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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 2 months

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Sugar

best friend!san x fem reader

Trigger warnings: none that i can think of

Content warnings: names (sweetheart, baby, sugar), oral (m&f receiving), choking (briefly), breeding, dacryphilia (kinda?), san’s got a big dick (what else is new) and is down horrendous for mc.

Summary: your best friend just can’t keep his hands to himself

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: hey babes! i finally finished it!!! its unpolished as fuck but it’s done!!! it’s only taken me forty-seven years 🥴 not saying this is a full comeback as i’m still dealing with some personal shit but i hope i’ll have something else for you relatively soon. anyways, pls reblog if you enjoy the story!! 🥰🫶🏻

Tags: @bahng-chrizz @foxinnie8

Smut below the cut

Most likely to remain high school sweethearts. That’s the yearbook superlative you and your best friend had been awarded your senior year of high school. The kicker? You had never dated him. The thought had just never crossed your mind. You were content being the hot best friends that everyone either wanted to get with or wanted to be. He wasn’t, but you didn’t know that.

Choi San had harbored the biggest crush on you since the two of you were fifteen. He’d gone through a hard breakup back then, his ex spreading rumors and lies all through school, and despite claiming he was fine because he was a player, he was heartbroken. He had been in love with the girl and she’d broken his heart and tried to ruin his reputation. So when you comforted him and confronted his ex, which ended in a cat fight in the hallway that got both of you suspended, he began to fixate on you. He dated around to keep his mind busy and off you, but he was infatuated with his best friend. With the girl who would throw down with anyone who wronged him.

He’d been heartbroken when he found out you were going away for college instead of staying local, even more so when he realized the school you’d chosen didn’t have the major he wanted. He was distraught at first, thinking you’d be too far apart to visit often. Every school he looked at seemed so far away from yours until he found the school where he was currently enrolled. This one was only an hour drive away from you and he was relieved to find that your schedule at your part time job still allowed for you two to take turns visiting each other every weekend.

You were oblivious to his feelings. You often noticed how he had trouble sleeping at your apartment but whenever you asked, he claimed he’d developed insomnia. He hadn’t, he just couldn’t sleep because of the thoughts that filled his mind from knowing you were in the next room. He felt guilty to be honest. He was constantly having dirty thoughts that normal people didn’t have about their best friend. Your mere presence reduced him to little more than a giddy, horny teenager.

You also noticed that he became more clingy after the two of you left for college but you never addressed that. He was always an affectionate person and adjusting to college life was definitely hard, so you figured it was probably that. That was part of it. But really, he just missed you. It was that simple. He missed his best friend and his heart leapt every time you opened your door or he opened his. Seeing your face made everything so much better.

Today was no different. He lit up like a neon sign when your door swung open to reveal you in a cropped white hoodie and a pair of black yoga pants, a bright smile on your face. “Sannie!” You held your arms open and he immediately stepped inside, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder. Everything that had been bothering him up until that moment melted away as you hugged him, your grip tightening right before you stepped back. Oh how he loved your hugs.

You led him inside and motioned for him to sit on the sofa as you grabbed the bag of goodies you’d bought the night before. “I got your favorites.” You grinned as you rejoined him, opening the bag to show him the snacks, sodas, and alcohol you’d purchased. “Oh, also, my roommate is staying with her boyfriend this weekend so you can yell at the tv all you want, we don’t have to be quiet.”

He managed to conceal the excitement he felt at your words, knowing you didn’t mean what he was thinking. “Noted.” He hummed as he settled in. “Are we picking back up where we left off on that anime?”

“We can. I think we can finish the next season if we stay glued to the couch all weekend.” You hummed as you began to stage the snacks on the coffee table, only then realizing you’d forgotten glasses for the alcohol. “We can watch something else if you don’t want to watch that though. I’ve got some other streaming services if you wanna watch a drama.” You shrugged as you got up, heading to the kitchenette.

When you came back, he was sprawled out on your couch. His arms were resting on the back and he had the full man spread going on. He kind of resembled a starfish like that and you rolled your eyes as a smile tugged at your lips. You froze when he let out a low groan as he stretched, throwing his head back. Suddenly, images of you getting him off flashed in your mind. “Let’s watch that. We can watch a drama next weekend.”

You cleared your throat a bit and nodded as you recovered. “Okie dokie.” You singsonged as you joined him, sitting close enough that you could feel his body heat but still leaving enough space that you didn’t have those thoughts again. Where the fuck had that come from? You grabbed one of the bags of chips and settled in, his arm sliding down from the back of the couch to rest on your shoulders as you pulled up the show.

The episode started and you opened the bag, offering it up to San, who shook his head. “I’m good right now, sugar.” You shrugged and leaned into him, pulling your legs up underneath you. He tensed when he realized he’d called you something he’d only imagined calling you but you didn’t seem to mind so he forced himself to relax.

What you didn’t address was the surge of arousal that flooded your body. You were a bitch for pet names and he knew that. You weren’t sure why you were turned on by his words, though. It was San. Sure he was beautiful but he had never affected you like this before. Clearly it had been too long since the last time you’d slept with someone.

Your eyes locked on the screen and you focused solely on that for four episodes before you became aware of the ache in your joints. You’d managed to sit perfectly still for two hours straight and now your body was screaming at you to move. You gently shrugged San’s arm off your shoulders and stood as the fifth episode began, letting out a soft groan of appreciation as you stretched your muscles and cracked every joint you could.

The sound of your voice caught San’s attention and his eyes locked on the exposed portion of your back, wondering what it would feel like to press kisses there. Should I try and find out? Absolutely not. Why the fuck would you even think about that? Fucking dumbass. He shook his head and let out a sigh just as you turned to ask him if he needed anything from the kitchen. “What’s wrong?” You asked softly, noticing how irritated and distressed he looked.

“Huh?” His head snapped up and his jaw dropped slightly before he recovered. “Nothing, I’m fine.” He gave you a warm smile and you responded with a confused but playful wrinkle of your nose before heading off to grab a water. That was fucking close.

You opened the bottle and took a big gulp as you reentered the room, finding him sitting up properly now. He patted the spot next to him and you plopped down beside him, leaning back into his side, this time with your back to him. You brought your feet back up on the couch and took his hand, guiding his arm around your neck in a hug and tipping your head back to rest on his shoulder.

As you once again became enthralled with the show, his fingers absentmindedly traced shapes on the side of your neck. You shuddered at his touch every few minutes but didn’t register any of it as you focused on the tv. You whined a little when he moved his arm back to the back of the sofa but didn’t protest further, too invested in the show to care too much. You shifted to rest your head on San’s lap, grabbing one of the throw pillows to lay on.

With you stretched out like this, San was struggling to focus on the show. He was fixated on your exposed belly and began to discreetly drop his arm off the back of the couch towards your waist. He bit his lip as his hand made contact with your warm flesh, trying to appear focused on the show like you. You glanced up at him and took a moment to admire the view of his jawline before poking his chin. He looked startled and almost guilty when his gaze met yours. “What’s up with you today?” You asked in a teasing tone. “You seem extra cuddly and touchy-feely.”

“What, I can’t be touchy-feely with my best friend?” He grinned down at you and something in you shifted. “I just missed you. We used to see each other every day and for the last two years we’ve only been able to see each other on weekends.”

“Simpler times.” You sighed and turned your attention back to the screen, not bothering to move his hand. It felt nice.

He was surprised that you hadn’t swatted him away but he certainly wasn’t about to complain when you were delicately tracing shapes on the back of his hand. His heart was pounding and he was thankful you hadn’t continued with that line of questioning because he wasn’t sure if he could form a coherent sentence at this point. He should’ve known better than to start to get comfortable though. The second his hand wandered a bit higher, you grabbed his wrist and he froze. Fuck.

“That’s more than touchy-feely, San, that was almost my titty.” You didn’t appear to move your attention from the tv but all you could think about was just how close his hand was to your chest. What had gotten into him? And why were you so affected by his touch? You were just friends…right?

“Oh…sorry.” He mumbled, trying to appear nonchalant despite his internal panic. You didn’t buy it though and looked up at him again, taking note of his flaming cheeks. Cute.

“Seriously, San, what’s actually going on with you?” You hated how harsh your voice came out. You hated the way he flinched at your words. You weren’t trying to scold him, you wanted to put out feelers.

“Nothing.” He shook his head and refused to look at you. You thought for a moment before biting your lip. You clearly didn’t buy it and wanted to ask if he was thinking what you were so suddenly thinking. You were about to speak up when he continued. “I’m just tired. Come cuddle.” He opened his arms.

“Tired already?” He nodded. “Must suck to be any woman you fuck.” You snorted.

“I’ll have you know I have excellent stamina, thank you.” He fired back instantly and you laughed. There he was.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, gramps.”

“Is that an invitation, sweetheart?” You were almost taken aback at his tone, as you’d only heard him use it when he was actively trying to bed someone.

“San-” He just laughed and shook his head as if to assure you he was only teasing. Somehow that bothered you more. Desire had already begun to pool between your legs. You gave a little huff and released his wrist, which you’d been holding this whole time, abruptly sitting up as you swatted his hand away. You turned to look at him as the pillow you’d been resting on toppled from his lap, exposing the semi he was rocking. So he actually did want you. “Yeah, actually, it is.” He sat in stunned silence and you bit the inside of your lip to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, only speaking once you had successfully concealed your grin. “What? Did you think I’d get flustered and back off?” You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side, your tone almost mocking.

“Yeah, kin-”

“Cute.” You cut him off and placed a hand on his thigh as you leaned towards him, your gaze flicking towards his lips for a brief moment before lifting back to his eyes, which still refused to actually look at you. “Tell me, Sannie, how long did it take you to work up the courage to try and feel me up?”

“I wasn’t-”

“Oh come on.” You rolled your eyes, your hand trailing a bit higher on his thigh as your voice dipped a bit. “You’re already half hard, clearly you were trying to get something out of me.” He squirmed at both your words and your touch, suddenly trying to squeeze his thighs together as he avoided eye contact in favor of staring at your hand, which he felt was far too close to his crotch for him to properly think.

He didn’t get a chance to respond before you spoke up again. “It’s never crossed my mind before, but now that I’m thinking about it, there’s so many things I could do to you, Sannie.” You whispered as you moved your hand away from the swell in his gray sweats and moved to straddle his lap. “What do you think? Should I?” You rolled your hips, grinding against his hard on, and he nodded far too quickly for his liking.

“Please do…” He whispered back, finally meeting your eyes. “Anything you want. ‘M all yours.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just referring to the current moment but you weren’t in any state to be asking for clarification.

You weren’t sure if you were prepared for the ramifications of fucking your best friend but you would have to deal with that later. The ache between your legs required immediate attention. You carded your fingers through his hair before turning your hand into a fist and tugging his head back. Your other hand rested on his neck as you caught his lips in a demanding kiss. The whimper that slipped past his lips went straight to your pussy and you shivered, leaning into his touch when his hands moved to your ass.

He was short circuiting. He was finally getting the chance to touch you and you weren’t pushing him away. In fact, you were the one initiating it. He licked over your bottom lip but you refused him entry, taking the chance to nibble on his lip instead. He gasped against your lips and you smirked, subconsciously tightening your grip on his hair.

“I never pegged you as the submissive type, Sannie.” You teased and he frowned against your lips, clearly pouting. Despite being a switch, he was more dominant than submissive. He was just following your lead because he’d dreamt about this for ages and he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice to you. I’ve been told I’m almost too gentle.”

He whined at your ribbing and you chuckled softly as you pulled back, moving to sit on the floor between his legs. His eyes followed your every movement. You sat on your knees and pushed his oversized tee up a bit to admire his toned stomach before hooking your fingers in the waistband of his sweats. You tugged them down, his now-fully-hard cock springing free and slapping against his belly. “No underwear? Must’ve been real confident things would play out like this, huh?”

“No, actually. I just rarely wear them.” He rolled his eyes and you made a face. He seemed to be getting bolder and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. You were having fun with him. If he decided to take over…well, you doubted that would happen but you might have a brat on your hands.

You didn’t respond, just finished pulling his pants to his ankles, took his dick in your hand, and licked the head. His head tipped back as he let out a surprisingly deep groan and your previous visions came rushing back to you. He looked and sounded just as pretty as you imagined when you took him in your mouth.

“Holy fucking shit, y/n…” He groaned, one hand moving to rest on his belly, holding his shirt up while the other curled into a fist on the sofa. You hummed at his reaction and continued, taking him as far as you could manage. You gagged a little around him and he hissed, his hips jerking a fraction of an inch before he could stop himself. “S-sorry. ‘M sorry, y/n. Didn’t mean to.”

You giggled softly at his apology and he bit his lip, looking down at you. You bobbed your head as your gaze met his and he damn near lost his mind. You looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth. He wanted the image burned in his memory for the rest of his life. Who knew when or if he’d get the chance to do this again?

Given how you responded to his accidentally fucking your face, he decided to experimentally roll his hips. He almost met God when the tip slipped down your throat and you gagged around him, swallowing harshly as you tried but failed to relax your throat. You’d never deepthroated before and it showed as you tried to recover, tears filling your eyes and quickly overflowing to your cheeks. He gently pulled you off and wiped your cheeks, cooing at you as you coughed. “Breathe for me, sugar.” You nodded and took a deep breath, letting him dry your face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what possessed me to do that. Are you okay?”

You nodded again and offered a small smile. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna go full send and hurt you or-”

“I’m fine, Sannie. I promise.” He finally nodded after a few beats of silence and you tilted your head, eyes narrowing as you studied him for a moment. “Now, what’s with the name? You said it earlier too.”

He looked panicked at first before a grin crept onto his face. “Well, I would call you honey since you’re so sweet, but I feel like that’s a bit overdone, don’t you agree?” You shrugged in agreement and he leaned down, taking your jaw in his hand and jerking you closer. He was a breath away and you were going haywire. “I wonder if your personality is all that’s sweet.”

“What are you saying?” You asked quietly, surprising both of you at just how quickly you’d folded with a single rough touch. So much for him not taking over.

“I wanna taste you, y/n.” He moved to whisper in your ear and your breath hitched. “Every. Single. Inch.” He punctuated his words by kissing and licking up the side of your neck, then biting down softly on your earlobe and drawing out a tiny whimper.

You squeezed your thighs together and closed your eyes for a moment. You grounded yourself with a deep breath before opting to respond by simply tugging at his cock, teasing the head with your thumb. The groan he let out scratched an itch in your brain you never knew existed and his grip on your jaw grew tighter as he inhaled your scent.

“Get up.” You blindly followed his command, standing when he backed away. He didn’t speak as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and stood with you, hauling you over his shoulder before starting for your room. You squeaked in surprise but didn’t fight, a smile creeping across your face.

You couldn’t stifle the giggle that slipped out when he kissed your side. It shouldn’t have tickled as much as it did.

San had an idea of the things you liked, you’d both talked about your escapades enough, so it came as no surprise to you when he gently placed you on your feet only to grab you by the throat and push you back onto the bed. Still, a thrill ran through your body as you wrapped your hands around his wrist. You sucked in a gasp just before he began to apply pressure to the sides of your throat, your eyes rolling back.

You felt his breath on your face as he leaned down to crash his lips against yours. Your hands left his arm and moved to his shirt, pulling him as close as possible. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, he slowly relieved the pressure on your throat, allowing blood flow to return to normal and give you a head rush. You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him close when he started to pull away.

“I’ve always wanted to do that…” His voice was a low rumble that made your panties uncomfortably wet. “Always wanted to try everything you mentioned being into. The choking, the biting, the breeding…everything.”

If you weren’t aware of your panties sticking to your folds before, you were after that. “Please do.” You exhaled, trying to pull him back in even as he righted himself between your legs. “All of it. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” He raised an eyebrow as his hands moved to rest on your hips and you nodded. “Anything?”

“Anything.” You nodded again and bit down on your bottom lip when he rocked his hips, the blunt head of his cock smearing precum across your yoga pants as he rubbed against you. “Please…”

He didn’t speak as his hands slid up your sides, fingers inching under the hem of your hoodie and ghosting over your cool skin. He reached higher still until his hands cupped your breasts. “No bra? Must've been real confident things would play out like this, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and tried not to laugh as the conversation from only a few minutes prior repeated itself. “No, actually. I just rarely wear one.”

“Take it off.” He groaned in response, pushing your hoodie up so your chest was entirely exposed. You sat up, which took a bit of effort given your legs were draped over his thick thighs, and pulled the surprisingly-thin material over your head. He immediately knocked you back and caught your lips in a feverish kiss, propping on one arm while his free hand wandered along your belly.

Your arms wrapped around him, one hand moving to his back while the other tangled in his faded pink locks. He’d dyed his hair magenta a few weeks back and it had since lost its vibrancy - though not before staining a few towels and his pillowcase. You gave his hair a gentle tug and he groaned into your mouth, sending a wave of electricity down your spine.

He began to trail kisses along your jaw and neck as his hand cupped your breast, his thumb swiping back and forth over your nipple. You pushed your chest into his touch, head tipping back as your back arched. Your breath hitched when he brought his kisses to your chest, lips encasing your nipple as his tongue flicked back and forth. “Sannie-” You gasped, your grip on his hair tightening. His hand gave your other breast equal attention, lightly pinching and rolling your nipple before swapping sides.

You couldn’t say you’d ever been curious about what it would be like to sleep with San but you were certain his skills would exceed his reputation if he already had you drenched with minimal effort. You wondered if he could feel the wet patch between your legs, starting to soak through your yoga pants.

He could. He found himself eager to bury his head between your legs despite being determined to take his time with you. He worried he’d disappoint you if he moved too quickly but he still began his descent, peppering sloppy kisses down your belly as his fingers hooked in your waistband. He took your pants and panties both in one go as he moved off the bed. You didn’t miss his sharp inhale.

“Y/N…” Your face flushed red as he knelt between your legs, gaze locked on your glistening cunt. You wanted to tell him not to stare, to urge him along, but you couldn’t seem to break your silence. Finally, you lifted your head and he met your eyes, his own eyes widening in something akin to adoration, though more intense. “Is this all for me, sugar?” There was that name again. You nodded eagerly but he shook his head. “Words.”

You frowned a bit, annoyed that he was making you speak up when he could just take one look at you and know. Of course, you knew he wouldn’t give in so you gave a soft whine before speaking. “Yes, Sannie, it’s all yours.”

You didn’t know why you were so against speaking up. The sound he made the second you did respond made you clench around nothing. He noticed, of course, and let out a low groan as he hooked your legs over his shoulders and kissed your thigh. “May I touch?”

“Please do.” You whispered and caught your lip between your teeth.

He continued to litter your thighs with messy kisses and soft bites as his fingertips teased their way up to your pussy, never once breaking eye contact. Your head fell back to the sheets as soon as you felt him run a finger through your folds, gathering up some of your arousal. He moved torturously slowly, rubbing feather-light circles on your clit before easing one digit into you.

“You’re drenched, baby…” His voice, though painfully sexy, was full of wonder and amusement.

“Your fault…” You mumbled and he chuckled softly.

One finger wasn’t enough. You needed more. He could tell and you felt him smirk against your skin as he curled his finger. You let out a soft sigh at the action but he wasn’t satisfied and so he added another finger, and another when you still didn’t give him the response he wanted.

“Fuck this cunt’s gonna feel so good-” He sighed.

Now three fingers deep, he began his search for your g-spot. It didn’t take him very long if your embarrassingly loud moan was anything to go by. “So fucking pretty, baby.” He groaned, suppressing another sound when you clenched around his fingers. “You like it when I call you pretty? Or was it ‘baby’?” He teased.

“Both.” It was all you could muster as he leaned in and flicked his tongue over your clit. You immediately brought a hand up to your mouth to stifle your sounds but he pulled back and nipped at your thigh.

“Let me hear.” At that point, you had no fight left in you. You just wanted him to touch you and you’d do anything to get your way. You gave a nod, a small ‘okay’ slipping from your lips, and he slowly leaned back in, lips closing around your clit. He sucked and you let out a soft curse, bringing your hands to your chest to knead at the soft flesh of your breasts. He groaned in appreciation and set a slow pace, working you up with his fingers while his tongue traced different shapes over your clit.

You suddenly felt ridiculous for never having wondered if he truly lived up to his reputation. He was proving to you just how good he was and you were cursing yourself for never having thought about having his head between your legs. “Sannie- oh-” You keened, one hand flying to tangle in his hair once more as he pressed against your g-spot at the same time as he sucked on your clit. You wouldn’t last long like this. He was too good.

Your toes curled as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his tongue dipping into you occasionally in place of his fingers. Your muscles ached with the tension that was building but you knew you wouldn’t be relaxed until he made you cum. Hoping to encourage him to get you off faster so he’d fuck you, you began babbling praises, only inflating his ego.

He made sure you felt his appreciative groan before pulling back for a quick breath then diving back in, tongue flicking with vigor. His cock throbbed as he inhaled your scent and his eyes rolled back briefly. He wanted more of you. All of you. So when you announced you were close, he backed away entirely and smirked. “Not yet, baby.”

“Sannie, what the fuck?” You whined indignantly, lifting your head when he sat up between your legs.

“Decided I want you to cum on my cock instead.” He shrugged, moving up the bed to catch your lips in a kiss. You were surprised by how sweet the kiss was considering how feral he’d just been acting over your pussy but you welcomed it, tugging him closer with a soft groan as you tasted yourself.

“So fuck me then.” You whispered between kisses, lapping your juices off his lips a moment later. The whole scenario was filthy and intoxicating.

“You mean like this?” He grunted as he slid into you with ease. Your jaw dropped and you gasped at the stretch. He fit perfectly, like you were made for each other - a thought that both terrified and intrigued you. He wasted no time in setting a slow, deep pace, each thrust driving you up the bed with the force.

“Just like that, Sannie.” You nodded furiously, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders while your other hand twisted the sheets by your head.

San was on another planet. He finally had you. You, the girl of his dreams ever since he was fifteen. He was finally fully sheathed inside your warmth and he never wanted to leave. He’d give anything to stay with you.

He hadn’t intended to babble that out loud and realized his error when you responded.

“Yeah? Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Then fuck me harder and treat me like the most precious thing you’ve ever held.”

It was an easy ask. He had no problem cherishing you. Even as his hips began to snap harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, he showered you with kisses and words of adoration. “So fucking good, baby. Do you have any clue how long I’ve wanted to feel this perfect little pussy? To make you fall apart on my cock?”

“Tell me, Sannie. Tell me how long you’ve wanted me.”

“God- ever since we were in school. It was so hot the way you fucked her up for hurting me and I’ve wanted you ever since.” His admission sent a thrill rushing through you and you clenched involuntarily, earning a low groan from him.

“And you held it together for that long? Fuck, Sannie, you- oh-” The tip of his cock just barely kissed your cervix but it was enough to make your thighs squeeze his hips.

“Shit, baby, you keep that up and I’ll cum…”

“Then keep fucking me just like that.” You demanded, back arching as he dipped his head down to lick and suck on your chest. He caught your nipple in his mouth and allowed his teeth to graze the stiff peak, grunting against your skin when your walls fluttered in response. “Want you to cum inside as many times as you can until you make me cum.” It wasn’t a demand or a plea, it was just a simple fact but he was eager to comply with your wishes.

“Christ, y/n, you’re killing me…” San groaned, resting his forehead on your chest as his hips pistoned relentlessly. He pulled back just enough to look up at you and you could tell by his expression just how close he was. “You really want that? Want me to breed you like a good little cocksleeve and keep filling you up over and over until you fall apart for me?”

Your nod and whimper were the only convincing he needed. He let go instantly, stars dancing behind his eyes as he pumped you full of cum. This was all he’d wanted for the better part of a decade and he was on cloud nine over finally getting you.

He briefly pulled out and flipped you over, taking a moment to watch a bead of cum drip down your folds before he slammed back into you. He might regret this later given how sensitive he was but he needed to give you anything you asked for.

Your back arched as he hit your sweet spot and you let out a soft cry. “There! Just like that!”

It didn’t take long before he felt another orgasm building. He warned you and you demanded he continue, begging him to give it to you. His cock twitched and he let go at your behest, filling you all over again.

Before he was finished, he reached around to roll your clit between his thumb and forefinger. He delighted in the squeal you let out and did it again, tears welling in his eyes from all the sensation.

“Oh god, Sannie, I’m so close!” You cried, your thighs trembling as your orgasm threatened to wash over you.

“Cum for me, sugar.” His voice was a low rumble in your ear, hoarse with unshed tears, and you couldn’t hold back. You let out another squeal as he toyed with your clit, tipping you over the edge. Your high hit you like a bus and you let out a sob of ecstasy as your pussy clamped down on San’s leaking cock.

You felt a tear fall on your back and gently pushed him back, forcing yourself to roll over. “You okay?” You asked softly as you pulled him to you, still buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“‘M fucking perfect.” He offered a lazy smile as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Mm then what’s this?” You teased as you pulled back, wiping a tear from his cheek.

“Proof that I’ve met my match.” He chuckled softly and wiped his face dry. “Seriously, that was…fucking amazing.”

“It was. Can someone explain to me why we didn’t do this sooner?”

“Who knows.” He shrugged and flopped down beside you, then pulled you to lay on top of him. “But I say we do this every weekend, sugar.” He laughed deeply when you swatted his chest in response but deep down you knew this was more than a one time occurrence.

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animehideout · 4 months

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How about jjk men reaction if y/n has a tongue piercing? ;D

JJK Men Reaction To Y/N With A Tongue Piercing

A/n: Thank you @luna-lunique for this wonderful request, I hope you enjoy it ❤️.

Characters: Geto Suguru - Gojo Satoru - Choso Kamo - Ryomen Sukuna.

Warning: SMUT MDNI for Sukuna's part ( ofc it has to be spicy with this man )

Geto Suguru: Interested And Flirty

Geto Suguru is your crush, so you got your tongue pierced to match his vibe, since he's got both his ears pierced.

Your piercing wasn't healed yet, so you'd find a difficulty to move your tongue which resulted in you stuttering.

He'd ask if you were okay.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine Suguru, it's just I got my tongue pierced and it kinda hurts a bit"

His eyes would lit up with genuine surprise and interest.

A smile played on his lips, curiousity evident in his gaze.

"A tongue piercing? You've been hiding your rebellious side from me Y/N?"

You'd blush a lot from the way hos eyes were glued to your mouth whenever you spoke, trying yo catch a glimpse of your piercing.

"Didn't know you were into piercings tho! But it's a nice touch, added a bit of mystery in you".

Since he's experienced with piercings, he'd give you some advice on how to care of it in order to heal it fast.

Your tongue piercing was his breaking point, he'd give you multiple hints that he has a crush on you.

"You know people with tongue piercings are my type"

"Maybe I should join the club Y/n. A matching tongue piercing could be quite special don't you think?"

A few days later, Geto would surprise you with a tongue piercing as well, cuz he desperately wanted to match with you.

Gojo Satoru: Teasing

It was when both of you were teasing each other as always.

You'd stick your tongue out to mock him, and that's when he caught a glimpse of the jewelry that decorated your tongue.

A subtle surprised flickered across his face, eyes widened in intruige.

"Holy shit! Stick your tongue out again–Is that a piercing?"

But of course you had to tease him and hide it from him.

So you covered your mouth a ran away from him.

You think he'd give up? Hell no! he'll run after you, catch you and force you to show him your tongue.

Would pin you down, and tried to open your mouth.

"Show meeeeeee" he'd whine.

You'd bite his finger.

You got tired and gave up, so you poked your tongue revealing a cute jewelry.

"Oh someone got an extra sparkle in their mouth, is this your way of ensuring our convos are electrifying?" he'd joke.

Would observe it in admiration, fascinated by your bold choice.

Would definitely try to touch it.

"You're full of surprises Y/N! I love that"

Would appreciate your uniqueness, spontaneity and free spirit to try new things.

Teases you a lot about it but deep down he loves it so much and thinks it's hot.

"Imagine if I put a magnet is your mouth a pull"

"Ugh, I told you this for the 1673829th time Satoru, it's not magnetized".

Spoils you with different jewelries.

"Thought this one might match the sparkle in your eyes"

He'd say with a wide smile, gifting you the new expensive accessory.

"Wonder how it feels to kiss someone with a tongue piercing, wanna help me figure out Y/N?"

Choso Kamo: Concerned AF.

"Like my new piercing Choso?"

His eyes would widen in surprise and concern.

He couldn't help but voice his worries.

Approaches you with a worried glisten in his eyes, carefully opens your mouth to get a closer look at your piercing.

If it was possible he'd shove his head inside for a better look.

"Wait when did you get this Y/N?"

Bombards you with questions.

"Is it painful? Does it hurt when you talk? Omg alright I'll shut up you don't have to answer if it pains you when you speak"

Would he stop asking questions? No.

He has to make sure you're okay.

He's a caring person and his questions reflected his genuine concern for you well-being and safety.

"Does it bleed? How long does it take to heal?".

"Are you supposed to eat certain things or avoid stuff?"

You'd have to comfort him, and tell him that it doesn't hurt as it looks and that you have a high pain tolerance so you can handle it.

If you choose to joke around with him and tell him that it caused you to faint or it started to bleed, man would panic, might faint as well.

Treats you with tenderness and care.

Blows on your food if it's hot, so it won't burn your tongue and cause any infections.

Googles: How to heal a tongue piercing in 1 day.

"It looks great on you my love, but I hate seeing you in pain".

Ryomen Sukuna: Turned On.

It was when both of you were making out.

The accessory on your tongue poked his lips and tongue.

Would pull back in surprise.

"Woah woah! what was that show me!"

You'd stick your tongue out, a smirk played on his lips, a flicker of desire ignited his eyes, mirroring his filthy thoughts.

It was your plan all along, you led him on for a makeout session so he could feel your new piercing.

Instantly turned on, his pants tightening.

"Well, well, look what we have here! Someone is upping their game, spicing things up"

He'd laugh in satisfaction, excited just by the thought of what your pierced mouth could do.

"You're playing dangerous games Y/N"

Would waste a second? No! He'd want your tongue around his D.

"Come on, on your knees now Y/N! I want to know how it feels"

It made him 10x attracted to you, having your tongue pierced revealed your badass and rebellious side that he couldn't help but fall deeper for.

As you did your work down there, he'd focus in the way your tongue piercing lingered around his D.

You'd drive him crazy, and turn him into a hot mess. Only his groans are heard.

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certainlynotasimp · 1 year

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can i req miguel and sunshine where she has a BUNCH of hickeys but shes too nice to make fun of so the spiders tease miguel instead?

Just A Taste

(Miguel O' Hara x Female! Reader)

A/N: Omg this is so funny and cute!!! I was kinda struggling writing this because I was like, 'How much is too much for hickeys?'. It's currently hot as hell where I live and so you can tell where that inspo comes from this can be read as a part 2 or a sister fic to Just A Bite. I almost made it an unofficial part 2.25 to Our Girl, but I changed my mind. Also, I'm sorry it's a little short, but I hope you like it.

A/N: I also really wanna try that sorbet thingy where they come in the fruit shells if you know what I'm talking about. If you love this then please check out the master list and if you wanna be kept informed about updates on the Miggy and Sunny series, then comment on this taglist and you'll be added.

WARNINGS: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female reader/ Female pronouns, Barely any use of Y/N ((Sunny is her nickname, not her actual name)), OOC Characters, Flirty Miguel, Some implications of NSFW content, and Google Translated Spanish.

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It was very rare that it would get so hot that Miguel would be laid back with the rules. He held everyone to a certain standard when it came to being a part of his elite task force and he was a stickler for them to act like it. Despite this, he only expected three rules to remain to be followed at all times.

All Spidermen can’t travel to other worlds without notice.

Spidermen can’t travel without a mask on to protect the identity of all Spidermen.

Everyone has to wear their spider suits at all times.

Unfortunately, certain circumstances don't really allow certain rules to be followed reasonably. Especially when it involves people with special circumstances.

Such as this.

“Miggy!” A soft whine emits from the chair beside him as the woman sat upside down. Her unmasked face felt hot as a light sheen of sweat made her beautiful face glow against the soft light of the monitor. “It’s so hot…I thought you said Lyla would fix the air hours ago.”

Miguel rolls his eyes at the sight of her feet lightly hanging over the top of the chair as. “Mi amor, if you stay like that, you’re gonna have a lot more to worry about than a heat stroke.” He playfully pinches her ankle as he grabs a tablet from the table, fanning his own burning skin.

Due to a massive heat wave, Earth-928 was experiencing the hottest summer it has ever had in history, causing Lyla’s A/C system to malfunction. The Lobby was left a broiling mess with Spidermen refusing to come by until the AI’s systems are rebooted. Only a handful of spiders were on base with the residential sweetheart suffering the most since she lives there.

“Can I please take this off?” She moans as she swings up and shoots him those dreaded puppy dog eyes.

“Oh?” Miguel quirks an eyebrow as his eyelids lower. A playful smile graces his handsome face as he chastises. “I didn’t expect you to be so risky, mi sol.”

A flurry of butterflies spread out in her gut as she glares at Miguel. His response is to chuckle as that pretty glossed lip pokes out as she scolds him, “Not like that, Miguel, and you know it. This suit feels like a furnace and I just want to relax…”

The idea of his cute little lover prancing around in the nude would be an interesting idea to Spiderman, but he knew that his love would never agree to do that with others in the Head Quarters. Miguel bites his lip as he contemplates torturing his arañita some more, but he decides to show mercy as he relents.

“Alright, mi amor.” He sighs as he allows his own suit to dissipate, exposing the tight black tank top and tight athletic pants. “Pero tendrás que cumplir esa pequeña fantasía mía más tarde, mi niña bonita.”

His remark is ignored as she stands up from her cheer with a quiet “fuck yea”. After tinkering with her gizmo, the black and white suit disappears revealing her white tank top and black running shorts, but Miguel couldn’t help but smirk at the blotches of bruises that marred her skin.

Just before he could comment on it, the door opens as a voice complains, “YO BIG MAN! You need to tell that computer to fix this air!”

Another voice accompanies the new yorker's as the tall Brit yells out. “It’s sweltering here, man!”

Ben and Hobie came to a halt as they see their friend smile at them. “Hey, guys!” Sunny calls and waves at them while their faces grow ten degrees hotter.

The poor woman’s entire body was covered in hickeys. Her shoulders and collarbone were littered with several little puncture wounds while her neck had multiple light scratches dragging down. A distinct handprint was present at the base of her neck like a necklace with matching bracelets on her wrists. Her exposed thighs bared no better as the inner sides of her thighs had similar bite marks with a matching set of claw marks on the outside of her thighs.

Ben swats a hand over his mouth as his hand slams over his horrified mouth while Hobie looks at Miguel in an amused expression. The urge to throw himself into another dimension plagues Miguel’s thoughts as he realizes that he will never live this moment down for the rest of his life. Rubbing his hand over his face in frustration, the oblivious spider turns back to her lover as she tilts her head at why everyone was acting weird.

“Miggy, are you alright?” She mumbles as Hobie joins them up there with fake concern wrapping around his voice. “Yea, boss, are you alright? You looking a bit flushed, yea?” Hobie struggles to hide the growing laughter in his voice as Miguel throws him a nasty glare.

The punk was never afraid of getting under his leader’s skin, but his ego really took over when he knows his boss would definitely not do anything while his missus was right there watching him. Ben also decides to join the fun by remarking, “Yea, you look like you need something to blow off that steam. Maybe a little taste of something sweet, right?” He teases as he figures he was safe.

Unfortunately, he unknowingly sparked an idea in the naive spider’s mind. She claps her hands in excitement as she exclaims, “That’s a great idea, Ben! I think I have some sorbets in the freezer of Miguel’s apartment.”

Miguel wickedly smirks as he realizes that he may have an opportunity to exact some revenge as the two other boys tried to reason with her to stay.

“Oh wait, Sunny, You really don’t have to..”

“Yea, Love. We are fine really!”

The boys try to reassure her that she didn’t need to travel all that way to get some ice cream before a smooth voice says,

“Es una idea maravillosa, mi amor.” Miguel praises as his love’s smile brightens in response. “¿Por qué no vas a buscarme a mí ya ti ya que estos dos quieren ser miserables en este momento, de acuerdo?” He coos causing the woman to swoon at his soft tone.

“Alrighty, Miggy.” She grins as she opens the portal with her gizmo. The boys’ hearts stop in their chests as the little spider ignores their pleas to stay and happily skips through the portal to Miguel’s apartment.

“Now then…” Miguel’s menacing voice twists around his cruel smile as he looks at the trembling boys. “What is it that you guys wanted to talk about?”

Yep, they are fucked.

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As the portal reopens on the observation deck, a smiling jumping spider comes back through with two packages in her hand and two spoons as she calls out, “Miggy, I’m back!”

“Llegando, mi sol.” His voice surprises her as he swings himself back onto the platform. She tilts her head as she begins to ask where he went when she noticed that he was now shirtless with the evidence of what she’s done to him now on full display.

His chest had small dark circles littering his pectorals that created a trail down his abdomen and his abs, disappearing into the dark brown happy trail that began below his belly button. Upon seeing her stunned face, Miguel chuckles as he gently takes one of the icy treats from her shaking hands and a spoon before sitting down in his chair.

“Gracias Amor.” He says nonchalantly as he rips open the packaging and starts eating the sorbet from its fruit shell.

“N-no problem, Miggy..” She sits beside him and opens her treat as she avoids looking at his powerful back muscles as they flex and move as he ate the sugary sweet. She almost drops the damned thing after the deep scratches on his shoulder blades reminded her of what they did just the night prior.

“¿Qué pasa, mami? Miguel mocks as a mischievous smirk causes his fangs to poke out. “¿No te gusta tu sorbete? ¿O hay algo más que te gustaría probar?” He purrs as the spoon in her hand falls to the floor with him chuckling.

“Miguel!” She scolds as she begins to bend over to pick up the spoon as another spoon full of an icy treat. Her stomach flips as Miguel looks at her with his pretty apologetic red eyes as he pokes her pouting lips with his peace offering.

“I’m sorry for teasing, my love. You just look so cute and flustered.” He admits he gives her a soft curl of his lip.

Matching his smile, Sunny opens her mouth and happily accepts his apology with a small moan. She sighs as she lets go of his spoon with a satisfied smile.

“So good!~”

“I’m glad.” He smiles as he dips his own bite and eats it. “Es casi tan dulce como tú…”

“Miggy!” An embarrassed voice shrills as the man laughs with his love.

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Translations:

arañita - Little spider

Pero tendrás que cumplir esa pequeña fantasía mía más tarde, mi niña bonita.--But, you are gonna have to fulfill that little fantasy of mine later, my pretty girl.

Es una idea maravillosa, mi amor.- That's a wonderful idea, my love.

¿Por qué no vas a buscarme a mí ya ti ya que estos dos quieren ser miserables en este momento, de acuerdo? -Why don't you go get me and you some since these two want to be miserable right now, alright?

Llegando, mi sol.- Coming, my sun.

Thank you,love- Gracias amor

¿Qué pasa, mami?- What's a matter, mami?

Es casi tan dulce como tú…–It's almost as sweet as you...

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breeloveschris · 3 months

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If Only You Knew Pt 8

Pt 7 Pt 9

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summery: Y/n has the biggest crush on Matthew Sturniolo but Matt doesn’t know she exists until Y/n’s video goes viral and everyone tags him in it

Warnings: cussing

Y/n’s pov:

The whole car ride was just music blasting and windows down, we were dancing and singing the whole time. It was also getting kinda dark.

Honestly in the span of a week me and Matt have become so close so quickly.

“Where are we going” I said after turning the music down a little, “don’t even worry about it, I got some fun things planned” Matt said with a shrug.

“How much longer..?” I asked looking out the window, “you’re acting like a kid right now, just relax and enjoy the ride” Matt said with a laugh. I groaned and shook my head.

“I wanna know tho” I said throwing my head back looking over at Matt in which he just smirked and shook his head. There’s the smirk again.

“Do you think the fans hate me?” I asked randomly, I mean personally I think they do.. like I can only imagine what they’re thinking. Me and Nia are just two random fans who happen to become friends with the triplets.

“No I don’t think so.. maybe a little, but they will warm up to you” Matt said with a sigh, “but then again, your a girl and your hanging out with me and Chris so they might” he finished with a shrug.

“Eh it is what it is” I said with a shrug and a laugh, “atta girl” Matt said with a smirk. I looked at him with my mouth slightly open. “What!?” He said with his voice raised and high.

“Atta Girl?!? Are you trying to send me to a hospital??” I said with wide eyes. Matt laughed and threw his head back, putting his hand back on my thigh.

“Oh.. so you are?” I said with a smirk, he just shook his head and said “we’re here”. I looked out the window to see a drive in movie theater. I gasped “Matt!!” I said with wide eyes and a big smile.

“I thought you’d like this” he said with a smile, I nodded my head fast. “This has been my dream since I was a kid..” I said looking at the big white wall in front of the car.

“Hold on” he said opening his door, “holding” I said unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling my phone out to take a picture of the wall with cars parked around it.

Matt got back in the car after a good 10 minutes. He didn’t say anything but he put the car in reverse, for a second I thought we were leaving until he turned the car around so the back was facing the wall.

“Cmon, we going in the back” Matt said as he opened his door. “Damn Matt take me on a date first” I said as I rolled my eyes with a small laugh.

“I mean.. we could count this as a date” he said smirking, making my heart fall to my toes.. is this a date?

“Stop overthinking this, we don’t have to call it a date” Matt said with a laugh, “nah it’s a date pretty boy” I said smiling up to him.

“Then it’s a date princess” he said with a smirk as he lifted the trunk door up revealing a blanket laid out and a blanket on top with snacks littering the blanket. I’m in utter shock.

“Matt shut the fuck up right now..” I said in a whisper. “Im not talking” Matt laughed, “go in, people are looking at us” he said with a smile.

I climbed in and got under the blanket immediately.. people say it’s hot in LA but at night.. it gets so cold.

“What movie is playing?” I asked looking over at him as he positioned himself under the blanket. “.. Tangled” he said in a low whisper. “Matt!! That’s my favorite movie” I said in awe.

“God, I was hoping so” he said with a laugh. As the movie started me and Matt were like knees touching close.

I sighed and for once I was gonna be ballsy and make the first move.. this is so out of character for me but.. you only live once.

I scooted over closer to Matt. He looked down at me and smiled while he patted his chest as if he was saying to lay my head down. I looked up at him and whispered a small “you sure?” Before he nodded and looked back up to the movie.

I obliged and laid my head down. Matt let out a content sigh and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

The movie was close to being over and I can’t help but think if this night is over if he has anything else planned.

As the credits roll in I get off of Matt and stretch my arms. I turned to look at him seeing that he was doing the same which made me laugh quietly.

“What?” He said smirking. “Nothing.. this was fun” I said smiling at him as he climbed out, He grabbed my hand and helped me out. “Well don’t be to sad yet, this night isn’t over baby” he smirked down at me.

I smiled and did a spin, “yay! I was hoping so..” I said shyly.

We cleaned up the trunk and got back into the front. Matt had put on music softly in the background, “did you have fun?” He asked glancing over at me as he got back onto the road.

“I told you I did” I said as I looked over at him leaning close to the console. “No I know, I was just double checking” he said shrugging and slowly putting his hand on my thigh and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“This your new obsession? You’re never gonna stop doing it huh?” I asked with a smirk, “you know it” he said nodding his head making me laugh.

“So are we considering this as a date?” I said with wiggling my eyebrows, “I mean if your down I’m down” he said shrugging.

“Awww matty b took me on a date” I said pouting my bottom lip. “Andddd you ruined it, and fix ya lip” Matt said taking a quick glance at me.

I rolled my eyes with a small laugh, “why can’t you just be nice for one second” I said with a hidden smirk. “I have been?!” He said kinda shouting with wide eyes.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding” I said with a laugh which made him shake his head with a smirk.

“So what’s the next part of this date” I said as I put my elbows on the console and put my head in my hands as I looked up at him.

Breespeaks: uhm.. hi?

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rkvriki · 1 year

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you spin me up high - lee heeseung (m)

pairing: football team captain!heeseung x slightly bimbo!fem reader

synopsis: No one was surprised when the football star Lee Heeseung started dating the local bimbo, Y/n L/n. They were like a match made in heaven hell, they weren't an official item, but how does Heeseung react when he sees his team rival approach her?

WARNINGS ! mature content (sorry to my minor followers >-< also its my first time writing smut to pls have mercy on me), jealousy, mentions of reader being a little dumb :D, public sex (in the school's bathroom lolz), oral (f receiving), heeseung calls reader a slut once lmao, sex?? they kinda fight, reader is sensitive :(, heeseung is a lil possessive, if there's more tell me pls 😭 grammar errors, proofreading is a painfull process ok? word count: 5.6k (i popped my full smut cherry ok )

A/N: um hello?! guess i wrote smut for the first time djfhdf do i like it? idk, maybe lmao. this is nothing like my blog at all, but this idea wasn't getting out of my head and i kinda just wrote it. thank you bae @dazed-hee for reassuring my insecure ass and thank you @loveywon for giving me energy to write this thing, i love you guys. if its too bad pls dont say anything and pretend it good okay?

You purse your lips as you look in the mirror, watching the way the light pink lipgloss transferred from one lip to another. Smiling at the mirror, you appreciated the final look of the hard work you did on your face and outfit, as you slightly adjusted your top.

You took a lot of pride in your beauty, you were very aware of your looks and you knew everyone who you encountered in your life found you pretty. It is obvious to the public’s eye, it’s an undeniable beauty. You were always one to spend hours and hours to make yourself look the best for the most simple activities, you just never knew when you’ll have a pleasant encounter. If needed, anyone could spot you from a mile away with your (mostly pink) bright and sparkly clothes and the big white bows that held your hair in many ways, adorning it in the prettiest way.

Anyone who didn’t know personally would say you were an airhead and a little bit dumb. It’s not your fault people talk about boring stuff that you know nothing about. The way your big doe eyes stared into the nothingness when you listened to someone talk about complex topics revealed that, in fact, there were no thoughts in that pretty head of yours. People often perceive you as someone unintelligent, when that wasn’t true at all, you are just a tiny bit slow. You consider yourself pretty successful seeing that you were in your dream college studying dentistry. You loved going to classes and socializing with people you knew in college. Making friends wasn’t a problem for you, always being a social butterfly since you were a little girl, but sadly there were girls who were mean to you, which often makes you pout to Heeseung when one of them frowns and tells you off, asking him why were they so mean and he just reassures you that they are jealous of your beauty and the fact you were able to score the hottest guy in college, which was not a lie, to be honest.

You loved Heeseung very much, even if you guys weren’t an official item you didn’t see other people and some girls in your school didn’t take that lightly. Both of you had a reputation for sleeping around but in different ways. Heeseung was known for going to parties and just fucking anyone who had a vagina, but never taking them seriously, only seeing them as one time hook-ups. While you were just known for being a hot bimbo who often liked to thank people for favors in a more fun way than usual, like for example, when Jeongin helped you fix your pc setup and you kissed his dimpled cheek and suddenly you were kissing his dick, it happens sometimes and you were fine with that. You had no shame about your sexuality, you were free to do whatever you wanted and to have sex with whoever you pleased.

Getting up from your seat in front of your big vanity, you walked to where your bunny’s cage was. Daisy was your cute bunny, a gift from a previous relationship. You petted her little head promising her cuddles and snacks when you came back. After greeting her goodbye you grabbed your things for class and made your way out of your apartment as your car keys jiggled in your hand.

Reaching campus, obviously only after getting a muffin from the local cafe, you

sighed getting mentally ready for classes. Smiling to yourself, you composed your posture while manifesting the best day you could ever have, not wanting anything or anyone to ruin the perfect mood you woke up with.

As soon as you walked in the hallway you heard people greet you, which you returned with your sweet toothy smile and a wave. Your sweet vanilla scent filled the area and the heels from your platform shoes could be heard, making people’s heads turn to you.

“Hey y/n, love the skirt!” a girl you recognized from biology class said, as she complimented you, making you smile at her and tell her a high pitched thanks in return. You kept walking as more people greeted you. Popularity wasn’t something you seeked but it was something you had, maybe a consequence of your looks or your bubbly personality, which was something people usually took advantage of. It wasn’t something that bothered you in the beginning, when you were unaware of some girls’ intentions with you when they approached you so suddenly asking to be friends with you, but soon, you realized how you were being used by them so they could get with a guy they wanted or just to try and be as popular as you were. Even so, you kept up the nice and humble personality you always had, hence why you were so known amongst students, always showing availability to help others that sometimes wasn’t given in return, making your big heart break a little.

Looking at the time on your phone, it marked 9:30am and you were relieved to see you had a lot of time until class started. You came early today to spend a little time with Heeseung, since your classes didn’t start until 11am. You made your way to the campus cafeteria that was mostly empty aside from people like you who only had classes later in the morning. You sat at a table that had two seats, since Heeseung would arrive at any moment now, knowing him he probably went to hit the gym before meeting you. You decided to distract yourself by playing games on your phone. As you were doing so, someone walked towards you, making you look up at them. In front of you was one of Heeseng’s teammates that was one year above you, one that he had warned you about, but you being you, still smiled at him.

“Hey, princess. Fancy seeing you here alone.” You cringed at the pet name he gave you that sounded different when it came from Hee’s mouth, but still you kept the smile nonetheless. “Hey, Jihoon! Yeah, it’s nice seeing you too!” You were trying your best not to sound rude, the glint in his eyes didn’t hide his intentions with you.

Flirting with guys for fun is almost a hobby for you, or an old one. Since you started your thing with Heeseung it didn’t happen that much, except in situations where you needed free drinks or discounts at your favorite make up store. Still, you know when to and not to do it and right now, it’s a case where it’s preferable if you don’t do it and it’s making you really nervous. Jihoon had a reputation for stealing other guys’ girls but never in his life did he do it to any of his teammates, especially to Heeseung. He knew it could take his spot in the team away and he worked his ass off to get where he is right now. Besides, everyone knows better than to mess with Heeseung, who was also known for giving good ass beatings when needed to, but at this moment he seemed to forget about it or just didn’t care at all.

Looking behind Jihoon you noticed his friend group seated in a table further from yours, meaning this was probably a planned encounter from their side. Jihoon’s chuckle brought you back to reality, making you look back at him.

“Couldn’t help but notice you look so pretty from afar and even prettier now that i got a closer look.”

“Thanks! I worked really hard on my makeup today.” You answered him looking up at him with your doe eyes, trying to keep up the sweet tone in your voice. Before you and Heeseung started whatever you had going on, Jihoon already claimed you as his “friend” and you did too! In your head the comments he made for you were nothing but nice compliments friends gave each other, but when Heeseung found out about it he didn’t seem happy to know and almost scolded you to stay away from him because boys like him never had good intentions with you. The sound of the cafeteria’s door opening didn’t make Jihoon look back but it made you look, praying it was finally Heeseung, and thankfully your prayers were answered as he walked in looking around, probably trying to find you. You could hear Jihoon’s voice, but you paid him no attention as you saw Heeseung’s face frown when he spotted the man in front of you. Your heart started beating a little faster, as you anticipated the possible interaction between the two men.

“Say how about you and I spend some time alone this Fri-”

Jihoon was quickly cut by the sound of a chair scraping against the ground. He looked to where it came from only to see Heeseung sitting while looking at him with a raised brow. Jihoon stood in his place, obviously not expecting to see your boyfriend, thinking you were gonna be here alone.

“I don’t think there’s anything for you to see here, so might as well make your way out and leave.”

Jihoon opened his mouth to say something but he decided it was best to not say anything for the sake of his football career. As he turned in his heels to walk away, Heeseung got up and grabbed the other man’s shoulder, leaning down to his height and muttering in his ear “I really hope this is the last time I see you talk to her or even come close to it. You and I both know better than letting this happen again, don’t we?” Jihoon’s eye slightly twitched as he shrugged Heeseung’s hand off his shoulder and walked away from where you were.

Heeseung sat back, an angry frown adorned his face. “You took too long!” You said after checking it was already 10am, as you slightly pouted at him while eating the small piece that was left from your muffin. “What did I tell you about Jihoon? I thought I had warned you about him, or did I?” From the way he was talking you could see he was not a little bit happy with the situation but it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t just be rude to him. “It’s not my fault Hee, besides he did nothing, he was just complimenting me!” Heeseung just seemed to get angrier with your answer, making a pout make its way back to your plush lips. “Y/n, how many times do i need to tell you what his intentions are, geez!” Y/n, he only called you that when he was mad. Why is he getting mad at you when it’s not your fault. You didn’t mean to get mad at him, but the way he was acting with you hurt you a little. You felt your eyes water slightly. “Look Heeseung, I know how to protect myself, I don't need you to warn me about Jihoon or anyone, besides he never did anything to me!” You felt bad talking with him like that, but you weren’t a helpless child, you were a little slow but not dumb. Heeseung’s frown deepened after hearing your words, he should be the one getting mad not you at him. “I don't want to keep having this conversation with you. I’m leaving now.” Heeseung grabbed his bag as he got up to leave. Words weren’t coming out of your mouth no matter how many times you opened it to talk and ask him to stay. As the cafeteria’s door slammed close you felt your eyes water with tears as you flinched at the sound. Pouting your lips, you started wondering why he got so mad when you did nothing wrong.

You understood he was being protective of you but it still broke your heart into pieces when his loud voice echoed back in your mind. A single tear fell from your eyes making you quickly but carefully wipe it so as to not ruin your makeup that you put extra effort in. You grabbed your mini mirror from your bag as you checked your face, smiling when it was still intact. You grabbed your stuff as you decided to text your friends to check if it was available since your class wasn’t until 40 minutes.

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“And he got really mad at me when it wasn’t even my fault!”

Chaewon and you were sitting in the benches in the open area of campus as you were telling her about this morning's events. Chaewon has been your friend since you entered college and both of you seemed to click instantly when you met at the dorm that both of you decided to move out from, getting your own apartments. You both shared everything with each other, she was your ride or die and shopping partner. She was the first one to know when Heeseung slid in your dm’s and she wasn’t so happy about it. Knowing about his reputation, she always told you to be careful afraid you might get hurt but you always reassured her that he was treating you nicely and after a year of going out with him she stopped nagging about the boy. Hearing this story, Chaewon wanted to give a I warned you type of scolding, but she held herself back seeing you teary eyed as you spoke. She let out a sigh as she put down the cereal bar she was eating.

“Look I really want to tell you that I knew this would happen but I won't. He is being a complete asshole and don’t you dare run to him, he is the one who should be apologizing and if he really likes you he will.” She grabbed your fidgeting hands as she kept talking “Besides, as much as it hurts me to admit it, in a whole year Heeseung never did anything to hurt you and even though this doesn’t justify his behavior, he probably was acting out of jealousy I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean to let it out on you.” You sighed as you looked at her slightly smiling. “Yeah I know that but he still hurt me a lot.” You said as you sniffled and held your tears back. “Anyway, class is almost starting so I’ll get going and you should too.” Chaewon said as she got up and grabbed her things, waiting for you to do the same. You bid her goodbye and made your way to where your class was.

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You had your head propped in your head as you tried to understand what the teacher was saying, but his words were nothing but background noise as you couldn’t stop thinking about Heeseung. You grabbed your pen as you started to take notes, midterms were close and you couldn’t afford to fail. As you were focused on the teacher's explanation you heard your phone buzz in your bag but ignored it and kept focusing on class. You kept writing and the buzz continued making some heads turn into your direction. You muttered an apology as you grabbed your phone to check who was texting you, seeing Heeseung’s name on your screen.

hee💘: meet me in the boy’s bathroom on the 2nd floor

hee💘: now

You kept staring at his texts not knowing what to do. Chaewon’s words were replaying in your head “don’t you dare go back to him”. You know you should ignore him, but just once wouldn’t hurt anyone, besides she doesn’t need to know about this. Putting your phone back in your bag along with the rest of your supplies, you got up quietly to not disturb anyone. You felt your hands shaking in anticipation as you walked down the hallway making your way upstairs to the second floor. Your legs felt wobbly as you felt the tight anxious feeling forming in your chest, not knowing what to expect from this encounter. You reached the second floor and looked around trying to find the way to the bathroom. As you were almost reaching your destination, you saw Heeseung from afar leaning against the wall as he scrolled through his phone. The sound of your steps getting closer made him look up just to find you looking at him with the does he adored so much, making him try his best to not melt right then and there. He put his phone away and stood straight as he looked you up and down, making you gulp, fearing he might say. Heeseung didn’t say anything as pushed you by the wrist, taking you inside the bathroom. You let your things fall to the ground, as he pushed you against the door, his hand reaching behind you to lock the door as the other made its way around your waist.

Your head was feeling fuzzy as your mind was filled with nothing but Heeseung, the electric feeling of his hands caressing your waist made your heart flutter. Your heart started beating faster as you looked in his eyes, pupils dilated and filled with lust. Your hands slowly made their way around his neck as he leaned his head down to your level. Your noses were touching and he had his forehead touching yours, a small movement would make your lips touch, but still, none of you dared to make a move as you stared into each others’ eyes.

You were the first to break eye contact as you slammed your lips against his’, not being able to hold it anymore, the tension in the air was heavy and it was making you feel like you were out of breath. Heeseung kissed you back with as much force as you did, both of your lips moving together, fitting like a puzzle piece falling in the right place. You felt one of Heeseung’s hands move down to your butt, squeezing the plump flesh there, making you gasp. He took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, making you leave a quiet moan inside his own mouth. His tongue moved in sync with yours, entwined and fighting for dominance. Your hands started moving as if on their own, sliding down his body until they reached his belt, pulling his hips against your own. You moaned at the feeling of his slightly hardened length, one of your hands leaving its palace from the belt and coming to his front to rub at his boner, making him hiss in your mouth.

The room was filled with sounds of your lips smacking against each other along with the sounds you both let out. Hesseung’s hand left your waist as it slowly moved down your torso towards your tight, squeezing the flesh there. His hand slid to the inside of your thigh, the feeling of his hand making your skin crawl with chills as his hand moved further, touching your clothed core, feeling the outline of your slit. His thumb applied pressure in your clit, just enough to make you pull away from the kiss, gasping for air and turning your head away from him. Heeseung started leaving kisses on your neck, reaching for the spot he knew made you crazy as he left marks along the side of it, making you moan out loud at the feeling of his lips along with his thumb on your clit.

“Already going dumb for me, huh baby?” He said as he smirked against your neck, making you hide your face in his neck in embarrassment. “Nuh-uh, don’t shy away from me now baby. Look at me, baby.” You took your face from his neck, leaning your head back against the door as you looked up at him. Heeseung smiled at you, taking both of his hands to cradle your face against his palms. “You know I love you right?” You nodded, smiling at him, as your face leaned against his touch. “And I love you, Hee, so much.” Heeseung leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, as he left a breathy chuckle. He connected your lips again, swiping his tongue against your lower lip, making you open your mouth as his tongue made its way to yours. His hands started going inside your top, moving up to your bra, as he started massaging your breasts, you started moaning inside his mouth, muffling the sounds you made.

“Hee, just take my shirt off, please.” You whined against his lips as he chuckled at your eagerness. He pulled away from your lips and pushed your shirt up, taking it off of you with ease. You pulled him to kiss you again, as his hands snaked around your back, unclasping your bra, moving it down your arms and letting it fall freely onto the floor. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, marking the area, leaving trails of spit as he started kissing down to your nipples. His mouth automatically closed around your left nipple, sucking the small nub as his free hand moved to massage and pinch the other. Heeseung’s mouth was making loud wet sounds, mixing in the air with your breathy moans. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for friction, feeling your underwear stick against your core.

“Hee, please, I need more.” You whined as you twisted and turned against the door. “Please what baby, need you to be specific, angel.” He said as he moved his mouth to your other boob, a trail of spit connecting it to your now abused boob from all the biting and sucking. You whined in complaint, your brain already not functioning completely as the only thing you could think about now was how much you needed Heeseung’s cock or fingers. “Need your fingers, please Hee, just give me something.” The desperation in your voice was noticeable and Heeseung spent no time in pulling your skirt down along with your panties, leaving you naked aside from your shoes and pink lacy socks that you loved so much.

Heeseung picked you up and sat you down in one of the toilets inside the stalls. He kneeled down in front of you, putting your legs on his shoulders, giving him a perfect view of your raw and glistening cunt. He licked his lips as he looked at you, seeing the neediness in your eyes. He started kissing the inside of your thighs, alternating between licking and biting the flesh, making you whine at the pleasure the pain gave you. You felt his breath hitting your pussy, making you shiver from the feeling and shudder in anticipation. His thumbs moved to your labia, as they pushed your lips apart, fully exposing you to him.

“Hee, please, I can’t wait anymore, I beg you.” Your whines were getting louder, leaving little to the imagination of anyone who passed by. “Baby I will do anything you want, but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me?” You nodded, not being able to form coherent words even if you tried.

Heeseung finally let his mouth fall against your pussy, as his lips found their place around your clit, sucking the swollen nub, making you bite your lip to try to hold back your moans, your hands tangled in his hair, needing something to grasp onto. His tongue started making figure 8 in your nub, your toes curling at the pleasure he was giving you, your mouth fell open into an O shape as breathy moans slipped past your lips. Heeseung’s mouth left your cunt, making you whine at the loss, one of his hands making their way to your gaping hole, rubbing your entrance and slipping a finger inside with ease, thrusting it inside and out. You throw your head back in pleasure and let out a broken whine, making Heeseung’s move come to a halt. Your head coming back up as you looked at him, grinding your hips against his fingers, trying to get him to move.

“If you don’t keep it downI’ll just stop right here and take care of myself and make you watch, got it?” His threat made you gulp and nod quickly at his words. You gasped as his finger started moving again at a faster pace. “Please, more, Hee. Give me more!” Your voice came out as a whisper, feeling like if you talked louder your voice would betray you. Heeseung complied with your request as he inserted another finger inside your leaking hole. You bring your hands against your mouth, trying to muffle the noises, as you feel yourself getting closer to your high. Your walls were tightening against his fingers as you felt the knot form in your tummy. Heeseung felt that and he put his mouth back on your clit, sucking the poor nub, aiding you to reach your high faster. One of your hands made their way back in his hair, pulling the hair, feeling the knot almost bursting.

“Hee, I’m so fucking close, don’t stop. Oh, please, don’t stop.” You breathed out as your chest heaved with pleasure. Little high pitched whines started escaping your mouth, getting louder and louder as you got closer. “Fuck, Heeseung, I’m gonna cum! Shit Hee, I’m cum-” Your didn’t even get to finish your sentence as you reached your climax, arching your back away from the toilet, feeling your walls pulse aggressively around Heeseung’s fingers. He moaned as he tasted your cum against his tongue, his fingers still moving, helping you ride out your orgasm. When you got more calm, Heeseung took his fingers out, pushing them inside your mouth making you lick them clean as his mouth licked your pussy clean, making you choke on his fingers when you tried to gasp from overstimulation.

Heeseung pulled back, smirking as he looked at your fucked out state. You pulled him by his neck, slamming your lips against his, tasting yourself in his tongue. You both were moaning in the kiss, you needy more and Heeseung needing to relieve the raging boner that was pushing against his pants, almost painfully. You pulled away from the kiss, breathless and gasping for air. You looked down to his crotch seeing his boner, now more prominent and definitely rock hard. Poor baby held back this hold time, you thought.

“Hee, I want to suck you off.”

“There’s no time for that, classes are almost ending and I just want to feel your pussy right now.”

“But i wan-” Heeseung cut you off by slamming his lips against yours. You instantly fall into his touch, your hands immediately make their way inside his shirt, feeling his abs against your touch. You started to pull his shirt up, making him pull away from you to take it off of him. Your lips connected again, needy moans leaving both of your lips and your noses bumped against each other. Your hands fumbled around his thighs as you finally found his belt and started unbuckling it, undoing his button to finally push his pants down enough to reveal his boxers, both too needy to take them off completely. Your hands palmed and squeezed his cock, making him groan against your lips and roll his hips against your hand. your hands wrapped around the waistband of his underwear to pull it down, freeing his cock making it slap against his abs, staining them with pre cum. You pulled away from him to look at his cock, mouth watering at the sight before you. You never had seen such a pretty cock, curved just the perfect way, with one vein adorning the underside, going from the base to the tip. You raised your hand to wrap around the base, tightening it around his member and moving it up until it reached the tip, watching as a bead of cum spilled from his tip. You started moving your hand up and down his length, making him hiss as he threw his head back.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good for me.” He said as he looked at you, making you smile sweetly at him, feeling fuzzy on the inside as you kept your movements steady. “Shit. Baby, come here, if I don't get inside you right now I’ll go crazy.”

Heeseung picked you up once again, you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed you against the wall. Your hands were around his neck as he grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yeah, go on.”

With your consent, Heeseung slid himself inside you with ease, a slick sound echoing in the stall as he buried himself completely inside you, making you open your mouth as a silent moan left your mouth as he put his face on the crook of your neck. He started moving at a slow pace, making you throw your head against the wall from the delicious feeling his cock gave you. His slow movements never faltered, not failing to make you squirm in his hold, but still you needed more.

“Hee, please faster.” You pleaded, needing more from him.

“You’re one needy slut, aren’t you? Always asking for more, mnh?”

Despite his words, Heeseung adjusted your position in his arms before he started slamming his hips against yours. Instantly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck to muffle the sounds that escaped your lips. The sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed in the stall and could possibly be heard by anyone standing close to the door outside. Gasps were leaving your lips, combining with Heeseungs low groans against your own neck. The squelching sound coming from your pussy was like music to Heeseung’s ears, making his dick twitch inside you, causing you to let out a loud moan. Your nails scratched down his back enough to make it bleed a little and your brain was numb from all the pleasure you had received today, feeling grateful for Heeseung and his perfect cock.

Heeseung changes his position slightly, making the tip of his cock hit the spongy spot inside you, making you clench tightly against his throbbing cock.You were bouncing up and down in his length, your tits bouncing right in front of his face, making his lean down to put on of your nipples in his mouth. The feeling of his tip repeatedly hitting that spot along with the friction his pelvis caused against your clit, made you feel the familiar knot form again, making you lean back fully against the wall as Heeseung’s thrusts started getting sloppy, meaning he was also close.

“Heeseung I’m going- fuck”

“I know, baby, me too. Cum with me, baby. Can you do that?” You nodded at his words, feeling yourself clench again. Heeseung’s hand came down to where your bodies met and he started rubbing your clit in fast motions, making you get closer to your high. Your breath started getting quicker with each thrust. Your tits bouncing with every movement you and him made.

“Fuck. Hee, I’m so close, shit!” You said as you felt your clit pulsating. “Shit, come for me baby, fuck.”

You did as he said as you felt yourself cum, gushing your essence all over his cock. Your legs were shaking and your hands were squeezing his biceps as you. His release coming right after yours, feeling his cum paint your walls, the warm liquid starting to form a white ring around his base. Heeseung moaned as you both rode out your highs, hissing from the slight overstimulation. He slowly pulled out of you, watching as your pussy filled with his cum started slowly leaking.

The post climax reality was hitting you and you felt a pang in your chest, reminding yourself that you should be mad and hurt at him. Heeseung felt the shift in your mood, knowing very well why you were feeling like this. Before he did anything, he helped you clean up, grabbing toilet paper to clean your thighs and cunt, making you hiss from how sensitive you still were, which made him whisper a small apology before he kissed your cheek. After you both were clean you picked the clothes scattered across the floor, leaving the stall you checked yourself in the mirror seeing you red and slightly sweaty, ready to make the walk of shame as you heard the bell ring just in time.

Before you could leave Heeseung grabbed your hand making you look at him.

“Um listen, you probably think I'm a jerk right now, which you have all the right to, but I want you to know that I am genuinely sorry. What I did to you was not right, I was acting out of pure jealousy but it doesn’t mean I should have let it out on you. I love you and I am sorry, angel.” He said as he looked down ashamed at himself. You smiled at him, happy that he was able to recognize his mistake. “I forgive you Heeseung, even if you hurt me a lot. What you did left me really sad and hurt, but we both know I love you too much to not forgive you. Now we should get going, everyone is leaving class.” Heeseung nodded at you grinning like an idiot in love as he bent down to your height, giving you a long peck, making you smile in the kiss.

Heeseung grabbed your hand and unlocked the door as you both made your way out. When Heeseung opened the door, he was faced with a student who just wanted to use the bathroom ,ready to push past him until he saw you behind the taller man. You looked up and smiled, waving your manicured hand at him.

“Hi Jihoon!”

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pandagyaru · 10 months

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"Jasper, don't you think this is a little risky? And high?" You ask, clutching onto his shirt. Your finger nails catching onto the fibers. He grabs your hand, taking it off his shirt and into his own.

"Would I ever put you in a situation where you get hurt?" He asks, nuzzling into you. You look below you, at the ground covered in sparkling layers of snow. From up there in the trees it looks quite pretty, you stare at it for a short while; contemplating what you're going to say. (Completely not getting blinded by it)

"No, but I don't see how jumping from tree to tree is supposed to be fun for me" You deadpan, looking up at him and falsely glaring; a puff of air coming out of your mouth. His gold eyes watching as it disappears.

"You'll see pumpkin" He declares, grabbing your waist with one arm and jumping to the next set of trees with the other.

"You do realize if you DROP me. I won't just get up and walk it off like you would, right?" You whimper to him, grabbing him tighter as not to perish in the snow below.

"Well good news, we're where I wanted to go" He brushes branches out of the way to reveal a beautifully reserved clearing, which you assumed would have flowers covering it fully if it weren't for the snow. Jasper turns to tell you something but he stops at the sight of you staring in awe at a deer. It slowly walks into view, sniffing the ground as it looks for a place to just lay down and relax.

"Jasper! Look at it! Isnt it cute!?" You whisper to him, watching to make sure the deer doesn't hear you. He's still looking at you, a smile appearing on his face.

"Yeah it is" He whispers back. You turn to look at him and sees he's staring right back at you. Your face burns from the contrast of the cold air and your now warm face.

"The deer! Not me!!" You hit him on the arm. He chuckles and tightens his grip on you so he can jump down from the tree. The sound of his feet hitting the snow scares away the deer, causing you to pout. He sets you down.

"You scared it away!" You yell at him, walking into the clearing and just plop yourself down in the snow. The crunching of newly laid snow fills the silence. (You ever see people write "a pregnant pause" motherfucker what?!) You lay back and put your hands out above you, the sky is a cloudy grey color compared to the white on the ground and trees.

"Looks like it's about to snow again sugar" Jasper states, coming to lay next to you. You turn your head to make eye contact with him. (I hate eye contact 😭😭)

"Hey wait. Since your body temp is cold, do you not get cold from the snow?" You ask, starting to flail your arms about in a snow angel formation.

"Not really. Doesn't mean I won't bundle up in blankets tho" He tells you, turning on his side and propping his head up with his arm. You stop making snow angels and just stare at him. The beauty of his sparkly skin with the sparkling white snow, you wish you had brought your phone. (Wait, I know like non twilight vampires can't show up in pictures, is it the same for twilight vampires?? If it is the same, shhhhh)

"Should we be heading back? You're shivering" He asks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him.

"Maybe, I can already not feel my fingers" You muttered, blowing hot air onto your hands. He chuckles.

"Let's go home then beloved"

At home

"Ahhhhh" you sighed out as Jasper wrapped another blanket around you. He stands up and looks over you.

"You warm?"

"Like a damn burrito" You joke, sticking your hand out of the blanket and reaching for him.

"Are you sure you need me up against you?"

"I always need you up against me" You tease, grabbing him. He rolls his eyes but then he smiles.

"You're dirty"

"Yeah but you like it"

It's kinda short but I have no idea how to write for this man. LOVE YA

#jasper cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x y/n #twilight fandom #twilight fanfiction #twilight x male reader #twilight x reader #jasper hale x male reader #Spotify

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myheroblogs · 7 months

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Yoichi and All For One are IDENTICAL TWINS (and what it means...)

Okay, I know this acc has kinda been dead for over a year or two by now and I haven't exactly caught up with MHA, I only started reading the last 3-4 chapters, and I wasn't planning to revive this acc after being inactive for so long, but I discovered something that I CAN'T keep quiet about.

In the newest chapter, further detail on Yoichi and AFO's backstory is revealed (Yes! The chapter I've been waiting for!), and surprisingly, AFO and Yoichi are TWINS! I think very few people really thought of the concept, so it was unexpected in general.

I assumed they're fraternal twins, because while they're twins, the anime showed them having different eye colors... (Yoichi has green eyes and AFO has red eyes)

...Until I realised that isn't actually possible.

Because TTTS (twin to twin transfusion), can only occur in IDENTICAL TWINS.

In other words, yes, Yoichi and AFO aren't just twins, they're IDENTICAL TWINS. Anime may be wrong about eye colors again (like how they were for Iida's).

And while it's both unexpected and funny to think about all this (I mean, c'mon, that means Yoichi could've had the exact same face as his brother-), a lot of people may have missed the very BIG implication that this has.

Remember, identical twins share the exact same genetic makeup. After all, they are basically what should've been one person but got split into two somewhere in the early process.

But aren't y'all forgetting...

...that QUIRKS are also genetic?

If AFO and Yoichi are identical twins the entire time, with the EXACT SAME GENETICS, then that would mean that the quirks they have, would be identical as well. Because quirks are also genetic.

All For One and One For All are the SAME QUIRK by nature.

You may be wondering, "if they're the same quirk, why do they seem to function differently?" Yes, OFA can pass itself on, AFO can't, etc.

Well, while they are identical twins, they did suffer through TTTS, with Yoichi as the donor twin.

This probably messed a lot with Yoichi's development, and thus, his quirk. After all, while identical twins, are well, identical, a lot of factors can change how their genetics are expressed (some are expressed more than others). TTTS would've been a big one for AFO and Yoichi.

Notice when looking at OFA's functions (minus the stockpile), it's a significantly weaker version of AFO? AFO can just take and give through close contact with another person. For the transfer to even work for Yoichi, he has to transfer through DNA (blood, or eating hair??), and the only way it can even store quirks if said person inherited the quirk and passed it on like hot potato. I wouldn't even be surprised if Yoichi's quirk could only story a certain number of quirks.

The functions of Yoichi's original quirk got so messed up, it had to evolve into being able to pass itself on for it to even function itself. So much so that literally no one realised he had a quirk, maybe even Yoichi himself until after his death.(Im in the camp that Yoichi died passing on the quirk and it was Kudou who discovered the transfer ability and made the plan to defeat AFO)

So yeah, Bakugo was correct about OFA being the same as AFO all along. Except he was wrong about it being due to AFO creating OFA. It's actually because the original quirk holders were identical twins, meaning the quirks they have would also be identical. But things happened, which caused the quirks to work differently from each other.

EDIT: As another addition to this post, this also explains why OFA and AFO are so intricately linked, that the two users can start seeing into the other's vestige realm. To the point that when they both come into contact, it merges their vestige plains into one. Or perhaps, it's actually two quirks temporarily merging into one.

Since identical twins are basically one split into two, then two identical quirks having contact with each other is the same as two merging back into one again.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yoichi shigaraki #shigaraki yoichi #all for one #one for all #afo #ofa #mha 407 #bnha 407 #bnha manga #mha manga #can't believe no one actually realised this #even I missed it till now

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aemondtargaryenonlyfans · 9 months

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BACK WARMER.

Part 4 of The Devil You Know

Biker!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

Things get heated in more than one way.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT–MINORS DNI; dry humping, kinda public setting, a bit of humiliating, fighting, let me know if I missed anything!

WORDS: 4.4 K

NOTES: It‘s here, hehe 🤭 This was a pleasure to write. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

No short skirts or dresses, stayed on your mind for the rest of the night and the following day after you had received that message, pondering over the perfect outfit choice.

You didn’t know why, but you wanted to impress him–all while trying not to overheat in the sultry evening air. It had been a relatively hot day in King’s Landing, meaning the night would be insufferably warm and oppressive.

But eventually, you settled on something.

No skirts didn’t mean you couldn’t wear a skort, so you slipped into a black denim skort and topped it up with a black t-shirt and white sneakers. Figuring you were going to wear a helmet anyways, you skipped doing much with your hair besides curling the lengths.

The engine of Aemond’s motorcycle revving up could be heard even before he reached your house, and when you made your way downstairs, you were blessed with the sight of him leaning against his bike, arms crossed in front of his chest. His silver hair was slightly tousled from the helmet, but he didn’t seem to care. You immediately noticed the missing eyepatch, and your heart fluttered while heat rippled through your body.

As you approached him, he couldn’t stop trailing his eye over your frame, taking in your curves and the clothes that clung to them, before raising an eyebrow. Just his gaze alone made you feel hotter than the weather ever could, and you were certain the blush on your cheeks had to be obvious to him. “Didn’t you get my message?” he asked, his head tilting sideways. “No ski–”

“It’s a skort,” you were quick to cut him off with a cheeky grin on your lips, grabbing the denim panel at the front of it to lift it up and reveal the shorts underneath. He scoffed, though he had to bite the inside of his cheek in the following to stop his lips from curling into a smirk and himself from staring at your legs for too long. “Ever rode pillion before?”

“Plenty of times,” you reassured him with a nod, taking the full face helmet he held out for you. Putting it over your head, you tied it and adjusted the loose tresses of your hair that came out from beneath, yet you knew they weren’t going to stay pretty for too long once the bike started to move.

It seemed like an unconscious movement he had done plenty of times before when he raised the visor of your helmet, allowing you to hear his voice a bit more clearer. “A few people have told me that Vhagar’s quite uncomfortable for passengers,” he scoffed, even if it appeared to be a bit awkward, so you decided to chime in and chuckle softly to ease the tension. “But besides that, if you feel like I’m going too fast for your liking, squeeze me twice, alright?”

You had to crane your neck slightly to look at him, and nodded. “Got it,” you said, and took the hand he offered you to climb his bike. Something hot spread throughout your body at the touch, but it only got worse when he leaned forwards to place his hand under your chin, tilting it up a bit to make it easier for him to check the strap of your helmet, making sure it was on properly.

That little gesture made your belly flutter, since you knew how to adjust the helmet to be safe, clearly having ridden many times before, but he just cared enough to check himself and make sure it was okay. His demeanor toward you was the complete opposite to the stories Jace and the others had told you about him, and you weren’t sure how to feel and whose side to trust at this point. A part of you just waited for the blow that revealed Aemond‘s true colors and his intentions, that would probably break your heart.

“Vhagar?” you asked, tilting your head.

He put on his helmet, flipping up the visor, before mounting the vacant space in front of you, turning his head to the side to speak to you. “Jace has probably told you that some of our bike’s names are a memento of our family's roots and their ancient beliefs, right? And Vhagar’s a god worshiped in the Valyrian freehold.” Actually, none of them had told you, you just assumed they had a wild imagination to come up with all those names, like Arrax, Moondancer and Vermax.

Kicking Vhagar into gear, you gasped as you felt the engine growl to life between your legs. Aemond turned his upper body slightly to look at you again, bowing his head once with a look down to your hands that rested on your thighs. Since his visor was still up, you spotted the raised eyebrows, seemingly encouraging you to wrap your arms around him without saying anything.

You took in a deep breath, sheepishly biting your bottom lip, before you did just what he wanted. Conversing with Aemond was easy, a no-brainer, if you wanted to put it like that, but he was just such a charismatic person, that he inspired a weak-kneed giddiness whenever things got closer between you–regardless of said things being quite mundane or not. He just left you fumbling for words, a complete juxtaposition to the effortless way of chatting with him, and kind of made you feel off balance.

You pushed your visor down, and so did he, driving onto the streets of King’s Landing.

It took approximately 30 minutes from your house to the Blackwater Bay, passing with ease as all you could think about was the man in front of you that messed so badly with your hormones, you had to shift in your seat whenever you stopped at a red light. Squeezing your thighs to soothe the aching wasn’t possible with the main cause of your despair sitting right between them, so, you had to retort to different methods.

About 15 minutes into the ride, you had noticed him going a little faster than before, without driving recklessly, which meant you reached the bonfire in record time.

He drove down a small path that led to an even smaller area where several bicycles, motorcycles and a few cars stood, and parked his Harley-Davidson right next to a Ducati Monster. The faint golden details on the otherwise black frame gave away who it belonged to. It was Aegon’s Ducati, but the white Kawasaki Z1000 parked right next to it was what stole the show. You hadn’t seen it before, but the pale blue details went so well with the white, and made perfectly clear that it was a customized bike.

Somewhere along the path you spotted Moondancer, Arrax and Vermax, meaning Baela and the other’s were there, too, and even if you got a slight feeling of uneasiness, you still were happy at the thought of meeting your friends.

When Aemond gave you the go, you jumped off of Vhagar and pulled off the helmet almost immediately. He took the helmet from you and dropped it where he was sitting just a few moments ago.

“Hel and Aegon should be down there,” he nodded towards the large bonfire at the beach in the distance, still a short walk away from where you stood just now. “I told them to meet us here, but Aegon stops thinking when there are women and alcohol involved.”

“Yeah, I’ve already noticed that,” you joked, and while you released a huff of air, Aemond chuckled. “Ah, the sweets thing, right,” he remarked, and placed a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the wooden stairs leading you down to the beach.

“Who’s Hel?” you asked him on the way, looking up as he walked alongside you.

“My sister, Helaena,” came the reply.

Seemed like you were going to meet the whole family straight away.

“So, everyone in your family drives motorcycles and is in a club?” you asked, the cocked eyebrow indicating your curiosity.

With the music becoming louder as you got closer to the crowd of people, Aemond leaned just a tad more towards you, seemingly not wanting to yell. “Kinda,” he started, “it’s a family thing, a tradition. Daemon gave Rhaenyra her first bike when she was around seven years old, one for kids, of course. And now, every Targaryen gets a restricted motorcycle once they turn 16 years old, some even earlier, and a bigger one when they’re old enough to handle it.” He merely shrugged his shoulders as if that was the most normal thing. “Aegon and I also drove one of those children bikes.“

“Wait, Jace’s mom drives a bike, too?” you asked, not sure if you should be surprised or impressed. You had seen Rhaenyra just a handful of times before, perhaps even less, but she was a bombshell, and spotting her on a bike surely would have caused your bisexual awakening.

“Not really, at least not anymore. She has never lived the lifestyle like the rest of the family, and merely drove her motorcycle when the weather was nice enough. She sold the bike when she got pregnant with Jace.”

As you came closer to the bonfire, you spotted only a few people standing around the fire, while most of them lingered around the pony kegs, just like Aegon and a woman you assumed to be Helaena–judging by the silver hair and the same striking features she shared with her brothers.

The first thing Aegon did was offer you both a plastic cup full of beer, though you weren’t in the mood for one, and Aemond politely declined stating he had to drive you home. You sheepishly smiled at that, because he seemed attentive enough to not throw anything away for some alcohol.

Helaena introduced herself, and not long after your arrival, you had noticed that she possessed the same charms her brothers did, in a more pleasant and calm way. She didn’t seem to be too pushy or over the top, but was rather nice and accommodating, making sure to include you in their conversations. Aemond rarely left your side, probably feeling responsible for you since he had invited you to the bonfire, not aware that you knew a good deal of people present, too.

In your eyesight, you spotted Baela and the rest standing not too far away from you, and you gently nudged Aemond before excusing yourself to greet your friends. He flashed you a more or less tight lipped smile, but you paid no mind to it, wandering off to your friends.

Baela was the first to hug and greet you, and you asked her about her short stay with her grandparents, before greeting Rhaena and Luke, asking them the same. Nowadays, it seemed much more difficult to keep a conversation up with them, but perhaps it was the ease of conversing with Aemond that just spoiled you.

Well, think of the devil.

Aemond appeared behind you, and the mood seemed to sour immediately upon his arrival, especially when Aegon followed not long after.

“Hey,” Aemond said, more out of politeness than sincere intention.

But there didn’t follow any greetings in return, besides some faint nods of their heads, all staring at the ground or at each other, shooting each other tight lipped smiles.

Aemond’s gaze seemed to focus more on Luke than anybody else, shifting the mood a bit more, more so when Aegon seemed to pick up on it and addressed him directly. “Haven’t seen you at Choppers lately, Luke.”

The brunette set his jaw slightly, looking at Jace for reassurance, before turning towards Aegon.

“Not really a Choppers guy these days. You know that.”

Your eyes flickered between all parties involved, and you were more than relieved when Aemond leaned down towards you, his mouth close to your ear. “Let’s roll, shall we?” You gave him a curt smile, nodding, ready to say your goodbyes.

That was, until Jace’s voice caught your attention.

“Hey, Y/N, can we offer you a tasty Old Milwaukee beverage?” his tone was dripping with mockery, matching the smirk on his lips and the way he so adamantly held a cup out into your direction.

You shook your head, flashing him the same smile you had flashed Aemond before, “no, thanks.”

But Jace couldn’t help himself, and knowing his temper, you knew which direction it all was going to take even before he opened his mouth. You turned to Aemond, grabbing his forearm and muttering a ‘let’s go’, before Jace interrupted you once again.

“Oh, come on. Not fancy enough?”

In the corner of your eyes, you spotted Aemond straightening his back, taking a step forward to step up between you and Jace. “I’ll take it,” he said in a voice you hadn’t heard him using before, a shiver running down your spine. It was authoritative, threatening almost. Reaching for the cup, Jace was quick to pull it away, tauntingly. “I didn’t ask you, Aemond. If you’d said pretty please, maybe, but you didn’t, so too bad. You can have it, Y/N, not Aemond.”

Aemond was ready to leave, his hand already placed on the small of your back, but Aegon seemed to have other plans in mind.

“She doesn’t want it, dipshit,” he barked, slapping the cup away, showing the short temper you had heard so many stories about, the beer splattering all over Luke.

Not only Aegon but also Aemond laughed at that. “See what happens?”

Jace pushed Aegon, who was knocked back into the sand. Then, Aemond stepped in to protect his older brother, though Aegon was more notorious for his temper and recklessness, shoving Jace towards the shore while Cregan took care of Aegon.

“Don’t make me put you back in your place again,” Aemond warned Jace, who was instantly enraged. He lunged at Aemond, who sidestepped and retaliated with a punch that threw Jace a few steps back. While some people circled them to gawk, you weren’t sure how to act. Was this really happening?

You turned towards Baela, who was looking at you with matching shock written all over her features. “Do something,” she said, even though it was always her managing to calm Jace back down. You didn’t even know what you were supposed to do. Step in between them, catch a few punches yourself? Sure not.

You both walked a bit closer towards the scene, catching up with Helaena while you yelled ‘Aemond!’ and Baela screamed ‘Stop!’–but to no avail.

The fight between Aemond and Jace was somewhat even, even though it appeared that Aemond was more skilled in fighting, dodging most punches and fighting with a fierce intensity, while Jace appeared more scrappy.

Jace connected his fist with Aemond’s jaw once, sending him back a few steps, before Aemond served a punch that knocked Jace to the ground. He kneeled beside him, grabbing the neckline of the younger’s t-shirt with his back facing the crowd. “Stay in your lane, Jace,” he warned.

As you squeezed past some of the people standing around them to get a better view of the scene, you spotted Luke walking towards Aemond, something that appeared to be a knife in his hand. Suddenly, you felt fire spreading through your body, your throat going dry even though you wanted to scream for Aemond to watch out.

From your position, you saw Luke approaching Aemond, towering behind him as he brought the knife to his throat. You gasped, a hand coming up to your mouth, and all you could hear him say was something along the lines of ‘you stay in your fucking lane’, however, it took a few seconds for Aemond to move, meaning Luke could have said more than what you had heard.

Everyone involved gasped, and Aemond held his hands up in defeat before backing up slowly. Cregan had pushed himself through the crowd and lifted Jace from the ground, who spat out blood.

“Put the knife down, Luke,” you said.

His eyes met yours as he turned around, “did you say something, princess?”

You frowned at the sudden attitude towards you, more so at the nickname. When Aemond approached you, not a single cut on his face, you felt Helaena’s hand on your shoulder, urging you to turn around. “We’re leaving,” she said, and with the warmth of Aemond’s hand finding the curve of your waist, you wandered off to the motorcycles.

While Helaena and Aegon quickly drove home, with the latter having a bruised eye and a cut bottom lip, Aemond and you mounted Vhagar to head towards your place.

By the time Aemond stopped the motorcycle, your heart still pounded in your ears, the adrenaline not subsiding at all. It actually seemed to be enough for him to stop his bike in the middle of nowhere on your way home, sensing your distressed state.

Flipping the visor of his helmet up, he raised his brows as you gripped his shoulders and climbed off the pillion seat, feeling the urge to take a few steps to keep your emotions at bay. The helmet dropped to your previously occupied seat, its tightness making you feel confined and not able to breathe instead of safe.

“Are you alright?” he asked, turning off the engine to provide for a more quiet environment, allowing you to speak in a normal tone.

You turned to look at him. “What the fuck was that?” you asked, bringing a hand to the top of your helmet in shock. Aemond scoffed at your reaction, which angered you a bit, to be honest. “What’s so funny?”

He tilted his head sideways, a smirk on his lips. “Are you really surprised he’d acted that way?” he asked, and you couldn’t deny that there weren’t any tell signs for Jace’s sudden outburst. “Haven’t you seen him like that before?”

Judging by your sudden silence, Aemond could tell you hadn’t, and when his hand reached for your wrist to pull you closer towards him, all your anger suddenly seemed to dissipate into thin air. “That was harmless, unlike other things they’ve done in the past.” You breathed out a huff of air, looking down at the ground, suddenly feeling naïve and stupid at you not being able to put one and one together.

Aemond pushed his helmet up to reveal his face, a reassuring and soft expression written all over it. He cupped your face with both hands, forcing you to avert your eyes from the ground to meet his. “I promise this has nothing to do with you, alright?” he said, his voice being softer than before, sensing your discomfort and worry. “They just don’t like seeing you with me, that’s all. Aegon and I are the reason, not you.”

You swallowed thickly and bowed your head once to signal your understanding, but you suddenly couldn’t focus on anything else than his touch and wondered how his lips would feel on yours. Your eyes flickered between them and his blueish eye, not knowing where to settle.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline soaring through both your veins, but when Aemond pulled you closer to connect your lips in a gentle kiss, you all but embraced it. Your arms slung around his neck, his helmet toppling to the ground in the process, and your lips molded together like that was where they had belonged all your life.

It wasn’t long after that the gentleness was replaced by passion, turning heated and fervent as if you had years to catch up on despite only knowing each other for a few days. But the sexual tension that had lingered between you from the very beginning eventually needed to be released.

Aemond’s hands wandered from your cheeks to your waist, until one traced further down, cupping your ass. The way he grabbed and squeezed it was enough to have you pulling back from his lips, squirming closer against him to flee from the tight grasp and the sting that followed in its wake, although the smirk on his lips told you that was exactly what he wanted.

“Ow,” you not so harshly smacked his shoulder, and bit your bottom lip when you noticed the way his gaze was transfixed on your lips. The center stand of Vhagar was easily unfolded merely using his foot, before he planted both of them firmly on the ground and used his grip on your body to encourage you to climb his lap.

And you sure did, mounting the motorcycle to sit astride him, your arms around his neck, fingers entangled in the strands at the nape of his neck while his hands cupped your ass, fingers trailing beneath the fabric of your skort to squeeze your flesh once again. There was a part of you that believed it all to be an act he pulled to seduce you for a one-time-thing, using you for his pleasure only to ghost you the next morning, yet the other part in you was too far gone to really care.

You were too drunk on excitement and adrenaline to really comprehend what was happening, the only thing you were sure of was that you cursed yourself for wearing a skort, because with a skirt, you could have straddled him to do what had been on your mind the second you spotted him taking foot inside of Choppers.

As you hissed at his rough grip on your backside, Aemond was quick to dive forward and drown the sound by pressing his lips to yours. It wasn’t long until his tongue slipped past your lips to swirl around yours, deepening the kiss while his hands started to move your hips in a push and pull motion, until eventually, you adjusted them just so you were able to rut them against his crotch, feeling him hard and wanting beneath you.

It was sinful, to say the least, and exactly what you had wanted all along. It was risky, with the motorcycle parked just at the side of the road, but it didn’t seem like there was any traffic, calming your fluttering nerves just slightly.

Your lips released his to catch your breath, and with the pleasure in your belly soaring to the surface, you couldn’t stop yourself from tilting your head back to whimper into King’s Landing’s chilly night air, and Aemond seized the opportunity to mouth along the column of your throat, before gently sinking his teeth into it.

“Look at you,” he cooed, “so desperate for release that you couldn’t even wait for us to get home, mh?” As if he wasn’t the one pulling you into his lap in the first place.

When your clothed core rubbed along the hard bulge in the front of his jeans, the seam of your skort shifting enough to press against your sensitive clit with each rut, you recorded a victory hearing him release a strained groan against the curve of your throat. The pace of your hips increased on their own accord, chasing the sensation that bubbled in the pit of your stomach.

A loud smack against your ass, and the stinging pain that followed, pulled you out of your trance, though your hips didn’t stop. “I asked you a question,” the blonde beneath you warned, suddenly coming back to his senses. He roughly grabbed the back of your head, nimble fingers applying enough pressure to the sides of your atlas bone to force you to look down at him. The taste of copper filled your mouth from how harshly you bit down on your bottom lip, the intimidating and domineering side of him feeding something in you you didn’t know was there.

“Fuck, yes,” you whined, releasing a shaky breath in between. “Been thinking about it the whole time.” It was the truth, and you weren’t afraid to admit it to him.

Aemond scoffed, clearly pleased by your honesty. “Go on, pretty,” he purred, pulling your head down to connect your lips, his other hand finding your hip to help you grind down on his hard-on. “Come for me. I want to see you fall apart without me touching you.” It was a possessive demand, and exactly what you needed to hear to come undone on top of him.

He was not at all ashamed to groan and grunt beneath you, though you knew your movements didn’t give him enough friction to reach his peak as well–you were sure you would die on spot from arousal if he’d come by you dry humping him.

Not long after, your climax washed over you like a tidal wave, and with your clit and cunt being rutted violently sore because of the rough denim of your skort, the pleasure rippled through your body in twitches, your walls spasming around nothing. A shame, because you wouldn’t have loved anything more than to soak his cock.

“That’s it,” Aemond rasped, praising you through your high and the aftershocks. “Such a fucking good girl for me.” It made you so dizzy and longing for more, you weren’t sure if you were able to handle the drive home without wanting to jump his bones at any given moment.

After he had pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, your head tipped forward with your forehead resting against his broad shoulder. You needed a few seconds to come down again, catching your breath. “Don’t you…?” you trailed off, turning your head to look at him.

“I’m saving it,” he retorted with a smile, and the unsaid ‘for when I’m finally inside of you’ lingered in the air between you.

Once you were yourself again, still a bit flustered, you crawled off of him. Rubbing your knees, hurting from digging into the bike, you fetched his helmet and yours, before getting on the pillion seat.

There weren’t many words exchanged between you once he dropped you off, and you didn’t feel like it had to.

You handed him the helmet, but he just raised his hand, simply saying “keep it for next time.” You sucked in a sharp breath, and nodded, your cheeks heating up–so he wasn’t going to ghost you.

When he drove off, you quickly hurried inside, falling into the comfort of your bed, though you were nowhere close to sleep. The buzzing of your phone filled the silence, and, like a lovestruck teenager, you gripped it in record time, reading the message that popped up on the screen.

‘Tomorrow, 2pm. No short skirts or dresses.’

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lovers-in-love-around-the-world · 1 year

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tr characters with a very attractive s/o? 💕

Hello, I didn't know who you wanted so I decided to use these characters. so I hope you like this and sorry for the late reply.

Please enjoy!

Warning- protective, jealousy, threats(not describe), gender neutral reader(I think. I might be wrong I might of put he/she somewhere and if I did please tell me), not proof read, might be a little ooc

Paring- baji x reader, Draken x reader, Mikey x reader, ran x reader, Rindou x reader, izana x reader, kakucho x reader, Sanzu x reader, wakasa x reader

Baji-

• Baji is so protective of you. like if he sees someone looking at you he will wrap his arm around you and glares at them.

• He does like to compliment everything about you and loves you show that you are the most beautiful person he thinks.

• Hates when people compliment you through. Like yeah you are super attractive but that doesn't mean that everyone can look and compliment you. That's only for him.

• dislikes you walking home. He doesn't care if he is doing something he will stop and come and get you and take you home. He just doesn't want any guy to try and take advantage of you because of how pretty you are.

• something he likes to do when someone is staring is to put his jacket on you. one it shows that your his and two it also covers you beautiful so only him can see it.

• he's not really specific on stuff you can't wear but if he doesn't like it or it's too revealing for him he will say something or just put his jacket over you. He is the only who gets to see all your beauty.

Draken-

• Draken is pretty chill. I mean in the end your back with him so he's not that worried. People can look but it's not like they are going to touch. That's just for him.

• now if he does see someone staring, specially if it's somewhere that's not the best place, he doesn't mind to actually do something. Either step in their line of view, cover you, or just take you somewhere else.

• he doesn't mind what you wear outside. He feels like he shouldn't have to tell you what you can and cannot wear. I mean either way whatever you wear he thinks you look hot in it and you rock the outfit.

• he does like to look at you and watch you do things, specially when you clean, maybe its the way you seem focus on what your cleaning that makes him like to watch.

• finds you really beautiful and will give you tiny compliments. But they are either really quiet or just undertone compliments.

Mikey-

• matters which Mikey we talking about.

• Toman Mikey would be clingy, specially when you guys are out. He would hold onto you and loves to just stare at you because he finds you so pretty.

• Now black haired Mikey would be the one to compliment you but either they are too quiet for you to hear or he says something and the compliment is like hidden in what he says. He also likes to buy you clothes he thinks that would make your beauty pop out more.

• Bonten Mikey..... Well you see he has lost a lot and he doesn't want to lose you. He will buy you anything like clothes or makeup or jewelry or anything that makes you beautiful. He does like your all natural beauty more through. He also hates when you go out. Since he doesn't go out much he isn't there to make sure no one looks at you or tries to take you beauty away from him. So normally he has someone go with you or he won't let you leave. (An extra thing. He loves to lay on your lap because he gets to look up and see your beautiful face)

Ran-

• he's pretty natural in this. I see him kinda being protective of you but then he just meh. Like he trust you and will let you do what you want.

• he is weird about you going out at night alone because of how pretty you are. I mean be won't stop you but he will make sure that, one he is with you, two he's on call with you, or three you guys have like life360 where he knows exactly where you are.

• he does like to find outfits with you. He just likes to find outfits that makes you guys look like a hot couple. He is all about that.

• he also likes to sleep with you. You laying on his chest while he plays with you hair. He is able to see your beauty even if your sleeping. He just thinks you look pretty doing whatever.

Rindou-

• okay he is way different then his brother. He isn't natural in this at all. He is like Baji. He trust you but then he doesn't trust everyone else. He rather have your beauty for just him.

• but something he will do if one of your outfits he finds too revealing he will tell you to change and that you aren't going out. Now if you able to sweet talk him to let you out in the outfit he will but it might take a bit. (Kisses and some reassuring will be enough)

• he does like when you sit on his lap while you guys are relaxing or just watching a movie. The reason why is because he is able to see your beauty all in front of him and in his arms.

Izana-

• he's like toman mikey. He's clingy. Not just outside but everywhere. He likes to have a hand on you or something close to that. Also loves to compliment you while he has you in his arms/hands/legs.

• he can get very jealous. He hates people looking at you. He thinks that he should only be the one to see your beauty and no one else can.

• will not let you out of the house unless you have something of his. Either something he wears or something he gave you.

• will not let you walk home. You will stay at his house if it's gets to late. You had no choice. He will cling onto you and lead you back to lay down with him.

Kakucho-

• sweet sweet boy Kakucho. he definitely blushing a lot. He just finds you so pretty and it's hard to not just stare at you.

• he doesn't get really jealous about people. He is scared to let you go out by yourself at night. Not wanting someone to take you because of how pretty you are so he will walk you home unless you want to stay the night, which he won't ask. But if you do he is happy.

• he also loves when you wear something of his because he thinks that it just makes you more pretty and he will look away so you won't see the blush on his face.

Sanzu-

• ....sanzu...-sighs- okay well Sanzu we all know is a little unhinged. He will get really weird if he sees people staring at you. Can either led up to them being threatened or you getting pulled away. Matters on his mood. Normally the first one.

• he does love to see you try on new outfits and will compliment you a lot too. He will sometimes just come up to you and hugs you from behind and start saying compliments. Sometimes he will say a compliment twice.

• he kinda sees you as a beautiful god/goddess. He thinks that you need protective because he knows that people might try to take you away because of your beauty. He won't let that happen. He will be your knight.

Wakasa-

• pretty chill. Honestly doesn't care. He lets you do what you want and things. But if he needs to step in or do something he will.

• He will say at least one compliment to you a day. It will be random times that he will do that. He just finds it fun to catch you off guard.

• he also likes to mess up your hair. He just finds you more pretty with your hair messed up so he might randomly come up behind you and mess it up and then walk away, normally when he says a compliment too.

#tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #baji x reader #wakasa x you #mikey x reader #izana x reader #draken x reader #sanzu x reader #kakucho x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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heyy i was wondering if u could do a gavi x reader where they are in a relationship (very private/secret) so basically none of the fans know about them and they start shipping him with random girls so the reader gets insecure and distance herself from gavi, he notice this and he reassure her after she tells him the reason, at some point he decides make the relationship more public to stop this random shipping with other girls.

now i have to options

1 the fans love her it can just end with fluff

2 the fans start hating on her because she’s dating gavi he post/say something to stop the hate and stuff like that

the end is up to you!

maybe they are on vacation or something like that (angst at the start and fluff at the end?)

i hope you’re doing well :)

take your time to write it, if u do it thanks in advance

His Special Girl

You were really not a jealous person but these random ships really started to push your buttons recently.

You wake up, new instagram rumor "Pablo Gavi new girlfriend!"

You open TikTok when you're bored only to see numerous videos pairing your boyfriend with random influencers all over the world.

You lay down in bed and the moment you open your phone a picture of Pablo edited next to another girl pops up with some bombastic title like "secret relationship revealed!"

You both agreed to keep your relationship private ever since you started texting one day on Instagram partly because he doesn't like his life plastered online and also because you were a normal girl trying to avoid the spotlight.

You were the one who requested it in the beginning because public eye makes you nervous and anxious but now it started to bug you even more that you were a secret.

When you went out together to some secluded restaurant in Barcelona, you had to use the back entrance to avoid any possible papparazi or fans crowding at the front door.

"I feel like Bonnie and Clyde amor" Pablo giggle taking off his cap while moving a chair for you to sit down. You would usually giggle at that and make a joke yourself but tonight you weren't in the mood.

While getting ready, you read yet another post about some fake texts people made between Pablo and this newest influencer. You were curious so you went to her profile and she was very beautiful..her body much more plum than yours..and lots of things done on her face.

You were a very simple looking girl compared to her so you wondered if Pablo thought the same?

He reached to hold your hand but you pulled back when waiter came and you made your orders.

"Amor, que pasa?" he said trying to catch your eyes but you avoided to look at him knowing you can not lie while looking into his eyes.

"Nothing.." you started but when Pablo reached and held your chin raising it up you finally looking into his eyes.

"Tell me.." he says moving when the drinks arrived and you sighed.

"Um..you're being shipped with everyone lately..and It's bothering me" you admit looking at him with guilt wondering if he thought your concern was stupid but he was listening carefully.

"Thank you for telling me amor...I was thinking of bringing it up too..I think we should go public...or well at least semi public if you are anxious about it?" Pablo said and you blushed thinking about the world knowing about the two of you.

"How?" you ask and he smiles taking your hand and kissing it lovingly.

"We let everyone know we are together, but we still keep our relationship private" he says and you nod feeling a little shy now that he knew you were being jealous.

"Hey, look at me preciosa" he said and you look into his eyes

"I think it's cute that you don't like me shipped with others..it's kinda hot you want me to be all yours actually..because if anybody ever shipped you with some dude I would beat his ass" he said and you giggled making him smile brightly.

"I still remember that poor guy in Ibiza cariño.." you say and you both laughed remembering the way Pablo went ballistic when the guy offered to buy you a drink while you were looking for him at the bar.

"Yeah..he might need a nose job after that punch" Pablo scratched the back of his head and you smirked shaking your head.

One day later..

pablogavi

matching pink with my only special girl <33. @y.n.bebe

commers:

gavifans: WAIT! So she is his girlfriend!!!??

gavigavi: who is this girl now??

gavirafam: she is nobody famous! you chose well pablo!

aurorapaezg: cute!!

pablogavi: gracias hermanita!

y.n.bebe: pink looks good on you bebé <3

pablogavi: you too princesa <33

gavisgirlss: AAHH he calls her princesa!!!!

pedrigavifanss: i'm so glad he wasn't with any of those influencers!!

pedri: you wear pink??

pablogavi: only with her...shut up!!

y.n.bebe: hehe

y.n.bebe

I love you <3 @pablogavi

comments:

pablogavi: I love you my special girl!! <33

pablogavirafanclub: we lost him ladies but I'm so happy!!

gavirabae: who gave you permission to look that cute!!??

aurorapaezg: so happy for you amores! <3

y.n.bebe: <3

belengavira: preciosos <3

y.n.bebe: te amo <33

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kenlvry · 1 year

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biker reader with main 4 + craig

cw. afab, 18-19,

summary, reader is an extremely well known bike rider, during night she rides her bike across town and during the day she hides her personality from everyone. she can't hide it forever though... i wonder how will the boys will react?

kenny

he doesn't know why but everytime kenny tries to make plans with you at night you refuse and make up some stupid excuse. even if he manages to bring you out of the house, when 8pm hits you immediately go home.

this night however you seemed even more panicked to go home, its like you needed to be home. he was worried and followed you home, you refused however but he was insisted so you accepted. he saw you enter the house and was relieved, he decided to wait out a little since he still had a feeling something was going to happen and he was right. noises were coming from your bedroom window and he immediately jumped up. looking over it was you and he felt betrayed, he just watched you slowly go down from your window all dressed up and pretty.

"are you cheating on me" you jump and scream a little turning around and eyes shock at your boyfriend with a pouty face almost crying, you felt so bad and wanted to hug him. "kenny no no i,,," you sigh and decided to tell him, he couldn't and didn't believe it. he thought it was a cheap lie, everyone does so you open your garage revealing a black suzuki GSX-R750. and again, he doesn't believe you so you just had to show him, you brought him to your race and even yelled his name when you won

and he was shocked af LIKE HUHHH?? MY GIRLFRIEND IS A ILLEGAL RACER. he also found out you are extremely popular, you started racing when you were 15 and won so no wonder you were popular.

after that incident you and him always go out at nights and you almost immediately gets recognised he still doesn't believe it like its so hot like damn you?? a racer?? illegally at that??. somehow it being illegal made it more hot. everytime you go racing he follows and the way your hair flows when you take off your helmet or when people look at him with jealousy because he's your boyfriend he loves it, you are very respected too like if you got inbetween a big fight that has been going on for 2 months it is immediately settled. he hates how people would disturb you two though , now he understands why you always wear a mask. all in all he finds it so fucking hot... he also kinda high-key wants to fuck you after a race and also wants to try public sex on your bike... why?? idk,,

kyle

he was suspicious since day one. you weren't one to be insecure, you even said yourself you love your face but you always wore a mask and a hat whenever you two go out to eat at night like who are you trying to hide from? and not only that once when he dropped you off at your house and you forgot your purse so he went in your house to bring it and nobody was home like huh didn't i just drop you off???

so he decides to end it all today, it was 7pm and you said you were free today so after he finished doing things of his own he decides to come over to your house to talk about it. he knocked multiple times but you didn't answer so he just went in, the whole bottom floor was empty besides your mom and she told him you were in your room so he just went up.he thought you'd be studying or sleeping or just doing anything but not sneaking out, "um y/n??" he spoke out, you stopped your tracks looking behind you and it was your dear boyfriend "KYLS???.,," he was so shocked and of course his immediate thought was you were cheating on him, you dressed up so nicely and with pretty makeup. "oh.. do you not love me anymore?" his voice was almost like he was gonna cry "omg no kyle" you had to sit him down and explain it.

"are you lying 😢" "kyle noo 😞". when you show him he finally believes it, and at first he's concerned. "isn't this illegal?? what if the police comes? aren't you scared? is this safe?" and you have to reassure him so many times, he's still worried. he doesn't let you go if you don't wear a safety helmet or brings bandages and tell him and the location.

he doesn't realise how big of a deal this is until one time when you arrive for a competition there was like.. 4 people including you two and the both of you had to go somewhere then when you came back there was like probably 100 people and more still arriving. you were such a big influence and had a huge impact on anywhere you go. people respected you and since you were so famous people respected kyle, some envied some respected and some even went out their ways to look exactly like kyle so you'd leave him for them. he feels so lucky to have you. he finds it so fucking hot too like are you sure this is the y/n from school 6 hours ago??

stan

it weirded him out, how you always made an excuse of being "too busy" or "too tired" to hang out at night. this night you gave him the same excuse. he sighs ending the call "you okay?" kenny asked from stans couch, he was hanging out with the gang and was about to leave wanting to sleep over at yours. "its probably his girlfriend, did she says she's too tired again?" cartman chimed in laughing lightly, stan hummed in disappointment "umm, stan? you might want to check y/ns story" kyle said while looking at his phone stan. they all pulled out their phones and opened your story to see a picture of you posing on a bike with a girl on your right hugging you and a guy on your left holding up his middle finger, "holy shit i know where this is, it's an illegal racing place my friend goes to" kenny said sitting up straight

stan was in shock and disbelief, like are you cheating on him?? whats so fun instead of hanging out with him. he replied to your story with a "??" and you didn't reply, instead deleting the story. on your side,you forgot to put it on close friends where only your biker friends can see it. "cmon i got the location"kenny stood up grabbed his keys and went out, the other three following in suit.

arriving there was like a black sheep in a white sheep's den. it was all expensive motorcycles and expensive cars. they parked somwhere far and got off, kenny greeted his friend "hey dude whats uh going on?" "oh u dont know? Jared's racing against y/n he thinks he's so tough, shes literally three laps ahead of him" the man chuckled to himself while the rest stares at him "y/n?" stan says "yeah, u don't know her? woah u must live under a rock or something," he then pointed to you driving on your motorcycle, passing by quickly making it the fourth lap. "that's the y/n, she's been winning races left and right, she is so popular you dont even know it, she has her instagram on private though idk why. shes pretty too, i tried to ask her number once and she just slapped my phone away from me" the man sipped his drink and continued his sentence with a chuckle "hot".

the information stan got was too much, since when did you ride a motorcycle?? you can't even drive a car. when did this happen? how long?? is there anything else you hide from him? before spiraling in his own thoughts the crowd cheered. he looked up to see you with your hand up in the air, looks like you won. you were cheering and smiling and thats when you locked eyes with stan, yours grew wider and his grew sadder. you immediately got down and went over to him grabbing his hands pulling him to a more isolated area so people don't disturb you.

"um.. stan?" you called out "when did you start doing this?" he felt somewhat betrayed and you had to start from the beginning when you needed money and decided to take on illegal bike racing since your dad had an expensive motorcycle. "im sorry i should've told you but i didn't know how'd you react" you hold his palm "you can be mad, its okay but trust me I'm only doing this for the money" he was betrayed sure but inside he was happy asf like you are literally famous af, and you looked ever prettier with your messy hair and sweaty face.

after that incident he insist on bringing him to your races, even if they're late at night he doesn't care aslong as he sees you driving that motorcycle with your hair thats flying everywhere was heaven for him. people are soo jealous of him and they can't even do shit about it bc they know you'd beat their ass if they even lay a finger on stan. he got really famous and everyone js kinda greets you wherever you two go. now he knows why you always buy him designer things

cartman

okay, he knew you did something at night and he at first doesn't rly give a fuck bc you probably go out to your cousins or smthing bc usually you parents don't let you sleep over to your cousins house and you and your cousin is close af.

but it was a gut feeling, was he right? it was something he assumed so he decided to check it out. he is now currently in your bushes looking at your window (totally not creepy). you weren't really going anywhere and he felt relieved and got up to leave but js then your front window opened and a leg reached out to a rooftop of your patio. he immediately went back in, you wore black and had pretty makeup on. stepping on the ground with a sigh you fixed your hair and clothes, looked around and went to your garage. he went back to his car that was parked far from your house but not too far so he can see you, then he saw you dragging a motorcycle out of your house, when you were far enough you got on it started and drove off. he furrowed his eyebrows and followed you.

his heart was shattered, your cousins house was three houses down, you dont even need a motorcycle to reach there.

when you arrived he immediately recognised the place, it was a popular illegal racing place that meets up and race every two times a week. he continued to follow, blending in the crowd just looking at you. everyone greeted you, high fiving, hugging and even bowed as a joke. he could immediately tell how popular you were.

he watched as you raced, everytime you lapped it felt like it didn't even past 2 minutes. it was obvious who'd won. when you won and cheered with everyone he made a goofy ass scene approaching you. "IS THIS WHAT YOU DO WHILE IM AWAY??" your eyes were widen and you felt so fucking embarrassed, mans was kneeling and acted as if you were married with 3 kids or smthn... "cartman,, can we talk about this like.. somewhere else??" "NAH NAH, YOU WANT TO KEEP SECRETS HUH?? WELL I STUCK YOUR TOOTH BRUSH UP MY ASS ONCE AND I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU UNTIL NOW" you smiled and slightly kneeling to reach his level, whispering in his ear "cartman get the fuck up and leave, if you wanna talk about it don't embarrass me. I'll talk to you tomorrow" you smiled softly as if you didn't threaten him seconds ago, he just got up and went to his car, went home, parked his car, got in the house, up the stairs, in his bedroom, layed there and just.. slept in disbelief.

the next day he got awoken by you slamming his bedroom door "wake up, don't ever do that shit again." you cross your arms, he got up and sat on the edge of his bed "well i feel kinda betrayed yk, how would you feel after finding out the love of of your life does illegal racing and doesn't even share the money with you" he rolled his eyes, i mean he wasn't lying, he's betrayed af how could you?? its just his way to cope . "okay cartman, im sorry seriously, I should've told you and sighs shared the money with you".

after telling him how it started and how you're literally popular af and you rizz up both genders he was smiling and giggling. like can't believe he claimed you first and you stayed despite the other men going for you. he gloats about it forsho "oh my girlfriend?? oh yeah just a ille-..... legal bike racer", or if someone messes with him "my girlfriend is a very popular bike racer, if you touch me she'll fuck you up yk"

also flexes you, like takes pics of you winning and putting it on his story "y'all girlfriends could never 🥱‼️‼️". he actually loves it, and is actually very worried, he always makes sure no cops comes and if there is one he immediately gets you and runs. tells you to win or else he breaks up with you knowing damn well he doesn't care just as long as youre safe.

craig

OK I LIKE TO THINK THAT HE DEFINITELY KNOWS BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THIS LETS MAKE HIM UNAWARE.

he honesty could care less on why you always have to leave at night or why you have to cover up at night or why you have 1 mil on Instagram, i mean, cool you definitely have a lot of friends. but he always had the feeling that ur hiding something from him. wondering why so many people like your story or why so many people greet you and ask to take pics with you and so many people tag you.... hmm well i guess that's for another day moving on!!

jk, he is so curious, he tried asking you about it, asked wendy, red, heidi, bebe they all don't know. like girl why you got 30 messages from a guy of them confessing their undying love to you?? or why you cant call during late nights.

but he js thought it was a private matter and didn't wanna push you. one night however he wanted to be romantic and brought wine and popcorn to your house to 'chill' he wanted to sneak in, yk those teenage love yea he tryna be like that. but when he was about to sneak in you were about to sneak out. he just stood there wine on his left hand popcorn on his left while you grunted and groaned going down.

"y/n." you jumped turned around and found your boyfriend "oh.. craig???" "where are you going y/n?" "... just a friends house 😊😊" "wearing makeup, hair done, pretty shoes and wearing your good clothing?" he wanted to cross his arms but for now he just has his brows furrowed. "..yea..." "your cheating on me right? i see how it is, I'll leave" he turned around to leave his heart was shattered how could you 🙁🙁"NO CRAIG WHAT??" you sigh and rub your temples, "I'll show you, cmere, why did you even bring wine?? put it down" he crouched, put both of it down and looked at you. "..okay, cmon" you grabbed his palm and ran to your garage. opening it to find your motorcycle, no questions asked he got on and just put on his helmet.

arriving there everyone was staring at you two, he thought you were some kind of freak show. whispers and stares "y/n are you being bullied" "what craig, ???? just watch okay" you got back on your bike and drove off, immediately he got sworm "who r you?" "are you y/n boyfriend??" "just so you know thats OUR girlfriend". he can tell right off the bat you are quite popular, i mean i think anyone can tell by the way the man beside craig who's screaming our your name while jumping.

when you won it was havoc , everyone screamed and jumped and smiled some even creame.... nvm. anyways, he founded out that the 1mill followers are mostly your fans, and that you are literally loved and wanted by so many men and women.

now your date gets interrupted with "can you sign my helmet" or "can we take a pic" and he'd be the one to take the pics like 😐😐. he wants to flip the off SOOOOO BAD but he holds the urge bc he doesn't want you to get jumped bc he flipped off a leader of a hostile gang. he absolutely hates it when someone approaches you smiling and hesitantly while giggling, he lets out the biggest sigh and make sure the fan knows he doesn't want them there

stalks, saves your photos people take of you, has a fanpage of you and also is lowkey a die hard fan. has you on a your bike riding it while racing as his wallpaper. records you and is like "theres my little girl!!", edits you to those sigilkore music. THINKS IT IS THE MOST HOTTEST THING WHEN YOU TAKE OFF YOUR HELMET AND UNSTRADDLE YOUR MOTORCYCLE. he is so lucky that he's living mens dream by dating you.

#south park #south park x y/n #kenny mccormick #south park x you #kenny mccormick x reader #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker

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giggly-squiggily · 7 months

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Caught In The Act (My Hero Academia)

Tada! I'm back with another TodoBaku fic! :D It's been a hot minute since I've really written for them as a couple, and plus- let's be real; lee!Bakugou is a treasure! This is a gift for a friend (you know who you are :3)- I hope y'all like it!

Summary: Todoroki makes a surprising discovery about his boyfriend- much to Bakugou's embarrassment.

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It was a secret Bakugou planned on carrying to the grave.

“Geahhahahahaha! K-Kihihihirshima!” Denki squealed, feet kicking and hands slapping as the redhead tickled him relentlessly. “Stahahhahhaap!”

“Aww, what’s the matter? I thought you could handle it!” Kirishima teased, looking over his shoulder at Bakugou with twinkling eyes. “Get in here, Baku-bro! Help me take out sparky!”

“Tch, I’ll pass.” He waved them off, shaking his head at the sight. He hoped his nonchalance covered the twitchiness in his muscles. Before Kirishima could ask more, Mina had already bounced over, declaring war as she threw herself into the fray.

“Dumbasses.” Bakuogou rolled his eyes with affection as he walked back to his room, hand already drifting to his phone. By the time he got back there, his heartbeat was blasting in his ears, cheeks warm as he pressed a hand against his chest- willing it to calm.

God…I wish that was me.

Shaking his head, he tapped away at his phone, flopping back into his bedsheets as he scrolled through his bookmarked fanfics, settling in. “This will have to do.”

~~~

Bakugou…liked tickling.

There, he said it!

Well…thought it anyway.

He didn’t know why the childish act made his heart race so much, or why the sight and sound of it filled him with such joy; it just kinda did. He had plenty of tickle fights growing up- well; at least until his quirk kicked in. Admiration aside, not many people were willing to go toe to toe with him when his hands sparked out of control during a laughing fit.

Even in the dorms tickle fights reigned on. Kirishima was a walking wall of defense with a playful side to back; he and Denki made it their personal mission to tickle everyone at least once a week. They’d probably get him more if he didn’t gripe and groan so much during it.

The idea of asking for it… dear god, the idea of telling them…

He could already picture Midoriya rambling about the various reasons and factors about it as if it were a quirk- the idea both mortifying and weirdly hilarious. It wasn’t the wildest thing anyone’s revealed about themselves; not after Mineta’s google search history got leaked.

Still, the idea of anyone finding out about it made his blood turn cold and the back of his neck sweat. He had to be extra careful! No crumb trails allowed!

He could do that.

Sure- easy. ~~~

“Bakugou, can I borrow..” Todoroki paused at the blonde’s dorm room upon finding the blonde curled up in bed, scrolling on his phone with his headphones in.. It was after breakfast and on a weekend, so it wasn’t that surprising to find him here. Shrugging, he quietly shut the door as he entered, mumbling a soft “sorry for the intrusion.”

There it was on the chair- a large soft sweatshirt Todoroki meant to ask for. He gathered it up, smiling at the feel of the fabric against his skin. He didn’t know what it was made of, but it must have been fancy. The perks of parents in the fashion industry.

Feeling bold, he pressed it against his face, snuggling.

“Heh.” Startled, Todoroki twisted, hiding the sweater behind him with bright red cheeks. “Sorry I-”

But Bakuogu wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was still on his phone, looking at what looked to be a picture. Curiosity won out as Todoroki creeped closer, observing.

The image was a piece of fanart- two characters engaged in what looked to be a duel. One guy- white hair and dressed semi formally with black gloves- was hovering over the other, his hands curled into his sides. His companion- another man pale as a ghost dressed in all black, looked like he was in mild pain, struggling to push him away as his cheeks flushed pink. There were some strange red things sticking out of his back, but Todorok’s seen wilder quirks.

Bakugou scrolled. Another picture- this time a redhead boy covering his face and smiling while two other boys- a black haired one with bright blue eyes and a brunette with a bob cut and impish grin- squeezed his knees. At that, Bakugou huffed a laugh, hitting the little red heart as he carried on scrolling.

“...” Todoroki blinked. Bakugou was looking at fanart?

A screen of text- it looked to be a story. Todoroki leaned in to read a few words.

“Ahehehehahha! Cohoohohme on, you jehehehehrk! Gehehet oohohoff me!” Abe snorted around his laughter, shoving at Tajima’s shoulders as his waist was prodded at. “Mihiihiashi, hehehheelp!”

“H-Huh?” The shy boy yelped, startled at the cry.

“Yeah, Mihashi!! Come over here and help me tickle Abe!” Tajima wagged his brows, one hand tickling while the other gestured him over. “Come on, don’t be shy~”

Mihashi-

But Todoroki never did find out what this “Mihashi” guy did, for the next thing he knew he was grabbed and pinned, all the air in his body knocked out of him as his back slammed into the wood floor.

“Just who the hell do you think you are, you damn bastard?!” Bakugou had his hand pointed in his face, sparks popping. “Think you can sneak in here and-”

“Bakugou! It’s me!” Todoroki cried. The sparks died instantly, hand moving to reveal a shocked Bakugou’s face. “Erm…hey?”

“I-Icyhot? What- How-When-” Bakugou gaped like a fish, looking from the door to the trapped hero beneath him and back. His body eased upon realizing he was not under attack by a villain. “Why are you-”

“Wanted to borrow your sweater.” Todoroki nodded to the discarded garment. “Erm…so uh…who’s Mihashi?”

Bad move- bad, bad move. The eased expression faded to one of shock, then dread, then mortification as Bakugou seemed to forget how to breathe. “You saw…” He gaped out, looking torn between running and raging.

“I…erm, yeah.” Todoroki confessed, knowing lying would make it worse.

Bakugou stared down at him, very still. For a moment, Todoroki was sure he was gonna explode- both literally and verbally.

But then the weight upon him was gone. When he sat up by the bed, Bakugou was a mound of blankets in the center. “Erm…Bakugou?”

“Fuck off, Icy Hot!” Oh- he was mad. No longer scary Endeavor mad but Bakugou mad. Todoroki felt himself breathe as he blinked at the mound. “Leave me alone.”

“Do you really want me to go?” Todoroki asked. When no answer came, he dared to climb into the bed. “I’ll go if you tell me to.” Again, no answer. After a moment, Todoroki cleared his throat. “You know you can talk to me about this, right?”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” The blankets snapped, shifting as Bakugou curled up more into himself. “Just go on ahead and tell everyone what you saw! I don’t care anymore!”

“...Why would I do that?” Todoroki asked, brows furrowing. “You know I’d never do that to you.” No further argument came, so Todoroki carried on, scooting closer to him on the bed until his hip was against the blankets. “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready, but I don’t think less of you for liking that sort of thing.”

“I’m a freak.” It was so quiet- yet the crack it left on Todoroki’s heart was massive.

“No you are not. You’re the farthest thing from a freak.” Todoroki reassured, petting the mound beside him. “You’re not a freak for liking fanfiction-”

“That’s not it!” Bakugou grumped as he turned over, peeking out from the blankets some. “That’s not…the part I’m talking about.”

“Was it the fanart? Cause I thought it was nicely done.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, sinking back into the blanket. “I can’t tell if you’re being intentionally dense to help me or you mean it.” Flushed, Bakugou hid further in the blankets until he was no longer visible. “It’s..the tickling part. I like it.”

“....huh.” Todoroki hummed.

“What the hell does that mean?” Bakugou snapped, resurfacing to glare. Todoroki held up his hands in surrender.

“Nothing bad. I’m just not all that surprised?” When Bakugou kept glaring, Todoroki went on. “We’ve been dating for a few months now- you don’t think I notice those little things about you? How you get so squirmy when a tickle scene happens in a show, or how you try to act cool when our classmates declare war on eachother?”

“The fuck-”

“The point is- I kinda knew already. And it’s not something to be embarrassed about.” Todoroki reassured, pushing past some of Bakugou’s blanket cocoon so he could brush back his messy hair. “If anything, I think it’s cute.”

“C-Cute? I’m not fucking cute, Icy-Hot! I’m a-” Bakugou went to argue but was soon cut off by Todoroki flopping ontop of him, pinning him gently to the bed as he pushed past the remaining layers of his blanket. “What are you do-HMMPH!”

“Come on- you know you want to laugh.” Todoroki teased gently as he scratched his nails along Bakugou’s sides, making the blonde squirm with repressed giggles. “Is this why you were looking at all those pictures? You were craving tickles, huh?”

“Sh-Shut the fuuhuhck up!” The chuckles won out. Bakugou slapped at his boyfriend’s shoulders as he giggled up a storm, semi-trapped in the blanket. “Doohoohn’t taahhahalk like thahahahat!”

“Do you prefer if I talk like this?” Todoroki leaned in so he was right next to Bakugou’s ear, fingers working up and down his ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~”

“FUHUHUHU!” The blonde arched with a cackle, flailing at both the ticklish feeling and the dreaded teasing. “IHIHIIHCY HOOOHOHOHOT!”

“Yehehehes?” Todoroki mocked playfully, kissing Bakugou’s red cheek before leaning back. “Wow, look at you smiling like that. I’m starting to get why you like this kinda thing.”

Bakugou could barely get out any words, too giggly for his own good. It only got worse when Todoroki found that terrible spot along his upper ribs, making his arms shoot down like rockets. “TOHOOHOHOHODOROHOHOOHOKI!”

“Yes?”

“STAHHAHAHAHP!”

“Hmm…okay.” Todoroki did just that, finally bringing his game to an end as Bakugou gasped for air. “Too much fun for one day?”

“Fuuhuuhck ohohohoff.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, hugging his torso protectively as he sank further in the bed. “You suuhuhck!”

“You love me.” Bastard!

“I do…unfortunately.” Bakugou snickered, laughing once more when his waist got pinched. “Ohoohkay okay I love you!”

“That’s what I thought I heard.” Todoroki snickered as he flopped down beside him, pulling Bakugou into his chest. “And I do mean it. You’re not a freak for liking tickling.”

“...You mean it?” There was something so vulnerable in his voice just now- a quiver of insecurity. Todoroki leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together, meeting his eye.

“With my entire being- down to the smallest of microcells.”

“You’re such a dork.” Bakugou laughed- voice a little wet. Todoroki smiled before leaning down, kissing his wobbly smile.

“I’m your dork. And you’re mine.”

Thanks for reading!

#mha/bnha #tickle #tickle fic #shouto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #todobaku #my heart is so soft right now akjrjearjkekjrjka #I love them your honor

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byizoyas · 1 year

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NSFW | spicy hcs where do they like to fuck you the most with ayato, scaramouche, zhongli

AYATO

› in his office

› it does not happen a lot in that place because his office is next to an open space and ayato is not fond of fucking next to other people. not that the kink does not suit him, but he wants to keep your moans to himself

› but fucking you on the desk he’s working on all day is something else and he definitely loves it

⸻

you had been texting ayato for a moment now but your texts were left unseen and it kinda pissed you off since you two were supposed to meet after work.

ayato had always been super busy and you knew it but still, you needed to see him sometimes and today was one of these times so you’ve decided to go to his work place.

the entire building was empty, in the dark. it was 11 pm and only your boyfriend was crazy enough to stay working at such a late hour.

you entered his office which was the only lightened place of the building and turned his chair to have him facing you.

you didn’t even say a word, instead only capturing his lips in a languid kiss. only kiss and heavy breathing noises could be heard right now.

‘do you want it that bad ?’ he asked, and the only choice of his words made you go insane.

you wanted him, here and now. no one was there anyway so you could do this, and it wouldn’t be the first time ayato railed you on his own desk. he thought about it quite often actually.

‘stop working. i want your attention.’ you commanded, taking off your shirt, revealing your naked chest.

ayato grinned, kneeling in front of you to take off your skirt, pulling it down slowly, while dropping kisses along your thighs to your dripping cunt.

and he suddenly got up, pushing you on the desk, and you were now laying on it half naked, while he, was still fully dressed up, only unzipping his pants to pull out his hard cock.

‘how do you want it ?’ ayato asked. his voice was so hot, you wanted him even more.

‘raw’ you said

‘mh that’s my girl’ he said, wrapping a hand around your throat while the other was busy helping himself coming inside of you, and after he shoved his whole length into your pussy, you let out a loud moan that satisfied him enough.

he sped up his pace, fucking you merciless, dirty talking and keeping his hand around your throat since he knew you liked it.

‘dirty whores disturbing their men while they’re working deserve a punishment’ he whispered against your skin, and his thrusts were now harder. you knew you’d have difficulty to walk tomorrow but it was worthy. rough ayato was always making you cum and it felt good enough for you to want more and more of it

SCARAMOUCHE

› in his car

› he loves it when it’s messy and what better place than a car where space is limited and he can feel your whole body against his as he fucks you slowly

› scaramouche is particularly fond of the way you moan softly into his ear and how it echoes in the whole car

⸻

‘you’re late’ scaramouche immediately said as you opened the door to the passenger side.

he wasn’t always rude but he was a jealous man, and knowing you were hanging out with other men while he was there, waiting for you, didn’t please him a lot.

you apologized for being late but he didn’t even let you finish, stealing you a kiss.

his fingers on your chin pulled you close and you let go of the security belt, wrapping your hands around his neck. you kept on making out for a moment and quickly ended up over him.

he had put his seat on laying mode so you could make your way over his body.

his lips didn’t seem to want to leave yours. the kiss was full of his rage and lust as if he craved it for a while. and he did crave it indeed.

his hands eagerly slipped under your shirt, caressing your breast and pinching your tits, while his teeth bit your inferior lip.

‘you’re gonna be rough today ?’ you asked as if you didn’t already know the answer to that question.

to that he only bit your neck gently. ‘is that a problem ?’ he whispered against your skin, sending multiple shiver down your spine.

he bit his own lip before licking your neck, making you moan. he knew how to please you better than anyone else, knew all your sensitive spots, and your neck was one of them.

‘no! i like it when you’re rough scara’ you affirmed, forcing him to look at you, and your playful smile.

to that he only giggled and spank you lightly a few times. ‘i know you do, you whores like it rough’

you pulled his hair, forcing him to look at you once again.

‘a-ah what is with you’ he complained, his brows furrowed and you liked to piss him off only to see that gaze and hear this intonation.

‘fuck me like one then.’ you added.

it was not long to feel him getting hard under you.

he took his pants off quickly so he could give you what you wanted. what you both wanted. it wasn’t often you fucked in his car but you reached orgasm everytime. and that night he didn’t go easy on you, fucking you dumb over and over again.

ZHONGLI

› in your bed

› zhongli is quite classic indeed but he prefers to fuck you in a bed so he can put you on any position he’d like to see you in, with no constrain

› and he particularly likes to use yours because the sheets are full of your scent that he is addicted to, and it drives him crazy to the point where he got no control over himself anymore

⸻

you just got out of the shower when you heard the door bell ringing. you didn’t expect anyone especially so late at night but you still went to check it out.

your boyfriend was here, a bouquet of flowers in hand that he dropped on the table kitchen counter after you’ve let him in.

‘do you wanna sleep in here tonight ? i was about to go to sleep’ you said. zhongli was fully dressed up and he didn’t bring any clothes with him. his visit was a surprise so of course you didn’t plan he would want to fuck you.

‘is that so ?’ he only said, approaching you and slipping his hands under your robe. his thin fingers were exploring your body, that was fully naked under and only with his touch, did he manage to make you horny.

‘fuck that’ you said, taking it all off. obviously this was what zhongli wanted because you could spot the satisfaction on his smile when you guided his right hand to your pussy.

you were wet already, and full of desire so both of you quickly went to your bedroom.

zhongli took off the clothes he was wearing when he came, allowing you to caress his muscular chest.

‘should i go hard on you ?’ he asked but you knew he’d end up fucking you hard anyway. this was how he liked it. pushing your head onto the pillow, because your muffled moans turned him on a lot. and spanking your plump ass, to see it red just as he liked it.

he ordered you to get on all fours. some days he likes to see your face and some other he wanted to be hard. the precum on the tip of his dick made it easier for him to thrust inside, and you both moaned at the same time.

it felt so good. zhongli felt so good inside of you. he knew all the right spots to make you cum fast and several times.

he pulled your hair with a hand and was guiding your waist to follow his rhythm with the other.

zhongli fucked you like no one else could.

he loved your smell and loved your moans so you tried to be the most vocal possible when fucking with him.

zhongli kept on pounding hard inside of you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass mixed with your lewd moans as the only sound filling the room.

you didn’t know if zhongli was about to stay at your place for the whole night but if he was you were ready to fuck him all night long.

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pythonees · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PROJECT PASSION — xavier thorpe

WARNINGS: 18+, aged up characters, soft bodied reader, slight hand kink, frottage, biting, coming in pants, this got kinda long... sorry?

A/N: what's that, I'm posting another fic in the same month?? well, that's because my new fixation is here!!

The hallways are silent as you make your way out of your room and towards the boys wing. Most people were outside in the out of season warm weather, and while you normally would be doing the same, you've been tortuously given a project for every single class you're in. Which wouldn't really be a problem, except the first one due is a partnered assignment. One that you don't get to pick who you got to do it with.

And it's not like you hate Xavier or anything! Quite the opposite, really. Which is the root of your problem. The not so small crush you've let develop into something bigger after he broke up with Bianca. He's kind and smart and amazing at art, how could you not like him based off of that alone? It helps that he's also very good looking, able to draw your attention at the worst of times when you should otherwise be paying attention to your teacher.

Thankfully you two are friendly enough, having spoken to each other a few times before to know the other as more than just an acquaintance. And after talking to him those times you could comfortably add thoughtful and witty to the list of things you liked about him. That's probably why your crush has taken off as hard as it has.

But now, as you near the room he now gets to himself, you can't help but wonder if it would be easier if you didn't really know him at all. If the awkward air would be easier then you having to fight down how flustered you are by his mere presence. How just the smallest of smiles from him will have you weak in the knees.

Standing in front of his door you smooth your clammy hands over the skirt of your sundress. You wonder if you should have dressed more casual, like you had planned. It's the weekend, so everyone takes the opportunity to wear whatever they want, and you had taken the chance to doll yourself up a little. But now, staring his door down, you wish you didn't listen to Enid and gone with something I little less revealing.

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door, looking around to make sure none of the teachers or another student sees you in the boys wing. There have been many horror stories of the lockdowns people get for getting caught sneaking into the opposite sex's wing of the school, and you don't want to deal with the rumours that would come from being caught here, either. Not when your doing something as innocent as working on a project.

Xavier quickly opens the door, and you're immediately assaulted with the smell of whatever "boyish" body wash he uses and his wet hair, shoulders of his white t shirt damp from the water dripping from it. You can't pull your eyes away, mesmerized by how good he looks with it down and framing his face. He doesn't have it down all that often, and you forgot about how hot it makes him look when he does.

And his smell, my god. You just wanna stuff your face in his chest and breathe deep, chase the smell and have it linger on your clothes when you leave. Your face heats with your less than platonic thoughts, and you really hope he can't see how flustered you're becoming as you stand in front of him, having to look up to see those beautiful green eyes.

"Hey, come in. Sorry it's a bit of a mess, kinda knocked some paint over and had to clean in a rush," as you step past him and into his room, you're met with all of the wonderful drawings pinned up on the wall on his side of the room, starting from above his bed and ending over his desk. He still hasn't gotten a new roommate, no one new joining Nevermore since Wednesday Adams.

"You can sit on the bed if you want, just wanna clean the last of my brushes before the paint dries," he darts into the still open bathroom, hunched over the sink as he continues his cleaning. You toe off your shoes, putting them next to his by the door so that you don't get his surprisingly clean room dirty.

While he's distracted, you take the time to look him over, his slim but fit body and the slightly baggy clothes that hang off of him. The sweats he's got on are a deep burgundy, the legs of them a bit too short for his long legs. It leaves his ankles exposed, and you find yourself watching his feet tap out a rhythm before you remind yourself that all this staring is surely becoming creepy.

Instead of gawking at him like some sort of stalker, you take the time to snoop a bit, setting your bag at the foot of the bed while you take in all of the art he's done.

Most of it is pinned to the walls, quick sketches and intricate pieces filling the space. There's even an easel set up by Rowan's old side of the room, with a canvas set up on it. The easel is turned away and placed as close to the garage wall ass possible, obviously dragged there so no one could easily look at it. While you really want to take a look, you don't want to betray his trust by looking at something he clearly wants to keep to himself.

Instead you focus on the ones you can clearly see, a mixture of random still life from around campus to random people and animals and little doodles that fill in the spaces. You're honestly a bit in awe at his skill, pushing your bag over so you can sit at the end of his bed, back resting against the metal frame to comfortably admire the drawings.

You don't notice when Xavier leaves the bathroom, too enamoured with his art. You do notice as drawing of a moth comes to life, twitching before fluttering off of the page. It flies around before heading towards you, and you hold your hand out for it to land on. It feels strange on your skin, not like how bugs feet normally feel, but also kinda similar. You go to run your finger over a wing to see how it feels, gasping when you notice you smudged the intricate pattern made from what you think are pastels.

"I'm so sorry!" You say in a rush, turning to look up at Xavier. He doesn't look upset though, a smile on his face as he watches you. You gently hold the moth out to him for him to fix, and instead of taking it from you, he reaches the hand not animating the moth to gently smudge the other side.

"There, now it matches again," he says before guiding the moth off of your hand and back to the paper it was on. It's still got the twin smudges on it as it settles back into place, and you find comfort in knowing that he isn't mad about it at all, "Alright, what part did you wanna start on first?"

"Should probably do the boring written part first. We can figure out the creative part later." You say, already knowing that if you start with the more fun part first, you won't have the energy to even think about the written part today.

Xavier nods, walking around the bed to grab his own notes and his laptop off of his desk. He sits across from you, back to the headboard, one foot on the ground while his other leg is stretched out on the bed. The bed seems to be just long enough for Xavier to lay down in comfortably, but with you in it as well, you realize that the bed can barely accommodate the two of you sitting as you are, your bent legs close to touching his bare foot.

With both of your sheets laid out, you get to work organizing all the notes, grouping them together in a way that makes the most sense. Then, you both get to work merging your notes together, you reading them out while Xavier types it out on his laptop.

His speedy typing combined with your ability to levitate the notes all around you makes the written portion of the assignment go much faster than you could do on your own. You're only able to keep two sheets up at a time if you were the one typing it out, attention too split to keep more sheets levitated without causing yourself any unnecessary strain.

Now you can rotate five or more sheets at a time, floating them around the both of you as you speed through the work. Sometimes he has you holding a sheet up for a while, wanting to pull a direct quote from a passage or to try and figure out how to blend both of your words together. It's during those moments you take the time to really admire his face. The shape of his nose, fullness of his lips, shape of his jaw.

There are a few times he almost catches you in the act, but the curtain of drying hair obscured most of his vision before he could fully look up from his hunched over position, giving you enough time to look away and pretend you were reading over the notes hovering in front of you. The notes that have slowly started to drift down during your distracted staring shooting back up into their original spots.

While actually looking over the notes, there are a few times where you think you can feel his gaze on you, but when you look up, you can never catch him in the act. So you just brush it off as your wishful thinking. Why would he be looking at you, anyways?

You get through a huge chunk of the written work faster than you though you would, getting through nearly half you your notes before Xavier had pushed his laptop away with a tired sigh. It was more than you had ever thought you would get done, and that's including the creative part that hasn't even been started yet. So the both of you agree that you can finish the rest another day, when your heads aren't swimming with jumbled up historical dates and places.

"What were you thinking of doing for our creative piece of the project?" Xavier asks, closing his laptop and setting it onto his bedside table. You find yourself staring at his hands

"It's probably more work, but I thought we could do like, a board game or something? I think it'll still have enough education to it while still being artsy and creative," you say, guiding all the papers back to you. You sort through the papers, setting Xavier's aside while you put yours back in your bag, loose with all your other random notes you were working on before coming up to his room.

"That sounds like it would be fun," Xavier says, pushing up from his bed to head over to his desk. There's a few big canvases leaning against the wall, some unused while others had beautiful portraits of people, all of which you didn't recognize, or captivating scenery. When he pulls some of them back there's some big pieces of poster paper tucked in behind them. He pulls a white one out, holding it up so that you can see it better, "This size work?"

You nod, quickly moving his papers off of the bed and onto of the laptop. He grabs up a stray pencil case too, carrying them all over to the bed. The pencil case he's got is worn, stained with finger shaped smudges of all different colours. He opens it to reveal an array of coloured pencils in a brand you don't recognize, probably the expensive kind that's higher quality than the crayola ones you have in your room.

While you sketch out the path of the game board in light pencil strokes, Xavier takes to filling the empty spaces with relevant historical sketches. They're beautifully done, and when you tell him that he's waves your compliment off with a blush high on his cheeks, a wide smile on his face while he tells you that it was nothing.

Soon the entire paper is full of a pencilled out outline of what you know will be a masterpiece. It already looks good as it is, but Xavier assures you that some colour and line work will really bring the whole thing together. You don't even bother questioning him, nodding eagerly while you levitate it up in the air, wanting to get a better look at it.

Your proud of your work, even though all you contributed was the path the player would take and some small decorative doodles drawn on the important spaces. But Xavier had told you you did a great job, causing your face to heat under his compliment and warm smile.

When you spin it around for Xavier to see, you catch sight of him staring at you. He's got the same smile on as he did when you were holding his animated moth, a soft one that makes your insides swirl and face feel hot. The look has you so distracted that the board game falls out of the air at a weird angle, fluttering to the floor. It lands face up, with thankfully no bends or smudges on it that would ruin all your hard work.

As your reaching over to grab the dropped assignment at the same time Xavier does, you misjudge where you put your hand down to brace yourself. It's too close to the edge of the bed, sheets sliding under your weight and causing your hand, and subsequently the rest of you, to go with it. As you suck in a breath, about to slow your fall to hopefully catch yourself with you levitation, you feel an arm wrap tightly around your waist.

You can't help the full body shiver that goes through you as he pulls you back into his chest, unconsciously leaning back into it to chase the warmth of his body. His legs are bracketing you as he sits down behind you, body long and lean as he plants his feet firmly on the ground.

"You okay?" He asks, voice low as he dips his head down to speak right by your ear, "I know you probably would have caught yourself, but I kinda moved without thinking."

"No, uh, it's fine. I was caught by surprise. Probably would have smashed my face off the ground or something." You say, unconsciously lowering yours as well. You don't know why you do it, but you don't want to speak louder than him and break the probably one sided tension you could feel between the two of you. This is the closest you've been to him, and you want to memorize the feel of him against you for later.

Turning your head to thank him, you don't expect his face to be so close to yours. Or for his half lidded eyes to be staring at your lips. Your tongue quickly swipes over them, tasting like vanilla gloss, a nervous habit that you've yet to kick, and his eyes somehow grow heavier as he sucks in a quick breath through his nose, "Xavier?"

His arm tightens around your waist, the other that was used to prop him up moving to rest on his thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing the bare skin of your own. You can feel the muscles of his thigh through his sweats, firm from all the runs he goes on, such a stark contrast to the plushness of yours.

"Can I kiss you?" He leans foreword just slightly, hair falling from behind his ear and tickling the side of your face. Your hand reaches up to tuck it back behind his ear, letting your hand fall to cup his cheek in the same motion. He leans into it slightly, eyes trained on yours as he waits for your response.

"Please," Xavier wastes no time once the words are out of your mouth, closing the small distance to press his plush lips against yours. His lips are soft, smoothed by chapstick but made sticky by your lipgloss as they move against yours. The angle is awkward though, with your back still pressed up against his chest. You have to turn your head over your shoulder to keep kissing him, and while you're enjoying it immensely, your neck is starting to protest.

You gently pull away, a small smile on your face when Xavier immediately tries to follow your lips, eyes still closed. You huff out a laugh, running your thumb over his pink cheek before you let him go, moving to stand up. His grip tightens on your hips as his eyes flutter open, strong fingers digging into soft flesh, trying to pull you back to him. His eyes are heavy as he stares up at you and his lips are tinged a light pink from your lipgloss, but you're able to use the small space between you to turn around and climb into his lap.

"Shit," Xavier mutters, hands dropping down to your ass, long fingers reaching past the bottom of it and brushing against the back of you leg. He tugs you into him as he immediately reconnects your lips, fingers digging into your skin. You roll your hips foreword to get as close as possible to him, landing right on Xavier's growing erection as you press your chests together.

You both moan at the contact, Xavier quickly closing the distance to press your lips together again, much more desperate than the first one. His lips are insistent against yours, arms moving to wrap around your waist to keep you as close as possible. You loop your arms over his shoulders in turn, playing with the hairs at the back of his neck as you tentatively lick a stripe across the minty chapstick that coats his lips, tinged with vanilla from your lipgloss.

Xavier instantly opens his mouth, tongue pressing past your lips and rubbing up against your own, and you're in heaven. You don't mind the sloppy desperation that seems to take over the both of you, spit coating your lips as you both try to pull the other one impossibly closer.

The desperate little moans coming from your mouth would have normally embarrassed you, becoming this pathetically horny for him from kissing alone. But you can't bring yourself to care as Xavier effortlessly pulls them from you with his skilled lips and rhythmic rolling of his hips up into yours. The answering groans coming from him as you roll your unsteady hips with him sounds somehow more wrecked than you do, fanning the flame of heat settling between your legs.

Pulling back, you try to take in a deep, steadying breath, hands smoothing down the back of his neck and dipping beneath his shirt, nails grazing along his spine. Xavier shivers, a moan low in his throat your only warning before he's pulling you back in, sealing your lips together.

He bites at your bottom lip, tongue darting out to smooth over the sting left behind before he's desperately licking into your mouth. You match his pace happily, hands coming back up to grab a fistful of his long hair and pulling. Xavier pulls away from your lips with a loud moan, eyes closed in bliss and mouth parted. He shudders under you, head falling forward and landing on your shoulder.

"Fuck," Xavier whispers, word drawn out and coated in arousal, "do that again."

And you do, pulling on it a little harder than before. It has him rolling his hips up into yours with a deep, guttural groan, his prominent erection pressing against your damp panties. His hands guide the roll of your stuttering hips against him, moans filling the room, as you follow his slower but firmer rhythm, keeping his hair tangled in your fingers.

You feel his head move against your shoulder, the barest brush of his spit slicked lips brushing against your skin. It has you holding your breath, fingers twitching in his hair. The first press of his lips against your neck is soft and barely there, but it still makes your breathing shaky, one hand dropping from Xaviers hair and gripping onto the back of his shirt.

The small pecks slowly start to get open mouthed, lingering as he lightly sucks and nibbles at your skin. His tongue smooths over any particularly hard bites, when you're hips would meet perfectly with his and he couldn't control the way his teeth would clamp down on your flesh. You don't mind though, the sparks of pain forming into pleasurable tingles that have your toes curling in your socks.

"Ahh, feels good. Please," you mumble, bearing down harder onto Xavier's clothes erection as you desperately chase the high you feel lingering just at the edges. You don't even know what your asking for, just that you want more.

Xavier moans against your throat, a question and a sound of pleasure rolled into one. He's sucking on the skin with more intent now, surely leaving bruises that you can't wait to feel when they fully settle in.

"Wanna feel you," you say, tugging on his shirt for emphasis, "mark you up so we match."

He pulls away from your neck with a loud smack of his lips, pressing a searing kiss to your lips before he's pulling back from you just enough to rip his shirt off over his head and toss to the side. The second he's free from the shirt he's ducking back into your neck on the other side, sucking what you assume are impressive hickies into your skin.

His hands settle on your thighs as yours loop around his neck, his fingers pressing into your flesh as they run up, up under the hem of your dress. His fingers catch onto your underwear, tugging your panties up and between soaked lips in his haste to get at your skin. It has you nearly wailing in pleasure as the soaked fabric is pressed right up into your clit, walls clenching around nothing as your head falls back.

Xavier kisses up your exposed jaw, giving you a teasing bite as he mumbles a quick apology against your skin. He detangles his fingers from your panties, hands moving to settle against the swell of your hips. His skin against yours feels euphoric, warm and slightly calloused from archery.

"It's okay," you say around a moan, slightly disappointed that the added pressure against your clit is gone. Your eyes feel heavy as you blink, slowly letting your head fall back down. As you do Xavier pulls back from your neck, eyes trained on your marked up neck. His hands come out from under your dress to tug at the bottom as he stares at you.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, giving your dress another little tug as if you didn't know what he was talking about. You nod, arms going above your head and hips stilling against his. He's quick when taking your dress off, throwing it in the same direction as his shirt before he's leaning back to get a better look at you.

You're left in just your bra and panties, miss matched but thankfully on the nicer side of your collection. The first thought that comes to your head is that you really hope he likes what he sees. But the admiring way he trails his hands up over your hips to sit on your waist has any worries melting away. That, and the awe filled look in his eyes as he traces over all the newly revealed skin.

"Fucking beautiful," Xavier breathes, fingers digging into your flesh. You can't help but watch the way your skin dimples around his long, strong fingers, admiring the contrast of your bodies. One of his hands skim up over your a bra covered breast and along your neck to cup the side of your face, pulling your attention away from his hand still on your waist and to his face.

"C'mere," he whispers, and you waste no time connecting your lips. This kiss is similar to the first, slow and sweet as you both let your hands roam free.

One of his hands come to rest on a covered breast, giving it an experimental squeeze. It has you rolling your hips again, swallowing Xavier's moan as you lick into his mouth. The hand not palming at your breasts comes down to rest on your hip, leaving them there as he lets you control the pace of your grinding hips.

"Think you can cum like this?" Xavier says as he pulls away from your lips, dropping his hand from your chest to join the other on your waist. He starts guiding your movements that have become sloppy in your gaze of pleasure. You nod, biting your bottom lip as your pussy clench's around nothing, "Yeah? You gonna cum for me pretty girl?"

You nod again, hips moving at a desperate pace, the slide of you bodies made easier by you arousal that has soaked through your panties and all over the front of Xavier's pants. You can't keep in the stream of moans that pass your lips, chasing your orgasm. Tucking your head into his shoulder, your nails claw at his back move above him.

You're on the precipice of the end, can feel it taking over every finer of your body. Xavier helps you through it all, whispering praises in your ear, broken up by kisses to the side of your head.

"C'mon, already got my pants soaked. Wanna see how much of a mess you can make me," Xavier urges, matching you thrust for thrust. You lean back, trusting that he hand hold you up with the arms wrapped around your waist.

The newfound space between your bodies let's you see just how wet you've made the two of you. The dark maroon of his pants have become nearly black from where your cunt has been rubbing up on him, a mixture of your arousal and his pre. His pants are so wet that you can see the outline of his cock almost perfectly, looking long and perfect and like it would fill you up 'till you could feel him in your throat.

"You see how good you look rubbing up against me?" Xavier taunts, fingers turning bruising as you both start to speed up, "gonna cum in those cute pink panties without me even touching you."

Nodding along to his words, you drag your nails up his back to pull at the hairs at the nape of his neck. His reaction is immediate, eyes squeezing shut while he moans long and low in his throat. Xavier's hips stutter underneath you before going still, the grip on his waist turning painful. You barely notice that he's stoped moving, continuing to grind on him until your cuming hard, moan caught high in your throat and thighs clamping around Xavier's legs.

Face hot and panting for breath, you force open your eyes that you didn't even notice you had closed. Xavier has his eyes screwed shut, but in a way that seems like it's done out of pain than pleasure. You quickly let go of his hair, thinking you had pulled it to hard and hurt him. You smooth you hands over the back of his head, hoping to soothe any pain.

Xavier shakily inhales, pulling you back into him. You stop him with a hand to his chest before he can press the two of you together, your other hand coming down to pull at the band of his underwear.

"What're you doing?" Xavier says, voice rough, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist. It's loose enough for you to pull free of, but firm enough to keep you from pulling at his waistband anymore.

"Want you to cum too," you say, dipping foreword to mouth at his neck. You can feel his answering moan against you lips, sucking a mark that won't even do justice to the amount you know litter yours.

"I, uh," Xavier swears under his breath, letting go of your hand to anxiously push his hair back, "shit, don't laugh, okay?"

"Why would I laugh?"

At first you don't think he's going to tell you what's going on. He just stares at you dejectedly, eyes darting away from your face to stare down at his destroyed pants, "I already came."

"That's okay. Don't know if you noticed, but I came pretty hard and I've still got my panties on," you say, a smile on your face. It pulls a tiny smile from Xavier, and his hunched shoulders start to loosen, "Really, I don't care. Honestly, it's really fucking hot that you came in your pants for me."

All tension seems to leave his body, the small smile on his face blooming into a beautifully large one, "Yeah? Think it was good enough to go on a date with me next weekend?"

You feel giddy with excitement, smiling wide as you cup his cheeks. You can feel as his smile somehow grows wider, and you can't help the excited giggle that escapes you.

"Hell yeah."

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