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lskisms · 8 months

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You asked for ghost requests?

I got an idea for Phantom cause from the clips I've seen. He's like a high-energy puppy.

Relaxing with his partner after a concert, and he's sleepy as he comes down from the high of performing or he still has unspent energy leftover. So two options: soft sleepy smexy times or doing it to release the rest of his energy. Feel free to choose either one.

can attest to the puppy energy !! he was all over the stage in austin and it was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen actually i was giggling at the barricade like a little schoolgirl

anyways bc phantom is SOOOO my baby why not both

sleepy and soft.

say he comes back to the hotel room and once he’s freshly showered, he’s got you in his arms, relaxed in bed and chatting about anything that comes to mind. the adrenaline, all that octane, has burned through him and smothered itself out, but still, he has this urgent need to feel you entirely. he kisses you soft and slow, pressing you back into the plush pillows. when he moves to kiss you neck, little fangs dragging lightning across your skin, you try to tell him he just showered, so he shouldn’t work up another sweat. he doesn’t listen to you, of course, just nips at the junction between your shoulder and neck, the soft skin pricking hotly, and whispers that he needs you.

and because you’ve always been weak to him, you let him shimmy you out of your pajamas and take you as he pleases. his hips roll against yours deliciously, agonizingly slow, but each press of his cock against that spot inside you that only he knows how to get to makes it worth it. his mouth is everywhere, muttering praises into your skin and swallowing up each noise of yours that dares to rise abovea soft moan. he makes sure you come first, as he always does, and his release follows just seconds after. his body eases into yours, skin against skin, breaths mingling between you. he refuses to pull out of you for quite sometime, but you don't complain (you never complain) because he fills you in ways undescribable, an otherworldly feeling of completion.

but he is thoroughly exhausted, sleepiness settling heavy into his very bones. he does get up eventually to clean you up and redress you, but each motion is slow-going, syrupy and languid and perfect. he takes you into his arms again the second he's back in bed, whispers of love confessions falling on deaf ears as you let the remnants of his warmth inside you lull you to sleep.

pent-up.

he doesn't bother to shed his clothes or shower first, doesn't even bother to kick off his shoes. the second he sees you in the hotel room, he's getting himself out of the offending mask and sealing you in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue and spit. it's a way you have him often, messy and fumbling, but that always drives the experience of letting him have you from perfect to life-altering.

he barely gets himself out of his boots, his pants, or even you out of your own clothes, soaked with the sweat of yourself and the people you'd been with in the pit that night, crushed against the barricade. he gets you on all fours on the bed and slips inside without much of a fight, his cock straining against the slick of your walls. the pace he sets is brutal and it has you keening loudly; you're certain you'll have a noise complaint before he's even halfway decided to be done using you tonight.

his hands press bruises into your skin, claws digging deep into the plush of everywhere he can reach. the bite of each pinprick has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, a delicious haze filling your head until all you can think of is his name and the earth-shattering way his hips drive into your ass. he pulls you up by the back of your neck, tongue sliding against the shell of your ear as he asks you who your body belongs to, who gets to use it as they please (it's yours, phantom. all yours, comes your reply, each syllable broken and stuttered). and when he's content with your answers, he pushes you down into the mattress, his hand pressing your back into a perfect arch just for him.

he overstimulates you, focused on nobody's pleasure, just on getting that livewire of energy out of himself. you're lucky he doesn't make you count how many times you come because you lose count after three. and when his rutting finally comes to an end, it's almost as agonizing to not have him inside of you as it is for him to keep fucking you. you're so limp and foggy that it makes him giggle hazily himself, proud to have been the progenitor of your undoing.

he'll do it again after the next concert too, he tells you, so don't worry your pretty little head. he knows how much you adore being brainless for him and it'd be awfully despicable of him to deny you that pleasure.

#phantom x reader #phantom ghoul x reader #ghost x reader #the band ghost x reader #the band ghost smut #phantom smut #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul smut #.thebandghost #.phantom #.smut #.drabble

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vigilvntes · 2 years

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Idk it this is how I'm supposed to request hc but. Hcs for Bruce when his s/o wears his clothes?

he just makes me so grrrrrr. slight nsfw in these hcs but nothing too graphic!

okay so i just know this man has like, 0 experience with relationships, so the first reaction to his s/o wearing his clothes or asking to wear his clothes would probably be visible and very obvious confusion.

like OKAY. he probably notices that you wear his clothes when he comes back in the morning from a night in the streets and finds you tucked up in his bed all cozy wearing one of his old, oversized shirts (maybe one that he'd worn earlier in the evening) and he'd be like ??? why ??? and also like. you look so fucking cute and it makes him melt but also why are you wearing the shirt he's been wearing for two days straight that has a very obvious hole in it ??? but i don't think he'd say anything about it.

so you keep stealing his shirts. like when he showers, you steal his worn shirt to wear to bed. when he goes out at night you raid his drawers and take his biggest, comfiest shirt and sometimes a pair of his sweats bc they're warm and comfy and they smell like him. it probably gets to the point where he takes his clothes off and just . hands them to you straight away. he's still confused bc like . why would you want to wear his old ass, sweaty shirts but like. whatever. it makes you happy and you look really cute swamped in his huge shirts so he's not gonna complain??

i feel like one day curiosity would definitely get the better of him and he'd have to ask why. like if you get out of the shower and immediately raid his wardrobe looking for the biggest, comfiest shirt you can find he'd just be like "why do you do that" rly softly from the bed and you'd be like huh??? and he'd be like "well you have clothes and pyjamas and if you want big comfy shirts i can buy you some of your own and—" and you'd just have to stop him right there. bc you don't want big, comfy shirts of your own you want his shirts and his sweats bc they smell like him and you miss him when he's out and it comforts you

he'd probably just die on the spot. like then and there. he's a poor baby meow meow who blames himself for a lot of shit that's happened/is happening and like. he pretty much pushes anyone and everyone away but not you and he knows that you love him but hearing that you miss him when he's out and you want to feel close with him always would just make him :') like he'd go WEAK and it'd kinda scares him because he tries so hard to not be weak but man. MAN.

he'd probably just respond with "oh" though. like he wouldn't say any of that shit to you or make it obvious that he's having heart palpitations and his knees are fucking weak.

catch him secretly buying more comfy shirts and sweatpants and hoodies

if he thought you looked cute in his clothes before you're downright irresistible after he figures out why you do it. i think it'd make him more needy and handsy maybe even a little possessive. like he'd always want to be touching you, grabbing your waist or your hips over his shirt, slipping his hand under the shirt you're wearing and resting it on your stomach. no one else is around because he never fucking has anyone at the tower he's antisocial ok so it's not like he has anything to prove to anyone but he just loves knowing that you're his and you want to be his

also like. fucking you while you're wearing his shirt would send him fucking feral. but he'd also be kinda soft abt it.

okay so he's out on the streets and he's been missing you all night, constantly distracted by thoughts of you in his bed wearing his shirt, his hands on your clothed hips and his cock stuffed inside of you and. man. he'd probably come home early. you'd be sleeping, and he'd watch you for a little while from the doorway before cleaning himself up. when he gets into bed, you're roused from your sleep because you know that familiar dip in the bed and you'd grab him instantly and he'd be all over you 👀

y'all would have the best sleepy morning sex. one hand on your hip and the other gripping on to the neckline of his shirt. he'd bury his face into your neck, nipping and sucking on your neck, leaving marks while he fucks you gently. then he'd pull you into his arms, slip his hand up his your shirt and stroke your back gently until you drift off to sleep again.

sometimes he'd just fuck you into the mattress while you're wearing his clothes, mumbling into your ear that you belong to him and he belongs to you and begging you to repeat it back to him :')

also like. you'd wear other random pieces of his clothing. like his sunglasses or that huge leather jacket he wears when he goes out at night. like if he's in the batcave and it's super cold but you wanna join him you'll grab the jacket and go sit with him and he'll think it's the cutest thing ever because it's big on him so you're practically drowning in it. and the sunglasses,,,if it's a bright day and you wanna go lounge in front of a window you'll grab his sunglasses but you end up falling asleep and he walks in to find you asleep with his sunnies halfway down your nose he'd be so <<<333333333333

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne fluff #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanon #bruce wayne hc #bruce wayne hcs #batman x reader #batman x you #batman imagine #batman hc #batman headcanon #bruce wayne #batman #the batman #everyone be quiet liz is speaking #battinson x reader #battinson

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elibeeline · 3 years

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Tomorrow has a shower morning and I cannot wait to use my own shampoo and conditioner and actually smell good and play music while I'm in there 🥰

#also good toothpaste here #my dad had this shitty whitening one that didn't make me feel clean the way my sensitivity one does #and the towels here are slightly bigger so I feel more comfortable walking to my bedroom from the bathroom #so I don't feel like my ass is hanging out or anything #and I won't feel guity about how often I let myself shower!!!#i pushed myself for one over the six days I was there bc it's not a shower morning if it's not my own home otherwise it doesn't feel good #but it also doesn't feel good to have grease and sweat dripping off you for three days so I had enough of that #and dad didn't have a mirror over the sink so I couldn't wash my face properly #i did have my wipes in case but it still felt bad #and I can't shower at night bc 1) bedhead in the morning is bad and 2) people are in bed by the time I want to shower so I feel guilty #but yeah I finally get to have a good shower tomorrow morning!!!! cannot wait

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smh-yoon · 2 years

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Serenity ✰ Takashi Morinozuka

a/n: hey lol it's been a very long time since i've been active on tumblr. i guess that's just bc i've used wattpad forever. there has been some changes with my content, and i've deleted the rm dictionary series with the hybrid au. i just don't know if i'm comfortable writing that kind of stuff, and i'm also hesitant to keep writing to for real people. but anyways, here is a cute little blurb about takashi since ohshc has been on my mind lately. let me know if you want me to bring the hybrid series back bc i still have some drafts. enjoy!

genre: romance, fluff

pairing: takashi x fem! reader

warnings: none

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takashi was not the type of person to be easily read. he was stoic, quiet and definitely not the most sociable person in the room. he would live under the shadow of mitsukuni at school, and he was fine with that.

but here, in his dojo, he felt the most alive he had ever been. the new component he had been facing made his heart race and his adrenaline spike every single time he got into the stance to spar with her. she was an amazing fighter, but he was too.

every time they went against each other she found some way to impress him. it was unintentional, she was simply using her knowledge and her skills against him but he nonetheless found himself breathless after every move. she was precise, impeccable with every kick, punch, sweep and strike of her body.

today was no different.

so far they had always ended a session in a tie, in a stalemate between the two, relentless and too stubborn to give up. the sensei always had to interfere, but it didn't stop them from doing it the exact same every time.

a foot hit his side and he stepped back quickly, shaking his head to get his focus under control before she struck again.

sweat was dripping down her forehead, a fierce look on her face as she continued to advance towards him. he was bracing himself for whatever she was about to do, observing her movements with every second as he tried to read her next move. when she noticed the trailing of his eyes she ignored the knots that began to twist in her stomach.

he attacked first, going in for a strike to her stomach and she grabbed his arm, dodging his other arm that reached out and flexing her body to raise her foot to his face. his free hand grabbed the sole of her foot and pushed her backwards, and she landed on the floor.

before she could get up, he was towering over her and pinning her arms down, counting aloud to three.

when he was finished, he stood and offered his hand out to help her up. she took it, stepping back and bowing to her opponent as he did the same. she tried to push back the feeling of her heart beating in her chest as he left to grab a towel.

she made her way over to the bench sidelining the mat and glanced at the clock. they had sparred for nearly an hour, and she was two hours past the time her parents wanted her time. it was almost nine pm. takashi began walking towards her, taking a few drinks of his own water bottle until her reached her. "we should clean up."

agreeing, she stood and grabbed her things, packing them into her bag and then beginning to sweep the mat while takashi packed his own things and began to clean the mirrors.

by the time they had finished, she would say they both desperately needed a shower.

she went to her phone with the intention of calling her chauffeur, but found only that the battery had died. the memory of waking up with it off the charger all night passed through her mind and she sighed, trying to prepare herself to ask to use takashi's phone to call someone.

"takashi," he hummed, turning towards her and slipping his bag over his shoulder. "do you mind if i use your phone? mine died, and i need to call for a ride."

a small smile rose on his face and he shook his head. "i'll take you home."

he stepped closer and suddenly she was hyper-aware of the proximity between the two of them. his frame was taller than hers, wider since he was more muscular than her as well. after a moment she realized he was waiting for her response, and she just nodded her head and followed him out of the dojo.

she had no idea that he drove himself. in fact, she didn't know as much about him as she thought.

there were a lot of things she knew: his tendency to run his hands through his hair, the habit of using the end of his shirt to wipe his face and accidentally flashing her, that he would do his schoolwork when others were sparring to keep his grades up. and that in his own way, he was a little bit of a flirt.

"can you tell me the way?" he turned the key and started the car, looking over to her. all he got in return was a hesitant nod and he was quiet for a few moments, keeping the car parked.

"do you want to go home?"

this surprised her. was she so easy to read? she said nothing, but he began to pull out of the parking lot and drove the opposite direction of where he would've gone to drive her home. the music in the background was soft, along with the muffled hum of the engine and the occasional ticking of a turn signal.

soon he had pulled up to a small park, deserted and quiet with very little of the city light shining through. he got out of the car, going to the other side and opening the door for her, taking her hand and looking down at her sweetly.

"come on."

he began to lead her towards the park, headed towards a hill peaking over small bundles of trees dispersed over the land. he sat down, leading her to sit next to him and laying down against the cool grass.

the silence filled the air for several moments between them, only accompanied by the murmuring of the city.

"this is where i come to get away." she turned her head to look at him, his eyes closed and his head resting on the back of his arm peacefully. he was calm, serene and seemed much more beautiful under the dim light of the stars.

he turned and met her gaze and she sat up to lean on her forearm, leaning just over his face.

as she leaned down, her hair fell around them like a screen separating them from the night, and his hand rose to caress the skin of her cheek. the sweet kiss lasting no more than a few moments, she pulled away and laid back down onto the grass.

this would not be their only rendezvous, and this world would become their own.

#takashi morinozuka #ouran fanfic #ouran high school host club #ohshc #takashi morinozuka x reader #tamaki suoh #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #mitsukuni haninozuka #haruhi fujioka #fanfic #kyoya ootori #ouran tamaki #ouran hikaru #ouran kaoru #ouran kyoya #ouran honey #ouran mori

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taemoanchi · 4 years

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Brother’s best friend.

"Yah kookie! You guys are disgusting" you said. Only for him to roll his eyes at your comment.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Rating girls depending on how pretty their face is, is just disgusting. imagine me rating you guys." After you said that Jimin and jungkook looked at each other before they started laughing like crazy lunatic's.

Jimin smirked at you and asked "exactly how innocent are you y/n?"

You raised your eyebrows and gave him a confusing look. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook finally stopped laughing. "Sis, we're rating their ass and ti-"

"YAH!!!" You screamed and covered your ears.

you're not actually THAT innocent but hearing your brother say that makes you cringe.

Jungkook started laughing once again while Jimin smirked at me. What's up with him?

"That's even worse" they both ignored you after that and went back to swiping on their phones.

You sighed and walked out of the living room but not before hearing Jimin say "that's a straight up ten."

"Dude!"

"What? She has a nice ass."

Can someone please remind you why you have a crush on him?

After about 20 minutes of sitting alone in the kitchen you heard someone walk in.

"You know... I've always wanted to do this thing"

You turned around to see Jimin leaning against the door frame, looking straight into you eyes.

"What thing? Acting like an adult? Cuz that'll make you 10 times more attractive" you said and turned your back towards him.

"So you think I'm attractive hmm?"

"W-What no! I didn't s-" you got cut off by his lips pressed against your exposed neck.

You sucked in a breath not knowing what to do.

"You know what I've been fantasizing about lately "

"Uh, n-No" goddamnit y/n get your shit together.

"What it would be like fucking my best friend's sister" he whispered seductively in my ear.

SAY WHATTTTTTT

"I-" you got cut off once again by Jimin turning your chair around and smashing his lips against yours.

God? Is this a dream?

You couldn't move Bcs of how shocked you were. Until you finally realized what was happening.

You pushed him alway and jumped up from your chair "are you crazy Jimin?"

"Yes. I've always been crazy about you but since you're my best friend's sister I tried to keep my hands to myself. But lately I've been jerking off while thinking about how deliciously your lips would feel around me and I just can't help myself anymore y/n. I need you."

You stood there, hands on his shoulders to keep distance between the both of you. Eyes wide out of shock because of what he just told you. Not able to move and too scared to say anything.

"Y/n.. please let me have you."

"J-Jimin we cant.. jungkook is-" "in the shower and after that he was going to FaceTime his girlfriend.. we're alone"

"We really can't Jimin"

"Don't you want me y/n?"

"Wha-"

"I've caught you looking at me a lot, staring at my lips while I'm talking to your brother, pressing your thighs against each other every time I wink at you.. I know you want me babygirl"

You started breathing louder as he took your wrists and walked you backwards until your back hit a wall.

Damn you stupid wall.

He pushed your hands above your head and lowered his head so he could whisper in your ear.

"Just say yes and I'm all yours"

He started licking, biting and kissing your neck.

His hands roaming around your body.

"Babygirl..say it"

Your head started spinning. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the thoughts of him fucking you. While still Questioning if this was a good idea. But at the end of the day, your brother was dating your friend so why the fuck not.

"I need you Jimin."

He didn't waste a second to pick you up and carried you to the kitchen table, softly putting you down. Your body now taking full control as you let your hands run up his arms into his silver hair.

Jimin's hands sliding under your T-shirt to unhook your bra. He let go off you and took a step back.

"Strip" he said while pulling off his own t shirt.

You stared at him in awe, his perfectly toned abs right in front of you, making you drool at the sight.

He narrowed his eyes at you in a dominant way making you gulp. "Did I stutter sweetheart?"

"Huh?"

"I said. Strip."

Your eyes widened at his demanding tone, jumping off from the table to undress yourself to the point where you only had your panties covering you.

"So perfect... on your knees"

You got down on your knees waiting for what's coming next. Not that it was hard to guess by seeing him stand in front of you unbuckling his pants and pulling them down to his ankles.

"You know what to do babygirl" he said while smirking down at you.

Your hand started shaking due how nervous you were. But no matter what, You were gonna suck his dick like you never sucked a dick before.

You pulled his boxers down and gulped at the sight of his dick.

How the fuck is that ever gonna fit?

Don't be a pussy now y/n..

You took his dick in you hands and started teasing him with little kitten licks on his tip. Making him groan. "Don't tease"

He grabbed your hair and pushed his dick all the way down your throat without any warning. He threw his head back at the feeling of finally having your mouth around him.

You of course trying to gasp for air as he fucked your mouth. Feeling tears form in your eyes.

Jimin silently moaned and cursed before letting go of your hair and pulling you back up to lay down on the table.

"My turn" he said and ripped your panties down your legs before putting them over his shoulders, he looked up at you with his sexy smirk once again "you ready baby?"

"Ye- oh my fuck!" He didn't give you time to respond properly as his tongue was already doing his work.

His tongue teasing your clit while pushing 2 fingers slowly inside of you.

You started moaning louder not giving a shit if jungkook might hear you.

He started humming against your clit and moving his fingers inside of you making your legs shake. You tried to close your legs only to fail because of jimin's hand that pushed them back open.

You felt something building up inside of you, knowing you're going to cum any second now.

"J-Jimin... I'm- fuck"

He started moving his fingers faster "cum for me babygirl" he hummed against you. Vibrations being send through you body, pushing you over the edge. Not even 10 seconds later you saw white before your eyes and came on his tongue and fingers.

"Jimin fuck!!!" You yelled.

He took his fingers out off you and licked them clean while looking into your eyes. What a sight.

"You might want to be quieter for what's coming next, we don't want our precious kookie to walk in right?"

You rolled your eyes and said "I don't care"

"Oh really?" He stood up and hovered over your small body giving you a soft kiss on your lips. "Then neither do I."

Without any warning he pushed his dick all the way inside of you making you gasp for air once again. He didn't move for a while, letting you adjust to his size while placing sweet kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

You moved your arms around him, running your hand over his back down to his ass.

Damn.. ji-booty thicc as fuck.

"Are you really touching my ass right now?" He asked while chuckling.

"Guys are not the only ones who like touching someone's ass." You laughed.

But you didn't laugh that long when he started pounding inside of you without any warning. What's with him doing everything without warning me? LET A GIRL BREATHE PLEASE!

By now you were one sweaty, moaning mess.

He pushed himself up and softly wrapped his hand around your throat while his other arm pulled your leg from around his waist and placed it over his shoulder.

His head thrown backwards, his lips wide open with moans and curse words leaving them. Small Sweat drops glistering on his forehead.

The sight of him alone could make any girl cum.

He kept thrusting faster and deeper inside of you. Making you scream out his name.

"Found it" he groaned and kept hitting that same spot over and over again. Driving you crazy.

You arched you back while pulling your hair, screaming out his name.

Making Jimin wild. Seeing you all fucked and messy underneath him.

"Fucking hell you're tight" he huffed. You teased him by clenching around him making him hiss. He tightened his hand that was still around your throat and looked at you with a daring look in his eyes.

"Don't"

"S-sorr- ah Jimin I'm gonna -" "me too babygirl, me too."

After a few more thrusts You released your second orgasm making you see stars.. literally.

Jimin pulled out and took a step back, signaling you to get off and sit on your knees in front of him. So.. you did.

You sat in front of him on your knees, your hands placed on his thighs to keep yourself up as he pushed his dick inside of your mouth.

He grabbed your hair and started fucking your throat at a fast pace, until he finally came inside of your mouth moaning your name while he did.

You swallowed every last drop while looking into his eyes.

"Fuck you're perfect" he bend down and kissed your lips in a way that made your heart melt.

"Let's get dressed now before jungkook comes downstairs"

You both got dressed right in time, just as you sat back down on the chair jungkook walked inside of the kitchen.

He looked at you and Jimin with a suspicious look. "What were you guys doing? I heard screams"

Jimin cleared his throat and said "I was teasing her about earlier"

Jungkook laughed " shes really is too innocent"

Jimin smirked at you "yeah, she is"

You gave him an innocent smile and turned around to leave the room. "Goodnight guys"

"Goodnight sis"

"Night babygirl"

I smiled to myself when I heard a slap "YAH! Wtf did you just call my sister?"

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#bts #writing #fanfiction #park jimin #jimin x reader #jimin smut #kpop #wattpad #1st post #one shot #jungkook

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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Oh wow what you wrote was great! Could you also do the first one? I don't really care who sjsjsjsks

👀 I see you, Anon. I see you. I had no idea who to write this for… so I went with Jesse and Vrox again bc they’d have more kinky-typed sex so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “there need to be more trans guys who are tops in fiction,” I, an enormous fucking bottom, say… jk I’m verse but you know what I mean X’D

send me nsfw things for my OCs pleeeeeease :P

below the cuuutttttt~ 😏

“I… fucking hate you,” Vrox panted into the crook of Jesse’s neck.

“Really?” Jesse twisted his hand and Vrox moaned, his breath hitting hot onto Jesse’s sensitive skin. “Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

“Make me fucking cum already, you dick,” Vrox snarled. He sat back and Jesse thought he had never looked so beautiful: hair wildly mussed and falling in his eyes, a bead of sweat tracing down the curve of his neck, his lips still tasting of Jesse’s slick, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed as if he was going to come undone just from meeting Jesse’s eyes.

Jesse hummed, rubbed his thumb thoughtfully over the head of Vrox’s cock, felt the demon tremble in his lap like he could barely keep himself upright. “Don’t talk back like that, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Vrox growled, a purely animal sound deep in his chest that would have made anyone else run the other way. Jesse just met his eyes with the little smile he knew drove him wild.

Vrox exhaled explosively. “What do you want from me?”

“Like you don’t know.”

“I’m not going to submit to you.”

“Mmmhm.”

“Oh, shut your mouth,” he muttered, and captured that mouth in a kiss.

Jesse knew what he was doing, trying to weaken his resolve, but god if he couldn’t resist a kiss like this. So deep it stole the breath from his lungs, Vrox’s tongue finding its way past his lips to meet his own, Vrox’s hands reaching up to tangle in his curls and draw him closer… Vrox’s hips thrusting up as he tried to sneak stimulation Jesse hadn’t permitted.

Jesse rolled his eyes and squeezed him, forcing Vrox to break the kiss with an embarrassingly high gasp. “Jess, what the f-”

“Listen, honey,” Jesse said kindly. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh. Take it or leave it and stay awake all night trying to jerk off under the sheets without my knowing. Because I will know.”

Vrox’s face flushed an even darker red. “Jesse-”

“What’s it gonna be?”

“I-” he stuttered and stopped as Jesse started stroking him again, gently. As much as Jesse was laying down the law, he did love this: Vrox’s silken hardness in his hand, seeing him shake himself apart right in front of Jesse’s eyes from the pleasure Jesse gave him. If only he wasn’t such a stubborn bastard.

“Jesse…”

“Yes?”

“Please.”

Jesse could see what it cost his boyfriend’s dignity to even say that, but he wasn’t letting up. He leaned up, pressed his lips hard to Vrox’s and tasted the demon’s groan. “Go on,” he whispered in between kisses. “You want it? Take it.”

“Jess-” Vrox groaned. “Fine. Fine, just-”

Jesse ignored him, kissing down his neck. He stopped below a scar that probably would have taken a human’s life and bit it. Vrox’s hips, spiting their owner, ground involuntarily against Jesse’s thigh.

“Jesse. Father, help me… you’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

Jesse laved the red mark he’d made with his tongue and set to work sucking another one just below Vrox’s jaw. “You know you’re torturing yourself, right?” he asked, rather conversationally. “I’m not doing anything.” He flicked his tongue against the lobe of Vrox’s ear and felt Vrox’s cock twitch against his leg, so he started to suck it into his mouth.

“Fuck you,” Vrox managed to get out, but then he caved with a groan. His hips rutted one, twice up against Jesse’s leg, reluctant to set a steady pace.

Jesse grabbed his ass, encouraged him to grind harder, setting a steadier pattern. Vrox was gasping within seconds, the material of Jess’s shorts was so rough against his oversensitive cock. Jesse had been winding him up for hours now, on and off, until Vrox snapped and attacked him, practically dragging him into the bedroom.

“That’s it,” Jesse murmured. He knew that Vrox’s ego would be bruised and all he wanted was for him to feel safe, comfortable. “That’s it, baby, take your pleasure, come on…”

Vrox whined in Jesse’s ear, high and needy, and hid his face back against his shoulder, the arrogance and aggressiveness melting away as the pleasure built in him. His hips rocked unsteadily, quivering under Jesse’s hands.

Jesse kissed just under his ear. “I’ve got you, baby. Come on, cum for me, be good for me.”

Vrox shuddered, ground hard onto Jesse’s thigh and cried out as he came. His hips jerked in short little thrusts, painting the bottom of Jesse’s shirt and the bands of his shorts a sticky white mess. After a moment, most of his weight fell onto Jesse, only keeping enough on himself that he wouldn’t hurt him or tip them off.

“Still hate you,” Vrox mumbled, his head cradled on Jesse’s shoulder.

Jesse stroked his hair comfortingly, smiling. “I know,” he said, then pressed a kiss to the side of Vrox’s head and disentangled himself. “I’m going to go clean myself up. You wanna call for dinner?”

Vrox made a noise of agreement, so Jesse headed for the bathroom, stripping as he went only when out of sight. God, he was dripping. He’d already cum, but seeing Vrox like that… The moment he stepped into the shower, his hand was slipping between his legs. He just hoped he’d be able to keep quiet.

#too much information about the Matt #Anon gets me lmao #smut #my writing #my OCs #Jesse #Vrox #again sorry for any typos oof

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iiiiii feel like this is tew tew much. it's just so much happened to shake up my state of being in the past 36 hours. it's like i had a relaxing spa day & then while on the way home i got pulled over & then somebody rear ended the cop car...just really random.

so big rona has definitely shifted things for the greater good more than likely. i had finally found my rhythm with this new version of life. and then BOOM. "oops, i did it again" plays in this very jordan peale kinda way in the background of my circling, cycling thoughts. i felt myself slowing down with my practice of good thoughts so i got more active with trying to stay up. if i had to be home to be safe, then i'm gonna make the muhfuggin most of it! i'm going to act more than i think when it comes to creating, i'm being more honest, less shy, ya know? just getting good practice at being the me i felt i deserved. i eerily here the universe saying, " ahhhh yeah, reverse back to me, draw two, skip you, skip you, uno out!!" lol, what i mean is that something is testing me to see if i can get comfortable quickly to make my practice become more of a natural talent.

wow, i think i just gave myself the y'all i needed to break the negative cycle. but i'll still tell ya what happened.

anyway.

i'm just chilling & quarantining. water, fruit, cookies, water & wine in rotation. bouncing between different world and disney princesses. having a blast! & jamming to rih rih in the background. i hear this bubbling / gurgling sound. it really sounded like somebody was flushing the biggest shit ever in the apt above me. so i'm wining & dining myself to forget about it. the next morning, someone knocks on my door, i think it's the mail peeps bc i've been ordering so much shit, but they knock again so ik it wasn't them. now, i dont really wear pants so i scrambled & just wrapped my blanket around my waist bc that second knock scared me lol. so an old yt dude is there & says, "hey, i'm your neighbor. how's your plumbing? any problems?" (dafuq?) "nah, it's making some noise but that's it." he says, "oh really? my shower blew up & there's water in the hallway, are you sure?" i'm like, niggah whaaaaaaat?! "no sir no sir, that's wild." he calls management & maintenance so they can get on this. main man of maintence, da homie aka older black man, knocks on my door. again, i needed to put on pants, but i chose sweats this time. they say the plumbers are on the way, don't use the potty or sinks or washers for a bit. ooook, i can manage that...usually, but this time my stomach was like OK YOU THOUGHT! so i went to a friends & then management sends an alert to all tenants that they're working on plumbing issues on the first floor bc there was water in my neighbors, shit in the gym & hallway! like whew! but i'm like ok, i saw then working before i left so that's fine i spend the night at my friends, no biggie.

the next morning, i get a call from management. and it's her cell number bc i have the office saved. she says, "hey can you not stay at home for a bit? they're gonna tearing down the walls in the hallway & y'all can't be there. so if you need a hotel, lmk." i'm like 😳☹️, WTF. ok ok, let me see if i can make arrangements i'll get back to you. i call my mom & tells me to ask what hotel & then get it....that made me hellllla nervous. so i text her, naturally.

so i rush home to clean, pack & get shit out👏🏽the👏🏽way👏🏽!!

that took 2.5 hours because so many negative outcomes filled my spinning head. i just tried to put everting on a higher piece of furniture. so nothing is really on the floor. i really hope it works if anything crazy happens. so then i leave to go pick up an order from my friend. i got us some emanadas! when i finally got there, everything set in because my dad finally called me back and i gave him the scoop. shit was wild! & i ended up needing a hug, several actually. but i relaxed down. then when i started to get up so i could dip, i started spinning negative possibilities and the fact that i cant cook anymore lol. all the groceries i bought...dead. & i forgot soap lol. so i had to go back. when i did, i saw ripped up base boards and carpet in the hallway. stickered up walls to mark where the pipes are & hell fans blowing super cold air. oh yeah, the door was closed to the hallway...i aint even realize that that was possible, lol. so i grabbed my stuff & dipped to finally check in the hotel. that was tiring. i finally got down & comfy in the bed...& it set in. that could be the last time i see my place, lol. it feels dramatic but it could happen. idk. but since it's out of my control, i'm letting go & taking care of what i was able to grab.

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Yaaassss! NSFW request

@han-pan THANK YOU FOR MAKING THE ONLY NON-SLBP REQUEST I GOT. Kenichiro is my Okko bias please send them my way!! Btw I’m reading Kakeru’s route right now and I want to slap him lmao

skin to skin

Summary: Separation leads to desperation. [Kenichiro/MC, NSFW, 1662 words, title from Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman]

He slowed down his thrusts, making her whimper and rake her nails down his back in frustration.

He had been away on a business trip for nearly three weeks, and the timezone difference had prevented them from speaking much. His plane had landed in the afternoon, and after dropping his luggage off and taking a shower, he had headed straight to office. The sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife the moment their eyes met, only to dissipate in an instant at the sound of Natsume clearing his throat pointedly.

She had come up to him, smiling shyly, cheeks pink from Natsume’s teasing amusement. He brushed his fingers against her wrist lightly in return. He wished he could do more, but the other employees were coming over to welcome him back, chattering away cheerfully.

Later in the evening, he had spotted her on the way back from the storage room, arms full of files. He couldn’t resist. Pulling her into a nearby deserted meeting room, he grabbed the files from her and dumped them in a haphazard pile on the table. Before he could step closer to her, she was already pressing against him of her own volition, her arms winding around his neck. She kissed him fervently. He put one arm around her waist and placed his other hand on the back of her head, refusing to let her back away.

“Mm- Kenichiro, we’re still at work!” She murmured reproachfully. He loosened his grip and smirked down at her.

“Fine words from someone who attacked me.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively. She swatted at his shoulder, shaking her head vigorously in protest.

“You pulled me in here!”

“Well, I wasn’t the one who started the kissing,” he chuckled, burying his face in her hair. He breathed in the familiar smell of her floral shampoo, savouring it.

“Uh, still, what if someone sees? We can’t go any further, this is the office!” She avoided meeting his eyes.

“…then let’s just go home,” he breathed into her ear, making her squirm. It wasn’t that late yet, but it was certainly past official work hours. She didn’t reply verbally, but he felt her nod.

They started making out the moment Kenichiro’s apartment door closed behind them, clumsily kicking off their shoes and dropping their bags on the floor. They stumbled over to the couch together, her hands tugging at his tie while he pulled her hair tie off, fluffing her hair out. He loved making her disheveled. His girl always looked so trim and calm and perfectly put-together, and he liked ruining it. Her messy hair, smudged lipstick, crumpled clothes - it was all because of him, and him alone.

They stripped each other impatiently, craving the sensation of bare skin on skin. There was a time for taking things slow and savouring the experience, but this wasn’t it. He teased at her breasts while she ran her hands all over him, making her way down his body. Her fingers closed around his cock and he sucked in a deep breath, shuddering as she began to pump.

“Kenichiro…” she looked up at him flirtatiously, fluttering her eyelashes. He groaned. He was a complete sucker for that look, and she knew it.

“Mmm… Someone’s eager today.” He slipped a hand in between her legs. She was already slick, and probably had been since their kiss at the office. He rubbed around her entrance teasingly. She squirmed in protest and retaliated by letting go of him.

“Well, if you don’t want to-” He interrupted her with a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue into her coy, sulky mouth and pushing two fingers into her simultaneously. She whimpered, wrapping her legs loosely around his waist as he pushed her down onto the couch.

“I do, you know I do, of course,” he released her with one last nip at her lower lip, admiring her kiss-swollen mouth. He left a trail of kisses from her ear down to her jaw and neck. Red marks bloomed at this places he sucked and worried at with his teeth, and he eyed them appreciatively. Nothing that wouldn’t fade by morning, but still intensely satisfying.

She spat into her hand and gripped his cock again, jerking him faster this time. He couldn’t resist thrusting into her hand, but tried to concentrate on stretching her around his fingers.

“This is going to be over really soon if you keep doing that,” he groaned, nuzzling his face into the valley between her breasts and inhaling. He could smell a slight hint of her body soap, her perfume, and sweat- sweat that she was working up because of him. A sense of primal satisfaction surged through him.

“Then come on, let’s do it already, I’m ready,” she gritted her teeth, holding back her moans as he withdrew his fingers and began toying with her clit. She tried to twitch away from him, but he had her pinned firmly. He looked down at her, admiring the flushed smoothness of her skin and the defenceless way she sprawled beneath him.

“So that’s how you want it today, huh?” He certainly wasn’t going to protest. He pushed her legs wider, pinning her hands above her head with his other hand. He thrust into her in one quick movement, and she squealed.

He fucked her, hips pumping rapidly. She felt so good around him, clenching tight around him reflexively. The dry spell of the past three weeks had him on the edge already, primed and raring to go. But he didn’t want to come so quickly, not when he hadn’t satisfied her yet. He slowed down his thrusts, making them long and deep.

She cried out in protest, scratching hard at his back. Caught up in the moment, he barely felt any pain, but there would probably be some nice nail marks to admire the next morning.

“Don’t tease me, Kenichiro, please!” She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him towards her, kissing him desperately. Her tongue flickered out and toyed with his. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down towards her, arching up to press her breasts against his chest. She whined and rubbed against him, needy.

“You know I can’t deny you when you’re acting like that.” Raising his body, he pulled out and flipped her over quickly, enjoying her anxious cry of protest. He settled her on her hands and knees as she panted for air. “Let me take care of you.”

He draped himself flush over her back, maximising skin contact. He fucked her just the way she liked, steady and strong and deep. Her cries of encouragement only fuelled his desire further. When she was teetering on the edge, he rubbed her clit, whispering for her to come on his cock, to come for him, and she did, screaming. He groaned as she tightened around him, and before she had even finished coming, she was on her back again.

She shuddered in overstimulation, sensitive as he thrust into her hard and fast, intent on chasing his own orgasm. She didn’t mind.

“You always feel so good, Kenichiro,” she sighed sweetly into his ear. He groaned at her praise, biting down on her shoulder as he spilled into her. He lay on top of her, limp and content as she kissed his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, then finally his lips.

“I missed you so much. I love you,” she whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder. It was hardly the first time she had said it, but he always felt an answering rush of love well up in him when she did.

“I love you, too,” he replied. He rubbed his cheek against hers affectionately.

“Now, carry me to bed.” She laughed, and he smiled.

—

He was rudely awoken by her shaking his shoulder and patting at his cheeks urgently.

“Oh my God, we’re late, we’re late, wake up!” She barely paused to make sure that his eyes were open before she was off the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. He rubbed his eyes, yawning, before the weight of her exclamation sank in. Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, he winced. They were definitely already late.

He raced through his morning routine, using the bathroom and brushing his teeth, until he was interrupted by a shriek. She was rummaging through the drawers desperately.

“Where’s my underwear?! I changed clothes here the last time I came, there should be at least one pair!” She looked horrified, searching the drawer designated for her use again and again, as though it would magically turn up. He frowned. She straightened up and turned towards him, an identical frown furrowing her brow.

“Did you… not do the laundry before you went off?”

He winced. It was possible that he hadn’t. Actually, he definitely hadn’t. Seeing the guilt on his face, she flew at him, pounding his shoulder.

“I don’t have any underwear! What am I going to do!?”

“Um… Buy some?” He lowered his eyebrows apologetically, catching her fists in his palms. She glowered at him.

“We’re already late, we don’t have time to stop and buy them!”

“Then… Go without?” He suggested brightly. Her jaw dropped.

“That- I can’t possibly do that! Plus I’m wearing a dress today!” She flushed, but he couldn’t tell if it was out of outrage or embarrassment.

“You could think of it as punishment for me? You can walk around all day without your panties, and I’ll have to watch you and know exactly what’s going on, but I won’t be able to touch you…” His lips curled in a mischievous smirk. He was much older than her, but he couldn’t control himself around her, and honestly, he didn’t really want to. She brought out aspects of him that he never wanted to show to anyone else.

She swatted at him again, huffing in protest.

#office lover 2 #ol2 #ol2 kenichiro #sometimes i write stuff #follower appreciation #GOD WHERE ARE THE OKKO FICS #WHERE ARE THE OKKO FANS #REVEAL YOURSELVES!!!

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