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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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Soft, romantic and drunk bf Yoongi waking you up by going down on you when he gets in late after a night of drink (with OT7/ after suchwita/ whatever) in which he could not stop thinking about you and your pussy.

I can even give inspo: tu mbl r.co m/poutyniall/714256286018142208/tongue-technology

yeah hey hi hello thanks for sending this. after only receiving PG requests this really sent me into a spiral.

crescendo

pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used, but gendered terms are used for genitalia) genre: established relationship au; smut, fluff warnings: alcohol, swearing, yoongi is tipsy and just a horny pining disaster, previously discussed and consenting somnophilia, oral sex, unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1k listen to: middle of the night by elley duhé

Amongst his group of friends, Yoongi is the only one who gets like this when he’s drunk.

Some people regress and act half their age (Seokjn). Some people are overly-affectionate and stumble over compliments (Jimin). Some people try to pick philosophical debates over the point at which bread ceases to be bread and becomes toast (Namjoon). Some people bypass the philosophical entirely and go straight to the conspiratorial (Taehyung). Some people take one sip and slump over in the booth, moaning that they’re half-dead (Hoseok). Finally, some people don’t even bother to show up, because they’re too busy staying home and playing Overwatch to check their texts (Jungkook).

Yoongi, though—Yoongi gets horny.

The kind of horny that has him looking away each time someone’s tongue darts out to catch a stray drop of alcohol. The kind of horny that has him doing complex mathematical equations in his head to determine if he could conceivably lock himself in a bathroom stall and get it out of his system before anyone becomes suspicious. The kind of horny that has him sending you half-legible text messages under the table, detailing every dirty thing he wants to do to you, despite the fact you told him hours ago you were going to shower and go to sleep.

Fuck. He needs to get out of here.

“Aw, look at Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin teases, and everyone except Hoseok creates a chorus of laughter. Yoongi’s cheeks burn, made worse by the garish yellow-red lights of this bar. “I can’t decide if I should be jealous or concerned.”

Namjoon scoffs. “Why would you be concerned, Jimin-ah? Sex is a normal, beautiful thing, and it’s absolute bullshit that people use it as a point of shame—”

“Yeah, okay, that’s my cue,” Seokjin says around a fake gag. “Who had the tab tonight? Just send me a request—”

“You had the tab, you fucker—”

Seokjin hears none of it. Just says, “Mm, bye,” and then he’s gone. Which is Yoongi’s cue too, because he’s the second-oldest and therefore second in command, and the rest of them won’t even hesitate to stick him with the bill because it happens every single time it’s Seokjin’s turn to pay.

So he lies. Says, “Hyung will pay it in a minute. Gotta piss first,” and stumbles out the back.

He’ll hear about it later, if not from his four dongsaengs then certainly his ancestors, but he needs to be home. Needs to feel you spread out beneath him—your sleep-warmed skin, still soft from your shower, the scent of your body wash stubbornly clinging on. Needs to press his lips to every inch of it. Needs the smell and taste of you overwhelming him. Needs to hear all those little sounds you make.

The longer this taxi ride drags on, the more paranoid he becomes. Can the driver tell how fucked up he is in his backseat? Can he see the way Yoongi’s fingers are gripping the worn leather? How desperately he’s trying to keep quiet every time something explicit plays in his memory? He’d understand, Yoongi thinks; he’d understand if he knew you, saw you. He wouldn’t be able to blame Yoongi at all.

Seoul passes by in a blur, all neon reds and blues and whites. Everything is still so alive, even at this god-forsaken hour, and it makes him dizzy. Has his head spinning. He’s drunk and he’s horny and he just wants to be next to you.

Somehow, he manages to dig his phone out of his pocket despite how tight they’ve grown over the last hour. Goes straight to his texts, pointedly ignores all the ones in the groupchat yelling at him and Seokjin, and presses on your name. He’s less drunk now than he was before, but the messages still don’t make sense. Yoongi groans, throws his head back against the seat. Next time he’s just going to skip the bullshit and send you pictures. No use speaking in tongues when hieroglyphics could work much better.

The next five minutes play out like this: the taxi stops outside your building, Yoongi hands over a stack of money that’s undoubtedly too thick, he stumbles up the steps two at a time, so close yet still too far away.

And then there’s the door.

“This okay, baby?”

A nip of teeth at the junction of your thigh. Hands gripping at your waist, fingers dimpling your skin. Warm breath ghosting over your wet cunt. Yoongi’s head between your thighs as he kneels on the bed. You’re unsure if you’re conscious or not, but as you tangle your hands in Yoongi’s soft hair, you decide it doesn’t matter.

So you nod, angle your hips closer to Yoongi’s face. A whisper-soft gasp when he presses a kiss to your thigh, one to your clit; a strangled moan when you feel him smile against you before flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up your slit.

“Fuck,” he groans, doing it again, pulling away only long enough to say, “thought about this pussy all fucking night. You taste so good.”

Yoongi indulges in your body the way other people indulge in vices: incessantly, obsessively. But you aren’t a vice, are you? You’re not something to be ashamed of; not something wicked. As Yoongi continues working you over with his mouth, so sloppy and overeager you can feel it dampening the sheets beneath you, it feels like reverence.

It isn’t long before the heat starts simmering in your belly. Not long before everything starts feeling overwhelming; before your visions starts blurring at the edges. “Yoong, I’m—”

He hums against your core. Sucks hard once at your clit, and then you’re tumbling over the edge. “Goddamn, I love you,” Yoongi says into your skin. “That’s it, give it to me, baby, I love you.”

It feels predestined.

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verysium · 5 months

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This is such crack brain fart idea 😶

What if some blue lock boys ask the reader what brand her shoes (or something dumb like that) over text and reader sent them a voice message on text and it’s just:

“Hi baby, okay so the brand is—- *insert car accident noises*”

Have you seen those TikToks???

If you do this request, it can be any blue lock boys you want

HELPPP i saw something similar on hinge, and i was hunched over the side of my bed laughing for like 20 minutes. in general, i don't think pranks with any of the bllk boys would go well (unless you wanted to be punted like a football, american-style) but i'm taking a risk today, so here you go:

sae sees through your bullshit in a peloponnesian minute. he has morning practice, three interviews, and a daily nap to get to, so what makes you think he has time for you to fake a car accident? leaves you on read. (brutal, i know.)

rin is mildly concerned, but he's too smart to fall for whatever prank you have planned. he'd probably reply with a sarcastic, dry ass response or a deadpan emoji. refuses to talk to you for the rest of the day because what if you actually got into a car accident? he would lose all sanity. tbh he can't stand it when people make light of serious situations even if it's just a lighthearted joke.

kaiser is petty. he sends you an official funeral invite titled "in loving memory of y/n." he personally designed it in photoshop and even added those tacky glitter rose GIF animations on the front. coincidentally, everyone in your immediate circle also happened to receive the same mass email chain with those invites, so you had to explain to your family, friends, and co-workers that (1) you did not in fact die in a car accident and (2) your funeral is not set for the 15th. (you never played a prank on michael again.)

isagi freaks out. he's calling 911/119, whatever emergency service there is. immediately calls you and nearly breaks down in fear of losing you. when you tell him it was merely a prank, he laughs in relief but internally he's cursing you out with every colorful name in existence.

ness is isagi but even more high-strung. there is no time to call the ambulance in his mind. he's already thundering down the highway looking for the evidence of your car wreck. calls you and screams ballistically into the speaker: "WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU?" so yeah....don't ever play a prank on ness. it's for your sake, not his.

shidou takes you up one notch and sends a picture of himself in the emergency room with a cast on his leg and an IV drip. this spawn of satan took your message literally and decided to copy you and got into a real car accident. so now you have to take time off work and sign the hospital discharge papers because he listed you as his sole emergency contact.

nagi doesn't give a shit. he's already chronically online, and reo's played pranks on him before. probably texts you an "ok" and then tells you he's run out of toilet paper again, so you need to stop by the store to buy some.

reo matches your energy. he replies with: oh yeah, i've heard of that brand. it's the—*insert sound of trucks colliding and screeches across asphalt* you both had a good laugh after.

ok that's all i have for now. this is going to reach a very niche demographic, but you're welcome.

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bachissidehoe · 4 months

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“I already have a girlfriend, so stop asking me.”

“Oh you do? Congratulations Itoshi! Who is it?”

“Who is it Rin?”

“Who’s the lucky girl Rin?”

A bother. Rin thought saying something like that would get those damn reporters off his back. Why do they care so much if he has a girlfriend or not? He doesn’t even want one. But somehow not having one is worse than having one.

It may be best just to continue with the charade. Maybe having an actual real person to be his girlfriend would make them stop asking stupid fucking questions.

“Her.” He points to someone, a pretty girl he’s seen quite a few times. He knows her as a journalist for the Blue Lock organization, but he never cared to learn her name.

Seemingly, Rin’s charade worked. The reporters left him alone after that, finally allowing him to exist in peace.

However, Rin was not prepared for the aftermath of articles being sent to him, a meeting with his coach where he was considerably reprimanded, and a barrage of texts and calls from more reporters trying to get the latest gossip on the most famous striker in the world’s new relationship with a hot older journalist.

So he finds himself in her office the next day, his head down as she too reprimands him for involving her in this in the first place.

“That being said, it would make my ex jealous.” She states, leaning back in her office chair as if she’s a principal scolding a student.

And then the charade deepened, drawing new fans to the soccer scene who were just dying to obsess over a player x journalist fantasy romance story. Suddenly Rin realized he had caused the exact opposite of what he wanted, and now he has more reporters on his ass than ever. Who would have guessed that having a relationship would be worse for him than not having a relationship?

“You have to at least look like you want to be around me. People are wondering if we got in a fight.” She crosses her arms over her chest, looking at a picture from a newly released article on the two of them. Rin stands at least 4 feet away from her, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his gaze directed toward the ground.

“I went out with you. That’s not enough?” Rin rolls his eyes.

“No! We have to also look like we’re in a relationship!” She raises her voice, but drops it again when she realizes she may have been too harsh. “Just, you know, hold my hand or something.”

The normally expressionless striker suddenly finds himself beat red with his eyes wide. “Y-yeah. I get it.”

His fake girlfriend stares him down, refusing to let the short display of emotion pass them by. “Rin, have you ever done anything with a girl at all?”

“No.” He answers honestly.

“Ah, I see.”

That’s when she realized she’ll be taking the lead on this “relationship”. She finds herself both planning and coaching Rin through their “dates” and other public appearances, doing her best to prepare him for any questions they may be asked.

Maybe she’s taking this too seriously, but now they’re too deep to suddenly back out. She just has to go with it, wait at least a few months until she can announce a “breakup”. Hopefully then, that’ll be the end of it.

“I just want to let you know, it’s looking like at some point someone will ask you to kiss me for the camera.” She says, drawing her conclusion after reading the latest scoop on the two of them.

“I’ll just say no.”

“You’d refuse to kiss the girl you’re in love with?”

Rin pauses. “Hmph.” He understands his predicament.

“I figured we could just practice here, you know, since you’ve never done it before. That way you’re prepared.” She finds her cheeks growing redder, trying not to let the bottled up feelings from the last couple weeks get to her at a time like this.

It’s the same for Rin, who looks to the floor, the ceiling, and anywhere else besides her pretty eyes. Kissing her may be all it takes for him to acknowledge that maybe this isn’t as fake as he thought.

“Yeah. I guess that’s fine.” He finally answers.

So she balls her fists together, forcing herself to be mature about a measly kiss. “Look at me.”

He looks up with his eyes, though doesn’t raise his head.

So she lifts his head with her finger, just enough to bring it at an angle where she can meet his lips. He’s much taller than her, after all.

“Okay, just, close your eyes.” She whispers, they’re close enough now where she can hear his heart thumping and every short breath that escapes his slightly parted mouth.

Rin obliges, handing control over to his fake girlfriend, leaving his hands resting at his sides. He doesn’t know exactly what to do with them.

And she kisses him, just a lingering, closed-mouth peck. Her lips are so soft and warm, much different than kissing her cheek like he’s been doing for pictures. Even though it’s short, Rin can feel her hot breaths against his face.

“That was pretty good. There’s not much to it.” She says quietly, finding herself unable to move her hand away from its position under his chin.

“Hm.” Rin responds, his gaze still focused on the floor.

“Do you need to try again?” She asks, wondering if his lack of expression is due to him just not getting it.

“No.” He answers flatly.

“Oh.” His answer confuses her. Did he not like it? “Why not?” She can’t help but ask.

“I feel like I won’t want to stop.”

Continued in Part 2.

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drudyslut · 4 months

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— summary: you attend a party that Rafe invites you to and things take a bad turn but Rafe is there to help you.

— pairing: football star!rafe cameron x cheerleader!reader

— warnings: alcohol consumption, sloppy drunk!reader, rafe takes care of you, mentions of sexual harassment (not from rafe), almost smut but it doesn’t get that far.

part one

It was Saturday night, and you were sitting in front of your mirror getting ready for the party Rafe had invited you to.

“And you’re sure about this? I mean.. I thought you didn’t like him?” Your roommate, Jessica, says. She’s sat on your bed, legs crossed as she watches you intently.

“I don’t like him, but he seems nice enough, and it’s our first college party! It should be fun, yeah?”

Jessica just nods her head slowly, still unsure but ultimately agreeing, “Okay. Okay fine! But any signs of trouble we’re out of there right?”

You look up at her through your mirror, giving a small smile, “Yes, we’ll leave at the first sign of trouble, but he said it’s nothing crazy, so it should be fine”

“Nothing crazy huh?” Jessica says, a frown on her face when the two of you pull up to the house.

There were people everyone, crowding the front yard all the way into the house. The sound of music blaring from inside filled your ears, and you started to second guess the entire idea.

You quickly grab your phone from the cup holder in your car, pulling up Rafe’s contact and sending him a text to let him know you were here. Hopefully he’d see it and come rushing to your side, not that you needed him, but it’d be nice to at least know one other person here.

Your phone vibrates, signaling a response from Rafe and you quickly open it.

Cameron: Hey! I’ll be right out there

You sigh, locking your phone and turning the key, shutting your engine off. You quickly open your door, stepping out into the chilly fall air and inhaling deeply.

Jessica rounds the car, standing beside you and wrapping her arms around herself as the two of you wait on Rafe to make his appearance. You glance around the yard, taking in all the drunk college students. You feel yourself begin to get slightly nervous but before you have any time to dwell on it, Rafe��s voice makes you snap your head in his direction.

“Hey! You made it!” He says, a wide grin on his face as he slings an arm around your shoulders.

You give him a small smile, “Yeah, I- I thought you said this wasn’t going to be anything big?”

He chuckles, letting his head roll to the side with the cutest little apologetic expression you’d ever seen, “Yeaaaah, sorry bout this, Brax went a little overboard with inviting people. He’s twenty-one today, so he decided we needed a shit ton of people in our house”

You snap your head in his direction, narrowing your eyes at him, “Y-Your house?” You ask, unsure why it was so surprising to you that he lived off campus.

“Yeah, me and a few of the guys from the team live here” He responds with a smile.

You open your mouth to speak, but Jessica clearing her throat makes you close it quickly. You’d completely forgotten she was there.

“Oh shit, Rafe, this is my roommate, Jessica”

Jessica gives her best fake smile, holding her hand out for him to take. He removes his arm from your shoulders, firmly grasping her hand and shaking it, “Nice to meet you” He says softly, “So, should we go inside?”

You smile up at him, his blue eyes sparkling as he stares down at you, “Yeah, lead the way!”

Rafe nods, turning on his heel to make his way inside the house. You move to follow him but are quickly stopped by Jess grabbing your wrist, “Y/N, i’m not sure about this”

“It’ll be fine, Jess! Stop worrying so much”

Jessica scoffs, “For someone who ‘doesn’t like him’ you sure are trying really hard to be around him. I mean, c’mon, this party isn’t you”

You roll your eyes at her, annoyed that she was trying to control you, or whatever it was she was doing, “Jess, stop! I don’t like him, he’s just a friend! Now are you coming or not?”

She lets your wrist go, looking behind you and staring at Rafe who was stood on the stairs, watching the interaction unfold, a concerned look on his face.

“I- Whatever. Lets go, your boy toy is waiting”

You roll your eyes at her and quickly turn on your heels, rushing to Rafe’s side again. He holds his hand out for you, which you gladly take and let him pull you inside.

The house was filled with people, hot bodies crowding the length of the living room, girls and guys drunkenly dancing around the room. Rafe pulls you into the kitchen, Jessica following closely behind.

“So what’re you ladies drinking?”

You release his hand, taking a step toward the counter and grabbing a bottle of vodka. Rafe laughs lightly, “Going straight into it, I like it”

He grabs two shot glasses off the counter and rinses them thoroughly in the sink before sitting them down and grabbing the bottle from your hands. He pours even amounts of the clear liquid into the small glasses and hands you one first before turning to Jess and offering her the second one.

She purses her lips into a thin line, holding her hand up to decline, “No thanks, someone has to get her home tonight”

Rafe chuckles, nodding his head, “I respect it”

He turns to face you again, and you give him a small smile, “I’ll take one with you” He says.

“Okay, one the count of three?”

“One, Two, Three” He counts down, clashing his glass with yours before the two of you down the harsh liquid. You shudder as it goes down, the burn making your stomach do flips, your face turned into a look of disgust.

“Ah fuck, I forgot how bad that shit is”

Rafe can’t contain the laugh he lets out, his arm finding your waist and pulling you into his side. You feel your stomach drop, butterflies erupting from his touch. “You don’t like him, he’s just a friend, it’s just the alcohol hitting you fast, thats all” You say in your head, trying to remind yourself that this was nothing.

“Want something that goes down easier?” Rafe asks, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Nah, let’s do some more shots, I haven’t been drunk in so long, I need to let loose tonight”

You hear Jessica scoff from behind you, but you ignore her. You weren’t going to let her ruin your night, and she wasn’t your mother, you were allowed to have some fun.

“You got it, princess” Rafe says, making your heart skip a beat at the nickname.

He grabs the bottle again, carefully pouring each of you another shot. You both down the liquid quickly, the burn not letting up just yet. Rafe is about to pour you another when a few guys approach the three of you.

“Cameron! We’ve been looking for you. We’ve got ne-” The unknown boy cuts himself off, his eyes traveling the length of your body, causing Rafe to tighten his grip on your waist. “And who is she?”

“This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Josh, Braxton, and Jackson”

You give them a small smile, waving your hand at the three boys in front of you, “Hey, nice to meet you. I’m assuming you’re the birthday boy?” You say, pointing toward Braxton.

He smiles widely, “The one and only. Braxton Underwood, pleasure”

You extend your hand out for him to shake, but he softly grasps your hand and brings it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on the skin and making Rafe shift uncomfortably.

Rafe clears his throat, “Alright, we’ll find you guys later”

The three guys laugh and nod their heads. You watch as they disappear into the crowd of people, the one Rafe introduced as Josh turning and throwing a wink your way before he disappears into the sea of bodies.

“Sorry about them” Rafe says. He removes his arm from around your waist, and turns toward the counter, pouring the two of you another shot and handing you your glass.

The two of you down the shots fast, and you’re starting to feel the effects of the liquor hit you hard, “It’s okay, they were nice!”

Rafe smiles, placing his arm around your waist again and pulling you into his side. You surprisingly find yourself wrapping an arm around him as well and resting your head on his chest.

“You wanna be my partner for beer pong? That’s why they came up to me, i’m supposed to play with Jackson, but i’d rather play with you.. If you’re down”

You lift your head slightly, “Yeah sure. I can’t guarantee i’ll be any good though”

Rafe chuckles, “I’m sure you’ll be great, let’s go”

A few hours pass, and you’re super drunk at this point. You and Rafe had carried the beer pong table for two hours before he got bored and decided he wanted to move on, so the two of you had made your way onto the back porch.

You were sat in his lap, giggling and running your hand through his hair as he rubbed small circles on your thigh. You noticed earlier in the night all the dirty looks you were being given by other girls, but you didn’t care, you were enjoying yourself, and enjoying Rafe’s company.

“I-I have to- to use the restroom” You slur out.

“Want me to help you inside? You’re a little drunk” Rafe asks, a slightly concerned look on his face as he watches you push yourself from his lap and begin stumbling toward the door.

“I-I’m o-okay! I’ll be right b-back”

He nods his head, but his eyes never leave your body as you stumble inside and toward the hallway that leads to the bathroom.

Jackson approaches Rafe when you disappear and plops down onto the chair beside him, “Dude, she’s so fucking sexy”

Rafe rolls his eyes, taking a sip from his beer and nodding his head, “Dude, really?”

“What? She is! You tryna swoop in on that or can some of us try?”

“Was that a serious question, Jax? Obviously i’m into her”

Jackson holds his hands up in defense, “Alright alright, I got it. You might wanna tell that to Josh though, he’s been eyeing her all night”

Rafe snaps his head in his friends direction, eyes narrowed as he tries to take in what he’s just been told, “Josh needs to leave her the fuck alone”

Rafe’s mind begins racing, wondering what was taking you so long inside. He trusted his friends, they wouldn’t ever do anything stupid, would they?

He quickly stands from his spot and begins to make his way inside but a girl grabbing his wrist stops him.

“Where you going Cameron?” She asks, voice low and flirty as she bats her lashes up at him.

Rafe coughs uncomfortably, “Going to check on Y/N”

She rolls her eyes, “Oh. Her. Why are you with her? She’s so… Not the type of girl I see you with”

Rafe pulls himself from the girls grip, shaking his head and walking inside without another word to the girl. He hears her muttering curses under her breath but he doesn’t care, his main concern at the moment was you, and if you were okay.

He slowly makes his way down the small hallway, his head scanning the length of the hall as he searches for you. Once he reaches the bathroom, he softly knocks at the door, “Y/N! You okay?”

He hears a whimper from inside and tries turning the knob, but the door was locked. He jiggles the handle a few more times before knocking harshly, “Y/N! Open the door!”

He hears the low groan of a male and his body tenses, you couldn’t be doing anything with anyone else, could you? You were so drunk there’s no way you’d willingly just do something with anyone right now.

Rafe’s mind automatically goes to the worst, causing him to step back and kick the door in. His body goes tense, his fists balling up at his sides when he sees Josh, someone who was supposed to be his best friend, hands running up your shirt as you’re weakly trying to push him away from you.

“Josh! What the fuck? Get off of her!”

Josh chuckles darkly, pushing himself off of you and facing Rafe, “Calm down, Cameron. She’s fine! Right baby, you’re fine”

You mutter out a weak response, tears falling down your face as Josh just laughs. Rafe takes a long step toward the two of you, gripping Josh by the collar of his shirt and pulling him toward him, “You can either walk the fuck away, or I can kick your ass, your call”

Josh pushes Rafe off of him, an evil look on his face, “Whatever man, she’s never going to want you, just keep that in mind”

Rafe rolls his eyes, watching as Josh dips out of the bathroom. He makes sure he completely disappears before he softly shuts the door and rushes to your side. You had curled into yourself, back pressed against the wall and face buried in your knees as you sobbed.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay” Rafe says softly as he bends his knees and lowers himself. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on your back as he rubbed the length of your back with his fingers.

You flinch under his touch, making him pull back quickly. You lift your head, red, swollen tear filled eyes finding his soft blue ones. You instantly feel calm when you find his eyes, flinging yourself toward him.

He catches you in his arms, letting you wrap your arms tightly around his broad shoulders, face buried in the crook of his neck as you continued to cry silently.

“Th-Thank you! Thank you Rafe”

Rafe pulls you back, his hands laid on your shoulders as he scanned your face, “Hey, don’t thank me, Josh is a prick, and i’m so sorry”

You give him a small, weak smile, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you wanted to kiss him, wanted to show him how thankful you were for saving you from Josh taking things any further.

You slowly lean your head in, lips brushing his softly, but he pulls back, his blue eyes finding yours again. “You- You’re drunk”

“Not anymore. That was enough to sober me up real quick. Kiss me, please”

Rafe exhales deeply, letting his head fall. You run your fingers through his messy hair, making him lift his head again, “Are you sure?”

“Kiss me, Rafe. I’m sure”

“Fuck it” He breathes out. He leans his head forward, his lips capturing yours softly. The two of you move in sync, small moans falling from your lips when he runs his hands down your sides, fingertips tightly gripping at your sides.

He breaks the kiss, the sounds of both your heavy breathing filling the small room. You look up at him again, resting your hands on his chest. Your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it, “I- Thank you”

He gives you a small smile, “Don’t thank me. I’d do anything for you. Now, you wanna go to sleep? I’ll sleep on the couch once everyone leaves, you can have my bed”

You sigh, “I would, but I don’t want to put you on the couch, and i’m sure Jessica wants me home”

“She left a few hours ago.. She called an Uber. I don’t want you driving home, I promise it’s not a big deal, you can have my bed. Let’s go”

You hesitate but ultimately agree, taking his hand and letting him lead you to the end of the hall and into his room.

“This is all I really have for you to sleep in, hope that’s okay? I just don’t think you want to sleep in jeans…”

He tosses you an oversized T-Shirt which you gladly take. You undo the button on your jeans, making Rafe’s face turn red as he quickly turns his body so his back was facing you.

You giggle, stripping your jeans and cropped top from your body and sliding his shirt over your body, “You can turn around”

He quickly turns, a wide smile on his face when he sees you, “You look better in that than I do”

He takes two long strides toward you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you into his body. You let out a squeal when you feel his hands dig into your sides, lifting yourself on your toes, lips brushing against his again, “I’m sure that’s not true”

Rafe dips his head down, placing a soft and sensual kiss to your lips. You chase his lips, but he removes his hands from your waist and steps backward, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

He turns to walk out of his room but you stop him, “Can you- Can you stay with me tonight? Please?”

He smiles, turning back to face you and pulling his shirt over his head, “I thought you’d never ask”

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yeosatinyngz · 1 year

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I want a baby Pt. 1

↳Reader’s gender don’t matter, just heeheehaha scenarios | Pt. 2

➼A/N: I quickly wrote these so these dialogues are down right horrible so I’m sorry about that

#blue lock #blue lock imagines #blue lock scenarios #blue lock smau #blue lock texts #blue lock fake texts #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #yeosatinyngz

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cherriesformatt · 1 month

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Hi could I request Matt x reader

They are in their senior year of Highschool and it’s prom season.The reader is sad because she never had any romance in her life and dreams of a promposal.Matt really likes the reader and even though he doesn’t like bring attention to him he surprises the reader.

promposal || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

warnings: none, fluff!

word count: 1,1k

a/n: I hope you like it and I did not ruin the idea!

🍒

I came home and tossed my bag and car keys on the cubby.

"Hi! I'm home!" I yelled to check if anyone was back from work or in case of my brother from school.

Only echo answered me and I sight of relief because the last thing I wanted was to small talk with everyone how my day was.

I went to my room, stripped from my clothes and wrapped my body in white, fluffy robe. I took change of clothes, my phone and dragged my feet to my parents master bathroom. They had huge bath tube and my mom had all those fancy stuff from TikTok to make a relaxing bath.

I made myself one with lots of bubbles and got in. I didn’t put any bath bomb or candles because it would give me a headache. The only thing I did was putting music on from my phone on the speaker in the bathroom.

I hated today. And all of this week to be honest.

It was this time of the year again. Senior year to be specific. Thats why I hated it even more because it's the last time ever for that.

For prom.

Everyone including my best friends were proposed to go to prom by their boyfriends. In every cute way possible. I was only there to fake smile and be happy for them but also a little jealous. Because here is the thing.

I was always so focused on school and soccer that I never, ever let any boy near me. It is a miracle that my best friends are still my friends. I was single through all high school, never went on any date and when I rejected some boys no-one asked me again. Which brings us here, I also was never asked to go for a prom. This time it was a little sad because it is going to be my last prom.

"I hate myself" I said and made my body to go under hot water while Frank Ocean was playing in the room.

I stayed like that for a second but I heard my music stopped for a massage notification so I sat back up and took my phone from the ground next to the bath tube splashing some water on the floor.

I checked the massage and I was a little surprised. It was from Matt Sturniolo. I knew him because his brother Chris was dating my best friend Maggie. He sometimes drives us to parties or games. He and his triplet brothers played hockey and lacrosse in our school. They were pretty good. Nick also did our yearbook this year. Matt and I never really had any class together and beside knowing him as Chris's brother I didn't really spend time with him. He didn’t usually stay at parties after games and even if he did he spent time with his team mates I did with mine.

I smiled a little. Was he kind of asking me out? What should I do?

Wasn't I just complaining that nobody asked me out?

And I said yes.

What am I even going to wear? It’s march and it’s going to be cold on the beach.

I spend and hour in the bath and than I ate early dinner and started to get ready.

I did blow out on my hair and put a light make up on. I didn’t want to look like I care too much. I put some jeans on and a hoodie with white Air Force 1. They had blue flowers custom painted for me on them by one of my friends.

When I got a text massage from Matt that he is waiting outside a little before 7 I told my parents I’m leaving and took my purse and locked the door behind me.

He was leaning on his car and smiled when he saw me. He looked nice. We kinda matched the outfits. He also was wearing a hoodie and jeans and white air forces.

“Hi… it’s nice to see you not on the field next to mine” he said.

That’s true. We usually just had practice or a game next to each other.

“Same to you… you stole my outfit tho” I laughed as he opened car doors for me.

“I can live with matching your outfit” He smiled looking at me and he closed the doors and went to the driver seat.

We drove to the beach talking about everything and nothing. Mostly about sports and music and the midterms.

“We’re here let’s go?” He smiled when we parked.

I got out of the car and he came to me.

“Okay I know it will sound weird but can you close your eyes? And not peek?” Ha asked me.

He was nervous?

“Okay…. But if you want to kill me my dad is going to find you and probably kill your brother for accident” I said closing my eyes and sticking my hand out for him.

He giggled at what I said and toon my hand to lead me.

Sun was setting already so it is going to be dark soon. I’m not sure what we are doing here.

I heard some sounds as we were walking on the sand but mostly it was sound of the ocean.

“Okay I’m going to let go of your hand… don’t open your eyes just yet” he said.

He dropped my hand and I stand waiting for him to tell me to open my eyes. I heard some voices too.

What the hell is happening.

“Okay… you can open your eyes now” Matt said from somewhere in front of me.

I opened my eyes and they automatically widened.

There was some lanterns going up into the sky. Like I my favorite movie.

Tangled.

I looked at them and then down to see where they are coming from. Whole lacrosse and hockey team were putting them up.

There he was standing in the middle with a poster that said:

Light up my night at prom?

And there was a painting of the tower from the movie. It was beautiful. I bet Maggie did it.

Nobody ever did anything like that for me.

“Matt what the hell?” I said coming up to him I’m pretty sure I had tears in my eyes now.

“Sooo?” He looked at me unsure of my reaction.

“Of course..” I said looking at him and wiped my cheeks with my hoodies sleeve.

Whole teams started cheering and I laughed.

“How did you even know? That I like the movie…” I asked.

“Well I talked to Chris and Chris talked to Maggie and you know…” he scratched back of his neck.

“Gosh I feel like I could kiss you right now…” I whispered.

He smiled and put one of his hands on my cheek and the other one wondered on my back to pull me closer to him. He looked deep in my eyes looking for reassurance but I just connected our lips together.

It couldn’t get any better. The best promposal I could ask for.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

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natalievoncatte · 10 months

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“Careful with that! We have to assume everything here is dangerous.”

Lena would have preferred to be anywhere else. The last thing she wanted to occupy her afternoon was dealing with yet another reminder of her brother’s sprawling insanity. Every one of these weapons caches -he probably would have melodramatically called them “hideouts” or “secret bases”- was like a tombstone marking the grave of the only truly sincere, loving relationship she’d ever had in her life.

He hadn’t always been the slavering maniac with an incoherent obsession with killing a superhero. He’d been a protector and a benefactor, a chess opponent and a confidant, the only person in her life who presented an uncomplicated human connection, without any ulterior motives or conditions.

Everyone else wanted something from her. Money. Power. A competitive advantage. Technological secrets. Or just sex. Lena resented that most of all, the gray old men who saw nothing of her achievements or her intellect and regarded her as just another piece of ass with blue enough blood that they had to ask permission rather than simply grope.

Watching her crew load up the equipment in this sweltering heat made her physically ill, and she was glad she’d skipped breakfast. Kara would be upset if she knew.

She’s had to text Kara and let her know that she’d be out of the office and would have to skip their lunch plans. Kara was…

Kara was becoming a complication, because Kara was doing the one thing Lena wished she wouldn’t: She was giving Lena hope. She’d barreled into Lena’s life with an earnest intensity that had been bewildering at first and intriguing afterwards, with her insistence that they be friends, and constant reminders that they were friends, even as her eyes wandered to Lena’s cleavage or she unconsciously bit her lip and stared that smoldering stare just to look away at the last second.

Lena shook her head, clearing her thoughts of yet another Straight Best Friend taking her down that well-worn path of sapphic suffering. She had bigger fish to fry right now.

It was too bad that her relationship with Supergirl had been so chilly lately. It might have been easier to simply tip off the hero and the government agency she worked with and let them handle the clean up.

Lena was deep in reverie when one of the crates, a bulky reinforced one, dropped a good two feet from a forklift and the wood splintered as the locks burst free.

“Idiot!” Lena shouted at the driver. “This equipment is sensitive and potentially dangerous, and…”

“STARTUP SEQUENCE INITIATED.”

A metallic voice ground out of the crate and it shifted as something vast and bulky moved around inside. Lena stumbled back, glad she’d opted for a sensible set of flats for this, and turned to run.

A metallic claw crashed out of the crate, followed by an arm-mounted rotary cannon. The older model Lexosuit, one of the originals that Lex had planned to illegally smuggle out of the country in a fake theft scheme and sell to the Kasnians, stood up in its shaky, clanking way and took a few steps, shaking off planks and nylon straps the way a baby bird might shake off pieces of shell.

There was nowhere to go. The machine scanned the room, moving jerkily as it zeroed in on her.

Lex’s voice, a recording, boomed from its loudspeakers.

“Ah, dear sister, I see you’ve found another of my hidden fastnesses.”

You melodramatic-

“Oh well. I should thank you for setting off the security system. I won’t have to waste my precious time killing you myself. Au revoir, Lena!”

The suit spun its arm cannon and aimed at her. The barrels assembly made a half turn, the electric motor charging up as it cycled the first 32mm mass-reactive exploding shell into the chamber. Lex had once called it a masterpiece in the art of violating the Geneva Conventions. It was about to blow Lena inside out, and the subsequent shots reduce her to a the chunky consistency of a good bolognése.

But then there was a wind that was not a wind, and SHE was there.

Supergirl seized Lena with precision and grace, hands that could crush diamonds pressed just so over Lena’s ears to protect her from the roar of the guns. Lena wasn’t sure who screamed louder, her or Supergirl, as the revolving barrels ripped out their entire supply of ammunition in a few seconds, pummeling Supergirl’s back with explosions that could have shredded a tank, as the hero cradled Lena, sheltering her with her superhuman body.

When the hellstorm was over, the machine charged at them.

Supergirl did scream now, and fell upon the machine in a berserk rage. Lena had seen her in a fight before and knew she could be terrible to behold, but this was different. The empty suit was struck with such unending fury that she reduced it to shreds of metal and oil-spitting chunks of machinery in moments, spreading it halfway across the floor of warehouse.

When Supergirl rounded on her, Lena’s heart skipped. The hero’s chest was heaving, straining at the crest on her chest even as the bunching muscles on her arms and stomach pulled at the material, her perfect hair swirling around as she turned, that angelic face marred by a streak of oil and a sheen of sweat.

How dare she just look like that. It was incredibly unfair.

Before Lena knew it what was happening, Supergirl was lifting her into a heart-skipping bridal carry, pulling her much too close as she took off. On instinct, Lena pressed her eyes shut and buried her face in the Kryptonian’s neck, to hide from the heights.

Moments later they landed, and Supergirl threw Lena’s balcony door back and deposited her on her feet, leaving her stumbling back against her kitchen island in a daze. Supergirl stared at her, looming over Lena with the height difference increased by her stacked heels and Lena having lost her shoes at some point, so her stocking toes were left curling on the cold floor.

“That thing almost killed you,” Supergirl snapped. “If Is been a millisecond later you’d be dead.”

Her voice was tight with emotion, somewhere between anger, exasperation, and terror, and it felt like a fist closed in Lena’s chest.

“Are you sure you just weren’t there to make sure I wasn’t taking Lex’s old suit for a spin myself?” Lena spat, though her voice trembled. “You don’t seem to trust a thing I say lately. If I tell you the sky is blue you’ll go check.”

Supergirl’s face flushed and Lena braced for another booming, self righteous speech about trust or safety or the meaning of teamwork or some such heroic nonsense, but then her voice shattered into a million pieces and tears welled wet in her eyes.

“All I want is for you to be okay.”

A thousand thoughts danced in Lena’s mind. To ask her why, to defy her, to taunt her, to demand what exactly it was that made Lena so damned important that this woman was so intense about her safety one moment and so angry the next.

In the dance of all those thoughts, the more base instinct won out. Lena grabbed Supergirl by the neck of her suit, just below those delightful collarbones of hers, and used it as a handle to pull herself into a hard, aggressive kiss.

The world hung still for a moment, and Lena felt it all pivot around her. Something big was happening here. Something huge, something…

Something forgotten entirely as Supergirl’s tongue roughly claimed Lena’s mouth and her hands raked over Lena’s ass, dragging her skirt up.

Oh God, she thought, this is actually happening.

Lips pressed to her skin, the words burning hot into her flesh like an invocation.

“Is this okay?” Supergirl whispered.

“Yes,” Lena moaned, without hesitation.

To be continued…

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #steamy #spicy #adrenaline rushes do wild things #post-rescue lip locking #oh supergirl how can I ever repay you for saving me?

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paigeandsagesstuff · 6 days

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Damn You!

Song: “Roslyn” by Bon Iver & St. Vincent

POV: You’re a famous baker for the stars! After kissing your friend, Austin Butler, on New Year’s Eve, you ghosted him until he showed up at your shop.

Warning: Fingering, Oral (Female receiving), & P in V (Triple wrap it y’all!)

♡ Thank you for your support! ♡

Master List Babes💋

You.

You, who's been plaguing his mind since your sweet lips touched his on New Year's Eve. You made his New Year by how you smelled like sugar or something sweet. Like you always did. Austin couldn't bear to hear from you any longer, he couldn't stand you ghosting him anymore.

He sneaked into your bakery while your back was towards the door as you swept the floor.

"Y/N."

You jumped at the sudden voice of Austin, who stood there in damp clothes as his need to hold and kiss you fueled him. You pushed some of your H/C hair behind your ear as your fingers gripped the broom. Strands of hair fell onto your flushed cheeks while you met Austin's angry eyes that had a bit of hunger in them.

"Austin," you said, "what are you doing here?"

He walked up to you like a lion, and you were a deer in the forest. You were his prey that he wanted to devour. You backed away with every step Austin took, but chills hit your back when you hit the wooden walls. Austin was in front of you as you clenched onto the broom.

He could smell your sweet aroma, "Austin, what-?"

"Why have you been ghosting me since New Year's party?"

"I don't-."

Austin placed his hands on either side of you on the wall when you tried to walk away. You gasped and bite your lip.

"I can't, Austin," you said, "let's just let it go?"

"No," he said, "I need to know what you want, please?"

You stared into his deep blue eyes with your E/C. Flashbacks of you two met when his friends had your baked goods at their parties, and finally, directors had you create fake desserts for films. After being on the same sets and parties with him, you two started to chat, which became texting and being friends.

You didn't mean to grow feelings for him, but his smile or smirk, his eyes, and his personality made it easy for you to fall for him. But you hid it for two years until the latest New Year's Eve party in New York when you wore that tight F/C dress and had a nice buzz that made you brave to lock eyes with him when the ball dropped, and you strutted over to him and kissed him. You laughed after you did and said Happy New Year, but he pulled you in with confused eyes that had something you longed for. But you pulled away and went home.

The broom fell, and you held onto his button-up shirt, "Damn you."

Your lips clashed with his, and he stood there baffled but quickly kissed you back as his arms wrapped around your waist, making you press into him more.

You snaked your arms around his neck, making your body mold perfectly.

"I want you," Austin pulled out and breathed out, "can I?"

You felt your cheeks become warm, but you nodded. Your shop was already closed, but you moved away from him to lock the doors and turn off the lights. Your E/C met his sparkling blues when he reached out and held your hand. Austin pressed his lips to your knuckles and pulled his lips away as your breath was taken away from you.

You took his hand and pressed it to your chest, having him feel your heart beating. His eyes bore into yours, causing you to stir something within you that needed to be released.

"I love you, Austin.”

He smiled at you and reached up to cup your face, bringing his face close, "I love you too."

Austin kissed you again until you pulled away, so you could guide him up the steps to her apartment upstairs. There he kept touching your waist by placing his hands on your hips. You unlocked your door, and once inside you were up against it with your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Austin," you moaned but gasped and covered your mouth. Austin pulled your hand away with a smirk.

"No, keep making sounds like that baby."

You bite your lip, which he pulled away with his teeth and kissed you. You started to undress yourself and threw your shirt on the floor. Before you could reach for Austin's shirt, you two were on the bed. He pulled at your pants, and you were left in your undergarments.

"I can't be the only one in my panties," you teased with flushed cheeks, which almost made Austin rip off your panties and take them up.

He began to untie his tie and take off his suit. There he was left with only his boxers, he hovered above you and touched your body throughout. You bucked your hips, and you sat up to unhook your bra and tossed it to the side. You covered your breasts up and showed Austin. He looked at you in awe and kissed your chest as you laid back down. Austin pecked your nipples and went down your stomach and to your throbbing core.

You two shared a knowing look, and you nodded. He pulled your lace underwear down to reveal, smirking at the wet spot you had. You whimpered as he kissed your thighs, teasing you as he made his way to his designation.

"Please, Austin I—." You cut yourself off and arched your back, "Ahh!"

Austin licked your clit slowly, then started to lick and suck on it repeatedly. His two-fingered traced your lips and slowly entered your moist core. You grabbed his blonde hair as you moved your hips at the rhythm of him tasting you. You felt yourself start to approach an orgasm, but Austin stopped and only stared at you with a grin.

"Why did you stop?" You groaned, trying to catch your breath.

"I want to be inside you when you cum."

You blushed as he pulled his boxers down to reveal his thick and big member. You gaped at his size and wondered if that was going to fit in you.

"Do you still want this, Y/N?"

"Yes," you bite your lip.

Austin hovered over you and kissed you softly. He slowly entered you and stayed still as you gasped at your being stretched, but you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Please move," you clenched your teeth, gripping onto his hair. He did and when you dug your nails into his back, he started to thrust faster and faster. He caught your nipple in his mouth and you cried out in pleasure.

"Austin!"

Suddenly you're on top as Austin sits up and pulls you close. He moved your hips to show you and you caught on to the rhythm and began to do it yourself. You wrap your arms around his neck and bite it.

He wrapped his arms around your body and kissed your neck. You threw your head back.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me baby," He said while rubbing your clit. "Fuck!"

Together you two came and Austin fell back onto your bed. Stuck together by your guys' sweat, as you are on him with him still inside you.

"Austin," you breathed out.

He looked down with a smile and rubbed your back, "Yes?"

"I love you," you repeated.

Austin flipped you over, "Say it again."

You laughed, "I love you, I do!"

He kissed you, "I love you, too!"

Again, you two made love.

@purejasmine

#austin butler #austin butler gif #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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The Au(Yuus') bedrooms

Marine Biologist!Yuu

Has nautical theme on lock

If it's not blue it's not worth it.

Would live in a submarine

Smells like sea salt and lemon

Has a pet Dumbo Octopus named Florian.

Made imprints of the tweels hands in clay of their wall

Makes jewelry from shells, scales and teeth

Chef!Yuu

Just wants a place to cuddle when it's cold or rainy

Has warm milk and cookies while reat night night.

Smells like bread and fruit for some reason.

Cookbooks are scattered everywhere

The candles are fake because Yuu is scared of a fire starting

Keeps a diary under their pillow.

Immoral!Yuu

Making the change from their ancient style is like pulling teeth but Lilia managed.

It Is fea inspired and serves as Lilia's room as well. They are married.

You could sleep for a 1000 years here.

Smells like sage and camomile

Does this Yuu even sleep?

Silver seeks in to sleep in their bed.

The bookshelves are full of ancient texts (Yuu) and manga(lilia)

Maid! Yuu

French Country

It's fancy and clean

Laundry is done every few days.

Smells like lilac

The closet is full of cosplay and uniforms

Had to add a baby hammock for Cheka after babysitting so much.

Gardener!Yuu

The houseplants have taken over

It's humid sorry

Yuu is very pragmatic but a loves having pillow nests.

Makes pressed flower bookmarks at their desk.

The scent of mix herbs is everywhere

Special Forces!Yuu

Isn't into all that flashy decor

Rook asked them to hang something to lighten up the room. So a blank frame was put up.

There is a safe with weapons behind it. Don't guess the combination, it changes everyday.

Rook keeps getting in even though it is booby-trapped.

Do you want to know what's under the bed? You don't want to know what's under the bed.

Harpy!Yuu

Bald eagle nests are 4-6 feet wide but can be bigger.

OK IM JOKING! but they are still a bird.

They don't have a room as much as a nest.

The nest is a hanging bed that is moved all the time. Sometimes inside, sometimes outside.

They keep shiny things and hoards of blankets here.

The bed is waterproofed by magic.

Lined with feathers.

Yuu brings friends here to be used as substitute fledglings.

Tailor!Yuu

Well, they are Indian.

They like color

So...

They decorated it themselves and painted the walls

It's usually extremely messy with paper fabric and yarn everywhere.

The work desk can't even be used because of the clutter

Crewel's dog won't even go in except for their poodle, Georgette.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #chef!yuu #immoral!yuu #special forces!yuu #harpy!yuu #maid!yuu #marine biologist!yuu #gardener!yuu #tailor!yuu #rook hunt x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #lilia x reader #azul ashengrotto

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ryndicate · 1 year

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Dangerous Deeds ⨳ Hanagaki Takemitchi

Takemitchi shares with you that he's never had sex without a condom, so you decide to show him. But if your brother finds out, you're both dead.

notes: my first fic on this blog and I'm actually super nervous, hope you like it! Toman was formed at 18+

warnings: female reader, kinda infidelity, creampie, no dynamic but reader has the lead of things, heavy implications of a possessive relationship with big brother (implied incest)

By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult content and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI

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A knock on the front door interrupts your minor breakdown over which shirt you were going to pick to meet your date come to a half-thankful, half-annoyed halt.

You take one last look at the skirt you'd chosen, short and flowy, before grabbing randomly from the options spread over your bed and pulling it over your head as you pad down the hallway.

You know it's not him, because you told him explicitly that you'd meet him out.

A peek out the peephole gives you a clear view of fake blond and shining blue eyes, and you sigh as you undo the lock and pull the door open.

"Takemichi-kun?"

"Is Draken here? I gotta talk to him," the first division captain asks, giving you a smile and shy once over.

"He's out with Mikey I think."

"Is it cool if I wait for him? It's important."

Your smile turns pained. If he mentioned to your brother that you left while he was here, Ken might ask him where you went and that's the last thing you need. But if you turned him away, you'd get in trouble for being rude to one of the captains.

"Yeah, come in." Trying to hide your grimace, you back up to let him in and make your way down the hall. You send a text letting your date know that you might be a little late.

A message pings your phone as you pad into the kitchen and you pause to read it, a small genuine smile forming on your face.

You tap out a response, unaware of the shadow at your shoulder.

"Does Draken know about your boyfriend?" Takemichi asks curiously, reading over your shoulder.

You whirl on him, grabbing his face and shoving it away. He yelps as he stumbles back. "No! And you better not tell him, you hear me? Nii nii says it's not allowed."

"Nii nii?" Takemichi looks bewildered to hear the term, his cheeks pinking up the longer he looks at you. "I've never heard you call him that before."

You feel your face heat up at your mistake. "Don't, it's just a habit. I've called him that since I was little. He doesn't want me saying it around the others so I don't."

"It's really cute," he admits shyly.

"Shut up! That's exactly why he told me not to. Forget you heard it." You glare at him, doing your best to keep the petulance out of your tone. "Just wait in the living room. I don't know when but he'll come back at some point."

"Alright then."

You sigh as he ducks his head and shuffles back the way you told him. He's been here before so he knows where to go. You're trying not to feel bad for snapping at him. It's his fault anyways, he shouldn't have been so nosy.

Takemichi looks up in surprise when you flop down on the couch next to him, shoving a can of soda into his hand.

"What're you—"

"I'll sit with you 'til N— 'til Ken comes home. Don't make a big deal of it," you mumble, tucking your legs beneath you as you lean on the arm of the couch.

"Okay." He grins at you, and you sniff, turning away from him and hiding yourself in your phone again. Stupid brat.

You hear the tab hiss open and hide a smile, sending another text before turning on the TV to make things less awkward.

But one show turns into two, and you feel yourself getting antsy. Every now and then you hear him get a series of texts, feeling him glance at you repeatedly. It's hard not to wonder why he doesn't just call your brother.

You're conscious of his eyes on you as you get off the couch and disappear down the hallway.

The phone rings slowly as you stand by, leg bouncing impatiently, waiting for your brother to pick up. There's the telltale click as he picks up the phone but you don't give him the chance to talk.

"Nii nii, when are you coming home?"

"Huh?" He sounds distracted, and you can hear the sounds of shouts and chatter in the background.

"When are you coming home? There's—"

"It might be a bit. We're still finishing up."

"You don't know when?" There's no point in hiding the disappointment in your tone. Your brother will think it's because you miss him, and of course you do, but it also means that you'll have to sneak out tonight if you want to meet your boyfriend to avoid pesky questions of what you're up to. That's a task that's way harder than it sounds. As hard as it is to sneak out, you're an even worse liar, at least when it comes to Draken.

"'M sorry, it's one of those things where we won't know we're done 'til we're done, so I don't know tonight. Could be soon, could be late, 'K sis?" he sighs.

"Okay… at least let me know when you figure it out. Takemichi—"

"Oi, Draken! That your little sister? Let me say hi."

There's a chorus of laughter, muffling the sound of your brother growling and an aborted shout before you hear your brother give you a gruff goodbye and the line goes silent.

You stomp back into the living room, the blond's eyes tracking your movement.

"Ken's gonna be awhile," you inform him grumpily. "You might have better luck going out and looking for him."

"I'll wait just a little longer."

"Suit yourself."

Trying to cover your not so subtle sulking, you turn your attention back to the TV. It's not that you don't like Takemichi—it's just that with him here, you can't go anywhere. You've spent enough time with the first division captain to see why everyone likes him, even if you don't know him super well. Your brother talks highly of him at least, but teases him just as much. And it's always a good thing when your brother teases someone, it means he cares.

Another hour passes and you wonder how much longer his 'little longer' is going to be. You're starting to get bored.

"So, um…"

You turn hopefully to see blue eyes flash away from you just as quickly.

"So you've—Uh, I mean—" he stutters before trailing off, the tips of his ears turning red.

"What?" You stare at him expectantly, bemused. What's his deal?

"Nevermind, I shouldn't be asking," he mutters sheepishly, scratching at his neck.

Well now you feel curiosity digging its claws into you. You spin on the couch to face him, eyes narrowed. "Spit it out, Takemitchy-kun."

His eyes widen, caught off guard by your demand. "I just, in the kitchen, your texts," he stammers softly.

"So?" Your head tilts curiously, trying to remember what was on your screen at the time.

"I just saw that you guys don't use condoms," Takemichi spits out in a rush, looking painfully embarrassed.

"Huh? Yeah we do." You deny resolutely, cheeks burning as you hope he hadn't seen enough of the texts to know what you'd been planning.

"B-but—" Takemichi protests loudly, "you told him not to bring them 'cause it's a safe day' didn't you?"

Damn it. You didn't want him to know that, in case he ever did break and run his mouth to your brother. You know it's stupid, but on your safe days you like to skip the condoms. It feels good; you like the messy warmth, being able to feel the heat of your boyfriend's dick. He’s the only one you can talk into skipping them.

"That's only sometimes, okay? We usually use them," you mutter, self-conscious. "I'm not stupid."

"O-oh, that's not what I meant. Sorry."

Takemichi looks a little dejected so you sigh, and he glances up, perking up a little when he sees you're not mad. "I was just curious. What it's like I mean."

"What do you mean, what it's like?" You parrot back at him scooching closer to him as he laughs nervously. "Are you a virgin, Takemitchy?"

"No!" He says it so swiftly that your eyes narrow but his eyes widen earnestly, blushing at the turn of the conversation. "Really, I'm not. When me and Hina were still together, we did it."

"Oh, okay." You nod, remembering hearing some of your brother's friends talk about her. You remember hearing about the breakup too, but you don't remember the details. Ken said not to pry about it.

"So what did you mean then?"

Takemichi clears his throat uncomfortably. "I've never not used a… you know."

"Ohhh." Understanding finally dawns your features. "You've never gone raw."

He sputters at your bluntness before taking a breath.

"Hina always wanted to use condoms, before," he mumbles, looking away embarrassed. After a beat his head snaps back towards you, his words tumbling. "Not like I mind though, if it's what she wanted! I'm just curious, that's all. Always wondered what it feels like."

Takemichi freezes as you crawl closer to him on the couch, your eyes suddenly filled with interest.

"Do you want to find out?"

You're being impulsive like always; your boyfriend is a fling at best, a fun thrill for you. He's the only one who lets you feel like you're the one in control. If Draken ever found out about him, that'd be the end of that, so you didn't really get attached. You never promised him exclusivity either, not like you could with your brother and all. But it's your body and the way things are looking, you're not going to make it out tonight so why not play around?

"You wanna have sex with me?" He blinks at you, dumbfounded. There's a sparkle of something unreadable in his gaze. Something like guilt, or maybe relief.

"No," you snort, grabbing his hand and placing it on your thigh. He looks frightened and eager all at once as you inch his fingers under the hem of your skirt. "But you can use my pussy if you really want to know that bad. It won't be like sex, I'm just letting you see what it's like."

Takemichi swallows. He knows this is dangerous, but your thigh is so warm and soft under his palm, and as you shuffle closer, your sweet scent creates a crack in his self-control. He can already feel his dick getting hard.

"What do you say?" You whisper.

Your hand ghosts over the bulge of his pants, forcing a groan past his lips and sending him tumbling into his own temptation. He's nodding before he can even think about it.

"Yeah, okay." He leans forward, his breath on your lips.

You giggle and put your hand over his mouth, pushing him back. "I didn't say you could kiss me, though."

"R-right…"

He watches, licking his lips as you lay back on the couch and pull your skirt up, exposing the simple blue cotton panties beneath. You had planned to change into something cuter before you left, but oh well. Takemichi doesn't look like he seems to mind—he's watching raptly as you rub at your clit over the fabric.

Takemichi looks like he doesn't know what to do with himself, still staring as the damp patch on your panties grows bigger and bigger. His dick is throbbing in the confines of his pants, palming over it to soothe the ache.

Finally you give a little sigh that makes his pulse skip, and reach to slide your panties down your legs, before spreading them. "Whenever you're ready, Takemitchy-kun."

He stands quickly and undoes his jeans, pushing them down and pulling his dick free from his boxers, situating himself carefully between your thighs. He grips it at the base before pumping his fist over it a few times, squeezing the precome from the tip almost reflexively and coating it over the shaft. It's pretty, smooth save for the single thick vein on the underside; you're pleased to see it's average in length and girth, you didn't really want to stretch yourself or have him do it either.

Takemichi shivers as he rubs his through your folds, the sticky warmth making him feel like he might be in over his head. He looks at you again, blue eyes shining with a mixture of longing and conflict. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Mhm. You can stop if you want, I'm not gonna make you."

"N-no, I wanna feel it," he mumbles, a deep flush appearing down his neck. He ruts against your pussy again before taking a deep breath before pressing the blunt tip at the entrance of your dripping pussy and starting to push in.

"Oh."

He moans at the tight, wet heat that envelops his length, feeling like the warmth is going straight from his dick to his gut. A shiver works up his spine as he pushes deeper, sinking in slowly until his hips meet the soft back of your thighs.

You watch him, feeling a tingling rush of pleasure at the dumbfounded look on his face. He feels nice but it's nowhere close to overwhelm you, just a comfortable pressure in your slick walls. His eyes have fallen closed, his lips parted, his eyebrows pinched together—it's so cute, but you stomp down the urge to giggle, knowing that wouldn't be good for him right now

"Feel nice?"

"Uh huh," he breathes, his eyes blinking open to stare down at you. It's like he's seeing you in a whole new light. He rocks into you experimentally, moaning softly. "It feels amazing. You're so wet 'n warm. Can—" His mouth closes and he stills within you. You almost feel like you can feel him pulsing in you.

"What?"

"Can I… is it okay if I keep going?" Takemichi whispers, looking strained.

You reach for your phone, unlocking it. "You can do what you want, Takemitchy-kun. You're using me, remember? I don't mind."

"Thank you."

He says it so quietly you almost don't hear it, but you have to bite back a moan when he starts to thrust into you, slowly at first, before he finds an even pace that soon has him moaning every other breath. His hands are clenched into fists on either side of your hips, pressing hard into the couch cushions, his glassy eyes locked on where you're connected.

You can't deny that he sounds pretty, and he's not half bad at this. He feels good, not mind melting or anything, but you told him to use you and he is. He's focusing on his own pleasure, but as you scroll through your texts, you start to wonder what it'd be like if you'd said otherwise. He said he'd only ever been with Hina, but how often? You glance at the time, noting that he's at least lasted several minutes.

A small sigh escapes your lips as his dick throbs inside you, hiding a smile behind your phone at the whimper tugging at his throat.

The fact that he liked this, getting off on you ignoring him and letting him use your pussy for his own pleasure—you can't help the way it's getting you hot. You feel powerful. The way he's feeling right now is only possible because you're letting him.

The added danger of not knowing when your older brother is coming home is making things even better. Who knows how mad he'd get if he found out you were letting his subordinate defile you like this.

You wonder who'd be in more trouble. A shiver runs up your spine, your breath shortening with the thrill.

"F-fuck you keep getting tighter—" Takemichi's voice breaks as you peek up at him.

"I can make it even tighter if you want, I've been trying to relax so you wouldn't finish early."

Takemichi chokes as you give an experimental clench, his hips stuttering to a halt as he feels the tight squeeze of your walls. You've been making a conscious effort not to clamp down on his dick, not wanting him to think you're paying him much mind.

"No it's okay," he breathes, his voice half an octave higher. He repositions his legs, spreading yours a little wider as he begins sliding in and out of your pussy again. "It's okay, this is good. Feels so good I—I don't wan'ta come yet."

"Doesn't it feel better like this though?" You smile at him sweetly as you do it again and his grip tightens on your thighs, surprising you.

"Yes." He practically hisses the word through gritted teeth, blue eyes desperate as you rhythmically clench around him each time he pulls out, your pussy sopping now. He doesn't slow down this time, his thrusts getting quicker, wet sounds getting louder as your juices coat his groin. "Fuck, but if you don't, hah, don't s-stop that, I'm gonna, ahn, fuck g'na come—"

Takemitchi shakes his head when you keep it up, and you watch with a thrill as the resignation of pleasure crosses his face, unable to stop the squeak that escapes your lips as he pulls your hips into his thrusts now. You're resisting the urge to reach down and play with your clit as pleasure starts sparking under your own skin, and he's chanting curses under his breath as his eyes flutter closed, fucking you hard and fast before he stiffens, the light muscle tone of his stomach tensing and rippling as he comes undone.

You almost regret that you don’t get to cum—almost.

As he coats your walls with several thick ropes of white, Takemichi's stuttering groans overpower the sharp sound of the front door unlocking.

But the unmistakable sound of your brother's voice coming down the hall, and more than one pair of footsteps, has you both frozen in terror.

"Sis? I'm home."

Part 2?

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Birthday blues | Jake Webber

warnings: none, just some angst towards the end.

No hate towards tara, I love her.

Word count: ( 2.0k)

You hated conflicts. You hated how people get upset, and say things they don't mean, and how they tend to not be friends after the whole argument. That's sort of what happening with you and your friend Jake Webber. You and Jake. You two have been friends since the end of time.

Ever since he moved to LA after high school. Your other friends Sam Golbach and Colby Brock had introduced the two of you guys at a party when he just moved. However, you didn't officially become friends a month later, when bumping into each other one after noon.

Now here you are, in 2019. It's your twentieth birthday! Normally you would be spending it with your family, however they are in your hometown, which sucks. It was late at night, and you were getting ready for a birthday party that your best friend Katrina Stuart was throwing you. She is talking to Sam Golbach, and you hope the two of them get together.

Getting a knock at your door, you open it and see her. "Come on slowpoke! It's nine, and I told people to be there in thirty minutes!" She yelled while grabbing your arm, making you instantly take your purse and locking the door behind you.

"Okay, chill! I love that you're throwing me a party, Kat!" You annonce as she enters her car, and you two are on yalls way. She nodded.

"Anything for you [y/n]. Plus, we got this huge cake that should last for days!" She joked as you two laughed and sang along to the song on the radio. Pulling up to Sam and Colby's house, called the traphouse, where your other friends are living too, you see tons of cars and are already hearing loud music.

"If the cops come, we should film." you say to her while walking up. Seeing that she's on her phone, instead of laughing at your joke, you ask who she's texting. "What's going on?" You ask as she spun you around to face her.

With her hands on your shoulders, she starts to speak. 'Please don't be mad, but this is a surprise party. Everyone's trying to find a place to hide, and yell hello," she told you whole moving her hands along to the story. You groaned.

Yes you did love surprises, however you hated being in the spotlight. That's why tonight you thought it was just going to be your friend group, and not people you didn't know at all, trying to crash your party. Hell, some people that are already there don't even know who you are.

"Fine, but if they try to prank me tonight, I am not going out to any kind of parties for a month!" you told her half-jokingly as she smiled, and sort of blinded you with her hands. Hearing a course of Happy Birthday you instantly had a smile on your face, trying to show them that you had no idea.

You saw the decorations. It was a classic color, purple, since it's your favorite, with all kinds of balloons, and party hats ( jake had two on making you laugh), with a photo booth on some wall. It was mainly just your friend group who was there to welcome you, and a new girl? Standing next to your best friend, making you a little upset.

Walking up to everyone you tried your best to put a smile on your face. Yes, Jake was your best friend, and he could bring any one he wanted but it was your day. Why would he bring a date, you don't know to your own birthday party. It made you sick. You didn't have a clue why you felt this way, maybe it's cause you started to form a small crush on him, but you told yourself it would go away, and it would never happen.

Making your way to him, he smiled while pulling you into a hug. Rubbing your hair, he put his second birthday hat on your, making you let out a fake groan as you pretended that the string hurt you.

"Oh hush! I know it didn't hurt." He said while playing along. You and Jake fit together like two peas in a pod. You two understood each other when no one else can, not even Kat or your other best friend Colby. As he pulled the short girl beside him closer, she tried to let out a friendly smile.

It's obvious that she was a little awkward to be here, and so are you. With the biggest grin on his face, he introduced the girl. "[y/n], this is Tara, the girl I was telling you about." He said as she smiled, while you shook her hand politely.

Ah, Tara. Yes, it all makes sense now. Ever since October Jake has been talking about a girl named Tara Yummy. How he makes her so happy, and how she does the same. That's when your feelings came in, rushing in a little too late. You were slightly hoping that she isn't nice, just so it won't hurt much, but however she is.

She's probably the sweetest person your have ever met that Jake had brought into your life. Before it was time for cake, and for you to blow out your candles, you and Tara were talking, along with Kat. Music was blaring so loud that you couldn't hear a lot, but it was fine. You could see Jake on the other side watching the three of you.

"Again, it's so nice to finally meet you, [y/n]. Almost every day Jake brings you up, and I get to meet his best friend. Sometimes I even think he likes you more than me, which might be a little weird since we are talking, I guess." Tara announced as you and Kat looked at each other.

"What?" you asked her as she took a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, he talks non-stop about you. I wonder if he ever talks that way about me to you guys," she says while giving a smile to Jake, and he does the same.

You shook your head not knowing what to say. Kat was the one to speak. "I'm sorry, but i've only heard about you now and like two days ago.... I don't -" as Kat was stopped by Tara she thought it was a good time for cake, not wanting to get into a argument with the girl. So many thoughts were racing through your head, along with the alcohol.

Why would Jake talk more about you instead of the girl he was seeing, and to make it worse she seems so nice- you were interrupted as they started singing the song, while taking videos and pictures, probably for posting on instagram later, but for memories.

Blowing out the last candle everyone cheered as you stood up, excusing yourself and going to the bathroom before you had a piece of cake.

Shutting the door, you ran our hands through your hair, not knowing what to think.

A knock was heard at the door. "[y/n}, I know you're in there. I just came because I know how much you like cake, and since you didn't get a piece yet, I just wanted to check on you." He said, slightly yelling. Not knowing if you should open it or not, you gave in and opened it, letting the boy in.

He closed the door, probably thinking that I conversation was about to happen. "how come you talk more about me to Tara? And you never really talk about her to us, huh?" You asked him while pacing around the big bathroom. "Why would you bring her here tonight, if you haven't even talked to her more than three times, Jake! I mean, come on it's not fair to her if you don't even like her-" As your ranting was put to a stop, you felt his lips on yours.

Kissing back, you held onto his shoulders, making him lean down a little to make it better for you guys, because of the height difference. Knowing what you two were doing you pushed him off you, making him stumble back, with a confused look on his face.

"[y/n] what was that for?" He asked confused, why you would break the kiss. "your in a relationship with Tara! You brought her here on my BIRTHDAY, and now your kissing me?" Before finishing you had to stop yourself from confessing.

He was fidgeting. "I'm not dating Tara. Sure it may look like it, but I don't feel the same way about her as I do to you!' He said while pointing his hands towards you. "I've liked you ever since I met you! I think Tara was just something to show me how I truly feel about you. I liked you [y/n], I love everything about you." He said making you think.

Moving to sit on the side of the bathtub, he sat in front of you. Waiting for your response. "What about Tara?" You ask as he sighs. "I'm going to talk to her tonight, after I drop her off." You finally looked towards him, wanting to make your own confession.

"I won't lie, ever since Tara came into conversation three months ago, I became really upset. I noticed it was because I liked you, and I just didn't realize it. What happens now?"

He gets up, and takes your hand. "Will you go out with me? I mean, after I settle things the right way with Tara, and tell her how I really feel?'' He asked as you smiled.

"Yes," you said while he pulled you into a quick kiss. "let's go have some cake." He said while making you smile and follow him downstairs.

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