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idk why but this pic is… it’s making me think about soob & yeonjun as frat boys (my guilty pleasure istg) TW. toxic behaviors, mentions of alcohol, smut.
💭 . ⌢ FRATBOY SOOBIN… he presents as the sweetest, kindest boy alive. He’ll give you gifts and flirt with you like an idiot, playing the role of the perfect boy. The perfect love interest. Of course, it’s all for even the slightest opportunity to get in your pants. He’s secretly a freak, I fear. He honestly can’t go a single day without getting his dick wet somehow, he’ll find a way. You happen to be his pleasure at the moment. But it’ll be gone relatively quick; he moves on fast. It doesn’t take long to have you falling for him at all, him with his dark hair and pretty brown eyes, it’s hard not to. He’s just got this male love interest vibe, and you know he’s just like the rest but there’s this odd glimmer of hope.
He sweet talks his way through life, using that face of his to get to things he wants (can you blame him?). Soobin can simply give you a wink with that bunny-like smile of his and suddenly you’re in his bed, the smell of sweat and sex stronger than that of the alcohol you both drank beforehand. It’s drunken and intense, like the air was heavy and crushing your body beneath it. Soobin doesn’t waste time before he’s unsheathing himself, you drool at the sight of his cock; he smirks because he knows he’s big and he also knows the effect he has on people. That sweet boy persona isn’t around anymore, at least not now. He’s getting just what he wanted, there’s no need to pretend anymore. So he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and flip you in any positions he can; his favorite is dragging you on his lap, telling you to “go on and sit” because he just loves watching you struggle. And by struggle, I mean struggle. He’s big and sitting on his cock makes him feel even bigger. It’s filling, every inch makes you cry, your smaller hands clutching at his shoulders, yours eyes twinkling wet with teardrops. Maybe Soobin is feeling extra mean and he’ll coerce you with crude nicknames. If he’s tipsy he’ll get bolder and fuck up into you when you’ve got him halfway down. And he’ll be sure to do it with the nastiest smirk on his pink lips. It’s hard to believe such a cute, innocent face could be so cruel like this. But he’ll make sure to make the night worthwhile after your struggle; gripping your waist with his big hands, holding you in place as he relentlessly fucks up into you, letting out all the sounds he wants (mostly watered-down whines).
“Wus’ the matter? Speak up, use your words,” He’d tease, rubbing his big hand up and down your thigh while he slowly sunk into you. The stretch was always, always, always drunkening, torturous. Tears always burned your eyes and stung your skin; he was condescending and that made it even worse. You coughed and sobbed, “More? Is that what you’re trying to say? Baby, you gotta use that mouth of yours or I’ll give it a different purpose…”
Afterward, he’ll play boyfriend, at the expense of your feelings. It’s sweet little coos of, “That was so good, wasn’t it? You feel okay? Aw, you’re tired, that’s okay, you can sleep.” But if you close your eyes make sure you know that he’ll be gone by the next morning and that’ll be the last and only time you’ll ever even speak to him again. For Soobin it was just a night— all the moments before, the sweet-talking and little flirtatious jokes beforehand, those were simply par for the course. You’ll understand, right?
💬. ⌢ FRATBOY YEONJUN… honestly can’t be bothered to chase girls because the girls will chase him, instead. He’s just naturally charming, it doesn’t matter what he says or how he says it, he’ll always have a few girls in his roster. When you find yourself being one of those girls in his lineup, you honestly don’t even care because he’s The Choi Yeonjun. This guys’ never even had a real, down-to-earth relationship; he doesn’t want one. He doesn’t pay much attention to you unless he wants something, and he definitely isn’t treating you like his girlfriend. You’re more of a fun accessory, something to keep him busy. You’re both very much in the agreement that this is not a relationship, it’s whatever is the opposite of that… at least in the beginning. You can’t help but be intoxicated by the things he says; the ways he acts, dresses, speaks, touches. God, the way he touches is intense even in the slightest ways. Yeonjun kind of can always tell when people start catching feelings; I mean, the signs are all there. You wouldn’t know it but he’s attentive and very observant. He notices. And that’s when he exchanges you, like a refund, almost. It’s gross and toxic but he never claimed to be a nice guy.
He doesn’t take his time with you either— he jumps straight in. It’s sex and the smell of alcohol and irresponsibility every time you two are together. Yeonjun will call you during the most random hours. Saying the magical words “I need you” and you’re suddenly in his bed, breathless, naked, drunken on each other. Honestly, it’s scary how quickly he can get you like this, ravaged and out of it. Your thighs ache, it’s the best kind of ache, though. It’s endless. His stamina is higher than ever; cock pulsing in you, pricking and prodding at that sweet gummy spot inside of you each time his hips are flush with yours. Never enough time to feel it before he’s doing it again, and again, and again. The entire time he’s smiling, every time he comes it’s euphoric. His smile widens, mouth agape, lips wet and shiny, eyes fluttering as his head tilts further back. You’re beginning to think he’s a sex fiend, searching for more and more release, that end goal of climaxing. Yeonjun won’t even stop to give himself a break before he’s rutting back into you, fucking like a rabbit in heat. You’re gripping his shoulders, burying your face in your neck because he truly doesn’t give a shit how overstimulated or lost you are; your nails could be piercing his flesh and he’d just moan. He’ll fuck you anywhere he can get you; his dorm room, an empty lecture hall, the public bathrooms… in the bushes behind the campus building. Let’s just say if he sees you he’s taking his chance to get you. And afterward he’ll zip up his pants and give you a half-hearted wink before walking away, leaving you bereft and sunken on the floor, panting and knees shaky from a climax. Totally the type to take pictures or film the two of you to keep for later; might show it to a few friends… Soobin and Beomgyu are just curious about the girls he’s fucking! Maybe they’ll get a taste too.
“You’re so easy, ____,” Yeonjun spits, your body bent against the wall, cheek pressing into the cold tile of the closet walls. The door isn’t even fully closed all the way… you just know someone could catch you— slip in, see how his cock drilled into you like a bullet. You preened at this, shuddering out moans, “Always so fuckin’ wet f’me… clenching like a slut— ah, fuck, you’re a whore! Should I take some pics of your ass to show Soobin later? Hm?”
#౨ৎ. tomorrow x together#feat. yeonjun .ᐟ#feat. soobin .ᐟ#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#txt smut#choi soobin smut#choi yeonjun smut#soobin txt#yeonjun txt
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Thinking about how Gojo is a pervert when it comes to you and Geto’s relationshipp:
With Geto comes Gojo. You’ve been friends with them long enough to know they come in pairs, but you never expected them to be THIS inseparable.
“It’s embarrassing—ah~”
“‘S not that embarrassing if you just squeezed down on me.”
You only said yes to him watching you both once, but now it’s become a routine. Every other week Satoru comes over for a movie and games and it always ends with him at the end of your shared bed, fisting his dick to the sight of his best friends.
Feeling two pairs of lustful gazes on your body, you could sense when Suguru looks back up at Satoru for what he should do to you. You could almost hear Satoru’s giggles when he hears your strained moans from your boyfriend’s harsh thrust of his hips.
“Sat—“ You almost bit your tongue for how fast you almost slipped out a mistake, but it wasn’t ignored.
“Oh?” Suguru’s voice was laced with tease. His movements didn’t stop, but he did slow down his pace.
Grabbing you by the neck, forcing your back to hit against his chest, cold lips landed on your neck causing your back to arch more, “You almost said Satoru, huh? You want him to fuck you that bad?”
You couldn’t speak, all you could do was let out a pathetic whimper feeling his rough finger tip swirl circles on your wet clit.
Deep down Gojo was thrilled. He almost hoped youd say his name, maybe it would give Geto a chance to let him in on what he wanted most.
And he knew, The black haired boy knew how much his best friend wanted to sleep with you, but he always took away the opportunity the moment he knew Gojo was close to it.
It was a fun game for Suguru.
“Look at him.” He bent you back down, his palm firmly (but still gentle) around your jaw making your eyes meet Gojo’s white blindfold. You couldn’t tell if he was looking at your eyes as well or your marked breasts from earlier. But it felt intimidating, seeing his back against the chair, legs spread and hand slowly moving up and down his shaft.
He chuckles, noticing your eyes following the pace of his hand, “You’re drooling.” was all he responded with, his voice slightly shaky from already being so close to cuming himself,
but he wanted to hold it. Hold it long enough to cum with his best friends as Suguru made you look at Gojo stroke his dick to the snapping of his hips against your ass.
“‘M close..” You breathed out. Your arms ready to give out. So shaky, both of your cum and sweat splattering onto Geto’s pelvis, the lust filled noises of groaning and wet squelches fill the room.
Gojo’s heavy breathing began to get louder, you look up from your pillow, seeing the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His neck actually looked way more attractive than it should have. You clench yourself harder onto your boyfriend, the tightness wrapping around him made a pretty whimper fall through his lips.
Geto didn’t have to see your face to know your were looking right at him, he felt mixed feelings. On one side he wanted to be upset and put you on your back to remind you who you’re fucking right now. The other side of him wanted to see how far he can go to see if you’ll finally moan out Gojo’s name and use that excuse to have them both use you for the night.
“Shit!”
But alas, it may have to wait for another day, he was at his breaking point, his loose bun fell once again, leaving the wet stray hairs on his face, nothing but the growing sounds of slapping and moaning from everyone in the room bouncing off the walls.
The orgasms washed over your bodies, you finally let your body fall atop of the bed, but your pretty boyfriend manages to catch you by his forearm to have you lay your limp body ontop of his and under the covers.
“Can I sleep in bed you both too?” Gojo spoke, breathlessly, zipping up his black stained pants.
“No, pervert.” Geto throws the stranded pillow beside him to his friend’s face, letting a chuckle escape them both, you were sound asleep though, deaf to the comments they both made about you.
“She almost broke again. You know she’ll say yes. Just ask. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“No. Not until she says it herself. Until then, youre shit out of luck.”
#black reader#TimikosGeto#TimikosGojo#jjk imagines#jjk smut#geto#geto headcanons#geto imagines#geto smut#getou suguru x reader#geto x black y/n#geto x black reader#jjk x black reader#jjk x reader#gojo#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo headcanons#gojou satoru x reader
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Tease (Tate Langdon x fem!reader)
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, masturbation, dry humping, needy!Tate
Word count: 1360
You were sitting in your room in the middle of the night. The only source of light was your laptop and table lamp. You had a few hours before sunrise to finish your essay for college which you were putting off for too long. Deadline was in a couple of days, so you had to put yourself together and finish this task despite your sleeping brain.
"Hey."
You get used to Tate’s almost silent appearances, so you greet him without raising your head.
"Hi."
Tate examined your hunched silhouette with a worried look.
"Why are you up so late?"
You sighed irritably. The writing block and tiredness made you grumpy.
"I just need to finish my homework," you rubbed your temples. "Can you not interrupt me, please? I really need to focus."
You finally looked at your boyfriend pleadingly. Tate was leaning against the doorway, hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"Okay."
He went to your room and jumped on bed. He was in a good mood, you could tell it by the way he lay with his hands under his head and deliberately innocent smile he gave you.
Unfortunately, you had to get your work done and maybe, if you’re lucky, get some sleep before classes. So you continued your brainstorm leaving Tate minding his own business.
Tate loved to watch you when you were so concentrated. Your intense gaze on the screen of your laptop, how you frowned and bit your lip, your fingers tapping so fast on the keyboard with a loud click-click-click or making marks in your books. All of this was entertaining for him. He knew you were a smart girl, his smart girl, but seeing you like this was a sight for his sore eyes. The picture of you working was intimate and peaceful, but also, he couldn’t admit it even to himself, hot.
He shifted in your bed trying to hide his growing bulge. He laid on his stomach and looked at you once more, but you were deep in your complicated academic thoughts. He needed to attract your attention.
"I think you need a break," he said quietly, hoping you get a hint. He knew he was acting selfish, but he just couldn’t wait when you’ll be free.
"I really don’t," you said.
"You’re frowning when you’re focused, you know? That’s cute."
You met his eyes. They were darker than usual and you didn’t know why exactly — because of the darkness in the room or there was a different reason.
"Thanks," you lift your chin up a little.
He smiled and shifted in your bed hugging your pillow.
It required all your inner strength to look away, to get back to work. Tate, stretched out like a cat with a tempting smile, was enough to drop everything and join him.
"C’mon hon, lay down with me," he murmured.
"You know I can’t," you shook your head.
He hummed, disappointed.
"Right. You can’t. You’re responsible student, you can’t break any rule. You can’t miss a single assignment," he paused. "Such a good girl."
You knew he was teasing you, but his voice and the pet name was so seducing. Whatever he was up to, it was working.
"Why can’t you be a good boy for me and let me finish my work?"
He fell silent.
You thought you found the right button, but you were far from it.
His breath hitched. You could see an emerging blush on his pale face. Muffled moan surprised you, the view before you made you weak in your knees.
Fully dressed Tate was slowly grinding on the decor pillow. He was laying on his side facing you, pressing a pillow to his bulge. He noticed you were watching and one more moan escaped through his bitten lip. He grabbed pillow rougher, veins in his arms became more visible.
Tate liked to tease you but not so cheeky. He usually pressed you against the walls kissing you like a maniac when your parents were at home or tortured you with long make out sessions until you (and him) were an absolute mess.
This time was different.
"I bet you’re turned on too," he exhaled. "Are you wet for me?"
You were, of course. But you didn’t want to let him win in a game he started. "I need more than that."
It became harder to keep an eye contact when he guided his hand to his jeans. The sound of unzipped fly and sigh of relief broke the tense silence. You craved to lower your eyes, but the pillow was hiding what you needed to see the most.
Tate palmed himself through the boxers and whined when your gaze finally slipped to his hidden crouch. He threw the pillow away.
The sight of the wet spot of the precum at his boxers made you gulp. You crossed your legs tightly fighting the urge to come closer and help him. He looked so beautiful with need in his eyes, parted lips and chest going up and down with heavy breathing.
He lay on his stomach again and started to grind on your bed almost shyly.
"Do you like that?" You asked enjoying and hating Tate’s little show at the same time.
He whimpered.
"Do you like to watch?" He mocked and railed his hips once more with a sinful smile.
He was so annoying. So shameless and disturbing. He came to your room, intruded in your work space acting like a tease. Taut muscles all over his body were moving with every thrust of his hips. It drove you crazy.
Tate thought he was losing his mind. He felt so good and you didn’t have to do anything. Just watch. As long as you were watching he would be fine.
You leaned on the table and said quietly but loud enough for him to hear your words: "You’re such a whore."
He hid his moans on the crook of his arm and looked at you with hungry eyes.
"Only with you," he grinned.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, to look in his mesmerized and full of lust eyes. You wanted him to grind on you. Or it would be perfect if you could ride him, bite his neck and leave hickeys which he never hid.
He still tried to cover his moans as if you weren’t there.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up and came to him slowly, while he was watching you with peripheral vision. You sat on the bed and took your time to admire your boy. He looked like art. He was a piece of art — captivating, broken and scary sometimes.
You ran your hand through his hair down to his sharp shoulders and spine. Slowly, you made your way to his ass. Tate lay his head on your hip. He was trembling.
You could tell he was close. His motions became rougher and faster. Vocal moans were so good you wanted to cry, but you kept a nonchalant mask.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Oh, fuck… yeah. I… yes, I wanna… please."
He was no longer bratty. Just a cute needy boy with watering eyes. So worked up he couldn’t make a coherent sentence.
You put your palm on his cheek stroking it with your thumb.
"Cum for me baby."
He nodded and thrusted his hips faster. He grabbed your hand and reached his climax with loud moans and gasps.
You lay next to him waiting when he came back from his high. He didn’t release your hand and you kissed his knuckles and fingers.
Tate caught his breath and kissed you passionately grabbing your face in both hands. When he was out of breath again he leaned his forehead to yours and said: "Well, guess I need a shower. And laundry."
You laughed, kissing his cheek. "Okay."
"I’ll be back in a moment," he got up. "Please, don’t get back to your homework. You look really tired. You need rest"
"Fine," you reply, making yourself more comfortable in bed and smiling, proud that you made Tate cum in his pants.
#tate langdon#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon imagine#tate langdon smut#ahs murder house#ahs#american horror story#ahs smut#american horror story smut#evan peters#evan peters x reader#evan peters imagine#evan peters smut
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List of smut prompts
“So how do you want me to fuck you?”
“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”
“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”
A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”
“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
“Can I… can I touch you?”
“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
“Can I— can I please touch myself?”
“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”
“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”
“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.”
A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips.
“Mine. All mine.”
“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”
“I love getting to know you like this.”
“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”
“Is this okay?”
“How much do you want this?”
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
“Shh, just a little more…”
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Say please.”
“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”
“Tell me how you want me.”
Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.
“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”
“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”
“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.”
“Need/want you in me.”
“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Not so fast, bun.”
“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”
“Want your fingers in me.”
“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Tell me how you like/want/need it.”
“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”
It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine.
“Rough or gentle?”
“Fuck, look at you right now…”
“You’re really messing with my head here.”
“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”
“Wanna feel you against me.”
“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”
“Clothes on or clothes off?”
“All yours. Only yours.”
“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”
“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”
“I want you to say my name like that again.”
“Aren’t you desperate?”
“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”
“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”
“Patience, love. We’re getting there.”
“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
“Be good for me.”
“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”
“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.”
“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”
“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.”
“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”
“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”
“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Please let me come.”
“I-I promise I’ll be good.”
“How are you feeling?”
“God, you feel so good around me.”
“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”
“You good?”
“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”
“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”
“You wanna take control?”
“Let me ride you.”
“Behave.”
“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”
“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”
“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”
“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”
“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”
A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”
“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.”
Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.
“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?”
“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”
In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”
“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.”
“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Lift your hips up for me.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”
“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”
“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”
“I want to be the one fucking you this time.”
“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”
“I think you’d look even better under me.”
“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.”
“Want you to ruin me.”
“Do whatever you want with me.”
“Just sit on my fucking face already.”
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
“What did I just say?”
“You feel so fucking good in me.”
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.”
“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”
“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”
“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”
“Let me make you feel good this time?”
“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.”
“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.”
“Let’s take it back to my place.”
“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”
“Turn around.”
“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”
“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”
“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”
Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long.
“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.”
“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”
“No one does it like you.”
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.”
“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.”
“Need a hand?”
“Aww, how eager can you get?”
“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.”
“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?”
“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”
“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”
“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”
“You’d sound so good begging for it.”
“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.”
“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”
“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.”
“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly.”
#Smut prompts#Dialogue prompts#Otp prompts#Writing prompts#Writing scenarios#friends with benefits prompts#i might have used some of these lines in my own fics and i find them very hot so fucking sue me for it#enemies with benefits prompts
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Cruel Little Vixen 5
Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader
Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)
Summary: You and Eddie go on a date extravaganza and the night ends with a bang. 😉
NO READ MORE LINE BREAK ADDED DUE TO GLITCH
A/N: Hello, readers! I do apologize for the delays with this chapter i was a lot and really long but it’s finally here. This is fluff to the max with some smuttiness. Eddie is a dom at heart so he’ll def show his rough yet gentle side of sex a lot more. Really hope you all enjoy this chapter! We’ve got 3 more chapters to go and things will be kind of tense but the love will grow exponentially. Thank you for the feedback, support, and love. I love writing for yall!
>>>>Series Masterlist Part 5 of 8
Word Count: 7.9k+
Warnings: lots of fluff, graphic language, tattoos, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, dom!eddie, facefucking, reader and Eddie are horndogs and flustered, semi-public sexual activities, Eddie being a tease, smutty smut, french kissing, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), inappropriate use of belt (bondage), breath play, dacryphilia, hair pulling, scratching, biting, rough to soft sex
Tomorrow had finally come and, boy, were you nervous. Terrified. You’d had several intense dreams last night about the sexy rockstar that would put to shame a boy’s wet dream from how much you flooded your underwear. It didn’t help that you knew what his lips felt like. Now you were up this morning wondering how you’d be able to handle ALL of him when only a taste of him made you see so many stars.
It’s been a while since you had sex. What if you cum fast? Do men care about that stuff? Do they take it as a compliment? You curse yourself for your inexperience.
This looked like the time to call a friend. So you call Chrissy who was more than giddy when she found out you’d finally be getting laid.
“And to a rockstar, at that. Most girls would love to be in your shoes right now. This makes us sisters, ya know. Except you get to go all the way!” She says over the phone.
“I don’t know. Maybe I should just cancel…”
“Hell no! If you cancel, you might as well write the word ‘clown’ on your forehead. You deserve to have many orgasms which he’ll definitely provide.”
“Yeah, he really does.” You muttered, only to have your eyes widen because you spoke that a little to loud.
“What do ya mean?” Then you hear a loud gasp. “He ate you out?”
You blush. “Can we not be so vulgar?”
Chrissy rambles, squealing in a pitch dogs would cower in. “Oooh my god! He did! You loved it! I’m sure you did! Tell me details! Tell me how you feel! How many times did you—”
“Okay, okay,” You cut her off, laughing at her eagerness. “It was…in-fucking-credible. Insane. My breath was taken away from at a couple times through the whole thing. Then at the end…mind blowing.”
“Love that for you, babes. Sooo, where are you guys going?”
“I’m not sure but he called me this morning. Told me that the rule for today is that we can’t say ‘no’.”
“Ooo, sounds kinky.”
“I hope not. I don’t think I’m ready for anything too intense just yet.”
“You are! You’re a pretty, sexy bitch and you are unstoppable. Now say it.”
You say it with a reduced, conservative energy compared to her. “I’m a pretty, sexy—”
“Say it like ya mean it, girl!”
Now you’re yelling. “I’m a pretty, sexy bitch and I’m unstoppable!”
“Again!”
“I’m a pretty, sexy bitch and I’m unstoppableee!” You yell into the phone.
“That’s what I’m talking about! Now you dress in your hottest fucking outfit that you’ve ever worn and rock that boy’s world. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you with how much of a fiery force you’ll be so long as you embody your true spirit of…a vixen.”
Indeed, you were the vixen. You were the one who stood up to Eddie. Who put him in his place and made him act accordingly. You were the one you got through the hard shell he put around himself. You needed to be reminded that you weren’t like any girl he’s ever had.
“You’re my fucking soulmate, poms.” You smiled brightly.
“You know it.”
———————
The “Say ‘Yes’ Date Extravaganza”. A date in which you and Eddie would have no particular destination. He’d drive around blindly then if you both spot a specific model of car model in a specific color you’d stop and go to whatever place you’d stopped near.
The date was meant to be all day. So right after your call with your best friend, you got down to business. The look you were going for now. Angelic. A contrast of himself. You were going to be the face of innocence and he would be your devilish temptation. Little would he know that despite your pure appearance, you would be just as sinful seeking carnal corruption.
So you’d dress in all white. White faux leather thigh boots that gave you legs for days. Face makeup meant to give a soft touch to your face. Flowy hair down and kept slick and neat also a contrast to his wild curls. You were opposites but that’s what made this work all so well.
There’s a knock at your door and your heart nearly leap out of your chest. You sauntered over to the door, legs and hands slightly trembling. When the door swings open, you and Eddie exchange looks of enchantment.
Handsome was an understatement. He was sex on two legs. Adonis incarnate. The very depiction of Lucifer as an angel. You could feel yourself growing feral at the very sight of him. His hair up to keep up with his suave look.
Meanwhile, Eddie audibly gulped as he took in your frame. He wasn’t sure how he stood strong when everything in him wanted to crumble to his knees before you and beg for something he wasn’t sure he needed from you.
He carries flowers and a small gift box in his shaking hands, handing them over to you. His face a light shade of pink.
“F-for you.” He manages to get out.
It was so cute to see him when he’s flustered. Actually, it was a huge turn on, too. You reached for gifts, doing what you could so your skin wouldn’t make contact with his or you just might pounce.
“Really?” You asked, surprised at his refreshingly gentleman behavior. “You didn’t have to.”
“But I wanted to.” He nods, mustering up a toothy smile.
“Thank you,” You smiled back, forcefully ripping your eyes from him to prevent yourself from looking down at the beckoning erection growing in his pants. You uncovered the small rectangular box and let out a astonished gasp. It was a beautiful silver necklace, the pendant in the shape of a treble clef and encrusted with diamonds. “Oh, my god. Eddie, this is gorgeous. I-I couldn’t.”
He rolls his eyes playfully before gesturing a spin with his finger, wordlessly guiding you to turn your back to him. You opened your mouth to protest but let the words die on your lips, removing your own necklace and obeying his wish. Moving your up and out from your shoulders and back, as he draped the expensive jewelry around your neck. The cold touch of the silver when it first contacts with your skin sends a shiver down your spine. Then, you felt his fingers ghost over the back of your neck and despite the goosebumps that lit across your skin you began to feel hot.
His hands linger on you even after he’s already clasp the necklace around your neck. You can feel his breath against your neck, your chest rising in falling at the sudden lack of oxygen. You slowly turned to looked at him, his fingers dragging across your neck line as you did.
Your stares magnetizing as your eyes attract from his eyes, the his lips, then back to his eyes.
I want him so bad.
He clears his throat backing away. “You should probably put those in water.” He says, referring to the flowers.
“Y-yeah. I will do j-just that. ‘Scuse me.”
Maybe I’ll be putting myself in water, too.
—————
Eddie rented a nice car to drive on the road in style or so he says. Really, you believe that the reason was for its speed.
“You wanna see how fast it goes?” He says, smirking menacingly.
“No, I value my life. Thanks, though.”
“You failed the test.”
“Huh?”
“I was testing you. We’re doing a say ‘yes’ challenge. Ya can’t say ‘no’.”
Oh, right. This challenge could either be the worse thing I agreed on or the best decision of my life.
You groan. “Okay fine.”
“If you said yes before I wouldn’t have done it. But as your punishment….” Eddie lifts his foot off the gas, reeling it back.
“No, no, no!” You put your hands over your eyes.
After a couple of seconds, you realized that you were still moving at same constant speed. You peeked through your eyes at him. Him giving you a wink then looking back on the road.
“You’re an asshole.” You pout.
“I know. But you just look so adorable when your scared,” He chuckles. “It’s your pick first by the way.”
You were meant to pick a model of a car and its color you to elect for this first round of dates. You looked up, finger on your chin as you dramatically contemplated your choice.
“Red Cadillac.” You decide.
“What year?”
“Does it matter?”
“No. I just wanted to be annoying. Maybe find out if you know cars.”
“Not me. My older brother. The guy was obsessed.”
“You have a brother?” Eddie asks, intrigued by the new information.
“Mhm, older brother. By 4 years.”
“What do you think he’ll think of me?” He smiles, knowing it wouldn’t be good.
You were mostly surprised by that fact that he would bring up meeting your brother. That meant meeting your family. The kind of step you’d take once a relationship becomes serious.
“He’d probably kick your ass.”
He laughs. “That’s fair.”
“Oh! There it is. A red Cadillac.” You point.
Eddie gets into a parking spot and you stretch over to his side to look in his window. The sign read as: Frieda’s Art Shop.
“An art shop,” You say, plopping back down in your seat. “How nice. Little shady with the sign but I’m sure it’s just an aesthetic thing. So far the date’s going my way. Hope the next one choice will take us to a nice seminar about female empowerment.”
“You’re just saying that to make me suffer, aren’t you?”
“Can’t say ‘no’.” You shrugged.
“Jokes on you. I actually wouldn’t mind. I support women’s right to fuck who they want.”
“Well…it’s not entirely what female empowerment is about but you’ve got the spirit.” You say, disingenuously. “Now shouldn’t we enter the art shop.”
Eddie looks through the window at the destination then he looks back with a smug look. “Yeah…’art shop’. Let’s go, little vixen.”
He exits the car, leaving you feeling both uneasy and bewildered. Why did he say it like that? That tone in his voice always signals that he’s up to no good.
He opens your passenger door, holding out his hand. You reluctantly take it, wondering what exactly have you gotten yourself into.
When you made it to the entrance, you began to question whether this really was what you thought it was. Your concerns were confirmed when you both entered the premises. It wasn’t an art shop. It was a TATOO shop.
“Oh, no.” You whisper.
“Oh, yes.” Eddie counters.
“You rigged this!”
“It was your choice. Not mine. I’m just really lucky.”
You couldn’t believe it. You had to ask someone in charge what exactly is this place. Scurrying up to the counter, you greeted the purple-haired lady with extensive tats and piercings on her body. “Hello. I saw your sign out there and so I was wondering is this the art shop or…”
“It’s a body art shop. Sorry that signs missing some letters and now it’s become like a running joke with us. Didn’t you see the drawing of the hand with the electric needle? I thought it was self explanatory.”
“I thought it was a paint brush!” You defended.
She shrugs. “You can still see some art. You look like a fresh one. Newbie. I like ‘em new. Wanna get a tat?”
You look behind you, Eddie urging you on. You slumped in defeat, turning on your heels to face the woman who also carried an mischievous smile on her face.
“Alright,” You sigh. “Let’s do this shit.”
“Follow me, freshie.” The lady beckons with one finger.
Unenthusiastically, you walk after, Eddie following behind with a lot more pep in his step. When you were sat in the chair, you looked panically at him when you spotted the needle.
“You’re fun Y/n, remember?” Eddie encourages.
“‘Fun but know her limit’ Y/n. I might pass out right now.”
“What if we get one together? That’ll calm your nerves. I was looking to get one soon and you said you’d be doing the same last time. Today’s the day.”
“Okay. Maybe seeing him do it first will calm me down.” You say to the tattoo lady.
“Alright, whatever calms your nerves, princess. Raul, help our mate over here please.”
You growled. Why did everyone take you as some pamper princess? Back then, you were viewed far from that label. Although, you couldn’t deny the feeling of happiness you felt being treated as such by Eddie.
“Hold on a moment. You’re the bloke from that new hot band, Corroded Coffin! I fucking love your music, bruv.” Raul says.
“Thanks, man.” Eddie says, shyly rubbing the back of his neck.
“You think you could play sign my guitar. I’ve got it right here in the shop—”
“No, ya wanker. Can’t you see the man is trying to have a night of fun with his girlfriend. He doesn’t need to be bothered as a celebrity. Treat him as any client.” The lady with purple hair chastises.
“Fuck off, Lilia. You’re no fun.”
“You fuck off, Raul. Grab a needle and let’s get this started.”
Your chairs were positioned side by side. Eddie rolling up his sleeve for a tat in his inner wrist. The moment the needle touches his skin, he lets out a strained yell.
“Oh, crap. It hurts that bad!” You asked, eyes wide.
“No. I just wanted to scare you again.” He laughs.
“One of these days, Munson. Mark my words. I will terrify you.”
Without warning, Lilia begins to tattoo your inner arm and you jerk up. “Watch it, princess.”
“You’re the one who started with no heads up,” You shriek. Eddie holds out his hand and you immediately grip onto it. “This is the craziest thing you’re making me do!”
“I wouldn’t say that just yet. The date’s not over.” His laughter turning into a hiss as the needle dug deeper into his skin.
—————
You and Eddie were now preparing to show off your tattoos as a surprise to each other. You were pleased with the tattoo and honestly it wasn’t so bad but you wouldn’t tell him this or he’d never let you live it down.
“Okay, reveal in 3…2…2 1/2….2 3/4…” He teases.
“Will you please hurry up?” You giggle, jumping up and down excitedly.”
“1.”
You both remove your hands from your tattoos. You both immediately burst into laughter at your tattoos. They were matching tattoos of cats. It was your tattoo artist’s pick and she decided to surprise you both with the matching tattoos.
“She gave us matching ones. How embarrassing.”
“To her defense, she buys us as a couple.” He nudges you with an elbow, your face growing hot.
You didn’t think he’d pick up on her commenting on you being Eddie’s girlfriend figuring it was best to ignore it. Were you his girlfriend? He hadn’t exactly asked.
Before leaving the shop you thanked the artists, Eddie even signing the guy’s guitar and talking about playing sometime together, exchanging phone numbers. It was a nice first start and the two of you had plenty more dates to attend.
—————
“My pick is a black…. Mustang. That’ll be hard to find. I don’t think anyone in this city drives a mustang. We might have to go farther out.”
“I have a good feeling we’ll be seeing one soon and that this time the venue will be in my favor.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that tattoo. I saw your toes curling each time she forced the needle deeper. You like pain.”
You scoffed. “N-no, I don’t.”
“You’re very convincing.” He says, sarcastically. “So…tell me about yourself. I feel like I’m still kept in the dark about you.”
“You know who I was.”
“Not high school. Like your whole life or something. You know a lot about mine with this article thing. What about you though?”
“You’re taking the role as the interviewer?”
“Yep, make it good. I could use a juicy story.” He quips.
“I don’t know. My life’s pretty boring. I didn’t have a terrible childhood. I was just always kinda there ya know. You know, my mom wanted me to take piano lessons. Wanted me to be a prodigy. Be interesting, ya know. Like my older brother who’s great at almost everything. My mom would always brag about him to her friends rarely about me. She wasn’t trying to forget me of course. She was still kind to me. It’s just I wish she noticed what I can do to. What I’m actually good at. My dad was the same only a lot more misogynistic. He didn’t think writing was a girl’s thing. I just got so used to being ignored at home that it was only second nature in school. I found myself comfortable being alone. Sometimes alone doesn’t mean lonely….but I’ve known them both. I’m glad I met Chrissy. She really helped me out my comfort zone in college. Now I don’t feel so lonely anymore. And now with you…I don’t think I’ve felt that feeling at all.”
You couldn’t believe you just admitted that. Yes, you both were on a path to being more real with your feelings but this was too much. Too vulnerable. You wished a black hole could swallow you and collapse in on itself.
“I’m glad you feel that way. I’ve felt that way with you, too. For a while now.” He says in a tone sounded slightly relieved.
“That’s great. I’m glad I can be that person for you, too.” God, you were blushing so much tonight. Him, as well. The two of you staying in happy silence as you drove the narrow road.
Then, you spotted a black mustang.
———————
“Whoaa.” You both say simultaneously, staring up at the tall castle before you.
You were clearly showing yourselves as tourists in the crowd of people but neither of you cared. It was breathtaking. This was definitely set up in the cards for you.
“A tourist attraction where the atttraction’s a freaking castle. You don’t see things like that in Hawkins.” You say, wistfully.
“I don’t like museum but I can admit that this is pretty sick. You wanna explore?”
“Yes!”
Taking each other’s hands, you run up the flight of stairs to the front entrance and eyes taking in the sights before. Beautiful artwork of religious stories depicted on the tall, tall ceilings and endless halls to be explored.
You wanted to act your wildest childhood fantasies of running through a castle. If only you had a longer gown but, nonetheless, you wanted to roam freely without seemingly looking like a complete fool. Eddie must’ve sensed this because instead of following along with the crowd, he sneaks you both into the back of the line before guiding you up the nearest steps with him.
“Where are we going?!” You whispered.
“We can have a history lesson about this place some other time,” He imitates an old Cockney British accent. “Diving into the quest is a far better option, m’lady.”
“I guess we can have our own little tour,” You smiled, bashfully. “Race you to the top.”
Yanking your hand away, you run up the stairs as best as your heel boots would allow you. He laughs, following after you. He could easily surpass you but then he wouldn’t be able to admire you from behind and that’s something he couldn’t allow himself to do just yet. Especially, when the view involves the short hemline of your dress swaying side to side revealing just a couple inches of more of your soft, ample thighs. He regretted his perverted mind, psyching him up enough to want to chase you and pin you up against a wall.
You giggled away, unaware of the turmoil you’d caused within him. He finally catches up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and you squeal in delight.
You turned to face him, his hands lowering to your hip. Believing you would kiss him, he presses his forehead against yours. Your arms slide from around his neck, down his chest feeling the soft material of his shirt along with the hardness of his chest under your fingertips. Instead of doing what he’d hoped, you take his hand and run through the halls.
Every now and again, you’d stop and admire the views of gorgeous renaissance paintings and lavish architecture. By the time, you’d finish exploring the sun was beginning to set.
“There’s a maze here, too. This place is endless.” You say, in exhaustion mixed with excitement.
“Wanna explore it before it gets too dark? We can head to dinner after and then…whatever you decide.” He says, a glimmer of nerves in his tone.
Hw was making it your decision for how the night ends. You appreciated it knowing he was doing this to let you know that tonight didn’t have to end with you both sleeping together.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smile softly.
Once you reached the maze, the museum guides explained that it would be a difficult maze and should you both need help, they’d come after you. But if you did escape the maze then you’d get a prize at the end.
The sun was still setting so there wasn’t much time to wait. You walked through hand and hand, neither of you saying a word. It wasn’t for the fact that you had nothing to say but it was more so that you both were really nervous.
You knew the time was approaching where after this date you’d have to make the decision if you wanted to go all the way. Not that you were being pressured but once you do it , there would be no looking at each other the same way. You know your feelings would only grow from that moment on.
“Yes.” You say, breaking the silence.
He whips head at you confused. “I didn’t say anything out loud…did I?”
You shook your head and laughed, “You didn’t. But this is my answer to you about tonight. ‘Yes, I want to…I want you to…”
He closes the gap between your bodies, causing your words to die on your lips. His hands are calloused and soft, cupping your face. You press a kiss to his palm.
“I want you more.” Eddie whispers, tauntingly.
“Not possible.” You say.
“Pretty sure it is. I’m the one who’s been trying to get your attention for these past weeks. I didn’t think you were interested til you kissed me.” Now he’s admitting things that he’d swear he’d kept all the way to his grave. That old man from the other night wasn’t a mobster…he’s a freaking wizard.
“Think I’m gonna need you to keep my attention some more,” You whispered against his lips. “Kiss me.”
He captures your lips in a chaste kiss. It’s like he’s afraid to go on further. Like he was still giving you room to change your mind. Placing, your hand around the back of his neck, you pull him deeper into the kiss and the ropes of restraint snaps. You’re frenching in the middle of this maze, his thigh between your legs for you to grind against. Little whimpers escaping your lips.
His hands cup your ass to guide your hips against him. Once he felt like you’d picked up on the pace he set, his hands went to the thick strap of your dress. He lowers it, setting your breast free. Instead of hiding yourself, you arched into him, moaning at the hungry look on his face. He dips his tongue in your mouth for one last kiss, you sucking on his tongue to stop him from breaking away but he does. He blows air against your neck before peppering kisses on the supple flesh. Your eyes flutter close, biting your lip at the sensation. Then, you felt a small lick on your breast gasping softly at the feeling of his expert tongue. He’s licking short, flicks up it’s curvature, purposefully avoiding your hardened bud.
When his tongue finally circles around it, you let out a cry loud enough for the guide to voice his concerns from the front of the maze.
“You guys need assistance in there?” The guide inquires.
You both laugh at the context of the question along with the sexual activities you both were participating in. Eddie resumes his ministrations on your nipple and bites down hard enough to jolt you and falters your grinding.
“Oh, fuck.” You whispered, shakily.
He pulls away and a line connecting his lips to your hardened nipple forms, breaking when you tug him by the hair for another kiss.
You almost got carried away, hands traveling down to his belt when he places a hand over yours. “This was just a preview of the fun we’ll be having later, little one. No more.”
“What happened to say ‘yes’ extravaganza? You’re saying ‘no’ to me.” You whined.
“With good reason,” He says, fixing your dress. “We’re in public.”
“Never stopped you.” You retort.
“True, but I’m a changed man.” His body peels off yours and you instantly miss the warmth of his body.
Snaking an arm around your waist, you both walked through the maze. It’s dark now and you could hardly see where you’d just come from.
“Okay, I think it’s time we call it a night. This is harder than I thought it was.” He cups his hands over his mouth to call for help when you place wrap a hand around his wrist and point at the few lights in the sky.
Sky lanterns. Without a word, you follow the lifht in awe not thinking of how fast you were going. You needed to see where exactly they were coming from.
It seemed like you were getting closer because more and more sky lanterns littered the night sky. Until finally, you’d made it out of the maze, a female guide waiting at the end with two sky lanterns.
“Congratulations! You made it to end of the maze. Very few could do it. Here are your lanterns. Straight through that walkway, it will lead you to an area near our pond where guests are releasing their lanterns. It’s a little treat before the holidays. Enjoy!” She hands you both your lanterns and you both walk down the stone pathway passed the tall trees and then you were where the clear skies were. Floating lanterns filled the sky illuminating the rippling pond. There were families, couples, all sorts of groups releasing their lanterns and the atmosphere just felt magical.
You made an agreement with one another to release your lanterns once you thought about something you wished for.
“What’d you wish for?” He asks.
“You know the rules. If I tell you, it won’t come true.” You flip your hair off your shoulders.
“You’re boring,” He says, pinching your nose. “Ready to release?”
“Oh, yeah.” You nod, eagerly.
“3, 2…1!”
You release, following your lanterns in the sky. They bumped and swirled against one another before disappearing in the sea of lights.
This confirms it, saying ‘yes’ was my best decision so far.
From your perspective, all you saw were the lights. From Eddie’s perspective, you were the light. A light brighter than any of the ones in the sky. You stared up and giggling to yourself at the beauty and he’s smiling to himself, lucky to see such a sight on you.
You glance at him, nearly missing his stare until you did a double take. You smile, curling up against his body, your head resting against his chest.
“You wanna get out here? I’m starving.” You sighed, hugging your arms tight around his waist.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“If I tell you, you’d probably look at me different. But for now, simply, I could eat some Italian.”
He kisses your forehead. “Let’s get you what you want.”
—————
You downed your third drink for the night. The nerves making you drink as you searched for a boost of liquid courage. Neither of you had ordered any actual food up until this point. When the waiter left, you let out a string of words in an attempt to carry the conversation away from sex. “I can’t believe I got a tattoo. What will my parents think when they see this?”
“Probably how awesome it looks and how they’ll wish they were as cool as us.” Eddie laughs only slightly tipsy.
“Oh, yeah, my parents would totally want tattoos of cats holding guns.” You snort.
He just looked so good. How on earth are you not supposed to think about sex when he looks at you like that? You didn’t realize you were biting lips and staring at him as he spoke until he stopped and chuckled. “You okay?”
“I’m fuck—fine. I’m fine.” You facepalm yourself mentally at the freudian slip.
“Someone’s got a dirty mind.”
“Oh, god.” You hide your face.
“I’m just playing around. I’m actually having a tough time not thinking about it either.”
“Maybe we should skip dinner and order takeout. I don’t want to avoid this anymore, Eddie. I want you to fuck me.”
Eddie nearly spat out his drink in shock. He must’ve heard you wrong? No way would you be this direct.
“H-huh?” His heart beat loud in his ears as he does what he can to focus on your words.
“I said, ‘I want you to fuck…me’. I don’t want to wait anymore. I need you.”
“Shit. If I’m being honest, I’m not sure if I can stand right now. That just made me so hard.”
“Don’t make me wait. I want to feel it.”
“How badly?” He leans in closer.
“So badly. I wanted it ever since I’d seen you this morning.”
“I wanted you ever since you walked in my dressing room.”
“Then, take me. Make me yours.” You were like horny teenagers again, ready to search for the nearest room to pounce at each other.
You wren’t planning on staying for the food. Dropping some cash on the, Eddie and you make your way out trying to keep your hands away from each other long enough so you wouldn’t tear at each other’s clothes in the middle of the restaurant.
———
Every red light was an opportunity to feel his lips on your, every now and then you’d palm the front of his crotch. He was so huge. You knew the first time he’ll enter you, it’ll hurt but you’d willingly take that pain over the aching you felt for him not being inside you now.
He was driving at a little under the speed limit, not wanting to scare you. His need was so strong that if he didn’t hold back, he’d slam on the brakes.
“Faster.” You whined.
“I don’t want to scare you.”
“Oh, now you don’t,” You groan. “Please drive faster. If I don’t have you, I think I might go crazy.”
“And you think I’m not going crazy with how needy your being. I want to take you in so many ways.”
“Then, do it. Right now. Fuck the hotel. Let’s do it here.”
“Y/n, not another word. We’re almost there.” He rests a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down in an attempt to soothe you but it only made everything worse.
You brush his hand away. “No! Don’t do that or we won’t be leaving this car.”
“Almost there.” He says, breathing heavily.
When you spotted the hotel in the distance growing closer you felt such a relief. The tension had consume you deeply and in return you absorbed it’s energy. Once the car’s parked, your hands are each other once again. You make way with his hairtie releasing his wild curls and tangling your fingers into them.
It was a good thing that as you stumbled through the lobby that no witnesses were there aside from the front desk receptionist who neither of you could care less for the situation.
The elevator felt like a long ride up to but it didn’t stop your wandering hands and exploring mouths. By the time you reached his room, you could barely let him stick unlock the door, pulling him into another kiss whenever he’d try.
“Just a sec, babygirl.”
“No mor waiting.” You whisper, breathlessly. Pecking his lips over and over.
“It won’t be long.”
You reluctantly release him from your grip and he turns to quickly and frustratingly unlock his room door. Once he’d managed to open it, it’s like an unholy spirit bestowed upon him. His eyes that glimmer with excitement now replaced with intense dark eyes.
You take in his shift in demeanor. It was enough to bring you to your knees and it did…at least it almost did until he’d wrapped his ring-clad finger around your throat, guiding you back to your feet.
“Strip for me.” He orders.
You swallowed hard but you knew you would listen with little ifs, ands, or buts. He releases you, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and giving you the spotlight. You remove your shoes first and showing off your legginess. Next came, the straps of your dress. You slowly move them down your shoulder, revealing your breasts before him. You’re given any room to feel embarrassed as he looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
While you allows your dress to slide down your body, you notice his hands unbuckling his belt, snaking it out of the loops of his pants; eyes still glued to your figure. You stood before him now in your lace thong, making the next move to remove them.
“Keep them on.”
He saunters over to you taking your wrists in his hands. You look up at him with doe eyes, curious and filled with desire.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“How do you it?”
“In any way you like. Just take me. Please.” You begged.
Wrapping the belt around your wrists and knotting it tight, you were at his mercy. That’s the way you both liked it. He guides you to the bed, you’re on your back with your tied hands above your head. You looked so ravishing before him. Submitting your body to him to do as he wishes. He won’t let you regret this. He aims to please you and leave you dumbified at the end of the night.
He starts by kissing up your legs, exchanging between the two. When he places a kiss on the top of your clothed covered pussy, you squirm in need as you’re reminded of the feeling of his lips between them. He dips a tongue into your bellybutton, chuckling as you moaned out loud.
He grips your side, squeezing as he adored your body. When he makes it up to your face, he kisses in heated passion. Busied by his talented mouth, you didn’t notice his hands push aside your under, dipping a finger into your tight, hot channel. He pumps away inside of you curling his fingers and wiggling it in spots that made you gush around him.
“Eddie!” You cried out, bringing your hands down to slow him but, with his free hand, he pins them back up over your head. Years of guitar and piano, had it’s perks for Eddie making him incredibly skilled at bringing a woman to tears from pleasure in a matter if seconds.
You were sobbing uncontrollably, feeling him the cold ring tap over and over against your clit. It was too good and mind-numbing to the point where you’d nearly forgotten you were in a hotel room where people can surely hear you through these thin walls.
When he pulls out, his fingers glistened, hovering over you. Your slick has the consistency of honey as Eddie spread his fingers apart to admire the way it dripped and clung to his finger. He tastes you, moaning.
“I love the way you taste, Y/n. Can’t wait to have more.”
You were dead. He’ll be using his fingers and his mouth down there and you were going to die from an overload of bliss. It’s not exactly a terrible way to die.
He slips your thong of you, inhaling its scent. God, even the way you smell was addicting. You were the death of him just as he were for you.
Turning you over on your stomach, he drags you by the legs, making sure you were bent over the edge; feet planted back on the ground. He spreads you wide, seeing your juices seeping from your puckering core.
He’ll mentally capture this moment. You bent over his bed with your perfect ass in the air. He gets on his knees behind you, toying with you clit with a few fingers and eliciting a broken record of moans. Then, his lips and tongue make contact and you began to ride back against his face in a desperate attempt to cum. His nails sinking into the flesh of your ass, enjoying the way you bucked against his awaiting mouth.
“That’s right, baby. Ride my face.” He rasps, smacking one ass cheek in the process. You groan, using the bed as leverage to rut against his face made for riding. His thick fingers are added back into the equation again, thrusting into you to produce more of your wetness. Whatever pours from you, he collects on his tongue wiggling around to drink of the aphrodisiac.
“You’re so fucking good, daddy,” Your eyes roll into the back of your skull. “You gonna make me cum so hard. Please.”
You throw a hand over your mouth, shoving your face into the mattress when you feel his long, fat tongue plunge into your pussy all while his finger played with your sensitive nub.
“Ohhh, unh my god. I’m close.” You pant, flashes of light spotting your vision.
He can barely talk. So invested on your pleasure solely, he couldn’t break his focus to speak when he wanted nothing more than to feel you quaking around his tongue.
“Eddie, oh fuck!” You came harder than you did the last time which was dangerous for you. You were hyperventilating like you ran a marathon as a wave crashed into you, causing your arousal to run down your wobbly legs.
He slurps up whatever he could, groaning at the aftershocks racking through your body that jolt you back against his face.
He stands to his feet turning you back to face him and your blissed and spaced out. You were boneless but alive.
You sit up once you recovered, sliding down the bed to your knees in front him; your hands resting on his pants.
“This is about you.”
“And this is what I want.” You unbutton the front of his pants, eyeing him as you did so.
You lower his pants along with his underwear, kissing his soft belly and the trail of hair. One more tug and he springs out of his confines, popping out like a 3D movie.
This is your first time seeing his dick. It’s obviously incredibly huge. Veiny cock with a pink engorged tip, super thick and long, you questioned how could any man be this blessed.
He’s mouthwatering. You take him in your hands, running the tip and base over your lips. You kiss his cock hoping it’s enough to express your craving of him. He stares down at you from above thumbs swiping sweetly across your cheek as you take him into his mouth.
He hisses. “Fuck, that mouth is good.”
He grips your hair, guiding you against him. Despite your hands being bound together you made it work. With the force of his thrusts and his cock hitting the back of your throat, you pump him in between these moments. Gagging and salivating as you’re attempts to swallow him proved to be a challenge.
“You look so fucking hot. Got your mascara running down your face trying to swallow me, little vixen.” He brings you all the way down, your nose hitting meeting his happy trail and taking in his manly scent.
He pulls out of your mouth, watching as you coughed at the vigorous throat fucking.
“Cum in my mouth. Wanna taste you on my tongue.”
“Stick it out for me.”
You do as he says, sticking out you the wet appendage to offer for his enjoyment. He run his cock back and forth over your tongue, then slams back into your throat again. Your lips stretching further to accommodate him and whatever your mouth couldn’t reach, you stroked energetically.
With his balls drawing in, you began to with them to the actions of your head bobbing.
“Aw, fuck, Y/n….don’t fucking stop. Such a good girl.”
He sounded so sexy, falling apart because of you. “Mmm, yes, baby. Yes. Show me how much you want it.”
You sucked harder, staring into his eyes daringly. You wanted his soul and he’ll gift it to you with a smile on his face. “Shit, shit, shit.” He chants in succession, flooding your mouth with his cum. You’re relentless as you continued to suck him off with fervent passion, drinking every last drop.
His knees nearly buckle. You were sucking him to the point of sensitivity and he felt like maybe his life force had been sucked away, too. He hadn’t even penetrated you and already he’s weakened by your touch.
You pull off him, looking like you were expecting more. He couldn’t be more proud at this.
“Can I have it inside me now?” You rubbed your head against his thigh.
“You want it hard?”
“Please, so hard.”
“I might ruin that tight little pussy. You have felt a dick like mine.”
“I can handle it.“
“Give me your hands.”
You extended you hands, he frees them from the restraints and you’re more than happy. You were rewarded with the permission to touch him.
“Should I get a condom? I’m clean but I’m not sure I’ll be pulling out if I’m inside you.”
“Don’t. I’m clean and on the pill. I got on it for you, hoping one day I’d get to have you. Thank you for giving me your cock, sir.” You kiss his thigh, you were a complete opposite of yourself. You could hardly recognize who you were but it was his affect on you which resonated so intensely with you.
You’re laid back against his bed. You complained of the amount of clothes, he still had on and he listens; throwing off his clothes. You love the way his body looked. He was covered in tattoos and he was had the kind of body that was fit yet soft enough for your to cuddle.
He wanted to watch your reaction once he slipped to you. Skin against skin, eyes locked. The engorged head of his cock pressed against your entrance.
“Tell me when it hurts, okay?”
You nod. He presses the tip into you and although you felt the burn of the stretch, it didn’t seem to bad. Until he’d knocked deep into you, splitting you open inch by inch. You’re eyes widen.
“Oh, my god. Wow. I’m being split in two,” You choked out, blinking back tears. No matter how wet you were, nothing could’ve prepared you for this. “Oh wow. Wow.”
He kisses at the teary corners of your eyes, circling your clit as he deep, slow stroke into you. You hear the noise of squelching build up as he pick up the pace, watching his mouth fall open at the feeling of you.
“So damn tight.” He growls.
You whimpered. The pain slowly dissipating to a bubbling pot of lust, love, pleasure combined. You dig you nails into his back, raking down on the freckled skin.
“It’s so good.” You mewled before capturing his lips.
Once he felt like, you’d gotten used to him. He’d gone rougher, heavy balls hitting against you ass as he pummeled into your sweet heat.
You closed your eyes, smiling a little at the feeling of him filling you over and over. You missed this feeling and you were most happy to know that it was him that would claim your body after so long being off men.
His chokes you, gently hitting a spot deep enough in you that made you yelp with every slam against it. He lit you up in ways that you didn’t understand. The lack of oxygen feeling euphoric. He releases his tight grip and you gasp for air only to feel it cut short once again.
He whispers the dirtiest things in your ear along the lines of ruining you for other guys and keeping you tied to his bed for the rest of the trip and it worked enough to have you spilling in his sheets.
“I’m gonna cum. Daddy, can I please cum?” You asked, your tone pornographic.
He hits up into your guts and you can feel him, prodding through your stomach, nudging the spongy button within you.
“Cum for daddy. Make daddy all wet.”
You weren’t sure how you would do that until you felt him reach a depth of you that flash your vision white and you screamed as the sensation built and built then released with a satisfying flow of wetness.
You whined loud as he bit into your neck, pounding and sloshing around in your pussy. You were clenching around him hard enough to keep him from thrusting with ease.
With one last clench, he spills within you not long after after you. Breathing heavily and stifling his whines, he wrings himself for all he’s worth within you, coating your walls.
You were being filled by a rockstar. By Eddie Munson. A man you admired from afar. A man you hated once. A man who you once considered as your friend. This very man made you cum so hard around him, making you already anticipate for another chance at this.
He stills inside of you with a satisfied sigh. You playing with the curls of his hair. The night had ended with a band, indeed.
He pulls out of you, the sudden lost making you feel cold again. With laying next to you, it isn’t to bad especially when he pulls you to his side to rest on his chest. He looks down, smiling at you. “You feeling okay?”
“I feel like I just experienced something so out of this world. I feel like a whole new woman!
“I’m thinking for the rest of the night I’ll continue to make you feel that way. Anything to keep my girl by my side.”
You tensed. “Your girl?”
“Y-yeah,” He laughs dryly. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”
You smiled, giddily. Maybe it was the butterflies in your stomach from those orgasms or overall having Eddie as yours but it felt like you were on top of the world.
“Of course, it’s okay, Eds. I’m your girl.” You kissed his sweaty chest, curling into him.
“Good,” He sighs his relief, squeezing you closer. “The night’s far from over just so ya know. I’ve waited patiently for you. I’m going to get my fill of you by the end of the night. If that’s possible of course.”
“Bring it,” You challenged with a smirk. “I was wondering if it was only a warm up.”
He chuckles, darkly. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now.”
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haircuts | tom holland
summary: for some reason, you let tom give you a haircut.
warnings: one dirty joke, talk of hitman (??) it's really just fluff-
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader
word count: 1.0k+ words
“why on earth did i agree to this in the first place?” you asked, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror.
“because i’m the best boyfriend ever and you love me,” he scoffed, as if it were obvious.
“mm, i’m thinking no.”
“doesn’t matter! no take-backsies!”
tom sectioned off your hair, gently pulling on it to tease you. he patted the top of your head, causing you to glare at him. “see, all done. well, with the first part.”
he paused, “wait, how short did you want it?”
“do a couple inches. 4 at max. i don’t want you to cut off too much and have nothing left for my barber to fix.”
“yes ma’am,” he grinned, and you simply rolled your eyes.
“seriously, don’t mess this upppp!”
“i’m an actor, darling. not a hairdresser.”
“then why on earth did you beg me to let you do this?!”
“…because i thought i’d be funny? and it is! it’s hilarious and i haven’t even started yet!”
“i swear to god, i’m gonna shave your head off.”
“hair, you mean?”
“no. head.”
“you can’t touch my hair,” tom said, waving you off. “sony owns it.”
you pressed your lips together, frowning at his triumph. “sony can’t own your hair if you don’t have hair,” you retorted.
“yeah, yeah. don’t be such a worry wart, love. it’s fine,” he insisted.
“jeez. just cut it already.”
“okay, okay! don’t rush the artist,” tom muttered, “it’s actually quite painful, the amount of faith you have in me.”
“well, considering that you’re an actor and not a hairdresser, i think i have every right,” you grinned, playfully swatting him.
“hmm. well, you’ll be eating your own word once you see your hair! but just in case,” tom added quickly, “don’t quote me on that.”
“yeah, okay.”
he took scissors to your hairs, just barely hovering over.
“wait!” you interrupted, turning around to face him, and then yelping again when you saw that the metal object was barely a centimeter away from you.
“hey! careful!”
“you stabbed me!”
“w-what? it didn’t touch you!”
“it almost did! and then i would’ve had no eyes!”
“that wasn’t even my fault,” tommy argued back, “you’re the one who spun around that fast. also,” he mumbled, “you wouldn’t have lost both your eyes. …just one.”
“sabotage,” you hissed.
“what? where on earth are you getting this from?”
you sighed, shaking your head. “i knew you were a hitman.”
he slowly turned to face you, quizzical. “wha- who would pay me to kill you? and what would they get out of that?”
“i dunno. are you insinuating i have no worth?”
“no!”
you narrowed your eyes at him, “murderer,” you whispered harshly.
“oh, wow, you got me there. because that is what i was hired for.”
“that would make a great movie.”
“huh? a movie? girlfriend gets stabbed in one eye by boyfriend- even though it isn’t boyfriend’s fault -and plot twist; boyfriend is hitman?”
“yes. precisely.”
“okay buddy.”
“yeah. it’d be a total block-buster.”
“…of course it would be.”
“yep. wanna know why?”
“why?” tom asked, giving in.
“because spider-man’s in it.”
he tilted his head, confused.
“you! you’re the lead!”
“hmm. i would make a good boyfriend. i’d capture that role perfectly.”
“what? no. you’d be the girlfriend.”
“then who’d be the boyfriend?”
“downey. duh. how else would it be a total block-buster?”
“well, i think it’d be one because i’m in it.”
“yeah, but downey.”
“but holland.”
“mmmm… no. fine. maybe a bit. the girls are crazy for you.”
“like you?”
“i wouldn’t say crazy. maybe momentarily fazed, but even that’s far-fetched. i’d say you’re the one who’s crazy for me.”
“well, you aren’t mistaken,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek, which in turn made you giggle. “wait, why’d you stop me?”
“oh, right. because you have to get my hair wet first.”
“ohhh. wait, really?”
“generally speaking, have you ever gotten a haircut?”
“yes!”
“okay then. anyways, do it.”
“sure,” he finished the last bit of his tea, before rinsing it out.
“what are you doing? why are you washing the mug in the bathroom sink? i feel like this is a valid question.”
“because i’m not trying to get tea on you.”
“wait, i don’t get it.”
once second you were nice, content, and dry. (well, as content as you could be.)
and the next you were soaking wet.
you looked up at him, jaw dropping as you moved your wet hair to one side of your face. “you. did. not.”
“what? you said you needed the hair wet!”
“so you dumped a cup of tea on me?!”
“no, i dumped a mug of water on you that was originally filled with tea,” upon seeing your face, he tried to amend, “but, hey, at least… you’re wet?”
“no. i’m not. this wasn’t arousing.”
“that’s not what i meant!”
“there was a spray bottle under the sink!” at hearing your words, tom turned around and open the cupboard.
“oh, yeah. there is. isn’t that crazy?” he pulled it out and started to fill it.
“well, how’s it matter now?”
“i just want to be thorough,” he nodded, causing you to glare at him.
“sorry.”
“liar.”
“yes.”
“okay,” you sighed, “c’mon short-stack, let’s get this over with.”
“i’m taller than you,” tom deadpanned.
“i’m… relatively… average hight.”
he frowned at that, but you continued, “you, kid, are also relatively average height. for a woman.”
“hey! i’m also older than you!”
“okay,” you shrugged.
“don’t test me, i’ll shave off your head,” he threatened.
“you’d never.”
he dangled the scissors in front of you, a smirk on his face. “watch me.”
“god! just cut it already!”
“okay, okay. impatient much?”
and because you were working on your anger management, you didn’t sock him in the face. you really considered it, though.
he snipped at your hair, grinning. tommy made you close your eyes the entire time, claiming that it had to be a surprise. surprise.
“ta-da! all done!”
it… it wasn’t terrible. it sucked, but it could have been worse. obviously, though, you weren’t having it like that to tom’s premiere tonight.
you inhaled, grabbing him by the sides of his face.
“this, babes,” a pause, “is why you should stick to acting.”
“in my opinion, it’s not half bad.”
“no, no, it’s definitely more than half bad.”
“beggars can’t be choosers,” tom said, closing his eyes and crossing his arms.
“i don’t think that works in this scenario.”
“hater.”
“yeah, okay.” you turned to your phone, which buzzed beside you.
your mouth fell agape, and your eyes widened.
leo (hair person)
i know it’s short notice, but something came up. so sorry!
you looked him dead in the eye; “where’s the razor?”
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prompt: “stop teasing me”
pairing: ten lee x fem!reader
warnings: suggestive, clothed grinding and teasing, dirty talk (kinda)
word count: 706
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“look, y/n!” yangyang exclaimed, shoving his phone into your face. “i ordered this shirt yesterday, what do you think?” he smiled brightly at you.
you chuckled at his excitement, his sparkly eyes warming your heart as he looked at the peace of clothing that he was showing you and sat down next to you, waiting for an answer.
“it’s nice. i think it’ll look good on you” you replied honestly, offering a small smile his way.
you heard a loud sigh and a grunt on the other side of you where ten was sitting. glancing at him, you notice a little scowl on his face which almost made you laugh out loud.
deciding to play along, you look at yangyang again. “don’t forget to send me a picture of how it looks on you”
your words made his eyes sparkle even more as he nodded eagerly, failing to notice the growing tension in the room which was caused by your very own boyfriend.
ten knew that there was nothing to be jealous or suspicious about you and yangyang. he trusted you both and you always treated yangyang like a little brother because that was the relationship you established with him ever since you met and it was completely normal and acceptable for everyone.
but although ten is embarrassed to admit, he is jealous of the attention yangyang is getting from you, even if it’s childish and maybe even selfish. he knows that. yet, he can’t shake this feeling off, because he just can’t admit that today he wanted your attention a little more, so the only thing he is left to do is to pout and hope that you’ll notice him.
later that night, when you returned back to your own house, you found ten still sulking with his arms crossed on his chest.
giggling quietly to yourself, you approached him, though he didn’t even spare you a glance. “are you mad?” you cooed, sitting down next to him.
“no” he answered quickly, still keeping his gaze forwards.
you sticked your head out in front of him, forcing him to meet your eyes. “jealous?”
he scoffed. “no”
you rolled your eyes and threw your legs over his, straddling his hips. ten’s eyes went wide for a second as he gulped from the sudden contact.
wrapping your arms around his shoulder, you wiggled on his lap. “oh come on, you know that yangyang treats me like a big sister, he’s still a kid in heart, he wants the attention”
ten hissed when you pressed down on his crotch. “i know”
“he’s been separated from his family at a young age, lost most of his childhood in the practice room, in a different country. you, from all people, should know better what that’s like” you continued while dragging your fingers from his neck down to his chest, feeling him relax more and more every passing second.
ten knew you were right, and it made him feel more like an asshole for getting visibly upset over this issue. but he was too damn stubborn to admit it, so he nodded his head before tilting it back and resting it on top of the backrest, eyes fixating on the ceiling, while his hands finally found its way to your thighs, though he only softly placed them on top, which annoyed you.
you took it as a challenge and started to grind yourself more on his crotch, his dick slowly becoming harder until you could see a visible bulge in his pants, while your hands burried themselves into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots and your lips leaving soft, wet kisses on his neck, showing a little bit more attention to the sensitive spots.
ten couldn’t suppress his sounds anymore. low grunts and moans slipping past his lips, eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into your thighs.
but when he lifted his head up and tried to remove your pants, ready to actually start doing something and take the lead, you swatted his hands away and smirked.
“nope. not so fast”
“oh come on” he groaned loudly. “stop teasing me” his last words came out like a whine which only made you smile more.
“oh baby, this is just the beginning”
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sugar
pairing ⋆ anthony lockwood x gn!reader. fluff.
synopsis ⋆ dancing in the rain with lockwood.
warnings ⋆ writing practice im trying to get better :) | wc: 0.7k
tags ⋆ @mitskiswift99 @afterdawnskies @novelizt @karensirkobabes @initialchains @eedwardss
♫ - so american by olivia rodrigo
rain was a beautiful thing. it helped earth grow and rehydrate, it was able to show emotions between aggressive and peaceful.
you sat on the couch staring as the rain fell onto the streets, wanting nothing more but to go out and let it fall onto you too.
“what are you up to?” you heard that familiar british accent behind you.
you ignore his question, “do you want to go outside with me?” you ask.
“it’s still raining.” he states, you rise from the couch, not realizing how close he stood until you were both inches apart.
“are you made of sugar, anthony lockwood?” you tease, his heart did summersaults at the way you said his name.
“maybe i am, do you want me to melt away?” he grins at you.
“i think it’s worth the risk.” you say, moving closer to his face, just to pull back and walk past him to grab your shoes, his jaw clenched as he felt blood run to his cheeks.
“you’ll get hypothermia.” he says your name softly.
“like i said, worth the risk!” you repeat, almost tripping while putting your other shoe on and ripping the door open to run out, he stares blankly, but quickly grabs his shoes and follows you out.
“you’re insane!” he yelled over the sound of rain hitting concrete, you stood in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up to the sky as water droplets covered your face, dripping down your neck.
he watched as your outfit darkened in colour from the rain, his grey sweatpants and blue shirt experiencing the same fate.
“just close your eyes and look up.” you whisper, you could feel his stare leave you as he complied with your request, you beamed at the sight of the way his shoulders relaxed as he let the rain run over him.
but soon enough he felt his hands being tugged away onto the street, water splashing into his shoes.
just holding each others hands, he watched as you jumped around, occasionally having him spin you or you making him repeat your silly dance moves. you’d hold hands and spin like a merry go round, you felt like a kid without a care in the world. he had to catch you on multiple occasions from slipping, his arm around your waist to hold you up.
as you stopped, your heart beating twice as fast you looked down the street, motioning to the calm effect the rain had on the city.
“isn’t it beautiful?” you sighed out, catching your breath.
he hummed in agreement, but he didn’t look down the street, he kept his eyes on your face. you could feel him staring when he had answered, could see out of the corner of your eyes the admiration in his face, your heart started to skip beats, as you turned to look at him, he didn’t look away despite being caught.
he sucked in a breathe as you reached for his wet hair, moving it out of his face, he watched you carefully, trying to anticipate your next move, he didn’t expect you to pull away and clear your throat.
you spun in a circle again, careful to not slip on the soaked road, your hair splashing him.
“you’re splashing me!” he laughed, you stopped spinning to start laughing with him. you didn’t even notice him bounce forward into a puddle, covering your legs with water.
“anthony!” you squealed, he grabbed your hand pulling you into the puddle in the middle of the road with him.
it seemed as if time froze as he pulled you against his chest, if you were to break eye contact with him you were sure the rain would be frozen in the air, leaving you and him in a universe to yourselves.
“can i kiss you?” he whispered, the sound of his voice almost getting lost in the rain, you brought your hands up to his cheeks and nodded.
his lips met yours, both wet from the rain, his hands tugged your wet shirt up slightly to rest his hands on your bare waist. water flooded your shoes but you didn’t care, the heavier the rain got the more emotional and needy the kiss got.
but you had finally discovered something better than the rain; kissing anthony lockwood.
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hello! if requests are open, can u do wet dream with kokichi but its all in his dream? and when he wakes up, reader is beside him aware of his dream bc he made noises in his sleep?? ty!!
—— hazy love . ; kokichi ouma
“ it was too much to kokichi, as an involuntary moan forced itself out. ”
— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you and kokichi bang in and out of his dream.
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut
— 𝐜𝐰 : cursing , dubcon themes , nipple play ( kinda ) , dry humping mentions , switch kokichi & reader ( reader doms cause why not ) , made with afab reader in mind but i'm pretty sure you can read it as gender neutral
— 𝐚/𝐧 : you have no idea how loud i mentally screamed in my head when i saw this . THANK U. i did this as a fast paced dream cause that’s how normal dreams usually seem for me , especially if it’s a good one.
kokichi awoke to a significant weight on top of him.
“ (y … y/n)? ” kokichi sleepily murmured. he looked outside. everything seemed so blurry.
it was still dark out, the moon apparent in the sky. he then looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 2 A.M. or maybe it was 3 A.M. again, his vision was really blurry.
the only thing that he could clearly see was you. you, towering over his scrawny form and pining his wrists to the bed.
“ h - hey!! (s - s/o)! — ” kokichi gasped out, his legs instinctively kicking around.
“ shh. shut up for a moment, will you? ” you replied with a small hint of feigned annoyance.
he felt you grind yourself against him slowly.
“ ahah~ … f - fuck … ” he groaned softly. “ you couldn’t even wait until i was properly awake? what kind of horny - ”
“ you’re one to talk. you’re the one who was humping my thigh when i woke up. ” you playfully smiled.
before he could retort, you smashed your lips against his — wasting no time in exploring his mouth as you dragged your finger against the hem of his pants.
kokichi's newly freed hand found itself tangled in your hair, pulling you closer and struggling for dominance. you tugged his pants down in reply.
kokichi shivered against his will at the newfound coldness against his bare legs. you noticed.
“ don’t worry. you’ll get warmer soon enough. ” you mumbled in the kiss. he felt his face get hot as you dove your tongue in harsher, taking him by surprise as you won the little scuffle.
you pulled off his boxers, kokichi’s length poking you close to the stomach. he flinched in embarrassment.
“ you’re being oddly timid right now. ” you teased, before sliding back in between his legs and pumping his cock at a slow pace. he felt sweat go down his temple.
you felt kokichi’s legs thrash around, his feet grabbing the sheets and pulling.
“ h - hey, don’t tease me! ” you heard him whine. his hands moved to force you to go faster, but you put up a hand as a warning. try and i'll stop.
his head thumped back onto the pillow, a groan leaving his mouth. a shaky sigh emitted itself right after, his hands fisting the silky sheets.
you rubbed the tip of his cock, gliding across his underside and to the slit.
his noises increased.
as much as he tried to pretend, you knew he wasn’t as aggressive in bed as he’d like to be. you knew how to put brats in their place, and he was your favorite one to tame.
you suddenly started jerking your hand faster, the surprise stimulation catching kokichi by surprise. he arched his back subconsciously.
“ nghh! agh, fuck, (s/o) … !” he cried out.
this was only a handjob. yet, he’s still screaming out your name like you were roughly riding him into the bed …
… which wasn’t a bad idea, actually!
you halted your movements and stripped yourself, kokichi mesmerized by your movements.
“ hurry … please. ” you heard kokichi pant out.
you undressed even slower.
finally, you leisurely walked back over and climbed on top of him. he sighed in anticipation as you lowered yourself down on his twitching dick.
kokichi watched as your hand went and pinned his hands above him. dammit, you were evil.
you started up a fast, rough pace ; forcing hoarse loud moans to escape kokichi’s mouth. skin on skin and kokichi’s breathy sounds filled the room.
your free hand circled around his chest, your fingers moving to his nubs. you pinched the left one, earning a small scream from kokichi.
why was he so fucking sensitive?
“ t - take it sloow!! jeez, you’re — ” kokichi started to mash his words together.
“ mhm. shut up. ” you shakily offered out.
you sped up. it was too much to kokichi, as an involuntary moan forced itself out.
he shut his eyes momentarily, and when he opened them …
… his vision started to become blurry, parts of the room becoming more focused.
oh, oh wait.
kokichi awoke to your arms wrapped around him and his body moving slightly against yours. he could feel the tightness in his pants and how warm it felt.
it was a dream. fuck.
his vision was slightly hazy, but soon became normal as he blinked a few times. he could sense that you were awake.
you, seeing that kokichi was awake, gave some words out to his light panting. “ aww, were you dreaming about me?~ ” you whispered innocently. “ you made some pretty cute noises there. ”
kokichi thought to deny it, but …
“ oh ~ (s/o), please!~ ” you mocked, a smirk on your face. your warm breath tickled his ear, a shiver running down his spine. “ maybe i should top more often! ”
kokichi muttered something rude at your words.
“ oh, you wanna play like that, huh? ” you sadistically pushed. “ then let’s get started, shall we? ”
and thus kokichi got his ass wrecked. the end
please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.
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The sweetest praise
Matt Murdock x reader
Summary: Well... guess the title and prompt says it all.
Warnings: semi-public sex, lots of praise, fingering and oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl), creampie
Authors notes: This is my first kinktober story and I'm already having so much fun. Hope you all like it ❤️
Unbetaed and unedited. We die like men.
“Hey sweetheart.”
He whispers, kissing just below your ear, immediately causing a shiver to run down your spine. He always has this effect on you, even after all this time.
His hand runs gently down your back as he steps out from behind you, letting you see him all dressed up. It’s a simple black suit with a bow tie, but it’s all Matt needs to make you weak in the knees. Honestly, he makes you weak even in grey sweatpants, but you’ll never get tired of seeing him dressed up like this.
“Sorry I’m late. Deposition dragged out. I hope you’re enjoying yourself?”
“Well, I was really bored listening to the district attorney. Almost made me leave.” You pout playfully before placing a soft kiss on Matt’s perfect lips. “Maybe you can give me a reason to stay?”
You step closer, adjusting his bowtie a little. With a smirk on his face, Matt leans in closer and you know he can hear how fast your heart is beating in your chest, giving away your thoughts.
“I could think of one or two things we could do. Dance… have a drink…” he teases, already knowing what you had in mind. He always knows. “Or I could fuck you.”
You whimper, not even trying to hide how easily his words affect you. His fingers on the small of your back dances teasing over the thin fabric of your dress, before pulling you flush against his chest. You’re already wet, and he hasn’t even done anything to you yet. With a cocky smile, Matt leans in to capture your lips, only fuelling your desire for him further.
“Come with me. Now.”
Unable to say no, not that you would want to, you follow him as he leads you through the crowd towards the hallway. The walk is agonizing, people stopping Matt to ask everyday questions. About his newest case, about trivial things you really couldn’t care less about. Matt shuts them down politely with a smile, pulling you with him when suddenly Foggy steps out in front of you.
"There you are, I've been looking-"
"Not now, Foggy." Matt shuts him down, barely looking in his direction as he drags you with him down the corridor. All you can do is shoot Foggy an apologetic smile, as you disappear through a door.
You barely make it into the room, before Matt kicks the door shut, pinning you against the wall, claiming your lips again.
“I missed you so much.” he breathes out between kisses, pulling at the straps on your dress, placing easer kisses on your neck.
“You saw me this morning.” You giggle, eagerly opening his shirt. You feel him smirk against you skin as he kisses up the column of your throat, his stubble scratching deliciously against your jaw.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t miss my good girl.” he whispers in your ear, knowing full well what praise does to you. He noticed that almost immediately when you started dating and have used it to his advantage ever since.
You clench around nothing at his words, desperate to feel him inside you. No matter how often he claims you, its never enough. The need you have for each other is like an everlasting fire, never sated, never dying.
When he kisses you again, it’s soft and tender, although his desire is visible. Matt groans softly, a deep noise that sends shivers through you. A noise you know you’ll never get tired of, a noise you’d want to hear forever.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing you, sweetheart.” He whispers as he breaks away, taking your hand as he leads you to a couch behind him. Even though you started your day of in his arms, you tremble with desire to feel him again, as does he.
You sit down on the couch, falling against the soft cushions. Matt pauses, licking his lips softly as he steps closer. “It’s days like this I wish I wasn’t blind, so I could see how beautiful you are, just waiting for me.”
He climbs over you, his lips instantly finding yours, before running his hands down to pull up your dress. Kissing his way down, his head dips between your legs, placing feather soft kisses to your thighs.
“Please,” you whimper, your whole body begging for him. Like the sweetest torture, he inches closer, kissing everywhere but where you need him the most.
“What does my beautiful girl need?” he says with a grin, already knowing the answer.
“You. I need you.”
You almost loose it when he pushes his fingers into you, curling them up, hitting just the right spot. With his fingers deep inside you, he teasingly kisses your clit before looking up at you.
“What’s that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Please. I-I need you.”
“You sure, baby? You don’t want me to-” he trails of, before licking at your folds, pulling the softest moans from you. When his tongue licks at your clit, you throw you head back into the cushions, causing him to chuckle. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Fuck me. Please, Matty. Please…”
Matt smirks, slowly pulling his fingers from your dripping heat. Sucking your essence of his fingers, he softly caresses your thighs with a groan before pushing them further apart.
“There’s my good girl, begging for me.”
Hovering over you, he slides the head of his cock between your folds, gathering up your slick. You beg for him to fuck you, to fill you up. And when he does, inch by delicious inch, everything else is forgotten.
“So pretty with my cock deep inside you.” he grunts as he begins thrusting. Slowly at first, but soon in an unforgiving rhythm. You meet his thrusts, wanting more. Matt groans as he feels the way your body craves him.
“Good girl, you’re such a good girl. So needy for my cock.” Your moans become louder than his and you pray that no one can hear you.
“You feel so good sweetheart. Takes my cock so well.” Matt is relentless, fucking you hard and good just like you need it. Like you crave it. His eyes are dark, fuelled with desire.
“Beautiful,” he praises, “So good for me.” The praise spill from his lips, as his hips snap against yours, his name spilling from your lips again and again. His final grunts become almost like a prayer, a prayer only for you. “Mine.”
The word burns against your skin, etches their way into your heart.
“You're mine.” His breathing is strained, hot on your skin, as his name fall from your lips like the sweetest song.
“I'm yours.” Your whole body is on fire and you can see the stars as you come undone.
“Mine.” Matt pumps you full, filling you to the brim with his cum. He goes limp above you, trapping you beneath him as he leaves soft kisses on your skin. For a moment you just lay there, his breathing ghosting your skin.
“I love you, sweetheart. You’re always so good for me.” he says one last time before he kisses you passionately.
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heyyy.
as a switch, sub soobin gives me literally butterflies.
can imagine him begging, but torturing him by not letting him cum. the way he would shake while you touch his cock and okay with his nipples
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gotchu <3
himbo!soobin and his obvious erections, can’t hide the huge bulge as he awkwardly shifts his shirt over it, only for your hand to grab his, talking him he knows better. and all blushy, nodding all obediently as he tugs down his sweatpants, stiff erection almost painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip down his girthy shaft. sitting on soobin’s thigh as you rub your wet panties against his sweatpants as he leans against the headboard, going to be a good boy~? telling him to strip off his shirt, loud whine of arousal as you clench your thighs around his, rubbing yourself for friction as you teasingly touch his nipples <3 soobin who moans so prettily, hands clenching the sheets as you smirk, pinching and tugging on his sensitive buds, ugh he’s already such a flushed mess and you haven’t even touched his dick </3 and sub!soobin who begs you to please, please touch his cock, hurts from how hard he is, needs you to !! leaning in, licking his nipple as you warn him to behave, his cute sniffles and teary eyes as he moans a needy ‘please,’ thigh flexing as he lets out a loud whine as you suck his nipple, blowing on his perky buds before sucking again, teasing the other with your small fingers, pulling and pushing in ><
and soobin who cums immediately when you roll your tongue over his nipple, couldn’t take anymore when you give him a hard suck, pop sound audible when you pull away, his hot cum dripping down his shaft and made a mess all over his sweatpants n crotch… and his reddening blush as he whimpers a sorry, couldn’t help it. your resigned sigh of disappointment, guess he couldn’t do any better~? riding his thigh as you stroke his cock, fast and so wet with his cum, soobin moaning and panting as his forehead rests against your shoulder, tears spilling from his eyes as he begs to cum, a panting ‘please’ repeated endlessly <3 and soobin who promises to be good, promises to listen better as he cums, hot seed spurting on his abs and on your hand, moaning so loudly, pleasure so much better when you do it <3 and soobin, covered in his cum, teary and all obedient… think he deserves your cunt yet~? begging for your warm pussy, tearily crying how much he wants to fill you up, make you feel all full ? and whispering in his ear, a smirk on your lips as his breath hitches… go out on the bunny ears and you’ll ride him… hmm, if he’s a good bunny, maybe you’ll let him touch your tits too~?
bonus; soobin who shyly comes back, wearing his bunny ears and all blushy… and the way he unconsciously thrusts up when you slide down on his big cock <3 so place his big hands on your tits, and bounce on his big cock ><
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Can you make more Halloween one shots I love them
Of course! And just so you all are aware, I’ve gotten and started on pretty much all of your requests and you’ll be seeing all of the ones on the list provided on my page! I’ve just been balancing reading, writing for a project outside of Tumblr/fanfiction and my usual mom/work shit!
And since you said you love my Halloween one shots, here’s a short little spook just for you, my dear!
Imposter
Warnings: creepy, spooky, quick smutty phone sex
Your phone rang, startling you awake from your nap. “Who the fuck is calling me!?” You groaned, your voice still gravely from sleep.
“Hello?” you answered, unable to hide your annoyance.
“Hey babe, it’s me.”
Part of your annoyance melted away, but not enough to let him off the hook. “Timothee where are you it’s,” you leaned up to check the time on the cable box. “7:30, we’re gonna miss the movie.”
“I know. I know. I’m sorry, babe. I promise I’m driving as fast as I can!” He was silent on the other end for a second before his voice transitioned to a deep, sultry whisper. “But how bad would it really be if we missed the movie and i just fucked you for two hours instead?”
Your body instantly reacted to his words and you immediately felt desire build in the apex of your thighs.
“Come on Tim, you really think you could last two hours?” You teased.
“Is that a challenge,” Timothee retorted quickly.
It was. And you could tell by the tone of his voice that it’d be one he was up for.
“Maybe it is. Hurry the fuck up and get here already.”
“Be there in twenty, I promise.”
“You better.”
You hung up the phone, feeling annoyed and turned on all at once. You let a hand trial down into your panties and dip into your pussy. You were already wet from the borderline phone sex you’d just had with Timothee. If it was really going to take him twenty minutes to get home, you might as well get yourself off a few times before he arrived. Then you’d be nice and ready for him to fuck your brains out.
You pulled your panties down and spread your legs apart on the sofa, swirling your juices around on your clit in a way that made your back arch and your toes curl. It felt good, but Timothee made you feel even better.
You whispered his name as you touched yourself and just as you were about to come, you heard footsteps.
“You ready to go, babe?”
You screamed, slamming your legs shut and pulling your panties up immediately.
It was Timothee.
But weren’t you talking to him on the phone not five minutes ago?
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Who are you?”
“What do you mean?” He laughed as he said it, like you were out of your mind. “I’m Timothee…your boyfriend.”
“No. No. Th-then who was I talking on the phone to before?”
Other Timothee arched an eyebrow and shrugged. “Maybe your dad?”
“Fuck no it wasn’t my dad. We were talking about sex!”
The phone rang and you let out a small shriek in response. You walked over to the phone, not taking your eyes off of Other Timothee the whole way. You used a single finger to press the talk button and hesitated for a second before answering.
“…hello?” Your voice shook.
“Hey babe it’s me again, there’s a wreck on I-90, that’s what’s taking so long. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back okay?”
Your blood ran cold and a shiver spider walked its way down your spine. The phone slid out of your hand has Other Timothee’s mouth curved into a sinister smile.
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8:55 pm
Johnny Suh x female reader / 602 words / angst / fluff / smut
Warnings: pretend cheating, pretend strangers to lovers, cursing, degrading, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding
Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact
Day nine of kinktober - johnny suh x role play
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Johnny chuckled at your whimpering state as you did you best to keep your lips sealed since you were in a public area, “You like that sweetheart?” He continued to rub his thumb in circles on your throbbing clit as you felt yourself soak through your new panties, “Can you boyfriend make you this wet by barely touching you, huh?” He taunted with a devilish smirk on his face.
The bathroom was empty, thankfully, but you knew it was only a matter of time till someone came in and hear your desperate pleas for release, “Fuck, no, never. Only you can make me feel this good Johnny,” You softly cried, tears almost falling down your cheeks.
“Gonna be a good girl and take everything I give you? I’ll send you back to your boyfriend with a stretched out pussy and a hand mark on your ass,” He chuckled, removing his hand from your soaked core to turn you around with your ass on display. He lifted up your short dress you purposely wore to get fucked tonight and moved your panties to the side, “You smell so good baby. Is this what a newly single women smells like?”
You weakly nodded, watching his large figure in the mirror as he pulled his pants down enough for his hard cock to spring out. Johnny ran the senstive tip against your folds, teasing you as you felt your legs begin to wobble from how amazing you felt regardless if he was inside you or not, “Please,” Was all you could muster out as he laughed in your face.
“Can’t even use your big girl voice. You can’t be fucked out already babe, I haven’t even started the main course,” He scoffed at your pathetic self before inserting himself into you tight core in one push. A choked moan escaped your red lips from biting them for the past hour.
“Good girl, take it,” He chuckled, thrusting into you from behind at an ungodly pace, loving your fucked out state in the mirror as it spurred him on to continue faster, “How are you going to explain this to your boyfriend, huh? How tight you were before to be loose after my big cock ruined you?”
Johnny and you loved role playing and would always do a night each month to pick a different scenario to spice up your sex life, and boy did it work. He contiued his assault on your throbbing core, feeling that you could cum any moment, but you knew better than to cum without permission.
“Already? We just started babe,” He scoffed at your weak state, “You hold it until I tell you. If you cum, you’ll fucking regret it. Hear that babe?” He scolded as you nodded in respond, not daring to try and speak full sentences.
A string of moans and high pitched whimpers left your mouth as he sped up his pace, ramming into you as if his life depended on it, “Gonna fill you with my cum. Let your boyfriend have a little treat when you arrive home. Maybe I’ll even get you preganant with my babies. Would you like that babe?”
You nodded your head fast as his dirty words, made you cry out with pleasure, “Fuck, cum babe,” He groaned out, stilling inside of you as he release his large load instead of your convulsing core.
He pulled out carefully to fix his pants before closing your core and putting your panties back on, “Don’t let a single drop out. Your boyfriend will love the surprise,” Johnny winked before heading out of the bathroom.
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Tasha bear who’s dating your sibling is obsessed with sending you pics and videos. She doesn’t care where or when she does.
You’ll be at the dinner table, her sitting across from you, flirting and holding hands with your sibling but she keeps looking at you. You’d been walking around in an oversized shirt that she could see your nipples through and short shorts. Of course you wore it on purpose because you love teasing her. She’ll go to the bathroom and moments later you get a few texts from her: a picture of her bulge through the grey sweats she wore, another of her thick hard dick now in her hand, ‘youre gonna take care of daddy after dinner.’ You spend the rest of the night pressing your thighs together, the image of the pictures she sent burned in your brain.
When dinner ends and everyone is finally asleep, she sneaks from your siblings room to yours. She finds you spread out in bed, a toy fucking into your pussy but you’re whining because it’s nowhere near as big as tasha and it just doesn’t fill you like she does. She still finds it incredibly hot, her cock throbbing as she pulls it out, already jerking herself off as she gets closer to you. ‘Does my pretty little girl need daddy’s cock?’ Her question making you whine again, eyes now on her. ‘Please, i need you, please.’ And she’s never one to deny you so in a matter of seconds she’s kneeling between your spread legs, her tip rubbing through your soak folds. She practically cries when she thrusts into you, the feeling of your tight wet walls nearly enough to make her cum already. The instant you’ve adjusted to her size she’s pounding into you, hands on your tits, playing with your nipples. She’s been thinking of this since she stepped into the house. Its so hard for you to keep quiet when she’s fucking you so well but your siblings room is right next to yours. Tasha spits a wad in your mouth, telling you not to swallow yet since its the only way to keep you from screaming her name.
It doesn’t take much for her to reach her peak, the thought of you alone could make her cum. You feel every twitch of her cock inside you and that accompanied by her harsh thrusts has you just as close as she is. ‘Fuck, little girl, gonna cum, fill your pussy up, breed you like the little slut you are.’ And she does, her warm load shooting deep inside your pussy, she didn’t even know she could cum that much but your walls squeezing her cock milks her for everything she has. You cum hard around her, letting out a moan louder than you have all night, making tasha slap her hand over you mouth. ‘Shhh, swallow daddy’s spit.’ Which you do, but that also makes you moan. She doesn’t want to be caught( or maybe she does), either way she can’t truly be upset about how loud you are, it just means she’s fucking you well and it’s an ego boost to know that no one else could ever make you feel this good.
Tasha of course doesn’t stop sending you pictures and she’s gotten you to start sending pictures of your own, most coming on the nights she’s not there to fuck you senseless.
at this point tasha bear should def break up with your sibling 😭 and god these were so hot, best christmas gift ive received this morning! and the pictures that they sent each other is so hot 😵💫😵💫 COULD YOU PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER ONE BUT TASHA TAKING A VIDEO OF HER JERKING OFF AND CUMMING INTO A TEDDY BEAR?? GSKCHSKSJUSUSHS
this thought made me crazy i can feel my pussy beating fast
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forehead kisses but it's the male being kissed on the forehead
dancing together, one of them takes the other’s hand, kisses it
with klaus hargreeves? :3
sorry this took so long aaaaaaahhhhh
You weren’t one to cry at weddings, really you weren’t. All it took, apparently, was seeing Sloane so happy. That’s what made you cry. You loved your sister, but there was always this quiet sadness to her, something you couldn’t quite name or place but you knew of it. Luther seemed to scare that away from her; her smiles more genuine, her laugh bigger.
You wiped your tear quickly, hoping no one noticed.
“Can’t help but see you get all weepy out there. What, my officiating skills too impressive?” Klaus teases as he approaches where you’re seated with your little shrimp cocktail.
“Yeah, made me cry how ill-prepared you were,” you shoot back, all joking.
He throws his hand against his heart and pouts, before reaching his hand out to you.
“What?” is all you can ask.
“What, what? Come dance,” he beckons.
“I don’t dance.”
“You will with me,” he says like it’s final, like he knows you’ll say yes.
You begrudgingly place your hand in his, and try not to shiver at the contact. He makes it no easier by placing a wet kiss to your knuckles, the same ones that punched him only a few days ago. How funny, how quickly things change.
One slow dance leads into two, and then two fast dances. Klaus is right, you do dance with him. He swings you around easily, making up steps as he goes and there’s a fluidity to how you keep up and match him along the way. It’s like when you were young and Ben would spin you around the living room or that summer you and Marcus took swing dancing lessons, only better. This time the steps didn’t feel clunky or misplaced, you didn’t feel like you were fucking things up.
Klaus is all smiles and limbs, pulling you into these moves with ease. He’s different, you conclude, than anyone you’d ever met in the best way possible. You’re hoping somehow that at the end of it all, you and Klaus get to have one last laugh together. Shame, that Kugelblitz and all.
“You look tired, I wear you out that much, partner?” his eyebrows wiggle as he asks, a low ball innuendo but you let it slide because you can tell the wine is going to his brain.
You nod, now being the one to lead him somewhere. His grip on your hand is loose, but he stays connected with you as you get back to your seat. He only pulls his hand away to adjust his chair as close as possible to yours. Klaus leans against you, his grasp of personal space being tenuous at best when sober, but you welcome his intrusion. He grabs another champagne flute from a waiter that walks by and hands it immediately to you.
“Thanks, Bub.”
He laughs and points across the dance floor, at Five jumping wildly to the music, narrowly missing Viktor and Diego as he does so.
“That little man is so confused,” you chuckle, and he nods against your shoulder. You fall into a comfortable silence, just people watching both of your families as they finally sort of got along. Maybe the end of the universe wouldn’t be so bad if you could just go out like this.
“Hey Klaus?” you break the quiet moment. He only hums in response.
“Nothing,” anything you wanted to say dying in your throat.
Instead, you turn your head slightly, and press a champagne tinted kiss to his forehead. You hand finds his knee, the plush velvet of his suit against your calloused palm.
There’s nothing else to say.
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It’s been a couple months since you posted this but I (21, she/her) would love to tell you how to touch yourself:
Start fully clothed maybe in bed or on your couch, somewhere you’re comfortable getting off. Scroll through your feed or blog for a while without touching. Both hands on your phone, read all those filthy things that turn you on. When you can feel yourself getting wet and start to squeeze your thighs together to get some relief, keep reading, don’t touch yet. When you’re really starting to get desperate take your shirt off, bra too if you’re wearing one, and cup your tits. Don’t touch your nipples yet. I want you to think about who you wish was doing this to you, or who you wish you could be doing this to. Now, take a couple of fingers and suck them for a few seconds. Swirl your tongue around them and feel the texture of your fingertips. Then take those fingers covered in your drool and pinch and pull your nipples. Feel how cold the air is against your saliva as your nipples harden. Now keep pinching, pulling, and twisting until you can’t take it anymore until you’re so frustrated and ready to touch your poor cunt that you could scream. Then take off your pants, leave your panties on for now. Gently, run your fingers over your clothed pussy. Can you feel your wetness through the fabric? Are you bucking into your own hand at the soft contact? Tease your cunt until you’ll have to peel your panties off, totally coated in your own slick. When you’re totally naked open your legs and close your eyes. Feel the cold air on your hot wet pussy. Now cup yourself. Don’t touch. Don’t rub. Just cup your hand over your dripping cunt until your fingers are as wet as your panties were. Then and only then, dip a finger or two into your folds. Circle your entrance and your clit, not too hard or fast just enough to keep you wanting more. After a minute or two you can push a finger inside or rub your poor throbbing clit; you’ve earned it. But don’t go too fast. I’m sure you’re doing so well baby. Are you getting close? Yes? STOP! Take a deep breath, taste yourself on your fingers, and cup your tits. When you’re ready, start again. Fingers on your clit or in your pussy rubbing, massaging, pumping until you’re about to tip over then edge and then, STOP! I know baby. I’m being mean about this. Take a breather, relax and think about who you wish was with you right now and then start again this time imagine that person touching you in the way you’re making yourself come apart. Keep going baby, you deserve it. Don’t stop this time. Give your pretty, desperate pussy everything it wants. As you cum think about that person you wish was there, doing everything you are and more. Moan, whine, cry, whimper, scream for them like they can hear you; I’m sure they’d want to. When you’re done be sure to rest, don’t forget to pee and grab a glass of water. You did such a good job baby💗
Omg anon <3 I will be putting this to use tonight 🥴
And I'll keep you updated
But for now just know that this ask alone made me (more) horny
Gosh just thinking about doing this is making me wet
Thank you anon
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