#the way i wanna be tickled fucking mercilessly is insanity
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#the way i wanna be tickled fucking mercilessly is insanity#i’m crazy#i’m fucking insane .#and just for it to be so bad you can barely take it pleading and begging for it to stop#but the ler just coos at u like ‘aww that’s not the safeword <3’ FUCKING CHRIST#no i need my brain to shut off please.#and when i get into silent laughter for them to just tickle harder till i finally start wheezing back into laughter😭😭😭😭😭😭😭PLEASE#and then them calling u out on how much u love this#OR EVEN . teasing u abt how wet this would get u😭😭😭😭😭#me if fantasizing abt a million different tickle scenarios a day was illegal#her <3
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Holly molly i dont know what im going to do in your Ask button but just wanna say hi and
gYm sEx 🌚
the "now answer my ask" was scary so here i am, writing the thoughts that came to mind with this idea 👁️👄👁️ @gwenchwana It's PAYBACK TIME UNNIE
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
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For real tho, Choi San with those insane body proportions. Slim waist, broad shoulders, lean yet his muscles are basically bulging out of his tight clothes.
Okay, so listen,-
San invited you out to go to the gym because he said that "wE nEeD tO pERspIrE aNd lOsE WeIghT!!!"
But when you got there, there's almost no people around, (he really picked a great time when he knew that the other gym users would be busy)
His eyes looked around the area before smirking darkly. An another idea of working out in his head.
What is that?
Of course, y'all have to fuck.
Hard and fast.
You know those yoga mats? Yeah, he'll use that as an excuse first, "Let's do some stretching!"
He is so enthusiastic, his eyes are bright and his smile is innocent, you would've never second guess what he was really planning.
So you get on with it, what you didn't expect was him manhandling you so you'd be under him, his leg going in between your thighs.
"I should've invited you here sooner."
Kissing you fully in the lips, forcing his tongue in your mouth before it slides down to your neck, harshly sucking on your sweet spot.
When you tried to push him away, scared that someone might see you two doing the freaky, man got annoyed, mercilessly tying your wrist in a 65kg dumbbell that was conveniently lying nearby using his towel.
"I'll do you whenever I want, you don't get a say in this. So shut up and be a good girl because surely, you'll also enjoy this."
And so he did ravished you on that cold mat. Ripping your clothes off, and boy is he so good in nipple play.
His tongue circling over your hardened nubs before playfully flicking it around, his sucks range from soft to rough. Might we add his hand that sneakily went down to your heat, spreading your legs wider and dipping a finger and teasing you endlessly.
He played with your wet pussy like that, not touching your clit nor entering a finger in you. Just lightly moving up and down your clit, and when he heard you beg for more, who is he to deny his princess?
Plunging two fingers in you, curling them abruptly, "Hear that? You're so wet for me baby."
He continues his ministrations, pumping his fingers in and out of you before wiggling them around like a tentacle, effectively exploring your insides.
Your body twitched, signalling that you're about to cum but he pulled his fingers out of you.
No time for complaints when he replaced it with his large cock, stretching your walls so well, bottoming out inside you until his tip hit your uterus.
"So tight for me."
He praised you, proceeding to pound into you like an animal. His expert dancer hips never failed to adjust at the exact right position that would surely graze your g-spot.
He always had his ways to make your back arch, sweet moans spilling out of your lips when you felt your high coming.
All actions stopped when you heard voices outside the door, getting closer every second.
In the blink of an eye, from the mat, you were suddenly transferred inside the bathroom.
You think you'll be able to breathe, but damn the neediness you felt due to the fact that your orgasm was denied for the second time that night was frustrating.
Your lovely, observant boyfriend noticed that of course. Not to mention, he really is not done with you tonight as well.
His hot breath tickled your cunt, him giving kitten licks in your drenched hole,
"Now, you have to be quiet princess, unless you want to give 'em a show."
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I read your s/o who likes to read hcs and was wondering if you could do the same request format or whatever it is you'd call it but with terishima,akaashi, iwa, Oikawa,and Daichi? Sorry if that's a lot! -anon
with a s/o that likes to read (part 2)
— iwaizumi, oikawa, terushima, daichi, and akaashi
word count. 1.4k
genre. fluff
note. i made these ones shorter than the ones in part two because anon requested a lot of characters and i didn’t wanna run out of headcanons to write,,, i hope you still like this though!
part one here
IWAIZUMI.
- will read the books that you’re reading just because he likes the feeling of being able to bond with you over something you love since you’re so supportive of him already (literally the perfect man. perfect bf. give me a kiss rn RN!!)
- maybe not all of them, but if you get him hooked on the description, then he will probably finish the book faster than you
- if he doesn’t like a book very much he’ll take ages to finish it though
- if you ask him about how he’s doing with reading it he’ll be like “oh i’m almost done” when in reality he’s only 20 pages in
- he’ll send you texts about the books you recommend but they’ll be super blunt like “this character just died” or “oh they kissed”
- you sit at your phone for 20 minutes debating on how to respond to those because HOW??
- he loves cuddles,,,, would literally die for cuddles
- so when you climb into his lap with a book in hand and bury your head in his neck as you read his heart literally malfunctions
- his cute s/o with their reading obsession that he secretly finds so endearing climbing into his lap for cuddle time,,,,,, his heart goes &2:$84!;💞💖💘💖💓💖💞/):&38,
- iwaizumi.exe has stopped working
- but he’s also not afraid to pull you into his lap if he sees you reading on the couch
- he’ll probably put on a monster movie and just hold you as you read and he watches
- probably also buried his nose in your hair and revels in your scent (also kisses your head every so often because he can’t help it and AHHHH HES SO CUTE)
- when you start sending him messages about your books, he will attempt to respond to every single text or he will just wait until you’re done and text back with “u done?” (not in a mean way though) there’s no inbetween
- he’s smiling every time you send him those texts though
- aoba johsai’s volleyball team (ESPECIALLY OIKAWA) teases him mercilessly if they ever catch him smiling at his phone in the locker room or during class or during lunch (basically u text him a lot lol)
- sometimes when you slam your book shut and scream into your pillow, he will just watch you with amused eyes and probably make an offhand comment that’s similar to “remember to breathe while you’re at it.”
- you end up throwing the pillow at him (which he catches and then proceeds to walk to where you are and swing you over his shoulder)
- get your mind out of the gutter on the “over his shoulder” part i swear he’s just teasing you for throwing a pillow at him (I CAN FEEL YOUR MIND WANDERING STOP IT)
OIKAWA.
- he makes an effort to read your books, really he does
- he’s just really busy, so most of the books he promises he will read stay only half way read through and never picked up ever again
- if you give him a sci-fi book though, this man will literally finish it at an insane pace
- literally he would be the one to text you at some ungodly hour (usually 3AM in the morning) because he just finished the book in one sitting and he’s literally brimming with reactions
- will text things like “WHAT THE FUCK HE JUST DIED”, “YN SEND HELP I THINK THEY’RE ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID”, “OH MY GODDDD I HATE THIS BITCH CAN THEY STOP TALKING” (always in all caps whenever he’s reacting to a book)
- you better pray that he doesn’t end up hating a character because he will text you every single time they show up on a page and complain about them
- “this character reminds me of ushijima why would you put me through this 🤕🤕”
- or “THEYRE TALKING AGAIN?? WHEN WILL THEY GET THE MEMO THAT I WANT THEM TO . ST F U ‼️😻”
- anyways, if it’s not sci-fi, it’s probably sitting on his nightstand and never touched again until you steal the book back
- CLAIMS he tried reading them (he got 2 pages in and then put it down)
- he is also a huge cuddler
- but you will not be able to read in his lap because he’s so fucking whiny
- “y/n-channn pay attention to meeee. you can read about that insanely hot dude in your book when you’re not already sitting in an insanely hot dude’s lap”
- big pouty face
- it works every single time and you hate him for it
- once you put your book down he will not let you go for a good ten minutes
- he also has tons of pictures of you reading on his phone because he thinks you’re so cute and feels like he has to snap a picture so he can remember how cute you looked at that very moment
- a lot like iwaizumi, oikawa will attempt to reply to every single one of your book related texts (except oikawa succeeds at replying to every single one)
- like you could literally send him fifty text messages in a row and you will get fifty replies back
TERUSHIMA.
- i am so sorry to say this but i genuinely cannot see terushima being interested in your books whatsoever
- he thinks that it’s boring and always questions how you can just sit down for hours on end and just read
- this changes when you give him one of those insane, mind-boggling, really dark, murder-mystery books
- he’ll scoff at it but after a lot of begging on your part, he’ll give it a try
- he loves it
- he told you that he never got bored and that feeling like that while reading a book is so weird to him
- that is the only book you’ll ever get him to read though (okay maybe he’ll read a few more if you beg him for it with that cute pouty face of yours that he cannot resist)
- like he’ll treat that murder mystery book as a holy grail and insist that nothing will ever top it
- i’m sorry again but he probably texts you “what u doing rn?” and if you say something about reading he’ll try to get you to do literally anything else (most likely will send a horny text to try and steal you away from your reading, let’s be honest here)
- “come over baby you can experience all that you’re reading in that book first hand 😏😏😏”
- if you send him text reactions of your book he will most likely reply with “awe babe ur so cute” but not say anything about the books in itself (IM SORRY HE’S NOT MEAN ABOUT IT THOUGH)
- cuddling with him while reading will never happen
- seriously
- he will do everything in his power to get you to put the book down
- like start peppering you with kisses or tickling you
- he just can’t stand sitting down in silence for so long lol
- he doesn’t put you down for reading though
- like yeah he might not understand it and thinks it’s boring, but he admires that you care so much about it and also admires your commitment
DAICHI.
- admires you for reading honestly
- like i feel like he’s the type to get really good grades but will not look at a book that he hasn’t been assigned to read for his life
- that being said, he probably has never read any of the books you ask him to read with you
- he’s told you he’s read one or two which is a lie (you know it’s a lie but you don’t tell him that because you know he feels bad about not reading them)
- he isn’t on his phone often so most of the time your texts don’t get answered for hours
- it’s kinda fun that way though because after a while you just start sending him long text threads and it’s like talking to yourself
- when he does respond it’s with something like “you look like you had fun there” (after that he’ll apologize for not seeing it and then ask if you had anything else about the book that you wanted to tell him about AWEHISHFNF)
- very good listener!! he’ll try and have a genuine conversation about the book even if he hasn’t read it (like if you want to talk about how you think the plot doesn’t work, he will either support you or give you valid reasons that sparks constructive conversation)
- will absolutely never see the texts you send at 1AM (until the morning) because he always passes out before 11PM
- will see them in the morning and will text back “well good morning to me”
- he has absolutely no clue what you’re talking about in the texts but tries his hardest to be supportive
- cuddling while you’re reading happens nearly every single time you’re together
- is very stressed from dealing with his volleyball children so he’ll more than happily sit on the couch and cuddle with you as you read
- sometimes he falls asleep while you cuddle and you just snuggle into him and it’s so cute
AKAASHI.
- THIS LITTLE SHIT
- man oh man he loves acting like a smart ass whenever you text him about your books
- you’ll be like “my favorite character just died!!” and he’ll be like “well tell them to not die then wtf”
- will stay up late texting you about your book though because he’s most likely reading it with you so you two can bounce ideas off of each other
- if you like a character that he hates he will not hesitate to start a debate about why you shouldn’t like that character (full one page of reasons. this man takes his opinions very seriously)
- if you’re together at his house or something and you start yelling at your book he’ll be like “y/n don’t hurt its feelings.”
- you momentarily pause your yelling to deadpan him
- he stares right back
- “just be nice.” (you’re like BWAH???)
- HE ALSO YELLS AT HIS BOOKS THOUGH
- it’s uncommon but it does happen
- if you’re both reading or you’re doing homework and he’s reading, he’ll slam the book shut and yell about how stupid this character is (and when i mean yell, i mean yell)
- and if he doesn’t like the ending of something he will rant for days and you’ll have to remind him to take a breath
- he gets so hyped up from reading books it’s so cute
- will read with you when you cuddle read (does that make sense??? like when you cuddle with him while reading)
- will mumble things under his breath while you’re both reading but you’re on his lap so you can hear everything and you just laugh
- one time he mumbled “stupid bitch just fucking die already” to this character he hated
- you had to put down the book because you were laughing so hard
#oikawa x reader#oikawa headcanons#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi headcanons#terushima x reader#terushima headcanons#daichi x reader#daichi headcanons#akaashi x reader#akaashi headcanons#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons
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pairing: Jungkook x Reader
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUWkGio9teI
“Fuck, not again…” “move!” “It’s okay Hana we got this”-he heard you talking under your breath and hitting your legs frantically on the couch out of frustration.
“Nooo!”- you whined when Jungkook took your controller out of your hands and flicked your nose.
“babe, it’s literally almost 3 am, what are you doing?”- he chuckled. Voice still laced with sleep, a little groggy and weak. After whining and throwing a little tantrum you finally rolled over onto your back and faced your boyfriend. He was standing by the foot of the couch, wearing a pair of old sweatpants and glasses. Nothing else. His v-line was showing from his baggy sweats barely holding up on his thin waist. You gulped a little and from embarrassment looked down, laughing.
“I’m playing overwatch, what else does it look like?! It’s all your fault you know? So don’t…”-you didn’t get to finish your sentence. Kook caught your flustered gaze and how your big blue eyes traveled all the way down from his glasses to his waist so he took the opportunity and splayed your legs open a little to lay in between.
“What was it you were saying again..?”- he smirked looking up at you from his position. He smiled after catching how pink your cheeks have gotten and how big your eyes were turning from a sudden intrusion and then laid his head down on your tummy. All of a sudden he was clutching your shirt, well, his t-shirt you were wearing, and slowly hiking it up, inch by inch.
“Kook what are you doing..”-you couldn’t let but slip a little whimper when you felt his cold long fingers touch your ribs and then plant a chaste sweet kiss to your navel.
“It’s late and you have to be in the studio early and I…”
“Shhh babygirl let me make you feel good”he whispered and continued his ministrations. His long black hair was tickling your sides as he kept peppering kisses all over.
You giggled. “Kookie, stop, it tickles”
All of a sudden he sat up and gave you a stern look, jaw clenching.
“Y/N. I was waiting for you in bed for almost two hours. You never came. And then I come out here and see you like this, just in my t-shirt, laying on the couch, making those pretty little whiny noises from playing a stupid game, and then you dare give me that innocent big-eyed look looking me up and down and now you want to say its late?”
You got quiet. He wasn’t even playing around. What got into him?
“Kookie I…”
“Nuh uh, don’t call me Kookie when I’m trying to get in your pants babe”
Now that made you shut up. You felt blood rush into your face, hands that were holding his wrists all of a sudden shaking… from anticipation.
“Yes sir…”
“Good girl.”
He chuckled and spread your legs a little more, pushing your clenched thighs out. He then proceeded to take one of your legs and put it over the headrest of the couch. You got even more embarrassed, all spread out and open for him like that.
You felt chills run down your spine and cold hit your already soaked panties.
He took your hands from your face you were so desperately trying to hide.
“I want you to look at me, okay baby? don’t close your eyes. Can you do that for me?” He cooed and pinched your cheek with childish admiration.
You nodded right away, a little too eager maybe even. He put his two fingers on your lips, sign to open your mouth.
“Ahh what have I done to you babe…” he closed his eyes from satisfaction of having you take his fingers all the way into your mouth with a swirl and pop. Your knees were begging to close, you couldn’t help but try to bring your thighs together to get some kind of friction, but he stopped you in your tracks.
“Nuh uh uh babygirl. Behave.” he slapped you on the core ,where you needed him the most at the moment, and grinned at the whimper it brought out from you.
“Yeah? You want me that bad, Y/N?”he put his big hand on one of your inner thighs to keep you spread open. Then he brought down his other hand and finally touched you. He massaged you slowly, painfully slowly and you couldn’t help but roll your hips to try to get him to go faster. He just tsked and slowly brought his other hand that was resting on your inner thigh before to your face. Caressing your cheek he then trailed it down to your throat and lightly wrapped his thin long fingers around it pressing down just enough to warn you for what’s to come if you defy him again. But you couldn’t help, the slow pace he had on your bud was not enough so you whimpered more and more, moving more and more. He put more pressure on your core, sliding your soaked panties to the side and sliding his index finger in you. His hold on your throat tightening which made your eyes roll in the back of your head.
“What have I done to my pure innocent angel huh…Is this what you like now babe? Being chocked by your lover while he fucks you with his fingers deep and fast?” You whimpered, unable to say anything cuz of his grip on you. He let go all of a sudden, causing your whine of unapproval. But he slid down and laid between your thighs, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, glasses fogging up a bit.
Jungkook liked to be in total control in bed and you didn’t mind, being his sub turned you on. But sometimes he would get in one of those moods when he wouldn’t let you touch him without his approval and it annoyed you a little. You were too spent and turned on to even say anything so you just brought your hands down and cupped his face, taking his glasses off and sliding your hand over his neck and collarbones, a little timid, scared he would make you stop and punish you, but he just smiled. Soft, loving smile, not his Dom smile.
“ I still remember the first time we hooked up babe.” he ran his hands up and down your sides, all of a sudden taking your shirt off.
“You were so inexperienced, so fragile, scared even…”he threw your shirt to the floor.
“I remember first time I fucked you.” His words were making you blush even more, your heart racing.
“I can never get that feeling out of my head. Touching you for the first time was insane. I had so, so many emotions built up inside me and getting to finally make you feel physically loved was…insane” he squeezed your left boob tenderly, running his fingers over your hard nipple, smiling from how you shuddered.
“Now look at you. It’s been so long but you still seem so innocent and small and fragile, and you still make me lose my mind every time I see your legs shake like that because of me.” The need in between your legs was getting too much to bare. You put your hand in his hair and nudged him a little.
“Now look at you, so needy for me. What do you want babe? Say it.” He smirked finally touching you again.
“You…”
“What do you want me to do babygirl?” You could feel his hot breath right above your wet entrance, squeezing around nothing.
“I.. I….”
“Shh, don’t be shy baby, we both know how dirty you can be”
“I want your tongue…on my pussy”
He gave your entrance a little smack, took off your panties and dived in. The way he was licking your folds and eating you out mixed with the after mess his words left in your mind got you shaking in seconds. You were trying to squeeze your legs together from how sensitive you were getting but he wouldn’t let you. He was eating you out like a man starved. Right before you were about to cum he stopped. You had tears tackling down your red cheeks. You couldn’t even say a word to be angry with him for edging you so badly so you just slayed there, still shaking, tears spilling from your eyes.
“Aww, baby, I have ruined you so badly.” He looked up and cleaned off his chin and lips with the back of his hand.
“sometimes I feel guilty for taking your innocence. Would your parents still like me so much if they knew what I did to their babygirl in bed..?” He was fingering you mercilessly again, lips close to your ear, whispering.
“Would they approve of me still? I can’t believe I have made you so dirty and needy…”
“Kook, I can’t do it anymore, I need you, please…” his eyes widened at the usage of a nickname, but he let it slide seeing how blown your eyes were and how you were writhing underneath his touch.
“Take it babe” he gritted through his teeth.
“Wanna ride me?” he asked taking you by shock.
He flipped you both over, you were now straddling his waist. You just realized his sweats were still on, stained from your wetness. You could feel how painfully hard he was right underneath you, bucking his hips up from need. You helped him get out of his pants and eagerly straddled him again, slowly sinking down on him. No matter how many times you did this you could never get used to seeing him underneath you, so beautiful, so spent from need and want, all yours. You opened your eyes and saw his head lulling back on the couch, exposing his gorgeous neck and all of a sudden you got a terrible urge to wrap your hands around it, but you didn’t want to cross a line. You didn’t know what to do with your hands in the moment so you put them on his chest.
“Go on baby, you can do it” your eyes widened at his words. Did he notice what you wanted to do?
He didn’t wait and took one of your hands and put it on his neck urging you to go harder. You were still a little nervous until you felt him twitch inside you and let out a strangled moan. He was enjoying this. Ultimate Dom Jeon Jungkook liked to be choked by his girlfriend…wow. You were just getting into it when he flipped you again and turned you around
“I won’t last much longer babe”he rasped out and pushed your head into the couch perking your ass up and slamming inside you. He was going rough, abrupt, deep thrusts, making you cry out both in pain and pleasure.
“Are you close??”
“Yess, please kook, touch me please I want to feel you close to me..” you were never really vocal in bed, but his crazy pace was making you lose your mind. He gripped your hair and pulled you up by the arm, wrapping his right hand around your throat from the back and gripping your waist so tightly with his left that it would surely leave bruises. After couple more deep thrusts you felt a knot in your stomach come undone and you felt him twitch inside you and you were both cumming. He slowed down and kissed your spine, letting you fall forward into the cushions and pulling out from you.
“Babe, we’re gonna need a new couch…” he chuckled sitting you up and looking at the mess you both made on your velvet couch.
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boyfriend — prologue | s.m & t.h
warnings: cursing, smut, angst, drinking.
prologue | part 1
The term that describes exactly what’s in between the boys is quite a mystery.
They’re far from being friends, but they’re also not declared enemies. Well, that’s what Harrison or Brian would probably answer if you ever ask them what’s the problem between your best friends?
Around the college, it’s rare to see them actually arguing or coming for each other by the corridors or in the few classes they have together. But if you want to see things heating up, make sure you attend to the ‘friendly’ football match the guys from the Empshire University every friday after 5pm — when classes are over and the pitch is ready.
It sounds childish, just like any regular boyish action if you may, but the atmosphere gets immensely heavier whenever both of them are playing in opposite teams. With that, you cannot say that Tom and Shawn aren’t exactly very similar, actually. Both competitive, both popular among people in college, both intelligent and passionate about art and its different forms. Oh, both annoyingly handsome in a way it gets most of the girls angry for not having a slight chance to trap them up onto a tightrope and call them boyfriend.
They both love going to the beach, having two or three bottles of beer and spend the rest of the day watching random sports on the TV when the day is free.
But there are certainly lots of things that drifts one away from the other.
Tom is a golf stan while Shawn is head–over–heels for hockey, for example.
Shawn is a helplessly romantic type of lover, might show up at your door and promise your parents he’ll drop you back home by 9. Long walks by the seashore under the moonlight — after buying you your favourite ice cream and complimenting your beautiful sundress, how amazingly well it fits you and highlights the colour of your skin. Shy touches, random love quotes and mentions of beautiful poems. Talks with you about dreams, about life and family, plans for the future. Wanna know the bands you like and what’s your favourite song ever. ‘Where’s your last name from?’ ‘What’s the class you like the least?’ ‘Do you love what you study?’. Timid & indirect flirting phrases — so he knows if it’s mutual by the way you either melt or step away — and wears his best cologne, hoping it’ll spark something inside of you. Typical Shawn Mendes.
Tom, however, seems to be a lot more direct. If he wants you, he’ll sure let you know — probably through a joke, with a playful tone that carries all the sincerity. Festivals and crowdy — yet cozy — hangouts where you can both have an amazing time. Wants to get to know you better, making sure you know he’s paying attention to every word that comes out of your mouth by the way he looks at you so deeply, eyes shining as his irresistible smirk draws his lips. Laughs and happiness are priorities; soft but assertive touches on your hand as he walks beside you so you can notice he wants to hold hands with you; takes you to watch the city lights and goes crazy with you as your favourite song plays on his car’s radio. Stares at your lips intensely and dies inside whenever you poke your tongue out to lick them. Such a sucker type of lover, but you’ll only find it out if you stay long enough for him to trust you. Will make up dramatic scenes out of random situations to earn a laugh and wave you goodbye at your door, watching you disappear inside as he hopes your perfume is stuck on his cloth. Typical Tom Holland.
In between so many similarities and differences, there’s still a thing that connects Tom and Shawn more than football games and college classes.
Her.
When her frame crosses the rooms, it’s game over for both of them.
It’s ridiculous the way that she gets two grown–up men drooling for her effortlessly doing nothing more than just being herself. Call her a liar, but she swears she doesn’t sway her hips more intensely whenever she walks in front one of them. But it doesn’t matter, she could walk steady like a rock and it’d still light up a fire inside their boxers — to avoid saying heart because feelings aren’t part of the deal. It took a good while for her to surrender and stop messing around, finally step up and give them a try. She always found funny the way they’d always try to impress her or melt her heart with their most incredible skills and stronger personality characteristics during the parties, or outside class begging to walk her home — getting nothing more than just her number, and then getting nothing more than a quick single response.
No wonder why Tom enjoys reliving so much the day she finally softened up.
“I’ve never imagined you’d be like this.”
“Like what?” Tom asks, moving tortuously slow as his grip strengthens.
“Kinky.”
She’s smiling so devilishly that he can’t help but do the same, squeezing the back of her thigh as he bends it more until the front part clinges to her boob. Like this, he gets more space to thrust into her deeper while he does his best to move closer, eyes glued on hers and lips brushing together with every push of his.
“Does that mean you had wet thoughts about me?” Tom whispers, feeling his mouth tickling hers as he rolls his hips unhurriedly. She gulps, enjoying the sensation of taking him inch by inch easily, once he’s getting soaked by her wetness and it makes his cock slide in and out deliciously.
Everything’s so deliberately intense that he can feel her core gradually swelling more, his length completely tightened inside of her warm heat holding him so delightfully. Even in his wildest dream, he’d never pictured this moment so perfectly with her looking so messily gorgeous under him. He’s sure amazed by her beauty, and now it seems to increase more his crush for her, if that’s even possible.
She’s taken by surprise, noticing her throat going dry and chills taking over her entire body even though the temperature is hotter than hell. Tom never thought he’d see her weakening, but it’s not only real. It’s also priceless to watch her lips parting and eyes widening softly, pleasure mixing with the awe as he hits her g-spot with a forceful shove — which makes their skin slap together so loudly that it wouldn’t be unpredictable to get a knock on the door soon after.
“You’ve never answered my question, darlin’” He says sexily, capturing her bottom lip in between his teeth and sending her another hard stroke. She moans desperately, feeling the knot forming deep back in her pussy already supplicating for relief as it pulsates vigorously.
“Fuck, Holland,” Closing her eyes, she exhales sharply and takes a handful of the hair right above the nape of his neck. The other hand flies to his chest, scratching his flesh as it gets embellished by burning stripes of red. The strands of his chocolate hair are already a mess, making him look even more wrecked and sexy and his eyes are so dark that it matches with the atmosphere of the bedroom. “I just—”
“Just what?” And the bad thing is that his accent makes it all even worst. It’s impossible for her to resist the unmistakable sound of his voice — so unique and so sweet, but now washing her with desire as his tone falls one or two octaves and becomes low, raspy. Tucked deep inside of her, he makes quick and strong movements, knowing that he’s massaging her sensitive spot mercilessly by the way she starts squirming helplessly. Her moans turn into frantic cries, and Tom follows her because he can’t control himself and because he knows she loves when guys are loud also. He feels his cock throbbing just like her soaked walls around him and her hands instantly grab the headboard, while his fingers release her leg to curl around her throat. “Can’t even form a decent sentence, can ya?” He laughs under his breath and she swears she’s seeing stars beneath her eyelids. “Open your eyes, I wanna see you while I make you squirt all over my cock,” Tom demands, pressuring her throat a little bit more and as soon as she opens her eyes, it’s authomatic: they roll to the back of her head and flutter close again. “Open. Up.”
With a huge effort, she does it lazily and finds his eyes already glancing at her. The moonlight breaking through the window is enough to illuminate their features enough for them to watch each other insanely dissolving in pure pleasure. There’s a glisten of sweat highlighting his defined abs and his hairline just like it’s also showing up on his lips, and she wonders if his tongue never gets tired of licking those pieces of plump skin everytime she clenches around him suddenly. Unexpectedly, Tom kisses her with a fiery craving and proves her wrong. From afar or licking inside her mouth, his tongue won’t ever get exhausted of teasing her. And she’s thankful, because the taste of sex stuck on their lips is insatiable.
“Want to cum?” Tom breaks the kiss to ask through gritted teeth, feeling her gulping underneath his palm and she looks so damn beautiful all fucked like this.
But she only nods.
And he shoves his dick strongly at a point she thinks she’s never been hit this deep before, consequently letting her jaw fall in a silent scream.
“Betta use your mouth before I do.”
“Yes, daddy.”
That was such the perfect way to start the summer vacation, and that’s something they both know for sure. The bikini marks on her body contrasting with the rest of her tanned skin would remind her daily of a steamy week on the beach, definitely warmer in bed than on the sand.
But by the end of the hot days — not naughtily speaking this time — the summer rain came to say and brought her a calming mood. A calm someone.
She’s barely audible with the heavy rain pouring outside, drops hitting the ceiling harshly as she shivers totally overpowered. Shawn’s tongue is lapping at her cunt devotedly, massaging her clit carefully, but not less intense at all. He’s savouring her like she’s his last meal, not believing his own eyes and, well, mouth too. It had never ocurred him that she’d taste this sweet and when he tries to reach her eyes, they’re closed and her face is serene. She’s got a defeated smile adorning her pretty face and her chest heavens beautifully, her hips moving delicately towards his wanting lips.
It was hard to adapt herself to the softness at first, considering the feverish beginning of the season. But Shawn knew all too well how to ease her nerves with his skilled mouth, eating her out slow and passionate. She opens her eyes slightly to see Shawn’s lips moulding her pussy smoothly, taking her aching clit into his mouth and he looks like an angel down in there — flushed rosy cheeks under his hazel eyes, completely compelled by the sight of her splayed all over the bed so fucked for his mouth sucking on her now. Letting out a louder whimper, she takes his curls in between her fingers and rolls her hips provocatively. It obviously sparkles something inside his briefs and inside him, which leads Shawn to put one of her legs above his shoulder and circle her entrance with the tip of his forefinger.
“Please, Shawn,” She begs under her breath, immersed in pleasure as her pussy swells under his control. “I need more.”
And he can’t even pretend he wants to deny such a graceful requirement.
In seconds, he inserts his finger all the way until it’s disappeared inside of her. He watches closely, forgetting to lick her purposely so he won’t miss this amazing moment.
“More, baby.”
He pushes the finger back and replaces it with his middle finger.
She thinks he might’ve probably understood it wrongly, but it’s just pure care.
He alternates fingers, one by one thrusting inside her soaked heat individually and she’s in the merge of losing her mind for fucks sake. Every move is too much and she’s not sure how long she can wait.
When she considers sitting up to take the goddamn control, Shawn shoves the two fingers in a swift movement, making her back arch and a cry escape past her lips. This makes him smile, and he pumps the fingers with a certain strength as it gradually increases the wet sounds filling up the room. Every shove echoes throughout the space with smacking sounds and if she had ever felt her legs before, she doesn’t even remember. They’re trembling unstoppably as his mouth goes back on her sensitive bud, applying a heavier suction and flicking it with his tender, wet tongue.
“Gon’ make you cum so good for me,” Shawn mutters against her, eventually switching from suctions to licks — from licks to suctions — from suctions to kisses — from kisses to pumps. “So fuckin’ pretty taking me this well, eh?”
And a lifetime would never be sufficient for him to compliment her enough. Even though he’s speechless to the view of her tanned body shaking more and more as she gets closer to her so–wanted high.
The thing though is that none of them had a single idea of what happened before the college days were back. And it’s true that the walls do have ears. Well, not all walls are made of concrete or bricks. Sometimes they’re ginger and tall, sometimes they’re blonde with blue eyes and a british accent.
“Dude,” Haz elbows Tom as he holds his beer still. “Don’t you think that there’s something wrong?”
“Nah,” Tom scoffs, taking a sip of his drink as they both watch her on the dance floor of Eryka’s party. By dance floor, it means large living room filled to the raftors. “She said ‘no strings attached’, so what? All the beginnings are fucked like this.” He explains, shrugging his shoulders like he’s got nothing to worry about.
“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout this,” Harrison says close to his friend’s ear and Tom follows his sight when he tilts his head back, catching the sight from all the way across the room. “A blue little bird told me she’s been seeing someone else too.”
“If you keep staring they’ll know we’re talking about him,” Brian jokes, taking a single mouthful of his tequila shot.
“So what?” Shawn asks absentmindedly, toying with the empty beer bottle hanging in between his long fingers. “Maybe I’ll ask him to join us on some beer pong shit and finally check if what you said is true.”
“Wait, I didn’t say anything,” The ginger lifts his open hands in defeat. “Osterfield told me that. He could easily be fooling around.”
“Guess we’ll have to see, right?” This time, Shawn laughs. Maybe he doesn’t believe it at all. Maybe he doesn’t want to believe it might be true.
In between, there’s Eryka dancing with her to the beat of the music as she notices the fixed glare of the guys switching between her to each other.
“Don’t you wanna clear this up for these guys?” Eryka asks, grabbing her phone to check a message as she takes the last gulp of her drink.
“You know what do I really want?” She responds with another question, feeling the alcohol shoot some dirt and honesty to her intentions.
“Hm?”
“I want to suck him,” She comes closer to her friend and points to the left. “While he fucks me.” Pointing now to the right, she winks at Eryka and takes the empty cup from her hand, walking to the kitchen and hoping to be stalked by a very specific british guy and a very specific canadian boy.
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Another smutty Harry imagine for y’all. Enjoy :)
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His green eyes pierce into mine, pleading me to do something. I settle my knees on either side of his broad frame, taking my bottom lip in between my teeth, as I admire the exposed skin of his chest. I start easy, gently trailing feather like kisses down his jaw, and onto the left side of his neck. An almost inaudible moan rolls off his tongue as I get to his special spot, making me smirk against his skin. I love being the only one on planet earth that knows him inside out, knowing exactly what to do to get satisfactory moans from those plump lips, and what to do to get his toes curling, screaming my name, and nothing is going to change that.
“YN, do something please.” Harry moans impatiently, bucking his hips up towards me so his hardened cock trapped behind his tight boxers, brushes up against my damp center, making me moan slightly at the contact. I quickly bite my lip, and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stand my ground. I press my hands down on his hips, steadying them. “Not yet, be patient. Patience is a virtue Harry.” I say continuing to kiss his neck.
I start nipping at his skin, over and over again. I nip hard enough that blood rises to the surface. Just what I wanted. To make my mark on him. After making plenty hickeys, I start trailing my lips down his chest, toying with the cross necklace dangling on his tanned skin. I trail my hands down his chest, barely touching his skin, making goosebumps appear. I reach the third button of his black shirt (but the first one that’s closed because he’s a nutball who doesn’t button his shirts up all the way) with ‘Styles’ printed conveniently on the left side of his chest.
I open the first button slowly, taking my time with each button, pressing a loving kiss to his skin where the button was once closed. I slide his shirt over his shoulders and he doesn’t hesitate yanking it off and throwing it to the other side of the room. He grabs my hips and kisses me forcefully, I quickly push him away, and settle myself back on his growing bulge. “No touching, don’t make me tie you up.” I warn him “I know I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it. You’re so hot when you’re dominant.” I roll my eyes playfully at him.
I pepper kisses across his skin once again, not leaving an inch of his skin untouched. My lips make their way over to his left peck. My tongue presses against his tan skin, and goes across the line where his skin stops and his nipple starts. I trail my tongue across the tender skin, licking up the side of the hardened nub, making Harry moan again. I take his entire nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the nub, making Harry’s moans increase. I take his nipple out of my mouth and my tongue makes its way just above his belly button. I lick his skin across his butterfly tattoo, and in between his pecs with his chest hair tickling my tongue. I lick up his neck and finally connect our lips.
In the midst of the heated kiss, I undress both Harry and I so we’re bare, nothing holding us back. I pull away from the kiss breathless, and trail my hands down to his thighs, gently tracing the tiger tattoo etched into his skin. “No sweetheart.” Harry says desperately trying to stop himself from making any kind of contact with me. I look up at him and he’s shaking his head. “Not that tonight, I just need to fuck you already.” He whines, getting impatient again. I hum in delight and lower myself so my center is hovering in between his fern tattoos. “Whatever you want.” I say, starting to grind myself across the side of his cock. He groans and throws his head back. I bite my lip, loving the feeling of the heated, veiny skin of his cock rubbing against my clit.
I look back at Harry and see him smirking at me. “You gonna cum without me inside you? Show daddy how much his baby girl loves his cock.” I moan out loudly at his words, feeling the pressure in my stomach grow. I let out small little moans as I feel myself get closer and closer to my orgasm. But before I could cum, I bring myself higher, so the tip of his cock is gently touching the outline of my entrance. I lower myself so just the head slides inside me, slick with precum and my own juices. Harry bucks his hips up to me again, and I slam his hips down onto the bed again.
“Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” I ask “hard.” He smirks. “Fair enough.” I say getting off him and rummaging through the closet. I finally find a pair of handcuffs Harry always uses on me. I bind his wrists tightly to the headboard. “Much better.” I say straddling him again. I slide down on his aching cock again, letting more of him inside me than before. He lets out a puff of air, making his chest deflate slightly. “Can you go lower please? It’s starting to hurt.” Harry says squeezing his eyes shut.
I bite my lip in thought for a second. “Hmm. Now that you say that…” I say getting off of him and walking to the doorway. “Wait! What are you doing, where are you going?!” He asks “I need some water, I’m thirsty, and it’s hot in here. Do you want anything?” I ask “You. Now please get your pretty little ass back here and ride me till I can’t think properly.” I think for a second. “Nah. Babe, I’m really thirsty.” I say walking out of the room and downstairs into the kitchen.
“YN! Babe! Please come back! I’ll be good I promise! Please! God please just come back YN, it really hurts! Babeeeeeeee!” I ignore his whining and drink a glass of water. After countless times of being tied up and punished, and teased mercilessly, having him pound into me with a reckless intensity, and then pulling out, telling me I can’t cum yet, then doing that three more times. I’m paying him back for everything he’s ever done, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
I finish my water and go back up the stairs and into Harry and I’s room to see Harry continuing to struggle. “God YN please, just do something, please I promise I won’t say a word. I won’t even make a sound, I just really need to cum. Please.” He whines, fighting against the cuffs. “You really need to learn patience.” I say climbing onto the bed, and spreading my legs nice and wide, so he has a perfect view of what I’m about to do.
I bring my hand up to my mouth and seductively suck on my pointer and middle finger, getting them nice and moist, before moving them down my body, across my nipples and down to my dripping center. Seeing Harry tied up, in this defenseless state has left me extremely wet. I let out a gasp as I run my middle finger up and down my slit, collecting my juices. Harry moans and fights against the handcuffs once more. “God babe please let me touch you, or eat you, god I wanna taste your pretty little pussy so bad.” Harry whines, bucking his hips into the air. “Mm. Maybe later.” I say, continuing to focus on myself.
I start off slowly rubbing my finger on my clit, making me moan out at the sensation of my cold fingers rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Mm. Fuck.” I curse, letting my head fall back, as I insert a single finger inside myself. “God, Harry, feels so good.” I moan, pumping my finger at a faster pace. “Fuck baby girl, you look so hot like that, god you’re so wet, nearly dripping. Add another finger for daddy.” I do as he says, letting him feel like he has some control, even though he doesn’t. I moan out as I feel the familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach start to settle. “Daddy! Oh daddy.” I moan, knowing that calling him daddy drives him absolutely insane.
Harry is very dominant in the bedroom, and a part of his dominance means that he doesn’t want me to cum unless he’s making it happen. “I swear to god YN if you cum, you’ll be sorry.” Harry states, looking at me with dark eyes. “Can’t do anything about it, can ya Styles?” I ask, adding another finger, increasing the pleasure. “I swear to god when I’m out of these I’m going to rip you apart.” I ignore his words, pumping my fingers in and out at a faster pace, getting me closer and closer to my orgasm.
I moan out loud as my back arches off the clean sheets, and my toes curl, feeling my orgasm wash over me. “Daddy.” I whimper brokenly as I slow the movement of my fingers. I look over at Harry and he’s an absolute mess. I take my fingers out of myself and straddle his stomach once again, bringing one of my wet fingers up to my lips and licking my juices off, moaning at the taste. Harry looks at me with wide eyes. “You wanna taste?” I ask biting my lip, and he nods violently, not daring to make a sound. I take my two other wet fingers and place them on his lips. He opens his mouth and sucks on my fingers, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he sucks harshly. “You taste amazing as always darling.” He smirks. “Let’s see how you taste.” I say, sending a wink in his direction.
I lean back down over his torso and start leaving kisses down his happy trail and across his hips. I suck and nibble on his skin every so often, just to tease him a little bit. I kiss down his thighs, nipping at the tiger tattoo etched into his tanned skin. Without warning, I lick a bold stripe up Harry’s cock, making him moan, and he bucks his hips into the air. I take my hands and steady him once again. “Seeing you this hard, is making me so fucking wet.” I groan, starting to kitten lick the tip of his cock, as precum starts oozing out. “Mmm.” I moan, wrapping my hand around him and pumping his aching cock in my hand.
I bring my face down and lick the precum off, and Harry moans, letting his head fall back onto his biceps. I relish the beautiful, sticky salty substance on my tongue. “Mm. You taste so good.” I moan, taking just the tip of his cock into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks and suck softly, then letting him fall out of my mouth. Harry lets out a cry. “Please baby, do something more, please, I need to cum. Please.” He whines. I look up at him to see tears roll down his skin and across his temples. A sudden rush of guilt washes over me. I shake my head, bringing my lips back to his cock.
I take more of him into my mouth, sucking with a rougher intensity. “Fuck baby girl, I love your mouth so much.” Harry moans, bucking his hips once again, making more of him slide into my mouth. I don’t stop him, he’s been through enough. I bring my hand up and start pumping whatever didn’t fit in my mouth. Harry’s stomach starts to clench and his toes curl, as he brings his knees up to his chest in ecstasy. He moans out once more, before emptying his load into my mouth. He sighs in relief, and relaxes his muscles. I hum in satisfaction and swallow all of him, wiping the sides of my mouth, ridding my skin of any excess.
“Mm. You taste wonderful.” I say, licking my lips, savoring his taste that lingers on my tongue. “Have you realized why I did this?” I ask, running my hand through his hair. “Sadly, yes.” “And why did I do this?” I ask “Because you’re paying me back for what I’ve done to you.” “Which is…” I say, wanting him to admit it. He sighs, finally giving in. “I’ve tied you up, and punished you very many times. And when I punish you, I always fuck you senseless but don’t let you cum and then I do it again and again, to see how many times you can take it, until you’re shaking beneath me.” Finally he admits it. “Glad you can remember. And what are you gonna do about it?” I ask, gently massaging his scalp. “Stop. Unless I really have to punish you.” I nod. “Good job, you passed the test.” I say leaning over him to grab the key to unlock his handcuffs.
He rubs his wrists where the metal dug into his skin minutes ago. “I do love you YN, and I didn’t know it was that bad. Why didn’t you say anything to me sooner?” He asks, grabbing my hand and pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles. I shrug. “I didn’t want you to get mad.” I say, playing with his fingers that are intertwined with mine. “Sweetheart.” He says placing his pointer finger under my chin, making me look at him. His beautiful green eyes stare into mine. “You can always talk to me about anything, please don’t hide stuff like this from me babe. I need to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. I want to please you, and make sure you feel good, so please, my love, please talk to me, alright?” He asks and I nod. “I’ll talk to you, I promise.” I say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.
The kiss turned hot fast. Harry’s hands quickly found my thighs and squeezed them in his large, warm hands. I let out a heavy breath, as he started leaving hot, wet, open mouth kisses down my jawline and across my neck. He sucks harshly at my skin, making me moan. “H-Harry.” I choke out, distracted by his intense attention on my neck. He quickly squeezes my hips. “That’s not my name darling.” He mumbles, continuing to give me hickeys all over my skin. “Daddy, please.” I moan, wanting to feel him inside me. “Please what? Use your words. Daddy doesn’t know what you want unless you use your words baby girl.” “Please fuck me daddy, I need to feel your cock inside me, please.” “You’ve been a bad girl to daddy.” He whispers against the shell of my ear. I bite my lip. He better not walk away, I might just jump on him, literally. “But I guess I can excuse your sip up just this once.” He says nibbling on my earlobe.
He nudges me so I’m laying on my back, and pushes my legs up, so my knees are against my chest, completely exposing myself to him. “You’re so beautiful. Everywhere, darling.” He says, placing gentle kisses around my tummy, making me giggle at the feeling of his lips on my ticklish skin. He kisses up my body, and presses his lips to mine. I gasp into his mouth as he pushes his still erect cock inside me. I let out a moan, mixed with a whine, against Harry’s lips. He pushes himself further inside me, opening my walls. “Oh daddy, you feel so good inside me.” I moan, rolling my head on the pillow below my head. “You’re so tight darling, you feel so amazing around my cock.” He moans.
“Harder daddy.” Harry happy obliges, pounding into me harder, at a faster pace. He suddenly pulls out, making me whine at the loss of his cock between my walls. “Don’t worry darling, we’re not done yet. Get on all fours.” He says smirking at me. I nod at him and scramble up onto my hands and knees on the soft mattress. Harry’s hand quickly comes down onto the skin of my ass, making me gasp in both pain and pleasure. “You’re daddy’s dirty little girl aren’t ya?” He asks slapping my ass again. “Yes daddy, I’m your dirty little girl. All yours. Only yours.” I say, impatiently waiting for him to fuck me again. “Good girl.” He says leaving kisses and hickeys up my spine.
He slips inside me again and rocks his hips against mine, gently drilling more of himself inside me. He settles himself on his knees on top of the mattress, before pushing all of himself inside me. He starts moving in and out of me at a steady pace, caressing my walls with his huge cock. As his movements increase, our skin slaps together and I can feel the skin of Harry’s pubic bone slap against the skin of my ass every time he thrusts himself inside me. I moan out as I feel the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot inside me. “Right there daddy.” I moan out, gripping the sheets beneath me. “You gonna cum for me baby girl?” He asks “Yes daddy.” I moan out. “Come on baby girl. Cum for daddy. Let everyone know how good only I can make you feel.” He says increasing his speed even more. I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, making my legs shake. Harry lets out a loud groan as he releases himself inside me. His cum shoots inside me, coating my walls.
I hum in satisfaction as Harry pulls out and I flop on my stomach, making Harry laugh. “That was the most intense sex we’ve ever had.” He observes, laying down next to me. I nod in agreement, completely exhausted from the events that just happened. “Was it good for you? Did you… Finish, you didn’t fake it right?” He asks. I love how caring he is. “I would never fake with you. Yes I did finish, it was amazing.” I say cuddling into his side. “I love you.” He says pressing a kiss to my sweaty face. “I love you.” I say pressing a kiss to his chest.
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