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(another doodle from my alt on Instagram and Twitter)
i can never escape
âthereâs an ai tool for thatâ okay ?? thereâs probably an ed sheeran song for it too who gives a fuck
when i say âthat reminds meâ & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain
just for you, i let it happen
pairing: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader
summary: you and spencer spend long enough pining over each other, the team helps you along. or: 4 times the team tries to get you and spencer to acknowledge your feelings for each other +1 time it works.
word count: 7.1k
content: fluff, usual criminal minds talk (unsub, kidnapping, etc), probably bau-related inaccuracies, mutual pining (idiots!), team shenanigans, one fake date, and one real one <3
a/n: hill lovelies!! i know it's been so long since i've posted something but i hope u guys will enjoy <3 i had so much fun writing for my sweet boy spencer!! my first spencer longfic!!!
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Itâs taken you a few trips to perfect your go bag. To figure out whatâs really necessary and what isnât. Today, lugging your duffel on your shoulder, youâre grateful to have left that second pair of shoes behind.
Your bags always feel a bit heavier after a case. Youâre already weighed down by the events of the last few days, your body tired, feet heavy.
Youâre glad to be the first one to board the plane, sinking into one of the seats and letting your bag drop at your feet. Youâre glad that the case is over, glad to be going home, glad to get to sleep in your own bed tonight (though it'll most likely be morning by the time you get back to Quantico).
The rest of the team follows suit, sighing as they get into their own seats. Spencer and Hotch are the last to board, Hotch always waits until every member is inside before taking his turn, and Spencer often gets distracted telling him some statistic about planes or airports or anything really.
Today, for once, Hotch asks Spencer a follow up question and â delightedly surprised â Spencer keeps talking.
Concept for Spencer and reader smoking weed after a hard case.
this is my brand!! weed + Spencer Reid
this became more of a blurb than a concept but uh. yea. mentions of sex as well!
also Reader tries to âjustifyâ their actions by saying they donât smoke that much, this does not reflect me judging anyone for any drugs they do or donât do! for the record I smoke literally all day if Iâm able, so I promise this is just Reader being insecure lmao
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Ever since you and Spencer started dating you always make sure to hang out after cases. It became a sort of post-case ritual, the lingering glances, the eventual âYour place or mine?â, him climbing into the passenger seat of your car. And of course you loved every second you spent with him, but you were beginning to miss what used to be your post-case ritual, especially post-hard cases. Especially post cases where you didnât win. Where you didnât save her.Â
Usually, you followed these kinds of cases with a well-packed bong. But you hadnât exactly told Spencer about this habit, and you werenât sure exactly how he would react. But this case had been brutal, and you needed to get out your head for a little while.Â
You pulled up to your apartment with Spencer next to you, your fingers intertwined. He knew you were struggling with this case. You turned to him and took a deep breath.Â
âI need to tell you something.â You started. He jolted to attention, looking at you with concerned eyebrows. He nodded for you to continue. âUsually, after hard cases, I do a bit of. Unwinding. With weed.â You admitted. His eyebrows went from concerned to shocked. You quickly continued talking, not wanting him to judge you. âItâs only sometimes, and you donât have to participate, but I definitely need it tonight and just wanted to let you know in case you didnât want to be around.âÂ
âThat is not what I was expecting you to say.â He said. You just shrugged at him, looking down as you played with your cuticles. For all you knew, he disapproved completely of the drug and would just break up with you here and now. âMarijuana has been studied to have anti-anxiety properties, and is used to treat anxiety disorders in many states. It makes sense that it would help you after difficult cases.â He finally said.Â
âSo you donât mind?âÂ
âOf course not. I-actually. Iâve never tried it. So I-Iâve always been quite curious.â He said quietly.Â
That was all it took for you to drag him up to your apartment and get a joint rolled. While not your usual method of smoking, you knew it would be the easiest for Spencer who had never tried it before. You talked him through how to take a hit and made sure he was inhaling correctly, and then you were passing the joint back and forth while you sat in his lap.Â
Your legs were straddling his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, not even pretending to watch whatever TV show you let run in the background. You giggled as you took one of the final drags off the joint, watching Spencer watch you. His eyes were bloodshot and his mouth was set in an ever present smile, but his eyes tracked your mouth as you inhaled and exhaled smoke.Â
âLike what you see?âÂ
âI canât believe weâve never done this before.â He said, finally meeting your eyes and then pulling you in for a soft kiss. âThis is amazing.â He admitted, letting his head fall back against the couch. âI can feel everything and nothing at the same time.â His hands drifted over your waist, and you took another drag before putting the joint against Spencerâs lips. He inhaled quickly, and on his exhale he said, âDid you know that some studies say orgasms are better when youâre high?âÂ
You laughed and pulled his head up to look at you again. âSomeone has a one track mind.âÂ
âYouâre sitting in my lap.â He said, as if it explained everything. You just laughed again, as he moved forward to press kisses up the column of your throat. His insistent lips found yours and you let yourself get lost in it for a moment. His large hands roamed your back, pulling you in closer to him.Â
You leaned back for a moment, letting his lips chasing you. âLetâs finish the joint and then we can test your theory.âÂ
You were so, totally, screwed.
In all fairness, scaring Zayne by jumping out from under his desk had seemed like a great idea at the time. Flawless, really. You'd planned it out perfectly.
What you hadn't foreseen was missing your chance and getting stuck under his desk while he joins a virtual meeting.
You can't scare him now, not in front of his very distinguished colleagues who only see him as the very distinguished Dr. Zayne. It's during this pondering that he shifts, and you hold your breath so as to not be discovered. His hand moves to rest on his knee, drumming for a moment before stopping and waving at you. You nearly gasp in shock.
The fucker knows you're down here.
You'll kill him later, already relishing in the sex ban you'll have to implement for keeping you trapped under this cramped desk with no non-embarrassing escape route. Any attempts to crawl out would be noticed instantly on his camera, and you'd really like to be able to show your face here again.
But Zayne...he has to show his face here.
The grin on your face is positively evil as your hands slowly rest on his thighs. You feel the muscle tense under your touch, shifting ever so slightly as your hands begin to slide higher.
You stop when lithe fingers take hold of your wrist, waiting patiently. You won't push after all, but Zayne is more adventurous than he seems. It's why after a moment of hesitation, he releases your wrist and guides your hand to his belt.
Of course, you won't be going easy on him. You take your time with it, slowly undoing his pants, palming his half hard cock through his boxers and licking him through the fabric until his nails nearly tear holes through the fabric of his slacks.
When you finally take him in your mouth, he sighs in relief, so quiet that only you can hear it. Still, your thirst for revenge isn't quite satiated. So when you finally get to the base of him? You stop.
His hand that was so casually waving at you earlier is now clenched into a tight fist. You manage a peak up at him, and his gaze meets yours for a single second.
Oh, how the tables turn.
Levi's determination 18+ NSFW, MDNI
Leviathan, who tries again and again and again and again on repeat until he's an absolute pro at everything he does. It's so cute and amazing how he puts so much effort into everything he does! ...
Well, I guess that includes you... that explains why you're now on his lap with your legs spread wide for the???? hour now. Seriously, you're crying from the overstimulation but Levi is just so focused on getting his time down with making you cum. HE'S BASICALLY TRYING TO SPEEDRUN MAKING YOU SQUIRT WTH??!!!?!?!?!?!?!? He's so serious about being able to pleasure you well in all aspects, and he's only doing this with his fingers; he hasn't even started with his tongue, dick(s), or tail yet.
You have to beg him to snap out of it so you can have a break, which he lets you have for as long as you want; you can even stop for the night if you want. He may have only used his fingers, but your legs are shaking from how good it was. He's so embarrassed but proud at the same time as you tell him how he did a great job, but respectfully, you need some sleep. He gladly brings you to your room and sleeps peacefully with you, snuggling as much as you'd like for the night.
guys someone help me I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT LEVI AND HIS ATTRIBUTES
nsfw. little blurb for the starved barbatos fans out there.. I just know heâs a secret freak. gn! but reader is a bottom
Out of all the demons you were now familiar with in the Devildom, you were sure that Barbatos was the least likely to be skilled in bed. It wasnât like you had anything against him â you just couldnât imagine the stoic, always reserved servant of Diavolo as anything but strictly celibate.
It only took your tear-stained face being pressed into a mattress with the demon in-questionâs cock filling you for you to rethink that statement. If you could think at all, that is, with his relentless thrusts reducing your brain to mush.
â General NSFW Headcanons â
General NSFW HCâs of the Demon Bros | 1.6k words
CW: Detailed smut, dominance, submission, sadism, oral (reader receiving), tail sex mention, demonic anatomy, cockwarming, pet play (Satanâs part), sex toys, dacryphilia mention, diphallia (two penises), food play, size kink, possessive sex, pegging mention, aphrodisiac mention, semi-public sex, degradation, praise, edging, yandere tendencies (Belphegorâs part)
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I need to be passed around the Z-Team like a blunt
You hit post, uploading your selfie to Devilgram for all to see. The number of haters and mean messages had been increasing for some time. Nasty anti-human comments flooded your notifications on the daily, getting worse every time Asmodeus referenced you in his story or Diavolo mentioned you in a speech.
Your image caption read, "btw when you're being mean to me, this is who you're being mean to."
No hashtags. People would find it anyway.
It was a normal photo. You thought the light was kind of flattering and you captured a decent angle. You didn't look special, though. You were center frame, in your everyday RAD uniform, making a peace sign with your fingers. You hoped most demons understood what a peace sign was.
Beside you were the Seven Rulers of Hell. Their presence looked so relaxed that any common demon who was used to their cold and untouchable visages would immediately do a double-take.
Lucifer had his hand on your shoulder in a gentle yet possessive grip. Next to him was Mammon, reaching over to put his sunglasses on your face. Beelzebub rested his chin on the crown of your head as Asmodeus gave the two of you bunny ears with his fingers. Leviathan poked out from under your arm, which was linked around Satan's elbow. The top half of Belphegor's head barely made it in the frame. He was crouched under Lucifer, grabbing on to the side of your shirt and partially blocked by your hand that was taking the selfie.
It was a sweet image with a crystal clear hidden message: Don't mess with our human.
a/n: let me know if yall want me to do the younger brothers! hope u enjoy >_<!
cw: fluff, suggestiveness, mentions of sex in mammon's part, pre-relationship -> relationship
scent marking - older brothers
what if demons had the same scenting habits as cats? i like to think demons have the same scent points/habits as cats do. they have scent glands on their face, hands, and hips.
lucifer
- he's slick w it
- bumps into you in the halls at RAD whenever you've been spending more time with your classmates, his hip tapping yours
- his hand constantly lingers on yours when handing you something
- occasionally brushes your hair back, letting his knuckles trace your cheekbone
- he doesn't even realize he's doing it at first, he just wants needs to have everyone know who you belong to
- once you're together he's not subtle though
- he'll tug you into an empty classroom or hall just to nuzzle his face against yours and walk away like nothing happened
- he loves when you sit on his lap. he will offer a little massage but dont be fooled hes actually scenting your shoulders and back oops
- if his hands start to wander it's not his fault, he needs every part of you to smell like him.
diavolo: iâm gonna be king soon
diavoloâs father :
Sylusâ eye glows when heâs horny.Â
It had taken you a little bit to piece that information together, having been too engulfed in him to see the whole picture. Hands and mouths everywhere, clothes shed and sheets nearly pushed entirely off the bed with all of the movement.
You had much more pressing matters to focus on, not quite processing the fact that the aether core in his eye was a burning beacon every time he looked at you.Â
Though, Sylus had restraint. He kept his emotions on a tight leash, never quite revealing where he was until you had already fallen head first into his carefully placed trap. Except for this time, because even someone like Sylus could suffer from little blunders here and there. âLuke, Kieran, youâre back quite early.â
His voice was gruff, you sat a little ways down from him on the couch, pulling at your clothes to make sure they were in their typical place.Â
âWe accomplished your tasks pronto, boss-man!â Luke plopped down in one of the arm chairs, his proud smile hidden behind his mask. âYeah, you seemed pretty stressed earlier, so we wanted to take them off your plate real quick.â
Kieran leaned against the back of the chair Luke sat on, both seemingly oblivious to their bossâ frustration. âYouâve got some hard workers, Sy.â You fan the flames, peeking down at his carefully crossed legs. You had been grinding on his lap no less than a minute ago, face hot and lips swollen from his countless kisses.
One glance up and you could see your teeth indents still lingering on his neck. âThat⊠I do.â He dared to glance at you, tips of his ears still red, his eye glowing a near neon crimson. The twins carried on with their ramblings all the while.Â
You felt a bubble of laughter swelling in your chest, how the twins could be so unaware of their bossâ debauched state was a mystery to you. I mean really, his eye was glowing. The laughter in your chest died as quickly as it threatened to spill.
His eye was glowing?Â
You felt your face grow hotter, squirming slightly against the cushion as you mulled that one thought over and over in your mind. You stared at him, nearly unblinking, heart pounding. In all the months you had been with him, you had never realized you held such crucial information. Not that youâd ever use it against him in a serious sense.Â
But oh, Sylus was so impossible to tease. And now? Now you have this.
Of course you wouldnât dive head first into it, youâd test him first. You needed to see if your hypothesis was correct. If you worked him up, then his aethercore would react? You had to assume that was the case, but youâd feel quite silly if it wasnât. Maybe it flared up when he was upset, or annoyed? But you had never noticed that in battleâŠÂ
âAre you okay?â You blink, unaware that Sylus was now staring directly back at you, that damn eye still bright. âNo.â zero time to think, and if it meant the twins got out of your hair faster. âBoss-lady isnât feeling the best, you two. Iâll be taking her to bedâŠâ He struggles to pull his gaze away from you, briefly looking between the twins. âThank you for handling things so quickly.â
His tone was final, not daring to move from the couch until both boys understood the underlying message and quickly bid you both a good night.Â
âSomeoneâs daydreaming.â Sylus murmurs the second they are gone, unfolding his legs just as you crawl back over to him. âMore like fantasizing.â You settle again, wiggling against the warmth of his lap before wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
A soft groan rumbles his chest at the contact, and you see the light flare in his eye. âIâll remember to give them extra tasks next time.â He leans forward to close the distance, but you canât help but pull back. Utterly glued to his aethercore, mind reeling with the fact that it so carelessly displays his desires.
Maybe you should be glad it only glows for youâŠÂ
âSomeone is still lost in her head, hmm?â His hands grip your hips, sliding down towards the swell of your ass. âOr is something weighing on her mind?â You mentally curse yourself for being so bad at hiding things from him. The carefully crafted plot to test your theory and use it as a way to tease him was dying right before you.
âCan I ask you something?â Youâre moving closer, eyes dragging away from his eye to look at his lips. Lips that are swollen because of you, a sense of pride swelling in your chest. âAnything.â
âDoes your aether core⊠act up when youâre aroused?â He blinks at you, a little stunned before a warm laugh rumbles his chest. âMy aether coreâŠâ he starts, dragging you impossibly closer. ââŠallows me to see what others desire. Itâs only fair that it canât help but give away what I desire most.â Your noses brush, breaths mingle.
âIt only ever glows for you.â
Itâs 2am and I crave pho so bad. But I only have âinstant phoâ and I want the real shit not the âI didnât have time to pack lunch for workâ kind đ I guess I know what Iâm getting for lunch today đ”âđ«
i just know airports hate to see them coming
Obey Me, Kinktober 2025
Since I like to cause myself pain, I'm also trying to do 31 days of Kinks with different Obey Me characters. Or at least what I thought of when I saw the prompts and who I thought of...
I will do my best to tag them with triggers as I know not every kink appeals to everyone. As with all my posts, the actual fic will be under the cut on the post for that day and the trigger warnings will be above that.
So if it's you're thing, have fun. If not, look after yourself and don't read, or if you become triggered while reading it, back out. Your own mental health is more important than fictional smut.
This post will also be the Masterlist for the month, and as of today (30 Sept) I have 15 of them written. So I might get 30 done...
Minors, Do not engage as this stuff ain't for you.
Overstimulation - Beelzebub
Blowjob - Diavolo
Audio Voyeurism - Diavolo (With a side of Lucifer)
Creampie - Leviathan
Clothed Sex - Asmodeus
Spanking - Satan
Hate Sex - Mephisto
Sweat - Belphegor
Car Sex - Mammon
Cold - Barbatos
Bondage - Lucifer
Aftercare - Lucifer
Hands - Simeon
Nipple Play - Solomon
Thigh Riding - Beelzebub
Massage - Raphael
Lotion - Asmodeus
Mask - Satan
Cock warming - Leviathan
Ribbons - Simeon
Somnophilia - Belphegor
First time - Raphael
Service top - Barbatos
Closet - Mephisto
Breeding - Mammon
Pearl Necklace - Satan
Double Penetration - Leviathan
Sex toy - Solomon & Barbatos
âGIRLSâ
a college au! feat. denki k.
wc: 2.5k
mdni đŽ
â...girls that's mean just for fun, i like girls who make love, but i like girls that like to fuck, â
starting track...
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"she doesn't like you, y'know."
denki kaminari gasped semi-sarcastically, like its obvious that you don't like him and anyone with eyes can see that but it still shocking to hear out of his best friend's mouth.
jirou turns to him with barely concealed mirth in her eyes and she looks up from her phone where she'd been texting momo, asking for her whereabouts.
they were at a party, a sleazy rich kid house party, one of momo's friend's sisters' or something like that. the kind that involved lots of expensive alcohol, shitty bass music, and sweaty hot rich kids that did too much coke and no survival instincts or a general sense of humiliation. one guy had already thrown up twice, two girls had passed out, someone's boyfriend had punched someone else and denki was absolutely fucking loving it.
he and jirou had smoked some good shit with hanta after pregaming and had enter the party at its pinnacle, completely crossfaded. the good kind that makes you feel like hot shit, like you're the baddest on the planet, and that you could fuck anyone you wanted if you tried hard enough.
that was about two, maybe three, hours ago.
he hits the vape he stole from jirou and scrunches his face at her.
"where even is momo?"
he's chosen to dodge the topic. the topic of you.
he only knows you as one of momo's ex talking stages. you run in the same social circles mostly and somehow, you're still amicable, friendly infact, its some weird sapphic thing that denki doesn't get. how you're friends with jirou, denki really doesn't get. like how can jirou be friends with her girlfriend's ex-situation?
well that's what he thought.
until he met you.
and wow.
you're across the kitchen from him now, chatting it up with some guy you just met, and he's laughing at something you said because you have this effortless wit and charm about you that everyone in your vicinity can sense. it rolls off you in waves, your aura is so attraction, so is your hair, and your eyes, and your smile, and the dress you're wearing-
and now you're looking at him, or maybe at jirou, yeah never mind, you're looking at jirou, and before he knows it his best friend is whacking the back of his neck.
"you're staring," she teases in a singsong voice, fucking annoying habit that she stole from him and just for that he snatches her drink from her and downs it in one gulp. "hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
denki fake gags slightly before smiling all teeth "you never answered my question, when's your girlfriend getting here?" jirou rolls her eyes at his obvious diversion from the topic "i want her to make me that weird drink she makes with the tequila.... and i'm pretty sure i left my lighter in her car."
"momo won't care y'know." she looks at him with full seriousness and nods in your direction. "you should be more worried about how you're gonna talk to her."
denki says nothing in reply, only sighs and send jirou an affirmative hum so that she knows he's not being pissy and ignoring her.
his eyes cut to you again, the guy you were talking to has gone back to the friends he came with and you're pouring yourself a drink.
and jirou was right, by the way. at first you didn't like him, he laughs too loud at his own jokes, bums cigs off of everyone and everytime you've seen him in passing, at parties like this or nights at the club when jirou's band plays, he's always chatting someone up.
girls of all kinds, tall girls, small girls, girls that do drugs, girls with dicks, blondes, brunettes, gingers, white girls, black girls, brown girls.
you wondered about him. there's gotta be something that he's doing right, because from what you've heard from momo his cool guy persona is simply that, a persona, and he's actually a massive loser who spends most of his time playing pokemon go or holed up in his room watching anime. so how he can pull so many baddies, most of whom speak of him fondly, is a mystery to you.
but damn, he is cuteeee.
like, cracked, horny, stoner, twink, that would probably beg for it, cute.
and you're obsessed.
that's the real reason why you've been throwing shade at him all night, making sly biting comments, getting into dumb senseless arguments, you're playing with him, working him up slowly, and he's enjoying it.
but contrary to popular belief, denki is not the sleazebag everyone thinks he is. sure he's had a few flings with a few friends, drunken nights never spoken of again, and there was that one time where a girl he slept with lied to him about having a boyfriend. but like, aside from that, he's not like horrible.
and momo is his friend, and idk, isn't flirting with her ex kinda weird, and won't you think its weird that he's flirting with you, and omg, what if you think its weird??, and you actually don't want anything to do with him, and this highly charged game made of mean banter and heated stares, is actually just that.
a game.
and he's been reading all the signals wrong, and you actually don't want him, and he's gonna have to jerk off so hard tomorrow morning to forget about you, because the look you gave him after you called him a senseless fucking idiot for spilling vodka on the counter early was sooo hot and he-
"you're spiralling."
jirou rolls her shoulder and starts riffling through her jacket pockets, probably looking for the vape denki has concealed in his right hand. she pauses and looks at the blonde before sighing. "momo's here. she's got your lighter." she gets up off the counter and pauses. "and maybe drink something before you smoke, you look like you're about to vomit all over the fuckin' floor."
"you dirty bitch, i am not nervous, i swear you're so-" jirou leaves him in the kitchen with a resounding cackle and goes out into the main house to find her girlfriend.
the sound of jirous laughter calls your attention over to denki, who's attention you already had, he'd been counting the piercings on your right ear, and a smirk creeps onto your face, as you pick up your cup and make your way over to him.
"do you have a staring problem?" straight to the point, your voice so close to his ear it makes him jump. "huh, oh, what?" he splutters "staring? me?? why would i be staring at you, of all people?"
the red on his cheeks makes you snort and you regard his fake non-chalant lean against the kitchen counter.
"well that's what i'm trying to work out," you say as you inch closer practically caging him in, still keeping direct eye contact.
his breath hitches slightly as his eyes lock onto your own, determined to win whatever game it is your playing, despite the twitch in his jeans.
you're so close you practically taste his breath. he smells like bud, expensive foreign perfume and bubblegum. your hands splayed either side of his hips creep closer and closer.
denki can hear the gulp he takes when your hands finally make contact with his body, your thumbs just slightly grazing his outer thighs, he thinks he might actually have a fucking heart attack or something.
he keeps his eyes on yours, but trying to centre himself in your gaze seems to have been the wrong decision to make because the way you tilt your head and smile so innocently, like you don't know what you're doing, is sending him to space. and it's your smile that makes him drop his eyes entirely to the curve of your lips and blink, just for a second.
you notice immediately and let out an obnoxious 'ha!' before reaching up and plucking the joint that he had tucked behind his ear, and yeah it was part of the fit, the pink rolling paper matched his pink shoelaces, before taking a step back from the blonde.
he responds to your laugh with a scoff and a roll of his eyes which makes your smile grow even wider. you hide this as best you can by taking a sip of your drink effectively finishing it. he looks at you, wide amber eyes regarding you curiously, like he's a puppy dog awaiting instruction.
"you wanna go out back?" you smile cheekily brandishing your prize, "go smoke this baby before jirou gets back?"
he sniffs and stands at his full height, stuffing his hands in his back pockets before nodding to the exit. and you lead the way to the garden with a giggle.
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"it's not my fault. you're the poser walking around with a joint and no lighter." as you finally stamp out then end of the joint. you'd just had to beg some snotty marlboro gold smoking guy for the use of his lighter. "honestly it was more of an accessory than a zoot, you didn't even roll it well."
"you're so mean to me," denki flushes, honest to god his voice sounding more like a whimper then anything else.
you scoff at him.
you're not mean, this guys just an idiot, generally easy to make fun of, and has the most adorable reactions whenever you take the piss out of him. you can't help yourself. he's so easy practically throwing himself at you, demanding all of your attention all night and then whining like a kicked puppy and retreating back to hide behind jirou when you don't give him the response he's looking for.
"oh, i'm sorry," you ask soflty and the change in attitude gives him whiplash. "are you alright, denki?" he's growing crossed eyed as he watches your lips getting closer to his.
his knees buckle and he clears his throat with a weak smile, "yeah, just uh, my iron deficiency."
you pull away to raise your eyebrow about to make a sarcastic remark, when he surges forward and captures your lips in his. your hands travel up the back of his neck, and the way you thread your fingers through his hair makes him groan into your mouth. you push him backwards, pining him against the cold stone wall, and he just takes it, lets you control the momentum of the kiss, like he's in the middle of a storm just being thrown around and carried by the waves, and he's fucking loving every second of it.
you swear once you break for air, your lips plump, and wet, and juicy, and soft, and he's already diving back in, he needs more of you. more of your taste, fuck, you taste so good, your lips are so soft and syrupy against his, he feels like he's melting into to your hands.
"careful," you murmur directly into his ear and he keens as you grip his hair tight and tilt his head back to give provide acces to his bare neck.
"please, please, please, please, fuck."
you tug harshly on his blonde locs, his eyes fluttering open at the feeling as you hold his gaze. "what do you want denki? use your words."
he can't think of how to reply, not with your right hand itching at his scalp and your left hand drawing circles on the skin above his waistband. "oh god, i don't- i don't even know- i- fuck."
your left hand has dropped, finger only slightly grazing the front of his jeans but it's enough for him to whine so prettily in your ear and cant his hips upwards into your palm.
"fuck, please-"
you cut him off by mashing your lips into his, he accepts gratefully pouring every inch of his desire into your mouth.
"you're so desperate."
he's nodding, he wants you so bad, your hand feels so good even through the layers of fabric covering his most sensitive parts, but its like his skin is on fire, and the only thing that can put it out is your touch. his hands run along your torso, his finger only just brushing over your nipples, enough to make you gasp into him, as he wraps his arms around your body to deepen the kiss.
as good as this feels, the sounds he's making, the whimpers leaving his lips as he grinds into your hand, are increasing in volume and your entirely conscious of the fact that you are outside, out the open, for anyone to hear or see.
you hiss out his name, but just hearing your voice turns him on more and you have to grip his face with you fingers for him to stop moving and pay attention.
"if you want me to keep going," punctuated by a squeeze to his jaw, "then- look at me when i'm talking to you, then you're gonna have to shut up." your gaze is so intense he's nodding before he's even fully comprehended the words you've said.
his pretty amber eyes roll back into his head as your hand finally slips underneath his boxers and you grasp his hot, sticky, dick with your cold soft hands. "oh wow," you snicker, "you're so messy."
your words make denki whine, silenced by a stern look before he pouts. "what so you can talk but i can't even-, oh fuck-" you squeeze him, the weight heavy in your hands.
"yeah, because you're leaking all over my hand."
he holds in his whine this time cussing under his breath and looking at you. his pretty face obscured by strands of hair all wild and messy sticking up at odd angles. his lips are pink and swollen, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth, cheeks flushed.
"that's not fair," he hisses at you but you remain largely unbothered by his attitude as you thumb his tip. "you're teasing."
"i'm not doing anything, you're the one that can't keep it together."
"i-" he starts but you pick up speed and cover his mouth with your free hand so he's free to buck and whine all he wants.
"look at you, are you gonna finish like this? i've barely even touched you."
its like your words are directly fuelling the grind of his hips, he humps against you furiously, drool spilling all down his face, soiling that hand as well. like he can't help but make a mess in all directions.
you can tell he's close when his eyes start fluttering and his body starts twitching crazily.
your hand drops from his face, quickly wiping the drool onto his tshirt before snaking your way back up and applying light pressure to the base of his neck.
"thank you, thank you, thank you-"
that does it for him as he comes with a whine of your name, followed by jagged breath and the crazy stutter in his hips.
you give him a second to catch his breath before you start tearing into him about the mess he's made and about how he better not have gotten any cum on your dress.
"always complaining about something, i swear," he rolls his eyes and before you can bite back he slips your cum soiled fingers into his mouth and runs his tongue along each individual finger before giving a hard suck. you watch him mouth slightly agape, and the pulsing heat in between your thighs makes itself apparent to you.
"you are such a slut." he grins mouth full and you press down on his tongue. "you wanna get outta here?"
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