summary: dave is partnered with his long time crush, y/n, for a project on climate change. when they're alone in his room he can't help but check them out. when he's caught, the guilt begins to eat him up. but suddenly, he can't hold back his thoughts any longer.
cw/tags: handjobs, making out, hickeys, praise, hints of condescension, sub!dave, dave lizewski is a pervert canon, no beta we die like big daddy, use of y/n, average hormonal 18 year old, lwky a crack fic, implications of oral (f!reciveing) because dave lizewski is a munch and i shall die on this hill.
a/n: whew! three post in 2 days. i am so locked in. took this out of my drafts for a very special friend (yk who u r..). pls lmk if there are any errors in the comments or in dms :3 ur support is very appreciated and encouraged, it helps give me more motivation. ily guys, enjoy!
there was nothing dave lizewski hated more than projects besides school.
except, right now, he was incredibly thankful for them.
“alright students, by next wednesday i want you all to have made a visual piece on climate change and it’s history, and you must also prepare for our fishbowl debate on thursday. you’ll be in teams of two, i’ll be picking those partners.” a series of groans followed that statement, and dave couldn’t hold himself back from joining them despite barely paying attention.
the teacher sighed, grabbing a paper. “yes, yes. i hear your cries.” they said sarcastically, “okay, penny will be with marissa. dan is with ben.” blah blah, dave wasn't paying attention.
“andd finally, dave with y/n.” wait, what? oh he was so going to shove this in marty and todd's face, just after the reality of the situation fully wraps around his head, of course.
he couldn't believe he was partnered with you. the beautiful girl that makes him willing to come to science class. the same one who gives him a sauve, ‘hi, dave.’ when you pass by him in the halls, the same person who he swore was throwing him not-so subtle innuendos and checking him out yet marty called him delusional.
and it didn't fully settle in until you came up to him after class, it all sounded like ‘blah, blah, blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff’ but he nodded eagerly at your every word especially when you gave him your phone number and asked to meet at his house on saturday. if he were in charlie brown, he’d start doing snoopy’s happy dance.
when saturday rolled around, you texted dave a few minutes before you arrived. he stood near the door as soon as he got the text, pacing back and forth nervously. when the doorbell rang, he almost tripped over his feet, and he stood in front of the door for a few moments to make it seem like he wasn't waiting before he swung it open.
"hi, dave!" wow, you looked good.
"h-hey, come in. um- the bathroom is over there, and if you want i can get us snacks or..." shit, he was rambling.
"nah, it's okay. we can just go up to your room. i brought some of the supplies!" you grinned, holding up the bag you brought.
his room. right. you were going up to his room, in his house, alone, looking absolutely beautiful. and fuck– was it obvious that he was staring at your lips? whatever, he had to focus.
things were going smoothly. or, well, as smoothly as things can go for a hormonal 18-year-old with a girl in his room. alone. did he mention that they were alone? sorry, he's excited.
you sat on his bed, bag on the floor and papers surrounding you both. "so... how do you wanna do this?" you asked smoothly, pencil in between your lips as you focused on dave's face. was it just his dick thinking for him, or did you just sound really sexual when saying that?
"what?" he gulped, eyes wide as he stared at you.
you laughed, and dave swore that was the most beautiful noise he ever heard. "the project, dave." you affirmed. are you sure you weren't talking about sex? jesus, he was perverted.
"right! sorry. i just.. my mind is somewhere else right now." he cleared his throat, "so- what were you saying?"
your brow was raised, glancing up and down dave's body once as if you were studying him instead of the work before waving it off. "so, i think we could split each half of the work equally. we have to research and create a timeline-"
'focus, focus, focus. don't look at her tits, don't imagine what's underneath her sweater don-'
"dave?” you called out exasperatedly, “are you even paying attention right now?" you huffed, moving your laptop and papers aside to put your full attention on him. "how are we going to get this project done if you can't even focus? what are you even thinking about?"
he mentally face palmed, his mind in total shambles because he was already fucking this up. "i'm sorry," he squeaked out, embarrassment thrumming through his body. and before he could stop himself, every little thought he had poured out of his mouth. it was like the dam he built for his guilt had broke.
“i'm so sorry.” he began. you were so sweet to him, if he lied to you he’d never be able to live with himself. maybe it was better to rip off the bandaid and have you hate him forever.
“it's just that- you're really hot and we're alone right now and i can never tell if you're flirting with me or not and i just- i'm fucking this up, aren't i?!" he panicked, eyes squeezing shut in humiliation.
your eyes widened in shock, "whoa, whoa. dave, breathe." you huffed out a laugh, "you're fine. it's a bit frustrating, but you're okay."
his could feel his face heating up. how could you be so understanding after that?
"m'sorry." he practically whimpered, "are you sur-"
"shut up!" you said, and if it wasn't for the soft laugh that left your lips right after, he would think that you were pissed.
"i have been flirting with you, like-- a lot.” you smiled, damn you marty, “i thought it was obvious." you shrugged, and he wondered how you could seem so confident in the moment while his heart was damn near about to burst out of his chest. "i like you, dave. you're funny, nerdy–" you pursed your lips, "and hot. really hot."
dave was positive he was about to have a stroke with how fast his heart was beating. and with how quick his dick was rising as well. "y-you really think so? because i-i think you're hot too, but i always thought you were just um-- y'know messing with me, but fuck you are so beautiful and i really want to kiss you." he's nervous, you can tell. and it only makes him all the more cute.
you raised a brow, studying his flushed expression. your gaze made him anxious, and he was half expecting you to get up and walk out the door and tell everyone at school.
"have you ever kissed someone, dave?" you asked, not letting him answer since you already knew it. "can i kiss you?" you looked at his lips; they're pink and pretty just like his cheeks.
what the fuck. "i-" he stuttered, as if he thought that you were pranking him. but when he realized you were serious, it was like all shame left his body. "please?" he asked pathetically, his lips were parted slightly as you scooted closer.
when you leaned in, you could feel his hands shaking at his sides. "relax," you tease, your lips brushing against his as one hand slipped into his. you cup the back of his neck, letting him sink into the kiss with a sharp inhale.
it started slow, and you pulled away every few pecks to check in on him. he didn't think you could get any sweeter. and when you guided his hands to your waist and bit gently on his bottom lip, he didn't think you could get any sexier.
you guided him throughout it, tilting your head and letting his tongue slip against yours. you tugged his hair back when he got too eager and brought him closer when he broke away for air, and each time he let out the cutest whimper.
with every gasp and moan that you let out, he swallowed eagerly, his fingers digging into your hips while yours roamed his body. "i can't believe we're doing this," he whispered in between messy kisses. he sounded like he had been praying for this moment, and you hoped that he had. "fuck– you're so good at this."
you broke the kiss completely, sucking in a needed breath of air. "yeah?" you grinned, your lips wet and swollen.
but when you pulled away, he immediately chased your lips, earning a tug to his hair. "no– please, i wanna keep going," he begged, his lips were red and formed into a plump pout.
"calm down, i'm coming back." you laughed, your hand slipping under his shirt to feel his abs. "is this okay?" you mumbled against his jaw, planting sweet kisses down to his neck
he nodded eagerly, "yes!” he cleared his throat, “ye-yes, it's more than okay." he corrected, his voice trembling. he couldn't believe this was real, he couldn't believe that a girl– let alone you were making out with him and feeling him up! he tried to rack his brain on what good deed he did that week to deserve this.
you hummed in response, a cheeky smile on your face. "you can touch me anywhere, dave. don't be so shy," you whispered against his neck, pressing open-mouth kisses to his skin while your hand guided him under your sweater to right below your breast.
"ho-holy shit," he gasped, his hands trembling as your fingers undid his pants. he was so overwhelmed that he felt as though he'd have to listen to a video telling him to breathe in and out.
he squeezed shyly at first, then cupped them fully when a moan slipped out of your lips. everything felt so hot, so unreal. especially when your hand slipped down to palm his raging boner through his boxers, and he felt as though he could cum just like that with how sensitive he is.
his hands became more confident as he groped and kneaded your soft breast, and everything felt so overstimulating to him in the best way possible that all he could do was whine and feel. "more, please. oh god.." he pleaded against your lips, not caring how pathetic he sounded when you laughed at him.
"okay, okay. slow down, dave. i'll take care of you," you laughed, undoing his button and fly.
the moment he lifted his hips with shaky breaths you tugging down his jean, hands slowly caressing him through his boxers. you pulled away from the kiss, glancing down as your thumb swiped at the wet spot from his leaky tip. "jesus, how long have you been holding all this in?" you cooed softly, slowly peeling down his boxers and enveloping his cock in her hands.
he choked on a breath, his dick jumping in your hold. your hands were so soft, completely different compared to his calloused ones. "s-so long, since you got here. i couldn't help it." he admitted, biting his bottom lip. his body left like it was on fire.
you tutted, "poor thing..." you sighed wistfully, spitting down onto your hand before wrapping it around his girth once more. his grip on your breast tightened as you began to jerk him off, pants leaving his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"does it feel good? c’monn, talk to me dave." you questioned, your hand swirling expertly up and down his cock. "tell me how it feels, or i'll stop."
dave's eyes shot open at the subtle threat, his lip trembling. "so good, so f-fucking good. i–" his glasses slip down his nose as he laser focuses on your hand jerking off his cock, letting out surprised whimpers and moans as you quickened your pace.
you hummed in approval at his words, giving chaste kisses to his neck and jawline with the occasional bite. "you're so pretty like this, dave." you praised, studying how his cock jumped at your words.
"oh, fuck. please, y/n," he groans, biting his lip hard. he threw his head back, his hands tweaking and massaging your breast as if he was trying to ground himself by touching you. "i can't.. fuck, i-i can't hold on much longer."
you let out a sharp laugh, the humiliation of it all sending a shiver down dave’s spine. "that quick? i've barely done anything." you teased, pressing a quick peck to his lips.
dave looked like he was about to cry, his hips twitching and his chest caving slightly. "m'sorry, m'so sorry-" he sobbed out, his glasses askew on his face as his hips thrusted to meet the jerk of your hand.
"shhh, sh.” you eased, thumb swiping over his tip every so often. “it's okay, you’re doing so good for me.” you praised, lacing one of his hands into your. “you can come; i want you too.” you reassured, biting back a grin as his moans grew louder.
the praise made his body jolt. it was the last straw before he began to spill out on your hand, his thighs shaking and his stomach caving in ever so slightly. "t-thank you. oh my god, th-thank you, y-y/n." he cried out, tears welling in his eyes as you jerked him off through his orgasm.
when he finally got the courage to push your hand away from overstimulation was right before his brain felt like complete fog. he watched you lick his cum off your hand, a lazy grin on your face as his heart skipped two beats.
he stared for a moment or two, his cock twitching back to life while he admired you.
"you okay?" you asked sincerely, "not too much, was it?"
dave shook his head rapidly, but it didn't make him any more dizzy than your voice did. “it was perfect," he said breathlessly. "y-you're perfect," he added, "can i..” he swallowed harshly, barely meeting your gaze as he tried to round up his fleeting confidence. “return the favor?"
summary: tension between you are armin have building since the beginning of college. a consistent rivalry is formed. when eren is sick and tired of it he decides to leave you both alone to get snacks with mikasa. whether that choice was good or bad, it’s up to you. but actions will always speak louder than words.
pairing: armin arlert/reader, academic rivals, college au
cw/tags: couch sex, oral (f!recieving), it’s implied that armin also gets head, one nip to the thigh, armin is a little shit, switch!armin, switch!reader, condscending talk, bit of a degradation, a few uses of y/n, a bit voyueristic (eren and mikasa could come back at any moment), orgasm denial (only once tho), maybeee ooc armin? but we all know hes highkey a ragebaiter
a/n: hii guys, second fic in one week woop! woop! i've gotten out of my writers block, yaya!! pls enjoy and lmk if theres anything i missed anything or any errors! love u all bai :3
word count: 1.3k
armin arlert is a smart cookie, that’s a given. and every single day, he had to make it known to you. whether it be competing for the top scores (he got 99, you got a 98.5 for missing one punctuation mark), or childish arguments like which marvel movie was the worst (you argued morbius, he insisted the marvels were worse. both equally bad, but admitting that would admit defeat.). It was a never-ending battle between the two of you, and what made it all worse was that you were mikasa’s best friend, him being erens. you constantly have to see each other, and it’s tedious for everyone.
“armin, do you ever shut the fuck up, or do you just like hearing yourself be a smartass?” you snapped, pulling your knees up to your chest as you sat back against the couch.
“i think you’re just pissed because you know i’m right,” armin retorted, a smug smile on his face.
“you little shi-”
“if both of you don’t shut the fuck up right now, i’m kicking you out,” eren groaned, rubbing his temples like an annoyed dad as mikasa smiled in amusement. both you and armin reluctantly agreed, a few murmured curses coming from your side of the room. the tension in the room was palpable. mikasa was trying to help eren study for his upcoming exam, whilst you and armin studied (more like tried to one-up each other) for speech and debate. but both of you adding your own two cents every five seconds, it was hard for anyone to focus.
after a few moments of silence, eren stood up from his spot on the floor, stretching his arms. “mika and i are gonna go get snacks real quick from the store. you guys wanna come?” eren asked, grabbing his keys from the coffee table.
“nah,” you both replied in sync, heads stuck in your books.
“whatever, just don’t start fighting while we’re gone. don’t wanna come back to that shit.” once they were out the door, the apartment grew quiet.
and to both of your defense, it was like that for a while. until armin asked to compare notes, and then he insulted your smarts' expense.
he squinted his eyes, looking back and forth between your notebooks. “you put the wrong notes. it’s vehemently off,” he critized, his head shooting up to look at you. “do you ever use your brain, or do you like having people overestimate your abilities?”
you gritted your teeth. he could be such an ass sometimes. especially now with connie and eren’s influence. “armin, i vehemently wish you’d stop talking,” you scoffed.
armin scrunched his nose, his glasses slipping down slightly. “it’s just an astute observation, no need to get defensive.”
you blinked, “objective? defensive?” you repeated incredulously, and he rolled his eyes as if to say ‘yes, that’s what i said, isn’t?’. “no wonder you don’t have a girlfriend, jesus christ. the way you talk sometimes feels as though you’re allergic to my gender.”
“i know how to talk to women, y/n.” armin deadpanned, jotting words down in his notebook with handwriting that looked like it belonged to a doctor.
you snorted, “could’ve fooled me...” armin’s eye twitched, and at the moment, you could’ve sworn you won. at the moment.
...
sharp pants and moans filled the living room, armins fingers pistolling in and out of you. his head was between your thighs, eye level to your glistening pussy as he watched your hole flutter around him.
his eyes flickered up to yours, both lidded as he watched your face contort into pleasure. “what’d you say earlier?” his questioned, a smirk on his pretty lips while you furrowed your brows to focus on him. “helloo? earth to y/n? anyone home in there, or are your lights still out like usual? ” he cooed condescendingly, thumb reaching up to circle your clit.
“y-you’re ruining this,” you finally gasped out, one hand clutching a pillow while the other gripped armin’s shockingly soft hair. “just keep going, ar-armin.”
armin hummed in response, as if he was taking in your answer and assessing what to say. it’s something he did constantly; you hated how pretty his thinking face was.
“i dunno…” he murmured, “you didn’t answer my question. should i keep going?” he nipped your inner thigh to help you focus up, smiling when your hips twitched.
you threw your head back, her grip tightening. “armin, stop f-fucking around. m’serious.” you whined, breathing picking up as he continued to finger you. “m’c-close, okay? just... keep going. please, p-please armin.”
the pleasure built up in your lower stomach, your legs trembling and fighting to close as armin continued. just as your moans picked up, and that coil was so close to snapping, he pulled out.
“what the fuck?!” you exclaimed, taking a moment to catch your breath before sitting up on your elbows. you glared down at him, a shiver going down your spine as you watched him suck on the same fingers inside of you.
he popped them out of his mouth, two fingers spreading your folds as he looked up at you. “you didn’t answer my question,” he said plainly, as if you weren’t about to rip out of his hair for stopping. “look, if you can’t answer a simple question, then that’s fine. but m’not going to continue until you-”
your grip on his hair tightened, and the hiss of pleasure that slipped from his lips didn’t deter you as you shoved his face towards your cunt. “you’re such a little s-shit!” you moaned, head thrown back from instant relief as his tongue immediately got to work. “you realize this why you don’t h-have a girlfriend, right? always have to be smart, always g-gotta fucking talk. put your mouth to better use.” you rambled angrily, thighs tightening around his head as he moaned into you.
the way his tongue explored your cunt was nothing short of sloppy. you could tell he wasn’t all that experienced, but his eagerness and the occasional cold of his tongue ring made up for it. your moans filled the apartment complex, and you couldn't care less if eren and mikasa came back right then and there with how overwhelmingly good it all felt.
“d-do you like that? huh?” you spat, “finally fuc-fucking learning how to stop being a smartass and actually bring pleasure to a lady.” your words slurred, trying to fight through the fogginess of armin’s lips wrapped around your clit. you couldn’t even care about what he was muffling against your hole. as long as he kept going, you’d be at peace.
and kept going he did. because after a few more expert flicks of his tongue (which you had to ask later where he learned that from), and the added pressure of his fingers, you got right back to that searing hot orgasm that he once denied you before.
it took over you, pretty high-pitched moans of armin’s name slipping past from your pouty lips while your thighs shaking around his head. your brain didn’t register armin’s hips rutting against the couch as he licked you through it all, slurping up each drop your body gave him. it took you tugging at his hair and both of you whining for him to stop and sit back on his heels.
for a long moment, they filled the living room with just panting. and slowly, your eyes trailed back to armin, his blue eyes already piercing yours as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve
“still..” he huffed. it was obvious you might have forgotten to let him breathe. “still think i can’t get a girlfriend?” he peered down at you, not looking away as he grabbed his glasses from the coffee table.
you rolled your eyes, jeez he’s still on that after he was just tongue-fucking you? “do you crave my praise or some shit? fuck no, y-you’re still a dick,” you huffed.
armin clicked his tongue, his critical eyes flickering down to your mouth. “alright.” he said casually, and your brows furrowed in confusion.
the moment your brain sensed movement, your eyes shot down, and there was armin’s hand beginning to undo his pants.
“guess i’ll just teach you how to shut up as well.”
hai guys... so sorry for my random post schedule and my year long hiatus 😭😭 i wanted to post for kinktober but got so unmotivated and busy. i have a whole google doc of almost finished fics from ktober that i WILL be posting, just not sure when. pls be patient with me💔 ily all baii
summary: after a long hunt-and the need for food- dean decides he needs you now.
pairing: dean winchester/reader, mentions of sam winchester but he isn't present
cw/tags: car sex, unprotected sex, dean 'if theres a hole theres a goal' winchester, edging, riding, fingering (f receiving), making out, hickeys, fondling of breast, like.. 3(?) spanks, no use of y/n, lottss of pet names, 'baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, ect', it's dean winchester.. what do we expect?, semi(?) public sex, the food is cold💔 poor sam, no beta we die like castiel
a/n: omg... hey guys.. back from the dead.. oops. i've had this in my drafts since august and i finally got up on my ass and finished it. i have like.. more than 10 fics in the waiting that i WAS gunna post for kinktober but got lazy. anyways, new fic format woo! pls enjoy this, lmk if theres any grammar mistakes </3 ily guys
word count: 1.5k
it was supposed to be just a quick drive for some fast food, nothing more, nothing less. the sun had long since set, the food was getting cold in the front seat, and baby had never been this dirty.
“dean!–” you gasp out as he pulls you into his lap, crotches grinding against each other in brief contact. your knees dig into the nice leather of the car, knocking every so often against the metal of a seatbelt.
dean’s hands planted onto the plush of your hips, pressing messy kisses against your lips while every so often bumping his crotch against yours.
“c’monn, i’ll be quick. i promise,” he rasped against your skin, glancing up to give you that grin before continuing his ministrations.
“that’s what you said last time, and the time before that, and–” he cut you off with a slap to your ass, his fingers digging into it as he continued to attack your neck.
“yeah, yeah. sammy’ll live with a bit of cold food again,” he murmured, his breathing growing heavy.
you didn’t know what got him so worked up in the first place; you all had just finished another hunt. It was grueling, bloody, and ugly. all the things sex with dean wasn’t.
or maybe that’s got him so worked up. how good you looked in your formal attire when posing as the FBI (agent hotchner. what can you say? you're a bit of a nerd.) with a pencil skirt that was a bit too short to be considered ‘professional.’ it could be the way sweat dripped down your face after a messy grave digging, or how you wiped away the blood on your lips with the back of your hand. maybe that’s why he had given you that look, the one that made you think, “why must he cheapen the moment?”
well, it was too late to dwell on the past now. not with the way dean was grasping at your clothes and trying to take them off.
“can you really blame me, sweetheart?” dean groaned, his southern drawl sounding like music to your ears. “been teasing me all day; could barely focus on anything but you.” he questions while kissing down to your jaw, his deep voice growing airy. “gettin’ all dirty in that graveyard, talkin’ all sweet to that family. why don’t you talk to me like that?” he asked teasingly, helping you slip out of your shirt.
“because of shit like this,” you deadpanned, earning a tap to your ass and dean’s hand slipping into the back pocket of your jeans for a quick squeeze. “you’re such a dog,” you huffed, but all your complaints died on your tongue when he unclipped your bra and began palming at your tits.
“whew, missed these girls alll day... think they missed me, too?” he asked, completely ignoring your insult with a breathless laugh leaving his mouth. he fondled your breast diligently, letting his tongue lick over each bud with a wolfish grin.
you rolled your eyes at him, but that didn’t stop the small smile that came on your lips. “maybe just a little.” you shuddered, fingers trailing up the back of his neck and lacing in his hair. “god, dean..” you whisper, “don’t tease me, asshole.” you tugged onto his hair slightly, which earned you a deep grunt.
he shook his head, his hands tracing down to the button of your jeans, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he moved. “shhh, let me take my time with you, pretty,” he told you. “lift your hips f’me.” his command sent a small shiver down your spine, and there was no room for protest in his words.
you did as he said, letting him help you shimmy off your jeans to your ankles. once they were off, you quickly got to work, taking off his shirt, eagerly letting your hands roam over his sweaty chest while you both kissed.
baby’s windows were steaming up, both of you breathing heavily as you bumped and grounded against each other. dean’s hands never stopped touching you, his callouses roughly pressing against every curve of your body, making him antsy.
he lets you unbutton his own jeans, zipping them down and raising his hips to tug them off. it was all so uncoordinated, so hot in the now stuffy chevy. the noises that left your mouths were nothing short of obscene, and you guys haven’t even fucked yet. but that’s how it always is with dean.
his fingers trailed along the hem of your underwear teasingly, occasionally dipping into your inner thighs but never quite touching where you needed him the most. “dean..” you warned against his lips. but it held no threat because of the whine that followed when he grazed over your clothed clit.
he rolled his eyes with nothing short of sass. “patience, pretty girl,” he breathed, his large hand finally entering your underwear. he huffed out a laugh at how humid it was down there, swiping a finger through your folds. you couldn’t help but gasp at the contact, sensitive from all the foreplay.
“so fucking wet… this all for me, sweetheart?” he asked, a cheeky grin never leaving his face. He knew the answer, but he wanted–no, needed–to hear you say it. because who is dean winchester without his enormous ego?
“yes, dean. god–hurry up!” you blurted out through pants, gripping onto his shoulders as two of his fingers circled your clit.
“m’getting there…” he murmured, his pointer and ring fingers tracing around your hole before dipping in. they pumped ever so slowly, curling against your walls. breathless whines and moans left your lips; it felt so good, yet his pace was driving you crazy.
“d-dean!” you gasped at a particular motion, nails digging into him. you clenched around him, obscene noises leaving your lips as he worked through you. yet once you were on the brink of cumming, he pulled out.
you groaned in disappointment, but it quickly dissipated once his tip nudged at his hole. the sheer stretch had you keening, your lips parted in a silent scream as he bottomed out and stayed put to adjust.
his hands slid up and down your hips and waist, comforting you. “you good?” dean grunted out, trying to regain the self-control to not buck into you.
you nodded, catching your breath. “yeah, just give me a sec.” you murmured, and when the initial wave of discomfort passed, you braced your hands on him and slowly rose before slamming back down.
the sound of skin slapping filled the car; the perverseness of fucking in a motel parking lot had never felt so good.
“j-just like that, beautiful, keep it coming.” dean moaned, throwing his head back against the car seat as he thrusts up to meet your bounces. “c’mon, faster. let me see you work it out, y/n,” he cooed, grasping your hips to move you to his preferred speed.
you gasp at the change in speed, biting your bottom lip to not alert the motel patrons of your defiling. “d-don’t tell me what to do-” you whined out, but it was hard to listen to your own protest as your hips swivelled delicately, the pressure of an orgasm building up quickly.
dean clicked his tongue, sending a sharp slap to your ass. “don’t overthink this, j-just keep moaning for me, sweeheart. no need for back talk when you’re enjoying this too much.” if you saw his smirk, you’d probably slap him, but with your head thrown back and your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, that thought didn’t even pass your mind.
“dean, m’close. please, oh god.” your thighs trembled, and dean quickly got the memo and took over. he controlled your hips, bouncing you in tandem with his rapid thrust. his teeth were gritted together in focus, and the occasional groan slipped out that harmonized sloppily with your moans.
he whispered sweet nothings to you, sentences that sounded like “that’s it, baby,” and maybe “m’right there with you; let go. i-i got you.” but the white-hot pleasure coursing through you made it hard to distinguish what he said.
a symphony of moans signaled your release, and neither of you seemed to care about the sleeping people in their rooms. his cum filled as you clenched uncontrollably around him, and you swore you heard a whimper leave his mouth, but that’d be a conversation for another day.
as your breathing slowed, you finally got to look at your surroundings. the windows were foggy with at least half a handprint on them, there was an uncomfortable amount of sweat dripping down on you, and a sudden light flickering on from a motel room made your cheeks heat up when you realized how loud you both were.
“c’mon,” you mumbled, “sam is waiting on us; food is probably already stale.” you panted, still occasionally clamping down on dean, who hissed at the feeling.
“aww, but i wanted to go again. sam is a big boy; he can wait.” dean pouted playfully, causing you to scrunch your nose.
“okay, okay! no fucking. fine. but, how about i just lay you back and–”
cw/tags: implied overstim, edging, oral (f receiving), making out, poly relationship, 'i have two bfs and my bfs are bfs', no use of y/n, lots of implications/nothing is completely specified., i fear this is lwky just erotica ... lmk if theres anymore tags i should add!!
a/n: haiii :3 it's been so long.. heres a tiny lil drabble from my random hiatus.. PLSS send requests!!
word count: 220?
spent.
...............
spent is how you would describe this feeling.
you're shaking with pleasure, hands trying to find purchase onto anything as the feeling of tongues flicking, sucking, thrusting between your thighs never stops.
"t-too much!" you keen, trying to push the fury of red and blonde away from your aching clit only for your hand to be slapped away and it stings. the stinging turns into pleasure and it's in you, out of you, its everywhere. you can't even tell who's whispering sweet nothings to you as they massage your thigh, you can't tell who's nipping and degrading you and it's so surreal.
and with this feeling you're close, so fucking close. teetering onto the edge of nowhere and somewhere at the same time. you're thighs shake, your teeth clench to hold back the onslaught of moans coming and suddenly? it's gone.
hazy eyes focus between your thighs as the two culprits for making you feel like you're floating on cloud 9 itself are making out between you and you can't help but clench at this realization while whining at the same time.
it's intense, so intimate that you don't even care about the fact that they stopped. it's a trade. a swapping of spit, slick, and all of the above. it's erotic. and you just know it's going to be a long night.
MARI ,, IF YOU WATCH MHA ,, CAN YOU PLEASE SHARE UR THOUGHTS ON VIRGIN SHIGARAKI ⁉️⁉️⁉️
oooh girl.
contents: virgin!shigaraki. established relationship.
shigaraki is so crazily built. he hides his body with those baggy clothes of his and so when he wears a compression shirt you nearly lose it. washboard abs on display? who wouldn’t drool?
you guys are kissing, making out, swapping saliva, and it’s getting heated. you and shigaraki have been dating for around 2 months, and you haven’t crossed the next level, you both wanted to take it slow.
but god, you can’t take it anymore. you need him.
your hands slide down his abdomen and one of his sprawls out on the small of your back. both his and your reactions are a tell-tale sign of both of your excitement.
so when you trail your hands a liiiiittle lower, he stops you. his hand gently grips your wrist, and you don’t miss the small dust of baby pink on his pale complexion.
“h- hold on.”
you look at him, confusion etched on your face. “what’s wrong?”
he clears his throat for a second, adverting his gaze from you. “i’m, uh,” he begins, “imavirgin.”
you almost laugh. not at him, but more out of disbelief. well, you’re both aware he’s a little … antisocial in that area, but he’s fucking hot — he’s never gotten play?
you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips against his face and trailing down his neck,
going insane bc i accidentally deleted a post so repost ig </3
REQUEST SUMMARY: sirius eating our reader after not being able to for a while because of work or being busy.
CW: no use of y/n or pronouns but reader is afab, manbun., oral/pussy eating, sirius is a little mean in like one line, hinted overstim, hinted sub!reader dom!sirius, lmk if i missed anything! (not proofread)
so sorry loves enjoy this reupload xoxo
a mix of your heavy breathing and sirius’ pants filled the room, the room was dense with the smell of sex. sirius was between your legs, gripping onto one of your thighs to keep you open.
long days of work kept sirius busy, there was never time to please the both of you from the way he would come home late and he had to make it up in some sort of way.
“i can’t do it.” you sniffled, trying to push sirius away as he fixed up his man bun.
“you’re doing just fine now, aren’t you?” he sniggered. “don’t be dramatic, poppet. let me do this.” he placed soft kisses on your thigh, trailing it up towards your heat. he stopped when he was inches away from your cunt, blowing cold air on your clit and laughing at the way you clenched your thighs around his head.
tears formed at your lash line from the slightly overstimulating feeling. your voice slipped into a whine, “please.”
sirius parted your thighs and left a slap so close to your cunt you could practically feel the hit on it. “oh, stop whining.” his voice was laced with a hint of mockery, he used his hands to hold your thighs in place and gave kitten licks to your cunt. his kissed you clit, moving a hand from your thigh and sticking his pointer and middle inside of you.
“one more f’me then we can stop. good deal, yeah?” but we all know ‘one more’ is never enough for sirius black. not when he’s been denied of it for so long.
can u do a Miguel O’Hara fic where we peg n babygirl him and just spoil him 😩😩
Massage Therapy
miguel o’hara x reader
sypnosis: miguel is stressed from a long day of being spiderman and what better way to relieve that than by giving him a massage?
cw: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, pegging, miguel is babygirl (and stressed), soft dom!reader, beefy man getting a massage from his gf, afab reader, reader uses a strap, fingering (male receiving bc prep is important!!), miguel gets oiled up (i’d pay to see that irl), miguel has a praise kink that goes both ways, miguel calls reader mami bc thats hot idc., also u both speak spanish (miguel more than reader (had to use google translate 🙏 so pardon any mistakes.)), no specified looks for y/n, kinda short after care?? idk, big strong men r always submissive at heart, u guys were in the shower for a little bit, these r a lot of cw
jay i’ve been procrastinatin mb stink hope u like this xx
miguel sighed as he grabbed the spare key under his front doormat. He was sweating, his muscles ached and he couldn’t help but groan as he entered his apartment.
his mind was clouded with sleep and the intention of getting to his partner as his large frame walked towards the bathroom, already hearing running water from the shower he slipped in. the mirror was covered in steam and miguel quickly undressed.
he pulled the shower curtain back, a scream irrupted from the girl in the shower. “fuck, miguel!” she gasped, a hand was over her heart as miguel chuckled.
“lo siento, mi amor..” he grinned, cracking his back and stepping under the shower stream and sighing pleasantly. he grabbed her love handles, head handing low as the shower water rushed over him “te extrañé, mi vida.”
she hummed, giving him a soft kiss on the lips when he bent down. “i missed you too,” grabbing the soap she squirted some into her hand then took the time to rub it all over her body. “how was saving the universe?” she smiled
“día agotador. as usual. today was… more tame though.” he cracked his back before moving her under the stream and stepping back.
“jesus, miguel.” she cringed at his loud cracking. “when was the last time you had a massage?” she washed the soap off her diligently, brows furrowed as she tried to look at miguel through the water.
he sucked in his breath, the dates becoming to cluttered to remember. y/n huffed through her nose.
“you need to take better care of yourself if y’re going to be doing this spider-man stuff.” she reprimanded, clicking her tongue while her eyes narrowing at him, clearly upset from the way he was ‘taking care’ of himself.
“m’sorry.” he groaned quietly, snaking his hands around her waist. “let me help you, mi hermosa..” he soothed, washing off any left over soap on her to help get back in her good graces. his rough hands smoothed over her body with precision, gripping her ass when he was done.
y/n leaned into his touch, “one of these days i’m gunna give you a massage, hun. your knots have knots.” she could feel the stress and pain in his shoulders from where she was standing. “you deserve it,” she turned grabbed the soap and sprayed some in her hands. she roamed and mapped out his body, watching the way it glistens up his body with desire.
“i’ll keep your word for it.” he gave her a cheeky grin, fangs flashing.
you were always one to live up to your promises.
“okay, qué están haciendo?” miguel asked with a little chuckle. “i’m at your mercy, mi amor.” he was sat on the bed, no clothes on with a smirk on his face
“put your head here and relax for me, miguel.” y/n patted a singular pillow on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at every bit of him. once he settled she grabbed the massage oil, rubbed it in her hands then began to spread it along miguel’s body.
in all his glory miguel layed in your shared bed, naked and lathered in oil. his face was smooshed into a pillow as y/n worked methodically on his back muscles. she gasped at the knots she felt under his skin.
“y’re so tense, miguel. you’ve been working so hard, hm?” every crack, push, and movement with y/n’s hands had miguel moaning with pleasure.
“joder, mami. you feel so good.” he sighed into the pillow, letting out a deep groan when she touched a specific spot. “fuck-“
“feels good doesn’t it?” her voice was sultry when she whispered in his ear, enjoying the way he shivered. “my big mans’ been working day and night. maybe i should’ve done this sooner.” she grinned, cracking a spot on his back that had him moaning loud.
“ah..-“ he moaned. “ay dios mío- yes that feels good so good, mi amor.” his voice was shaky, “that was the spot.”
“good, good..” she mumbled, her massages traveled down to his lower back to a spot she knew was sore. she pressed down and heard a good crack come out. every moan or noise he made was like singing praises to her. this was about miguel tonight.
“you know me so well, love. you’re like an angel right now-“ his voice and compliments became more broken the more he massage. “s-so good.” miguel could already feel himself becoming way less tense the more she worked. but there was still another tense spot he was starting to sport, and it was hard not to notice.
“jeez, miguel.” y/n snickered, feeling miguel up as she smoothed her hands over his back. “that good, huh?”
all miguel could do was grumble, “well-“ he sighed. “i do have an incredibly beautiful lady on top of me-“ he moaned when she massaged his shoulders. “so i’m just- responding to that.” he grinned.
“very responsive, indeed.” she teased, “want me to take care of that for you?” she smoothed her hand over his ass.
“i wouldn’t say no to that.” miguel chuckled, “love it when you take care of me like that..”
“i know you do.” she hummed.
…
“y’know..” she trailed off, grabbing the oil and dabbing some on her hand. “we haven’t filled this up in a while..” she traced and rimmed his hole, the smile on her face was almost contagious.
“you’re a tease.” miguel snorted. “but you’re right, we haven’t.” he relaxed deeply into the pillow. “makes me wonder what else will be joining us tonight..” he laugh was deep in his chest, grinning at the idea they shared.
“well, tonight is about you. wouldn’t be bad if i took care of other places then your back.” she pushed a finger in slightly before removing it.
“oh my,” he sucked in a breath. “well if the offers on the table, i would like the sound of that.” he chuckled.
“it is definitely on the table,” she peppered kissed along his back, staying in a few spots as she pushed her finger in slowly. “i need to prep you though first, okay?”
“soy todo tuyo, mami. do what you must.” his voice shook with a groan, relaxing more and more into the bed as she fingered him. he let out a deep whine as she curled one finger.
“m’gunna add another, okay?” she removed her finger and watched as his hole gaped slightly as she added oil to her middle and point. she slowly pushed into his hole again, his moans egging her on to go deeper.
she pulled out her fingers and right as they were about to escape she pushed them back in. “you’re so tight, miguel. ease up a little.” she massaged his thigh with his other hand, she fingered him slowly, moving her fingers in a beckoning motion.
“fuck- oh, cariño, te sientes tan bien.” miguel mumbled, his cock rutting slowly into the bed.
y/n snorted, pulling out slowly. she got up and went into their closet, shuffling around before finding a shoe box with plenty of things shuffling around in it. she opened it up and grabbed a particular item before stalking back towards miguel’s submissive figure. she fixed the strap-on to herself before settling back into her original position and spread his cheeks.
“this is going to hurt a little.” she mumbled into his ear, voicing soothing. “but you can take it, miguel. you always do.” she praised, rubbing oil on the strap-on then lining it up his hole. she placed soft kisses all along him as she pushed in, his breathing was heavy while his moans turned into soft whines of pain and pleasure from the depths of his throat.
once she was settled she pulled out slowly. going all the way to only the tip in then slamming in him at a medium pace in prone bone position.
he was slowly falling apart on her cock, fangs bared and claws clinging to the sheets and throaty groans unraveled from his mouth. each thrust was deep, prodding at his deepest parts. a hand was on his lower back to not only keep him in place but to hit farther, to that specific spot that had him screaming all those nights ago and it was y/n’s mission to get him to that point. she wanted to spear him on her cock like how he’s done for her. she sung praises in his ear, enjoying his pleads and fuss on how good it feels. how much he needed this. how much he loves you.
it was all sweet, y/n snaked her hand under him to toy with his cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip and using his precum to jerk him off. it was intimate, what miguel craved for.
“e-estoy cerca de correrme,” miguel stuttered out. “i’m close- so close, cariño.” his hips shook with fevor as y/n’s pace of thrust became faster.
“go ahead, mi amor.” she kissed him gently, slipping her tongue inside him as he started to come. “that’s it.” she whispered, finding joy in his moans as her thrust lackadaisically slowed. “doing so good for me, let all your stress leave.”
she let him catch his breath before pulling out. he whined at the feeling, bucking his hips deeper into the sheets. “roll over for me, love.” she kissed his shoulders gently, helping him roll over before taking off her strap-on. she made her way to the kitchen and filled a glass with water to give to him.
“that felt amazing, mi amor..” he stretched gently, sitting up against the headboard and drinking the water.
as he drunk the cooling liquid she used a warm rag to wipe wherever his cum sprayed along with the sheets, mumbling how she’ll wash them in the morning. she placed soft kisses along his back and chest, smoothing her hands over every battle scar and mumbling praises into his skin.
…
“did you enjoy yourself?” his words were soft as he pulled her close to him.
“of course i enjoyed myself, i was taking care of you.” she said in a light voice, kissing still trailing along his skin.
“mhmmm, you always know how to make me feel good.” his voice was hoarse and his hands were lazily trailing her body. “you’re simply the best.”
she grinned at his compliments. “are you trying to butter me up right now?”
“maybe, is my flattery working?”
“nope.” she chuckled. “are you aching anymore?”
“no, i feel a whole lot better actually.” he shuffled under the blankets with her, enjoying the warmth they shared. “gracias, amor mío.”
cw: smut, remus is a lil mean (mayb a lil ooc) but mans is TIRED!, hinted overstim, hinted poly!wolfstar at the end bc i cant help but indulge
not proofread so ignore any mistakes lovlies
i luv remus hes such a big brain rot 4 me. hope u guys like this xx
night owls. they’re a challenge to get to bed, especially you.
remus had done everything in his power to get you to come to bed. he’s tried coaxing you, reading softly to you, watching a movie, shutting the lights off for 15 minutes only for you to whine that you couldn’t sleep. that you were needy.
there was more on that list but god was remus running out of options and the only thing he could think of was this:
your head was stuffed in the pillow, tears rolling down your face as remus thrusted deep into you. it was about maybe the third round? despite that, your moans still echoed off the walls even with the rasp in your voice as remus grunted into your ear.
“think i just had to fuck the energy out you, hm?” his voice was hoarse, laced with sleep in it while he gripped your head tightly. “maybe that’ll get you to stop being all whiney when m’trying to sleep.”
“m’sorry rem- can’t help it! took a nap today! and-and-” you sobbed, trying to explain yourself. gasp muffled into the into the pillow when remus hit a new angle.
“didn’t i say not to take a nap?” he tsked. “you never listen, love. think m’gunna have to t-teach you a lesson tomorrow, yeah?” he moaned at the way you clenched around him, using your love handles to pound into you.
“n-no!” you squeal loudly
“n-no!” remus mocked in a high voice, “did this to y’self, love.“ remus grabbed your hair, he straightened his back then pulled you up. your back was flush against his chest, head next to his neck as you screamed out in pleasure. this new position caused him to hit right where you needed it and oh- did it feel delicious.
remus could feel every clench, every drip of slick and every convulsion your body had to give him. you were close and he could sense it, his thrust going deeper as you fuck back onto him.
“can i come, remus? p-please? fuck-“ you whined, grabbing onto nothing but air as you repeatedly clenched around his cock.
remus let go of your hair, causing you to drop face forward into the pillows under you. you felt slightly winded which added to the buzzing pleasure in your body. “i jus’ wanna come? please? plea-” tears slipped out from your eyes in pleasure as remus shushed you.
“shh..” remus cooed, “go ahead, love. come for me. thats i-it- fuck!” as your thighs shake and your pussy aches around remus’ cock he can’t help but cum as well, not giving up his thrusting to prolong both orgasms. when he finally slows he collapses next to you, keeping his dick plugged snuggly into you and pulling your face into his chest as you started to fade into sleep.
remus noticed the way your heart rate went back to a normal pace, how your breathing had grown light and how peaceful you looked with your eyes closed. remus was about to do the same thing when sirius shuffled into the room, towel around his waist and hair wet. how long had he been home for?
“seems like you two had fun.” sirius joked, teasing the only other person awake “had to take a cold shower the moment i walked into the flat- god we’re gunna get complaints.” sirius said nonchalantly as he grabbed a mix of his clothes and remus’
remus couldn’t help but flush at the thought, groaning softly when sirius continued the teasing.
and remus thought- maybe. just maybe it was a good thing you were a night owl.
sypnosis: it’s harrys 3rd birthday and you and your boyfriends are on cake duty :)
warnings: no one is dead, voldy doesn’t exist, happy lifetime, harry is three
making a cake should’ve been easy. it was a simple chocolate cake with the message 'Happy Birthday Harry!!' written on it in red frosting. it shouldve been easy. yet, there was currently frosting on the ceiling.
remus left to take a shower shower, trusting y/n and sirius with frosting duty. after the shower, remus came back into the kitchen to check on them. there was a few swipes of frosting on their noses but nothing too serious so he rushed back to the bedroom to grab something really quick.
when he trekked down the stairs again he heard things clattering around, booming laughter, and a few ‘fuck you!’s. he smiled, enjoying the laughter of his lovely boyfriend and girlfriend. when he walked through the kitchen though? the view and his face were looking not so lovely.
“godric i leave you both alone for two minutes! two minutess!” remus can feel his migraine forming when he walks into the kitchen, brown and red frosting smeared on the counter and all over y/n and sirius. and when he looked up? frosting was on the ceiling as well.
sirius and y/n were both holding the same cheeky grin, giggling profusely at remus’ stressed look when he noticed that the frosting hasn’t even touched the cake.
“it was her fault.” sirius points over to y/n, causing her to scoff.
“oh piss off.” y/n rolled her eyes, shoving sirius and smearing more frosting on him. “i didn’t do shit, you tosser.” she said in a strained voice, trying to push sirius away so he wont smear more frosting on her but ultimately failing. sirius beamed, enjoying the way she gasped in suprise.
remus’ smirk never faltered as he let out a few chuckles when y/n trailed a streak of red down sirius' face.
“hey! whats so funny, lupin?” sirius’ crossed his arms. to answer, all remus did was shrug his shoulders which made sirius scoff. “c’mere you, wanker.” sirius sped walk over to remus. opening his arms to engulf remus in not only his arms but frosting.
remus started sprinting away, he had just gotten out the shower and truly did not want frosting all over himself.
sirius sped up his movements and y/n was following behind them, practically bent over laughing when remus let out a shriek as sirius swiped a little frosting on his shoulder.
sirius ushered y/n to come help. both of them trying to corner remus before getting outsmarted.
the three ran practically everywhere, occasionally bumping into things causing a little ‘are you okay, babe?’ to slip through every now and then before getting back into the mood. after a long fight in the living room they rounded back to the kitchen, remus on one side of the counter while y/n and sirius were on other.
all you could hear was heavy breathing and small giggles. “y’not getting that frosting all over me.” remus’ brows furrowed but you could tell he was having fun. “you may have bested me once but not again!” he had a huge smile on his face, laughing at the tired expressions on his lovers faces.
sirius and y/n knew they were defeated. remus was a genius even in a 2 v 1. so when y/n looked up and saw red frosting slowly dripping from the ceiling perfectly over remus, she couldn’t help but get a *little* cocky.
“don’t get too smart, moony.” she laughed, sirius and remus giving her a confused expression. when she pointed upwards, all she could do was laugh harder. sirius joined in with her and when remus finally looked up—
‘SPLAT!’
a nice goop of red frosting made a home on remus’ face. the other two were hunched over, giggling like mad man at not only the view, but remus’ face prior to the face planting.
remus couldn’t help but laugh, wiping a huge glop off the frosting off of his face and onto the floor.
“guess i’ll have to shower again later.” he grinned.
Harry’s cake could wait till later. Yes, the party was in an hour, and yes the three of them were still giggling ten minutes later. But the atmosphere is nice. And is it really that selfish to enjoy the domestic life?
i was wondering if you could write a remus lupin x shy!reader where he make her give him head in public
what ever you're comfortable with! thanks x
om- i love this request and i hope you love this js as much!! ty for requesting <33 srry for the wait i’ve been busy xx

Sunlight
(reader is gender neutral and perceived as submissive)
cw: public sex (remus n reader almost get caught), oral sex (male recieving), remus is a lil mean
in the common room of gryffindor, it seems the sun always shines in the right place, and that's exactly what remus thinks when the sun shines directly on your spit-covered face.
he's leaned back, manspreading on his love seat. his eyes are hooded, grinning when he pushes your head down too far.
after lunch, you have a free period, and for once the common room is empty. despite knowing it's possible to be caught by anyone at any moment, you don't care when remus is the only eye on you.
“fuck- you probably wanted this, hm?” your head is shoved deep down his cock, your nose touching his trimmed pubic hair. he revels in the way you gag on him, tears welling in your eyes. “you want me to bully you like this. when anyone could walk in.” his words are taunting, a false frown on his face as he sits your head in the same spot, using his other hand to wipe your tears then pulling your head off.
your lips are swelled, your cheeks puff up more than usual, and your lashes glisten with tears. remus loves you like this, not even being too sorry about your knees.
“m’sorry rem, didn’t mean to make you mad-“ your apologies are futile. remus just sticks his tip in your mouth before you could utter another word.
“shh, keep this up and i’ll cum soon, yeah?” he shudders as you suck on his red tip, hands grabbing your hair as he guides you up and down his cock. he hisses and grunts at your hollowed cheeks, bucking his hips upwards to stuff his cock further.
he grows impatient, although the feeling was nice he needed release.
his movements sped up, hands gripping your head harder while his thrust became more sharp. the feeling could give you whiplash, but you stayed strong. trying to breathe out of your mouth when you hear a door open from up the stairs.
remus stops for a second, clearly hearing the incoming students before continuing.
“m’gonna cum soon lovey, keep bein’ good f’me.” he flashes a grin, bobbing your head faster. he tries to silent his moans, if anything he could just quickly utter a few spells before they arrived at the stairs but truly where’s is the fun in that?
you feel him twitch in your mouth. he stuff your head all the way down again, your nose twitching from being tickled is what you think about for a second before his cum shoots down your throat.
you sit there for a litte, taking it all just in time for them to round the corner towards the stairs. he quickly pulls you off and stuffs his cock back in his boxers, resting your head against his thigh and muttering a quick ‘swallow.’
a group of boys emerge down the stairs, shooting remus a ‘hi’ then noticing you. you looks demolished, eyes heavy and you’re panting. they can’t help but notice the way the sun lights up your wet face and a hint of white at the corner of your mouth before choosing not to question it, walking out of the common room as they shoot each other a few looks.
your legs are spread on his bed, hands gripping at your thighs to keep you from moving too much.
hes so sloppy with it too, practically making out with your cunt as he removes one hand and sticks two of his fingers in you. slightly curling it to hit that one spot.
imagine he has his glasses on, fogged up from how hot the whole thing is. he looks up at you, sucking on your clit after your first orgasm. helping you get down from the high hes prolonging.
and he continues after, hes groaning into you cunt when you grip his hair. practically humping the bed because he gets pleasure out of making you feel good <33
theres’s a party going on later, and you're in the bathroom doing your makeup. music is playing in the bathroom, and makeup is strewn on the counter.
upon opening the bathroom door, you hear a sluggish remus walking up to you, rubbing his eyes almost childlike as he wraps his arms around your waist, walking over to you. you don't want to startle the half asleep man slouched on you when you say, "nice to see you awake, rem."
“mm,” his voice rumbles, you chuckle at his sleepiness, turning to give a fat kiss on his cheek, he hums in irritation. "give me a real kiss, love," he says. the man's voice is deep and his accent mixture of welsh and posh.
then you grin and give him a quick kiss on the lips, pulling him back just a little and making room on the counter for him while you continue to do your makeup. “c’mon, we gotta get ready for marls party.”
“fine, fine.” he treks over back to the bedroom and you can hear the opening of a closet.
for a while all you can hear is shuffling and the occasional thud or two. he walks in and out of the bathroom. first to brush his teeth, then to take a quick shower, and lastly to piss (which he kicks you out for.). all is peaceful as you finish your makeup, packing up your things into a bag.
“after i get dressed, let's head over!” you shout and receive a muffled ‘okay’ from the living room. you make work of the clothes you have, stuffing arms through holes and shimmying into pants before making your exit towards the living room bag in hand. “do i look okay?” you ask, standing in front of remus as he lazes on the couch.
he smiles at you, pulling you onto the couch and into his lap. "you look fabulous, babe, can you do the same for me?" his head tilts in question, hinting at your makeup.
you sigh, digging into your purse. "i wish you would have told me this sooner, love." you grab your makeup pouch and pull out a palette and a few other things. you begin to work on him.
“m’sorry, lovey.”
“you’re fine, rem.” you add primer to his eyelid and add some eyeshadow, the color matching yours. you uncap the eyeliner and give him a small wing, tongue peaking out as you focus.
silence.
“stop fluttering your eyelids”
“right, sorry”
you flick open your blush, getting some on a brush before tapping the excess off. you tab it up his cheek bone before trailing it down, repeating this on the other side and putting a little on his nose. you reach for you lip gloss before he stops you.
“nuh-uh, just kiss me.” his smile never leaves his face as he puckers up, leaning forward. you laugh at his face and kiss him, gently at first until he pulls you in for more.
“rem- enough we’re gunna be late!” you scold, though your laugh peaks through in between kisses, you reluctantly pull away.
“right.. right, but isn’t it cool to be ‘fashionably late’?” he teases.
“yess.. but i promised marls i’d be there to help set up! c’mon rem, up!”
