audrey

✎ read the main story, 1 to 10, here

✎ drabbles/timestamps ↳ day and night (1 to 10 alt. ver.) ↳ 11:52pm ↳ 6:04pm ↳ 11:23pm (6:04pm cont'd) ↳ 4:27pm ↳ getting your period (requested) ↳ 1:06pm ↳ showing affection in public (requested) ↳ 7:12am ↳ deep in love (birthday special) ↳ 5.44pm ↳ so let's love (deep in love cont'd)

ಇ.word count: 4.4k

ಇ.pairing: Choso x Fem!Reader

ಇ.content & warnings: Roomates AU :: still has his blood mark (cause i think its sexy) :: somnophilia (consented) :: p in v :: c-pied :: soft!cho :: sweet!cho :: fwb-esque ::

ಇ.part two.ಇ

The apartment was quiet in that way only the deep hours of night could make it, with the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen, the occasional creak of settling walls, and the faint, distant siren that always seemed to echo through the city streets no matter how late it got. 

One a.m. glowed soft blue from your phone screen as you stared at it, thumb hovering uselessly over the lock button. Sleep had slipped away again, leaving you restless and aching in the worst way. 

Your sheets were tangled around your legs, damp from the heat building under your skin, and no amount of shifting or pressing your thighs together could ease the slick, throbbing need between them.

Your boyfriend Choso sits rigid in the back row of the dim lecture hall, legs spread just enough under the narrow desk to give you room. The professor drones on about some obscure theory at the front, voice echoing off the high ceiling, while the rest of the class scribbles notes or scrolls on their laptops. No one notices the slight tremble in Choso’s shoulders or the way his knuckles have gone white around the edge of his notebook.

You’re tucked between his thighs, knees on the cold floor, hidden completely by the desk’s overhang. His jeans are open, zipper down, and that pretty cock of his is already out, thick and flushed, resting heavy against his thigh before you wrapped your lips around the head. It twitches the second your tongue swirls over the sensitive slit, tasting the salty bead of precum that keeps leaking for you.

Choso’s head is bowed low, dark hair falling forward to curtain his face as he pretends to focus on the lecture. A tiny, choked sound slips from his throat when you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and taking him halfway down in one slow glide. His cock fills your mouth so nicely, hot and velvety, the vein along the underside pulsing against your tongue.

“Fuck… baby,” he whispers, barely audible, voice strained. He shifts in his seat, thighs tensing around your shoulders. “Not here… they’ll hear…”

You pull off just enough to whisper back, lips brushing the wet tip. “Then be quiet, Choso. You don’t want the whole class knowing how much you love your girlfriend sucking your cock under the desk, do you?” You lick a long stripe up the shaft, then swallow him down again, bobbing your head with wet, filthy sounds that only he can hear.

He bites his lip hard, a muffled whimper vibrating through his chest. One hand drops beneath the desk, fingers threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding on like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. “Shit… your mouth feels too good,” he breathes, hips twitching forward despite himself. “I’m gonna… ah—gonna moan if you keep doing that…”

You hum around him, the vibration making his cock jump. You suck harder, tongue pressing flat against the underside, working him with slow, deliberate strokes while your hand pumps the base he can’t fit. Choso’s breathing turns ragged, little broken gasps escaping no matter how hard he tries to swallow them. Every time the professor pauses, he freezes, terrified someone will notice the way his leg is shaking.

After a few minutes of torturing him like that, you pull off with a soft pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his glistening cock. From your bag you fish the thin, smooth sounding rod you’d slipped in earlier, metal cool and slick with lube. Choso’s eyes widen when he sees it, pupils blown.

“W-wait… what are you—”

“Shh,” you coo, pressing the rounded tip against his already leaking slit. “Open up for me, pretty boy. You’re going to hold every drop of that cum inside until I say so.”

He exhales shakily as you ease the rod in, slow and careful, stretching his sensitive urethra just enough to make his thighs quiver. The sight of it disappearing into his cock is obscene, his reddened tip widening slightly around the metal. Choso lets out a strangled moan, quickly turning it into a cough when the girl two rows ahead glances back.

You stroke his shaft gently while the rod sits nestled inside, plugging him completely. “Good boy,” you murmur against his thigh, kissing the tense muscle. “Keep it all in. No cumming until the room’s empty.”

Choso’s head drops lower, forehead nearly resting on the desk as he fights the overwhelming pressure. His cock is throbbing visibly now, veins standing out, the plugged slit flushed dark and puffy. Every tiny shift of the rod makes him bite back another whimper. “It’s too much… feels so weird… so full,” he whispers, voice cracking. “Baby, please… I need to cum so bad…”

“Not yet,” you tease, licking lazily at the stretched skin around the base of the rod. “You’re going to sit here like a good little slut, cock plugged and leaking, while everyone else packs up. Think you can do that without moaning my name?”

He nods frantically, teeth sunk into his lower lip. The lecture finally ends. Chairs scrape, voices rise as students file out. Choso stays glued to his seat, pretending to organize his notes with trembling hands. The professor walks over, stopping right in front of the desk.

“Choso? You okay back there? You look a little pale.”

Choso lifts his head, face flushed, eyes glassy. “Y-yeah… just a headache,” he manages, voice rough. “I’ll… I’ll just take a minute to pack my stuff. Be out soon.”

The professor nods sympathetically and leaves, the door clicking shut behind the last few stragglers. The hall falls silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioning.

The second the lock catches, you don’t waste a single second.

You yank the sounding rod out in one smooth pull. Choso’s eyes roll back, a raw, broken cry tearing from his throat as the pressure releases all at once. His cock erupts instantly, thick ropes of cum shooting from his widened, reddened slit in powerful, messy spurts. It paints your tongue, your chin, drips down his shaft and over your fingers as you stroke him through it, milking every last drop.

“Fuuuck—oh my god,” he sobs, hips bucking wildly into your fist. “It’s too much… cumming so hard… baby, your mouth—shit—”

You wrap your lips around the sensitive head again, sucking gently on the puffy, stretched slit while he keeps pulsing, more cum flooding your mouth in weaker waves. His thighs shake violently around your head, soft desperate whimpers spilling out nonstop now that he doesn’t have to hold back.

When the last tremor fades, Choso slumps back in the chair, chest heaving, cock still twitching in the cool air, slit glistening and slightly gaping from the rod. You lick him clean with slow, thorough strokes of your tongue, savoring the taste of him, then tuck him back into his jeans with a soft kiss to the damp fabric.

You crawl out from under the desk, lips shiny, and climb into his lap, pressing a filthy kiss to his slack mouth.

“Such a good boy for me,” you whisper against his lips, tasting salt and desperation. “Next lecture… maybe I’ll plug you again and make you sit through the whole thing with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

Choso just groans, arms wrapping around you tight, already half-hard once more at the thought.

:: 18+ :: fem!reader :: semi-public sex ::

Your friends from bio lab are already chattering about the upcoming midterm when you slide into the seat right beside Choso at the long cafeteria table. The lunch rush hums around you, trays clattering, voices overlapping, but Choso sits alone at the end like always, hood up, earbuds in, picking at his food without really eating. He doesn’t like company. Never has. Until you.

You lean over, press a quick kiss to his cheek like it’s nothing, then casually take his right hand under the table and guide it straight between your thighs. No panties today. Just bare, already slick skin waiting for him. His fingers brush the outer of your already slick plump cunt and he freezes, dark eyes flicking to you in silent surprise. You don’t even look at him, just keep smiling at your friends while you spread your legs a little wider under the skirt.

His large fingers press forward easily, two thick digits sliding through your wet heat and sinking straight into your pussy with a soft, filthy squelch only he can attune to hear. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from sighing, rocking your hips down slowly so his fingers worm deeper, curling just right against that spot that makes your thighs tremble.

Choso’s breath hitches. He was staring at his tray a second ago, but now his attention is locked on the way your slick cunt swallows his fingers, greedy and warm, clenching around them every time you shift. He doesn’t say a word, just starts moving them, slow and deep, scissoring gently, thumb brushing your clit under the table like he’s been starving for this all morning.

You keep chatting away with the girls, voice perfectly steady. “Yeah, the lab report is due Friday, but I still need to finish the graph section. Did you guys get the enzyme data right?”

One of them laughs, answering something about the TA being a hard grader, but you barely hear it. All you feel is Choso’s thick fingers pumping lazily into you, stretching your walls, dragging more slick out with every thrust. You clench hard around him on purpose, soaking his hand, and feel his palm press flat against your mound to grind the heel against your clit. A tiny whimper almost slips out, you cover it with a laugh at whatever your friend just said.

Choso’s jaw is tight, eyes half-lidded now, pretending to scroll on his phone while his fingers fuck you deeper under the table. He adds a third finger, slow and careful, and your pussy takes it so easily, fluttering and dripping down his knuckles. The wet sounds are muffled by the cafeteria noise, but he can feel every pulse, every squeeze, every rock of your hips as you ride his hand without missing a beat in the conversation.

“God, this salad is actually decent today,” you say brightly, forking a bite while your cunt clenches rhythmically around his invading fingers. You’re soaked, slick coating his wrist, dripping onto the seat beneath you. Choso’s breathing has gone shallow. His free hand grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles pale.

Your friends start gathering their trays after a while, standing up to head to their next class. You rise with them, Choso’s fingers slipping out of you with a wet pop that makes his cock twitch visibly in his sweats, but he stays seated, trying to look casual, if he even could at this point.

You lean down, give him a sweet, quick kiss on the lips, then whisper right against his ear, “Enjoy your meal, Choso,” with the most devious little smile curving your lips.

He watches you walk away with your friends, hips swaying, your juices still glistening on his three thick fingers. The table is empty around him now. No one left to see.

Choso lifts his hand slowly, brings those slick digits to his lips, and slides them into his mouth and sucks them clean with a low, hungry groan, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you, sweet and filthy and all his. He licks between his knuckles, chasing every drop, cock straining painfully against his pants.

Best fucking lunch he’s ever had.

-`♡´-MAIN MASTERLIST-`♡´--`♡´-CHOSO'S M-LIST-`♡´-

You lay on your tummy in the soft sheets, phone glowing in your hands as you scroll mindlessly. Suguru’s resting on your back, his big body a comforting weight that pins you gently into the mattress. He feels so solid and warm, his chest rising and falling against you with each breath, the room's quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the occasional tap of your finger on the screen.

"Should we order something for dinner?" he murmurs near your ear, voice low and smooth, "Or maybe I can make something just for you? Eggs the way you like them."

You smile into the pillow and nod, his hands starts to wander then. At first they're innocent, sliding along your sides, but soon his palms grow bolder and he slips them under your t-shirt, mapping the curve of your waist and the softness of your skin. His touch gentle yet sure, fingers spreading wide to feel more of your warmth.

A soft moan slips from your lips. It was quiet, barely there, but it made him shift and you felt it immediately. His cock begins to harden against your ass, pressing through his sweatpants as he moves, the more he rocks subtly, the more obvious it becomes... he's getting hard just from touching you like this.

"Are you getting hard right now, Suguru?" you tease, voice playful.

He sighs, a sound full of pain and want. "Fuck yes Princess. And you're such a brat for pointing it out."

Before you could laugh, he flips you over with ease. His strength always surprises you and now you lay on your back, staring up at his handsome face, dark hair falling forward, framing those sharp violet eyes thats looking at you with hunger and he traces his hands up your arms until he pins both your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. The other resting besides your face.

He leans down and kisses you. First came soft pecks, light and teasing against your lips, then the kiss deepens, his mouth claiming yours fully, tongue pushing inside to taste you. You moan into it, body arching up to meet him and he slots perfectly between your thighs, his hips settling against yours as if he always belonged there.

The grinding starts slow, his hard cock rubbing right against your pussy through your thin shorts, with each roll of his hips makes you wetter, the fabric growing damp from how much you want him, then his free hand roams down your side, squeezing your hip before sliding under your shirt again to cup your breast.

You tug against his grip on your wrists, not to escape but to feel the control he has and It sends sparks through you. Suguru notices and tightens his hold just enough to remind you whose in charge as his tongue tangles with yours, the kiss turns messy and hot, breathy sounds filling the space between you.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, lips brushing your jaw. "Look at you. Already so wet for me and I haven't barely even touched you properly, sweet girl." His voice husky and he grounds down harder, letting you feel every inch of his erection pressing against your plump pussy.

Your legs wraps around his waist instinctively, the pressure feeling so good, each movement drags cock right over your clit, making you gasp and he kisses you again, deeper this time, swallowing every little moan you give him, His hand leaves your breast and travels lower, slipping into your shorts to find you soaked.

Suguru groans against your mouth. "So warm and ready. My sweet brat." His fingers teases your folds, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips buck and you try to move your hands but he keeps them pinned, forcing you to take the pleasure he's giving.

He kisses down your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot that always makes you shiver. His hips never stopping their slow grind, even as his fingers explore you. Two thick fingers pushes inside your pussy, curling just right and the stretch feels perfect and you clench around them, moaning louder now.

The weight of him on top of you is everything. His broad shoulders blocking out the light from the lamp. His scent, clean and masculine with a hint of his shampoo, surrounds you, making you feel safe and claimed all at once.

"Please, Suguru," you whisper.

He lifts his head up to look at you, eyes dark with lust. "Please what? Tell me, baby." He adds a third finger, pumping them in and out slowly while his thumb rubs your clit.

You whimper... "I need you inside me. All of you."

He smiles, that lazy, dangerous smile. "Good girl for asking so nicely." Then he releases your wrists but only to pull your shirt off. His own clothes follows quickly and when he settles back between your thighs, his bare cock rests heavy against your slick pussy.

He takes his time rubbing the head up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Every slide making you tremble, then he pushes in, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he bottoms out, the fullness makes your head fall back against the pillow.

Suguru stays still for a moment, savoring how you pulse around him and his hands finds yours again, lacing your fingers together above your head and he starts to move, deep and steady thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you.

Your moans mix with his low groans. The bed creaks softly under you both, he leans down to kiss you through it, tongues sliding together in time with his hips and weat begins to slick your skin where you're touching.

He angles his thrusts to grind against your clit with every push, the pleasure builds fast and your legs tightens around him, heels digging into the small of his back. "Aaa— Close," you breathe.

"Come for me," he commands softly. "Let me feel it."

You shatter around him, pussy clenching tight as waves of pleasure washes over you and he keeps moving through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking. Only then does he let himself go, burying deep and filling you with hot pulses of his milky cum.

He collapses on top of you, still inside, his weight comforting once more, he presses soft kisses to your shoulder as you both catch your breath.

"Dinner in a minute," he murmurs with a smile. "And maybe round two after."

You laugh softly and nod, running your fingers through his raven hair. The night is still young, and Suguru is far from being done with you.

-`♡´- MAIN MASTERLIST-`♡´--`♡´-GETO M-LIST-`♡´-

:: 18+ :: fem!reader ::

Your boyfriend Choso is sprawled on his narrow dorm bed, sheets already twisted beneath his back, sweat glistening on his pale skin. The room is dim, only the desk lamp casting a soft glow over his messy hair and those dark amber eyes that keep fluttering half-shut every time you shift. His roommate’s out for the night, but the thin walls mean voices carry, and Choso knows it. He’s biting his lip so hard it’s turning white, trying so damn hard to stay quiet like a good boy.

You’re straddling him, thighs spread wide over his hips, your slick cunt already stretched around the thick head of his cock. He’s so hard it aches, fat and heavy, pulsing inside you as you sink down another inch. A broken little whimper slips from his throat before he can swallow it.

“Shh,” you whisper, voice low and sweet and so fucking mean. You roll your hips slow, letting him feel every ridge as you take him deeper. “Be quiet, baby. Your friends are right next door. You don’t want them to hear how loud you get when I fuck you, do you?”

Choso’s hands fly to your waist, fingers digging in like he’s drowning. “F-fuck… I’m trying,” he gasps, voice cracking. His cock twitches hard inside you, leaking more precum into your dripping heat. “You feel too good… can’t… ah—”

You cut him off by lifting yourself up until just the tip is kissing your entrance, then dropping back down in one smooth glide. The wet sound of your pussy swallowing him is obscene in the quiet room. Choso’s head snaps back against the pillow, a strangled moan tearing out of him before he slaps a hand over his own mouth.

“See?” you tease, grinding down deep, clit rubbing against his pelvis. You lean forward just enough to let your tits brush his chest, nipples hard and dragging over his skin. “That’s what happens when you’re loud. They’ll know exactly what a needy little slut you are for your girlfriend’s cunt.”

He whines behind his palm, hips jerking up involuntarily. “Please… don’t stop,” he mumbles, words muffled. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed dark. “I need it… need you riding me harder.”

You smile, all sugar and cruelty, and start bouncing properly now. Up and down, slow at first, then faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder no matter how much he tries to hold back. Every time you sink down, his fat cock splits you open so perfectly, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl. Choso’s breathing is ragged, little punched-out sounds escaping with every thrust.

“Quiet,” you remind him again, voice dripping honey as you clench around him on purpose. “Or I’ll have to stop and leave you like this, all hard and dripping and desperate.”

“No—no, please,” he begs, voice breaking into a whimper. His fingers bruise your hips, trying to pull you down harder. “I’ll be good, I swear… just don’t stop fucking me.”

You ride him like that for a while, mean little laughs slipping out when he fails miserably at staying silent. His moans keep spilling out, deep and wrecked, turning into these pretty, desperate noises that make your pussy flutter around him. Then, just when he’s starting to lose it, you lift off completely. His cock slaps wetly against his stomach, shiny with your juices, throbbing angrily in the cool air.

Choso lets out a devastated sound, eyes flying open. “Wait—baby, what are you—”

You swing your leg over and turn around, settling into reverse cowgirl. The view is perfect for him now. You reach back, spread your ass a little with one hand, and let him watch as you line his fat cock up with your dripping hole. Slowly, so slowly, you sink down, letting every inch disappear inside you while he stares.

“Oh my god,” Choso groans, long and filthy. His hands immediately grab your hips again, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the small of your back. “Look at that… your pretty cunt taking me so deep. Fuck, I can see everything.”

You lean forward, arching your back like a lazy kitten, ass up and chest pressed to his thighs. The new angle has his cock hitting even deeper, bullying right against your cervix with every tiny shift. “Then fuck me, Choso,” you purr, voice teasing. “Show me how bad you want it. Make me feel it.”

He snaps.

His grip tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, hard and fast, the bed creaking under the force. The wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room now, no holding back. Every stroke is deep, punishing, his balls smacking against your clit. You can feel him losing control completely, hips stuttering, cock swelling even thicker inside you.

“Shit—shit, you’re so tight,” he pants, voice raw. “Taking my cock like such a good girl… fuck, I’m gonna—ah—gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

You moan softly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, letting him fuck up into you like an animal. “Then cum, baby. Fill me up. But don’t you dare get loud. Your friends might hear what a mess you make when you’re buried in my pussy.”

Choso’s rhythm falters, a broken cry ripping from his throat despite your warning. “Can’t… can’t help it,” he sobs, pounding harder. “You’re too much… too wet, too perfect… fuck, I love you, I love your cunt so much—”

He’s gone now, hips snapping up wildly, chasing that edge. You clench around him on purpose, milking him, and that’s all it takes. Choso buries himself to the hilt with one last desperate thrust, his cock pulsing as he spills hot and thick inside you. Rope after rope, flooding your pussy while he whimpers and moans your name like a prayer, trying and failing so miserably to stay quiet.

You ride out the last of his orgasm, grinding back slow, feeling him twitch and leak inside you. When he finally collapses back against the sheets, chest heaving, you glance over your shoulder with a wicked little smile.

“See what happens when you can’t behave?” you murmur, voice soft and teasing. “Next time I might have to gag you… or maybe I’ll just let your friends listen to how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me.”

Choso just whines, pulling you down against him, still buried deep, already half-hard, like the needy boy he is, pressing soft loving kisses along your neck getting oh so desperate for you all over again.

it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.

somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.

if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.

he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.

your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.

he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.

“you’re more sensitive than usual.”

shiu leans back in his office chair, hands steady on your hips as you move in his lap. panties shoved to the side, and you’re riding him slow but deep, chasing the feeling you’ve missed for weeks.

after weeks of busy schedules, today you both finally lined up a free lunch slot and you showed up at his door flushed and impatient.

“been a while, hasn’t it?” he murmurs against your neck. he sounds a little surprised every time you get like this, but he doesn’t push the thought. instead he guides your rhythm, letting you bounce at your own pace while his thick length fills you completely.

you whimper softly and roll your hips harder, thighs trembling around him. every drag of him inside you feels fuller and hotter than usual after the dry spell. he notices right away.

“easy, baby. you’re shaking already.” his thumbs stroke your waist under your top. “all that time apart and now you’re this worked up. couldn’t wait, could you?”

you nod, biting your lip as you keep moving, taking him again and again. the chair creaks quietly under you. the thought of someone walking past his office door adds a rush, but you don’t slow down. you needed this. needed him.

shiu lets out a rough breath, eyes heavy as he watches you. “fuck… you feel so good. missed this so much.” he thrusts up to meet you, burying himself deeper, and you gasp at the sudden spark. he’s so hard, so warm, stretching you so right after weeks of nothing.

“so greedy,” he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “guess going without for so long made you extra needy.” his hand slides up your back, pulling you closer so your chest presses against him. “sneaking into my office just to ride me on lunch break. you really couldn’t hold out anymore, huh?”

you moan against his shoulder, moving faster. the ache in your body builds quick and heavy. he feels it too—the way you tighten around him. and he’s enjoying it so much, watching his pretty young girlfriend use him like you want. his cock throbs inside you, rock hard and pulsing as you ride him faster.

“don’t stop, baby,” he whispers near your ear. “keep bouncing on me. i want to feel you cum all over my cock before my next meeting.”

You're already slipping into Zayne's lap, pressing your lips to his. He hums in surprise, but returns the kiss with an equal amount of vigor.

"So fucking hot. It's not-not fair." Your motions are near frantic as you pull at his clothes. He helps you, though clearly confused.

"Are you feeling alright?" Zayne presses a hand to your forehead, but you shake him off to leave kisses along the column of his neck.

"I feel fine. You're just-you're so hot. I need you so bad." Your desperation is coming off of you in waves, and Zayne seems to understand what's happening. He helps you out of your clothes, deft fingers tracing your heated skin.

You're doing your best not to rush him. Knowing Zayne, a punishment is always on the table and you think you'd combust if he edged you right now.

"Zayne..." You murmur softly as his hands slide up your waist. Involuntarily, your hips grind against his, feeling his hardness straining against the fabric of his boxers. Clearly, you're not the only one who's desperate.

"You look beautiful like this."

"Yeah yeah I-I know Zayne we can skip the foreplay okay? I-I need it." He chuckles at your words, but obeys without a word.

Your face contorts in relief the moment you sink down on his cock, resting your heated face in his shoulder. For a moment, neither of you move, just basking in the closeness that you so rarely get to savour.

"Do you feel better?" Zayne murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. You hum, still not quite satisfied.

𑣲 utterly adored. ┊ valko.

#bringbackvalko ⠀•⠀ Minors DNI !⠀•⠀Reblogs appreciated ! ──⠀ cw. this was not supposed to end up a grinding and val cumming in his pants thing but i wrote this while drinking so (shrugs). no prns / body used for reader. sub leaning and good boy valko <3 srry gang i don't have much experience writing frottage/dry humping fics but the coochie had a vision and who am i to oppose

ok thats enough of being drunk and depressed 🚬🚬🚬 time to get off my ass, bc they are NOT taking this dog from me

⠀ ⠀"What are you—? Haah—"

 ⠀⠀ He's cute. He is so, so cute. Your big, sweet wolf practically melting under your hands and your kisses and the downwards grind of your hips— how are you not supposed to adore him? Your fingers run across his chest and his shoulders greedily, reveling in the heat under your fingertips. His soft whines fill the air, only contested by the loud thump thump thump of his tail smacking eagerly against the carpet.

 ⠀⠀ "I'm not complaining," Valko starts above you, breath already labored and a ruddy blush across his face. He looks good enough to eat. "But where is this coming from? I thought I was supposed to be the animal here."

 ⠀⠀ You hum, giving the junction of his shoulder and neck one last nip, teasingly grinding down on the prominent tent of his sweats. "No reason," you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then to his nose, then between his brows above the frame of his illegally cute glasses. "You're just cute, is all. Problem?"

 ⠀⠀ "No, but if you keep this up, I'm not gonna— fuck—"

summary: in which you jokingly accuse the lads boys of cheating (and they hate it).

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko

notes: veryyy mild hurt/comfort, xavier is #nothavingit, zayne is lovely, rafayel is evil, sylus is lovely too, caleb is secure for once, valko is the loveliest. fem (!!!) reader, allusions to cheating (obvi), a little toxic but it’s resolved quickly, that’s it (i think).

p.s. this one is kinda ass forgive meeeeee (ty ly)

a/n: mind blank…i want valko…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

synopsis: What happens when you're the only one cumming? pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader content: just straight fucking lmao, edging (male), reader is a bad bitch a/n: I said I would start writing multi's...I hope you enjoy!!

Zayne

It's one of Zayne's favourite's.

I mean, it's yours too. After all, he gets so loud when you're on top, even more so when you're in reverse, and he gets the perfect view of your back and ass.

"Fuck..." Zayne groans as you rock back and forth, back arched prettily. Your whole body feels like it's on fire, but in the best possible way. God, you really needed to do this more often.

You can't help but glance over your shoulder, clenching at the sight of him. His brows are knit in pleasure, head tossed back as he moans.

So pretty. Just as pretty as he'd been all of last week when he hadn't let you cum.

There’s something incredibly hot about riding your nerdy boyfriend until his glasses slide down his nose. He’s usually so composed, always in button-ups, always with those cute wire-rimmed glasses perched on his face, always muttering about formulas or code or whatever he’s nerding out about that day. But right now? He’s a complete mess.

You’re straddling his hips, knees planted firmly on the mattress, riding him to the hilt. Every roll of your hips makes his thick length slide perfectly inside you, hitting that spot that makes you moan softly. His hands are gripping your thighs, fingers digging in like he needs something to hold onto.

“Baby—” he stammers, voice cracking. His glasses are already slipping, sliding down the bridge of his nose as his head tips back against the pillow. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, lips parted as he tries (and fails) to keep his breathing steady. You smile down at him, grinding your hips in a slow circle, watching the way his eyes flutter behind the fogging lenses.

“You look so cute like this,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him. His glasses bump against your nose, but you don’t care. You just keep riding him, faster now, taking him deeper. He moans into your mouth, hips jerking up to meet yours. One of his hands slides up your back, the other stays on your hip, guiding you as you bounce up and down on him.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, voice shaky. “I can’t- I’m gonna—” His glasses finally slip off completely, landing somewhere on the pillow beside his head. His eyes, those pretty, unfocused eyes, lock onto yours, wide and desperate.

You ride him harder, chasing your own pleasure while watching him fall apart underneath you. When you come, clenching tight around him, he follows right after with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you.

Afterward, he lies there panting, glasses askew on the pillow, looking completely wrecked and blissed out. You lean down and kiss him softly, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. He laughs breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to his chest.

He’s been stuck at his desk for hours, glasses perched on his nose, muttering to himself about deadlines. You’ve been watching him from the bed, growing more impatient by the minute. Until finally, you can’t take it anymore. You crawl under his desk without warning, settling between his spread thighs. He jolts when you tug his sweatpants down, eyes widening behind his lenses.

“Baby- I have to finish this—” His voice cuts off in a choked gasp as you wrap your lips around his tip and take him deep.

He’s only half-hard at first, but the second your warm, wet mouth envelops him, you feel him twitch and swell rapidly against your tongue. His dick thickens fast, growing heavier and harder with every slow suck, the veins pulsing as blood rushes in. You can feel him getting fully erect in your mouth, stretching your lips wider, the head nudging deeper toward your throat as he hardens completely. The way he throbs and fills out so quickly makes you moan softly around him.

You suck him slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, savoring the way he twitches and grows even stiffer in your mouth. “Fuck…” he whispers, one hand dropping to grip your hair. His other hand stays on the keyboard, fingers trembling as he tries to keep typing. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

You hum around him, taking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks. His hips twitch up involuntarily, pushing more of his now rock-hard length into your warm mouth. His breathing grows ragged, glasses slipping down his nose as he fights to stay focused.

Every time you swirl your tongue or suck harder, he lets out these soft, broken little sounds, half-moans, half-whimpers — that make you even wetter. He looks so cute like this: flushed cheeks, messy hair, trying so hard to be a responsible boyfriend while you sucks him off under his desk.

When he finally comes, it’s with a quiet, shaky groan, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat. You swallow every drop, gently licking him clean while he pants above you. He pulls you up into his lap afterward, kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue. His arms wrap around you tightly, face buried in your neck.

He slips into the bedroom late at night, eyes immediately drawn to you lying on your stomach, fast asleep in nothing but his oversized t-shirt. The hem has ridden up, exposing your bare ass and the soft, glistening lips of your pussy. Just the sight of you like this — warm, relaxed, and completely vulnerable — makes him throb.

He quietly undresses and climbs onto the bed. He spreads your legs gently and leans down, dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. You’re already wet. He groans quietly against your pussy, licking deeper, tasting you while you stay lost in sleep.

When he’s nice and hard, he kneels behind you, lines himself up, and slowly pushes inside. Your pussy stretches around him beautifully, hot and silky even while you’re sleeping. You let out a soft, unconscious moan as he bottoms out, clenching around him.

“Fuck, baby… so greedy even when you’re sleeping,” he whispers filthily, starting to thrust slowly. He fucks you with long, lazy strokes, savoring how wet and warm you feel wrapped around him.

Your body reacts on instinct — pussy fluttering and dripping around him with every thrust. He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back as he starts fucking you a little harder, the wet sounds of his entire ltngth sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filling the quiet room.

He reaches around to rub your clit in slow circles while he pounds into you. You whimper and push back against him in your sleep, making him groan. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps, hips snapping faster. “Taking me so well even when you’re out cold.”

When he finally gets close, he buries himself deep and cums hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stays inside you for a while, gently grinding through the aftershocks, pushing his load deeper.

Only then does he carefully pull out, clean you up, and cuddle up behind you, kissing your shoulder softly. You always sleep better after he fills you up.

sylus understands your hesitancy to make yourself vulnerable, but he also can't stand to see you unfulfilled. the first couple times he catches you staring at his lips, he offers nothing but lazy blinks and slow smirks, challenging you to come to him first. but when you look away in uncertainty one too many times, seemingly content to watch your own desires slip away as long as it saves you from embarrassment, he saunters toward you, maintaining eye contact all the way. placing one hand on your hip and the other on your chin, he bends to capture your lips with his, making you stumble with his intensity. his grip on you only tightens when he breaks the kiss, and before you can ask what he’s doing, he tugs you toward his lips. when you lose your balance and fall into his embrace, you realize his game: he’s making you kiss him first 

zayne empathizes with your shyness and hesitancy, afraid to so much as look at you the wrong way in case he offends you. since you’re both too frozen in overthought to make the first move, you don’t become intimate as quickly as most couples, trading physical closeness for emotional understanding. when he walks you to your door after a visit to the bakery, he leaves you with a warm goodnight hug, and you both assume the other is satisfied. only when you think he’s asleep on the sofa one evening and press a fond kiss to his cheek does he realize you share his private desires. the next day, after stoically psyching himself up for 20 minutes, he finds you in the kitchen and kisses you deeply, a pink tinge on his cheeks when he pulls away

“eight,” he says when he plucks your headphones off. 

before you go to bed for the night, “eleven.” 

when he looms over you with a flat-sounding “twenty-one,” you finally crack. “i can count, too. one two, three, fou—”

“your skills are impressive. unfortunately, i’m counting because it's been twenty-one hours since i’ve seen you eat a scrap of food. unless you've been taking your meals in the shower?”

“maybe i have.”

“efficient,” he remarks. “but i can’t imagine it’s texturally satisfying.” 

your shoulders sag under his unimpressed gaze. “i just haven't been hungry, sylus.”

“if you only eat when you're hungry, your body’s already behind. is there something wrong? are you sick?” 

“it’s more like i’m forgetting than anything. i’ll get so caught up in thinking, and before i know it, hours have passed. by the time i notice, i have to choose between food and sleep. sleep usually wins.”

he nods slowly, pondering something. then, he starts to turn on his heel. “well, the dishes should be dry by now, so i’m going to bake some cupcakes. feel free to join me,” he says casually. 

you blink like you’ve misheard. “cupcakes?”

“yes. the twins are out for the night, so there’s no fear of them being stolen fresh out of the oven. it’s a rare opportunity.” 

at that moment, your stomach growls. 

he nods approvingly, as if the sound came on his command. “not hungry, huh?” 

as you stare down at your belly, searching for answers, it only says hello to you again. “i didn’t think i was.” 

“maybe you just needed something to awaken your appetite. now that it’s back, we can't let it go dormant again.” he extends a large hand and helps you up from the sofa, a half-smile spreading on his hopeful face. “come on. i’ll mix, you frost.” 

you shuffle forward a few steps, then pause. “…do you have sprinkles?”