#tiny drabble

Shane's convinced he'll hate this club. He's hated every other. And okay, he mostly still does.

Except…

Except he doesn't really need to dance this time. Ilya stands close, arms around him, and Shane just follows the slow, delicious grind of his hips. His senses are full of Ilya – the taste of his lips, the heady scent of his cologne, the feel of his mesh shirt, and the filthy things he's whispering against his ear.

It feels like all eyes are on them, and Shane knows what every man is thinking: lucky asshole.

He tugs Ilya even closer.

Fucking good.

manon x gn reader implied smut, fluff

rafe’s the type of guy who cheats on you and cries right after.

not because he doesn’t love you—but because daddy never held him right and mommy only loved him when the neighbors were watching.

he’s self destructive in that pretty, rich boy way.

picks fights just to watch you get mad.

fucks up good things because he doesn’t think he deserves them.

fucks some kook who looks a little too much like you when he gets a little too much into his head.

he’ll make it up to you tho—rather it’s with his cock or his family’s money—you’ll be his again.

you always are.

"Tap out, baby girl, you remember how to tap out, right? Just like daddy taught you," Bonnie says as he cock is balls deep down her throat. Her drool drips in streams down her chin and tits, pooling at the floor. His hands are wildly tangled in her hair, keeping her in place. "My good girl."

tiny drabble prompts: hoseok | cold/illness | comfort

word count: 100

cw: sickie hoseok, romantic caretaker jimin, sneezing, tissues

a/n: hope it’s snz heavy enough hehe:) I didn’t spell them out so I could keep my word count at 100 😂

tiny drabble prompt: hoseok | chills & body aches | blanket

word count: 150

gai amatsu desk sex.

having your ass grabbed, slapped, spanked, etc as he rails you over highly expensive, polished wood. his cock is curved just right, perfect for reaching that spot that makes your eyes roll back, and he rocks his hips perfectly against your own as you brace the furniture below you.

gloved fingers twist in your hair, pulling slightly, making you whine and moan as he continues to pound into you.

his office is soundproof, so it's not a problem when he slams into you hard one last time, bringing you over the edge, and causing him to follow in response. both of you emit sounds anything but foreign to each other's ears, now accustomed to the vulnerability found in the soft pants and desperate movements you make as you ride out your climaxes.

his essence runs down your leg when he pulls away, and you hear him zip himself back up behind you, clearing his throat, as if to signify his shift back to business.

"i have a shareholder's meeting in five," he says very factually, handing you the bottoms to your business attire.

He peels himself away from his not so fresh prince with a grimace.

Wille, sensing abandonment, frowns and snuggles closer, giving Simon’s neck a sleepy nuzzle.

“Oh god why?” Simon mutters. He tries to move, tries to reach cooler sheet salvation on his own side, but it’s no good. Wille’s limbs have engulfed him like some sort of Eldritch horror.

“Too warm,” he whines quietly, squeezing Wille’s arm, “Wille.” He nudges him with his butt.

Oh. Mistake.

“Simme?” He’s barely conscious, or at least most of him is. He kisses Simon’s shoulder, pressing against him more insistently.