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SKZ x Free Use

Pairings: Sub!SKZ x gn!Reader

Genre: Mature and fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, consensual free use, mentions of bondage, free use, exhibitionism, degradation, humiliation, praise kink, overstimulation, edging, use of punishment, pegging, use of butt plugs

Word count: 858 words

a/n: I've seen a lot of fics regarding skz and free use and it's usually them using the reader, but what if it was the other way around?

p.s not really my best work but it's meh

smut under the cut!

Chan

i think he's the most obedient one out of the bunch and he's just so eager to please you to the point where he's down to let you use him anytime and anywhere. a stressful day at work? you'll come home to see him on his knees on the bed the moment you go inside your bedroom. outside on a date? he'll let you use him in a public bathroom. he's also a slut for praises. the first time you called him a good boy, he ended up cumming to early and then spent the next 30 minutes apologizing. he's so eager to please you to the point where he'll let you use him despite that he has already came, riding him through overstimulation that made him tear up until you rip another orgasm out of him so you make sure to reward him afterwards with so much cuddles.

Minho

a brat. 100% a brat, no joke. he does that because he loves seeing you how frustrated you get with him so you can give him his punishment. "Lee Minho, you come over here this instant." "No." so yeah, he gets tied up most of the time and you ride with a vibrator up his ass and you don't let him cum, edging him until he's a sobbing mess, begging you to let him have his sweet release. "pls pls pls i'm sorry, pls let me cum i'll be good, i promise!" "No."

Changbin

oh god, i keep on thinking about Changbin letting you tie him up (loose enough to keep his blood flow going and so that he can easily get out of it whenever he wants because you're a good dom) on his knees and keep him like that for long hours of the day, using him whenever you want, not even giving him a chance to cum sometimes, and he just sits there, not even complaining. So since he was such a good boy, you reward him by untying him and letting him fuck you until he finally cums, not forgetting to thank you too. Just imagine his pretty muscles bulging up against the ropes and leaving pretty marks on his skin. Absolutely devastating </3

Hyunjin

WILL DEFINITELY WEAR A BUTTPLUG ALL OF THE TIME SO HE STAYS STRETCHED OUT UNTIL YOU DECIDE TO FUCK HIM <3. Just imagine bending him over a counter the moment his friends leave the dorm, his cute butt plug snug on his cute lil butt. OR OR OR when you're outside on a date, you play on his butt plug and you love it when he squirms on his seat, trying to stay quiet because poor jinnie doesn't wanna get caught!!

Jisung

definitely the type to let you ride him in front of his band members and gets 10x harder when you humiliate him. "You're such a little dirty slut aren't you? You like it when I fuck you in front of your friends?" you would ask him and he would just whine and nod, the blush on his checks getting redder the moment he hears his other bandmates laugh at his state. Would also shameless call you mommy the moment he cums, not caring if his hyungs will tease him about it afterwards.

Felix

the urge to bend him over a counter and fuck him every time he wears a cute little skirt? oh god please. sometimes, he can be a little tease, wearing his cute little skirt around the dorm just to rile you up, just waiting for you to fuck him in front of his friends, just like jisung. he's a lil freak. and despite his deep ass voice in his songs and during performances, he turns into a whiney baby in bed. is also defnitely the type to wear buttplugs too so you can fuck him whenever you want because he's all stretched out already.

Seungmin

people would usually think that he's the dominant one of the relationship, oh but they're wrong. when it's just the two of you, he's such a big baby, so eager to please. he just loves it when you use him whenever you want. if you wanna cock warm him while working, he would gladly let you, and if you're horny, he'll let you ride him until you cum, not even complaining if he hasn't finish yet so you reward him by giving head so he can cum on your pretty face and honestly, it's just so adorable every time he's about to cum and you just wanna smother him with kisses, and so you do and you give him the best cuddles afterwards for being such a good baby <3

Jeongin

is cool with the idea of free use, just not in public and of course you respect that because you're a good dom <3 will also be lowkey a sub but jeongin doesn't want to admit it. will also let you use him even anytime you want because he just wants to hear you tell him that he's such a good boy!!! will accidentally call you mommy!!! is also very vanilla and loves your aftercare afterwards <3

Baby, all at once, this is enough (Namor x f!reader)

(Still obsessed with him, don’t judge me)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 574

Summary: You gave him one of the gratest gifts he could have ever asked for.

Warning: Nothing to be honest, just the must pure of purest fluff, I think.

A/N: What can I say? I love him so much that I will write for him to the day I die

Translations:

In yakunaj - My love

Jats'uts - beautiful

In reina - My queen

Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti’ le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj. - You have given me more than I could ever ask for, thank you my love

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

Namor enter quietly to his quarters, not wanting to disturb you if you were resting. He remembered the moment he saw you laying on his bed, so pale and weak, that the thought of loosing you terrified him. He just couldn’t stand seeing you like that. He couldn’t. You were everything, his strength, his heart, his soul. He was a changed man because of you.

You opened your eyes at the sound of him, a smile immediately forming on your face. “Hi.” You whispered.

“In yakunaj.” He kneeled at your side, his hands quickly grabbing yours, kissing your palms. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

You laugh. “I have everything I could ever need at the moment.”

Namor smiled, even after all this time, he waiting for you to ask anything, you would always deny that offer. “You are glowing.” One of his hands left yours and brush away the few strands of hair that glued to your face thanks to the sweat. “Jats'uts.”

“So you are saying I was not beautiful before?” You said, the smile still on your face. Namor shook his head in amusement. “Have you seen them?”

“Not yet.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to see you first, needed to make sure you didn’t leave me.”

“As if I could leave you alone.” You whispered back.

As if on cue, Namora entered smiling, two little bundles tucked on her arms. “K'uk'ulkan.” She nodded at Namor, turning quickly to you. “In reina.”

Namor left your side for a moment, walking towards Namora, gently taking away one of the babies. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his son, cradling him as gently as he could. You had given him so much more than he ever expected to have. Much more than he deserved.

Namora soflty place the baby girl on your arms, her fingers tracing the features of the infant with so much wonder before taking her leave, leaving both parents to bond with their children.

He walked to you, sitting on your side. Your head rested on his arm, as he watched both of his children. “Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti’ le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj.” He kissed your forehead, making you close your eyes. Namor couldn’t help the tears that began falling down on his face, looking back and forth between his children. “I vow to protect them, to protect you.”

You hummed, a bit tired from everything. “You don’t have to vow anything, I know you will do it regardless.” Your tired eyes watched how your husband brushed his hand over your son’s bald head. At that moment, you love him even more than you had before.

“The others want to meet them soon.” Namor whispered against your hair, noticing how your eyes began to close. “I manage to appease them for a little bit, but I am afraid that they will demand to know them soon.”

“I know, Namora didn’t leave my side until they were born, I think she even threatened the midwife when she made a mistake.” You laughed, your eyes finally closed.

Namor hummed in approval. “Remind me to thank her later.” He put his son on the basket, the one that the old women from Talokan had given him before, repeating the action with his daughter. “Rest, in yaakunaj, you have earn it.”

“Stay.” You muttered against his chest.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

When did Attuma and Okoye realize they were in love with each other? How did their first "I love you" or "I'm in love with you" go? Was it in their native tongue? OMG who said it first? Did the other say it immediately after? Was it Romantic? Clumsy? Awkward? Planned? In the heat of the moment? Do they only say it to each other in the other's mother language now? Give me all the deets please.

Hi, anon! This is just one of my 3,000 little headcanons with them.

Attuma realized he was in love with her one evening when she was standing by the shore with him, looking out at the water and trying to paint a picture of Talokan in her mind. It was a place that she almost couldn't begin to comprehend. The sun was setting and the light was reflecting on her skin and she was glowing. He couldn't help but stare at her, heart swelling when she smiled or asked a question about his home. She was more curious than she appeared, always wanting to know more. He'd tell her everything she wanted to know. He'd give her everything she ever wanted if she said the word.

Okoye didn't realize that she was in love until she hadn't seen him due to pushing him away. She thought she did it for his benefit as well as her own, but she kept catching herself missing him at the most random times. She'd be practicing with a punching bag and think of him, or she'd walk along the waters and wish he was there. It irked her because she didn't want to be in love with him. She'd promised herself emotional peace after everything that she'd been through, so why on earth was he swooping in and lighting her emotions on fire? Eventually, she got around to apologizing to him and telling him why she was distancing herself and he understood. He forgave her because he was already so smitten and he was sure the only thing that she could possibly do to ruin the way he felt about her would be to literally kill him.

I've got a few different scenarios on how they would go about saying it, though. They wouldn't say it immediately after realization. To me, when and how they'd say it would be dependent on how established their relationship is and how emotionally available either of them are at the time. Either way, it would definitely end up very romantic even if it didn't begin that way. I'll just give this one, though because if I write down all the different ways I think they could say "I love you" for the first time, this post would be ridiculously long.

Okoye would probably be the one to say it first if they were still tiptoeing around their relationship. It would be because she'd exhausted him with the way she kept herself closed off with him. He would be ready to commit to her, but the fear she has of getting hurt would stop her from taking those steps with him. She'd distance herself, avoid him, etc., and eventually he would just have enough of it. Usually, his temper is very even. He knows how to use his emotions tactically instead of acting impulsively, but she'd gotten to the very end of his patience, found his last nerve, and tap danced all over it by shutting him out.

He'd probably show up to her home and have to almost push his way in due to her adamance on not letting him come in because she just can't control the way she feels when she's around him. He'd get in, of course, and he'd do his best to speak to her calmly, but his emotions would get the better of him and his voice would raise gradually. He wouldn't yell since the goal was to get her to come to him, not to scare her off any more than he already had.

"I have spent my nights contemplating what I have done to cause you harm, but I come up short every time," he'd start.

She'd let him rant, not ready to speak yet and feeling that he deserved to express himself since she'd made him feel like he was doing something wrong. In reality, he'd done nothing wrong, she just couldn't fathom the idea that he was genuinely trying to love her in the way that she deserved.

"What have I done to hurt you, Okoye?" he would finally ask, eyes baring into her soul for an answer because all he wanted to do was give her everything he and the world had to offer her.

She'd spent years fighting. Fighting herself, fighting the world, and now fighting him. She was exhausted, tired of fighting. Okoye never had the intention to tell him that she was in love with him. She'd decided that letting him drift away would make it fizzle out and she wouldn't have to come to terms with it. She hadn't thought about the fact that he'd be wondering what was wrong with him. It was the hurt expression on his face that ripped her heart right out of her chest that finally forced her to tell him.

"I cannot love you because if I do, I would be letting you in. I do not let people in," she'd reply.

He'd open his mouth to speak, to tell her that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her and that she could let him in, but she'd stop him with a raised hand before continuing.

"But, I do love you. Despite my every intention to keep you away. I wish I could let you in, but I cannot."

And, he'd just stare at her with so much adoration because she does love him and that's really all he needed to hear. He could work with the rest. He could put together the broken pieces of her, heal those wounds, and kiss away her pain. He could do that because he loved her, too. He wasn't usually one to let things work out on their own, but he believed it, that this one thing, their thing would work out.

All the frustration inside of him would melt away as the pieces clicked and he'd realize that they'd be okay. He'd walk to her, cup her face and she'd avoid his gaze.

"Look at me," he'd tell her softly and she'd obey because he had this guidance over her that she couldn't quite explain.

Attuma would look at her with those eyes again and lean down to press his forehead to hers.

"I love you," he'd say softly in his native tongue and she wouldn't know what it meant because she was still learning. She'd probably furrow her eyebrows at him and open her mouth to ask, but he'd translate for her with an even softer tone than before.

The two of them would stand there in their revelation and he'd pull her close to him, letting her know that he wasn't going to let her go. She'd feel safe for once even though a thousand thoughts were running through her mind.

"I have you now, warrior," he'd say. "You do not have to fight alone."

The reason why so many white boys are turning to Allah is simply because Muslims have what they will never have. A sizeable brown cock, thick lips and a voracious sex drive.

Western men want to feel like a pet. When a white boy first meets an Abdul or an Ahmed or a Mohammed they don’t see a regular human being, they see a god which they desperately need to worship…

poison

Shuri x black!fem!reader

Summary: before the fight with namor, shuri comes to see you.

Content Warning: brief mentions of grief, fingering(reader giving), oral sex(reader giving), unrequited love

Word Count: 2.2k

Know you ride it right I might just die tonight But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby) I know it's bad for me And you know it tastes so sweet I think I need your abuse baby

.....

Bathed in calming hues of pink, orange and red, the sky above the city glowed down at you while you lounged on a swinging chair on your balcony. You had your nose in a book, like you did every Friday night. After a week of nurturing the young minds of Wakanda, you deserved the break. Reading offered you an escape, something you found yourself needing now more than ever since Namor declared war on Wakanda. Having to explain to children why their beautiful country was in danger had taken its toll. 

A breeze passed by and you shivered, pulling up the fleece blanket tighter around yourself. You took another sip of tea to warm you up, without taking your eyes from the page. The story was just getting good when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Someone was watching you. 

“Good read?” The black panther stood across from you, leaning precariously on the glass railing with her arms folded

“Good enough” you shrugged and tucked your bookmark between the pages then set it aside, 

“Shuri, I-” 

“We don’t have to talk about my mother” she pressed a button and the suit was gone, revealing her face to you. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue. 

Shuri came to you to unload the weight of Wakanda. When she was with you she wasn’t a Queen or the Black Panther or a genius. Being with you was a respite from a world that took so much from her. 

“Ofcourse, whatever you need”, you couldn’t deny her what she wanted when she wanted so little.

Shuri crossed the small balcony, took up your teacup and sipped. Your eyes followed the tattoo on her hand. 

“Lemongrass? Your tastes have matured” she teased you then plopped down on your lap with an exaggerated sigh

“Shuri, get off!” you giggled, wriggling helplessly under her. The chair rocked under the weight of you both. She had the strength of the heart shaped herb so there was no budging her.

“What is that sound? Is that a mosquito?” 

She pretended she couldn’t hear you, so you took your middle finger and jammed it in her ear, just hard enough to make her yelp and jump off you

You were too busy cackling to retaliate when Shuri grabbed your arm, pulled you up and flush against her lean body. Before you realised what was happening Shuri held the upper half of your body dangling over the balcony railing.

Your ears pounded as blood rushed to your head

“Shuri ,I’ll scream if you don’t take me up right now!” 

Terrified at the thought of someone finding out her location, Shuri quickly pulled you upright.

She had the audacity to snicker at you while you patted down your shirt and situated your braids to look less dishevelled.

“Now if you’re done being childish, let’s go inside. It’s getting cold and I have dinner in the oven”

Shuri grabbed her stomach and widened her eyes, “You know what I think I’m full”

You slid open the door that led from the balcony into the living room and shoved Shuri inside. You both knew she loved your cooking, she just wanted to be a pain the ass

“Ow”

…

This little dance between you two was practised, you knew it well. Shuri wouldn’t rush. She liked the build up, liked to spend time with you and unfold you slowly, then take what she needed. 

So you took your sweet time moving around the kitchen, while you waited for the salmon to fully cook. You stirred the pasta on the stovetop, the rich creamy texture made a rather suggestive sound

“That sounds familiar” Shuri spoke up from where she was exploring your newest buy. A vintage record player you bought with the money Shuri sent you monthly

“Perv” you rolled your eyes playfully

It had taken you months to accept her money, and even longer to start spending it. It felt wrong at first. You and Shuri were not girlfriends. You were friends who slept together. How could you just take her money like that? Eventually Shuri convinced you that you deserved it and you believed her

You turned off the stove, satisfied with the pasta, then took the salmon from the oven. The delicious smell floated through the apartment and suddenly you remember just how hungry you really were. 

While you plated the food, Shuri came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you. She’d done it a million times before but you felt butterflies every time

“You take such good care of me, love” she pulled your braids to the side and nuzzled her nose on the side of your sensitive neck

You giggled, “It’s the least I could do,really” 

Shuri finally lets you go so you could both sit at the island and enjoy your meals in comfortable silence. When you were full, Shuri took both your dishes and washed them, like she did every other time she came over. 

“I’ll go get the shower going” your feet patter on the hardwood floor of your apartment, as you make your way to your bathroom. You flicked on the light, bathing the room in brilliant white. The bathroom was one of your favourite places in the luxurious apartment that Shuri funded. You could unwind and wash away the troubles of the day, something you looked forward to doing for Shuri. 

You took your time to pick out a lavender scented candle and lit it, resting it on the counter. Then you turned on the stream from the massive shower head so it had time to heat up while you picked out a body wash and body scrub that you knew Shuri would like.

As you started to undress from your button down shirt and pencil skirt you wore to work, Shuri joined you in the bathroom, her footstep almost undetectably light

But you had learnt her patterns well enough to sense when she entered the room, watching you

“You know it’s impolite to stare?” you tease her, turning around while you shimmied out of your panties, leaving yourself bare to her tired gaze

“My apologies,” Shuri took slow steps towards you, a mischievous lift to her lips, “may I please gaze upon your beauty?”

Shuri reached out, took your hand and kissed the back of it, your stomach swooped.

“Shut up and get undressed” you slipped from her grasp behind the glass walls of the shower, sighing happily when the hot water caressed your brown skin

You poured a generous amount of body wash onto your wash cloth and started to lather from your neck down to your toes. 

Shuri stepped into the shower and grabbed her washcloth she kept at your apartment. You took it from her hand and started washing her body. Carefully cleaning her beautiful skin while you watched you with rapt attention.

“Shuri…” you went down on your knees and washed her feet, “you’re so pretty”

She was speechless at your honest adoration. She pulled you back up to her and walked you both under the stream to rinse the suds off. With the water running down your face, Shuri cupped your jaw, titled your face towards her and molded her lips to yours. The warm water only served to make the kiss wetter. You opened your mouth eagerly when her tongue lapped lazily on your lips. When Shuri pulled back, panting, you took her bottom lip into your mouth and sucked it hungrily, locking your eyes with her. 

Your core ached, begging for more, but you had all night. She could wait. 

You released her lips to grab the body scrub from the nook in the shower wall

“You bought a new scrub?”

“Yeah it’s mango scented, smell it” you held up the jar to Shuri’s face

She obliged and took a sniff 

“Nice” 

You rolled your eyes at her remark and took the jar from her hand to exfoliate yourself and then her. She tried to push your hand away, insisting she could do it herself but you did it for her. 

Deep down you knew you would do anything for her, and that was a terrifying thought.

…

After doing your skincare routines in silence, you and Shuri blew out the candle then made your way to your bedroom, kissing and groping each other along the way . The unspoken words were thick between you both. Tonight they would remain unaddressed yet again. You knew what you were getting yourself into months ago. 

Shuri walked you backwards into your bed and lay you down on the silk sheets, the cool sensation errotic beneath your body

She sat back and took you in, face betraying her longing to lay with you. But tonight you would please her. It’s what she deserved

You sat up and crawled toward her, swaying your hips as you moved like a predator hunting their prey. You grabbed hold of her hips to keep her there, then latched onto her collarbone.

Shuri groaned under your affections.

You released her, licking down her chest. One of your nimble hands massaged her right breast, rolling and pinching the sensitive nipple between your fingers.

She hissed and sighed gloriously above you.

You took her other nipple into your warm mouth, swirling around the nipple, avoiding it for a while to get her on edge.

It wasn’t until she whined, high in her throat for you, “Baby, please”, that you took hold of her nipple between your lips, sucking and sending hot bursts of pleasure through her chest. You switched between her nipples, slowly wringing out cries from her lips, until they were puffy. Her knees buckled but your hand on her hip kept her steady. 

When you were satisfied that she was thoroughly worked up, you skated a hand between her thighs, not quite where she wanted you but close enough to feel how wet and hot she was for you. The muscles in her thighs quivered in anticipation. You drew one finger back and forth along her slit and she instantly started rocking up into your touch, needing more

You pressed the two digits further between her lips, gently caressing on either side of her little bundle of nerves. The sensation shot through her body and grabbed unto your wrist, thighs clamping shut 

“Fuck yes" she gasped

“I can’t make you feel good if you lock me out, Shuri” you slapped lightly twice on the side of their thigh and she relaxed her legs, giving you room. 

“Good girl”, she was always good for you

You didn’t miss how her most delicate part jumped on your fingers at your words. 

You removed your hand and held it up to her face, pulling down her bottom lip to expose her pretty white teeth

“Suck” you instructed her

Shuri cocked an eyebrow, “Ask nicely” her breath was ragged but her tone carried the signature fire you admired in her

“Suck, please” you humoured her, smiling 

She obediently took your fingers into her mouth, lathering them methodically with her saliva. When you pulled out your fingers, a trail followed to her lips, she licked it off. 

Fuck

You returned your now wet fingers to the apex of her legs, teasing her with one finger circling her tight quivering hole

“Just put it in already”

You didn’t ask her to say please. She didn’t need to be polite, her wish would always be your command. You plunged both fingers in at once, drawing a filthy desperate mewl from her throat. You grabbed one of her knees and bent her leg for her, placing her foot on the bed so her pussy was open to you. 

Impaled by your two middle digits, Shuri rode you, angling her hips to find that spot. You crooked your fingers to help her and soon enough  you were rubbing against the bumpy surface deep inside her that you knew so well. Shuri bounced faster and harder, her breasts jiggling with the effort. You were pulsing between your legs, mesmerised at the scene before you. 

The Black Panther, at your mercy.

You broke from your reverie and brought down your other hand rub punishingly at her clit, matching the pace with the rough, insistent pounding of your fingertips on her g-spot

Shuri bucked and jerked wildly as her climax washed over her in waves. She clamped down on your fingers, keeping you inside. She was barely through her release when you pulled your fingers out and repositioned yourself. You lay on your back with your head at the end of the bed and held your tongue out for her. 

“Come let me taste what’s mine, love” you told her

She got the hint.

Shuri climbed onto the bed on shaky knees, opening up her still fluttering cunt over your face

“You want me to ride your face, yeah?” Shuri asked, cheeky

You didn’t bother to respond, you simply stuck out your tongue again, making it wide and flat for Shuri to mount, to taint with her pleasure. You grabbed handfuls of her ass and pulled her down to sit where you wanted her

This is what she gave to you, her poison, and you gladly took it. 

…

Shuri spoke your name into the dark room

“Hmmm?” your eyes remained closed

“I have something to tell you…”

“...Me too, but you go first”

“I never told you who I saw in the ancestral plane…”

“Who?” you whispered

“Killmonger”

“Oh”

“What did you want to say?”

I love you, the words pounded against your throat, begging to come out

“Good luck tomorrow”

end

Heard someone was looking for me? Where’s bae and all his homies ?

“Came home, rolled this L up, and yall know this dick had to come out. Laid back stroking this dick wishing i had a bitch on my team that get down like me. I want a bitch that don’t flinch if she come home and see me on the couch with a homey stroking these dicks, she just get naked and shake that ass and pop her pussy, join the session. A bitch that dont mind pleasing me and the homey/homies, sucking on these dicks, letting us take turns stroking in that pussy, a bitch down for that double penetration, pussy and ass full of dick, pussy squirting and creaming while she take these dicks. I want a freak bitch thats gonna let me enjoy the sight of her getting fucked by another nigga big dick, sucking dick, getting that pussy beat up or that asshole stretched while i smoke some green and play with this hard dick. Or that nasty bitch that’ll bring that pussy home to daddy after she just got finished getting fucked and she come home ready for round two, pussy already open, wet and creamy. Stroking this dick good just thinking about that shit looking at all this good dick fucking this good pussy i been on that cuckold type shit lately. P.S…thats what i be thinking when i see amateur porn for some reason…i wind up imagining its my bitch getting fucked by other mufuckas..lol”

under the blankets | beomgyu

[ virgin bestfriend!beom x softdom fem/gn!reader ]

warnings: beomgyu is subby asf, very brief attempted masturbation (m), oral (m rec) teasing, lil degradation (ehh not too much), lil dacryphilia (gotta love dem tears man c’mon 😌👌), beom says “please” a lot

wc: 2.4k

a/n: dude i think…i think i’m dead- holy shit im thriving rn 🤣👌 shit was so fun to write fr fr so thank you for taking the time to read!! yuhh 😌👍

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All sweaty and worn out from perhaps your most intense pillow fight yet, you and your best friend end off the last round to catch your breaths under the gigantic pillow fort you’ve built together.

You’re never awkward around Beomgyu, and maybe you’re confusing it with the stuffy, hot air.

But this weird tension…

You can literally feel his eyes on you; just staring at the side as if he’s entranced. Why is he just doing that all of a sudden? So…shamelessly?

The awkward silence along with his burning gaze is killing you, so your hand darts out to reach for the nearest little opening between the blankets, slightly parting them for a nice breeze to enter.

It’s refreshing, and Beomgyu continues watching you intently - eyes devoted to your figure even as you lean back onto your hands and close your eyes.

After a few more seconds, the boy shakes his gaze off your parted lips and swallows, averting his eyes somewhere else before his thoughts become too much to hide.

But it’s too late.

You take a subtle peek at him, watching how he keeps adjusting and squeezing the pillow that’s resting against his crotch.

Beomgyu’s eyes fly to yours for a split second, but once he realizes that you’ve been staring at him, he squeezes the pillow harder.

“W-what?” the poor boy gulps after taking a shot at challenging you, but he’s acting so weird all of a sudden- it’s starting to slightly annoy you.

So, you can only give him a weird look in silence, and it’s frying him alive, but he tries with all his stupid might to hold eye contact with you this time.

“W-what are you looking at?” Beomgyu nearly whines, jerking his chin in your direction.

You’d let it go, but his weird behavior is lowkey crawling under your skin - as if he’s teasing you; purposefully or not, you wouldn’t know.

“Yah, you’ve been playing around with that pillow for too long!” You make him jump by pointing out so suddenly.

But then, your impulsive nature decides to lunge at him, hands flying onto the pillow with an insistent grip in attempt to rip it away from his grasp.

Beomgyu’s body jolts again in surprise and pulls on the pillow harder, fearing that with enough strength, you could-

“God, come on!“ you growl, impatience burning in your eyes, “Give it up! What are you hiding-“

“N-no!!”

The sweat in his hands causes him to let go and completely give himself away. Oh, the poor boy.

Eyebrows shooting up in shock, you end up dropping the pillow from your hands immediately, unable to rip your eyes off his…his stupid, clothed crotch. So, that’s- oh…

“Pfft, no way…” you scoff, lips curling up in amusement, “You’re such a fucking weirdo- are you- are you seriously hard right now?”

Beomgyu gulps so fast that he almost chokes on his spit. “I- I’m not!” he blatantly denies.

“Then what the fuck is this?” You point directly at the obvious outline of his wide bulge and his hands move to cover the area immediately.

“I-It’s nothing, okay?!” he stutters, keeping his shameful head down and eyes elsewhere, “I- I don’t know- it just happened!”

Though, not gonna lie, you’re finding this to be quite entertaining. And hot. Beomgyu is in an incredibly vulnerable state right now, and you dont know what it is…but all of a sudden, you just want to-

“I bet you can’t even touch yourself,” you blurt teasingly, and the boy can only blink and let his lips quiver at your unexpected comment.

Incredulous that you would poke him at his most sensitive spot, poor Beomgyu figures that he should somehow retaliate - even if he looks stupid as hell.

“What- what do you know, huh? I bet I can do better than you-“

You open your mouth to call out his bluffing, but before you can say anything, the boy shoots up on his knees and yanks his pajama pants down to expose his thighs and…and ridiculously, hard cock - now bubbling cutely at the top as it rests on the soft skin of his lower abdomen.

He sits back down and leans back on his hands, all of a sudden feeling a surge of embarrassment and too much exposure. He can’t even believe he’s doing this. In front of you.

And fuck, you’ve never wanted more to make a mess of him.

He feels so heated with emotion that he could cry if you don’t stop staring at his cock like that. All pretty and out on display for you to see, yet he worries what you might think of it. Is it too small for your liking? Unimpressive? Disappointing?

It burns in his cheeks that you’re not saying anything, and now his insecurity is starting to kick in even worse.

“I-is that what you wanted to see?” He blurts to break the silence, and you have to quickly stop yourself from letting drool run down your mouth - just from staring at the cute thing for too long. That’d be embarrassing.

But seeing him like this, dumb and unconfident - God, you want to do so much to him right now…

“Okay, go ahead.” You reposition yourself to lean a bit closer to him, nodding towards his pitiful thing, “Show me what you got.”

You definitely wouldn’t want to miss something like this. But he doesn’t do anything yet and you search his eyes; full of shame or inexperience.

Of course, he’s hesitant, and you expected this much, so maybe you should give him a little…push.

“Pfft. Can’t do it?” you taunt and cross your arms, hoping it’ll get to him. “I fucking knew it-“

“I-I totally can!”

Okay, so it does work, but not in the way you thought it would.

You watch as the boy grabs his cock and starts yanking - squeezing at it harshly, and he looks seriously in pain-

“Stop! Gyu, what are you doing?!”

“T-touching myself!” he pants out, shutting his eyes tight and stringing short gasps in between, “I-I’m touching…m-myself- mng-“

But he seriously looks like he’s suffering, abrasively tugging at his dry cock despite how soft and delicate his fingers may be.

“Well, stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself- what the fuck?”

Beomgyu completely ignores your command and keeps torturing himself, face all scrunched up- you can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. But let’s be real, it’s probably the latter-

You latch onto his stiff wrist with a tight grip, pulling with all your strength in order to get him off his own dick. God, the poor thing-

“N-no!! Don’t s-stop me-“

It’s too late and he lets go instinctively when you pinch a sensitive part of his thigh as hard as you can.

“O-oww! W-what the fuck?!“

“Shut it.” Your cold demand has him chewing down on his lip immediately, biting back words out of intimidation. “You’re hurting yourself!”

And both of you are left panting in silence once again. It’s definitely more awkward now than before, though, especially when Beomgyu covers his face with his hands and starts sniffling quietly.

“I-I’m sorry…” His legs curl up towards his chest a bit to somewhat hide his cock from your view, timid voice breaking behind his hands. “Don’t- I don’t know what came over me...I- I can’t do it..”

“Mm, it’s okay, Gyu…” To calm him down a bit more, your thumb begins soothing the red area of his thigh where you pinched too hard.

Although, it makes you feel a little bad for him, you can’t help but feel aroused by how vulnerable and weak he is. The tears only add onto the damage.

But you should help him finish the job. Beomgyu deserves that at least.

“Here. How about I…”

You lick the underside of your teeth as you hook your fingers onto his waistband, slowly pulling them down to his ankles, and then off completely.

And the pitiful, broken boy lets you, still hiding behind his hands and sniffling adorably.

His legs comply when you push them apart with your hands, spreading them enough to settle yourself in between.

As you lie on your stomach, you find yourself losing a bit of self-control the closer you inch to the pretty thing. You let your eyes run over its curves and edges, truly taking your time to admire him from here. God, not to mention how cutely his tip throbs at your warm breath.

Your warm hands climb up his thighs to comfort him with gentle squeezes. And it seems to work as his breathing pattern has somewhat leveled and found pace.

“How about I touch you instead, hm? Would you like that, Gyu?” You offer softly, holding yourself back from just grabbing his cock already and showing him the world. “Tell me.”

When he’s ready, Beomgyu uncovers his face for you- lips all puffy and eyes so sad, yet beautiful. He gulps as he takes in how pretty you look in between his legs, cheeks reddening so cutely. Fuck, you want to ruin him so bad. So, so bad.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

He blinks down at you with the prettiest, heavy eyes and nods. The nurture in your voice assures him that you’ll take care of him - that he’ll finally get a chance to properly orgasm.

Before you wrap your fingers around his waiting cock, you’re going to need his verbal confirmation, though.

“I said tell me, Beomgyu. With your words, baby.”

“P-please…” he whimpers and it makes your own thighs press together, “Please t-touch me…”

“Touch you where?” You tease a little more, feeling horny as hell just from hearing him say such simple words.

“Touch my c-cock, please,” the poor boy sweetly asks of you, “I want you to…t-touch my cock, p-please…”

You hum in satisfaction, licking your lips as you near his cock and wrap your very much needed fingers around his length.

The moment he feels your warmth, beomgyu starts breathing heavily again to calm himself down. It’s already shaky and uneven, but his subtle sounds are music to your ears.

“Tsk. Pretty boy doesn’t even know how to touch himself properly…” you scoff, and his eyes sparkle in the dim light like he could cry again if you keep messing with him. “Pathetic.”

“P-please…don’t t-tease me, please-“

His stupid, cute little mumbles and whimpers are driving you so fucking mad that you lean down to give the head of his cock a quick swipe of your tongue.

The mewl that leaves his lips after is fucking vulgar, and suddenly, you feel the need to give him more than such a short sensation.

“W-wait-“ Beomgyu gasps, hands flying up into his hair, “Y-y/n…your m-mouth-“

The male cries out loud and lets out a broken whine as soon as you take his entire tip into the warm wetness of your mouth, giving him exactly what he deserves.

“Mnng-” He starts panting again, eyes fluttering when your comforting tongue begins teasing the tiny slit at the top, swiping back and forth until he can’t take it anymore-

One of Beomgyu’s hands stay buried in his hair while the other dares reach behind your head to push you down further on his cock-

“P-please-“ he whimpers in broken almost-sobs, “take some m-more…p-please-”

The poor boy in your mouth is so desperate that he’s near tears again. So, you show him a bit more mercy.

You let his pretty hand urge you further down his cock until you’re slobbering at the base of his length.

Beomgyu’s not big enough for you to choke, but his width and thickness is definitely giving your lips a nice stretch.

With heavy eyes trained on how pretty you look between his legs, Beomgyu’s lips part even more when your own touch the soft skin at the base.

He’s a little bit salty, but you don’t mind too much. You just want to make your best friend feel good. And he’s giving you all the sounds you want to hear.

“You’re…s-so pretty, Y/n-” he gasps in between, “p-please keep going- gonna cum-“

All of this is turning you on too much. You’ll have to make him eat you out later or something. He’ll have to make you feel so good that your thighs are squirming and shaking- like his are right now.

“O-oh, f-feels…s-so good…” Beomgyu shivers and the goosebumps follow up his pretty, trembling legs.

“Y/n, please-“ he pants, voice suddenly raising in pitch, “gonna c-cum…in your m-mouth-“

You quickly bring your mouth back up to his tip to focus on his most sensitive part, using the lube of your spit to rub his cock evenly with your hand.

You suck his pretty, throbbing tip with your all, angling your head so that you can see your best friend’s pretty face when he cums.

And it certainly does not disappoint.

The moment you lock eyes with his heavy ones, his eyebrows knit and lips pout before he throws his head back against the wall of fabric, holding your head in place as you give him the ungodly speed of your tongue and hand.

“O-oh, y/n-“ he gasps, gulping for air, “p-please!”

You don’t even stop as he cries out and squirts into your abusive mouth. God, he sounds heavenly, just mewling and whimpering - crying out your name like it’s the last thing he’ll ever say. If you could do this all again, you wouldn’t pass up the chance.

You let sweet, sweet Beomgyu squirt the rest of his thick, hot cum into your mouth until he completely coats your tongue.

The boy’s legs are still shaking even after you remove your lips from his swollen tip. And you think he’s completely come down from ecstasy, until a little bit more seeps out of his slit.

You pull an encore move and swipe the last few drops with your tongue, slowly and gently up his tip for him to see - and it’s cute how his thighs tense up and pretty eyes flutter at the simplest thing.

With the last few drops still sitting on your tongue, you lift yourself up to Beomgyu’s level to bring him into a kiss. Just to show him how good he tastes. Or before he forgets it, at least.

Because he’s gonna have to taste you next.

my okoye x attuma headcannons

when their relationship is still a secret, they schedule secret times to meet by the water

she gives him midnight tours of wakanda

the only reason their relationship was found out was because m'baku was being nosey and followed her to see where she went all the time. he damn near passed out when he saw "big blue" (i just know he calls attuma that) emerge from the water and cup okoye's face and tell her how much he missed her

she's black cat but he's golden retriever

neither are big on pda, but they do subtle things like linking their pinkies together, stolen glances, etc.

attuma lets her braid his hair

after okoye's status as dora was revoked, she let her hair grow out some and he's absolutely obsessed with it

they sit outside and watch the stars. attuma likes to looks at the way her face lights up when a shooting star flashes across the sky

attuma hates w'kabi a little bit more than everyone else just because of the fact that he hurt okoye

okoye constantly asks to go to talokan and he promises she will one day. he just has to get around to stealing a suit for her

attuma is very well aware that she can hold her own when she needs to defend herself, but if someone gets too close for comfort, he steps behind her to show whoever it is that fucking with her means fucking with him too (and having to deal with okoye and attuma out for your blood is the stuff of nightmares)

attuma's whale likes her more than him

okoye gets a cat and attuma is so incredibly intrigued by it

they teach each other how to cook meals from talokan and wakanda

she reads and he lays beside her watching her

shuri was very skeptical at first because she didn't want okoye getting hurt but she realized that there was no one better for her. after a year or two, she starts pushing attuma to propose

he does and she accepts hesitantly because he literally lives in water and she can't, but they work it out

the wedding is small and m'baku brags during his speech that he was the first to know about them (it was actually nakia bc she knew okoye was in love almost instantly and secretly followed them for almost the entirety of one of their midnight dates)