no clean pants

OTP Teeth
  • Person A: *drugged up from getting wisdom teeth removed*
  • Person B: *came to visit*
  • Person A: who are you? *attempts to strike sexy pose and fails. Loudly whispers * your hot!
  • Person B: * trying not to laugh* I-I'm (person B).
  • Person A: Well, (person B)..*drools a bit from Gauss* you must have cleaned your pants with Windex, cause I can see my self in them latter tonight. *failed wink*
  • Person B: *dying of laughter* yo- you realize- we are already dating!
  • Person A: yes! Worked like a charm!
Here are some Domestic Boyfriend/Girlfriend!Zutara headcanons because I’m trash
  • The two are literally the cuddliest couple you will ever meet. When most people who’d known Zuko before Katara see the two together, they’re shocked. Zuko has never seemed like someone who enjoys physical contact, but with Katara, it’s like they’re joined at the hip. If you turn around, they’re always holding hands, or linked at the arms, or hugging. 
  • BUT they don’t throw it in your face. They aren’t one of those gross couples who can’t keep their hands to themselves. In fact, for the longest time, no one had ever actually seen them kiss. Besides cheek kisses, of course. Cheek kisses are a common occurrence. You’d think with all the motherly kisses Katara gave Aang, she’d give more than she receives. You’d be wrong. Cheek kisses are almost always given by Zuko to Katara. 
  • One day though, Sokka caught them making out behind a pillar at the royal palace, and they were both so embarrassed they couldn’t look him in the eyes for a week. He has NEVER let them live it down. 
  • Even as teenagers, the two were the mom and dad couple. Everyone KNEW they were going to get married. They act like grandparents. When Katara visits from the SWT, they take daily walks through the gardens and feed turtleducks. 
  • Everyone in the Fire Nation hardcore ships the two. Ever since Katara saved Zuko’s life, the people have loved her. Zuko’s council didn’t like her at first, and hated the idea that a waterbender was invited to join meetings as an ambassador. Katara didn’t take any of their crap, and eventually won them over. When the two finally start dating, the Nation FLIPPED OUT. Towns and villages everywhere celebrated. 
  • Once, at the start of their relationship, Katara confessed to Zuko that she always secretly loved the idea of running to hug someone and having them spin you in their arms. Ever since then, WITHOUT FAIL, Zuko makes sure to pick her up and spin her when they are reunited. 
  • While Katara and Zuko have been jealous people in the past, the two are weirdly never jealous of the other… At least, not in the angry way most people are. When one sees the other talking to someone who may or may not be flirting, they don’t run over and start slapping them. The two just gravitate towards one another. So say if Katara is talking to a nobleman at a party and the nobleman starts sweet talking her, Zuko will magically appear behind her, wrap his arms around her, and join the conversation. If some Fire Nation fangirl starting giggling too much around their Fire Lord, Katara will be right next to them, giggling just slightly louder. The two are so in love with each other and oblivious to other advances, however, that they don’t realize that the other has come to rescue them from a flirty pursuer. They’re just happy that the other turned up. 
  • They both have only had ONE angry jealous moment each, both at the start of their relationship. An adviser’s daughter somehow slipped on a piece of ice (which is so weird, since it was a FIRE NATION party) and into a servers tray of wine, and a poor, unsuspecting busboy who tended to flirt with anything and anyone stood too close to one of the torches in the room, and his pants burned clean off, leaving him in his underwear in front of everyone. 
  • Zuko would never, ever, in a million years admit this, but he loves having his hair played with. Katara discovered this fact on accident. He was running late for a meeting and asked her to help him put his hair up. As she started to gather it up, she noticed he instinctually leaned in slightly at her touch. Curious, she continued running her fingers through it, and Agni as her witness, he closed his eyes and sighed happily
  • Lucky for him, Katara loves playing with Zuko’s hair. It’s just so soft! During cuddles, she will always absentmindedly run her fingers through it and twirl it. Once it got to around his shoulders, she even started braiding it. 
  • For all their cuteness, however, the couple has one fatal flaw: They’re competitive as fuck. It started with just Katara. Everyone was on a vacation at Ember Island, and the two were challenged to a beach volleyball game. They both got really into it, but Katara got too into it. When the opposing team won with a foul move, Katara lost it and started yelling at them. Zuko had to throw Katara over his shoulder and drag her away as she kept yelling. But then the opposing player insulted Katara, and Zuko flipped. The two went back for a rematch and obliterated them into the ground. They were sore winners, too. 
  • Katara and Zuko are not allowed to play beach volleyball. 
Shit That Happened Sophomore Year of College

since my crazy freshman year post was a big hit, I thought you guys might enjoy a list of some of the weird things that happened this year! Enjoy!

  • someone yelling “BALL SACKS” at the tops of their lungs in the dorm hall while the clock tower chimed ominously in the distance
    • update: door slams five hours later, accompanied by a very annoyed “ball sacks, again”
    • update: week and a half later, someone slammed open the stairwell door, shouted “SUNDAY MORNING! BALL SACKS!” and then slammed it shut and ran down the stairs
    • update: it’s been 8 months. Every time I think the ball sacks guy is finally done, he shows up again at a random hour on a random day and shouts “BALL SACKS” down the hall for no known reason. I am frightened to try and learn more at this point.
  • those two semi-drunk guys on a Tuesday evening that were on a third floor balcony serenading some guys on a second floor balcony with Bohemian Rhapsody
  • that person who was laying face-down on the sidewalk in front of the University Center while crying and his friend was sitting next to him, gently patting him on the back (#same)
  • 2turmt
  • my first real injury in a sword fight
  • people slingshotting shirts off the roof of the English building
  • this conversation with my friend
    • “Get turnt. But get turnt responsibly.”
    • “Life motto.”
    • “Get it embroidered on a throw pillow.”
  • overheard in the library
    • “I dunno, I just don’t think I want to catch them all.”
    • “But you GOTTA catch ‘em all, bro! Don’t make me sing at you!”
  • the guy sitting in the parking lot outside of my dorm, smoking a joint in his car with a plastic skeleton wearing a bridal veil in the passenger seat
  • the RedBull guerrilla marketing teams that would wander around campus giving out free drinks because the campus store only has Monster
  • “You don’t understand, this malleophone is more valuable than my life.”
  • my ASL professor using a picture of Kanye West to teach us the sign for egotistical/big-headed
  • the former Swiss Army Knife CEO subbing for my management class and going on a small rant about Google buying and selling Motorola so much
  • The Smoking Bandit who almost killed me on a Tuesday night, and who cussed me out at 3:30 am a week later, but ended it with “love you!!!”
  • The Sexy Lumberjack Twins
  • conversation a day before the presidential election with my section leader
    • “What are you doing?”
    • “Crocheting. Avoiding news outlets.”
    • “Solid plan.”
  • overheard in line to get breakfast the Sunday before finals
    • “So then he calls me at like 3 am looking for weed and I’m like? Oh my god, no, let me finish this paper I don’t have any weed right now.”
  • “I know he’s kind of a fuckboi, but like… a fuckable fuckboi, you know?”
  • the beer stash in the locker room during spring semester that was liberally used before 10 am
  • “There’s pizza being neglected over here!” -instant mad scramble for the table-
  • overheard on the shared balcony attached to my room
    • “Siri, what the FUCK”
  • before a painfully early class
    • “I can’t recall where my phone is.”
    • “There’s a pun in there somewhere, who wants to take it?”
    • “Give me 20 minutes to finish my coffee first.”
  • LGBT Studies professor: “my gay agenda is maple syrup”
  • “I’m an American college student, I point and laugh at serving sizes.”
  • that time I slowly and dramatically flipped the bird at a classmate in the middle of my big presentation and the prof couldn’t even get mad about it because i had good reason
  • that theater teacher who still wears a kilt every day getting a tandem bicycle for no discernible reason
  • “It’s the oboe… of love.”
  • the Numa Numa song echoing across campus on a Monday afternoon like the ghosts of memes past
  • that time I’m 80% sure someone got a blowjob in the bathroom stall while I was taking a shower. It was 9:30 pm on a Thursday.
  • me to my friend with 3 stitches in his arm: “please be more careful on future midnight cheese runs”
  • the heated discussion between some of the music majors in the row in front of me before a faculty concert on the best butts in the department
  • actually this would be a good time to mention that some of the music business majors put together one of those Sexy Guys calendars (you know the kind, usually featuring firefighters and/or puppies) made up of the Hottest Guys™ within the music dept. I’m will waiting to find out where I can order one because I want to laugh at them all.
  • my music appreciation prof: “Using similes with toddlers is wild, I tell you. I was sick over break and told me 3 year old that I felt like I had been hit by a truck, and he asked me what color it was.”
  • this conversation I had with a wind player
    • “Why are you calling [the oboe professor] Bilbro Baggins?”
    • “Because we realized that the mocking name we used to call him had the same number of syllables as Bilbro Baggins, and he seems to respond to Bilbro even worse than to Obro.”
  • the tenors trying desperately to sing a bass part from a YouTube clip of an opera and failing miserably
  • the day of a big concert
    • And I have to go to goddamn Portland this weekend!”
    • “Which one?”
    • “The goddamn one!”
    • “…I meant which coast but yeah, okay.”
  • that Eastern European guy who just… shows up sometimes in front of the UC to sell overpriced posters
  • #laundryday
    • “Wow, you look really nice today! I like your leggings!”
    • “Thanks I ran out of clean pants this morning.”
  • “If you’re going to whistle something in this [the music] building, I’m gonna have to request something more original than Vivaldi’s Spring.”
  • “The art majors are trying to burn down the soccer field.”
    • “What, again?”
  • LGBT Prof: “Can you guys rec me some modern gay songs because all of my gay songs are from the 70s and 80s.”
  • Also LGBT Prof: “I’ve got sixty years of lesbian exes coming through for me, and most of them aren’t even my exes, actually.”
  • overheard in the library: “The gender neutral term for sugar daddy is glucose guardian.”
  • LGBT Prof brought in rainbow goldfish on the last day and the entire class cheered
  • “Shakespeare was a punk-ass bitch and, as an English major, I feel it is well within my rights to say that whenever I damn well please.”
  • I almost walked straight into a pole during finals week because I was falling asleep while walking. Don’t let the internet make you think sleep deprivation is cool and trendy, kids.
  • “Okay, so while you guys are taking the final, I’ll be up here on my computer. It’s gonna look like I’m writing comments on reports, but really I’m just surfing the web.”
things I have learned in my first six months of living alone
  • set aside 15/20 minutes a day to clean while your 5 fave songs play
  • hang your keys on the inside front door knob so you don’t forget them when you go out
  • open at least 1 window for at least 1 hour a day so your apartment air doesn’t get stale
  • always have a clean pair of pants, underwear, and period gear bc no one can go and get it for you
  • get one of those broom/mop poles with interchangeable broom/mop handles
  • sweep the floor at least twice a week. clean the counters and the stoves at least once a week. clean the bathroom twice a week. 
  • do not let food go to waste! donate unused food!

yannaw  asked:

Soo this was going to be a scenario i was gonna write but i feel like you would know how to organize it better than I can lol. Where Y/N is currently giving Jimin a "helping hand" when Rapmon calls and either she keeps going while he's on the phone and he is struggling to hide the fact or she keeps going, while she is on the phone with him and Jimin tries to keep quiet but in the end Rapmon knows. Can it be funny but very smutty at the same time ? 😂 dirty talk and all that saucy stuff 😂

Of course I’m going for Jimin here because little shit fucked me up too much with Not Today 

Helping Hand:

Laying down on the bed, you look ahead at the television as your boyfriend walked back into the room moving to lay on the bed beside you. His body dripping wet as the towel hung low on his waist. He looked up at the ceiling breathing deeply as the steam from the bathroom roamed into the room panting both of your skin with light films of sweat. Your eyes continued to watch Jimin as you bit on your bottom lip before you looked back at the screen crossing your legs because you felt an urge to touch him but you told yourself to keep your hands at bay to yourself. Eyes twitching a bit you cleared you throat as you tried to spark up a conversation but nothing came out. His abs glistened with water, his damp hair, plump pink lips. His biceps tightened up and flexed before he looked at you with a boyish smile eyes dark.

“Something on your mind?” He asked you, letting his tongue flick out to lick his bottom lip and you growled looking off.

“Nothing in particular.” You lied looking at the wall next to you.

“Jagiiiiiii. Don’t lie to me, I can tell when something is on your mind.” He drawled letting his fingers dance up and down your bare thighs. Shuddering you bit on your bottom lip cursing because he made you weak. He was sinful and dammit you hated him. A pink cotton candy headed fool. “Yah!” He whined leaning forward to peck against your neck licking gently a little mark against your spot causing you to push him back.

“Aright, alright alright. I want to give you a hand job.” You mumbled out the last part slowly and shyly looking down at your hands.

“What?” Jimin asked you with a crooked smirk. He had heard you, and even in just those little words his cock managed to harden under the confines of the towel wrapped around his waist. But he wanted to hear you say it again. Just because he liked teasing you. “Baby speak up?” He asked again tapping your leg.

“I said I want to give you a hand job!” You shouted looking at him with burned red cheeks. He laughed at the anger trying to build up in your eyes because you were embarrassed. He shook his head leaning forward to brush his lips against yours and he nipped on your bottom lip pulling back.

“Do it then. Touch me baby. You know I like it when you do. And keep in mind last night you did leave me hanging.” Jimin frowned nuzzling your nose continuing to kiss your lips with his own plump ones until you were nodding with a slight sigh of resignation.

“Fine! I will touch you. Lay back so that I can take care of you, you little needy baby.” You mumbled softly watching him wink at you with a bright smile of victory. Jimin moved towards the headboard watching you with hooded eyes he bit on his bottom lip slowly letting the towel fall on the bed on either side of him. He spread his legs wide, his hardened shaft pressing against the lower pit of his stomach standing proud and tall waiting for your attention.

“Come on baby girl. Get a grip.” He teased and you wanted to face palm at the corn innuendo. He kept hurling dirty jokes at you as you crawled between his legs pressing them down against the mattress. Grabbing at his shaft just to shut him up, you watched him moan in pleasure rolling his head back against the headboard. Your tiny hand tried to fit all of his cock inside your palm moving slowly you jerked on his organ watching it move as he bucked his hips up. You loved how he moaned for you, his hand fisting at the sheets as he enjoyed your touch. He licked his lips again trying to take deep breaths but he always melted when you touched him, especially like this. How you stare at him, disheveled hair falling in your face, your body hunched and eyes concentrated on him. He saw how you looked at him with hunger, how your hand gripped harder onto him wanting to elicit more moans from him. It was too much and part of him wanted to push your head down but he would let you keep the pace you were going at. In a few minutes the room was filled with sinful moans from Jimin who was a submissive mess against the headboard panting and begging for more.

You watched him feeling your own stomach tighten and your pussy was beginning to dampen your panties with how much you wanted Jimin, it was something about how he reacted to you pleasuring him that made you always want to do it. Your hand moved a bit faster, your thumb pressed against his tip the precum oozing out. Jimin was breathless sliding down the headboard and the next sound you heard instead of a scream was his phone going off. Both of you froze and you looked at the source were the noise was coming from. Jimin frowned, he wasn’t going to answer it as it shut off. Looking down at you he wiggled his hips and you got the hint starting to move your hand again. Once again Jimin’s phone was going off causing you to stop as he growled. Picking up his phone his body was red and voice stern as he answered.

“Hello.” He said cryptically only for his demeanor to fall a bit. “H-hyung-ah!” Jimin almost moaned out on the phone glaring at you because your hand started to move again. Shrugging your shoulders, you mouthed ‘you wanted to get off, right?’ smiling sweetly as he glared at you.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked Jimin frowning at how light and airy his voice was because Jimin was acting weird.

“Mmmmmm, just enjoying this lovely view of this show.” Jimin admitted watching as your tongue darted out to lick around the tip of his shaft. He bit on his bottom lip, watching as your tongue danced up and down his shaft, taking quiet short breaths Jimin felt his back arch as his cock throbbed the phone almost slipping from his hand. He was trying not to respond much to Namjoon in fear that saying anything would make him moan and blow his cover. He was trying to pull you up by your head once your tongue started to play with his balls but you fought him licking and sucking at his sack only to have Jimin losing his shit.

“You don’t sound to good man.” Namjoon started as they went more into the conversation pressing the speaker button he sat the phone down letting Hoseok and Yoongi listen in onto the quiet line.

“Yeah.. Hyung, I feel a bit bothered.” Jimin harshly gritted his teeth.

“What’s wrong did you eat something bad?” Namjoon asked as his smirk grew wider trying not to laugh at the poor male on the other end of the phone.

“I have a s-stomach ache.” Jimin whimpered his face burning as he buried his head into the pillow pressing the phone down beside him he also turned Namjoon on speaker, one hand gripping at the back of your head Jimin started to thrust his hips up, moaning silently as your hand and mouth worked to bring him closer.

“You should take something for that. Those things don’t usually end to good. It’s like seeing white if you hold it in for too long.” Namjoon said wryly his dimples popping out on his plump cheeks.

“I don’t know- it’s hard to get it out.” Jimin frowned trying to choke you in punishment for what you were doing your fingers dancing along his balls, it had his stomach tighten up.

“You know, its ok to release it all Jimin. A boy your age, has nothing to be ashamed about. We all get stomach pains and we need help letting go of such things, which is why we have other partners to help us along the way. I think that what you’re doing is a step in the right direction.” Namjoon continued to talk on and on receiving a fry being thrown from Yoongi and a snarky remark from Hoseok as they looked around the little diner place they were in.

“You r-really think so hyung?” Jimin asked, his eyes dropping shut as he finally allowed you to pull back with a pop. Breathing heavily your hand continued to move faster on his wet shaft, your lips chapped, cheeks red and puffy your eyes hooded and spit was everywhere. It was sloppy and messy and perfect all at once.

“Yes, get rid of the stomach pains or you will be cranky and bitter. And it will hurt much more.” Namjoon choked on his soda, as a waiter walked by given them a look of indignation. Causing a round of laughter from the two males across from him.

Jimin nodded his head not responding back because he couldn’t. Taking your chance, you leaned down taking him back into your mouth willingly choking and gagging on his cock. It hit the back of your throat, and you swallowed around him your teeth gently grazing his shaft with your teeth along his veins, Jimin let out a loud cry of pleasure as he started to cum in your mouth. The white substance sliding down your throat and filing your wet cavern. You looked up at him started to swallow around his shaft licking him up trying to clean him. He panted against the sheets and a round of clapping was heard and so was cheering causing your eyes to widen as well as Jimin.

“Do you feel better now that you’ve busted a nut?” Namjoon asked as he chuckled deeply and other little chatter was heard in the background from the others. Jimin was so embarrassed he just lay there looking at the ceiling with a red face and part of you felt bad. Reaching for the phone you cleared your throat.

“I think you guys broke Jimin.. How did you know?” You asked part ashamed but not regretting anything.

“I think you meant to say you broke Jimin. Besides, how could we not know? Jimin is always energized on the phone, making little jokes or anything but you took one lick and he was melted.” Rap monster admitted shrugging.

“Well, I started to use my hand first and then he got really needed so I-“

“YAH HOW DARE YOU!” Jimin shouted grabbing the phone causing strings of snorts and laughter to be head through the phone. Jimin felt himself getting more fed up with you, part because of how true you were and another part because you were embarrassing him. Grabbing the phone, he pinned you down under him growling through the lines all playfulness gone. “Sorry hyung’s I’ll have to start this back up later. I have a problem to solve.” Hanging up he took out the battery from his phone pushing it off the bed and flipping you on your stomach with a dark deep laugh.

Please hang up and try again

(ao3)


Clarke is mildly annoyed to see her phone light up with the hospital’s number, buzzing incessantly against the couch. She hates getting called in when she’s actually on-call. Getting called in on her day off, when she’s already eight episodes deep into a Prison Break binge, is even worse.

She’s pretty sure Maya is on shift tonight, and since Maya is the kind of friend Clarke can threaten with bodily harm without any love lost between them, she swipes to answer and sighs, “Whatever huge emergency I’m getting called in on my day off to deal with, it better be able to wait because I’m in my pajamas and there are hardly any trains running at this time of night.”

There’s an unexpected pause on the line.

“Clarke?”

“Yeah, did you not mean to call me?” She asks hopefully. “Does this mean I don’t have to come in?”

“No, uh–” Maya stutters. “I mean– We don’t need you here but… you might still want to come in? There’s a patient in the ER who gave us your number for his emergency contact.”

Clarke frowns. “Who is it?”

“I can’t really understand him, he’s slurring pretty bad,” says Maya, sounding as exasperated as Clarke has ever heard her. “It sounds like he’s saying his name is Baloney but I’m honestly just not willing to accept that. Even with the way people name their kids these days.”

Keep reading

Clint: [drugged up after surgery]
Tony: [came to visit]
Clint: Who are you? [attempts to strike sexy pose and fails. Loudly whispers] You’re hot!
Tony: [trying not to laugh] I-I’m Tony.
Clint: Well, Tony… [drools a bit] You must have cleaned your pants with Windex, cause I can see myself in them latter tonight. [failed wink]
Tony: [dying of laughter] Yo- you realize- we’re already dating?!
Clint: Yes! Worked like a charm!

REQUEST: “You’re with Credence and you’re just petting him, just wandering his body (not even sexually), and he cums because he’s not used to it and stuff?”

Warnings: Sexual themes

Word Count: 1,401


Credence really and truly does not mean for this to happen.

You, being Newt’s assistant, had been told to help Credence recover and find happiness in his new life, and really it was no trouble since you were enamored of him almost instantly—he just had a certain spark in his eyes that was intelligent and incredibly aware, despite the fear that bubbled most clearly at the surface. So you had made it your mission to bring out the curiosity and creativity and general person in Credence that you knew existed underneath and coinciding with the fear.

A lot of time and energy had gone into this—countless fruitless days and wondering if you were pushing too far but also seeing the want in Credence’s eyes, like he saw what you were trying to do but just didn’t know how to give it to you yet. Time had passed, though, and with it, some of Credence’s fear. He was comfortable having conversations now and had them with you late into the night, mostly listening but happily so and engaging in what you were saying, though sometimes he would share things he had experienced himself. Your latest project, however, was physical contact. And Credence, having grown comfortable with you over this period, had a much easier time.

It began with you giving him hugs every time you saw him, then slowly progressed to some hand holding in the house, then later cuddling. All of this was to familiarize him with touch, to show him that he deserved to be touched affectionately, and often, if he wanted. You were always sure to ask that it was okay, even though he always said Yes.

Which brought you to tonight. Just the two of you, sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, close as could be and deep into a well-deserved cuddle session. Credence was nestled between your legs carefully, and you were so busy looking out the nearby window that you didn’t really notice that your touch was…distracting, so what you failed to notice in your preoccupation with the view was that Credence had long since abandoned the book he had been reading in favor of focusing on your hands on him.

Really, there was nothing sexual about it, nothing at all. You were just being gentle and paying attention to him, but for Credence… This was more than enough. Your hands had started on his arms, trailing delicate fingertips against his skin, hardly touching at all—if it weren’t for the electricity it caused to spark in him, it would have tickled. But it does spark. And you don’t stop there.

You became preoccupied with the sloping lines of him and followed his arms up to his shoulders, where you massaged your fingers gently, just feeling the muscle underneath and the way his body felt under the pressure of your hands. Credence felt his head tilting back in pleasure but stopped himself short, careful not to disturb you so that you would continue. Your hands trailed to his neck, beginning to leave the work to your fingertips again, just tickling and following the gentle slant of his neck that flowed into his (beautiful) jawline. Credence was fighting a strangled sound then, lodged somewhere in his throat, because the touch was so gentle and intimate, and he couldn’t get enough. And he was stiffening now too, embarrassingly, because of just how much he wanted—craved to be touched this way, gently and as if it were the most normal thing in the world to be touching him.

Eventually, though, you began to trail down, oblivious to him hardening inside his pants, and this was about when Credence couldn’t help it anymore. Your fingers had found his chest and spread out there, expanding to feel the solid expanse of his body under your palms. You rubbed gently down, just missing one of his nipples, which was probably a good thing because he may have mewled at that, he thought. When you reached his stomach, though, you returned to using only your fingers, tracing patterns against him there and then back up to trail a simple line down the middle, circling his bellybutton when you felt the dip of it under his shirt. Really, it wasn’t sexual—Credence knew that. It was just you coming to be familiar with his body, showing him that touch was okay and that bodies didn’t have to be bad and were meant to know one another, that he was allowed to be touched positively, that this was normal. But the thing was, for Credence, this was unfortunately still not normal and affected him very deeply. So deeply, in fact, that as your finger brushed just below his bellybutton, he let out a whimper that he just couldn’t fight back anymore.

This sound, and the pure need in it, definitely brought you back from your distracted stare out the window. Between your legs sat a shuddering Credence, with his eyes closed tightly, either in pleasure or fear of what he thought you’d do to him now that he’d released a lewd sound, you didn’t know, and with his legs twisting together against the shameful hardening your touches had brought. Your heart clenched at the sight, realizing that he had been so starved for affection all this time that this simple touching had been enough to get him really going. You did not sexualize your touch, but you didn’t stop either and instead leaned down to kiss the top of his head and whisper, “Credence, it’s okay.”

You trailed your fingers back up to his chest, spreading your fingers again, then trailed up his neck and jawline, feather-light and familiar, then his arms, reversing the trail you had so effortlessly made previously. Credence couldn’t help a strangled moan when your fingertips brushed across his Adam’s apple and again when your fingertips caressed his wrists. You kept repeating that it was okay, even though he was wrecked over something so simple, and suddenly the intimacy and the familiarity you had with him was too much and he was cumming right in his pants with a soft cry as he leaned his head back farther into you, neck stretched beautifully in front of your eyes and making you swallow thickly.

Credence was a panting mess afterward, eyes still screwed shut, and a satisfied (but embarrassed) flush had crept across his cheeks. You gently urged him to get up, and he scrambled to get away, terrified that you had realized how disgusting he was. Such words never came, and instead, you stood in front of him as he sat on the couch and leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. You held one of your hands to his face, gently tracing his cheekbone with your thumb and smiling at the way he slightly leaned into it, and said, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You let him change pants and clean himself in peace so as not to pressure him and threw his clothes wordlessly into the wash before going back to him where he sat timidly on the couch. He looked up to you with those wide brown eyes of his, curiosity burning brightly in them. “I-I’m sorry, I j-just wasn’t used to it, and I s-should have told you w-when—Why didn’t you stop me?”

You frowned slightly in thought, sitting next to him on the couch gently. “Because it really was okay.” He looked to you, still with curiosity but a softness creeping its way in as well. You decided to make a confession too. “And because you looked so beautiful, Credence.”

He blushed deeply at that and ducked his head, reminding you of the flush of his face when he was sprawled out between your legs on the couch, the thought consequently making you blush. It was then that you noticed his hand had crept slowly from his lap to lie gently between your bodies, scarred palm facing up, eyes still cast down. You understood and took his hand wordlessly as you drew him against your body.

“Thank you, Y/N.” You felt the rumble of his voice in your chest and felt the words touch somewhere deep in your heart. You wanted to spend the rest of your life familiar with this beautiful boy pressed neatly to your side. Credence definitely wouldn’t fight you on that anymore either.


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