#AND THE SLAPPING OH I WAS SO DIZZY READING THAT

[binniebakery]

AUUGH ARE YOU KIDDING ME 😭

after hours ˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ choi beomgyu

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⋆ pairing: fwb!beomgyu x afab!reader

⋆ summary: you and beomgyu have a very loose definition of being friends. repeated hookups under the guise of last minute 'hangouts' was one thing, but when those flaky plans turn into sleepovers and morning afters, are you still really 'friends'?

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: smut, hurt/comfort-ish, fluff, non-idol au, fwb to lovers, implied stoner!gyu, drunk!reader, reader wears makeup, switch!beomgyu, switch!reader, possessiveness, name-calling, degradation (slut, manwhore, fuckhole), praise (sweet boy, pretty girl, pretty boy), reader calls beomgyu’s (nonexistent) hoes bitches lol, dacryphilia, oral (m & f rec.), fingering, hair pulling, a lot of slapping??, dumbification, semi-public sex, unprotected sex ++ lmk if i missed anything!

⋆ word count: 7.1k

a/n: dont ask idk how i ended up writing it this long.... but EEEEE its here :D this is my entry for @junniieesbby and @boba-beom's tubatu bday event !!! also idk what possessed me while writing the smut part... dunno how to feel abt it tbh since its been a while so im rusty but we move!!! enjoy hehe

you can pinpoint exactly when beomgyu was just another boy who lounged on your bed for too long after a few rounds of sex, to a boy who managed to sleepover and learn how you had your cereal in the morning. before the copious amount of last-minute text messages and half-assed ‘hangouts’ that always led to tearful eyes and sore bodies, beomgyu could be loosely classified as a friend. an arm’s distance away, but both of you never bothered to reach out. not until it was for weed, and now, sex and whatever fucked up idea of friendship you both had. surely, friends didn’t hold hands, kiss, and help with one another’s groceries, right? 

speak of the devil. you’re pulled away from your thoughts when you feel beomgyu tug on the sleeve of your sweater – the one he always spent an extra minute snuggling into before stripping you off of it, the only reason you wear it so often – dragging you ever-so-slightly into his personal space. he insists on putting your head on his chest, perching his chin on your head and letting his hands guide themselves to the dips of your hips and waist. you can tell he smoked before having you over from the scent peeking out between the spritz of perfume you bought him for christmas. it’s evident in the way he’s melting into you, ready to shut his eyes and drift off with you in his arms.

“what’s got you using all your brain power?” he asked, voice muffled from pressing a kiss to the back of your head. you hope he doesn’t notice the way your breath hitches when you feel the warmth of his lips. you wish you could just mildly enjoy the fluttering feeling within you, but rather than a light buzz, it felt like an anchor situated in your chest. you’re too proud to admit that beomgyu’s the reason why. you’re too afraid to think that yeah, i do like him that much. 

you’re quiet for too long, so beomgyu pushes his nose further into your hair, his lips brushing against your scalp when he mumbles sleepily. “did you change your shampoo? what happened to the apple one?” he pauses before moving away from the back of your head. instead, he opts to rest his face between your neck and shoulder. “i like this one too, though. it smells like punch. it makes me wanna eat your hair…” 

“ew. please don’t,” you can’t help but laugh, cheeks still pink from having to hear beomgyu’s soft murmurs about the most miniscule details like your shampoo. “how did you even notice, gyu?” he lifts his head, donning an offended expression. “what do you mean? do you think that little of me, babe?” 

even the most ridiculous of his outbursts couldn’t distract you from the way he called you babe. you shake your head and roll your eyes, “this one was just the one on sale, babe.” 

it was beomgyu’s turn to blush. hearing you say it back makes him evidently more shy, and the heat radiating off both your bodies sticking together only makes him even redder. “hey, only i have the babe privileges, babe.” 

“and who let you have those privileges, choi beomgyu?” you raise a brow comically. bantering with beomgyu almost always ended with you both sprawled over any surface you’re on, bellies hurting from uncontrollable fits of laughter. “haven’t even taken me out on a date and you’re calling me babe? what happened to hey, how are you?”

“you gave me head in an alley, i dunno if that really applies to us anymore.” it’s obvious from his half-smug grin that he’s proud of his joke, earning a harsh slap on his forearm as you both are consumed by giggles and smiles. “shut up, i was drunk!”

beomgyu’s room is dark, only dimly-lit by the projection of howl’s moving castle on the blank wall. you might never know that he only bought that projector to have you in his room for reasons other than sex. he may never know that you didn’t need all that convincing anyway.

when the laughter dies down, the mood diverges from being silly to somewhat solemn. beomgyu’s stare is intense, contrasted by the soft smile tugging at his lips. the yellowy hue of the projector makes him look like a character from a ghibli movie, even without the shagginess of his long, auburn hair. he looks like almost princely with his short black hair.

“did you.. want me to take you on a date though?” he’s hesitant to pry open this conversation. it’s one you both have spent the last few months avoiding in spite of all the things you’ve already started feeling. you avert your gaze away from his, too all-consuming to stare right into. you’re afraid you’ll cave if you look at him any longer than a second. “i mean…” you trail off.

every passing second seems like forever for beomgyu, attempting to appear nonchalant to not scare you off, but he falters when you can’t even look his way. was he reading this all wrong? dejectedly, he tries to reel back his words as some form of damage control. 

“wait, sorry if that made you uncomfortable. we’re friends, it’s okay, you don’t have to answer.” he says in a panicky voice. this whole ordeal is sobering him up. “and i’m sorry i called you babe. especially if you don’t like it.”

seeing beomgyu visibly deflate only hurts you more, wincing inwardly at your throbbing chest. you’re stunned, overwhelmed by the glimpse of a tough conversation. you don’t pull away, but you’re not moving any closer either; it makes beomgyu feel like he’s in the middle of a field in a snowstorm, grim and desolate. when your thoughts drift uncontrollably, your tongue doesn’t catch up fast enough to clear the air and comfort beomgyu. 

you take too long to say anything again. beomgyu notices how you fidget with the hem of your shirt, taking the loose thread between your fingers to ease your anxiety. even though his heart sinking, he pushes the thought to the back of his mind and settles for a quiet, “let’s just sleep, okay?” 

he doesn’t give you a chance to pull yourself out of this well you’ve let yourself stumble into. not even a nod or a protest to his anticlimactic resolution to this dilemma. you’re met with the solid color of your (well, his now, you think) pink hoodie when you rest your head on his pillows. his adequately wide shoulders suddenly look so small, like he was curling into himself to be apart from you. you decide against doing the same; a hasty attempt of pulling him back down from wherever he was drifting to. you feel him tense when you drape your limbs over his, head safely tucked behind his back. beomgyu is hyper aware of how your chapped lips prickle against his nape, and he can definitely feel your breath when you let out a subdued apology.

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the next time you see beomgyu, you can actually barely see him. the strobe lights shift from purple to orange, thick smoke floating in every crevice of the club. this is the first time in a while that you’ve gone out without him. usually, you’re both fishing for shots and him pushing you to some unassuming guy for a free drink that he can mooch off of too. it’s funny, until you start thinking about how he doesn’t even consider you as a potential romantic prospect to easily hand you onto another person.

you’re not sure if tonight would follow the same routine. ever since that night at beomgyu’s, he’s only bothered to reply to your texts dryly. you figure he’s not upset enough to ghost you, but he’s definitely not in the state to come over to bake cookies – and he’s definitely not in the mood to fuck your brains out. 

you block out the noise with another shot, coupled with restless thoughts reminiscing on your conversation with beomgyu. he almost seemed disappointed that you didn’t leap at the chance of a date; did he maybe expect you to say yes? you’re tempted to pull out your phone and ring him in the middle of the club. your eyes aimlessly scan the place, but one person is unmissable, even in your tipsy state. choi beomgyu was in this overcrowded shoebox.

it only takes a few stumbled strides towards the seating booth before you’re right in-front of a dumbfounded beomgyu. his eyes are glossed over and red, sitting next to a very drunk yeonjun. he doesn’t really know what to do, but thankfully, he’s saved from thinking of his next steps. you beat him to it with your grand gesture of throwing yourself on his lap and embracing him, arms wrapped around his neck. your face is warm against his collarbone, the sniffles you let out only continuing to make him feverish. it doesn’t help that he can feel your tears wetting the collar of his shirt. 

“gyu…” you mewl. he doesn’t know if it’s the cross-fadedness, but the heat goes straight to his groin as you cry out. “why– why didn’t you text me to hangout at all?” you’re hiccuping at this point, brows knitted while you practically bounce on beomgyu’s lap from frustration. the friction makes him grimace, clenching his jaw and swallowing in restraint. he can’t even throw his head back because your face is glued between his neck and shoulder. he’s blushing at your uncharacteristically impulsive moves, and even more so from all the attention his friends have on you both. he’s not sure if he likes this many eyes on you, now that he can see yeonjun’s ditzy eyes flicker to something sneaky and taehyun’s restless ogling.

beomgyu’s hands have been hovering over your body since you’ve made yourself comfortable on him. he’s unsure if he should really be letting himself touch you; as if making contact with your sweltering skin would break his already poor resolve, but the unwarranted looks from his friends are enough to make him cave to his desires. his fingers grip the bit of skin between your shorts and your crop top, squeezing slightly. it takes him everything to stop right at the hem of your shirt, tempted to sneak the pads of his fingers under to reach for your tits. 

“y/n, let’s get up, okay?” he tries to persuade you, prying your arms off and trying to stand up from the booth seat. he’s met with your whiny protests, “n-no… you can’t leave!” 

“i’m not– i’m really not leaving!” he says defensively. beomgyu finally manages to get you off his lap, half-hard cock making an appearance. he picks up his jacket to cover up quickly, but as he rises to his feet, you plop yourself on the sticky club floors and hug his leg. you’re more so oblivious to the rising boner he has just above your head, the roughness of his jeans against your soft cheek comfort you in a way, and beomgyu can’t deny that it’s adorable. he feels his heart twinge. this is the first time he’s heard your voice in a week, and he’d do anything to fix things up. even if he has to forget what happened. 

he downs another shot as if preparing for some battle, then crouches down to your level. he hooks his hands under your arms to get you off the ground, your hands finally by your side and not a random body part of his. “let’s go home. just sleep at mine.” he half-heartedly waves goodbye to his friends. 

you trail behind him like a stray cat. the only thing keeping you from swaying away is your grip on his index finger, wrapped around your hand. beomgyu leads you away from the seating booths, tries to maneuver swiftly through the sweaty crowds, but he makes a stop when he hears your voice. 

“i don’t wanna go yet, gyu.” 

“what? be serious. you’re gonna throw up in, like, ten minutes tops..” he turns back to you, opting to circle his hand around your wrist instead of your flimsy clutches. 

“i’m serious!” your attempts of convincing him seem to be entering one ear and leaving the other, so you decide to grab his hand instead and drag him in a familiar direction. “h-hey– hey! the taxi rank is the other way–”

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both of you end up between the back of the club and a random warehouse; the beloved alleyway that you and beomgyu have defiled many, many times. outside the dim lights of the club, beomgyu can take a closer look at your face. your mascara has run to your undereyes just a tad bit, and the way you’re sitting on the pavement while he’s leaning back against the brick wall reminds him too much of the times he had you at his beck and call. your knees are pressed to your chest, giving him the perfect view of the underside of your thighs. he’s hell-bent on being serious, but the back of your head calls for a good push onto his clothed cock. he’s thankful you’re too busy staring at the ground to notice his perverted stare, and importantly, the tent in his pants that’s been throbbing since you decided to prance towards him.

“i think i like you too much.” you blurt out, not making any eye contact with the person you’re confessing to. beomgyu’s eyes are blown out, dumbfounded for the second time tonight – what do you mean, you like him too much? in the same way he liked you too much? the same kind of ‘too much’ that’s made him voluntarily fuck up his sleep schedule for the past few months? his thoughts are all jumbled up at the possibility of having you all to himself forever, overtaken by the swelling in his chest as you look the shyest he’s ever seen you. something about having you like this; a sight just for him makes beomgyu’s heart flutter.

“okay, we can go home now..!” you laugh awkwardly and get off the ground, still averting beomgyu’s stare. you don’t even know how baffled he looks, brows upturned and lips parted like he’s just been let into a secret cult with all the knowledge of the universe. that’s how severe your unexpected confession has malfunctioned him. you’re about to call an uber, but you can’t move your arm from behind, finding beomgyu latching onto you. it’s enough strength to have you stumble back into his chest, and he’s quick to turn you around.

“wait, wait, again.” he’s a few inches away from your face as he speaks in a hushed tone. at first, his hands were stationary, laid by his side. once you start stuttering, looking away from him and mumbling a bunch of ums and nos, he holds your face, caressing your cheek delicately and making sure you have no escape from his eyes. “look at me when you say it. please, again, for me..?” he pleads, weaponizing those damn puppy eyes he knows always work their charm on you. in fact, he has many weapons up his sleeve to the point you believe you just have a soft spot (everywhere, basically) for this boy.

“you’re such a brat, gyu.” you joke around, rolling your eyes.

he shakes his head, eyes unwavering and holding your own captive. he looks like he could cry; the kind of cry you love to see when he gets too drunk on you. “no, i just want you to give me the chance to say it back. properly. i’ve been waiting for ages,” 

“can you please let me?” 

you’re folding immediately. you can’t even process the fact that he basically already confessed back to you in the same breath. beomgyu really knows when to use the right words and how to use them against you. “i– i like you,” you admit, bashful for the second time. “more than a friend. or whatever it is we are.” 

“and i like you too,” beomgyu smiles fondly, rubbing his thumb over your lip and toying with the flesh. he doesn’t think of how that makes your pulse quicken, or how it makes your knees buckle just a little but not enough for him to notice. “too much. maybe more than you do, actually…” 

hearing him say it out loud brings some of your liveliness back. just enough to return the favor and push his buttons, taking in his thumb and sucking on it briefly, letting it go with a popping sound. “you can’t confess back to me without making it a competition, huh?” your teasing breaks beomgyu out of his lovesick gaze, something a tad darker looming over his features.

“don’t be so cocky. you were just hugging my leg and crying like a baby half an hour ago.” he retaliates, eyes clouded with arrogance. beomgyu closes the distance between you two and takes the liberty of lifting his thumb from your lip to place it on your cheekbones. he chuckles at the way your face follows his hand from the withdrawal, only to relax into his touch again. you’re about to whine at him for removing his finger. instead, you feel his lips on yours, light and airy as your hands find their way back to his nape. it’s been so long since you kissed him, an odd sense of relief fills your senses when you can taste his strawberry lip balm – the same one he stole from you ages ago and seemingly can’t stop using. you don’t know it’s because he always misses the way you taste; your strawberry lip balm just a stand-in for when your lips are too busy to press against his.

it doesn’t take long for beomgyu to go in for the kill; the airiness of your kiss dissipating as quick as it came. instead, your kiss turns sloppy and both his hands engulf your face as if you’re going to run away if he doesn’t hold you tight enough. his grip on your jaw allows him to pull your face closer, deepening the kiss. your hands go to the place they’re most familiar with, tangled in his hair. when you feel him playfully take your bottom lip between his teeth, you whimper at the sensation and tug at his hair, trying to pull away but beomgyu isn’t one to let you go so easily. 

the two of you are stumbling backwards until beomgyu hits his back against the brick wall again. he can’t pull himself away from you, settling his thigh between your legs and letting you grind against his jeans while pushing your head deeper. it takes a moment for him to recollect himself and disconnect from you, a string of saliva forming as you part. when he glances back up at you, chest heaving up and down, he admires the way you look dizzy and utterly overtaken by want. even when you try to look up at him as you circle your arms around his neck again, your eyes are unfocused. 

beomgyu isn’t any better, though. he looks at you like he wants to devour every last bit of your body; his hands act faster than his mind can think and roughly pulls you by the hair. with your head pulled back and neck exposed for the taking, beomgyu latches his lips onto you hungrily, leaving marks as he goes. he catches the way you swallow when he moves his lips; the way you whimper and hitch your breath while dumbly rutting onto his jeans. 

your lips curve into a frown when you feel the cold air on your neck, incoherent noises making it hard for beomgyu, who’s pulling away, to keep his dwindling composure. 

“wanna prove if you really like me more than i like you?” he challenges. you’re in no state to disagree; wanting something – anything, to happen. beomgyu already knows that, so when you eagerly nod, he has the same arrogant half-smile on his face as he does when you meet at this alley.

he retracts from between your legs and pulls at your hair again, “you know where i like you best, right?” 

that’s all it takes for you to drop down to your knees, beomgyu’s grasp on your head easing as you take your position beneath him. you peer up at him as your fingers work the zipper of his jeans, like a pet waiting for permission to go further. beomgyu silently nods, prompting you to undo his jeans fully and pull them down to his thighs. you’re salivating before you even pull his heavy cock out of his underwear, tempted to tease and kiss through the fabric, but beomgyu’s seething grip on your head and impatient stare has you shuffling fast. his cock is finally exposed to the chilly air – only for a few seconds though; he’s quick to use his hands in your hair to push your face closer. 

you spit on his cock, licking the underside before pressing kisses on the tip. slowly, you take him into your mouth, eyes looking up at him and being met with an approving nod. beomgyu has his own eyes fixed on your every move; the tight hold he had on your hair traded in for gentle caresses and pats on your head as you familiarize yourself with his thickness. 

“so pretty for me, baby.” he murmurs, relishing in your glossy eyes and smudged makeup. “keep going, i know you can do it. how are you gonna prove me wrong, hm?” beomgyu’s asking too many teasing questions, especially when he wants to coax you into his hold; the softness of his hands on your head a sharp contrast from the pace he’s thrusting into your mouth, eager to watch you gag. 

your brows knit together from his hot-and-cold teasing, determined to take his cock down your throat and prove yourself right, even if deep down, you know it’s pointless to take on his challenges. you grumble as you take more of his length in and he’s breathless above you, lowly groaning and instinctively shoving your head onto him without warning. “f-fuck,” his roughness makes you squeak, the vibrations in your throat has him fucking into your mouth violently. you nearly topple over, hands tightly gripping his thighs to balance yourself. 

beomgyu’s hands grip any strands of your hair he can touch, his hips doing most of the work. “fuck– take it, t-take it..! such a good fuckhole for me.” his eyes are still open, albeit half-lidded and dazed, simply to watch how you go from drunk and whiny, to drooling and crying on his dick. his pace has gotten much less controlled and more so messy, feeling his cock twitch on your tongue has you whimpering through it all.

“hah–” beomgyu’s hold on your head pushes you against his pelvis as he stills, stomach buckling when he feels the back of your throat. “love your throat, made for me to use, baby..!” he’s obsessed with how your throat tightens and gargles nastily, wanting to jerk away but unable to, firm grip on your head; pliant and unmoving like a toy at his disposal, save for the way your doe-eyed gaze has succumbed to closing as tears crease the makeup on your cheeks. 

beomgyu doesn’t take it lightly that you take your eyes off of him, so he pulls himself out of your mouth. the loss of him has you snapping your eyes wide open, coughing and whining. he responds with his wet cock slapping your face, your saliva smearing across your visage. he does it once. twice. you anticipate the familiar impact on your tear-stained cheek for a third time, but you feel something much harsher.

his palm pitilessly strikes your cheek before taking your face between his hands and squishing your cheeks together, lips forced into a pout. he takes the chance to tap the tip of his cock on your lips, mixing your drool and his pre-cum over your patchy lipstick, a sinister laugh echoing in the eerie quiet of the alley. “i don’t remember saying you could look away, slut.” 

“m’sorry–” he doesn’t let you finish. beomgyu strokes himself as if you’re not right below his cock, mocking you. “that’s okay baby,” his head cocked to the side, staring down at you underneath his length almost condescendingly. the power trip it gives him is a complete disparity to his doting stare; he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his life but cradles your face like you’re a mere puppet. you’re confused by the deceptive gentleness in his voice, especially when he looked like he was about to fuck your throat wide open out of spite just a few moments ago.

you really shouldn’t let your guard down when beomgyu’s feeling insatiable.

“get up and show me that perfect pussy, yeah?”

you’ve given beomgyu head plenty of times outside the confines of your rooms, but you’ve never had sex anywhere else, especially since you both tend to like staying in. “everything okay, baby?” he lets go of your face, your cheeks imprinted with red marks where his fingers just were. you look back up at him, snapping out of your daze when he checks in on you. you nod back immediately, “mhm, i’m good.”

“we can always go back home if you’re not comfy here.” he helps you up, grabbing onto one of the hands resting on his thigh to balance you, wobbling as you rise from your knees. you look at him and smile softly at beomgyu’s thoughtfulness, “baby, i’m fine.” you pull your hand away from him to unbutton your jean shorts, letting the article of clothing fall to the ground and stepping out of it. you take one of beomgyu’s hands and guide it to your clothed cunt, letting his fingers stroke the wetness as a sign of your consent. “gonna touch me more?” you taunt him, slightly bucking against the hand cupping your pussy. 

he doesn’t respond, heavy breaths as he retracts his hand and switches your positions; your chest is pressed against the wall while beomgyu crouches down, face-to-face with your ass. his eyes flicker up at you, a menacing grin is proudly on display as you turn your head to look back at his antics. “gyu–” you’re cut off by a loud smack on your ass, squealing from the impact. “mhmf–! keep touching me, please.” 

beomgyu hastily pulls your panties down in response, fingers gathering your slick and fondling your clit with a light-hand. he makes an effort to pull away when your hips move on their own, chasing his feathery touches for even an inkling of friction. you turn back sharply, scowling at the shit-eating smirk that you’ve fallen victim to countless times. “if the slut has something to say, say it, baby.” you whine at him in protest, “m’not a slut–”  he stands back to his full height, leaking cock touching the bare skin of your backside. “aren’t you though?” he circles around your folds to let you hear the wetness, “so drenched from having my cock down your throat. only dumb sluts get off to that shit. did you miss my cock that much?” 

the hand teasing your clit suddenly slaps your pussy, and he doesn’t miss how you clench around nothing, thighs tensing from the sharp sensation. he’s amused, doing it a few more times when he realizes how sensitive you are to every spank. each time his palm firmly meets your cunt, you sound even more fucked out. he grows a fixation on the little noises that involuntarily come out of you, admiring how sublime you look with your mouth agape and lids threatening to shut at every touch. he presses himself against you, chin on your shoulder and teeth nipping at your ear. “come on, pretty girl, where’d you go? haven’t gotten to use this sweet pussy yet.” 

he moves away from your clit and finally inserts two fingers into your leaking hole, indulging in the hushed moan that follows as he moves expertly. beomgyu knows every crevice of your body like he’s studied it from a textbook day and night, taking him less than a few minutes to find the spot that serves as a dumbed out button every time he fucks you with his slender fingers. when his digits curl into your walls, terrorizing you as he repeatedly thrusts his fingers, your whimpers progressively turn into loud bawling. your body practically melts back into him, back flat on his chest and head thrown back on his shoulder.

he knows he’s got you where he wants; brainless and amounting to nothing but a doll. he can’t help but coo at your helpless state, suckling a trail of kisses on your jaw. “so fucking cute, fuck–can never get enough of you, baby. want you like this all the time, just for me. all mine, right? you’d let me have you forever?” you know he’s just as gone as you are, his rambles giving it away. still, you nod frantically. “just for you, gyu. only for you to use and keep. forever.” he can’t help but let out a satisfied groan at how quick you agree, trying to find purchase from mindlessly rutting between your thighs. 

the music from the club is faint, practically background noise to your wails, beomgyu’s grunts, and the popping wetness each time he plugs in and out of your hole. one particular thrust has you clenching, alerting beomgyu even in his desperation. he takes this as a cue to speed up, drawing out a pitchy squeal from you, “i-i’m cumming– fuck, beomgyu–”

you’re out of this world tonight, beomgyu concludes; his mind numbing from being so turned on from the way you chant thank yous like a prayer to the way your eyes deliciously roll to the back of your head while you ride out your high, hips moving wildly on his fingers. when you’re nearing the end of your orgasm, beomgyu pulls his fingers out, sucking off the remnants of your release. you’re too distracted from the feeling that you don’t realize beomgyu crouching down, spreading your cheeks to peek at your swollen cunt. “w-what are you doing, gyu?” you get your answer in the form of his tongue prodding at your hole, lapping at your cum heartily. “w-wait, too much! too much!” 

beomgyu is never one to listen, especially in this foggy state of doing anything he can to see you fall apart over and over. knowing only he can do this eggs him on even more. his tongue continues to fuck into your hole, meeting him in the middle by unconsciously grinding into his mouth. beomgyu’s raspy grunts have been traded in for mindless moans, deep from his adam’s apple as he eats you out until you’re cumming a second time. your frame visibly shivers, as if a current of electricity is shocking your every limb. he detaches his face from you, lips gleaming with your slick, the most loopy smile on his face – like he’d just come back from the candy store or won the lottery (he thinks he has with you, anyway). 

sobering up from your orgasm has you seeing red at beomgyu’s devilish smirk. you turn around, facing beomgyu scornfully. this time, your hands reach out for his hair and yank him up. “you’ve been such a fucking brat.” you hiss at him, unimpressed by how there’s not a sliver of regret or fear on his face; rather, he appears to be basking in the glory of making your knees buckle even whilst scolding him. you pull at his hair again, “i could leave you right here without making you cum. would you want that, baby?” 

“i don’t think your stupid cock agrees, hm?” you let go of his head, but you don’t give him a break. beomgyu shivers at your hand wrapping around his cock, thumb toying with the angry tip. it takes everything in him not to buck into your fist, knowing damn well he’s going to make a mess the minute he feels even a shred of friction. “the stupid cock that made you fall in love with me?” he masks his weakness with typical jabs, even with his bare cock out and your cum dripping down your thighs. 

you won’t let him fluster you, convincing yourself the heat rising in your cheeks is from the chill and not from how he echoes your affection for him. “shut up, fuckin’ manwhore.” your hands tighten around his length, jerking him off faster than you were a few moments ago. “bet you said that to all your other bitches. you’re so..!” your brows are furrowed in frustration, not really knowing where this underlying jealousy is coming from, or how it’s fueling your drive. 

it gives beomgyu whiplash – you’re never usually this mean to him when you try to dom, but he’s not complaining. he’s getting off on how upset you seem to be, letting himself thrust into your hands, disgustingly wet noises filling the air. “am i right?” you probe, tone laced in half-spite and half-anxiety. he throws his head back with a groan, unable to answer clearly, “n-no, it was always you. just for you. you’re the only one baby, fuck–” hearing the first half of his sentence has you squeezing his shaft again, drinking up beomgyu’s wanton moans. “promise?” he nods feverishly, eager to run after the hand stroking his shaft. to his dismay, you retract your hand. “don’t– why’d you stop?” 

“thought you wanted to use me, beomie?” you smile coyly. beomgyu swears the world stops after you utter the hottest thing possible; even more than your attempt at catty scowls and mean words. he leaps at the chance you’ve generously given him, instantly taking your head between his hands to crash into your lips, a passionately silent thank you in beomgyu language.

there’s no prelude to beomgyu’s actions. even if he initially wanted to take his time and zap your brain back to mush, he physically can’t deny how much he needed to bury himself inside you. your giggles chime like an all too familiar melody once beomgyu’s tip sinks into your folds, slippery and lost from his impulse-driven desperation. a whine escapes his lips, eyes watering from the hint of euphoria he experiences when being enveloped by you. you caress his head gently, purring praises, “it’s okay, sweet boy. c’mon, been waiting for your cock all night.” 

“w-wait, just take this.” he slips his jacket off his shoulders and pushes it towards you. even under a teary daze, beomgyu thinks about how your back might hurt from pressing against the roughness of the brick walls. you smile gratefully, taking his jacket and pulling through the sleeves.

beomgyu returns to his original stance, lightly tapping your thighs, signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist. you comply, complete with your arms hooked behind his neck, forehead pressed against his and eyes scanning his weeping face like you’re trying to photograph how he looks at this very moment. this is the same face that has plagued your mind for the past year; the face that has a smile that brings the sun to shame; the face of the boy that has somehow managed to squeeze himself into your life unexpectedly. 

“so pretty. my pretty boy.” you whisper to beomgyu, letting your thoughts express themselves through a chaste kiss, just shy of his lips. 

beomgyu takes this chance to calm his swelling heart, shutting his eyes as your lips feather against his. the only things his mind can process is the way your voice dips lovingly as you call him pretty; how you peer up at him with blown out pupils when you do. despite having you countless times, some in places more dignified than now, he thinks he’ll remember this as the start of a new beginning with you – even if he’s fucking you in some dingy alley. at least he can call it your dingy alley. he finally pushes the tip into your cunt with a breathy whine, “you’re so warm, fuck, m’going insane.” after a week of no beomgyu and being too sad about your lack of beomgyu, your pussy takes a bit more time to adjust to his girth, shuddering from both the stretch and the pleasure of having him stuff you again. 

“k-keep going, doing so good for me,” he heeds your request, pushing into you until he’s sure you’ve taken in all of his cock. “missed you so much, gyu, you don’t even know.” beomgyu pulls out then snaps himself back into your walls, picking up his pace slowly, different from the rush he felt earlier. “m-missed you too, hah..” his palms are leaving marks on your body as he pulls you into him, wanting to hit into you even deeper. the bulge that forms in your stomach doesn’t go unnoticed since your bodies are mushed too close to one another. beomgyu’s stomach feels it first, driving his thrusts to quicken and mouth to start a never-ending string of babbles. “mine, mine, mine. this pussy’s mine, right? gonna let your pretty boy fill you up?” 

“mhm!” you appease his mindless rambling by nodding along, head thrown back on the wall. “wanna see it drip off me later. can you do that for me, gyu?” that definitely eggs beomgyu on, because you feel his dick twitch inside you. he has this determined look on his face as he shoves into you, face scrunched up and bottom lip caught between his teeth, making you arch your back off the wall. you’re still sensitive from the two orgasms he brought you to prior, making your core tighten at beomgyu’s inhumane tempo.

“thank you, thank you, thank you–” he’s chanting, much like how you were when you were bent over, being finger fucked. you think beomgyu looks much prettier, though; his eyes glisten under the flickering streetlight, lips parted with his tongue peeking out, unable to ignore how his breathing has become so uneven. you laugh, “baby’s so close? you sound like a bitch in heat.” beomgyu cranes his neck downward, leaning his sweat-slicked forehead on your shoulder. “m’not..! just– you feel too good.” 

“yeah? how good?” you move your head closer, warm breath tickling his neck while you nuzzle into his shoulder as he did to you. beomgyu doesn’t say anything; his sobs speak for themselves. “i asked you something, baby. where’s my sweet boy?” he whimpers at your calling, like a pet being whistled at by their owner. “h-here. so hot, you’re so hot, just wanna cum inside you so bad, baby. i’m– i’m so close! gonna cum!” 

the knot in your stomach pulses even more with beomgyu’s mouthy tendencies. you may never admit to him just how much his voice and senseless chatter account to your orgasms, pushing you to the edge every single time he starts to get close. that’s when his lips loosen the most, blabbing about anything he can think of. much like right now; listening to every dip, note, and curve of his faltering voice has your legs shaking, finally falling apart on beomgyu’s cock.

when his hips stutter from your tightening walls, the only words he can say are “l-love you so much, y/n. i love you so so bad.” his sloppy movements have stilled, burying his nose into your neck, breathing in a mix of your sweat as his cum spills inside. you’re both panting, a broken gasp escaping your throat in the midst of beomgyu’s crazed humping, concentrated on fucking as much of his cum back into you. he only stops when you tug on his hair and make him look up at you.

“we need to go home at some point, gyu.” you deadpan, still lifted against the wall and enveloped in his sweaty embrace. despite the frosty air nipping at every bit of your exposed skin, you want to shrug off his jacket from how stuffy it’s become; your face heating up from a culmination of beomgyu’s i love you and his warmth sticking to your skin.

beomgyu takes a few more minutes to snap out of it, eventually pulling out and watching white drip down your inner thighs. you unlock yourself from his body, wobbly on your feet as you pick up your shorts on the floor and dress yourself, beomgyu mirroring your actions. 

“you didn’t say it back yet.” lips pouted in a sulky tone, completely different from the beomgyu you carelessly pulled away from his friends, and much more akin to the one panting out of urgency. 

“did you mean it?” genuine curiosity weaved in the way you ask him. a part of you, unsure and horrified of this being a vivid fantasy, still can’t believe it. “i– i don’t mean to doubt you, or question you-” beomgyu cuts you off with a peck on your lips, another on your tear-stained cheek, and a final kiss on your forehead. “i meant it, and i meant it when i said there’s only you.”

he averts your eyes when he says this, bashful even if it’s not the most outrageous thing he’s said tonight. “to be honest, i stopped seeing other people a few months after we started fucking.”

“what? since when?” you gape. “you were always bragging about your roster! what the fuck?” although you sound upset, your cheeky smile screamed how overjoyed and satisfied you were. “when you came over and played a league match on my pc..” his head is low, forehead flush against your collarbone. 

“damn,” his embarrassment has you cackling. through the fits of laughter, you feel beomgyu’s shy smile against your collarbone, voice small as he defends himself. “stop… just to humble you, you were really bad. i just thought about how i would die happy if i saw you on my desk chair everyday.”  

beomgyu finally lifts his head to look at you dead in the eyes. “you’re so romantic, beoms. i didn’t know you had it in you!” you tease, overcome with some form of cuteness aggression that has you pulling at his cheek. your fingers stay there, toying with the flesh. “i love you too.”

“i know,” he replies confidently, tongue peeking out of his mouth. you pull at his cheek harder, his face moving along to the side with a yelp. beomgyu places his own hand over your own, bringing your hand down between you both. he tightly clasps your hands together, locked between the gaps of your fingers like puzzle pieces. he looks like a fool in love (he is); goofy smile making his cheeks swell up that his normally wide eyes turn into crescents. “should we go home then, girlfriend?”

[osachiyo]

❛ WHAT'CHA READIN'? ❜

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — n/sfw content, teasing, edging, getting caught while reading erotica/smut, full nelson, oral (m recieving), cock warming, kolya's is the longest bc yea, squirting, kind of 4th wall breaking in kolya's etc • here it isss !! i didn't expect so many people to want this but im glad i got to write it. anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread

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𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟏 — 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

his hands flew to her neck, squeezing not too hard — but firm enough for her to get dizzy with pleasure. "lily, you're simply ethereal like this," the man on top of her groaned, hips still pounding away, his pelvis slapping against her thighs with each thrust. she moaned, nails raking down the crown prince's back, all while —

"..her pretty cunt squeezed around him at the heartfelt praise,"

you felt someone whisper from behind your shoulder, making you quickly slam your book closed and whip your head towards that direction — only to see your boyfriend, dazai, standing there with a cheshire-like grin on his pretty face.

"i didn't know you were into historical books, babe!" he said with a teasing tilt in his voice, making your right eye twitch. "r-right... ahem — anyway, you really shouldn't sneak up on people like that, osamu," you scowled, clutching said book close to your chest.

"yeah? and you really shouldn't read dirty books at work like this, sweetheart," he tilted your head up to face him, "what if it was kunikida-kun instead of me, hmm?" his voice was playful, and if you knew him, you knew that he was hinting at something — if it's wasn't obvious already by the prominent bulge in his slacks.

"well, aren't you eager?" dazai huffed out a laugh at the way you grinded on his thigh, trying to reach your precious book that was in his hands now. "her back arched like a cat's as the prince pounded away at her — not having an ounce of mercy for the poor maiden," dazai read in a mocking tone — all while flexing his thigh under your cunt, which you were humping for dear life. "please," you pawed at his chest, hips twitching with the need for release.

"please what, baby?" he grinned mischievously, free hand snaking down to land a playful smack on your breasts, before squeezing them. "please let me cum," you whined once more, batting your wet lashes at him in hopes of getting at least a tiny bit of mercy.

"well.." dazai hummed, placing the book to the side, before sitting you fully on his lap and unzipping his slacks — "since you want it so bad, work for it."

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟐 — 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀

you and chuuya were in his office, with him working and you on your phone.

chuuya noticed how unusually quiet you got — and how.. strange you were acting as you scrolled further down on your cellphone.

his eyebrows furrowed as he saw your pupils dilate, your breathing getting uneven and you clenching your thighs.... oh.

a smirk found it's way on his handsome face as realization hit him — you dirty, dirty girl.

"what'cha readin' there, babe?" chuuya raised an eyebrow at the way you flinched when he suddenly spoke up. "um.. just some romance story, you won't like it, chuu," you tried to keep a straight face as your boyfriend got up from his seat, and stalked closer to you.

"oh yeah?" chuuya inquired further, "let me see."

"NO!— i mean — you really won't like it, babe," you smiled nervously and clutched the little device closer to you, which only made chuuya's grin spread further. "riiighhtt."

a gasp tore from your lips when your phone was snatched away from you by the ginger man — he was way too fast and strong for you to fight back, so you just sat there — blinking dumbly as he read the contents of your little "romance story."

"really? a mafia boss x reader? heh," chuuya snickered, voice holding a teasing tilt to it, "ya got a thing for boss, or somethin'?"

"NO! oh god, chuuya — give it back!" you finally recovered from your state of stupor, lunging at chuuya — who caught you in his arms with ease. "easy there, sweetheart. now, how about i give you the real fucking thing instead of this stupid... fanfiction, yeah? bend over f'me, doll."

loud clapping could be heard from outside of chuuya's office — it was so embarrassing if anyone walked by, especially akutagawa, but chuuya didn't seem to care one bit.

your tight little pencil skirt was bunched up, panties pulled hastily to the side as chuuya's narrow hips slammed against your ass, gloved hands gripping your hips so hard that you feared it would leave marks. "you like that, baby? like it when i grind into you like this?"

chuuya slowed his thrusts only to grind his hips in circles — making you see stars as you desperately clawed at the mahogany desk.

a sudden knock on the door sent your mind spiraling from pure pleasure to uneasiness. surely he wouldn't —

"come in, akutagawa."

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟑 — 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑

"don't flip the page, darling, i'm not done yet,"

you flinched at hearing fyodor's smooth, rich voice from behind you — startling you enough to drop the book from your hands, which conveniently landed on your lap. you looked behind to see your husband, who had a smirk on his handsome, pale face — "f-fedya!" you smiled nervously, "you were.. behind me this entire time?"

"why of course, my dear. i was wondering what type of book my beloved wife is into, and i.. certainly didn't expect this."

fyodor's tone was condescending, derogatory even — making your face heat up in embarrassment and shame. "now now," he tilted your chin up to look him in the eye, "there's no need to be ashamed, darling. though i can't deny that i'm a little upset from you going behind my back to read something so sinful," fyodor clicked his tongue, shaking his head gently before narrowing his amethyst eyes at you, "i believe you need to.. make up for this little... mistake of yours. won't you be a good girl and do as i say?"

you gulped before nodding hesitantly, sweat dampening your palms at the sheer nervousness you were feeling.

"good. on your knees."

fyodor held your head down on his cock, the small tuff of black hair tickling your nose —he didn't give you a chance to catch your breath. the feeling of the tight walls of your throat, along with the pretty view of you looking up at him with those teary eyes almost had him going feral. he wanted nothing more than to just pull your head back and face fuck you — but no, he had you cock warming him with your cute little mouth instead. all while he read his own book.

now, you might want to think twice before reading something so filthy behind his back again — unless you wished for an even worse punishment, that is.

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟒 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈

"dove, can i ask you a little question?"

nikolai wrapped his huge arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and resting his head on your shoulder, waiting for an answer with a grin.

"what is it, kolya?" you tried to turn to face him, but nikolai's grip only got tighter — his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, "who the fuck is 'toji fushiguro' and why were you reading smut about him?"

nikolai felt you stiffen in his arms — a shiver running down your spine at his warm breath hitting your skin, along with the embarrassing fact that your boyfriend had seen what you read on your phone. fuck.

"hmm? no denying?" he teased, freakishly large hands skimming over your torso, then settling all the way up to your breasts. "he's just a.. fictional character, love," you winced at how fucking embarrassing that sounded — which only resulted in nikolai letting out a snicker.

"really? you wound me, sweet pea — am i not good enough for you, that you have to settle for reading smut about fictional men?" he dramatically put a hand over his chest, but you both knew that was not true. "i'll just prove myself to you then, mm?" nikolai grinned, planting a kiss on your clothed shoulder.

you groaned, "n-no! baby, it's just —" "full nelson, huh?" nikolai cut you off — his expression dark as a borderline scary grin settled on his lips. "that was the position right? you could've just told me you wanted to try it! come on, little dove — i'll show you full nelson."

that's how you ended up with your legs against your chest, nikolai's huge arms hooked under your knees to keep you secured against his chest — all while his thick cock plowed into your cunt.

your mouth dropped into an 'o' shape, drool dribbling down your chin to your tits — the mounds bouncing up and down erotically as you were drilled into from below.

"god, just look at you,"nikolai groaned — his arms flexing beneath you as he bit the juncture of your shoulder, the soft skin littered in bruises and bite marks. his heavy balls were clapping against your ass with each rough thrust — your pussy felt like it was splitting in half from the sheer girth of his dick.

"oh yeah, baby — cum f'me, a-agh — cum on this cock," nikolai's voice was slurred, thick and heavy with lust as he encouraged you to soak his length in your juices.

and soak him you did — spraying your arousal all over the floor, his cock and balls were dripping with it — as you went limp in his arms. but he didn't stop, no — he didn't stop until he was cumming deep in your womb, the creamy substance leaking from your cunt from just how much there was.

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[lambilegs]

Pls more fluff with sev and sistersbsf reader !!! SOOO cute

best friend's older sister!sevika who you practically feel like a teenager in high school with, constantly sneaking around to catch a moment with.

as soon as you guys announced to your best friend that the two of you are dating, she made it crystal clear that time with her would be spent time with only her. ergo, no escaping to to sevika's bedroom. ergo, sevika can barely approach your friend group without her slapping her sister's muscled arm and sending her off.

you love your best friend, you really do, and you just as badly do not want this newfound romance with sevika to get in the way of your guys' years-long friendship. however, you and sevika have been dating for a mere month, and you both are still in the stage of wanting to spend every waking minute together. well, for her, you can only assume. as irritating as it is, she's an expert at keeping it nonchalant. but, you know her well enough to read her body language well. the way her hand keeps gripping yours until your fingertips are brushing against hers, how she grips your waist tighter when you fidget in her lap and tell her you need to head home. bits and pieces of her affection, more and more unfurling everyday.

not that you get to soak much up of it on the days claimed by your best friend. you try so hard not to be that person, the kind that ditches their friends as soon as they get a partner. but, it's achingly difficult to parallel play while you both scroll on your phones, knowing your girlfriend is right down the hall.

which is why as soon as your best friend unties her hair, winking at you as she leaves the room to shower, you're straining your ears to listen for the water to switch on. and when it does, the muffled noises of the sprinkles coming from the other side of the wall, you leap off her bean bag, scurrying down the hall and rasping on sevika's door.

your stomach buzzes at the sight of the grin that splits on her face when she swings the door open. "you know, doll, you don't have to kno--"

you smash your lips over hers, stumbling against her as her prosthetic arm catches you. from behind, you can hear her bedroom door clicking shut, and a split second later, your back is pressed against it. her mouth is insistent, soft lips coaxing your open as her tongue licks against your bottom lip. your head feels dizzy with the passion of it, her rough hands cupping your face, nose smooshing against yours as she dips her head further.

when she pulls away, her chest rising and falling against yours, a string of saliva linking your mouths together, you immediately break into a goofy smile, your heart alight with finally seeing her.

she reaches her arm up, propping it against the door as she leans into your space. "needed it that bad, huh?"

you snort, shaking your head gently. "nah, I just took pity on you. knew it must've been sheer torture, locked up in this bedroom, knowing I'm right next door."

"oh, the sleepover is tonight?" she asks, raising a mocking eyebrow. "see, she mentioned your name and I just kind of zoned out."

"awe, because you were daydreaming?" you coo, cocking your head to the side. "not that much of a mean, tough butch, huh?"

"I mean, I was daydreaming about how I'd fight off any of my sister's feral friends sneaking into my room to make out."

"that plan didn't seem to come to fruition, though," you drawl, looking at her through your lashes innocently.

"yeah -- you been working out or something?" she mutters, drawing you forward with a large hand on your hip. "a lot of force in that shove."

"oh, sorry, are you too delicate for it?"

she snickers, pausing as her eyes languidly rove over your face. as her expression settles into one of determination, you feel yourself squirm in her grip, beginning to grow shy.

before you can linger in the feeling for too long, she's gently shoving you onto her bed, not even giving you a moment to sit up before she's caging you under her body and pressing kisses down your neck.

minutes of making out later, the shower switches off, and immediately, you're ushering her off you, tripping over her sheets as you shuffles off her bed.

she remains seated, looking down as you scramble to get up from the ground. "what's the rush?"

"I promised her I'd devote all my time and attention to her today."

she snorts. "are you mine or hers?"

you brush down the wrinkles in your shirt, breaths heavy from the rapid exertion as you say, "both, it just depends on the hour."

"well, thanks for sparing a quarter of one," she says, patting your ass as you turn the knob of her door. "but, it wasn't nearly enough time."

you poke your head through the gap between her door and the frame, ensuring your best friend isn't out of the bathroom yet. "bold words from someone who got simply jumped by her sister's friend."

she shoots you a deadpan stare. "hilarious."

"yeah, yeah, don't get too intimidated," you whisper, patting her chest down with a sickeningly sweet smile.

right before you head into hallway, her long fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you to her with one singular, hearty pull. just as you hiss for her to let you go, she presses an amorous goodbye kiss to your lips, not even giving you a moment to reel yourself in before pushing you unceremoniously into the hall and saluting you, the image of seriousness.

you don't even get to glare at her, for your feet work all the faster, racing to get you back to your best friend's bedroom.

your best friend whose eyes immediately land on the evident bite back on your neck when she returns wrapped up in a towel.

grimacing at your neck, which is hot with humiliation as you pitifully tug the neckline of your t-shirt up, she mutters, "so gross."

[xoey101]

Perv!Izuku Roommate :)

nsfw below the cut!

Tags: smut, perv!izuku, roommates, masturbation (m), panty stealing, desperation, oneshot, cum, surprise ending!

fem reader!

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Poor Izuku, he can't help himself. He just likes you so, so much. <3

So, when you leave the flat for a girls' night out in your tiny shimmery skirt and strappy heels, he makes the most of his time alone.

Already half hard, he waits to hear your car pull away before tiptoeing to your bedroom.... you'd never let him in here normally, so he always takes his sweet time examining each of your possessions when you're gone. Shuffling over to your nightstand, his fingers lightly graze the cover of your current read--more smut, of course. He shivers at the thought of you consuming that filth. He considers taking a peek, but instead, he makes his way over to your vanity, electricity coursing through his body. Carefully, he picks up your lipstick, and earrings. You're just so pretty. So feminine. Your delicate mannerisms and style just drive him half crazy. Izuku gulps, feeling himself throb. It's time for him to to take of business.

Even though he knows you're gone, he can't help but hold his breath ever so quietly as he searches through your dirty laundry hamper for his favorite pair of your panties. Trembling, his fingers clasp the lacy, pink fabric. No matter how many times he does this, the adrenaline rush practically makes him dizzy--it's just so disgusting. Fabric in hand, Izuku makes his way over to your bed. He fights the urge to lay out completely on your sheets (as always), and settles for the corner of your bed. Allowing the sugary scent of your bedding to fill his nostrils, he pulls his shorts and boxers down, his erection slapping lewdly against his stomach. Izuku curses, wrapping your panties around the base of his cock. This was his favorite. Fist pumping furiously, he's almost shocked at how wet he's already gotten your panties--they're soaked with his sticky precum.

Softly closing his eyes, he huffs out your name amidst desperate moans. It's a wretched thing to do, masturbating with his roommate's underwear, and yet he couldn't stop himself from fucking up into his hand at the thought of you. Growing desperate, the sounds of his whimpers and fapping echo off your pink bedroom walls. Absentmindedly, he wonders if the neighbors can hear his filthy fucking sounds. Fuck the neighbors. Izuku continues stroking himself, reveling in the feeling of your dirty panties around his cock. He imagines your sweet pussy in them--had you ever gotten wet in these panties? Made yourself cum? His mind reels at the question. Moans spilling from his lips, he strokes himself even faster, very aware of his building orgasm. Hips stuttering, he babbles incoherently as the pleasure washes over him, wave after harsh wave. His poor cock spurts out hot, sticky semen, completely soiling your adorable panties :(

Panting madly, he crashes back into reality. Is that the sound of your car pulling up? Frantically, he pulls his shorts up, wiping his hands on your panties and stuffing them into his pocket. Why are you back already? He dashes out your room--no time to make it back to his--and jumps on the couch. Assuming the least suspicious pose he can muster, Izuku wipes his brow just as your keys turn the lock.

"Zuku! I'm back."

"What happened? I thought you were excited to spend time with your friends," he prays that his cheerful tone masks his terror.

"Oh, nothing. Just forgot my wallet," You grab it from the little table near the door. "Be good while I'm gone, m'kay?" You quip obliviously. Smiling, he chuckles nervously as you head back out.

That was the last time, he tells himself.

Obviously, he's lying.

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First post omg! It’s self indulgent but!!

[nonsense-by-nell]

"Oh?"

Warnings: squirting, rough sex, clit slap, overstimulation, crying, intense orgasm, mean obanai kind of??? sorry its short, saw him in the new season and couldn't get the idea out of my head of obanai and his needy princess. Word count: 0.8k NOT PROOF READ

You can feel the slick coating your inner thighs, can hear the squelch it makes as your lover pounds you into oblivion. The essence of your previous three orgasms makes you embarrassed and you're thankful for the pillow your heads dug into, muffling your dazed moans and whispers.

His hand travels along your back, looping under your stomach to come in contact with your aching clit. Your body jolts, he hasn't started rubbing yet but your clit has already been vigorously rubbed into your last two orgasms and can't take anymore. You try to push away when he starts the tantalising circles, the only thing that does is piss the serpent hashira off and force you into an even deeper, more punishing arch, causing his length to hit further inside of you.

You choke on air, hands fisting the pillow even tighter as you try not to scream into it. There's a coil inside of you, it's getting tighter and tighter and it's bordering on painful. It feels different. Your eyes are squeezed shut in concentration, droplets of sweat racing each other on your tense body. You've never needed to concentrate so hard before, your usual babbling was exchanged for silence, teeth biting down on your lips harshly, trapping the sounds. The pressure is making you lightheaded and dizzy and you're struggling to breathe.

Obanai was intrigued. He's never seen you so silent. So still. So obedient. "You okay?" He asks after studying you.

You turn your head to the side so you can breathe, gasping out an airy yeah between panicked breaths. This feeling is consuming you, it's taking over your body, a sensation you've never felt before. Your in conflict with yourself, your back is arching further, pushing yourself back as far as you can go to feel him hitting you deeper, but your hand moves like lightening to grab your lovers wrist, weakly trying to get him away from your poor clit.

Obanai tsks under his breath, clicking his tongue in disappointment after. He bats your hand away, reattaching himself back to your clit to circle it with more pressure. His other hand, that was on your hip, cages both of yours and forcefully pulls them behind your back, causing his body to hover over yours and his thrusts to become more bruising.

"Never do that again." He warns in a low voice, right next to your ear, finishing his statement with a harsh slap to your clit that has you choking on a sob.

"Ob-Obanai! Don't! I- I can't. Dunno what's happening — fuck!" Your voice sounds watery, like you're going to cry any second. Your body stiffens, a coursing flame travelling throughout you until you're completely alight. "G-god Obanai! I cantttt!"

Obanai's two toned eyes widen in interest when he feels a spray of liquid hit his thighs and coat the futon, dripping from your legs as the spray continued. "Oh?" He whispers in your ear, before dragging you up to hit the back of his chest. He splays four of his fingers against your clit, prolonging your orgasm and forcing spurts of cum from you with so much force that they push him and his seed out of you, all the whilst his other free hand settles on your throat, squeezing lightly.

You're crying now, you'd never been so overwhelmed before in your life. A few more weak spurts follow and then they stop and he cups your soaking heat after letting his thumb brush over your clit. A cry tears from your throat, salty tears cascading down your flushed face. Your shaking, convulsing, muscles spasming.

"You're okay, princess," he whispers, voice as smooth as silk, deep and inviting. His cold hands slither around your waist to turn you around in his hold, two toned eyes observing you with intensity. He watches how your hands eagerly wrap around his neck, your shaking body collapsing in his embrace whilst you snuggle into his neck. Needy. You're so needy for his comfort, for his praise, for him to bring you back to reality after the brutal, overstimulating sex you both had. You were needy and he loved it. Adored it even, because you needed him. Couldn't possibly be okay without him. You were his. Only his.

"O-Obi," you whimper into the crook of his neck, dampening his skin with your tears.

"What's wrong, princess?" He rasps, his hand instinctually rubbing soothing circles into the soft skin of your back.

"Dunnooo," you whine. "J-just need you, Obi."

He smirks in response, kissing your head as he comforts you, relishing in your neediness. Music to his ears.

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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 in which you and spencer almost say i love you four times and one time where you actually do.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 16+ minors dni!, fem!reader, established relationship, spencer is down bad, so is reader tho, idiots in love, they’re both lowkey rlly hormonal bro, pet names (love, handsome), this one’s a rollercoaster, fluff, angst, lots of suggestiveness because reader likes to tease lol, allusions to smut (didn’t actually write it tho sorry!) fighting, spencer kinda acts like a bitch, makeoutshesh, mentions of reader being insecure of her physical appearance, mentions of typical cm content, mentions of blood, mentions of reader getting hurt, protective!spencer, derek and reader have a cute friendship, lots of mentions of maeve so spoilers on that end, pls let me know if i forgot anything!!!,

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 8.1k (damn)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 so i had many cute loose concepts and i kinda meshed it all into one fic. this is also loosely based on birds of a feather by billie eilish! im in love with this piece ugh

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The first time

“You look different,” Derek mumbled, mostly to himself, but loud enough to catch on. You turned towards his voice. The only thing different was that Hotch had let you come in later than your usual schedule since you had a random doctor's appointment— Oh, and the recently purchased light-blue button up you were wearing.

Your brows furrowed at Derek, one hand adjusting the strap of the purse that hung loosely on your shoulder as a light brown bag sat comfortably in the other. “Different..?”

Emily followed Derek, joining in as she glanced over at you from her own respective desk. “Actually he’s right,”

“I’m wearing a new shirt..?” You fiddled with the first button of your shirt, pursing your lips in bewilderment.

“No—“ Emily squinted at you. “It’s something else..”

Your mouth hung slightly open, not really sure how to respond to their prying eyes. They both were glancing at you, then at each other, then you again, but this time up and down—

“I hope it’s a good difference,” You commented as you waltzed past them and towards your boyfriend's desk. Spencer was hunched over at his desk, eyes practically burning holes into the files that sat in front of him.

His lips were pursed familiarly, just like he always did when he was so concentrated, along with the familiar furrow in his brow. His hair was tousled, a strand or two falling flat in front of his forehead. He looked so good it made you dizzy.

An instinctive smile had already reached your face once you made it to his desk. You leaned over him, slapping the brown bag on top of the files he was reading. He flinched slightly, but nevertheless, was finally pulled out of his deep concentration pool. You placed your palms on his shoulders, running them down his chest as you leaned over to hug him from behind.

You placed a kiss underneath his ear. “Hi handsome,”

He sank in his desk, realizing it was only just you and immediately easing. He hummed placidly, entranced by the sound of your sickeningly sweet voice. You pulled away to which he took the opportunity to glance over his shoulder at you.

You gave him a soft smile, one you used that made his heart soar. How your eyes grew lenient and lips curved gently upwards as you scanned as much of his features as your brain could possibly take in.

You placed both hands on his shoulder and nudged your chin towards the bag. “Brought you your favorite,”

His hands were already on the bag before you could say anything else and when he looked inside he was in fact correct on his suspicions when he saw two chocolate sprinkled doughnuts.

They smelled heavenly and he knew they were enough to cure his very major and very much present sweet tooth he had woken up with this morning. A large uncontrollable smile slapped right onto his face as he opened his mouth. “I—“

He stopped, clamping his mouth shut abruptly.

Thank god. He swallowed those three words that had nearly left his mouth, pushing them right back into the back of his throat before the damage could be done.

It wouldn’t necessarily be the first time this week where he let the confession accidentally slip. He realized that as of recently, he would catch himself with more and more of a necessity to tell you how he felt.

The two of you started seeing each other romantically about six months back. It was completely out of nowhere when he asked you out for the first time. The second— and third, and fourth and continuing times after were more than expected.

It didn’t take much for the two of you to realize how much of an importance the other partook in your day to day basis, even despite being friends for so long prior to the dating.

And everyday he saw you he felt this big tightening in his chest that made it actually impossible for him to breathe. He felt all this pent up emotion that was getting harder for him to manage with every passing day.

It scared him, how much he cared about you. How much he wanted you to be a part of his everyday life and how much he wanted to tell you how it made him feel— how you made him feel.

But that fear was exactly the reason why he’d clamp his mouth shut every single time he felt like he wanted to tell you.

“I—uhm,” He cleared his throat. “Thank you, really I—“

You watched him, titling your head to the side with a prying gaze. “Have I ever told you how amazingly perfect you are?”

You purse your lips, leaning over his shoulder and pretending to be deep in thought. “I’m not sure— I think you’re gonna need to jog up my memory.”

He shook his head, huffing a laugh as you leaned down and pressing a long kiss onto his lips. You hummed in contentment, feeling the fuzziness in your chest reach every nerve in your body.

“Hey,” You pulled away, glaring over at Derek from Spencer’s desk. “Calm your hormones or I’m telling Hotch to hit HR up,”

“Actually hormones aren’t something you can consciously control, they’re a biological response to situations we find—“ Spencer quipped, earning a loud groan from Morgan.

You rolled your eyes, looking down at Spencer and reaching a hand up, running it ploddingly through his thick brown curls. “Are you coming over tonight?”

He nodded. “Yeah,”

“Looking forward to it,” You pecked his lips once more. Before rounding his desk and making a b-line for your own.

Spencer scanned you up and down as you waltzed away, not realizing you were wearing the shirt you bought last weekend. The one that enhanced the beauty of your hair and skin color, mapping a perfect picture he wanted to get lost looking at. He also couldn’t fail to avoid the way the shirt deliciously hugged every curve and bump your body had to offer. And those dress pants—

He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning internally. He then thumped his forehead onto his desk, cheeks blazing with heat, knowing he was more screwed than anyone in this whole building, a lost cause if you will.

As you strutted past Derek and Emily’s desk towards your own, Emily gasped loudly. “I think I finally got it,”

“Yeah, I completely agree with you,” Derek followed. You looked at them both quizzically.

“Could it be?— No,” Emily gasped once again and you immediately noticed that it was fake, alarming you of whatever game they were getting at.

“Yeah, I think it’s finally happened.” Derek leaned back in his chair, clicking his tongue and smirking over at you. “Pretty girl here is in love,”

Your cheeks turned hot, as your eyebrows shot up defensively. “What?”

Derek liked to say the two of you were still in your ‘honeymoon phase’ and you couldn’t disagree with him— it was the most accurate description of your relationship with Spencer.

But saying in love triggered something— physically and emotionally.

“No wonder she looks so different,” Emily tutted. “She’s got that ‘happy in love’ glow to her.”

“Shut up,” You have the strap of your purse on a death grip as you opened your mouth to protest but failed miserably as all the words died in the back of your throat. Thank god Spencer seemed preoccupied with the donut you had just given him.

“I’m—“ You shuffled, slapping yourself internally. Way to give it away. “You guys need to find a better hobby.”

And with blazing cheeks, a dry throat and a concerning pattering heart blaring against your throat, you stalked your way back to your desk.

The second time

“But that isn’t fair Spencer!” You groaned, gripping your bag as if your life depended on it. “You can’t expect to save everyone and then blame yourself when it doesn’t go well,”

There had been a sensitive case today, clearly an unsuccessful one. Spencer, like usual, jumped at the first opportunity to start blaming himself— for not being quicker, for not being smarter.. Whatever reason he could nitpick at, he was currently doing so.

You tore your purse off your body and tossed it into a small basket by your front door. You roughly tore your heels off, slightly relieved at the feeling off the palms of your feet on the wooden floor.

“There were flaws in the profile— flaws in the geographical profile,” He huffed, frustrated, filling every fiber of his words. He tore his satchel off his body, grabbing his files from it prior and slapping them onto your coffee table. “We couldn’t even correctly pinpoint the Unsubs M.O before he started sadistically killing again, we couldn’t—“

You felt for him, you truly did. Spencer was one of the most kind hearted, considerate people you knew, but that came with a lot of self-demands. He had to be everything at once, and be there for everyone at once and if he didn’t reach the bar he’d set up for himself, this would happen.

He pushed past you and towards your kitchen. “Spence, we aren’t going to solve every case, no matter how good our work may be.”

“You think I don’t know that? The average percent of homicides cleared or "solved" is 60 to 65 but around 35 to 40 percent go unsolved.” You opened your fridge, grabbing a pitcher of water and grabbing a glass from your cabinet as you listened to Spencer.

“35 to 40 percent, do you know how high that is?!” He stressed. You realized his irritation was heavy because he was reaching his peak of rambling.

Spencer just couldn’t stand when things like this happened. When people did horrible things and got the luxury of roaming free— he couldn’t help but feel like he was at fault for that. If he was just quicker, or smarter maybe they would’ve caught whatever bastard was terrorizing people.

“I know you know that!” You huffed a breath of frustration. “But that’s the way this job works Spence!”

“What would you know about how this job works?” He turned, hot on his heels, facing you with an indescribable exasperation pooling around his eyes.

You stopped in your tracks, looking up at him sharply and setting the still empty glass of water and pitcher back onto the table “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His eyes were deeply upset— cold and hard and so much different from the soft and welcoming gaze of your partner. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about being a profiler. You joined the team around three years after the rest of us.”

You stared at him with incredulity. When in a relationship with somebody, as well as learning all of their admirable virtues, you also learn their defects. And one of Spencer’s defects was that he had no filter whatsoever when he got angry. He just said the first thing that came to mind and spit it out and towards whichever person was unlucky enough to fall victim.

Not that the two of you fought often because you quite literally never did— but you’d see him pissed at people and his petty side sometimes felt the need to make an appearance.

You, however, had never had to experience this firsthand. You’d seen it happen at work, with JJ, with Derek, with the press. But two of you had never spoken to each other the way you were doing now. And if he thought you were gonna let him slide, he’s got another thing coming.

“What about Rossi?” You challenged as you crossed your arms across your chest. “I was accepted into the team just months after he was, you’re gonna tell him he wouldn’t know the first thing about being a profiler?”

“That’s different—“

“How?” Your veins were pumping with adrenaline. Your fingers shook violently, and the back of your throat suddenly burned with the need to cry. “I had jobs before getting called into the BAU, and I busted my ass off in college—“

“It’s not the same!” He spat. “You had never worked with the team before, it took you months to learn how we processed things, how we handled them.”

You could visually see Spencer bite down on his tongue only now attempting to reel himself down back to earth. And if you didn’t know him better, you wouldn’t be able to recognize the identifiable regret that appeared in his eyes while you continued on.

“And who are you to hold that against me Spencer?”

He swallowed thickly and let out a heavy sigh. You ran a frustrated hand through your curled hair. “All i’m saying is that—“

“I know what this job is like, which is why I’m telling you to get out of your goddamn head.” You didn’t scream at him, but there was a firmness in your voice that could scare practically anyone off.

“The things that have happened, happened today or will happen are never going to be in our control,” You told him. “Never.”

“Just because you’re angry and pissed does not give you a free card to attack me,” You slammed the glass cup onto the counter and pushed past him, making your way out of the kitchen. Spencer didn’t follow you to your room, he knew it wasn’t a smart idea.

So as your bedroom door slammed shut, he stalked over to your couch, opening up the paper files onto your coffee table, and rerunning them once again. He wasn’t able to concentrate at all though, knowing you were in the other room tossed in bed and probably crying because of him.

A few long hours later, Spencer closed his files and looked over towards your door. There had been no noise emitted whatsoever from your room, which he wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse.

He felt like an idiot. Presumably so, he was so stupid for just lashing out like that on you. Your intentions were never ill intended, yet he still pushed you away and he hated himself for that.

He stood up, making his way into your kitchen and grabbing the empty glass. He poured some water into it and went over to your door.

You were lying down, blankets wrapped around you protectively as your back faced him. He couldn’t help but smile, feeling the endearment tighten in his chest.

You stirred in your sleep as the bed sunk beside you, groaning softly. Spencer hovered over you, setting down the glass of water on the nightstand beside your head.

“Hey,” His voice was very soft, maybe even enough to send you back into the nap you were in— until you remembered what had happened earlier and thought that maybe talking to him was a better idea.

Your eyes burned and your head hurt. You sniffed away the buildup that the crying had caused. You then blinked away the grogginess from your eyes, along with the slight burning sensation due to the tears you had shed earlier. “Hey,”

Your sleepy voice was enough to send Spencer into a whirlwind. It tugged at the strings of his heart and all he wanted to do right now was grab you in his arms and hold you there forever.

He laid on his side beside you, running a soft hand across your arm with the encouragement for you to turn around and face him.

A slight sense of anxiety was coursing through him. He was scared that a part of you was still mad at the way he spoke to you, and the worst part was that he couldn’t blame you, because he had in fact acted like an idiot.

You blinked up at him from over your shoulder. “What time is it?”

“Around nine?” You hummed, flipping on your side and turning to face him. Spencer slapped at the nerves inside him and shifted slightly in his position.

“Hey,” He reached his hand over to yours and intertwined his fingers with your own. “Were you crying?”

“Yeah,” His tone hadn’t been patronizing or ridicule intended, it was more so concerned. You reached up to rub your eye.“You were pretty fucking mean.”

Spencer wanted to kick himself. Truly. There wasn’t anything else to say but how utterly stupid he had been for causing you any type of harm when his main promise was to prevent you from any of it.

“You should drink some water,” He lifted himself up by his elbow, hovering over you again and reaching for the glass.

“I’m not thirsty,” You mumbled, snuggling closer into your pillow.

“You should still drink love, you haven’t had a single drop of water since we got here and you’re probably dehydrated,” You didn’t look at him. “I added those watermelon electrolytes you like so much.”

You peered at the glass, suddenly feeling deathly thirsty. With a huff, you reached for the glass. “Fine,”

You downed the whole drink in a matter of seconds, melting at the taste of the sweet watermelon tartness on your tongue. Once you finished the glass, you handed it back to Spencer who set it on the opposite nightstand.

“Can we talk?” You nodded. “I’m sorry,”

You looked up at him, opting him to continue. “I shouldn’t have snapped the way I did. You were trying to help me, and by attempting to push you away I said stuff I really, really shouldn’t have and I’m so sorry,”

With a few seconds of silence, you reached down, intertwining both of your hands. Your thumb glided over his knuckles as you listened to him.

You mumbled. “It’s okay Spence,”

He shook his head. “It’s not, honestly. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did.”

Yeah, good point.

“I know,” You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “But you said that you're sorry and next time we’ll learn how to manage these things a little more efficiently.”

You quickly pulled his arm over your body and scooted forward, too tired to dwell in an emotionally exhausting conversation, nuzzling your face into his neck while his arms instinctively tightened around your frame. “We’ll get the hang of this, okay?”

There was silence after that. One that could’ve been filled by anything, honestly.

Those three words were all you wanted to say right then and there. It had been on your mind a lot recently, how Spencer was making you feel a ton of scary and big and complicated feelings— all amazing but terrifying. And those three words felt the most accurate when it came to telling him how you felt about him.

You really wanted to tell him at that moment. You don’t know where the necessity came from but it hit you like a tidal wave. Strong and capricious. Uncontrollable almost.

But then the fear settled in and you’d obstruct yourself from doing so.

So you didn’t say it, even though you may have wanted to.

Instead you just held him tighter and nuzzled into him as close as you physically could, hoping that somehow the message would get across. He placed a kiss onto the crown of your head. “Okay.”

The third time

You smiled into the kiss, tugging at his hair as you leaned back, supporting yourself solely on his grip around your lower back. Your legs rested on either side of him, sitting in his lap while his hands raked across your back in a way that made you feverish.

His lips moved swiftly across yours. He squeezed your hips, fingertips slipping just slightly underneath your shirt. You shivered at the contrast of his cold fingertips against your blazing skin. Spencer pulled away, voice breathy. “Is this okay..?”

“Yes,” You whispered back before pulling him onto your lips again.

Your relationship with Spencer was something that made your heart feel so light and airy— something so pure and easy. It made you grow dizzy just thinking about his hands on you and all the sweet things he’d whisper in your ear constantly. How he was always so considerate and sweet and perfect.

You were staying the night at Spencer’s apartment, too tired to drive back to your own apartment after work. But some things lead to others and well— yeah.

When having to restrain so much physical contact at work, strictly wanting to remain as professional as possible, you could merely blame yourself for needing him like this once back at eithers apartment.

You hummed against his lips, raking your hands slowly through his hair. The kissing hadn’t stopped for the past half hour or so— honestly you lost track of time.

Spencer pulled away breathlessly and placed a few messy but calculated kisses on your jaw and neck. You smiled almost stupidly. He pulled away, looking at your dozy face and feeling his chest tighten.

Your lips were slightly pinker than usual, and puffier. Your hair was just slightly tousled while your cheeks glowed a beautiful red hue. Your fingers remained tangled in the locks of his curls.

“You look pretty,” He was saying that as if it was another one of his scientifically proven facts, as if no one could say or believe otherwise. You tucked a small curl that had slipped onto the side of his face behind his ear, humming passingly. However, you never found his eyes, only focusing now on the curls that sat comfortably framing his face.

Spencer’s eyes narrowed, fiddling with the hem of your loose shirt. “You do that often,”

You look down at him, questioning him with a hum. “Do what?”

“Overlook the things I say when I compliment you,” He remarked. “Like you don’t believe me.”

You still didn’t move your attention from his curls. You didn’t believe him most of the time.

You weren’t an insecure person, not entirely anyways. You put a lot of focus on your physical appearance, always maintaining your clean look intact to the public eye. To many, you were considered extremely attractive. But unlike popular belief, you had many insecurities that you always tried to overlook. Sometimes it was hard though.

It was just hard for you to understand how he saw you so perfectly, like you had not a single flaw. ‘Beautiful’ and ‘breathtaking’, just like he always says when he sees you at work or back at your apartments. How he’s able to litter you with a million compliments

“I don’t overlook your compliments,” You let out an airy laugh, pulling back slightly to look at him properly, hands resting on his shoulders.

“Yes, you do.”

“I don’t..!” You laughed, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a long kiss. He drew away, only by a few centimeters, desperately trying to get his point across because god forbid Spencer keep his thoughts to himself.

“You’re deflecting,” He whispered over your lips before you laid another feather-like kiss into his lips. You hummed dismissively, assuring him that you weren’t avoiding anything.

But god, if you didn’t stop kissing him so softly and so painfully slowly, if you didn’t stop shifting around on his lap the way you were and if you didn’t stop your hands from wandering their way across his shoulders and chest— he was going to have a hard time remaining composed.

“You’re—“ A kiss.

“trying to—“ Another kiss.

“distract me,” It was as if you were a magnet he was so desperately trying to detach himself from, but failing miserably. Gravity itself pulled him towards you, he couldn’t help nor control it. He couldn’t blame himself either.

“Is it working?” You whispered, voice dangerously close to a taunt. Your hands began fiddling with the buttons of his dress shirt, popping the first two undone.

Spencer found himself growing dizzy as his hands dug into your hips. “Unfortunately,”

You kissed his jaw, and Spencer let out a stifled groan. With the willpower of the gods themselves, he reached up and grabbed your hands into his own, stopping their mission at undoing his shirts buttons. You pouted with a glare, pulling away from him as his thumb gilded affectionately across your knuckles.

“So wait,” You pulled back. “Is this your way of saying you don’t want to sleep with me.?”

Spencer choked. “What?— No!”

Spencer groaned as you stifled a giggle. Oh, how you loved teasing and getting him all flustered. “That’s not— No.”

You tilted your head. His hands rested on your hips, as he sighed looking up at you. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

You blushed. “You tell me often,”

“I know you’re beautiful,” He shook his head and sat up, trailing his hands across your back. “Do you?”

“People tell me often,” You smirked and when he glared at you all you could do was kiss it off him. “But I only like hearing it from you,”

“I asked you something,” He let out.

“Sort of,” You admitted meekly, finally responding to his question. His hands came back to the hem of your t-shirt, tugging at it as his lips found yours again.

“You’re probably the most beautiful person I know,” He whispered above your lips matter of factly.

“Probably..?”

“Definitely,” His hands gripped at the plush flesh of your hips in a way that was making you want to fall to the ground and melt into a puddle of goop. It was so gentle yet there was a specific urgency to it.

He pulled away, kissing your cheek immediately after. “You’re also so smart and kind,”

He kisses traveled across your cheek, to your temple, towards your jaw and that damn spot on your neck that he knew drove you crazy. All while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your witt was slowly melting away with any trace of self control you had left in you as you closed your eyes, arching yourself into his addictive touch. ”And funny,”

“Spence..” You warned.

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” He looked back at you, reaching up and cupping your cheek in his hand. “I—“

His words failed him as they whipped all the way back into his throat, daring not to leave his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to say it, there wasn’t anything else he wanted to say to you, because no matter how much he’d wash you in compliments, those three words were the closest thing to allowing you to understand just how much you truly meant to him— hell, it didn’t even feel like enough sometimes.

And that scared the shit out of him.

Which is why he quickly thought of the closest thing to those three words and spat them out, avoiding any growing suspicions. “I love the way you make me feel.”

You weren’t gonna lie, the first two words had gotten your hopes up in ways that were too pathetic to admit out loud. But his words had other intentions, so it seems, and you had to force yourself from slouching your shoulders foward in disappointment.

Beside, it’s not like the things he was saying weren’t causing a wonderful heat to pool in the pit of your stomach— and among other places.

You watched him, for a second or two, trying to maybe tell him with your eyes what you couldn’t tell him with your words. But it still wasn’t enough, and if you didn’t release the neediness that was starting to take shape within you, you'd quite literally explode.

You tangled your fingers within his hair and pulled his mouth onto yours in a steady but desperate kiss. He responded pretty well, given since his hands found your waist instantly and tugged them towards himself in a feverish manner.

He began pulling at the bottom of your shirt, signaling he needed it off of you and pulled away, whispering breathlessly. “Can I?—“

“Please.”

The fourth time

“Ouch,” You hissed as Morgan dabbed a piece of gauze onto the now stitched up cut on your head. “Are you trying to give me another concussion?”

Derek deadpanned at you, slightly relieved that you still found the energy to pick on him after being whacked in the back of the head with a pipe by the Unsub.

The team was searching for a local Serial Killer that targeted young women around the area, per usual. You and Morgan were put in charge of entering the Unsubs apartment since Garcia had been able to track it down while you and Morgan were on call.

It wasn’t anything past ordinary. This was your job, you had done this more than a thousand times before— much less carelessly and it wasn’t like you to be so careless. But sometimes you get so comfortable and cocky with your job that you forget about the actual risks of it.

Eventually that cockiness would have turned around and bit you in the ass.

When you and Morgan busted down the door, guns in hand, you split up, each directioning yourselves into different rooms of the apartment— in hindsight that was a horrible idea.

When you walked into what seemed to be an empty room, you stupidly failed to check the back of the door. Which was why a second later, when you opened your mouth to inform Morgan that the room was clear, something solid and cold wacked you across the back of the head, knocking you out unconscious.

You weren’t aware of what happened after that, given how the blunt force had knocked you out profusely and you really couldn't recall anything prior to the attack when you regained consciousness. All you knew is that you were alive and the Unsub had been caught, which was all that mattered honestly.

Derek was now wallowing in the self inflicted guilt of not knowing better. But to be completely fair, you didn’t know better either— you were as much to blame as he was.

But Derek was convincing himself that because of his lack of observation, you had ended up with a concussion, six stitches and a bruised cheekbone.

“Derek—” You pleaded, watching him dump the ice pack onto the counter of the back of the ambulance with an angry toss.

All he was doing right now was huffing in anger. “Come on,”

He turned to look down at you. Shot him a stiff thumbs up and a smile, signaling that you were more than okay. Sure, your head was throbbing, but you weren’t dying.

“Stop doing that,” You rolled your eyes and squashed your eyes shut, attempting to relieve your headache.

“Doing what?”

“The sulking,”

“I’m not sulking,” Derek scoffed. Now it was your turn to deadpan him. He opened his mouth, intending to jump instantly to his defense.

“Where is she?” A panicked voice from the depths of the crowd caused you to grimace, immediately recognizing it to be Spencer’s. Derek suddenly felt dread when realizing he now had to face him.

Spencer could be rather ardent when it came to you and your safety— you knew you were fine, but having to convince Spencer that you were fine as well was a tougher job.

Spencer pushed through the vast amounts of people, finally breaking through the last line of them and finding you sitting placidly in the back of the ambulance. The panic Spencer felt coursing within him was something he wished upon no one.

When Hotch told the team that you were down, Spencer couldn’t help but freak out. He hid it well, knowing he had to stay focused on the case, but god was he slowly crashing. His usual sharp intellect was fogged, and he couldn’t concentrate on anything but your wellbeing. His head was flooded with questions and worries and he needed to know that you were okay.

He strided over to you, quickly crouching and taking your cold hands into his own. His distressed eyes flew all over your face, scanning it as his hand came up to cup your cheek. His thumb gilded gently over your bruise and the deep furrow in his brows was enough to tell you that his mind was going haywire.

“Hey you,” You said, humor glistening your tone while smiling sweetly and oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Spencer forced a weak smile to spread across his own face.

“Hey,” He cooed. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine actually,”

Spencer straightened himself out, turning to Derek. “What did the paramedics say?”

“They gave her six stitches for the superficial cut on the crown of her head and some ice for the bruised cheekbone,” He crossed his arms. “They say it’s probable she has a concussion.”

Spencer felt his blood run cold. “A concussion?!”

You could tell Spencer was trying his hardest to remain calm. It was evident in the deep breaths he was taking and the tapping of his fingers against the side of his leg. He was doing a horrible job at it though, although you wouldn’t tell him that because he’d just freak out some more. His voice was getting all pitchy and his shoulders shook feebly. He sucked in a deeper breath, closing his eyes and attempting to regain his composure.

“Spencer,” You didn’t need him panicking more than he already was. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, probably to scold you or maybe even defend himself, Hotch's stoic voice cut through.

“We need to deliver a statement. Morgan, Reid,”

Spencer looked down at you. But you pushed him to head over to wherever your chief needed him to be. “Go. You can—“

“Hotch, I’m going to stay,” He told the chief, almost finally.

“For the first 24 hours after the injury, it’s important for someone to stay with her to keep an eye out for any new symptoms that develop.”

You clamped your mouth shut and looked at Hotch, who remained neutral watching the two of you. You offered him a shrug, and the two of you knew there was no getting through to him. Hotch hesitated momentarily, but knew Spencer would be more of use if he wasn’t with him worrying about you.

Spencer was as smart as they came but god could he be stubborn.

With a final nod from Hotch, he and Morgan pushed through the group of press. You followed Spencer’s movements with a sweet smile glued onto your face. He sat next to you, close enough so that you could feel the side of his thigh warm against yours.

“How are you feeling?” Spencer asked again, voice small, worrying that if he spoke too harshly or too loudly it would hurt you further.

“Surprisingly good for someone who was smacked in the back of the head with a metal pole,” You shrugged indifferently. Spencer, however, did not find your humor amusing.

“How sleepy are you on a scale from one to ten?” He asked urgently. You pulled back, pursing your lips quizzically.

“Like three? I slept like shit last night—”

“How about your neck? Does it feel stiff?” His hands reached up, cupping the sides of your neck as his thumbs traced your jaw.

“No,”

“Are you unable to move any part of your body?” His questions were spewing out of him uncontrollably, and it was getting hard for you to keep up.

“I don’t—“

“What about your pupils? Did the paramedics check them?”

“Spence,” You whined, slumping your shoulders forward while your face still rested in his hands. “The bright lights and harsh noises are giving me slight headaches, but that’s it.”

He stared at you. Long and hard, he just looked at you and wondered what he wanted to say out of all the things swirling around in his head.

“What were you thinking?” He asked finally. You stared at him and his eyes hard with annoyance, but still shining an amount of concern. His voice was barely above a whisper. You let your shoulders fall, licking your bottom lip.

You reached up, grabbing his hands steadily from your face and lacing your fingers with his. “We weren’t,”

“We jumped in head first and didn’t think coherently,” His frustration was rational, but to a certain extent. You really wanted to validate his concern, but he was not allowed to get mad at you. “Spencer.”

As you called his name firmly, he only looked away, jaw and shoulders tense and constricted. You sat there, silently waiting for him to react however it is he needed to in order to process.

“I should’ve gone with you, I should’ve—” His head ducked low. His voice was full of frustration, at himself mostly. It didn’t have to be because this was not something he could have prevented.

“Spencer,“ You gave his hands a firm squeeze and tugged on them slightly. “What did we talk about when it came to personal prevention?“

He remained silent. “I’m serious, there isn’t anything we could’ve done to prevent this.”

Spencer couldn't call to mind the last time he had felt this strongly about someone. Maybe Maeve, but he knew deep down it wasn’t the same. He was almost positive he really hadn’t ever felt this way about someone— he’d been in love, but never like this.

Your entire existence ameriolated his entire being. There wasn’t a moment in the day where he didn’t think of you, where he didn’t wonder what you would think of things, where he wasn’t excited to see you every morning for work. A life without you didn’t exist to him anymore— he didn’t want it too.

That could be the main basis as to why Spencer felt so implausibly terrified at the idea of losing you.

His hand left yours, replacing it with a cold emptiness. His free hand flew up to his eyes urgently, pinching them simultaneously to get rid of the minor tears that had welled upon them. He ducked his head low, not wanting you to notice that he had started tearing up.

Immediately, your whole face softened at the realization that he was crying. It tugged on the strings that held your heart up and made your stomach churn in the worst way possible. “Spence…”

Seeing him cry, possibly because of the fear of losing you, made you feel— funny. It gave you this airy feeling in your head that caused you to feel lightheaded and filled your chest with blithe. You weren’t sure if it was your concussion or the affection you felt towards Spencer that made you feel this way.

You smiled meekly, fondness across every one of your features. Spencer cleared his throat and spoke, voice wobbly and unsteady. He sat up, trying to recollect himself. “Sorry, I— I don’t know what i’m crying for—”

You looked into his eyes, eyebrows swooped downwards. At that second a million thoughts ran through your head, but only those three freaking worlds were the only ones that felt adequate enough to say in that moment.

“I—“ You started.

It was right there. It sat in the back of your throat irksomely. You were ready to jump off the edge, to slip into the abyss— to say those words that you’ve been holding off for the past weeks, months even. Spencer watched you, simultaneously growing nervous because he could tell by the way you swallowed thickly that you were about to say something.

“I think I’m seeing double,” You opted. Just the way his eyes blew wide was enough to make you giggle.

Next time.

“What do you mean?! Like actually double or are you—“ His voice died down at the sound of your snort and soon enough you began laughing. He blinked a few times before he glared at you.

“That is not funny.” It irked him massively how you had the capacity to always joke when he wasn’t at all in the mood to. But it also unraveled the itching anxiety that had grown in his chest and replaced it with a deep affection that surged throughout him entirely as he watched you laugh. “I’m serious.”

“Did you know that you look so cute when you’re mad?” Your hands reached up, cradling his face in your palms. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

When you pulled away his frown was still present. The pads of your thumbs rested on both corners of his lips, pushing them upwards and creating a makeshift smile.

“I’ll let you baby me these next few days all you want,” Your voice was soft and sweet, making his head spin as you hovered your lips over his, placing another slow kiss there. “But right now, I’m promising you that I am fine, okay?”

His jaw clenched, eyes flying down to avoid your prying one’s. “Spence.”

You were saying his name one too many times that he was finding it increasingly hard to compose himself. He glanced up at you, nodding weakly. “Okay.”

The fifth time

You leaned forward in the mirror of Spencer bathroom, poking at the scarring on the crown of your head. “It feels weird,”

“It’s scarring tissue, it’ll feel weird for a bit, love” He watched you silently from his seat on the edge of his bed.

“Do you think it’ll leave a scar?” You mumbled, voice tight with concern. “The bruising on my cheek is fading but god help me, if this leaves a weird bump on my head I’ll physically seek this psycho out in jail and give him his own bump to worry about,”

Spencer stopped himself from laughing, finding your pouting adorable.

“After an injury, the inflammatory process signals fibroblasts to lay down new, protective tissue in the form of scars,” Spencer quipped. “But it won’t be noticeable since it’s hidden underneath the rest of your hair.”

You huffed, poking at the bruise on your cheekbone and admitting. “It’s hard to feel pretty when I’m all busted up.”

“You always look pretty,” You continued to poke at your cheekbone to which Spencer stood up, walking into the bathroom and planting himself behind you.

“Stop poking at it like that,” He scolded, reaching behind you and grabbing your wrist. You focused on your face, huffing a breath of frustration.

This past week has been utter hell for Spencer. A newfound persistent anxiety managed to find him after your injury and sink its teeth into him, claiming him victim. You've been staying with him since your concussion, ensuring him that you were safe, but he noticed he’d grown more vigilant to his surroundings when he was at work, more possessive when it came to you and your wellbeing and more conscientious.

You didn’t obtrude, since you understood it was a perfectly normal reaction for him to have.

But he hated it. He hated this clawing anxiety he was having. He hated having the persistent fear of losing you. He tried to decipher whether it truly was all related to the recent events or if there was something deeper. But he knew for sure that the thought of you getting hurt was making him sick to his stomach.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You grabbed his arms, rubbing soft circles onto it with the soft pads of your thumb.

“Bruises make me feel ugly,” You miffed. “Except the ones you give me, I love those,”

Spencer looked up from your neck, catching your gaze and watching your mischievous smile lighten up through the mirror as he cocked a brow at you. You giggled out a laugh.

Spencer zoned out. He just looked at you, watching your pretty eyes latch onto his through the mirror, seeing your body safe and warm and alive in his arms. His throat tightened and as much as he hated it, his mind immediately thought of Maeve.

Not because he was comparing, of course not. He could never— the two of you meant very different things to him and they were very different relationships.

But he could remember how he wasn’t able to tell Maeve that he loved her— he wasn’t given the chance.

And it made him think about your recent accident, and all the times he'd been stopping himself from telling you. Fear, worry— whatever it was, he had been stopping himself time after time from telling you how he felt.

The thought of him losing you before he could ever tell you how he truly feels is something that made him want to throw up.

“Hotch said I could go back to work on Monday,”

“I love you.”

He said it because he could, he said it because he meant it, and he said it because he didn’t want to live a second longer without you knowing how he felt despite its reciprocity.

He won’t ever forget the way your face just fell. Just stopped moving, mouth hanging open and eyebrows shooting upwards. How your mind just went blank. God, his heart was in his throat and your silence wasn’t helping.

“What did you just say?” You asked, mostly in disbelief— entirely in disbelief.

“I love you.” He’d repeat it for you as many times as you wanted him too. He’d do anything for you.

You turned and his grip around you loosened. Now facing him, your eyes shot around every fraction of his face to determine that this wasn’t a lie or a joke or something cruel he was planning.

“Say that again,”

“I love you.”

And it definitely wasn’t.

You pushed yourself onto the tip of your toes, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a suffocating kiss. One that was desperate, and urgent and full of passion and all over the place.

He pushed you against the marble counter, quickly hoisting you up onto the cold tile as your mouth moved along his perfectly. Your hands dug themselves into his hair, your legs wrapped around his waist, tugged at his body, pulling him impossibly closer to your own.

He pulled away breathing over your lips. “I love you,”

He kissed you again before pulling away and whispering once again. “I’m in love with you.”

He rested his forehead onto you, reaching up and tangling his hands in your hair. The two of you heaved. Your chest was hammering against your rib cages, the oxygen wasn’t fully reaching your head or lungs and you were pretty sure you were going to faint. It was too much. “You are?”

You both peered your eyes open, looking at each other deeply. He whispered, voice crackling slightly. “How could I not?”

You kissed him, this time slowly and softly, wanting to show him how much you loved him back— needing to tell him how much you loved him back.

“I love you,” You said, wavering an unsteady laugh. He opened his eyes and pulled away, looking at you and infatuated with every part of your existence.

“Really?”

“Spencer..!” Your voice cracked in a protest, ludicrously referring to such a stupid assumption— you’d love him till the day you died. You pulled him closer. “It is physically impossible for me not to love you. Don’t act so surprised.”

He smiled. A big, wide and stupid smile that probably made him look like a kid on christmas morning. He kissed your forehead. “You have no idea how much of a relief it is to say it.”

You perched up, hands falling onto his chest. “How long have you wanted to say it?”

He cringed bashfully, letting his hands fall to your waist as he shook his head shamefully. “Too long,”

“Well that makes two of us then,” You leaned forward, placing a relaxed kiss on his jaw. “Was there a point you realized?”

He shook his head. He’s pretty sure that after a month of going out on dates and seeing you consecutively outside and inside of work, he knew he’d fall in love with you. How could he not? “My breaking point, however, was the day you were wearing your new shirt,”

He kissed your neck, giving your hips a tight squeeze. “Which by the way, looked absolutely incredible on you,”

“Is that so?” You mumbled, lips curving up in a smirk.

“I love how it looked on you,” He admitted. “I love you.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that,”

“I’m never going to get tired of saying it,” He responded. “When did you realize?”

“It was either that time after our first big fight or on that night on the couch when we,” You shot him a sneaky look, to which his cheeks turned pink, recalling the events of that night. You shrugged. “You know.”

You were going to be the literal death of him.

He kissed your jaw twice more. He loved you and you loved him. It seemed like something too good to be true. “I think I’m going to need you to jog up my memory,”

You giggled at the reference, heart doubling in size at the amount of affection you were feeling towards him at that moment. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, emitting a loud shriek followed by a string of laughter as he hoisted you up and carried you over to his bed.

[defmaybe]

A Quick Guide to Handling an Academic Rivalry

Kep1er’s Kim Dayeon x Male Reader

800 words

A/N: Another practice piece! This Dayeon really makes me go :dentt:. Thanks to kdollikesthighs for beta-ing again! I used capslocked's Vanity as my reference this time, so you'll find a lot of similarities between this and their work. Thanks for your support as always!

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Your relationship with Kim Dayeon has been, to say the least, strained—academic rivals and all—sticking out tongues whenever you walk past each other in the hallway, calling each other names when drunk. It has mostly been an equal fight.

This time, though, you seem to have the upper hand here.

“This–This doesn’t erase the fact that you jerk off to–ow–kpopfap GIFs!” Dayeon sneers, exclaiming as her rear is smacked.

“I only read smuts, bitch,” you growl, giving her ass another spank while burying your hard length into her pussy. Dayeon is on the majestic pose of all-fours here. Her back arches gorgeously as you’re plowing her from the back.

“Ow! That’s equally bad!”

“And you’re still letting me hit, Kim.”

“And–And you should be–” she stutters, and there’s a snark there, even if the tremble in it says otherwise, “–thankful!”

You let out a groan, both in the pleasure of fucking her and how she keeps on the seemingly endless banter. Admittedly, it’s a little entertaining. 

Your cock pulses inside her as you thrust back and forth into her wanton cunt, sending jolts that light your synapses aflame. You find yourself moving faster, hitting deeper with each wet plunge, hands gripping onto her waist tighter and tighter. Dayeon wraps and grips your cock with such indescribably perfect warmth.

You cup Dayeon’s breasts between your fingers, squeezing the putty skin harshly. She seems to love it, even if the strained yelp tells another story. The sound persuades you to find her stiff nipples, rolling them between your fingertips.

“Fuck! Oh God, not my tits!” she barks, though the stutter gives away the pleasure blazing inside her.

“I’m trying to make you cum here, slut,” you shoot a bite back. The sound of flesh slapping into each other fills the room. It’s ugly. It’s obscene. It’s also fucking satisfying.

“It’s because your dick is fucking tiny, loser.”

It’s averagely sized, you’ve measured it a fair few times out of curiosity and insecurity. You don’t give her a reply, though.

Reaching forward, you find the hollow of her throat with your hands. You give her a little press on her trachea, not enough to choke her, enough to make her walls contract around your cock frantically, spilling juices all over her own bed.

Voice all breathy from the light choke, she utters, “Fuck.” The next words are less and less cohesive, curses, nonsense, god’s name (you swear that your name comes out at one point, though she’ll probably deny once the sun rises). She needs a release. She needs to cum.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum,” Dayeon cries, body writhing in your grip.

“Fucking–Fucking cum, slut,” you growl, putting more pressure on her throat. You can feel her pussy pulsing around your cock.

She can barely form a sentence in full, moans overtaking coherent words, debauched and husked as she struggles to offer a riposte, “I’m not–I’m not your slut, fucker–ah!”

Dayeon wails. Her body goes rigid, collapsing on her own bed. Juices spill onto the bed sheets, wetting them all over. They’re not yours, anyway, as if you’d care.

“Fuck!”

You continue to fuck her through her orgasm, plowing her spent cunt relentlessly. The warmth envelops you. Dizziness takes over you. You don’t know how to describe the sounds leaving your lips as the tension in your loins rises.

“Fucking slut–”

You erupt, fucking your cum into her needy cunt in ecstasy. The wet, obscene sound of your cock sliding in and out of her pussy combines with your guttural groans, echoing through the room. You take in the image of Dayeon lying on her own bed, naked, ass up in the air, taking in your essence into her womb. You feel each shock from your hips sending your hot, sticky release deep into Dayeon.

Your movement slows down, with your cock resting inside her. You drag your shaft out of her used cunt. The mixture of your juices leaks out of her wet cavern onto her own bed, making soft plops sound as the droplets make contact with the sheets. Your body then collapses beside hers as you watch her basking in the afterglow.

She sneers, voice all breathy after the scream, “This–This doesn’t mean we’re good now or anything, loser.” Her face is still buried in the pillow, struggling to prop herself back up with her weakened arms.

“Sure, sure.” You sit up to give her reddened ass cheeks another smack, making her moan feebly as you get off from the wet bed. “Fucking slut.”

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[vernonverse]

soulmates across dimensions 🐈

— the morning after bsf!junhui drunkenly confesses to you.

ⓘ content info ⸺ paring. junhui x f!reader. genre | tags: friends to lovers, drabble, fake texts, fluff, mini-series. warnings. avoidance (?), reader is very much straightforward, kissing, PDA, random face claim. word count. 1.7k+. → read part one here.

━ This is part of my series 500 follower special. Technically not mandatory reading but for it to fully make sense, I’d recommend checking out part one first.

ʚ A/N: First off all, a massive happy birthday to Jun!! The only content going up today is all about him because the whole day belongs to him. I just hope he feels all the love wherever he is 🥹🫶🏼

The sunlight is merciless on Jun’s eyes.

He wakes up with a groan, head pounding like someone’s drumming on his skull from the inside, and his mouth dry enough to rival the Sahara. His arms are wrapped around something soft, warm, familiar. For a brief second, his foggy brain lets him believe it’s you.

He blinks again, heart quietly hopeful that it’ll be you this time. But instead, it’s just his couch pillow—the same one he swore, again and again, was you until exhaustion finally pulled him under. The same one that kept him from getting up, from dragging his legs across the city to find you in the middle of the night, even though every part of him ached to.

He squints at his phone that lies on the living room carpet, struggling to remember what he even said to you. The screen lighten with a low battery warning, just barely hiding the open conversation between you two. When he finally grabs his phone, the first thing he sees is the photo of two cats and below it, a relentless trail of messages littered with the word love, so excessive it makes his soul momentarily leave his body.

“Oh no.”

There’s a part where he called you his soulmate. There’s a part where he told you he was dizzy from love. A part where he begged for you to say ‘I love you’ back. 

“Oh no no no—” he mutters to himself, hands already typing before his brain catches up.

A few seconds pass before the bold Read stamp appears on the screen. Suddenly, it’s like his feet have a mind of their own, and Jun finds himself pacing back and forth across the living room, restless energy radiating off him in waves.

Then your typing bubble appears and he holds his breath like it might save him from this outcome. That’s it. That’s the end of your friendship, and the worst part is he knows, he knows, it’s entirely his fault. For drinking too much. For saying too much. For being in possession of a phone and zero self-control at the same time.

But then—

Jun literally slaps himself in the face for starting the messages with goddamn ‘bestie’.

What the hell was he thinking? Leading with that? Well, he wasn’t thinking, obviously.  

He runs a hand through his hair, eyes scanning the screen like he might somehow undo the last two minutes with sheer force of will. His brain is working like crazy, flipping through every possible sentence that might make this moment less awkward. 

An apology? A joke? A distraction? Nothing feels right or even enough, and he quickly comes to the conclusion that there’s absolutely nothing he can say that won’t make this worse.

But then, an idea.

If you say no, he knows he’ll never be able to fix this. He doesn’t even know how he’s going to fix it if you say yes, he can’t even imagine what he's going to do if you say no. 

Except that…

When you entered the coffee shop, Jun was already there.

He had texted you when he got in earlier, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he’d sprinted the whole way there. The place was a good twenty minutes from his apartment, on a good day, and the two of you had agreed to meet in thirty after he texted you offering brunch.

Yet there he was, ten minutes early, seated near the window, cheeks still a little flushed from the cold or maybe from rushing.

He was wearing sunglasses indoors, which only confirmed what you already suspected: despite his insistence to the contrary, Wen Junhui was very much hungover.

The oversized frames sat crooked on his face, doing a terrible job of hiding the way he winced every time the barista’s milk steamer screeched. You didn’t bother hiding your smirk as you walked over, dropping your bag onto the chair across from him.

“I see we’re keeping up appearances,” you said, nodding toward the sunglasses.

He lifted a hand dramatically. “I am merely protecting my delicate eyes from the harsh fluorescent modern lighting.”

You snorted. “So. How’s the hangover treating you, Casanova?”

Grinning faintly, he said, “What hangover? I’m thriving. Strong. Reborn, even.”

“Then take those off, Lazarus.” You gestured toward the sunglasses again.

He paused, then leaned back with a dramatic sigh. 

“I would, but I fear the sheer beauty of the world might overwhelm me.”

“You mean the sheer brightness of the coffee shop lights?”

“That too,” he said, cracking a crooked smile.

“Right. So you don’t remember trying to soul-bond with me via cat memes and soju last night?”

Your voice was sharp, but not angry, more like a scalpel cutting through the fog between you. You weren’t exactly known for avoiding things, and now definitely wasn’t the time to start. 

Your arms were crossed, eyebrows raised, waiting for a reaction.

Jun freezes mid-cup. Slowly he sets it down like he’s afraid any sudden movement might trigger an avalanche of regret. His sunglasses slip a little down his nose, revealing eyes that are a little too wide to be casual. 

He blinks once. Then twice.

You can’t tell if his brain is short-circuiting from the memory finally hitting him, or if he’s just stunned by how aggressively straightforward you’ve decided to be this morning.

But you’ve known him for years, so you also know it’s the first one.

“I… did that?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was clearly playing dumb right now. So you unlocked your phone without saying a word, thumb steady despite the frenzy in your chest and in your mind. Then you held the screen up to his face like it was evidence in a courtroom, because it was.

The message stared back at him in bold clarity, a screenshot you’d taken the night before when your brain was still unsure if he’d actually meant it:

You watched the exact second recognition dawned on him. His eyes widened, darting from the screen to your face and back again, as if maybe, somehow, denial could still be an option.

It wasn’t.

“Ring any bells?”

“Okay, okay, wow. That’s a bold claim,” he said, coughing between words, the laugh that followed clearly nervous. “Are we sure I said that? Could’ve been hacked. Drunk me is untrustworthy. He’s dramatic.”

You stared at him, unimpressed. “You also called your couch pillow ‘me’ and said you were cuddling it while crying about soulmates stuff.”

“Damn.” He winced, pressing a hand to his face. “You remember everything, don’t you.”

“Hard to forget,” you shrugged. “ And you don’t actually not remember, do you?”

“I remember. I just… figured if I pretended I didn’t, it wouldn’t be real. Or embarrassing. Or” he laughed nervously again, shrugging, “made you run for the hills never wanting to talk to me again.”

You’re quiet for a beat. Then:

“Well, that’s a shame.”

He looked up, confused. “Huh? Why?”

“Because I came here to say it back.”

His mouth opened slightly, stunned. “You… did?”

You nod, playing with the rim of the table. “But only if you remembered. Only if it was real.”

Jun stares for a second, then takes off his sunglasses, setting them on the table like he’s finally showing up for real.

He leans forward, his voice lower now. “It was real. I meant all of it. Every cat-kissing, pillow-hugging, world-spinning part of it.”

You try not to smile, but fail miserably. That was Wen Junhui's effect on you.

“Then yeah. I love you too.”

He just blinked again, then beamed, then stood up from the booth and walked around the table just to press a kiss to your temple before sliding into the seat next to you, completely forgetting decorum.

“I swear I’ll never drink again.”

“Liar.”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face before leaning in a little closer, voice low and rough. “Can we get out of here? I really want to kiss you right now, and honestly, I don’t really care if anyone’s looking.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, the weight of his words hitting harder than you expected. For a second, you forgot how to breathe. What a cliche, but so true. 

You blinked at him, trying to mask the heat rising in your cheeks. “So you don’t care about the elderly couple two tables over? Or the barista who’s been eavesdropping since we sat down?”

Jun shrugged, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“They’ll live.” Then, quieter, more serious, the kind of soft that always made your chest ache. “But I might not if I don’t kiss you soon.”

You didn’t even get a full breath in before he was leaning in, slow enough to give you time to pull away. Not that you did. You wouldn’t even if your life depended on it. 

His hand brushed the side of your face, thumb resting just below your cheekbone. He paused, eyes flicking between yours, searching for something. Permission. Confirmation. Anything.

And then you kissed him first. If you were already being so straightforward this morning, you weren't going to back down now, with Wen Junhui just mere inches from your face. 

It’s clumsy at first, just a press of lips and too much emotion, too many years of not saying anything on both parts. But he catches up quick, tilting his head, pulling you in with a quiet sigh against your mouth like he’s been waiting a lifetime—which you later found out was true.

The coffee shop hummed around you — cutlery clinks, someone dropped a glass somewhere behind the counter — but all you felt was the warmth of his lips and the steady beat of your heart catching up to his.

When you pulled back, breathless and smiling, Junhui just looked at you like you hung every single star in the sky. 

“Told you,” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours, “soulmates across dimensions.”

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

hi! can u please do prompts 206, 213, 214, and 216 with yunho? I would appreciate it greatly 😣🙏

➯a/n: ooouu you my friend have a BRILLIANT mind to put all of these together🫠➯a/n2: i had entirely too much fun with this so be forewarned and buckle up !! just like with yeosang — i can feel it in my gawls ( my girl bawls ) that yunho is a pervvvv

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❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

216 + 214: piss kink + cnc

✈︎queued for: thu 5th

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

➯cnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are and always will be consenting in my stories. cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !!

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read, established relationship, mean dom yunho, cnc: reader ACTS like she isn't into it + calls him gross, ect + gets 'forced' + gets slapped when she 'disobeys' + begs, 213 spanking / slapping, use of a dildo, 206 choking, piss kink in the form of: reader gets fucked so hard she pees + mentioned drinking of pee, unprotected ( don't be silly, wrap your wil- wear protection ! ), forehead kisses ( i'm such a whore for this aaaugh 😩 ), pet names including: doll, sweetie, love, angel / babe

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"Oh, don't give me that look, sweetie..."

Yunho almost feels bad for you sometimes; whenever you make your eyes soft and your chin trembles a bit as you sniffle back invisible tears.

Almost.

Because he knows you get off on all the lewd things you do together just as much as he does. Sometimes even more.

So when he initiated the scene you planned together, he didn't feel a hint of remorse as you pouted. He knows how wet you are. He knows it makes you feel a messed up sense of calm and security when he 'forces' you to do things.

It's almost like in your day to day lives. He's dominant through and through. Leading you by the hand or the small of your back and reminding you to drink water and ordering your food for you when you're too nervous.

Only — this is him making you ride a dildo before he's below you.

He had wrestled you down from the bed and gave you a simple command, 'ride'. And he slapped you silly until you were too dizzy to keep trying to crawl off of the thick toy.

"You pervert, you're hard..." You groan from the burn in your legs, taking a brief rest to stare up at him from the floor. He is hard. His bulge is right in your face as he circles back in front of you.

"And you're wet~ Making a puddle down there, love." He crouches and smiles sweetly, "did I tell you to stop?"

Another stinging slap to your already sore cheeks makes you gasp; legs immediately back to work as his hand wraps around the column of your throat. "You're so mean," you sniff as you reach out and steady yourself on his thighs.

"Aw, I love you too, sweetie~" He laughs at your feeble glare as you keep pushing yourself up and down on the silicone. You just about cry with relief when his other hand finds your waist, thinking he's going to lift you off of the toy.

But he only guides you faster, making you whine under his grasp. "Stop i-" He silences you with a soft kiss, quickly pulling back to admire your begging eyes.

On the surface, begging him to stop. But just a layer deeper you're begging for him to stop because you want him already. "Yunho-"

He yanks you off so quickly that you're hissing at the sudden emptiness before you're silenced as your face meets the bed. "Get back on your knees."

You don't. And you get a spank across your ass for your troubles, making you yelp into the sheets; balling them up in your fists. "Please," you groan as you feel him crawl under you, settling your knees on either side of him. "My legs are so tired-"

"I know, doll," he hums as he slots his tip inside of you. All stretched out from the custom mold of his length, your cunt lets him slip right in all the way on the first roll of his hips. "Don't worry, you just sit there and enjoy yourself- and hold on~"

His sudden pummeling of you from below makes you wail, doubling over on top of him and grabbing his shoulders tightly. "Y- Ah! Ah! Shhhit, babe, slow down!"

"Shh~" He laughs breathily, keeping your body still with one hand on the small of your back, pressing you to his thrusting hips. The other slides up and cups the back of your head, leading your forehead to his lips. He kisses it repeatedly, ignoring your begs for him to stop or — hell, you'll take over if that means he'll stop beating up your insides.

All of your moaning, yelping pleads are music to his hot ears. Because he knows you don't mean a single word. You're just babbling whatever comes to mind that fits your shared fantasy as he fucks you both closer to your peaks.

"Yunho!" The sound of his name on your tongue makes his hips meaner. "Please, slow down!" All he heard is please. "Let- let me do it, I'll do it, pl-" Oh, you're so sweet. "You're gonna break me!" He doesn't mind. "Fuck! You- hitting my- gonna pee, please, stop!" Your gasping words, your scrambling for something to hold, the way you try to lift your hips away from him in vain — all of it makes him so hard.

"Fuck," he whines, head tilting back, "I can't stop... I'm too close- damn it, I'll have to make you drink m-more water so I can have my fill too."

"Ugh, you're so gross!" It makes you so wet. It makes you unbelievably horny that he's pouting over the fact that he's too lost in the pleasure of your cunt that he can't pull away and drink your piss.

"Mhmm~" He nods with a dopey smile, sliding his hand down to grab your ass cheek.

You push yourself up on your, admittedly wobbly, arms and glare down at him. "Don't do it! Don't fucking d- oh~!" You moan loudly as the first spirt forces its way out of you when he spanks you — hard. "N-no!"

"Yes, angel, yes~" He coos mockingly as you slap at his chest, pull on his shirt, do anything to help yourself hold back. "Do it, do it, c'mon~" He pouts again, dramatically this time, "piss yourself on my cock. Make it gross~"

The next rough smack makes another gush splash between you, fucked every which way by his thrusts. Then, the one after that sends you reeling.

You can't control your body in any regard. Releasing your bladder and your pleasure over him and leaning back; grabbing his thighs as you hump into his pounding clumsily.

It gets all over him. The warm splatters soaking into his shirt make him cum, his milky white release adding to the absolute mess between your thighs as you grind together in your aftershocks.

"Ah, fucking fuuuck me~" He grits his teeth, both hands finding your hips and stilling your trembling form on his girth.

You fall back over him with a whimper, holding your hands over his. "You play so unfair, babe," you pant as you nuzzle into his shoulder.

"Sure do," he pants right back, rubbing his thumbs over your hipbones softly. "I love you, my gross little doll~"

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[luigisbambinaaa]

i need this nerd so bad guys, literally spent all afternoon yesterday reading about chess works lmao😣😣😣 i wrote another short thing, prob should’ve made it longer but oh well 😣😣😣

you don’t know how the game works and quite frankly don’t care to know. but luigi’s got you in his lap and he’s explaining it very seriously.

the chessboard is balanced on the coffee table in front of the both of you. you’re sitting back to his chest, thighs spread over his, your bare cunt wrapped snugly around his cock. he had you lower yourself on him about 10 minutes ago, with you gasping at how thick he felt, how deep he was reaching without even moving, and now he’s just teaching.

“okay,” he says lowly, tapping one of the carved pieces, “so the knight goes in a L shape. two spaces forward, one to the side. or even vice versa.”

you blink. “what even is the point of that?”

“to control the center,” he says, brushing his hand against your knee, utterly unfazed by how wet you are. “you control the middle of the board then you control the game.”

you’re trying to focus. really, you are. but he’s so deep. and warm, and thick, and still.

your thighs twitch and of course he notices, he always does.

“keep still,” he mutters, his voice dropping a note. “you said you’d behave.”

“i’m trying,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip. “you’re just—“

luigi sits up suddenly, one of his arms looping around your waist, fixing his posture and simultaneously thrusting up into you.

you choke out a breath, clenching around him involuntarily.

he growls. “don’t squeeze me like that unless you want me to ruin this damn match right now.”

you tremble in his lap. “sorry—“

he pulls back enough to slap your pussy, not too hard, but enough to jolt you. your breath catches on a gasp.

“don’t be sorry, be still.”

you nod, lips parted.

“good,” he mutters, settling back into the couch and guiding a pawn forward. “soooo… white moves first. always.”

you barely hear him. you’re trembling again, fighting not to rock your hips, not to let your body chase the friction you crave. he’s filling you perfectly, cock twitching every time you clench by accident.

“now…” he hums, voice almost too calm for someone buried deep inside you. “these are your bishops. they move diagonally, as far as they want. see?”

he reaches forward to slide the smooth, carved piece across the board. you can barely focus on the movement, your body’s pulsing around him, breathing growing more ragged by the second. you lean your head back against your shoulder, lips brushing his neck as you exhale hot and shaky.

his breath hitches, just barely.

“breathing like that’s gonna make me lose my place sweetheart,” he murmurs, fingers flexing on your hips. but he doesn’t stop. “each side gets two bishops. one stays on white and the other on black.”

he rolls his hips again, slowly, and it knocks another gasp out of you, your head tipping to the side as your lips brushing his throat.

“you feel that?” he mutters, grinding up into you again like he knows you do. “haven’t even properly fucked you yet and you’re already so fucked out.”

you whimper, eyes fluttering shut.

“come on, baby, focus,” he says, and this time his hand curls gently around your jaw, turning your head toward the board. “you said you’d let me teach you.”

you nod weakly, but it’s useless. he’s too deep. too warm. every time motion of his hips sends you spiraling.

“you’re not listening,” he chuckles low, his mouth ghosting just behind your ear now. “i just told you the rook goes in straight lines. forward, back, side to side.”

you shift again without meaning to, needing more, needing something, but he grabs your hips harder and pins you still.

“nuh uh. be good.”

then, another roll of his hips, deliberately slow.

“i said don’t move.”

he grinds up into you again, slow, precise, and maddening, and your whole body shudders.

“this is what patience gets you,” he mutters, lips ghosting your skin.

you nod quickly, dizzy, breath catching again.

“but you’re not patient, are you?” his fingers dig into your hips. “you’re squirming, fucking shaking. acting like a needy little thing when i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

you whimper. “please—“

luigi tsks. “don’t beg if you don’t mean it.”

another slow roll of hips. you gasp.

“turn around,” he whispers. “face me.”

you do, barely, with trembling legs as you shift in his lap, his cock never sliding out of you, just dragging deliciously inside you as you move.

your hands find his shoulders. his find your ass. he looks up at you, eyes dark and steady.

“don’t i keep telling you to stop moving?” he asks, voice dangerously low.

then his hand comes down hard against the swell of your ass, sharp, stinging, just enough to make you gasp.

and then he lifts his hips hard.

your breath stutters.

“guess i gotta show you what happens when you don’t listen, princess.”

:P

[paulyenvol6]

Catching Your Breath

Javier Peña x female reader

This is loosely inspired by a tweet I read hahha and I've been wanting to write something about Javi and reader with a size kink for quite a while now so it developed into this smutty one shot. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m receiving), deepthroat, gagging, size kink, dubcon (gonna put this here because he's very rough with reader), Javi being too big for reader, degradation, crying, dacryphilia, slapping, fingering, filthy and mean dom!Javi, reader is smaller than Javi, drunk sex, use of names like baby/babygirl/slut

Wordcount: 7,279

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It was too hot in here.

The air was stale and thin from too many people sharing it, and the loud buzzing only added to the dizziness.

And then there was the alcohol, of course. You hadn't had much to drink, but it was enough to make the ground feel like it was tilting beneath your feet whenever you took a step, and to make you feel a little lighter and sillier than usual. You had slightly swayed to the left and right when you had left your friends' table to catch your breath by the bar and ground yourself perhaps with a glass of water, but now that you had taken a seat, your mind seemed clearer again and you even managed to order without slurring.

"A glass of water, please," you had spoken over the chattering and the loud music around you and then rested your elbows on the counter, your fingers massaging your temple and your eyes closing for a moment to give your overstimulated brain a break.

When the man behind the bar put a glass of icy clear water in front of you, you gave him a thankful nod and then rejoiced at the contrast of your burning skin against the cold surface.

"Thanks," you mouthed, but it was lost in the rumbling bass.

You gripped the glass tightly, already feeling better just defeating the sinuous heat spreading in your body and then took the first sip while sighing out. You were definitely planning to head back to your friends in a few minutes, but you felt that this was what you were in need of right now.

"Hi. Can you recommend that?"

Your head shot around and you stared into a pair of brown deer eyes, which belonged to a person unfamiliar to you.

"Sorry?" you asked, drawing your brows together, but then noticed the wry grin on his face as he pointed to your glass.

"I was wondering if you can recommend that."

You chuckled and returned the smirk while pushing it toward him.

"You wanna try? It has a… a bitter note, but I kinda like it."

His smile deepened when he actually grabbed the glass and brought it to his lips, closing his eyes in relish as he took a small sip.

"Mhmm it really is good. I think I'm gonna order one as well."

He put the glass back down and then leaned against the counter, eyeing you up and down with those pretty brown eyes.

"Javier Peña. But friends call me Javi."

"Oh so I'm friends?" you winked and took the hand he was offering you.

"You're so much more than that…," Javi breathed and you could smell the whiskey on him just like your mind seemed cloudier again. Perhaps this was his doing though.

"Y/n. But friends call me… the love of their lives." Jesus! You didn't know what had gotten into you. The alcohol and his presence loosened your tongue, causing you to say things you would usually be embarrassed to even think.

His lips curled into a crooked smirk, his eyes flashing in amusement and his hand still not letting go of yours.

"I can see that," his airy voice reached your brain despite the loud music around you, but the two of you seemed to be in your own little universe right now.

"What are you doing here, love of my life? Are you all alone?"

"No," you shook your head. "I'm here with friends. But I needed a moment to catch my breath so I decided to get myself a glass of water."

"S'good to stay hydrated. But if you really wanna catch your breath, you're talkin' to the wrong person," he whispered, his eyes dark and glimmering with a certain danger that was so appealing, your heart skipped a beat. And then there was this mischievous smile playing around his lips. It was an intoxicating combination and just the kind that made you lose your mind when it came to guys. This man knew what he was doing and together with his fiery confidence your insides did pirouettes every time he raised his raspy voice.

"Oh I think I'm right where I wanna be, then," you said, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but first and foremost you were rapt with this handsome guy.

"Then don't say I didn't warn you, baby."

You were speechless for a moment, unable to answer, but your mind was blank anyway. Javi clearly noticed how stunned you were and seized the opportunity to place a hand on the small backrest of your stool, reducing the distance between the two of you and leaning in so his breath was lingering at your ear.

"You look like you need a bit of danger though. Like you're not looking for a quiet night."

A warm shudder went through your body and you closed your eyes, focusing on your racing heart. You wanted to come up with an equally playful and flirty answer, but your brain was frozen, a million and no thought at all thundering in your head at the same time. But Javi didn't seem to wait for you reply anyway, a quiet scoff leaving his mouth while the hand that had previously rested on your backrest connected with your back.

"I don't do halfway, baby. I don't do catching your breath. But I have a feelin' you don't either. I think you wanna forget how to breathe."

You had to supress a whimper as the hand on your clothed back tightened a little and his fingers dug into your flesh.

"Am I right?" he asked, withdrawing a little to watch your gleaming, flushed profile.

"Yes. I don't want a quiet night."

You didn't know what had driven you to answer like that and you certainly didn't know what had gotten into you when Javi suddenly stood up from the bar stool, grabbed your hand, pulled you with him and you made no attempt to stop him. You just glimpsed at the back of his head, his black locks looking so soft and tender that you wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers through it. Perhaps you would find out soon enough.

In fact, you were so drunk on him, his appearance and his charisma that you didn't even question where Javi was taking you until you were standing in front of the toilets. He glanced over his shoulder, lifting his eyebrows as if to let you know that this was your last chance to back out, but you just bit your lip and then a sudden tug of his arm pulled you into the bathroom where you were embraced by a abrupt quietness. You could still feel the bass reverberating through your limbs and hear the distant chatter and laughter making its way through the thick walls of the bathroom. Yet, the unexpected silence was overwhelming, roaring in your ears.

Javi turned around to you, putting his hands on his hips and then shamelessly observed you from your toes up to your hair with his jaw jutted forward, his gaze stopping at the neckline of your tight black dress. Something about the way he regarded you so naturally like there was no room for questions or doubts made you feel very intimidated and you couldn't help but entangle your fingers in front of your stomach and drop your gaze to the bathroom tiles.

"Oh no, no, no," Javi instantly made, closing the distance between the two of you with one large step and bringing one hand to your chin while the other lingered at your waist.

"Not so cocky now, are we?" he whispered, tilting his head with his lips slightly parted. He looked so gorgeous and dominant, you wanted to cry out, but that would probably be rather concerning so you just swallowed to do something about your dry throat and then lifted your hands to place them on his broad shoulders.

"I want you," you said, but realised just seconds later how weak your voice had sounded.

"Again," Javi replied, his tone dripping with confidence and although you usually hated guys who were much too entitled and arrogant, you were crazy about this man's attitude. Maybe because he had every right to be cocky, given his sensational looks and tall frame.

"I want you. I need you, Javi."

Whatever it was that was speaking out of you; the alcohol, the adrenaline or just your touch-starved pussy, it didn't matter. This guy was sexy and appealing, and he wasn't timid about suggesting all the exhilarating things he was going to do to you, so who were you to question your behavior?

"I know," he whispered, chewing on his bottom lip before leaning in like he was about to kiss you, but then bringing his mouth to your ear.

"On your knees."

Everything was spinning, his words echoing in your head still seconds after he had said them, but you were yet to act upon it. First, you had to process the arousal his voice had induced and then you had to think about whether you really wanted to kneel on the dirty bathroom floor, which wouldn't exactly be comfortable to your knees either.

"But it's really filthy, right?" you muttered, glaring down to the tiles, but Javi's grip around your jaw forced you to look up to him again. His teeth were gritted and his eyes were so dark, you couldn't make out his pupils.

"Now. Don't make me repeat myself. Or I'm gonna make you hump the floor. Or better my boot."

You were about to say something, but Javi wasn't done yet, the hand that had previously rested on your waist coming up to grab a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back with the sole purpose to show you who was in control here.

"Don't ya act like a good little princess when in reality, all you want is to be tossed around. I could see through you the moment I laid eyes on you for the first time an' I know you're a little slut. You don't want it soft or sweet or tender… You want it filthy and disgusting an' I'm gonna give it to ya."

The moan that left your throat came so unexpected, there was nothing you could do to stifle it and it caused Javi to chuckle lowly.

"There ya go… Go on now. Or your naked pussy's gonna ride my boot. I keep my promises, babygirl."

With your mouth still agape and your big eyes staring up to him like you were in awe of him, you sank down to your knees in front of him. By this point, you actually didn't care about the dirty floor anymore because Javi seemed to have bewitched you with these few words. He had taken control of you, turned you into a dumb puppy that had only eyes for him, leaving you with no reasonable thoughts. He could do anything he wanted to you right now and you had a strong feeling he would take advantage of this fact.

From down here the view of his face was almost even more dreamlike, his tall body looking so dominant and powerful compared to you and the size difference made you feral. Javi grinned briefly, petted your head which only added to your feeling of smallness and vulnerability and then roughly took your wrist that had a hair tie on it. Your pupils flickered between his face and his hands around yours in confusion, your mind clearly too mushy to follow what he was doing which made Javi scoff, but aside from that he completely ignored you.

He simply detached the elastic band from your wrist, determined and unwavering in his intentions and then reached over you to grab your hair and form a ponytail. His fingers were precise and skillful, quick and as if his focus was on putting your hair back rather than being careful with you, but there was still something soft and gentle about it.

Once he was done, he straightened up again and then his hands were on his belt, unbuckling it while you were trying to figure out why this had just turned you on the way it had. You were well-aware that this was not the kind of man to take care of you, lull you in his arms and cradle you while whispering words of softness in your ear, but you had never been a fan of vanilla sex. You didn't know much about him, but everything he had said or done so far had been bristling with dominance and determination and you didn't mind at all. You were in for a ride and you were sure that he was about to give you an unforgettable night.

You snapped back to reality when Javi's fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down a little and your eyes blinking at the sight of his dick in the dim light.

Jesus Christ.

He was so huge, your eyes popped open, your mouth drying up and your pussy uncomfortably clenching around nothing.

How was he supposed to fit in any of your holes?

His dick curved slightly to the left and was so thick that your body was compelled to wrap your hand around it just to see the size difference and it was long. Longer than any cock you had ever seen. Just thinking about how deep he would reach inside of your pussy made your head spin and the ends of your nerves ignite in a hot, unfurling burn.

"Never seen a dick before, huh?" Javi scoffed and cradled your head in his hand. It wasn't a soothing gesture though, he was clearly mocking you, but your brain was too languid to feel embarrassed.

"Yes, but… but – "

"Never seen one that big, babygirl… isn't that right?"

Your eyes shot up although you hated to take your eyes off his magnificent manhood.

"Yes," you breathed, but it bordered on a painful whine.

"Open your mouth. I'm gonna make you feel how big it is. Gonna make you feel every vein until they're imprinted on the walls of your throat."

God, how much you believed every word he said… You obeyed and slightly parted your lips only to realise that it wasn't enough for him to fit inside of you. So you opened wider, unlocking your jaw and then stared at the hairy base of his dick while Javi slowly, but steadily eased himself inside of your wet, welcoming mouth. It alreay felt uncomfortable just to have him in your mouth, your lips stretched and your jaw aching after a few seconds, but your mind was quickly taken off it by Javi, who looked down at you and loudly growled.

"Jesus. Can't take it, can ya? It's gonna be really funny and entertaining if you want me to fuck you later… Can't even take it into your mouth…"

You shook your head around his length, pleadingly staring up to him to let him know that you were ready to take it all, but Javi ignored you. He just grabbed your ponytail with one hand while his other held the side of your head, keeping you still while he pushed deeper.

"Jesus fuckin' christ… You feel fuckin' tight for the fact that you had such a big mouth earlier. S'all you tryin' to be loud and confident when all you want is to be wrecked by a big dick."

You instantly gagged, your hands grasping his thighs and clutching the fabric of his jeans in your hands as a way to distract yourself from the discomfort his large manhood brought you.

"Take it… C'mon… Relax your mouth," Javi cooed, his head dropping back when his tip hit the back of your throat and he felt your tongue sliding down his length.

"That's it, little one… You're gonna take it and if you can't I'm gonna fucking make you."

He started thrusting in your throat, jerking his hips forward to glid down your throat while you struggled not to let the tears that had collected on your waterline drop. You sniffled, gagging again as you tried to cover your teeth with your lips because you really didn't want to bite him, but it turned out to be difficult with such a thick girth in your mouth.

"Holy fuckin' shit," Javi grunted, tugging at your ponytail and then bobbing your head around him in accordance to the rolls of his hips. His hips snapped sharply against you and you felt your head getting dizzy at how deep he was. It was almost unnatural, your body resisting and refusing to let him enter, but Javi didn't care. He was rough and uncompromising, taking you the way he wanted to and for one, you didn't have the strength to fight back and when you complained too loudly, he simply muffled your cries with his dick.

The first tears rolled down your face when he stopped at the deepest point, his face twisted with sheer pleasure as he looked down to where his balls were pressed against your face, your eyes rolled back and your whole body tremoring with fear and rejection, but his grip on your hair was hard as iron.

"Look so perfect on your knees, babygirl… Keep crying, it only makes you prettier."

When your hands on his legs clenched harder, a pathetic whimper leaving your throat, Javi finally withdrew, giving you a second to catch your breath which you used to press a hand on your racing heart. You darted up to him under your lashes, yelping when the tip of his dick smeared your saliva and his precum all over your swollen, aching lips.

"Look at you… So dirty 'n' so pitiful."

He pulled at your ponytail, yanking your head back and forcing you to bend your neck. Then he leaned down until his mouth was hovering a few inches above yours and he connected two fingers with your bottom lip, parting them and then giving you a cruel smile as he spitted into your mouth.

"Swallow it. Swallow it like a good girl. So even your stomach knows what I did to ya."

Javi gently slapped your cheek before positioning you as he had before, ready to continue assaulting your mouth. You whined, giving him your biggest puppy eyes and holding on to his thighs as the fear of it being too much had a cold grip on you.

"Shut up. You're prettier when you shut up. You better just take it 'cause you won't be gettin' out of this until I'm done with your mouth. And it's gonna be over sooner if you stop fightin' back."

The next thing you felt was his dick claiming your throat again and this time he immediately started fucking you. You squirmed on the ground, a burning sting in your knee caps from the hard floor and it only worsened every minute you spent kneeling for him. It wasn't what made you struggle so hard though. Your stomach and especially what was inside turned and twisted while his cock immediately made you retch and gag around him and soon, you feared to actually empty yourself on his dick, which definitely would be a mood killer.

You managed to keep going for a few more minutes, your nails buried in the back of his thighs, your eyes squeezed shut and your face twisted while tears and snot streamed down your face, but then you realised that you needed a break. Therefore you tapped against his legs, pulling against his grasp on your head with so much force that Javi let you go after a few seconds.

"P-Please," you sobbed, wiping over your eyes with the back of your hand and then meeting his flashing eyes.

"Jesus… You really can't take it?" Javi hissed, immediately taking hold of your hair again as if to make sure he was maintaining control even though he had allowed you to withdraw.

"I-I want t-to," you stuttered, your view blurry and your head throbbing while refusing to let go of his thighs.

"P-Please, I w-want your dick. Just… Please, c-can you g-go slower?"

Javi exhaled in annoyance, slightly leaning down to cup your chin.

"Show me what you got then. Show me how good you can be and if you satisfy me, I'll spare your 'lil throat. But if not, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, there won't be any tears left to cry. Made myself clear?"

It was more than you had dared to hope for so you rapidly nodded and quickly wrapped your right hand around his hard, leaking dick, taking a deep breath and then letting him slip inside your mouth again, at your pace this time. You began bobbing your head around him, keeping eye contact and palming with your hand what you couldn't reach with your lips without hurting yourself and based on the noises Javi produced, he was pleased with you so far. That didn't mean you didn't go deep, of course. You were still testing your limits, occasionally making yourself gag just to show him how hard you were trying and gliding your tongue up and down his shaft to create more stimulation.

"Fuckin' slut," Javi growled after a while and leaned over your frame to smack the side of your thigh.

His hand was on the back of your head again, but only to hold on to you rather than taking control of your movements, which you were grateful for. You liked it that way, your tears soon evaporated and your throat still sore and bruised, but you didn't feel the wish for him to stop any longer. That was until Javi suddenly seemed to decide to destroy your rhythm and jerked his hips forward to push deeper. You were caught off guard, your pupils frightenedly flickering and your head flinching backward to escape his tip brushing over the back of your throat, but Javi wouldn't have it.

"It's time for me to have a little fun again, don't you think so, babygirl?" he whispered, flaring his nostrils at your round eyes and then slowly drawing back before moving in your mouth as he saw fit.

Sometimes he went slow and careful, sometimes he suddenly shot forward, thrusting so deep, you wriggled in his grip and sometimes he slipped his dick out of your mouth entirely to draw circles on top of your lips. Javi was toying with you, degrading you just like he was using you for his pleasure, but you still didn't even feel close to tapping out because at least he gave you breaks in between and allowed you to calm yourself every now and then. What you hated though, was the way you were never prepared for what was coming next and so you found yourself gasping and wailing around him, your eyes pinching close when he decided to go deep with his thrusts.

When Javi eventually found that he had enough, he slipped his dick out of your mouth, inhaling deeply while your hands dropped to the floor in front of you and you tried to collect yourself.

"God… You have a pretty 'lil mouth. But the way you're already crying…" – he clicked with his tongue – "We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet."

You swallowed hard, blinking away the remaining tears and then felt bold enough to lift your gaze again. Javi scoffed, cupping your chin and then his teeth sank down on his bottom lip.

"You think you're gonna be able to take it? Huh? You think you can take it into your 'lil pussy?"

Your hands grabbed his wrist, pleading eyes submissively looking up to him and it had the desired effect on Javi. He cursed to himself and the grasp around your jaw became more firm.

"I can take it, Javi. Please I want it inside. Please," you begged him, eyes teary and your chest heaving under the incandescent zeal to finally defeat the pulsing heat between your legs. Without a warning, he pulled you up by your upper arm and then grinded his teeth at the sight of you, your feet stumbling at the sudden force.

"Let's take a look at you, babygirl," Javi fizzled through clenched teeth and then shoved the straps of your dress over your shoulders with groff hands, sighing when he took in your bare chest.

"Wasn't wrong about you, was I? Filthy slut…"

You could only stare at him and knew that you must be a stupid view. Big eyes, your body stiff with tension and your mouth slightly open to greedily absorb the missing air. Javi was quick to comment on it while he peeled the fabric of your dress down your body, letting go once it was ruffled around your knees.

"Jesus, aren't you a useless thing. Only had to fill that mouth with some cock and you can't speak, let alone move on your own. Have to do everything, don't I?"

He grabbed your bicep again and dragged you with him to the washbasins, your eyes glancing at his wrinkled brow and your knees trembling so hard, you were glad it wasn't a long way. Then Javi took hold of your wrists and placed them on the edge of the sink, moving and adjusting your body like you were a doll that couldn't move on its own and made you take a step back so your body was bent over for him.

"Hold on to that, alright?" he said, a serious look in his eyes as he watched your profile. "Don't want you to fall over and bump your head against the mirror. You hold on to that tightly."

You nodded, clutching the marble so firmly, your knuckles turned white and then peeked over your shoulder to see what he was doing. Javi walked around you to come to a stop right behind you, his eyes dropping to your back and then he delivered a sharp smack to your butt. You jerked forward, suddenly grateful that he had emphasized the importance of your having a tight grip on the sink. Then, you felt him part your legs with his feet. Without a word of warning, Javi slid a finger through your folds, exhaling at the wet smacking sound and then parting your pussy lips with a second digit.

"Jesus," Javi scoffed, tilting his head to take a better look in the dim light. "Gettin' that fuckin' wet from having your throat fucked… I don't even have to touch you and your drippin' all over me."

You turned your head, desperately looking behind you and pushing your hips closer to him as if to ask for more.

"You're fuckin' shakin'," he then chuckled and slapped your pussy. You howled and squeezed your eyes shut, your clit so wistfully shivering as you tried to press your legs together around him.

"Nuh uh," Javi immediately commented on your action and his hand landed on your core again. You heard him step closer to you, a hand firm on your hip while his other trailed a line from your clenching hole to your clit where he achingly slowly rolled it between two fingers.

"Please. Fuck. Javi, I need more," you spoke with a shaking voice, squealing when he picked up the pace and then suddenly drew tight circles around the little bundle of nerves.

"Yeah, I know you do," he breathed, and then prodded his thumb against your entrance, circling and teasing it in a way that made you grimace. "Can see you drippin' all over me, babygirl. S'a fuckin' mess."

"Please. Please fuck me."

You imbibed each of his movements and the way he flicked your clit, but it still wasn't enough. You started to roll your hips against his hand, eager to find more friction and Javi allowed it until the fingers on your clit left you – causing you to drop your head forward in frustration – and let them hover above your hole instead. With much restraint, he slowly dipped then inside your weeping pussy, his breath hitching in his throat when he experienced how tight you were around two fingers and his hand on you palming your waist.

"You're goddamn tight…," he purred under breath and started to scissor you open, sliding his other hand around your hips to find your clit again and make you realx.

"Please," you begged him again like you had not grasped his recent statement.

"Jesus, can you shut up for a moment? Just told you, you're tight and I needa open you up first."

You yelped, your hands cluthing the sink so tightly, your fingertips were beginning to feel numb, but then he started to move his two digits inside of you, curling them at just the right angle to make you gasp.

"Yes. Yes, Javi, like that…"

He pursed his lips, closing his eyes for a brief moment to ground himself and then twisting his face at the wet sounds gushing from your center. Much too soon for your liking, Javi withdrew again, but reminding yourself what was about to happen, you quickly put your mind elsewhere.

"Fuck me. Just fuck me, please, I – "

The slap on your butt came unexpected, but you found it to be arousing, especially in combination with his clenched jaw.

"Jesus fucking christ, you really can't shut this mouth for longer than a minute, huh?"

The rustling of his jeans made your head shoot up and you peeked behind only to watch him go up and down his shaft with his hand. Javi met your gaze, flaring his nostrils and then bringing a hand to your ponytail to give it a tug and force you to arch your back. One last smack echoed against the walls before you felt his tip at your entrance, collecting your juices and smearing it all over your pussy with a certain roughness and precision at the same time.

"It's not gonna fit, babygirl…," he cooed, watching his fat tip in comparison to your tiny entrance. The corner of his mouth lifted at your wail, your hips jerking backward to get him to do more. Finally give you more.

"No. No, please. I can take it, you can make it fit."

"I don't think so, little one."

Javi carefully eased just the tip of his length inside of you, the stretch making your eyes spring open.

"It's too much, baby. S'too big for your little pussy. She won't let me in."

Tears of despair were pooling on your waterline, the thought of him leaving you here dripping and so in need of a release making your heart race. You had to convince him to try harder, push and press until he was inside of you.

"Please. Javi, please, just – just… Push harder. I don't care, just make it fit."

Javi chuckled lowly, watching the flesh of your ass wriggle while you frantically moved to get closer to him.

"You want my dick to rip you open, babygirl?" he whispered huskily, gliding a hand down the curve of your back while you repeatedly nodded.

"Yes. I need to feel you."

"Even if it's gonna make you cry? It's gonna make you sob and you're gonna ask me to stop 'cause it's gonna be too much for your pretty little cunt, baby, you know that right?"

Your head turned again, your eyes round with panic and your jaw tight.

"No. No, I'm not gonna ask you to stop. It's not gonna be too much."

Javi growled, inhaling deeply before slowly feeding you his dick, but it only lasted a few seconds before you squeaked and flinched away from him.

"See?" Javi scoffed, pressing down on the small of your back and forcing you to arch again.

"S'okay, baby. Not your fault that it's not gonna fit."

"Push harder," you repeated, your face flushed and sweaty, but your eyes determined.

He shook his head but couldn't hide the faintest hint of a grin as he complied with your request. He pressed his fat tip inside your hole that was definitely much too small for him and ignored the way you sharply inhaled, your breathing unregular and fast, but you didn't attempt to stop him.

The thrill was almost unbearable. Your pussy hugged him so tightly, he felt that you were about to tear his dick off. Every last vein was grazing your walls and he truly felt like they would leave marks on your insides. He was halfway inside of you when he decided to check up on you. His free hand grabbed your ponytail, roughly pulling it to the side so he could take a look at your tearstained cheeks.

"Do you now realise that you asked for too much?" Javi barked. "Did you just realise that you shouldn't've ask me to tear you open?"

You looked so terrified that he expected you to nod and tell him to pull out, but to his surprise, you shook your head.

"No. I want you to go on."

"Are you gettin' off on the pain?" he grinned, tugging harder on your ponytail with the sole purpose to see your lashes flutter.

"Please," you said instead of giving him a reply and bit down on your lip that surely was bloody by now.

And so it happened. Javi's mouth was a thin line, his breathing unsteady and his forehead glistening with drops of sweat while he pushed deeper into the impossibly tight hole and somehow he made it fit. It took a lot of effort, your whimpers of pain ringing loudly in his ear, but at no point did you ask him to stop and so he didn't. He didn't until he was inside of you to the hilt and only then did he exhaled, his head spinning and his surroundings turning from the electrifying rapture.

"Jesus fuckin' christ…," he whispered almost inaudibly and looked down to where his massive dick was all the way inside of you. It was overwhelming and liminal, but in the best way possible. In a way that made Javi want to bury his teeth in his bottom lip and want to thrust in your tight hole until you had adjusted to his thick shaft. A muscle in his chin twitched, a golden coiling spark spreading in his chest area and his hand on your hipbone squeezing while he tried to get a hold on himself.

"Fuck me…," Javi groaned and then slowly buttomed out of you. "Tell me, baby. Tell me how well I fill this filthy hole."

A broken sob escaped your throat, your expression still twisted in pain and each nerve pulsing under the burning sting, but somehow the sorrow was enflaming you. Somehow it seemed to add to the pleasure of it all and the feeling of being so full of him that you literally sensed him with every fibre of your body caused a fervor in you that had never been there before.

"S-So. Big," you whimpered, your brow resting on the edge of the sink now. Your body was almost pliant under his touch, your knees so weak that Javi slipped an arm around your hips to secure you.

"I know, babygirl. I know. It's want you wanted though, huh? Wanted me to destroy this fuckin' pussy and now you're gonna have to live with the consequences. You're gonna feel me right in there for days."

He delivered a sharp thrust, your eyebrows drawing together and your panting sounding almost dog-like.

"Javi…," you whined, your stomach clenching every time he brutally hit your cervix and your clit so desperately longing for his touch that you almost began to cry again. You could have done it yourself, sure, but you believed that you wouldn't have even be able to raise your hand from the sink, let alone keep your body up with only one arm.

"My clit. Javi, please, I need it," you sobbed, biting down on your own hand, not only to muffled your noises, but to release the combination of all the various set of emotions crashing upon you like a wave. The frustration, the discomfort his dick brought you, but also the sensation and pleasure, the way he filled you up so wonderfully and how his veiny girth scratched over your walls.

At first he didn't react at all and you almost feared that you would end up doing it yourself. Javi didn't seem to be the kind of person to care about your pleasure and you were about to take his silence as an answer until his thumb suddenly came in contact with your nub and you heart skipped a beat.

To say it was intoxicating would have been an understatement. Something about him made things that you usually wouldn't have even noticed, feel torrid. His flat palm on the small of your back, his gasps and grunts, the way you could see him flex his jaw over your shoulder. The prominent veins on his neck, the sweat on his collarbone that peeked from under his shirt. You had fallen in a hazy bubble of lust and primal need to be claimed by him and so you weren't surprised when an orgasm was bubbling in your lower belly after a few more minutes.

"Javi. Javi, I'm gonna cum. Fuck," you stuttered, somehow feeling the need to inform him.

You turned your head, ignoring the neck rigidity and saw his eyes flash, taking in your fucked-out face. His adam's apple bobbed, his teeth blaring while he picked up the pace with which he pounded your pussy. At the same time the lazy circles around your clit became sloppy and he seemed to chase his own high. By now, you could barely feel any pain every time he entered you which you welcomed to an extent, although you had to admit that there had been something fascinating about the light stretch and intrusion.

"Cum. C'mon, baby. And I wanna hear you say my name. I'm not gonna stop until I'm satisfied and if I won't be I'll squeeze another one out of ya."

Your heartbeat was loud as thunder, rumbling up your throat and making your breathing stumble. And then with a pang, you reached your crescendo and time seemed to stop. The boiling heat that had been in your stomach for a few minutes exploded and flooded your system, making your legs and chest tingle and prickle with excitement. You cringed, your body arching unnaturally and your face twisting in frisson.

"Fuck! Javi, oh my god, I – "

You were enwrapped in bliss and serenity, your headrate still high, but the world around you was quiet again, apart from Javi's muffled groans that he made through grinded teeth.

"Jesus fuckin'…. Gonna mark this goddamn pussy. Fuck."

He bursted with an animalistic snarl, his dick suddenly coming to a stop buried deep inside of you and his grip on your hips so firm, you howled in pain.

"Oh jesus… That's right, yeah…"

He leaned over your bent body, his hands pressing down hard on your shoulderblades and his breath brushing over your ear.

"Fuckin' hell… Such a good 'lil pussy. Takin' me so well… Just had to tame her, mhm?"

He emptied himself inside of you, spills of his cum painting your walls until he had pumped every last drop out of him and his dick was flaccid. You coughed and whimpered under his weight, but then shrieked when he pulled out of you without any warning. You were surprised and, frankly, envious of how stable he was on his legs as he pulled his jeans up with hands that were only shaking a little bit and tucked himself in while you were still trying to fight the dizziness.

"Javi," you whispered once he had closed his belt and stretched your arm in fear of him leaving you already. You straightened up with wobbly legs that felt like jelly and then smiled as he grabbed your hand and turned you around.

"Oh you're a mess…," he breathed, his gaze wandering up your body and stopping at your face. He sighed, resting one hand on his hips while he walked past you to the wash sinks, grabbed a paper towel and wettened it with some warm water. You watched each movement with big eyes, sniffling when Javi approached you and cupped the side of your face, his brow wrinkled.

"Look at me."

You did, your heart clenching at his brown deer eyes – the first thing you had noticed about him – and your arms hanging down the sides of your body while he brought the damp paper to your lips.

"Keep still," he soothed you and started rubbing over your chin, your lips and cheeks to clean up the mess consisting of drool, snot, tears and precum.

His hands were softer than you had imagined, his head tilted and his eyes pinched in concentration. Your pussy clenched at the way he slightly had to hunch over in order to be on the same level as you and much too soon for you taste, he was done and threw the paper towel in the trash can.

"Good girl," Javi breathed, squeezing your heated, red cheeks before dropping his hand and looking down your body.

Your dress was still dangling around your knees so he knelt down before you with an exhausted exhale, grabbed the fabric and shoved it up your body. With accurate and quick movements he pulled the straps over your shoulder, adjusted the dress and then fumbled at the hem to bring it to its previous position in the middle of your thighs.

You watched everything in silence, your pupils following his movements, but your throat too dry and your body too tired to talk to him. You didn't even know what you would have said. What were you supposed to say to someone who had just fucked your brains out and now dressed you because you were unable to do so yourself.

When Javi stood straight again, he put his hands on his hips, eyeing you to make you that you were looking presentable and then nodding.

"You should go back to your friends now. They're probably wonderin' where you are by now."

As he didn't get a reaction, he leaned in, his lips briefly brushing over your brow. Then he brought a hand to the small of your back. Javi pulled you with him to the door, carefully keeping you safe in his grip because you still didn't look like you were able to walk on your own.

"You alright?" he asked with a worried glance at your profile and the weakness in your eyes, but you nodded.

"Yes. Just tired."

You were at the door now, the noises and the intense beat very distinct again and you knew that once you stepped outside that door, what had happened here would be in a past. What were the chances that you would see this mystery man again? This mystery man that had just completely swept you off your feet in a way you had never experienced before. Javi gave you a wry grin, stroking up and down your back and kissing the side of your head.

"Then you should head home soon. Get some rest. You did good, babygirl."

You returned the smile, darting up to him, but Javi had already turned his attention to the door.

He reached for the handle, his flat hand on your back still firm and then guided you with him as he stepped out of the bathroom.

[osachiyo]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — fem!reader, aphrodisiac, masturbation, unprotected sex, begging, insatiable reader, honorifics (sir), dom! dottore • this is for @dazaisslave !! so sorry for getting to it this late, tysm for being patient with me ichika :3 apologies if he's ooc, this is my first time writing for him :) happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni

DOTTORE never expected to see such an.. interesting spectacle when he walked into his lab. There you were, perched on top of his table — some of the vials of who-knows-what knocked over to the ground. Small whines and moans of his name escaped your glossy lips, while two of your fingers plunged in and out of your drooling cunt in a rapid pace, the small digits seemingly not enough to fulfill your craving.

"and what do we have here..?" the masked man smirked, clearly amused by the alluring view you had to offer. your head snapped up in dottore's direction, clearly shocked to see your lover standing in the doorway.

"don't tell me you're shocked to see me, pet — what do you think you're doing in my lab, hm?" his lips parted to reveal a sinister grin, teeth glinting from the dim lighting of the room. "dottore, i —" you struggled to find the right words. what the hell were you supposed to say? that you sneaked in his lab to see what he was working on, then accidentally knocked over a vial with bright pink substance in it and suddenly started feeling dizzy and hot? like hell he'd buy that.

as if the man could read your mind, he stepped closer to the broken glass on the floor — a sigh leaving his thin lips, "what you knocked over, my darling, was a vial of aphrodisiac," he grumbled with slight annoyance, now looking up at you through his mask. "a very strong kind, to be clear."

oh.

well that explained why you were feeling so.. hot all of a sudden — but that didn't make it much better. the aphrodisiac was strong indeed, so strong that even the doctor himself could feel himself succumb to it, pale face flushing as his breaths get heavier, it didn't help that you looked to damn ravishing too — staring up at him through those pretty tear-soaked lashes, a pout settled on your lips — it made him want to bend you over his table and —

"f-fuck, hold still, pet —" dottore groaned, hips slamming against your plush ass from behind, gloved fingers digging deep into your hips to keep you in place. but how could he blame you? you were practically buzzing with arousal — hearts floating in your eyes as you drooled all over his desk.

"feels — mmh-! s'good," you slurred, a dumb smile finding it's way to your swollen lips when dottore sped up his pace, landing cruel slaps on your ass while you both get closer to your highs.

fuck, the damn aphrodisiac was taking its affect on him too — making his cock extra leaky and sensitive than usual, causing him to go even harder, and groan even louder into your ear. both of your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, dottore's hands finding your tits to pull and tweak at your nipples, before landing a mean slap on them, making you cry out in pained pleasure.

"f-faster — sir, please —!" dottore let out a guttural groan at the honorific, speeding his hips up at your request — broken moans leaving the both of you as he did.

"cum f'me, girl," dottore growled against your skin, palm of his gloved hand pushing your back further down into a mean arch — your ass bouncing with each thrust. as if right on cue, you squirted all over his cock, and the harbinger followed not long after — muttering curses in the snezhnayian language whilst spilling his load inside of you.

you two stayed like that, dottore's face buried in your neck — breathing in your sweet smell, pants leaving each other.

"..ain.."

dottore quirked an eyebrow, moving his face away — "come again?"

you looked back at him, eyes glazed over with lust and lashes clumping with dried tears, voice breathless as you let out a pitiful whimper — "again, fuck me again! — fill me up."

[cosmic-kid-in-motion]

Dirty, Dirty, Little Slut

Mean Dom! Clint (Freaky Tales) X fem!reader

Summary: Clint uses your throat.

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WARNINGS and Content: Oh my god. What have I done. ALL MANNER OF GROSS KINKS HERE!!! if you are easily grossed out just move along. Degrading, mean dom Clint, puke Blow job (you fucking heard me), whipping, blood play? Licking blood. Ass eating. Blowjob. Fingering. Clint loves titties <3 Big big after care, from both Clint and also reader bc doms get dom drop too. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 'YOU'RE ADULTS! Again, GROSS STUFF.

Everything that happens is between two consenting adults that love each other very, very much. BDSM requires thoroughly pre-discussed boundaries, rules, and safe words, all of which this couple has gone through off screen. Do not look to fiction for sex education

Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics

“Choke on it, yeah, fuck I can feel you gagging. Whatsa matter, baby? Can’t take it? That pathetic little mouth of yours can’t take my cock?”

A was being mean. Clint knew, he fucking knew he was massive and he knew it was a lot to take, especially like this. Clint had your head hanging back off the bed, thrusting into your open mouth and you had absolutely no control. It didn’t help that he had the small whip in his hands, lashing your exposed tits as he violated your mouth.

Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! He pounded in, heavy balls slapping against your face and plugging your nose when he buried himself fully inside you. Once you took him to the hilt, you could hear Clint groan in pleasure at the sight of his cock bulging out your throat. A large, rough hand wrapped around you, cutting off any chance of air you were going to get, while the other whipped your breasts. If you could see anything, you were sure he was smiling that devilish grin he had when he knew he was taking you to your absolute limit. Your throat tightened at every painful lashing, but Clint’s cock was buried so thoroughly, your mouth stretched out so wide very little sound came out. Your naked body writhed on the bed, cotton sheets soft on your back.

“What if I just didn’t pull out?” Clint taunted you as you tried your best to remain calm. You trusted him completely, but your lungs didn’t. He stroked himself through the thin layers of your throat, the sheen of sweat on your skin acting as his lube. “Would you do that for me? Are you willing to die for me?”

It wasn’t even a question. You’d do anything for Clint, but he’d lay down his life to prevent you from getting a single scratch that wasn’t part of the agreed dynamic. He was being rhetorical, not expecting an answer and you could never verbally give one, not like that. But despite your lung screaming for air, your body beginning to panic, you stilled yourself. Then, a single tap on his thigh.

“One tap for yes, two for no.” That was the agreed upon system.

Yes, I would die for you.

Yes, I live for you.

Yes, you own me, body and soul.

Clint pulled out, and suddenly your lungs filled with air, clarity in your brain again and pleasure filling your body. Clint, in a rare moment of softness during sex, leaned over while you recovered, suckling on your breasts a nipples while he fingered you.

“Fuck, I taste blood.” He lapped at where the lashes broke skin, adding a third finger inside you. Still warm and dizzy from the loss of oxygen, your body quickly swells with your approaching orgasm. “Such a dirty fucking whore, letting me abuse you. And you like it, don’t you? You like letting me destroy you, you like being owned? Don’t matter what I do to you, as long as you're mine.”

“Yes.” Without question, without another thought. As long as you were his, as long as the two of you remained wholly and totally devoted to each other, nothing mattered. He could and did do whatever he wanted to your body, but only because you surrendered it to him so willingly. 

Clint knew men who care about the surrender, who took what they wanted and how they wanted, but that wasn’t him. It was the submission, that was half the attraction for him. The willingness. The fact that all he had to do was raise an eyebrow, the one above his scarred cheek, and you fell into line. Not because you were scared, but because the smile on his face and the “good girl” after was the glue pulling your broken pieces together. He was the one doing the rebuilding, you allowed him the control to do so.

“That’s right. I’m in control. Now soak my fucking fingers.” Clint’s voice was so calm, so assured, your body couldn’t help but react when he latched his lips to your nipple again. Your legs shook as you came, the whole bed rattling as you cried out. It wasn’t a sexy, put-on porn star moan; it was loud, guttural, from the depths of you as your vision black and eyes rolled back.

Clint held your lulled back head up, easing the strain on your neck as your body tensed and rode out the orgasm on his still-pumping fingers. He knew sometimes your neck and back gave your problems, and while it wasn’t enough to have to work around it during sex, he liked to take care when he could. When your body was done, your looked tired, exhausted even.

“Gimmie a color.”

You smiled, not ready to be done yet. “Green.”

The soft smirk and twinkle in his eyes made your heart palpitate more than your orgasm. “Good girl. And your safe word?”

“Disco. But I don’t need it.”

He kissed your forehead. “Tell me if you do. You won’t be in trouble.” 

“I know.” 

Clint nuzzled your face before settling back into dom mode. Suddenly, his hand gripped your face painfully hard to force your eyes on him. “Now, I’m gonna get what’s fucking mine, and you’re gonna take my cum down your throat.”

You grin widely. “Yes sir.”

You don’t miss the split second where he almost smiled.

In moments, he was back inside you, thrusting wildly inside your wet and drooling mouth. Your make-up was all over your face, gagging on him more and more and Clint used your mouth like it was your pussy. He was so fucking deep inside, making you gag reflex triggered more and more. Just when you thought you were about to lose control, Clint pulled out, straddling your face.

Balls against your chin, Clint stroked himself while your tongue licked his ass; he rubbing his crack up and down your face, letting you into every inch until you tongue could fuck his hole.

“You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” But he was growing breathless, closer and closer to his orgasm as he touched himself, the wet sounds above you spurring you on. “Nothing’s too low for you, huh? I could piss on you, and you’d thank me.”

Tap on his thigh. Yes.

“I could make you hump a toilet seat and you’d cum on it”

Tap. Yes. 

“Fuck! You’re a sick little bitch, shi-it!” He practically jumps off you, his face flushed, cock red and angry and you knew he was about to cum. He wants to cum down your throat. “You're gonna take my cum, and you're not even gonna need to swallow, got it? Gonna go straight to that cute t-tummy of yours.”

Right back in, Clint is ready to cum, ready to fill you right up but you feel like you’re about to spit up anything that might go down. He’s reckless, stirring and digging around your poor throat, grunting and huffing above you, his high second away. When he lets go, his warm seed pumping down you in streams, it triggers your gag reflex.

Clint sees the way your body lurches and pulls, finishing the rest of his orgasm by jacking off on your face as vomit spills all over you.

“FF-UUUCKKK UH, UH, SHIT!” His cum hits your face, but it’s nothing compared to puke spilled all over your face, neck, hair, and the floor.

He stands over you, stark naked, strong and powerful even as his cock hand softening between his legs. Clint has his hands on his hips, already admiring his work, dom persona slipping away by the second. 

“Dirty, dirty, little slut…”

“Clint.” You laugh, grinning up at him from where you still hang off the bed. “If you don’t get this shit out of my face, I will start screaming.”

*

He did, of course. No one did aftercare like Clint did. Usually he drew you a bath, but between you wanting to get cleaned up quickly and the fact you would need running water, he opted for a nice, warm shower. Clint made sure to keep the wound on your chest from the whip away from the water and careful to rinse your puke-covered face before the shower so no chance of infection. He cleaned your wounds with a soft baby washcloth, a playlist he made of your favorite songs quietly floating around the sounds of running water. He didn’t want to overstimulate you.

He scrubbed you clean, whispering about how beautiful you are and pressing gentle kisses to your skin. He was so good at what he did, by the time he held your hand to help you out of the shower, you didn’t feel any bit gross as he toweled you down.

Clint brought you clean clothes to change into, button down faux satin top and bottom set, and took you to the living room while he cleaned up. Clint even brought you a cooling eye mask, letting you relax. With clean sheets and a fresh wax melt in your baby yoda wax warmer, you laid on the bed with buttons undone as Clint applies disinfectant to your chest. 

“Let's leave this unbuttoned so they can breathe for a bit.” It wasn’t a question. He knew what you needed and how to take care of you. Clint lays down, and you settle yourself on your back in the crook of his armpit. “How do you feel, baby doll?” 

You sigh, wiggle a bit as you settle in, his beefy arms making for a good pillow. “Perfect.”

There was a beat of silence. “I didn’t mean t’make you throw up, baby. I would never do that without talk’n t’yuh about it first.”

“I know. But I didn’t mind. It was hot.” You grab his arm, wrapping it around your middle to let him know you weren’t made or upset; you still wanted him near. 

Clint cranes his neck to look at you, skeptical. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Like, I’ve sucked on many dicks before, never threw up. Just shows how big you are. And I love how big you are.” you caress his bicep. You loved his big cock, those broad shoulders, meaty thighs, strong arms… everything that made you feel safe and protected.

Clint relaxes, then pulls the blanket up over your bodies.

“Nothing else went too far?”

“Nope.” You kiss his pectoral. “Everything’s perfect. Just like you.”

You fell asleep in Clint’s arms, and the two of you had the best fucking sleep of your lives.

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🐇 DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

m!vampire x f!reader 🔥 very explicit 🔥 words: 11k

It was a dark night, you tried to hurry home, past the cemetery, when you were suddenly abducted, not that you remember any of that. You wake up in a cage, naked and vulnerable, and a man approaches you, calling you "bunny". Turns out you're his pet now. So welcome to your new life. I hope you're ready to take on your three new masters?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Abduction! Dubcon! Mind control! Vampires! Group sex! Petplay! Cages/Collars! Size difference! Oral/anal/vaginal sex! Biting! (READ ON AO3/LITEROTICA)

A/N: The prompt was "petplay, group sex, abduction, vampires, f/m" - and of course I couldn't just write about that alone, so I added a lot more kinks. This also marks the first time properly writing monsterfucker smut. I'm still new to the genre, so forgive me if my vampire lore is a little rusty. Hope you enjoy this silly little smut story nonetheless!

Alternative title: Down the Rabbit('s) Hole(s)

You wake up to strange noises. There's the thumping of music, but it's muffled, as if through various walls. Then there are sounds much, much closer... Wet sounds you cannot quite place. You may even hear sighs and slurping, rhythmic slapping that causes goosebumps to pebble your skin. Your naked skin as you realize.

Slowly you come to, your eyelids fluttering. It's dark, but not quite. There's candle light bouncing off the stone walls, shadows dancing in sickening rhythms. You blink slowly, trying to focus your eyes. Your head feels heavy, filled with cotton or stones, you can't be sure. Your body aches, and as you try to move, you can't. Feet and elbows and shoulders and the top of your head push against sturdy metal bars. Your heart beats faster, blood rushing through your veins as panic settles into your shaking limbs. You are in a cage.

A whimper escapes you as you grip the metal rods and push and pull and rattle them, trying to get out. You are on your knees, on some sort of cushion, but that's the only comfort around. You are completely naked, except for a thick leather band wrapped around your neck. A collar. Your hair is made up into two tight buns on the top of your head, some loose strands tickling your nape. Your breaths are frantic.

Where am I? What happened?

You can barely remember anything. It's been dark, you were walking home. Past the cemetery? Probably, it's the shortest route. You have been hurrying along, feeling as if something has been watching you. And then... You blink as you try to remember, but the memory is fleeting, dissolving as you try to grab it, like smoke evaporating between your fingers. Your heartbeat accelerates, hysteria making your lips tremble as your face tingles awfully.

“Oh listen to these sweet sounds,” comes a deep voice from somewhere behind you. You twist in your cage, but you cannot see anything, you can't move, can't even turn your head properly. “Badum, badum, badum, almost as fast as a real rabbit's heart. You are perfect for this, hmm, aren't you, little bunny?”

A big shadow moves around the cage, and you gasp when a man crouches down in front of it, looking at you with a crooked smirk. You jolt away from the bars, but only hit your head, making you feel even more dizzy.

“Shh, easy now, pet, everything is alright,” he coos, tilting his head, extending a hand with unusually pointy fingernails. You stare at him, frightened out of your mind. His long fingers come closer, but you can't back away any further in your confinement, and when they close around your chin, you yelp helplessly. “No need to be afraid.”

He pulls you to the front of the cage, and even though you protest, putting your whole body against the motion, and strain your neck, struggling with all you have left, he does so with ease, the grip strong and powerful. Your face ends up pressed to the bars, allowing you a closer look at the stranger. He's...

You blink, frowning in confusion. He's so handsome. You don't know why you expected the man who kept you in a cage to look ugly or foul, but he doesn't. He has a fair face, very pale, no facial hair, smooth skin, dark eyes that seem to gleam a little, perfectly angled eyebrows that are still thick and masculine. That smirk on his lips mesmerizes you. Then he parts them, his tongue slipping out to wet his upper lip, and when it retreats, you see the hint of white teeth, straight and... are those fangs?

His smile widens as he notices how you're staring at his mouth. And yes, those are fangs, pointy sharp canines, glinting in the dim light. You gasp, trying to back away but he still holds your chin. “Shh,” he makes, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “No need to panic.” His voice is soothing, low and gentle, vibrating through you, feeding the heat pulsing inside you.

“Who are you?” you whisper, not sure why that is the first question that slips past your quivering lips. Where am I? What is going on? Why am I naked? Why am I in a cage? What are these noises all around me? What are you planning to do with me? These questions fade into the back of your mind as you keep staring at the handsome man.

He clicks his tongue, tilting his head, slowly pushing his thumb between your lips to silence you. “That doesn't need to concern you,” he whispers. “I don't matter, you don't matter. But for the sake of names, you can call me Master. And you, my little bunny, are my newest pet.”

You frown at him, unconsciously pressing your tongue against his invading thumb, to push it away or to feel more of it, you can't be sure. “M'not a bu-” you try to say past his digit, but he shakes his head, pushing it deeper.

“Shh, yes, you are. You are my bunny and I will play with you tonight, and all the nights to come,” he says softly, pumping his thumb in and out of your mouth, and all you can do is strain your lips around it and let him as you hold his gaze. The longer you stare into his dark eyes, the calmer you become, the heavier your body feels, the less thoughts course through your mind. You even start sucking on his thumb, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue around it. As if it would be the most normal thing to do in this situation.

He smiles at you, his other hand moving along the edge of the cage before the door jumps open with a rusty squeak. His thumb is gone, and you feel confused, blinking, and he uses that confusion to pull you out of the cage. His hand is heavy on your shoulder, keeping you from getting to your feet, so you end up on your hands and knees beside him, craning your neck to look at him. It's then that you finally see the rest of the dimly-lit room.

The shadows you saw earlier belong to various figures, other men sitting on couches and armchairs and stools, and draped around them, sitting on their laps, bent over before them, suspended in the air, are other girls, naked like you, and they're wearing collars and masks, animal masks, you see cats and dogs, bunnies and foxes, even pigs and cows, and the noises that come from them make you feel quite uneasy.

It's a wild mixture of moans and whimpers, some barking and mewling, oinks and moos, a strange cacophony of sounds as they are forced to entertain the other men.

You see two men spitroasting a cat girl, her ear headband flopping back and forth wildly as she takes one cock deep into her throat as another pounds into her sloppy pussy, and the man behind her is gripping the tail stuck in her butt, while spanking her ass cheek with the other hand.

Right next to them is a girl in a cow mask, suspended in the air by ropes draped under her arms and around her elbows and knees, legs spread far apart, her large breasts bouncing up and down as she swings back and forth, getting impaled by the hard member of another man. Every time he plunges deep, she groans in a way that sounds strikingly like a moo.

In the corner of the room you see a girl squirming on a table, wrists and ankles bound to its legs, while at least four men stand around her, bent over her, faces pressed to her neck, her breasts, between her legs. There are moans and slurping sounds, and a strange metallic smell wafts towards you.

You feel sick just watching these scenes, a sniffle escaping you as you stare at the ground. Beside you the man is attaching something to the back of the collar around your neck, and before you know it, you are being dragged forward, choking slightly until you start to crawl on your hands and knees behind him. “Come on, bunny, let's join the festivities...” the man tells you, and you whimper in response, the leash pulling you straight into the dense cloud of sex noises and sex smells.

Keeping your head low, you move past various couples, and you can't tell if their whines come from pain or pleasure, and you don't want to find out either. It's you you have to worry about now, because you don't want to end up like them. But it seems you don't have much of a choice when the man suddenly grabs you under your arms and lifts you effortlessly, holding you up like one would hold a puppy or a newborn, and you stare at him, mesmerized by his dark eyes, immobile in his hold, feet dangling at least a foot above the ground.

In this slightly brighter light, you can see a red glint in his gaze, and the sight should have irritated you, along with his fangs, but you just look at him, calming down in his hold. “Oh, how beautiful,” another voice coos from the side. “What a nice catch. Well done.” A second man steps next to the one holding you up, equally handsome with a fair face and dark eyes. He looks younger though and sports a deep scar through his left eyebrow.

“She's so tiny,” a gruff voice sounds from behind you. “You sure she can handle this?” You feel hands on your waist, rubbing down your sides, long fingers closing around your shins as the man behind you pulls your legs apart for further inspection.

You feel frozen in place, trapped by a bunch of predators, a literal bunny forced into a corner. Your heart is thundering in your chest. A single tear rolls down your cheek.

“Aww, don't be scared, little bunny,” the younger man whispers, extending a hand to wipe at your cheek. You barely flinch away. “We won't harm you. We want to keep you. Unlike humans, we hunt for the future, for our entertainment, you know? We won't eat you... not like you think.” He unhooks the leash from your collar and teases your pert nipples with the cold metal, before he lets it fall to the floor and gently cups your small breasts, weighing them in his palms. “And we'll make sure you can take us...” Your eyes widen when he smiles, exposing even pointier fangs to you.

“Like I told you, you are our pet, not our food,” the man holding you says with a smirk, winking at you. “We'll keep you alive. Won't we, gentlemen?”

“Sure,” the man behind you grunts. You feel him crouching behind you, his hot breath fanning over the backs of your thighs, his hands rubbing up and down your trembling legs. “We'll try.”

The other two men give a deep laugh. “No, no, we will keep her alive,” the first man says sternly before he gently puts you down again, your bare feet hitting the cold stone below. You shiver deeply. He puts his hands on your shoulders and leans over you, tall and intimidating. “And you'll be a good bunny, won't you?” he coos. “You'll do as we say?”

His eyes hold you captive, and you find yourself nodding. “Y-yes,” you mumble as the man smiles at you, while his eyes bore into you intently. “M-master,” you add quietly, unsure where that came from.

The younger man laughs. “So obedient, I'm delighted!” he says and clasps his hands together. “Hey, you can call me Sir, while we're at it.”

“And who am I then, hm?” the man behind you grumbles. His hands move around your rear, long fingers digging into your soft flesh. You stiffen under the touch. “Master, Sir, what– oh I know,” he suddenly says, pulling you back and out of Master's grip.

He spins you around, and you find yourself staring at a broad chest, and when you look up further you see a massive man before you, wide shoulders, arms thicker than your thighs, a mountain of a man, full of muscles, but his face looks kind, older than the other two, full of lines and creases, and when he smiles at you it's more of a grimace, somehow sad, though his eyes crinkle handsomely.

“You can address me as Lord, bunny, how's that?” he says, his voice so much deeper than even Master's voice. His eyes are equally mesmerizing, and you can't help but nod again. He's seemingly happy about your reaction, and suddenly, you find yourself floating as he scoops you up and into his strong arms, pressed to his hard chest. You stare up at him, feeling a strange heat creeping into your cheeks.

Sir and Master approach you as well, their hands moving over your arms and legs, gentle, soothing caresses that make you forget everything around you, and it's for the better, you think. You still catch the occasional glimpse of a man doing unspeakable things to a young woman, but when you focus on the three men watching you, it doesn't really matter anymore.

“So, where do we take her?” Sir asks quietly, his long fingers scratching down your forearm, following the veins under your skin. “It'd be a shame to share her in such a public setting...”

Master nods, his hand slipping between your legs, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “Shame we have to share you at all,” he tells you with a wink. “But I am a man of my word...”

You frown at him before Lord lets out a deep rumble that makes you look up at him instead. “You better be. You ruined both of our last pets, it's only fair we get a piece of your new one as well...”

The youngest of the men sighs deeply. “Ah, don't remind me. Poor little kitten... I miss her dearly.”

Another grunt escapes the large man holding you in his arms. “As if. You nearly broke her even before he got his claws on her...” he adds with a nod to Master who laughs darkly.

“Gentlemen, old news, old news. Let's not dwell on the past, let's enjoy this sweet little thing... with its thumping little heart... and the delicious blood pumping so rapidly through its soft little veins...”

You stare at the man as he curls his fingers around your thigh, his grip strong, and you feel your heartbeat throbbing in your leg where he holds you tightly. Meanwhile Sir has his hand pressed to the pulse point at your wrist, a low humming coming from deep inside his throat. It hurts how they hold you. A whimper escapes you.

Suddenly Lord's big hand swats away the other men's fingers, and you gasp as he shifts you on his arm. “We will share her,” he says in his deep voice, staring first at Master then at Sir. “Equally. Behave yourselves...”

Both men sigh and take a step back from you. Sir mimics a bow as he grins at the oldest man. “Of course, of course. Shall we go then? Before even more of us come and claim this beautiful little blood ba– I mean bunny?”

Master rolls his eyes and hits the other man's shoulder. “As I was the one who found her, we will go to my chambers. Come along then...”

You blink in utter confusion as the men start walking towards a door, leaving the noisy and smelly room and its strange inhabitants behind. Lord carries you through dark and narrow corridors, and you snuggle against his wide chest as the darkness moves in on you. Nothing but blackness, not a single light anywhere. You wonder how the men can even see where they're going.

The large man holds you protectively, and even though he seems to be the most genuine of the three, you feel his hand rub along your rear, fingers digging between your cheeks. You can't help but flinch when he pokes at your puckered hole. A low hum escapes him that silences you. Breathing a little harder, unable to control the rapid rhythm of your heart, you let him touch you as he takes you through the impenetrable darkness.

The sudden light hurts your eyes, and after the squeak of a door, you find yourself in a large bedroom. There's a big four-poster bed with a red velvety canopy and sturdy wooden frame, laden with pillows and blankets, a big fireplace next to it that's encircled by luscious looking couches and armchairs, walls lined with bookshelves. There are tapestries on the other walls, and not a single window. Despite that, it looks cozy.

The light comes from a giant chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, adorned with at least two dozen candles. It's a warm light, but you are still shivering as Lord sets you down on the floor that's covered in grand carpets and rugs. You hug your arms to your chest, for the first time really acknowledging the fact that you are completely naked – and surrounded by three men who look strangely hungry, with glinting eyes, who lick their lips and pointy teeth, their fingers itching to touch you again.

Fear creeps up your spine as you back away slightly, only to bump into Lord who stepped behind you. “Easy, pet, no need to be afraid now. There's no use trying to run away. And why would you, right?” he adds, gently cupping your face with his big hand. You stiffen as you look up at him. “We will be so gentle with you...”

You swallow hard, then yelp audibly when Sir rips Lord's hand away from your face and places his own around your neck. “Enough talk. I call dips on her throat!” he says darkly, staring at you with an intensity that makes your blood run cold.

“As usual,” Master sighs. “And you'll take her ass I assume?”

“I'm the ass guy,” Lord chimes happily, a low chuckle erupting from his throat. “Haven't found a girl yet who could take my entire cock into her little cunt... well, at least not if I wanted to keep her. The Devil bless their poor souls... But asses are so much more accommodating, wouldn't you say?”

You can only stare at him, frozen to the spot. He looks so gentle, but his words are vile, and the picture he paints in your head makes you sick to your stomach. He gives you a wink from behind Sir's shoulder.

“You could just go for the larger ones, you know?” the youngest man says, turning his head to the big man. “But no, your appetite for the petite is unrivaled around here. At least they still made for a good meal after you broke them...”

You shudder deeply, goosebumps rippling over your skin. “Stop your blabbering, gentlemen,” Master sighs and pushes Sir away. His hands find your shoulders as he leans down to you with a soft smile. “Don't listen to them. We won't harm you, we told you, and we... can be trusted, little bunny, I swear on my own grave!”

A series of rough laughter echoes through the vast room. You blink at him, mouth falling open, mind racing. You're too numb to panic anymore, but you are still too far from being calm. Not even those dark eyes can help you now. And surprisingly enough, it's not their lewd sex talk and the prospect of being violated that twists your insides, not entirely at least, it's a different realization that may come a little too late.

“Y-you... you're...” you start, your voice feeble and thin, your whole body tensing up as you try to make sense of it all. “You're... vampires...” Images of men bending over girls flood your mind, those slurping sounds, the stench of blood, little hints here and there...

“Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is she?” Sir chimes in with a smirk, watching you closely as he drags his tongue over his pointy canines.

“She's just a bit slow. Must be the shock,” Lord adds, crossing his big arms over his chest. “Don't worry your pretty head, bunny. No more thinking, okay?”

“B-but...”

Master shakes his head, cutting you off with a smile. “Shh, I told you that doesn't have to concern you. None of it matters anymore, bunny dearest. You are ours now, and who we are is not important. Be a good pet now, won't you?”

His words sink into your muddled brain, and you don't even protest as he pushes you gently to the ground until you kneel before them, hands folded on your lap, neck strained to look up at the three men. They are all intimidatingly tall, Lord is twice as wide as Sir, probably twice as old as well, though the latter is still muscular despite his lean body and probably strong enough to do unspeakable things to you. Master is right in the middle of the other two, with big arms but narrow hips, and his strength you've already experienced.

“Pray tell, pet, have you ever had a cock in your mouth?” the youngest addresses you, and you blush deeply, averting your eyes.

“No,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Oh?” comes the surprised reply. “Okay, well, how about a cock in your cunt, hm?”

You clear your throat. “Mhm,” you make, still too embarrassed to look at them.

“Mhm what? Yes or no?”

“Yes,” you gasp out quickly.

“Aww, not a virgin anymore? Too bad...” Sir sighs, nudging Master into the side. “You're losing your touch, eh?”

“You try finding a virgin in these modern times,” the other man replies with a grunt. “If they don't fuck as soon as they hit puberty, then they shove whatever item they can find into their young pussies, deflowering themselves. But it's not about the body, it's about the mind, isn't that so, bunny?”

You stare at him, frowning deeply.

“I bet you never had a real man. Maybe some stud at a party or a clumsy boyfriend trying to find the right hole?” He laughs darkly. “I don't think you experimented with yourself much, hm?”

The sudden clink of a belt being unbuckled catches your attention, and you look towards Lord instead of answering Master's question. The oldest man is in the middle of pulling his cock out of his pants, and your eyes widen at the sight. Their earlier talks make much more sense now. His dick is huge! Not even fully hard, it was as long as your forearm and probably a lot thicker too.

“Enough with the chitchat,” he groans, his big hand closing around his length before he gives himself some hard strokes. “Let's get to the point. Your job is to service us, pet, you get it? You do as we tell you. You either suck our cocks or let us fuck you with them. As easy as that. No complaining, no screaming for help or whatever, you just obey, understood?”

You swallow hard, feeling tears burning under your lashes. “Y-yes, Lord,” you manage to croak out as your throat tightens.

Sir takes a step towards you, his hands also in the process of opening his pants. “Don't get intimidated, bunny, you'll be surprised what your body is capable of,” he tells you with a strangely soft voice as he grabs your chin and guides your head to his crotch. “Now get to work.”

You stare up at him, vehemently trying to ignore the appendage springing free as he pushes his pants and underwear down. It's not as big as Lord's, but still very daunting.

“Open your mouth, pet,” he tells you sternly, and you find yourself obeying, lips parting, tongue lolling out, as he pulls you closer by your chin, the tip of his cock pushing between your lips. A whimper escapes you as he rolls his hips forward a little. All you can feel and taste and smell is him, and even though it's a sweet mixture of musk and spices, you are overwhelmed quickly as even the crown of his length fills out your small mouth.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Master walking around you, then you feel his hands on your shoulders as he starts moving you back and forth slowly. Sir lets go of your chin and straightens up, his hands on his hips as he watches you darkly while you fight to somehow get used to the spongy texture on your tongue. “I can't wait to shove my whole length down your throat, bunny,” he whispers hoarsely. “It'll be glorious.”

“Easy, don't scare her off,” Master says behind you, still guiding your head. “You can do this, pet, you were made for this, weren't you?”

His words are weirdly sweet, and somehow they do encourage you. As soon as you manage to shut off your mind, the task at hand (or in your mouth) gets a little easier, as you focus on how your lips strain around the tight skin, how your tongue presses against those throbbing veins, and how you feel his tip rubbing along your gums. You're surprised how easy it is to keep your jaw open like that and your teeth out of the way. It feels like an instinct. Maybe you were indeed made for this.

“Hollow your cheeks and suck,” you hear Master's low voice close to your ear, and it startles you enough to push your head forward, causing Sir's cock to slip right against the back of your throat. A sudden jerk crashes through your body as you gag reflexively. Spit fills your mouth, and you cough against the obstacle in it, and despite the need to cough properly, you feel the urge to not let your saliva drip past your lips, so you follow the advice and hollow your cheeks, sucking hard, your tongue pressing against the underside of the hardening member when you try to swallow.

A groan comes from the man attached to it. “Oh, that's good, pet, just like that,” he gasps. Your eyes fly up to him, and even though your vision is blurry, you watch him curiously. He reacts to every flick of your tongue, every suck, every scrape of your lips along his shaft.

“You're a natural, eh?” Master whispers into your ear, causing you to shiver. He's holding your shoulders, keeping you upright, making it impossible to move back even if you wanted to.

So you keep bobbing your head, sucking and licking, completely focused on the cock in your mouth, while the three men look at you with growing hunger. Master's encouragements ease you, Sir's reactions make you proud, and whatever Lord is doing next to them with his cock in his hand fills your head with strange images that fuel the warmth settling low in your stomach.

A grunt echoes through the room, and suddenly and with a wet pop, the cock is pulled out from between your swollen lips. Master has grabbed you under your arms and dragged you back and upwards against his chest, and you blink in confusion at Sir's look of betrayal and anger. His cock bobs angrily against his lower stomach before he hisses at the man behind you.

“My turn, relax,” Master tells the other man. “We wanted to share, remember? You can have her throat soon enough!”

Sir narrows his eyes, but then grunts and walks away, hand feverishly stroking his hard erection. Lord watches the scene with impassive eyes, lazily rubbing his own length that seems to have grown at least a few inches since you last looked at it. You swallow dryly, only now noticing the mixture of spit and precum dripping down your chin.

Master leads you towards something you think is a chaiselongue, some sort of half-couch or long armchair with only a headrest, and lies down on it, long legs stretched out before he pulls you onto his lap. You feel the bulge in his pants right against your warm sex as he makes you straddle him. Somehow you follow along without protesting, mesmerized by his dark eyes.

“Time to prepare our little bunny,” he whispers and smiles at you. You feel your cheeks warming up, squirming slightly on top of him. A sudden warmth grips you that moves through your whole body before it pulses eagerly right between your legs. You wait for his hand to touch you where you seemingly need him most, but instead both of his hands close around your neck.

You gasp, staring at him with wide eyes. His face looks different now, no longer soft and handsome, but dark and fierce. He licks his lips, then his teeth, and the pointy canines hold your attention for a moment. Your heart beats faster, and he seems to notice it. One hand pushes your collar up until it rests right against your jaw, cutting into your soft skin, making it hard to breathe. His other hand rubs along the slender column of your neck, thumbnail scraping along your fluttering pulse.

“The sounds you make, my little pet, so beautiful. Such a strong heartbeat... I bet you taste absolutely delicious,” he says quietly, his dark eyes glinting red. You swallow hard against his hand and the collar, frozen on his lap, held captive by his hungry gaze.

A feeble little “No... please...” escapes you, but he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, tightening his grip on your throat.

“Shh, none of that. Just relax. This won't hurt... much,” he says as he leans closer, sitting up more until you feel his hot breath on your skin. His fingers slip under the back of the collar and pull your head up and to the side a little to expose your neck for him, and you gasp, your lungs burning, your eyes watering.

He watches you, seems to notice every nervous flinch and wince, how your nostrils flare in growing panic, how your eyelids flutter, and when you move your hands to grab onto his shirt, he leans in, breaking eye contact, and that's enough to pull you back into reality. He is going to bite me! Drink from me! No! I don't want that! But there's nothing you can do.

You feel his tongue on your neck, licking along your pulse, and then... a sharp pain that makes you cry out loudly. His grip on the collar holds you in place but you still squirm on his lap, unconsciously grinding your pelvis against his groin, and a muffled groan comes deep from his throat as he sinks his pointy teeth into you. Something cold rushes through your veins, cold and painful, like little ice shards, a numbing sensation that leaves a horrible burning in its wake.

You whimper helplessly as he sucks on your neck, your blood boiling before it freezes, making you shiver deeply. The noises are obscene, slurping and gulping, lewd sighs and grunts, as the vampire feeds off you. Your head is spinning, you're dizzy, from letting blood, and from lack of oxygen, your body powerless against whatever is happening. Your eyelids become heavy but you're still fighting, not wanting to succumb to this. Or at least you try.

But then your hands lose their grip on his shirt as you slump into yourself a little, only held up by his fingers hooked under the collar, which only enhances the urge to breathe. Dry gasps, feeble little whines fall from your parted lips. Black spots dance before your eyes, and you feel yourself falling... the darkness is so welcoming...

A sudden drawn-out moan signals the end of your torture, though you barely register how you are being lifted up, the pressure around your neck gone, but it still hurts. There's a hand on your pulse, your heartbeat weak, still you feel the blood gushing against that palm. Your vision is blurry. Somehow you switch from the arms of one man to another's, and you can smell the difference, feel the strength in the big arms carrying you.

“Brave little bunny, let me have a taste before I prepare you further, hm?” The deep voice vibrates through your clouded mind, and you whine softly. A warm mouth replaces the hand on your neck, an even warmer tongue licking up your spilled blood. A rough groan pushes into your consciousness. “Ah, what a lovely taste...” The heat becomes stronger, burning against your hurting skin, and you whimper when it becomes unbearably hot. “Shh, just a little. Gotta close up our precious well again, don't want you bleeding out and wasting so much lovely life juice, hm, bunny? We're just getting started...”

Your eyelids flutter open as you come to again, still weakened and dizzy, but you can see the room again. You're lying on your back on the soft bed, and a large man with broad shoulders looms over you, propped up on his strong arms. You see him licking his mouth, something red stuck in the corner of his lips. He gives you a little smile, the creases around his eyes crinkling deeply.

“Hello there,” Lord says with a chuckle. “Ready for more?”

You want to protest, but he already rolls you around onto your stomach, and you grip the sheets as he pulls you back towards the edge, your legs falling off it. You feel him step between your thighs, big hands running along your sides, over your plump rear, before he dips his fingers in the cleft between your cheeks. You yelp in surprise, clutching the sheets tighter, when a thick finger probes at your sphincter. The motion wakes you fully from your daze, and you start squirming on the bed, trying to get away from the insistent finger.

“Bunny! Stop squirming!” Lord's deep voice echoes through the room, and you stiffen immediately, allowing yourself only a little whine when you press your face into the soft bedding. “This will hurt much more if you don't stay still.”

“You call that preparing? Not even a little lube?” you hear another man's voice from behind you, and you want to agree when the finger presses against the tight ring of muscles.

“You know I like them raw...” Lord grunts, working his finger as deep as it will go while you wail hopelessly into the sheets muffling your noises. “That burning friction... the tight muscles... ahh... nothing like it...”

“You're a sick man,” the other voice says with a laugh.

“Oh, but I am not a man,” he replies with a low growl, suddenly pulling his finger out – only to replace it with two. You shriek in surprise as he prods into your ass fast and hard. “I lack man's empathy...” he continues, pushing his two digits in and out in a sickening rhythm. “I am even more selfish than any man wishes to be...” His words mirror his actions, but you can't quite agree to the sentiment. Lord has been so nice to you, gentle and soft, but now he is anything but.

The force with which he pounds his fingers into you makes you bounce on the bed, each deep plunge coaxing a yelp out of your hurting throat. You gave up squirming, but you're still fighting with all you can, though it does only work against you in this situation as you tense up your muscles, trying to repel him.

“Ah, so tight, little bunny. So tiny and tight, I'd love to break you in,” he rumbles as you whine, white-knuckling the sheets helplessly. He continues to finger you for an excruciatingly long moment, before he suddenly pulls his hand away, leaving you gaping and empty. But he's not done yet. You feel him push in two fingers again, but this time he doesn't push deep, he stretches you, fingers hooked around the edge of your protesting hole as he pulls it apart mercilessly.

You wail louder, writhing again, but he continues, stretching you this way and that way, and the pressure feels horrible as white-hot pain crashes through your entire body. “A little more,” he whispers. “You might want to relax a bit, won't hurt as much.”

But you can't. It feels wrong, and you can't allow this. You've seen the size of his cock, and you don't want any of that inside your tight ass. He must be insane for thinking it will fit.

Suddenly the stretching stops, but one finger remains hooked around your rim before you feel a few more pressing into you. You cry out and shudder as the digits nudge against your tight muscles, harder, deeper, and when you think it can't get worse, they retreat, but then a strong hand slaps against your soft ass cheek, making you bounce and shriek. One more slap to the other cheek, and then the presence behind you is gone.

You stumble over your own breaths, spluttering in relief, your ass burning, inside and out. Tears gather in your eyes as you turn your head to the side, sniffling pathetically.

“Poor little bunny,” you hear Master's voice, and in the next moment he climbs onto the bed next to you, resting on his elbow as he watches you. “But you're doing so great, you know? Much better than any other pet we've had before you. You were indeed made for this, to take us all.”

You blink at him, unable to react any differently. He leans in to caress your wet cheek, then curls his hand around your neck and pulls you towards him until he cradles you to his chest, stroking your back soothingly. You nestle against him, closing your eyes, savoring the soft moment before whatever comes next.

“Get her some water,” Master calls over your head. There's a pause and his voice changes slightly when he continues. “I want her gushing later...” You shudder, not quite understanding what he means, but somehow it sounds menacing.

You are manhandled into a sitting position, propped onto your hurting backside, before a hand grabs your chin, forcing your mouth open, and you drink the water given to you with gusto. Parched as you are, you empty the whole glass, as large as it is. Master wipes at your chin and smiles at you.

“Good bunny,” he praises, and you stare at him, feeling your cheeks warming up.

“Can we get going now? I'm so close to bursting here,” Sir's voice rings in your ears, and you realize the other two men stand around the bed, completely naked, their erections bobbing threateningly against their lower stomachs. Lord really is a mountain of muscles, and his cock seems even larger surrounded by all the bulging tissue. Sir is lean but also has defined abs and a toned chest, thick veins running all across his arms and legs, his skin tight, his cock as long and girthy as you can remember.

You swallow dryly. Master shifts you on the bed, before he steps back and undresses quickly as well. You can't help it, you're watching him. He fits right between the other two men, muscular and tall, the same bulging veins on his limbs, a broad chiseled chest, and his cock... The sight gives you chills. How can these men think any of their hard erections will fit into any of your holes? This is insane.

Then again, you were captured by a bunch of vampires, which you thought didn't exist in the first place. Maybe there are some forces at work here that will make this tolerable. You can only hope.

While you still both admire and fear the sight in front of you, the men move. Too swiftly for your muddled brain, you realize you've ended up straddling Master again. He's lying beneath you on his back, hands firmly holding your waist. His legs hang halfway off the bed to allow Lord to step behind you, his large hands on your shoulders. Sir is kneeling near Master's shoulder, cock in hand, watching you rather impatiently.

As you still come to terms with the new position, Lord pushes you forward, then lifts your hips. Sir grabs your head and cradles it in his free hand, slowly inching his cock closer to your mouth. Your breaths quicken, heart thundering in your chest that's pressed to Master's. You don't seem to have any control over your body, but you feel everything.

Something hard nudges between your folds, and you realize none of the men have prepared your pussy which you feel instantly when you are pushed down on an unyielding cock, inch by inch, the sudden stretch as out of this world as the men around you.

You whimper, feeling tears burning under your lashes as he impales you slowly, or rather as Lord works your hips down on him until all of Master's cock is deep inside you, deeper than you expected, deeper than you ever wanted. Your walls are protesting, clenching hard around him, but it's too late to fight it now. Large hands remain on your lower back, holding you down, and all you can do is shudder deeply as the sensations crash over you.

There's a thumb on your face, wiping at the tears spilling down your cheeks, and you look up out of hooded eyes, seeing Sir giving you a smile, neither soft nor mocking, something in between, but it's enough to soothe you a little. That is until he forces your mouth open and presses his cock between your lips. A muffled groan escapes you.

“Hey, get your dick out of her mouth,” you hear Lord's booming voice from behind you. “I want to hear her screams when I breach her!”

You almost clamp down on the cock in your mouth in protest before a hiss comes out of Sir's throat. “Gee, thanks for the warning. Little thing almost got her teeth out,” he says, slowly pulling out of your mouth, but still holding your jaw as he stares down at you. “Bad bunny, no teeth, okay? Keep those chompers away or I'll have to give you a nice spanking, hm?”

You swallow hard, blinking up at him, a pleading look in your eyes. His smile turns into a crooked grimace as he pats your cheek, then leans back on his haunches, hand closing around his cock again. You breathe harder, your head resting on Master's shoulder while his cock rests hard and heavy inside you, and it wouldn't even feel that bad, but you know it's not enough for these men.

The anticipation for what's to come is killing you, every second Lord waits to finally do what he said makes your heart beat faster. “Listen to those sweet sounds,” Master's voice vibrates through you. “You properly scared our little bunny. We gotta look out that she doesn't get a heart attack, poor thing...”

“She's young, she'll manage,” the oldest man growls. “Hold her down now.”

Strong arms close around your body, pressing you to a toned chest, making it impossible to move. “It'll be okay, pet, relax. Don't fight it. You'll feel amazing, I promise...”

You doubt that very much. Taking a deep breath, you still try to unclench your muscles, but at the same time you brace for Lord's intrusion. Your head is spinning, more tears falling from your tightly squeezed shut eyes. And then it's there, it's not as hard as you'd feared, but it's wide and unrelenting as it presses against your puckered hole. All that preparation feels useless now as you've tensed up again, but that's not stopping the man behind you as he inches his thick cock into your tight hole.

Your muscles give way slowly, so slowly, all you can do is wail and whine, burying your face in Master's shoulder. It's due to his large cock in your pussy that it feels so much worse when the second cock forces its way into your small body. You already feel full, but the sensation only grows when Lord pushes further, deeper, and you want to thank him and curse him for taking his sweet time, until all you want is to die when he loses his patience and grabs your hips, rolls his own, and sinks his entire length deep into your ass.

You scream when he fills you out in ways nothing has ever filled you out before. You don't even think it's possible, but he's in there now, you can feel his heavy balls slapping against where Master is stretching your pussy lips. Your body's entire attention is focused on the large intruder, on how your muscles are molded to his shape, how deep he pushes into your guts or so it feels. You can't breathe, can't think, all you feel is the two men impaling you on their cocks.

The third seems desperate to join the fill-her-holes-party and you can't even protest when he pushes his dick back into your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands to pull it slightly closer to his groin. You gurgle around him, too weak to even gag when he pushes deeper, bullying the back of your throat with fast little snaps of his hips. You feel lightheaded, close to fainting, it's all too much.

And you almost slip into the sweet embrace of darkness, but then Lord starts moving behind you. The way his thick shaft with those bulging veins scrapes along your tense muscles as he pulls back makes you wail around the cock in your mouth. But it's when he pushes into you again that makes your whole body convulse. As you choke on Sir's eager erection, jaw slack, spit gathering on your tongue, dripping down your chin, Lord repeats that horrible motion of dragging his length out slowly before he slips back in with a harsh slam of his pelvis.

In and out, in and out, a sickening rhythm that doesn't fit in with the hectic stabs of Sir's cock into your throat, and even less so when Master starts moving beneath you as well. He doesn't even pull back, he just ruts up into you, bullying your cervix with fast nudges of his crown. To say you're overwhelmed would be an understatement. You are out of your mind with discomfort, pain, a strange burning sensation mixing with cold shudders, every slam, every stab, every thrust sending a new wave of goosebumps over your skin.

Your body works for you – or against you. You feel it jerking in Master's hold when Sir forces his cock deeper down your throat, triggering your gag reflex over and over again until your mouth is full of dick and spit and precum, leaving you no choice but to let it drip, to let him bulge your neck, your collar straining against it, making it even harder to breathe. Oxygen seems like an unachievable thing, as far away as any hint of pleasure. You can feel your cunt fluttering around the invading cock, but whatever ounce of bliss may come from that penetration is undone by the harsh stabbing sensation in your ass.

It's all too much, and not enough.

“Let's switch it up, gentlemen. Our bunny is fading,” you hear Master's muffled voice from somewhere far away it seems, and the motions keeping you on the edge cease slowly. Fading? You do feel like it, pushed to your limit, lungs burning, body shutting down slowly. You gag one last time when Sir pulls his cock out of your throat before you close your eyes, too weak to enjoy your freed airways. Too numb to notice much else.

You wake from your stupor when you are lowered down onto a massive cock, your tight muscles screaming in protest, as do you when you feel the deep stab of Lord's cock. He's sitting on the edge of the bed and you sit on his lap, your back pressed to his wide chest, legs hanging open over his thick thighs, and while you're being pushed onto his hard length as it forces its way deep into your aching ass, your eyes notice the bulge forming in your stomach. Panic settles in as you swat your shaking hands at the protrusion, but Lord only laughs.

“That's just me, pet, look how well you can take me,” he coos into your ear, lips brushing against the side of your neck.

“And you can take even more,” Master says as he approaches you, his cock standing tall before he guides it to your cunt.

“No...” you gasp breathlessly, trying to push him away, before Lord wraps his strong arms around you and holds you still. Your fingers twitch helplessly as you stare down at what's to come. You feel already full, that bulge a clear sign of how full you really are, but when the other cock nudges between your swollen pussy lips, easily slipping into the stretched hole, you inhale sharply as it finds its way into your body, finding space where there shouldn't be any.

And the bulge grows even bigger. You squirm in Lord's hold, feeling as if they might just rip you apart from the inside. “Shh,” he makes, kissing along your fluttering pulse. “You can do it, it's fine. Look what a nice snug fit this is...”

Master groans when he bottoms out, his hands finding your plump hips. Lord lies back then, pulling you with him, and the sensation inside you becomes even worse. The change of angle emphasizes the bulge in your belly, and all you can do is whine, helpless sniffles falling from your parted lips. You feel even fuller like this, which shouldn't be possible. But luckily Lord just lies immobile on his back, holding you in his arms, keeping you from squirming, though it's Master this time who leads the thrusting.

His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he starts rolling his hips into you, a slow pounding at first before he picks up speed, hammering his cock into your cramped depths, over and over again, each deep plunge coaxing a strangled squeal out of you.

“Hmm, are you a little piggy after all, pet?” Sir's mocking voice comes from above you, and you look up at him out of hooded eyes. He's upside down in your position, looming over you. “Listen to those squeals. Adorable... Let's shut those up, shall we?”

Before you can react to his words, he has already shoved his cock back into your mouth, going straight for your throat, ignoring the way you spasm against him, how you keep gagging, gurgling, fighting in Lord's grasp, until his balls lie flat against your nose, further keeping you from drawing any breath. Your neck bulges against your collar when he grunts deeply, and you feel him throbbing against your tongue.

He pulls back then, allowing you a sharp spluttering inhale, before he repeats the motion, going as deep as he can, keeping you on your toes. Meanwhile you feel one of Master's hands on your stomach, pressing down hard against the two dicks in your body as he keeps slamming into you relentlessly. Your muscles are tense, barely keeping up with his rhythm as they clench and unclench around him.

And suddenly you see sparks dancing behind your eyelids. His thumb brushes against your clit, the first time they've discovered that sensitive bundle of nerves, and it doesn't stop there. Lord moves beneath you, releases you from his grip only to snake his arms around yours to then close his large hands around your small breasts, kneading them almost tentatively until your nipples rub against his palms, hard and erect, sensitive as ever.

You squirm, muffled moans erupting past the cock in your throat, and you buck your hips, meeting Master's thrusts, then you arch your back, pressing your chest into Lord's touches. Pleasure blooms at the edge of the pain that holds your body captive. It's there, you can see it, feel it, a heavy warmth spreading through your insides like wildfire.

Your eyes roll back, and for the first time the noises all around you, the heavy breaths, the grunts and groans, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet slurping and gurgling and squelching, it morphs into a cacophony of desire, it drives you to move with instead of against the men holding you down and impaling you on their cocks. You find your rhythm, and they let you have it.

Sir snaps his pelvis into your face over and over again, Master's cock pistons into your clenching cunt, deep and hard and fast, his hand heavy on your stomach, thumb drawing tight circles around your nub, and Lord gropes your breasts while his dick just rests inside your ass, large and hefty, adding enough stimulation by stretching and filling you while your muscles work around him.

The tension in your lower stomach grows and grows, that coil ready to spring free, your limbs twitching, your hands gripping onto Lord's massive forearms, fingers clawing at hard muscles, and then it happens. There's a bright light all around you as the tension explodes, and you almost choke on Sir's cock when you start convulsing on top of Lord's wide body. He holds you by your breasts, his low groans only adding to the sensation crashing over you.

Master grunts too, doubling his efforts as your cunt clamps down on his cock, and he's the next to come as he pushes deep and stills, hands digging into your hips, body arching, riding out your orgasm and his with slow grinding motions, the warmth that surrounds you numbing in the most pleasurable way imaginable. His cock throbs deep inside you, twitching against his hand still resting on your stomach, and you feel him filling you up as his hot seed tries to find space in your already cramped depths.

He grabs your hand then and puts it onto your convulsing stomach, letting you feel how your belly bulges even more, and you find it somewhat comforting. He stays inside you, would probably let you enjoy the peak a little longer, but the other men have different ideas.

With your mind spinning, savoring the aftershocks of your orgasm with little uncontrollable twitches to your thighs, you lie heavy on Lord's body, neck bent and held in place by two strong hands as Sir continues to ram his cock deep into your throat. He's more hectic now, his breaths labored, before he suddenly growls loudly and pulls back, his spewing cock shooting thick ropes of cum all over your face and neck and chest, some landing on Lord's hands who hisses angrily in response.

Sir laughs cruelly, albeit slightly breathless, as he grips his length and forces it back into your open mouth, where it keeps throbbing and leaking more globs of hot spend onto your tongue until your cheeks are bulging. “Swallow,” he rumbles, and with his tip heavy between your lips, you press your tongue against it and try to swallow. It hurts, but you manage it, taking a deep inhale afterwards.

He pats your soiled cheek and pulls away, slapping his softening dick on your raw lips. “Good bunny,” he tells you, and you close your eyes, ignoring the humiliation and leaning into his praise.

Between your trembling legs, Master pulls out of you as well, and you feel something warm and sticky dripping down to your ass as your cunt clenches around nothing. You'd say you feel empty, but you still got that large dick in your ass. For a moment you and Lord just rest on the bed, his hands still heavy on your breasts, and even you can feel your rapid heartbeat pounding against his palm. You feel him inhaling deeply before he sits up slowly, one hand on your bulging stomach, the other closing around your throat.

“My turn, hm?” he hums deeply, making you shiver as he presses his mouth to your fluttering pulse. His pointy teeth tease against your skin, but he doesn't bite you. Instead he rubs his hand over your belly, shifting beneath you. You mewl softly, too tired to protest, and frankly, you don't want to. You feel strangely content like this, filled out, covered in cum with more cum leaking out of your pussy. Maybe he just wants you to cockwarm him now. You'll be okay with that. You can do that.

But the large vampire has something else in mind, and he reminds you of your role as their pet (slave) when he suddenly grabs your waist and lifts you off him, and you yelp in pain when his big cock slips from between your tight muscles, leaving you horribly empty. Though, luckily, somehow, he doesn't plan to keep you like that.

You are manhandled onto your hands and knees, limbs shaking from your previous exertions, and without waiting or easing you into it, he pushes his thick cock back into your gaping hole, sliding deep and deeper, and you groan loudly and arch your back when he fills you out completely.

Your knees give way, and you sink to the bed, and he follows quickly, sitting down on your thighs with his hands on your hips. You are even tighter like this, but he finds a place inside your small body, all of him. For a moment he just sits there, big and heavy, and you lie there, immobile, trying to catch your breath in your prone position. You shriek quietly when he leans over then and brushes his lips against your jaw.

“Mind if I take a little sip before we finish this?” he whispers, his deep voice just a low thrum in the air, making you and the bed shake. You can't even nod or shake your head, and he doesn't seem to wait for an answer anyway, when he slowly tilts his head, and you see, out of the corner of your eye, how he bares his teeth, pointy canines growing seemingly bigger, before they sink into your soft skin, a scream ripped from your throat. He hums against your neck, sucking and gulping down your blood, and while you feel cold and numb from the sensation, he starts moving his hips, slow at first, pulling back to slam down, little nudges against your tight muscles.

Your insides burn under the friction, while half of your body seems to lose all function as ice floods your veins. Your mind feels heavy, a strange kind of vertigo gripping you. A soft groan presses into your skin as Lord releases your neck, a warm sensation dripping down your throat before he laps it up with his hot tongue, his pelvis still slapping against your cushioned rear when his cock plunges deep into your tight depths.

Moans escape you as you start bouncing under his thrusts, that numbness from his bite settling in your limbs, making it somehow easier to breathe, like a fresh breeze through your body. Your hands grip at the sheets as he leans back and curls his large hands around your shoulders, before he really pounds down into you. Slap, slap, slap, as you whine and mewl and whimper, finally allowed to make noises without a cock in your throat. It's freeing, in a way, to let it all out, while your ass burns something awful.

His grunts fill your ears, the smack, smack, smack of his pelvis, the slurping noises of your muscles giving way to his large cock, your own squeaks whenever he bottoms out deep inside you, that bulge in your stomach pressing into the soft bed, it all filters through your hazy mind, adding to the heat gathering low in your body. One hand still on your shoulder, his other hand finds its way beneath you, rubbing at your denting belly before it slips lower, and you gasp and shudder when he rubs at your clit, his fingers pressing between your wet folds.

You almost choke on your own spit when he plunges two thick fingers into your clenching cunt, expertly pressing against your gummy walls, stroking his own cock through the thin membrane between your holes. It feels too good to comprehend, and you find yourself spiraling upwards, up and up, your head spinning, body tensing, before it catapults you right over the edge, and you come with a shrill shriek, gushing around his fingers, walls tensing around them, body spasming uncontrollably.

“She did it, boys,” Lord grunts hoarsely, keeping his fingers inside you, rubbing and massaging, forcing you towards yet another orgasm while holding the steady pace of his cock plunging in and out of your ass. Your eyes roll back, and you barely hear the other men replying to his comment as you cry out once more, more fluid spraying from your convulsing pussy.

“Aww, I wanted her to do that all over me,” one of them, probably Master, says.

“Plenty of time to make her do it again,” sighs the other, Sir, from a little further away. “She's yours now...”

“That she is...”

Their voices drone out as you keep climaxing from the strange stimulation, and you twitch even worse when Lord presses his thumb to your clit in addition to his fingers rubbing at your sensitive walls.

“Let us see?”

The words barely register, but then you are lifted up by your throat, pulled against a hard chest, your arms hanging down limply, head lolled back against Lord's shoulder, mouth agape, eyes hooded, and he shifts you onto his lap, still impaled by his big cock, his hand pressed between your twitching thighs. He rubs harder, circles your sensitive nub, pistons his lengthy girth deep into your ass, and you wail and squirm in his hold, but you can't stop yet another wave of pleasure as it crashes over you. Your pelvis pumps, and the plunging of his fingers sounds obscenely wet now.

“Ooh, what a squirter, I'm impressed,” Master's voice reaches your ear. “What a good little bunny. Gotta keep you plenty hydrated, hm?”

You groan in response, collapsing after the continuous strain on your small body. The hand between your legs pulls back, wiping something warm and wet on your inner thigh, before the same hand finds your face, thick fingers pressing between your lips, and you accept them more or less willingly, tasting your own tangy musk. Your head is spinning even more, and as you lick meditatively around the digits in your mouth, Lord wraps an arm around your middle and accelerates his thrusts.

Muffled moans escape you as he pumps and pounds, slams and stabs, in and out, and then, at last, he gives you one final thrust, as deep as possible with his heavy balls slapping against your wet folds, and there he stills before filling your abused depths with load after load of his scorching seed. His hand presses on your stomach as he holds you, his hot breaths in your ear, his large body shuddering against yours.

His warmth is so filling, and you feel it bulging your belly even more. You are limp in his hold, drool dripping past his fingers in your mouth, your eyes closed, body finally coming down from whatever just happened. He rubs his fingertips over your tongue before he pulls his hand back, wipes it over your collar, moves it down, gropes one breast, then rests it on top of the other as he holds you against him, relaxing behind you.

Slowly you lift a hand and place it on his, and he quickly switches them to make you feel the throbbing bulge in your belly. You gasp softly at the sensation. “Too bad I can't fuck a real child into you, little bunny,” he huffs against your ear. You shudder at the vibrations of his voice, blinking at his words. “Maybe we should make the slaves fuck our pets, eh, boys? Make them fill them up in our stead until it sticks?”

“And what do we do with the newborns?” another voice rings through the room. “Eat them?”

Someone laughs darkly. “I'm certainly too young to be a father.”

“Will you ever be old enough?”

“Probably not. Where's the fun in that, huh?”

“Don't mind them, bunny,” Lord whispers softly, brushing his lips against your jaw. “I'd be a great Daddy. But unfortunately, you are not mine... and it's not my decision what happens to you.”

You turn your head to him, blinking your eyes into focus. He looks genuinely sad for a moment, before he notices your gaze and smiles at you, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. You squirm a little, feeling your lips twitch.

“Aren't you the cutest...” he coos, kissing the corner of your mouth.

The gentle moment ends abruptly when he exhales loudly and pushes you back into the bed, stomach first, then dislodges from you with a fast pull of his hips, and you cry out at the sudden loss, your hole gaping, his seed leaking from you in thick globs. He slaps your soft ass cheeks, each one at least twice, and you feel your muscles clenching every time. His finger is back at your hole, pushing his spend back in.

“Clench for me, bunny,” he tells you, and you try, pulling his warm cum back in. He spanks you a few more times until your skin is tight and burning and he's content that your hole is puckered shut again. After that he rubs the irritated skin gently. “Good pet. Well done.”

With that Lord leaves you lying on the bed, spent and exhausted, muscles sore and burning. Voices sound from far away, but you're too tired to make out what they're saying. Doesn't matter anyway. Any rational thought has left your clouded head, you are just a body now, molded to the desires of these strange men. A blood bag for them to drink from, a hole to fill with their creamy seed. A pet to play with.

“Come on, little bunny,” rings a closer voice after a while, and you feel yourself being lifted off the bed and onto the ground. You are manhandled into a crouching position, sitting on your haunches, your hands flat on the soft rug beneath you. “How do you feel, hm? Properly used and stuffed?” You blink at Master from under your lashes. “Can you still hop for me?”

His question confuses you, but then you find yourself jerking forward, in a strange little jump, and his laughter echoes through the room. He pats the back of your head.

“Good bunny, come on then, let's get you cleaned up.”

He walks beside you as you follow him in a weird little crawl-hop, your brain wired to please him, your blood pumping in your veins in response to his presence, and if it makes him happy to see you behave like the bunny he always calls you, then you'll be that bunny for him.

This is your life now.

Thank you for reading!

By the way, the Sir depicted in this story has absolutely nothing to do with Sir from my original story INFATUATED. I just suck at finding fitting titles. (Could have named Lord Daddy from the get-go, but oh well.)

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Req since it is April fools today. Reader pranks Eren by calling him the wrong name in bed but he doesn’t take it lightly and gets rough with her. Choking, crying, ropes, impact

-> writing this on April. 28th😪

-> this is so short and choppy, I’m sorry 😞

⚠️: NON CON, choking, dacryphilia, bondage, spanking, face slapping

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION!

It was April Fools, a holiday you never really celebrated

It honestly slipped your mind until you were scrolling on tiktok and saw a harmless April Fools prank of a girl making her boyfriend jealous by pretending to talk to her ex.

You thought it was funny and cute and wanted to try it on Eren.

Later that night, your body is pinned beneath his

His lips drag along your skin, hands gripping your hips, pulling you onto him.

“You’re so fucking sweet for me, baby,” he murmurs against your throat.

Right when he thrusts deeper, you moan out, “Ahh, Jean…”

The atmosphere turns ice-cold instantly.

Eren goes stiff, his breathing stopping for a second.

You couldn’t hold back your laugh, giggling at the look on his face.

He doesn’t laugh.

His fingers twitch against your waist, then dig in, painfully hard.

He pulls back, staring down at you with dark, unreadable eyes.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Owww, Eren!” You whine, trying to squirm away from his grip. “I-It was just a joke! It’s April Fools!”

Bad move.

You’ve never seen him look at you like that before.

Before you can react, you’re flipped onto your stomach.

His hand presses against the back of your neck, pinning you down.

“You think that shit’s funny?” His voice is low

He reaches into the drawer beside the bed and pulls out the ropes.

Your heart stops.

“No—Eren, wait, I didn’t mean it like th—”

He yanks your wrists behind your back, tying them together tight.

The rope bites into your skin, cutting off circulation.

You try to wiggle free, but he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You wanna moan another man’s name in my bed?” His grip is brutal, bruising. “Then you can fucking take what’s coming.”

Your legs are forced open.

You whimper, trying to squeeze them shut, but he doesn’t allow it.

“Wait, Eren! Please, it was just a joke. You kn—”

The first slap lands on your face

Your head snaps to the side, a gasp choking in your throat.

He binds your thighs apart, leaving you completely vulnerable.

Tears prick at your eyes, but Eren’s not finished.

Another slap. Then another.

“You like that?” he growls.

“Bet Jean wouldn’t fucking touch you like this.”

His hand moves down, landing a brutal slap between your legs.

You jolt, body trembling.

You knew he would get jealous but you didn’t think he’d react this way. You were just trying to be playful.

“Oh, you don’t like that?” He chuckles, mocking.

Another slap, harder this time.

“Too fucking bad.”

You’re crying now, sobs wracking your chest.

“S-stop!”

But Eren doesn’t care. If anything, he’s enjoying it.

His fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing—not enough to cut off all air, but enough to make you dizzy.

“Let me hear how sorry you are,” he whispers, voice dripping with possessiveness.

Your eyes roll back, your body struggling against his.

He tightens his grip.

Your sobs turn into gasps, small desperate noises leaving your lips.

Eren’s hips rut into you mercilessly. He grips your hips to keep you still while he pounds into you.

You feel yourself fading.

Right before you completely black out, he lets go.

You choke in a lungful of air, chest heaving, tears streaming down your face.

“You look so fucking pretty like this.”

He doesn’t stop until your voice is hoarse from yelling, until your sobs are nothing but weak whimpers.

Your wrists are raw from struggling, your body aching from his bruising grip.

Eren finishes inside of you, leaning down and marking your neck

He finally pulls back, leaving you a shaking mess.

He watches you with a smirk, brushing a tear from your cheek.

“Bet you’ll think twice before pulling that shit again.”

His lips engulf yours, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth in a possessive manner

He unties you, but you don’t move.

You’re too weak, too exhausted.

You curl into yourself, body trembling.

Eren strokes your hair, pulling you onto his chest

“That’s what you get for being a little brat.”

His hand ghosts over your throat, pressing just enough to remind you.

“You’re mine. Say it.”

You can barely speak, but you whisper it anyway.

“I’m yours.”

Now it’s time to rethink your whole relationship

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note (pls read!) hewllo! this is my first post :o. english is not my first language so sorry if i spelled something wrong D:. also! my requests and asks are OPEN, so dont hesitate to write me your requests. I will focus on writting scenarios and ideas from the requests u give me ♥

pairing bf!riize x reader

genre suggestive, smut (minors DNI ⚠︎)

wordcount: 3.2k

★ shotaro - waist you’ll always find Shotaro's hands on your waist if he's near you. whenever he's by your side, he'll have one of his hands pulling you closer by the waist while gently caressing it. if he's hugging you, it won't take a second before he places his hands on it. oh, and he loves grabbing your waist tightly to guide you against him while he gives slow thrusts inside you.

★ eunseok - neck he doesn't care if you're with your friends or family, if Eunseok wants to put his hand on your neck, he will. sometimes, when you're having dinner with your group of friends, you'll feel him wrap his arm around your shoulder, which is normal. but what you never expect is that right after, he wraps his hand around your neck. he wouldn't squeeze though, he just loves placing his hand there and stroking it because he knows how nervous it makes you.

★ sungchan - mouth hear me out… Sungchan has an obsession with seeing his fingers in your mouth. he doesn’t care where you are; you know that when he stares at you in silence for a few seconds, it's always followed by a "can you open your mouth for me, princess?" he just loves it. and you love to do it too. also, he loves doing it in public places and covering your mouth with his hand to keep people from hearing you, though it wouldn’t really be a problem for him.

★ wonbin - hair at first, he loved caressing your hair. whenever he was near you, he'd have your hair tangled between his fingers. but not long ago, he accidentally pulled your hair while you were in bed, and oh god… he loved it. the feeling of controlling you by gripping your hair drove him crazy. sometimes he even does it while you’re walking, just to tease you.

★ seunghan - inner thighs every time you're sitting on the couch, his hand is between your thighs. it’s just there. he has an obsession with putting his hand between them, and he’ll just tell you it’s comfortable for him. oh, but when he starts squeezing and caressing them… it drives you crazy. he doesn’t mind doing it when you’re having dinner in front of his family either. suddenly, you notice his hand on your thighs, moving up and down. you look at him a bit annoyed because he knows how much you like it when he does that, but you didn’t think it was the right time. “what are you doing, hannie?” “my hands got cold. I need to warm them up”

★ sohee - ass he loves it. he loves pinching it, squeezing it, stroking it, groping it, slapping it. he loves all the things he can do to it. it’s not unusual that from time to time while you’re walking, you feel him give it a little slap. at first, it surprised you, but now it’s just a habit. it’s the same in bed, too. It doesn’t matter what position you’re in, his hands are always on your butt. oh, and he loves spanking you until it’s red (plus, he loves the sounds you make when he does it).

★ anton - back oh guys… I’m dizzy thinking about it, but… when you're walking together or nearby, he always has his hand on your back because it’s his way of protecting you from the people walking around you. he always has to have a hand on you to make sure you’re okay. but when you’re in bed with him, oh god. he loves holding you tight by the back, pulling you close to him so that you're as close as possible. he just loves having your bodies pressed together.