#HE LEFT YOU LOCKED IN A ROOM LIKE ONE HOUR AGO
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THE WAY HIS FACE LIGHTEN UP WHEN WE SAW ARAJIN IM GONNA BE SICK
#HE LEFT YOU LOCKED IN A ROOM LIKE ONE HOUR AGO#AND YOU STILL LOOK AT HIM LIKE HES EVERYTHING TO YOU PLEASEđđđđđđ#also i know Arajin couldnât let him escape so easily since Akutarou was by his side most of the time#and at least he went to check on himÂż BUT STILL#also it would be interesting if we ever get a reason as to why Matakara trust Arajin so much and hasnât given up on him yet#what does he see in him I NEED TO KNOW#also Matakara reminds of a puppy in the last pic awfjsgksđ˘đ˘đ#bucchigiri?!#matakara asamine#arajin tomoshibi#MaJin#AraMata#MataJin#anime#kaii live reaction#kaiicore
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GUILTY AS SIN - Logan Howlett
⼠summary: the entire time youâve known logan howlett, youâve tried to keep your longings locked. then, one night, all that effort goes to waste when youâre confronted about your feelings.
word count: 8.5k (IM SORRY!!!!)
pairings: logan howlett x fem! mutant reader
content warnings: 18+ CONTENT MDNI, masturbation, dirty thoughts, light choking, multiple orgasms, oral (reader and logan receiving), spitting, sixty-nining, scent kink, like one spank, underwear stays ON, slight hint of arousal from crying?, creampie, p in v (practice safe sex ty!)
⼠a/n: guysâŚâŚ am iâŚ. a whore? (yes) do i need to be locked up? (also yes). i started this when i was on my period so maybe thatâs the reason this is so filthy? anyway i donât know how it got to 8k of smut but it DID and i have nothing to say about that⌠also reader has a mutation itâs not super in depth but her hair changes to red in certain situations and she has red light/energy she manifest in her hands, kind of confusing but itâs okay. anyway please please enjoy and let me know your thoughts <3
â Ë・ââĄâĄâĄâ・Ë
âI keep recalling things we never did
Messy top lip kiss
How I long for our trysts
Without ever touching his skin
How can I be guilty as sin?â
Guilty as Sin? - Taylor Swift
â Ë・ââĄâĄâĄâ・Ë
THE SHEETS are chilled, crisp to the touch, cold enough that shivers tickle their way across exposed skin. A sigh is heard, loud enough for wandering ears as a figure moves about in the unmade, blanket muddled bed. The window had been left open, and as a result, cold air had poured into the room.
Despite the fact that goosebumps adorn your body, it felt as though you were on fire. Huffs escaped parted lips, a charged hum zipping through your veins that only intensified each time you moved. Youâd been trying to sleep for the past couple hours, trying to ignore the need thrumming through you, but had only managed to fail.
You turn on your side for possibly the twentieth time, but the position only worsens your state as the flesh of your thighs squeeze unintentionally, a wave of brief relief sent to your throbbing core. Tears brim your lashes, damp with frustration because fuck, your body was humming with lust and everything was so, so sensitive.
This was all Loganâs fault.
The man has been gone less than a week and yet, your body was practically vibrating with need, trembling with desire.
The feelings you harbor make you feel shameful and guilty for a handful of reasons.
Logan was not your boyfriend; he wasnât even a friend. While he was cordial with the others in the mansion, he remained cold and indifferent toward you.
You pretended it never bothered you when he pointedly ignored your greetings in passing or refused to partner up with you. You didnât understand what youâd done to upset him, to warrant his treatment of you as if you were the most annoying person on the planet. More often than not, you are the subject of the manâs pointed glare.
So, logically, your heart shouldnât race at the mere thought of him. Nor should desire pool between your thighs whenever images of his sweaty form cloud your mind.
By definition, you were immensely smart; a genius with how you could understand what others could not.
Though, you were only human and Logan fucking Howlett was a man worth embarrassing yourself over, especially when he looked like he did.
He wasnât, your mind huffed.
He was, your heart retorted.
A memory comes forward, one that has your cheeks blushing, your chest rising a little faster than before.
A couple weeks ago, youâd been up late, struggling to sleep and with the way it evaded you, wandering the halls had been your solution, in hopes of tiring yourself out.
But when you had walked down your hallway, you froze at the sight of a shirtless Logan in his room, the door left ajar.
A towel covered his head as he scrubbed away the wetness in his hair, and you desperately hoped he hadnât noticed your presence. Water dribbled down his muscular body, and your eyes greedily watched each droplet descend down, glistening against the tan stomach you wanted to bite. What really had you drooling, however, was the thick, prominent vein that crept down into the waistband of his gray sweatpants. Said pants had your eyes wide with the prominent bulge tented in the material.
When you just barely caught yourself from moaning, you had dashed back to your room right away. You were wide awake still, but for a completely different reason. All you could think about was tracing your tongue along that vein.
If youâd fucked yourself that night to the thought of him and his glistening torso, no one had to know.
So theoretically, if you gave in to your cravings, it wouldnât be the first time, but it certainly wouldnât make you feel any less guilty.
Scarlett hues dust your cheekbones, lips bitten until theyâre swollen and shiny with spit. Your breasts ache from inside the confines of the pink, lacy shirt, made worse with each labored breath you inhale as perky nipples brush the material. Your hole feels incredibly empty, the need to be filled overpowering. Your clit, puffy and neglected, throbs with pure, searing need.
Another wave of aching pleasure from your wetness breaks your resolveâ a shaky hand slipping from its place on your stomach down, down, down until cold fingers meet the mess between your thighs.
A gasp sounds, melodic as it swirls with heavy breathes, fluttering around the room as you brush over your clit. Even through the material of your underwear, the slight pressure of your fingers made you mewl.
Flashes of Logan dance behind closed lids, your imagination running wild while you messily swirl over your bundle of nerves.
You wanted him so, so bad, in every way possible, it actually hurt, both your heart and core.
Your mind submerges your consciousness with thoughts of him; his pretty hazel eyes, the slope of his nose, the tufts of his brown hair. The muscles that were constantly on display, his thick thighs that you wanted to ride until you came all over him, and the huge bulge that was ever present in those flattering jeans of his (and if it was a reoccurring fantasy of yours to ride that delicious bulge over his jeans until you both came from just dry humping, againâ no one had to know).
Even if you wanted to, you couldnât stop thinking about Logan.
Him hovering over you, dog tags swinging in your face as he fucked you hard. Him picking you up and taking you against the nearest surface, lips trapped in an erotic kiss. Him prying your thighs open as he licked up your pussy, tongue dipping into your hole to lap up all the desire pooling, his lips wrapping around the swollen bud and sucking violently. Him holding your face lovingly as his hips thrusted his cock deeper into your throat, groans spilling at the gag youâd let out.
You were split between wanting to sink down onto his cock and rut your swollen nub against the curls that nestled the base of him and stuffing his dick down your throat, gagging around him until he came and coated your throat with his spend.
You didnât even bother to remove the damp underwear, instead circling the engorged bud over the materialâ and oh, fuck. The roughness of the lace mixed with the delicious rubbing of your fingers send little moans tumbling from parted lips.
Your unoccupied hand slips under the shirt covering your chest and only settle once your nipple is pinched between determined fingers, rolling the pert bud in tandem with the amorous touch of your hand on your sex.
Pleasure nips at your pelvis, and if you were a little more aware, youâd be embarrassed at how fast you to reaching your peak. But, as it is, your brain is completely hazy with wanton thinking and the only thing on your mind was lessening the ache that pulsates deep within you.
And fuck, youâre so fucking needy for logan that you try to pretend itâs his fingers abusing your clit, his fingers tugging at the sensitive buds of your chest. You want his tongue between your thighs, licking up your desire and sucking your puffy bud into his pretty mouth.
Chest rising rapidly, you feel overwhelmed at the fantasies swirling before your eyes. Its far too muchâ the mix of your filthy desires and your fingers rubbing your nub have your legs quivering as wetness coats your hand.
âLogan, Logan, Loganââ The chant of his name mindlessly falls from you, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you, threatening to pull you under those soaring, unforgiving waves of pleasure.
Eyes snap shut, ears ring with white noise, and your hips hump your hand pitifullyâ you were an absolute, writhing mess against the sheets.
The hair messily strewn around your pillow shifts then from its natural state to a dark red. Even with your eyes shut, you could feel the vermillion light whirling at your fingertips, begging to be released.
Your mutation was not one of subtlety.
Searing bliss coils in your lower tummy, your button tingling with the after effects of the orgasm that crashed into you. You sigh, because even though you just came, you felt far from satisfied. Your body buzzes with sweltering hunger, all the way from the top of your head down to the tips of your toes. Even if you fuck yourself dizzy with another orgasm, you knew it wonât satiate your body. Not completely, anyway.
Before you could slip your fingers inside your weeping hole, a loud knock echos through your room.
You still; desperate and hoping that if you ignored the noise, whoever was knocking would simply go away. But when another rhythmic thump comes a few seconds later, you huff.
Itâs well past midnight at this point, so who in their right mind would be going about and slamming their fists on your door?
Apparently, you arent moving fast enough when the person has the nerve to knock for a third time, hand a little heavier than before. A growl, tinged with annoyance, slips out as you fling yourself up and off the bed.
You stomp to the door, ready to tell the person on the other side to fuck off.
But when you actually swing open the mahogany door, all the anger simmering beneath your heated skin disappears, along with your breath, as your eyes take in the sight before you.
Logan Howlett stands before you, seemingly angry as a frown etches deep on his face. He glares at you, hazel eyes swarming with exasperation and something unknown.
And little did you know, all of your craziest, fatal fantasies were about to come true.
âĽ
The moment Logan steps into the mansion, finally back from the complete shit show of a mission Charles had sent him on, he tenses instantly.
His fingers clench into fists, tight enough that the skin turns white. The adamantium claws threaten to poke through his knuckles as he inhales deeply.
Big mistake.
That sweet, sweet scent swarms his heightened senses, the intoxicating smell nearly making him dizzy. His heart speeds up, his stomach flutters, and his cock twitches in the confines of his jeans.
Logan could fucking smell you.
Itâs a heady aroma thats so completely you, that his body feels deranged, just about ready to march up those steps and break down your door.
He shakes himself loose from the metaphorical shackles of you and begins the journey to his room, trying to block out how delicious and syrupy you smell.
He decides then, as his body finally moves up the steps, that ignoring you is the best option.
But as he gets closer to the hallway he shares with you (just his luck, by the way!), he realizes that plan is a joke.
He feels his control slipping, especially as the heady scent grows stronger, tinged with something elseâ something erotic and salacious.
Logan curses, his entire being rigid.
Youâre aroused, the smell seeping under the crack of the door giving you away instantly.
The idea of you whining as your pussy drips slick between your thighs has him grinding his teeth, fingers flexing and unflexing in an attempt to harness the control back to his body.
Though, it goes out the window entirely as his body is apruptly outside your door, unconsciously drawn to the very essence of you.
Thereâs a reason Logan has kept carefully crafted distance between the two of you.
The minute he was introduced to you, a new member of the x-men and teacher for the school, he knew he was fucked.
From the first look shared between you, he knew.
A pretty smile had graced your lips, eyes filled with joy as you greeted him, a hand outstretched in his direction as your hair swayed with your movements. In your cute, little outfit (a pretty, white lace dress that kissed the tops of your thighs, matched with baby pink pumps that accentuated your legs), he thought you looked like a princess.
He had stayed frozen, however, because he was assaulted with the fucking smell of you. It was nothing like heâd encountered before, and heâd been around for over a century.
Your scent was so fucking sweet, vanilla and honey permeated his nostrils and right in that moment, he wondered if you tasted as sweet as you smelt.
He knew that he had to keep his distance, otherwise heâd become addicted to you in every sense. If he let himself, heâd worship the very ground you walked on. He couldnât risk having the walls heâd spent so long building to crumble.
And in an instant, he was angry that his body had reacted this way to someone heâd never even met. He was angry he wanted to press sweet kisses on your face while simultaneously wanting to fuck you on his cock until you screamed his name.
So, with that, heâd made up his mind.
He had simply glared at you, refused to acknowledge your existence and stormed out of Charlesâ office. And since that day, heâs tried his hardest to pretend you didnât existâ if only to ease the way you constantly haunted his every thought.
He pretended it didnât kill him to see how your face would crumble at his rude behavior, at how he avoided you at all costs. He couldnât help it, though, because if he treated you how he wanted, like the princess you were, heâd never let you go.
A sudden noise shakes him from the depths of his mind, that carnal, sensual essence growing stronger by the second.
âLogan, Logan, Logan,â your honeyed voice whines, all airy and light.
And itâs almost comical how the telltale snikt! sounds immediately after because what?
What the fuck? He thinks, mind utterly destroyed at the revelation that not only were you seemingly fucking yourself, but you were moaning his name.
Logan growls, low and dangerous as his claws reveal themselves, cutting through the skin of his knuckles. His body feels unnaturally hot, practically set on fire. His cock now uncomfortably hard in his jeans, lustful essence bubbling at his tip and no doubt staining his boxers.
With the wafts of your pretty aroma and sounds of your lewd whimpers, he knows he canât resist you any longer.
His hand lifts, claws retracting as his heavy fist slams on your door.
And the sight of you, face shiny with a sheen of sweat has him choking on his own saliva.
Tonight was the night his control finally snaps, despite months of work put into avoiding you.
Logan knows his animalistic side is about to be released; heâs going to fucking ruin you.
âĽ
You gulp, a hand resting on the door frame as you stand frozen because honestly, what the fuck?
You deduce that the universe hates you because why? Why would the man youâd been thinking of while masturbating be right in front of you?
It only dawns on you when Loganâs gaze swipes over your figure that youâre basically naked. Clad only in your blushed, frilly top and the matching underwear, the latter soaked with both your arousal and release.
You shrink beneath his eyes, warmth simmering hot on the apples of your cheeks, and your mouth opens and closes, yet no words follow.
âUhâ Logan, hey!â Your voice is shaky, and whether itâs from the power of your release or the nerves that bumble beneath your skin at the man before you, you couldnât tell. All you know is that you want the ground to swallow you up whole.
Logan doesnât respond, just continues to stare at you in a way that you donât understand. You assume heâs just gotten home from the very long mission, and confusion settles over you as to why he was at your door, especially considering how he badly despises you.
Youâre about to voice that exact thought when Logan beats you to speaking.
âI heard you.â His gruff tone is coated in something darker than youâd ever heard before.
For a moment, youâre perplexed, brows furrowing and raising before your eyes go comically wide.
Andâ oh, oh.
âCan smell you, too.â
Heat licks at your whole body, embarrassment threatening to envelope you entirely. Tears of horror tickle your lash line, because this was probably the most painful moment of your life. Not only does the man hate you, but now heâs heard you moan his name as you came all over your fingers? How pathetic are you?
You open your mouth, an apology heavy on your tongue. You need to say something to quell the panic flooding your bodyâ youâre never going to get over this
Though, before you can even speak, Logan slams his mouth onto yours.
He holds your head softly, a deep contrast to the way his lips melt over yours. A moan slips from your open mouth, the feel of his lips sucking at your bottom lip feels immensely intense and so, so good.
Your arms wrap around his neck, fingertips tangling themselves in the hair at his nape like youâve wanted to do since the very day you met him.
âLoganââ you whimper against his mouth, trying and failing to understand what the fuck was happening as he slips his tongue inside your wet, warm mouth. âLogan.â
He ignores you, grunting against your spit, slick lips as his hands travel down your curves, until they find purchase on your ass, gripping hard. A choked gasp spills from you as he suddenly paws at you, picking you up effortlessly in his strong arms.
The idea of him holding you up with no hesitation has your hips shuddering forward without your permission. Vaguely, you feel him move past the threshold of your door, slamming it shut before pressing your body up against the wood.
Logan switches between licking your tongue and sucking meanly at your lips, until they feel full and swollen with his attention. Youâre pliantâ almost willing to let him do anything heâd like to you.
Almost.
As good as his tongue feels dancing with yours, confusion still settles over your mind. Perhaps this was a dream and if thatâs the case, you never want to wake up.
âWaitâwait.â You pull back, the questions swirling inside probing you until itâs impossible to ignore.
âHuh, baby?â Logan groans, teeth pulling at your bottom lip before sucking at the swollen skin.
Babybabybabybabybabyâ the pet name clouds your senses for a second, a rush of arousal pooling at your hole. You want to cry at how that simple, simple word makes you feel.
âStop that.â You mumble, pulling your head back and lips out of his reach.
Logan stares at you, silent but waiting as he waits for you say whatever is on your mind. Frankly, he wants his tongue to be buried deep in your cunt right about now, but, details.
âWhat is going on?â Breathless, the question settles between you, causing Loganâs brow to raise.
âWell, my tongue was just in your mouthââ you slap his chest, face turning warm at his bluntness.
âNot that. Iâmâ why are you here? Why are you kissing me when you canât stand me?â Your voice is quiet, insecurity present in your tone. Nimble fingers grasp the dog tags that rest on his chest, and youâve never been grateful for it.
At that, Loganâs face scrunches up, confusion floating around his irises, lips curving downward.
âWhat are you talking about?â If it wasnât for the genuineness in his voice, you wouldâve smacked his chest again at how clueless he was.
âWhat do you mean? Youâve made it very clear how you feel about me; youâve despised my entire existence the moment we metâ wait, I canât even say that because you didnât even have the decency to greet me!â
Frustration hovers over you heavily, enough to snap you out of the lustful spell Logan often inflicts upon you. You slide down his body, ignoring the quiver of your cunt when you make contact with his jean clad bulge. You push at his chest, needing distance to ensure you actually get your words out and donât end up back with his tongue down your throat.
âI donât hate you.â Logan grunts out, staring at you as you pace the wooden floors of the room. Vaguely, heâs paying attention, but he canât be blamed for the way his eyes focus on the way your ass shifts with each step, the plush skin so inviting as the lace cup each cheek. âWhatâre you on about?â
Frankly, Loganâs pissing you off. The vague answers are getting on your nerves, enough that you feel yourself snap.
Your hair swiftly turns bright red, a scarlet blossoming over the strands until they coat them completely. Your emotions could never quite be concealed, not with the way your hair would turn different variations of red when you were angry, furious, sad, happy, aroused.
âYouâve been a dick to me, treating me like shit for no reason and now you think you can just waltz in here and kiss me like that? You think you can pretend to want me when we both know thatâs not true?â
Balls of fiery, red energy bloom at your fingertips, and though you stand in your pretty pink assortment, you look the part of threatening.
Itâs too bad the abrupt display of your mutation, mixed with fiery words, has Loganâs cock jerking with want.
âSometimes, I question whether or not youâre actually a genius.â
And just like that, you feel the words like a punch to the gut. Youâre so mad, so blind by the intense emotions you feel for Logan, that you feel those pesky flames of energy moving up your wrist and forearm, a telltale sign of your anger.
âFuck you, Logan.â You hiss, your fingers hot with the heat coursing through them.
What pisses you off more, to which your hair and eyes darken to a dangerous maroon, is the fact that Logan wears a faint smirk, watching you with humor as if you arenât showcasing how pissed you are.
âAre you done yet?â Logan takes a step closer, uncaring of the way your mutation flares furiously at his presence.
âLogan, leave me alone. I donât need you to sit here and pretend to want me. I donât need you to make fun of me, either.â Huffing, you glare up at the man before you, who stares back just as pointedly.
You turn around, back facing him as you go to enter the attached bathroom when all at once, youâre spun back around by a hand on your nape, your neck in a delicious tight grip as Logan pulls you into his body, smashing his mouth on yours for the second time tonight.
Your body betrays you, a desperate whimper ebbs out at how fucking good Loganâs lips feel on yours.
His teeth bite down on your top lip, before suckling sweetly to combat the pain flourishing there. You moan, mouth falling open as he messily kisses you. The intoxicating taste of him swarms your tastebuds, his tongue swirling with yours in a way that leaves you dizzy with need.
A string of spit connects between your mouths as Logan pulls away, chuckling meanly when you promptly follow the warm wetness of his lips. A rough hand grips your throat again, tight enough to leave you feeling breathless but delicious enough to make your cunt squeeze around nothing.
âSo thatâs what you think, princess? That I donât want you?â Loganâs fingers flex around your throat, gripping at your jaw to capture all of your attention. As if you were anything but than enamored with him. âYou think thatâs what Iâve been doing, huh?â
You can only stare up at him as your heartbeat rings loudly through your eardrums. A hand goes to tug at his shirt, an attempt to steady yourself, but Loganâs faster as he grabs your wrist.
âAnswer me.â He whispers hotly as the hand holding yours captive moves to intertwine your fingers.
The touch of him, the hold on your throat and roughness of his fingers in yours, renders you speechless. Youâre so overcome with your emotions that you can only manage to nod. The weight of you goes limp in his hold, silently begging him to do something to satiate the hunger burning every inch of you.
âWords, baby. Got nothing to say now, huh?â He taunts, his grip leaving your neck in favor of thumbing at your lips.
âYesâ I, itâs what itâs seemed like, what youâve made me feel. Thought you hated me.â
Loganâs nose twitches, no doubt smelling your arousal as it leaks into the material covering you, ruining the lace.
âCouldnât be more wrong,â He groans, pushing his thumb past the soft of your lips. His knees nearly buckle at the feel of your mouth closing and sucking his thumb, tongue rolling up against the skin as though it was his cock instead. âShit, baby.â
You whine around his finger, eyes fluttering up at him in a way that has his dick aching for you.
âFuck, been dreaming about you since the day we met. Been dreaming of you in every way possible.â He admits, a smile tugging at his lips at the way you freeze, lips leaving his thumb with a âpopâ.
âWhat?â Itâs a whisper, barely audible but he heard it all the same. The butterflies in your stomach are now having a complete rager, bolts of anxiousness kissing your skin.
âOf course.â Logan leanes down, pressing a kiss to your wet lips. âKnew the second I saw you youâd ruin me, so I just⌠stayed away. I never meant to make you think the worst. Mâsorry, honey.â
This was not the way youâd expected tonight to go.
Itâs as though all the confusion, anger, and sadness drain from you and, in its place,its full of the tremulous feeling of the admission.
And despite the fact that youâd fucked yourself thinking about him, and heâd heard, you feel incredibly shy. You drop your head to his hard chest, your hands squeezing his own where he holds them.
âI donât know what to say.â You utter, brain all muddled and no other thoughts come forth as Logan haunts every inch of your mind. You feel like an idiot, even though Logan had acted like a dick for the better part youâd known him.
Logan simply lifts your head, invading your senses as his nose bumps yours.
âYou were a dick.â Itâs spoken factually, making him huff against your face.
âI know.â
âYou couldâve kissed me months ago.â
âCan I kiss you now?â
His quick reply leaves you flushing, but when you nod, his lips are back on yours instantly, in their rightful place.
The kiss is messy; hot, wet, and dirty. Logan groans when you jump up, strong arms catching your thighs in a tight grip. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lose yourself in the thrilling taste of his mouth. You unconsciously start humping him, dragging your drenched panties across his hard dick.
You suck on his tongue before capturing his lip between your teeth, nails dragging down his shoulder blades. A loud, feral growl escapes Logan, and without another thought, he throws your pliant body on the bed.
And at the sight of you, Logan feels like heâs about to come right then and there. In your skimpy outfit, so much plush, soft skin is on display. The hair tumbling from your shoulders has turned a dark cherry color during your kiss, and your hands are tickled with red energy thatâs twirling up your arms, not unlike the way vines thread onto an old home.
This time, though, he knows youâre not upset, but instead, aroused.
He can smell the way your slick seeps from your fluttering hole, how it sticks to the skin of your thighs.
And fuck, he wants to sink his face right in front of your pussy and inhale until heâs woozy with the complete perfume of you.
So, thatâs exactly what he does.
Your eyes widen as Logan drops onto the floor in front of the bed, yanking your body to the edge. Your lower half is completely in his grip, and he stares at you for a moment, eyes hazy with lust. Then, heâs pulling your pussy all the way up to his nose. The feel of him so close to your puffy lips has you clenching, even more so when he lowers his head and fucking sniffs you.
âFuck, baby. Been dreaming of this since the minute I saw you. Smells so fuckinâ sweet.â Logan inhales deeply again, smattering messy, open mouthed kisses to the skin of your upper thigh. âYou donât know how many times Iâve wanted to throw you over my shoulder, get you alone and eat this pussy.â
âLogan!â You whimper out. The sound is completely feeble but you couldnât care less, not with the way heâs sucking bruises into your skin. âPlease, please.â
Spurred on by your whines, he sinks his canines into the skin, where your thigh meets the lips of your core.
Pain simmers into pleasure as the sting is followed by his tongue. Rosy splotches decorate your upper thighs, a preview of the bruises that will glaze the skin tomorrow. Logan does this until heâs satisfied with how his teeth imprint the skin. Itâs as if itâs his way of solidifying that youâre his, like heâs staking his claim with his bruises smattering your thighs.
At some point your hand finds purchase in his hair, pawing at the tufts and tugging his face closer to where you need him most. He groans, the pain at his scalp sending jolts of desire throughout his body.
He sneaks a look up at you, and shit, youâre the prettiest thing heâs ever seen. Your head is thrown back, sending those rebellious, red strands fluttering around you. Your hips are canting up to his mouth, and the smell of you, mixed with the previous orgasm youâd worked out before he interrupted, sends his senses in overdrive.
He knows heâd tortured you both enough when you canât stop shivering with need, when his own hips brush against the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, Logan licks a long, wet stripe up your clothed pussy, suctioning around your enlarged clit.
The taste of you, heady, sweet, and so distinctly you, floods his tongue. He knew youâd taste good, but this? Oh, he wanted to drink you up all hours of the day.
With a growl, Logan tuggs the lace aside and loses it. He sucks, licks, and mouthed at your cunt like a man starved. His tongue dips into your hole before licking up and down your slit.
Moans of his name sound around the walls of your room, along with the filthy noise of his lips sucking your swollen button.
Youâve never felt like this before; the way heâs eating you out has your entire body on fire, and if you could see yourself, youâd see how ruby colored lines swirl all around your hands, how your hair practically glows with the intensity of your feelings.
Heâd been attracted to you the minute he saw youâ but the way you look when your mutation is at work? The way your hair grows shades of intoxicating reds and the way the fiery energy glows from the tips of your fingers to your elbows? Oh, how it fucking wrecks him. He just wants to keep you captive in this bedroom for all of eternity, if only to see you like this all the time.
âFeels so fucking good, fuck.â Youâre a blubbering mess, hands tugging Loganâs hair hard, resulting in a moan that vibrates your pussy.
âMine.â He grunts, and you gasp at the sensation of saliva as he spits directly onto your clit. âMy fuckinâ pussy.â
Then, he latches his soft lips around your puffy bud and sucks hard. His dirty words and lucious mouth have your thighs shivering, hips bucking with insatiable need.
Like youâd done when you were alone and thinking about him, whimpers of âLoganâ slip past bitten lips as you rut against his face.
âThatâs it, baby, say my name. Taste so fuckinâ good.â He humms against the slick, swell of your pussy.
A stream of âfuckfuckfuckâ is audible from open lips, forming an âoâ as the rush of delicious, hot pleasure pours over you completely.
As you come down, the pleasure fizzles out and overwhelming bursts of overstimulation bubble over you. Logan continues to lap at your wetness, groaning at your taste.
âSâtoo much, Logan.â Shaky hands grip his brown locks and you try and fail to bring the man away from your throbbing hole. His tongue laps at the taste of you, dipping in as deep as he could to savor every last drop. âOh, fuck.â
âTaste too fuckinâ sweet, baby. Canât help it.â
Logan grips tightly at your thighs, cruelly pinching at the flesh as he devours your pretty clit.
He canât get enough, and seemingly, neither can you, with the way you buck into his warm, slick mouth despite the crushing pleasure. The material of your underwear snaps against you as Loganâs grip loosens, but he still eats you out as though there was no barrier.
His soft lips and dangerous tongue make it difficult to do anything but take the mind-numbing pleasure.
Heâs content to stay here; between your gorgeous thighs and ravage your cunt all night, pull orgasms from you until you forget everything except the syllables that make up his name.
Except, the words that come from you have him still against you, his cock jerking and responding immediately to the addictive tilt of your voice.
âLoganâ Logan, wanna suck your cock. Please.â
It was as though you were made for himâ every inch of you riles him up like no one else has before and he has to take a deep, deep breath to refrain from coming in his jeans like a damn virgin.
With one last lick up your lace covered cunt, his face is suddenly above yours, the sight is lethal. The entirety of his lower face wears your wetness with pride, glistening and gleaming in the lowlight of the room. His eyes look animalistic, the hazel taken over by the black of dilated pupils.
Logan looks at you like he wants to fucking destroy you. You know without a doubt youâd let him.
A sweet kiss is pressed against your lips, a warm caress of his tongue on yours, the musky taste of your pussy causing you to part your thighs further. You whine once more, because you crave the heady taste of his cock; your mouth salivates at the thought of his tip heavy on your tongue.
âEasy, honey. Can smell how bad you want it.â
If you were less intoxicated by lust, youâd be mortified at the knowledge Logan can smell your arousal right now.
âLogan.â Pathetic whimpers and moans against his mouth have him pulling back, gritting his teeth to force himself to get a grip. It doesnât work, not with the way youâre spread out below him, face pretty with a tiny that vaguely mimics the hue of your top and panties.âPlease.â
How is he meant to last when you sound like that? All fucked out from just his tongue alone?
âCâmereâ.â Logan mutters, tugging your body all the way up his chest, maneuvering you until your pussy is hovering above his mouth, facing his cock.
Completely fucked out, saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of his bulge, massive even in the confines of jeans.
Youâre confused as to why Logan has put you on his chest, but it makes sense when he pulls your thighs down, mouth finding your wet, sopping sex once more.
You cry out, hips jolting at the way his tongue push the fabric away from your puffiness, immediately wrapping around your clit. At the way you were shaking on his face, unmoving besides the subtle thrusts of hips, he stops.
âLoââ
âGo on then, baby. Suck my cock, just like you wanted.â
And oh, you both feel the slick that follows after those rasped words fill the air.
Only once you undo that damn belt buckle and pull both his jeans and boxers down, just enough to see the way his cock bounced out, wet at the red, swollen tip, does Logan resume licking up your pussy.
Fueled by the return of those talented lips, you lean forward without another thought.
Licking from base to tip, a moan vibrates against his cock as you hum, a taste so distinctly Logan making you feel light and warm. You lick up and down him sloppy, spitting on the tip of him as you slick his dick up, before finally wrapping your lips around him.
âFuck.â His growl is borderning on feral; his teeth finding purchase on your asscheek and biting, an attempt to ground himself. It only serves to have his hips jump at the feel of you whining on him, sucking him down so fucking good. âFuck, knew youâd be good with that pretty fuckinâ mouth.â
Heâs so focused on the way youâve started bobbing up and down the length of him, overcome with euphoria at the warmth and wetness as you suck and swirl your tongue, that heâs stopped his attention to your pussy, something heâs only reminded of as you wiggle impatiently over him.
âSorry, princess, youâre driving me fuckinâ crazy.â He grits out, fingers gripping the flesh of your thighs at the little âhmph!â you let out, pulling off his cock.
Though he canât see you, he knows thereâs a string of spit that spans from your swollen lips to his pulsating cock. He shutters, overwhelmed by you entirely, before burying his face into your weepy cunt.
âOh! Logan, feels so good!â With a pathetic little whimper, his cock fills your mouth again as you sink down, satisfied with the way his tongue is licking at you.
A blend of moans sound as he wraps his lips around your puffed clit, as you ease his cock into your throat.
Loganâs eating you out in a frenzy, crazed by the tang of you soaking his mouth, chin, and nose. Despite the warmth bubbling in his stomach, heâs determined to make you come on his tongue again.
When thick fingers nudge into your hole unexpectedly, you mewl at the blissful feeling.
Loganâs fingers work steadily inside you in tandem with the way his mouth suckles divinely at your button. Youâre an absolute messâ grinding down on his face, riding his digits, gagging as Loganâs hips match the pace of his fingers, grunts vibrating against you as he fucks your throat.
Logan curls his fingers in a way that has you seeing every fucking color of the rainbow. You come, moaning around the base of his cock and rocking back and forth on his fingers and mouth, muffled sobs spilling from your stuffed mouth.
When he feels you shivering on his tongue, overstimulated and sensitive, he pulls away from your center, the soaked fabric of your panties falling back into place once more.
Your mouth is still full of him, lips lazily sucking him down as your body tries to get ahold of the white hot pleasure still coursing through you.
âCâmere, baby.â
Itâs a soft whisper against your thigh, but it settles over you, his soothing voice swirling around your shaky body like a warm blanket. Letting his cock fall from your lips, you scramble as fast as your body allows before you find yourself straddling Logan, staring down at the man with cloudy, wet eyes.
And maybe Logan is sickâ because the sight of tears spilling over your cheeks has his cock unbelievably hard, a growl threatening to tumble out at the way your pretty, crimson hair spills over your shoulders.
Still, he wants to make sure youâre okay.
âWhatâs wrong, honey?â Logan watches at the way a small smile graces your features, even as tears continue to glisten your lash line. âYou okay?â
âNothing's wrong, just feel so good.â Your voice is a little hoarse, no doubt from the way his dick was fucking your whiny mouth. Your voice is still the sweetest thing heâs ever heard, those few words going straight to his dick.
Logan feels his own lips tug upwards as you speak. Even though heâs fucked you silly and stolen two orgasms, he tenses with desire as he notes the want dancing in your irises.
âGood.â
âMhmm.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, a moment where hungry eyes lock in on one another, sensual energy threatening to burst.
Then, in a flash, lips are locked and tongues whirl together familiarly. Itâs a hot, lewd kiss filled to the brim with desireâ the passion almost too much with how it lights up every inch of your bodies, a fire threatening to spread.
Neither of you are sure who moved firstâ but it doesnât matter because the way Loganâs hand wraps around your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail in a tight grip, steals your attention.
If someone were to see the two of you, they would see how desperate and needy you both were.
Youâre kissing Loganâs top lip, biting before soothing the sting with a sweet, soft suck. Your thighs are spread over his own entirely and your position has your cunt settling over his cock nicely. Loganâs free hand grips the skin of your ass tight, guiding as you grind against him, the soaked panties catching on the tip of him with each thrust. The fingers tangled in your hair are unforgiving, tugging harshly as Logan grunts into your open mouth.
Youâre both a mess of passion and lustâ and your body thrums with the idea of his cock inside you.
âSuch a good girl, thatâs it. Fuckââ Logan nearly whines, the feel of your wetness on his bulge has him trapping your lips in another all consuming kiss.
Your hands, lit up with energy, find purchase in his pretty hair, yanking as he kisses you vulgar, because everything is somehow too much and not enough.
âLoganâ need you. Need you so bad, baby.â
Logan wants to eat you up entirelyâ somehow youâre still not satiated, rubbing your slick all over his lap and begging him for more. If he was a better man, he wouldâve fucked you already. As it is, he likes it a little too much hearing you beg for him.
âShhh, you got me, honey. Iâm right here.â
âFuck me, please. Need you inside, Logan.â
Thereâs tears in your eyes again, ready to spill over if the ache between your thighs isnât soothed in the next five minutes. Youâre clinging to him, hips stuttering because itâs just not enough and you both know it.
âMy poor baby.â He sighs, the words somehow a mix of condescending and genuine and it makes you cry out. âSo needy, huh?â
âJust for you.â The way you say it, itâs a message you both understandâ you need him in every way possible, not just sexually.
He wonders if you know just how badly he needs you, especially now that heâs got a taste of you.
âIâm yoursââ you start, but itâs cut off by the squeak you emit when youâre suddenly flipped over, Loganâs muscular form hovering over you, his dog tags swinging between you.
âYouâre mine.â Itâs not a question, but a statement and it sends a thrill over you.
âYours.â Youâre nodding, eyes wide and so fucking pretty that it makes Logan squeeze his hands, the metal of his claws threatening to break through the skin.
He pulls his shirt off then, pride filling his chest at the way your eyes glaze over, a lip taken between your teeth as you stare at the vein that leads to his cock, which is pulsing with the promise of release.
He doesnât comment on your lustful eyes, instead tracing his fingers down your body, until he reaches the hem of your baby pink lace. It doesnât leave much to the imagination but Logan might break something if he doesnât see your tits in all their glory.
You get the message, leaning up and slowly pulling the fabric from your chest, your breasts and midsection on full display. If he hadnât already eaten you out twice, you wouldâve moved to cover your taut nipples. Instead, you grip the chain of his necklace and pull him back down with you, sighing when youâre chest to chest.
âDo you know how long Iâve wanted this?â He says, pecking your lips once, licking a stripe down your throat. Wetness coats both nipples as his tongue swirls over them. âDo you know how badly Iâve wanted to have you under me?â
You moan, nails digging into his shoulder blades at the fluttery feeling his lips bring, deep enough to elicit blood from his skin. Logan groans, head tipping back as his hips thrust down suddenly, the tip of his cock ramming into your clit.
âFuck, Logan.â Your hands span the expanse of his back, scratching each time he bumps your button just right. His jeans are still on, resting just below his thighs and something about the way he couldnât even get up to properly take them off makes you shudder.
Heâs rutting against you now, dick rubbing filthy over your panties and it dawns on you then that he hasnât come yet, too preoccupied with taking care of you.
Determined, you slide one hand onto his asscheek, pushing him further into you, while your other grips his chin, pulling his mouth to yours in a slick, open-mouth kiss.
âCâmon Logan, fuck me, please.â
Logan turns into something animalistic thenâ flipping you over without warning, caging you between his arms. Your gasp is audible as he yanks your wet lace to the side, before thrusting forward, and fucks his cock into you with one thrust.
âOh my god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meââ the feel of Logan finally inside you had you absolutely fucking drunk on the feel of him.
âTryinâ to, baby.â He grits, arms flexing beside your head, fingers intertwining with yours as he sinks into you, inch by inch, until you were filled to the brim.
Loganâs body covers yours, lips pressing all over your shoulder blades to soothe the little whines you let out at how fucking full you felt. Itâs everything you want and moreâ you want to memorize the feel of him, every ridge and vein as he bottoms out.
âBaby,â he grunts, fingers flexing with yours as he stays still, for your sake. âSo fuckinâ tight, so fuckinâ wet.â
And it was trueâ despite the fact that heâs huge, he slipped in easily because of the mess you created, a slick mix of your come and desire that seeps from you.
âLogan, fuck me, please.â You ask so sweetly, as if you werenât impaled by his cock right now.
With that, he slips out of you slowly, before fucking into you hard, deep. Then, he fucking ravishes youâ creating a steady, fast paced rhythm and fucking you dumb with his cock.
Youâre a whiny mess. Your hair grows darker, hands glittering between his grip each time he slams into you, each time your cunt squeezes around him.
Completely cock drunk, your back arches, ass up and hips slamming back against his with your cheek pressing into the mattress as you sob.
Youâre so fucking needy that his own thighs are wet with your desireâ he growls at the sight, fucking you even faster.
âYouâre mine. Have been since you came here.â Logan growled, releasing your fingers in favor of gripping your hair and pulling you up until you were pressed into his chest. âMy fuckinâ girl.â
âYours!â You cry, tears rolling down your face. Your entire body jolts with pleasure, and you feel like you couldnât breathe, not with how euphoria threatens to smother you. âMâso close!â
âI know, honey, I know. Can feel you fuckinâ squeezinâ around me.â Logan moans out, pushing you back down into the mattress and finding purchase on your hips, pulling you back hard. âGonna come all over me?â
You donât answer, instead crying out as you feel a sharp flash of pain on your asscheek, Loganâs hand swift and quick. The pain mixes into pleasure when he rubs at the red skin, pressing sweet kisses on your back.
He wishes you could see yourself right now; maybe then you would understand why he was so intoxicated by you.
Your pretty body is bent over, ass up and face in the sheets as whimpers seep out. The lace that drove him crazy is yanked to the side, grazing his cock each time he drove deeper inside you. Youâre so beautiful like this, he wants to keep you forever.
Sweet, little âuh,uhâsâ fill Loganâs ears as he speeds up, pulling you back up once more against his chest. He wants to be as close as fucking possible, the feel of your skin on his almost searing.
You turn your head back, lips seeking out his own. He kisses you, sucking at your lips as he continues to fuck you vigorously.
The fluttery feeling of your cunt squeezing around him suddenly sends him over the edgeâ low groans falling in your open mouth as hot, searing spurts of come coat your walls.
Knowing that Logan had lost it, finally giving into the temptation like youâd been doing all night, has you whining as your own orgasm surrounds your entire being.
âBabyââ Logan thrusts shallowly, riding your orgasms out as long as he could; if he could, heâd never leave this feeling behind. Seemingly, you agreed as your nails dig into his forearms that hold you up, eyes squeezing shut at the overpowering bliss tingling everywhere. âI got you, itâs okay.â
âLogan, fuck!â It comes out as a huff, head against his sweaty neck, body completely limp in his hold.
Youâd never been so incredibly sex-dazed in your life. From this moment onward, Logan has ruined you for anyone else.
Though, you hope there isnât anyone else.
Logan kisses your head before untangling from you; a smirk dancing across his usually gruff features at the little whine let out as he pulls out. He gently rolls you onto your back, laying your head tenderly on the pillows. It was such a stark difference to the rough way heâd fucked you minutes prior, but butterflies flutter around your stomach all the same.
You watch his eyes trail lower, landing on the mess between your thighs.
Logan is mesmerized by the sight; your pussy is destroyed , so wet with his come seeping out of your hole. Mindlessly, he lowers himself until heieye level with your sex. Sans any warning, his fingers are thrusted back inside.
He ignores your hiss in favor of trying to push his come back inside, to keep you full of him. His eyes meet yours, watching as your chest rises as you observe him. Thereâs a glint in your eye that has his heart stuttering.
âI want to kiss you.â You whisper, soft and a little bashful, as if he didnât have his fingers inside you. You look too fucking perfect, hair returning to its original color, eyes cloudy with unspoken words, a smile gracing your face.
How could he deny you when you looked like that?
Logan kisses your clit once, enjoying the way you jump before removing his fingers.
With those same digits, he sticks them in his mouth, sucking the flavor of you both and humming. He could hear the way your heart picked up at his actions. He releases them with a loud âpopâ, before finally coming back to you.
He hovers over you, and like youâd done earlier, soft hands pull at the chain until his lips melt with yours in a soft kiss. Logan pulls back, resting his head on yours, eyes connecting with yours.
âHi.â You giggle then, nose bumping his in the proximity.
âHi, baby.â Logan kisses your lips once more, before rolling beside you. You wouldâve whined at him if it werenât for the way he immediately pulls you onto his chest.
With your limbs tangled, a kiss pressed to your forehead, you think this could be heaven and if so, you never wanted to leave.
It was quiet for a momentâ the two of you content to listen to one anotherâs heartbeat, the breaths that fall from lips. Then, you break the silence, because of course you do.
âLogan?â
âHmm?â
âJust so you know, Iâm expecting you to take me out before you get me like this again.â You mutter against his slick chest, where your head rests as you wrap yourself around the man like a koala.
A deep laugh fills the room, chest rumbling because what the fuck?
Heâs fucked you, with his mouth and cock, and now youâre laying on him as his come seeps out of you and youâre demanding him to take you out?
He was going to in the first place, but he thinks itâs cute you decided for him.
Logan may be a man thatâs been alive for almost two centuries, practically immortal, but itâs completely possible youâll be the death of him.
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Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You - T.F.
Synopsis. When your date stands you up, youâre lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company!Â
Pairing. Bartender! Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, strangers to lovers, unprotected, pĂşssydrunk Toji, cĂşmplay, oral (female + male receiving), crĂŠampie, some heinous things with pantĂes, dirty talk, spitting, whĂskey, neither are drunk, absolutely filthy, pet names (doll), swearing.
Word count. 4.6k
A/N. Was originally gonna be Nanami but Toji mmmm
âSo, that date of yours is late, huh?â
You donât know what shocks you more - the question, or the voice from behind the counter - so very deep, tinged with just a bit of amusement.
Tearing your eyes away from the clock at the other end of the bar, it takes a second - and one look around the almost-empty room - for you to realize that shit the hot bartender was talking to you. Sputtering out a quick, âOh, yes, um-â quickly reading that faded nametag, â-Toji. Heâs a bit late.â
The man in front of you raises a brow, dark green eyes locked on the way you shift in your seat. He seemed a bit older, and - you gulp, eyeing the way his arms flex as he fumbles with the shaker - so undeniably attractive. Plowing on obliviously, âBoyfriend?â Â
You sigh, pinching your nose, âNo, some guy from a dating app. Itâs supposed to be our first date.âÂ
âFirst date?â Toji lets out a low whistle. âWay to make an impression, dunno what type of asshat would keep a pretty lilâ thing like you waiting.â
Cheeks flaring, you donât know what it is about him that makes you want to defend yourself, but it doesnât matter anyway - because whatever rambled excuse gets stuck in your throat at the sharp scrape of glass against the counter. Large hands gently placing a pretty pink daiquiri in front of you, Toji gives you a reassuring nod. âSâon the house till that dumbass shows up. Until then, you can keep me company, doll.â
Playing with the straw between your fingers, your eyes flit to the clock again - 8:10pm.
Well, there was still time. Right?Â
Nonsense, maybe.
Because itâs around 10:21pm when you conclude that no, there really wasnât still time, and your date seemed well and fully intent on completely embarrassing you. And now, him still nowhere in sight, lips a bit looser, you were having the time of your life complaining all about it to Toji.
â-no, I swear.â you groan over his low chuckle. âHe really gave me the âsorry, my dog ate my keysâ gem. And you know the best part?â Beckoning him over to whisper conspiratorially in his ear - heart stuttering at the heat of his proximity, âThe man doesnât even own a dog.â
Shaking his head, Toji seemed like he was drinking in your every word. âClassic. If yer gonna be late, at least make it interesting. Like, âI accidentally joined the circus on the way here.ââ
âMhm, Iâll have to keep that in mind for my next no-show date.â you grin, suddenly feeling a lot lighter than you were a few hours ago. Nowhere near tipsy, but definitely high off the conversation and the addictive scent of his cologne - the expensive kind that left you wondering whether all of him smelled this delicious.Â
âOr better yet, you could spend your time with someone who actually knows how to keep you entertained rather than some scrub.â
Snapping out of your little reverie, lifting your head just fast enough to catch the little smirk tugging Tojiâs lips. Managing to grit out, âSmooth, huh?â
âJust sayinâ.â he hums, before turning his back to organize the glasses on the shelf. And you canât help but traitorously admire his broad shoulders, cursing that t-shirt for being so goddamn tight that you could see the way his muscles ripple with each movement.Â
âBesides-â Catching the tail-end of Tojiâs question, â-neat whiskey for all the failed dates?â
You chuckle, âAh, I really shouldnât, the other customers will probably-â your sentence dies in your throat as a quick glance at the empty room showed that everyone else had eventually left - leaving just you. And Toji. Damn. Slow day, huh?
âWell, doll?â
Heaving out a shaky breath, you nod. Eyes zoning in on the way he expertly handles the glasses, so dizzyingly inviting. It makes a sheepish smile play at your lips, letting out a quiet little, âDespite all the shitty dates, Iâve actually never had whiskey neat before.â
Oh? That made him pause. Eyes widening ever-so-slightly as he sets down the glasses and leans in a little closer, breath hot against your face. âNever?â
âNever.â
âWell.â Toji muses. âThis overpriced shit canât be your first intro to neat whiskey. If youâre up for it, Iâve got a special 1926 Macallan stashed away in the back nâ can get it for us?â
Oh. Maybe it was that slow, silent grin that curls his lips, that sinful little scar moving as he does. Or maybe it was the way he places a hand on the counter to stare down so heavily at you. Probably it was just him - because you find yourself batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently, âOr I could just go with you?â
And shit if there was ever a time where Toji was sure he met his match then it might just be right now. Because that sultry lilâ smirk on your lips was killing him, making such a carnal little part of him twitch so dangerously. With a heavy nod, youâre following him through the dimly lit bar.
The back room is more of a VIP room than anything - cozy, lined with shelves of alcohol and leather furniture. Heady with the liquor and something so so Toji.Â
Youâre halfway through reading the title of a wine you could barely pronounce before heâs letting out a grunt of satisfaction from behind you, âExcuse me, doll.â Itâs all thatâs said before Tojiâs pressing up against you. His muscular arm just inches from your head, reaching for something from the very top shelf. And oh you could feel his abs rubbing up against your back, so warm and-Â
And then heâs pulling away.Â
It was quite hard to stomp down the disappointed whine that almost leaves your throat, and if you didnât know any better youâd have said something about the amused little glint in his eyes. Smug bastard knew what he was doing.Â
Instead focusing on the way he turns to show off a bottle with a deceivingly innocent reverence. âThis is going to be a real treat.â
Well. Two can play that game.
âIs that so?â you tilt your head, reaching out to grab the bottle neck, with not as much care of concern as you should have considering this was a million dollar whiskey. Swiftly unclasping the lid, focused only on the way Tojiâs breath hitches as you fist his t-shirt in your other hand to pull him close to you - so close.
Close enough that you could count every shade of green in those half-lidded eyes, long lashes fluttering as your breath fans his face. âSuch a shame we didnât bring our glasses, huh?â
Oh the devilish grin that splits across his face sends such delicious shivers down your spine - Toji gets your drift. Of course, he does. Because heâs squishing your cheeks together in an almost-embarrassing pout, fingers searing on your skin, lips ghosting yours, âYeah, real shame.âÂ
Immediately bringing the bottle to his mouth, letting the burning liquid pool on his tongue, he spits into your mouth, once. Twice.Â
A steady stream of whiskey, and spit. It tasted just like the acrid alcohol and sin. And Toji.Â
And it was so messy, smearing across your lips and trickling down your chin. Tilting your head back, you let it flow down your throat obscenely. Locked in his greedy gaze as you loll your tongue out to show off the way youâd swallowed everything he gave.Â
âMaybe I do like neat whiskey.â
And then heâs kissing you - and youâre kissing him because fuck Toji was intoxicating and just there. That little scar rubbing against your lips as he devours you so sloppily, all hard muscles and heated skin underneath your fingertips.Â
âFuck.â he hisses into your open mouth. Setting down the whiskey God-knows-where near the couch to pick you up like a ragdoll. Drinking in the cute lilâ gasp that leaves you as you wrap your legs around his slutty waist. Groping and kneading every inch of skin he could reach. âHow ya likinâ the Macallan, doll?â
âA âreal treatâ.â you mimic his earlier words, voice slightly broken as you feel his rock-hard cock through your wet panties, throbbing angrily against your cunt. Fuck, would you even be able to take him all?
âOh yeah?â
And before you can react youâre being pushed against the hard wall. Tojiâs lips dizzying on yours, fiddling with that godforsaken clasp on the back of your tight dress.Â
âShit.â he groans impatiently, wedging a knee between your legs, grinding against your wet pussy. âSuch a delicious meal all fâme but Iâve gotta get through this- fuckin-â rip! â-dressâ
Well, you expected your dress to end up on the floor somewhere, just not like this - tattered and hitting the ground of this back room behind the bar, faster than your jaw. And so do Tojiâs - pupils blown, eyes hooded as he takes in the heavenly view in front of him.Â
Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, licking like he couldnât stay away. âShit, doll. You were gonna wear this pretty lilâ number for that loser?â he sounds genuinely confused. Immediately tweaking and rolling your swollen nipples through the sheer fabric. âMâso fucking glad that bastard doesnât know what heâs missing out on.â
âT-Toji- ngh-â you mewl, as he lets your bra fall to the ground. Taking in one tit in his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around your areola. âWan- wanâ more-â
âNow now,â he tuts mockingly, delicate strings of spit connecting him to your breasts. âSârude to be the only one drinking. UnlessâŚâ Toji looks up at you through his thick lashes, âYou wanâ me to drink in that pretty lilâ cunt of yours?â
And shit that sounded like everything you ever wanted right now. All you can let out is a delirious little nod before Tojiâs dropping to his knees. So hard you wonder if it hurts - and maybe itâs the liquor, probably itâs the way heâs drunk off you - but he doesnât give a fuck.Â
âYeah, atta girl.â
Pulling down your panties in one, fluid motion, he tugs them underneath your legs, disappearing between his own, fumbling with his waistband. And if you angled your head just right you could see the slightest glimpse of Toji fisting his cock. Soaking your already-wet panties with his precum.
âAw, look at the way sheâs so wet fâme already.â he coos at your dripping cunt. Absolutely obsessed with the way youâre so drenched for him already. Slick beading through the flimsy fabric at each hot breath, oh Toji has half the mind to just take you right here, right now. But no, he wanted- needed a taste. Doesnât think he could live without it. âWonder if she tastes just as sweet as she looks.â
Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue is cut off by Toji burying himself face-first in your pussy. Licking a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds, pooling your slick on his tongue.Â
But it wasnât enough - it might never be. Because one taste of your pretty cunt and Toji is hooked.Â
With a low groan, heâs spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering pussy. Spreading it with his thumb before heâs diving back in nose-deep. Snaking a hand down to draw frenzied little circles on your swollen clit, letting your juices glisten all down his wrist.
âTaste sâfuckinâ good. Fucking sweet.â So hot and maybe you shouldâve gotten an inkling with how sloppy he was with the whiskey - but Toji was so fucking filthy. Your slick glossing his face so prettily, smearing right up to his nose and dribbling down his chin. Lewd little squelches deafening in your ears.Â
âNgh- Sh-shut up-â
âShut up? Canât shut up, doll, mâdrunk on this sweet cunt more than I am on whiskey.â he mutters into your folds. âMy favorite taste. Got me addicted, huh?â
He huffs out a dark laugh into your pussy, taking in that cute lilâ embarrassed expression on your face. Throwing one of your legs over his sculpted shoulder, Toji bullies his soft tongue into your snug cunt, past that delicious little ring of resistance.Â
Making out with your pussy deeper. And his tongue was so long - perfectly hitting your sweet spots, licking all over your plushy walls. Thrusting in time with his thumb drawing on your clit, in and out in and out in and-
âFuck, I could get used to this. Have you for breakfast, lunch, nâ dinner.â
His words were so dirty, but Toji looked so pretty stuffing his face in your cunt. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, dark strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. Tilting his head just so that your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat.Â
Itâs what has you tugging in his hair to angle him just right, using him like your favorite toy. Such cute lilâ whines of his name leaving you each time his tongue grazes that one spot that has you keening and bucking into his mouth for more more more-
âFuck fuck fuck jusâ like that- Ah!â you let out such pretty whines, words slurring together. Delirious little ones that go straight to Tojiâs achingly hard cock, angry and twitching in his fist. So needy and glistening with precum in the dim lighting.
Shit, Toji thinks he could cum at just that, which is why heâs lapping at your cunt even greedier, drinking you in like a madman. Fingers so deftly toying with your pretty clit, making you putty in his hands. He has to make you cum. Now. Or else heâs gonna fuckinâ embarrass himself in front of such a goddess.Â
âOh? So drunk on mâtongue, already, doll?â he chuckles. âCanât speak?â Vibrations sending white-hot jolts of pleasure up your spine. It has you dragging your cunt so sloppily all over Tojiâs face - and he likes it. Loves it even, only speeding up his movements. Even when his jaw is aching, walls sucking him up so desperately that it was almost difficult to eat out your pretty lilâ cunt. Even when your sweet juices are dripping down to the hardwood floor in a sinful little drip! drip! drip!Â
âI- ngh- mâgonna-â
âGonna what? You can handle whiskey, you can handle using your words, doll.â
âCum!â you yelp, âMâgonna cum Toji- ah- feels tâgood.âÂ
And thatâs exactly what he liked to hear because Toji only gets sloppier. Alternating between stretching you out on his tongue, sucking on your clit, licking everywhere. Over and over-
âThen cum fâme, doll.â
And you are - fast and hard. So hard that you donât even realize when youâre rocking your hips all over Tojiâs face. Cunt fluttering around his tongue as if you were trying to suck him up - and he lets you.Â
âFuck. Sweeter than I imagined.â heâs slurring into your cunt. âJusâ like that- yeah, ride out that pretty lilâ cunt on mâface.â Words muffled as he tonguefucks you through your high, stars behind your lids every time he flicks at your pussy.Â
Distantly, you hear such embarrassing little whimpers of his name in time with the sinfully wet groans from below - ones you realize are yours only when youâre blinking back your vision. Heart thundering, pathetically trying to catch your breath.
The first thing you hear is Tojiâs little chuckle, followed closely by a lewd pop! that has you whirling to look at him down below.
âWh-wha-â and all you can let out is a strangled little oh! at the sight before you - Toji licking his fingers clean, sucking all your sweet juices like he couldnât get enough. Even when heâs flashing you a devilish grin around his fingers, rising from his position on the ground to cage you against the wall.
âTold ya mâaddicted, doll.â
Your back hits the soft leather before you even realize whatâs happening. Bouncing at the sheer force of the throw, you gasp in both shock and at the audacity of this man.
âTojiâŚâ you warn as he looms over you on the couch, yet it comes out more breathless than you intended. But looking at him there - straddling your hips, pants pulled just below his heavy balls, tugging and teasing his rock-hard cock like he was trying to fuck something delicious out of it - how could you be blamed, really?
He was so big. Pulsing wildly in his fist and just soaked in precum - all the way from his pretty pink tip to the tufts of black at his base. Not quite wild, not quite tamed. You cunt clenches in- anticipation? Fear of not being able to walk for the next week?
And in the haze of your orgasm it takes you a second to register the flimsy panties wrapped around his hand. Rubbing against those prominent veins on the side as Toji fucks his fist. So wet and ruined that you almost didnât recognize it.Â
âJusâ think of it as repayment.â he grins, following your line of sight.Â
You scoff, eyes still traitorously stuck on his throbbing cock. So massive and mouth-watering that it makes you wish he used you instead of those panties. âThose were expensive yâknow.â
âIâll buy you new ones. Four. In the color of my eyes.â
âHow aboutâŚâ you flash him a sultry smirk, urging his hips to shift higher. And by the amused quirk of his brow, you knew Toji liked where this was going. âI can repay you another way.â
And before you knew it, his pants are thrown to God-knows-where, and you had two, muscled thighs straddling your face. Toji slaps his swollen cock on your face once. Twice. âThink that loser was this big?â Thumbing your mouth open as he grazes his weeping tip across your lips, glossing them so prettily. Precum salty on your tongue, all filthy and dripping down to your chin.Â
âOpen wide- Fuck. Thaâs it-â he hisses, brows furrowing as he stuffs his fat head into your hot mouth. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way your lips bulge around him, flicking at the sensitive tip. And it was so delicious, Toji couldnât decide whether he liked eating you out or this more.Â
âShit, doll.â he grunts, hips fucking into your plushy tongue in shallow, quick little thrusts. âTaking me so well, huh?â
You didnât know if you were - lips stretching obscenely around his thick cock, tears clinging to your lashes. Choking and gagging around his length in a way that made Toji twitch inside you. Shit, he liked this - liked seeing you like this. And as soon as the realization hits you, youâre moaning around his cock, making Tojiâs hips stutter above you.Â
Toji has to fight off that part of himself that just wants to paint your mouth a sinful white. Fuck his cum into your till itâs all you can taste - all you can feel.Â
âShit. You little minx. Ah- sâheavenly around me ngh-â pressing your head down till all the way till your nose is flush against his pelvis, balls twitching against your chin. Finally bottoming out and fucking your mouth in harsh, long strokes. âFuck- Wonder if that pretty lilâ cunt of yours is gonna take me t-this well, huh?â
Oh does he love your smart mouth - but he loves it even more when all he gets in response is wet gurgle around his cock. Looking up at him so tearily and shit he could get used to this sight. âMâgonna take that as a yes.â
And then heâs speeding up, balls squeezing so painfully. God itâs so fucking hard to look at you too - precum and spit bubbling sloppily at the corners of your mouth, makeup so messy and fucking gorgeous to him.Â
âCan feel mâself riiight-â Reaching out a hand to wrap around your throat, feeling his dick bulging in and out in and- âhere.â
Moving faster so he can ruin your pretty face. Itâs so sloppy the way your spit glistens down his length, using your swollen mouth as he pleases. And youâre so eager to make him lose his mind too that it has been fucking into you like a toy.
âYa like this? Like me using your pretty lilâ mouth like oh- itâs a fucktoy? Oh fuck, doll.â he groans, running his mouth like heâs drunk off yours wrapped around him. âGonna paint that pretty mouth of yours white if yâdonât stop now.âÂ
And shit if he knew those words would have you eagerly bobbing your head to meet his hips a little slut then heâd have said them a lot sooner. Trying to get just a taste of him. Mascara runny now, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip every time he hits the back of your throat, so hard that itâs probably sore and bruised. Toji almost feels bad.Â
âŚ
Nahhh
Pulling your mouth off him, muttering low and dangerous. âTold ya to stop now, didnât I?â
And oh he hates to cut off that cute lilâ whine spilling from your kiss-bitten lips, but shit Tojiâs losing his patience and his sanity with each passing second that he isnât stuffing his cock in your pretty cunt.Â
Toji backs up, swiping a thumb under your lip, sucking off the remnants of his precum before capturing your lips in a searing, searing kiss. Tasting you and himself and you-Â
âLiked the Macallan, huh?â Reaching blindly for the bottle of whiskey, taking a deep swing. Spitting it back into your mouth because shit you looked so pretty swallowing it all up. Rutting his hips into yours, sliding his throbbing erection in between your swollen folds. Collecting your sweet juices on his head, drinking in your adorable gasps.
âT-Toji.â you whimper, hips bucking up wildly. âJust fuck me already, goddamnit.â
And then he is - pressing his fat tip into your sloppy hole. Inch by fucking inch. Not even thinking of easing into it because fuck he needs it. He needs it-
â-sâbad. Ah-â Toji drawls against your lips. âWanâed this ever since yâwalked in through that damn door.â A mess of spit and alcohol and precum - it made you feel so dirty, dirtier than the pressure between your legs as he bullies his heavy cock into your snug pussy. And all you can do is fucking take it because Toji was so unrelenting.
Thrusting in shallow, mindless little thrusts to just fit himself inside you - and you already feel like youâre being stretched to your limits. Whimpering out a tearily little, âAre you at least ngh- halfway in yet? Oh-â
If Toji was any lesser man heâd just have split you apart on his cock right now, but no. Instead settling for a smug little, âNopeâ, popping the p.
But that doesnât stop him from wrapping two arms around your waist, sitting up on the couch with you splayed out so prettily on his cock. Pulling you, squeezing his dick into your soft cunt, sliding down, down, down.
âAh! Ah- shit shit shit sâtoo deep, ngh-â
âNo such thing as âtoo deepâ, doll.â he clenches his jaw. Hands pushing your thighs apart even further as youâre split apart on his cock. âYou jusâ hafta sit there all pretty nâ take- it-â Each word is punctuated by a harsh thrust.Â
And Tojiâs manhandling you around while bouncing you on his dick. Drawing unhurried little circles on your clit while trying to find that one spot he knows youâd love more than any whiskey or drink. Looping a strong arm to arch you into his body and-
âFuck!â you keen, hips grinding sloppily to milk his cock as much as you could. Walls clenching so sinfully and shit-
âFound it.â
And then it was like something snapped - because all of a sudden Tojiâs no more playful teasing and letting you have your little fun. No, heâs fucking you like a man possessed - thrusting his cock up into you. All the way from his weeping tip, till his balls smack your ass. So hard heâs sure they leave such a shameful mark for tomorrow. Hitting that spot over and over-
âArenât ya glad you chose to ah- s-stay with me?â he hisses, throwing his head back. One hand rocking your hips deeper the other becoming faster and faster on your poor, ravaged clit. Driving you crazy. âFuck that date ditcher, yâlook all pretty like this for me.â
âYes yes yes- sâglad.â you manage to sob out. Voice shaky and hitching at the way he was bouncing you on his cock with reckless abandon. The lewd squelches and skin-on-skin filling the heady room, making your head spin so much that you barely hear Tojiâs words.Â
âIâd make a much better date. Hngh-â he lets out a guttural groan as your nails rake his back. Fingers on your clit becoming more and more frantic. âWould buy ya flowers nâ a-all that shit. Show up on time, all dressed up.â Drinking in your lewd little ah! ah! ah! every time he milks himself on your sloppy pussy. But oh maybe Toji was a talker when he was drunk because he wasnât done yet.Â
âMake all those other scrubs fuck- jealous. And then-â Hips stuttering and so so sloppy. âHah- at night- mâgonna fuck you dumb just like this.â he gasps, sounding like he was at the end of his sanity. Losing it bit by bit every time his veins rub so deliciously against all the right spots that make you see stars.Â
Losing his sanity especially when you whine out such a cute lilâ noise of agreement. âFuck mâclose. Wanted this too, huh? I saw the way youâd been eyeing me all night.â
You canât even be embarrassed about being caught red-handed, only looking up at his pretty face with delirious heart-eyes. Too cockdrunk and delirious at this point. And, well, maybe itâs the alcohol in your veins because youâre grabbing at the shiny bottle on the seat, bringing it to your lips. The bitter taste barely hitting your lips before youâre meeting his. Making out as sloppily as he was ravaging you below - all teeth and whiskey and pure filth.Â
And that answers his question.Â
Messy and desperate.Â
So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same - clamping down so sinfully on his aching cock. And shit itâs so heavenly that it sends him over the edge as well.Â
Toji cums, and keeps cumming so hard that he can see the way his seed was gushing out of your poor, overfilled pussy. Especially not when his thrusts get sloppy, thick cum spilling all over your pretty cunt. Purposely not pulling out like the mean bastard he is to paint your walls a sinful white
Over and over, forming a wet little patch on the couch that he knows heâll have to worry about later. But right now he doesnât give a fuck because your bloated and so prettily all covered in his seed.Â
Leisurely, he pools the cum trickling out of your cunt on his fingertips, not even wasting a second before stuffing them in your mouth, pushing through your swollen lips. And you donât complain - not at all. In fact, youâre sucking it all up eagerly. Looking Toji straight in the eyes while you swallow it all.Â
âHmm, not as good as the whiskey.â you tease. Letting yourself be yanked into his body, as he grins against your lips.
âFor that, mâkeeping the panties.âÂ
---Â
âTojiâŚâ a low voice rings through the closed bar. Shiu sounding like heâs absolutely at his witâs end as he continues, âWhere the fuck is our 1926 Macallan?â
The man in question was staring suspiciously giddily at his phone - either having not heard what Shiu said, or he just couldnât give a fuck anyway. And knowing Toji, it was probably the latter.Â
A warning. âToji Iâm serious, that shit costs over a million dollars.â
âYeah yeah, congratulations or my condolences but hey, do you know any great flower shops?â
A/N. I donât even like whiskey so much, itâs just the thought of bartender! Toji that has me feral.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader
One-shot A/N: I've decided using the same X-men name/powers for the reader in my Logan fics is easier because coming up with superpowers is hard and stupid. They call you flux, like once, it's really just a nickname incoming warning for fluff so bad you'll get a cavity Summary: You're on probation from the team and official house arrest after a little accident with your powers. Logan knows you're going stir-crazy so he takes you to the arcade for some fun. And then your friendship takes a weird turn. (80's timeline in mind, but characters not from the 80âs will be mentioned) Clueless!reader
Youâd had an accident, a few weeks ago. Well, accident might be downplaying it too much. Youâd destroyed the garden and left a ten-foot crater in the backyard of Charlesâ prestigious grounds. In your defense, you had warned them all that it wasnât a good idea to take your cuffs off.Â
The metal bands are entirely necessary to make sure you canât lose control and wipe out everything around you. Manipulation at an atomic level is beyond fatal. You donât want to think about what would have happened if youâd had the meltdown and the kids were anywhere near you.Â
Charles had been able to shut you down, but now heâs keeping you on probation. Youâve been locked up in the mansion, unable to leave until you managed to get your abilities under control. Thereâs never been a problem with wearing the cuffs before. You donât understand why heâs so against them now.Â
Youâre going stir-crazy. Thereâs only so many times you can pace your room before you start to lose your mind. Heâs not even letting you teach classes anymore. Youâre stuck training, all day, every day.Â
âFocus!â Charles snaps and you resist the urge to turn his bones liquid. Maybe that would get him off your back.Â
Instead of killing your friend, you glare at the large tank of water in front of you. You do what youâve been doing for the past half hour. It fluctuates from liquid to gas to solid, and then liquid again. An endless cycle of repetition that makes you want to melt your brain so you donât have to do this anymore.Â
You drop your hand and huff. âThis is pointless, Charles. Whatâs this even teaching me?â
He crosses his arms, walks over to you, and pointedly glares at the tank in front of you. You roll your eyes and look back at it. âShit,â you hiss. In your frustration, the glass has cracked and splintered into dust. Water pools around your stool and leaks through the wood of the floor. You flick your wrist, the glass swirling around you before reforming into the tank. The water follows along, droplets lifting from the floor and dropping back into the container.Â
âOne moment of frustration, of distraction. Thatâs all it took.â Charles shakes his head and walks back over to his desk. He picks the cuffs up and you slip them silently back onto your wrists. âHow can you be trusted to protect your team on the field if you canât control this? What are you going to do when youâre panicked and fighting for your life?â
Shame bubbles in your gut. It makes you nauseous and forces your eyes to the floor so you donât have to face him. He sighs, placing his hands on your shoulders and squeezing gently. You glance up at him briefly and he offers a strained smile.Â
âThis is for your protection, as much as you hate it, Flux. Itâs necessary.â You scoff at the use of your X-Men name. Not much of an X-Man if youâre not even on the field anymore.Â
âRight,â you mutter. âThanks for the lesson in incompetency,â you donât let him respond and slam the door to his office closed behind you. You feel bad the second you get outside and onto the porch. He doesnât deserve your bitchiness. Itâs your own fault you canât get a handle on this. You don't have anyone to blame but yourself.Â
You let out a dramatic sigh, throwing yourself into a rocking chair and running your hands over your face. The once comforting weight of your cuffs is now oppressing. It just feels like a constant reminder of your failure. You should already have a handle on all of this, but you struggle to even manipulate water.Â
âRough day?â You donât open your eyes as Logan walks by. He takes a seat on the rocking chair beside you, letting out a low groan as he stretches.Â
You let your hands drop into your lap, staring at the sunset so you donât have to face him. Youâve already dealt with enough dejection today. You donât need to look at him and be reminded that you want him in a way you can never have.Â
âMhm,â you hum, propping your head in your hand as you watch the sun disappear behind the clouds. The sky is painted in hues of pink and orange that seem too hopeful for how you feel right now.Â
Logan chuckles, the sound low and gravely. It makes your heart stutter in your chest and you cringe in embarrassment. You know he can hear the way your heart practically beats free of your ribs when youâre around him. Youâre sure with that nose of his he can smell some sort of hormonal change in you every time you lay eyes on him.Â
You swear youâve never felt this way about a man before. You havenât had many boyfriends before, itâs not really common among mutants. Not many people are accepting of you when they know what you are. And some people are too into you.Â
But you've had crushes, and none of them have been as bad as this one is. You want to gnaw on him. It sounds fucking insane every time you think about it. But when you train with him and he tears his shirt off, you want to sink your teeth into him and never let go.Â
You feel feral around him, a side of you surfacing that youâre not used to. Maybe itâs because of his mutant abilities. They are very animalistic, itâs easy to blame that on how desperately you crave him.Â
You hate being around him and despise not being in his presence. Itâs conflicting, and more often than not you sound like a bumbling idiot when you speak to him because your brain is going in a million different directions.Â
You hear the familiar click of his lighter and then he shifts again. You risk a peek over at him and regret it the second you do. His head is tilted back, eyes closed in relaxation as he stretches across the porch. Smoke leaks out of his lips as he groans in satisfaction.Â
You have to pick your jaw up off the floor and make sure there isnât drool on your chin. This is insane. Youâre a grown woman, how does he have this much of an effect on you? Heâs not even doing anything! Heâs just sitting there and you want to jump his bones.Â
You whip your head around, mumbling incoherently to yourself to get it together. Logan peaks an eye open and you miss the mischievous tilt to his lips. âSomething wrong?â
I need to have sex with you or Iâm going to explode.Â
You stutter for a few seconds, getting your mind back together. âJust training with Charles,â you mutter.Â
He sits up a little straighter and quirks a brow. When you donât continue he sighs. âAnd?â He prods, impatient for your answer. You hope youâre not reading into it, but you think heâs been as disappointed by your absence from the team as you are. He always complains about being partnered up with Scott. You like to think itâs because he misses you. But youâre probably just delusional.Â
âAnd, nothing,â you sigh. Your hands flop against your legs and you glare at the bands on your wrists. âNo progress. I still canât control them without these on, and my abilities are watered down and useless with the cuffs.â
Logan huffs, youâre caught off guard by the sudden warmth on your thigh. You glance down, eyes widening ever so slightly when you see his hand on your leg. It nearly covers the whole thing and when he squeezes your thigh you think youâre going to pass out.Â
Youâre friendly. But youâve never been touchy. At least not like this. The placement of his palm is very intimate and you are struggling not to just get on your knees and profess your undying love. You take in a deep breath, looking up at him so you can get your heartbeat under control.Â
But looking at him just makes it worse. Because there is so much faith and fondness in his gaze as he looks at you. His lips are tilted up, eyes soft, and youâve never had someone make you feel so warm and secure from just a look.Â
âYou arenât useless,â he tells you. He squeezes your thigh again before he retreats back to his chair. You have to clamp your jaw shut so you donât beg him to keep touching you and never stop. âYouâre just stuck in this house all day. Youâve got nothing to do but sit in your failure.â
You scoff and throw yourself back in your seat. âDonât remind me. Iâve begged Charles to let me out.â Your gaze drifts to the crater in the backyard. Some of the kids have been working on filling it in, but whatever energy youâd let go of has left a permanent mark. âHe refuses to give me permission.â
Logan laughs, the noise teasing and a little mean. Your brows furrow and you glance over at him with a questioning look. He tilts his head in disbelief like youâre an idiot. ��Seriously, Flux? Just fuckinâ leave, who gives a shit?â
âUh,â you think on it for a minute before weakly settling on, âCharles?â
His face falls and you sink lower into your seat. He looks out at the yard, gaze distant. His jaw clenches a few times before he puts the cigar out on the ashtray beside him. He gets to his feet and you think he might just leave. Instead, he turns towards you.Â
Youâre caught off guard by the little smirk on his face. âWanna have some fun?â
Only an idiot would say no.Â
You grin and place your hand in his, yelping slightly at how easily he pulls you to your feet. You stumble into his chest and are hesitant to back away when his hand drifts to rest on your waist. He looks down at you, smiling, he squeezes your waist once before he backs up.Â
âCome on, kid.â He tugs you inside the house, leading you downstairs to the garage. You already know what heâs going for before the door is even open.Â
âDidnât Scott tell you to leave his bike alone?â Logan takes a step inside. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder and grinning at you. It makes your breath catch in your throat, the happiness on his face. You never see him like this around the others.Â
You hate thinking like that. Placing too much importance on your relationship with him will only lead to heartbreak down the road. But, you never see him act the way he does with you with anyone else.
âSince when have I ever listened to Cyclops, sweetheart?âÂ
âGood point,â you mutter, moving to stand next to him.Â
He straddles the seat and looks over expectantly at you. âDonât you need a helmet?â
You shake your head, âOh, no, itâll ruin my hair.â You laugh but he gives you a deadpan look. You donât regenerate the way he does. An accident would be a lot more fatal for you than it would be for him. You huff, âRelax, Lo, I can use my powers.â When he looks like heâs not going to drop it, you let some energy swirl around your fingers. It solidifies the air around your skin, you reach up and flick at his skull hard enough to hear the metal ding.Â
He grunts, glaring down at your hand while you grin. âSee,â you whisper, sliding onto the back of the bike and wrapping your arms around his waist. âIâm perfectly safe.â He shakes his head and starts the bike.Â
The ride to the arcade is spent in silence. Logan always seems to break every speeding law known to man whenever he takes Scottâs bike out. Youâre not sure if he does it to purposefully piss the man off, but it makes you cling to him like a wild animal. You feel like if you hit one speed bump youâre going to go flying.Â
By the time he parks your legs feel like jello. He laughs a little at the way your face has blanched. Again, he offers you a hand and holds the door open to lead you inside. Youâre trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this whole thing is odd.Â
You guys are friends. And youâre friendlier with each other than most of the mutants in the school. But this feels different somehow. For one, Logan kind of despises the arcade. Itâs an amalgamation of bad smells and loud noises, and it overwhelms his already sensitive senses. Youâve heard him complain about the smell of body odor and fake cheese enough times when you went on a field trip with the kids.Â
Secondly, heâs being more touchy than he normally would. Youâre not complaining. You werenât exactly hugged a lot as a kid, mainly just passed between different mutant fetish clubs. Logan isnât known for handing hugs out so easily. But right now, he doesnât seem to be ready to not have at least one hand on you.Â
Maybe heâs just cheering you up. You need to stop drifting so far into your mind and just enjoy the night. âAlright, whatâs first bub?â
You grin and drag him towards the claw machine. âIâm horrible at these things,â you inform him as you put your quarters in. âBut, I hold out hope that one day Iâll be able to actually beat this monster.â
Three failed attempts later, itâs become embarrassingly clear that you will never beat the claw machine. Logan isnât even trying to hide his amusement as you become increasingly more frustrated. Thereâs a certain point where this game stops being fun and starts to be an affront to your character.Â
Logan peers into the machine and asks, âWhat are you going for?â
âThe pigeon,â you mutter. Your tongue pokes between your lips, and your eyes narrow in concentration. You aim the claw over the pigeon perfectly and slam your hand down on the big red button.Â
Youâre allowed five seconds of celebration before the damn thing slips out of the claws grasp and tumbles into the pile of stuffies below. âDammit, Bart,â you let the ridiculous name youâve come up with for the toy slip.
Logan snorts, leaning against the glass while you jam another quarter in the slot. âBart?â He teases.Â
You shake your head and give him a look out the side of your eye. âWhat, you think I call myself Flux because Iâm good at coming up with names?â You give up after the last failed attempt and turn to face him with a huff.Â
He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. âTough luck, kid.â He slings an arm over your shoulder and pulls you towards the concession stand.Â
âShut up,â you laugh, slapping lightly at his chest.Â
The rest of the night is nice. He doesnât play much except for the strength-oriented games. And then you kind of just exploit him for more tickets. By the time you get back to the mansion, youâve forgotten all about why you were upset in the first place.Â
Nothing had gone wrong, you didnât have a total meltdown and wipe out the entire arcade. You donât know why Charles was so afraid of letting you out.Â
Logan walks you back to your room, his hand heavy on your lower back as you head up the stairs. Youâre talking endlessly, filling up any gap of silence with rambling youâve lost track of. You donât know what it is about him that invites you to yap the way you do, but youâre always embarrassed by it the second he leaves.Â
You reach your door and smile up at him. âThanks, Lo.â
He gives you a soft smile, his eyes wrinkling endearingly at the corners. He reaches up and brushes some hair off your shoulder. Thereâs a certain shift in his expression that has your breath stopping short. Whatever else you were going to say to him tumbles off into an incomprehensible whisper.Â
He leans down and every inappropriate thought youâve ever had about him suddenly surges to the front of your mind. Your lips part in anticipation, thinking heâs going to kiss you and your fantasies are going to come to life.Â
His lips brush against your cheek so gently you almost donât feel them. ââNight Flux,â he leans back and your body goes with him. He backs off with a smile, walking down the hall to his own room. You feel dazed, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as you fan your cheeks and try to come to terms with what just happened.
He didnât kiss you, but you oddly arenât disappointed. You go to bed that night with a lovesick grin on your face. Well, you would have. Were it not for the annoyingly British voice ringing out in your head, âTrainingâs at four tomorrow morning. Consider it your punishment for sneaking out.â
âFuck,â you hiss to yourself. Stupid fucking telepaths.Â
You thought the arcade was a one-off moment. But Logan keeps sneaking you out of the mansion. Charles hasnât officially lifted the house arrest, but heâs given up trying to keep you inside. Besides, youâve essentially got a chaperone since Logan is always with you.Â
You make lunch for the two of you and heâll take you out to the woods for a picnic. Or youâll go to the movies together. Sometimes you donât even do anything, just linger around each other. You enjoy the company, and you love having these quiet moments together with no one else around.Â
Your favorite part of all of this has to be the way heâs started touching you. Heâs always got a hand on your leg or back. And if he canât do that, then youâre tucked into his side. Itâs feeding into a starved part of you that youâve left neglected for far too long.Â
Itâs only been about two weeks of these fun little adventures and odd behavior. Youâre dreading the moment theyâll stop. Youâre not sure when Loganâs going to deem you properly cheered up, but youâre hoping itâs not anytime soon.Â
There have been a few more moments where you think your friendship might turn into something more, and every time youâve been interrupted. Youâre actually starting to feel a little edged. Youâve been considering just grabbing him and planting one on him. But every time you think about it you get sick to your stomach.Â
You donât want to make a move on him and end up getting rejected. You know heâs just being a good friend and taking care of you so you donât end up spiraling too far in your head. Itâs happened before, when youâve been struggling with your abilities. Heâs just keeping you from shutting down again and you donât want to make him uncomfortable because youâre hopelessly in love.Â
When you walk out of your room this morning youâre immediately smacked in the face. âWhat the fuck, guys?â You yell at the two kids running past your room. Not the best language for someone who's supposed to be a role model. You canât be bothered though, not when theyâre running around throwing pink rolls of streamer at your face.Â
âSorry!â Mary calls over her shoulder, laughing as she pins a heart up onto the wall. Youâre sure Charles wonât appreciate the hole in his old ass mahogany wood. Itâs only as you watch her run down the stairs that you register just what is going on.Â
There is pink and red everywhere. It looks like Dollar Store Cupid has thrown up all over the mansion. Youâve been so caught up in your attraction to Logan that, ironically, youâve forgotten what month it was.Â
You grumble bitterly to yourself as you trudge down the stairs. Another Valentineâs Day alone and single. How lovely. You spot two kids giggling to themselves by the banister, they lean in like theyâre going to kiss and you gag. âHey!â You snap, and they jump apart, eyes wide with fear. âQuit it, get out of here.â They scramble off and you feel just a little bit vindicated.Â
âNot a fan of young love, Flux?â
You groan and roll your eyes, turning around to find a very smug Scott watching you bully teenagers. âShut it, Summers,â you warn. You point an accusing finger at him and he raises his hands in surrender. Faux innocence played across his insufferable smirk. âWhen youâre in a committed relationship, you donât get to judge me.â
His brows turn down in confusion, âWait, but arenât you and Logan-â
Heâs cut off by the sound of a loud crash down the hall. You both turn around just as one of the classroom doors slams open. A bright pink explosion hurtles from the doors and a throng of coughing students follows.Â
Jubilee walks out a minute later, a guilty expression on her face. âSorry, I was just trying to make it more Vanetine-y.âÂ
You glance over at Scott, grinning widely at him while you pat his shoulder and walk past him, leaving him to clean up the mess. âEnjoy the young love, Summers.â
You actively avoid Logan all day. Youâre already facing constant reminders of how lonely you are. You see kids walking around with baskets of bears and chocolates. Or you catch them passing notes in class with scribbled hearts all over the front.Â
Thereâs only so much a girl can take before she loses it. The last thing you need is to be faced with the man you have the worst unrequited crush on in history. But he doesnât seem to get the hint. Heâs everywhere you go, popping up around corners and trying to catch your attention.Â
You keep brushing him off and pretending like you have something urgent youâre going to be late for. Eventually, though, he was going to catch up with you.Â
It happens in the kitchen. Most of the kids are in their rooms or the library. The noise has died down and youâre alone. You grumble to yourself, ripping down a pink streamer that keeps drifting across the top of your head and pissing you off. You grab a frozen meal from the fridge and are about to microwave it when he speaks.Â
âHuh, thought youâd want something a little more romantic than a frozen burrito.âÂ
You gasp, clutching your chest and whirling around on him while your heart races. âLogan, Jesus, you scared me.â Heâs frowning at you, eyes glaring at the frozen package in your hand. âUm,â you toss it back in the freezer but the look on his face isnât going away. âYeah, I might just go with cereal instead.â
He looks at you and then glances behind him. You peer around his shoulder but you donât see anything. Without much warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the stairs. âLogan?â Thereâs no point in trying to resist him, he could just toss you up the stairs if he wanted to. Still, the silence is kind of creeping you out.Â
You call his name a few more times but give up when he makes it clear heâs not going to be answering you anytime. Thereâs a rotten feeling in your stomach. You have this awful idea like youâre in trouble for something. Like a little girl who's gotten her hand caught in the cookie jar too many times.Â
He stops you in front of his door and nods towards it. âYou want me to go inside?â He crosses his arms and glares down at you. You huff and mutter, âJesus, fine.â What the hell is wrong with him?
You grab the doorknob to his room, glaring at him while you do. You throw the door open dramatically, taking a step inside and surveying the area. âWow,â you suck your teeth and shake your head. âYou have not decorated at all.â
âShut up, smartass,â he mutters in your ear. Chills prick at your skin from his proximity. A shudder goes down your spine as the low tone of his voice reverberates through you. âLook a little harder.â
You roll your eyes but acquiesce. Another run over the room finally shows you what you missed. You gasp and rush towards his bed, âHoly shit, Bart!â He chuckles behind you as you pick the stuffed pigeon up.Â
âWent back for him after we left,â Logan tells you.Â
You glare at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. âHow many tries did this take you?â He mouths a smug one and you roll your eyes in irritation. You look back down at the pigeon and smile.
He smells like the inside of a claw machine. His head is sewed on crookedly and youâre pretty sure heâs missing an eye. But heâs absolutely perfect to you. Youâre about to thank Logan when you spot something metal wrapped around the stuffieâs neck. âWhatâs this,â you mumble to yourself.Â
You slide your fingers under the chain and tug it off Bartâs neck. Loganâs dog tags dangle off your fingers and you stare at him in shock. A sudden cold dread washes over you and you find yourself immobile. âLogan,â you trail off, an unspoken question following his name.Â
He smirks, walking towards you and slipping the tags out of your hand. âI wanted you to have this,â he says, his voice low like this moment is too precious to break, âso you know youâre not alone. Youâre always so afraid of whatâs going to happen if you lose control out in the field. But you forget, youâre not alone. You have me, youâre always going to have me.â He places the tags over your neck, untucking your hair from the chain.Â
You donât even have words for him. Itâs such a deeply personal gift. But this also feels incredibly intimate. Thereâs no possible way for you to reason this away. This isnât something âjust friendsâ do.Â
He seems to prefer your silence, anyway. One of his hands drifts from your neck and cups your jaw. With the utmost tenderness, he lifts your face to his. âWanted to do this for a while,â he whispers. You almost ask what heâs talking about, but his lips are already covering yours.Â
Itâs incredibly soft, this kiss, softer than youâre used to. Heâs barely putting any pressure on you and it makes you realize that youâre still not moving. Youâre just standing there in shock, eyes wide open while the man youâve wanted since youâve known him kisses you.Â
You drop Bart to the floor and your arms come up to twine around his neck. You finally close your eyes, let your body melt into his knowing heâll catch you. The second you reciprocate he really kisses you. Neither of you hold back, each of you pouring all the pent-up desire youâve felt for each other.Â
Youâve spent so long dancing around this, around each other. Itâs like a missing puzzle piece is returned to you as Logan holds you. You feel full, complete, warmer than you ever have before.Â
You part from him - needing air - painfully slow. You donât want to spend a second away from him now that you have him. You wish you didnât have to breathe. Wished you could have kept kissing him and never stopped.Â
Logan chuckles, pressing a kiss against your forehead like he can read your thoughts. You can feel the dorky smile thatâs about to split your cheeks. You bite your lip, hoping it might suppress it, but you know itâs pointless.Â
You look up at him with a cheeky twinkle in your eye. âAre you asking me to be your Valentine, Lo?â
He scoffs and pulls away from you slightly. âDo you have to ask your girlfriend to be your Valentine?â
Your eyes widen and your mouth opens and closes rapidly. âI- Well- I mean,â you take a full step back from him and shake your head. âWhat?â You finally settle on. âI mean, Iâm not objecting, at all, but what?â
Logan tilts his head, a disbelieving look on his face. âWhat do you think weâve been doing the past three weeks?â
You shake your head, stuttering and struggling for an answer. âI donât know. I thought you were being a good friend!â
He smiles, thereâs no irritation on his face at your cluelessness. If anything he seems to be more endeared to you. âYou think I take all my friends on romantic picnics in the woods?â
You sigh, letting out a long disappointed breath. You canât believe youâve been so blind. When you think about it, his behavior lately makes a lot more sense. Youâre not sure how you were able to trick yourself for so long.Â
âWell,â you start, walking back towards him as he pulls you into a hug, âcertainly not Scott.â He huffs and shakes his head. You give him a sheepish smile, brows knitted together. âI canât believe weâve been dating this whole time.â
He just presses another kiss to your temple and shrugs. âItâs alright, sweetheart, you can make it up to me by being my Valentine again next year.â
Thereâs something unspoken in his voice. A promise that heâs planning to be around for a lot longer than a year. You smile at him, silently promising the same. âOnly if youâre mine.â
âWouldnât have it any other way.â
a/n: iâm gonna gag actually. Made myself cringe there at the end. I want a valentine next year so bad, itâs sad. But whatâs the point of a valentine if itâs not going to be Logan?
end. â I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved Š not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Pro Hero Bakugo who canât wait to see you once his patrol shift is up. Heâs been texting with you all day during his downtime, smiling like an idiot anytime your name pops up on his lock screen. Even when Kaminari teased him about it, he didnât yell or tell him to fuck off, just rolled his eyes with that grin still plastered on his face. It didnât matter what you two talked about, you somehow always kept his attention.
Bakugo was the one to find and pull you out of the burning building months ago, saving you from the eventual collapse of the rubble. Heâd stayed with you for hours, making sure you were properly seen by medics and not overwhelmed when the police questioned you about the villain who started it all. Before leaving, he left you with his agency card - âCall if ya need anythinâ, big or small.â
That was Bakugoâs way of saying, âoh shit, I kinda like youâ without risking his professionalism.
Fast forward to now, heâs blasting through the air to your apartment complex, feeling like a feather in the wind. He lands on your balcony with a thud, hurriedly kicking off his combat boots and leaving them outside. Youâre already in the living room, arms crossed with a smile on your face as he comes inside.
âI have a front door, you know,â you tease, laughing softly to yourself. He doesnât care, stomping over to you excitedly and tugging you into a hug, smothering your cheeks and forehead with kisses. It leaves you gigging, even if heâs covered in sweat and dirt from his shift.
âKatsuki, youâre filthy!â You joke while trying to shove him off of you.
âExcuse me, Princess,â he jests, throwing you over his shoulder. âGuess weâll just haveâta shower together.â
Bakugoâs running down the hallway of your apartment to your bathroom with you over his shoulder, cackling like a witch as you squirm playfully in his hold. He sets you on the bathroom counter before pulling you flush against him, lips finding yours in a heated kiss. When he pulls away, his hand caresses your cheek, eyes focused on your beautiful features.
âIf you shower with me, Iâll cook ya dinner,â Bakugo offers, impatiently beginning to reach for the hem of your shirt. You knew he was going to anyways, he shoos you out of the kitchen every night to make dinner for the two of you.
âIsnât bribing against the laws of hero society?â Your fingers hook under his mask to slide it to his forehead, hands roaming to the zipper on his collar piece. âI wonât tell if you wonât.â
âYouâre such a little shit,â he grunts, pulling your shirt over your head. âAnd I love it.â
Itâs not a typical relationship, being that youâre quirkless, but Bakugo wouldnât trade it for the world. No matter how soft you made him, itâs worth every moment in your presence and by your side. You make him want to be a better person, a stronger hero, and have a bigger heart.
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after hours | jjk
summary. one night, after a long rehearsal, jungkook lingers in the makeup room.
pairing: idol!jungkook x makeupartist!reader
contains: smut, unprotected sex (cum on stomach)
note: hey guys, i don have much experience writing smut, but we could say i tried my best lol nways enjoy :)
word count: 2.2k
the room was quiet, the loudness of the city could be barely be audible, muffled by the large window as you packed away your brushes for the night. it was past midnight, the clock close to hitting 1 am. the rest of the staffs have left long ago, leaving you alone. you enjoyed the calmness and loneliness after a long day. almost like it gave you a moment to breathe, to come down from the constant rush of keeping up with btsâs eternal busy schedule.
just when you packed everything away and was ready to leave, the door slightly creaked open. you looked up quickly, your heartbeat slowed down when you noticed jungkook poking his head in.
âyou still here?â he asked, his voice was low and rough, his throat must have gone dry from all the practice.
he leaned against the doorframe, his hair sweaty, the sleeves of his black hoodie were pushed up enough to reveal the tattoos on his skin. definitely thatâs the hottest part on his body.
âgotta clean up after your mess,â you teased with a smile, his eyes glanced to the desk. makeup smudged over it, dirty tissues, q-tips, some brushes that you didnât use much anymore were scattered all over it.
he chuckled and stepped inside the room finally, he closed the door behind himself. you heard the click of the lock that made your stomach flip. the room felt more smaller by now, more.. intimate you could say.
âyou sure thatâs all?â his tone was light, almost playful, but when he turned around to look at you, there was something in his eyes â a glint, hinted at the unspoken tension that had been lingering between the two of you for weeks now.
you raised an eyebrow, âwhat else would i be here for?â
a faint smirk got on his lips and he started walking towards you, painfully slowly.
you gulped, his eyes dropped down to your neck for a second, then back to your face. when he got to you, he didnât mutter a single word and just plopped down on the makeup chair.
you frowned, obviously you werenât going to do his makeup at this hour. your eyes followed his hand, smudging the makeup from the table onto his finger, which he smeared on the black sweatpants he wore, on his crotch.
âthink you missed a spot?â he looked up at you with desire in his eyes, his tone playful. you took a deep breath, âwhat?â you muttered with big eyes that stared right back at him, glancing between his eyes and the spot on his pants.
fuck, you could see the shape of it, the makeup matched his skin color, the curiosity of how it looked like made you go feral, all you wanted to do right now is fuck him till you were the one crying, till the shape of his cock was carved into your insides.
the room felt heavy, the air thick with something you couldn't quite place. you walked over to him, his eyes following your every step. you tried to ignore the way your heart sped up under his stare.
you grabbed a wet tissue from the desk, he stood up behind you, his chest pressed against your back. âtell me you feel this too,â
your breath caught in your throat as his words hung in the air between you, thick and heavy. you tried to laugh it off, but your heart betrayed you, thudding loudly in your chest as if it wanted to answer for you. his gaze didnât waver, dark eyes searching your face through the mirror, waiting for a reaction.
you cleared your throat as you focused on the tissue again, wiping the table but the trembling in your hands exposed you.
âfeel what?â your voice was quieter than you intended to, you didnât dare to look up, knowing youâd be faced with his serious, desire full eyes.
âthis, ___.â he sighed and he sneaked his hands on your hips, holding you tightly. your eyes closed, the contact was electric, sending a shiver down your spine.
his skin felt like burning even through the layers of clothes. âthereâs this-â he stopped for a second, frustration started to build up in him.
âthis thing, that i donât know where to put.â you froze, his hands moving up your sides, he stopped at under your breasts. âevery time weâre in the same room, i canât help but to fantasize about you.â
âtell me,â he whispered, his hands went back down, this time on your stomach, his movements stopped at the top of your jeans.
âtell me you feel it too,â he pressed his body closer again, his crotch poked at your ass, his face in the crook of your neck. his eyes focused on you through the mirror. âplease,â he begged and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.
yes! youâd felt it too, â every time he sat down to get his makeup done by you, whenever he opened his eyes to look up at you, every brush of your fingers against his skin, every lingering glances shared across the room.
but for fuckâs sake, youâre his makeup artist! nothing more. you thought maybe heâs just being friendly, protective. had no idea his pretty mind was filled with dirty thoughts about you, but the good way.
he was curious how you looked when you were receiving pleasure, especially from him. he dreamt about you beneath him, wishing he could take you right then and there, in the middle of the room with everyone else around.
he wouldnât have minded, wanted to show everyone itâs him who youâre fucking, itâs him who makes you moan, who makes you scream and cry out his name, not nobody else.
with a shaky breath you finally looked up, your eyes met his in the mirror. âi do,â your hand hovered on his, resting on your stomach. his lips curved into a small, knowing smile. with a swift move he turned you around, body still closer to each other than ever.
his arms slid from your waist, up your arm until he reached the side of your neck. his touch was soft, careful, but the heat from his skin made your body ache with anticipation.
he leaned in, nose touching yours. you were going insane, dizzy from just the thought of whatâs about to happen between the two of you. your hands found their way to his hair, tugging lightly.
you donât know who moved first, â but you both attacked each otherâs lips hungrily, your teeth crashed together. a moan left his mouth at the feeling of your lips on his, the vibration made you press your thighs together.
all the pent-up desire, all the unspoken words between you, came rushing to the surface. his hand tightened on your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, desperate.
he pulled away, a string of saliva between your lips. both of your breathing heavy, chests moving fast.
âyou have no idea how many times iâve imagined this,â he whispered with a smile. one of his hand slid from your neck down to your waist, gripping you firmly as he backed up and sat down on the chair behind him, guiding you down onto his lap.
your forehead was resting against his, âwe shouldnât..â you whispered, his hand moved up to caress your skin and your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch.
his thumb brushed against your lip, âmaybe,â he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. âbut it feels too good.â
he captured your lips again, every move of his mouth sent waves of electricity through you. his hands roamed your body, â your sides, your hips, your back and then finally, his hands slid down to your ass, gripping your cheeks with his huge hands.
you sighed in the kiss, he pulled you even more closer, your heat brushed against his crotch. you melted into him, youâve completely lost control over your body.
he pulled away and a hiss left his mouth when you moved your hips as you slowly grinded on him.
his eyes locked with yours, his bottom lip between his teeth while yours was slightly open. his hands gripped your hips, he helped you move, a little bit faster.
âshit,â he breathed out, his head thrown back in pleasure. your eyes dropped to his neck, veins popped, sweat dripping. you leaned down to plant soft kisses on his skin, a low groan left his lips as he felt yours, nibbling and sucking on his skin.
your hips slowed down, your body grew tired. he lifted his head back only to be met with the scene of you pulling your shirt off over your head.
his eyes fell to your breasts, which were still hidden from his eyes with your black bra. he buried his face in your chest, kissing on the top of your breasts while his hand carefully unclasped your bra.
it slid down your shoulders, all the way to where your body met his. he threw the unneeded clothing away, his palms massaging your breasts.
âso pretty,â he whispered and you looked down. âi think theyâre small,â he chuckled at your confession.
he shook his head with a smile, âno, theyâre just perfect.â he gave you no time to respond as his lips captured your perky left nipple. he gently slapped the other, massaging it after.
your breath hitched, he sucked and bit on your nipple, pulling away with a smack of his lips. he gave the same attention to your other one, your hips once again grinded against his already hard bulge in his pants.
he pulled away from your chest, his eyes looking up at you with hunger. his fingers gripped your jeans, âletâs take this off, yeah?â
you got up from his lap, he watched you strip the remaining clothes that hid the rest of your body. he took off his clothes himself too, his hand reached out for you to grab.
he pulled you towards him again, helping you sit down on his lap once more.
âare you sure?â he asked as you sat there, skin to skin. you eagerly nodded, you wanted this more than anything, just like him.
âyes,â you moved, your core brushed against his cock. âplease,â you purred, he bit back a moan at the feeling of your bare pussy.
he decided to not waste any time with fingering you first, he knew you needed to get stretched and itâs gonna burn like hell. he put his stupid desire in the first place, but he realized that too late.
with a hand holding his dick and the other guiding your waist, you slowly sank down on him. your body stiffened, you let your head fall down to his chest, your forehead resting against him.
he knitted his eyebrows together, your walls clenching around him made it so hard for him to fully fill you up.
he caressed your back, âyou need to relax,â he whispered and planted a kiss on top of your head. his hand sneaked to your core, his finger rubbed your clit in a circular motion.
he helped you relax your muscles, immediately slipping inside of you easily. a quiet moan left your mouth, you stayed like that for a while. he wanted you to be okay, he cares about you.
âall good?â he asked, your face still in his chest. you nodded, he moved beneath you, he wanted to fuck you like crazy but he put you first, though it was getting hard for him to control his body.
you suddenly rolled your hips, leaving him with an open mouth. âfuck, ___,â he husked, his grip on your waist was firm.
you looked up at him, you rode his dick with all your energy. the room was filled with your low moans and your skin meeting, both of your bodies sweaty and hot.
you got tired, your pace turned slower and your breathing got heavy. unlike him, heâs a singer, so his stamina is far more better than yours.
he slightly lifted you up at your waist, he took over the control now. he pounded into you from beneath, your body arched and you turned into a moaning mess.
you were never that loud in bed, your moans has always been quiet and soft. jungkook got to see a side of you that he never wanted to forget.
he never wants to forget how your brows knitted together, how your mouth fell agape and eyes shut from the pleasure that he was giving you.
he felt you clench around him, his head was thrown back again. he let out a low grunt as he fastened his pace, hitting every right spot. your body tensed, your walls tight around him which made him hiss.
he felt you release around his cock as he fucked you through it, âalmost there,â he heavily breathed out, trying to reach his own orgasm too.
he pulled out and pumped himself as he released his cum on your stomach, his eyes were tightly shut, letting every drop of him on your skin.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 28: Two Is Company, Three Is A Party
Summary: Things don't quite go as expected during your heat, but he can hardly complain.
Pairings: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 12.150 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, UNSAFE SEX (please do not do this in real life, practice safe sex), anal sex, anal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), Dom/sub dynamics, threesomes, heat cycles, knotting, kissing, body fluids, cum eating, face sitting, spanking (it's like twice), Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, aftercare, and fluff
A/N: Well, this one got away from me. Not much to say other than heed the warnings and DO NOT read this in public or in underwear you care about...also maybe ditch the underwear all together this time.
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Kyleâs eyes immediately dart back to meet Johnâs gaze. The word coming from your lips has shocked him, startled him even. You hadnât said much during your first heat, reduced mostly to unintelligible mumbling when you were aware enough to look around with that hazy gleam in your eyes. Here, but not aware. Now your eyes are clear, staring up at him intently as you cling to his wrist. He canât help but wonder if youâll remember this, or if itâll stay lost in the haze.Â
John stares back at him, his gaze focused but Kyle knows him well enough to tell heâs just as surprised. Heâs still drinking the electrolyte drink, his throat bobbing slowly with every swallow. Kyle knows heâs doing it so he wonât have to answer right away, assessing the situation in the moment of clarity from his rut. Heâs still wrapped around you, still locked inside you.Â
The moment seems to last an hour, the tension between the three of you palpable. The anticipation from Kyle, waiting to see what John will say, the intense desire from you to pull him onto the bed, and Johnâs uncertainty as to how to proceed. It's not uncommon for betas to join during heats, it's not even that uncommon for betas to be the ones helping during heats. The pups of a beta and omega pairing do exist after all.Â
Kyle's eyes haven't left John's, even as you mouth at his wrist, tongue laving over the sensitive skin, teeth gently scraping like you're trying to devour him. He can't help the stirring in his pants from the heavy scents in the air, the sounds that had been coming from the room less than 20 minutes ago still ringing loud in his ears.Â
John pulls the now empty bottle from his lips, taking the time to screw the cap back on. Kyle holds his hand out automatically, ready to take it like he could escape your tight grip to toss it into the garbage with the others. He debates throwing it into the garbage from where he's standing, but the loud nose might startle you, which might make John get defensive.Â
Instead he lets it drop to the floor. He'll pick it up later.Â
John continues to stare at him, holding his gaze. There's sweat beading on Kyle's back as he waits for what's coming next, what John's decision will be. He has no reason to be nervous. The fact he's in this room, so close to them speaks volumes of trust John has, the safety he feels letting Kyle around his omega in such a vulnerable position.Â
âShe wants you.â John finally says, leaving it open to Kyle. It's not an order, it's not a hesitant decision left open for you to make, it's not even a direct question. It's an opportunity, an opportunity for Kyle to make the final decision. You've already decided, and in presenting this opportunity, so has John.Â
Kyle takes half a step back, a whine leaving your lips but you let him go. Your whine cuts through him, desperate and needy and almost sad. It hurts him, only aiding his decision.Â
He kicks off his shoes, stripping out of his shirt and pants. He debates leaving his boxers on, but he already knows what's going to happen, what the endgame of this will be. Itâll be one less obstacle for all three of you.Â
Your eyes are intense as you stare at him, lips parted as your eyes zero in on his half-hard cock. Kyle approaches the bed again, the sweet scent of omega in heat thickening in the air. You reach out for him again, but not for his wrist.Â
John folds your arms against your chest, shifting the two of you backwards to make room. âNot yet,â he murmurs in your ear. âLet him get settled in.â
Kyle stares down at where the two of you are still connected, your pussy gaping wide around Johnâs knot. He swallows thickly, his cock twitching to life. Heâs careful as he climbs on the bed, not wanting to cause you to shift on John's knot. He lays down face to face with you, a content smile tugging at your lips. The haze is returning, your eyes getting glassy as you tug Kyle closer.
He's not expecting it as you kiss him, wet and sloppy as your tongue traces his lips. Kyle shifts himself closer, his hand settling on your hip as he kisses you back, your mouth wet and hot as his tongue slips inside, dragging against yours.Â
His hand slowly trails down your hip, fingers gliding across your still warm skin. You moan against his lips as his fingers follow the dip of your hip down closer to your mound. He can feel where John's knot begins, bulging in your pelvis right above your slit. Kyle lets a finger brush your clit and he can feel the way you spasm around Johnâs knot. John lets out a groan as you tighten around him.Â
You pull away from his lips with a whine, pressing your face into his neck. Kyle leans up on his elbow, giving you more skin to explore as his fingers trail lower, brushing around your puffy lips to the base of John's cock, the small bit that still sticks out of you. He runs his fingers over the red, almost pulsing skin. John lets out another groan, his hips grinding against your ass. It tugs at the knot inside you, causing you to let out a breathy moan that blows hot against the wet spot youâve made on his neck. Goosebumps form on his skin as he brushes the underside of John's cock, the alpha pushing his hips against yours again.Â
Kyle pulls his hand away as pain erupts in the dip where his neck meets his shoulder. âOw-fuck!â He hisses, jerking away as John sinks his hand into your hair with the arm that's under you, forcing your head back.Â
Kyle rubs the sore spot on his neck as John chuckles, leaning his head against yours. âShe's in a biting mood this time.â He rasps, a satisfied grin pulling at your lips, still shiny with a mix of yours and Kyleâs spit. âGot me at the start, naughty little thing.â
John grinds his hips against you again, your eyes nearly rolling back as you meet his movements, grinding back against him. Kyle can see it, the change beginning to happen. The haze is settling back in, the moment of clarity gone. It's been almost just over a half hour. It can take between 30 minutes to an hour for an alpha's knot to deflate.Â
âShe's so sensitive.â John continues, his lips brushing your cheek. âCan make her cum so easily.âÂ
John's other hand wraps around you, pushing against the bulge in your pelvis. You let out a high pitched whine, your body shaking as you cum around his knot just like that. John curses, eyes squeezing closed as he presses his face against the side of your head. His cock is twitching, his knot tugging on your pussy but you don't seem to care.Â
âFuck...â John groans, the sound long and dragged out as his hand leaves your pelvis, sinking into the sheets in front of you.Â
Kyle sits all the way up, watching curiously as John's cock continues to spasm. Quiet growls leave his lips as his cock begins to soften. His knot is getting smaller and smaller, deflating and releasing its hold on you. John lifts your top leg up over his hips before pulling his cock free. A gush of slick and cum is forced out of you as your walls spasm, slowly relaxing after being forced open for so long.Â
Kyle can't help himself as he reaches out, gathering some of the viscous cocktail that's gathered on your thigh. It's almost slimy as it coats his fingers, your slick wetter than your normal arousal. Not quite as sticky. John's cum has thickened it, tainting it a milky white color.Â
âBeautiful, isn't it?â John smirks, watching Kyle rub the mix of their fluids between his fingers. âGive her a minute, she'll be gushing slick again and you can get a taste.â
He's right, you've begun to tremble, the skin of your thigh starting to warm even more where his leg is pressed against yours. Your pussy is fluttering still, pushing the rest of John's cum out.
Kyle can't help himself again as he gathers more of your release on his fingers, pushing it back inside you. You're tight around his fingers despite the fact you had just taken your alphaâs knot. You squeeze around him, slick gushing around his fingers. It coats his hand, warm and wet. He pulls his fingers from you, watching your pussy spasm as more slick seeps out of you, coating your folds and dripping onto the skin of your thigh. Your scent has thickened in the air, making his mouth water. It's going to his head, making his cock throb.Â
He can understand now why alphas will fight over an omega in heat.Â
John moves, shifting both of you on the bed until his back rests against your headboard, your body between his legs. He grips you behind your knees, pulling your legs up until you're damn near folded in half. You don't seem to care, panting as sweat begins to bead on your skin. You've gone almost limp, pliable and willing so long as the ache in your core gets relieved.Â
John's eyes are dark as he stares at Kyle, his fingers digging into your skin. âWell?â He smirks. âAre you going to give her what she wants?âÂ
Kyle's eyes drift between your legs, your pussy spread open before him like a buffet. Itâs not a new sight. Heâs been between your thighs many times, tasted you on his tongue. Yet it feels different now, because it is different. The situation has changed. Heâs not fucking you because youâve come to him, sought him out to relieve the ache between your legs, the neediness thatâs built up the whole day. Youâre still needy, still begging, but itâs because you have to. Your body needs to be filled, needs to have an alphaâs knot to ease the ache. Your body wants pups, and so itâs forcing you to the peak of attraction to an alpha. Pheromones thick in the air to drive alphas into their most base state, slick coating your thighs to ease the taking of a knot.Â
His eyes are glued to you as slick continues to seep out of you, sliding down your ass until it drips onto the sheet below. Heâs no alpha, but your pheromones are getting to him, fogging his own mind in need. Heâs felt it when he enters to clean, to ensure youâve eaten and hydrated, that nothing has gone wrong, but the feeling leaves as soon as heâs in the clear air in the hallway. He had thought it was simply the knowledge of what was happening, the sounds from the room and then seeing you and his alpha knotted together. Itâs a natural reaction to a beautiful omega naked in front of him.Â
He understands it now as his mouth goes dry, staring at your shiny pussy. Itâs his turn to experience it, his chance to understand firsthand what both you and John go through. He feels the urge to bend down, to taste you, to drink from the source like your slick is the only thing that will ease his thirst.Â
He bends down, laying flat on the bed so heâs face to face with your weeping slit. The room is silent, even your own panting breaths quiet, waiting in anticipation. He leans forward, pressing his face against your slit. He inhales deeply, his eyes almost fluttering as your pheromones go straight to his brain. They swirl around his synapses before shooting down his spine, seeping into his veins and warming his body. His cock is hard and leaking onto the mattress beneath him, throbbing for some relief. He won't give it any yet, wanting to wait until he at least gets a taste of you.Â
He drags his tongue through your folds, moaning at the sweet taste of you. There's still a hint of your natural taste under there, but the sweetness of your slick has him burying his face in your folds. He laps at the source, pressing his tongue into your pussy, drinking up your slick like a man starved. His nose presses against your clit, and he inhales the sweet scent of your slit with every breath. Your skin is hot, feverish as his hands slip under you, holding your hips up as he feasts on you desperately. He feels like he's in heat himself, or perhaps as close to a rut as a beta can get. His face is soaked, your slick dripping down his chin, adding to the mess both dry and still wet on the sheets.
You're panting and whining, pushing your hips up against his face desperately. He doesn't care. He'd drown here happily. His nose continues to brush your clit, making you whine all desperate and needy. His cock is throbbing, but he resists the urge to grind against the bed. Not yet.Â
âPlease, please!â You whine, pussy fluttering around his tongue. You are sensitive, nearly to the brink and he's barely touched you.Â
He presses harder against your clit, a loud moan falling from your lips as you cum around his tongue, sweet slick gushing into his face along with the familiar, tangy taste of your cum. He licks every last drop from your pussy, or at least as much as he can with how your slick is still seeping out of you endlessly.Â
He lifts himself up from your pussy, meeting John's gaze. John beckons him closer, gripping Kyle's chin as soon as he's within armâs distance and pulling him against his lips. Thereâs a low rumble in his chest, the sound shooting straight down Kyleâs spine. It makes him shudder, his cock twitching.Â
John licks into his mouth, tasting you on his tongue before licking your slick from his face. Kyle can't help but moan, his cock smearing precum against your thigh.Â
âYou want her?â John breathes against his lips. âYou want to feel her?â
Kyle breathes out a quiet moan, nodding. âYes, sir.âÂ
He backs up as John releases your legs, letting you flop onto the bed. He maneuvers out from behind you until you're laying flat on the bed, limp yet willing. You let out a whine, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction. He canât imagine youâre getting any, not with how slick your thighs and pussy are.Â
John moves off the bed, cock hanging hard and heavy between his thighs. âPresent for your beta.â John says, the alpha command strong in his voice as he slaps your ass lightly. âShow him how good of an omega you are.â
You let out a whine, flopping over and shuffling your legs under you. Kyle doesnât think youâll be able to do it, given your weak state, but you surprise him. Your upper body is still pressed into the mattress, but your hips lift, slick still drooling out of your pussy. Kyle is nearly drooling himself staring at your puffy lips and soaked skin.Â
He jumps as John's hand slaps his own ass cheek. âWell, give her what she wants.â His voice is rough, his alpha still slipping out around the edges.Â
Kyle moves forward almost automatically, obeying the command of his alpha. He shifts so he's kneeling behind you, fisting his cock. It's still hard and throbbing, precum dripping from the tip. He drags the head through your folds, slipping through easily thanks to the slick. Heâd understood the importance of slick before from his research for your first heat, but now heâs getting a firsthand demonstration.Â
His hand closes around your hip, holding you steady as he presses into you with a groan. Youâre so hot and wet and tight around him, your pussy fluttering around him like itâs trying to pull him in. Soft, breathy moans slip from your lips, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as he sinks into you completely with one press of his hips. He pauses in surprise as his hips press flush against your ass without even having to work you open. He supposes youâve been taking Johnâs not repeatedly, but yet youâre still just as tight around him as he remembers, if not tighter. He shifts forward slightly so his hips are flush with your ass, his eyes following a bead of sweat as it slides down the line of your spine. Itâs hot in the room, and youâre hot under his hands, skin burning with the flames of your desperation. He understands canât give you what you need, not completely, but he can give you a little relief.Â
He can feel Johnâs eyes on him as he begins to move, pulling back before sinking back into you. Your pussy seems to have a mind of its own as it flutters around him, letting him pull back before pulsing around him, pulling him back in. Heâs fucked you plenty of times, but itâs never felt like this. So slick and warm and responsive. Your body moves in accordance with his movements, pushing and pulling with every thrust of his cock in and out of you. It makes his head spin, his movements starting to pick up speed. Thereâs no resistance, his cock gliding in and out of your pussy easily.Â
âFuck...â He groans, clinging desperately to his sanity as he tries not to cum immediately. Youâre whimpering and whining under him, legs already shaking but he canât tell if it's from the effort of holding yourself up or from your pleasure.Â
Low growls rumble in Johnâs throat, the wet sound of him pumping his cock mixing with the wet squelch of your pussy. Itâs an obscene chorus, the harmony of moans and growls and the wet sounds of sex. Slick continues to drip out around his cock, smearing on his skin. Youâre pushing back weakly against him, moaning and drooling on the sheets. Youâre doing what omegas are supposed to do during heats, lay there and take your alphaâs knot over and over in hopes of being bred. You wonât be, you have protections against that, but your brain canât comprehend that right now. It canât comprehend much of anything in this state. Â
You squeeze tightly around him, trembling as youâre thrown into an orgasm. Your walls clench, gripping him like a vice, so tightly he almost canât move. Slick gushes out around his cock, soaking his pelvis, dripping down his thighs. The sensation is almost heavenly as you spasm around him, almost trying to pull him deeper, coax a knot out of him that he canât give you.Â
He starts to grind against you, his vision almost going dark as his own orgasm is forced out of him suddenly, his hands tightening around your hips. You whine as he holds you, hips probably sore from John, but he canât find it in him to care as he bends over your back, holding your ass flush with his hips. Heâs gasping for air, trembling himself from the shared sensation of your orgasm and his own.Â
Itâs almost too much.Â
Almost.Â
âYouâre not done.â John says, trailing a hand down Kyleâs spine, smearing the sweat thatâs broken out across his body. âGive her another.âÂ
Kyle canât disagree, canât even ask for a moment to gather his head as he begins moving again, your body sucking him in so tightly he can hardly do more than grind his hips against your ass. You donât seem to care, needy whines and moans slipping out of your lips.Â
Johnâs hand dips between Kyleâs thighs, collecting some of your slick before he presses his finger against Kyleâs hole. Kyle lets out a sound thatâs almost a whine of his own at the sensation.
âOpen up for me.â His alpha growls, nipping at the skin of his ass cheek. âBe a good boy.âÂ
Kyle nearly cums again, fighting to relax as he continues to fuck you. He bends over you further as John presses a slick covered finger into his ass, a deep groan leaving his throat. Youâre still laying there, eyes pinched closed in pleasure as you create a puddle of drool around your mouth. Whisps of hair stick to your face, falling out of the braid Johnny had done for you. He should redo it, keep it in place for the few days still left of your heat.Â
Heâs pulled from his thoughts when John grips his throat, pulling him back upright. Johnâs finger is still in his ass, moving with the thrusts of his hips. âGonna make her cum again?â John growls, licking Kyleâs lips. Their kiss is rough and sloppy, spit passing between them as they lick at each otherâs mouths.Â
Kyle groans as John pulls the finger from his ass, gathering more slick before pressing two back in. âShit,â He curses, his hips stuttering against your ass.Â
You cum around him again, legs nearly giving out. He clings to your hips, keeping you up. He understands why you carry such nasty looking bruises around your hips after your heat now. Itâs not just Johnâs iron grip, itâs to keep you steady.Â
âThatâs it.â John growls, fucking his fingers into Kyleâs ass, opening him up.Â
Kyleâs cock twitches in anticipation, his hips driving into your ass to hasten his own orgasm in excitement for whatâs coming next.Â
Kyleâs body does give out as his orgasm slams into him, his hands just barely managing to catch him before he falls into you. Your own body trembles, squeezing around him, milking every last drop. Your legs give out, your body slumping onto the bed. Kyle follows you, keeping his cock inside you. Youâre tensed around him, still seeking what he canât give you. It has to be torture, your body desperate for a knot, for some relief to the pain you must be in, yet Kyle canât stop. He canât have mercy on you, not yet.Â
Itâs addicting, the feeling of fucking you during your heat. He gets the insanity alphas seem to be overwhelmed by during an omegaâs heat. Itâs not just the pheromones driving the mating instinct, not the sweet scent that drives them crazy. The feeling of your body, the way your pussy sucks him in all wet and hot...for a moment he does wish he could knot you, just to feel what itâs like.Â
John pushes a hand into his back, pressing him fully on top of you. Kyle moves onto his elbows, just preventing you from taking his full weight. Youâre hot under him, skin feverish and slicked with sweat. His cheek rests against your damp hair, one of his hands slipping up the bed. He brushes your drool slick skin with his thumb, your shallow gasps pressing your back up against his chest.Â
âPlease....please...â You whine, pushing your ass back against him.Â
âEasy.â John says, kneeling over both of you on the bed. His hand slips down between your legs, gathering the slick still seeping out around Kyleâs cock.Â
The wet sound of John smearing your slick on his cock is loud in the silence, Kyleâs cheeks clamping in anticipation. Youâre clenching around him, almost begging him to move again, but it wonât be him in control anymore.Â
Not that he really was in control in the first place.Â
John presses his tip against Kyleâs hole, the beta pressing his face into your hair as he groans. His own hand grips the sheets as John presses further in, shifting closer to Kyleâs ass as he works himself into the tight passage.Â
âFuck...â Kyle whines, grinding his hips against your ass. You whine softly at the sensation, pressing against him as much as you can with their combined weight pinning you down.Â
âThatâs it.â John groans, pressing in further. âFuck...you can take it.âÂ
John begins moving his hips shallowly, thrusting further and further into Kyleâs ass. Kyle feels a bit like you, unable to do much but lay there and take it as John begins to fuck his ass. Johnâs thrusts push him into you, his cock grinding into your pussy. Their combined rocking has your clit rubbing against the bed, your eyes rolling in pleasure.Â
You cum twice around Kyleâs cock as John fucks him, his hips slapping against Kyleâs ass. John's hands grip Kyleâs hips tight enough Kyle might sport bruises of his own after this. Deep growls rumble in Johnâs chest, echoing almost in time with his thrusts. Kyle feels like whimpering from the combined pleasure of your pussy clenching around him and Johnâs cock driving into his ass. He canât think anymore feeling just as out of it as you look.Â
For a moment Kyle is worried you might have passed out under him, and he lifts himself higher up on his elbows, ready to tap out in concern. You shift under him as he presses up, trying to push yourself up too, arching against Kyleâs chest. He breathes out a quiet sigh of relief as you move, unable to do much still except whine and plead.Â
âPlease, please, please,â You repeat it like a mantra, head bending back as your body spasms, the sweetest moans falling from your lips. âAlpha!âÂ
You cry out for him as slick and fluid gushes out of you, your hips lifting off the bed as you push your ass against Kyle. John lets out an animalistic growl as he picks up the pace, fucking Kyle so hard he nearly sees stars.Â
âIâve got you,â John grunts, bending over Kyleâs back. âIâve got you.âÂ
Kyle can feel it, worry flooding through him for a moment as the base of Johnâs cock swells, pushing against the ring of his ass. Heâs never taken a knot before, never had a chance to. Heâs not sure he wants to as the feels the size of it. He might tear in half.Â
Instead John pulls out of him, grunting as he jerks his cock until heâs spurting his hot cum across Kyleâs ass. Youâve gone limp beneath him again, your only movement the slow push of your hips backwards against him. Kyle gently turns your head so your face isnât pressed into the mattress. The last thing they need is you accidentally suffocating yourself. He canât help but wonder if John has enough awareness to do the same, or if suffocation is a fear he should worry about during your heats. He hadnât even thought of that during your first heat.Â
John slaps his ass, getting his attention again. âOff.â He says, pushing Kyle to the side.Â
Kyle gets the memo, his cock sore as he pulls out of you, flopping over to the side. John drags a hand up your back, the motion very soft and intimate compared to the rough fucking you both had just taken. John wraps his arms around you, lifting you up against his chest. You let him move you, limp again in his arms, your head pressing back against his shoulder. Slick still dribbles out of you, mixed with Kyleâs cum.Â
âOver here. On your back.â John directs Kyle and he moves despite his own exhaustion, laying where you had just been. The bed is wet, the sheets soaked through. Kyle silently thanks whoever created plastic heat protectors for mattresses as he settles on his back.Â
John lets you flop to the side, Kyle grateful you just miss smacking your head against the wall. Youâre staring at him, eyes lidded as you continue to pant. Your hand slips down between your legs, fingers pressing into your pussy despite the fucking you had just taken, the fucking youâve done since your heat started. John tugs him further down the bed, his knees bent and feet against the footboard. His cock twitches as he waits patiently for whatâs going to come next.Â
John tugs you up, a whine leaving your lips as your fingers are forced out of you. He maneuvers your body into place, kneeling over Kyleâs face. Excitement thrums in his veins as slick dribbles out of you, dripping onto his chin. He licks his lips, dipping his tongue down his chin to try and get a taste of it again.Â
Kyle feels like he may be in heat as John pushes you forward just slightly, his arms wrapped around your middle as his cock presses into you. His knot has deflated for now, his length slipping easily into your slick pussy. Your hands grip the headboard as John begins to fuck you, holding you up over Kyleâs face. Kyle sticks his tongue out, catching your slick and the remnants of his own cum as Johnâs thrusts force it out of you. Despite the soreness of his cock itâs twitching back to life, the taste and scent of you on his face nearly driving him over the edge.Â
You let out the most delicious sounding whines as your alpha finally fucks you, promising you what Kyle canât: temporary relief from the fire in your veins and the ache between your thighs. A knot. Your legs shake around his head, Kyleâs hands coming up to grip the backs of your knees. He wouldnât care if you dropped on him. Heâd take a broken nose if it meant heâd get to taste your slick from the source again. He could always text Dr. Keller to come and patch him up, though heâd have to tell her how it happened.Â
He doubts sheâd care.Â
John keeps his hold on you tight though, keeping you up as he fucks into you roughly, the bed shaking from the force of his thrusts. You tremble above Kyle as you cum again, more slick gushing out around Johnâs cock. Itâs obscene from his angle, Johnâs cock driving into your sopping pussy, slick oozing out around his cock, wetting your thighs and Johnâs thighs and Kyleâs face. He licks as much as he can from his face, basking in the sweet taste of you raining down over him like manna from heaven.Â
John groans, his cock twitching as he cums inside you, his hips pressing tight against your ass. Your legs nearly give out again, Kyleâs grip tightening around your thighs instinctively. John pulls out of you, quickly lowering you over Kyleâs mouth. He doesnât have to say anything as Kyleâs hands slide up to grip your hips, holding you in place as he begins to lick up the slick and cum seeping out of you.Â
Itâs a musky, sweet concoction, savory and sweet on his tongue. John is still holding you up, keeping you steady as you twitch over Kyle, sensitive and dripping all over his face. Your knees squeeze Kyleâs head as you cum again, Kyle having to turn his head to breathe for a moment as you nearly waterboard him with your slick.Â
Kyle licks every last drop of your cum and Johnâs. He could lay here, licking your slick all day, but he knows that would be near torture for you. No matter how many times he can make you cum, he canât give you what you need.Â
He pushes you up slightly, back into Johnâs hold. âDo it.â He gasps, taking in deep breaths after nearly being drowned in your slick. âGive her what she needs.âÂ
John pulls you back, backing up slightly as Kyle moves up the bed more. Your slick is still coating his face, dripping down his chin to his neck and chest. John bends you over Kyleâs chest, letting you rest there as you present for your alpha, somehow still able to hold yourself up. Omega instincts he supposes, giving you the strength to present all pretty and dripping for your alpha. Kyleâs fingers brush your burning skin, your entire body soaked in sweat. Youâre still rocking your hips, trying to push back against John. How youâre even awake, let alone still moving is a miracle to him. Another wonder of omega biology.Â
You let out a content sigh as John presses back into you, his hips immediately snapping against your ass as he sets a near brutal pace. Heâs been fighting it as well, fighting that urge to knot you as soon as he can. Kyle feels honored, having this opportunity, sharing this moment with the two of you. His research has paled in comparison to seeing it in person. He understands it better now, understands the two of you and how you fit together perfectly in this moment. Your body responds naturally to your alphaâs, pulsing around Johnâs cock as you seek out his knot. John brings you endless amounts of pleasure, both of you ruled by your instincts which provide you both with an intense stamina.Â
Kyle doesn't have that stamina, but he doesnât mind. He canât even imagine doing this for a day, much less a week. Yet, despite his exhaustion, his cock still continues to twitch, half hard as he holds Johnâs gaze. His alphaâs eyes are dark, focused and intense. Growls leave his lips, rumbling through his chest. You answer with your own whines, only driving the animalistic instincts within you both. Youâre lost in your heat now, just as John is lost in his rut, only bordering on awareness because of Kyleâs presence.Â
Had Kyle not been in here, he knows John would have had you in this position for the next hour, fucking you relentlessly until he could finally knot you and bring both of yourselves a little relief. Kyle would have stayed out in the hallway for a while, letting you both rest and John care for you until he decided it was time to check on you both and clean things up a little.Â
Youâre both close. He can tell by the way you shake over him, hands pushing into his chest as you try to lift yourself up, fingers scratching at his skin, but they canât get enough of a grip to hurt. John is close too, deep growls rumbling in his chest as he pulls back into his thrusts. His knot must be swelling, pushing against your entrance.Â
âPlease...Please alpha!!â You cry, trying to push back against him. âNeed it!âÂ
âNeed that?â John growls, grinding against you. âNeed my knot?âÂ
âPlease!â You whine pathetically, writhing over Kyle.Â
He wants to watch, he wants to see Johnâs knot push into you, spread you open, push in until youâre locked in place. âLet me see.â He breathes, still holding Johnâs gaze. âLet me see it.âÂ
John understands even in his hazy state, bending down to lift you back up against his chest. Kyle can see it, his swollen knot pushing against your pussy with every thrust of his hips. Youâre crying, begging incoherently for it, trying to push down on it.Â
âShhhh,â John shushes you, his lips brushing your cheek. âAlphaâs got you.âÂ
The words nearly have Kyle cumming again, his balls tightening as John reassures you, promises you heâll give you what you need. Your neck bends back, your head pushing against Johnâs shoulder as he begins to lower you while pushing his hips up, fighting the natural resistance as his knot spreads you open. The slight tapering of it makes it easier, easing your pussy open in preparation for the widest part. Youâre shaking, body almost spasming as he presses his knot into you, your pussy spread almost impossibly wide as he slips all the way in, groaning as he locks in place inside you. Kyle can see your pussy spasm, your eyes rolling back as you cum again around him, the last bit of slick dribbling out of you before the rest is trapped inside you by your alphaâs knot.Â
John doesnât let you drop this time, instead lowering you down gently against Kyleâs chest, moving with you. The dark intensity of his eyes has lessened, softening back into the blue he recognizes. John gently moves you off Kyleâs chest, shifting to the side so youâre lying next to the beta. Kyle turns onto his side facing the two of you, his body covered in slick and sweat and your drool. The heaviness of your combined scents has faded a bit in the air, not quite as intense as it had been even just moments ago.Â
Heâs breathing heavily, almost as heavily as the two of you. Youâve fallen unconscious, or at least you look like you have as you lay there limply, eyes closed, sweaty with drool still wet on your chin. âThank you.â He says, his gaze meeting Johnâs again. âThank you for letting me do this.âÂ
The corners of Johnâs lips pull up in a smile. âIâm glad you got to experience it. I doubt sheâd complain if you wanted to stay.â He says, trailing his fingers down your arm. You twitch just slightly, and Kyle can imagine how overstimulated you must be from everything.Â
Kyle breathes out a laugh, shaking his head. âIâm not sure I could handle much more.âÂ
John does smile now, his eyes flickering downwards. âOne more?âÂ
Kyle swallows as John reaches for his throbbing cock, nodding in agreement. He shifts slightly closer as Johnâs warm hand wraps around his length, his thumb teasing Kyleâs leaking slit. Kyle sighs softly, his cock sensitive from the intense fucking it had just experienced. Heâs gone for longer, but it hadnât been like this. You squeezing around him, tightening like a vice as you came, sucking him in as your body searched for a knot.Â
John begins to move his hand, pumping Kyleâs cock. He wonât last much longer, nearly burning with overstimulation and sensitivity.Â
âFuck, fuck.â He curses softly, eyes squeezing closed as his balls tighten, the wet thwack of his cock filling the air. Itâs damp still from your slick and the mixture of his cum and Johnâs.Â
He cums with a moan, spilling on his chest and the bed. Heâs surprised thereâs anything left, a whimper leaving his lips as John continues to move his hand, working him through his orgasm. John squeezes the base of his cock before releasing him, lifting his hand to Kyleâs face. Kyle licks the bit of his cum that leaked onto Johnâs thumb before leaning into his touch.Â
âGood boy.â John praises, his eyes hooded with exhaustion.Â
The base of Kyleâs spine tingles from his alphaâs praise, but he canât even bring himself to think about getting hard again, much less actually doing it.Â
You let out a soft sound, your eyes cracked open as you stare up at Kyle. He meets your gaze, surprised to see you still conscious. Your hand lifts weakly, thumb pressing against Kyleâs lips before it falls back to the bed. âPretty.âÂ
Both Kyle and John chuckle as you drift back out of it, John keeping one arm tucked under you, the other reaching over to pull Kyle closer. He should get up, grab you all electrolyte drinks and nutrition bars but he canât quite get his body to move. Instead he lays there, staring at you both as you drift in and out of sleep during your quick moment of relief and clarity. John is purring quietly, the sound so different to the deep, animalistic growls that had just been rumbling in his chest.Â
Youâll be back at it soon, needy and desperate to fuck like you havenât been for almost two straight days. Thereâs still at least three more days to go, four if youâre unlucky. Then heâll have to worry about things after your heat ends. It had been rough the first time, and he can imagine it will be again, especially with the week you had before your pre-heat started. Heâll call Dr. Keller again after itâs over, let her come and help you, make sure everything is alright. He doubts anything will go wrong, that John would let anything happen to you.Â
âAlphaâs got you.âÂ
The words still ring in his head. The sincerity, the promise in them. He really does have control, he does make sure youâre safe and well cared for, he does catch you when you fall. Not just during your heat, but outside of it. The difference between John and Simon is only getting clearer as you begin to bond with the packâs second alpha.Â
John is the caretaker, the comforter whose strength comes from his heart and his emotional control. The one who can stay calm and lead even in the most dire situations. Heâs seen it in the pack, and heâs seen it out in the field. His dominance is soft and heâs only harsh when the need arises.Â
Simon is the protector. Heâs rough around the edges, a man of action not comforting words. A clear minded leader, but one well versed in raw power and violence. Heâs abrasive and standoffish, yet fiercely protective of those he deems his.Â
They can see it the most now with you. John is the one you turn to when you need comforting words and to be held. Simon is the one who looms like a protective shadow, a silent threat behind you.Â
Yet he can see the softening around Simonâs harsh edges, those walls heâs built up since you arrived crumbling down around the two of you. Itâs not just in his physical acceptance of you, but the mental acceptance of you being a part of the pack, you being a part of him.Â
He hopes Simon does do it. He hopes Simon will claim you someday, let you bring together both halves of the pack completely. He knows Simon wants to. Johnny has talked about the yearning, the stares, the lingering. Youâd let him. You probably want him to yourself. Yet he knows Simon will hold off, torture himself with it until he has no choice but to give in.Â
Itâs a pattern, a fatal flaw of his.Â
It will happen eventually though. They all know it.Â
Itâs quiet. Has been for nearly an hour. Itâs been a while since heâs checked on you both, forcing a nutrient bar into Johnâs hands as Kyle sat by the bed feeding you one. Neither of you had been interested in eating, but had begrudgingly chewed the indistinguishable dried mush of nutrient-rich foods shaped into a bar. Kyle had tried a bite of one just to see what it was like.Â
It wasnât good.Â
He had taken it as a sign the end was near. The thumping of the bed against the wall had slowed, losing the ferocity with which it had steadily thump-thump-thumped against the wall for the last five days. Even the moans and groans and growls have quieted, and the breaks between rounds have gotten longer and longer.Â
He gets off his cot, padding silently to the door. He opens it, slipping in before closing it quietly. You and John are cuddled together on the bed. Youâre shivering, the blanket heâd folded and draped over the footboard five days ago is draped over you both.Â
Kyle steps up to the bed, Johnâs eyes opening. He looks tired, eyes slightly red and bags hanging heavy under them. You both have to be exhausted, physically and mentally. He presses his hand to your forehead, a soft whine leaving your lips. John gently shushes you, tightening his hold around you. Your temperature is considerably lower than it has been, even a few hours ago. Kyle lifts the blanket for a moment, checking the two of you. Johnâs knot has deflated and the only thing still leaking out of you is a mixture of leftover slick and Johnâs cum.Â
âIâll go start the bath.â Kyle says, letting the blanket drape over you again.Â
He heads into your bathroom, starting the water in the tub. He waits until it gets warm before putting the stopper in, letting it fill. He opens the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the epsom salt Dr. Keller recommended to help with the soreness. Heâs used it himself, the few times heâs had a bath in the last few years, mostly after missions when heâs been particularly sore, bruised and aching after taking a beating physically and mentally. Heâd used lavender scented salts to try and calm his mind, but heâd chosen to go with unscented for your heat, knowing the added scent may confuse you. Youâll need your alphaâs scent close to ground you in the disoriented state youâll be in for the next couple hours.Â
He pours some salt into the bath, stirring it with his hand until itâs dissolved. He seals the bag, slipping it back in the cupboard before pushing himself to stand. He heads back into your room, pulling the blanket back again before helping John off the bed. They try not to disturb you too much, John flinching at the whine you let out as his warmth disappears. Kyle knows he doesn't want to leave you, but you both need the bath to help with the sore muscles and keep them from locking up after so long. You also need it to help with the sudden drop in your temperature.Â
Kyle eases John into the warm water, helping him sit in the tub. He wishes it was a bigger tub as his alphaâs long legs bend at the knees, unable to stretch out completely. Theyâll want a longer, deeper tub in the seaside cottage youâve dreamed of. Maybe one with jacuzzi jets. Kyle turns off the water, John leaning back against the tile wall, his eyes half closed.Â
Kyle pushes himself up to stand after a moment, heading back to the bed to get you. Youâre shivering, letting out quiet whines as you search out your alpha in your confusion and disorientation.Â
âI know, I know.â He tries to soothe you, projecting his beta scent into the air. It wonât be enough, but it at least offers up some comfort in your state. You still need your alpha even though your heat is over.Â
He scoops you up, wincing as you whine in pain, but he knows itâs necessary. You need the warm water to help keep you stable, and a moment with your alpha to help get you grounded.Â
He eases you into the tub, Johnâs legs parting to make room for you as Kyle settles you against his chest. Your alpha wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as you whimper softly. Kyle makes sure the two of you are settled before getting back up, ensuring the towels are ready before heading back into your room.Â
He pulls the sheet off your bed, crusty and still slightly damp from the week of near nonstop fucking. He knows some of those crusty spots are his own cum, yet he still canât quite believe it really happened. Heâs spent the last few days thinking about it, pinching himself to remind himself it wasnât a dream. He really did get to experience some of your heat.Â
He canât get the image of Johnâs knot pressing into you, your puffy, slick pussy spreading wide around it. The way your body shuddered, the relieved moan as you finally got what you wanted, what you needed. It was a beautiful sight, and he wishes he had Johnnyâs talent so he could paint it and keep it forever.Â
He bundles your clothes in the sheet along with the blanket to take them to the wash, cleaning up the wrappers and bottles and adding them to the trash bag heâd started. He pulls the plastic heat protector from the bed, balling it into another trash bag. He packs the bundle of laundry to the laundry room, starting the washer before taking the two bags of trash out and stuffing them in the bin to get picked up later this week. He wouldnât be surprised if one of them goes missing, some young, desperate alpha pulling it out to jerk off to your scent.Â
It makes his nose scrunch up in disgust.Â
He heads back to your room, pulling the clean sheets out of the top of your closet, remaking the bed. He puts your comforter back on the bed, folding your blankets and putting them at the end of the bed. He stacks your pillows and stuffed animals back in place as much as he can remember, though he knows youâll remake your nest later once youâre more aware. Right now itâs important you be surrounded by the comfort of familiar scents.Â
He makes sure everything is as back in place as it can be, pulling a shirt out of your closet for you to change into once youâre out of the bath. Heâs not quite sure whose it is, the only smell coming off it is the scent of laundry detergent. Itâs soft after being washed quite a few times, likely one of the first you got from them, or at least one youâd stolen early on. Youâd cut the tags out, something youâve done with almost all of your clothes. He canât blame you. If he could, he would do the same.Â
He heads back into the bathroom once everything looks as back to normal as it can, kneeling next to the tub.Â
âHow do you feel?â John asks.Â
Kyle nearly laughs at the question. He should be the one asking him that, but of course John would be worried about the rest of his pack before himself. âNot bad.â He answers. âTired, but nothing compared to how you have to be feeling right now.âÂ
John huffs out a laugh, gently stroking your hair as you whimper softly. Heâs taken it out of the braid, managing to untangle it a little. âThis is the hardest part, I think.âÂ
Kyle nods. âI can imagine.â He grabs a washcloth, squirting some of your strawberry scented soap onto it before he begins gently scrubbing your skin, attempting to get some of the dried fluids off.Â
âFucking nonstop for days in a lust induced haze is easy.â John says, shifting you slightly so Kyle can reach more of your skin. âItâs coming down from it, when you start to feel the effects of fucking for days nearly nonstop that it really starts to settle in. The aches, the pains, the exhaustion from almost no sleep, the hunger, the thirst.â He shakes his head. âMaybe Iâm just old.âÂ
Kyle makes a face. âYou are getting up there.âÂ
John gives him a playful glare, shaking his head. His face softens as he looks at Kyle, dutifully cleaning up after their five day instinct-induced haze. âThank you, for earlier. Giving her what she wanted.âÂ
Kyle nods. âOf course. Couldnât turn down a chance to experience it, and I wouldnât want to leave you with an upset omega during her heat.âÂ
John snorts quietly. âI doubt sheâd have been upset for long. Probably doesnât remember most of it.â
Kyle hums, John helping him get you sitting up so he can rinse your back and attempt to get some of the dirt and fluids out of your hair. A part of him knows thatâs true, but a part of him hopes you will remember at least some of it. Heâll never forget it, his mouth watering slightly as the memories of your slick on his tongue, dripping onto his face. John fucking you over him, letting you drip all over him. It may be a bit selfish of him, but he wants to experience that over and over, every time you sit on his face, every time he fucks you, every time John fucks you in front of him.Â
Kyle helps hold you up, wincing at your whines both in pain and from the loss of your alphaâs touch as he scrubs the dried slick off of his skin. The water is murky from the mix of soap, slick, and cum coming off of you both. The water is starting to get cold as he rinses Johnâs hair, making sure to get the soap off of you both.Â
âReady?â He asks, reaching down to pull the plug.Â
âNo.â John says, lips tugging up in a half smile, likely all he can manage in his exhausted state. âBut the bed is more comfortable than the tub.âÂ
Kyle grins at him, slipping his hands under your arms, and with the help of John, he gets you standing. John twitches at your whine of protest, Kyle holding you up as he tries to towel you off as much as he can. The dryer he can get you, the less cold youâll be once youâre back in bed. Youâre still shivering despite the bath, your face pressing against Kyleâs chest in search of any warmth you can get.Â
Kyle scoops you up, carrying you to the bed. You let out a whine as he eases you down onto the edge of the bed, but he shushes you gently, quickly drying your hair as much as he can. He pulls the shirt over your head, pulling your arms though the holes before shifting you to the head of the bed. He pulls the comforter over you, letting you sink into the softness of your stuffed animals before he heads back to the bathroom.Â
John has gotten himself standing, leaning against the wall as he dries himself with the other towel. Kyle drapes one of his arms over his shoulder, helping guide him back to the bed, lowering him onto the edge. He finishes drying John off before he grabs a pair of boxers from your dresser. Heâs not sure whose they are either, but they fit decently enough for now.Â
He helps John under the covers with you, his arms wrapping around you. You immediately gravitate towards him, pressing against his chest. John holds you tightly, shushing your quiet whimpers.Â
âHere.â He passes John an electrolyte drink. âKeep hydrating yourself. Iâll go scrounge up some real food.âÂ
âYouâre a good man, Kyle.â John says. âA good beta.âÂ
âThank you, sir.â Kyle says, looking over the two of you again before leaving the room in search of food.Â
Youâre crying when he returns.Â
Heâs expecting it this time, less shocked by your shuddering breaths and quiet sobs. John has shifted you both, his back against the headboard, your body curled up between his legs. Thereâs a stack of blankets wrapped around you, and one of your stuffed bears clutched tightly against your chest. John is purring softly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he tries to soothe you through the disorientation and sudden drop in hormones as you become more aware.Â
âI let Dr. Keller know.â Kyle says, setting the tray of food down on the nightstand. âSheâll be here soon. Wants to do a quick checkup.â
âFine with me.â John says, shifting you just slightly so he can set the tray in his lap. You let out a whimper at being moved, Johnâs purr intensifying until you settle again. âIâm starving.â He says, picking up the fork.Â
âJohnny went and picked up lunch.â Kyle says, pulling your desk chair over to sit next to the bed.Â
John chews the bite of food in his mouth. âHow are they?âÂ
A smile tugs at Kyleâs lips. âHolding up. Johnnyâs got a noticeable limp to his step.âÂ
John lets out a quiet chuckle. âIâd imagine so. Might have to mark him down as a casualty.âÂ
âI donât think heâd complain.â Kyle says. âI canât imagine any of us will be doing much for the next few days.âÂ
John shakes his head. âDefinitely not. You and Simon are probably in the best shape. Youâll have to hold down the fort.âÂ
âWeâll do our best.â Kyle says.Â
John eats his food eagerly, managing to get a couple bites of potato and some peas into your mouth. Youâre aware enough to chew them a few times, probably not wanting to eat in your current state, but your body knows you need to. Heâs glad omegas have the drive to eat as much as they can before their heats. You might not survive if you didnât. Not on those nutritional bars.Â
Kyle takes the tray once John is finished, setting it on your desk for now. Heâll give it to Johnny to take back when they go for dinner. John adjusts you against his chest again, resting his chin on your head as he goes through his emails and messages. You shift in his arms, pressing your face into his neck, your tears sliding down his skin. He rubs your back, keeping you pinned against him as he quietly purrs, trying to soothe you. It hurts them both that he canât, but Kyle knows itâs a natural response. He doesnât blame you. It must be so jarring not remembering, and all the physical things changing so rapidly, and adding on top of that the pain? Heâd probably cry too.Â
The knock at the door is soft and quiet, yet you still startle at it, jumping slightly in John's arms. He gently shushes you as a whimper chokes out through the tears.Â
Kyle lets Dr. Keller in, closing the door behind her. The soft scent of beta fills the room, Dr. Keller doing her best not to startle you further in your disoriented state. John shifts you slightly so she can see you better. You let out a whine of indignation at being moved, the quiet purr still rumbling in John's chest.Â
Dr. Keller sets her bag on the floor before kneeling next to the bed. âHi honey.â She says, opening up her bag. âStill pretty out of it, huh.âÂ
The tears continue to cascade down your cheeks, your eyes barely open as you stare at her. Youâre still leaning heavily against Johnâs chest, unable to hold yourself up. Dr. Keller brushes the hair away from your face before taking your temperature, holding the digital thermometer up to your forehead.Â
She glances at the screen when it beeps, her brows furrowing just slightly. âA little low,â She says, putting the thermometer back in the bag. âBut not concerning.â
John maneuvers you again, pulling an arm free from the blankets so she can check your blood pressure and pulse.Â
âHow did things go this time?â She asks, placing the blood pressure cuff around your arm.Â
âBetter.â John responds. âSmoother.âÂ
âEasier now that we know what to expect.â Kyle says.Â
âGood.â Dr. Keller says, taking your pulse and blood pressure. âHeart rate and blood pressure are normal.â She puts the monitors back into the bag, pulling out a pill bottle. âMuscle relaxers, same as last time. Her temperature is a little low, but that could just be a response to such a rapid drop in body temperature as well as changes in her hormones. If she starts feeling cold to the touch, or her extremities start turning blue, get her to emergency.â She zips up her bag, pushing herself up to stand. She gives John a pointed look. âTake care of yourself too. I recommend ice packs.âÂ
A smile quirks Johnâs lips, but he doesn't offer any arguments or disagreements. âIâll keep that in mind. Thank you.âÂ
Kyle already knows heâs going to be sent for ice packs soon.Â
Dr. Keller turns to face him, giving him a soft smile. Kyle hasnât had many interactions with your doctor, most of them being during your heat and after. Yet, he canât help but feel comforted by her presence. Maybe itâs her ability to project her scent so much, enough to make even him feel relaxed, or maybe itâs just her calm demeanor, the way she always seems to be so confident and in control.Â
âSame thing as last time. Check for blood, if sheâs still unresponsive or refusing food after a couple of hours, call me.â She says. âYou did a good job, again. You should be proud.âÂ
Kyle smiles. âI am. Thank you, doctor.âÂ
He sees her out of the barracks, standing in the cool air for a moment before he closes the door, heading back to your room.Â
Youâre tucked against Johnâs chest again, curled up as tight as you can. John has shuffled down the headboard a bit, relaxing back against your pillows. Youâre still crying, but itâs been reduced to mostly sniffles. He steps up to the bed, running a hand over your head. He wants to braid your hair again, keep it from tangling but he wouldnât dare move you right now. His hand moves lower, wrapping around Johnâs wrist, his thumb brushing his alphaâs skin for a moment.Â
âYou should go do something.â John says, eyes half closed. âGet out of here and take a break for a bit. Weâll be fine. Going to take a long nap.âÂ
A smile tugs at Kyleâs lips. He loves moments like this, when his Captain, his alpha is sleepy. Heâs softer, the usual sternness that paints his face gone, his shoulders relaxed. Itâs partially due to the pain he has to be in, and the exhaustion after the last five days beginning to hit him now that your heat has passed. Kyle squeezes his wrist for a moment before letting go. Heâs a bit unsure of what he should do, after standing watch and taking care of the two of you for almost a week. It feels strange to leave now, especially with the two of you so vulnerable.Â
Johnâs hand wraps around his wrist before he can move away, and he turns to look back at his alpha. âGrab me an ice pack first.âÂ
Kyleâs lips tug up in a smirk. âOf course, sir.âÂ
He heads to the rec room, pulling one of the larger ice packs out of the freezer before heading back to your room. He doesnât bother closing your door this time, letting the room air out just a bit as he goes to your bathroom. He grabs a hand towel from under your sink before wrapping it around the ice pack. He pushes the cabinet door closed with his foot before heading back into your room.Â
He pulls the stack of blankets and your comforter up just enough to slip it underneath, feeling blindly as he situates it against Johnâs crotch. The alpha lets out a quiet sigh as he settles the ice pack in place, the cold already beginning to sink through the towel.Â
âThank you.â He says to Kyle, eyes half open as he stares up at his beta.Â
âGet some sleep.â Kyle says, tucking the blankets around the both of you before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.Â
He stares at his cot, knowing he should start cleaning up, but heâs tired himself. He feels the urge to lay down again, but instead he heads for the laundry room, switching over the laundry.Â
He stands in the middle of the hallway once heâs done, staring down one side towards the rec room. He could always sprawl out on the couch and turn on some daytime TV show and pass out there. It wouldn't be too terribly uncomfortable compared to the cot heâs spent the last five days on.Â
He turns his head down the other side of the hallway, glancing toward Simonâs office. They have yet to show their faces, not since they left to grab lunch. He wonders if theyâve even returned, or if they chose to stay away for the time being. He chews on his lip for a moment before making his decision, turning down the hallway towards Simonâs office.Â
The scent of alpha is strong down the hallway, the musky scent a relief after the sweet scent thatâs permeated his thoughts. He doesnât mind your scent usually, but after five days of the intoxicating sweetness, he needs a break. He needs something fresher, something...different.Â
He pauses at the door, hesitating for a moment. He could use some company for a while. Heâs been alone with his thoughts far too much. He takes the plunge, knocking on the door. Thereâs no immediate response, which he was expecting.Â
âJust me.â He says, pressing close to the door as he waits.Â
âEnter.â Simonâs gruff voice finally says, Kyle just catching it through the door. He might not have heard it if he hadnât been so close.Â
Kyle turns the knob, opening the door. The scent of sex and the thick musk of alpha hits him like a train as he leans into the office. Simon is seated on the edge of one of the cots, mask off and pants flung onto the floor by his desk. Johnny is on his knees between Simonâs legs, a distinct choking sound coming from his throat.Â
Simon releases Johnnyâs head, letting him pull back from his alphaâs cock. He takes in deep gulps of air, his hand still wrapped around Simonâs hard length. Kyle leans against the doorway, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk.Â
âTheyâre done and cleared, whenever youâre ready.â He tells them.Â
Simon grips Johnnyâs mohawk, still looking at Kyle as he pushes Johnnyâs head towards his cock again. âWeâre not quite done here yet.âÂ
âLooks that way.â Kyle says, and he canât help the stirring in his pants as Johnny takes Simon back into his mouth.Â
A smirk tugs at Simonâs lips as he stares at the other beta. âWant to lend a helping hand? Give poor Johnny a break?âÂ
Kyleâs throat goes dry at the idea, his eyes flickering to where Johnny has Simon in the back of his throat, lips wide around the alphaâs thick cock. Kyle canât help but wonder how many times heâs been in that position over the last few days. Johnny lets out a whine as Simon pushes him deeper, his nose almost pressed against the light hair at the base of Simonâs cock.Â
âFuck.â Kyle groans, closing the door behind him.Â
Simon wraps his fingers around Kyleâs arm as soon as heâs close, yanking him down so hard Kyle almost falls against him. Kyle has a clear view of Johnny sucking on his alphaâs cock, bobbing his head on the massive length from this angle. Simonâs hand is tight around his forearm, holding him still as he presses his nose against Kyleâs throat. A deep growl rumbles in his chest, his teeth nipping at Kyleâs skin.Â
Of course. Kyle hadnât showered or changed clothes after he left your room.Â
He smells like you.Â
Simonâs hips buck up, Johnny letting out a strangled gag before he pulls back off of Simonâs cock.Â
âFucking christ.â Johnny chokes out, coughing after getting hit in the back of the throat by Simonâs cock. âGonnae kill me.âÂ
Simon doesnât pay him any mind, his tongue too busy trailing Kyleâs throat, as if he could lick every inch of your scent from his skin. Thereâs a low rumbling vibrating in Simonâs chest, his grip tight around Kyleâs arm.Â
Kyleâs own cock is throbbing, almost as much as it had upon seeing slick drip out of your pussy. Simon lets out a growl before releasing Kyleâs arm, gripping him around the back of his neck. Kyle lets out a quiet moan as Simon forces him down on his knees next to Johnny. The alpha stands from the cot, towering over them as his hard cock nearly throbs in their faces.Â
He stares down at them, his eyes dark with lust. Itâs not unlike how Johnâs eyes had looked when he was lost to his rut.Â
âSuch pretty boys.â Simon rasps, running a hand over each of their heads.Â
Johnny purrs, leaning into his touch. Kyle feels the beginnings of a purr rising in his chest, his beta pleased by the large alphaâs praise.Â
Kyle turns to face Johnny, gripping his fellow betaâs chin. He turns Johnny to look at him, that gleam in his eyes and stupid grin he gets when heâs subby on his face. Kyle leans forward, licking Johnnyâs lips, silently conveying what he wants. Johnny responds immediately, opening his mouth to Kyle. Kyle drags his tongue along Johnnyâs, tasting the familiar muskiness of Simonâs cum.Â
Theyâve been at this for a while.Â
Johnny moans needily, his lips closing around Kyleâs tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Kyle groans, pressing his lips to Johnnyâs, kissing him deeply.Â
âFucking hell.â Simon groans, fisting his throbbing cock as he stares down at the two betas making out in front of him.Â
Drool drips down their chins, Kyleâs mind flashing back to the drool that had dripped out of your mouth, pooling on his chest. His cock throbs and he presses closer to Johnny, holding his face still as he licks the spit from Johnnyâs skin.Â
Simon groans, watching them. âIf you two donât get back to what youâre supposed to be doing...âÂ
Johnny grins playfully, both of them turning to face Simon with shiny faces. Simonâs cock is hard and angry looking as he holds it out for them, waiting patiently. Kyle slides his hand down Simonâs cock, replacing the alphaâs hand as he grips the base. Johnny and Kyle both lean forward, dragging their tongues down the sides of Simonâs cock, tracing the veins popping out. Simon groans as they work their way back towards his head, their tongues meeting at the tip. Their tongues swirl over the engorged head, flicking along his slit to gather the precum dripping from the tip of his cock.Â
They pull away for a moment, Johnny licking the fluid from Kyleâs mouth before they kiss again, Kyleâs hand pumping Simonâs length. Kyleâs free hand sinks into Johnnyâs mohawk, tugging him away from his lips. His hand is still pumping Simonâs cock as he guides Johnny back towards his alpha, Johnnyâs mouth opening eagerly. Kyle guides Simonâs thick length into Johnnyâs mouth again, using his grip on Johnnyâs hair to move him along Simonâs cock.Â
Johnny takes more and more of Simon into his mouth, choking slightly as Simonâs head pushes against his tongue. His throat has to be sore after this last week, but not nearly as much as his poor ass. Kyle pushes Johnny all the way onto Simonâs cock, the betaâs nose pressing into the hair around Simonâs cock. Johnny gags, his hands pressing against Simonâs thick thighs before Kyle pulls him off his alphaâs cock.Â
Kyle quickly replaces him, licking Johnnyâs saliva off the thick length before taking Simonâs cock into his mouth. He relaxes his throat, bobbing his head lower and lower on Simonâs cock. Heâs always impressed by the alphaâs size, his own cock throbbing at the memory of Johnâs cock, the knot pressing right against his rim.Â
Simonâs knot must be damn near colossal.Â
Kyle presses down until he can feel it, Simonâs cock pushing on the back of his tongue. He pulls off of Simonâs cock, pumping the length for a moment as he breathes. Johnny takes his place again, sucking on Simonâs tip as Kyle cups Simonâs balls in his hand. Simon groans, a growl still rumbling in his chest as your scent still lingers in the air.Â
âGonna cum for us, alpha?â Kyle says, squeezing Simonâs balls gently.Â
âFuck...â Simon groans, the word long and drawn out.Â
Kyle and Johnny switch places, Johnny fondling Simonâs balls as Kyle takes Simonâs cock in his mouth again. Simon reaches down, cupping the back of Kyleâs head as he begins to thrust into his mouth, the tangy precum dripping onto Kyleâs tongue telling him everything he needs to know. The alpha is close, his thick length twitching against Kyleâs tongue. Johnny massages Simonâs balls, holding onto them as Simon continues to fuck Kyleâs mouth, the beta suctioning around the alpha as best he can.Â
Simon pulls out of Kyleâs mouth, pumping his cock rapidly as he cums, his seed spurting out and landing on Kyle and Johnnyâs faces. Kyle licks the salty cum from his lips, wiping the bits from his face with his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. He leans over, dragging his tongue over Johnnyâs skin, gathering the rest of Simonâs cum.Â
Simon is breathing heavily as he watches Kyle lick Johnny clean before they kiss again, passing Simonâs cum back and forth on their tongues. Simon moans, squeezing around the base of his cock, trying to keep himself from getting hard again as he watches the two betas.Â
âScreaminâ Jesus.â Johnny groans as Kyle licks his lips one last time before swallowing down Simonâs cum. âNever gonnae tire of that.âÂ
âSuch a good boy.â Simon praises, running a hand over Kyleâs head. âA reward for taking such good care of our alpha and omega.âÂ
Kyle grins, practically preening from the alphaâs praise.Â
They have no idea.Â
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stolen kisses with stray kids â established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ? (2.0k words)
moments they steal a kiss & where they do it
chan. during movie night when everyoneâs asleep
itâs a little scandalous, they way he reaches for your lips while his friends are asleep during one of your movie nights.
itâs around 2am, and the only reason youâre still awake is because chanâs being extra clingy with the way he squeezes your waist, running his cold hand under your shirt.
how can anyone expect him to fall asleep though? not when youâre so close to him, and he can smell your shampoo, and feel your steady breathing.
âsleepy.â you mumble, grabbing the ends of your shared blanket that jisung had stolen most of hours ago. chan had to excuse himself midway through your third movie to get you a new one.
âhmm.â he hums in response, nuzzling his nose against your hair, hands planting themselves on your bare waist. âis my baby sleepy?â
âmhm.â chan canât help but grin down at you, disentangling his head from your hair for a moment to look at youâyour sleepy smile and drooping eyes. how could he not press his lips on yours when youâre looking at him like that?
it feels like a shot of espresso, and he wouldâve gone in for another one had you not fallen asleep, head buried in his neck and arms gripping his shirt.
minho. at the dance practice room while waiting for everyone else to arrive
minhoâs arms are immediately locked around your torso the minute you walk into your universityâs dance practice room. your boyfriend had rented it out for the evening with his friends to practice their final project, and youâd come with dinner and your support.
â5 minutes.â he whispers with a sinister grin, and youâre about to question what he meant when he goes straight in for your lips. ah, five minutes before his friends get here.
his lips arenât shy at all. you can feel him growing more desperate as seconds pass, and you donât know whatâs gotten into your boyfriend for him to be kissing you like this, but you donât exactly have any complaints.
minho kisses up your jaw, pulling your hips closer to his before planting his lips back on yours. and you have to admit, itâs a little attractive to catch a glimpse of the way heâs holding you and the way heâs kissing you from the dance studioâs big fucking mirror.
you donât even realize how much time had passed. everything felt like a blur with the way your boyfriend was kissing you. but before you know it, there are knocks on the door and minho is breathing heavily against your neck.
he presses one last final kiss on your lips before heâs pulling away from the tight grip heâd placed you in earlier. itâs impressive, the way he immediately switches to a more composed version of himselfâunlocking the doors and welcoming his friends inside. the smile on his face is gone, and it makes your face heat up to think that they have no idea what had happened just five minutes before they walked into the studio.
changbin. in the gym room against the lockers
âbabe, i have the water bottle youâd leftâoh!â
changbin gives you no warning when he kisses you against the lockers of his condominiumâs gym. you suppose itâs because heâs the only one there. despite his appearance, your boyfriend is usually shy when it comes to public displays of affection.
it doesnât help that he has a very visible afterglow after his workout session, sheen of sweat on his arms and forehead, and it really is hard to look awayâwell, it wouldâve been hard if you werenât so preoccupied with the way he was kissing you. itâs slow, and very very hot because itâs so uncharacteristic of your boyfriend to be kissing you like this where anyone could walk in on you. he lets his lips linger for a little longer than your usual kisses, completely taking away your breath.
when he pulls away, heâs still staring at your lips, and you can see a soft smile playing on his. he sends you another peck on the lips before heâs grabbing at the water bottle in your hand.
âthanks baby.â he downs the water in one chug, arms flexing and playing into the fabric of the top heâs wearing. youâre still against the lockers, where heâd pushed you against earlier, and his free arm is still locking you in place. you feel akin to a schoolgirl, with her crush so close.
the thought of him kissing you again like this has you mentally kicking your feet.
hyunjin. in the art studioâs closet where they keep the supplies
he kisses you in the universityâs art studio closetâwhere they keep the supplies. youâd only meant to help hyunjin clean up, but you find yourself locked between his arms with his lips on yours. maybe itâs something about how your boyfriend is much more romantic when heâs in his artistâs mindset, but he refuses to pull away.
you donât know heâd spent hours prior trying to paint even just a fraction of how he feels about you on the canvas. you were only able to catch a glimpse of vivid colors, the same thatâs staining his hands and clinging to his skin.
hyunjin only pulls away when he accidentally knocks down a stool in the cramped space, pulling away and shyly crinkling his nose. itâs a direct contrast to how rough heâd been, hands roaming every possible inch of your face and neck and waist.
when you step outside, you catch your reflection in the studioâs big studio. the sight makes your cheeks heat up embarrassingly, and hyunjin has to apologize for caking your face with the paint that had been on his hands prior to stealing your lips in that closet.
jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away
can someone really blame him? you just looked so kissable with your pouty lips and your furrowed eyebrows. when youâd finally succumbed to studying for the night, jisung wastes no time, catching your lips in his.
heâd give anything to continue pressing his lips into yours for the entirety of his life.
and if not for the rest of his life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up â and while felix (his roommate) is very much not in their dorm yet.
jisung smiles at you when you pull awayâthat dumb smile he always gives you when heâs not quite done kissing you yet. he has his hands firmly planted on your hips, and his legs are outstretched so youâre comfortable on his lap.
you have a feeling youâll leave his dorm with a flushed face and swollen lips. you hope felix isnât on his way home anytime soon.
felix. while baking seungminâs birthday cake, everytime jisung exits the kitchen
in his dormâs mini kitchen while the three of you with jisung bake seungminâs birthday cake. he only ever does it when his roommate is too distracted with other things like what he should get the younger boyâwould a gag gift of a stuffed penis be enough to torment seungmin? you can hear him clearly from the living room, calling out to ask you for advice, but felix stands firm on wanting to kiss you until you canât breathe.
âfelix, stop! jisung might walk in on us.â though youâre telling him to stop, itâs a little hard to convince your boyfriend when youâre giggling and kissing him back.
who could blame felix though? how can he not kiss you when thereâs frosting on your lips from decorating the cake? and what better way to clean it than kissing it off?
he has you lifted up on the counter, stood between your legs with his hands on your thighs. youâd shiver once in a while, it canât be helped when the boyâs running his cold hands up and down your bare skin, hiking your shirt up just a little bit.
and heâs mastered the art of excuses at this point, always having something to say when jisung walks into the kitchen and suspiciously eyes the both of you because why are your lips the same color as the extra frosting.
though, on his hundredth attempt at secretly kissing you, jisung walks right in and immediately screams âmy eyes!â as he runs away with his palms covering his eyes.
seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library
âkiss me.â it feels wrong coming out of his lips. your goody two shoes, straight aâs boyfriend, whispering for you to kiss him in the library.
seungminâs taking advantage of the fact that nobody ever stays at the universityâs library past 12am, not when exam seasons are far off. he had dragged you here earlier, something about a project, and with nothing better to do, youâd thought you would accompany him.
youâd expected him to bury his face in his laptop as usual, square glasses on his concentrated face. you didnât expect to be making out with him against the bookshelves of the libraryâsomewhere by the anatomy section, you donât even remember anymore.
itâs like he prepared for this too, knowing exactly where you wonât be caught. he has you between his arms, and he ghosts your face terribly close to his.
it really isnât difficult to admit that seungmin is wildly attractive like this. while you loved your nerdy boyfriend, something about him with his messy hair and his eyeglasses discarded has you breathing erratically.
his lips immediately catch yours when you lean forward to kiss him. itâs a little messy, but you give into it, and into his tongue thatâs swiping on your bottom lip. you donât know what had warranted this, but it definitely isnât unwelcomed.
you only pull away when you hear the librarian surveying the lines of shelves, noticing that you and seungmin had been gone a little too long. it really isnât that hard to find a book.
when you come back to your corner table, seungmin doesnât say anything. his glasses are back on his frame, but itâs hard to miss his smirk and the way heâs running his tongue over his lips once in a while.
jeongin. under the schoolâs staircase in between class
jeongin loves to steal kisses in between classes. heâd kiss you anywhere, behind your departmentâs building, inside an empty classroom, anywhere with no prying eyes.
today, itâs under your schoolâs staircase. he kisses you sweetly, almost romantic. the kind of kiss that tells you he misses you despite it only being a few hours since you last saw each other.
he kisses you over and over in between quiet conversation about how your class wentâhow was that quiz you had? was it a boring one? he loves listening to you talk, and he loves interrupting you once in a while to place a short peck on your lips. itâs usually when you say your âwâs or any letter that puckers your lips up.
similarly, you ask him questions about his classâwas his teacher a little less shitty today? did he finish that group project heâd spent many late hours on? whatâs on his mind and why is he looking at you like that?
âyou.â he says with a smug smile, and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. you stare at each other for a while, but jeongin can only go so long without your lips on his so he grabs your chin with his fingers and pulls you gently to place his lips on yours one last time.
the last kisses always last longer, when he knows heâs running out of time, and your next class is looming around the corner. and your boyfriend always knows how to make it count.
âsee you on your next break, babe.â
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protective!jason hcs or blurb đĽ°
Ok so I kinda touched on these in my latest fic but anyways i WILL elaborate bc those were just background
We all know that man is touch starved. We ALL know it.
We also all know heâs hesitant with sharing touch
Itâs only once you both have been dating for a bit already, maybe three months in, that he really starts to show his protectiveness through his touch
Or at least when you notice it
Heâs always at least holding your hand as you guys walk around Gotham. Depending on exactly whereabouts in Gotham is when he changes whether heâs between you and the road, or you and the alleyways.
You watched him change it up one time halfway through your shared walk, him letting go of your left hand, stepping behind you and around to grab your right instead.
âOh? So you want me to get hit by a car and die?â
Jason only keeps his eyes on the passing buildings and the ones coming up, âThe chance of that is much lower than somebody trying to mug you in this area, love.â
One day youâre both out at the bar together. Heâs sitting on a stool behind you as you babble to oke of yours friends.
From over their shoulder, you see a man approaching, but donât think anything of it.
Suddenly, you see the man stop in his tracks, freezing. You glance over at him. He looks terrified. He glances at you, his original target, then behind you again. He spins on his heel and walks back the way he came.
You look behind you, feeling Jasonâs hand still resting on your hip. You almost feel a little scared yourself, seeing that killer glare that Jasonâs pointing at the guyâs back.
He switches immediately the second he looks down to you, a soft smile and kind eyes, not a hint of the previous bloodlust a mere second ago. âWhat?â He asks, like watching his expression change wasnât the biggest turn on in the world.
Youâre sitting in your apartment at your desk typing away on your laptop. Youâre trying to file your taxes, and Jason had come over to help you with it (surprisingly he knows how even though heâs still legally dead at this point and hasnât had to pay any taxes. Ever.)
He had stood and was wondering around your room a bit while he waited for you to fill the next part out. You can hear shuffling, but youâre too focused to tune into it.
âJay? What does this line mean?â
Jason grunts for a moment and you hear your window slide open.
You turn back around, âJay?â
âOne second.â He shuts your window again. You watch as he fiddles with the lock before easily sliding the window back open. He throws his hands in the air and looks at you. âHow long have you lived here?â
You shrug, confused, âYou helped me move in.â
Jason waves his hand through the air, âWhen?â
âAlmost a year? Last November.â
Jason fiddles with the window again, slamming it back down, âThis lock doesnât work. You been sleeping in here and anyone couldâve just broken in?â
You shrug again, âI didnât know it was broken! I donât really lock my window often.â
Jason looks like he almost broke his neck by how fast his head whipped back to you, âYou donât lock your window????â
He finishes your taxes for you before he leaves, saying heâll be back. Within the hour heâs knocking on your door again, a duffle bag in hand full of power tools, screws, and different assortments of heavy duty locks. He spends the rest of the night installing them.
A new one on your bedroom window that actually consisted of two different locks. A similar two on your kitchen window. Another three on your bedroom door itself. Then four on your front door.
As he leaned over your kitchen sink, screwing in the lock and blocking your way as you tried to make you both dinner.
âIs this really necessary?â
âIâm not having you practically open to every bad thing the city has to offer, love.â
âThen how are you going to come in through my window now?â
âIâll learn to knock.â
Thatâs all I can think of right now okay byeee
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Malicious Compliance - 18+
Spencerâs job has been hogging more of his time than usual, leaving you neglected, frustrated and bratty. He makes up for it by ever-so-kindly giving you exactly what you asked for.
Spencer Reid X AFAB! Reader
DISCLAIMER This story is NSFW. It contains strong themes and detailed descriptions of adult content. It is intended for mature audiences only, minors do not interact! You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you donât like it, donât read.
WARNING: Smut, penetration, PinV, word porn, no mention of protection/unprotected sex, use of pet names, BDSM elements (details in spoilers), basically just straight up word p0rn with almost no artistic licence and a sprinkle of fluff. Proceed at your own risk.
Word count: 7.2K See notes at end for authors note & spoilers.
Do people ever get so pent up that everything their partner does becomes provocative? Their mind begins looking for any signs to give their body a reason for release, even if those signs are entirely made-up. And every time theyâre denied that release, the desire that previously coursed through their veins becomes frustration.Â
It fills them until thereâs no room left for it inside of them, pushing their limits, like water pressure challenging the confinement of a pipe. Eventually the pressure becomes too much for the pipe to handle. Just a little bit more pressure and that pipe inevitably bursts.Â
You donât think youâve ever been more frustrated in your life. Maybe itâs an exaggeration but sitting here, barely two feet away from your boyfriend, watching him flip through his work files might be the last amount of pressure you can handle before your pipe bursts. Â
Even if you somehow manage to compose yourself, you know youâll burst not long from now. You canât really blame yourself. Itâs been almost two full weeks since youâve had any sort of release. Scratch that, itâs been almost two full weeks since Spencerâs even properly acknowledged your presence.Â
You havenât even bothered to try and hide your shameless ogling. Not once has he looked up in your direction. So you continue to stare at the way his fingers slide down every page as his mind absorbs the information, turning the page before you even blink.Â
They move so elegantly. You trace the veins on his hands with your eyes. Theyâd look so nice wrapped around your thro - Lord, you canât do this. Taking a deep breath, you decide itâs time to alert him of your presence.Â
âSpence?â Not mentioning that your presence has been lingering for almost half an hour. No response. How oblivious does he have to be? âSpencer?âÂ
âHm?â Even when you finally get a response, itâs barely a half-hearted one. Not even a glance up.Â
âYou wanna take a small break? Youâve been going through that same file for ages now.â You attempt to fuel a conversation anyway.Â
âCanât.âÂ
You want to be upset, you really do, but your eyes are locked in on his fingers working that damn paper. Your mind wanders to all the times they slid along your thighs, just like that. Knees squeezing against each other to try and suppress the electric jolt that just ran up in between your thighs.Â
âDo you want me to order you some food?â You try to distract yourself from your current predicament, by focusing on your boyfriendâs well-being instead.Â
âNo thank you. Just order for yourself.â There was really no point in trying when Spencer entered this headspace, it was almost impossible to get him out of it.Â
âIâm going out tonight, remember? Going clubbing with my friends?â Was he really so focused that he wasnât even aware of your plans? Plans that you made infront of him this morning, by the way.Â
âThatâs great Honey.âÂ
Yes, you suppose he really was.Â
This was basically another rejection in a long list of rejections from the past two weeks. You doubt that he was even aware. That desire surging through you just a second ago morphed to frustration once again. In an attempt to let it be known, you blow out an annoyed huff as you get up from your seat.Â
No response.
The problem wasnât that he was busy because of his job. You knew his job, you completely understood when he had to leave home at bizarre times. The problem was that he had been bringing his job home with him. It was hard enough to have his attention when he was actually at work, now you had to fight for it in your own home?Â
You make your way around the couch and sneak up on him from behind, resting your arms on his shoulders. Starting from the top of his head, you begin planting small kisses down his face until you reach his ear.Â
âSpence, câmon youâve been doing this for hours.â He leans back towards you, bringing the file with him, but keeping his eyes - and fingers - on that file. Seriously?Â
âHoney, I really canât right now. You should start getting ready now for your plans.â Wow so he was aware. You should be elated, those were the most words youâd gotten out of him all week.Â
A dazed exhale escaped him when you nibbled on his ear. His head rolled back, giving you room to keep kissing down his neck. He slightly turns his head towards you and his hand captures your jaw in a light grip. It pulls you away from him, his voice calls out your name in a stern tone.Â
âStop that, I said Iâm busy. Go get ready.â His eyes remain on the page the whole time.Â
âAre you fucking kidding me?â You think. Your eyes roll on their own volition at the same time as you start to walk away.Â
âI saw that.â He warns.Â
âSo do something about it.â You scoff in annoyance.Â
Youâre actually hopeful that maybe he will do something about it. You remained hopeful for almost an hour while you got ready. Your hair gorgeously styled, seductive makeup enhancing your best features and now as you browse through your closet for a suitable dress to wear, thereâs still no Spencer in sight.Â
You find a dress and make your way towards the dresser to see if it completes the look. You press the hanger against your shoulders, scanning from your neck-line down to your legs and unintentionally look towards your underwear drawer.Â
Just a few weeks ago, you were out shopping and were innocently asking for his opinion on a new set of lingerie you liked. When you hopped out of the dressing room to show him he didnât even stop to look at it before he hauled your ass right back behind the curtain and re-dressed you himself.Â
Spencer may be the sweetest man alive, thereâs no doubt about that, but most people donât know that heâs possessive as hell. An idea pops into your head when you recall that he still hasnât properly seen the under-wear.Â
You dig out the brand new set and take a second to admire how well it compliments your assets. You put the dress on over the lingerie and have to admit, you look really good. Anybody with half a brain could tell what you were wearing under the dress. Spencer would never let you leave the house like this, but heâd have to look at you first if he wants to stop you.Â
Itâd be a shame if Spencer didnât bother to pry his eyes away from his file so he could stop you. What would he do if he realised youâd been dancing around all night in nothing but a tiny dress that barely covers the promiscuous cloth under it? Not to mention the attached stockings itâs entirely unable to hide.Â
Heâd spank you red, thatâs what heâd do.Â
Either way, youâre going to get laid tonight. You get closer to the mirror by leaning into the dresser and spritz a few drops of your signature perfume around your pulse points. Thereâs still plenty of time left before you actually have to leave, but if you stay any longer youâre going to go insane watching Spencer use his fingers on anything other than yourself. You just need to get your keys from the kitchen counter, put on your shoes and youâre ready to go.Â
âIâm leaving now.â You yell out to Spencer. You donât even have to look at him to know that heâs still sitting where you left him.Â
And yet again, no response. âHow many files does he have in that satchel?â You wonder.Â
You reach for the keys on the counter and just as you grab them, Spencerâs hands surprise you by grabbing your waist. You almost squeal at the sudden contact. âWhere do you think youâre going, hm?â His arms cross around your waist.Â
âOh so you do remember I exist?â You snark, trying to play it cool.Â
You canât let him have the upper hand just because heâs finally paying attention. He snakes a hand down to your thighs and lifts your dress up slightly, his body pushing against yours. He doesnât even bother to comment on the jab you took at him.Â
âYou still canât respond properly.â You try for a response again.Â
Before you can comprehend his movements heâs stepped back and swung you around, his hands pressing on your hips, pushing your ass against the counter. He drinks in the sight in front of him as his eyes travel down your figure and back up, meeting yours. His tongue darts out and swipes across his lips, in true Spencer fashion. He lifts you up to sit on the counter as he steps in between your legs, closing the distance between you.Â
âLet me rephrase,â thereâs a fire behind his eyes when he speaks, tone levelled, finger creeping inside the stockingâs band. He pulls it away from your skin when he speaks,
âwhere do you think youâre goingâŚâÂ
and lets it go
 â...wearing this?âÂ
The elastic slaps your thigh and adds to the emphasises of his last word. The close proximity, his lingering scent, voice, touch - your core was beginning to light up. It was dumb to think that you could keep the upper hand. Spencer had complete power over you and he knew that.Â
âI asked you a question.âÂ
You were still going to try and challenge him, despite knowing better than to keep him waiting. Itâs only fair, considering how long he made you wait. And how it took you acting out to make him notice you.Â
âThe club, silly. With my friends. You keep forgetting.â You coyly answer, wrapping your arms around him as you lean in.Â
He raises both his brows in amusement and maintains eye contact, keeping his voice low and gentle.Â
âI havenât forgotten. I just wonder why you want everybody else there ogling you. Donât even try to deny it. It would only take a few drinks before you start stumbling on your ass, displaying yourself for anyone who wants a peak.â His grip on your thigh tightens.Â
Spencer didnât actually care about what you wore, as long as he was the only one who saw what was underneath it. Your current attire went against that.
It took everything in you to not crash your lips on him right then. You wanted to feel him so bad but you couldnât, not just yet. You pull out your most doe-eyed pout, eye contact still in place.
 âIf I canât get my own boyfriend to pay attention to me then Iâm going to have to get that attention from somewhere else.â An empty threat, you both knew that. Nobody else's attention mattered to you.Â
âHave I really neglected you so much?â He swallowed, not even blinking as he stared back.Â
Maybe youâve been reading the signals wrong. You expected anger or annoyance, but the man in front of you looks almostâŚapologetic? You lean your head back slightly so you can read his face better. His expression is entirely apologetic, causing you to soften your features as well.Â
âSpencer I didnât mean-âÂ
âI know you didnât.â He cuts in before you can finish. âIâm asking if Iâve been too neglectful.âÂ
His hands roam from your thighs to your waist from under your dress, his fingers massaging you. You canât pick up on his mood. He leans in and kisses your cheek.Â
âIâve been ignoring you. Iâm sorryâ He reaches for your forehead and gives you a kiss there too, before coming back down to your other cheek. âLet me make it up to you.âÂ
You expected him to punish you for acting up, his soft demeanour was throwing you off entirely.Â
âSpence, itâs okay. You can finish your work. I have to leave soon anyways.â You lied, unsure of how to act.
âNo you donât. Even if you leave an hour from now, youâll still make it on time.â He moves to your jaw, leaving a kiss there. You melt at his tender touch. âLet me make it up to you. Anything you want, just ask.â He insists.
You wanted to resist, to reassure him, to make him feel less guilty. It had just been so long and your head was getting so cloudy. His lips felt so, so good against your skin.Â
âAsk.â He whispers, his voice so painfully sweet.Â
Your hand runs through his hair, the other one dragging along his back lightly. He pushes his clothed, but clearly hard, length against you and a soft whimper finds its way out of you. He was clearly just as turned on as you were.Â
âPlease fuck me Spencer. Make me cum. Please.âÂ
He pulls your dress over your head and throws it somewhere on the floor, leaving you only in your lingerie and returns to your neck. The grip in his hair becomes slightly tighter as you grind against him. He takes this as permission, grabbing you by your legs to pull you as close to him as possible and takes you in a deep, hungry kiss. Another whimper leaves you, travelling from your mouth into his.Â
He glides his tongue against yours, arms tightly hugging your waist. Youâre both heated, panting heavily as you kiss, grinding against one another. Before things go any further, he pulls away.Â
âYou wanna cum?â He glides his hands all the way up your torso, cupping your jaw in his hands.Â
âMhm,â You nod, cupping his wrists âPlease.âÂ
He gives you a clumsy peck.Â
âI can help you do that. Letâs get you to bed. Iâll make you come. Would you like that, Princess?â His voice sounds so raspy, heâs almost whispering.Â
You donât entirely trust his sweet demeanour, heâs never this nice when youâve broken as many rules as you have. But fuuuckkk. You were so turned on right now and he looks so beautiful.Â
âYes please!â You enthusiastically bounce off the counter, kissing him as you start to walk backwards. He doesnât let the kiss fully break, walking with you, your hands feeling whatever part of each other they could.Â
You manage to find your way to the bedroom with some minor collisions against furniture, giggling every time. Your motions come to a halt when you reach the edge of the bed, the kiss deepens again.Â
Your hands start fumbling with his shirt and he works his belt, functioning as quickly as you can to get him undressed. His boxers slide off and you canât help but break the kiss again to gawk at his shaft. Fucking hell, youâd seen it so many times and itâs still just as pretty. He kisses your forehead and chuckles.Â
âLike what you see, Princess?â
You smile, biting your lip in response but not taking your eyes off his length. He lifts your head back up by hooking his finger under your chin to meet his gaze and he returns to your kiss. You reach around your back to unclasp your bra and he grabs it in the middle, pushing you down on the bed gently.Â
The mattress catches you, but your bra is ripped away in his grasp. Spencer remains standing over you, eyeing your figure beneath him as he discards the laced bra on the floor.
âWell Handsome, you gonna join me or what?âÂ
This earns you another chuckle as he leans down towards you, the mattress dipping from his weight. You shuffle back on the bed together, sharing another passionate kiss on the way. Both of you refuse to break away until you finally reach a place you mutually decide is comfortable.Â
Or at least, til Spencer decided it was comfortable enough and yanked you towards him until both your cores were completely pressed against together.Â
The only thing restricting complete contact was a flimsy piece of fabric and it was barely enough, judging by the needy whine that you let out when the underside of his cock brushed against your heat.Â
âSo wet. So pretty.â Spencer groaned, kissing his way down your neck again.Â
His hands freely roam up your body again, stopping to cup and knead your breasts. He takes his time using his mouth, sucking on the flesh as he makes his way down from your collarbones to my sternum.Â
This must be your punishment. Youâll have to leave the house covered with his markings on your skin, warning anyone else who even thinks about touching you, that you belong to him.Â
âFuck, Spencer.â You breathe out in desperation and grind your hips against him, earning you a gravelly moan. Your hands come off the bed and back into his hair, trapping him against you without applying pressure so that he can move about as he pleases.
When heâs satisfied with the bruises heâs stained you with, he licks a path from your sternum to your left tit, leaving his hand to continue playing with your right one. He sucks, nibbles, kisses and licks your nipple all while pinching and rolling the other one between his fingers.Â
âSpence, please!â You gasp, unable to control your hips.Â
âMmm, my needy little whore.â He mumbles and begins a trail of kisses back down your torso, stopping just above your mound, but abandoning the region altogether as he diverts his path to your thigh instead. You whine at his delay to satiate the fire that he ignited.Â
âShh, shh, shh,â he coos âpatience Princess.âÂ
You whine harder and he pinches your nipple, earning him a yelp.
He continues his motions up your thigh, kissing all the way to your knee before switching legs and trailing back down from your knee to your thigh. Every kiss sends electricity through your core, hands still in his hair, following his head wherever it moves.Â
âAs much as I love you, if you donât stop teasing me Iâm going to fucking lose it.â You interrupt his foreplay, deciding that he had done enough priming.Â
He lets out a breathy chuckle, and it sends chills through your spine. Your body jerks up in reaction and he takes this opportunity to slide off your panties, leaving you bare, save for your stockings.Â
Cold air hits your heat and before you have the time to adjust to the feeling, he runs his tongue up your slit, flattening it entirely to cover as much surface area as possible. A loud, rippled moan emerges out of you, arch intensifying. Your hands tighten the grip on his hair automatically.Â
âFuuuccckkkk.â is all you can muster in that moment, your brain short-circuiting.Â
Spencer focuses the tip of his tongue at the edge of your entrance, sampling the taste of your arousal before fully dipping in. His arms hold your legs apart in place and he sneaks his thumb to your clit.
You feel euphoric, you could float away. The feeling of his tongue pushing in and out of you was enough to leave you grabbing at his shoulders, digging your nails in slightly. Your hips started rocking against his face, Spencer had to physically hold them down as he shifted his mouth's attention from your entrance to your clit.Â
âHold still,â he ordered in the most gentle tone, the vibrations from his voice causing goosebumps, âyouâre doing so well, Sweet Girl.âÂ
You squeaked when you felt his mouth circle around your bud, sucking gently. As he worked you with his tongue, You felt him enter a finger inside you. His name rolled off your tongue in a sigh, your hand back in his hair pulling slightly and causing him to erotically groan.Â
The sounds coming from between your legs were so sinful and lewd, only amplifying when he added a second finger. His pace increased with the addition, fingers curling slightly while he pumped.Â
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, vocabulary reduced to filthy swears and moans. You could feel your orgasm pending below my abdomen. Spencer didnât slow down, even when you tried to buck away from his touch.Â
He was persistent in following you, his head moving wherever you tried to escape to. When he felt that he couldnât keep up, he held you down by applying the entire pressure of his forearm against your pelvis.Â
âSpencer, Spencer, Spencer!â Each repetition got louder, you didnât know what you were trying to say. He only sucked harder at your cries.Â
âSo, so, so, so, clo - mmmhâ Was all you could manage to say, your head lolling back into the bed.Â
âSo good for me.â He uttered, making your thighs squeeze around his head. Spencer knew just what to say to get you to the edge. Your senses began to cloud in ecstasy, you were on the brink of your orgasm.Â
His slender fingers were working you from the inside, his skilled tongue was working you from the outside, you could barely keep your breathing in order. Your walls started clenching around the intrusion, your legs dug into the mattress, one hand pulling on his curls and the other hand digging into his forearm holding you down.Â
You were just on the verge of cumming when Spencer pulled out his fingers and stopped his motions. The whine you let out was visceral.Â
âWhat the fuck?â It was a genuine question.Â
The only response he gave was a puppy eyed stare, so full of adoration as he trailed his way back up to you with more tender kisses. You propped yourself on your elbows, trying to read into his expression.Â
You were so confused. Were you being punished?
He mustâve picked up on your thoughts because he skipped over your chest entirely to whisper in your ear.Â
âIâm sorry Princess.â He pecks your cheek, dragging his lips across your face to your lips.Â
You return the kiss, but donât hesitate to question his motives once youâre finally able to find your words.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â Tone pathetically whiney.Â
He kisses you again, stronger this time as he rests his fingers under your chin.Â
âI want to fuck you.âÂ
He turns your head slightly to the side so he can whisper in your ear again.Â
âI want to fuck you until cum on my cock. Is that something you want me to do Princess?âÂ
His voice sounded like he was whispering sweet affirmations, but his words were so filthy. The contrast had you clenching around nothing. Spencer loved hearing you confirm how bad you wanted him.
âPrincess?â He turns your face to him again, so he can look into your eyes. âI asked you something.âÂ
The eye contact feels so intense, it causes your breath to hitch a little.Â
âYes.âÂ
He moves in just a little closer, lips grazing.Â
âYes?â He was testing you.Â
You should be grateful he was only testing you instead of tying you up and edging you all night for being a brat. That was still a possibility and you really donât have the patience to wait anymore. You knew exactly what you had to say.Â
âYes, please! I want to you to fuck me until I cum on your cock.âÂ
That was all it took for his lips to come crashing down on yours. This kiss felt different to all the others tonight.
Almost like it held a hidden meaning.Â
He hooked his arms around your thighs and wrapped you around his waist. Neither of you pulls away, until you both gasp into each otherâs mouths as he finally enters you.Â
He fills you up slowly, until thereâs no more of him left to give and your arms instinctively drape against his shoulders. The second your bodies adjust comfortably, he pulls out slowly until just the tip is left in you, thrusting back in after a second.Â
You moan at the intrusion, pulling him closer for another kiss. He continues thrusting in and out, your make-out getting more careless as you moan into each other and his pace gradually picks up.Â
Your bodies move in sync, chasing a mutual high. His moans only encourage you to keep meeting his thrusts. He lifts one of your legs higher along his side, the tip of his shaft lightly bumping your cervix with every thrust from this angle.Â
âFeels..so..good...â You moan against his mouth.Â
âYea?â He questions softly.Â
âMhm.â
âHow does this feel?â He reaches between your bodies to play with your clit as he fucks you. Your fingers dig into his back at the sensation, brows furrowing in an attempt to hold it together.Â
âReall- fuck, really good.â You choke on your words from the intense pleasure.Â
He keeps up his pace and you feel yourself getting close.Â
âSpencer, Iâm clos-â You donât get to finish your sentence, Spencer interrupting you with his lips on yours.Â
âCum for me Pretty Girl.â He coaxes, pulling away.
âI wanna finish together.â You plead, hoping he was as close as he seemed from the way he was grunting.Â
âWe will. Just let yourself go Princess. Iâve got you.â There was mischief laced with his promise, but you didnât pick up on it.Â
The coil in you was almost at its breaking point. It only took a few deep thrusts and you felt it snap. The feeling forced your eyes to the back of your head and your mouth aimlessly spewed random obscenities.Â
Your orgasm had been brewing for almost two whole weeks and when you were finally allowed release, well, the release was really intense. Spencer was no longer moving inside you once you finally came down from your high.Â
âThank yo-â your gratitude was cut off by a loud wail when you felt Spencer slam back into you. You hadnât noticed him shift into an up-right position, his hands pinning you to the bed by your hips as he continues fucking you with a brutal pace.Â
âOh Iâm sorry,â his demeanour shifted to demanding, âwhat were you saying?â
âSpence, fuck-â You couldnât think properly with the way he was pounding into you. âWhat-â Your inability to speak matched your inability to think.
He abruptly pulls out of you, flips you over and pulls you up by your hair. He then grabs your wrists with his free hand and pins both your hands behind your back, pulling your back to rest against his chest so he could whisper directly in your ear.Â
âYou asked me to fuck you. Iâm just giving you what you want.â His tone remained soft, but it was laced with a harsh, taunting aura.
You were utterly flabbergasted. You had pissed him off. Spencer played you. His previous notion of âwanting to make it up to you was a decoy. He planned to properly punish you the whole time, buttering you up for his own entertainment.
Letting go of your hair, he pushes you back into the mattress, ass up in the air. He keeps your arms pinned and before you can make any noise, the air cracks to the sound of him spanking you.Â
Hard.Â
You squirm, burying your face into the mattress to muffle a surprised shriek. He leans down against you, re-aligning his lips to your ear.Â
âIâm going to count as I spank you. And for every single one, I want you to tell me one thing you did wrong tonight. Do you understand?â The setting had shifted entirely. Spencer had fully embraced his dominant role and you knew you had to be careful if you didnât want the punishment to be too prolonged.Â
âYes Sir!â
âOne.â His first smack was lighter than the one he surprised you with just a second ago.Â
âI rolled my eyes.â
âTwo.â Hand hitting over the exact same spot as before.Â
âI was mouthy.â
âThree.â This time he hit the other cheek.
âI- I donât know-â You really didnât.Â
Well you did, but whenever Spencer punished you, your brain turned to mush. You couldnât think, it turned you on so much that you became stupid.Â
âWrong. You dressed like a whore just to get a reaction out of me. Weâre going to start again.â The force he hit with that time was unforgiving. you wailed at the sting.Â
âOne.âÂ
You had to restart at least two more times, your recall ability getting weaker with each blow. By the time Spencer finished, both cheeks were stinging.Â
He runs his middle finger through your slit, collecting your arousal and pushes it inside you. âOf course youâre even wetter now.â He snickers, you could only moan in response.Â
âNothing? You had so much to say before.â He finally lets go of your wrists, allowing them to fall to the sides and he rubs your sensitive behind.Â
âIâm sorry for being a brat.â You muster as you try to flip around and face him.
âYou will be.â He stops you and twists you back into position.Â
Face down, ass up.Â
âGet comfortable Princess, Iâm not done with you yet.âÂ
With that, he enters you in one quick motion, building to the brutal pace he originally set in no time. You swear itâs like you feel more of him now than you could before. Your hands rush to grip the bed sheets to try and keep yourself grounded.Â
âSpencer- ah-â He grips a handful of your flesh to shut you up.Â
âThe only sounds I want coming out of you right now are the ones where you scream my name. Do I make myself clear?â
âYessir!â You cry out from the pain.Â
Heâs practically fucking you into the mattress at this point, every thrust so harsh, so precise, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over. Everytime his body meets your behind the sting intensifies, as if he keeps adding fuel to the fire he set on your skin, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.Â
âShit- Spen-â You canât hold yourself back, the only thing on your mind is him, his name falling from your lips as if it was a song stuck on a broken record.Â
Your senses were on overload. He was consuming your entire being. You could feel every inch of him inside you and you didnât want to stop. Your core began to tingle, feeling another orgasm approach you, reducing you to a blubbering mess. The room was filled with sounds of your moans and skin slapping against each other.
âIâm gonna cum, gonna cum, gonn-â Your words fade out.
âGo ahead, cum.â Spencer orders in between thrusts. âCum all over my cock.â
His permission is all it takes for stars to come down from the sky and take hold in your vision. The sheets arenât enough to keep you anchored and if it werenât for Spencerâs grip on you, youâd have fallen flat against the bed.Â
It takes a few minutes for you to catch your breath, knuckles white from how hard you scrunched the sheets in your fingers. Heâs still inside you when you come down again, just watching without saying a word.Â
âColour?â Spencer leans in above you from behind, planting a kiss on your shoulder. A reminder of his promise that heâs got you.
âGreen.â You wearily whisper. Your legs were burning, your body was utterly exhausted, but you enjoyed it when he used you in spite of the fact.Â
âGood. Youâre going to give me one more.âÂ
He plants another kiss and wraps a hand around your neck, the other sneaking between your breasts. Without using any force, he pulls you up in his lap, your back to his chest. A whimper chokes out of you when his length brushes against your inflamed bud.Â
âYou look so pretty like this Princess.â He coos in short breaths. âAll red and fucked out for me. Only me.âÂ
He lowers his hand from the apex of your breast to his shaft, so that he can align himself with your entrance again. You subconsciously arch in anticipation, eager to have him fill you again despite your physical debilitation.Â
Once heâs lined up, his hand travels up again, stopping at the height of your hip. He pushes you down at the same time as he moves up, a loud moan erupting from both of you.Â
âYou take me so well Princess.â Spencer praises.
Your eyes roll to the back for a second time tonight as your head falls against his collarbone. While his initial pace was slow, it didnât take long for him to speed it back up to ruthless - you have to admire his stamina.Â
He lowers his mouth to just below your jaw, his fingers tightening around the sides of your neck, limiting the blood supply to your brain. At the same time, he starts sucking another hickey on your skin and your jaw hangs open to allow passage to a series of moans as a result.Â
âYou enjoy being fucked like a whore hmm?âÂ
The contrast between praise and degradation had you clenching, resulting in desperate grumbles from him. His grip only tightens more when you take too long to answer.
âYessir-â You stifle, brain going fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. He loosens his grip and smiles, lips grazing your cheek.Â
Youâre beside yourself, all your control had been relinquished to this man long ago. You feel him play with your clit, circling and flicking the bud. Itâs already swollen from previous use, the overstimulation is too much for your body to handle. Unable to squirm away from him, you grasp at his wrist, attempting to push him away.Â
Spencer doesnât relent and youâre too weak to use any force. Everything he does is pushing you over the edge and all youâre able to do is whine and moan.Â
âUse your words Princess? What do you want? Do you want me to stop?â He sneers, knowing thatâs not at all what you want.Â
âN-No Sir.âÂ
âNo? You want me to keep going? Want me to make you cum again?â Small grunts slip from him when he speaks, fingers speeding up between your legs. âYou gonna be a good little slut and give me one more?âÂ
âI ca-canât, itâs to-ah - too much-''
âOh so now itâs too much for you?â
Thereâs nothing romantic about your current disposition. It was purely salacious- his hand on your neck, the other between your legs, you practically kneeling against him with your back to his chest as he pounds into you from behind, the sounds created from your bodies melding and pouring from your throats.Â
Youâre practically a free use doll for him. Your need to release from earlier today was nothing compared to how bad you need to cum now. You feel like you might explode from the extreme pleasure.Â
âSpen-Spence- fuck- pleasepleaseplease-âÂ
âOh my poor, sweet little Princess, doesnât even know what she wants. Canât even think because her brainâs too fucked out. Maybe I should stop, let you get a break.â Spencer mocks.Â
âNononono, please! So close, Im so-fuck!âÂ
Spencer keeps his pace on your clit, but slows down his hips when speaking.
âI think we should stop here.â He taunts. âJust look at you! Youâre a mess. I donât think you know what you want.â
âYes-Yes I do- I do! Please Spence- donât stop!âÂ
âI canât help you if youâre not making sense. Speak clearly, what do you want me to do?â Your desperation was thrilling for him. He wanted to draw it out as long as he could by teasing you.Â
âIâm so-close, I c-canât!â
His fingers tighten around your throat again.
âYes you can. You can and you will. Use your words, what do you want?âÂ
âPle-ease Sir, let me c-cum.âÂ
He purposely thrusts as hard as he can when you speak to throw you off, so you have to repeat yourself.Â
âI said clearly, Princess. That was not clear enough.â He teases, smugly.Â
You inhale deeply.
âPlease let me cum, Sir.â
Satiated with your answer, Spencer releases your throat and speeds up again. It doesnât take long before he becomes sloppy with his movements. The final few thrusts are buried as deep within you as physically possible and you surrender to your climax.
Not even a moment after you finish, Spencer empties himself inside of you, hot ropes of his cum filling you up as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. A synched, loud moan concludes your tango and you fall limp against each other before you tumble onto the mattress.
Both take a moment, heaving intensely as you lay side by side. Spencerâs hand finds yours and he rubs small, soothing circles on the back of it.Â
âWhat was that?â You ask when you feel enough air fill your lungs.Â
He gradually turns his head to you, eyes darting as if he was searching for something in the back of his mind.
âMalicious compliance. For a lack of better wording.â He answers in a whisper, trying to catch his breath. You snort weakly, not much energy in your body to spare.
âYou should maliciously comply more often.â
âI donât think you actually want me to maliciously comply.â He pants.Â
Re-adjusting to face him and you just stare at each other for a moment. A breathless fit of giggles sparks amongst you. When you fall silent again, you just lie there, staring deeply into each other's eyes.Â
âLetâs get you cleaned up. Hmm?â He intertwines his fingers with yours.Â
âHow you have any energy left to get up is beyond me.â
âOh believe me, I donât,â still panting, âbut I really want to take care of you right now.â
âYou just did.â You counter.
Thereâs a hint of penitence in his eyes, so fleeting that you almost miss it. you want to question it, but itâs quickly replaced by the expression of rapture.Â
âCome on Honey.â He implores and you make a mental note to ask him later.Â
He takes your hands and pulls you up with him. You both lazily make your way to the bathroom, you hold on to him the whole way, scared that your legs alone wonât be strong enough to carry you right now.Â
Immediately upon seeing your reflection, you laugh awkwardly. Mascara was running down your face, your lipstick all smudged, you truly looked like a mess. Spencer kisses your temple and turns on the shower, returning to you while you wait for the water to heat up.
He props you on the bathroom counter, removing your stockings for you, peppering you in thankful kisses. You reach over for your make-up remover and Spencer grabs the cotton wipes, insistent on removing it for you. His touch is light as he carefully wipes cosmetic residue from your face.
The bathroom fogs up and you finally get in the shower. Neither of you speak, reserving your strength to keep you standing. Instead, you wrap your arms around each other, letting go only to aid in washing your bodies. Both of you stay in the shower for a little bit longer than intended, just holding the other.Â
âIâm going to make us some tea. Will you be okay to finish off here by yourself?â He speaks up after a little while.Â
âYea Iâll be fine. Iâll join you in a minute.âÂ
He gives you a quick peck, then two, before he leaves. You take your time, peeing after your shower when you remember Spencerâs lecture on avoiding UTIs from when you first started dating. Once youâre all nice and clean, you slip into one of Spencerâs shirts and some fresh underwear.
You walk into the living room to find Spencer sitting on the couch, two cups of tea on the coffee table, while he fiddles with his files again. Great. Opting to ignore it due to your fatigue, you march into the kitchen to grab your phone.Â
Your abandoned dress is neatly draped on one of the dining chairs. Spencer must've picked it up when he was making tea. You grab your phone to find many missed calls from your friends. Fuck. You had forgotten about your plans.Â
You quickly shoot them a text to apologise and make some excuse for your absence, promising to make it up to them soon.Â
âHoney, you okay?â Spencer calls out from the living room.Â
You make your way back to him upon hearing his voice. âYea, I was just texting my friends.â
âWould you like to do that sitting down? Your teaâs getting cold.â He extends his hand out to you from the couch and you take it, sinking into his embrace.Â
âDonât you have to go back to your files?â When you look around, the files are nowhere to be seen.Â
âNo. No more working on files.â He sighs
âSpence, whatâs wrong?â You ask, pulling away from his arms. âYou have that look on your face again.â
âIâve been neglecting you. And Iâm sorry.â
Thatâs what it was.Â
âOh, Honey. Itâs okay, I mean I get it. Itâs your job.âÂ
âYou donât have to do that. This isnât part of my job. Itâs just this one case thatâs really getting to me and Iâve let it take over my life outside the job.â Guilt rides his features. You cup his face in your hands and he takes hold of your wrist.Â
âI wonât lie to you. Itâs hard, but I know how much the BAU means to you.â You console.Â
âIt does mean a lot. But so do you.â He shakes his head as he pulls you into another hug. âIâve seen what this job does to people. To relationships. I value you too deeply to let that happen to us. I promise that from now, work stays at work. When I come home, Iâm all yours.â
âJesus I love this man.â You proclaim to yourself silently. âThank you for that.â is what you say aloud.Â
âInfact,â Spencer's the one to pull away this time. He reaches over for his phone and begins texting someone, âjust give me a second.â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
It takes him some time to reply. Texting is not one of his strong suits, he needs to pay a little more attention to the task than most people.Â
âIâve just texted Hotch for some time off. I hope you donât have any plans this weekend, because you and I are going to spend the entirety of it together.â He smiles goofily.Â
âI love you.â You blurt out with more passion than you were expecting.Â
âAnd I love you.â He replies with equal enthusiasm, leaning in his lips against yours.Â
The kiss is so emotional, so raw, so perfect.Â
âNow,â He brushes your hair behind your ear, âletâs finish this tea and get to bed. I have two weeks worth of cuddling to make up for, I believe.â
âSo youâve been counting too?â You laugh.
âI count every second I donât spend with you so that I know to make up for it properly.â He confides.
You almost jump at him for another kiss, unable to contain your emotions. This man was perfect in every sense of the word to you.Â
As the two of you sat there, just talking, desire surged through your body once again, but in a different way this time. It was more than a desire for pleasure. It was a desire for the man youâre lucky enough to call your boyfriend. A desire to just be in his presence, to be loved by him and to love him in his entirety. A desire for Spencer Reid.
Spoilers: Established relationship, Dom! Spencer, Possessive! Spencer, Sub! Reader, Bratty! Reader, soft & rough sex, spanking, degrading kink, praise kink, breast play, name calling, choking, hair pulling, fingering, slight edging (barely), overstimulation, creampie, after-care, fluff.
AN - Hey guys Iâm beginning to sense that I might be incapable of not writing fluff in every story and I recognise it may need to stop. Anyways when imagining this, my brain decided it should include vanilla, soft dom and mean dom Spencer all in one, Iâm sorry for that. Shoutout to all the smut writers out there, this is my first smut piece and it was so fucking complicated to write. Thereâs only so many ways you can write smut, yâall are dedicated. To all my virgins out there: please keep in mind that this does not represent real sex and barely is sex ever even slightly close to as good as we imagine in fanfics. Also women's bodies do not react the way we read most of the time.
Feel free to drop helpful constructive criticism, Iâm always looking to improve :)
Added AN - Just re-read this, I am deeply sorry for all the grammatical errors. I fixed what I could just now, but the reposts won't update with the edits. My bad people!
Thank you for reading!
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your lips, my lips â s. reid
ship sub!spencer reid x fem!reader
content/warnings smutty smut (mdni 18+), mutual masturbation, mommy kink, accidental voyeurism, he sounds like a slut you canât blame yourself
word count 2.5k
summary after spencer returns home early from a case, you come back home after work to find him in an incredibly compromised position.
a/n ignore the accidental hiatus, but hi !! im probably not going to be able to post at all in may bc im going to be in europe for the entire month. iâm posting this before going in a cave soâŚenjoy this as a treat!
To put it briefly, Spencer wasâŚawkward.
Thatâs not to discredit him, though. You can tell that he loves the team and you (especially you). Although heâs less awkward around people he trusts and has known for longer, he still canât really speak up for what he wants.
And the poor boy is just so touch starved. Itâs clear heâs practically clueless when it comes to other forms of intimacy aside from sympathetic hugs to friends or victims in a case. Hell, it even took a month since you started dating for Spencer to be comfortable huddling next to you on the couch; it took even longer for him to be fine with sharing the same bed.
You had barely done anything sexual yet. The closest you had probably gotten to something intimate like that with him was him involuntarily jutting his hips up into your ass when you were making out on the couch. You had hoped that he would continue to do that, especially with how you could feel his hardness pressing up against your core, but he got so flustered and started stammering out high-pitched apologies before moving away and retreating into the bathroom. You imagined that he probably took care of it, but knowing him, maybe he doesnât jerk off.
You went with that assumption for a while since you â and especially him â hadnât initiated anything potentially steamy. For him, makeout sessions were enough and although you wanted more, you were okay with indulging in him. You figured that with how touch starved he was, you should take it slow before moving on.
You got to leave work early, and youâre usually glad when that happens but today youâre especially happy because Spencer had just gotten back from a successful case a couple hours ago. When he landed, he immediately texted you, letting you know where he was. When you left your workplace, you had forgotten to text him that youâll be home earlier than expected, but youâre sure that he wouldnât mind.
After all, heâs probably just as excited to see you, if not more.
You donât call out to him when you unlock and open the apartment door; he should hear that youâre home with the locking of the door and the tossing of the keys, as well as the rustle of your coat as you take it off and hang it up.
Itâs quiet, but that isnât really saying anything since it usually is. But youâd figured that heâd meet you at the doorway, which he didnât.
Odd.
Youâre just about to call out to him when you hear a peculiar and out-of-place sound: a moan.
Although it startles you a bit, you think that it was probably the neighbours; that doesnât make the slightest bit of sense consdiering itâs coming from inside the apartment, but itâs more believable thanâŚ
Then you hear another one, and this time you can finally pinpoint its location. It sounds like itâs coming from the bedroom. Spencer? Itâs not impossible, but you had just figured that he wouldnât be the type to pleasure himself, especially with those sorts of reactions.
You slowly make your way towards the room in question, seeing that the door is slightly ajar, leaving a sliver for you to peer in.
What you find is a heavenly sight: Spencer, fully unclothed, splayed across the bed with his length in his fist. His pace is slow, but itâs still enough for him to whimper and moan quite audibly. His other hand is gripping tightly onto the sheets as his head pushes back against a pillow.
Itâs perverted, but you feel as if you canât tear yourself away from watching. At this point, you start to wonder if he knows youâre here or if he even heard you come into the apartment. You struggle to keep quiet as your panties grow damp, and you end up biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the sight.
The sound of his fist moving up and down his leaking cock is lewd, his precum dribbling down and even slightly coating his hand.
âo-oh m-mommyââ Him saying that is your breaking point, and you push the door open and enter the room.
He finally notices you and he pulls the sheets he was just grasping onto for dear life up to cover his throbbing dick. You were expecting him to do that; although what he was just doing was insanely hot, heâs still shy, even around you.
He looks away from you, clearly embarrassed he was caught. âUh, I wasâ Iâ ahâŚâ he attempts to explain himself but it leads nowhere. âI-Iâm sorry,â he whispers, sounding defeated.
âWhy are you sorry?â Itâs not a needed question; you know exactly why he thinks so. You move to sit on the edge of the bed as he moves away, still having the sheets pulled up to cover himself. He stammers, but no words come out. Heâs so flustered and red in his cheeks, you fear heâs about to pop.
He squirms in his position slightly while a tiny noise that you can barely hear escapes from his lips. A noise of discomfort, you recognize quickly, but youâre not sure if itâs because you just caught him in a private moment or if itâs because his cock is starting to get achy from the lack of stimulation.
âBaby,â you say in a more serious tone, leaning into the notion of his fantasy of you as his mommy, âwhy are you sorry?â
You stare at him, though you wish he could return your gaze. âY-You probably feelâŚuncomfortable b-becauseââ
Softly, you shush him, holding a finger up against his lips, and you smile. âIâm not uncomfortable,â you assure him.
âYouâre not?â he asks, his words vibrating against your index.
You shake your head as you pull your finger away from his lips, instead moving to grab his chin with a soft grip. His cheeks squish against your fingers softly, making his lips look even more plush and kissable. You push your lips against his gently, though itâs obvious that heâs eager from the way he pushes against your mouth to chase the kiss.
The way he whines when you pull away from him is so cute, you feel as if you want to give in to his need to have you closer to him. But he can tell that you want to do something else to satisfy him, so Spencer quiets down. Your hand, however, remains firmly yet softly gripping his jaw.
You look down at the sheets covering his lower half, his erection not-so-subtlety poking the thin fabric, and you glance back up at him. âDo you want me toâŚâ you trail off before looking down at his boner again.
In all honesty, it takes Spencer a good second or two before he gets what you meant by that offer. âU-uh, well, ahâŚâ he stutters. Youâre not exactly sure what he wants and frankly neither is he. Based on his previous experiences with intimacy, you decide to not give him a blowjob, or even a handjob.
You both sit there in silence; you can practically cut the tension in the room with a knife. As you think of what to do â since you donât just want to ignore it, nor do you want to leave him unsatisfied and awkward â Spencer squirms uncomfortably, shifting ever so slightly. His thighs accidentally clench together, squeezing his erection under the blanket, causing him to whimper softly. He silently hopes that you didnât catch that noise he made, but you didâŚand it gave you an idea; one that will satisfy both of your urges.
âDo you wanna keep going?â You ask. He would probably much rather do this himself, although you donât know how he would feel if he were to masturbate right in front of you.
He hesitates for a second, but he does nod shyly. You notice how heâs not meeting your gaze with his own, avoiding eye contact almost entirely. Instead, heâs looking in the direction of your waist.
Without informing him, you stand up and your hands quickly find their way to the buttons on your pants undoing them. Spencer watches with an air of anticipation and slight anxiety as you pull your pants down, a bit hastily and it definitely shows just how eager you are at this moment. Your underwear is certainly damp with how much this situation has you turned on and he can see it clearly too. You couldnât pinpoint his expression as he sees the wetness, whether heâs nervous or intrigued, until you see him lick his lips â a motion that he only does when heâs excited.
At last, you peel off your soaked panties, but you keep your eyes on his face, wanting to see his reaction at seeing you half-naked. Sure, heâs seen you in your bra and panties before, but that was never sexual and only when you were changing clothes in front of him. Heâs always looked away, the gentleman that he is, but he couldnât resist taking a peek or two at your near-unclothed state. Just like how now, where he can see your bare pussy, glistening and wet, he just canât resist staring.
He doesnât mind it; no, not at all. In fact, itâs just making him even more excited, to the point where he slightly pulls down the sheets that are covering his dick â not enough to actually show his arousal, but enough to clearly see his happy trail, which has you salivating.
You get back on the bed, not bothering to take your shirt off as well. You just want to get started already, but you think it would be better if you know heâs comfortable with this whole situation first.
âIs this okay?â you ask, alluding to your nakedness as your thighs are slightly spread, giving him a nice view of your cunt.
He swallows and nods feverishly as his gaze continues to bore into your pussy; all of his attention seems to be focused there, which amuses you.
Deciding to take the initiative, your hand makes its way towards your core. You dip the tips of your fingers in your wet folds, collecting some of the slick and bringing it up to your clit, where you start to gently rub it in small and slow circles.
You hear Spencerâs breath hitch as you do this. Itâs like youâre subtly encouraging him to do the same thing and start masturbating again, which is exactly what youâre going for.
He ends up pulling the covers off his pelvis completely, allowing you to see his cock-filled hand. You bite your lip at the sight of him starting to slowly stroke his length again, although timidly, as if heâs being judged. Youâre not doing that, of course; you wouldnât dare judge him for doing something so pleasing in front of you.
He keeps avoiding your gaze so you lean forward as you continue to massage your clit gently and you bring your other hand to tilt his head up by his chin to look at you. The eye contact you both have now is both awkward yet erotic. Youâre not really doing anything with each other, youâre just two people touching themselves in front of the other.
A couple minutes into this shared experience, Spencer is starting to get more confident and less self-conscious. His strokes are getting longer and faster, making him produce more noises from his throat; mostly small whimpers with the occasional moan but by god, those small moans just get you going. You end up quickening your pace too and you let yourself make tiny whines too.
Eventually, your fingers move from your clit and back down to your folds, where you insert a finger into your cunt. The sound that falls from your lips after you do so is more motivation for Spencer to speed up again. You thrust your finger in and out at the same pace as his hand and youâre sure you both are imagining something more intimate at this point.
You add a second finger and then later on a third and now, a few minutes later, youâre both moving in sync and moaning up a storm. His moans are louder though, but you donât mind at all. They just give you more reason to speed up and keep going.
Nearing the end, youâre wondering whoâs going to cum first. It wouldnât be a surprise if Spencer did so before you since heâs been jerking off for longer than you have but with the way the pleasure is building up in your stomach, youâre not entirely sure anymore; your mind is just focused on the intense pleasure and nothing else.
âO-oh godâŚâ you hear him whine. Now you know who is going to finish first.
âYou gonna cum, baby?â It takes you some effort to ask that question, especially since for the past ten or so minutes, youâve just been touching yourselves without even talking.
âMhm,â he hums in response as he nods. His hand is going at such a quick pace that you can clearly hear how his precum-coated palm is moving up and down his cock. âSâmuch, IâŚâ
âItâs okay, honey,â you stammer out. Then, in your pleasure-fueled haze, an idea forms in your head. âYou can cum. Cum for mommy~â
The use of that nickname for you really gets him going and he can no longer hold himself back. âM-mommy!â he cries out with a gasp for air as cum spurts out of the tip of his cock. He lets his head hang back and his eyelids flutter as his orgasm hits him and itâs beautiful for you to watch. It only motivates you to speed up even more, wanting to reach your peak as fast as possible. You probably shouldnât rush it to savor the moment but in this case, rushing is fine to you.
After his intense orgasm, Spencer watches with bated breath as you cum. Your hips rock forward, practically riding your own fingers while your back arches and your murmurs grow incoherent. If he wasnât tired, Spencer is pretty sure that he would be turned on again immediately just from watching you finger yourself. He is almost positive that youâre thinking of riding him instead of your fingers, and he would be correct in that assessment.
The pleasure slowly dissipates until youâre left with the incredibly awkward feeling of having just jerked off in front of your boyfriend. Both of you arenât really sure what to say or what to do considering this was technically your first shared sexual experience since you had started dating.
âUmââ âSoââ you both say at the same time. You donât know how to move forward in a gracious manner, so you shyly get off the bed and put your underwear and pants back on. He still sits in the bedsheets, which are slightly damp from the sweat accumulated from the experience.
He moves towards the edge of the bed â towards you â and sits up straight, trying not to feel embarrassed that heâs still naked. And even though he felt uncomfortable about being touched while nude prior, he plants his lips on yours.
You werenât expecting this but itâs a welcome surprise, as you chase his kiss with all the energy you have left; which isnât a lot, but is enough. He breaks from the kiss, but leaves his forehead against yours as he looks at you like a dog.
âThank you, mommy.â
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heyyy, idk if your request or open atm but could you write about miles (e-42) sneaking into the readers house at night, to hangout đ¤ nothing nasty LMFAOOO but like a cute lil moment
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pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader
contains: fluff, miles being a big baby because yes
summary: miles has a hard time falling asleep when youâre not next to him. wc: 1,205
a/n: i loveee soft 42!miles omfg đ also i realized i changed up the plot a little after iâd already written it and came back to find the request, so i hope you still like it <3
Tossing and turning instead of getting a full nightâs rest seemed to be the norm for Miles as of late.
He laid on his back with an irked sigh, hands scrubbing down his face as he lightly groaned into them. There was no need for him to check the time, he already had a pretty accurate guess seeing as heâd been checking his phone every twenty minutes when his eyes would spring back open after another failed attempt to fall asleep.
He missed you. That he couldnât deny. Heâd made the mistake of falling asleep with you one night, and heâs found himself suffering through the same old routine ever since. Heâd never slept as peacefully as he did than when he was next to you, and his mind craved your presence more than it craved sleep apparently. The both of you couldâve slept on concrete and he still wouldâve sworn it was more comfortable than his own bed.
It was a stupid idea, and had he not been desperate for a solution he wouldâve realized that. But there was no one to talk him out of it as he got up from his bed and fished around in his dimly lit room for his jacket and a pair of nike slides, so it looked like heâd be going through with it anyway.
He scribbled a quick note for his mom onto a post-it note, stuck it to the fridge for her to find after her shift and left their apartment without another thought, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Night walks through Brooklyn didnât scare him, in fact they calmed him. Everything was quieter at this time, slowerâ and he knew these streets like the back of his hand. And even if he didnât, he was pretty good with the switchblade he kept in his pocket at all times. Your place was only a few blocks away, and even through the slight haze casted over him from his lack of rest, he was still vigilant as ever.
He climbed the fire escape just three stories up until he got to your window, using both his hands to hoist him over the steel railing, his feet landing on the old metal as quiet as he could make them.
He hoped that you still kept it unlocked for him, that your offer stood firm when you told him he was welcome anytime. He whispered a plea before he curled his fingers under the edge, sighing in relief when the window lifted open, though the unpleasant squealing due to the age of the pane made him wince.
The last thing he wanted to do was wake you, so he only lifted it halfway, ducking down and stepping into your room and out of the cold. He glanced over to see your cheek still smushed against your pillow, your legs probably tucked into the fetal position with the way your blankets were swaddled around you.
He managed to close the window without making a sound, but on his way over to your bed he accidentally bumped into your dresser, causing a bottle of perfume to clatter into the other objects you had up there.
âFuckââ he hissed quietly, twin braids following the act of his head whipping in your direction when you stirred.
You werenât the lightest sleeper, but the noise had been enough to startle you awake. Lifting your head from the pillow, you sat up quickly, eyes adjusting to make out who the hunched figure was. The two of you had said goodnight just a few hours ago, and now here he was, in your room.
âMiles?â There was a slight rasp to your voice.
âHey, maâŚâ he responded, hands nervously hovering over the mess heâd unintentionally created. He fixed it to the best of his ability, but it definitely wasnât the way you had it before.
You reached over and turned your clock towards you, the bright white numbers making you screw an eye shut.
âMiles, baby, itâs two am in the morning,â you grumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands and yawning. âWhat are you doing here? Did something happen?â
Blinking the sleep from your sight, you took in his slightly slouched disposition. He looked exhausted, annoyance from his sleepless night evident in the way he sighed.
âNah, nah,â he shifted from foot to foot, hand hesitantly raising to scratch his head. His idea seemed sensible at first. He was willing to do anything to get some shut eye, and to see you again, but now he just felt silly for waking you up for no good reason.
âNothing happened, but IâI couldnât sleep for shit. So I just thoughtââ he rubbed his brow and gave a halfhearted shrug. âI donât know, itâs stupid. I wasnât thinkinâ straight and I just wanna be laid up with you. I really didnât mean to wake you up and I can leave ifââ
âItâs okay! Itâs okay,â you cut his rambling short and opened up your blankets, scooting over to make room for him. âCome on.â Even in your drowsy state you could tell he was getting flustered trying to explain himself.
âOh thank God,â he said beneath a breath as he shuffled his jacket and shoes off, eagerly slipping into your bed beside you.
You shifted back onto your side like you were before and pulled the blankets over the both of you, his arm instantly slinking around your waist to pull your body into his, your back against his chest.
âI love you so much.â he sighed tiredly.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in through his nose just as your hand came up behind you to caress the top of his head. His behavior made it seem as if he hadnât seen you in weeks; like he was trying to refresh his mind of every aspect of you.
âI love you too⌠Miles, are you sure youâre alright?â you asked, not yet all the way convinced.
âMhm. Just needed to be with you.â he hummed, his words muffled as he pulled you closer.
âWhat about your mom? I donât want her to be worried.â
He grunted at that, his response slurred and barely audible. âShe know where Iâm at.â
His fingers slipped under the waistband of your cotton sleep-shorts, hand traveling to the round of your lower stomach and resting over it. Why guys were so obsessed with the extra weight girls held there was still an anomaly to you. You couldnât wrap your mind around it, but he always threw a fit if you didnât let him hold you like that so you allowed it.
âGoodnight, Miles.â You murmured into the stillness of your room.
Your eyes opened after receiving no response from him, and you were barely able to turn your head to look over your shoulder since his own was occupying the space there.
âMiles?â you questioned gently.
Your answer came in the form of faint snores and slowed breathing from the boy who was knocked out behind you, a smile inching onto your lips at how quickly he dozed off. You let your eyes flutter to a close, ready to fall asleep again, but this time in the arms of your favorite person.
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fandom: my hero academia
relationship: tenya iida x reader
summary: you left your jacket in iidaâs room.
contains: mutual pining, unresolved romantic tension, fluff, opposites attract, thrifted clothes, like two lines of dialogue
a/n: @thecutestgrotto divider credit goes to
Study sessions hadnât always been a thing between you and Iida, not until after moving into the dorms. You just lived too far apart to meet up every week like you did now, every Friday to be exact.
Iida had offered to tutor you earlier in the school year, but you always turned him down, wanting to at least try and figure things out on your own. But after you began to live in the same building, you finally accepted his offer and worked out a schedule for the two of you to meet up in the afternoon and go over any material either of you had trouble with.
Eventually, those study sessions began to evolve into hang outs with studying sprinkled in, switching between his room and yours every week. Despite you two having very different tastes in room decor, it look little time for you to grow comfortable in each otherâs environments. You quickly learned his organization system and he gradually learned to just leave your clutter be⌠mostly.
This weekâs study meeting was held in Iidaâs dorm room, and when you had first walked through the door, you were sporting your iconic letterman jacket which you had gotten from a thrift shop not too long ago. It had become routine for you and your mom to stop by the thrift store when you would spend her days off work together.
Anyway, it wasnât until about an hour after you had left to start turning in for the night that Iida realized you had left your jacket behind, in a small bundle on the floor near the foot of his bed. He was surprised that it took him this long to notice, considering he had actually watched you walk- or more rush out the door after you realized how late it had gotten. You had taken it off in the middle of studying since the fabric retained heat and you were getting a little warmer than you would have preferred, so he supposed that you must have been so eager to go shower and get to sleep at a somewhat decent hour that you simply forgot.
Iidaâs initial idea was to stop by your dorm room to give it back to you, but it was already pretty late and he knew that you tended to lock your door at night. Though he supposed he could simply text you, but you were probably already asleep, or at least drifting off, so he didnât want to disturb you. It had been a long week and you needed the rest.
So he decided that he would simply return it to you tomorrow morning when he saw you again. And it definitely wasnât because over the past few weeks, the more time that Tenya spent with you, the more it felt as though your study sessions ended too early and he just wanted to hold onto this piece of you for as long as he could. Of course not.
And thatâs why he was lying on his back in the dark, holding the piece of clothing to his chest while staring up and the ceiling with nothing but the low hum of the air conditioner and muffled outside noises to fill the silence.
If he were being honest, Iida loved this jacket. Because despite it being previously owned, it was so uniquely yours. He could still remember the day you returned to the dorms with a skip in your step as you showed off your new duds, talking about how lucky you were to find it right at the front of the shop and have it fit you just right. Coincidentally, it even had the first letter of your surname on the front. There were a lot of things that Tenya had grown to appreciate thanks to you.
Like your piercings. While Tenya previously found them impractical and even a bit unprofessional, he eventually grew to like how they looked on you, especially after you had invited him to go with you to get your most recent one.
And the rings you wore every day, two on your left and one on your right. Honestly, he kind of just liked your hands. Iida had briefly held your hand a couple times before, to help you stand up or when one of you was leading the other somewhere. He wished he could do that more.
Turning over on his side, Iida closed his eyes and lightly tightened his hold on your jacket as his heart drummed in his ears.
No. Donât do it. Donât do it, donât you dare do it.
But he did. Tenya brought the jacket closer to his face and inhaled slowly. Yep, there it was; your natural scent with hints of your shampoo around the back of the collar. It was nice, comforting. Sometimes when he went to bed after your study sessions, he could find faint traces of your smell on his pillow or covers of you had been resting there while working.
Tenya wished he could have more than this. More of you, and for longer. But if this was all he could have, then he could be content with that.
The following morning, Iida folded up your jacket before going to return it to you. While part of him felt a little disappointed at first about having to give it back to you, that feeling was overpowered by the smile on your face when he did. You slipped your jacket on and tucked your hands into the pockets, thanking Iida.
âDonât worry, itâs no trouble at all.â he replied, hoping that the blush in his face wasnât too obvious. It really did look perfect on you.
As you went your separate ways, you gently rubbed your arms and took a deep breath in, your face flushing a subtle pink as you picked up faint traces of Tenyaâs scent. Looking back over your shoulder in his direction, you chuckled softly as you stared at him as he engaged in conversation with some of your other classmates, blissfully unaware of that fact that-
âYou totally left it in his room on purpose, didnât you?â Mina whispered as she approached you, a Cheshire Cat grin spread across her face as she quirked an eyebrow at you. You said nothing, only rolling your eyes and lightly shoving her by the shoulder, earning a giggle. You knew that she could see the answer in your face.
Maybe you did, but he didnât need to know that.
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Sleepy
Fluff//Multiple characters//Wc: 0.3k
Your head lies on his soft chest, lightheaded as your mind drifts between reality and dreamland.
A few hours ago, he laid down on your bed, playing video games with his friends. You soon, after a warm shower, joined him, lying on top of him. Since then, you didnât really move, being comfortable, becoming sleepier with every passing second.
Now, youâre bathing in his scent, coming from his hoodieâwhich is of course yours tooâ, and from him too. It smells like home. It calms you.
You are listening to his heartbeat and those occasional comments he makes about the game or the others. There are some funny ones. They make you laugh as you draw circles on his arm. With every circle, your pace slows, then fully stops for a second as you yawn.
âYou sleepy, babe?â He asks with a tender voice.
âMhm.â You reply, nuzzling closer to him, if thatâs even possible.
âYou know you can fall asleep, right? You donât have to stay awake, we will be playing for another hour at least.â
âBut I want to be with you.â You mumble, barely coherent.
âIâll be here all night long and in the morning.â Then there is a pause. âAnd all day too; we live together, my love.â
âI know, but-â You start.
âNo buts, go to sleep.â He interrupts, leaving no room for argument.
Some time passes before another round ends. You are barely awake by now, holding onto that small ounce of energy you have left.
Then you feel as he slowly starts playing with your silky hair. He makes the most of the time between two rounds.
It feels nice. Comforting.
Slowly, you fall deeper and deeper into the realm of dreams. By the start of the next round, you are sound asleep in your boyfriendâs arms.
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These are the characters that I see fit for my story. Ofc this is my opinion only. I did not watch all the animes to know them well, so some are based on vibes, only.
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omg james trying to get remus and reader to be together and setting them up would be hilarious
Part of my potter!reader x remus secret relationship au 0.7k wc
The last thing Remus had been expecting when he was reading his book in the common room were those specific words tumbling out of James's mouth. "I think she's an absolutely lovely person." He had replied to James's inquiry, trying not to be suspicious. After what Sirius had told him about James speculating between him and James's precious sister, he had learned not to trot so close to the edge. Now, instead of sneaking off with you when everyone was free, stealing kisses from each other in a hidden corner of the library, you resorted to be more daring when James had quidditch practice, attention stowed away to his beloved sport. If anything, you and Remus did share a free period no one else had, locking yourselves in a dorm for the hour.
The only thing Sirius had forgotten to mention was that Lily had convinced James that whilst you and Remus weren't dating, it would be an amazing idea to set up his most respectful friend with his sister. So that's exactly what the teenager was up to. "Lovely enough to go on a date with?" Remus froze, feeling the energy in the room drop. Unfortunately for him, he missed the most crucial part of James's sentence: his suggestive tone. "Well, I mean, I suppose - well what do you mean by that?"
"Remus, there's no one I trust more at Hogwarts to be dating my sister. So I was wondering if you'd like to go out with her." All the blood that had drained from Remus's face moments before suddenly came rushing back, feeling his face flush too quickly for his liking. "Oh, well I suppose I would." Remus sighed at James's happy hum, turning subtly to look at Sirius, sitting on a lonely armchair, a wide grin on his face. The boy raised his eyebrows twice at Remus suggestively, who only now realised that he'd probably known about this the entire time. Remus picked his book up again, beginning to scroll through the pages to find where he'd left off, thinking he had to tell you about this conversation later.
A slump in the couch next to him had him abandoning his book once more, looking up to see you sitting next to him. "Hey y/n!" James started up again cheerfully, unusually ignoring Lily as she walked by to speak to Sirius. "By any chance are you free this Saturday?" You hummed thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "That depends on if anyone wants to go to Hogsmeade with me since Lily wasn't up for it." Remus almost saw the lightbulb appear above James's head, a sentence line forming in his mouth. "Oh Remus would love to come with you! Wouldn't he?"
If you were confused before, you definitely are now, turning towards your boyfriend with a "Huh?" Behind him, Sirius began giggling, poking at Lily's side to avert her attention to you. "What's this about?" You questioned, watching as a small smile made its way onto Remus's face. "I think your brother's trying to set us up." He said confidently, biting his lip to hold in his laugh. "Oh! Well, you know what, I'd love for you to come with me then." Shit. Your lack of hesitation had most definitely given you away now, you thought. The lot of you went silent, and you turned around to catch your brother's facial expression just as he said "Lily said I wasn't missing anything before but I'm not so sure about that now."
You winced at the tone, eyes on James as he stood up, sassily putting his hands on his hips. "James the truth is..." Remus started, glancing between the two Potters, "I already asked y/n out like two days ago. And she already said yes." James's eyebrows shot up in shock, a small "Oh" escaping his lips, arms falling slack on either side of his body. "Oh that's fine then." You slumped back into the couch in relief, the lie luckily escaping James's realm of realisation, one of your hands snaking between your and Remus's body to hold his hand.
"Wait you were going to tell me though right?"
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pairing: oscar piastri x plus-size!reader
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warnings: 18+ !! body insecurity, SMUT SMUT SMUT, ABSOLUTE UTTER FILTH; spanking, use of 'sir', creampie x 2 (donât be silly, wrap ur willy !!), oscar eating you out after cumming inside you, squirting, light choking, Oscar has an obsession with calling you angel, wayyyyy too many pet names @jamminvroomvroom I'm not sorry in the slightest jas đ¤ enjoy! mwah âËâ.ŕłŕż*:シ
You werenât sure how it had started. Maybe it was the pressure online. Maybe it was the âfansâ. Maybe it was just your own damn mind, but something was eating away at you. It wasnât Oscar though. Never Oscar. He loved you to no end, treated you like royalty, looked at you like youâd hung the stars in the sky and created the moon with your own hands.Â
But sometimes even Oscarâs adoration and affection couldnât stop the voices in your head from creeping in and planting the seeds of lies in your head; âhe could do so much betterâ, âyouâre not enoughâ, âyou need to be betterâ, âyouâre not worth his timeâ, âheâs with you out of sympathyâ.Â
You pulled up your t-shirt and stared at your underwear-clad body. You frowned and glared at your reflection in the mirror, before poking your stomach once again. You turned to the side and noticed how much bigger your thighs were than they had been a few months ago. Your eyes were drawn to the stretch marks that decorated your hips and upper legs, courtesy of your body growing too quickly to keep up with itself. You spotted every single speck of cellulite or mark that made your body look imperfect.Â
You looked disgusting.Â
At least thatâs how you felt.Â
You hadnât always felt like this either. Once, there had been a time when you loved your body, your curves and all of your flaws. But dating a professional athlete, especially one as visually perfect as Oscar, meant you were prone to hate. It had started with a few small comments, that eventually grew into a whole flood of messages and abuse that just got too much. You had let it get to you.
You werenât yourself anymore. Even you could see that. You didnât smile as much anymore, and when you did, the smiles werenât real. They were fake. You felt like you were living from one day to the next, not sure when you woke up the next morning whether you were thankful for that or not. You hardly left the house anymore. Your friends all seemed like the flawless poster girls and you were the odd one out. Youâd even begun to push Oscar away from you, instead choosing to lock yourself away.Â
Skipping meals had become a regular habit and it was no longer uncommon for you to spend up to twelve hours a week in the gym. It wasnât just your weight and figure though. When you were out with Oscar you didnât feel like you looked good enough to be able to stand next to him, let alone hold his hand and walk with him through the paddock in front of all those cameras. Today was day three of you being completely incommunicado with the outside world, and Oscar was worried about you. He had called you and texted you but there was no answer. He called your friends who all said that they too were worried and hadnât had any answer from you.Â
So there you stood in your underwear wearing one of the few of Oscarâs oversized t-shirts that fitted you, pulled up to your chin whilst you inspected and scrutinised your body. You hadnât noticed the front door unlock, or heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. You heard your bedroom door open and you turned to see Oscar. He visibly exhaled as he saw that you were okay. But then he noticed. How red and puffy your eyes were from crying and how big the dark bags that lined your eyes were from lack of sleep. He slowly made his way across the room to stand in front of you.
You looked down at the floor unable to make eye contact. You felt embarrassed that he was seeing you in this state. You attempted to pull his t-shirt down to cover your thighs as you felt his gaze travel up and down your body. He grabbed your wrist, and brought it up to his lip as he kissed the inside of your wrist. He gently kissed up your arm and over your shoulder before kissing along your collarbones and up your neck. He stopped once he got to your lips and pulled back to look you in the eyes. His heart broke as he watched one single tear trickle down your face and then another and another until eventually your whole body was wracking with convulsive sobs. He pulled you into his chest tightly and held you close.Â
Neither of you were sure how long you stood there for, but that didnât matter. In that moment, all you needed was him, and he was more than happy to provide the comfort you needed. Once your crying had subsided he led you to the bed. You both led down, his arms wrapped around you as you led on his chest. âY/N?â He said gently, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to help soothe you. âYeah?â You said sniffling and snuggling into him more. âYou know that I love you more than anything right?â He said, staring down at you and kissing the top of your head. You gave a weak scoff, âYeah rightâŚâ Oscar squeezed you tight âI do!â You pulled away from him and sat up âWhy?â âBecause-â He started, âBecause Iâll tell you why you shouldnât. Iâm disgusting Oscar. Iâm fat, I have stretch marks and my thighs are covered in cellulite. I donât deserve you Osc canât you see that? Your fans hate me and itâs making me hate myself!â You finished, slightly out of breath and you felt a new wave of tears fall from your eyes. Oscar sat up so you were sitting opposite each other. âStop.â He commanded, âI donât wanna hear anymore of that.â He spoke almost angrily; you looked up at him to meet his gaze. He looked like he was about to cry too, âYouâre beautiful, angel, canât you see that?â He said his voice cracking as he reached for your hands, âSo what if youâre squishy? I love that about you.â You frowned; slightly confused that this was your boyfriendâs attempt to comfort you.Â
âAngel, I will call you squishy and you will be mine, and you will be my squishy!â He said, quoting Finding Nemo as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. You giggled at your boyfriend and he smiled, âI donât care what my âfansâ say, theyâre not in this relationship, itâs me and you. Your weight doesnât matter to me. So what if you have larger hips? It just means thereâs more of you to love. PlusâŚâ he trailed off for a moment, hands moving down to squeeze your hips, âyou arenât gonna break if things get a little... rough.â He said winking at you. âStretch marks and cellulite? Angel, you arenât the only one who has them. Honestly youâre stunning baby.â His compliments made you look down but you smiled slightly, touched by his words.
âSee, your smile is beautiful!â He said, gently lifting your chin back up to look at him. âBabe, I also know that youâve been skipping meals, so how about we order some pizza and watch Finding Nemo?â he suggested, you nodded before leaning up to connect your lips in a sweet kiss.
âOscar?â You said, as you broke apart, leaning your foreheads together. âHmmm?â âThank you.â You said sincerely before he pulled you onto his lap and began to kiss you again, his hands gently creeping underneath the hem of his t-shirt.
Oh well⌠The pizza could wait.
You sighed into his mouth as he gently bit your bottom lip, pulling away and tugging as his eyes darkened. âNeed to see you angel⌠fuck please?â You nodded shyly, hands slowly dropping to the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing as Oscarâs hand comfortingly rubbed your thighs, tracing gentle circles with his thumbs. You hadnât had sex in a while. Too terrified to let him see your body and too worried about your insecurities. The last time youâd slept together youâd asked to leave the lights off and keep your t-shirt on. Oscar had been confused and he had obliged then - but no more. He was determined to show you just how damn sexy he found you.Â
Oscar noticed your hesitation. âHold on angelâ He pulled away from you slightly to pull his t-shirt over his head. âLook at my back.â He turned and sat facing away from you as your hands delicately traced over the slightly raised zigzag marks that stretched over his back and shoulders⌠They looked similar to the marks on your stomach and hips that haunted you. âY-you have them too?â Your voice was quiet and timid as Oscar gave a soft smile, nodding his head, âI went through a pretty quick growth spurt when I was in school and then another one when I got into F2⌠I always hated looking at them too⌠until I realised that they were a part of my body and a part of my story of how Iâd grown, become stronger, learned what my body could do and what I was capable of.â Your eyes filled with tears as he turned back to face you, âDo you love me any less now youâve seen them?âÂ
You shook your head furiously, âOf course not!â âThen why do you hate them so much when you see them on yourself? Do you think I love you any less just because you have them?â Your eyes filled with tears once more as he slowly pushed you to lie down on the bed, crawling on top of you.âBecause let me tell you angel⌠whenever I see themâŚâ His hands dropped to the hem of your t-shirt, sliding it up to expose your hips and panties âThey make me feelâŚâ He leaned down to press kisses to the lines across your hips between each word,â Soâ kiss âfuckingââ kiss, âferalâŚâÂ
âYour cute tummy?â He paused to blow raspberries on your soft stomach making you squeal with laughter âadorable!â âYour thighsâŚâ He moved back down slightly to bite at them, making your back arch and a soft moan tumble from your lips. âI think about having them wrapped around my head about 7 times a day⌠and fuck angelâŚâ He slid his hands underneath your ass and squeezed, âThis ass? Might just take the title of worldâs best assâŚâ You giggled as you reach down to cup his face,
âActually baby Iâm pretty sure that title belongs to Bottasâ He moved up your body and paused as he thought for a moment before nodding, âTrueâŚâ He nodded jokingly before leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. He left hot open mouth kisses against your neck and collarbones, making you squirm and let out breathy moans. Distracted by how good he was making you feel, you didnât realise his hands were moving your t-shirt up until he sat you up slightly to pull it over your head.
You fell back against the sheets wearing just your panties as Oscar knelt over you, you heard him inhale through his teeth as he drank in the sight of your soft, plush body in his bed, âWanna take you so badly angelâŚâ His hands were everywhere as he grabbed your hips, your thighs, your ass, your breasts. Like he couldnât get enough of you. âTouch me please Oscâ He stared down at you, smirking slightly, âWhere do you want me to touch you angel?â Your face grew hot and your heart rate sped up. You knew what he wanted you to say. Even after this long it still flustered you. âWant you t-to touch m-my pussy⌠p-please.â He cooed at you as his hand stroked your cheek, âGood girlâŚâ One hand dropped to your pussy as he pushed your panties to one side, a single finger trailing up your slit, collecting the arousal already dripping out of you, finger moving to his mouth in an effort to tease you - it worked.You whined and shook your hips impatiently as he chuckled lowly, âIâve got you sweet girlâŚâ His fingers moved back to your entrance, slowly pushing one in as more needy whines tumbled from your mouth, âPlease Oscar, want it, need it!â He smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your mound, âFuck youâre such a good girl, you know that right? My. good. girl.â He emphasised each word with a curl of his fingers to graze against your g-spot. âOscar- Sir!â He growled at your use of that specific title and pushed another finger in, head falling back in a silent moan at how tight you feel around his fingers. âYouâre so needy for me angel, hmmm?â He pouted in mock sympathy, âsâokay baby Iâll take care of you.âÂ
He leant over your torso, softly kissing your breasts and leaving pretty red and purple marks to decorate your chest along with your stretch marks, âSo fucking pretty⌠should be in a museum or a galleryâŚâ he mumbled as he admired his artwork, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, pulling him down until his forehead rested against yours. Your hips bucked up into his hand as he continued to thrust his fingers into your pussy, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit. He paused for a moment, growling at the way your panties got in the way âOscar!â you exclaimed as he ripped them off of you, âIâll buy you some new ones angel, itâs fineâŚâ He quickly pushed his fingers back into your tight hole as you felt a warm sensation growing in your lower stomach.Â
âThat feeling good pretty girl?â He crooned down at you almost condescendingly as his fingers sped up. Breathy moans and whiney pants were all that left your mouth as you could feel yourself climbing higher towards that peak, the coil in your stomach threatening to burst. âSuch a good girl for me, so sweet angelâ Oscar growled above you, âFuck! Oscar-â you wailed out as he leant down to bite your neck, teeth nipping, sure to leave a mark. âYouâre mine angel⌠my pretty girlâŚâ Those words were the last push you needed as you felt your orgasm explode. Your eyes shut tightly as your legs tensed up, thighs closing and locking Oscarâs hand between them. He chuckled at your out-of-breath form and pressed soft kisses to your hairline as he calmed you down, gently praising you. âSuch a good girl, youâre so beautiful angel, love you so muchâŚâ You smiled up at him, hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him down to meet your lips, hot and passionate. âWant you inside me Oscar please!â You mumbled against his lips, he pulled back, stripping his lower half of his sweats and underwear, âCourse angel... â Your head tilted to one side in confusion when you saw him lie down next to you on the bed. He patted his thighs, âWant you to ride me pretty girl, wanna see my gorgeous girl on top of me.â You faltered as you heard his words, âI donât know Osc I-â âY/N,â he sat up suddenly, the use of your name showing you he was serious, âI want you to do this⌠Not just for me but for you too. Youâre perfect my love⌠I love you because of who you are as a person. Your insanely hot body is just a bonusâŚâ He grabbed your hands, gently helping you straddle his thighs. âSo⌠come and take whatâs yours angelâŚâ
You climbed on top of him, sliding your wet cunt up and down his shaft which was throbbing against his abdomen. Hot and hard, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of him sliding into you and stretching your pussy. âFuck, youâre so wet baby, you want my cock in your pretty little pussy?â You whined needily, hands falling to Oscarâs chest, nails digging in slightly as you grinded even faster, âH-help pleaseâŚâ you begged. Oscar gently shushed you, one hand reaching down to grasp his cock and push it into you, âThere you go baby, take your time- thatâs it.â His hands gently caressed up and down your plush sides, gripping the flesh and relishing in the way his fingers sank into your soft hips and thighs. âLook at you⌠youâre fuckin deliciousâŚâ His head fell back as you sank all the way down to the hilt, a desperate moan leaving your lips at the slight sting you felt. No matter how many times you took Oscarâs cock, the stretch was always delectable. âFuck! Your pussy is so tight⌠you gonna milk my cock angel?â You nodded desperately, starting up a slow rhythm, your tits bouncing slightly as your ass slapped against his thighs.
Between the two of you, the room was filled with the most pornographic noises, moans, whines, skin-on-skin and the sounds of your wet cunt. Your eyes shut as your head fell back, speeding your pace up. âLook at you⌠youâre a goddess, babyâŚâ Oscar couldnât take his eyes away from your form, a light sheen of sweat covered your body as your breasts and thighs jiggled with each firm slam of your hips. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut as your lips parted, releasing the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. How could you ever think you were not beautiful? One of his hands snaked down from your hips and began to rub your clit with his thumb, making your walls spasm around him. He growled out a low moan. âOscar⌠Sir!â You cried out, âgonna cum!â You nails raked down his chest as you felt his thick cock reach deep into you, tip touching your cervix. âShit!â Oscar hissed as he felt your nails digging in, desperately grabbing onto him in an effort to keep yourself from floating away. He grabbed your hips, lifting you up and down slightly to help you keep moving on his cock. âYou close? Hmmm?â You nodded, flopping down onto his chest as the burning in your thighs forced you to give out, âIâll help you angel donât worry,â Oscar soothed you as his hands wrapped around your back, planting his feet on the bed to begin thrusting up into you. âYou feel so so good angel, such a sweet little cuntâŚâ
You mewled in response as his hips pistoned into you. âPlease, please, please, please please- oh fuck!â Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, so sudden it overtook your whole body, feeling it in every limb from your fingertips to your toes. âThere you go, atta girlâŚâ Oscar crooned as his thrusts became uneven, he spilled into you, cock throbbing as his cum filled your pussy. âMilk my cock thatâs itâŚâ he moaned as your quivering cunt continued to spasm around him.Â
He planted kisses all over your face, making you giggle as his arms tightened around you. You led against his chest for a moment, head fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm, before you realised you could quite possibly be squashing your boyfriend. You gasped and shot up to roll off of him but his arms stayed firmly locked around you, leaving you unable to move, âOscarâŚâ You struggled a little making him laugh, âOh absolutely not sweetheart, you are staying right here, until I say so.â You continued wriggling much to his disdain and you whimpered as a sharp spank landed against your ass cheek âOscar!â He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at you, âThen will you behave?â You looked away, face burying into his neck once more, âJust donât wanna squash youâŚâ Oscar sighed contentedly, âI love how it feels when you squash me though?â You scoffed and another spank hit your ass, slightly harder than the last. Your hips wiggled and squirmed and Oscar grunted at how sensitive he was, gripping your hips to still you once again.
âEasy there sweet girlâŚâ His voice was right there in your ear and the closeness sent shivers down your spine, pussy clenching around him subconsciously. âOh thatâs it.â Oscar growled, sitting up with you still in his lap, âWhaâ Oscar?!â âIâm not fucking joking around baby.â You looked at him, his eyes flashing with lust and you felt that fire ignite in your tummy again. Oh you were so fucked. He gripped your chin softly, lips hovering right above your own, âIâm gonna lie back down,â your eyes rolled back as you practically felt his words against your lips, âand youâre gonna sit on my face.â Your eyes shot open, âR-really?â His answer was placing his lips over yours, biting and sucking your bottom lip, his hands guiding your hips to grind in his lap as your hands gripped his shoulders, âReally.â He led back down and you whined as he slid himself out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs already, âWait, but⌠you came insiââ âItâs my mess isnât it? So I should clean it up.â You practically melted on the spot as he beckoned you towards him, âNow come here angel and take a seat⌠Every goddess needs a throne right?â
You giggled despite how serious he was being and crawled up his body until his face was right underneath your pussy. You knelt up, hands grabbing the headboard as Oscar traced gentle kisses over your thighs, hands grabbing your ass. You could feel his breath against your pussy lips and you clenched around nothing, another drop of his cum and your wetness dripping down to where his mouth was ready and waiting. He moaned at the taste of the two of you mixed together and decided enough was enough. Gripping your ass tighter he licked a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, landing a quick little kiss against your sensitive bud for good measure.
You giggled out a moan at the feeling, but Oscar was frustrated, âAngel, I told you to sit on my face.â âI am!â Oscar rolled his eyes, âNo youâre hovering⌠I told you to fucking sitââ His arms wrapped round your hips and pulled you down onto his face, moaning loudly as he was suddenly smothered by your cunt, causing a whimper to leave your mouth at the vibrations Oscar ate you out like a man starved, tongue fucking your pussy and nose rubbing against your clit as one of your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging as you couldnât help the way your hips started grinding against his tongue, âFuck. Yes angelâŚâ, âthatâs itâ, âjust like thatâ, Oscar gasped out between breaths as he drowned in your pussy. You looked down and gasped. He looked feral. His eyes rolling back as he licked and sucked every inch of your pussy he could get too.Â
He pulled you up for a moment and you panicked slightly, were you hurting him? He must have seen your expression because he was quick to run his hands up and down your hips in a soothing manner, âI need you to use my face angel, grind on my tongue, fuck my face okay baby?â âWhat if I suffocate you?â Oscar groaned, âWhat a perfect fucking way to goâŚâ He trailed off as you dropped your pussy back onto his waiting tongue, following his instructions and grinding your soaking cunt back and forth.
The noises Oscar was making were driving you crazy and each growl, moan and praise had you moving even more enthusiastically. A loud whine escaped you as his nose caught your sensitive clit at just the right angle.You could feel it building in your stomach, rising up from your toes all the way to the top of your head. âFuck Osc, feels so fuckin goodâŚâ You mumbled out, barely able to form a sentence. A grunt from Oscar told you he was happy to hear that, âYeah? Donât stop angel.â âW-want moreâŚâ Your voice was breathy as he continued to push you towards the edge, âWhat dâyou need?â âYour hands on my ass⌠Please?â You begged, âAlready touchinââ âN-no please⌠harder⌠wanna see your handprint on my assâŚâ You squealed as a heavy swat fell against your ass, âOh my god Oscar, fuck yes!â You cried out, âMore! Harder! Make me fucking take it, Iâll be so good for you Osc I promise!â You babbled out as you felt the way he made your ass sting over and over and you couldnât help the way you grabbed his hair tighter as you felt him fucking smile against your pussy, âIâm gonna cum⌠OscarâŚâ You warned him but that only seemed to invigorate him, the most obscene noises coming from your boyfriend between your legs, âFucking soak me baby come on⌠please fuckâŚâ Oscar was practically begging into your pussy as your hips stuttered, head falling back as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Oscar groaned as your pussy leaked your orgasm into his mouth, leaving gentle licks and soft kisses over your clit to help you ride out your high.
You slumped to the side, not wanting to actually suffocate your boyfriend and your eyes widened when you saw how hard he was, his cock pink and pretty and throbbing. Oscar was unashamed as he brought one hand down to stroke himself, neck straining. âCanât help it angel, itâs just what you do to meâŚâ You watched, transfixed, as your boyfriend slowly and leisurely fucked his hand. You felt yourself salivate and you leaned forward, gently blowing cool air across the tip. You watched as it throbbed and leaked more precum. Oscar watched you through half-lidded eyes as you made yourself comfortable between his legs. âHaving fun there angel?â You nodded, looking up at him and looking into his eyes, âJust wanna return the favourâŚâ You pressed a kiss to the tip and giggled at the way he shivered and goosebumps ran along his thighs, âBehave angelâŚâ You nodded, tongue peeking out from your mouth to kitten lick the tip. Oscar groaned one hand gently smoothed your head, âso fuckinâ good to me⌠but this is about youâŚâ He sat up and gently cupped your face with his hand, âI love you, so much.â He said the words with so much conviction you felt your eyes get glassy, âI love you tooâŚâ His lips met yours more softly, more intimately than they had before. You felt his thumb gently trace over your cheek as you tasted yourself and him on his tongue. That thought drove you crazy and you found yourself pulling him closer to you as your other hand grabbed the back of his head and gently pulled the hair there. He moaned, a beautiful sound and his open mouth allowed you to slip your tongue inside, sucking and licking gently on his.
You pulled apart and noticed how your lips were still connected by the spit dripping from both of your mouths. God sex with him was always so hot. It seemed he still wasnât done with you though as he indicated for you to turn around. You did so and caught sight of your body in the mirror. You gasped at how fucked out you looked. Oscar smirked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. One hand sliding round your plush tummy and the other sliding up to gently hold your neck. He kissed your neck, âLook at you angel⌠my pretty girl, all fucking mine.â You leaned back against him and he smiled, âSo now youâre gonna watch me remind you that youâre mine. Youâre gonna watch how well you take me, how your body was made for mine, how pretty you look when I make you cum." He gently pushed you forward until you were on all fours.
You felt him line himself up with your pussy behind you and you felt like the air was knocked out of you as he thrust in in one smooth motion. He felt so much bigger, thicker, deeper at this angle. The look on his face told you he was feeling how much tighter this angle was too. His hands used your hips as leverage as he languidly thrust in and out of you. You hummed happily as you felt a sharp sting across your asscheek in the shape of his handprint. That reaction spurred Oscar on and your moans got louder as his thrusts got harder, pounding into you, his hips slamming into your ass with a satisfying slap.Â
Your head dropped to the comforter at the way his cock dragged against your walls, setting your nerves alight. He leaned forward over the top of you and grabbed your throat once more, âOh nuh uh angel⌠look,â His eyes met yours through the mirror, âyou donât get to look away⌠just watch how pretty you look while I fuck youâŚâ You couldnât help the way your eyes closed, the feeling too good to deny, Oscar tutted loudly and stopped moving his hips in and out, instead circling them while he was deep inside you. You couldnât make any noise, just let your mouth hang open. You shuddered and whined, desperately humping back onto his cock. âOh fuck me angelâŚâ Oscarâs hand quickly found your clit and you whimpered loudly, âIâm not gonna last much longer!â âMe either angel, itâs okayâŚâ Your eyes shot open as you suddenly felt a familiar sensation between your legs, âOscarâŚâ you warned him, his head dropped to your shoulder as his hips began rolling into yours again, âI know angel, I feel it, itâs okay⌠make a pretty mess for me.â His head looked back up to make eye contact with you once more, âCum for me angel.â He whispered and it was like a trigger had been pulled.
With a loud cry, your whole body shook. White-hot pleasure spilling over, toes curling and walls clenching tightly as you soaked your boyfriendâs cock and his hand, squirting all over the sheets below, âFuckkkk angel yes yes yes just like that!â You felt his thrusts speed up as he pushed himself to another orgasm. His cock throbbed so hard inside you that you felt it and you hummed contentedly, filled up with Oscarâs cum once more. âHoly shit babyâŚâ Oscar planted kisses down your back as he moved to pull out of you. You shuddered at the feeling of his cock pulling out.Oscar flopped onto his back and opened his arms, a silent invitation to cuddle, âI love you.â A soft kiss landed against your forehead, âI love you.â A kiss to his chest, âYouâre so beautiful Y/N, I mean it. My pretty girl.â He squeezed you tighter in his arms and you giggled. âSo,â he sighed contentedly, âhow about that pizza?âÂ
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