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I love that u gave crime wife!reader a butterfly obsession like deep down sheâs secretly super nerdy but her shitty husband doesnât let her indulge in those things anymore.
Personally feel like Ghost would swoon at seeing her get all excited over seeing a certain butterfly or moth, especially ones she rarely gets to see.
I hope u write more of them in the future!!!
not but seriously he would fall to his knees seeing a woman like her, someone kept hidden from the outside world, get this sparkle in her eyes when she sees something she adores.
ghost, much like his name, ceases to exist when your husband is home. at first, you thought maybe him being there at all was just a figment of your imagination; your mind conjuring up some fake entity so you'd feel less lonely in the prison you were supposed to call your home.
as it turns out though, ghost was not a hallucination. in fact, he was a very real man who came around more and more as time went on. he knew your husbands routine, knew when he would leave the house for extended periods of time, and that's when he would make his appearance.
in the beginning, you never spoke, and ghost never pushed you to. you had grown accustomed to the silence between you and your husband, only ever speaking if he was scolding you or flatly informing you that'd he'd be gone for a few days.
ghost simply watched you water your flowers, sitting beside you on the plaid grey and white blanket you always brought out to sit on while you read. he spoke here and there, asking questions about the flowers you grew, what it was you were reading, or what you ate for dinner the previous night. admittedly, you found his awkwardnessâŚreassuring?
it was like talking to others was unfamiliar territory for him as well.
you felt bad that you gave him little to work with. he was coming from a good place after all, keeping you company all through the afternoon and even late into the evenings while your husband was away. the least you could do was meet him in the middle.
but the more you thought about it the more you doubted yourself. you hadnât talked to anyone besides your husband in so long. what if you sounded stupid? what if your topic of conversation was dull to ghost? you had been your husbandâs little secret for so long, shut off from society, that you didnât know much about current events, what was popular, what would be interesting. so you kept yourself shut out, continuing to only meet his questions with simple nods and shakes of your head.
until one warm summer afternoon when you sat on a gardening chair, looking over a gardening magazine that youâd read god only knows how many times.
ghost was situated in front of you, eyeing the magazine as well, not exactly interested but you supposed he was looking for something, anything to say. that was his usual way of driving the conversation and you didnât mind it.
you flipped the page and he noticed a flower that looked awfully similar to a bed of flowers you had planted near the back door, to which he pointed at the page, and looked up at you.
âthis where ya got the idea ta plant those?â he asked, gesturing with a nod of his head towards the pastel pink dahliaâs growing in the flower bed near the house. he looked over at the flowers, admiring the color of the petals and how well you had taken care of them until he noted how silent you had been. when he looked up, your eyes were practically bulging from your head, locked on something behind his shoulder.
however, when he made an attempt to turn around, your hands darted forward, keeping him in place before you placed your index finger over your lips, indicating for him to stay quiet.
ghost was beyond confused. even more so when you stood, shaking in your shoes as you tip toed to a large bush behind him.
âi canât believe itâŚâ a chill shot down his spine at the soft sound of your voice, a light rainfall trickling down during the spring.
he turned in his seat, being quiet like you had asked when his hooded whiskey eyes landed on you, hunched over, gazing at a butterfly that slowly flapped its wings together while it lay stationary on a leaf.
âwhaâ is it?â he whispered back, and instead of answering with words, you beckoned him over. he didnât hesitate to follow your command, a moth to a flame.
leaning forward, he consumed every last word you uttered to him, your voice music to his ears, a song he wanted to put on repeat.
âa purple emperor. iâve never seen one before. they normally keep to the treetops in the woods. this one is probably a male, resting after his lunch.â
ghost felt his heart lurch forward at the sound of the giggle that left you, breathy and quiet, barely there, but there all the same.
âwe should leave him be. i just couldnât believe i got to see one. the purple on his wings was just too pretty to not want to get closer.â
when you turned to look at ghost, it took everything in him to keep himself from saying, âyouâre too pretty.â
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Emperor's Prize (Alpha Shanks x Omega Reader) Part 2
18+ MDNI on Ao3
Seek medical attention for infected bite wounds.
The first chapter
Shanks POV
Hongo tilted his head to the side while contemplating your last statement. His mouth opened and closed before asking âCaptain, may I speak to you outside for a moment?â Shanks nodded, using his thumb to wipe away the tear tracking down the Omegaâs face.
âStay here, OK? Iâll be just outside the door,â Shanks said in your ear quietly, his stubble scraping against your cheek and earning him a shiver from you. Picking you off his lap with ease, Shanks set the Omega down on the unmade bed. You were still steadfastly looking down at your feet and avoiding eye contact with either Hongo or himself. Shanks stood up and followed the doctor, opening and shutting the cabin door gently behind him to avoid startling you.Â
âAre you keeping her?â the doctor asked, letting out the breath heâd been holding.
Shanks hadnât given it much thought in the short time heâd had the Omega on his ship. If Shanks was a better man, he could let her go back on suppressants while living in anonymity on a protected island. Sheâd made it years without being detected and likely could go back to doing the same.Â
Or he could sell her and make a ton of Berri, maybe even equal to his bounty. This idea was dismissed as the thought of turning her over to someone who would traumatize her just as badly - or maybe worse - turned his stomach. Besides, the islands he protected were perfectly happy to supply him with whatever the crew needed. The Red Force was welcomed all over the Grand Line, Shanks had no need for more money.
âYeah, Iâm thinking about it,â Shanks said, rubbing his goatee. The idea to keep the Omega for himself had growing appeal. Your scent had started to perfume the cabin and it was taking everything in Shanks not to rub his nose on your scent glands. You had a subtle scent of lily of the valley and cedar that Shanks found incredibly appealing. With his status, power, and crew he could keep you safe from anyone else who would seek to have you.Â
âWell, youâd better decide quickly. If youâre not keeping her, we need to get her off the ship immediately.â
âHow much time do we have?â Shanks asked, peeking back in on your still form again. If he didnât see you breathing and blinking, he would have thought you a statue.
âOnly four to five days, and thatâs if your presence around her doesnât initiate her heat sooner which it likely will. If youâre not keeping her, we gotta put her in the infirmary, brig, or somewhere where your and Beckmanâs scent is weak.â The mention of Beckman set Shanks on edge, surprising both himself and the doctor. Heâd been friends with Beckman for over twenty years and this was the first time heâd ever felt anything so negative towards the man.
âHow much do you know about Omegas?âÂ
Shanks hummed as he recalled that he had read a few books over the years, but hadnât taken a particular interest in Omegas. He didnât think heâd ever find one and he wouldnât want to spend a single Berri on buying one through the slave trade. Heâd bedded hundreds of Betas and even a few Alphas which had suited him just fine. âI know a little but not all that much truthfully,â he stated while looking at you through the circular window in the cabin door. You hadnât moved an inch, your gaze still trained on the floor, sitting in the exact position Shanks had left you in. He could only imagine what Kid had done to you to train you to such a sick level of obedience.Â
âWeâve got to get to an island and dock for the duration otherwise everyoneâs gonna be miserable, especially Beckman. Youâre not gonna want anyone else around her either.âÂ
âHow do you know sheâs going to be in heat?â Shanks asked, genuinely curious.
Hongo scoffed and rolled his eyes. âDoctor isnât just a title, I went to a real medical school. I learned about all this and we need to get her ready. If this is her first heat like sheâs saying it will be, itâs going to be intense.â
âWhat does that mean exactly? What do we need to do for her?â Shanksâs practical knowledge about heat cycles left something to be desired. Heâd often glossed over those sections in manuscripts under the assumption that it would never apply to his situation.Â
Hongo rubbed the back of his neck in thought. âIf youâre keeping her, thereâs a lot we need to do. First, she must bathe so I can tend to her wounds. After that, youâll have to scent her. If you want the heat to go as smoothly as it can we need to erase any scent left from Kid and replace it with yours. That way sheâs not searching for her old mate, even if they had aâŚ.bad relationship. Weâll need to get her soft, clean, unscented linens and blankets so she can make her nest. She needs to eat up - heats use a lot of the Omegaâs reserves and she doesnât have that much left. We need -â
Shanks cut off Hongo with a wave of his hand. âOne thing at a time. First, letâs bathe her.âÂ
âAfter the bath, weâre gonna need Beckman,â Hongo stated.
âBeckman? Why?â Shanks was an Alpha too and stronger besides. Anything Beckman could do, Shanks could do better unless it took two arms. Belatedly, Shanks realized his feelings were the precursor to jealousy. He threw Hongo a frown before he carried on speaking in a sullen tone, âShe doesnât need him.â.Â
âIâm gonna have to clean and dress her wounds,â Hongo explained.
âSo? What does that have to do with him?â
âHeâs gonna keep you from punching or trying to fight me. Youâre not going to like watching me tend to her or hurt her, no matter if it's for her own good.â Shanks rolled his eyes at the doctorâs words.
âPffff. Itâs not gonna be like that, I can control myself. Itâs not like sheâs my mate,â Shanks scoffed.
âIâm getting Beckman,â Hongo stated, unmoved by Shanksâs self assuredness.
Your POV
You heard the Captain and doctor talking outside of the door but were lost in your own thoughts. Youâd been off your homemade suppressants for a while but you had pointedly avoided thinking about the possibility of going through heat. You had chalked your rising temperature up to your wounds causing you to be feverish. Nuzzling into the cloak, you inhaled Shanksâs scent deep into your lungs. The velvety material and clean smell made you feel peaceful to the point of being a little sleepy. You ached to lay back on the comfortable looking bed and curl up into a ball but he hadnât given you permission to. You wanted to pass and show that you could obey in case this was a test. Kid liked to test the limits of your obedience in creative ways and youâd learned your lessons the hard way. He would leave food out when you were hungry and punish you if you ate it, or leave out blankets when heâd told you to remain naked and enter his cabin randomly. So you sat even though you were bone achingly tired.
You tried to look about your surroundings surreptitiously while you waited. The wooden cabin was mostly tidy but well lived in. Clothes were piled on a lounge chair in the corner, a writing desk had letters, maps, and an inkwell on top, and a small bookshelf held a few tomes. A dark colored chest had more linens poking out of the corner while the bed you were perched upon was large and covered in fuzzy sheets and piled with blankets and pillows. You didnât see any hooks or chains hanging from the walls, maybe the Alpha wasnât going to shackle you to the bed. The room had the aroma of the Alpha and gave off the feeling of coziness, of snuggling under blankets on a cold night. It feltâŚ.homey.
The door opened and Shanks reappeared without the doctor. Watching the Emperor approach, you didnât want to imagine his displeasure at finding you asleep on the bed when he hadnât allowed it. Kidâs power was mind boggling to you and the Emperor had swatted him away like a fly. You would do anything to remain on the Emperorâs good side even if it was to your own detriment. You heard him approaching you and watched his sandaled feet stop in front of you. He didnât stoop down to catch your gaze but you felt his hand land at the top of your hair. You winced, remembering all the times it had been pulled in the past. No pain came as Shanks just patted you and rubbed the strands of your dirty hair between his fingers.
âHongo has to treat your wounds. We need to get you clean first though, yeah? And take these off too,â Shanksâ fingers left your hair as he spoke. He reached down into the cloak and pulled on the chain between the cuffs you were still wearing. Feeling the bed dip next to you, Shanks pulled one of the cuffs closer to his face to inspect the manacle. âWhereâs the lock? Theyâre not welded shut,â Shanks noted.Â
âMagnetic,â you said in your hoarse voice. Shanksâs face soured as he traced the smooth metal of the handcuff with his thumb.
âAh.â Shanks seemed to mull your response over for a few moments before he commanded you to close your eyes. You complied immediately and heard crunching as the metal of your cuff fell off your wrists. You desperately wanted to see how the Emperor had gotten them off but you were waiting for his command. A warm and calloused hand rubbed your bruised wrist where the metal had been previously. âYou can open them again,â Shanks said softly, running his thumb over your pulse. There were no weapons around and the Emperorâs sword was still sheathed within the scabbard. You could only guess the power heâd used to remove them.Â
The door swung open and three men appeared, two carrying a metal tub filled with steaming water and the third with a bucket with toiletries. Shanks stood to put himself between you and the crew members, blocking them from your view. âThanks, guys, just put it over there,â the Emperor requested, gesturing to the largest open area of the cabin. The men followed their Captainâs request carefully but a little water sloshed on the floor. Alarm shot through you at the sight of the water on the floor, and you hoped the Captain didnât blame you or punish you for it. You nearly went to clean it but you hadnât been told to leave the bed and the new men were still in the room.
âIs it time for introductions? Iâm Lime -â one of the men began speaking in your direction.
âAh, not now. Maybe later Lime Juice, sorry. Thanks for bringing the tub,â the Emperor said with genuine praise in his voice.
âNo worries. Nice to meetcha Little Miss,â the man said easily. You didnât reply. The men exited the cabin leaving only you, Shanks, and the piping hot bath.Â
âCome on, then. Letâs get you in there while it's still hot,â the Emperor suggested. You nodded and stood up, shucking the Emperorâs cloak youâd been clutching.
Shanks POV
He shouldnât have been surprised when you complied immediately, leaving his cloak on the bed and revealing your nude body. Youâd been beaten into submission - if he told you to jump overboard heâd hear the splash shortly thereafter. His eyes raked over your form while you limped to the tub, noticing the bruising, the cuts, the marks he hadnât before. Even in your currently broken form, you were breathtaking. Shanksâs fingers twitched with the desire to touch you but he stuffed his hand into his pocket for the time being, getting closer to aid your descent into the water.
âWhy are you limping?â Shanks asked as you gripped the edge of the tub to lift yourself in. You froze in place, looking down at the water. Raising your foot behind you revealed a deep gash in the sole of your foot. Shanks crouched down to get a better look at the wound while capturing your foot in his hand. The doctor hadnât inspected the bottom of your feet so he was sure Hongo hadnât seen this one. The cut was clearly deliberate with how deep and uniform it was. Taking a deep breath to avoid swearing caused the tempting perfume of your cunt to hit Shanksâs nose. His first instinct was to hold you in place and run his tongue all the way up your legs till he reached your tantalizing pussy. Then he wanted to rub his nose up and down your slit until the scent of your pussy was all he could smell. Now wasnât the time, you were shaking and tired and had a long way to go until you could rest.
âAch. I wish youâd said something, are there any other cuts Hongo didnât inspect?â Shanks said in mild admonishment. You licked your lips and nodded slowly. You were shaking, your shoulders hunched in to make yourself smaller. âHey, donât worry, Iâm not mad,â Shanks said quietly, putting your foot back down and standing up, regrettably moving away from the scent of your groin. He cupped your face and rubbed his thumb over your cheek repeatably in an attempt to soothe you. âIâm not mad, I just need to know where you need medical attention. I canât help you if I donât have all the information, right?â You nodded, your hair obscuring your face from his view. âWhereâs the other cut?â Shanks inquired while moving his hand to the small of your back.
You took in a deep breath and put your good foot on the tub, opening your legs to his eyes. At the very inner crease of your leg, where your thigh met your groin, was another infected bite mark. Shanks squared his shoulders and kept his face neutral. His first instinct had been to snarl at the offending sight but managed to restrain his response at the sight of you. Shanks saw your vacant gaze, shaking hands, and clammy skin and knew it would only make things worse.
ââS all right. We can let Hongo know later,â Shanks slipped on the mask of his affable nature as he spoke to smooth over the moment. âIn ya go, Love,â Shanks said while picking you up by the waist and depositing you into the tub without warning. Shanks needed you in the water so your smell would dissipate before he lost control of himself. You hissed when your skin hit the water but otherwise made no movements. âHere you go,â Shanks said, handing you soap and a towel before dragging a stool over to sit near the tub. âYou do your front, Iâll get your back.âÂ
You began lathering the washcloth with soap and warm water before you began rubbing down your arms and torso. Shanks maintained a steady one sided conversation while he started pouring water down your back. He was trying to acclimate you to the sound of his voice in an attempt to bring you comfort in what surely was an uncomfortable time. While lathering his own washcloth Shanks saw the formerly clear bathwater turning rust red with every swipe of your hands. As he began sudsing your back his eyes picked up faded scars heâd missed when looking over your more recent wounds.Â
âIâm gonna wash your back now, ok? Itâs hard to wash your own back and even harder when you only have one hand. There are more tasks than youâd think that require two hands, even beyond fighting or washing. Can you imagine how difficult buttons are to do with one hand? Or even tying boots? I have Beckman help me, thatâs Benn Beckman, my first mate. Youâll meet him later, youâll like him for sure. He looks gruff but make no mistake heâs a total sweetheart. He says that I milk it, and I do of course, but whatâs the point of being a Captain if my first mate wonât hand feed me eggs every morning?âÂ
Shanks was acting casually but he noticed a miniscule shift in your mouth as he joked about Benn feeding him breakfast. You were close to smiling and Shankâs heart swelled with pride. He knew there was some glimmer of you buried deep within and he was going to bring you back to the surface. He finished washing your back and youâd washed your arms, torso, and legs but made no move to wash your hair.
âDo you want me to wash your hair, Love? I can if youâd like,â Shanks was trying to offer you as many simple choices as possible to show you that he wasnât going to control every aspect of your life. You shook your head in response to his query. âAlright, go ahead then, almost done here,â Shanks said gently but to his surprise, you shook your head again. âNo? I donât mean to be rude sweetheart but your hairâs dirty, it needs to be washed.âÂ
âCut it all off,â you rasped. Shanks tilted his head to the side, your request startling. Even male Omegas preferred long hair, it was simply a characteristic commonly associated with the dynamic. One of the most severe non-corporeal punishments an Omega could face was having a forced haircut. For an Omega to request a drastic haircut was unheard of. Your hair was long, indicating youâd been growing it long before Kid had gotten his hands on you even through your time being suppressed.
âCan I ask why?â Shanks questioned, picking up the soggy ends from the water.Â
âCanât be pulled,â you answered. You parted your hair in the back, showing a bald spot where your hair had been yanked out from the root. Shanks moved his stool so he was no longer sitting behind you but beside you.
âLook at me,â Shanks requested and you partially complied as you turned your head towards him. You looked at his chest but not at his face. â Look at me,â Shanks repeated, this time with a Command. Not physically able to disobey an Alpha of his power, your widened eyes snapped to him. It was the first time heâd Commanded you to do anything, but this was important.
âIâm not going to hurt you. Not now. Not ever. You may not always like what I do, but I will never harm you. Do you understand?â Shanks said softly while stroking your cheek with his thumb. Heâd done that a lot, he mused. Something about you called him to take care of you, to provide for you physically and emotionally. You nodded. âIâm gonna have to hear you say it,â Shanks said, almost sorry for forcing you to talk.
âI understand,â you stated in your ruined voice. Unsure if his Command was completed you continued looking at him. Shanks smiled at you and kissed the top of your head.
âIâll tell you what, weâll make a deal. Iâll wash and brush your hair for you tonight. If you still want to cut it off tomorrow morning, we will. We can have matching haircuts if you want,â Shanks said, flipping back his own hair for emphasis. A ghost of a smile turned up the corners of your lips as you nodded your consent to his deal.
Your POV
Your arms looped around your knees in the cooling water as Shanks washed your hair tenderly. You had been sincere in your wish to cut it - you never wanted to be dragged by your hair ever again. Shanksâs offer startled you since Omegas were often physically groomed to whatever standard the Alpha wanted regardless of how they felt about it. The bath had given you a lot of stress since you werenât sure what to expect. Anything new, any deviation from the standard made you nervous since you couldnât predict the outcome. It had been an all right experience but not as relaxing as the Emperor had anticipated.Â
Shanks only had one hand but it didnât slow him down when bathing you. He rattled on about whatever he was thinking about while you listened as he worked the soap onto your scalp and rinsed it. He was pulling the brush easily through your hair while telling you about a strange boy heâd met years before when there was a knock at the door.Â
âWait,â Shanks ordered in a tone more stern than heâd used when speaking to you. âUp, dear,â Shanks motioned with the hairbrush. The water dripping off you in rivulets left you exposed to the cold air making your skin erupt into goosebumps. Shanks quickly dried you off with a fluffy towel before he wrapped it around your body. After you were dried to Shanksâs satisfaction, he swapped the towel for a large purple robe, picked you up, and sat you on the chair by the desk.
âCome in,â Shanks said, sitting on the edge of the desk next to you. He took your wrinkly hand and held it in his own as you resumed staring at the floor. Three pairs of boots walked past and you heard them hefting the tub back out of the room.
âBlech, whatâd she do? Bathe in mud?â one man said.
âShut the fuck up,â Hongo replied calmly while coming to stand in front of you. He had his medicine kit again and you knew this part would be even less fun than the bath. Two pairs of boots stopped in front of you but you only recognized Hongoâs. The other male was also an alpha though not as strongly scented as Shanks.
âThereâs a few more Hong,â Shanks said casually, stroking the top of your hand. âSheâs got a cut on the sole of her foot and one on her inner thigh. Both need attention.â
âAlright, not an issue. Letâs get started,â Hongo said while setting his bag on the desk. âOver to the other side of the cabin,â Hongo ordered Shanks, who bristled immediately.Â
âNah, Iâm gonna stay here,â Shanks said, keeping your hand in his own.
âNo, youâre not. Go over there with Beckman. I donât want to have to treat my own wounds in addition to hers when I stitch her up.â You cringed, waiting for the Captain to slap his subordinate but it never came. Instead, you heard a deep voice ushering the Emperor away from you.
âCâmon, Cap. âS for the best. Weâll be a few feet away and sheâs a big girl, she can be apart from you for a minute or two.â You were guessing this was Benn Beckman, the first mate Shanks had told you about. Shanks whined in response but let go of your hand nonetheless.
ââM right here if you need me, Sweets,â Shanks reassured you as he receded. You didnât protest but a part of you did wish Shanks was nearby. You didnât feel all that comfortable around him but he was the person you were most familiar with. Hongo had been taking tools and liquids out of his bag in preparation for the procedures. After putting on a pair of glasses, Hongo snapped on a pair of rubber gloves.
âItâs not gonna feel great, but Iâll try to make it as painless as possible, OK? Letâs start with your neck, I think thatâs the most severe. Did you wash it in the bath?â He asked, using the stool Shanks had previously occupied. You nodded in confirmation that you had followed the doctorâs orders.
âLetâs take a look, yeah?â You tilted your head to allow the doctor access to your neck. Even though you knew he was going to touch you, you still flinched when he made contact with your skin. âIâm gonna clean it and drain the pus. After Iâm gonna have to stitch it,â the doctor informed you. You heard the sound of liquid moving and felt alcohol being applied to your neck. Not wanting to interrupt Hongoâs work, you stayed as still as you could even as the alcohol burned on contact with your wound.Â
âSee? Not even a single reaction outta me,â you heard Shanks say in the background and Beckman grunted in response to his captain.
After wiping down the area, you heard the clanging of metal as Hongo picked up a scalpel. You closed your eyes and waited for the sharp pain as the knife met your skin. Based on other wounds youâd received, you knew the doctor was trying to be gentle but you still hissed as he cut into you and pressed on the wound.
âNo, sit down. Sheâs fine -â
âI AM sitting down, but I just wanna go -âÂ
âNo, stay put.â You heard Shanks and Beckman arguing on the other side of the room. Hongo was right to bring the first mate, it sounded like Shanks was having a hard time watching the doctor tend to your wounds. You wondered if it was from possessiveness, like Kid, or because he didnât like watching you being hurt. You didnât think about it for long as a sharp pain crowded out your train of thought when the doctor began pressing on your wound to drain the pus.
âNot much more, almost there. Itâs a deep wound, otherwise I wouldnât have to stitch it.â You whimpered as the doctor pushed even harder for a moment, then covered the area with gauze. You heard scuffling again.
âLet go of me Benn, I need to - I said stop shoving me!â Shanksâ voice rose with more anger in his voice. His scent was starting to bloom, filling the air with the smell of oranges and cloves in an unconscious effort to soothe you.
âOne more time and youâre out of the cabin until heâs done. Stop talking and distracting everyone. You know itâs for her own good so Let Hongo work,â Benn huffed. You couldnât concentrate on Shanks anymore because the doctor started to stitch. You closed your lips into a thin line and screwed your eyes shut in a futile effort to block out the pain.
âAh, relax, relax. If you tense your muscles it hurts more,â the doctor chided you gently as the needle pricked your skin over and over. You relaxed your face as much as you could. Youâd had stitches before and you were no stranger to pain but the bite was in such a delicate and sensitive area you couldnât help as a few tears escaped your eye. Finally, you heard the words you were waiting for.
âAll done, just snipping the end of the thread. One more moment and we can move on.â Scissors were brought close to your face and snipped the end of the medical thread. âLook straight ahead for me?â Hongo instructed you, facing you head on. You looked forward, your neck aching with the effort. âAnd turn to the other side?â You turned and saw Shanks smiling and waving at you despite being held against the wall by Benn. You dropped your eyes after a moment too long.
âSo whatâs next? Shanks said you had a foot injury? Those are a real drag,â Hongo said, trying to make light conversation. You nodded and crossed your leg over your knee to show the doctor the sole of your foot. Hongo reached out to pick up your foot by the ankle and peered closely at the wound with his glasses.
âKnife?â he asked abruptly. You nodded. âAccident?â You shook your head.Â
âPunishment. Ran away,â you said quietly. Hongo hummed and tilted your foot. You used the extra fabric of the extravagant robe to cover yourself more as Hongo lifted your leg and placed your foot on his lap. Shanks growled lightly but otherwise made no noise.
âLuckily itâs pretty shallow. Probably hurts to walk but it should heal quickly. I donât need to suture it but I am going to wrap it,â Hongo explained. He cleaned the wound and used long nosed tweezers to get a few pieces of debris out. The digging was uncomfortable and made you try to jerk your foot back unintentionally but Hongoâs grip was tight. He finished quickly and wrapped the wound in gauze and bandages.
âNext is the leg, right? Letâs see,â Hongo offered. Your mouth twisted as you thought of having to show the wound. You pointed to the bed and hoped the doctor didnât think you were arrogant.
âSure, go ahead and lay down if it's easier for you,â Hongo offered. He picked you up and you heard the Emperorâs rumble returning, making you ball your hands into fists.
âOi, youâre scaring her Redhair,â Benn said as you were placed on the bed. The rumble stopped for a moment but quickly resumed as soon as you opened your legs to show Hongo the wound. You were covering what you could with the robe but Shanks only got louder as Hongo came closer to you. As his head dipped low to look at it with his glasses, Shanksâs loud roar made you cower.Â
âThatâs it, weâre leaving,â Ben said, manhandling the Emperor out of the cabin. âIâm keeping this one outside. Let us know when youâre done. Câmon you,â Beckman said, still grappling with a struggling Shanks. You knew that if the Emperor really wanted to stay, no one on board could keep him out. You guessed that the Emperor was trying to allow Hongo to take care of you but the Alpha within him didnât like the other male so close to you. You closed your eyes and willed this experience to be over as soon as possible. Hongo was touching your upper leg in a professional manner but the feeling of someone near your core had you near tears. This wound wasnât as bad as the one on your neck since you had secretly washed it a few times.Â
âAll done. Good job, Omega. You did better than some of the men on board,â Hongo said before removing the gloves and putting his glasses back in their case. âYou stay there, Iâll get Shanks.â No sooner had the doctor finished speaking than the door opened and the Emperor strode in, carrying a basket in his hand. You sat up and gulped, unsure how angry he would be.Â
âOut,â he said to Hongo before he shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. âSorry Hong. What I meant was, thank you. And you were right about Beckman, owe ya one.â
âOwe me a bottle of booze is whatcha owe me,â Hongo said, smiling easily. âHave her eat and go to sleep. Poor thingâs exhausted.âÂ
âAlready on it,â Shanks murmured. He placed the basket on the bed as the doctor left, taking his equipment with him. âDidnât know what you liked, so I took a bit of everything. The crew already ate dinner and those assholes left no leftovers. Well, we didnât really know you were coming, but Luckyâll make you whatever you want tomorrow. For now, hereâs a little snack.â Shanks reached into the basket and pulled out some cheese, dried meat, grapes, crackers, and some nuts. âI stole a bunch of this from Beckmanâs cabin, heâs got good taste.â You hesitatingly reached over to the slices of cheese, taking one in your hand. Biting into it, you nearly moaned. You hadnât had fresh food in forever, subsisting on whatever Kid remembered to bring into his cabin.Â
You ate a few more slices in silence, Shanks leaning back on the bed and eating some of the mixed nuts heâd taken. âYou want one?â he asked, holding a grape in his hand. You nodded and held out your hand to take one from the bowl. âAh ah. Open,â he demanded, putting the grape right in front of your lips. You obediently opened your mouth and Shanks popped the fruit in. You didnât know why but you felt yourself starting to blush faintly. You were wearing the Emperorâs robe, on his bed, after he bathed you, and yet feeding you a grape made you feel embarrassed? You yawned after you swallowed, your eyelids feeling heavy. You wanted to rest but were still unsure if you needed permission.
âAw, youâre tired? âS alright, we can eat more tomorrow. Drink a cup of water and weâll be off to bed,â Shanks said, pouring water into a cup from a bottle on the nightstand. Handing you the cup, your fingers brushed against his. You drank greedily, draining the cup in seconds. âMore?â Shanks asked but you shook your head. He quickly put the food back in the basket and set it on the floor.
âLay down. You look so sleepy little Omega. Come on, right here next to me on the bed, itâs nice and warm, Iâll hold you,â Shanks cooed at you. Your lip wobbled at the suggestion but you held firm and didnât cry. Youâd spent many nights on the cold floor of Kidâs cabin, your chains pulling at your weakened limbs. Crawling over to the head of the bed, you laid down on your side on one of the fluffy, feather filled pillows. The Emperor covered your body with his heavy blanket and you burrowed down into its warmth while inhaling the rich scent of the Alpha. Youâd missed being warm and comfortable at night more than any other luxury, even more than eating regularly. Shanks laid down behind you and pulled you close to his body, draping his arm loosely across your torso.Â
âGood night, little Omega,â he said, kissing the top of your head.
âGood night, Emperor,â you croaked, already half asleep. One thought tickled the corner of your mind before you could succumb to sleep completely. âThe other ship?â Youâd felt the Emperorâs boat rock earlier but you were too focused on your circumstances to notice anything else.
âHm? Kidâs ship? Dorry and Broggy cut it in half,â Shanks mumbled while running his hand up and down your ribs. You hummed happily and let sleep overtake you.
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Dreamling idea:
Randomly had a thought about the Endless being a family that is essentially dying out. However the parents are determined to have heirs even if it means selling their children into unwanted marriages or possibly short term âengagementsâ. Of course this becomes complicated with each of the children having various aspects that make them unsuitable (or in a few cases they vanish in the night to escape). Ultimately their hopes all rest on Dream.
He, though, is NOT having it. Heâd recently met an older man - he has money but not the âright kindâ aka ill gotten wealth. He isnât from their class and, worst of all, he doesnât seem interested in children. Obviously not a match, as far as the Endless parents are concerned.
However there IS a prospect in a nearby town.
Dream tries to run but unfortunately precautions were taken and he is locked away to await his fate.
Meanwhile, Hob waits for him at the tavern where they promised to meet.
And waitsâŚ
I had a particular scene in my head of Dream fighting with his mother over her demands only to be silenced by her slapping his face.
oh yeah. dream and his illicit older criminal fiance. his parents won't be pleased. that's what you get when you treat your kids like possessions though. rebellion...
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Hob is waiting for him. Hob, beloved Hob, who like a fairy tale prince, or perhaps a fairy tale bandit, has promised to take Dream away from all this, steal him from his locked carriage and whisk him away into the night. Hob is waiting for him.
And Dream is faced with a locked door.
He yanks again on his bedroom door. It's locked from the outside. How had they known? He'd given no indication he intended to go out tonight. Or that he'd been going out at all. Death had even been covering for him, lying to their parents about Dream's whereabouts and acquaintances. And yet.
He yanks on the door for a fourth time, increasingly frustrated, and this time it swings open--but not of his doing. His mother stands on the other side, holding the key.
"No more of that," she says. Dream takes a step back as she steps into the room. "Sit down, Dream."
Dream has never been a particularly rebellious child. But even those who truly want to follow the rules can be pushed to their limits when the rules become too unfair. "No," he says, and it's only thinking of Hob that keeps his voice strong. "I am leaving, Mother."
She stares at him incredulously. "Leaving? To run off with that-- that man?" She sounds like she wants to use a far ruder word, but good breeding holds her tongue. "No. I think not. What, precisely, do you think that man wants with you, Dream? A proper spouse? You think he won't simply use and discard you?"
"It's my well-being you care about?" Dream says, disbelieving. "If you cared so much for that, or for Hob's age or the quality of his wealth you would not be bringing me suitors like Roderick Burgess."
"At least Burgess comes from a good family. Gadling is a common criminal."
"Don't speak of him that way!" Dream says, raising his voice against his mother for the first time he can remember. "Hob has been better to me than all of you."
His mother steps forward and slaps him across the face. Dream reels back, clutching his cheek, as she says. "You won't say such things against this family. You will stay here until we find someone suitable to take you."
With that she leaves again, locking the door behind her.
Dream sits down hard on the edge of his bed, still holding his face. For all that his parents have often been domineering, neither of them has ever struck him before. Such are the consequences of speaking his mind. Of pursuing what he wants.
He sits there for a long time, despondent. He wants to see Hob. But Hob will think Dream changed his mind, when Dream doesn't show up. Will think Dream abandoned him.
Dream wraps his arms around his knees, rocking himself back and forth. His mother is wrong about Hob. Hob is good to him. He treats Dream kindly, and listens to Dream talk about his interests when none of his family ever seem to care, and he is so handsome, has taught Dream the pleasure of being looked at as though he is something to truly desire--not as a prize or possession, like the suitors his mother picks out so often look at him, but as a sexual being deserving to want and be wanted. And he brings Dream to such heights of pleasure in his bed, when they meet.
He is still wallowing in his misfortune, feeling very pathetic indeed, when a crack comes at his window, and then the exterior lock breaks.
Dream startles, backing away, as the window swings open with a creak. Hob is there, leaning over the sill, out of breath from, apparently, climbing up the wall. "Hey, darling," he says.
A common criminal, Dream thinks, lips tugging up in a fond smile.
"You didn't come to our meeting point," Hob continues, hefting himself up and over the windowsill.
"So you came to me?" Dream asks.
"Couldn't let you get away that easy." He steps in close, taking Dream's face between his hands. Dream leans into him, clutching at Hob's shirt, as Hob's gaze searches his. He smiles, craftily, at what he sees there. "Still want to be stolen away?"
"Please."
Hob takes his hand. Kisses his knuckles. Dream doesn't look back at his room as Hob helps him over the windowsill, keeps him steady as they climb down the wall and land in the garden, where Hob catches him in the cradle of his arms.
"Not a very auspicious start for a marriage," Hob says, grinning. "Didn't even get it blessed by a priest or anything."
Dream surges up to kiss him, almost knocking Hob off-balance, and Hob laughs, kissing him back, arms tight around his waist. Then he takes Dream's hand again.
"Come on, my sweet, I promised you adventure." And hands gripped tight, he leads Dream off into the night.
#should i write smut for them too. i feel like this dream is an absolute freak in the sheets tbh XD#dreamling#my writing#ask#dragonnan
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Promposals [Touya Todoroki x Reader]
ËââŽđŞŠAs long as I look fly by prom night!đŞŠâŽâË
"Promise to get a little better as I get older. And you're so patient and sick of waitin" Prom - Sza
High school Senior Prom AU of my fav villain ââ (â â°â âżâ â°â )â ââ
HS! Semi-Normal! Dabi x F. Reader
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"Soo..." my best friend, Mina, started with a coy smirk, "anyone ask you to prom yet?" She nudges my arm, obviously hinting at my boyfriend.
I shake my head, adjusting the books in my arms. "Nah, I probably won't go anyway. Seems like a waste of time, not to mention money."
"It's our senior year! You're acting like your parents aren't loaded," she scoffs, clearly unimpressed by my excuse. "And really? I thought for sure Dabi would've asked you by now. You guys have been dating for, what, five months?"
"Yeah, I thought he would too, but it's whatever. He's just not really into stuff like prom." I shrug, knowing my boyfriend is the definition of lowkey. Honestly, Iâm sure he thinks going to prom would mess with his carefully crafted 'mysterious bad boy' nonchalant vibe.
Her eyes widen happily as an idea forms. "I'm sure Kiri wouldn't mind if you tagged along with us!"
I give her a look. Her boyfriend, Kiri, is very outwardly lovey-dovey, and there's no way he'd be okay with sharing Mina on prom night. She catches the look in my eyes and immediately reads my mind.
"Yeah, you're right. Bad idea," she admits, rolling her eyes.
"Very," I agree. "You two have fun, though. I gotta head home and study for that econ quiz."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you'll have just as much fun with that," she jokes, giving my arm a playful pat before waving goodbye.
I wave back and head out of the school, walking toward my house, which is a short distance away in the suburbs. Normally, I'd ride home with Dabi in his sexy black Mustang, but he skipped today, which, knowing him, isn't too uncommon.
I unlock my empty houseâmy parents are in France on business, so Iâve been left to die. Well, technically they left me to "fend for myself," but it's basically the same thing. I kick off my shoes and head upstairs to my room, changing into some comfy lounge clothes before flopping onto my bed. I open my laptop and pull up my economics notes, trying to get through the material, but after a while, I realize I have no idea what the hell an "invisible hand" is.
I lean back against the pillows and let my eyes close. Studying is overrated anyway.
I woke up to the blaring sound of my phone alarm to take my vitamins that I had already taken earlier, but the alarm still ran incase I forgot. I groggily rolled over and squinted at the screen, still half-dazed from my nap. The time read 6:15 PM. Great. Iâd fallen asleep for way too long. I rubbed my eyes, stretching as I sat up. My laptop was still open with economics notes, but the words blurred together like they were written in a foreign language. Ugh.
I pushed it aside and glanced at the clock again. Dabi would usually text me around this time, or he'd show up randomly at my door, leaning against the frame with that smirk of his. But today... nothing.
Sighing, I grabbed my phone, half-expecting another generic message from my mom or dad asking if I'm alive. But instead, there was a text from Mina.
Mina:Â "You sure you're not going to prom? Think about it! You'd look so hot in a dress, and I'm sure Dabi would change his mind n suck it up if you rly wanted to go. If he doesn't, still come and I'll make sure Kiri brings his best friend, so youâre not stuck third wheeling!"
I snorted at the part about Kiri's best friend. Mina's boyfriend has two best friends, Bakugo, who is painfully hostile, and Kaminari, who is super enthusiastic but also a little too much of a pervert, I'm not interested in either of those personalities. Either way, I have a boyfriend that I'm pretty exclusies with, and don't feel like pissing him off.
But the thought of prom? Of dressing up, of being surrounded by everyone elseâfeeling normal, like everyone else for a nightâwas kind of tempting. Even though I pretended not to care, I always wondered what itâd be like to go, to have that experience.
I stared at my phone for a moment, texting back:
Me:Â "I donât know. It feels like too much of a hassle. You really think Dabi would go if I asked?"
There was a long pause before she replied.
Mina: "If u ask him? fat chance... But if you rly wanna go, I'll help u ask him!"
I could already hear her upbeat, enthusiastic tone in my head. It was like she was daring me to do it, challenging me to take that step.
I locked my phone, rolling my eyes as I flopped back onto my bed, already overthinking everything. As much as I hated to admit it, part of me kind of wanted to ask Dabi. Maybe heâd surprise me. But then again, maybe he'd just shrug it off and tell me he wasnât into it, and Iâd be left feeling stupid for even thinking it was a possibility.
Maybe Iâd just let it go.
But a part of me couldn't stop wondering: what would it feel like to go with someone who actually cared enough to make the night special?
Just as I was starting to drift off again, my phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Dabi â¤ď¸: "You still up?"
I smiled to myself, feeling a little lighter. At least he hadnât forgotten about me today.
Me: "Yeah, whatâs up? :)" Dabi â¤ď¸: "Look outside."Â
I raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking as I looked at my phone. Then, without thinking too much, I got up from my bed and walked over to my window. My heart nearly dropped when I first saw the fireâuntil my eyes caught the message the flames had formed.
"PROM?"
A laugh bubbled up from my chest, and I couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. Running downstairs, I grabbed some slippers and hurried outside.
"Yes! But you really need to put this out!" I called out, smiling wide as I watched him casually stand next to the fire, hands in his pockets, looking like he hadnât just used his quirk to set the entire front yard ablaze.
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#dabi#mha x reader#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#dabi x reader#dabi x you#mina ashido#kirishima eijirou#touya todoroki#touya x reader#touya todoroki x reader#mha#high school au
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Well, you don't know me, but I know you...
#I had this idea before bed and thought it would be interesting#spooky month#spooky month oc#oc: Mori#spooky month fanart#Sm Lila#spooky month Lila#Lila spooky month#spooky month skidad#Skidad Spooky Month#SM Skidad#jbwashere
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18+. mdni. smut. kinda perv!eddie x fem!reader. he is a lil freaky in this i'll admit.
a/n: i just love the idea of the citrus six all living together lol idk i think itâs so nice also i have never watched cheers i just googled 1991 american tv shows and picked one at random LMAO ++ for the movie, i thought itâd be a nice lil easter egg for them to watch something with winona in:,)
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eddie doesnât know who you are or why youâre coming to visit or why exactly it was him that was being made to vacate his room for the two weeks that you were here.Â
âcâmon eddie,â robin pleads, nay, demands, âyou sleep on the couch most nights anyway, whatâs the difference?âÂ
âuh, maybe because itâs my room? i donât want some random girl in there touching my stuff,â almost flabbergasted that sheâs even asking.Â
âsheâs not a random girl,â robin frowns, âsheâs my friend and she needs somewhere to stay.âÂ
âtell her thereâs a great hotel in town,â rolling his eyes, trying to leave the conversation before she breaks out the puppy dog eyes. "i'll even give her a ride if you ask nicely," no longer interested in entertaining this conversation.
âiâll give you fifty bucks,â robin deadpans, using her last resort.
this was bribery of the highest order but eddie's not stupid. fifty bucks is fifty bucks.
ânow?âÂ
she sighs, sliding her wallet from her pocket to reluctantly hand over the bill. she stops just before it touches his palm, âpromise youâll clean your room.âÂ
eddie goes to grab the paper but robinâs faster, jolting her hand into the air, âand change your sheets.âÂ
âokay,â he huffs, holding his palm outstretched.Â
she graciously places the note down, smiling wickedly as she does so before skipping off back to her own room.Â
he can only roll his eyes, turning around to the shit hole that was his room, wondering if fifty dollars was worth having to tackle it.Â
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eddieâs sat on the couch when you arrive, barely looking back as robin begins to fuss, talking loudly about your journey. he doesnât really care enough to involve himself, besides, elvis presley had just given sam a very important message.Â
âeddie,â robin hisses, standing in front of the screen, âdonât be rude, say hello,â her hands firmly on her hips like she was his mother or something.Â
he looks up at the looming figure by the couch, hoping his eyes hadnât given his immediate shock away too much.Â
you flash him a sheepish smile back, waggling your fingers in a short wave.Â
two weeks on the couch didnât seem so bad now.Â
not if you were sleeping in his bed.Â
itâs just a shame that he wouldnât be in there sharing it.Â
âhey,â he stands, hoping to indiscreetly catch his breath, âiâm- uh, iâm eddie,â offering his hand out, though he regrets it as soon as itâs done.Â
who shakes hands now? christ. he needed to get a grip, and badly.Â
âhey,â you reply, your name dripping from your tongue. though you do shake his hand, not bothering to hide your confusion in the process.Â
âeddie very kindly said you could have his room,â a bright, big sarcastic smile on her lips.Â
âyeah.. no biggie..â christ, heâs almost panting. âdo whatever you want in there.. or you know, just- just make yourself at home.âÂ
his desperate pleas for the earth to split open and swallow him whole go unanswered. instead, robin shoots him a concerned glare before ushering you away from his weird, longing gaze.Â
'pull it together loser' she mouths before disappearing, leaving him to reflect upon how utterly hard he had just fumbled that entire situation.Â
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when everyoneâs home from work and youâve exchanged niceties and greetings with the rest of the house, robin brightly suggests a movie.Â
eddie usually hated movie nights in the house.Â
jonathan would want to watch some indie cult classic that no one else had ever heard of, steve wanted to watch some dumb comedy that only heâd find funny and then nancy and robin typically opted for the romance genre.Â
leaving eddie and argyle with absolutely no choice but to sit in silence as they bickered.Â
tonight itâs different, you get to pick.Â
and now heâs not saying that whatever you choose will forever change the way he views you but.. well, thatâs actually exactly it.Â
you land on edward scissorhands.Â
not the worst choice you couldâve made, and hey, his mom used to call him edward when he was in real bad trouble.Â
in the end, it doesnât really matter what you had picked because eddie canât muster up enough energy to actually care about the film. not while your thighs are peeking out from underneath your oversized shirt. he canât help but wonder what theyâd feel like wrapped around his ears. what previous sounds would fall out of your mouth in response.
at some point during the movie, you stand up and walk out of the room to the kitchen but that doesnât stop him. staring through the open door, marvelling at the way the hem of your shirt lifts, exposing the tiny shorts you had on underneath.Â
heâs practically hanging over the back of the couch to get a look, craning his neck at a ninety degree angle just to get a glimpse of your soft, pillowy skin. pinching himself as he tries to resist the urge to just sink his teeth into your inner thigh.
robin jabs her elbow into his ribcage, drawing his eyes back to the room with a grunt and a harsh glare thrown her way.Â
âyouâve been staring at her all night,â she whispers angrily into his ear, âstop it, or next time itâs your balls,â a harsh warning he didnât find entirely necessary.Â
you sidle back into the room, drink in hand and eddie canât help but let his eyes wander over again, short glances that robin hopefully wouldnât pick up on.Â
he canât help it, some magnetic force swaying his gaze in your direction. he wishes so badly that he could just crawl out of his head and tell you how much he wanted you.Â
unfortunately for eddie, heâd instead spend the night dreaming of your ass and all the ways he could have you if heâd only grow a backbone.Â
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living alongside you is an entirely new feat eddieâs not sure heâll survive.Â
itâs torturous.Â
testing the limits of how ridiculously horny one man can get without self-imploding.Â
so close and yet so far. each night youâd tuck yourself into his bed, doing god knows what in between his sheets all without eddie getting a look in.
of course heâd made up a hundred different scenarios to fall asleep to each night.Â
his favourite being the one where he walks into his bedroom to find you mouth open, legs apart, too encapsulated in your pleasure to notice him. only until you do, inviting him closer, between those supple thighs of yours, a forbidden nirvana heâll never get to know.Â
though more often than not heâs cruelly forced back into reality by robin ripping the curtains open at the ass crack of dawn, blaring sunlight on his face as you slip away from the grapples of his dream land.Â
now is his opportunity, the house quiet, bar the muffled giggles of you and robin upstairs. heâs safe for now, he thinks, rather foolishly. itâs late, the rest of them asleep or too busy in their own rooms to catch him in the act.Â
eddieâs never done anything like this before. itâs disgusting, perverted to the core.Â
good grief, this is prosecutable behaviour.Â
tiptoeing down the hall to his room, the door open just a crack, enticing him in further. he can still hear you on the floor above, giving him enough confidence to push it open a little more, edging inside with a quick glance back down the hall, just in case.Â
gratefully it seemed that you were just as messy as he was, your clothes strewn across the floor. his eyes immediately turning to the peeking of lace from under the pile. glancing one last time at the cracked door, ensuring that absolutely nobody would see him.Â
reaching down to gather the fabric in one quick swoop, bunching them in his palm as he lets out a quick sigh of relief.Â
oh fuck. they were so soft, fingers spreading to really get a feel. he wasn't even going to take them, he'd just wanted a little look, something to help his overactive imagination get all the important details right.
âwhat are you doing?â startling him in this precarious position, the lace of your underwear entangled around his fingertips.Â
eddie freezes, he can feel the heat rising through his chest, all the way up to the tips of his ears. scarlet red.Â
âuh.. i..i-i donât know..â he hasnât done anything like this before, he swears.Â
your mouth is open in a sort of half-smirk, half-perplexed gawp, closing the door before he could bolt.Â
you move around the mess, creeping closer until he can feel you brushing against his side, peering over into his hand.Â
âoh wow..â you remark, breath hot and sweet against his cheek, âwhat were you gonna do with those?âÂ
eddie feels sick, trying not to projectile vomit across his room. thereâs no way you wouldnât tell robin. fuck. he could hear you now, voice full of disgust, robin laughing at how pathetic he was.Â
ân-nothing i swear..â stumbling through his sentence, âi was just..â excuses fail to come to mind, âi was uhm.. looking for something,â the absolute best his flustered mind to muster up.Â
âoh really?â reaching around to untangle them from his hand, âyou sure about that?âÂ
thereâs no anger to your voice, but he doesnât dare turn around to look at your face. afraid of what heâll find. your eyes pitying, sad that he has to root around your dirty laundry to get off.Â
âiâm- iâm sure,â though the crack in his voice gives him away.Â
you hum, coming around to stand in front of his gormless face, âso you donât wanna keep these?â holding the evidence up to his face, the hem just barely grazing his cheek.Â
eddieâs knees almost buckle, his breath shuddering as any semblance of composure he had left, floats right out the window.Â
âhere,â reaching forward to tuck the baby blue fabric into the waistband of his sweatpants, your eyes never once leaving his as you do so. âyou keep those.. but next time just ask, okay?âÂ
he nods like an obedient dog, lapping up the scraps you were throwing him. he could stand here all night long, keeping up the weird little power game youâd started.Â
âgoodnight eddie,â you smile, giving him a gentle nudge, a sign for him to get the fuck out.Â
you were the master, he was just the lap dog, eager to please.Â
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at breakfast the next morning, he struggles to even keep his eyes open. having spent an embarrassingly long amount of time on the couch last night shamelessly sniffing the lace youâd gifted him.Â
you donât even acknowledge it, or him for that matter. happily chatting along with nancy about some news article.Â
âoh and eddie,â robin begins, flashing him a stern look, âi donât appreciate finding your fucking panties in between the couch cushions,âÂ
he chokes on his mouthful, his knife clattering against the table in shock. a multitude of eyes turn to stare at the spectacle he was making.Â
âtheyâre- theyâre not mine,â clearing his throat as he clears his name, though he doesnât dare look in your direction, terrified that heâd absolutely lose his mind if he did.Â
âwell whoeverâs they are, i donât care, stop leaving them on the couch.. iâm sure our guest doesnât want to sit amongst dirty underwear,â she bites, calming down now she had gotten her point across.Â
if only she knew.Â
eddie mustâve fallen asleep with them still attached to his hand, thanking his lucky stars that no one had walked in on him with them pressed to his nose. Â
he keeps his head low, focusing on the plate in front of him. nothing had ever been as mortifying as this. not even the time he had slipped off the dinner table in the middle of the cafeteria.Â
cutlery scrapes and clinks against the china, uncomfortable silence until argyle clears his throat, âgnarly meal robin, thanks dude,â seemingly settling the tense atmosphere, for now.Â
everybody hums in agreement, getting back to their food without another word. but your eyes peek up, meeting his with an indescribable glint. and really, the worst part is that eddie would sit through this horrific situation a hundred more times, just for one more measly sniff at your panties.Â
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eddie canât take it anymore.Â
heâs never been so pent up in his entire life. and heâs tried to hold on until he could move back into his room but he couldnât last any longer.Â
but heâs careful, waiting for everyone to trundle on off to bed, listening carefully for the muted click of the light switch and even then, waiting another hour to be sure.Â
the clock glares an alarming 1:04 by the time his belt clinks and his jeans come down, the first of them would be awake in just a few hours, ready to take you on to the airport.Â
he wishes it wouldâve played out differently, that he wouldnât be sat here on the last night of your stay alone. but alas, eddieâs never been particularly brave and especially not in regards to hot women.Â
your panties wrapped around his right hand as he spits on his left, wrapping around his stiff cock while his fingertips play with the lace in his other hand.Â
âohh fuck,â he hisses, wanting nothing more than to start hollering the house down.Â
robin wouldnât be too pleased if she ever found out what heâd done. and he canât really afford to get the entire couch dry-cleaned so he really must be careful.Â
thinking quick, he shoves his t-shirt into his mouth, muffling the chorus of grunts and groans threatening to spill over into the dark room. the muted light from the tv illuminates his face, breathing loudly through his noseÂ
he hadnât heard the door open or the soft sound of your feet padding down the hall, only made aware of your presence when he reopens his eyes, near enough jumping out of his bones.Â
how long had you been there watching him shudder and whine?
âfuck,â he exclaims, fist still wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, too aroused to care about it too much.Â
âyou want some help with that?âÂ
eddie looks at his dick, then back at you, mouth hung open in a mixture of awe and confusion.Â
itâs not very clear but you move closer anyway, sinking to your knees and nestling in between his spread legs.Â
âokay?â maintaining eye contact despite how difficult it was, eyes bright and eager.Â
he nods, unable to comprehend what was happening. knowing heâd wake up from this twisted dream to some soggy boxers and a whole lotta shame.Â
your palm wraps around the base of his cock, shooing his hands away to make room, smiling as your lips wrap around the already leaking tip. were you a psychopath? were you placed on this earth to goad and tease him?
this isnât real. this isnât real. the voice repeats around his head though itâs quickly silenced by your tongue swirling circles around the tip of his cock, readjusting his t-shirt to bite down harshly on the fabric.Â
eddieâs hands lay useless on his thighs, twitching to intertwine with your hair, still doubting the reality of the situation. this could all be a dream and the second he touches your hair, youâd disappear from in front of his eyes.
the t-shirt falls from his lips, âfuuck,â grunting into the tense air, gritting his teeth so as to not expose your precarious position to the rest of the house.Â
the wet sounds of your lips wrapped tight around his cock make his toes curl, his hands find your hair, not without prompting from you. tugging gently at the tendrils as his head starts to spin.Â
when your eyes look up to meet his, eddie thinks he might just cum right down your throat then and there. he can see that troublesome glint in your eye, a roaring fire that he so desperately wants to keep stoking.Â
your fingers slide up his thigh, finding his neglected balls and with a slight smirk, you grab ahold, gently fondling them as his brain melts out of his ears.Â
no one had ever, ever made him feel so good. collectively losing brain cells when you hum on his cock, getting just as much out of this as he was.Â
âoh yeah, fuck- shit fuck, iâmcummingiâmcummingiâmcumming,â eddieâs mouth rushes, louder than he ever shouldâve been. bright flashes of light fill his peripheral, using your scalp as leverage to keep himself on the couch.Â
his hips stutter, thrusting into your mouth with his fingers tight in your hair, yanking harshly in an effort to get your lips off of him before he came everywhere.Â
you donât budge, nails digging into his thigh as his release seeps down your throat, his eyes squeezing shut as his fist instinctively comes up to muffle his mouth, moaning into his clammy palm instead of alerting the entire house.Â
eddieâs other hand lets go of his strong hold on your hair, allowing you to get off of his dick, panting happily as you sit up between his knees and with lips glistening with his release, you kiss him. all soft and gentle while his brain fails to compute.Â
it should be gross. but eddie just canât find it in himself to care, because in reality, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened in his measly little life.Â
âplease let me taste you,â he begs between kisses, grasping desperately at your waist, the fabric of your shirt slipping between his desperate fingers.
you giggle, pulling back to look at him through the dimmed light, ânot now,â you hover just above, constantly teasing and unobtainable
âwell when?" jutting his bottom lip out in hopes it'd convince you to change your mind.
"when i'm back," letting him down gently. eddie'd count the seconds till you came back if that was what it took to get even a tiny glimpse of your pussy.
âwhat time do you leave?â he pants, chasing your lips. eddie was nothing if not a chancer, though if it hadn't happened already, there's a miniscule chance of it happening now.
âseven,â whispering back, a hint of annoyance that this build up had only crescendoed now, just as you were about to leave. he'll blame robin for that, poking her nose in and trying to turn him off. it shouldn't have worked. he should've been braver.
âbut itâs your turn,â an awful sadness and regret overcoming him. someone better, someone like steve, would've had you pinned to that couch by now, his head between your thighs and your slick dripping down his chin. Â
ânext time,â only repeating yourself, smiling coyly before you plant one last kiss to his longing lips before standing fully upright and disappearing back off to his room, leaving him reeling with a story nobody else would ever believe.
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Based on darling đ đ anonâs request: max x inexperienced best friend!reader who hears him complaining about how hard it is to find a girl whoâll match his freak in bed đź
Birthday Sex âĽď¸
Max Verstappen x Best Friend!Reader
donât need candles or cake, just need your body to make (birthday sex, itâs the best day of the year, girl)
As Maxâs best friend since childhood, you know him better than anyone. Youâre determined to find the best birthday gift after heâs outdone you the past three years. Just when youâve given up all hope of beating him you overhear him complaining that none of his recent girlfriends let him hit it just the way he likes. Bingo - youâve just thought of the perfect gift!
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom!max, inexperienced best friend!reader who gets railed lol, size kink, anal, creampie, sloppy drunk sex!!, WC 3.3k
You slump your head down on the table and groan, making your best friend Selena quirk as brow at you as she sips her strawberry iced matcha. Across the room, the elderly librarian scowls and points to the sign clearly labelled âUniversity Library - Quiet Zone for Finals Studyâ. You roll your eyes and drag Selena away to some dusty bookshelfâs well away from the old crone. You still havenât found a present for Max? Your friend muses as she noisily slurps her drink, eyeing the dubious titles on the ancient books. Shaking your head, you whine about how youâve spent weeks thinking of what to gift the F1 driver. You and Max have been best friends since childhood, having grown up literally 2 doors down from one another. After getting over the initial boy/girl germs phase, youâd both connected over a like for video games which had turned into a loyal and supportive friendship into teens and adulthood. And of course, you both strongly believed in work hard, play hard, and frequently would be seen doing multiple shots together out in the Monaco clubs after a race weekend or post exam season.
Despite all the time youâd spend together, things had never crossed the line past friendship. It was always heavily speculated in the media, of course, as well as constant teasing from the other paddock members and your friends and family, but both you and Max dismissed it. He treated you like one of his guy friends, inviting you over to game or come onto his private jet with his other mates to fly out for a race weekend. And of course, being good friends with a millionaire driver meant being spoilt, especially on your birthday. Max always picked up on your hints and outdid himself every year. Last birthday youâd had not one but two custom made jewellery sets delivered from Cartier when youâd mentioned them in passing, and the year before that unlimited VIP box seats to your favourite soccer team and access to his private jet to get you there.
So thatâs why youâre desperate to find Max the perfect present for his birthday this year. You want to spoil him just like he spoils you! But heâs been busy with his new girlfriend, a Spanish model he met in St Tropez, and you in the final semester of your English Lit degree and you havenât had a chance to hear whatâs heâs been interested in lately.
Youâve thought up countless ideas, but what do you get a man who literally can afford anything he wants? Youâve cycled through all of his likes, finding that he already owns everything you could possibly buy. Your friend Serena is useless as she watches you plead up at the ceiling (dramatic, sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures) asking for any Gods watching above to send you a sign of the right gift. You could always just get him a vibrator, she joked as she slurped her iced coffee. You know, like the one I got you? Have you been using it? Seriously, we need to end this dry spell and get you dicked down- At that point the old crone of a librarian had let out a scandalised gasp as she overheard and kicked the pair of you out.
Youâve almost given up completely and drop by his apartment a few days before his birthday, ready to just directly beg him to tell you what he wants and put you out of your misery. You let yourself in, already familiar with his spare key hiding location for years. And then you stumble across a conversation thatâs not meant for your ears as Maxâs deep voice carries around the corner. Heâs on video chat with one of his mates playing an e-sim racing game, but theyâre definitely not talking about racing strategy.
I donât know mate, why is it so hard these days to find a chick whoâll let you hit it raw? one of his friends complain over the speakers. Your eyes widen, hand rushing up to stifle your gasp as you realise theyâre talking about what they like in the bedroom. You and Max had never talked about something like this, and youâre about to turn and leave - when your best friend says something youâd never expected him to say. He snorts, murmuring that sure, getting to finish inside was good but the real challenge was convincing a girl to let you fuck her up the ass.
His friend laughs on the screen, wholeheartedly agreeing, saying Ah, I see even a F1 driver canât find a girlfriend whoâs into that freaky shit, huh? You miss Maxâs reply because his cats, Sassy and Jimmy, have started to walk over to you curiously. You hightail it out of his apartment, desperate not to get caught eavesdropping with your blushing face and jumbled thoughts. You only let yourself calm down once youâre in the safety of your much smaller apartment, sinking into your sofa and recounting what youâd heard. You and Max had never ever talked about sex, even though he treated you like his guy friends, that was a line youâd just never crossed. Youâd never have guessed he was into something so naughty like not using protection orâŚwhat had he said? Up the ass?
Youâre not 100% sure on what he means, with your ratherâŚlimited sexual experiences. While Max regularly slept with multiple different flings and models, your hook ups could be counted on one hand. Youâd lost your virginity, of course, to an awkward college boyfriend that Max had hated and eventually told you to break up with. But apart from a few sloppy handjobs or quick drunk blowjobs, you really hadnât explored much else. You were jealous of how much more experienced Max was than you, having sometimes overheard him and his latest girlfriend celebrating a race win from a neighbouring hotel room. But it looked like despite all of the girls heâd been with, he wasnât getting the satisfaction he wanted in bed. And apparently what satisfied the Dutch Lion was fucking girls who let him take the condom off or use their ass to his liking.
Determined to find out more about what exactly Max wanted, you open the private browser of your laptop and type in a porn site youâd looked at a couple times before. You navigate to the tags, scrolling until you see the category you wanted to research. As you wait for the top trending video in the #Anal section to load you bite your lip, suddenly nervous. Why did Max say he wanted that? It sounded dirty and painful and just wrong. Was there something you were missing?
Then the video started playing and within seconds youâd lost any inhibitions you had. Hypnotised, you watch the screen where a small, tan skinned girl is face down and ass up, with a much larger man running his tongue obscenely through her asscheeks. Sheâs moaning wantonly, clearly enjoying it, and then his sizeable dick is bouncing out against her bum, messily pounding her pussy first, and then - and then-
Your doe eyes widen, fixed on the laptop with a gasp as his tip slides past her pussy and into her other hole, the one you hadnât even known could fit a guyâs dick inside it! Youâre enraptured, not wanting to blink as you watch her asshole get completely ruined. Your lace thong is rapidly soaked by your wetness as you start panting, finding yourself turned on in a way youâd never ever been before. This is what your Maxie liked? It was so hot, you think sluttily, shamelessly slipping your tiny manicured fingers into your panties to finger yourself at the forbidden thought of you and Max acting out the activities in the video. You cum far too quickly, head tossed back in pleasure. Afterwards, you know you should feel embarrassed and guilty, but instead all you can think about is how badly you want to try having sex with your other tight hole.
And you know exactly what to gift your best friend. Max deserves to get exactly what he wants, after all.
Soon youâre watching dirty video after video every night, telling yourself you need to practise the positions and expressions yourself. But really youâre just addicted to the moaning of girls getting their asses abused by huge cocks, or having the coy smirks wiped off their faces and instead rolling their eyes back as their pussies are pumped full of cum. The bullet vibrator Serena had gifted you as a joke now finds itself making its way in between your dripping thighs, as you cum nightly to the fantasy of being able to provide Max with that pleasure. If his latest girlfriend of the month wasnât willing to put out for him, you certainly had no problem helping your best friend out instead.
You make sure youâre ready by the time his birthday party rolls around, being celebrated in style aboard his yacht thatâs docked in Ibiza tonight. Youâve chosen your outfit carefully, a tight red minidress that shows off your plump ass and tits, complete with strappy high heels. It highlights your ample curves, very different from his usual flingâs stick thin figures. And speaking off - you knew that he must have broken it off with his latest girlfriend judging by the fact that she wasnât here tonight. Your suspicions are confirmed when a mutual friend tells you he dumped her just two days ago, citing a difference in personalities. More like a difference in kinky preferences, you thought deviously. You just needed to confirm that Max was willing to cross the line of no return in your friendship. Judging from the way his gaze had turned dark and hungry when heâd seen you step onto his boat, roaming over your figure, you were pretty confident that youâd be able to proceed in unveiling your gift.
As the party continues well into the night, you join everyone in dancing and drinking, using the tequila shots as an excuse to why youâre suddenly grinding your fat ass back into Maxâs crotch amidst the crowded makeshift dancefloor. When you hear Max laugh in delight, strong hands possessively curling around your hips to keep you against him, you know he wanted you, too.
So when the last of the partygoers are heading off the yacht to join the others in the Ibiza clubs, you take Maxâs hand in yours to tug him away, back onto the other side of the yacht where youâre well away from anyoneâs eyes and facing the night ocean. He willingly goes, checking out your curvy ass from behind, his own face flushed from the drinks heâd had. Youâre tipsily giggling that he had to open your present! as you gently push him onto the outdoor couch, plucking your cutely wrapped small gift box and offering it to him. As he opens it, you eagerly sit down by his side, pressing in close to his warm, toned chest with the excuse of its cold, Maxie.
You donât miss how his gaze drops to your plush tits, which bounce with every movement and show off your hardened nipples as youâd chosen to only wear a skimpy lace bralette underneath. He easily plays along with your excuse, wrapping his thick arm around you to pull you onto his lap and settle against his broad figure. You giggle again when he finally opens the gift box, only to find itâŚempty? He looks up at you, laughing as he assumed youâd forgotten to pack your present in your drunk antics tonight.
But the plan in your mind is razor sharp as you breathily press kisses to his stubbled cheeks, making his lustful gaze flicker to your lips as the tension between you two grows. You whisper that you hadnât forgotten, in fact, youâd gotten him the perfect gift, exactly what heâd been complaining to his gaming friends about not being able to find. The present was just inside you, was all!
Max is still adorably confused, not entirely sure what you were referring to as you slide off his lap after pressing a barely there kiss to his lips. He watches you curiously as you press your blushing cheeks into the sofa and stick your thick ass up in the air. Your already tiny minidress slides down your hips, exposing your soaked, lacey thong that barely covered the true surprise - a cute heart shaped butt plug. Maxâs jaw drops and for a minute he thinks he must be dreaming, or had gotten super drunk, or this was some sick joke his friends had set him up for. Until you seductively jiggle your hips at him, fat ass bouncing, your sweet voice almost innocently asking if he likes his gift?
Oh, I fucking love it, sweetheart he assures you with a wicked grin, once he realises just what you were giving him. Itâs so much better than anything I could have asked for. Your pleased giggle quickly turns into pleased moans as he plays with the toy, teasing you by slowly pulling it out a bit before sliding it back in. He pulls his raging erection out of his pants, telling you to come here and suck me off, getting his cock ready to fuck you. You obediently lick up and down his length, covering it with your messy drool and lip gloss, making sure itâs as wet as possible. His muscular neck is thrown back against the sofa as he moans above you, a strong hand tangled through your curls as he tries to control the pace but can't resist your talented mouth teasing his over sensitive tip. He almost cums from your enthusiasm, hips stuttering and he swears in dutch as he has to forcefully pull on your dark locks to move your plush lips off him. You cheekily grin up at him, winking, asking was that too much for him?
He tosses you around in half a second, making you giggle into the soft pillow as he raises your ass into the air, growling that heâd have done this a long time ago if he knew what a needy slut you secretly were. You shake your hips enticingly at him, ass bouncing, enjoying how his sexy voice got even deeper and accented when he was dirty talking. Swearing at your tempting display, he delivers a strong smack to your cheeks, and then a second one for good measure, before nudging his cockhead up against your dripping slit. He hushes your whines, telling you that he needed to get a taste of your pussy, the one heâd been dreaming about when youâd stay the night after a late movie and rub your ass into his erection in your sleep, edging him for hours. Did you even know how many times he had to go jerk off to the mental image of your ass in the shower?
You moan in pleasure as he fucks you sloppily, whispering about the time he hadnât been able to resist and pulled your panties down in your sleep, wanting to jerk off to the real thing and leaving his cum all over your caramel skin. Th-thatâs soo hot, Maxie you whine, already feeling fucked out of your mind. Go-go on, cum instead me, you say breathlessly. I started the pill just for your present tonight!
Groaning at your naughty confession, he pumps one last, deep thrust before he's tensing above you, a bruising grip on your hips as he holds you still to drain his load deep inside you. He's panting deeply as his head comes to rest on the back of your neck, the two of you enjoying your blissful comedown together for a few minutes. You canât believe how heated things have gotten tonight after being friends for years. We could have been hooking up this whole time, it was so good Maxiee you whine against his lips as he presses his tongue into your pouting mouth.
Chuckling at your eagerness, he filthily whispers that you could start by giving him the next part of his birthday gift, hmm? You nod breathlessly, unable to say no to your precious Maxie. He palms your juicy asscheeks with his large palms, squeezing at your flesh greedily. Soon enough heâs fingering your tight, winking hole from above you, telling you to hold your asscheeks apart for him as he messily spits right over where he plans to fuck you. Just the tip, right, Maxie? You repeat again, feeling unsettled with not knowing what he was doing behind you, when he stopped to stare at your cute little hole for a few minutes. Your blushing face is still buried into the cushions as your nails dig into your bouncing ass and hold it apart for him. I've never had anything...inside there before, you say, cheeks warming. So you can't stretch it out, okay, I read that it-
Yeah, yeah baby Max says distractedly, hypnotised by your inviting tight hole that is filling him with a growing desire to ruin it every passing second. Whatever you say. Dousing himself in lube from the supply he keeps stashed in between the couch cushions, he approaches you from behind, his erect cock standing stiff as you jiggle your hips. His tip nudges against your back entrance, making you moan excitedly at foreign but tingly feeling. Then heâs thrusting his leaking cockhead in and out of your hole, and youâre babbling incoherently, your face turned to the side as you gasp mouthfuls of air. Oh, it feels sooo good, mmhhh, yes Maxie-
He growls approvingly at your desperate whining, smacking your red asscheeks again and again to make them bounce. Feels amazing, right baby? he hums into your ear, pressing his abs down against your back. The new position makes his cock accidentally slide in just a little more and you arch your back more when the tingly feeling gets stronger as he slips a large hand around to toy with your sensitive clit. Youâll let me put in just a little bit more, right baby? Max whispers huskily, his hungry eyes taking in your drooling, fucked out face. You were in so much bliss he doubts youâd be able to say no to anything he asked for. O-ok, a little bit more- Ohh!
You cry out as he doesnât hesitate to slip inside you even further. Itâs a good thing you canât see the filthy mess behind you because Max has bullied an easy third of his rigid, veiny shaft inside your gummy walls. He groans against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he praises how good you take his fat cock, better than any of his girlfriends. He knows just what to say to have you seeing stars as he continues to shove more and more of himself into your tight hole. Fuck schat, giving me the best birthday treat ever, Iâm gonna be addicted.
Youâre on Cloud 9-, pink tongue poking out of your mouth and drooling all over the cushion, pretty doe eyes rolled all the way back as Max pounds into your all too willing body. You can barely reply coherently when he croons that heâs just gonna slide a bit more in, thatâs right, just like that, you can take it for him, right?
His whole cock is buried inside your ass now, beads of sweat running own his toned abs. And soon youâre screaming his name as he greedily fucks you, grunting with pleasure at each thrust. You can only cross your fingers and hope none of your friends come back from the club early.
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A/N: back to my old FILTHY ways after writing a 9.5K mafia fic just to give u all whiplash will finally be posting part 2 of earned it v soon with dedicated hot husband max hehehe đ
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Note: Wow, the roommate!Simon story blew up. Anyway, here's part 2.
Following his conversation with Johnny, Simon begins to think. He begins to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, heâs developing feelings for you. Why else would he be so protective and mad when the sergeant talks this way about you? The thought scares him at first.
For one, being near him is a death sentence, he saw that with his family. He canât even imagine surviving losing someone he loved again. Then there is another thing, the fact he isnât sure you would return his feelings. If you didnât, as he suspects, living with you would be torture, and heâs honestly too lazy to look for a new place to stay.
The next time he arrives home in the middle of the day, the apartment is empty since youâre at your workplace most probably. Not seeing your face brighten at the sight of him makes his heart ache, but he knows youâll be home in two or three hours, so he can most certainly survive that by lying down to catch up on sleep. He leaves a post-it for you on the small table next to the front door where you always put your keys, warning you that heâs back home.
Heâs woken by the smell of fresh coffee and something sweet. When he checks the clock on his bedside, he notices itâs past seven, which means he slept a good four hours without interruptions. The new record of the past weeks as the most he slept peacefully was two hours tops. He climbs out of bed and goes to the living room, surprised to see you in the kitchen, humming a song to yourself as you admire the neatly cut brownies on the kitchen island.
âYouâre awake!â you exclaim happily, quickly pressing a button on the coffee machine to make him some coffee too, then pick up an empty plate and put a slice of brownie on it. âWelcome home. Here, try this. I thought you might use some homemade things after being away for so long.â
That damn smile of yours. Itâs wide, happy, and it easily warms his heart and makes him smile too. Your good mood is infectious and he finds himself stuffing the cookie into his mouth as he stands next to you, nudging your side with his hip playfully. âItâs perfect, thank you,â he says while chewing, earning a roll of your eyes. You hate it when someone talks with their mouth full, so he quickly swallows the remains and goes, âSorry.â
You shake your head with a laugh then turn away to get his coffee. Simon canât help but wonder if this is how things would always be if you were his wife, if you would be this kind and caring all the time. He certainly could get used to this. He wouldnât believe he deserves all the love, but he would definitely enjoy your attention.
âWhat got you thinking so hard?â
Simon lets out a questioning hum before realizing he zoned out for a while. âYou,â he replies honestly.
âMe?â
âMm-hmm.â Before you could ask more questions, he moves in front of you, trapping you between the kitchen island and his body as he leans down to you. âI had an interesting conversation with someone and it got me thinking while I was gone,â he says with his lips moving so close he almost kisses you. âDo you have any idea how much I miss you when Iâm deployed? How many times do I wonder what youâre doing while Iâm away?â
Itâs easy to tell, especially from this close, that your heart is racing and your breath is caught in your throat as you watch him. Your eyes are moving back and forth between his lips and his eyes, unable to decide what to focus on. Youâre both under a spell that he doesnât want to break, in fact he wants this moment to last forever, this anticipation before he finally makes up his mind to kiss you. He wants to do it, but he canât help but think about whether or not you would be against it.
Maybe he thinks too much, maybe his brain is too focused on the negative thoughts, and before he knows it, you move your head to capture his lips with yours in a slow and sensual kiss. Simon is aware that he has issues. He understands that his brain is only on high alert because deep down he doesnât believe he deserves your attention. After all, heâs not a good man. Well, not always. He does his job like a good little soldier, but the lines are blurry between good and bad.
He knows that you know this too. Shortly after he moved in and found out what he did for a living, you had a lot of questions, many that he simply wasnât allowed to answer. But you probably sensed that he was keeping things to himself, certain aspects of this position that civilians would never understand. He didnât want to scare you away, he didnât want you to throw him out, so he kept his mouth shut. You knew that and never pried for more information.
When your nails dig into the skin on his back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer, Simon finally returns to the moment, returning your delicious kiss while his hands grab your ass and help you on the counter behind you. His lips trail from your lips to the shell of your ear, whispering praises until he feels your hands moving to his belt.
As much as he wants that, he knows he has to stop you. So he reaches down to grab your hands, pulling them away and lacing his fingers with yours as he kisses the tip of your nose. âNot yet, love. Letâs go on a proper date first, yeah?â he asks you with a small smile.
You whine, then you beg for more, asking him why you have to go on a date when you've been living together for over a year now. He tells you that the reason is simple; he spent a bigger part of it away from home so you have to get to know each other.
âI know you, Simon,â you push on, your fingers tracing the tattoos on his forearm as you speak. When you see the determination in his eyes, you finally let out a sigh of defeat and say, âOkay, fine. Let's go on a date first. But don't even think about something fancy. Let's keep it simple.â
With a short laugh, he leans down to give you a quick kiss. âUnderstood.â
Later in the evening, way past eleven, the two of you finally say goodnight and he returns to his room. There's a message waiting on his phone, one that came from Johnny. âIâll send her a DM if you won't introduce me,â it says.
âBetter not. She's taken,â he replies.
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Experimenting
Male!Vampire Scientist x Fem!Experiment Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober Event
Oct 18th
Oct 17
Oct 19
summary: when a vampire needs a source of unlimited blood, he turns to science. Youâre his experiment, and a bit spoiledâŚ
warnings: blood drinking, cock warming, male lead is a bit manipulative
a/n: shut up if I have any spelling mistakes đ Iâm trying to catch up
You let out an annoyed whine as he poked his head into your room. You were in the middle of a movie, eating a snack.
âDarling~â
He walked in, throwing his lab coat aside and jumping into your bed. The man had a habit of coming to you after a long day in the lab, being clingy and over baring.
âH-hey, donât jump in my bed before you wash up!â
You pouted, squirming as he pulled you on his lap and rubbed his cheek against your neck.
âOh, donât fuss my dear⌠you know I just adore you, itâs hard to stay away for long.â
Before you could whine anymore, he moved his hand between your thighs, pressing against your wet panties.
âDonât you remember who saved you? Whoâs spoiled you rotten?â
You did remember.
Before you had been living on the street, hungry and barely hanging on. One night you were caught in the middle of a shoot out, and nearly died from blood loss,
He found you curled up in an alleyway, buried beneath trash and filth. You had already died, not even turning you into a vampire could bring you backâŚ
So he used the knowledge he had gained from his research so far from both science and witchcraft to give you life.
One of the side effects was that you overproduce blood, and had to be drained daily. It was a happy surprise, and he decided to keep you for himself as his blood bag.
You were kept in a sterile section of his lap, your bed a plain cot and your food some sort of nutritional mush.
It was hardly the place for a girl⌠but it would do. You were just an experiment, after all.
That had been his idea at first, to keep you in his laboratory and feed from you every once in a while⌠but he grew fond of you quickly.
A room was decorated with your interests in mind, and he made sure you were comfortable and had everything you could ever want.
You were almost like his doll, something he could play with when he was bored. He dressed you up, kept you in a pretty room⌠you were his perfect, pretty little doll.
Thatâs what he told himself. In all reality, he truly cared for you. Once you bring someone back from death and care for them for months while they recover, you become fond of that person and want to see them thrive.
As he thought this over, your memory was a bit different.
You reached out for him to help you, and he carried you back to his lab himself, not caring that you were dirty and smelled of decay.
Your spirit watched as he carefully cleaned and stitched up your broken body, his hands gentle and caring. Even though you were simply a corpse, he still dressed you and placed a pillow under your head while he researched ways to save you at his desk.
When you woke up in your body, you were in something much softer than the ground you slept on every night. Every day you ate until you were full, and always had energy to walk around.
You werenât hungry or cold or dirty anymore⌠that was enough for you, but he gave you even more! A room just for you, dressed and games and books and all the attention and love you could ever ask forâŚ
But it was so hard to accept all of this, to really give in to being spoiled. Especially when you were crushing this hard on himâŚ
His fangs brushed against your neck as he slipped the silk panties he bought for you aside. Lately his affections had turned from platonic to sexual, and he had been toying with you a lot.
Experimenting.
âI see⌠this is how wet you get when I rub here, hmm?â
He licked along your neck, eyes on your fat cunt as he flicked your clit, causing you to yelp and your hips to buck.
âH-heyâŚâ
His cock hardened when you squirmed, your plump ass moving against his hard on. âThat hurtsâŚâ
You were pouting, your face warm and flustered.
âSo cuteâŚâ
He lifted your hips with ease, his cock rubbing against your cunt before he slowly lowered you into it.
Though youâd never taken cock before, he had been slowly stretching you out for weeks now, pumping his fingers in and out of you, getting you ready to take him.
You could only whine and whimper, embarrassed that it felt so good. You attempted to move, but he kept you still, his fingers toying with your clit.
âRelax, loveâŚâ
His fangs sunk into your neck, causing you to wiggle and writhe in mild discomfort, which made his cock twitch inside of you. The man continued to stimulate your clit as he fed from you.
Your soft body felt warm against him, and having your blood flowing through his felt intimate. You were connected in a way no one else could be.
As he finished up his feeding, he began lightly bouncing you, letting you ride out your orgasm as his cum spurted into your womb.
Afterwards you were tired and a bit cranky from the blood loss, so he carried you to a bath and washed you up before tucking you into bed.
Why did he do so much for you? He wasnât sure⌠but you knew.
He loved you, his little experiment had become his mate and he hadnât even noticed yet.
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The Pleasure Equation: When the Nerd Solves Everything, Including You
Nayeon x Male Reader
word count: 8.2k
a/n: Yo, my first published smut. I hope you like it. Feel free to tell me what you think.
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You're lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling and wondering why, in the 21st century, universities still think pairing people for projects is a good idea. Plus, you're terrible at this subject. Advanced Calculus? They might as well call it "How to Ruin My Weekend." The only saving grace is that your partner, Nayeon, the biggest nerd in class, will handle most of it. For you, it seems like a golden ticket: she does the work, and you pretend you helped. It was the perfect plan. What could go wrong?
The doorbell rings. Of course, itâs her. You were expecting itâyou could almost time Nayeon's nerdy punctuality. And, as always, she looks like the picture-perfect good girlâcardigan, glasses, skirt, that innocent, serious air of someone more interested in spreadsheets than in people. The kind of girl most guys wouldn't look at twice. But you, well, you had to look. It was obligatory since she was going to carry your weight in this project.
You open the door, and there she is, laptop under her arm, shy smile and everything you imagined. The nerd who's here to save your semester.
What you didnât knowâand God knew you were about to find outâis that Nayeon had planned a different type of study for this project.
She walks in with that confident stride that only people who are either extremely smart or who know the subject is your lifeline have. And honestly, youâre not ready for the energy she brings.
âHi,â she says, glancing around your house, skipping any small talk.
âHey, Nayeon. Nice to have you here.â You try to sound more enthusiastic than you really are. âWant anything? Water, juice, tea?â you offer, hoping to buy yourself a few more minutes of procrastination before facing the project.
âNo, thanks.â She looks at you over her glasses, almost as if sheâs analyzing your soul. âI think we should just get started. The sooner we finish, the better.â
âYeah, better,â you think. And with that, off you go to your bedroom. Yes, the bedroom, because itâs the only place in the house that seems even remotely presentable. There are piles of books (that you havenât read, just skimmed for the basics), notebooks with ridiculously short notes you took, some clothes scattered here and there... oh, and your unmade but perfectly comfortable bed, where you sit on the edge. It was a clinically tidy room compared to the living room or the kitchen.
Nayeon doesn't seem to care about anything. She sits at the desk chair and opens her laptop.
The project, of course, is about "Modeling Algebraic Functions for the Optimization of Industrial Processes." Or something equally mind-numbing that only Nayeon seems to understand. Youâre more lost than someone trying to solve a Rubik's cube in the dark. And itâs all because of your dad, who, in his non-threatening way, persuaded you to follow the family career path. Damn Engineering (and tradition).
Nayeon, as always, is already deep into the work, fingers flying over the keyboard while her glasses slip to the tip of her nose, balancing dangerously between focused nerd and, well... Âżsexy? nerd?
Not that youâd admit that.
She glances at you, and for a second, you almost feel like she expects you to say something useful. Which, of course, would be a grave miscalculation. Literally.
âSo, I thought you could start with the part about differential equations,â she says, making the suggestion with the ease of someone asking you to hold a cup, when what sheâs really offering is a grand piano. âAnd then the graphsâŚâ
You pretend to be genuinely interested. Which means nodding in a way that could be mistaken for understanding if someone looked quickly, but in reality, you're utterly lost.
âOh, sure, differential equationsâŚâ you repeat, as if the words held any special meaning. They donât.
Nayeon sighs and goes back to typing, clearly aware of the level of uselessness you're operating at. Sheâs probably already mentally dividing the entire project, calculating how many extra hours she'll need to cover for the fact that you're, essentially, dead weight.
âMaybe you could review the introduction,â she suggests, polite but with the patience of someone talking to a child who still doesnât know the difference between shapes.
You scratch your head, pretending to read the introduction sheâs already written. One, two lines. Everything looks very... professional. You attempt to seem helpful:
âYou know, I think youâre... um... doing great with this. Maybe... maybe I should focus more on the creative part of the project, like... the presentation design?â you suggest, smiling, as if making a PowerPoint full of silly animations was an undervalued talent in academia.
She raises an eyebrow.
âDesign?â Nayeon asks, sarcasm dripping from her tone. âIn an Advanced Calculus project? You want to fill the presentation with glitter and stars, is that it?â
âHey, glitter makes everything better,â you reply, defensive, but unable to suppress a smile. âMaybe throw in some memes to lighten the mood⌠People love memes... I guess.â
âIâm not sure if you're joking or if you've completely given up on life,â Nayeon mutters, with a short, dry laugh, returning to the keyboard.
You shift on the bed, trying to find a position that seems less like a desperate student and more like someone slightly focused on the project. The silence is broken only by the sound of her typing and your occasional murmur of fake approval: âHmm, sure, that makes senseâŚâ
It doesnât.
Then, out of nowhere, Nayeon looks at you again, but this time with a different kind of curiosity. Thereâs something in her eyes, something that goes beyond pure calculationâand weâre not talking about the equations.
âYou live alone, right?â The question comes casually, almost innocently. Almost.
âUh, yeah, I do,â you answer, a bit confused by the sudden shift. âWhy?â
âJust... curious,â she replies, but the smile she gives is far from innocent. âIt must be nice living alone. I bet you can do whatever you want, right? No one around to hear...â
âYeah, kind of,â you say, scratching the back of your neck. âLike... I can have pizza for breakfast without being judged. And play video games late. Itâs not as glamorous as it sounds.â
Nayeon laughs, but in a way that makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, like she knows something you donât.
âAnd... what do you mean by âdo whatever you wantâ?â you ask, hesitant but unable to resist the curiosity.
âOh, nothing,â she says, looking away for a second. âJust thinking... it must be interesting. Having that kind of freedom.â
She pauses and looks directly at you again, her fingers sliding slowly across the keyboard, as if the project was now the last thing on her mind.
âTell me something... whatâs your type?â The question lands like a stone thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples of confusion through you.
You almost choke.
âMy... type?â you repeat, as if itâs a math problem with too many variables.
âYeah, like... what do you find attractive in someone?â Nayeon continues, her voice far too casual for the situation. She leans forward slightly, her eyes locked on yours.
âWell, I dunno.â You shift uncomfortably. âI guess... someone fun, you know? Someone who can make me laugh.â
âHmm. And me?â Nayeon tilts her head, her glasses now low enough to reveal her sharp eyes behind them. âDo I make you laugh?â
You freeze, because the right answer to this feels like a trap.
Sure, Nayeonâs made you laugh plenty of times, especially when she freaks out over losing half a point on a test. But that doesnât seem like the kind of "laugh" sheâs asking about.
âUh, yeah, of course!â you respond, quickly. âI mean, in a good way. Not that Iâm laughing *at* you, but... you know what I mean, right?â
She smiles, and youâre not sure if sheâs satisfied with your answer or just amused by your nervousness.
âYou know,â Nayeon continues, âI think I prefer guys who... know what they want. Guys with attitude.â
You nod, trying to process whatâs happening.
âOh, sure. Attitude is always good, right?â you reply, having no idea where this conversation is heading.
She looks at you in a way that feels almost predatory, and you realize that, somehow, whatever control you thought you had over this situation (even a little) now belongs entirely to her.
âDo you have it?â she asks. âAttitude?â
At that moment, you realize two things: first, Nayeon isnât interested in solving differential equations today. And second, you probably shouldâve agreed to do the graphs.
You feel the pressure of the question like a multiple-choice exam where all the answers seem wrong.
"Now?" you stammer, as if time itself is about to collapse. "Uh⌠I donât know, I think weâre in the middle of a project, right? I wouldnât want to interruptâŚ"
"Interrupt?" She lets out a short laugh. "I think work went out the window a long time ago, donât you?"
With that, she stands up, closing the laptop, and starts walking slowly around the room, as if inspecting the space, or maybe just teasing you on purpose. Every step she takes seems more choreographed than anything youâve ever seen on stage.
Suddenly, she stops, untying her hair and shaking it loose.
"You know," she continues, turning her gaze back to you, "I thought of a way to make things more interesting."
Your brain, of course, is already in full panic mode, but your mouth, as always, insists on trying to sound casual.
"Really? Interesting how?" you ask, hoping the answer isnât something like "Russian roulette."
She crosses her arms. You realize that, at some point, you completely lost any chance of controlling your own fate.
"A game," Nayeon says, with a sly smile. "Letâs play a game. What do you say?"
"What kind of game?" you ask, already regretting letting curiosity win over survival instinct.
"Oh, donât worry, nothing too crazy," she replies, shrugging as if the suggestion were perfectly innocent. "Something fun, to relax, since the project clearly isnât going anywhere today."
She steps closer to you, with that conspiratorial air of someone about to suggest something really dangerous.
"What do you think?" she whispers, lowering her voice. "You up for playing with me?"
"Err... depends on the game, right?" you reply, trying to sound laid-back.
Her eyes gleam behind her glasses, and the smile on her lips is pure provocation.
"Letâs see⌠How about something simple?" she suggests, her eyes never leaving yours. "Questions and answers. To test what you've been learning in the course."
"Just that?" you ask, half skeptical, half curious.
She speaks with a lightness that contrasts the intensity of her proposal:
"Of course not. For every question you get right, Iâll take off a piece of clothing."
You blink. Blink again. And then a third time, just to make sure you heard correctly.
"What?" you blurt out, a laugh escaping before you can control it. "Youâre kidding, right?"
Nayeon crosses her arms, that crafty smile still on her face. Apparently, sheâs not kidding.
"Iâm dead serious. And if you manage to make me take off everything, Iâll give you a prize."
"A prize?" You try to keep your composure, but all you can think about is that maybe studying Calculus isnât so bad after all. "What kind of prize?"
Nayeon doesnât respond with words. Instead, she lifts her skirt just enough to reveal a glimpse of her panties â white, of course, because even in this, she has to be precise and teasing.
You swallow hard, your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Suddenly, the temperature in the room rises by five degrees, and it has nothing to do with global warming.
"Hm... okay, letâs go," you respond, trying to sound casual, but in reality, your mind is a complete mess. Who knew the class nerd had this side to her?
"Great." Nayeon giggles before adjusting her glasses and kicking off her shoes to, letâs say, get more comfortable. "First question: Whatâs the basic principle of algebraic function modeling applied to industrial process optimization?"
You stare at her. Of course, it wasnât going to be an easy game. Your brain tries, with herculean effort, to remember what the hell that means.
"Hm⌠I think⌠itâs using equations to simplify a complex process?" you guess.
She smiles.
"Well, close enough. You got the general concept," she says.
She starts with the most innocent pieces, of course. The cardigan that you barely noticed she was wearing, because letâs be honest, your focus was more on the project â or on how not to do it... Well, at least thatâs what you thought. Now, the focus has definitely changed. Every button that opens feels like a small personal victory. And before you know it, the cardigan is on the floor. She looks at you with a sly smile.
"Shall we continue?"
"Damn right, Iâm enjoying this!"
"How do you define an improper integral?"
You blink. Of course, sheâd come up with one of those questions you never knew the answer to.
"An⌠improbable integral?"
She laughs, a clear, almost musical sound that fills the room. If Nayeon were the type of person who enjoyed academically torturing others, she was definitely on the right track.
"Iâll give you a hint," she leans forward, just enough for you to see part of the top underneath her perfectly white blouse. "It has something to do with limits."
Limits. Of course. Yours are being tested in a different way. You vaguely remember the professor mentioning something about this, between naps.
"Oh, right! Itâs when the interval goes to infinity, right?" you venture, your heart already beating faster.
"Correct!" She claps her hands, feigning innocent excitement that definitely doesnât match the way her hands move toward the buttons of her blouse. One button, two, three... and soon, Nayeonâs blouse is off, revealing a black camisole, tight enough to show that she had planned all of this meticulously.
You exhale a breath you didnât even know you were holding. Now, youâre invested in the game.
"Next question: What are the three most common methods to solve a system of linear equations?"
Linear equations? Of course, you slept through that class. But then⌠things start to click.
"Elimination, substitution, and⌠matrices."
"Youâre getting the hang of it, huh?" she says, her voice almost a purr.
Without hesitation, she leans back a little and, with a slow, sensual gesture, removes the black camisole, now revealing a delicate white bra, almost the same shade as her skin.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, but somehow, youâre starting to enjoy the game, and oddly enough, math too. Well, this is definitely a more rewarding way to learn something you donât like.
"Now an easier one," she teases, as if giving you a break. "How do you calculate the area under a curve?"
You swallow hard, not because of the question, but because Nayeon is crossing her arms in a way thatâs far from casual, emphasizing even more whatâs... well, on display.
"Definite integrals," you answer quickly, perhaps with more enthusiasm than necessary.
She gives a small round of applause, but this time doesnât make any immediate move to take off anything else.
"Very good! But... are you sure you want to continue?" she asks, tilting her head, as her fingers rest on the zipper of her skirt.
Youâre not sure if you want to continue the game or skip straight to the âprize,â but whatever it is, you need this girl naked. But for that you need to concentrate, but how would you do it? It's certainly not easy. Not when she runs her fingers, provocatively slow, to the zipper of her skirt.
âAlright, just one more, then,â she says, with a false lightness that only adds to the tension in the air, âa simpler one, I promise. If you get it right, Iâll take off one more piece. If you get it wrong⌠the gameâs over.â
Your mind is racing, a mix of nerves and pure curiosity. After all, how did you end up here, being quizzed by Nayeon, The Nerd� And now, The Nerd⢠was about to strip.
Weird world.
âOkay⌠ask the question,â you say, trying to seem calm. Just trying.
Nayeon raises an eyebrow, still toying with the zipper of her skirt, but not pulling it down at all, just⌠waiting. âWhatâs Stokes' theorem?â she asks.
You almost laugh. Not really, more like a nervous chuckle that escapes before you realize⌠crap, you actually donât remember.
âErmâŚâ you begin, desperately searching for some vague memory of a class you definitely slept through.
Nayeon doesnât miss the look of panic on your face.
âAh, struggling?â she asks, her voice sweetly sadistic. âHow about a hint?â She leans in, the skirt still untouched, but in a deliberate move, she adjusts her bra, already more revealing than it should be, giving you a clear view of her generous cleavage.
You clear your throat, dying a little inside but trying to maintain your composure.
âUh, it has to do with surface integrals, right? Something about flows⌠and vectorsâŚâ
âExactly! Flows and vectors,â she repeats, satisfied. And then, in an almost innocent gesture, as if she were merely taking off an uncomfortable shoe after a long day, she pulls the zipper of the skirt, which slides down her legs, hitting the floor like it didnât even matter, revealing her bare legs and white panties. Her thighs are even more perfect than you imaginedâtoned, lightly defined. Your throat dries up as if youâve just run a marathon, but the only thing racing is your heart.
Honestly, youâre never really prepared for every time she gets more and more exposed. She places a hand on her hip, looking at you with that expression that makes you wonder how you never realized this beforeâthat yes, Nayeon, the ânerdâ of the class, was a girl far more complex than any Stokes theorem.
âSo, what now? Want to continue or⌠are you satisfied?â She pouts adorably, challenging you, and you know, at that moment, that she wants you to keep going. After all, sheâs having way too much fun.
You take a deep breath, determined, even though your mind is light-years away from any coherent thought.
âSure. Next question. Iâm going to win my prize.â
âWhat a determined guy,â Nayeon chuckles softly, with that teasing air, as if you were on a quiz show and not in some sort of erotically torturous strip game for the brave. âAlright then⌠explain the principle of superposition.â
She knew you had no idea. You knew that she knew. But what did it matter? What mattered was that your eyes were glued to every movement she made. She tilted her head, playing with the strap of her bra.
You think for a moment. Superposition⌠electric fields⌠sure, you got this.
âItâs when, hmmâŚâ your voice cracks, but you force yourself to sound confident. âItâs when the sum of the effects of multiple causes is equal to the sum of the individual causes. Each field acts like the others arenât even there.â
She leans in, subtly, fiddling with the strap of her bra, her eyes never leaving yours.
âExactly,â she says, letting the strap fall with a slow motion from one shoulder. And then, from the other. âCongratulations.â
The bra falls to the floor.
You try, honestly try, to keep your focus on whatâs happening, but thereâs a problem. Actually, two, and both of them are right in front of you, fully exposed. No matter how much your mind insists that you need to concentrate on the game⌠you simply canât.
âJ-just one more question, right?â You stammer, desperately trying to focus on your shoes, the wall, anything but⌠well, Nayeon, and the fact that she was now practically naked.
She leans forward slightly, arms âcasuallyâ crossed, and youâre convinced she did this just to make sure your brain imploded. One of her breasts lightly brushes against her arm, and your mind screams something between HELP and THANK YOU.
"Exactly,â she says, and thereâs a hint of malice in her voice, that tone that indicates she knows by now youâre one step away from a complete meltdown. âOne last question. If you get it right⌠you win your prize. If you get it wrong⌠youâll do the entire project alone.â
Your head throbs, struggling to focus on anything besides her smooth skin and the hair falling loosely over her shoulders.
âAlone?â you repeat, dumbfounded. A simple word, but you can barely get it out.
She bites her lip, enjoying herself. And then, in the most seductive voice possible, she drops the bomb:
âOf course⌠if you mess up now in the final minutes, youâll have to do it all on your own. But if you get it right, youâll see whatâs under this,â she pulls at the side of her white panties slightly, just enough to let your imagination spin. âAnd who knows what elseâŚâ Her voice is a caress wrapped in pure temptation.
Yeah, itâs worth the risk.
Focus, you tell yourself, as if thatâs remotely possible. Here you are, in a state of complete mental confusion, and Nayeon is there, almost naked, suggesting thereâs just one question left before⌠well, paradise. And hell, too, because clearly, you wouldnât survive doing this fucked-up project alone.
âAlright, letâs go,â you force the words out. âWhatâs the last question?â
Nayeon smiles in a way that says, I got you. And of course, she did. She leans in again, this time closer, her panties still firmly in place, but for how long?
âReady for this?â she murmurs, with the tone of a final temptation. âWhat law of electromagnetism describes the relationship between the circulation of a magnetic field along a closed path and the electric current passing through the surface enclosed by that path?â
You freeze. Your mind is almost there, trying to grab the answer from some corner not focused on the fact that Nayeon is practically naked in front of you.
âUhâŚâ you begin, Nayeon sways her hips as she waits. âItâs⌠itâsâŚâ you struggle. Nothing. Your mind is completely blank, a screen of static.
Nayeon sighs, as if sheâs genuinely disappointed. Of course sheâs not. Sheâs having way too much fun for that.
âNeed a hint?â she offers, with a smile as sweet as it is devastating.
You nod desperately. Anything, for Godâs sake, anything to help!
She whispers softly, âThis law introduced the concept of âdisplacement current.ââ
You blink, and then, as if by some miracle, the answer comes to you. But before you can speak it aloud, Nayeon leans in again and your traitorous eyes glance at her exposed breasts.
You almost forget the answer entirely, but a slip or whatever that was makes you say, âAmpère-Maxwellâs Law,â your voice trembling, unsure if physics is about to save you or be the last nail in the coffin of your sanity.
Nayeon looks you up and down.
She approved.
Slowly, as if savoring the moment, in a exaggeratedly calculated movement, she pulls her panties down, revealing everything.
Her curves are so smooth they seem hand-carved by some Renaissance artist with a thing for naughty nerd girls. Her entire body is a work of art, every inch of her pure perfection, and as she moves closer, you feel like youâre about to lose control for good.
Nayeon sits beside you, her legs slightly apart so you can see her tight little pussy. She looks you up and down, the same look that used to seem like someone fully focused on her studies, now carrying much more obvious intentions.
"Do you like what you see?" she asks, her voice low and seductive.
You swallow hard, trying not to seem as out of control as you really are.
"Yeah... Very much..." you respond, your voice rougher than usual, and before you know it, Nayeon is leaning in closer, her body heat practically radiating onto you.
"What are you waiting for, then?" she whispers, her lips just inches from yours. The suggestion lingers in the air, and your body seems to move on its own. Your hand rises, hesitant, until it reaches her breasts, your fingers feeling the smoothness of her skin and the firmness that makes you forget about any equation or college project. You squeeze lightly, and Nayeon lets out a soft sigh that drives you even crazier.
She leans in more, her lips brushing yours in a gentle kiss. When she pulls away, her eyes are gleaming.
"Iâve always liked you, you know?" she confesses, lightly biting her lower lip as her hand slides down your chest. "I've always thought you were really hot⌠and smart, too. You just needed a little help focusing on what matters. Youâve got potential, you just need to get rid of the distractions."
You chuckle nervously, still trying to process whatâs happening.
"I never imagined you were like this⌠You always seemed so⌠well-behaved." The words come out with difficulty, your mind still reeling between what you thought you knew about Nayeon and what you're discovering now.
She laughs softly, amused, her eyes half-closed as she replies.
"You canât judge a book by its cover," she says, her voice almost a whispered secret, as if sheâs letting you in on something few people are privileged to know.
She then pulls your hand to her waist, and you squeeze, feeling the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body under your fingers. Nayeonâs body fits against yours in a way that feels almost orchestrated. Her hands, agile and confident, slide down to your thigh, in a way that makes your breathing quicken even more.
And then you feel her touch on your groin. Itâs a slow tease, and she looks into your eyes with a smile thatâs almost victorious.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asks, her voice thick with desire.
Your heart is racing so fast you can barely think of a coherent response, but you nod, without hesitation.
"I do." The word escapes your lips, more of a groan than a response.
Nayeon smiles, that wicked smile you would never have associated with the girl who sat in the front row of the class.
"Iâve been dying to," she murmurs, the heat between you two rising with each second, promising much more than just an intellectual debate.
Nayeon kneels between your legs and prepares to take off her glasses. At that moment, it seems like the last facade of the âwell-behaved nerdâ is about to fall along with them. But you, in a sudden impulse of something even Freud would hesitate to analyze, reach out and say, almost automatically, âNo, leave the glasses on. I like you like that.â
She stops, her fingers still hovering over the frames, and smiles in a way only someone about to change your fate could.
"Really?" She tilts her head, clearly liking the idea. Not just liking itâloving it. The kind of smile she gives you is one of someone whoâs just gained a new strategic advantage in the game.
"Can you⌠do it⌠with the glasses on?" you ask, and honestly, now that the words are in the air, the question seems less weird than it should.
"Of course. If thatâs what you want," Nayeon replies, the smile gaining an edge of provocation that makes you wonder if she hadnât planned this all along.
She reaches for your pants and pulls them down along with your underwear. Nayeon touches your cock, and the sensation makes you realize how small her hands are. With incredibly soft fingers, she grips it firmly, as if evaluating something rare, a treasure sheâs just found. Her eyes, still behind the lenses, look up at you.
"Wow..." she murmurs, impressed. "Itâs so⌠big and thick.â
If you had any chance of keeping your composure, it vanished with that sentence.
"Your hand⌠is so soft," you manage to say, your brain desperately trying to keep up with whatâs happening.
Nayeon smiles.
"Oh, if you liked that, just wait until I put it in my mouth."
And thatâs exactly what she does. Nayeon spits into her palm, the quick, indecent sound echoing in the room, and starts stroking you, her touch now sliding with the ease of something well-lubricated, almost clinicalâif it werenât absolutely pornographic.
And then, with little warning, she swallows.
Just like that. As if sheâd been trained at some secret school of forbidden pleasure, her mouth wraps around your cock, warm, wet, and with a desire bordering on voracious. She looks up at you from below, her glasses still firmly in place.
You writhe in pleasure. Nothing else matters. Not the project, not lifeâs worries. Just Nayeon, and the way she sucks, kisses, and takes you deep, with a dedication that would make anyone believe sheâs indeed âstudyingâ something.
"Iâm going to use my breasts now," she says, stopping briefly, her voice slightly hoarse, as she adjusts her breasts, squeezing them around your cock.
Ah, Nayeonâs breasts. Warm, soft, and incredibly seductive, they create the perfect âpillowâ as she starts giving you a titjob. And the glasses? Still there, perfectly framing her face, turning this whole thing into an improbable, yet wonderful fantasy.
The sensation of her breasts pressing against your cock is a next-level delight. Nayeon, with a mischievous look and a voice barely above a whisper, asks, "Are you enjoying this, babe?"
You can only groan in response, the sensation so intense that words refuse to form properly. Her breasts move up and down, creating a warm, sweaty pressure thatâs almost indescribable. She adjusts the rhythm.
"This is..." you manage to say, your voice hoarse and breaking. "Fuck, this is amazing."
The pleasure builds, a rising heat that seems to have a life of its own as Nayeon keeps working her magic. Her breasts, pressing and rubbing with delicious intensity, create waves of pleasure that only get stronger.
As the rhythm quickens, Nayeon gives a satisfied smile. Her breasts continue to move up and down, the sensation around your cock hot and wet, and you feel the pressure and heat mounting.
You start to squirm, the sensations growing more and more intense. The pleasure is so overwhelming it feels like your body is on the verge of exploding. Nayeon adjusts the pressure and pace, making every touch and movement you feel even more intense.
âAm I making you feel good?â Nayeon asks.
You can only nod, the feeling of being on the brink of climax almost overwhelming. Your moans become more frequent, and you can feel yourself nearing the point of no return... something Nayeon hadnât anticipated.
Then, just as the pleasure reaches an almost unbearable level, you cum. The first spurt surprises her, landing on her face. She stays there, wide-eyed and gasping, her glasses now smeared with your semen. She accepts what happened and keeps stroking you, and the second, weaker spurt drips down onto her breasts, slowly trickling. She finishes the job by rubbing your cock on her chest, spreading your cum all over her breasts until theyâre thoroughly messy. When she stops, you exhale, feeling like youâre in paradise.
âFuck⌠that was so damn good, NayeonâŚâ
She stays still for a moment, her expression a mix of surprise and indignation. The intensity of your orgasm seems to have caught her so off guard that even she needs a moment to process it.
âWhy did you cum?!â Nayeon asks, removing her glasses, her voice filled with a mix of irritation and unfulfilled desire. âYou havenât even fucked me yet!â
Breathless and slightly embarrassed, you try to defuse the situation.
âWell, take it as a compliment,â you say, a sheepish smile forming on your face. âYouâre just too hot for me to handle.â
Luckily for you, this makes Nayeon smile, the irritation melting into a flush. She relaxes, though still with a teasing edge.
âTsk. But next time, donât cum on my glasses,â she says, her voice softer now. âBut if it felt good for you, I guess I can forgive it. Just know that Iâll make sure you get hard for me again,â she says with an authority that makes her even more irresistible.
Nayeon moves closer, slowly, like a predator about to capture its prey, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of challenge and mischief. You feel the air shift as she approaches, as though the entire room is holding its breath for whatâs about to happen.
âTake off your clothes,â she commands, her voice low but filled with an authority that makes you obey without hesitation.
In an instant, youâre naked, sitting on the bed, vulnerable, your heart pounding faster. Nayeon watches you, a smile spreading across her lips, like sheâs admiring a masterpiece sheâs about to perfect. She sits beside you with a calculated calm, and before you know it, her lips are on yoursâsoft at first, then more intense, as if sheâs learning every inch of your mouth.
Between kisses, her hand starts exploring your body, moving slowly, until it reaches exactly where you want it most. Her fingers wrap around your cock, and the touch is... electrifying. Itâs not just any touch; itâs the kind that knows exactly what itâs doing. She strokes you lightly, almost teasingly, while her lips pull away just enough for her to whisper in your ear:
âRemember that time in class when the professor asked me to help you with an assignment?â She pauses, her lips brushing lightly against your ear. âAll I could think about was how much I wanted you to fuck me until I came.â
The effect of her words is immediate. Your entire body reacts before your mind can even catch up. Your cock pulses hard in her hand, almost as if itâs following an unspoken command. She feels it and giggles softly, a sound just as provocative as every move of her fingers.
âLook at youâŚâ she says, her voice full of amusement and a hint of mockery. âYouâre getting hard for me again, arenât you? What a naughty boy.â
Your heart races, and you can hardly respond. All you can do is gaze at her while your desire skyrockets. Her hand moves slowly and deliberately, teasing every part of you, while her eyes stay locked on yours, as if savoring every second.
âHow badly do you want to fuck me?â Nayeon asks, her voice soft but filled with a promise you know sheâll fulfill.
âSo much,â you reply, almost breathless, anticipation taking over every inch of your being.
She smirksâthat dangerous smile that says, "Exactly what I wanted to hear." Her lips return to yours, but this time thereâs more urgency, a hunger building with every passing moment. Her hand moves with more intention now, and your excitement grows at an unimaginable rate.
âI knew you were like thisâŚâ she murmurs between kisses, her lips nearly glued to yours. âSuch a horny little thing, always wanting more.â
She tightens her grip slightly, making you squirm, the pleasure coursing through you with every squeeze, every word whispered like a secret shared only with you.
âYou like this, donât you?â she asks, already knowing the answer. Her eyes glint as her hand continues its strategic work. âYou like me teasing you.â
âYes,â you manage to say, your voice shaky with desire.
Nayeon pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her smile blending amusement with seduction.
âGood, because I love teasing youâŚâ she says, then leans down, as if sheâs about to do something even more daring. Her lips brush against your neck, lightly biting as her hand slides lower, teasing and gripping, leaving you on the edge of collapse.
âThink you can handle another round?â she asks, her voice now full of challenge.
âThereâs only one way to find out,â you respond, trying to keep your composure but knowing youâre completely at her mercy.
âLetâs see then,â she whispers against your skin, and before you know it, sheâs moving down, her lips traveling across your body, and you lean back onto the bed. She leaves a trail of kisses and bites along your chest and stomach, making her way lower.
She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire, and with one final mischievous smile, she leans back up just enough to brush her lips against yours without fully kissing.
âAre you ready to fuck me now?â she asks.
And without a doubt, you are.
Nayeon lies back on the bed, slowly pulling you on top of her until you feel the warmth of her body against yours. The way she molds perfectly beneath you feels like she was made for this. Your hands trace the contours of her breasts, fingers pressing gently against her skin as you slide into her slowly, savoring every second. Your lips meet hers in a slow, intense kiss, tongues moving in sync with the rhythm of your hipsâthrusting in and out, deepening with each stroke.
She moans against your mouth, the sound vibrating through your whole body, making you speed up a little while still keeping control. Nayeon breaks the kiss, throwing her head back, eyes closed, and you take the chance to kiss her neck, tasting the salty sheen of sweat. "You like this, don't you?" you whisper in her ear, your voice low and husky as you keep thrusting, feeling how tightly she clenches around you.
"Fuck⌠yes," she breathes out, her nails now digging into your back, scratching you with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Fuck me harder."
You obey without thinking, picking up the pace, each thrust deeper and more deliberate. Her moans grow louder, almost turning into screams, and it only drives you to go harder. You kiss her again, this time with more urgency, sucking her lower lip between yours as your hips move in a nearly frantic rhythm. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, mixed with her broken moans and your own heavy breathing.
"You're so fucking hot," you say between kisses, softly biting along her jawline as you lose yourself in the sensation. "So tight⌠fuck, Nayeon."
She opens her eyes, looking at you with a mix of challenge and pleasure, her face flushed and sweaty. "Come on, fuck me harder⌠donât stop," she pleads, pulling you down for another kiss, this one desperate, as if she needs every touch of yours to survive. You oblige, thrusting harder, while her moans turn into muffled cries as your mouths stay connected.
But then, you decide to switch positions. Science, after all, is about experimentation. You position her at the edge of the bed, Nayeon's legs lifted and spread wide, her pussy on full displayâpink and pulsing, inviting. The sight makes you lose control for a moment as you grab her thighs, pulling her closer to you. With one hand, you line up your cock, the tip already slick with excitement, before sliding it inside, feeling the warmth wrap around you completely. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mingling with both your moans.
Nayeon looks up at you, a wild gleam in her eyes, completely different from the girl everyone thinks they know. "You're such a filthy pervert," she growls through gritted teeth, her voice low and dripping with lust. "Fucking your study partner like this, so dirty⌠Do you see what you've done to me? The little nerd everyone thinks is so innocent, and look where I am now, all spread out for youâŚ"
The sound of her voice, the moans slipping out as you fuck her harder and deeper, only makes you lose more control. "Innocent?" you mutter, your breathing ragged. "You pretend to be the good little student, but with me, you love being a slut, donât you?"
She lets out a wicked laugh, cut off by a louder moan as you thrust even deeper. "I fucking love it. I love how you make me forget everything⌠I love being your little slut. Iâm all yours, and you can do whatever you want to me."
Your movements grow faster, each thrust pulling louder moans from her. You grip her thighs tight, pulling her into you with each thrust, your eyes fixed on the sight of your cock sliding in and out, completely soaked. "Look at you," you growl, your voice dripping with taunt. "So depraved⌠No one would guess that the nerdy girl from class is here, begging to be fucked like a whore."
Nayeon lets out a long, drawn-out moan, almost a scream, her body arching beneath you, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "Yes! Fuck me harder, fuck! I want you to know this is what I love⌠I love being the little nerd only you can fuck like this. Faster, harder!"
You don't hesitate, your hips slamming against hers in a frenzied pace, the heat and pressure of every thrust consuming you both. Her legs tremble, and you keep pounding with force and precision. "Admit it, Nayeon," you say through gritted teeth, picking up the pace. "You love being my little slutâŚ"
She opens her eyes, staring at you with an almost possessive intensity. "Fuck, yes! Iâm your slut. Fuck me more, fuck my pussy like Iâm only yoursâŚ" You lower yourself onto her, kissing her hard, pouring every bit of your heat into her through the kiss as you keep thrusting, and between desperate, erratic kisses, she gasps, "Take me from behind now. I want you deep inside me, you filthy pervert!â
You pull away from her, and Nayeon promptly positions herself on your messy bed, arching her back, ready. Your approach is almost reverent. You position yourself behind her as you lower your head slowly, your eyes tracing the sight she offersâher wet pussy, swollen with excitement, and just above, her tight little ass, teasing you. Sheâs so exposed, so vulnerable, yet thereâs a confidence in her, like sheâs fully aware of whatâs coming. And thatâs exactly what turns her on.
Before making a move, you let your warm breath brush against her skin, sending shivers through her body. Nayeon lets out a shaky sigh, and her back arches even more. âDonât make me waitâŚâ she murmurs, a mix of urgency and need in her voice.
With a sly grin, you lower your mouth, and your tongue finally touches the slick entrance of her pussy. The taste is addictive, just as you suspected. You start with soft, long licks, gliding along the length of her lips, savoring every drop of her juices. Nayeon responds immediately, letting out quiet moans, her breathing already quickening.
âYou⌠know exactly what youâre doing, donât you?â she asks, her voice broken by little gasps.
You chuckle lightly between licks but donât answer. Your hands firmly grip Nayeonâs ass, keeping her in place as your tongue slides deeper, exploring her sensitive folds. Each time you graze the entrance of her pussy, it clenches, almost begging to be filled, but you refuse to give her everything at once. Instead, you decide to tease her even more.
Sliding your tongue upward, you slowly trace circles around her tight little asshole, making it wet with your saliva. The reaction is instantâNayeonâs body trembles, and her moans intensify. âOh my God⌠keep going⌠pleaseâŚâ she whispers, her voice a desperate plea.
You alternate between quick, gentle licks, sometimes focusing on her swollen, slick pussy, other times on her sensitive ass, driving her to the brink of losing control. Your tongue dances between the two spots, teasing and pleasing her at the same time. With every new touch, Nayeonâs moans grow louder, more urgent.
âYou⌠you like this, donât you, you pervert?â she asks with a muffled voice, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.
âI love how you taste,â you murmur against her skin.
She lets out a breathy laugh, somewhere between pleasure and disbelief. âOf course you do, Iâm⌠delicious.â And you canât help but agree. Your tongue continues to explore, licking deep into her pussy and then sliding up to her ass, enjoying the way her body reacts to every touch. Your fingers dig into her ass cheeks harder, leaving red marks on her pale skin.
Nayeonâs moans mix with uncontrollable whispers, each word escaping between ragged breaths. âPlease⌠youâre killing me,â she begs, her voice thick with pleasure, her eyes half-closed in pure lust. âFuck me⌠just fuck me already!â
Her plea is desperate, loaded with an almost imperious urgency, and you, with a mischievous smile, position yourself behind her, watching as she pushes her ass higher, her slick pussy begging for more. âYou sure you can take it?â you tease, your hands already gripping her hips, but before she can even respond, you pull her back, aligning yourself with precision, the head of your cock brushing against her lips.
âJust do it, fuck,â Nayeon shouts, her tone commanding but dripping with so much desire that you canât resist. In one swift motion, you thrust into her, and the wet heat of her pussy envelops you completely. Pleasure shoots through you like an electric current, and she arches her back, pushing against you, as if begging you to go deeper, faster.
You start slowly, savoring each thrust, each inch sliding in and out of her, but soon the pace picks up, driven by the uncontrollable moans pouring out of Nayeon. âFaster⌠harder,â she moans, her voice faltering with each deeper thrust, and you donât hesitate. Your hands sink into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her steady as you speed up, the thrusts becoming more intense, more brutal.
âLook at you, so prim and proper in class, but hereâŚâ you say between thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. âHere youâre just my little slut. The nerd who loves being fucked like a whore.â
Nayeon moans loudly, her voice breaking into wicked laughter. âIs that what you want, huh? To know the nerd loves being fucked like this, like a depraved little slut⌠Make me scream, fuck!â
With each slap to her ass, she moans louder, her pale skin turning red with every hit. âHit me harder,â she begs, her eyes gleaming with pleasure, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. And you oblige, slapping her harder, leaving red marks as you bury yourself deeper inside her.
âYouâre an unbelievable slut,â you growl, picking up the pace, each thrust drawing louder and more desperate moans from her. âYou pretend to be so good, but look at you now⌠begging for more.â
âIâm your slut,â she screams, pushing her ass back against you even harder. âDo whatever you want with me⌠I love being fucked like this, fuck! Make me yours, make me cum.â
You keep going, your thrusts becoming frenzied, your hips moving with an uncontrollable speed and intensity. âFuck, look at you,â you taunt, feeling your own pleasure building. âYou love being treated like this, like a desperate little whore. Scream for me, Nayeon.â
âYes, yes!â she screams, her voice thick with pleasure, almost hoarse. âFuck me until I canât take it anymore, babe!â
Her body trembling as her climax approaches. Suddenly, she arches her back, pushing her ass harder against you, and her voice cracks as she screams, âIâm... going... to cum!â
Her pussy clenches tightly around your cock, pulsing and shaking as sheâs overtaken by the orgasm, her whole body shuddering in ecstasy while your relentless thrusts continue. But you don't stop. Her pleasure only drives you further, each thrust pulling everything out of her, Nayeonâs body writhing, each scream feeding your own growing desire.
âYeah⌠Fuck me, make me yours,â she keeps begging, even in the middle of her own climax, completely surrendered to the sensation.
You can feel your own orgasm building, heat rising fast, pressure mounting. âIâm going to cum,â you warn, your voice rough and broken, unable to stop as the final thrusts send you both over the edge.
The feeling of her pulsating pussy around your cock pushes you to the brink, and with one last frustrated groan, you pull out. Nayeon gasps for a moment, recovering from her orgasm as she kneels down on the floor, almost like she already knows what to do â and, honestly, she does. Her eyes lock on you, her face slightly flushed, and her mouth already open, waiting eagerly like the diligent student she is.
You grip your cock with one hand, still throbbing, and bring it to her lips. With her mouth wide, Nayeon wraps her lips around you once more, sucking softly with a gentleness that almost belies the fevered desire etched across her face. You pull out of her mouth, stroking yourself quickly, feeling the pressure mounting further.
Nayeon waits, obedient, with her tongue stretched out, her eyes hungry and fixed on you, knowing exactly the effect that has on you. When the moment hits, the first spurt of cum lands on her warm tongue, and Nayeon doesnât even blink. She takes it all in with pleasure, as you empty yourself into her mouth, your body shuddering, nearly out of control.
She keeps her mouth open the entire time, her tongue coated in your cum, and when you finally finish, she closes her lips, licking them as the taste spreads. With perfect manners, she shows you her full mouth, eyes full of playful mischief, and then, without breaking eye contact, she swallows it all in one gulp, her throat moving slowly.
âSee?â she says with a satisfied smile, as if sheâd just passed a test with flying colors. âI swallowed it all without spilling a drop.â
But, of course, Nayeon, ever the overachiever, wasnât finished. Before you can catch your breath, she leans in again, taking your sensitive cock into her mouth, sucking with an intensity that makes you moan involuntarily. The jolt of pleasure is so sharp that you try to pull away, your body trembling, but she holds you firmly, her mouth working at a pace that borders on cruel.
âFuck!... I canât take any more!â you try to protest, your voice breaking, but Nayeon just hums in response, pulling you out only long enough to say, âNot yet,â before closing her lips around you again, sucking you until, finally, she decides sheâs satisfied.
When she releases you, youâre left gasping, almost paralyzed from the intensity of it all. Nayeon smiles sweetly, victorious, wiping the corner of her mouth with her fingers before saying with calm satisfaction, âMmm, Now that was delicious.â
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As you desperately gulp water from your bottle, the silence that follows your impromptu "study session" lingers heavily in the air, a strange return to reality. Nayeon had stood up, her hair still slightly messy and a small smile playing on her lips, before heading to the bathroom. She walked with the confidence of someone who had just solved a particularly tricky math problem.
And now you're here, staring at the bathroom door, listening to the sound of water as she washes her face and cleans her glasses, removing any trace of... well, *you*. Then, because life loves to remind you that nothing is ever simple, your mind starts to wander. What, exactly, just happened? Oh, right. You were working on a project. A project that, incidentally, hasnât moved an inch forward.
Nayeon steps out of the bathroom, picking up the discarded clothes from the floor, dressing herself piece by piece, taking her time, like you were a couple with decades of shared intimacy. She finishes by adjusting her glasses, almost like sheâs putting a crown back on after a victorious battle. She sits back down in her chair, opens the laptop as if nothing had happened, and lets out a satisfied but determined sigh.
âAlright,â she says, as if she hadnât just left you weak-kneed. âLetâs get back to the project.â
You stare at her, incredulous. As if it were possible to get back to the project after that.
And then you realize youâre still naked. You quickly slip on your boxers and pants.
âTo be honest, I donât think I can focus on my part right now,â you admit, your voice still a bit hoarse.
âDonât worry. Iâll take care of everything.â She smiles that smileâa mix of mischief and... surprisingly efficient academic prowess. âAs long as you keep fucking me, of course. I have to be rewarded somehow.â
Youâre speechless for a moment, because, well... you donât exactly have a counterargument. In fact, it seems like the best deal youâve ever made in your life.
âDeal,â you say, trying to sound cool, as if you werenât absolutely thrilled by the arrangement.
Inside, though, youâre jumping for joy.
She adjusts her glasses, watching you for a moment, and you notice that glint in her eyesâa mix of ego, intelligence, and... something else that makes your heart race. Or maybe itâs just the recent sex.
Hard to say.
âBut,â she cuts through your thoughts with a serious tone, âno one can know about this. We have to meet in secret. No telling anyone.â
âI swear I wonât tell.â
You wonder how you ended up in this situation, but the answer seems obvious. Who in their right mind would turn down a request like that?
She smiles, satisfied, and turns her attention back to the laptop, as if everything were perfectly resolved.
âBesides,â Nayeon adds, without looking up, âif you need help with any other subject, you can count on me. After all, I think we work well together, donât we?â
You just nod, but thereâs something about herâsomething between the proud nerd and the bold confidenceâthat drives you wild. Wild with desire, of course, but also something deeper. And as you watch her, so focused, adjusting her glasses like sheâs planning the next phase of a secret mission, you realize that youâre falling for the class nerd.
Yes, sheâs hot. Yes, she has a way of disarming you at every turn.
But itâs more than that. Itâs as if every time she looks at you with that âknow-it-allâ air or talks about a complicated academic concept, your mind equates it with something incredibly sexy. And suddenly, your love life has turned into an equation you canâtâand donât want toâsolve.
And, of course, the fact that sheâs amazing in bed doesnât hurt, either.
âShould we meet tomorrow?â you ask casually.
Nayeon doesnât even look up, just gives a small âmm-hmmâ of confirmation, her fingers still typing away.
âYour place again. Same time. Clean up your room... And answer the door in your boxers.â
She glances at you slightly, smiling, and you know exactly what that smile means. And, well, youâre not in any position to complain. In fact, if studying had always been like this, maybe you'd have been the best student in class.
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As you walk Nayeon to the door, you canât help but think that maybe youâve uncovered the true secret to academic success. And who would have thought it was a sexy nerd with glasses who secretly turned out to be a naughty girl who liked sneaking off for sex?
As she leaves, you canât help but smile when your eyes meet one last time. Not just because of the deal youâve just made, but because, for the first time in a long while, youâre genuinely excited to "study" with someone. Suddenly, the academic world seems a lot more interesting.
You close the door, but something lingers in the air. Maybe itâs the smell of your sweatâyou still havenât showered, after all. Maybe itâs the trace of Nayeonâs perfume. Or maybe, just maybe, itâs the beginning of one of the most unexpectedly erotic adventures of your life.
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A/n: Please forgive any typos or grammatical errors, English is not my first language. Thanks for reading.
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Aegon has been in love with reader for years but she got betrothed to Aemond. She finds Aegon drunk at her door and she takes him in. He tells her he loves her and make smut happen please
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When the news dropped, Aegon was devastated. He had always known his feelings for you ran deep, but hearing that you were to be betrothed to his own brother made him regret not asking for your hand sooner. The thought of losing you to Aemond gnawed at his heart.
In a fit of fury, Aegon stormed into Aemond's chambers, his eyes blazing with anger. ââYou knew of my feelings for her, how can you do this to me?ââ he spat, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation.Â
Aemond looked up from his book, his expression calm and composed. ââFather wanted to unite our families. Iâm only doing my duty,ââ he replied, his tone measured and devoid of emotion.
Aegonâs frustration boiled over. He slammed his fist on the table, making the goblets and plates clatter. ââFuck duty!ââ he shouted. His voice broke as he continued, ââI justâŚI just want her.ââ
Aemond sighed, placing his book aside. ââI was asked to marry her, not you. You already have the throne.ââ
The throne was given to him because he was the first son. Aegon never asked for it, never cared for ruling or showed interest in politics. He would rather spend his life with you and Sunfyre than sit on the Iron Throne.Â
ââI would exchange my birthright for her in a heartbeat,ââ he confessed, his voice unwavering. Â
Later at dinner, Aegon didnât come down to eat. He couldn't beat the idea of seeing you sitting beside Aemond during a meal. So, he stayed in his chamber, drowning himself with wine. His goblet wasnât even empty that he would fill it up again.Â
He drank until the sun went down and his pitcher was almost empty, and fell asleep on his couch with his goblet in hand. It wasnât surprising considering how much he had drunk.Â
When Aegon woke a few hours later, the castle was sleeping under the cover of darkness. He stood and found himself stumbling through the corridors. His feet carried him to your door in the guest wing, having been many many times. You always took the same chamber when you visited Kingâs Landing. Aegon raised his fist to knock, but before he could, the door creaked open.
You expected to find a servant with your tea, but instead found your uncle Aegon. A frown of surprise and concern creased between your eyebrows. ââAegon? What are you doing here?ââ
He swayed slightly, leaning heavily against the doorframe with his undershirt untucked from his breeches. His eyes were red, his expression a mixture of anger and sorrow. ââYou canât marry him. Please, donât marry him,ââ he mumbled, his words slurred from the wine.
You should have walked him back to his chamber or alert the Queen of her sonâs state, but instead you stepped aside and gestured for him to come in.Â
Aegon stumbled through the doorway, and you came to his side, helping him sit onto the bed bench. He leaned forwards as you let go of him, resting his forearms on his thighs and his spinning head in his hands.Â
You watched him with a heavy heart, guilt knotting your stomach. ââIâm sorry for the betrothal. I wanted to tell you myself, but our parents sent the ravens before I could.ââÂ
ââDonât marry Aemond.ââ Aegon grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him. ââDonât do this to me.ââ He looked up at you, his eyes pleading.Â
You stayed silent, looking down at him. There were a hundred reasons you should put a stop to this right now. Aegon was drunk. He wasnât in his right mind. And yet, seeing him like this, vulnerability written all over him, made your heart ache for him.Â
ââYouâre drunk. This wasnât a good idea. Letâs get you back to your chamber.ââ You reached for his arm to help him up, but grabbed your wrist. ââAegonâŚââ you sighed.
He pulled you closer to him, but you remained standing. Aegonâs voice was barely a whisper, his words more a plea than a demand. ââItâs me you should marry, not my brother.ââÂ
You pulled on your wrist, but his grip only tightened. ââAegon, let go. Youâre drunk. You donât know what youâre saying.ââÂ
He shook his head, his eyes fixated on yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. ââI know exactly what Iâm saying. IâŚI love you. I always have. And I canât bear the thought of you marrying him.ââÂ
Your heart was racing in your chest.Â
Despite the feud between your mothers, you and Aegon had always been close. He was there when you claimed your dragon, took the blame when you got caught stealing lemon cakes in the kitchen, and always invited you to dance at gatherings, even though he hated dancing. He even exchanged letters with you when you moved to Dragonstone, secretly writing back despite his terrible handwriting and his mother's interdiction. You were his favorite person, the only one he felt truly cared for him.
And now, he was sitting in your chamber, confessing his feelings to you out of pain and desperation.
You wanted to scream.Â
At yourself for not recognizing his underlying feelings. At him for not saying those words sooner. At your mother and grandsire for arranging a betrothal with Aemond. He was closer to you in age, mayhaps it was the reason for their decision? And most of all, at the cruel twist of fate that had kept you blind to what was right in front of you.
You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Thoughts swirled chaotically in your mind, overwhelming you. You needed time to think, time to process everything.Â
But time wasnât in your hands, it was ticking and passing fast, so you crashed your lips on Aegonâs. He brought you down to his lap, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed across your hips and thighs and everything he could get his hands on in a desperate attempt to bring you closer. You could taste the wine on his lips, the bitter alcohol still lingering in his mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair as a moan left his throat, igniting the fire between two dragons.
Impatient, Aegon pulled at the laces of your nightgown while you discarded him of his undershirt and threw it on the floor. Your nightgown found the same fate, goosebumps rising across your skin from the cool air or the room.Â
His hands skimmed along your sides, coming to rest on your hips as he rocked against you, his body betraying his need. The rough fabric of his breeches brushed against your bare cunt, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.Â
Your lips moved from his lips to his jaw, trailing a path of kisses along his jawline and down to his neck. His breath caught in his throat as your lips and teeth found the sensitive spot between his collarbone and throat. Aegon let out a soft moan, his hands gripping your thighs tighter. His fingers dug into your skin, leaving small imprints that would surely turn into bruises come morning.
His hands continued to roam, exploring every inch of your body that he could reach. He moved his lips down to your chest, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your breasts. You arched your back in response, the feeling of his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.
What you were doing was wrong and breaking many rules, but you couldnât stop. It felt too good.Â
Aegon pushed you back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours as he found your lips again. His hands fumbled with the ties of his breeches, desperately trying to undo them while keeping the kiss going. A soft groan escaped him as he managed to push them down, freeing himself from the constricting material.Â
The feeling of his bare skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine. His body was hot and demanding as he pressed himself closer to you. A gasp left your lips when you felt the head of his cock against your folds, surprised by how warm it felt.Â
You gripped his shoulder as Aegon pushed himself inside, your walls closing around him in a snug grip. Aegonâs breath hitched from how tight you felt, his eyes closing briefly as he sank deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as your body adjusted to him.Â
When he started to move, you felt like he was splitting you in halfâŚbut in a good way. You clawed at his back, soft little sighs spilling from your lips as Aegon thrusted into you.Â
Unfortunately, the pleasure didnât last long. You were so wet and squeezing him too good that after only a few thrusts, Aegon spilled inside you.Â
In his defense, he was drunk and not entirely in control of his cock.Â
The sunlight coming through the large window woke you up. You turned away from the window and buried your face into your pillow, trying to fall back asleep, but your arm came into contact with something â someone.Â
You opened your eyes, the late events of the night surfacing, and saw Aegon lying beside you. He was still fast asleep, his white hair tousled and messy. His face was relaxed, a stark contrast from his drunkenness. For a moment, you just watched him. He looked so peaceful and calm when he slept.
The light streamed over his face, illuminating the sharp planes and angles of his features. You reached out, gently brushing away a strand of hair from his forehead.Â
He stirred at your touch, but didnât open his eyes. ââWhat is it, Mother?ââÂ
You chuckled softly, watching as Aegon stirred in his sleep.Â
He mumbled again, shifting under the covers. His eyes still closed, he reached out blindly and brushed his fingers against your waist. The contact startled him, not expecting to find another body in his bed, and he opened his eyes.Â
A mixture of embarrassment and confusion flickered across his face, remembering his drunk stumble into your chamber.Â
ââIâm sorry for last night,ââ Aegon apologized, his voice strained and hoarse because of how dry his mouth felt. ââI made a fool of myself, didnât I?ââÂ
You decided against mentioning his short sexual performance. ââMore than usual? No.ââÂ
He laughed, then groaned as his head pounded.Â
ââAegon?ââ you said quietly. He hummed. ââWhy didnât you say you have feelings for me?ââÂ
ââBecause I enjoy self-sabotaging my life.ââÂ
You swatted his arm.Â
ââI need to speak to my mother,ââ you declared after a moment of silence.Â
The hour was early, but she should be awake.Â
You climbed out of bed, your naked body exposed in the bright light of day as you moved around your chamber. There was an ache between your legs, reminiscent of Aegonâs passage inside your intimate part.Â
ââI do not wish to go through the same suffering she endured in her first marriage.ââ You grabbed a dress from the wardrobe and dressed yourself. It was more difficult without the help of a handmaid. ââAnd I know exactly how to convince her to call off the betrothal. I broke my vows to Aemond, I let you take my maidenhood. They will have no choice but to let us wed.ââ
â
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Fashion Killer - LN
In which Mr Norris is left speechless over a sundress.
Warnings: NSFW - smut. unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving / giving), friends with benefits, soft dom!lando,
Lan <3 - are you coming to the race?
Miami Grand Prix. In which the men on the grid couldnât get away from models. Families definitely werenât invited to this exhilarating mess of a weekend.
On my way sweet cheeks, please find me the coldest drink you can. - sent
Lando couldnât care less what model they had behind him, trying to seem interested in the sport. He was watching her walk to the paddock in that ridiculously perfect sundress.
Loose, hung perfectly over her american doll legs. The cream of the linen light and only complimented by her brunette hair curled to perfection on her sides. He could practically feel how soft the stands felt as his hands gripped his bottle.
The tan she sported a crude reminder of her skimpy attire she had been living in whilst they lounged around the villa the last few days. He got them the quiet space, filled it with his friends to distract everyone and then revelled in her presence.
Bright smile on her cheeks as she waved for the cameras. Max Fewtrell by her side as they came to join Norris after supporting Fewtrell with his racing activities.
âHow are you dressed in that.â She groaned, slipping onto a stool next to him. Lando had to peel his eyes off her legs before he ditched the car to catch a ride instead.
âMy job, honey.â He chuckled, holding out his bottle for her. Bad idea.
He watched her lips wrap around the straw. Heâs taken back to when he was teaching her how to use the bottles, and somehow ended up with a blowjob.
Final calls were being made to start the pre race media, so Lando stood up and opened his arms for his friends to fall into them.
âGo get em tiger.â She chuckled, the bottle handed back to him with the deep pink stain of her lipstick around the top of it. God how Lando wished to be a straw.
He certainly got them, coming first place for the first time in his career. He dripped with sweat, and some water heâs poured over his face, gleaming ear to ear. His tan still deep golden next to his orange suit.
The celebrations were never ending. From the crowd, his team, other garages and of course his fellow drivers. They poured into his villa, music and drinks flowing freely. The hum of chatter with the occasional cheer as the winner would join conversations. He worked his way round, trying to find the girl heâs been thinking about every second of the day.
âThought Iâd lost you.â He made her jump, slipping into her room. She turned from her position in front of the mirror, earrings in hand.
âI was just going to change.â
âBut you look fit.â He could help but speak his mind. The filter between them had been lost about 6 shags ago.
âHave caught you staring a few times.â
âOh no, punish me for my crimes please.â
He sneered, falling back onto the plush white bed. She rolled her eyes, placing the earrings down. The carpet muffled her steps, letting her slip between his open legs quietly.
âArenât you meant to be celebrating?â She teased, arms crossed as he peaked a look at her:
âI am, whatâs my prize?â He hummed, sitting up to place his hands on the back of her thighs. Cheeky eyes gazed up at her, watching as her lip caught between her teeth. His thumbs worked circles into the soft skin. She didnât know if she was desperate, but it felt like they slowly moved inwards.
The music vibrated through the floor, which she was quick to notice when she dropped to her knees. Lando couldnât help the smirk taken over him, quickly removing anything in the way. He propped back on elbows as she finally took him into her hands.
Profanities rough from his throat as she took him down hers, tongue tracing the vein down the side of him. Bobbing her head, tongue piercing running over his top just how he liked. He throbbed, excitement having built up all day. She hummed, smirking when his head would fall back from watching her.
âShit baby câmere.â He ran a hand over her jaw, pushing her off his stained cock. He had the stamina for races in incredible heats, but she knew just how to ruin a man. He slipped off his tshirt in a blink, hands back glued to her hips as he pulled her to straddle his legs.
When she moved to slip her dress off, he caught her wrists, pushing them behind her back to drop them there. Her insides giddy with the move, grinding down slowly on his crotch.
âNo chance. Youâve been teasing me with this all day.â He spoke against her neck, leaving sloppy kisses and sucks on any exposed skin. She didnât even notice his fingers lingering over her panties, moving them to the side.
âLando.â She whined, arms now hooked around his neck. He kneaded her arse, hips, tits as he sunk into her slowly. Her head rolled, moans covered up by the sounds of some asap song underneath them.
He could barely speak, weak moans fell from his open mouth as she took more control. Moving up and down at her own speed, occasionally rolling her hips to get him to hit that one spot.
She gasped, eyes shut as she rolled continuously into the same spot. Lando knew the tightness, he knew what it meant for you to get close.
âJust like that pretty girl.â He cooed, fingers brushing slowly over her clit in an aggravating manor. A string of swear words left the previously painted lips as she rolled, now mixing between rutting against his fingers and his cock.
Thank god for the loud music as she came for the first time that night, her body spasms into his as the rocking comes to an end.
âYou good?â He checked, hands playing with the hem of her dress.
âSo good.â Practically drooling, Lando chuckled at the cock drunk girl slumped into him. He attached his lips to hers, lifting her up to swap them around. Her legs rested over the end of the bed, not having a chance to even prop herself up before Lando licked a stripe through her folds.
It was a guilty pleasure of Landoâs, enjoying her bodyâs reactions to the way he rolled his tongue over her bud. Her legs wrapped around his head, before spreading again as she ran her fingers through his curls. She moaned out as Lando spat into her opening, the smile on his lips almost pushed her over the edge itself. And there she came, for a second time.
âYouâre so gorgeous.â He complimented, overwhelmed by the look of her on the bed currently. Fucked out, face flushed and smiling. Hair sprawled out over the mattress, looking like a goddess. It made him harder to just look.
âFuck me Lando.â She pulled him back in, heel digging into this back causing him to practically fall forward. He pretended to be shocked, moving her ankles to hang over her shoulders as he got right back to it.
âSo fucking tight.â He hissed, fucking in and out of her and she swore he was in her stomach. He knew he was nearly fucked out, her nails digging into his stomach hinted the feeling was mutual.
Before he could pull out, he was pushing the warmth into her further. Moaning out probably a bit too loud, stilling completely as they both caught their breaths. Once he had pulled out, he was helping her clean up, pulling the dress back down to sit perfectly again.
âWear that dress for me again sometime.â
âThatâs a boyfriend privilege Norris.â
ââââââ
Thank you for reading! New to the scene, so send any prompts/inspo over. I hope to write lots more for ya ;)
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stubborn heart ch. 1
yan!capitano x wife!reader
summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.
she/her pronouns are used
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âJust give me someone who wonât cause any trouble or annoy me.â
Capitano didnât understand the point of this meeting, nor did he understand why he needed a wife either. It was all meaningless.
âNot interested in the feisty ones, Capitano?â
The captain shifted his focus to Pantalone before looking at Pierro, âI am simply uninterested. But if this must happen, then I would prefer it to be someone who wonât get in my way nor expect anything from me.â
âThat will be difficult. Do you realize how hard itâll be to find a young maiden like that? Most high society women I know always expect extravagant things.â
âSomeone from the middle or lower class will be fine.â
Arlecchino finally spoke up, her eyes looking to the captain with an unknown scrutiny within her eyes, âI do know of someone⌠Sheâs one of the children of the House of the Hearth.â
âOh, great idea! Let him marry a child.â
Arlecchino glared at the doctor, âfor your information she is not a child, when I say she is one of the hearthâs children, I am merely stating she was raised there. She is a young woman. Independent. Keeps to herself. She isnât picky nor does she want anything for herself. Incredibly modest to a fault and very quiet. She isnât strong and works more as a maid in the House of the Hearth than as anything else, but she understands what the fatui does and will not get in your way for any reason.â
She crossed her arms over her chest, âthough, I will warn you, if you end up marrying her, I will not tolerate any harm that you may give her. I do not care how strong you are compared to me. Hurt her, and you will die.â
âWell, Capitano,â the jester spoke.
The captain looked to Arlecchino. Marrying a highborn lady would be far too much trouble.
âAlright.â
âWould you like to meet her?â
âThat is not necessary.â
Y/n, all the while, rung her hands nervously. Her fingers incessantly playing with the ends up her sleeves. When Father had left for the harbinger meeting, she thought it would be like any other, but when Father had come back, she was immediately informed that she were to marry another harbinger. She doesnât remember what happened after that because she ended up fainting right then and there as she was sweeping the floor. And what is worse is that Father had actually brought the said harbinger to where y/n was cleaning which means he saw her freeze up and faint. From start to finish.
But she couldnât help it!
In Snezhnaya, the harbingers are revered. They were powerful. Strong. Scary even. How was a normal person supposed to react when told they were going to marry a harbinger anyway?!
âYouâre awake.â
The moment her eyes cracked open Lord Arlecchino (Father) was already sitting next to her bedside waiting for her.
âFather!â
Arlecchino stopped her from sitting up too quickly.
âLay down. There is no rush.â
Y/n laid back down, her eyes darting to the door and then back to Arlecchino. It was faint, but she could definitely sense someone waiting just outside.
âUhm⌠what you said beforeâŚ,â y/n managed to mumble out.
âYesâŚ,â Arlecchino said, âthe marriage with a harbinger.â
âWhy me?â
âBecause your life isnât here.â
âBut I like it here-â
âThere is more for you elsewhere. Knowing you, you will never ask for anything more unlike my other children.â
Y/n let Arlecchinoâs words sink in and ultimately decided not to fuss about it, âI- I understand⌠who is it? The harbinger I am going to marry, I mean.â
Arlecchino looked to the door which was when Il Capitano walked in. His mere presence alone was enough to cause you to shake within the safety of the bedsheets, Her hands unconsciously pulling the covers closer as if trying to shield herself from a monster under her bed.
âH- hello, Capitano.â
She hated how she stuttered over her own words, but she decided not to dwell on it. I mean, she did faint in front of him for a first impression, so a little stutter wasnât going to kill her.
âShe will do.â
Annnnd y/n fainted again.
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The Twisted Wonderland orange peel theory
The orange peel theory: A theory in which one requests their significant other to peel an orange for them. If they say yes, then it means they are willing to do small tasks for their lover. If they say no, it may suggest they are less willing to offer support, the theory says.
featuring: Lilia, Malleus, Trey, Rook, Vil, Leona, Ruggie, Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Jade, Floyd
Sitting around in the presence of your beloved whilst holding an orange, you glance at him contemplating something. You decided to put him to the test! Will he pass?
General warnings: Gender-neutral reader. Also if you don't like oranges/are allergic to them, just imagine something else! <3
TW: None! Just fluff <3
Lilia
Your fae lover sat at his computer playing away at his video game while you lay upon his bed fiddling with an orange in hand. You glanced over at him, turning around to lay on your stomach and holding out the orange.
"Lilia, love?" You asked.
"Yes, darling?" He replied, eyes glued to his screen
"Will you peel this orange for me please?" He paused his movements and turned his head to look at you with a carefree smile upon his face. Without hesitation, he grabbed the orange out of your hand and began peeling away at the skin and discard it in the garbage that sat next to his gaming desk. You giggled slightly and thanked him with a kiss against his cheek, Lilia removing himself from his computer and engulfing you in a hug tackling you to the bed.
"If you wanted my attention, surely you could have found something more creative than peeling an orange, my little bat~"
verdict: Pass! He had the wrong idea of your intentions, but he still won.
Malleus
"Malleus," You asked the tall male, interrupting his focus in crafting the gargoyle he had been paying attention to, holding out the orange in your hand.
"Yes?" He asked, averting his attention from his craft to attentively look at you. He glanced at the orange and flicked his eyes back to yours, tilting his head in confusion.
"Will you peel this for me, please?" Malleus had furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly- a frown upon his lips as he studied the fruit.
"Are you struggling with peeling it by yourself?" He asked in genuine concern, grasping your hands to study them, "Are you experiencing any pain that is hindering your skills?" You giggled at his strangely focused pout while analyzing your hands, it wasn't even a moment later before he used his magic to lift the orange, peel it, and even take apart each of the slices before grabbing it with his hands and holding one to your mouth.
"Here, I shall feed you. No need to further strain your hands, dearest."
Verdict: Pass...? he has the spirit!!
Trey
The moment you were studying the orange dubiously with an interesting look of focus immediately caught his attention. You didn't even have to ask Trey before he was asking for you!
"Would you like me to peel that for you? You've been staring at it for a while," He chuckled. You smiled up at him and held out the orange with enthusiasm and a nod. He took it gracefully and peeled it perfectly, handing it back and throwing away the peels for you.
"You're the sweetest," You smiled whilst popping a slice into your mouth, Trey responding with a bashful smile and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"There's no need for that...you just seemed deep in thought, so it was more or less an excuse to bring that up. Is something on your mind? You can talk to me about anything."
Verdict: Pass with flying colors!
Rook
"Rooook!" You called out holding an orange to the sky, "Can you peel this orange for me, please!? I don't want my hands to smell like oranges!" You seemed to be calling out into the woods at nothing, but in reality you were sitting against a tree waiting for Rook to finish hunting. You decided to put his loyalty to the test. You heard rustling around before an arrow zoomed past the top of your head, piercing the orange out of your hand and hitting the tree.
Your jaw slacked open, mortified.
You trusted Rook with your life, yes, but he likes to test this sometimes.
"If that is what your heart desires, of course I shall peel this orange for you, my beloved!" He skipped over and took the orange off of the tip of the arrow and began to peel away at it. You stared at him in horror.
"...Rook."
"oui?" An innocent smile as he worked away at the...now miss-shapen fruit.
"Go get me a new orange."
Verdict: ...Questionable pass..? He went and got you a new orange, and peeled it properly for you.
Vil
"Can you peel this for me?" Vil glanced over with furrowed eyebrows and a frown upon his perfect features.
"Why do you require my assistance in peeling an orange? Are you unable to do it yourself?" The question was valid and innocent enough, but you were determined to go through with this challenge.
"Just do it, please?" You gave him puppy eyes, "I don't want to get the peeling under my nails." An excuse you felt he would be able to understand, surely!
"And you believe I do?" He retorted.
TouchĂŠ...
You flashed him a pout, and he caved. Vil sighed and held out his hand for you to place the orange, slowly and with care removing it's peel. You gave him a bright smile and a little giggle, for you knew he always caves eventually when it comes to you. He loves that part of you though, how you seem to always brighten up at the smallest of things. It's a part of your charm.
"What are you giggling about? It's just an orange, silly potato. You get excited over the most random of things..."
Verdict: Pass with some push
Leona
"No." He was pretty immediate to reject your question. You began to whine and pester him.
"Leona! Please? Will you do just this little thing for me?" You gave him puppy eyes, to which he sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes.
"Why can't you do it yourself?"
"Because I want you to do it."
"That's not an answer."
"Why do I need to have a reason?"
"You woke me up from my nap to peel an orange."
"And?"
He turned around to fall back asleep, you responded with shaking his body and complaining to your lover. Leona turned his body and used his strong arms to pull you into his chest.
"Stop your whining and take a nap with me, herbivore. The orange can wait."
Verdict: Fail...? but in a weird way. You get it?
Ruggie
"Eh?" Ruggie looked up at you with wide eyes, "Peel an orange? Why?" You pouted at the brown haired heyena and placed your free hand upon your hips.
"Because you're my boyfriend, and i'm asking you oh-so-nicely..." He shrugged and took the orange, peeling it.
And then, when you thought he was being extra nice to you and peeling away the slices for you to eat, he took half of the orange and popped it into his mouth. Much to your dismay.
"My orange!!" You complained. Ruggie handed you the other half and laughed.
"What? There's always a price for labor, even if it's just an orange! Besides, you're my s/o, and I wanted it oh-so-bad...sharing is caring, right?"
Verdict: Pass...and you made him go get you another orange. In which he also ate half of before it got to you.
Ace
"Peel this for me," You said in the middle of watching a movie, holding out the orange. Ace eyed it dubiously before looking back up at you.
"Eh? Why can't you do it yourself?" He whined, "I don't wanna smell like oranges."
"Ace, please? for me?" He gave you a deadpan stare and you spent a solid minute just looking at each other in a silent battle. He then sighed loudly and obviously theatrically, snatching the orange away from you and peeling it (not without some attitude.)
"I don't get it...I've seen you peel oranges so many times. I don't think you actually care about smelling like oranges, somethin' else is definitely going on here!"
Verdict: Lowkey failed, but that's okay. Eventually, it worked!
Deuce
"Deuce, can you peel this for me, please?" You asked the blue eyed male, offering up the orange.
Deuce was pretty fast to jump to the opportunity to peel it for you. He likes when you can depend on him on such tasks that are seemingly mundane, it makes him feel important, that you trust him. Even though it isn't that deep. Grabbing the orange and peeling it with eagerness, you smiled fondly at him.
"Here you go!" He said proudly, handing you a...messily peeled orange. It wasn't very pretty, you could see parts of the orange where he managed to either miss some of the peel or scraped some of the main part with his nail by mistake. But that didn't matter to you.
"Sorry it isn't the best...I should practice peeling oranges so it's perfect next time. Huh? You were just testing me? Don't worry, i'll do anything you ask of me! It's important to work as a team, so you won't have to worry about doing tasks by yourself!"
Verdict: Pass, he's a little angel
Riddle
"Riddle," You said taking him away from his studies, "Will you peel this orange for me?" The red head set down his pen and looked over at you and then the orange, holding out his hand for you to give to him right away.
"Of course. Hand it here." You gladly gave him the orange and he peeled it perfectly, cleanly, and discarding the peels right away and standing up to wash his hands.
"I don't mind doing such things upon your request. It's a healthy snack too, much better than the chips and other things I see Ace and Deuce sneak around...hm? No, I don't mind if you eat your orange while we study. Now... where were we?."
Verdict: passed with flying colors (Already knew about this theory beforehand, but wouldn't let you in on that!)
Jade
It was pretty simple, you handed the orange while he was reading something, and he peeled it without you even asking. He peeled it while reading, handed it back to you, although handing you the peels to throw away yourself. You smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek, Jade chuckling in response.
"Were you testing me with the orange peel theory? What, are you surprised I know of it's existence? I actually anticipated you would attempt it at some point. I see some of the things you like to look up. How do I know what you search online? ...hehe. That's a secret."
Verdict: Pass! ...with a few extra questionable things!
Floyd
"Haahhh?" He looked at you with his signature look of annoyance and dismay. "What'dya mean you can't peel an orange? I don't wanna either," He whined, going back to...whatever weird thing he gets up to in his free time.
"Floydddd," You pouted, "Please? for me?" He looked at you, then the orange. Then you, then the orange. This went on for a minute.
"Fine. I'll go ask Jade." You fled the scene before you could reap the consequences of your statement, hearing his loud protests from afar and the sound of scrambling to catch up to you...
Verdict: Fail. Big big fail. Sorry Floyd lovers.
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Better Bite the Bullet .á
â¤ď¸ | He's just trying to be a good best friend by teaching you a useful skill in life... blowjobs (2k wc) â° feat. iwaizumi hajime (hq) x afab! reader
kinktober entry no. 10 | kinktober masterlist
tags - college au, childhood bestfriends, Oikawa mention, blowjobs, handjobs, no p in v, p*rn with plot, virgin! reader
minors do not interact
You've known Hajime since you were in diapers, long enough that he had grown indifferent to your antics. He hasn't even looked up once from his phone as you paced tirelessly around his bedroom. You were losing your shit and Hajime was sitting on his bed without a care in the world.
A bright idea came to you in the form of making your footsteps louder in hopes that it would annoy him enough to catch his attention. He clicks his tongue once before narrowing his eyes at your moving form.
But not even a second later, his eyes were back on his phone one again. "What the hell are you even doing?" he asked.
"Pacing around. Isn't it obvious?"
He grumbles, finally turning his phone off and throwing it to the side where it landed on his pillow with a soft thud. "No shit Sherlock. I meant what are you pacing around for? It's annoying."
Finally, you stop in your tracks, facing your childhood best friend with your lower lip between your teeth. You've been dying to tell him what was on your chest an hour ago. But now that you're about to spill the beans to himâyou found yourself tripping over your words.
"I guess... um... Oikawa kinda asked me to hang out soon... um..."
Hajime's interest was piqued. Normally he wouldn't give two shits about who Oikawa asked out. But this time it was you. An uneasy feeling brewed in his stomach, like he had drank rancid milk.
"And you're worrying about it like some middle schooler? C'mon you're in college," he deflects. Of course, it was his defense mechanismâto act all tough and harsh with the revelation.
You crossed your arms in defense. "I get that... but it's THE Oikawa Tooru that we're talking about here."
"So?"
"What do you mean 'so'? Is your head not screwed on properly?"
Hajime rolls his eyes. Not only were you about to be whisked away by Oikawa, but you had the gall to act like a total brat right now.
"He's just asking to hang outâwhat's so amazing about that?"
Truth be told, you hadn't thought this far into what it would be like if you had this conversation with Hajime. You figured you wouldn't have to divulge the secondâmore embarrassingâpart of this whole event.
A disappointed sigh leaves your lips. You screwed your eyes shut as if to prepare for the impact of his reaction on what you have to say next.
"A friend of mine told me that when he says something like that... it usually leads to... you know..."
Hajime's eyebrow perked then silence ensued. He knew what you meant, of course. He wasn't born yesterday.
"To what? Fucking?"
Your eyes shot open at his vulgar choice of words. That's exactly what you meant, but you didn't think he'd be so blunt about it. "I meanâif it does get to that... obviously I won't just go all the way with him. I haven't even talked to him that much," you sayâbackpedaling.
"You won't go all the way, but you'll go somewhere huh?" he pried further. He played it off like he was teasing or, worse yet, mocking. But he wanted to know; he knew his friend's intentions, but he didn't know yours.
You nervously bit your lip again. This was going to be the third revelation of tonight. Never in a thousand years would you have thought that you'd be having his conversation with your childhood best friend.
"Maybe... maybe, yeah... that's what I'm nervous about..."
The uneasy feeling had grown worse. Hajime swallowed even though his mouth felt dry. "Then just don't," he suggests. "You could always just hang out normally."
Another sigh escapes you and you decide to sit beside himâplopping down on the mattress. You ran your fingers through your hair, smoothing out any tangles that had built up.
"I just wanna experience something... you know? I'll only be young and in college once..." you admit. At this point, there was no use in hiding it. Hajime knew every substantial detail anyway.
This time, it was Hajime who sighed. Part of him still felt dread, but another felt pity for you.
"Jeez..."
Hearing his reaction, you felt the urge to stand up and find your bearings. But a warm hand grips your wrist before you could go. You turn to look back and see Hajime's determined expression.
"I'll teach you then."
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Hajime was a 100% sure not a single rational thought was left in either of your heads. Somehow, he thought that if only you touched him and not vice versaâit would be fine. And, somehow, you agreed to it.
You gulped at the sight in front of you, Hajime leaning against the wall on his bed with his dick out of his sweats.
"Well... that's certainly... something..."
"Do you also plan on commenting about his dick when you see it?"
His sarcasm was hardly appreciated right now, especially since you were sure that your nerves would send you into a tailspin.
"No, of course not. I justâfuck, fine. Let's get to it," you say before scooting closer to him.
Carefully, you reach out and gently wrap your fingers around his shaft. Hajime hissed softly, but you were too concentrated to even notice.
Mesmerized, you swiped your thumb over his tip and gave him a soft tug. His jaw was clenched so hard, trying to act like none of this fazed him. But the way you treated him so delicately was arousing in its own way.
You begin stroking him faster. "Is this okay? It doesn't hurt, right?"
"No, but," Hajime pauses before placing his larger hand over yours. "You could do it better though."
He was now guiding youâactually teaching you how to jerk a guy off. Your eyes were fixated on the way both of your hands glided up and down his shaft, slippery from the immense amount of pre.
But his eyes were on your face. Oddly enough, he found it endearing how focused you were at the task on hand (quite literally). He watched every time your face scrunched, how your mouth was a bit agape, and how your eyebrows would quirk up sometimes.
It was cute, he thought.
As soon as you figured out the pace and pressure, he let go of your hand, allowing you free reign over his dick. You felt it twitch. It was most likely a good sign at least. Even better now that he had his eyes closed, head thrown back against the wall.
Maybe this was easier than you thought. Maybe you could do something else. So your hand slows and your eyes trail up to his face. "Hajime."
"What?"
"Can I use my mouth?"
All the air was knocked out of his lungs upon hearing the words that left you. "Huh? What for?"
"No one's gonna be impressed by a handjob. Guys already do it on their own all the time," you reason.
Hajime clicks his tongue. "You don't have to do that kind of thing yet when you're this inexperienced."
He tried staying stern despite the almost pleading look on your face. Hell, he wasn't even sure why he was denying you. He could have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock in a second and here he wasâacting like a righteous fool when he doesn't have to be.
Again, he clicks his tongue. But, this time, not because of you. He's annoyed at himself for having no restraint... for having no shame that he's kind of taking advantage of his best friend's naivety.
But to hell with it.
"Okay," he relents. Hajime watches as you get even closer to him. Only then do you feel the nerves consume you once more.
The newfound confidence you had earlier had quickly dissipated as soon as you began leaning down. It didn't help that his natural manly scent was intoxicating. It was warmâyou felt it against your faceâand it was achingly hard.
You pucker your lips on instinct, accidentally kissing his tip instead. Hajime thought you were doing it on purpose to fuck with him, not realizing that you were tripping out of nervousness.
"Don't be a tease."
"I'm not!" you countered before quickly wrapping your lips around his cock. The warmth of your mouth sent shivers down his spine. But the slight grazing of your teeth on his sensitive shaft made him uncomfortable.
"Ah shit.... less teeth. Gotta hollow out your cheeks a bit."
Your jaw was already hurting. Though it probably had less to do with your skill and more to do with his size. He seemed more manageable with just a hand, but now that you're using your mouth, the task seemed gargantuan now.
But you still try. You do as he says and you feel his entire body relax a bit. It takes a lot of your concentration to make sure your teeth were out of the way and your lips provided enough suction.
That alone had Hajime seeing stars. It wasn't the best blowjob of his life, but seeing that it was your head bobbing up-and-down on his dick was a sensation in and of itself.
After getting used to the basics, you decide to throw in a little bit of tongue action. It caught him by complete surprise and a soft groan spilled from his lips.
Scared that you had hurt him, you were about to lift your head to ask him, but his hand quickly places itself on top of your head. He wasn't rough nor did he forcefully keep your head down.
Instead, he began caressing your hairâstarting from the top of your head, going down to smooth your locks. It was his way of reassuring you that he felt fineâamazing even. You were doing a damn good job for someone who hasn't done this before.
Hajime avoided using his voice throughout the whole thing to make it less intimate and more 'educational' if that even made sense. But he understood that you probably needed more reassurance.
"That's it," he started. "You're doing so well... so well for me."
Hajime had filthier things to say otherwise, but again, this was supposed to be 'educational'.
As much as you want to keep up the pace that you built, your jaw was too sore for that. A bit of a break wouldn't hurt, so you retract yourselfâtongue lolled out with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. The sight alone would have made him bust, but he kept his composure... somewhat.
"Oh fuck..."
His words spurred you on, however. You settled on suckling his tip while your hand worked on the rest of his length. Having the best of both worlds made his head spin. His leaking tip was the most sensitive it had ever been and the fast pace of your hand made the coil in his stomach tighter and tighter.
Hajime wanted nothing more but to come in your mouthâconsider it as payment for him teaching you. His dick began to twitch again like earlier, but this time you noticed the way his abs would tense up. The dampness that had been pooling in your underwear ever since you had his dick in your hand was starting to become distracting. But you pulled through.
"Fuckkk... I'm coming in your mouth," he announced. Thick white ropes of hot cum painted your tongue. The flavor was oddâsomething you've never tasted before. It made your face contort a bit.
He tried catching his breath after that single mindblowing orgasm. But through his high, he noticed the hesitation on your face. "You don't have to swallow that youâ"
But he stops mid-sentence as he watched you gulp down his fresh seed. You've gone this farâmight as well.
Hajime swore that he felt his dick twitch back to life, ready for more. He wasn't sure what you did to him. But now he was certain that you absolutely shouldn't do this with anyone but him.
"Fuck... forget about that moron. Have fun with me instead."
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â° author's note Wow... I'm actually kinda proud of this one?
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Mahito x darling
TW: NSFW, noncon, psychological torture, Mahito in and of himself
fem reader
Mahito is so scary because you're the only one who sees him.Â
You can't tell your friends, you can't call the cops, you can't even discuss it with your therapist for fear of being committed.Â
You're all alone with him â half the time convinced youâre going insane.
He doesn't even need to kidnap you. Why would he? He likes your cozy apartment. To see you in your natural habitat with all your personal trinkets. Your books, your decorations, the contents of your fridge, your makeup, your clothes, not to mention the soft warmth of your bedâŚ
Sure, his sewer has its charm, but you probably wouldnât like it there very much. Not that it would stop him, but heâs sure youâd be boring if all you did was stay cooped up there all day.Â
This is much more interesting. To be there when you come home from work, having trifled through all your belongings, dragged everything out â made a mess like a new puppy would. To watch you try to cling to your sanity, going about life, trying to live it normally even when heâs right there on your sofa wanting to dish about how much you loath your pissy boss or that loud neighbor and what fun it might be to kill them.
You brush him off as intrusive thoughts â a manifestation within your mind. Thatâs the only explanation that allows you to keep your wits with you.
But itâs become hard to bring anyone home. Even though others can't see him, heâll walk about your friends and the odd date and comment on all the things they do, ridiculing them when they say something cheesy, feigning puking before giving it away with a snicker, then asking you why you bother hanging out with them at all. And you wonder if thatâs what you really think⌠why else would a figment of your imagination say something like that?
No. You decide. He doesnât represent your thoughts. Heâs just⌠a roommate who knows no boundaries.Â
Funny enough, you donât really recognize that heâs any dangerous before youâre getting dressed after a shower, opening a drawer on your dresser you rarely look in â only to find it overfilled with dozens of tiny shrunken heads.
You scurry back on the floor with your hand clasped over your mouth until your back meets your bed â skin crawling. Thereâs no air left in your lungs from the shock to produce any such thing as a scream â so instead, you start heaving â then crying.
âOh â I was wondering when youâd find them!â A cheer is heard from your bedroom threshold.
Your eyes pan to look at him â or it. Mahito, with a big grin on his face â clapping as though impressed by your performance.
âWh-what â what is this?â You splutter, trying not to throw up â casting shifty glances over at the lump that had fallen to the floor â its face twisted with agony, unrecognizable, but you think you still knew⌠âWhat have you done?â
It doesnât smell of rot, but something else â like unwashed clothing â sweat and piss and shit â you donât understand how you hadnât smelled it before. You donât understand how you hadnât heard it before â the moaning, though only in hoarse weak voices, still there, in a chorus, crying in pain.
âIâve been studying them.â He says â casually, padding across the floor before bending down to pick the one up.
He looked at it with disappointment, throwing it up and catching it like one would a baseball â then clicked his tongue.Â
âBut I must say youâve got boring taste⌠I donât feel like I learned much of use from any of them at all.âÂ
He drops it to the floor in a fleshy splat, and you cringed anew â wanting to crawl away, wanting to get out, to call the police â maybe it wasnât such a bad idea to be committed â maybe there was something genuinely wrong with youâŚ
Mahito doesn't share your concerns, though. Heâs got his mind on other things.Â
âI think Iâll learn better through practice.â
You donât realize what heâs talking about before youâre being lifted up on the bed and then pushed down against it.
His lean but muscular frame has you dwarfed as he crawls after you â caging you between his arms and legs.
âI wouldnât mind the floor, but Iâm sure youâd prefer the bed. Thatâs how you humans usually like it, right?â He smiles â as though heâs doing you a favor.Â
Heâs taken off his usual tunic â showcasing a pale grey chest patchworked together in crude stitches â and you donât really understand why youâd ever conjure something that looked like it. So human, yet stillâŚÂ so not.Â
âI didnât know what size youâd want â they were all so different â but I think bigger is better, isnât it?â
It doesnât register before you feel the weight of it on your stomach.Â
Fat and warm, ridged with veins and hard against you.Â
Looking down, feeling the situation settle on your skin like the raw cold â you realize, though you donât understand it â Mahito isnât just some imaginary friend.Â
Whatever he is â heâs no such thing as a friend at all.
Your chest flares. âMahito, no â â
Your hands fly to try and push him off, but theyâre easily caught. His fingers stretch inhumanly like playdough, using only one hand to reign in both wrists, pinning them to the pillow above you.
âNo? Still too small?â He asks, as though your uproar had been a cry for more â his voice in a playful lilt. âI can make it bigger if you like~â
You squirm when the thing between your thighs grows an inch â swelling up into something fatter than your wrist â weighty and twitching atop you.Â
It alone churns your guts, but the sight of his face gleaming so innocently makes it all so much worse.Â
You whimper as he drags a rude finger through your folds â bluntly poking at your hole.
âYouâre supposed to be wet, no?â He posed, keen eyes watching your face grimace in discomfort â drilling his digit inside you despite it.Â
When knuckle-deep, he curled it, nail scraping into the gummy of your tender walls â making your whole body twist with an ache, shaking your head while sinking your teeth into your lip.
âStop-â You croaked pitifully, still trying to wring your wrists free â but the hand keeping them jailed had hardened into something that was no longer skin.
He just yawned at your struggle. âSo noisy...â Bored while looking down at you and the ugly way your lips curled at his crude fingering â but then his eyes widened. âWait â oh! I get it now! So, this is what kissing is forâŚâ
He didnât give you much time to turn away before his mouth locked on yours â more in an attempt to swallow than to kiss, feeding you his tongue â which felt so much longer than it should be â winding through you until it licked your gag-reflex and made you choke.
You tensed in response, clenching the finger prodding you â and he took it as an invitation to squeeze another in â making you squeal out a sob in his mouth.Â
But though it was a cruel ministration, it was enough to tickle the instinct â dragging wet out from within you, bathing the digits that now slid with greater ease in and out.
âSee~ I told you Iâd learn better through practice...â He mumbled against your lips â having felt the change â also noticing the quiet that befell you⌠looking so��cute beneath him.Â
He chuckled â the taste of your kiss still warm and wet on his lips.
âThat really did shut you up, hm~Â you humans are so funny.â
That thing resting heavily on your belly does a little jump, and you flinch with it. Left panting after being throat-fucked by a tongue â youâre really only able to shake your head as he slips the beastly thing down between your thighs â its fat head licking your clit on its way until kissing your entrance.
Two fingers haven't done you any justice â nothing could â to prep you for something of that size.
âI think this is correctâŚâ He muses, nudging himself against the slim coin-sized hole â looking a little confused while he did so â though not exactly unsure of himself⌠more as though it was the whole procedure in and of itself that was at fault and not him. He was just following instructions, after all.
Sucking his teeth at the tautness, he continued to press the tip through you.Â
A whine was ripped from your chest as it arched off the bed â thighs quaking on each side of his hips, kept spread despite wanting to force themselves shut.
âItâs better if you relax.â He offered then, though without much sympathy. Sounding almost jaded â as though you were keeping him waiting.Â
But then a thumb pressed down on your clit, forcing another jolt to rush through you.Â
âWomen like to be touched here, right?â He rubbed crass circles into it â worse than amateurishly â rough patterns that bore no real intention of making you feel good.Â
Then his mouth slid from your mouth, down your neck â only to sink teeth in your tit.
âAnd here~â He giggled while nomming your nipple, rolling the little nib between his teeth before flicking over it with his tongue again and again, sucking on it harshly.
None of it made you relax like heâd suggested. Either way, he continued to sink his length one thick chub at a time as fast as your hole allowed. And soon enough, he reached your end before your hole could reach his. But that was no issueâŚ
The hand on your clit, cupped your mound instead â and beneath it, where warmth pooled, you felt inner things alter â change, rearrange, allowing the giant member inside you to sink deeper even though you knew there couldnât possibly be any deeper to go.
âWow~ look at thatâŚâ He awed when his pelvis smushed against your mound â kneading into your clit as he pressed a curious hand down on the bulge he was making in your belly.
Strings of drool stuck from his lips to your chest â and a sick look pooled in his eyes.
Thicker and thicker breaths left him. He swallowed thickly. Barely blinking.
âI think I get it nowâŚâ His voice had shed its humorous tone, now sounding soft with something you didnât want to have the attention of. âItâs like our souls are playing togetherâŚâÂ
His hand stroked your stomach â like he was petting something.
âFeels good.â
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