#I think I'm ovulating I think I need to have a seat or two

[amarantoestrella]

Somebody chain me up and lock me in a cage me I am completely enamored with this man

[cherryredstars]

Hello cherry

This is the first time I have asked you something, I would like it to be something like Miguel being a teacher with a female student reader. With NSFW, I'm ovulating please

I know you will know how to do it very well

Have a nice day nena

1K Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut with Slight Plot, Student/Teacher Relationship, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Fingering, Degradation, Praise, Spanking, Squirting

Summary: You needed extra help, right?

Word Count: 2K (Not Edited)

Both of you knew you didn’t need the extra help. 

Miguel had been surprised when he had seen your name in the afterschool tutoring sign up sheet. He didn’t need to open up his gradebook to know you were one of the striving students in his class, getting high Bs to As on his assignments and exams. At first, he thought it was a mistake. That was quickly disproved the more he paid attention to you in class. 

You always sat front and center, pushing your body up against the table so your breasts were on display. Your eyes tracked his every movement, either giving him innocent doe eyes or half-lidded beauties. Your hands are always playing with something, let it be your hair, a pencil, or your lip. God those lips. He was sure you had an oral fixation. How else would you explain the way you bit the end of your pens, fingers, your own lips whenever he talks? You’re naive if you think he misses the fleeting glances you make up and down his figure as he paces around the room. Stupid if you think he misses the extra seconds you spend on his crotch. 

He definitely doesn’t miss the way you strut into his office, clothes skin tight and bordering on inappropriate. His eyes instantly zero in every time you try to tug your clothes down, revealing more of your cleavage or just shy of showing the band of your panties before the fabric rises up again. You let out small huffs, a pout on your glossy lips as if you didn’t do this to yourself. As if you didn’t plan this because you knew you were gonna have him all to yourself for an hour or two. Naughty, naughty girl.

But also oh-so-sweet, especially when your pretty cunt clamps so tightly onto his fingers. As much as he likes you sitting in the front of the class, he might just consider permanently moving your seat to his lap. You’re just so pretty, your back pressed against his front with your legs spread over his own. He almost misses your stuttering words over the sound of your squelching hole as you try to answer the questions he whispers into your ears. You never knew Miguel to be so impatient until now. Not until he gives harsh slaps to your throbbing clit when you get the answer wrong or take too long to respond. Every slap makes your hips jolt in pleasure and if he didn’t know any better, Miguel would have thought you were answering wrong on purpose. 

“Come on, chica. It’s an easy one, you got it right on the past assignment. Don’t be an airhead, now.” 

The words are said softly into your ear, but the condescending smile on his face makes you whimper in embarrassment. A deep flush covers your face and you try to recall the answer. But it’s just too hard. The words get more and more jumbled in your mind the more Miguel keeps pumping his thick fingers into you. His blunt nails scrape your gummy walls perfectly and you can’t escape the urge to throw your head back in pleasure. A pleased moan leaves your plump lips, slightly grinding against his hand. 

The sound almost immediately turns into a sharp gasp when Miguel’s hand comes in contact with your cheek. Your head whips to the side from the force, only to have it yanked forward and pointed towards the review material on his desk. The hand that he used to slap you squishes your cheeks together, causing your lips to pucker up and muffle your noises. Miguel leans forward and presses up against your back, his breath tickles your ear and his fingers slow the slightest bit. 

“Pay attention. How am I supposed to help you if you don't cooperate, hm?” Miguel snarls, nipping at your earlobe. 

You try to respond, trying to apologize, but all that comes out is a drawn out whine. Miguel simply chuckles, mumbling ‘stupid slut’ as his hand slides down to your face to your neck. Your moan is more audible this time, and Miguel hisses as you clench around his fingers the same time he applies the tiniest bit of pressure to your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pumps his fingers faster, pressing right below the perfect spot. It’s enough to do you in, hips jerking up as clear liquid gushes out of you. 

Miguel completely ignores it, pretending he doesn’t feel the wetness of his button-up sleeve or the splattering on his slacks. His fingers still work you through your orgasm, your protests falling onto deaf ears. “Go on, read the paragraph. What does it say, chica?”

You can’t even attempt to read it, the words an unfocused mess as your mind tries to come down from your orgasm. All you can do is whine, trying to squirm away from his hold and mumbling out ‘don’t know’ repeatedly. You barely register Miguel’s tsk of disappointment before his fingers disappear from inside you. His hand creeps into your hair, and a pleased sigh escapes you as your body gets the chance to relax. His hand is gentle, massaging your scalp until his hold suddenly tightens.

 “Maybe you need a closer look then, yeah?”

A yelp leaves you as he sharply tugs at your hair, forcing the side of your face to press into the papers and workbooks on his desk. Some of the pages crinkle as he forces you to balance on your legs. You faintly hear the rolling of his chair as it hits the wall, Miguel standing behind you and working at his belt. A shiver runs down your body when you feel his head slide against your folds, hands bracing on the edge of the desk to stop yourself from falling to the floor. 

“How about now? Can you read it?”

You don’t get the time to respond, a loud moan parting from your lips as he pushes into you. It burns slightly from his size, even with all the time he spent loosening your cunt. Your eyes and hands squeeze shut, trying to work through the intrusion. You can feel every inch he slides in, swearing you can feel the throb of a thick vein against your walls. Miguel hisses at your tightness, his hand wrapping around to play with your clit in an effort to relax you. It takes a moment, but your walls give away the slightest bit. It’s just enough for him to bottom out, both of your groaning as his head rubs against that spongy spot inside you. He slowly slides out before snapping his hips forward again, shifting you higher up onto the desk. 

More whines and whimpers leave you as you try to push back into him. But after a few more thrusts, he pulls out so his tip is the only thing in you. His grip on your hips is tight, preventing you from moving. A frustrated noise leaves you, but it's quieted by the slap he lands onto your ass. He massages the red spot, humming to himself. “Let’s make a deal, yeah? If you can answer this last question correctly, I’ll reward you.”

Your eyes sluggishly follow his finger as it comes into view. He grabs one of the worksheets, repositioning you on the desk so you rest on your elbows. He slides the paper in front of you, tapping at the number in front of the problem he wants you to answer. You want to cry, seeing the length of the worded problem. You can barely make out the numbers written down, your luck of even remembering the equation you need to solve it is a big fat zero. But, you really, really want to cum. So, you hesitantly nod in response. 

“Good girl.” Miguel praises, slowly pushing back into you again and continuing his thrusts.

You try to take deep breaths, trying to calm down your mind as you reach for the discarded pencil on his desk. You have to blink a few times, finding it difficult to get the words in focus between your distracted mind and the jolting of your body with each of Miguel’s thrust. Your hand tightens on the pencil so much you think you might break it. Your eyes scan the first few sentences three times, trying to comprehend what it's saying as you read on. Your handwriting is shaky as you try to solve the problem, the pencil sharply jerking upwards with some thrusts. When you try to steady yourself, the tip of the pencil breaks and you cry out. 

Your head falls to the desk, body trembling with your upcoming orgasm, “I-I can’t. Mr. O’Hara I can’t.” 

Your whines are absolutely pathetic, even to your own ears. Miguel leans over your shoulder, observing your shaky work before cooing in your ear. “Yes you can. You’re so close, just focus a bit harder, baby.”

You let a frustrated whine before picking your head up again. You look over your work again, trying to remember where you left off. With a few more stuttery strokes, you draw a wonky circle around your answer before letting the pencil roll away from you. You slide the paper to the slide so Miguel can check your answer, collapsing in the spot it used to be. Your head is turned to the side again, watching Miguel's finger trace over the work. A triumphed whimper leaves you when he hums in satisfaction. 

“There you go, that’s my smart girl. Knew you could do it.” 

A happy sigh leaves you at his praise, burying your head into your arms to hide the dorky smile that overcomes your face. The smile doesn’t last long when Miguel speeds up his thrusts, going harder and faster than he did before. Your head snaps up, moan after moan leaving you as your body begins to shake. When his finger flicks at your clit, your body falls lax as you finish. Miguel isn’t far behind, emptying himself into you. Both of you take a minute to calm down before he slides out with a hiss. 

You take another minute to yourself before slowly standing up. Your legs are still wobbly, but they regain balance after a few minutes. You startle slightly when Miguel’s hand comes into your peripheral, your panties dangling from his fingers. You blush, letting out a quiet thank you before you slide them back on. You help Miguel clean off his desk quietly, glancing at his figure from time to time. When you’re done, you clear your throat to say the last of your thanks before leaving. Before you can go, Miguel calls out to you. 

You turn hesitantly, watching as he slides one of his coats from the coat rack and motioning you forward. You walk hesitantly towards him, letting him move your limbs as he slides the coat over your small form.  “Keep this on until you get back to your dorm. Don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”

He doesn’t look at you as he says it, keeping his eyes focused on buttoning up the coat. A roaring blush spreads across your face and you nod, whispering a small agreement as you let the warmth of it snuggle against your skin. When his eyes meet yours, they’re soft and warm. His hand grabs a hold of your cheeks again, puckering them up perfectly for the kiss he lays on them. When he pulls away, your mind is still buzzing with delight as he looks at the clock over the door. 

“Office hours are over. Get home safe, yeah? Don’t be late to class tomorrow.” 

He ushers you out of his office shortly after, another fleeting kiss on your lips as the door shuts behind you. You stand there in a daze before a wide smile spreads on your face. You tug Miguel’s coat tighter around you and make your way back to your dorm. 

Hopefully, your grade in performance was an A+.

THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I SCREAMED WRITING THIS!!

[lavendermin]

Please don't leave us hanging from the Jing yuan drabble I'm afraid you awoken something in me (take your time also take good care of yourself 💖💯💯)

If you mean the little drabble of jing yuan being told he’s going to have 8 kids in the future, I have soooo many thoughts I’m trying to put together. He makes me insane, anon 🫠💗💗💗

a continuation based off this post below

cw | pregnancy, breeding kink, fem reader

Needless to say the words linger in his mind for the rest of the day. They play over and over in Jing Yuan’s head. He needs to process them, but what’s there to process?

Coming from the Master Diviner of all people, it was a prominent future she saw. It tells him two things: one, Fu Xuan has been checking up on him (this one is her job actually) and two, he’ll be quite busy with his spouse soon.

How soon? Jing yuan can’t help but wonder. And he didn’t want to pry with Fu Xuan. Best not to give her the upper hand with something to tease him with.

“Something on your mind, love?” Your question brings him out of his pondering. He takes a seat on the couch next to you, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he sinks into the plush comfort.

“Just a few things I have to do.” His reply is vague and the smug smile he wears makes you raise a brow.

You shuffle over to straddle his thighs, nimble hands working into his tense shoulders.

“A lot of work recently? Will you be busier?”

He chuckles, closing his eyes to relish the attention you give him.

“Mm. Something along those lines.”

“Want me to run a bath for us?”

His hands absentmindedly settle on your hips. “A little later. Haven’t even kissed my wife yet.”

You can’t help but smile with a little roll of your eyes, easily giving in and placing a peck to his lips. It’s chaste and loving—a sincere ‘welcome home’. But as Jing Yuan chases your lips, it’s clear there’s something more he’s after.

You pull away breathless, a string of saliva connecting you both. It’s a little obscene, even for him. “J-Jing–”

He cuts you off as his lips slot over yours again, his tongue pushing into your mouth greedily. This kind of possessiveness was rare with him. It lit a fire in your belly when he got like this. But…

“Jing Yuan– Wait,” you lightly push him off you. His lips continue to feverishly press kisses to your jaw and neck. A sharp gasp leaves you as his hands start to slowly grind you back and forth on his thigh. “L-Love, I’m ovulating. We can’t– It’s too risky.”

It wasn’t like him to be this lost to reason. A rumble akin to a growl leaves him as soon as you mention it. By now your neck is littered in marks he’s sucked to the delicate skin there. Jing Yuan is breathless as he uses all the resolve he has left to stop, his breath hot against your bare chest where he was already pulling down your top.

You can’t help looking at him with concern. In an instant, he looks up at you with composure back under rein. His smile is sweet, devilish as it hides the insatiable hunger that’s growing at an alarming rate.

“All the more reason to make love to my precious wife, wouldn’t you say?”

With the opportunity presented to himself and the tangible future of his wife, lovely and pregnant, he thinks himself a fool not to start now.

You chuckle at first, assuming it’s some of Jing Yuan’s usual teasing. But as his eyes lock with yours, unwavering and pupils blown wide with lust as his arms press you further against his broad body, it dawns on you that he’s completely serious.

“You– We,” you stutter as you feel your core throb with a surge of need. Damn those hormones during your ovulation. In a small, shaky voice you ask, “I thought you said you wanted to wait until you retired… Do you really want to try for a baby?”

There’s a glimmer in your eyes, chest tight with a flood of different emotions. Anticipation, unabashed lust, adoration.

Jing Yuan responds with a chuckle, opting to gently pull your face for a kiss. This one is only a light simmer of the ardent need he has to breed you until dawn.

“If you’re agreeable, of course. There’s a saying from a few star systems down that says life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. I’ve already made you my wife, I’d love to also make you a mother.”

The bright smile that breaks on your face is all the answer he needs as you pull his face in to litter kisses all over his face, ending by going in for a kiss that leaves him smiling like an idiot. Your idiot.

Jing Yuan has no plans to retire soon, but officially starting his family rejuvenated his resolve to continue as general for a while longer. There was still work to be done to keep the Xianzhou safe and ensure the era of peace continues for his children. He’ll have to thank Fu Xuan later for the slip of her tongue.

And it’s no surprise that making love to you for the next few consecutive days proves fruitful a couple weeks later.

Gossip and rumor spreads fast, especially with Jing Yuan being general of the Luofu. He’s constantly in the eye of the public. Once your tummy starts showing a bit more, he can’t help but stroll around proudly with you by his side—his hand protectively on your belly whenever he can. The people call your pregnancy a sign of abundant good luck, an omen for exceptional good to come in the future. Likewise, Jing Yuan is positively over the moon as a soon-to-be-father.

He can’t wait to hold his twin girls in a few months.

And after that, he can breed you again. And again. And again. It’s in his future, after all.

[kittsyspaw]

⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (2)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS : SMUT : begging,, Threesome, crying, drooling, belly bulge, breeding, rough sex, 'jealous' sex, Dom! Characters, etc etc, Joker jelly of Owen, Flirting. Over thinking reader Also Wooin no sex scene I'm sorry (BTW I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ AND THIS ISNT EDITED I'll be rewriting soon)

⪩⪨ First part 𖦹 HC

The birds chirping outside woke you up from the deepest slumber that you've been in, for a while, comfortable, sheets dropping over the tangled limbs.

Your vision wasn't clear yet, so you just laid there, not moving an inch.

The sun blinded you, glaring through the thin curtains, Joker was behind you, soft breaths emitting from the big boy who turned into a huggable plushie once he slept.

Your breath hitched in a mere second. Noticing that his arm was protected by the fabric of your shirt, skin against skin, Jokers large, veiny hand was groping you.

A soft whine left your throat, shutting your eyes for a second, heart skipping a beat and butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You shut your eyes tightly, forcing them open after.

Your thighs squeezed against... someone else's leg?

Wooin had the most peaceful expression on his face, a slight blush dusting on his cheeks, his chest rising up and down with each exhale and inhale.

He was facing you, leg between your thighs and face a little too close to your own. You needed to go pee. It was an emergency.

Fuck.

They're too close. Not realizing you were stiff until the man behind you moved. "Y/n...You up?" Jokers morning voice was deeper than his usual one, a throaty tone at the pitch of it that send shivers down your spine.

You felt a second pulse in your body, were you fucking ovulating or what?

"Please...Talk to me."

He begged, pleading as the boy shuffled and it made you wonder, was he still asleep? He sounded really tired.

"I'm awake. What's wrong 'Jun?"

He mumbled something in your head, "– wanted to hear you." Your bit down on your lip, blinking as you swallowed, your throat was dry.

"Can you let me go? I wanna drink water."

Hearing a grumble, followed by the tattooed bikers grip tensed, you sighed, accepting your fate. Luckily, to your help, Wooin woke up.

Nevermind.

He was so clingy and whiny so early in the morning, the boy immediately placed a hand on your waist, too lazy to get up.

These two were gonna be your last straw. You couldn't even move. "Ugh Wooin, I gotta use the bathroom." He yawned out a playful 'no' digging his face deeper into your chest.

"Please? I have classes in a few hours."

Right, you just reminded them that they also had some 'business' today and it was for sure gonna be exhausting. Joker was the first to get up, you after and Wooin being the last one.

Being kind enough, you seated yourself in the kitchen to make breakfast hearing the two got their stuff ready, the smell of food soon lit in the room so you opened the window, allowing fresh air to enter the apartment.

The breeze was lulling, blowing past your hairs and making the curtains float.

While moving around some ingredients, two hands pat your waist up and down, the taller figure behind swallowed your figure.

You eyed the forearm of Joker as he hugged you, no words leaving him whatsoever. "Where's Wooin?"

There was no response, the door of your room opening answering the question that was lingering in your head.

୨୧

Two hours of school passed and you were currently hanging for life on the last nerve you had. Owen had been nagging ever since you entered through the gates which was surprising since all he did was annoy Shelly every morning.

Confusion, frustration, annoyed and even embarrassment hit you like a train.

You were sitting in the classroom, the teachers explanation drowned out as you couldn't help but focus on the foreigner who was desperately trying to get your attention.

"Can you leave me alone?"

"No. Talk me to me."

You shot a glance at the teacher who had his back to the class, writing on the board. A sigh left your lips, facing the blonde male who smiled like an idiot when you looked at him.

"What do you want?"

"You."

The meanest, most disgusted side-eye was sent in Owens way. "Not like that, I mean I need you with something. I need your help, please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Please I'm begging you-!"

He was about to shout but you placed your hand on his mouth, shutting him up, sweating like crazy because of the shame you saved your ass from.

Luckily, just as you did, the bell rang and you left the classroom quickly, going to the vending machine.

"Y/n."

You jolted, heart stopping at the voice, as your own reached the end of the city by the scream you let out and Owen has the audacity to laugh at you.

There he was, begging you again to help him with whatever he wanted. "No! Where yo momma at? Leave me aloooneee!!"

You were taking turns left and right, trying to avoid the male who stuck to you like glue, not letting you escape his sight, million eyes following you two bickering.

That until you were stopped by Owen clutching your arm, pulling you towards his body. "Please? I need to buy Shelly something for her birthday. I'll do whatever you want."

"Can't you ask someone else?!"

You went quiet when looking up at the boy who had a serious, sorrowful face, his eyes planted on the concrete, a pinkish hue covering his cheeks.

"You're disturbing."

In the end, you gave in, agreeing to go on a search for a gift with him after school in exchange for Owen giving you money. And by that it meant a lot of money.

୨୧

You received a text from Wooin who was letting you know where you, him and joker were going today just for a brick to fall on him when you said that you couldn't go.

It started a huge stunt with Wooin sending you a shit ton of messages, asking you with who you are, what you were gonna do, when you're gonna go.

And it shocked you that he let it go so easily, making you think that he was plotting to end the world or something.

You licked the Popsicle Owen bought you, sitting on a couch inside the jewelry store as he showed you different options of necklaces that he found pretty.

"The one with the star is pretty."

Your eyes almost popped out of their socks seeing the prices with zeros you could never count. "Damn, rich people."

Owens eyes held little sparkles in them by seeing the one you chose. "Okay I'll get it for her." He glanced at your form but you gave him no mind, focused on the screen of your phone and it made Owen ponder whose text you were smiling at.

He pouted, why weren't you paying any attention to him? He was much more important! "Y/n?" A simple hum in return made Owen sad, not finishing his sentence.

Of course, he did this on purpose, two minutes passed and the silence made him suffocate, what were you so distracted with?? "What is it?" Finally you decided to take a peek at him!!

"Do you like this Necklace?"

Shrugging, the blonde awaited your answer only for you to give him a short 'its pretty' so he just made you follow him to pay up.

"Let's go Y/nie, I'll go get you something to eat!!"

Groaning, you slightly cringed at what Owen made out of your name but the happy expression on his face couldn't possibly allow you to be disgusted.

While you two walked down the neon lit streets, thousands of glances were sent at Owen, one for being a foreigner and second for being hot as fuck.

The tall male stopped to tie his shoelaces but you kept walking so he did the job very quickly, panicking when you were literally like 1 meter away...

"Y/nie wait!!"

Nevermind, you got flustered . Why did he shout that weirdly created name so loudly?! Owen caught up, holding your hand as he dragged you alongside him.

"See? A very cute cafe!"

"Hmm, very cute."

"Really, Do you like it?!"

When you nodded, it was like he turned even brighter than before, dragging you inside. The smell of coffee reached for your nostrils as you sat beside the glass window, ordering for both of you when the waiter came up.

"Y/n?"

"What?"

Owen took out a box, it was middle sized and had a fancy logo on it. He looked at you with large, blue eyes, waiting for you to open it.

"this....?"

"Yeah, I bought it for you. Thanks for helping me today."

"But isn't it for Shelly?"

He shook his head, reminding you that Shelly won't take shit from him. "Thanks, but no Owen, its way to expensive for me to have..."

Tilting his head, Owens blond locks moved with his head. "But its a gift from me?" He played as if he was heartbroken, a frown pulling on his moisturized lips.

Your eyes softened, looking at the pretty, expensive accessory. Damn rich people, they can buy anything huh? "D-don't you like it? You said you did, right?"

"Yes Owen, but not for me."

Crossing his arms while leaning back, the cyclists muscles flexed through the fabric of his shirt. "But I got it for you. Not Shelly, she won't take it either way."

A small, grateful smile made its way on your lips and Owen leaned in as you took out the silver good. "I'll put it on for you!"

With a scoff, you allowed for him to do so, fixing it in place when he finished he was struggling

"Thank you Owen..."

It was faint, maybe because of the scorching sun that smacked his face that turned it to a pinkish hue. Owens pearly whites showing through his smirk, resting his head on his palm.

୨୧

Just as your food arrived, the noise of the bell on the brown door that lead into the cafe made your ears twitch, catching a familiar voice.

Your eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. The small, black haired child mirrored your face, his face turning red in seconds.

"Awhh!!! My baby!!"

Owen flinched when you stood up, leaving him to run over to the small boy who also rushed over to you, holding his arms up, ready to get held.

Jokers little brother started grinning from to ear, he stopped when he saw a blonde guy looking at him with a weird bitchy face.

As you were peppering the boys face and head with kisses, his older brother entered the cafe, taken aback when he saw your form.

"Y/n?"

"Joker! You're here too!!"

You were about to place down his brother but the kid refused, clinging onto you more leading to you laughing at his cuteness.

Owen existence was like...poof. He grit his teeth, this guy, he swore he saw him somewhere before.

"Don't bother her...."

The blue haired male shook his head at his brother, this kid was nagging him non-stop to take him to this cafe, whatever, at least he got the opportunity to see you.

Hajun who was also called Joker, finally saw the foreigner, his blood went cold, fists clenched as his usual, scary hooded eyes returned, burning holes into Owen.

You took Jokers hand into your own, it belittled yours in size and you lead him to the table, still holding his brother who was placed on your lap when you sat down.

Joker sat next to you, his legs spread wide, setting down a demeanor. Not afraid to claim his territory.

Him and the Blondie had a glaring staring contest, both not speaking.

"Who's this, Y/n?"

You focused on Owen who made you halt your conversation with the small kid in your embrace. "This is my baby!" You hugged jokers brother.

Owen deadpanned, his 'rival' next to you showing him his fangs, lips raised. "No, I meant the big one." Did he think Hajun couldn't understand him or what?

But Joker who vibrated with this eerie vibe, didn't speak up, still giving Owen a death stare. "Well, he's my other baby."

You put the kid aside, letting him play with your phone. Right in that moment, a tough hand grasped your thigh, maybe a little too tight, it made you clench your legs, trapping it.

Now, the English boy wasn't that much of an idiot, he can sense 'enemies' a hundred miles away!! He can clrealy see it, this one had a crush on you.

Well, wasn't it the best time to be a little playful? Owen grinned, his fingers were now touching the pendant of the necklace around your neck

"The necklace I gave you is so pretty on you, right?"

The hand locked around your thigh and you took the sign, this dude and his strength. You got your hand on Owens wrist, removing it.

You talked to him and the talk stopped reaching Jokers ears, he eyed the necklace, eyes dropping a little.

It was a branded one. Very pocket-hurting.

"One Apple cake, a chocolate milkshake and ––"

You finished ordering for your best friend, you reached down, placing your fingers on top of Jokers that were placed on your leg

If only he could afford you pretty things like that, maybe you would like him more then? No you weren't like that. But still, he couldn't help but want to treat you better.

"Y/n I'm coming over tonight, be ready. Okay?"

You folded, almost choking on the water you drank, Owens eyes bulging out. Who knew Joker was sneaky?!

He did this on purpose!! Even spoke in English.

"H-huh....?"

"Can't I? I always come over, don't I?"

He muttered while looking Owen deep in the eyes, turning to face you, now holding eye contact with you. "Of course, yeah!"

Oh shit

୨୧

Owen was devastated, he himself, had no idea what he was feeling either, he dragged his body away from you, your possible boyfriend and the little kid who stuck out his tongue at him.

He would cheer for his brother!! Then Hajun will be the daddy and you'll be the mommy. The kid thought inside his head, holding your and Jokers hand

You two walked back the kid to their place. Joker went back with you after making sure his brothers were in good condition.

The moon was shining in the dark night, street lights left and right, covering the streets as Joker laced his fingers with yours, walking you home.

You two stopped at a bridge you had to cross. Joker came to a stop and you did too, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Y/n. I need you."

Huh

"W-wha?!"

You were burning up, the heat inside you made you disgustingly sweat a lot, your heartbeat soaring in your ears at the sudden confession. What the hell did he mean?

Was it that? Was he serious?

"Sorry. I know i can't buy many things for you."

Sweat dropping, your lips formed a straight line. Oh.

"Joker, what the hell are you saying? Is it because of Owen? Really?"

He looked ashamed, gaze on the ground, his cheeks shaded into a shade of red. "You know he's not my type."

He wasn't one to talk a lot, many noticed. Yet it was the opposite with you, he couldn't care less if he talked for hours when he was with you, he wouldn't get tired or uncomfortable.

But why was his heart pounding like this? Whenever you glanced at him, smiled at him, held him and damn the way you said his name.

He wanted you. For himself. For once, Joker wanted to be really selfish, just you, for him, he would give you everything, you might as well just have his heart planted out on a plate presented for your consumption.

"Whats your type then?"

Was this the moment? Should you say it or not? No...you didn't want to ruin anything...what if you were having false signs? Joker is very confusing, you're probably mistaking things.

There was a long lasting silence before you took his arm, dragging him with you.

Your eyes met, his grey eyes pinning you like a predator would to its prey, he was lost in thoughts. Observing your movements.

You just got to your apartment, at front of the door to the place that you were used to.

"Y/n." You gulped, being stopped again by the biy who took your face in his palms

"What is your type?"

His eyebrows were knitted together, awaiting an answer. "Hajun....I-" a thumb brushed against your lower lip, the male leaned down, placing his own lips on your plump ones.

Your skipped many beats, is this a dream? Why weren't you waking up?

Your lashes fluttered close, the taller boy, stroked your cheek, his other hand on your hip, grinding you against his body.

Him tilting your head, the kiss deepening, his warm tongue exploring your mouth as you hung on his hoodie that crinkled beneath your fingers.

It was emotional. For the both of you, finally after stressing years of hidden feelings for each other, one made a move.

Your knees were growing weak if not for Joker who was holding you, you'd probably slip to the floor.

You were moving from side to side occasionally, neither of you letting go, wrapped up against each other, fitting perfectly.

Breaking apart a string of saliva connected your lips, you took deep breaths, your stomach was doing flips you felt as if your heart was being squeezed, Jokers forehead was against your own.

"Im sorry. I had to...."

His eyes softened, noticing your flushed expression, Joker felt his breathing getting cut off, you were so beautiful, so ethereal, just for him.

He wanted you whole, everything. He needed you. The desperation from years stuck into that kiss he gave you, hoping you'd somehow feel what he went through for your love.

"I love you."

No hesitation behind his words, it made you shocked, your chest being pierced. "....I love you too. Please Hajun, wanted you for so long."

Something or someone....was missing.

You were clinging onto the boy who almost died right there, was there anything better than this? How could he ever reject you? Not after you told your truth.

He was hard as fuck.

The way you were rubbing against him made it worse, his sweats felt shackled, he could feel his precum leaking at the thought of bursting inside you..

"Fuck Y/n don't say that. I won't be able to control myself."

"Then don't. Show me everything, Hajun."

That tongue of yours is gonna get you in some serious danger. Just as those words left your throat, your lips were fighting again, Joker was holding you against the door, breaking apart to give your neck some attention.

"Wait, let me just open the door."

Your hearts almost stopped when you heard a voice joining. "Fuck you Joker, having all the fun without me? I thought we were sharing."

Wooin. Whose face was twisted in anger, his cheeks tinted pink. "W-wooin...?" You wanted to squirm away, embarrassed, but the push on your hips didn't allow you.

Joker blocked you from Wooins vision again with his well-built back, he wasn't gonna stop. Fuck he was so gonna be so frustrated if he did.

No stopping after seeing you needy for him.

"Y/n."

Wooin was staring at Jokers back, his eyebrows now furrowed, a frown placed on his nourished lips. He was just about to sleep over at yours, seeing you with another man, someone other than him, shattered the male who has been crushing on you ever since you were kids.

You were unable to say anything, as if your tongue got bitten off, you were breathing hard, your chest feeling heavier by second.

Were those tears blinding you? Why were acting like this? Before you even realized, they began falling like a waterfall, unable to stop the next pair of droplets leaving your eyes.

"I'm sorry...."

Hiccuping, you started blaming yourself. Was this gonna ruin your friendship now? Are they gonna leave you forever? Were you gonna be alone all again?

No...Your heart was withering into a million pieces, soon, your breath cut off, being drowned in your own hateful thoughts.

You liked them both. So why did you have to choose?

"Stop crying, Y/n."

"I'm sorry."

"And stop being sorry."

Joker was shoved away harshly by the shorter who got a glare in return but Joker stopped when he witnessed Wooin hugging you, hiding your face in his chest.

"You don't have to be sorry–"

Wooins gums almost bleed through the flesh when he clenched his jaw. The boy with black hair blinked, Joker was standing, watching everything unfold.

"I know you love Joker. This is so cringe, but you know, I love you too. You don't have to love me if thats your decisioni i re–"

It felt good to let that off his chest, breaking through the protecting barrier that brought him comfort. But thats when you processed his words.

"What? Who said that I didn't like you, Wooin? I love you both, okay?! I don't wanna choose between you two! You both are my everything!"

You glared at nowhere in particular, regretting your decision. You really ruined everything.

Thumbs wiped away the tear stamps while a big hand pat your head. "Is that so? Can you show us how much we mean to you?"

"Yes, I swear I love you both. Do I have to pick one only?"

You shared a look with your two crushes, one of them grinned while the one towering over you sneaked an arm around your torso.

"Of course not. You can have us both only if..."

Wooin cupped your face, stroking your cheek, his face nearing your own. "...we can share you, sounds good?" As if that wasn't what you wanted for years while the two wanted to worship you for so long.

"Please? Share me."

"See, what a sweet girl she is."

Your thighs clenched, it was getting hotter and hotter, Wooins hand replaced Jokers, patting your head while his other rubbed circles on your rear.

"Now be a good girl and open the door."

Your hand was shaking, quite literally, your nervous system getting kicked in the stomach until someone helped you keep it steady.

Hot breaths against your head, something poking against your inner thigh as body heat pried over you.

A loud click made your squeak, two beasts emerging through the door after you, that's when you were pulled back from striding away.

Wet kisses were drawn on your neck, noises leaving your throat as your got touched everywhere. You didn't know who was who and who did what until Wooin stood in front of you, placing his lips on yours.

The cold metal on his tongue made you jolt when it came in contact with your lips and inner mouth.

The boxer behind you was busy decorating you with hickeys, working on the zipper of your jeans, shoving his hand down the waistband, cupping you, his middle finger running against your slit, touching the bundle of nerves that made you weak in the knees.

"Hmm, so soaked."

His deep voice rumbled next to your ear, a electrifying shiver running on your spine, your mouth was occupied by Wooin who lacked oxygen which resulted in him to bite your lower lip before letting go.

"Carry her."

Wooin himself didn't know how he was managing to be so calm, he was about to get closer to his love, his only love.

He was obsessed.

Joker swooped you up in his arms, taking you to your bed, Wooin closing the door as soon as you entered.

First your hoodie, jeans taken off, leaving you bare, standing before your bed with them leaning over you, working their own clothes off.

Thats when the boy with blueish hair stopped, gaze fixated on the necklace gifted to you by someone else. Joker fisted the pendant, ripping it off your throat.

"I don't like seeing it on you."

Wooin raised an eyebrow and you chuckled, so he was jealous after all?

After they took care you, it was their turn and you looked up at them with doe eyes, chewing on your lip.

You slid your hand on Jokers hard abs which made him grip your wrist, the baseline of his cock showing through his pants. Throwing his neck back when you ran your hand over it so sensually.

And Wooin, who was feeling neglected, took your other hand, copying what you did with Hajun, a groan escaping from him.

Were you realizing that you weren't gonna rest at all tonight? Yes. And were you in for it? Also yes. You were desperate for all of it.

"hurry..."

You tugged on the fabric of their pants, sitting on the bed as you watched them undress, feeling a bit nervous.

"i wanna eat you" Wooins sly request made you give him a smirk in return. "Yeah? All yours...eat her out." ...fuck the tent in his trousers just hurt.

"spread your legs."

Wooin helped you, wishing he could just rip off the cute little panties you were and stuff you full of him. But that's for another time.

"Just like that..."

You had no idea that Hajun was now behind you, removing your bra, groping you while Wooin removed your underwear, exposing you fully, licking his lips at the sight.

"Fuck yeah, so wet."

You were taken aback, a finger toying with your hole without any warning. "Can't enter yet, guess I'll have to make it loose." Joker wrapped an tattooed arm around your neck, pulling you against his chest, the other under your thigh to keep your legs parted for Wooin.

Your hips bucked at the touch of cold metal nagging your clit that wasn't ready for the immediate sucking and lapping.

His mouth caught on with the your puffy lips, enjoying the ecstasy of your taste, eating you like it was his last meal.

The boy between your legs had his grip on your stomach, up and down his hands massaged the side of your belly, trying to get you calm.

Sweet noises leaked out your lips, the boy holding you giving your head some pecks as the other ate you out. You were suffocating, fingernails digging into the tattooed wrist.

Your legs were trying to close for their own rest but Joker had that problem solved, not letting your body do as it wanted.

"Wooin!!"

You felt him smirking against you, his face was red, wooin was about to hump the air if this went on, you tasted so sweet, essence on the tip of his tongue making his eyes roll back.

And his hard dick wasn't helping.

Your walls took his tongue comfortably, feeling tipped off whenever it was taken out your hole that quivered only for him to stimulate you by running circles around your clit

His thumb took that position, harsh rubbing to your clit, sending electricity all over you. Your brain fogged up, legs shook like crazy.

Yeah he was experienced...

There was a knot in your stomach, you were gonna explode! Sweat bullets ran down you temple, Joker was hushing you, his hand digging into the plush flesh if your upper thigh, sensing your near.

"O-ohh, wooin! So good!"

Streaks of black hair stuck out beneath your fingers, you tucked on his head, pushing your hips futher into the boys mouth.

He didn't like that, slapping your sore clit and it made you jump, so hot. The room was so lewd, everything reeked of sex and sweat.

The noises were so loud, the squelching sounds made you want to close your ears but Wooin only laughed, he felt it too, you were close.

"look, pussys tryna talk back to me..."

Your leg twitched, finally, it erupted, the fluid shone under the lights, dripping from Wooins chin and he licked them, slurping any left over cum.

As you were breathing heavily, calming down, two fingers shoved in you, Joker. Why were they so huge..? You muscles were sore and your insides tried to push him out but Joker kept his fingers deep inside, knuckles wet because you, your tongue lolling, hanging at your lips.

The curl of them really made your legs twitch up, toes curling. "She likes that." Joker observed, Wooin smiling, holding your hold.

His eyes never left your love-drunk ones. "This is only the begin baby." He caressed your face, his gaze meeting Jokers who was pushing himself against you.

"Stretch her out, yeah?"

You were left pulsing when Joker retreated his fingers, nodding, letting your neck go as he got rid of his boxers.

Your body was moved in a different position so you were now facing the blue haired boy who's cock was most surely bigger than average, and it was gonna hurt.

Blinking, you were suddenly lifted by the hips, hovering above the mushroomy tip that was a beaming dark red, Joker slowly lowered your body, you hissed.

His tip was inside, now the rest 9 and a half inches to take in. He was going slow, his eyes shutting close, trying to focus and not slam himself inside and fuck you stupid.

Slow. Slow. Slow...

Joker threw his head back, Adams apple bobbing when he gulped down the salvia that gathered in his mouth, you shook, your gummy walls were trying to make out the intrusion which automatically made you clench and tighten up.

You winced at the caged hold on your sides, Joker let a breath out, halting your movements for a second. Wooin was amused by his struggles, palming his bulge.

"Hajun, You're so big."

Your forehead was on his shoulder blade, biting on your lip as you tried to get him inside, but it burned so much.

A loud, high pitched moan left the deepest part of your chest when Joker grabbed both of your hips, slamming you down, his balls flush to your ass.

The plump lips were hugging him, clit catching along on the small white hairs on the base, his cock so big making you want to throw up.

Your walls ripped open, the male forcing himself inside of the elastic-like barrier, his cock now sensitive and pumping inside of you, the bulbous tip bruising your cervix, bulging your stomach and now Joker was about to lift you up again so you steadied yourself on his shoulders.

Joker bottomed out, leaving only the tip inside, he inhaled, eyes on the way you were about to swallow him again.

His fingers pinched the puffy, sore skin that protected your hole and the squish alone made him grin like crazy, his canines showing.

"Too big! W-wait!!"

"You'll take it."

And your mouth snapped shut before opening again as an exit for all the moans about to follow by the second slam when your insides weren't stretched enough.

The pain soon washed away by the pleasure that rang in your veins, blood and brain. His name left your lips like a mentra, his cock touching your g spot each time with each thrust.

Your life depended on him, you were clinging on Joker who felt like you were melting him, such a snug cunt wrapped around him, forming a white ring at start of his cock.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, occasionally covered by your whining and loud whimpering that threw Joker off the edge.

You were so adorable. His dick twitched and it was like he got even bigger inside, he was making you scream by the way he was using your body like a fucktoy, slamming you over and over again until tears formed at the corner of your eyes.

You were losing contact with reality. He pounded and bruised your insides with each movement, leaving you at the tip of the iceberg.

"Woah, you're gonna break her."

"Wooin please..."

"Its okay baby, you can do it. Such a pretty girl."

Your belly was so warm, the one who you called out to, stroked your head, patting your hair and planting sweet Kisses on your throat, licking the hickeys.

Joker squished your cheeks together at the plea of the other male, did you forget that he was the one fucking you stupid?

"No. My name."

"Hajun...I can feel you."

"Louder."

White spots started to cover your vision along with the blur of tears, your jaw hung open, throat now matching the soreness of your used cunt.

Your hole was sucking him in, sucking him dry. It started throbbing around the boy whos breath cut off.

"Don't. Don't do that again or I'll cum.."

His eyebrows were knotted, his warm cunt made him hung over, searching for more and more. Wooins arms slithered around your torso as his white haired friend was still using you like a cocksleeve.

Your toes curled when one of Wooins hands caressed you and the other pressed down on the raging bulge that was almost gonna tear the fat that covered your tummy.

Your hands shot from Jokers bicep to holding Wooins wrist, trying to remove it and thats when the one fucking you took action, holding both of your hands with one, caging you from any movement.

"No – Hajun I....wanna hold you!"

You spurted out between choked cries, you felt liquid pressing at your bladder from the pressure on Joker dick inside of you.

Wooin helped his friend even tho he didnt need any help with pushing you further to take all of his cock, your ass jiggling every time your hips were slammed back down, Jokers fat shaft catching all the juices from your pussy.

"I love you....I love you."

Joker couldn't care anymore, he was losing his sanity while you clutched onto yours. The boxer looked at you, eyeing the way your tits bounced, circular motion, the buds hardened.

You were seriously about to shatter. Mouth wide open, tongue hanging out your glistening lips from saliva as your eyes glossed over.

"Joker – mghn Jun!"

The boy whose eyes were hazed and swirling with the toxicity of the lovesickness you made him have, watched as his friend basically ruined you for every other man who was trying to get with you.

If they ever tried to get with you. But nobody was. Not after the night you were gonna have with these two.

There was the familiar knot that was about to get pulled until it spilled again, your eyes rolled into your brain, drooling as it got near to expanding that feeling allover your existence.

"Nghh!– hic!"

Finally, white spooked your vision with a deafening, high note of Hajuns name, you were blinded for the next second, getting fucked through your orgasm by the huge boy who didn't stop even when you started babbling incoherent things

Your honey covered his thighs, balls and dick. Skin slapping against each other filled in the corners of the room as his pace sped up.

Jokers hairs stuck to his forehead, he wasn't stopping, not when he was about to reach his high, he felt bad yet he knew the taste of pleasure was gonna blow the guilt away.

The way you kicked with the heels if your feet, new, red scratches running down his shoulder to his mid back while tears ran down your chubby cheeks, hanging at your chin.

"So cute."

The one behind you whispered, as you desperately tried to get more, it felt so good, how you spasmed. One final thrust and you were stuffed to the lid with hot, creamy cum that melted down the sides of your hole, the cock that was layered with the white cum and onto his pulsing balls.

"Oh Hajun....I love you!"

You muttered, still dazed, they were also talking but you had no idea where it was coming from, their words were smudged by the moment they reached your ears where you could hear your own heart

Your lips connected and you were struggling to kiss back, it was really sloppy, followed by the last few spasming to keep his cum inside.

Your ears rang as you kept stuttering, eyes crossed and drowning into pleasure inside the bubble you created for yourself.

Joker wiped the sweat off his forehead, steadying His breath after he fucked his lungs out. "Awh, Y/n, did you forget that it was my turn now?"

"Yes please...more."

You probably didn't even know what you were asking for, your body laying there, so pretty, marked with their hickeys and bruises, waiting for your next load.

There was a dumb grin on your lips, showing your teeth which made the boy with piercings laugh as you laid on your back, Joker finally pulling out and it was like you lost a limb.

So were so empty now, his cum dribbling out of your hole, creating a damp spot on the sheets that you gripped onto.

"Oh fuck we had no protection."

"It's okay Hajun, please fill me up again."

How were they supposed to say no?

They officially claimed you as theirs. You belonged to them and they belonged to you.

You three were meant for each other.

You looked into their eyes realizing how much you love these two idiots, they warmed your heart up in the best way possible.

Your hand stroked Wooins cheek, a seductive smile sent his way as you sat up, pawing at your lovers chest, hand running down his V-line.

"You're gonna be the end of me."

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You were exhausted the next morning, the birds chirping woke you up along with the bright sun that glistened on your skin.

Opening your, only to close them again, you realized that you were wearing a oversized T-shirt and your panties, your lovers nowhere in sight.

Did they leave? Why would they do that?

Soon, you started panicking, the train of over thought thoughts making its way into your head

Were you overstepping things? Maybe they didn't want anything personal with you and just a one nighter? Maybe they hated it?

You sighed, tired. Placing your face into the fresh pillow, sinking into the new bedsheets. "Y/n, baby-!" A loud yet hoarse scream startled Wooin who barged inside the room, his neck was covered in hickeys, were you that crazy last night?

Joker came in behind the shorter boy, throwing himself ontop of you, hugging you as his face nestled above your thighs, Wooin gasping in betrayal.

"Move! Stop hogging her."

No, they would never leave.

"I love you two so much."

Both of them shut up, taking minutes to process your lovely words. "W-what...did I say something wrong?" Joker looked up at you from your lap, giving your thigh a kiss after.

"...I love you more than Wooin."

A vein popped on the forehead if the boy who's name was mentioned. "That's the biggest lie!" You were engulfed in another pair of arms.

"I love you more than this weirdo."

Yeah.

After all, they belonged to you and you belonged to them.

They were in love with you and you were in love with them.

I'm so sorry if this was rushed or anything but I really wanted to get this over with BC I don't Elly write on tumblr and I only wrote the other part as a joke

BTW my smut writing got rusty since I didnt write for so lonv

I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes since this isn't edited

Tags heh

@loyard176 here you go :3

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something for two (nsfw!)

week 1 of small kinktober!

catboy!zoro x fem!reader

>your plan to wear that little dress to the bar works way better than you think.

cw: catboy going feral, biting, bleeding, breeding, zoro is a little rough with you, use of the nickname 'princess' an: with this fic I have officially been posting for a year! and to celebrate i'm going to attempt a few more this month in honor of the season changing. thank you all for being on this little journey with me! wc: 2.3k

The bar thrums with loud music and echoed chatter; easy distractions after the last several days of straying off the wayward marine skiffs that always seem to be chasing along after them.

Maybe it’s the handful of whiskey he’s already downed, but Zoro finds it easy to dismiss the hustle and bustle of the dance floor or the crowded bartender. He’s sated where he’s seated, quite content on minding his business while the other Strawhats enjoy themselves with whatever they’re busy doing.

He keeps a sharp eye out, though, for despite his light inebriation Zoro’s guard remains up. There isn’t any way to tell if any of these patrons are up to no good, and frankly somebody needs to keep the peace if something breaks out. That, and, someone very important to him has yet to show up.

Back on the ship, you had insisted on waiting and walking with Nami – who famously takes a while to get ready for a night out – and knowing that you can defend yourself if necessary on the short walk from the dock to the town, Zoro shrugs and heads off with the others, thinking nothing of it.

But you haven’t turned up yet. 

Part of him thinks to go searching for you, but each time he considers standing up your voice echoes in his mind, scolding him for getting lost or losing his way.

With a sigh, Zoro’s ears flatten and his tail twitches in annoyance as he finishes off another mug of whiskey.

When you walk into the bustling bar, it’s hard to find anyone you’re familiar with over the masses of people within. So you stick close to Nami, inching your way through sweaty, booze-scented bodies to find the bar for a much needed drink.

You had donned a short black, hip hugging dress at the behest of the navigator and – while it's easy to pretend that you had agreed in innocence, you, and a certain brooding catboy that you’re fond of, definitely know better.

Spotting Zoro at the far reaches of the establishment, you make a beeline toward the side of the bar where he’ll certainly get a good look at all of you. Wrangling Nami along, you squeeze between a few patrons and order a round of drinks for the two of you, making quite sure to bend over the wooden bar enough for the swordsman to see just a glimpse of your panties – his favorite pair – on display.

You aren’t playing dumb – you know exactly what you’re asking for – and the short of it is: you’re ovulating, and he can smell it.

Zoro's ears perk up at the familiar scent that hits his nose as you enter the bar. The sweet, musky aroma of your arousal wafts through the air, igniting a primal hunger deep within him. His eyes narrow as they lock onto you, drinking in the sight of your curves hugged by that sinfully short dress.

A low, possessive growl rumbles in his chest as you bend over the bar, putting yourself on lewd display. The urge to claim you, to rut into your heat and fill you with his seed, surges through his veins. His tail lashes behind him, betraying the cool, collected visage that he was trying to maintain.

In one fluid motion, he rises from his seat and stalks towards you, his movements predatory and purposeful. The crowd parts before him, sensing the dangerous aura rolling off the swordsman in waves – the same aura that has you smirking into your drink.

Zoro's breath hitches as your scent grows stronger, the feral need to breed you consuming his every thought. His stride is long and purposeful as he approaches, the hungry look in his eyes promising wicked things.

He crowds into your space, one hand coming to rest possessively on your shoulder as he leans in close as he raises his lips to your ear. "Nice dress," he rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "Shame about what's about to happen to it."

The swordsman's hand slides from your hip to hook an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his firm body. You can feel the heat of him even through your clothes, his scent enveloping you and making your head swim with desire.

"Someone's feeling bold tonight," you purr, feeling his sharp nails nip along the fabric of your dress. 

Zoro's grip on your hip tightens, his hardening length pressing insistently against your lower back. "You know exactly what you're doing," he grumbles, his hot breath fanning across your neck. His free hand slides up your side, skimming the curve of your breast before cupping the back of your neck. "Well, two can play at that game, princess."

In a flash, Zoro spins you around and over his shoulder, making you squeal in sudden excitement. His strong arms wrap around you as he carries you away, picking the first door he sees, beyond which you're a bit relieved to see a single stalled bathroom. 

Zoro kicks the door shut behind him before setting you down on the edge of the sink, never breaking eye contact. His hands grip your thighs, pushing them apart as he steps between them. 

One hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt up around your waist as he leans in to nip at your neck. "I'm going to make you scream my name until everyone in this bar knows who you belong to," he promises darkly. A claw slides up your thigh, and in an instant your dress is sliced down the sides and the fabric of your panties is cut through.

"So needy, huh?" You coo, reaching up to scratch behind the moss green tuft of his ear with sickeningly sweet abandon. “All over one little dress?”

Zoro replies with something between a scoff and growl – like he isn't in the mood for your teasing anymore and that he's going to do something about it. His eye flashes with a dangerous glint. "You're the one who decided to parade around looking like a snack," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. "Don't act surprised when I decide to take a bite."

He means it, too – because a large, clawed hand tightens around the underside of your thigh and presses it to your chest as the other hastily rustles his cock free. There's no patience in his actions, as soon as the tip of his dick throbs at your entrance, Zoro is shoving it past your folds and deep into your soaked pussy. 

Your mouth falls open and your toes curl, a sharp moan of arousal leaving your lips as he sheathes himself within you so hungrily. Zoro releases your thigh places his hands firmly on the wall either side of your head as his hips piston into you at a rhythm of his own, trapping you between them.

Zoro's hips snap forward, driving his thick cock deeper into your tight heat. “Gonna fuck a runt or two into ya’, since thats what ya seem to want." he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Otherwise you wouldn’t be walkin’ around with your ass out.”

It feels like you're getting the wind knocked out of you, each stroke along your walls pulling enough of a hedonistic tune from your lungs to leave you breathless.

"F-fuck...," you gasp out and reach to grab hold onto his wrists, desperate for anything to keep you grounded.

"Shit, you're so tight," he groans, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Gonna fill you up so good, make you feel so fucking full." Zoro's tail wraps around your thigh, the soft fur tickling your skin as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. His claws dig into your thighs, leaving deep, crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

He leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as his hips continue their relentless assault. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming you thoroughly as he fucks you senseless. His hips never stop moving, driving into you with a force that rattles the sink beneath you with each powerful thrust, the sound of your bodies slamming together drowning out the distant noise of the bar beyond.

You fidget a hand between the sweat of your bodies to find your clit, desperate but unable to keep up with Zoro's stamina. You gasp when he suddenly smacks your hand away with a feral growl down your throat before leaving your lips to nibble down your neck.

Zoro's teeth graze your skin, his sharp canines leaving a trail of stinging bites in their wake. "No touching," he barks, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "I'll take care of you."

He reaches between your bodies, his calloused fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubs the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "Gonna make you cum on my cock," he pants, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "Gonna feel so good when you squeeze around me."

Zoro works your clit with expert precision, the rough pads of his fingers sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. He can feel your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock, your body tensing as you climb higher and higher towards your peak.

“Fuck – I know it feels good, doesn’t it princess?" he growls, his hot breath fanning over your neck. "Made for my fucking cock, aren't you? Want me to give you a brat to prove it, right?"

"Yes!" You cry out, rolling your head back into his palm, "Show everyone I'm yours, Zoro, please!"

You feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as the pressure mounts. Zoro's fingers on your clit are relentless, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Zoro, I'm–", your nails dig into his shoulders as your climax crashes over you. Your pussy clenches around his cock, your walls ripple and squeeze him into blind ecstasy, and the sound of you chanting – screaming his name takes him down with you.

He groans as your walls clamp down around him, your orgasm milking his cock. He bites down hard on your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh. Zoro's hips stutter as the taste of your blood fills his mouth, the coppery tang mixing with the musky scent of your arousal. It's intoxicating, driving him to fuck into you with renewed vigor.

He pounds into you with wild ferocity, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your fluttering walls. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills, his cock twitching as he floods your womb.

Zoro's body shudders as he empties himself inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum. He releases your shoulder from his teeth, licking the excess blood from his lips before he collapses against you.

His chest heaves as he catches his breath, his softening cock still buried inside your cum-filled pussy. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling the scent of your arousal mixed with his own.

As Zoro's breathing calms, he slowly pulls out of your still quivering pussy. Zoro leans back slightly, admiring his handiwork for a moment as he watches his seed drip from your well-used hole and with a wicked grin, he scoops up the excess cum from your thighs and pushes it back inside, making sure every last drop is accounted for.

Can't waste that.

"There, that's better," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Now you're nice and full, just like I promised."

He helps you off the sink, steadying you on your wobbly legs. His hands roam over your curves, caressing your skin as he takes in the sight of you - disheveled, full, but stunning. You're a sight to behold - rosy cheeks, swollen lips, and a satisfied glow that radiates from within. With a final, possessive squeeze to your ass, Zoro steps back. 

"Should get you cleaned up, huh?"

Zoro reaches for some paper towels, wetting them under the sink before turning back to you. With a gentle touch that belies his earlier ferocity, he carefully cleans the wound on your shoulder, wiping away the remaining droplets of crimson that lay dry on down your chest.

Once you're cleaned up, Zoro helps you with your dress and lends you his robe, tying it tightly around you, his hands lingering perhaps a bit longer than necessary. He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss before pulling slightly with another satisfied grin.

"Let's get out of here before someone comes looking for us," Zoro says, his voice low and husky. He takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he leads you out of the bathroom.

As you step out into the dimly lit hallway, Zoro pulls you close, his arm wrapping around your waist possessively. He guides you in search of an exit through the still very much crowded bar, his grip on your waist firm and possessive. He keeps you close, as if afraid someone might try to steal you away.

Finally, you emerge into the cool night air, the bustle of the bar's patrons a distant memory. Zoro takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the crisp air. He turns to you, his eye gleaming in the moonlight.

"Come on, let's get you back to the ship. Gotta put a real bandage on that bite." He leans down and scoops you into his arms. One of your hands comes to scratch behind his ears again lovingly, and he can’t resist leaning into more of your touch.

"Sorry about that, by the way." He adds as he follows your pointed finger in the direction of the docks. His voice, rough with exhaustion and satisfaction, comes with a soft purr in his chest that threatens to lull you to sleep there and then.

"Like you said," You reply, sleepily looking up at him with a smile and a small kiss to his shoulder. "It's what I wanted, right?"

[nanaminsmoon]

hey hru :) can i request connie x reader being both hyper sexual but reader chose celibacy so the sexual tension is always high and the make out a lot and connie can’t take it anymore

now how did you know that i was thinking about this like an hour before you suggested it?🤨 anyways i'm good and i hope you like it fren🤭

cw: horny!connie x celibateblackfem!reader, pnv, phone sex, masturbation (f+m), connie calls reader; 'ma', 'hermosa', 'my good girl', ('gorgeous), 'cuero' ('whore'), 'mételo, ma' ('put it in, ma'), 'despacio' ('slowly'),

wc: 3162 + lazily proofread bc i'm tired lol

your celibacy had started long before you met him. after wasting your time with too many useless men, you decided to focus on yourself which led you to the decision to try and avoid sex until you were dating someone for, at least, two years. as good of an idea as it seemed at first, you couldn’t help but grow to hate the hastening of your heart each time you had to tell a guy you were feeling about your somewhat ‘extreme’ decision. luckily you only had to do it once, before you met the man who could only be described as your worst match; connie springer.

connie had a reputation that proceeded him, and a long line of women who would do anything for him because the dick was just that good. the first time you had met connie, one of his friends had brought up his nickname, ’cuero’. and once you found out what it meant, you hid your shaky voice with a small laugh. but, contrary to what you had thought of him, connie didn’t really care about you being celibate because he just wanted to be with you. though it took a while to get used to, he made sure he respected your decision and adhered to all your boundaries surrounding physical affection.

but sweet gestures would be layered to hide the bitter truth. that being, connie had never been through anything as difficult as this in his life. his friends called him dramatic, but he told them that they would never understand how infuriating it was to be laid next to the prettiest girl he had ever seen, his borrowed shirt moving up her body, and her thong doing nothing to cover her skin. all of that meaning that the warmth of her ass would just be pressed up against him, as he squirmed and cursed under his breath. for the first time in years, connie’s cheeks and ears rouged at the heat radiating off a woman’s skin, growing at the place you two connected to engulf him whole. he felt like a teenager again in the worst way possible; once natural mannerisms became awkward, words stumbling over each other in a way that made him cringe. there were too many times he felt like you could read his lewd thoughts as he watched you perform mundane tasks like getting dressed. but you had never noticed the way he observed you, wondering what you’d look like clothed in lip marks, accessorised with hand shaped stamps on your ass cheeks.

unbeknownst to your boyfriend, he wasn’t the only one having a hard time. celibacy had been a fairly simple journey until the day you stumbled across a fine dominican speed bump. now you worried about catching him as he came out of the shower, towel loosely hanging from his hip bones as steaming droplets of water slid down the valleys on his toned abdomen. or the dreaded times where he’d wear those stupid fucking compression shirts, with those stupid grey sweats and nothing underneath. when ovulation week rolled around, everything your boyfriend did felt like a taunt to you; sleeping in just his boxers, smacking your ass, kissing you, even the way his tongue and fingers moved as he rolled his blunts had you crossing your legs and shifting in your seat.

it had gotten to the point where making out wasn’t cutting it anymore. and that’s how you and connie’s sex life began to escalate. one night, your hormones got the better of you so you called your man in need of relief. excitement was audible in his voice when he picked up the phone, but it would soon be substituted with a panic that would seep out of his pores, when all he could hear was you breathing heavily. but, something in his brain told him not to say anything so he remained quiet as he listened intently. that’s when he’d realise that those heavy breaths were laboured, and probably caused by whatever was buzzing in the background.

”i need you to put a baby in me, pa”, you had suddenly broken the silence, and a deep breath left connie’s mouth. he’d have to shift in his seat to calm himself down, but it’d do absolutely nothing.

”you can’t say shit like that, hermosa.”, he replied through clenched teeth. luckily he had just sold to his last client of the day, so he’d stay on the phone as he drove into an empty car park. within seconds, his dick would be in his hand and his own breaths would harmonise with yours over the phone as he fucked into his hand, and talked you through your nut.

prior to that day, the furthest you had gone was kissing. whether it be in his car, in bed, on the couch when you’re meant to be watching a movie, or even when connie would join you in the shower to kiss on the wet skin on your neck, you had never crossed that line. it was definitely difficult when he’d be stood right behind you, his bare dick touching your cheeks and all, but you’d always keep it together. that was until the day you were sat on his couch, getting ready to watch a tv show together. everything was fine, until connie went to wrap a blanket around you. it was something he had done many times before, but this time was different; due to your proximity, his breath was going straight into your ear, and it’d grow uneasy as you maintained eye contact. the sound of his breath picking up was reminiscent of the times you’d fucked over the phone, and the salacious memories were making your eyes gloss over. connie could read you like a book; he wouldn’t even reach the second page before his hand would be on your thigh. it’d linger on the warm skin before it’d move up your shorts, while he connected his lips with the skin on your neck.

when he finally did pull back, connie would place his lips on yours in a kiss that was sweet…until it wasn’t. its romantic feel would fade out as soon as he heard you moan when he put his tongue in your mouth. and, once he felt your hand so high up on his thigh that it was practically touching his dick, he would throw away all regard for where his hands were—they’d start grabbing anything they could. discernment told connie to pull away, because your lips were shooing the blood in his head to the place between his legs. yet, it’d all go ignored. instead he’d pull you onto his lap and smile against your mouth when you just let him. the wetness between your legs would rub against the hard length about to break through his boxers as your hips moved on top of it. all that could be heard in that room was heavy breathing, quiet moans, and the sound of connie’s hands occasionally landing on your skin to smack your cheeks when he got bored of massaging them.

the feeling of your hands on his nape, and running through his short buzzcut, travelled throughout connie’s body to will his hands to pull you down onto his bulge as he began chasing any form of relief from you. still lost in how bad you wanted him, your hips would subconsciously help connie by moving faster. and it wouldn’t be until he pulled away from your lips to lean his head back on the couch that you’d be alerted of your actions. they’d immediately cease, and connie wouldn’t get what was happening so he’d be kissing on your neck,

”it feels so good, ma, just keep movin’ on me”. that request would be met with you moving yourself from him completely. judging by the pensive look on your face, connie knew exactly what had happened and remorse began to wash over the arousal he had once felt. soon his hands would wipe his face, before he placed one on your knee.

”i’m sorry, y/n.”, he quietly apologised, ”i…i don’t know what the fuck happened. i guess i just lost myself”, he picked your hand up, and kissed your knuckles repeatedly. of course it wasn’t just him, you should’ve known better too, so you shook your head and pulled him in for a hug.

”it’s fine. i fucked up too”, you chortled before pulling him back and awkwardly going back to watching whatever show you had picked.

and that should’ve been the end of it. but the feeling he had formed in your clit had yet to subside. so when you moved to his bed, later that evening, you decided it was about time you gave him what you both wanted. connie leant against the head board, with you cuddled up by his side and, with your each and every movement, it was clear to see that he was still sensitive after what happened earlier. using that to your advantage, you’d lay your hand on his thigh and, as soon as that contact was made, connie’s eyes would dart to you. just as he was about to open his mouth and question your actions, you got up and climbed onto him. curiosity told him to move his parted lips, but intrigue kept them still as he watched you move closer to his neck. small pecks on his skin would increase in length, as well as intensity, and a few marks would decorate his neck, before you moved on to kiss and suck at his earlobe. that, mixed with the way your hips started moving again, brought back the memories of what had unfolded on his couch a few hours ago.

”y/n”, connie voiced, head still tilted to give you better access to his neck and ear, ”what about…?”, the end of that sentence was unfinished for two reasons; connie didn’t like bringing it up, and he was just too horny to think of the word.

”fuck it.”, you answered curtly, “i just need you so bad, pa”, connie scoffed at you, yet he still wouldn’t move from his position, he’d just place his hands on your hips.

”you sure?”, his eyes opened to look at you, and they’d see you nod softly before you stopped what you were doing.

”i mean, if you don’t want to then we can just—”, you began to taunt your boyfriend, but he’d cut you off.

”fuck that”, is all he said, before he’d flip your positions so you were laying beneath him, and he was stripping your body of anything covering it.

connie had seen you naked many times during the 7 months you had been together, but you would’ve never guessed with the way his eyes were darting all over the place, not sure what to do with themselves. because they were seeing you in a way they had only ever dreamed of—dreams that would end in embarrassment as connie trudged to change out of the moist fabric covering his lower half. but now that you were in front of him, wanting what he did, he would have to take a second to think. then, once he knew what he wanted, connie would move from the bed to rummage through one of your bags. confusion would scrunch your eyebrows for a second until connie returned to your line of vision with your vibrator in his hand. cockiness would stretch his lips into a smirk at the discovery that you were unaware of him seeing it when you were looking for your socks earlier. thinking of all the possible things he wanted to do with it pulled you out of the present moment until the droning sound of the toy brought you back. in the time you had been daydreaming, connie had walked to the side of the bed and when he handed it to you, you’d look up at him to say ”really?”. he’d chuckle as he nodded,

”i need to see what i’ve been hearing for so long”, he explained, and your eyes rolled before they eyed the device as if you’d never seen it before. though you wanted connie, you couldn’t refute the fact that the prolonged buzzing noise exacerbated the wetness between your legs. so you’d spread them, and the way you acted without instruction widened connie’s eyes. they’d stay that way as you used the wand to tease your clit, moaning his name as if he were the cause for the way your thighs were already starting to tremble. and connie’d just watch you; eyes fluttering shut, as you leaned on the pillows and keened his name. he wouldn’t even realise that he was holding his breath until he let out a heavy sigh.

”mételo, ma“, he ordered gently, as he moved a chair and put it in front of the bed. his dick would be in his hand as he watched you do as he said. the calls that he had began to yearn for at the end of every day seemed meaningless in comparison to the display before his eyes; his beautiful girlfriend sprawled out in front of him, legs shaking at a toy she wished was him instead, and a growing patch of wetness on the bed covers underneath her.

”despacio”, connie’s strained voice managed to reach your ears, and you nodded, sliding the toy in you slower to give connie a better view of the slight stretch.

so lost in it all, your eyes hadn’t opened since the toy had touched you—your head had been on the pillows below you, as your back arched off the now wet bed. you’d only pry your drowsy lids open when you felt connie’s hands on yours, pulling the toy out of you, licking a strip of the wetness on it, before throwing it on the bed. he wouldn’t even bother to kiss you as he knelt on the bed, his thumb moving over his raging tip as he positioned himself between your legs. pink, and needing to touch the spot inside you that he knew would drive you crazy, connie’s tip would be rubbed in between your folds to collect as much of your arousal as it could. and, for the first time in too long, connie’s ego would awaken at the sound of the gorgeous woman whining underneath him, toes wiggling aggressively as he teased you. after a while, it started to look like connie was teasing himself; though he had literally dreamt of this moment, he wasn’t rushed. instead, he wanted to take his time and make you feel so good that you would beg him to fuck you every single second of every single day to make up for lost time.

when his tip finally did enter you, it’d still there for a second. it was during that second that you started wondering if you could actually take connie. you knew that he was big, but the thought of actually having to deal with that stretch had always been pushed to the back of your mind. luckily for you, he’d push the rest of his dick into you very slowly. and, about quarter of the way inside you, his forehead would be on yours—already sweaty, and starting to wrinkle in the middle. romance would reintegrate itself during that one second, because connie would connect your lips again, allowing his tongue to dance with yours in a messy kiss that would spur his hips to move again. and, as soon as the sound of his balls smacking against your ass registered in your mind, you’d intertwine your hands at his nape, keeping your lips attached to hide the sound of your moans. connie’d quickly catch onto what you were doing, and pull back from you to shake his head,

”nah, ma, i’ve been waitin’ on this f’r too damn long. let me hear ya.”

connie wouldn’t need to ask you twice because, after that, you gave him exactly what he wanted. and, other than fawning over the way you were cussing using the spanish you had learnt from him, connie was losing his damn mind. this was your first time fucking, and he honestly felt like it was his first time ever having sex because of how hypersensitive his dick was. he could feel every single micro spasm of your walls, and when they intensified to the point where it was difficult to ignore the twitching of his balls as you continuously clenched around him, he knew you were close.

”fuck, ma, how you been keeping this from me?”, he asked at you and you’d mumble out a nonsensical response. all you could focus on was the fact that your release was at the tip of your curling fingers, so everything else was just fading into the background,

”’mm so closee, p-pa, p-pleasee”, you pleaded, and connie pressed your legs against your chest as he fucked into you with more haste.

”need you to promise to never keep my pussy from me ever again”, he demanded through gritted teeth, and you nodded desperately at him, ”’f you wanna cum then you gon’ have to speak t’me, ma”, he kissed his teeth, and you would try your best to gather yourself to start speaking.

”i p-promise i prom-mise pppromise”, you stuttered out, and connie’s smile warmed you from above.

”that’s my good girl”, between the praise, and connie’s dick abusing your cervix, it wouldn’t be long before pleasured tears left your closing eyes as you came around him. and, being a retired man-whore, connie thought he could take it, but he really couldn’t; as soon as you started tightening around him, his eyes would shut firmly as he struggled to move in and out of you.

”shit.”, he whispered, head bowed.

his intentions to make you yearn for his dick wouldn’t be neglected. they’d quickly come into fruition because, even as he filled you with load after load and fucked you in every position his filthy mind could think of, you would still beg for more of him. in the time space of a few hours, you two had gone from trying not to give into each other, to refusing to not be connected in a way that made you both sweat. most of connie felt satisfied with himself, yet a small part feared the monster he had created.

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[toxicanonymity]

Watch you watch him f*ck his wife

1.4k words / Javi G x wife!Reader, Nick watches

A/N: In The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, as Nick is arriving, he's on the phone talking about the visit, and they speculate if Javi wants to “watch [nick] watch him fuck his wife.” (0:39 in trailer)

SUMMARY: Your husband, Javi G., badly wants to make love while Nicolas Cage watches, and he has his reasons that will be revealed in time.

Warnings: I8+ mdni. P in V sex, breeding, consensual if reluctant cuckish situation. Unedited.

Javi's lips brush against your neck and his arms wrap around you. "Es importante, amorcito," he begs. (it's important, baby). "You won't notice he's there."  Javi doesn't ask for much, but he's nothing if not persistent.  Ever since he had that dream, he needs Nicolas Cage to watch the two of you. Now that Cage himself is finally here, Javi's not going to let it go.  

You turn around because you don't wanna miss Javi's face when you say, "Ok, amor. I love you that much."  Javi’s eyes triple in size and he grabs your head to kiss you. "MUAH, the most beautiful woman in the world. Y el corazón más lindo del mundo." (And the sweetest heart in the world).  His eyes are welling up in tears. You suspect Nick won't agree to this, which makes your heart hurt for Javi, as much as you could do without Nicolas Cage watching you make love.

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A few hours later, you’re on your marital bed in a crotchless teddy and robe. The wall behind the bed is a mirror.  You’re ovulating, so you’re extra horny.  Javi planned it this way.  Javi walks in wearing a similar silk robe with Nicolas Cage following behind him fully dressed. 

“It’s really very nice to have you here in our bedroom,” Javi says with bright eyes as he turns to face Cage. “Please,” he motions to a chaise in the corner.  

Nick looks at you and says “Yeah. . . Hi.” Then looks back at Javi without so much as checking you out.  He tries to reason with Javi.  “Look, Javi, I've been having a blast with you, but this is too much.” 

"Oh, no" Javi looks embarrassed.  "No, no, of course not,” Javi laughs as if Nick thinks it’s a threesome.  “you don’t have to do anything at all, just keep us company." He squeezes Nick's shoulder reassuringly.  "Can I get you something to drink?"

Nick sighs and looks around, resigning himself to the situation.  “How about I get it myself.”

“Please, make yourself at home,” Javi says. Nick makes his way to the wet bar slowly. “You can get started now,” he groans, trying to buy time without watching the two of you. 

Javi says, “Nonsense," then waits for Nick to be seated.  "This is a special opportunity. We should all embrace it." 

"I'm sure it is," Nick says in his typical exasperation.  He reluctantly takes a seat on the chaise with a glass of whiskey. 

"My husband has been wanting this for a long time, Mr. Cage. . .I'm afraid our intimate life will remain incomplete without it." 

Nick looks you over and can't help but feel for you.  "Ugh," he groans, sympathizing with your plea.  "Let's get this over with." 

Javi beams that Nick is staying in the room, regardless of his attitude. 

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You're up near the headboard resting on two pillows. Javi kneels onto the bed and you get up on your knees to face him.  He takes off his robe with a boyish glance to Nick, leaving only his silk shorts.   Then he nudges your robe over your shoulders and it pools on the bed behind you. "Don't be nervous, amor," he tells you. "He's so down to earth." 

"Isn't she beautiful, Nick?" Javi asks and glances back to him. 

"Gorgeous," Nick says and you can hear him roll his eyes. Wanting this to be over. That's okay, Javi makes you feel pretty enough for both of them. 

You lie down and Javi looks you in the eyes. He's so happy, and so hungry for you. This is the saving grace of the situation. Javi doesn't know how not to be sensual, even if he tried. He bought you the lingerie just for this occasion.  Three different sets and you modeled each for him.  He thought the black let your natural beauty shine the most. 

Javi straddles you, and his lips brush your neck, then your chest. He slowly massages your breast, then plants his mouth over the lace, looking up at you as your nipple puckers under the damp fabric in his mouth.  "Mmmm, hermosa," he sighs, then lays his pelvis into yours.  A pang of arousal shoots through you at the touch of his ample arousal.

Javi buries his face in your neck, then brings a knee between yours to spread your legs.  He gets between them and covers your mouth with his, then reaches down and nudges his middle finger inside the slit of the lingerie, inhaling sharply at the feel of your slick.  “She’s wet,” Javi announces, making your face heat up as you remember Nick’s in the room.  

Nick doesn’t answer until Javi holds up his fingers and stretches them apart.  “Great, Javi.”

Javi’s nipples harden in excitement at the sound of his name in Nick’s mouth, and this reaction turns you on. Javi pulls his silk shorts beneath his hard cock and your breath hitches at the sight of his commanding wood. Then he gets out of the shorts entirely, putting his ass on full display for Nick.  

Nick doesn’t audibly react. He’s a professional.  He’s probably seen people simulate sex before.  Javi nudges the lace slit open with his middle and index fingers,  then slips the head of his cock inside, meeting your slippery warmth with a moan.  His cock pushes into you, and you can’t help but gasp as his girth parts your walls. He leans down and you lift your head to approach his.  He pulls back then bottoms out, grunting into the side of your cheek.  

“So beautiful,” Javi whispers, then sucks your mouth into his.  He licks into your mouth passionately with his eyes closed as he fucks you slowly.  He breaks the kiss only to pant and grunt. “You feel so good, amor.” He thrusts into you hard and breathes heavily.  He kisses, then nibbles and sucks your neck, then says “She’s so beautiful, Nick,” shaking you back to reality, but you’re still turned on and his cock feels so good inside you. 

“I’m sorry I cannot share her,” Javi says, rising up to look at Nick in the mirror.. “But she is all mine.”  Javi’s eyes rove your chest and neck then return to yours.  Nick sighs. 

Javi thrusts into you slow and steady, then with more power.  It feels special being able to give him this experience.  He’s fucking you in a new way.  More deliberately, more gratefully, and you’re glad you did this because of it.  All your sex is hot, but there’s something about his different energy that really turns you on.  Javi fucks you for several minutes, so tenderly and passionately that it feels like just the two of you.   You feel something building, and Javi feels it too.  He buries himself deep inside you and rocks his hips, prodding your g-spot.  You sigh out loud and feel a chill go through you. 

Javi returns his mouth to your nipples and your hips lift into him.  He releases your tit with a moan and his breathing becomes heavier.  He looks you in the eyes with all the love in the world as he plunges to the hilt and kisses your neck again, making you come undone.  Your face juts toward the ceiling as you moan and your body contracts and releases.  

“Yes, Amor,” Javi says. “Te amo, amorcito,” he whispers, then plunges deep inside you and erupts with a groan.  When Nick catches your eye, he’s definitely watching.  He’s not looking away, but you quickly look away from Nick. When Javi is finished coming, he presses his hand to your lower belly and says, “This is the night. I can feel it, amor,” then kisses you on the lips and a tear falls out of his eye.  

Nick looks away as Javi puts on his shorts.  “So, thank you,” Javi says to Nick.  “This was a very special night for us.” 

Then Nick looks back.  There’s something different about the way Nick is looking at you and Javi.  Something unironic, unamused.  He digs his wrist into his crotch as he looks at his watch and clears his throat.  “That was nice, Javi,” he says, putting on the same reluctant voice.  He’s a good actor. 

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Thank you for reading lol I love you guys

[cherrycola27]

Till Death?

Pairings: Rooster x Reader? Hangman x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, language, PTSD, Physical and Domestic violence, pregnancy loss, Minors DNI. 18+

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Part 3

You stared at the box of tampons, just sitting on the shelf, mocking you.

You tried to think back to the last time you had your period, but you couldn't remember.

You had always religiously taken your birth control. "Shit" you breathed out. You thought back to the night Jake had taken you to a western bar and taught you how to line dance. You were barely three months into your relationship. That night ended with the two of you tangled in the sheets.

The next morning, you noticed that you'd skipped a pill, but one missed pill couldn't hurt right?

You quickly tore through the bathroom cabinets, looking for a pregnancy test. You had some leftover from when you found out you were pregnant with Nick.

You found a box and ripped it open. You took two just to be sure.

You set them down on the counter and set a timer on your phone. When the alarm went off, you flipped them over.

"Honey, are you okay?" Rooster called out, gently knocking on the door. He pressed an ear to it and heard the faint sound of you crying.

He opened the door and saw you leaning up against the bathtub, knees pulled to your chest and tears in your eyes.

"Oh, Honey. What's wrong?" He asked, coming to sit down next to you.

"Rooster don't." You said. "Honey, everything is okay, just tell me what I can do to make it better." He was really trying, and you were about to rip his heart out.

You sighed and raked your hands over your face.

"I'm pregnant." You said in a small voice before sobbing again.

Rooster felt the air leave his lungs. His chest hurt like it had just been ripped open. You were pregnant, and there was no way it was his. You were pregnant with Jake's baby.

"Okay." He said, pulling you to his side. "We'll figure this out together." He assured you as you continued to cry.

"I'll text Jake and have him come over tomorrow." Rooster states.

"Bradley, I don't think that's a good idea. He'll go ballistic. What if—what if we didn't tell him." You said.

"Honey, we have to tell him. If we didn't, he'd figure it out. We need to tell him. Whatever happens, I still love you. We can make it work." Rooster assures you before helping you up off the floor.

That night, neither of you sleep.

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The next day, Jake came over at 3pm on the dot. You were shaking, dreading the conversation. Rooster tried to calm you. But you were on the verge of a breakdown.

You jumped at the sound of Jake knocking on the door.

"Come in!" You yelled. Jake wordlessly entered the room.

"Hangman, have a seat," Rooster said.

"Can we make this quick? I have a date later." Jake said sitting down.

You took a breath before speaking. "Jake, I—I need go tell you something, but you can't fly off the handle. Please." You began. He sat back in the chair, looking between you and Rooster.

"Jake, I'm pregnant." You say You look at his face, expecting him to have some sort of reaction, but he doesn't.

"Congratulations?" He replies with an attitude. It dawns on you that he hasn't made the connection.

"Jake. I'm pregnant." You tell him again. "Okay? And what do you want me to do?" He replies.

"It's your baby, Jake." You say looking him in the eyes.

"Is this some kind of joke? Did he put you up to this?" Jake asks, pointing at Rooster and lean forward in his chair.

"It's not a joke, Jacob! I'm pregnant, and it's yours! Rooster hasn't been back long enough for it to be his!" You yell at him.

"Forgive me if I have a hard time believing you. You told me you were on the pill." He retorts.

"You remember that night we went line dancing a couple of months ago? Well the next morning I realized I'd missed a pill, I didn't think much of it, but when I check my cycle tracker, that was right when I was ovulating, so like it or not, it's yours." You state crossing your arms. Rooster rubs a soothing hand on your back.

"I want a paternity test. ASAP!" He barks at you, standing up to leave.

"You think she's lying to you?" Rooster buts in to defend you. "You really think she would tell you it was yours if it wasn't? I'm not thrilled about it, but it's the truth!" Rooster says, getting in Jake's face.

"I'm just trying to make sure all my boxes are checked. If it is my baby, I'll make sure it's taken care of. Just erring on the side of caution is all." Jake says, taking a step back.

"I'll make an appointment with my doctor. I'll need a DNA sample from you, Jake." You tell him trying not to cry.

"Just let me know when, Honey." Jake says before turning to leave. "Sorry to cut this sort. Like I said, I have plans." Jake winks at you before leaving.

........................

By some miracle of God, your OB can fit you in the next day. She's heard the news and tries to be supportive of you and your situation. She confirms that you are, in fact, pregnant, roughly ten weeks along. You call Jake, and he and Bradley both give a DNA sample. Ten days later, the results arrive, and just as you had predicted, Jake was the father.

The three of you agree to keep your pregnancy on the down low for as long ad possible.

Once Jake had proof it was his child, he seemed to soften around you. The biggest issue would be custody. You agreed to a 50/50 split, with Jake being able to see his child whenever he wanted.

He was supportive of you and started turning one of he guest rooms into a nursery. Bradley was heartbroken, to say the least, but he couldn't be mad at you. You thought he was dead. You had fulfilled your promise of until death. He tried his best to mask his pain, but as your stomach grew, so did the pain in his heart.

He knew he loved you, and he would love his step-child, too. But he also knew that he died a little inside each time he saw your pregnant belly because it came with the constant reminder that you would never be fully his again.

You were almost five months now, and you had told your parents and the Daggers. Jake didn't want to share the news with his family back in Texas, knowing his father would fly off the handle.

.........................

Rooster had made true on his promise to be better for you, but sometimes you could still see the flash of hurt, just behind his smile.

Aside from that, you two were healing. Everything was going as well as it could until today.

You and Bradley were working around the house, preparing for a new baby when you heard a knock on the door.

You went to go check to see who it was. When you opened the door, you were shocked to see a dark-haired woman with sun-kissed skin on your doorstep. Based on how she reacted to you opening the door, she was surprised to see you as well.

"Hello?" You greeted her.

"Um hi. Is— is Rooster here?" She asked.

"Yes, he is. Is there something I can help you with?" You ask her.

"Um, I'm not sure. Who are you?" She looks at you nervously, eyes glacing from your bump to your face.

"I'm his wife. Who are you?" You question her.

"Honey, who was at the—" Rooster stops when his eyes land on you and her at the door.

"Karmen?" He whispers. "Karmen, what are you doing here?" He steps in between the two of you.

"I—I should go." Karmen says. You look between her and Rooster. There's something between them, you're sure of it.

"Nonsense, why don't you come in." You smile at her before grabbing her arm and leading her inside. Karmen takes a seat in an armchair. Rooster sits on the couch while you go to the kitchen and get everyone a drink.

"So Karma—Karmen was it? How do you know Rooster?" You ask, taking a sip of your iced tea.

"We worked together at the resort in Mexico when I was gone." Rooster answers quickly. You can tell he's uncomfortable with her being there.

"Oh, okay. Well, why are you here, Karmen?" You ask her. "I was visiting my sister, and Miguel, the resort manager, said that once Rooster remembered who he was, he came back to California. He gave me your address. I just wanted to see how he was doing." She stutters out.

You nod your head before setting your drink down.

"Karmen, were you sleeping with my husband in Mexico? Is that why you're really here?" You say calmly.

Rooster chokes on his drink.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was married, but neither did he, and he just left without saying anything, and I came here to tell him off. And I realize that's a mistake now, and I truly am sorry. But you guys seem happy, you're expecting." She rambles.

"It's not his baby." You deadpan. Her eyes grow wide.

"I was dating his best friend before Rooster came back." You inform her.

"Oh, well, that's something." She states.

"Well, I can see that you have a lot going on, and I'm sorry I just showed up with no warning. I promise I didn't know. I truly apologize. So, I'm going to leave because it seems like you have a lot going on, and I don't want to be a part of that. Good luck with everything, Rooster." Karmen says before practically running out of your home.

After you hear the door shut, there's a beat of silence before Rooster speaks.

"Honey I—" He begins before you cut him off.

"Save it, Bradley." You spit. You stand in front of him. He can see the fire in your eyes and the hurt in your heart. Your cheeks are flushed, and tears burn the corners of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall.

Rooster stands up to approach you, but you take a step back from him.

"Don't touch me." You warn in a low voice.

"Honey, please just let me explain." He pleads with you.

"Absolutely not Bradley. You didn't give me that option, so why should I extend that same courtesy to you?" You sass him.

"You gave me so much hell for being with Jake when I thought you were dead. I mean, you almost killed him! And you destroyed our bedroom! I didn't know you were alive!" You shout at him.

He opens his mouth to respond, but you don't let him speak.

"You are such a hypocrite, Bradley! You knew about her when you came home and you never said anything. So what? It's okay that you slept with someone else in your absence, but it's not okay that I did it?" You point an accusatory finger at him.

"In case you forgot," He yells back at you, "I didn't know who I was. I didn't remember you or the life we had. We only hooked up a few times. I never expected her to show up here!" He throws his hands in the air.

"If hadn't shown up here, would you have ever told me? Or were you just planning on keeping that your dirty little secret." You say through clenched teeth.

Rooster takes a deep breath. "I don't know, I—I don't think I would have." He says.

"Well then," you say flatly. "I can't believe you right now. What happened to being a better man for me?" You say turning away from him. You won't let him see you cry.

"At least I didn't sleep with your best friend." He growls at you. You clench your first, ready to fire back at him.

"And at least I didn't get her PREGNANT!" He screams.

You turn to look at him, heavy tears slipping down your cheeks, the anger has fallen from your face, and hurt has taken its place.

Rooster knows he's fucked up the moment your eyes meet his. It was a low blow. He'd taken it too far.

"Shit, fuck, Honey, I—I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that." He rushes to you, but you push him away.

"I can't do this right now, Bradley. I need some space." You tell him. You slide on your shoes and grab your purse and keys. You take a deep breath before starting your car and backing it out of the driveway. Bradley watches you from the window. He sees you take a right at the end of the street. He knows exactly where you're going, and he can't be mad at you. The only person he has to be mad at is himself.

.....................

You make the five minute drive to Jake's house with tear filled eyes.

You knocked on the door, praying he would open it.

He was shocked to find you on his doorstep. He wasn't expecting you, but one look at your tear stained cheeks, and your solemn expression was enough for him to pull you in.

He helped you onto his couch and made a mug of your favorite tea. He didn't pry, opting to wait until you opened up to him.

It took you a solid twenty minutes to calm down enough to speak to him.

When you did speak, the words poured out of you. You told Jake about how this woman had just appeared on your doorstep out of the blue. You told him about how she and Rooster were apparently a thing in Mexico. You told him about how hurt you were that he didn't tell you and that he never had plans to tell you about her. Finally, you told him about how he yelled at you over the fact that you were pregnant with Jake's baby and how he tried to use that to justify what he did.

"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry." Jake said, drawing you near.

"You know I would never hurt you like that, right?" Jake asked you. You looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Honey, I still love you, and I could be so much better to you than he is. Rooster is obviously still mad about everything even though he pretends he's okay." Jake explains.

"Jake, what are you saying?" You ask him.

"I'm saying I want you to leave him. Choose me, be with me, love me. We could be a family. You, me, Nick, and this baby. Honey, you can't tell me that you don't want it. I mean, look at where you're at. One fight, and you're running back to me. I know you still love me." Jake says before pulling you into a bruising kiss.

You push him off of you. "Jake, what fuck?" You say.

"Oh Honey, don't be like that. Please." Jake steps towards you.

"Jake I came here for a friend not a fuck, and I need you to respect that." You tell him.

"We both know that I could treat you better than him. You're just to hard headed to leave him! You're so hung up on this promise that you made to him, but he isn't even the same person you married!" Jake shouted at you.

"Jake, I made a vow! For richer or poorer, sickness and health, till death for crying out loud! You don't leave someone when things are hard!" You shout back at him.

You hadn't planned for two screaming matches today, but here you were.

"You were more than willing to jump into bed with me a few months ago. Where were your vows then?" He shouts.

"I thought Bradley was dead! I thought I had honored that vow! You were the one who told me he would want me to move on and be happy!" You scream at him.

"Yeah, because I was in love with you, and I need you to see that! Jesus I've been in love with you for years, and yeah I was sad when we thought Rooster was gone, but then, you chose me. And then he shows up out of the blue, and you run right back to him like what we had was nothing!" Jake's voice cracks as he chokes back a sob.

"Jake, I chose my husband. We had six months, and they were great. But Rooster and I have a lifetime." You try to reason with him.

"FUCK!" Jake screams, grabbing his mug and throwing it across the room.

You yelp and jump back.

"I tried Honey, I really did, but if you're going to choose him, you leave me know choice." He says, his voice dropping.

"I want full custody of the baby." He states with venom in his voice.

"No." You spit back.

"I don't think you're in the position to tell me what to do. My family has money, I can hire the best lawyers in the country, and with the paternity test proving that it's mine and the violent outbursts Rooster has had, I don't think I'll have any trouble winning, hell, they might take Nick away from you too." Jake states. He has no remorse in his eyes.

"You wouldn't dare Jacob Seresin, you wouldn't fucking dare!" You scream at him. You want to hit him, but you think better of it.

"Try me." He affirms.

"Loving you was the biggest mistake of my life. And I'm going to do everything in my power to make your life as hellish as you did mine. Now get out of my fucking house!" He screams at you.

You run for the door and get in your car. You can't breathe. Your chest is tight, and tears cloud your vision. You don't know where to go or what to do.

You had nowhere to go, Bradley hated you? Jake despised you and wanted to take your children away from you. How the hell did you end up here?

You head out driving blindly because of the panic. Your heart raced in your chest. Jake's words filled your brain and rattled your nerves. What were you going to do? You couldn't let him take your babies.

You pressed on the gas, driving out of your neighborhood and towards the beach.

You weren't paying attention and blew right past the stop sign.

...................................

Rooster was sitting in the living room when his phone rang with an unfamiliar number.

"Hello is this Bradley Bradshaw?" The voice asked.

"Yes?" Rooster responded.

"Mr. Bradshaw, this is Dr. Jenson from San Diego Medical Center. We need you to come down here immediately. It's about your wife. There's been an accident."

Rooster rushed into the emergency room, what he didn't expect was for Jake to be there at the same time.

"My name is Bradley Bradshaw, my wife, they called me, she's here... she was in an accident." Rooster says to the receptionist before Hangman can speak.

"Yes, um, let me page the doctor. Have a seat." The woman at the desk directs.

"What are you doing here, Bagman?" Rooster asks.

"I guess I'm still listed as one of her emergency contacts." Jake states.

"You need to leave." Rooster tells him.

"Like hell I will. She's carrying my child. Remember?" Jake smirks at him.

He's putting on a front. Inside, he's dying. He knows that this is his fault. He shouldn't have talked to you that way. He shouldn't have told you to get out. He knew how upset you were. He never should have let you leave or said those hurtful things. He prayed to God that you were okay. As soon as he saw you, he would apologize for everything.

"And she's my wife." Rooster replied. "But I understand why you are here. Like it or not, we are going to have to be around each other for the next eighteen years. So I'm willing to let bygones be bygones and try to work past this if you are. Because she's going to need both of us right now." Rooster said, softening. Jake nodded in agreement.

"Bradshaw family?" A doctor called into the waiting room.

Rooster and Jake both shot up. The doctor led them into a smaller room. You weren't there.

"Gentleman. I'm Dr. Jenson. I called both of you." He begins. I've looked at your wife's file, and I'm aware of the situation." He continues.

"I'm not going to sugar coat it. She was in very rough shape when she was brought in. We were able to stabilize her. With some physical therapy, your wife should make a full recovery, Mr. Bradshaw" Dr. Jenson continues.

"Okay. And?" Rooster presses him, he can tell that the doctor has more to say.

"However, the accident sent her into preterm labor. We did everything we could, but we weren't able to save your son, Mr. Seresin. I'm sorry. I'll give you both a few minutes. I'll send a nurse to get you shortly.

Jake and Rooster sat there in silence. Sadness, and an understanding passed between the two of them.

Jake tried to hold it in, but the sobbed bubbled up from deep inside him. He dropped to the floor crying out: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

#8 smut

Warnings: semi-public sex, breeding kink, breeding, unprotected sex (p in v)

"H?" you said softly from beside him and he looked away from the conversation he was listening to, to give you his attention.

"Yes, honey?" he asked you with a tipsy smile.

"Look." you said with an annoyed frown and showed him your phone in your lap. Your period tracker showed that today was the day right before you ovulated. You had been trying to get pregnant for several months now and after consulting with your doctor he explained that your highest chances were a couple days before or right on the day of ovulation. You two had been aiming for that, but it had been challenging as something always seemed to get in the way. Like now, you guys were at a friend's wedding.

Harry mentally sorted through his options. He wanted to give you his baby so badly, he was tired of things never really aligning. You'd been trying long enough and it was about time he got you pregnant regardless of where you were or what you were doing, a quicky wouldn't hurt anyone. He'd fuck you and give you his sperm as many times as he could tonight and tomorrow to increase the chances of finally knocking you up. He looked away from you and cleared his throat as he stood and extended his hand to you.

"C'mon." he said to you softly and you stood up, "Excuse us." he said and the people at your table nodded before he started pulling you away to the exit of the venue.

"H, what're you doing?"

"I am getting you pregnant tonight." he said as you started to rush through the parking lot to get to you car. You felt your body heating up and your arousal starting to increase at the idea of having him put a baby in you. Not just a baby, his baby. You'd been wanting this since before you even got married and now everything in your lives was perfect for this next stage of life. He quickly unlocked your car and opened up the backdoor, "After you, honey." he said with a smirk and you climbed in. Harry glanced around the parking lot as he removed his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the passenger seat before climbing in and shutting the door.

You immediately climbed into his lap and kissed him hungrily. He moaned as he mumbled to you to kneel up and you did. He slid his hands up your bottom, bringing your dress up with him. He kneaded your ass in his hands as he shoved his tongue in your mouth sloppily. You were both a little drunk, but it made it all the better.

"We should hurry, H." you swallowed thickly as he kissed down your neck.

"Need to get you nice and wet so I can get in real deep so it sticks, my love." he mumbled and you hummed with a smile.

"What makes you think I'm not wet enough already?" you asked him and he pulled away from you and looked into your eyes.

"Already?" he asked you and you nodded meekly, "Just dying for me to get you pregnant, aren't you?" he asked with a grin and you nodded again.

"Can't stop thinking about it." you said softly and he groaned as he leaned in to kiss you again.

"I can't either." he confessed against your lips before bringing one of his hands back to your front and using his three middle fingers to rub over your clothed pussy. He could feel how hot you were and just how easy the glide was even through your panties. "Fuck..." he moaned lowly with a pleased smile and you bit your lip as he rubbed on your clit. You let out a soft moan and he grinned, "Right there?" he asked teasingly and you nodded.

"Yes, but we need to hurry." you reminded and he sighed.

"Right, right..." he groaned and you chuckled.

He hummed as you grabbed his face gently and kissed him deeply. He got distracted as you kissed him slowly and passionately. Rolling your tongue over his, nibbling on his bottom lip occasionally, getting you both wound up. You could feel him so hard beneath you and you smiled as you humped yourself against his erection. "Shit." he sighed against your lips.

"Ready to give me a baby?" you asked earnestly and he nodded.

"Yes, my love. Fuck, yes." he hummed as he deepened your kiss once more before you frantically started to undo his pants. When you finally freed him up you stroked his cock a couple times, biting your lip as he hissed in sensitivity. "I've got this." he said grabbing his cock and you placed your hands on his shoulders to hoist yourself up a bit. When you felt his tip tickling at your crease you smiled and just lowered your weight onto him.

"Ngggg- fuck!" you moaned at the initial stretch of him opening you up. He groaned when you had sat fully and he was just wrapped up in your tight, wet, warmth. He could feel your walls squeezing him in time with your heart beat. You couldn't wait and started using your knees to help you bounce up and down, grinding every time you'd sink onto him.

"Fuck, you do that so well, honey." he praised you as he let his head drop back against the head rest, "Want a baby? Keep working for it, my good girl." he hummed and you smiled. You started fiddling with his buttons to expose his chest for you. He chuckled as you scratched down his chest, he hoped you left a mark, wanted everyone to know where you'd run off to.

Harry then pushed your straps down your shoulders and scooped your breasts out of dress, immediately latching his lips to your left nipple.

"Oh fuck! Ouch!" you yelped and tugged at his hair when he bit down on it just a little too hard.

"Mmmsorry." he muttered, "But gotta get used to it, love. Heard the babies bite sometimes." he said before kissing over to your right boob, "Fuck...your tits are gonna get so big they probably won't fit in my hand like they do now." he said and you bit your lip, "Think I'm gonna like it so much gonna keep giving you babies so they stay like that." he mused as he flicked at your nipple now. You moaned at the thought of him wanting to get you pregnant over and over again, you'd do it for him though.

You didn't know if it was that you were ovulating or the fact that you had snuck away from a wedding to get frisky in the car, but you were your so horny for him and it was building your orgasm quickly. His cock was hitting the perfect spots inside of you, filling you up perfectly, like always. You were obsessed with his thigh grip on your ass, helping you maintain your rhythm to get you both there. You moaned loudly when he started pounding into you from beneath you, wincing occasionally when his tip kissed up against your cervix.

"Sorry my love, gotta get in real deep. Make sure my seed gets as far into your tight, fertile little pussy as it can." he grunted with each hard thrust. You were frozen now, just clinging to him as he rammed inside of you hard. "Fuck, that's where it belongs doesn't it?" He panted, "Answer me, baby."

"Yes, fuck s'where it belongs. Want it so bad." you keened and he groaned.

"Fuck, wanna make me a daddy?" He asked you lowly and you nodded.

"Yeah, H." you sighed in pleasure, starting to get to the point of no return. You were grinding your hips down to meet his thrusts as best as you could, you needed his cum inside of you. It was more than just wanting to have a baby with him because you loved him. It was coming from a part of you that had no inhibitions, you felt like you were made for this suddenly, like it was your job, you were the person he chose to have this with. You were the only person who could give him a baby and you wanted to. "Thank you," you panted and he hummed.

"For what, honey?" he asked you with a teasing smile.

"For choosing me to have your babies." you whimpered and he just about melted hearing you say this. He loved when you got all subby like this for him, it lit something inside of him that he often felt out of touch with.

"Fuck, s'cause you're so good for me." he grunted, "Need a good girl who does as she's told, who sneaks away with me to get bred in the car, no questions asked. You deserve it, honey." he grunted with each thrusts, "And fuck, you take it so well, baby. Gonna look so gorgeous with my baby right in here." he rubbed over your tummy tenderly, "Doing what you're meant to do." he said lowly and you nodded, "Jusy for me, huh?"

"Yeah baby, just for you." you whimpered, "I'm getting so close!" you sighed as you started to rub over your clit.

"I know, my love. Me too. Feels so good inside of you." he said before he kissed your lips briefly, "Let's go slow, need to make sure as much of my cum as possible stays inside." he said as he started to slow down. The change in pace threw you both off for a minute, but his deep and steady pounding had you feeling like your very foundations were cracking apart, splintering open further and further to allow him in deeper and deeper until you were trembling in his arms.

"I'm coming!" you whimpered and he nodded.

"Good girl, finish up." he said as you worked yourself over him as your pleasure overcame you, you couldn't be quiet, not with how deep he'd gotten. It was a beautifully chaotic blend of pain and pleasure. As you were coming down he repositioned you to lie across the back seat and he was between your legs thrusting fast now, trying his best to get to his end. The sensitivity was making you go crazy, but you also didn't want him to stop, it felt too good. But he groaned deeply and you knew it was about to be over, "Shit...fuck, take my all of my cum. Let me breed you, honey." he panted and you could feel him shooting his sperm inside of you in thick ropes.

"Fuck, please give me a baby." you moaned.

"I will. I will for my good girl. So good for me. " he sighed as he stayed inside for a few moments. He reached for his jacket hanging on the seat and dug around the pocket before pulling out his phone and he turned on his flashlight. "Tighten up for me, honey." he instructed and he ignored the chill racing down his spine as your walls hugged around his sensitive and softening cock as he proceeded to pull out of you very slowly. He spread your pussy to see his sperm starting to trickle out. He sat properly and instructed you to rest your bottom on his thigh. "There we are." he said as he scooped up the little bit that hard started to drip and gently pushed it back inside your sticky little hole, "Good. And now we wait." he said softly and you hummed. He ran his hands up and down your legs as you guys waited this out for a few minutes.

"I feel really good about this one." you said and he smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhm." you confirmed with a smile.

"Good, honey." he hummed happily. You obviously couldn't wait the recommended 20 minutes it was better than nothing.

You both climbed out of your foggy Range Rover, both looking a little sloppy and disheveled. Harry didn't bother with doing his shirt back up, he just shrugged his jacket back on.

"Oi!" you both heard from behind you and you turned quickly at the startle but then you both relaxed when you heard Grimmy, Mesh, and Alexa laughing maniacally.

"Jesus..." Harry scolded them as he led you over to them.

"What were you naughty kids doing in there?" he teased, clearly drunk off of his ass.

"None of your business."

"S'alright he's just asking to be polite we heard plenty..." Alexa assured you two before she took another drag of her cigarette and you shook your head in embarrassment and Harry frowned.

"Hey, c'mere mate, c'mere..." Nick insisted and Harry sighed as he went over, "You're gonna be a dad!" Nick said, "Smile! You should be happy!" he urged drunkenly, using his fingers to lift Harry's cheeks and Harry easily gave in and smiled brightly as you started to laugh, "I mean, you wouldn't have snuck out of a wedding to have a shag in your car if you didn't want this badly." he mused and you chuckled as Harry laughed along with Nick.

"I suppose that's true... Well to baby Styles, may this be the one." Nick said raising his glass and then chugging it down.

"Well Mesh, if you have any advice on parenting, I'd really appreciate it." Harry said and Nick looked at him like he was insane while the rest of you laughed, "I'm asking him because he's engaged to a literal child." Harry teased and Nick rolled his eyes before Harry kissed his cheek, "Love you, mate." he said with a grin.

"Let's head in yeah?" Alexa asked as she dropped the butt of her cigarette on the ground and you all nodded in agreement. Harry was holding you close as you walked back to the reception area and he kissed the side of your head.

"You really think we did it?" he asked you quietly.

"Think so, but we can... keep trying tonight if you want, no harm in that." you hummed coyly and he smirked.

"Oh no, we're definitely going to try over. And over. And over." he hummed lowly and you smiled.

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(The setting/inspiration for the writing below... I want to stand on my regular crowded public bus and feel some man press his hard cock against my ass, grinding on me and using me to get himself off. Maybe if I wear a skirt, he'll pull his dick out and slide between my thighs until he cums against my covered cunt and down my legs. If it's crowded enough, I'll pull my panties to the side and let him put his cock inside me while his hands snake their way up my shirt. I want to be full of some stranger's cum. This happened as someone offered to 'hide us' so we could fuck. The stranger came and left...now I'm about to have a second stranger in me. We got ourselves situated during a stop...)

He pushed me up against the back of the bus. We were kissing as he massaged a tit under my shirt when the bus slowed. I had ignored most stops until this one. I stiffened when I saw a group of young men board the bus. I kept my eye on them.

He noticed my hesitation and stopped. He turned his head to see who I was looking at. He turned back to me and smiled. He turned again, keeping his hand on my tit, and angled just so that his shoulder was keeping me against the back of the bus. I heard one of the guys say 'Officer on deck' to which they stiffened. he whispered to me "Rub my cock again." I massaged his hard cock. He turned to them and motioned them over to us. "Sit before he yells for people to sit." The bus lurched forward as they sat in the empty seats near us. He kisses me again. He reaches under my skirt and squeezes my clit. I can't help but moan. I can sense their smirks as well as him. He ends the kiss and turns to the group.

"Cadre.."

"Boys." He motions to them in what seems to mean relax around him. "The two that need a few extra points, I have a way to earn them. I'd enjoy some privacy with this cum dumpster." There were whispers between them and two stood up. They came and stood in front of us blocking us from being seen easily.

He turned his attention back to me. As he kissed and groped me, I pulled my skirt up exposing my low-riding mini thong. I undid his zipper. As I was pulling out his cock I said to them "I don't mind an audience, if you all are fine with one." He shrugged. I heard the two turn around and felt the others' eyes. I bend over and bob on his cock a few times. I stood up and pulled him in for a kiss, then I kissed his cheek. I whispered "I was serious about nothing birth control wise and taking it. I don't think he cared but I have a feeling you'll enjoy hearing this, I'm in my ovulation window."

He smirked at me again. "The only thing you're getting from me is my cum, consequences be damned, and nothing else."

"Fine by me." I leaned back down and bobbed a few more times making sure he could slide into me easily. I stood back up, pulled my panties to the side, hooked my leg around his hip, and leaned back against the bus. With my saliva and the previous load, he slid into me with one thrust easily.

I let out a small moan. With one hand he grasped my hip and the other grabbed onto my leg. I looked at the two men watching as he took several strokes to slam into me, One was motioning to his shirt. That's when I saw the firefighter trainee shirts. Between thrusts, I said "Oh good, firefighters." They all laughed then quieted down quickly.

He slowed his pace and asked, "What did you think we were?"

"I don't know really, just really hoping not police." I panted.

"They can't bear shared transportation. I don't see cops ride ever." He laughed and went back to fucking me. I realized the one guy had been asking me to undo my blouse. I unbuttoned my blouse, bearing my bouncing tits to them.

"I hope you don't mind growing my biracial baby." He grunted as he picked up the pace quickly without making too much noise.

I smirked and replied, "Oh, I hadn't noticed…"

The others laughed because he was a good 6-8 inches taller than me, definitely outweighed me, and the contrast between his dark skin and my pale skin was an art of its own. There's no way a kid would look 100% like me with his genetics.

His only reply was bottoming out in me and pushing against my cervix. I let myself get lost in the moment. It was broken by him telling them his stop. It seemed only a couple got off at their stops. I pulled him close and we kissed for a bit.

"Getting close…" he panted.

I looked up to see which stop was up and there were only three left before the end of this line. It was a thin crowd minus what I now had figured out were firefighter trainees. I knew now that even with a block the driver most likely knew what was happening although I couldn't tell either way. I glanced at the others and wasn't surprised to see some pants now sporting a bigger bulge.

I whispered into his ear as I made eye contact with one of the guys, "Shall I take care of them since they helped you?"

He quickly glanced at the closest trainee and smirked at me. "Fine by me."

I let out a moan into his ear that had been building up. The bus stopped and a few people got off. He waited and then went back to long strokes once the bus pulled away from the stop. He began to pound harder and faster but erratically and I felt him start to tense up. I pulled us close, as close as possible, and pulled him into me as much as possible.

I felt his breathing change and I moaned to him "give it to me". The bus started to slow and he grunted. He slammed into me deep and released his load. I grind against him a bit to pull it close to my cervix. "That's it, make me a bastard bearing bitch." As the last word leaves my mouth I tense up myself, to my surprise, and cum. I feel him hold me as my orgasm wracks my body. As I calm back down, I pant and smile at him. "I usually don't do that unless a man wants it."

I steady myself as he lets go of my leg and I'm back on both feet. He slowly pulls his cock from me as not to have anything leak out. As the bus comes to a stop, the last person or two get off and he's zipped up and I'm returning my clothing how I had been wearing it. I hear one of the guys say "You sure fucked her senseless, cadre" followed by laughter.

The bus was approaching his stop, the last one on the line. I hadn't thought of what I was going to do but knew I'd figure something out. We all make our way toward the front of the bus. As we waited for the stop, I slid my thong off, tapped him on the shoulder, and handed them to him. He slid them into his pocket. The wink was all he needed to do. I knew what it meant.

The bus stopped but the driver didn't open the doors. He turned to the guy and asked him "See you at mom's this weekend for dinner?" The man nodded to the driver, who was apparently related to the stranger who's DNA I had so willingly taken moments ago. The driver motioned to me. "Fine by me but I wanna see if I knock the slut up so mouth or ass. That goes for you all as well." The driver opened the door and he got off the bus.

The driver turned to me as he closed the door. "I'm technically done now. I know your stop and am willing to drop you off at it. It's on my way back to HQ. But no free rides…"

I turn to the other guys and say to them "You all can follow me home and I will show you my hose handling abilities," That got another round of laughter from them. I looked back at the driver. I didn't want to ask this or have him answer because I was already sure of his general answer..."I'm assuming they are extra on top of my fee?" He looked the trainees once over and laughed. "I like to help out those in uniform. These boys look to already have a hell of a ride coming up so I won't ask for anything this one time."

I smile at him. We 'saw' each other almost daily and knew he wasn't trouble. "Would you like road head or wait till you find a spot to stop at so I can pay the fee."

He laughed and said he's got a spot he parks during breaks. I nodded at him and took a seat. The trainees left joined me at the front of the bus. The driver drove to a place that looked like you choose for a break time.

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

House, M.D. Fanfic (10/?)

Thank you to everyone who has taken time to leave a note on my story.  I hope you continue to enjoy my kind of rewrite and/or additions to certain episodes! As always, I don't own House. If I did, Lisa Edelstein would have gotten the respect she deserved contact wise for a season 8.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. We have entered Detective Tritter area. Things are about to get real for House and Cuddy

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie on Tumblr for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! I like to know how you like what I'm doing. Enjoy!

xxxxx

"Forget something in the clinic today?"

He studied her for a moment. "Forget to tell me you missed a period?" he countered.

"I'm not pregnant. Stop changing the subject." She arched an eyebrow as he looked into her trashcan. "What are you doing?"

"You only ate half your breakfast," he commented. "Morning sickness must be setting in. No coffee cups... good for baby, but cranky mommy."

"Coffee cups are in the other wastebasket. And they burned my omlette. I'm not pregnant," she shook her head.  "You have to apologize to the guy from the clinic."

"You're going to have to be more specific," he stated simply.

"You left a thermometer in another patient's rectum and just left the clinic?" She asked incredulously.

"Oh, that guy."

"Yes, that guy. You're going to apologize to him."

"I'm not going to apologize to him. The guy was an ass. Speaking of ass... yours is getting huge. Thought that wasn't supposed to happen until later in the pregnancy."

"You are going to apologize to him. And I'm not pregnant. Sometimes an ass is just an ass."

He stared her down for a moment before leaving. He wasn't going to apologize to the guy. He was a bully.

xxxxx

"I'm not apologizing to the guy," he insisted again, following her to the stairs.

"You want to have Wilson talk to your patient for consent, you apologize to the guy from the clinic."

"You're really going to let my patients die over an apology?" He asked her.

She sighed and turned to face him. "I don't care if you mean it. Just apologize," she told him. She paused then before turning to go. "Are you still coming over tonight?" she asked then.

"Am I still allowed to come over without apologizing?" he asked. It was a fair question. He didn't want to see her after work if she was going to spend the whole time yelling at him to apologize to a jerk that he was never going to apologize to.

 

She just looked at him. "Just apologize, House." She wasn't going to tell him not to come over. She had planned on taking a pregnancy test, and she knew how crazy it was, but she wanted him to be there with her. She had taken two in previous months and never even mentioned it to him, but this time she wanted him to be there. Maybe she wanted him to celebrate with her if it was positive. Maybe she just wanted his support if it was negative. Maybe she just wanted to share in the whole experience with him.

xxxxx

She had waited a long as she could. She had called him, called the hospital. When she still hadn't heard from him and he hadn't shown by 9, she took the test anyway. And she sat in her bathroom crying when the test came back negative. She didn't know why she'd thought House would actually show up for her when she needed him to be there.

Her phone rang a few moments later. Seeing an unfamiliar number, she simply let it go to voicemail. She was in no mindset to talk to anyone else at the moment. She pushed herself up and headed to bed, then. Whoever it was, whatever they needed, would just have to wait until morning.

xxxxx

"You didn't answer your phone last night. I tried to call," House said as he walked into her office the following day.

She didn't even look up. She was pissed. And hurt. "Yeah, I was busy."

"I'm sorry I didn't make it. I had a little legal trouble," he took a seat across from her desk, still treading cautiously as he tried to judge her mood. She looked upset. She hadn't come to bail him out and had just chosen to let him sit in jail, so he figured that definitely couldn't be good.

"Yeah, I heard the voicemail you left."

He sighed and twisted his cane between his fingers. "You left me in jail overnight on purpose. You're mad."

It was only then that she looked up from her work. "I'm not mad. I'm...hurt," she admitted quietly.

"Why? I didn't get arrested just to avoid coming over last night or to inconvenience you," he pointed out.

"No, you got arrested because you didn't do what I told you to do."

"I never do what you tell me to do. Why was this time different?" He asked curiously.

She sighed and crossed her arms. "Because..." she started, but stopped, trying to decide how much to reveal. "Because last night I needed you, and you weren't there."

He studied her silently. What wasn't she telling him? "If you were ovulating last night, there's a good chance you're still at that point today...I can come over tonight..."

She breathed deeply. "I'm not ovulating. I took a pregnancy test, and I wanted you there," she finally admitted.

"Oh." That was all he could manage to say. Her admission had shocked him a bit. Why had she wanted him there, exactly? She was obviously pretty upset about him not being there. "Was it positive?" That was a stupid question, and he knew it. If it were, he doubted she'd be as upset.

"That's it? That's all you can say?" She asked. "I wanted you to be there, House. When it came back negative, I could have really used your support. I needed you last night. But were you there? No. Instead of being there, with me like I asked, you were in jail. Because you couldn't swallow your damn pride. I told you to apologize to him. You didn't have to mean it."

He got up to pace. He needed to think. She was pissed at his arrest just as much as him not being there for her. "I would have been there had I not gotten arrested. It's not my fault the guy is abusing his power," he told her. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, but it wasn't my fault."

"How was it not your fault? All you had to do was apologize! And you couldn't swallow your damn pride for five minutes to do something that simple!"

"He's a jerk!"

"You're a jerk! And now you're the subject of a criminal drug investigation!"

He breathed deeply. "I can come over tonight, if you want," he offered.

She shook her head. He was unbelievable. "Don't bother."

[taesbetch]

A Wolf and His Mate

Pairing: lay x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 1,607

Maybe aggravating him was not a good idea.

You knew how testy he got when your period was approaching, you knew how it affected him when your body was starting to ovulate and you knew what it did to him when you purposely went around other males.

Throughout the week lay had been more on edge than he usually was when this happened.

At kai’s party: his hand placed its self on the top of your knee underneath the table. As you engaged in conversation with one of your friends you tried desperately to swat his hand away, knowing where this was going.

However, his persistence worn you down. As you struggled to breathe let alone spit out a sentence his fingers were furiously pumping in and out of you.

after your stomach had knotted up and you had given up on conversating, you turned to him desperately. You didn’t know what you were desperate for, whether it was for him to stop or keep going; however, the smirk on his face and the gleam in his eyes told you this would not end well for you either way.

As you were closing to your finish he pulled away from you, shooting you an innocent look as he licked your juices off his fingers, if looks could kill, he would be dead.

This, unfortunately, wasn’t the only incident of the week.

You sat comfortably on the couch as you spoke to your boss over the phone. You had a presentation next week that could lead to a promotion so you wanted to do it right.

As you hummed in agreement, you watched with careful eyes as lay slowly approached the seat next to you.

The look in his eyes screamed red flags and you knew what he wanted. Any other time you would have gladly applied to his needs and wants, but right now…you were busy.

His arm wrapped around your shoulder as you shook your head slowly trying to inch away from him. A soft growl emitted from his throat before he pulled you back.

As his lips traced down your neck, you knew it was game over.

You tried your hardest to keep the conversation with you boss going but the feeling of his love bites had you stuttering and trying to control moans.

Ending the call you let lay pin you down as his hands travelled up your top.

‘I hate you’ you muttered before realising how long your night was going to be.

But lately you had been feeling a tad mischievous; walking around in nothing but skimpy underwear and his shirt, bending over to pick up something you had ‘accidently dropped’.

They were little things. But little things were the ones that hurt the most.

And now here you were, laid down on your shared bed, your legs wrapped around his shoulders and your hands weakly pushing his head away as he devoured you with no mercy.

“l-lay, baby please” you begged as sweat dripped down your forehead. His tongue flicked around your clit as he inserted a finger into you with no warning.

With a yelp, you quickly tried to grind your hips against him to amplify the pleasure you were feeling.

He added another finger as your stomach started to nod; You gripped his hair causing a stomach-turning growl to emit from his throat.

Your moans filled the room as you were getting closer and closer to your undoing.

“l-lay! I-i-m so close” you stuttered as your breath was hitching.

As you released you let out a string of soft moans of his name, he helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling away from you.

“baby please” he begged as he tried to control his breathing. Before you could ask what he was pleading for you noticed his boner painfully trying to burst through his jeans.

The sight of him glistening from need and

“Why do you do this to me” he sighed as he rubbed circles on your thighs with his thumb.

You giggled as you sat upwards, his previous lust filled eyes had been replaced with loving ones as he stared at you with admiration.

“I’m sorry, I love you” you stated softly as you cupped his cheek with one hand causing his to snuggle into it.

He hummed in content before kissing your forehead sweetly. “I love you too” he whispered; you quickly dressed yourself and the two of you decided to spend the rest of the afternoon watching movies.

Love wasn’t the word to describe the relationship between you and lay; it was something so much more than that. He had tried his best to explain the whole mate thing to you.

at first, shock and fear were the only emotions you could gather as he told/ showed you what he was.

However, after coming to the realisation that your boyfriend was still your boyfriend, one that just turns into a wolf sometimes, everything has been fantastic.

You groaned in frustration as the light from the sun shone through your window. your body sinking into the soft sheets below and lays body warmth mixing together created an atmosphere that you didn’t want to remove yourself from.

“good morning” he whispered into your hair as he pulled you closer towards him if that was even possible.

“morning” you replied as you squirmed to turn to face him. His hair was a mess and his eyes were barely open, yet as the sunlight hit his face you felt your heart beat increase.

“has that whole heat thing gone away now?” you asked him as you lightly played with small strands of his hair.

He nodded his head, purring a little when you hand ran through his hair instead of just playing with it.

“I know I can get a little overbearing when heat comes around…I'm sorry” he stated as his eyes adjusted to the light, staring at you awaiting your response.

Lay always seemed nervous when anything werewolfey happened around you, he was always on guard and waiting for your reaction, not knowing if it would be good or bad.

“baby it's fine…let me take care of you okay?” you asked as you bit your lip. You quickly flipped over, letting his back hit the mattress as you grabbed onto his waist band.

“jagi, you don’t have to if you don’t want to” he said but you could see the excitement in his eyes.

“of course, I want to baby, now be a good boy. No grabbing my hair” you said sternly. His dominant instincts often took over every time you tried to take the lead, it was hot but sometimes annoying.

He let out of groan of reluctance before his draws had been yanked down along with pants.

As you licked the tip of his cock softly, you heard him groan harshly as he tried to control himself from pushing your head down onto him.

You smirked knowing this was killing him, but you were planning on having some fun.

You slowly placed the tip of him inside your mouth before slowly working your way up and then back down again.  

He cried out as his breath started to get shaky and his fists clenched together “Please don’t tease me” he breathed out.

You smirked before harshly sucking as you picked up your pace. Moans were escaping his lips as you swirled your tongue around him, using your hand to cover what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Y/N, fuck” he groaned as you continued to take as much of him as you could. A soft growl came from lay before he ignored your request and grabbed your hair harshly.

His hips came up to meet your lips as his moans got louder, an indicator that he was coming close to his release. You moaned around him as you continued to move up and down; a small tear escaped your eye as your gag reflex started to fail you. 

with a loud groan of your name, his warm release flowed down your throat. you took a deep breath as you removed yourself from his shaft watching as his chest rose and down. you giggled lightly as his hand came up to his heart and he let out a sigh of content. 

“lay” you called softly as you stared up at the ceiling.

“yer?” he asked as he held your hand in his noticeably larger one.

“Can a werewolf have two mates?” you asked curiously as his thumb rubbed over yours gently.

“no…why do you ask?” he asked worriedly as he sat up to face you. You sighed deeply before turning your head so your eyes could meet his.

“I know I'm your soul mate and all…but I don’t know I feel like the forever bit is a lie and you’ll leave me for a better mate or something” you said softly.

With each word you said lays heart broke a little and you could see it in his eyes.

“baby of course not, why would you think that? I would never want anyone else, I would never leave you for anyone else and god, I wouldn’t ever even look at any one else” he said in between kisses he planted all over your face.

You giggled as he continued placing kisses all over your face; he pulled away after giving your forehead one last kiss, lasting longer than the other.

“okay, as long as your happy” you whispered

“you here, so of course in happy” he said giving you a loving smile that melted your heart.

He was your wolf, and you were his mate. Forever.