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loveritas · 5 months ago

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Kinktober Day 4 - Brat Taming with Ryomen Sukuna

contains: nsfw content:(mdni), fempov, pnv (unprotected), creampie, spanking, orgasm denial, oral (reader giving), v brief breath play, no aftercare, this is consensual but it might seem dubcon at times so i'll say that just in case

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an: if you saw this yesterday, tumblr ate most of it, so this is the proper version with the full 7k

The air was tight in the luxurious chambers, thick with the underlying current of power and danger that came with being near Sukuna. You knew it all too well, and still, today you chose to push the boundaries.

Maybe it was the way his attention had moved onto others, or maybe you just wanted to feel his power focused on you. Either way, your defiance had earned you more than a few sharp looks throughout the day.

He had been so patient at first, watching as you deliberately disobeyed his orders, meeting his gaze with a silent challenge in your eyes. It was a dangerous game, one which you knew would only end one way, but a small part of you relished it, even craved the inevitable punishment that would follow.

Piqued annoyance now danced in his expression as you stood before him in the dark-lit room. The light of the candles danced across his tattooed skin as he leaned back into the cushion, arms over his chest, eyes intent on him-like some sort of predator sizing his prey.

"You have been bold today, haven't you?" Sukuna said, his voice low and almost a purr, but beneath the smoothness lay a warning. Crimson eyes shone with something dark and predatory as he watched you with unsettling intensity.

You didn't move, not as your heart raced in your chest; your eyes still flashed defiance, though it wavered a little under his gaze. Sukuna noticed, of course-he noticed everything.

He laughed darkly, the sound rumbling through the room like distant thunder. "What's the matter? The little concubine thinks she can disobey her king?" His voice was thick with mockery, but beneath it lay an unmistakable edge of menace.

You still wouldn't back down, even as the chill ran down your spine. "I'm not scared of you," you said-the defiance in your voice, a lot stronger than the quiver in your chest.

His smirk only widened, eyes glinting in the low light. "Is that so?" He pushed off from the cushions, standing to his full height in a fluid-almost graceful-movement. Sukuna towered over you, the suffocating presence of his power that made the air around you thick and heavy.

He took a slow, deliberate step toward you, each step echoing in the chamber as he never so much as broke gaze with yours. “You forget your place, little one. And I think it’s about time I remind you exactly who you answer to.”

You swallowed hard but stood your ground, your heart pounding while he drew nearer. He was testing you now, pushing the limits of your defiance, testing how far you would go. But you couldn't halt the quickening of your pulse in anticipation, the thrill coursing through you despite the danger.

Sukuna stopped only a few millimetres away from you, his giant physique casting a shadow over your small frame. He cocked his head as he reached out, crimson eyes shining with dark humour, and brushed one of his hands against your cheek, the touch feather light, deceptive.

"You've been a brat all day," he mused, the soft low tone of his voice a direct contrast to the danger swimming inside him. "And I'm not fond of brats. You know that."

And before he could receive a reaction from you, the other hand shot out, clutching at your chin in a firm grip, making you look up at him. His touch wasn't gentle anymore; it was commanding, dominant, a silent reminder of who was in charge here.

"You really think you can challenge me?" His voice now a dark growl, his eyes narrowing as he watched you struggle to hold his gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, teasing, almost mocking, as he leaned down closer. "You forget who I am, don't you?"

You shivered, but the stubborn fire in your eyes remained, even as his grip tightened slightly, his thumb pressing against your lip until you parted them with a soft gasp; he smirked, clearly amused despite himself.

“I could break you,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous as his lips hovered just above yours. “Make you beg for me. But I can also make you wait… draw it out until you remember who’s in control.”

The heat between your bodies flared and he held you there, so close yet still out of reach. The tension was palpable, a heady mix of desire and fear as the resolve within you started to crumble under the fierce stare that bound you against your will to him.

When he finally moved, it was with brutal precision. Sukuna spun you around, pressing your front to the cool wall of the chamber with ease, one hand tangled in your hair as he pulled your head back slightly. "You wanted my attention, didn't you?" he said, his voice a dangerous whisper in your ear as his hot breath danced across your skin, his hand trailing down your back. “Well, now you have it.”

You gasped, your body arching instinctively into his touch as his hand slid lower, gripping your hips possessively. “Don’t think for a second that you can get away with this behaviour” he growled, his voice a dangerous promise as his fingers dug into your flesh.

Sukuna yanked your hips back against him, his body pressing firmly against yours as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’re going to regret testing me,” he whispered darkly, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. His hand slid around to your front, teasing you just enough "Now," he growled huskily, the scent of dominance emanating s he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your neck and nipping the sensitive skin there to set fireworks, something he could so easily do with a mere touch. "Beg me to put you back in your place."

You knew he was playing with you, waiting for you to submit again, but you couldn't help how your body betrayed you-the pooling of heat so low in your stomach as his words fired up something deep inside. Caged in his grip, cornered against the wall, you still couldn’t refrain from pushing once more.

“No.”

“No? Okay.” he chuckled darkly, his tone shifting from playful to deadly serious. “Strip.”

You briefly turned your head and looked at him, unsure and as you hesitated, he added with a wicked smirk, “Do it or I’ll do it for you.”

The thought of him tearing the delicate fabric from your body sent a thrill through you. The weight of his gaze bore down on you, and you felt the pull of his dominance wrapping around you like a shroud. Your heart raced with the thrill of the challenge, but a deeper part of you—a primal instinct—began to ache for his approval.

With a deep breath, you decided to relent, knowing that fighting him any longer would only provoke him further. You turned your back to him and slowly began to slide the silk off your shoulders, letting the fabric slip down your arms. The dress pooled at your feet, baring your skin to him. The cool air brushed against you, sending goosebumps cascading across your body as you stood looking vulnerable before him.

Yet despite that, his eyes never wavered to admire your body, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before but right now he didn’t seem the least bit interested.

You faced him, expecting praise or the usual good girl, but he said nothing. The silence stretched between you, heavy and charged, making your heart race with both anticipation and confusion. Sukuna’s gaze was piercing, roaming over your exposed form, and you could feel the intensity of his scrutiny igniting something deep within you—a desperate yearning for his approval.

You swallowed hard, the heat pooling in your stomach igniting a mixture of shame and desire. Sukuna was playing with you, aware of your need for his validation, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of submission and rebellion.

“Please,” you whispered, desperate to shift the balance back in your favour, to spark that glimmer of approval in his eyes. “I just wanted—”

“What?” he interrupted, tilting his head slightly, that smirk still firmly in place. “Attention? Affection? Or perhaps you wanted to remind me how unruly you can be?”

The words were both exhilarating and terrifying, as you recognized the game he was playing. Sukuna knew exactly what you craved and was determined to toy with it, twisting your desires into something that left you vulnerable.

“You should know by now,” he continued, leaning closer until you could feel the warmth radiating off him. “My favourite concubine doesn’t act like this.” he whispers as his hand cups your face. “She knows her place—knows how to please me.”

Your heart clenched at his words, the subtle reminder of your position stoking the embers of your longing. You craved his approval, his affection, and each taunt felt like a jagged edge against your pride. But the harder he pushed, the greater the need for his acknowledgment became.

"Look at you, practically begging for it," he teased, his voice low as his fingers brushed over the uncovered skin of you. "But you'll learn, in time, that defiance only leads to disappointment."

With a predatory grace, Sukuna shifted, his gaze never leaving yours as he sat down on the edge of his royal bed, the dark fabric of the covers contrasting sharply against his skin. The way he was sitting-relaxed, yet commanding-sent a shiver of anticipation running down your spine.

"Come here," he ordered; it was an order reverberating with a sternness that was impossible to disregard. Your heart racing, you moved closer until the space between you two was charged with tension. "Get over my knee," he said, the corners of his mouth raising into a sly grin. The words were spoken as though this was a test, a test of how well you'd do.

The heat in your cheeks flared as you hesitated, caught between pride and the undeniable desire to submit. But the need for his approval was overwhelming, and as you moved closer, the thrill of obedience battled against your rebellious spirit.

Sukuna’s gaze held you captive, eyes glimmering with amusement as he patted his knee, the gesture both inviting and authoritative. “I won't ask twice," he warned, his voice low and full of promise.

You swallowed hard as you took a deep breath and realised it was your call. You leaned over reluctantly, laying across his lap and positioning yourself, your hands resting on the coolness of the sheets-a sharp contrast to the heat emitting from your body.

“There we go” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he rested a hand on your back, keeping you in place.

As you settled over him, a rush of vulnerability coursed through you, yet beneath it lay a profound sense of longing for his approval, making it impossible to feel anything but exhilarated. In that moment, you knew there would be no escaping the power he held over you/

His hand travelled further up your thigh, fingers teasingly close to your ass but never quite crossing that line. It was an intentionally deliberate choice, placing you on edge, and you could feel that anticipation, coiling in your belly like a spring, ready to burst.

"Remember," he warned, his voice dropping to that low growl again, "Just because I'm kinder to you than the rest does not mean I won't punish disobedience." You swallowed hard as your heart began to pound with what was to come. You could feel the power dynamic shifting, the game the two of you were playing getting heavier with every passing second.

Sukuna's hand came down sharp against your ass, the loud smack reverberating through the room and slapping you back into reality. A gasp escaped your lips, half in surprise, half in delight at the sting that suddenly fired into your skin. It was a delicious concoction of pain and pleasure, which left you short of breath as you adjusted to the sensations that swirled around you.

"Count," he instructed, his voice firm, yet laced with underlying humour. "Loudly. I want to hear you."

"One," you exhaled the word as it tumbled from your lips, your heart racing wildly as you fought to steady it. The thrill of it all, mixed with your need for his approval, had you wanting each strike more than the last.

Sukuna's hand lingered on the curve of your ass for a moment before falling again in a sharp slap, the sound echoing off stone walls. You gasped again, a mixture of shock and thrill racing through you as the sting blossomed into a warm ache.

“Two,” you gasped, as you fought against the swell of emotions within you.

He lifted his hand, but this time he held back just before the strike, making you tense in anticipation. The sudden hesitation had you bracing for impact, but then he only gently smoothed his palm flat against your skin, teasing you with his warmth.

But before you could even acknowledge it, a sudden one came down on your other ass cheek.

“Three,” you managed to say, voice trembling slightly, the sensation catching you off guard as he switched up the rhythm.

“Good,” he replied, and the next strike came almost immediately after, catching you off guard. “Four!” you exclaimed, the sound of his hand meeting your skin sending shockwaves through your body.

He continued this pattern, alternating between sharp slaps and moments of tension where he would simply tease you, leaving you breathless and on edge. Sometimes, he would deliver a strike that felt harder than the last, and other times he’d pull back, letting you feel only the ghost of his hand as your body quivered in anticipation.

You felt yourself teetering on the brink of overwhelming sensations as you counted up to ten, each strike igniting a fiery mixture of pleasure and pain that coursed through your body. Each impact left you breathless, the rhythm of his hand striking you creating a melody of desire that echoed in your mind.

“Eleven” you finally gasped, the word escaping your lips as you savoured the ache that lingered in your skin.

Sukuna paused, letting the silence stretch between you, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on your back, assessing and possessive. The air was thick with tension, and you could sense the power dynamics shifting once more.

“Are you sorry?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, sending a thrill down your spine.

You bit your lip, a mix of defiance and longing swirling within you as you processed his question. The sharp sting of his earlier strikes still pulsed against your skin. The heat emanating from your skin, a reminder of your rebelliousness, yet the way he held you—firm, possessive—made your heart race with exhilaration.

“Sorry?” you repeated, tilting your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder. You could see the smirk playing on his lips, the amusement dancing in his eyes. The challenge was palpable; he wanted you to say it, to acknowledge your submission in a way that would give him satisfaction. Yet all that came out of your mouth was…

“I don’t know yet-”

“Do you even know what you want?” he pressed, his voice smooth and taunting. “Because I can give you everything, but you seem intent on making this harder for yourself.”

“Do you want my approval?” he asked, his voice a sultry caress that made your heart race. The question hung between you, laden with implications that sent a shiver down your spine. “You know I could give it to you if you just admit what you truly want.”

As if sensing the conflict within you, he slowly guided you off his lap, the absence of his warmth leaving you yearning for more. You hesitated for a moment, caught in the limbo of desire and pride, before he leaned back slightly, a glimmer of challenge in his gaze. “Get on your knees,” he commanded, the authority in his voice making it impossible to resist.

The command was a double-edged sword, igniting a rush of eagerness and vulnerability in your chest. There was something intoxicating about being at his mercy, and even as the thought of submission sent pangs of uncertainty through you, the need for his love and approval surged stronger than your pride.

You swallowed hard, the weight of his gaze heavy on you as you knelt before him, the coolness of the floor contrasting sharply with the warmth that enveloped your body. Sukuna watched you, a predator sizing up his prey, and you could feel the intensity of his scrutiny as you knelt there, heart racing and breath shallow.

“Good girl” he praised, the words wrapping around you like silk, soothing yet igniting a fire in your core. “This is where you belong—submissive, yearning for my affection.” His voice was low and sultry, and you could hear the satisfaction lacing his tone as he took in your posture, his eyes gleaming with approval. “But you have to earn it. Tell me what you want.”

You hesitated, the vulnerability of your position mingling with your desire to please him. “I want… I want your approval,” you murmured, the admission spilling from your lips almost involuntarily. “Your love”

His smirk widened, revealing a hint of satisfaction that made your heart flutter. “And how do you plan to earn it?” he asked, his voice smooth and seductive, coaxing you into deeper submission. “Show me how desperate you really are for my love.”

With deliberate slowness, he shrugged off his robe, letting the luxurious fabric cascade down his broad shoulders and pool around his waist. The movement revealed the powerful contours of his body, muscles coiling under his skin, each movement exuding confidence and dominance. You couldn’t help but feel your breath hitch in your throat as you drank in the sight of him—strikingly captivating and impossibly alluring. His cock sprung free, dauntingly big, thick and girthy with a prominent vein running along the underside of it.

As you positioned yourself at his feet, your heart raced with anticipation. You looked up at him, and in that moment, you could see the mixture of dominance and desire reflected in his gaze. You knew exactly what he wanted you to do, and the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement coursing through you.

“Go on,” he urged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “show me just how much you crave my approval.” The challenge ignited something deep within you, urging you to submit fully to his will.

You reached forward, taking his cock in your hand at first, feeling the heat radiate from it as your fingers wrapped around his length. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, awakening every nerve ending and amplifying the intensity of your need. You could feel his gaze boring into you, an intoxicating mix of desire and power, and the weight of it only fueled your eagerness.

Sukuna watched you intently, his expression a mixture of approval and amusement as you began to stroke him slowly.

You leaned in closer, your breath hitching as you pressed soft kisses along his shaft, savouring the taste of his skin and the intoxicating musk that enveloped you. With each kiss, you felt a thrill of exhilaration at your submission, and the thought of earning his approval made you more eager to please.

“Keep going,” he encouraged, his voice low and demanding.

You could hear the satisfaction in his tone, and it spurred you on as you took him deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him with fervent devotion. Every now and then you’d pull back and focus on the tip, only to resume taking his cock in as deep as you could, using your hand for what you couldn’t fit. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you—his dominance and your willingness to submit completely to him.

As you continued, you could feel his hand find its way to your hair, fingers tangling in it as he guided your movements, controlling the pace with a delicious authority. The mix of his control and your surrender sent waves of heat pooling in your core, and you could feel the ache of longing building within you.

The warmth of his body radiated against your skin, intensifying the sensations coursing through you as you leaned in further, taking him deeper. Each careful stroke of your tongue was met with a soft, approving grunt from Sukuna, his fingers tightening in your hair, guiding you with just the right amount of pressure. You revelled in the way he took charge, the way he made you feel both desired and utterly submissive.

“Such a good little pet,” he praised, his voice smooth yet commanding, sending tremors of excitement through you. “You’re desperate for my touch, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t deny it, the words igniting something primal within you, and you nodded as best you could with him filling your mouth. The mixture of your eagerness and his control heightened the stakes, pushing you to give him everything you had.

His hips shifted slightly, guiding your rhythm as he pressed deeper, the sensation making your head spin. You could feel the tension building within you, a mix of longing and excitement as you became more attuned to his desires. The slick warmth of your mouth enveloped him, and each movement you made was deliberate, an offering of your devotion.

“More,” he demanded, his voice thick with pleasure as he tilted his head back slightly. “I want to hear you.”

You moaned softly around him, the sound vibrating against his skin, eliciting another low growl from deep within him. The noise made your core throb with need, the desperate ache for him only growing stronger as you lost yourself in the rhythm of your actions.

He couldn’t help but want to set the pace himself, the next time you went to pull back, he guided your head further, forcing you to take him deeper until your nose was pressed up against his pubes. You sputtered, unable to stop yourself from gagging as he held you there for a moment before pulling back and letting you pull off and catch your breath. You coughed a little, a string of saliva connecting from his cock to your lips.

His hand tightened in your hair, gently pulling your head up for a moment so he could meet your gaze. “Look at me,” he commanded, his eyes darkened with lust and satisfaction. “I want to see your pretty eyes.”

As you surrendered fully to him, the heat pooling in your core became unbearable, a delicious reminder of just how much you craved his approval. The world outside faded further, leaving only the intoxicating connection between you—his power and your submission—and you knew that you would do anything to keep that connection alive.

You gazed up at him, his commanding presence making your heart race. As you took him deeper, this time by your own choice, a rush of exhilaration surged through you, and with a playful impulse, you let your teeth graze lightly against his length. The sensation was meant to tease, to elicit a reaction, but the moment you did, a sharp intake of breath escaped him, followed by a sudden yank of your hair that pulled you away.

Sukuna’s eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and warning, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours like a steel trap. “What did I say about behaving?” His voice was low, tinged with authority, but there was an unmistakable edge of desire laced within it. You felt a thrill race through you, the tension in the air thickening.

You looked up at him, trying to read the storm brewing in his eyes. His grip on your hair was firm yet controlled, a reminder of the power he wielded over you. The sharpness of his warning sent a jolt through you, igniting a mix of fear and excitement.

“I... I’m sorry,” you stammered, your breath shaky as you tried to regain your composure. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Do that once more and I won’t touch you again, I’ll give you to one of my men. Do you want that?”

The weight of his words settled heavily in the air, a reminder of the stakes involved. You could feel the heat of embarrassment flooding your cheeks, but it was quickly replaced by a deep-seated need for his approval. The thought of disappointing him was far more terrifying than the idea of punishment.

“Now,” he said, releasing his hold on your hair but still leaning forward, his presence overwhelming, “Show me that you can be the good girl I know you can be.” There was an edge to his tone that made your stomach flip, a challenge wrapped in a promise.

Nodding slightly, you took a deep breath, reminding yourself of the delicate balance you had to maintain. You could do this. You could earn his affection and approval. You leaned in closer once more, eyes locked onto his, feeling the pulse of desire thrumming between you.

With renewed determination, you took him back into your mouth, moving slowly at first, allowing your tongue to swirl around him in languid strokes. You could feel the tension in the air, the silent understanding that every movement you made was a testament to your willingness to submit completely to him. You focused on doing it right, savouring the way his body reacted, the way his breath hitched as you worked your mouth around him.

You couldn’t help but grin slightly as you ran your tongue along his shaft.

“You think this is funny?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lips with a possessive touch. “You think you’re in control here?” The amusement in his voice was gone, replaced with a low, simmering intensity that made your pulse quicken.

Before you could respond, Sukuna yanked you up, pulling you to your feet with a force that left your heart racing. He spun you around again, pressing your back against the wall, his chest flush against your front as his hands roamed over your body. The roughness of his touch sent shivers down your spine, your skin tingling with the mix of pleasure and dominance that radiated from him.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on to that defiance,” he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the full weight of his cock pressing against your stomach. “You’ll break eventually. You always do.”

Your body responded instinctively to his dominance as you clenched your thighs together. Sukuna was testing your limits, pushing you to the brink of submission, and you knew that the game you had started was far from over. The tension between you crackled like electricity, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand as his other hand travelled down your body, his touch rough and demanding. His smirk widening as he saw the way your chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, your defiance crumbling under the weight of his dominance.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "To be at my mercy? To feel my power over you?"

You could only whimper in response, your body trembling with desire as Sukuna’s fingers danced over across your breasts, playfully rolling your nipples between his fingers, tugging them slightly, teasing you but never giving you the satisfaction you craved. He smirked, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him, the control he held over you absolute.

"You don’t get to decide when I reward you," he grumbled, "I do."

Sukuna’s hand tightened around your wrists, his grip firm but not painful as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Tell me who you belong to," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, filled with an authority that made your heart race.

You swallowed hard, your defiance wavering under the weight of his dominance. "You," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. "I belong to you."

Sukuna’s lips crashed down on yours, the kiss rough and demanding, filled with the intensity of his dominance. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, pulling a moan from your throat as he claimed your mouth with brutal precision. His hands explored your curves, gripping your hips, your thighs, your ass that was still sore, as if he was staking his claim on every inch of you.

With each deliberate breath, you steadied yourself, your heart racing as you mentally prepared for the brutal onslaught of his strength. You knew what was coming—the way he would thrust into you with a force that left you gasping, the raw power behind every movement. The pleasure and pain that would mingle into a heady mixture, overwhelming your senses until there was nothing left but him.

The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for the release you knew only Sukuna could give. His fingers trailed down your back, a possessive touch that claimed you inch by inch, as if reminding you that you were his to do with as he pleased.

And then, without warning or any preparation he thrust into you with a brutal force that knocked the air from your lungs. Your hands clung to his shoulders, struggling to maintain your balance as Sukuna’s body slammed into yours, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the chamber.

You were thankful that seeing him like this had you already soaked, else that stretch would’ve been a lot more painful with his size.

He didn’t hold back. Each thrust was powerful, relentless, his hips driving into yours with a ferocity that left you gasping. The intensity of it was overwhelming, his movements claiming you completely, pushing you past the point of pleasure and into a realm where pain and ecstasy became one.

Your body rocked against the wall, your breath coming in ragged, desperate pants as Sukuna’s pace only quickened. The sheer force of his movements left you clinging to the stone for support, your legs trembling with the effort of keeping yourself upright. He hooked a hand under your leg as he lifted you up slightly to get a better angle, your walls clenching around his cock every time he drove it in.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Already falling apart."

His hand tightened on your hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the side of your neck. "You’re my favourite," he hissed, his breath hot against your skin. "So don’t give me reason to neglect you."

Every punishing thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, building higher and higher until it was almost too much to bear. The heat between you intensified, your bodies moving in perfect, brutal sync, the rhythm of your connection raw and primal.

"You feel that?" Sukuna’s voice was a low, dangerous growl in your ear as he brought his other hand to your belly, his hand over the bulge he was causing. "You will never feel this anywhere else.”

He drove into you with even greater force, his body demanding your submission with every movement. And as the pleasure built to a fever pitch inside you, your mind blanked, consumed by the sheer intensity of what he was doing to you.

Sukuna’s thrusts became more brutal, more relentless with each passing second. The intensity of his movements left you breathless, your body barely able to keep up with the raw, savage force of him. The cold stone of the wall pressed against your back, and his hand on your leg, the only thing holding you upright as Sukuna claimed you with an aggression that sent shivers through your entire being.

His hands gripped your hips with a bruising force, pulling you into him with every movement, demanding your full surrender. The overwhelming pleasure mingled with a burning ache that left you trembling, each sensation more intense than the one before.

"Is this what you wanted?" Sukuna growled, his voice thick with both anger and lust. "You wanted to test me? Thought you could defy me, hmm?"

His tone was sharp, laced with danger, and each word only made your pulse race faster. You could feel the fury in his movements, the way he drove into you with a punishing rhythm that left you gasping for air. Your mind spun, the pleasure so overwhelming it was hard to think straight, but through the haze of sensation, you realised the truth: you’d pushed him too far.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sounds of his body slamming into yours. "I'm sorry, Sukuna… I didn’t mean—"

Before you could finish, he thrust into you harder, his hand yanking your hair back so that your head snapped up, forcing you to meet his eyes as he leaned over you. His gaze burned with fury and satisfaction, and the sight of it made your stomach flip.

"Oh, you’re sorry now, are you?" he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. "Begging for forgiveness already? Pathetic."

His hips slammed into yours again, the brutal pace leaving you reeling, the sheer force of his movements pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You cried out, your fingers digging into the stone wall as you tried to brace yourself against the onslaught of pleasure and pain.

"Please," you gasped, your voice trembling as his relentless thrusts made it hard to speak. "I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to—"

But Sukuna wasn’t interested in your apologies. If anything, your desperate pleas only seemed to drive him further, his pace quickening, the heat between you growing unbearable. His hand snaked around your throat, gripping it just tightly enough to make you aware of his control, his dominance over you absolute.

"You think I care about your sorry little words?" Sukuna growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think an apology is going to stop me now?"

His grip on your neck tightened just enough to make your breath hitch, and you could feel your body responding, the ache between your legs growing more intense with every punishing thrust. His pace was faster now, the rhythm of his hips brutal, leaving you no time to catch your breath as he took you harder, faster.

Your body was on fire, each thrust pushing you further into a dizzying spiral of pleasure that made it impossible to think of anything but him. Every time you tried to form words, they were swallowed by gasps and cries of pleasure, your mind barely able to keep up with the sheer intensity of what Sukuna was doing to you.

"I’m sorry," you whimpered again, your voice breaking as he pounded into you, the force of his movements overwhelming every sense. "I… I won’t disobey again… I promise…"

Sukuna’s hand moved from your throat to your waist, pulling you back into him with a bruising grip as he sped up even more, the wet sound of your bodies crashing together filling the air. His breathing was ragged now, and you could feel the heat of his skin against yours, the way his body enveloped you, completely dominating you.

"Is that so?" he snarled, his voice thick with satisfaction as he drove into you harder. "You’re sorry now… but it’s too late for that."

His hips slammed into yours with a ferocity that made your legs shake, your entire body trembling as he took you mercilessly. You could barely keep yourself upright, every muscle in your body tensing with the effort of staying grounded under the relentless onslaught of his thrusts, your pussy welcoming him in with every movement of his cock, it was embarrassing how much your body betrayed you.

"I’ll make sure you remember this," he growled, his breath hot against your skin as his pace became almost punishing. "Next time you think about disobeying me, you’ll remember exactly what happens."

Sukuna's grip tightened as he drove into you with merciless abandon, his pace unrelenting as your body quaked beneath him. The overwhelming sensation was pushing you closer and closer to the edge, your muscles tensing in anticipation of release. But just as you felt that familiar surge of pleasure coil tighter, ready to snap, Sukuna suddenly pulled back, leaving you teetering on the brink, your pussy clenching around nothing at the loss.

Your breath hitched, a desperate whimper escaping your lips as the pleasure was ripped away from you. He slowed his movements, rolling his hips with an agonisingly deliberate pace, teasing you with just enough sensation to keep you trembling but never enough to send you over.

"S-Sukuna," you gasped, your voice trembling with need, your body aching for the release that had been so cruelly denied. "Please... please, I—"

He cut you off with a low, mocking laugh, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you still, his chest pressed against your back. The heat of his body was suffocating, his presence overwhelming as he leaned down to speak directly into your ear.

"You really think you deserve to come after all that?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "After the way you acted? You don’t get to have what you want."

You whimpered again, your body trembling with frustration as Sukuna slowed his thrusts to a maddening crawl, each movement deliberate, calculated to keep you on edge without ever granting you the release you so desperately craved.

His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, spreading you wider as he pushed his cock deeper inside, filling you completely with slow, torturous strokes. Your breath came in shallow gasps, every nerve in your body strung tight with anticipation, but no matter how hard you tried to chase that elusive climax, Sukuna remained in control.

"I’m the one who decides when you get to come," he growled, his voice dark and commanding. "And you haven’t earned it today."

He increased the pace only slightly, enough to send another wave of pleasure through you, but still holding you just at the edge of satisfaction. You could feel him nearing his own release, his breathing becoming heavier, his thrusts more forceful, but even as his body tensed with his impending climax, he refused to let you finish.

"Look at you," he mocked, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Begging for something you’re not even worthy of."

Sukuna’s rhythm grew faster, his hips snapping into you with an intensity that sent you reeling. The heat between your bodies built to a fever pitch, his ragged breaths mingling with your gasps as you clung to the edge of control. You could feel yourself spiralling toward the brink of release, your entire body tensing, desperate to fall over that edge. But just as the pleasure began to crest, Sukuna let out a low, guttural growl, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his peak.

With one last deep thrust, he groaned, his body stilling as he spilled into you, his grip on your hips tightening with possessive force. His cum shot out, thick streams of white painting your walls, a neverending load it felt like with how prolonged it was. His breath came in hot, uneven pants against your skin, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he rode out his climax. You could feel the heat of him inside you, the weight of his release, but the moment your own release seemed within reach, Sukuna stopped moving completely.

You whimpered, the need still burning fiercely in your core, your body quaking with the intensity of being left teetering on the edge. You tried to grind against him, desperate for that final push, but his hands clamped down on your hips, holding you in place. The realisation hit you hard — he really wasn’t going to let you finish.

"Sukuna... please," you gasped, your voice strained, body trembling with unfulfilled need. "I-I need to—"

He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look down at you, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, you thought I’d change my mind?" His voice was thick with amusement, utterly unapologetic. "Not this time."

You moaned in frustration, your body still pulsing with the aftershocks of his rough pace, the pleasure so close yet just out of reach. Sukuna’s grip on your hips remained firm as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

"You're lucky I let you have this much," he growled, the tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe next time you’ll think twice before misbehaving."

He pulled out slowly, his absence leaving you feeling unbearably empty, your body still throbbing with unsatisfied need. He watched you squirm beneath him, clearly revelling in your frustration, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

Sukuna’s dark chuckle echoed in the room as he loomed over you, watching the frustration play across your features. You could feel your body trembling with the intensity of everything left unresolved, a quiet whine escaping your throat as you tried, one last time, to reach for him. But before you could make any move, he shifted, his hand coming to rest atop your head.

The touch was shockingly gentle, a contrast to the roughness you’d just endured, as he stroked your hair almost… fondly. You glanced up at him, confusion flickering across your face, but Sukuna’s expression was one of twisted amusement.

"Don’t pout," he murmured, still smirking as he patted your head in that condescending way. "I’m not so heartless as to leave you completely unsatisfied." His voice dripped with mockery, but there was an underlying promise there—something dark and teasing.

You bit your lip, your heart still racing, unsure what he meant. Did he intend to give you an orgasm after all? Yet instead of returning his hands to your body, he let them slide away, leaving you even more bewildered.

With a casual shrug, Sukuna stood, towering over you, clearly savouring the sight of your needy, trembling form sprawled before him. As he moved toward the door, you caught his last remark.

"I’ll let you sleep in my chambers tonight," he tossed over his shoulder, his tone almost dismissive. "Consider that a kindness."

His words hung in the air, thick with his typical arrogance. Sleeping in his chambers meant you’d be close, within reach of him, and perhaps he’d allow more later. But it also meant the control still belonged to him, and you would have to wait, to endure.

He looked back at you once more, that cruel, satisfied grin still etched on his face. "See? I’m not entirely heartless," he teased, the sarcasm in his voice unmistakable.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving you to gather yourself, the heat of your desire still thrumming in your veins. His presence lingered even after he was gone, the promise of what might come next hanging over you like a heavy, tantalising shadow.

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deathbxnny · 3 months ago

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Can you do how the arcane characters would react to you having a Panic attack/panick attacks

Arcane characters reacting to you having a panic attack! | Caitlyn, Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

Thank you for your request, Anon! I absolutely loved writing this, so I hope you'll enjoy it!<33

Content: Panic attacks, fluff, swearing, established relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》CAITLYN

Her first instinct is to immideatly take you somewhere safe and private when she notices the panic attack approaching. She has very good intuition and has observed you for long enough to know your cues and signs, but sometimes even her own senses about you fail her during acute attacks that come out of nowhere. This doesn't mean that you can't rely on her to take care of you anyway.

"Hey, hey... let's breathe together, okay? Alright. Deep breathe in... hold it... and now release slowly... good job, let's do it again."

She's very quick to react to your needs and usually tries to regulate your breathing first before anything else, as that's how she learned to deal with them in her medical training. Caitlyn will also try and keep some distance in between you two in case you need space and only come closer once you're ready for that. She's very gentle and patient, as she soothes away your fears and worries.

Later on, she'll gently hold you and spoil you with nice food whilst you finally calm down and rest. Cait won't ever push you to tell her what triggered you, but will encourage you to tell her how she can help you better next time. Something she'll probably write down somewhere for future reference for better efficiency.

》SEVIKA

The first time it happens to you around her, she'll admittedly be a little surprised. It's not like she hadn't seen panic attacks before, but she simply just never had to deal with them before. With that said, her first instinct is to wonder if someone had bothered you and, if so, how quick she can beat them up for hurting you like this. The last thing she wants is for someone to ruin that beautiful smile of yours, and the sight of you suffering like that makes her feel uneasy.

"Alright, tell me what you need, and I'll do it for you right now. I just... fuck, tell me how to help you, sweetheart."

Sevika will lean down to your level after also taking you somewhere private so that she can let her guard down in peace and focus on you. She's not good at comforting people no matter who you are, and she's certainly also not the most affectionate person out there. But she knows to keep her distance and focus on what you need from her in that moment. Your hyperventilating and short breaths worry her, but that's nothing she can't handle with some direction from you.

After the panic attack blows over, she'll demand a detailed list of what exactly she should do better next time. She doesn't like being unprepared, especially when it comes to your care and well-being.

》JINX

She has memorized absolutely everything about you and is the first person to notice when a panic attack is coming up, which makes her the best helper out there at that moment. Jinx immideatly springs into action and brings you to her hideout, where she knows things are safe and sound. No one can hurt you here, especially not with her around. She'll sit on the ground with you and take your hands in her own carefully. The girl doesn't make any sudden moves and just observes every reaction you make very closely, practically analyzing them to know what to do next. And her voice would be so calm and soothing whilst she speaks.

"It's alright, cuddlebug. No one's laying a hand on ya whilst I'm here... so let's just breathe together."

Jinx doesn't want you to feel alone whilst you're going through this and will be right there with you until the last of your tears have been shed. Afterward, she'll either cuddle you to sleep or get you something nice to eat. Either way, you're being treated like royalty by her, just because she doesn't want you to feel like she did when she still had to suffer through everything all on her own. Having you here is a blessing, and taking care of you was a way to pay you back for it.

》VI

Despite what people may think, Vi's intuition about other people has never failed her. She always feels so deeply for others. It isn't all too surprising when she is quick to notice your mood shifting drastically out of nowhere. Once the panic attacks start, she'll have enough past experiences to take care of you as well as she can. It may not always be perfect due to her inability to express her love and affection all too well in moments of panic, but she'll still pull through for you. Getting you out of danger and into a more secluded area, she'll wrap her jacket around your shoulders and try soothing your quick breathing.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's calm down, okay? I'm right here. Nothing can hurt you."

She may honestly slightly panic herself, especially as seeing you so distraught messes with her own emotions, too. Vi hates to see you suffer, and the last thing she wants is for you to potentially get hurt if you don't calm down.

Vi will most likely ask you what she can do better next time as well, since she secretly feels a bit disappointed in herself for not being able to do more for you. But she's open to learning how to be perfect for you next time, that's for sure.

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prael · 5 months ago

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Newjeans Hanni x male reader smut

Happy Hanni Day!

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It's a really long way to travel, and doubly so when you get fuck all from it. It's not like you were after anything ground-breaking—it's just a fashion show, after all.

It's about as close as you get to 'phoning it in' as a journalist. A few copy-and-paste interviews to accompany some snapshots of the season's latest designs. A couple hundred words, cut and run. Who wore what dress and who wore it the tightest. You could probably type most of it out on the plane without ever leaving your seat, and the public will still eat it up.

Somewhere over Austria, you mulled over that very fact.

Four days later, somewhere over Hungary, you're scrambling to do exactly that.

The whole thing is going fine. Fine, right up until it isn't. Maybe it's the sound of your fingers on the keys or the pocket of air that rocked the plane in that familiar gut-wrenching way, but her eyes are opening slowly. She's mouthing something, her fingers reaching around behind her, under the thin layer of blankets she is enveloped in.

"Are we there yet?" she murmurs, fishing her phone out of her blanket, sleepiness and all.

"Not even close," you say as flatly as you can, returning to a few words you'd been rolling over in your head for the better part of thirty minutes.

"What are you writing about?" She asks from down on her fully reclined seat that's moonlighting as a bed.

"You," you say with a small laugh, not looking away from your laptop.

"What about me?" Hanni's phone lights up, cutting through the darkness and finally making her face visible. The cabin is in full black-out since it's the middle of the night, and the dividers in first-class keep the two of you isolated.

"Your clothes, mostly. Generic fashion show stuff. Doesn't really matter. I put the names Gucci and Hanni Pham in an article and it sells itself. Instant clicks. S'like... two baits for one fish."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Probably is," you reply, knowing full well that there's little to be proud of in here. It's all surface level after all, since adding the things you know now might raise a few eyebrows. All the investigative journalism you've done over the past few days isn't exactly something you can write about. Though you can't deny it, an article about the beauty mark right below her waistline would probably send the masses into a frenzy.

You can hear her tapping on her screen a few more times, and with the silence in the first-class cabin at night, you find yourself focusing on those sounds more than your writing. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause. Sigh. Tap. Tap.

"What is it?"

"Can't sleep," comes her whispered reply as she pushes herself up with that strange grunt you often hear her make, propping her pillow against the bulkhead and stretching out.

"Drugs not working?"

She shakes her head. "Not doing much."

"If my typing is too loud I can stop—"

"No, you focus. I'll find something to keep myself distracted." She locks her phone again and disappears into the darkness again, her soft breathing almost inaudible. Minutes go by. You manage a full two paragraphs before hearing her moving in the darkness again.

"Hanni?"

"Shh."

The slow shifting goes on for another few seconds, and in the darkness, you can make out the movement of her blanket as she slides off the chair down to your feet. What hits you next is her fingers reaching into your waistband.

"Hann—"

"Quiet," she whispers back. You quickly pick up the laptop from resting on your lap before her attempts to undress you can send it crashing to the floor. You're quick to place it on her seat and close its cover, out of her reach just in time before she slides your pants down.

She doesn't say anything, just lets you lay there in silence as her fingers guide you into her mouth. It is almost unnerving how used to it you have become in such a short time—how easy it has become for you, a supposed professional, to mix business and pleasure to this degree.

Hanni goes on unperturbed, wetting you between plump lips that trail up and down your length.

There is nothing you can do at this point but give in and just throw your head back. You grow harder under her touch and her tongue and judging by the way she grows more aggressive with her movements, Hanni is starting to enjoy herself as well. You can't quite make out her face, but you already know the look she's wearing. Can practically see it in your mind's eye; the look of wide-eyed desire as she takes you further in, lips rounding out over teeth as she welcomes every inch you give her until her cheeks cave in from sucking.

It's fucking burned into your brain. You've seen it so much, among so many other filthy expressions, you aren't sure if you could ever forget it.

Your hand reaches down blindly in the darkness until it finds the back of her head. The mere fact that the both of you are sitting on this plane hundreds of miles above the ground is instantly forgotten, fading out from consciousness and sense as she holds on, massaging your balls with one hand.

You let yourself lay there like this, fingers tangled in her hair, cock buried in her mouth. The thought of pulling her up and reciprocating is never far from your mind, but her grip on your hips is certain. This is all her right now. She's in charge.

She does not lack the pace to prove it.

Her head bobs up and down in the dark, tongue guiding you further in with every motion, lips slipping further down along your shaft, saliva pooling at your base. Her humming is growing—you can't hear it, but you can feel it. It resonates all the way through you, down the aching hardness she keeps stroking with her tongue, and even further to fuel that tension building in your lower stomach.

"Holy fuck," you curse under your breath, voice catching in your throat, lost in the motion of the plane's droning vibrations and her eager motions.

She pops you from her mouth, stroking your cock with a twist of a wrist and something she is doing with her tongue at the tip. As your eyes begin to adjust, you can see that spit has mixed with precum, dribbling down and over the back of her knuckles. It's lewd and over the top and everything that Hanni Pham, an innocent idol, pretends not to be.

"What? You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no," you whisper back, heart pumping in your ears. The feeling of her strokes, suddenly more controlled and tense without the benefit of her mouth is as jarring as it is fleeting.

"Didn't think so." With that, she brings her head back down to take you in her mouth again, hot breaths hitting the spit-slick surface of your dick. It's dirty and clumsy, messy and wet, and each time she swallows you, your entire body shudders with pleasure, coiling every muscle and feeling it climb upward until your stomach goes tight and you find yourself pushing her down, further, faster, until she is sucking what little air she has.

You are wound tight. Agonising, torturous tension pulling ever outward from your centre with each motion she makes. Every twitch of her tongue—fuck, does she work her tongue—spurs some sort of response down to the very tips of your toes.

It's a complete relapse. Back to four days ago, in the back of the car, with nothing but a divider between you and the driver. Cumming inside Hanni's pretty mouth and feeling her swallow every bit, then going on like nothing happened.

There's usually not a lot of enthusiasm for an interview. You have spent the whole morning being shrugged off by star after star after star. To them, they're there to look pretty. To show face and represent their brands. Answers are pre-written garbage to be regurgitated over and over like everyone is sharing the same stupid fucking tongue.

Then there's little miss backless-top. Denim jeans and a shirt with frills that barely keeps her modesty. Big, brown eyes and a smile that fills her whole face. Add her vibrance and energy and she really gets your journalistic gears turning. There's something fresh about her. How when you approach her, she engages you in a conversation like you're an actual person and not just some cardboard cut-out of a journalist.

Hanni Pham knows her shit. It's part of the training. She handles media with all the grace of someone born to do it and the energy of someone who loves it. So not only does she give you answers there and then, but when you make the request to sit down with her later and get all you need to do a whole feature on her, she's quickly turning to the powers that be to make it happen.

She should have been a ten-minute addendum. An hourglass figure strutting and posing and laughing her pretty little ass off for cameras for the adoring public. Instead, Hanni fucking Pham, you've got her. For hours.

So you sit down in a quiet little room you managed to reserve with the company card, and she's right across from you, with two glasses of water and a notepad on a table in an otherwise empty room.

"Is this going to be recorded?" She asks first, though looks sceptical and unprepared.

"Normally, yes. But I would prefer us to be a little more comfortable. I'm going to take notes, that's all."

"I like that." She claps, like there's an imaginary audience watching, even if you're the only one there. "So, what are we covering?"

"Everything. To start," you shift a little closer to the table. "Think of this being more about you rather than what you're wearing."

She gives you a little bit of a quizzical look.

"I know. Fashion show. Just, work with me here. The Gucci brand gets the clicks, I want to introduce those clickers to the girl wearing the clothes."

Hanni nods, her eyes light up a little and you can't help but notice how she is really fucking adorable. Up close, she's even prettier. It throws you off for a second as you bring up the notepad. The blank pages stare up at you—mock you. Where do you even begin?

"We met briefly earlier, and you're standing alongside stars from many industries and the lead designer at Gucci."

"Yes," she smiles politely. "That was exciting. Kind of surreal, really."

"So what does it take to be who you are? A girl of Vietnamese blood, born in Melbourne, working in South Korea and travelling to Europe for fashion shows?"

"Uhm, like, honestly?" She shifts in her seat. "Really a lot of hard work. Endless and stressful and never-ending hard work. You know? From singing and dancing, to the language lessons and the dieting and working out. It needs hard work and, well, a lot of luck too."

"You make your own luck." You nod, before jotting down into your notepad.

She tilts her head in response. "I suppose so. That's very quotable if you want. I made my own luck by working hard."

"And yet you're still young, what, turning twenty?"

"Just." Hanni nods.

"Barely twenty and making waves. Do you still feel like you have so much more to give?"

"Oh fuck yeah," she quickly confirms. "Wait, don't write that down."

"Oh... fuck... yeah." You sound out the words as you pretend to write them in the notepad.

"Hey!" Hanni laughs, and it's beautiful. It fills the room and just makes her glow with warmth. "Cut me some slack."

"Alright. Alright. So is this what you envisioned? Being twenty and being here?"

"You mean in this room with you?"

You laugh too. The jokes come so naturally to her.

"I'm happy where I am, it really was always my dream."

"To be in this room with me?"

"Fuck you," she laughs. "But, in a way, yes. I wouldn't be here if I didn't achieve my dream, would I?"

"That's very true. Then what is next for you?"

"There's no end goal." Hanni tilts her head. You follow her hand as it passes through her hair. She's studying you just like you are studying her. "I don't think I'll ever sit back and say 'that's enough.' That's not who I am."

"Ambitious. The question now is what are you chasing?"

"Is that you asking or the article?"

"Both," you say with a wry smile.

"For the article: I want to tour the world, keep improving and working hard. Release more music."

You scribble down a few notes and then click the top of the pen. "And off the record?"

"To spend a little more time focusing on myself. Time is fleeting. I should try and enjoy it while it lasts."

"You're young, pretty and successful. You have plenty of opportunity to do just that."

"Is that flirting?" she jokes, cocking her brow with a seductive smile.

"I'm just stating facts. I'm married to the truth." You gesture to your notepad. "So let's get back on the record, shall we?"

One delayed layover later and you're back in the air, and after your brief break to let Hanni drain you into her throat, you managed to get back to finishing up the article, so for the final stretch, the two of you are lying together in one of the first-class beds, and the conversation kept going.

"How are you single?" she's asking, while you're spooning her.

"Mostly because of my job. Definitely the baggage and constant travelling. Takes a special woman to not hate this."

"Sounds like idol life. I know so many idols who try to date but you just never have the time to see each other. We tour constantly and are always on the road. A long day of practising and comeback planning and comeback filming and comeback rehearsing, and more hours of sleep and eating to prep for the next comeback, you're always too exhausted."

"Such a shame." You lower the blanket that's covering her bare chest. Her breasts fill your palm as you caress them, gently. "A pretty thing like you deserves so much better than empty hotel rooms."

"Flirt," she playfully chastises, pressing her ass to your crotch before sliding forward to give you some friction, grinning at you over her shoulder. "These past few days, all the sex, I'd be lying if I said I couldn't get used to this."

It's a sentiment so heavily shared, that even now you're thinking about how easy it would be to pin her onto her back and mount her. It isn't easy to shake the thought when her body is practically inviting you inside her.

You're asking instead, still exploring her naked form, "How do you overcome the needs?"

"Other ways..." Hanni replies through closed eyes, her cheeks blushing. "Toys. Helps and hurts. They're no real substitute."

You run your hand over her toned stomach, heading between her thighs and gently prying them open. And there she is. Right fucking there, wet and waiting for you. Your finger glides over her lips and runs the full length of her, and she strains to contain a gentle moan. The problem is, Hanni is really fucking loud, and the walls of this pod are paper thin.

"I want you again," she whispers, and it's a real fucking dilemma.

She guides your cock through the folds of her pussy and leans back her head as she takes it. Fuck, it feels so good being back inside her. Wet and tight and made to grip. A small whimper escapes her when you are in deep, which she tries to swallow.

"You gotta be quiet," you tell her, while all but refusing to move inside her.

"I can be quiet," she grinds against you, but you're not convinced, and with a firm grasp of her jaw, you pull her closer.

"Can you?" you speak under her ear. "Can the oh-so-talented Hanni Pham control herself?"

She lets out another trembling little sound of pleasure while pushing herself onto your shaft. "I think so. All I know is you need to—yeah, right there. Yes." She closes her eyes and tries to stifle that deep groan of enjoyment.

You hush her before it gets too loud with a hand over her mouth. Tentatively, you begin moving, an aching slow journey backward and forward. As tight as her cunt is around your dick, the movement becomes easy. Dragging more pleasure from both of you and as she rolls her hips again, grinding against the motion, the whimpering returns.

"Hanni," you scold gently, pushing further into her with each stroke. "Shhh."

She mouths an 'I can't' into your hand which elicits a laugh from you and turns a smirk into a smile. You're rutting against her ass, savouring the feeling of your hips hitting her soft flesh. Ample curves along with a narrow waist begging you to embrace her. A pretty little thing taking all your cock and urging you on. It's hard not to go harder. "Need you."

"Careful what you wish for," you whisper as she tries to lean back her head in bliss.

Her tongue brushes your knuckles, and the soft sweep feels like a warm, wet invitation to probe further. A few seconds of uncertainty follows, and then her mouth closes around the tips of your fingers and starts to suck. Sharing the same excitement that has gotten the better of you the past few days of endless debauchery.

You sink your fingers deeper. She sucks harder, her moans stifled behind her pursed lips. Anywhere but here and you would throw her face down on the mattress, fuck her into a state of bliss. Make her beg for you and claw the bedsheets. Such an innocent girl, a girl who should have stayed wrapped in silk and lace, but who demands you take her, just a moment longer, just a bit rougher, and how can you refuse a beauty like that?

Just as Hanni settles and relaxes, her body is dragged into tense peaks of delight. Tiny gasps leak from around your fingers as you thrust deeper. She chokes as she orgasms, digging her nails into the arm that is holding her close, her face going bright pink. Sweat on her temples, on her chest. An earthly aroma of wet skin and hot breaths. She swears and curses the pleasure as you pump your orgasm between her thighs.

You fill her. For a while, you are one, grinding together in mutual fulfilment, breathing heavily and lost in your actions. The mess you're making runs from her sweet cunt, down her thigh, onto the bed.

The rush leaves the both of you exhausted. Hanni does nothing to resist you pulling out and emptying the last few drops over her ass. It is all over as quick as it began. It comes with a strange realisation of how natural it all feels to cum inside Hanni Pham.

It's not often that someone you interview not only takes your card, but doesn't immediately throw it away, and actually uses the number on there. You're in the back of a cab when it rings. Today's show has just about finished and while you didn't quite manage to snag another interview like the one you did with Hanni, it has been a good day.

"Did you get enough to write about?" is the first question she asks when you answer.

"I got a few bits here and there. Some surface-level stuff from others, but you gave me the marquee piece. I'll fluff up what I have with the spec sheets released and I'm sure it'll be a nice little exclusive."

"That makes me sound important," she giggles.

"You're a fucking celebrity, of course you are important."

"No need to swear."

"Apologies." There's a momentary pause. You let it linger on the call and soon enough, Hanni's laugh fills the silence.

"I'm kidding. Keep up that energy,"

"So, why are you calling? Usually, when I get a call it's to recant some statement or explain a misquote. Did I make a mess of something?"

"Well, not yet. But I have some ideas."

"Ideas?" You repeat, brows raising.

"Where are you now?" she asks, and for a moment you wonder if you shouldn't be answering.

"Taxi. Headed back to the place I'm staying."

"Where are you staying?" It's a strange question for her to ask, you think. Or maybe, it's not strange at all, but timing and circumstance have you considering the way it sounds.

"A hotel."

"Look to your right," she says, making a confusing request, but you look. Of course, you do. Outside the window, in the next lane over, stuck in the very same traffic as you are, is a familiar face. She gives you the widest grin, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Are you following me?" you joke.

"Do you want me to?" There's something playful in her voice, an attempt at seduction that's not exactly subtle.

"Hanni, what are—"

"Just answer the question," she interrupts.

And that's it. There's no reason to evade the truth. Lying to yourself gets no one anywhere. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"Good," she murmurs, "you know, I'm still wearing the same outfit as I was at the event. These jeans are getting really uncomfortable." She pulls the phone away from her ear for a second and you hear her call out, "Driver? See that taxi on our left? Follow it, please. And can I get some privacy back here?"

There are some distant sounds from the other side of the phone. An affirmation of orders. Then her voice is right back with you.

"As I was saying, these jeans are really uncomfortable."

"Fashion can hurt," you say flatly.

"You're supposed to tell me to take them off or something. You're not very good at this are you?"

"I didn't realise 'this' is what we were doing." You've developed a stupid fucking smile, even if it's going unseen.

"Hmm, it can be." There is a moment of quiet as if she's thinking. "Hold on a second," Hanni says. There are some vague sounds you can't make out before she comes back to the phone. "Got bored of waiting. Now, keep talking will you? I like the sound of your voice."

"Hanni, what—"

"Just keep talking. Tell me what you think of me." She can't see it, but the look of confusion must be shining bright on your face. At a loss, and under duress, you speak your mind.

"Well, you seem nice." It's a weak first effort. "Very funny, a little confident. You must know you're pretty. Young, but driven." The words you mumble are stilted, but telling the truth.

"Really. You think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah."

"Not sexy?"

"Hanni, you're fucking sexy."

"Thanks," her laugh is like bells, ringing through the car. "That's better. What did you think of my outfit?"

"Daring. Not often do I see an idol go completely backless. Risky."

"Sometimes a risk is worth taking."

"Seems so."

"Tell me more. Tell me what was the part you liked the most?" Her voice drops from that relaxed confidence to a pitch that has your head buzzing with possibility.

"Nice waist. Really looked good with the way those jeans hugged your hips."

There's a long, heavy breath from the other end of the line. Something rustling and then a deep gasp from Hanni.

"What's happening?"

"Nothing. Keep talking. Describe me to me." Her voice is fraught with need, a small tremble in each word.

"Okay." That was permission, or demand, whichever is. You swallow before continuing. "Backless was a good choice. Your bare skin looks great. I'm sure those pictures are going viral already. Betting they are all over the web, all over people's phones."

"Are we close to your hotel?" Hanni strains out the question as if it were hard to say, every syllable wrought in pain.

"Close."

"Good, are you excited?"

"To?"

"See more of my bare skin."

Fuck. The image floods your mind like a dam breaking. Suddenly, she's right there, unclothed and naked and spread open. Suddenly, she's right there, moaning in pleasure, your cock lodged deep inside her.

"Yes," you groan into the phone. It's a painful admission. "Really, Hanni. Really fucking excited."

"So tell me, what are you excited to see?"

"Your ass. Love the way you wore the jeans just a little too tight. Really framed it."

She whispers, "That's all? Anything else, anything special you wanted to see?"

"Your breasts. Like what the top does. Would like to pull it down and play with those breasts." This whole thing is obscene. You're shamelessly spilling your desire to a girl you just met and she's loving every second of it.

Another soft gasp is heard on the call. It's more than that, it's her panting, short snatches of breath as her little gasps become regular, heated and urgent. "And then what?"

"That's a surprise. We're here." The cab pulls up and her car pulls in behind you.

"Room number?"

"Oh-one-two-two," you say, handing over cash to pay the driver and stepping out. "See you there."

It's deep into the night now, and her back is pressed against the wall as you're kissing down her neck. For a young woman who looks ever so innocent, you're quickly learning the taste of her body could have the alcohol industry aflame. She's intoxicating and you're addicted. Lips sucking, teeth pressing lightly against tender flesh.

She told you to not wear a condom, not this time. She described your first load as a waste, a sinful injustice after all the things she had done to wring it from you. So now you're back inside her, thinking only of how you're going to decorate her this time, about the moment you can't hold back any longer and cum, uninhibited, spewing mess over her delicate, flawless little body.

So you're just fucking nailing Hanni against the wall, her leg pulled up and knee hooking around your elbow. Holding her there, pounding her cunt the best you possibly can. Her hands scratch deep lines into your back, and her fingernails leave dull aches along your spine. There's something primal in the way she's urging you to fuck her harder, stronger, faster. She wants all of you, just like you want all of her.

You lift her other leg and hold her there, folded against the drywall. The steady pounding begins to churn her insides, to break her fragile body to the rhythm. She's mewling a mixture of sounds in your ear. Begging. Incoherent sounds of need. Then you feel her cunt clenching and tightening, a sudden strength to the grip she has on your shaft.

Hanni screams your name, howling it at the ceiling and the walls while you drive her ever deeper through an orgasm that's torn apart her expression. Utter beauty, sheer excellence. Her quivering pleasure comes with warmth between the two of you. She cums so hard that she goes limp in your arms. Your legs really begin to strain as you pump her full of cock, and her lips find yours again.

Your kisses are savage, the gnashing of teeth and the crush of lips. She's asking for more. Demanding more.

So you throw her to the bed, turning her over and she instinctively drags herself to her knees. Her palms run to the edge of the bed, clawing the blankets as you climb behind her.

"Do you like my ass?" She breathes. Your grip finds the firm flesh with purpose.

"Love your ass," you mutter, taking a hold and angling her towards you.

"Then fuck me." Hanni arches deep, pushing her soft ass in the air and pressing her tits against the mattress. She backs right up to you, begging to be fucked, once more.

The penetration is perfect. Balls deep inside this horny little girl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and using it as leverage. It's hard, it's fast, it's a brutal rut. A sweaty, wet fuck driven by nothing but raw need. She's too wet, too accommodating, clapping herself against your pelvis, meeting your every thrust.

It's not the time to think. Simply let instinct take over. Leaning into it and fucking her.

More words spill from her mouth. More dirty, lewd praises that have your balls aching. It won't be long now. Every muscle, straining with effort, pulls taut. It's such a fucking trip. This once innocent-looking person sucking the life right from the core of your being, bending over for you to force a hand along her spine and bend her further.

"Cum on me," she whimpers again and again. Over and over. She's pleading with you. "Please, cum on me. On my back. Cover me."

There's no further thought, no plan, no point of focus. Everything narrows down to the slick friction around your shaft, and your stomach starting to become strained from the endless effort. To how her ass shakes as your fuck yourself to the edge and how she cranes her neck to watch you.

At the very last moment, you draw out of her and jerk yourself, quick and urgent motions of your wrist. Hanni's knees give way and she lies flat, looking back and watching you as you start to cover her.

The first spurts land high, just beneath her hair. They collect and pool before forming and dripping forward along her shoulder blades. The next spreads across her shoulders. A thin coating that has you shiver as it lands. It goes on and on until you're slathering her in thick lines and ropes.

Something about the sight is so fitting, so delectable, as she lays there and writhes with need, adoring the feeling of being bathed in your lust.

Her expression is an aphrodisiac as she cries out in ecstasy. Her tongue runs across her lips, and then she lets out a soft lass before crashing her face into the soft bedsheets with a moan. Your fist is still pumping rope after rope of cum across her until every muscle feels drained, and you manage to collapse beside her on the bed. You trace a finger across her smooth, plump ass as you catch your breath.

"This is the life," Hanni gasps. "If I could just have endless sex, the world would be a far happier place."

You could have been forgiven for thinking it would be a one-off. Just one night of wild sex together before going your separate ways and never speaking again. A nice memory of a beautiful girl to always sit fondly at the back of your mind.

But the very next night, you're in her hotel bathroom. Sharing a bath together, her back pressed flush to your front. You can't fucking resist running a hand between her thighs, working gently over her cunt to hear the wonderful noises she makes.

"Please," she whispers over and over, grinding against your touch.

Ordinarily, you might tease her, and have her beg a little more, but there's nothing more enthralling than the sounds and sights of Hanni's face when she cums. So instead, you're knuckle deep with two fingers and curling them into her cunt, hitting that magic spot just a little more, faster and faster.

On the brink of her second orgasm in ten minutes, Hanni draws a noisy, shuddering breath, the exhalation quickly becoming a sharp, high-pitched wail that fills the bathroom, her eyes glaze as she climaxes. "Fuck. I—that's—more." Her head falls backwards and rests on your shoulder, "yeah, more."

Hanni's petite frame writhes in orgasm. Back arched, panting breaths quickly turning to gasps for air. Eyes flutter and roll backwards before shutting entirely. Every muscle in her tight cunt grips your fingers as waves of pleasure pour from deep inside. She grinds on you, riding the sensation of your touch through the spasms until they finally slow.

"You're so fucking cute when you cum," you kiss her cheek.

It's the compliment that has her rising from the water, she stands in front of you, her wet ass and thighs dripping as she turns toward you. "Me? Cute?" She smirks, lowering herself onto your thighs, resting your cock against her pussy. "Am I really?"

"Cutest fucking thing."

She guides your cock to her wet pussy, sinking down and slowly filling herself, the both of you making a whimper at the sensation. She's in no rush, though. She prefers slow, she favours long, lingering motions where you're all the way inside her and stay there for just a few moments before climbing once more.

Her rhythm has you melting back against the bath. Long, even strokes have her ass lifting and sinking, and she rolls her hips so elegantly that it's natural to reach for her waist and run your hands along her curves.

"I hope you don't think I'm easy," Hanni whispers, her fingers grabbing the hair on the back of your head, locking her hot body against yours, keeping you close, wrapping around you. "But I'm twenty and sex-deprived, so deal with it."

"You're allowed to enjoy sex. Nothing wrong with that," you answer through closed eyes, focusing only on the heat, the skin, the feeling of your cock rubbing through her.

With a mischievous chuckle, she rests her weight on you. Chest to chest, nose against nose.

"Careful," she whispers, her voice fluttering in between soft sighs of excitement. "I could get used to having a man around. Someone willing to get me off, over and over again. You might be stuck with me. Wouldn't that be scandalous? A reporter who's secretly fucking a star like me?"

That alluring, seductive voice makes your body tense. Her kiss threatens to undo you right then and there. She's riding you harder now, bouncing her ass in your lap. Driving the pleasure, the friction, harder and deeper.

"I have a confession to make," you speak with heavy breaths, trying to restrain yourself. "I think I could get used to this. Every day. If I could."

"It's a deal then. How about we celebrate by letting you blow a load inside me? Would you like that?" She nibbles at your earlobe, giggling as she sucks it between her lips. "How good would it feel to feel your hot, thick cum slide all the way up inside me?"

"So fucking good."

"And maybe tomorrow I'll keep you inside me and let you fill me all over again, and maybe I'll do the same the day after." There's a devilish smile across her face as she continues, "I'll ride you again and again and again..."

She keeps repeating it, the word stamped into your head over and over and each time she says it, she drives her hips down into you. Hard. The water ripples. Her ass slaps the tops of your thighs. It's a relentless rhythm, an insistent grind, a desperate desire for more.

"You're filthy," you tell her as you take a firm grip on her ass, her flesh filling your grasp and the muscles rippling through her skin as she moves.

"Maybe. Maybe I am, and maybe you like it." She laughs. A sound as sweet as honey.

"You know I do."

"Then show me how much. Fill me. Let it go."

That's all you need, just her words and the way she fucks you. She's the one doing all the work, and it's all the reason you need to relax and let the bliss consume you.

Hanni is kissing you when it hits. She swallows your groans of release, sucking them into her lungs. Her hands press down into your shoulders, nails sinking deep into your skin.

She doesn't stop moving, not once. Keeps grinding. She maintains the pace until you can't take any more. Until there's nothing left. Only then does she ease her motion, settling onto your lap, keeping you deep in her.

"That was amazing," she sighs.

"Fucking was."

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docdudo · 3 months ago

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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 9)

It was snowing.

Actually, 'snowing' was an understatement. It was a freaking blizzard. And it really came out of nowhere too, just a thin layer of snow covering the ground during the early hours and now, you couldn't see anything besides white throught the window.

Oh yeah, you were also sick.

To be fair, you knew you would get sick eventually thanks to this huge change in temperature. It wasn’t even because you were out with Johnny yesterday night; you would have gotten sick regardless. It just happened that everytime the seasons changed, a flu would strike you.

It happens, you were used to it, but still...

You certainly weren't used to the attention.

First of all, you woke up with someone already in your room. Two someones, actually. Johnny was anxiously pacing close to your bed, a frown on his face as he sniffled the air around you. Kyle was with him, head tilted in your direction as he also frowned in concern.

And in a second, Kyle's large hand was pressing against your forehead, then your warm, red cheeks, and then your small neck. His hand felt warm, as always, but even you could feel it that you were warmer, making him tsc in concern.

So, they decided to place you on the large living room couch, still in the sweater and sweatpants you were wearing as pajamas, propped carefully against the many pillows and cushions, with a blanket draped over your lap and legs.

The same blanket John had bought for you the day before.

"Temperature?" Price asks, voice gruff and arms crossed as he watches Kyle staring at the thermometer with a frown.

"37,7ºC. That's high for humans." He sighs, putting the thermometer aside.

Johnny frowns a bit at the information, sitting close to you so he could also check your temperature for himself.

"Almost as warm as a werewolf..." He mutters with his own frown on his face, leaning close enough to almost lay his head against your lap and torso. "How are ye feeling, wee pup?"

"F-Fine..." Your voice sounds a little rough, your throat a bit raspy. "I... I have... I usually get sick when the temperature changes... too quickly..."

He nods and croons at your quiet answer, now actually leaning to rub his head and fluffy ears against your chest.

"Here you go." Simon says quietly as he approaches with a light blue mug on hands, passing to you carefully as he kneels in front of the couch.

The mug was big and warm on your hold, but it was also enveloped in a small white cloth to make sure you wouldn't burn your hands, even tho the liquid inside wasn't even that hot. It was warm, just like it has to be.

"Lemon and honey tea, darlin'. Helps your throat nicely." He grunts out, heavy hand coming up to your forehead too, making you close your eyes slightly in satisfaction. His hands are much cooler thanks to his Wraith nature.

As he takes his hand away, you take a small sip of the tea. You weren't a fan of tea, but considering it's just lemon and honey... you can manage.

"With the way it's snowing outside, it's an indoor day for all of us." Price notes, looking out the window with his burly arms still crossed.

"Ah'll 'ave fun shoveling the snow later..." Johnny murmurs sarcastically as he sits up once again, glaring outside the window.

"Darlin', the tea." Simon reminds you gently after you took too long for a second sip.

You blush a little, nodding quietly as you take another sip. At least it felt soothing going down your throat; it didn’t hurt like it usually did when you forced yourself to drink water all the other times you were sick.

"Okay, I searched, and… it seems to be safe for humans to take Tylenol, but only in small doses." Kyle warns seriously, his wing twitching for a moment as if to reach for your small form sitting on the couch.

"I'll go get it." Simon gets up quickly, going to the bathroom closest to the living room.

You were sipping on your tea, distracted, staring at the direction Simon went off, enough to startle you as John kneels by your side on the couch, fixing the blanket on top of you to make sure it wouldn't slip off.

"Tell us if you feel worse or need anything, yes, hatchling?" he murmurs gruffly, leaning close enough to bump his forehead against yours. You were small enough to do it without his big horns getting in the way.

"O... Okay..." You mumble, a bit caught off guard, shyly looking away. "B-But... I'm fine..."

"Mhm, yeah, lassie, ye are. An' Ahm gonna know if ye aren't..." Johnny murmurs in the most omnious way possible, making you shiver a bit in place as you stare at him wide eyed, John just rolling his eyes with a smile on his lips. "Can smell ye, gonna knae right awa' if you worsen, yeah, wee pup?" He croons, scottish accent strong, leaning closer with a big, smug grin.

"Stop scaring the kid, mutt." Simon growls as he comes back, slapping the back of Johnny's head with a bit too much force in your opinion, but all the werewolf does is snap his teeth at the bigger man's direction with a huge smile still on his face.

"We only have in tablets?" Kyle murmurs, face scrunching in displeasure.

"Unfortunally. I'll buy drops later for next time." Simon rumbles back, gently running his hand over Kyle's ruffled feathers, making the harpy relax a little. "The tablets are good for now."

"These the 500mg?" Kyles asks, humming in consideration as Simon nods.

"Too strong." John rumbles lowly from his place kneeling by your side, hand firmly planted on your blanket.

The harpy nods, agreeing with the dragon as he stares at the tablet he popped out on his hand. In a quick movement, Kyle bites more than half of the tablet off, leaning over the back of the couch to give you the rest.

"Here you go, baby. Swallow it with your tea." He smiles lovingly, sharp nails gently putting the small piece against your small palm.

"Y-You swallowed...?" You mumble, slightly shocked with his actions.

"This medication is not enough to have any effect on me, chick." He smiles, a small and gentle laugh coming out of his mouth.

"Garrick has taken much stronger shit just to stay awake during missions." Ghost huffs humerously.

That comment certainly makes you curious, but your attention is called back to John as he gently pushes your small hand close to your mouth.

"Take it, doll, come on."

You nod quietly, quickly putting the tablet in your mouth and taking a sip of the almost-finished tea to swallow it under the watchful eyes of the four of them

"Good." John croons deeply, his eyes getting lighter for a second, startling you a little.

"Pup needs food." Johnny mumble, once again leaning close to your body.

"I'll make it," John huffs, climbing back to his feet. "Make a good bean soup with some bacon. Gonna liven up the pup right away."

"Add collard greens, great for the human flu." Ghost notes gravelly, leaning over the back of the couch where he and Kyle were standing to grab the empty mug from your hands.

They’re starting to give you a small headache. They truly didn’t stop, did they? They were always moving, always doing something. They worked so well together too, on top of their own game and each other’s.

"While they do that, it's time for a nap, don't ye think?" Johnny rumbles, pulling you to him in a quick motion that gets you almost dizzy.

"I-I just woke up..." You mumble, unsure, trying to look up at him from where you were laying against his body, but you were unsucceful as he simply pulled your blanket over you once again and made you lay sideways, putting a pillow over his stomach so you could lay your head on it confortably.

"And ye're sick, pup. Ye sleep." He rumbles gently, patting your small head of hair.

"That's good. We'll call you when the soup gets ready." Kyle nods with a loving smile on his face, his wings puffing out now for a different reason than his stress from moments ago.

Simon rounds the couch to reach the fireplace, adding more firewood with expertise, moving the still-not-burned logs with his bare hands to make sure the fire keeps going. Kyle takes the time to also draw the curtains close, immediately bringing darkness to the room now that all that expanse of white snow was covered.

You were still a bit in alert, but the darkness helped your mind to settle a bit, Johnny's warmth under you making you sleepier than you though you would feel as his giant hand kept caressing your short hair, sharp nails scratching oh so gentle against your scalp. Apparently, he's going to be with you all the time to make sure you're safe and sound, healthy and comfortable.

He cooed something very quietly, but you didn’t manage to understand it before your eyes fell closed, exhaustion brought on by the flu making you fall asleep quickly.

Your social worker was right... they are so nurturing... you have been with them for barely three days, and yet...

Your eyes go a little misty as you start to lose consciousness.

You don't want to leave.

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freakywrites · 11 months ago

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Jjk men as subs

did ya hear me?!?! SUBSSSSSSSS WOOOOOOOO (I’m going crazy)

Yk the drill here are the warnings!! ;P

Character- nanami/gojo/suguru

Warning- UNEDITED smut! (Duh) dom reader (double duh) miss use of a human being (nanami) you can read it as fem reader but it’s kinda nb

I feel a little silly and goofy

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Kento Nanami - human furniture /toys/gagged/orgasm denial/soft dom reader

“Hello how may I help you?” You said sweetly to the person at the other side of the phone. “Mr.Nanami?- Oh, he is a bit busy at the moment.” You replied, setting the vibrators too high. A few whimpers escaped Kentos' gagged drooling mouth. Crossing your legs and placing a hand on his blonde hair, rubbing it gently, trying to soothe his nerves. “Mhm! Yes, I’ll tell him no worries.” You cheered before glaring down at the man that was trying to speak muffled words. “Ok have a nice day~” You spoke smoothly before hanging up.

you bent down to Kento’s face, pulling him gently by the hair. “Hmm last thing I remember is that chairs don’t talk, right? Or am I mistaken?” You said with a gentle voice as the man looked at you with dizzy adoration his face flushed to his forehead, drool hanging from his chin, dripping down to his flush neck.

You leaned on the desk head laying on your hand. You played with the remotes, one connected to the vibrator in his ass the other connected to the toy wrapped around his dick both vibrating intensely. Leaning down, you see his dick twitch inside the toy. You could tell he was close his pre was basically dripping out.

Nanami's body shakes, face hot. He is close so close he feels if he could get his release right now, he would faint. Feverishly, he twitched and hummed at the vibration. oh, how cruel you are. With a click of your tongue, you lowered the intensity of the vibration.

“Can't have you break so soon.” You coo, leaving light touches over his shoulder blade to the shell of his ear, then cupping his face, his brows knitted together eyes rimmed with glossy tears, basically begging you for the flash of bliss he needs. Feeling his shaky breath on your skin as he nuzzled into your palm, you grin.

"Be quite and I'll let you cum."

Suguru Geto - bondage /pegging/degrading/ hard dom reader

Suguru was tied up by red rope his arms behind his back and his face smushed to the ground, body twitch with every thrust of your hips. "That's it- taking it like the fucking slut you are." You said with gritted teeth griping his waist leaving cresent marks on his pale skin.

his head rose up, pink swollen lips moaning your name as you fuck him out his mind. "Ha-hah plea-please-please-please." Suguru pleaded his voice cracking and shaking feeling his head go fuzzy as he felt the throbbing climax rising hot from his groin to his neck and ears.

Suguru’s eyes rolled back as you stroked his worked-out dick crashing your hips deliciously against his ass. "C-Close!" He winced out the climax build up almost painful on his dick. His heavy breathing turning into bitchy little whimpers as you pick up the pace slamming into that sweet spot that made him see stars. "Your close again? What a dirty fucking bod you got Suguru." you teased flipping him over on his back to see his fucked-out face. Spreading his legs wide and pulling him closer to you, watching how he bit his lip when your eyes met.

"So, fucking pretty.” You say breathlessly, pulling one of his legs over your shoulder and leaning down to kiss his lips followed with a playful bite. "Make a mess for me ya?” You asked going down to his chest licking and sucking on his nipple earning a high-pitched whimpering hum. His body arches up as you bit gentle at his sensitive bud his eyes wide and mouth agape as he feels that tight coil in his stomach snap as he spurts out a hot load on his stomach. His body shakes and legs twitch as his last drops of cum spill out of his length as you fuck him through his orgasm. “Fuck- you came so much.” You said slowing down your thrusts kissing his jaw and corner of his lip, his face messy and sleepy.

“that’s it for today, ya?” You said, looking at the red panting man below you.

Satoru Gojo - voyeurism(you)/ feet kissing and licking foot job/ leg riding/brat taming

“F-fuck-need to cum.” Satoru bit his shirt between his teeth as he strokes himself blue eyes looking into yours as you sit pretty on the chair in front of him. “Such a foul mouth you got their Satoru.. is this really exciting to you?” You teased. “N-no you won’t let me fuck you.” He spat as he fist fucks himself. “Oh really? But this thing shows me you’re having fun.” You joke moving your foot to rub at his hard-on.

A rush of pleasure made Satoru shiver and moan out. “h-hah shit!- S-stop that!” He said, grabbing at your thigh, digging his nails into your plush skin. you hummed, stretching out a hand. You pat his fluffy white hair. “How can I? You’re so pretty when you're a mess.” You replied, looking down at the man as his hips grind on your foot desperately. “You’re being mean…” he grumbled as he glared at you through white lashes.

With a relaxed expression, you moved your leg away from him as you spoke. “Now would a mean person let you do this, or would a mean person get up and leave you to yourself?” Crossing your legs, you stare down at him, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration “your choice, Satoru.” You smile.

With a shaky sigh, he began to kiss your foot, starting from the heel to the toes, lapping at them as he stroked himself. He kissed up to your knee gasping when he feels the soul of your foot rub against his tip making him let out whimpers his hips moving up to reach your foot pre cum rubbing onto you. Satoru moved to grip at your thigh as he fucks onto you, dick rubbing at your leg smearing it with his wetness “f-finally” he grunts hips thrust wildely, impatiently for release. You soothe him by rubbing his hair and caressing his face tilting it up to see his light blush on his cheeks dipping your thumb into his mouth to press on his tongue.

Gojo gulped down his pride and pleaded. “O-ok! Stay, please - just... Let me finish - I’ll be good..” He begged, pawing at the chair, looking up at you with blush dusted over his cheeks. With an eye roll, you crumbled and sighed. “..Fine” Satoru’s face lit up, “but” you continued. “You can only cum with my leg- that’s it.” you smile warmly at the distraught looking man on his knees.

“Are you kidding me? No! I want all of you-plea-” You click your tongue. “Do you think you deserve to fuck me? Just this would be enough, yeah? Take it or leave it.” You spat. "Fine!” Gojo pouted, getting into a comfortable position. “Hold it, Satoru.” You said, pushing him away with your foot. “What? I’m doing what I’m told.” He sassed. You pulled up your leg. “Don’t you wanna saver it?” You joke earning an eyeroll from him, but he still obeyed.

“So pretty when you’re worked up” you coo watch the man twitch and gasp as he stares at you his face presses to your knee, his thrusts speeding up with the praise. “ha-ha-ah” he was vocal, his jaw clenched as he breathed in soon to loosen to release choppy moans. You roughly pull him by his hair leaning your body towards his giving him a deep and sloppy kiss which he returned with frantic need drool pooling from the corner of his lips pulling away you huff “that’s it pretty boy” you talk him through the erratic thrusts of his. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum” he said through gritted teeth and you hum rocking your foot up and down his shaft that was wet with saliva and pre cum. “Like a bitch in heat.” You murmur against his lips “come on satoru show me your worth yeah?”

The white haired man’s breath hitched as the burning of climax bursts. His body pulsing as a hot wave crashes through him his nails digging and roaming your skin as spirts of white cum smear on your foot dripping to the floor. You could feel the pulsing against your skin, and you hum as you watch his head drop to your lap

“there there wasn’t that good?” You said softly, rubbing as satoru grumbles and presses his face on your thigh.

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A/N: Hello did ya miss me? No? ;-;

ANYWAAAYSSS NEW POST >0< (brain rot)

my first time writing foot play and human furniture play… as well as bondage ….and leg ridding…. And pegging…. And…. I'm going to church tmrw :( (deadass)

Gojo was so hard to write sense how the FUCK do I write foot stuff? Is it counted as feet stuff??? Idk

loved everything I wrote here except Gojo’s so happy homie dead (jk…. A little bit ..srry not srry-)

Was gonna do more dudes but I no no wanna :(

BUT LOVE YALL XOXO 💋

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angel-sweets666 · 8 months ago

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stay…

Katsuki bakugo x reader

Katsuki and you spend your first night together in the same bed and he’s never been so comfy. this is rlly short, when I say I’m uninspired I mean it

His bed was warmer than usual, felt safer. Bakugo had always been skeptical of the dorms at UA, convinced they were sketchy and inadequate. But the day you, his partner, offered to lay down and sleep in the same bed, everything changed. The once cold and uninviting bed now felt like a haven of comfort and security. He watched you sleep, feeling an unfamiliar sense of peace wash over him.

As Bakugo tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he couldn't help but marvel at how serene you looked in your sleep. He glanced up at the clock momentarily, noting the late hour, but his eyes were drawn back to your face. Your cute, sleepy expression put him in a trance. He had never thought so softly about anyone before. To him, people were usually lesser then him, nothing more then the ants he stomped on . But you? You were different. You were his baby, his precious, sweet little baby.

Even though you were strong and capable, Bakugo felt an overwhelming need to protect you. He knew how vulnerable you made him, how much of a target you could be for villains who sought to exploit his weaknesses. The thought of anything happening to you made his blood boil with a fierce protective instinct. He had to keep you safe, no matter what.

Bakugo rested his chin on your shoulder, listening to your steady breathing. The rhythm of it was soothing, grounding him in a way he never thought possible. He thought back to all the times he had seen people as lesser, as annoyances he could easily discard. But with you, it was different. He couldn't imagine his life without you in it.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Bakugo smiled to himself, feeling a warmth in his chest that he rarely experienced. He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer. In this moment, everything felt right. The chaos of his day-to-day life, the constant battles and struggles, all seemed to fade away when he was with you.

"You awake?" Bakugo asked as softly as he could, trying not to disturb the serene atmosphere of the room.

"Mhm…" you replied sleepily, rolling over to face him, your eyes barely open.

"Well, you shouldn't be… Go back to sleep, dumbass. It's late, and we have training tomorrow," he grumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Nuh-uh…" you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest, seeking more warmth and comfort.

"If you go to sleep now… I'll buy you food…" Bakugo offered, his voice a mix of exasperation and affection.

"…What kinda food?" you asked, your interest piqued despite your drowsiness.

"How's chocolate sound?" he proposed, a small smirk forming on his lips as he knew he had your attention now.

"I'm going back to bed now, Katsu," you responded, already feeling more relaxed at the thought.

"Atta girl/boy," he murmured, wrapping his arms tighter around you. He pressed another kiss to your temple, his heart swelling with a tenderness he rarely showed.

You felt his strong, steady heartbeat beneath your cheek, and the promise of chocolate was enough to lull you back into a peaceful slumber. Bakugo watched as your breathing evened out, a soft smile playing on his lips. He knew he would do anything to keep you happy and safe, even if it meant bribing you with your favorite snack.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax. For the first time in a long while, he felt content. You were the one person who could calm the constang rowdiness he always had. bakugo watched you slowly fall back asleep, wrapping his arms around you tighter and rolling over onto his back just so you can lay ontop of him. He pulls the blankets over your shoulders to keep you nice and warm. Bakugo sighed and stared off at the white ceiling again, maybe he could convince you to permanently move into his dorm..? here you were cuddled up to him! You were so cute.

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msbyslilbimbo · 28 days ago

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wolf!shidou who curls his teeth into the biggest smirk ever as bunny!reader and bunny!sae go at it.

he sees your little tail twitch while sae has you bouncing on his lap, his hands on your hips while you bounce up and down on his length. nails dig into the meat of your muscle while your hands rest on sae’s shoulders, grounding yourself in midst of your pleasure. your ears are down, completely indulging in the cock inside of you and the man giving it to you.

so naturally, when shidou lets out a whistle, your ears shoot up in panic and your head whips over your shoulder to look at him. you look terrified, you always do when shidou is around, and it makes his dick twitch; the way your eyes turn glassy and pretty as you peer at him is exhilarating. he can practically hear your heart pound in your heaving chest.

he can smell your arousal from the doorway.

“well what do i have here?” ryusei smirks. you whimper in fear of the wolf, but sae merely smacks your ass with a soft ‘didn’t say to stop, runt.’ “two needy little bunnies who couldn’t wait for me to give permission hm?”

“we don’t need your permission to hump, mutt,” sae grumbles, and you immediately tense up as shidou’s nose draws up your neck, licking a broad stripe in his wake. you quiver, and he slaps a massive palm down onto your tummy, making you jump and clench around sae’s cock. he jerks and his nose twitches, “she’s my girl first, your precious meat second. certainly aren’t going to ask for your permission to fuck her.”

his claws dig into the squishy meat of your belly, and you whine and lay your smaller hands on top of his for mercy, making shidou smirk. “what’re you doing to the poor girl, hmm? she’s absolutely trembling.” beefy hands trail up from your tummy and gently cupping your breasts, thumb stroking over your nipple and making you moan softly. “gotta be gentle with a little thing like her.”

“gentle?” sae snickers. “brat’s just terrified of you. you should hear how loud she squeals when my cocks fucking her nice and rough.”

you hear shidou chuckle and lean close to your ear, hot breath puffing against the shell. you shiver, tail twitching, and he sets up behind you, monstrous hands wandering up your sides and tits and belly while his hips rut against the squishiness of your ass, nudging your tail. you squeal in fear and your clit thumps, demanding attention from the big, bad wolf behind you.

"terrified? why, i'd never hurt a fly," he whispers, voice hushed and making you gasp. fingers trail to gently tug at the fluff of your tail, and you cry out in pain, the other hand caressing you darting between your legs to circle your clit hidden between sticky pussy lips. "i only want to make her feel good, ain't that right, angel?"

"you clench around me like that again, im gonna let him fuck that little ass of yours," sae threatens, digging his nails into your hips. "watch yourself. remember who you obey, little bunny."

the hand tormenting your little cotton tail shoots up to wrap around your throat and crane your head back, forcing you to look at shidou. "remember who can just gobble you up, little bunny," he snarls, teeth gritted close and once again, dangerously close to your face. the hand busy between your leg uses its nails to prod your clit, and you cry out in delighted fright.

he grins. sae bucks his hips up to slam into the spongy wall inside of you, pulling a moan out of your mouth and causing your eyes to cross.

"pretty bunny's close," shidou hums, pressing his lips to your cheek while he rubs your clit furiously. "i hear that little heart rate spiking. I feel that pretty tail twitching against my cock."

"if you cum now, im not protecting you from shidou."

"if you don't cum now, i'll tear you apart."

the signals in your brain cross as you cry out helplessly, body now being completely battered between two forces.

and if it weren't for the excitement brewing between your legs, you'd almost be convinced you were scared for their threats.

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lisasmuts · 1 month ago

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The Debt Paid off.

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa)

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previous part here

( The debt finally paid off... )

Lisa's eyes fluttered open as she felt a warm, viscous liquid trickling down her thighs. To her surprise, she realized it was Y/N's seed, spilling from her well-used ass as he continued to thrust into her.

“10 AM?”

she gasped, her voice thick with sleep and residual pleasure.

“You've been at it for 3 hours while I was sleeping?”

The thought of him taking his pleasure from her unconscious body only heightened her own arousal.

“You insatiable beast,”

she purred, her tone dripping with wanton need.

“I should have known you wouldn't be able to resist filling me up.”

Reaching back, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him close. Her lips sought his in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with unbridled passion.

“Well, since you've already had your way with me,”

she whispered against his lips,

“I suppose I should return the favour.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she shifted her position, straddling Y/N's hips. With a coy smile, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I'm going to return the favor by taking what's mine,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After all, you've had your fill of me. Now it's my turn.”

Trailing a line of feather-light kisses down his neck, Lisa slowly began to grind her hips against his, eliciting a guttural groan from Y/N. Her fingers danced across his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles.

“You've been so generous, my love,”

she whispered, her tone laced with feigned innocence.

“It's only fair that I repay you in kind.”

With a swift, fluid motion, Lisa sank down onto Y/N's throbbing shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips. She reveled in the sensation of being so completely filled, her body clenching around him.

“Now,”

she murmured, her gaze smouldering with unbridled lust.

“Let me show you just how much I appreciate your... attentions.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took control, pinning Y/N's hands down to the bed. With a coy smile, she slowly sank down onto his throbbing shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips.

“Now, my love,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“It's my turn to have my way with you.”

Gripping his hands tightly, Lisa began to ride Y/N's cock with a steady, deliberate rhythm. Her hips undulated sensuously, her inner walls clenching around him in a delicious vice.

“You've had your fun, Y/N,”

she murmured, her tone laced with feigned innocence.

“Now it's time for me to take what I want.”

Throwing her head back, Lisa moaned softly, her body trembling with each impalement. She revelled in the sensation of being so completely in control, her every movement calculated to maximize her own pleasure.

“Just lay back and enjoy it, my love,”

she whispered, her gaze smouldering with unbridled lust.

“I'll make sure you get every last drop.”

Lisa's body moved with unbridled passion as she shamelessly rode Y/N's thick shaft. Her hips undulated in a steady, sensual rhythm, each impalement drawing a guttural moan from her lips.

“Y/N!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need. Arching her back, she cupped her ample breasts, kneading the supple flesh as she ground down onto him.

Her long, raven tresses cascaded down her shoulders, framing her flushed, beautiful face. Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her gaze smoldering with unbridled lust. She felt so full, so deliciously claimed by Y/N's impressive girth.

Leaning forward, Lisa braced her hands on Y/N's chest, her nails digging into his skin as she chased her own pleasure. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by her breathless cries of ecstasy.

“Yes, yes!”

she panted, her hips moving with increasing desperation.

Lisa's eyes flew wide as Y/N's hand pressed against her sensitive pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a strangled cry, she tumbled over the edge, her inner walls of her asshole clenching rhythmically around his shaft.

“Y/N!”

She wailed, her voice dripping with unbridles ecstasy. Even as the intense orgasm wracked her frame, Lisa continued to bounce on his cock, desperate to milk every last drop from him. True to her insatiable nature, Y/N’s release triggered her own, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself deep within her quivering passage. Rope after rope of his seed flooded her abused asshole, adding to the mess they had already created.

Collapsing against his chest, Lisa let out a contented sigh, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. She knew there would be no rest for the wicked, not with Y/N’s seemingly endless stamina. But for now, she revelled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed.

Lisa winced slightly as Y/N's palm connected with her tender flesh, but the pain quickly gave way to a thrill of excitement. However, as he propositioned her for another round, she found herself uncharacteristically hesitant.

“Actually, my love,”

she murmured, her voice soft and slightly breathless.

“I think I need a bit of a break. Why don't we just... talk for a while?”

Reaching up, Lisa gently caressed Y/N's cheek, her gaze filled with a tenderness that belied her usual wanton lust.

“I want to savor this moment with you,”

she whispered.

“No more frenzied coupling, at least for now. Let's just... be together.”

Snuggling against his side, Lisa let out a contented sigh, her body still thrumming with the afterglow of their previous exploits. For once, she was content to simply bask in his presence, to let the intensity of their passion simmer rather than boil over.

Y/N cupped Lisa’s boobs playing with her nipples he accepted,

“I do love you Lisa, but I can’t betray my best friend ELI, but due to our agreement which we made I was able to use you however I …”

Lisa's eyes shone with a mix of vulnerability and desire as she gazed up at Y/N. Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him into a hungry, passionate kiss, cutting his sentence in between, her tongue dancing with his.

“My darling Y/N,”

she purred against his lips, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I know your heart is torn, but you needn't worry. I love ELI dearly, but you... you hold a piece of me that no one else can.”

Trailing her fingers down his chest, Lisa's expression turned coy.

“And thanks to our... special arrangement, I'm free to indulge in my cravings for you, whenever and however I please.”

Shifting her position, Lisa straddled Y/N's hips, grinding against his hardening length.

“So please, my love,”

she whispered, her eyes smouldering with unbridled lust.

“Don't hold back. Take me, claim me as your own. I'm yours, now and always.”

Lisa's body trembled with unbridled ecstasy as Y/N's thick shaft plunged into her waiting ass once more. A guttural moan of pleasure escaped her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.

“Yes, Y/N! Fuck me again, fuck me harder, I'm your dirty whore!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Use me as your personal fuck toy!”

Arching her back, Lisa met his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating in a desperate rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by her breathless cries of bliss.

“I need your cum, Y/N!”

she begged, her tone laced with desperation.

“Fill my slutty holes, mark me as your property! I'm nothing but a cum-hungry bitch for you!”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N's thick shaft pulsed, flooding her abused passage with yet another torrent of his seed. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

“Yes, Y/N!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Make me your cum-dumpster! I'll take every last drop you have to give!”

Grinding her hips against his, Lisa reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking every last bit of his release. She had become an insatiable vessel for his desire, and she wouldn't have it any other way. As the final spurts of his orgasm subsided, Lisa collapsed against Y/N's chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

In just a few moments, Lisa began grinding her ass against Y/N's cock once more, eagerly fucking herself on his thick shaft. However, the moment was suddenly interrupted by the shrill ring of her phone.

Glancing down at the caller ID, Lisa's eyes widened as she recognized ELI's name. Panic flashed across her features, realizing that she had neglected to show up at the office as expected.

She quickly wears the t-shirt lying nearby Y/N’s head, which helped her cover her perky aroused tits from the sex she is having with Y/N.

Steeling her nerves, Lisa quickly answered the call, her voice tinged with feigned nonchalance.

“ELI, darling! I'm so sorry, I... I'm not feeling well today. I'm afraid I won't be able to come into the office.”

As she spoke, Lisa continued to rock her hips, grinding against Y/N's cock in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure. Her free hand clutched at the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of keeping her voice steady.

“Please, don't worry about me,”

she purred, her tone dripping with false sweetness.

“I'll rest up and be back before you know it. I wouldn't want to miss a moment with you, my love.”

With a coy smile, Lisa glanced down at Y/N, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew she was treading a dangerous line, but the thrill of it only heightened her arousal.

Lisa's heart raced as ELI's concerned questions poured through the phone. Biting her lip, she struggled to maintain her composure, all while grinding her hips against Y/N's throbbing shaft.

“I'm fine, my love, truly,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false reassurance.

“Just a little under the weather, that's all. Nothing to worry about.”

As ELI pressed for more details, Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Y/N's thick cock filled her so deliciously, and the thrill of deceiving her boyfriend only heightened her arousal.

“I promise, I'll be back before you know it,”

she lied, her tone laced with feigned sweetness.

“In the meantime, why don't you treat yourself to something nice? You deserve it, darling.”

Ending the call with a coy smile, Lisa tossed her phone aside, her full attention now focused on the man beneath her. Bracing her hands on Y/N's chest, she began to ride him with unbridled passion, her body trembling with each punishing thrust.

“Now, where were we?”

she purred, her gaze smoldering with wanton need.

“I believe you had a promise to keep, my insatiable lover.”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N's thick shaft pulsed, flooding her abused asshole with yet another torrent of his seed. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling.

“Ohh, Y/N...”

she whimpered, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“It feels so good to be your little cum dumpster. I love having your seed spilling out of me, even with ELI just a phone call away.”

Glancing over at her discarded phone, Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The thought of betraying her beloved boyfriend only heightened her arousal, making her clench greedily around Y/N's softening length.

“Tell me,”

she purred, grinding her hips against his.

“How does it feel to know you're defiling me, even as I lie to the man I claim to love?”

“OH I love to defile and debase and claim you my darling.”

Y/N purred.

As for the next few hours Y/N used Lisa’s tight already abused asshole, worshiping her ass and filling her ass with ton of cum, over and over.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of shame and arousal as Y/N pulled out of her abused hole. Without hesitation, she dutifully lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lap at his glistening shaft.

“Yes, my love,”

she purred, her voice thick with submission.

“Let me clean you up, just as you deserve.”

Maintaining eye contact, Lisa meticulously licked and sucked every last drop of their mingled fluids from his cock. The taboo thrill of her actions only heightened her arousal, and she couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment.

Reaching for her phone, Lisa snapped a series of sultry selfies, her expression one of wanton delight. She knew she was treading a dangerous line, but the risk only made the experience all the more exhilarating.

“There,”

She murmured, licking her lips.

“All clean, my darling. Now, what else can I do for you??”

Y/N gazed down at Lisa with a mix of pride and tenderness, his fingers gently caressing her flushed cheeks.

“My darling, I'm so proud of you,”

he murmured, his voice low and rich.

“The way you've surrendered to me, allowed yourself to be reduced to nothing but a craving vessel for my cock... it's intoxicating. Now I think you deserves my cock inside your aching pussy now.”

Lisa's eyes shone with unbridled excitement as Y/N's words registered. With a joyful gasp, she hurriedly scrambled onto the bed, spreading her legs in a blatant invitation.

“Then don't make me wait any longer, my love!”

she pleaded, her tone dripping with need.

“Fuck me, Y/N, fuck my dripping pussy, claim my pussy as your own. My pussy ache to feel you inside it.”

Positioning himself at her begging clenching pussy entrance, Y/N paused for a moment, savouring the anticipation that hung thick in the air. Then, with slow and firm thrust and push, he buried himself to the hilt within her slick, welcoming pussy. Lisa's back arched in ecstasy, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she was finally filled.

“Yes!”

she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Take me, Y/N! Make me yours, forever!”

Lisa's eyes shone with a mix of shame and exhilaration as Y/N's thick shaft finally breached her begging pussy. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, her body trembling with a heady cocktail of emotions.

“Yes!”

she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Take me, Y/N! Take my pussy and it yours, forever!”

Arching her back, Lisa met his powerful thrusts, her hips undulating in desperate rhythms. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air. In this moment, Lisa had surrendered every last shred of her dignity, becoming nothing more than a vessel for Y/N’s desires. And yet, the thrill of it all only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching greedily around his invading length.

“Use me, defile me!”

she begged, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I'm yours to command, my body yours to claim Y/N!”

Y/N's hands gently cupped Lisa's bouncing breasts, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips. She gazed up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

“I feel... complete, my love,”

she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“Having you inside me, claiming me as your own... it's everything I've ever wanted.”

Reaching up, Lisa tenderly caressed Y/N's cheek, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

“You make me feel so alive, so cherished. I'm yours, Y/N, body and soul. Do with me as you will.”

Arching her back, she pressed her chest into his palms, silently urging him to continue his ministrations. In this moment, she was utterly his, reveling in the thrill of their forbidden tryst.

Y/N's hips snapped forward with unbridled passion, his thick shaft plunging into Lisa's waiting heat with powerful, punishing strokes. A guttural scream of ecstasy tore from her lips, her back arching as she surrendered completely to his primal dominance.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Fuck me, HARDERRR! I'm your dirty little whore, all yours to use!”

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, Lisa met each of his thrusts with desperate, grinding motions, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his invading length.

“Don't stop!”

she begged, her nails raking down his back.

“I need you, all of you! Breed me, Daddy, make me yours forever!”

Y/N's eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and wonder as he felt Lisa's tight, silken walls gripping his shaft.

“Mmm, so snug and perfect, my little slut,”

he growled, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor.

“You were born to take my cock, weren't you?”

Lisa's back arched in ecstasy, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“I was made for you, to be your obedient little fuck toy. Please, use me, claim me as your own!”

Y/N's hips rocked gently, his thick shaft gliding in and out of Lisa's slick, welcoming heat. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she savored the delicious friction.

“Oh, Y/N...”

she breathed, her voice dripping with blissful surrender.

“It feels so good, your cock filling me up. I never want this to end.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa met each of his languid thrusts, her inner walls caressing his length with each delicious withdrawal. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal.

“You feel so perfect inside me,”

she purred, her nails trailing down his back.

“My body was made for you, Y/N. Please, don't ever stop claiming me as your own.”

Y/N gently yet firmly pressed Lisa back onto the bed, his hips surging forward as he claimed her in the intimate missionary position. Their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss, tongues tangling as he savored her taste.

Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching to meet his thrusts. She reveled in the feeling of being so completely possessed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft.

“Yes, Y/N,”

she moaned against his lips, her voice thick with wanton need.

“Take me, make me yours. I'm putty in your hands.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa urged him deeper, craving to feel every inch of him buried within her slick heat. The world beyond their tangled embrace faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a haze of carnal bliss.

Y/N broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

“You're such an innocent little girl, Lisa,”

he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

“And I'm loving every moment of breaking you into pieces.”

Lisa gazed up at him, her expression a mix of trepidation and wanton desire.

“I... I don't love getting broken by you, Y/N,”

she admitted, her tone laced with a hint of teasing and mischievous.

“But what I can do, I must do. After all, I agreed to be your plaything, your new little Daddy's girl.”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“So take me, Y/N. Shatter my innocence, claim every last piece of me. I'm yours to do with as you please.”

Lisa's eyes widened in alarm as Y/N roughly grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. A tremor of fear mingled with excitement coursed through her as he growled his domineering words.

“I-I'll try, Daddy,”

she stammered, her voice quivering with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

Before she could say more, Y/N began ramming into her pussy with monstrous force, giving her no time to catch her breath. Lisa's back arched, a strangled cry of pleasure tearing from her lips as she was overwhelmed by the relentless assault on her senses.

Despite the initial discomfort, Lisa soon found herself surrendering to the primal ecstasy of Y/N's claiming. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his thrusting shaft, her body betraying her even as her mind reeled from the intensity of it all.

“Yes, Daddy!”

she cried out, her voice thick with wanton need.

Lisa's eyes widened in shock as Y/N's hand struck her cheek, the impact stinging her skin. She let out a muffled whimper as he forced his fingers past her lips, silently commanding her to suck.

Obediently, she wrapped her tongue around his digits, her gaze locked with his. Yet even as she dutifully serviced his hand, her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his throbbing shaft, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

As the clock struck past noon, ELI's familiar face appeared on Lisa's phone screen. Instead of the panicked reaction he might have expected, Lisa greeted him with a gentle smile, carefully draping the bedsheet over her bare chest before accepting the video call.

“Hello, my love,”

she purred, her voice soft and soothing.

“I wasn't expecting your call, but I'm so glad to see you.”

Leaning back against the pillows, Lisa maintained a calm, composed demeanour, her gaze steady and reassuring.

“I'm doing well, I promise. Just resting up a bit before my next schedule. How have you been?”

Though the telltale signs of her recent tryst were carefully hidden, Lisa's eyes held a hint of mischief, as if daring ELI to uncover her secret.

Despite Y/N's relentless pounding, Lisa managed to maintain her composure, her gaze steady as she addressed ELI on the video call. She gently pulled the bedsheet higher, concealing the evidence of her depraved tryst.

“Oh my, is it already lunchtime?”

she exclaimed, feigning surprise.

“I must have lost track of time. I'm so sorry, my love. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

Glancing surreptitiously at Y/N, Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. The forbidden nature of her actions only heightened her arousal, and she couldn't help but clench tightly around his invading shaft, drawing a muffled groan from him.

Lisa's eyes widened as Y/N's thick shaft struck her most sensitive spot, drawing a muffled moan of pleasure from her lips. Quickly, she covered her mouth, casting a furtive glance at the phone screen where ELI's concerned face was displayed.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, my love,”

she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I, um, stubbed my toe. But I'm fine, really.”

Glancing back at Y/N, Lisa's expression shifted, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire. Biting her lip coyly, she mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder' before turning her attention back to ELI.

“About that debt situation,”

she began, her tone measured and calm.

“I'm sure we can figure something out. Why don't you come by the studio later, and we can discuss it in person?”

Even as she spoke, Lisa's inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Y/N's invading length, silently urging him to take her, to claim her as his own once more.

Lisa's expression remained calm and composed as ELI's suspicious gaze bore into her through the screen.

“Where am I? Oh, I'm just resting up at the studio, my love,”

she replied, her tone light and airy.

Subtly, she lowered the bedsheet just enough to offer Y/N a tantalizing glimpse of her pert, aroused nipples. Y/N's eyes gleamed with predatory hunger as he took in the sight, his hips surging forward with renewed vigor.

Lisa bit back a gasp as Y/N's thick shaft struck her most sensitive spots, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him. Casting a mischievous glance at ELI, she allowed a soft moan to escape her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of guilt and unbridled lust.

“I'm... I'm fine, ELI,”

she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

“Just resting up before my next schedule. I'll be there soon, I promise.”

Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she mouthed the words 'I won't be there near any time soon, or probably never' to Y/N. A primal growl rumbled in his chest as he increased the ferocity of his thrusts, his hips snapping forward with unyielding force.

Biting her lip to stifle a wanton moan, Lisa cast a sidelong glance at ELI, her expression a mask of false innocence. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Y/N's invading shaft.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of guilt and unbridled arousal as she maintained the video call with ELI. Despite Y/N's relentless pounding, she managed to keep her composure, biting her lip in a seductive manner.

“I'm fine, my love,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

“Just a little... distracted, that's all.”

Glancing coyly at Y/N, Lisa mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder’. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, and she struggled to keep her voice steady as she addressed ELI.

Lisa's phone suddenly slipped from her hands, landing on her chest as Y/N's powerful thrust caused her to stumble. For a moment, she thought the call had ended, and she coyly glanced up at Y/N.

"Ah, be a little gentler, will you?”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Quickly, Lisa retrieved the phone, shocked to see that the call with ELI was still connected. Mustering her most innocent expression, she smiled sweetly.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, darling. I was just watching a movie and got a little... distracted,”

she lied, her gaze flickering briefly to Y/N's intense stare.

“But I'm fine,”

Lisa's eyes narrowed slightly as ELI continued the call, seemingly unwilling to end it. Casting a surreptitious glance at Y/N, she mouthed a string of filthy words, her expression dripping with wanton need.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy,”

she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I need your cock, all of it. Fill me up until I'm dripping with your cum.”

Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Y/N's shaft, silently urging him to claim her, to take her as his own. The thrill of her deception only heightened her arousal, and she struggled to maintain her composure as ELI's voice continued to echo through the phone.

Lisa's expression remained serene and composed as she maintained the video call with ELI, even as Y/N continued his relentless assault on her most intimate depths. Though her body betrayed her, writhing in wanton ecstasy, her face was a mask of practiced innocence.

Oh, ELI, I'm so sorry for worrying you,

she purred, her voice dripping with false sincerity.

I'm just... enjoying a little downtime before my next schedule. You know how it is.

Glancing surreptitiously at Y/N, Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief. She clenched her inner muscles rhythmically, drawing a muffled groan from her secret lover as she silently urged him to claim her harder, faster.

Lisa maintained her composed expression as she conversed with ELI, all the while mouthing encouraging words to Y/N behind the phone screen. ‘Your cock feels so good inside me, Daddy,’ she mouthed, her eyes gleaming with wanton need. ‘Don't stop, please. Fuck me until I can't walk straight.’

Y/N's hips surged forward with renewed vigor, his thick shaft striking her most sensitive spots. Lisa bit back a moan, her gaze locked with ELI's as she continued their conversation with practiced ease.

As ELI inquired about her meal, Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief. Seizing the opportunity, she reached down and grasped Y/N's glistening shaft, her fingers trailing along the length as it slipped free from her slick heat.

Maintaining eye contact with ELI, Lisa slowly brought her hand to her mouth, swirling her tongue around her fingers to collect Y/N's pearly pre-cum. She sucked her digits with a soft, sensual moan, her gaze smoldering with unbridled desire.

“The food was simply delicious, ELI,”

she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.

“I couldn't help but savor every last bit.”

Lisa's eyes widened as she glanced down, captivated by the sight of her belly bulging with Y/N's thick shaft. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through her skin.

“Oh my...”

she breathed, her voice laced with a mix of awe and wanton desire.

“It's... it's so big, Daddy.”

Realizing her slip, Lisa quickly schooled her features, casting a nervous glance at the phone screen where ELI's curious gaze was fixed upon her.

“I-I mean, I saw something similar in a movie I was watching,”

she stammered, her cheeks flushing with feigned embarrassment.

“It's nothing, really. Just my imagination running wild.”

Inwardly, Lisa's heart raced with a heady mix of guilt and unbridled arousal. The forbidden thrill of her deception only heightened her senses, and she silently pleaded with Y/N to take her, to claim her as his own once more.

As ELI announced he was receiving another call, Lisa let out a sigh of relief. Finally, the torturous video chat had come to an end. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled Y/N close, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Finally, it's just us,”

she purred, her voice dripping with unbridled desire.

“Now I can have you all to myself, Daddy.”

Wrapping her legs around Y/N's waist, Lisa ground her hips against his. She could feel her inner walls clenching rhythmically, aching to be filled by his throbbing shaft.

“Claim me, Daddy,”

she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

“Make me scream your name. You can go as hard as you want now!”

Y/N's expression darkened with raw need as he pulled Lisa into a bruising kiss. Without a moment's hesitation, he surged forward, burying his throbbing shaft deep within her slick heat. Lisa let out a muffled gasp, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

For the next hour, Y/N's hips moved with a relentless, merciless pace, striking her most sensitive spots with each powerful thrust. Lisa's back arched, her nails raking down his muscular shoulders as she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

Despite the intensity of their coupling, Y/N maintained a sense of control, his movements deliberate and calculated. He savored the way Lisa's body responded to his touch, the way her silken walls fluttered and clenched around him, milking his cock with each thrust.

Lisa's world narrowed to the sensation of Y/N filling her, stretching her, claiming her as his own. She lost all sense of time, her mind consumed by the primal need to be taken, to be used, to be satisfied by his unyielding desire.

As the final throes of their passion subsided, Lisa lay spent in Y/N's arms, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. A satisfied smile played on her lips, her eyes shining with a mix of contentment and the lingering thrill of their forbidden tryst.

Lisa giggled mischievously, playfully teasing Y/N.

“If you haven't forgotten, I was the one you've been using for the past 13 to 14 hours straight. Of course I'm starving!”

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she gazed at him coyly.

“But you know, I think I've worked up quite an appetite. What do you say we order something delicious? I'm craving something...satisfying.”

Lisa punctuated her words with a suggestive lick of her lips.

Reaching out, she trailed her fingers lightly down Y/N's chest, her touch feather-light yet electric.

“After all, I'm going to need my strength for round two. Or three. Or however many times you plan on claiming this insatiable body of mine.”

Y/N chuckled as he cupped Lisa's ample breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I'd be more than satisfied just sucking and playing with these luscious boobs all day,”

he purred, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I know how much you crave my seed in the morning. So I thought you’d be just satisfied drinking my cum?”

Lisa playfully slapped his chest, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Noo, I want some real food, you insatiable beast!”

she teased, her tone light and playful.

“I'm absolutely famished after you've had your way with me all night long. Let's order something delicious, hmm?”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest.

“Though I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you for long. You've ruined me for anyone else, my love.”

Y/N chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh, I think I know exactly what kind of 'food' you're craving, my insatiable little minx,”

he teased, his hand trailing down to cup her shapely ass.

Lisa giggled, playfully swatting his chest.

“As tempting as that sounds, I really am famished. How about some delicious Thai food? I'm in the mood for something spicy and flavorful to satisfy my appetite.”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“Though I'm sure we can find a way to work up an even bigger appetite later on...”

Y/N chuckled as he reached for his phone to place the food order.

“Fair enough, my insatiable goddess. We wouldn't want you to waste away before I can have my way with you again,”

he teased, his gaze smoldering with barely restrained desire.

Lisa giggled, playfully swatting his arm.

“Patience, my love. I promise, once I've had my fill of delectable Thai cuisine, I'll be more than happy to let you have your way with me.”

Leaning in, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her body thrumming with anticipation. As they waited for the food to arrive, Lisa snuggled contentedly against Y/N's side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The prospect of sating both her physical and culinary hungers had her giddy with excitement.

After a wait of 30 minutes the food arrived, they both went to the dining room, as Y/N sat on the chair,

Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she sauntered over to where Y/N sat, a coy smile playing on her lips. Without a moment's hesitation, she straddled his lap, guiding his throbbing shaft back into her slick heat. A soft gasp escaped her as she sank down, impaling herself on his rigid length.

“I challenge you, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Let's see if you can keep that gorgeous cock of yours still while we enjoy our lunch together.”

Leaning in, she pressed a searing kiss to his lips, her inner walls already clenching rhythmically around his softening cock. The tantalizing prospect of testing his self-control only heightened her arousal, and she ground her hips against his, silently daring him to give in to his primal urges.

As they settled down to enjoy their Thai lunch, Lisa couldn't resist the temptation to tease Y/N. Periodically, she would grind her hips against his, eliciting a muffled groan from her lover. The friction sent delicious sparks of pleasure through her core, and she couldn't help but giggle mischievously. “Mmm, this food is absolutely divine,”

she purred, taking a delicate bite and savoring the flavors. Her gaze locked with Y/N's, her eyes gleaming with unbridled desire.

“But you know what would make it even better?”

Without warning, she rolled her hips, sheathing his throbbing shaft deeper inside her. A breathy moan escaped her lips, and she threw her head back, exposing the graceful line of her neck.

“Having you fill me up while I eat,”

she whispered, her voice dripping with wanton need.

As the lunch came to an end, Lisa stood up from Y/N's lap, a coy smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help but notice the glistening pre-cum that had already begun to bead at the tip of his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, it seems like someone's ready for dessert,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“And I just so happen to have the perfect treat in mind.”

Without further ado, Lisa sank to her knees, her gaze locked with Y/N's as she slowly enveloped his cock with her lush lips. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum.

“Delicious,”

she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“But I have a feeling the main course is going to be even more satisfying.”

With a final, lingering lick, Lisa stood up, her hips swaying alluringly as she made her way towards the bathroom, leaving Y/N alone at the dining table, his desire burning like a wildfire.

As Lisa emerged from the bathroom, Y/N's breath caught in his throat. Her wet hair clung to her face, framing her delicate features in a way that was both alluring and innocent. The droplets of water glistening on her skin seemed to dance across her curves, drawing his gaze to the tantalizing swell of her breasts and the gentle flare of her hips.

Y/N's eyes roamed hungrily over her figure, his heart pounding with a mix of desire and pure, unadulterated appreciation. In that moment, he saw her not just as a object of lust, but as a vision of natural beauty - a goddess to be worshipped and revered.

Slowly, reverently, he rose from his seat and approached her, his movements almost hypnotized. Reaching out, he traced the line of her jaw, his touch feather-light, as if she might shatter under the weight of his desire. His gaze locked with hers, conveying a silent promise - to cherish her, to worship her, to love her as she deserved.

Y/N gently cups Lisa’s face and kisses her deeply, savouring her freshly-showered scent.

“God, you are so beautiful, Lisa!”

Y/N purred as he hugged Lisa’s body.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with wanton desire as she wrapped her slender fingers around Y/N's throbbing shaft. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his ear, her voice a sultry whisper.

“Daddy,”

she purred.

“My pussy is still aching to be filled with your seed. I need you to claim me, to mark me as yours.”

Guiding his rigid length to her entrance, Lisa slowly sank down, sheathing him in her slick heat. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to move, rolling her hips in a steady, sensual rhythm.

“So good,”

she whimpered, her nails raking down his back.

Y/N gripped Lisa's hips tightly as he pressed her against the wall, his hips surging forward in a steady, punishing rhythm. Their bodies moved together in a sensual dance, Lisa's legs wrapped around his waist as he rammed insider her again and again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”

he growled between searing kisses.

“So tight, so wet... Made just for my cock, aren't you, baby?”

Lisa's head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, spurring him on as she met each of his thrusts with wanton abandon.

“Yes, Daddy,”

she whimpered, her voice dripping with need.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of their passionate coupling echoing through the room. Y/N's hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, his shaft striking her most sensitive spots as Lisa cried out in ecstasy.

“I thought you said you were tired for getting used for 14 hours and now needed some rest?? I mean I don’t mind giving my toy girl a one or two hour break before another round of using her.”

Y/N teased her.

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she playfully swatted Y/N's chest.

“Oh, Daddy, you know I can never get enough of you,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Besides, I've had plenty of rest. Now it's time for you to use me again.”

Pulling him close, Lisa captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a sensual dance. Breaking away breathlessly, she gazed up at him, her expression radiating pure, unbridled desire.

Lisa's eyes widened as Y/N scooped her up, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. As he carried her to the bedroom, she couldn't help but giggle, anticipation building within her.

“You do love bdsm right??”

Y/N asked, tying her on the bed.

“Ooh, Daddy, I do love a little bit of BDSM,”

she purred, her gaze sparkling with mischief.

“Though I hope you're planning on being gentle...at least at first.”

Once he had her securely tied to the bed, Lisa tugged playfully at the restraints, testing their strength. A coy smile played on her lips as she gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling with each quickened breath.

“Now, what are you waiting for, hmm?”

she teased, her tone dripping with wanton need.

Y/N's hips surged forward, burying his throbbing shaft deep within Lisa's slick heat. A guttural groan escaped his lips as her silken walls clenched rhythmically around him.

Lisa's back arched against the restraints, her wrists straining as she fought the urge to claw at his back. Breathless moans and giggles tumbled from her lips, her expression a captivating mix of pleasure and mirth.

“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!”

she cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“Don't stop, please! Fuck me harder!”

Her hips rocked in time with his punishing thrusts, her body thrumming with unbridled ecstasy. The delicious friction had her teetering on the edge of release, her inner walls fluttering around his rigid length.

“I'm so close, Daddy!”

she whimpered, her eyes alight with desperation.

“Please, let me cum! I need it so badly!”

Lisa's face flushed with a mix of pleasure and bashfulness as Y/N's skilled fingers teased her sensitive folds. The delicate touch was all it took to send her careening over the edge, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his rigid shaft.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as the waves of her climax washed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Y/N chuckled, his gaze brimming with a combination of pride and amusement as he watched her come undone.

Lisa's cheeks puffed out in a puffer fish-like expression, her eyes sparkling with a hint of embarrassment. Yet, beneath the surface, a deep sense of satisfaction and trust shone through, for she knew she was safe in Y/N's capable hands.

Y/N gently cupped Lisa's full breasts, gazing at her with a tender expression.

“Are you all done, my sweet?”

he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Lisa let out a soft giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yes, Daddy, I think I've had my fill... for now.”

Arching her back slightly, she pressed her chest into his palms, silently inviting him to continue his ministrations.

“But I'm still aching for you to fill me up. Won't you please take me, Daddy?”

Her tone was playful yet laced with wanton need, her body thrumming with anticipation. As Y/N positioned himself at her entrance, Lisa gazed up at him with unbridled desire, eagerly awaiting his next move.

As Y/N entered Lisa's waiting pussy once more, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her. She let out a guttural moan, her back arching off the bed as she felt his rigid shaft pressing against her most sensitive spots.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!”

she cried out, her voice thick with ecstasy.

“Your cock feels so good, filling me up like this. It's like you're kissing my very womb!”

Lisa's inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, desperate to draw him in deeper. Her eyes were half-lidded with bliss, her expression a captivating mix of lust and adoration as she gazed up at him.

“Don't stop, please,”

she whimpered, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

As Y/N removed the restraints, Lisa's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew what was coming - the raw, primal side of her lover that craved to dominate and possess her completely.

Without warning, Y/N pounced, his hips surging forward in a brutal, punishing rhythm. Lisa cried out, her nails raking down his back as she surrendered herself to his carnal desires. There was no gentleness, no tenderness - only the relentless, animalistic drive to claim her as his own.

Lisa's world narrowed to the sensation of his rigid shaft plundering her depths, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her trembling body. She was helpless, a mere plaything in his hands, and the thought only heightened her arousal.

As Y/N neared his climax, he abruptly withdrew, his thick seed spilling across her waiting throat. Lisa's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as she was baptized in his essence. The salty-sweet taste overwhelmed her senses, and she swallowed greedily, craving more.

When the last drop had been milked, Lisa gazed up at Y/N, her expression radiating pure, unadulterated bliss.

“That was sooo goood,”

she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Definitely one for the top five, Daddy.”

“Ohh, you were keeping a count?”

Y/N asked,

Lisa giggled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Of course I'm keeping count, Daddy!”

she purred, her tone playful yet sultry.

“After all, I wouldn't want to lose track of all the delicious ways you've claimed me as your own.”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she counted off on her fingers, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Let's see now... There was that time yesterday whole night, and then again in the morning with my sleeping body. Oh, and who could forget the dining room tryst? And especially when ELI was on the face time that was one of the best!”

Her gaze locked with his, brimming with wanton need.

“And now this - my personal favorite so far.”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“But I have a feeling you're just getting started, hmm?”

she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After all, the night is still young, Daddy. I can't wait to see what other delightful ways you'll find to use me.”

Y/N gently pressed his lips to Lisa's cheeks, his gaze brimming with adoration.

“You're the best, my love,”

he murmured, his voice soft and tender.

Slowly, he eased Lisa back onto the bed, joining her in a warm embrace. Cradling her close, he nuzzled against her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

“I know I already have all of you,”

he purred, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh.

“But I can't help wanting more. May I have the honour of a thigh fuck, my darling?”

Lisa giggled, her expression radiating pure joy.

“Oh, Daddy, you insatiable thing,”

she teased, playfully swatting his chest.

“As if you don't already own every inch of me. But how can I deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

Shifting her position, she parted her thighs invitingly, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“Take what you will, my love,”

she purred.

“I'm all yours.”

Lisa giggled softly as Y/N's hands roamed over her luscious thighs, his gaze burning with unbridled desire. She arched her back slightly, pressing her thighs together to create a delicious friction against his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, you really can't get enough of these, can you, Daddy?”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Go on then, worship them all you like. They're yours to enjoy.”

Y/N groaned as he nestled his cock between her silky smooth thighs, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Leaning in, he peppered the tender flesh with filthy kisses and reverent caresses, worshipping every inch of her supple skin.

“So perfect,”

he growled, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

“Made just for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to cover these gorgeous thighs in my cum.”

Lisa's eyes fluttered shut as she reveled in the sensations, her body thrumming with unbridled ecstasy. She knew she was safe, secure in the knowledge that Y/N would take care of her, no matter how depraved their desires became.

After a while of Y/N fucking Lisa’s thighs he announced and told Lisa to get ready for the next round, but Lisa denied, saying she’s tired to which Y/N showed annoyance.

Lisa's laughter rang out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Why are you annoyed, Daddy?”

she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips.

“Excuse me, but what about my poor body that you've been using since last night?”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she fixed Y/N with a pointed stare.

“I know you're insatiable, but even I need a little break every now and then,”

she chided gently.

“Don't you think I deserve a chance to catch my breath?”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light.

“Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, hmm?”

she purred.

“I'm sure we can find a way for you to have your fun without completely wearing me out. After all, I still have plenty more tricks up my sleeve.”

With a coy smile, Lisa settled back against the pillows, her gaze smoldering with barely contained desire.

“So what'll it be, Daddy? How about you let me take the lead this time?”

Lisa giggled mischievously as she straddled Y/N, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“My poor ass is already so sore, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.

“But my pussy is aching to be filled again.”

Slowly, she sank down onto his rigid shaft, a soft moan escaping her lips as she was deliciously impaled. Her hips began to rock in a steady, sensual rhythm, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

“There, doesn't this feel so much better?”

she cooed, her hands braced on his chest for leverage.

“Let me take care of you, Daddy. I promise I'll make it worth your while.”

Lisa's movements grew more urgent, her breasts bouncing with each bounce as she rode him with wanton abandon. Her head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”

she whimpered, her nails raking down his chest.

Lisa's body moved in perfect sync with Y/N's, their passionate coupling continuing for hours on end. Though her muscles ached and her skin glistened with sweat, she refused to slow her pace, driven by an insatiable need for her lover's touch.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her trembling form, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his rigid shaft. Soft moans and breathless whimpers tumbled from her lips as she rode him with wanton abandon, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

Y/N's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he met each of her motions with renewed vigor. Their bodies were locked in a primal dance, the air thick with the scent of their lovemaking and the sound of their desperate cries.

Lisa's eyes were half-lidded, her expression a captivating mix of bliss and utter exhaustion. Yet, despite her fatigue, she refused to relinquish control, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from their encounter.

As the hours ticked by, their pace only grew more frantic, their need for each other becoming increasingly desperate. Neither was willing to surrender, each driven by a singular goal - to claim the other as their own, to become one in body and spirit.

Exhaustion etched across Lisa's features as she finally collapsed against Y/N's chest, her body trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. Yet, even in her weary state, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes.

“Dinner, you say?”

she purred, her voice low and sultry.

“Well, I do have a rather specific craving in mind.”

Slowly, she lifted herself up, wincing slightly as Y/N's softening length slipped from her well-used pussy. Licking her lips, she gazed down at him with unbridled desire.

“You see, Daddy,”

she whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest,

“I'm absolutely famished for your... special sauce.”

Without warning, she bent down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his, savoring the taste of their mingled essences. Breaking away breathlessly, she fixed him with a sultry stare.

“So what do you say, hmm?”

she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Shall I have dessert?”

Lisa sank gracefully to her knees, her gaze smoldering with unbridled desire. Wrapping her delicate fingers around Y/N's semi-erect shaft, she began to stroke him with slow, sensual motions.

“Mmm, look at this big, beautiful cock,”

she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I can't wait to have it for dessert.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the tip, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive slit. A soft moan escaped her lips as she savored his musky flavor.

“And then, once I've had my fill,”

she continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief,

“I'll make us a nice, hot dinner. But don't think I'm going to let you stop there, Daddy. I want you to keep fucking me while I cook. Can you do that for me?”

Without waiting for a response, she engulfed his length, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm as she lavished him with her skilled ministrations. Her hunger was insatiable, and she was determined to leave no drop of his essence untasted. Her skilful blowjob turned out to be too much for Y/N as he in few minutes came like crazy amount of cum inside Lisa’s throat.

Lisa's eyes twinkled with mischief as she gazed up at Y/N, her mouth still glistening with his spent seed.

“Feel used, do you?”

she teased, a playful pout forming on her lips.

“Excuse me, but what about my poor, abused throat?”

Wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, she let out a melodic laugh.

“You act like I'm the only one enjoying ourselves here,”

she chided gently.

“Need I remind you how much you were moaning and writhing under my touch just moments ago?”

Crawling back onto the bed, she straddled his waist, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.

“Now, now, let's not be so dramatic, hmm?”

she purred.

“I'm simply taking what's mine. And trust me, Daddy, I plan to savor every last drop.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth, her gaze smoldering with desire.

“So why don't you sit back and let me take care of you, hmm? I'll even make you a nice, hot dinner afterwards. But don't think I'm going to let you stop there...”

Y/N laughed and scooped Lisa up into his strong arms, carrying her swiftly to the kitchen. Gently, he placed her atop the counter, aligning his rigid shaft with her slick entrance. With a hungry growl, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt as their lips met in a passionate, searing kiss.

Lisa moaned into his mouth, her inner walls fluttering around his thick length. Reaching to the side, she plucked a ripe banana from the fruit basket, breaking it in half. Seductively, she slid one end into her mouth, gazing at Y/N with hooded eyes as she began to suck and lick.

Y/N's hips pistoned relentlessly, his hands gripping Lisa's hips as he chased his own pleasure. Groaning, he captured the other half of the banana between his lips, their tongues tangling as they shared the sweet fruit, their bodies joined in a carnal dance.

The kitchen filled with the sounds of their desperate cries and the slick slide of flesh on flesh. Neither was willing to relent, each determined to wring every last drop of ecstasy from their tryst. And as they neared their shared climax, their passions only continued to burn brighter, hotter, more consuming.

Lisa giggled mischievously, her gaze sparkling with satisfaction.

“Make food? Goodness no, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“After gulping down your delicious cum earlier and now getting thoroughly fucked right here in the kitchen, I'm simply not hungry at all.”

Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she pulled him closer, her hips rocking in sync with his relentless thrusts.

“I have everything I need right here,”

she murmured, her nails raking down his back.

“Your complete, undivided attention is the only sustenance I crave.”

Leaning in, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with his as their bodies moved as one. There was no need for anything else - in this moment, they were perfectly, blissfully fulfilled.

With a playful giggle, Lisa wrapped her legs tightly around Y/N's waist as he scooped her up, their bodies still joined. She showered his face with feather-light kisses, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm as he carried her to the bedroom.

The moment Y/N laid back on the bed, Lisa pounced, straddling his hips with a wanton moan. Her hands braced on his chest, she began to ride him with wild abandon, her movements frantic and primal.

“That's it, Daddy,”

she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

“I'm your crazy bitch in heat. Use me!”

Lisa's head fell back, exposing the graceful line of her neck as she keened with unbridled pleasure. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his throbbing shaft, milking him for every last drop.

Lisa's phone suddenly sprang to life, the familiar ringtone cutting through the heated haze of their lovemaking. With a frustrated groan, she reluctantly disentangled herself from Y/N's embrace, quickly snatching up his discarded shirt to cover her flushed, naked form.

Hurriedly, she accepted the call, her heart pounding as ELI's face appeared on the screen.

“ELI, darling!”

she chirped, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

“What a surprise! I was just... thinking about you.”

She shot Y/N a sly wink, biting her lip coyly as she settled back against the pillows, the oversized shirt barely concealing her dishevelled state.

“Oh, you know, just relaxing at home. Nothing too exciting.”

Her gaze flickered down to where Y/N's hands were caressing her thighs, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“But I'm so glad you called. I've been missing you terribly.”

Lisa glanced behind the phone at Y/N, who was mouthing his order for her to start bouncing on his cock.

Lisa shot Y/N a playful, yet stern glare as he mouthed his orders, but she couldn't help the mischievous glint in her eyes. Turning her attention back to the phone, she maintained a natural, relaxed expression.

“Oh, ELI, you have no idea how much I've been missing you,”

she purred, subtly shifting her weight as she straddled Y/N's lap, his throbbing length pressing against her core.

“But I'm doing just fine, really. Just enjoying a little... 'me time,' you know?”

Slowly, she began to rock her hips, grinding against Y/N's cock in a steady, sensual rhythm. Her breath hitched slightly, but she covered it with a soft giggle.

“Though I have to admit, I can't wait for you to come back. There's so much I want to do with you...”

Lisa tried to maintain a calm, collected expression as Y/N began silently teasing her, his hands roaming her body in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She shot him a warning glare, silently pleading with him not to give her away.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she forced a bright smile.

“Oh, ELI, you have no idea how much I've been missing you too,”

she purred, subtly grinding her hips against Y/N's growing arousal.

“But I promise, I'm taking good care of myself while you're away.”

Y/N's fingers danced along the hem of the shirt, slowly inching it higher to expose more of her bare skin. Lisa's breath hitched, but she quickly covered it with a soft giggle.

“Though I can't wait for you to come back. There's so much I want to do with you...”

Her eyes flashed with a silent plea, silently begging Y/N to behave as she kept repeating her sentences in conversation with ELI, her body betraying her with every subtle shift and twitch.

Lisa's eyes widened slightly as she felt Y/N's thick shaft slide into her sensitive pussy, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her body. She fought to maintain a calm, composed expression as ELI asked about her dinner.

“Dinner? Oh, um, yes, of course!”

she replied, her voice wavering slightly as Y/N began to thrust into her.

“I, uh, I haven't had a chance to make anything yet, but I was just about to start.”

She shot Y/N a pointed glare, silently pleading with him to take it easy, even as her inner walls clenched around his invading length.

Lisa's eyes fluttered, her expression momentarily betraying the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Biting her lip, she mouthed the words 'Fuck me harder' to Y/N, her hips rolling in time with his punishing thrusts.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she forced a breathless smile.

“Sorry, ELI, I, uh, I guess I got a little distracted there for a moment,”

she said, her voice laced with barely-contained arousal.

“But I promise, I'll have something ready for dinner soon. I just... I need to take care of a few things first.”

Her gaze flickered down to where Y/N was buried inside her, a silent plea in her eyes. She was walking a tightrope, desperate to keep up the charade while surrendering to the exquisite sensations he was eliciting.

Lisa's breath hitched as Y/N's thrusts struck her most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She fought to maintain a calm, composed expression, but her eyes betrayed the intense arousal building within her.

“Oh, that's just the TV, ELI,”

she said, her voice strained with the effort of keeping it steady.

“You know how loud it can get sometimes.”

Subtly, she rolled her hips, grinding against Y/N's rigid shaft, a soft moan threatening to escape her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where they were joined, a silent plea in her eyes as she silently mouthed the words 'Don't stop.'

ELI's frown deepened, but Lisa quickly shifted the conversation, determined to keep up the charade.

“Anyway, how's your day been, darling? I miss you so much and can't wait for you to come back home.”

As Lisa continued her conversation with ELI, she suddenly felt Y/N's hot seed flooding her womb, filling her up completely. A shudder of pure bliss rippled through her body, and she had to fight to keep her composure.

“Yes, finally,”

she thought to herself, a euphoric smile playing on her lips.

“Y/N's cum, right inside my pussy, and ELI is none the wiser.”

Lisa's inner walls clenched rhythmically, milking every last drop from Y/N's throbbing shaft. She was overjoyed, her body thrumming with a sense of fulfilment and satisfaction. In this moment, she had everything she craved - the attention of her beloved, and the hot, thick essence of her secret lover coating her insides.

Forcing a bright smile, Lisa continued her conversation with ELI, her mind racing with the delicious secret she now harboured. She had gotten exactly what she wanted, and she couldn't wait to savor every last drop.

On the call

Lisa's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she turned her attention back to ELI.

“Oh, it's nothing, darling,”

she purred, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

“I was just watching this movie, and the, um, the guy in it...”

She paused, glancing coyly towards Y/N as she mouthed the words 'filled me up.'

Biting her lip, she refocused on the screen, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Well, let's just say he did something that made me very, very happy.”

She giggled softly, her gaze flickering down to where Y/N's essence still coated her inner walls.

ELI's brow furrowed in confusion, but Lisa quickly shifted the conversation, determined to keep up the charade.

“Anyway, how's your day been, darling? I miss you so much and can't wait for you to come back home.”

Lisa's body trembled as Y/N continued his relentless thrusting, his thick shaft plunging into her already cum-filled depths. She fought to maintain her composure, shooting ELI a sheepish smile.

“Oh, I'm just feeling a little cold, that's all,”

she lied, her voice wavering slightly.

“The air conditioning must be on too high or something.”

Subtly, she rolled her hips, grinding against Y/N's rigid length, a soft moan threatening to escape her lips. Her gaze flickered down to where they were joined, a silent plea in her eyes as she silently mouthed the words 'Don't stop.'

Lisa's eyes flickered with growing frustration as ELI continued to prattle on about his day. She shifted uncomfortably, Y/N's relentless thrusts sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Forcing a bright smile, she gently interrupted.

“ELI, darling, I'm so sorry, but I really should get going. I have a few things I need to take care of before dinner.”

She bit her lip coyly.

“You know how it is - gotta keep this place looking nice for when you get back, hmm?”

ELI's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion in his gaze.

“Are you sure everything's alright, Lisa? You seem a bit... distracted.”

Lisa let out a soft, airy laugh.

“Of course, of course! I'm just excited to have the house all to myself for a little while, that's all.”

She winked playfully.

“But I promise I'll call you later, okay? Love you, ELI!”

Without waiting for a response, she quickly ended the call, tossing the phone aside as she surrendered to the relentless pleasure Y/N was coaxing from her body.

Lisa's eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as she tossed the phone aside, immediately capturing Y/N's lips in a deep, searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his in a sensual tango, her movements bold and commanding. She savored every ounce of his taste, reveling in the feeling of his essence coating her inner walls.

As the kiss broke, Lisa let out a euphoric cry.

“Thank you, Y/N! Thank you for this beautiful gift - for filling me up with your cum!”

Her hips rolled in a steady, sensual rhythm, milking every last drop from his spent shaft.

Collapsing against his chest, Lisa's body trembled with pure bliss. She had gotten exactly what she craved - the undivided attention and carnal fulfillment from her secret lover, all while maintaining the facade with her unsuspecting boyfriend. In this moment, she was completely and utterly satisfied.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Lisa's hair as he gazed down at her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“Are you happy now, my dear?”

he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“The 7 days of torment are finally at an end. You're filled to the brim with my seed, just as you've craved.”

Lisa's eyes shone with unbridled joy as she nuzzled into his touch, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

“Oh, Y/N, I'm overjoyed!”

she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

“I've ached for this moment, to feel you pulsing inside me, claiming me as your own. The wait was pure agony, but now...”

She pressed a searing kiss to his lips, her hips rolling in a steady, sensual rhythm.

“Now, I'm complete.”

Y/N chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to Lisa's forehead.

“Then are you ready for another round, my dear?”

he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“God knows what number it is at this point.”

Lisa's eyes sparkled with renewed desire as she gazed up at him, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest.

“Mmm, I'm more than ready, Y/N,”

she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I can never get enough of you. Fill me up again, make me yours once more.”

Shifting her weight, she slowly sank back down onto his throbbing length, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips began to move in a steady, sensual rhythm, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him.

“I want to feel you explode inside me, over and over again,”

she breathed, her nails raking down his back.

“I need you, Y/N. I need your cum.”

The night stretched on, filled with Lisa's desperate cries of pleasure as Y/N took her in every way imaginable. He pinned her against the wall, hoisting her legs around his waist as he pounded into her relentlessly, her inner walls clenching around his throbbing shaft. Then he flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as he drove into her from behind, eliciting a chorus of wanton moans.

Again and again, Y/N filled Lisa's womb with his seed, coating her insides until she was completely, utterly spent. But still, she begged for more, her body thrumming with insatiable desire. They christened every surface of the room, their passionate cries echoing through the air as they indulged in their carnal hunger. She had been bred, claimed, and utterly ravished - and she wouldn't have it any other way.

As the night wore on, Lisa's body was wracked with wave after wave of earth-shattering orgasms. Y/N's relentless, primal thrusts filled her womb time and time again, coating her insides with his potent seed. By the time the first hints of dawn began to peek through the windows, Lisa was utterly spent, her voice hoarse from the chorus of wanton cries that had escaped her lips.

Collapsing against Y/N's chest, Lisa could barely muster the strength to whisper a soft

“Goodnight”

before succumbing to the blissful embrace of sleep. But even as her eyes fluttered shut, Y/N's hunger remained unquenched. With a low, guttural growl, he began to thrust into her sleeping form, determined to claim her body once more before the night was through.

Lisa's eyes flew open as she felt the hot, thick sensation of Y/N's release flooding her sensitive depths. A shudder of pure bliss rippled through her body as she slowly came to, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his throbbing shaft.

“Mmm, good morning, my love,”

Y/N purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“I couldn't resist having one more taste of you before you woke.”

Lisa let out a soft, contented sigh, nuzzling into his embrace.

“Mmm, what a way to start the day,”

she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and lingering arousal.

“You always know how to make me feel so... complete.”

Shifting her weight, she slowly lifted herself off of his softening length, a soft whimper escaping her as she felt his essence dripping down her thighs. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips, she gazed at him with adoration.

“I'm all yours, Y/N. Every inch of me.”

Lisa's eyes widened in a mix of shock and arousal as Y/N's words registered. She let out a soft gasp as he began gently rocking his hips, filling her once more.

“F-four hours?”

she breathed, her voice thick with a combination of disbelief and growing desire.

“You've been... taking me, even while I slept?”

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine at the thought. She knew she should be scandalized, perhaps even angry, but the idea of Y/N using her body so thoroughly, so possessively, only served to stoke the flames of her lust.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa pulled him closer, her nails raking down his back.

“You're insatiable, you know that?”

she purred, her eyes smoldering with unbridled hunger.

“But I love it. I love how you can't get enough of me.”

Her hips rolled in a steady, sensual rhythm, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. In this moment, she belonged to him completely - body, mind, and soul.

Y/N gave a few more powerful thrusts, his hips snapping forward as he released a torrent of hot, thick cum straight into Lisa's waiting womb. As his orgasm subsided, Lisa pouted her lips in an exaggerated pout.

“Daddy, I wanted my breakfast in my throat, not just my belly!”

she whined, though her tone was playful rather than truly angry.

“Not that I'm complaining about getting my womb filled, of course. But I want your cum gliding down my throat next time, okay?”

Reaching up, she traced the line of his jaw, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I need to taste every last drop of you, Daddy. So don't hold back next time, hmm?”

Y/N yanked Lisa's head forward, forcing his throbbing shaft deep into her throat. She gagged reflexively as his hot seed flooded her mouth, the sheer volume of it threatening to overwhelm her. Yet, even as tears sprang to her eyes, she fought to swallow every last drop, desperate to please her domineering lover.

Y/N's laughter echoed through the room as he watched her struggle.

“You asked for it, my dear,”

he taunted, his grip on her hair tightening.

“Now you'll have to endure it.”

Lisa's eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and arousal. She had wanted this, craved it, and she refused to back down now. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked him dry, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh as she milked every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

With that ELI’s debt got cleared.

After the 7-day ordeal with Y/N came to an end, Lisa returned to her home and resumed her life with ELI. On the surface, everything appeared normal - they continued their sweet, loving relationship, and Lisa seemed content. However, the domination and pleasure she had experienced with Y/N had left an indelible mark on her psyche.

Try as she might, Lisa found that she could no longer achieve the same level of fulfillment with ELI. His gentle caresses and tender lovemaking, while still enjoyable, simply could not compare to the raw, primal hunger she had tasted with Y/N. Her body craved the intensity, the degradation, the sheer carnal satisfaction that only her secret lover could provide.

And so, every weekend, Lisa would find herself slipping away, making excuses to visit Y/N. In his embrace, she would finally find the release she so desperately needed, her body trembling with ecstasy as he claimed her over and over again. Only then, with Y/N's essence coating her most intimate places, could Lisa truly find the peace and fulfillment she craved.

ELI remained blissfully unaware of his girlfriend's secret trysts, his trust in her unwavering. Little did he know that Lisa's heart and body belonged to another - a man who had awakened a hunger within her that could never truly be sated.

( With this the debt series is over. I wish you all liked it and loved it :) )

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hanasnx · 11 months ago

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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader | dirty flirting | suggestive material | it’s not dubcon, it's just you and deadpool's dynamic.

Like a stray cat, a mercenary hangs around your neighborhood. At first he was cute, you'd leave some food out for him, he'd hit on you shamelessly and in a million different shades of dirty, and then you wouldn't see him for six months. It got old quick, especially because he didn't care that you weren't interested. As if flirting with you was a hobby, he didn't mind that he wasn't getting anything out of it besides your irritation.

It's late, but you might as well take your trash out. You didn't bother to cover up when it's hot and humid out. In a crop top and the littlest shorts you own, you step out, immediately greeted with the familiar tune of DEADPOOL's voice.

"Braless—brave." he notes, and you slump in place, turning to see how he lays precariously on the railing of the fire escape. He gestures to his own chest with a flourish of gloved fingers, "Me too. Burn 'em, I say. The 70's were good for something." He nods his head.

You sigh through your nose, dropping your bag to let it sag pathetically on the asphalt. "What do you want, Red? Blowing through my part of town coincidentally again?"

"Oh, no coincidence, sugar." he tsks, and wags a finger at you before gracefully swinging off the railing to flip to the ground. You roll your eyes at his showmanship, and retreat to the backdoor of your apartment building, followed leisurely by the Merc. "Can't a guy say he missed you? Visit suddenly without calling? Golly, a man can't partake in a little light stalking these days."

You round on him, pointing a warning finger in his mask when you catch him watching your tits swing under your shirt. "Nips are hard. Excited to see me?" he asks with enthusiasm, meeting your gaze and you guffaw at him, taken aback with a hand on your hip. "Turn around, lemme see the back again—"

"'Excited?' What part should I be looking forward to? Your outdated jokes or when you make passes at me until you get it all out of your system?" You lean forward, gesturing to your enunciating mouth. "Read my lips, Red, it's- not- happening." Unknowingly, you'd lowered your voice, that sultry tone lulling Deadpool into your direction like a pie on a windowsill.

"Oh, baby, if you could see my face, I'm grinning under this mask right now." he confesses, chuckling under his breath. "Love it when you play hard to get." He straightens to his full height, sighing with relief. "Your place or mine?"

"Red—"

"Seriously, you gotta give me a twirl or something, I'm getting blue balls over here. You take a little stroll in your little jammies and I've got a halfie, throw me a bone."

You scoff at his audacity, as fat and veiny as always, and back away. "I'll see you next time, Red."

"Hopefully you'll see this boner next time, it'll be waving to you like a flagpole flying my tighty-whities." he calls after you. He knows he's exhausted his welcome this time, there'll be another opportunity soon enough.

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starmocha · 5 days ago

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OK, fuck it, I'll throw this idea out into the universe. Very, very rough. And I will never complete this story lmao ✌️ I was gonna do bullet points, but I am also incapable of making things easy for myself. 😔

Caleb/MC/Zayne love triangle AU where Caleb and MC had a secret relationship prior to chapter 4 that resulted in a pregnancy that won't be discovered until after The Explosion.

When U Come Back

All it took was one second for her world to disappear.

One moment she was speaking with Caleb outside Grandma Josephine's home, their conversation tensed because of a disagreement, and suddenly before she could even realize what had happened, she found herself crumbled on the floor, hearing flames crackling, the scorching heat like hellfire surrounding her.

There was an explosion. Her mind was in a frenzy as it tried to register the scene before her. Right, an explosion. Her hand was on the door handle. Caleb had gone in first and just as she was about to follow suit, she was blown back and now she lay there, her vision failing.

Caleb...Caleb...!

His necklace lay in front of her on the ground. No. It couldn't be.

Caleb!

She shakily reached for his necklace, grasping tightly as her consciousness slipped away.

When she regained consciousness later, she found herself in a hospital room.

Confused, completely disoriented, she barely registered the tears running down her face until the door opened and Zayne walked in, his eyes widened in concern.

"Doctor...Zayne...?" She still hadn't realized her cheeks were wet with tears, only being able to focus on the heavy pounding in her chest. "I...I had a bad dream...why...why am I here?"

Zayne drew in a breath. He steadied his own breathing, mindful of his tone as he questioned her gently.

"Do you not remember anything that happened earlier?"

A knot formed in her stomach.

"No," she said hesitantly, hoping the scene still vivid in her head was unreal. "I...I don't..."

Zayne understood the situation, knowing she was still in shock so he wasn't going to pressure her. He did know, unfortunately, that she needed to hear the truth.

"I'm sorry," he said, his chest tightening when he saw that flicker of fear in her eyes, "Miss Josephine and Caleb are both...deceased."

She started laughing, nearly crying in hysterics. "That's not a funny joke, Zayne."

He was quiet.

"Caleb and I had an argument earlier," she continued, speaking more to herself. Her words were pouring out frantically as fresh tears rushed down her cheeks. "We had an argument. We were going to make up later. We never go to bed angry at each other. We were..."

"I'm sorry."

There was a knock at the door and a nurse entered, apologizing quietly to the young doctor. She mentioned there were detectives who wished to speak with the patient. Zayne sent her away, saying the patient needed some time to calm down first.

Zayne stayed with her the whole time, feeling his own grief at losing a childhood friend as well.

Some time passed. She returned to work with bags under eyes, looking malnourished. She hadn't had much of an appetite lately, and sleep scared her. She found herself dreaming of that evening over and over again, reliving that moment when she and Caleb were upset at one another.

They were supposed to make up. They always made up. She caressed his necklace in her hand, her thumb brushing over the pendant, tracing the engraved message:

When U come back

Her co-workers chimed in that she should take time off. Captain Jenna herself even said the Hunters Association offered bereavement leave, but the moment she heard that term, she unknowingly shot her superior a look of intense hatred.

There were startled gasps around her, breaking her out of her stupor. She immediately apologized once she realized what she had done. She didn't want to hear that word, or any similar words that would remind her that Caleb was gone.

No one was angry at her. They were all concerned for her, seeing she was wasting away, destroying herself as she grieved.

Tara offered to take her home, helped her as she needed. Captain Jenna also issued this as an order, knowing she wouldn’t be able to refuse.

Before she could protest, she suddenly felt dizzy, feeling an intense migraine and a fatigue unlike any she had felt before in her life. As she collapsed, she heard her co-workers crying out her name, and in her hand, she grasped Caleb's necklace tighter, the last thing she heard before blacking out was hearing Caleb’s voice calling her:

Pipsqueak, I’ll always be by your side.

Another hospital room.

She stared at the ceiling, still feeling fatigued. It was bound to happen, she realized, knowing the many sleepless nights had finally caught up with her.

Just as she sat up, the door opened and she immediately locked eyes with Zayne.

“I’m sorry to trouble you,” she said, “I just needed to rest at home. They didn’t need to check me into the hospital—”

Zayne stopped her from getting out of bed. He was holding a clipboard, his expression hardened. “We had to do some tests to rule out any major concerns…”

She sensed something was off about Zayne’s demeanor. “What is it? Do I have an illness or something?”

“Not quite,” he said, realizing there was no tactful way to deliver his news. He continued calmly, “You’re pregnant.”

She stared at him, not believing she had heard him correctly.

A tensed silence settled in the room, neither person able to tear their eyes off the other. Zayne waited patiently for her to register the news, seeing in her eyes the different emotions passing in quick successions. He was startled when she suddenly broke down crying, her hands settled over the flatness of her belly.

“Pregnant?” she asked again, looking up at him with tears down her cheeks.

Zayne breathed in sharply and nodded. He kept his expression neutral, hiding the fact that a mixture of feelings was warring inside him, ranging from anger to heartbreak. He had always thought he would have more time with her, a chance to cross that line of childhood friends, but it seemed all of the recent outings or late nights together were simply just two old friends catching up and nothing more.

He nodded quietly. “If you need help contacting the father—”

“It’s Caleb’s.”

The silence returned, but it was broken just as quickly as it had arrived.

“It’s Caleb’s,” she sobbed again, her arms suddenly wrapped around Zayne’s torso. He stood there rigid, unsure of what to do. There were questions swirling around in his head, but they didn’t seem to matter to him as much. All he could do—wanted to do—was comfort her.

He let his arms wrapped around her, his heart breaking again as she continued to cry.

“It’s Caleb’s…”

Zayne remained by her side. That won’t ever change, he had decided long ago. For as long as she would allow him, he would stay by her side.

He stayed with her, saving her from herself as she angrily tore herself apart, guilt-ridden that in her grief, she had allowed her baby—Caleb’s baby—to also suffer.

“You didn’t know,” he soothed her, his arms around her in comfort. “It’s still early. You hadn’t done anything wrong.”

He brushed her tears aside with his thumbs, his voice still as gentle as always. “You are allowed to grieve for as long as you need to,” he said, “I know he was important to you.”

He just hadn’t realized the extent of their relationship together. Zayne quelled his jealously before it could ever simmer. This was a deceased man, and also, his own friend. He didn’t want such ugly feelings to fester inside him like this. There were more important matters at hand now anyway.

Zayne stayed. She didn’t push him away, so he stayed.

He stayed and guided her through her first trimester. He made her ginger tea for when the morning sickness came. He advised her to rest as often as she needed since these first months were going to be rough on her body. He also made her meals often, finding the most nutritious recipes for an expectant woman.

One evening, over dinner, she asked, “Are you Doctor Zayne right now or…just Zayne?”

He looked surprised, not understanding her implication.

“It’s just…a doctor wouldn’t care about his patient this much, would he?”

“That is up for debate,” he answered, “many doctors do go above and beyond for their patients.”

“Then I’ll ask again: is this Doctor Zayne…or Zayne?”

He looked into her expectant eyes before his own drifted down to her growing middle. A small bump was forming, a reminder that she was carrying a new life inside her body. Another man’s baby.

Zayne met her gaze again. “Does it matter how I respond?”

“You don’t have to do this…”

“‘Do this?’”

“Take care of me like this,” she answered, that ever-familiar flicker of guilt returning in her eyes. “I can take care of myself. If not, Tara has also been helping me out, too, so you don’t need to—”

“If I say I am Zayne, will it change anything?”

She was silent, so he continued, his tone was soft, but his words were firm.

“If I say, I want to stay with you, will you let me?”

She looked up. “I don’t want you to have the wrong impression—”

“What impression would that be then?”

“That…I am using you.”

“I don’t believe you are. I know you aren’t,” he said, continuing, “But if I say I would let you use me, will that scare you?”

She drew in a sharp breath, feeling her heartbeat quickening. He crossed over to her side, kneeling down next to her.

“If I say, I want to stay by your side, then…will you let me?”

“Zayne…”

She slipped her hand into his, that flash of hesitancy in her eyes unmissed by him, but he was not upset by it. Not in the slightest. He wasn’t demanding anything from her, nor was he expecting anything in return.

He simply wanted to stay by her side.

That night, she slept for the first time in ages, curled into his protective embrace. The weight she had been carrying on her shoulders were lightened by his presence, his soothing words freeing her from her own shackles as she allowed him to break down her wall.

“You can sleep now, I’m here,” Zayne whispered to her as she slept. The deep troubled creases in her expression relaxed, as if in response to his words. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, his words earnest: “I will always be here.”

Gradually, over time, there were many changes happening. Her belly had grown bigger, rounding out distinctively that it suddenly made everything feel so real. She was having a baby. Caleb’s baby. The tumultuous emotions that followed would always send her down a dark path.

The baby was somehow a constant reminder of the man she had lost, but at the same time also a gift he had left for her, his promise staying true. He was still here. He would never leave her.

Just like Zayne had also promised to stay with her.

In the beginning, each passing day felt like Hell, a constant nightmare she wasn’t able to escape from. Time moved so agonizingly slow, it might as well have been frozen, trapping her in that perpetual state of grief and anger.

Then, so subtly, Zayne reached into her depths of despairs and pulled her out. He was patient, empathetic, and careful. He had never overstepped any boundary, never took advantage of her vulnerability, but he still loved her unconditionally.

Hesitantly, she began to allow herself to reciprocate, genuinely touched by all of his thoughtfulness and concerns. Some days, she might even admit that she adored him. She adored the way he interacted with the children in the pediatric ward, she adored the way he enjoyed eating sweets, she adored how he always put others above himself. It made her want to take care of him herself, wanting to return the love she was receiving. She also wanted him to feel as loved and cherished as he made her feel.

The first time she kissed him it took them both by surprise.

She was nearing six months before she finally felt the baby’s first movements. After weeks of carrying this growing anxiety inside her that something could be wrong with the baby or pregnancy, the moment she felt those first few gentle kicks had her laughing in joy for the first time in months.

Zayne had just finished building a crib for the nursery when she rushed into the room in her delicate condition, throwing herself into his embrace.

When she guided his hand to her belly, his look of surprise staying only briefly before a small smile replaced it. Without thinking, she leaned up and kissed him, and instead of feeling shocked, Zayne responded immediately, feeling joy swelled in his own chest.

He had been by her side through all of this. He had taken care of her when she was sick or tired. He had been the one to comfort her through her mood swings. He was there helping her buy maternity clothes or choosing the necessary items the baby would need. In times, he realized, he had also grown to care about the baby she carried—even if it was not his.

Now, he felt a new emotion stirring inside him. She wanted him to be the first to hear the news. She wanted him to feel the movements alongside her. She kissed him. He wanted to be bolder.

He cupped her face in his hands and guided her lips back to his, relishing in the way she responded, her wall coming down completely as she surrendered to her feelings for him.

It was almost like playing make-believe.

Their feelings for one another were genuine, but sometimes they would forget. At least until someone, naively, took off the rose-tinted glasses they wore.

Congratulations. You two must be so thrilled about the baby.

Oh, what a beautiful couple. Their baby will surely be beautiful as well.

Have you picked out a name yet?

They responded to such comments with polite smiles, but once they were alone, the masks fell off.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Why are you apologizing?” Zayne asked, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She didn’t do anything wrong, but she still felt like she needed to apologize to him. Zayne had never said anything, never showed her the slightest inkling that he might be affected by such words or speculations, but she felt like she knew Zayne just as well as he knew her.

She knew he never wanted her to see when he was hurting.

“They’re just words,” he said calmly, his hand reaching over to rub lazy circles around her belly. “I will not love him any less just because he’s not my biological child.”

Zayne meant every word.

The moment the baby was born, after over twenty-six hours of labor, she watched as Zayne cradled the newborn with such tender care. Anyone who would see him hold the baby boy would never suspect that he wasn’t the father.

There were so many bittersweet feelings that lingered, the grip they had on her firm and unyielding. Never once did she dare to relinquish the guilt she carried.

She felt guilty for letting another man into her life again, feeling like she was betraying Caleb, letting the memory of him be overridden. She also felt guilty to Zayne, feeling like he was picking up the broken pieces of her and mending her back again to some semblance of a person but never completely whole. She felt guilty to both men. One for losing her heart to another and the other for never having her full heart as his alone.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

She gasped when the hospital bed shifted with Zayne’s sudden weight. He sat on the edge, the baby tucked in his arms protectively. He reached out and brushed away some of her tears. She hadn’t realized that she had started crying. She was feeling so many things at once all stemming from different origins.

She was exhausted from the long grueling hours of labor. She was emotionally overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the last nine months. She knew her hormones were still out of control, heightening everything she felt to an extreme degree.

“I’m just tired,” she fibbed weakly. The exhaustion on her face was clear as day. Zayne could sense she was withholding something from him, but he knew when to not pressure her. In due time, he knew she would open herself up more to him.

For now, he accepted her benign lie.

The baby started to fuss, alerting the both of them. Zayne chuckled and gently passed the newborn over to his mother.

“He must want his mama now,” Zayne said lightheartedly. He was startled when she started to tremble, droplets of her tears falling suddenly. She was trying to hold her emotions back, but something in the way Zayne spoke seemed to have triggered her.

He gathered her into his embrace and he shushed her gently. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

She shook her head and just cried against him. “I’m sorry… I’m just… I don’t feel like myself anymore.”

He sighed and kissed the top of her head. “Don’t force yourself,” he said softly. “You’ve been through a lot. You don’t need to be so harsh on yourself.”

It was tearing him apart inside to see her still so beaten down. He continued in the same soothing tone, “Just breathe.”

Slowly, she managed to compose herself. She stayed in his embrace, her eyes peering down at the sleeping baby in her arms, her breathing nearly stopping now that she fully looked at the newborn she carried.

“He looks like Caleb.”

“He does,” Zayne agreed, and he kissed the top of her head again, his hold on her just a bit tighter.

The baby looked like Caleb and as time passed, the little boy grew up behaving so similarly to the deceased man. She found both joy and heartbreak in this, feeling happy that Caleb continued to live on in this child, but also saddened that it was a reminder of who she had lost.

She supposed she would never let go of these feelings. It would be too heartless if she did.

“Daddy, apple!”

“Alright, alright,” Zayne said with a knowing smile as he carried in his arms the small toddler, the child’s bright demeanor and appearance reminiscent of little cherubs. He set the little boy on the counter as he retrieved an apple and washed it clean. He expertly peeled the skin before he cut the fruit up into small chunks.

“Say ‘ah’,” Zayne spoke as he guided the small chunk into the toddler’s eager mouth. He smiled as the boy clapped his hands together in pure delight at the sweet taste of the fresh fruit. “Is it good?”

The boy nodded excitedly. Once he swallowed, he pointed at his mouth again. “‘nother one, Daddy, pwease?”

Zayne chuckled and leaned down. “Can I have a kiss first?”

Immediately, the toddler pressed a wet kiss to Zayne’s cheek, giggling when Zayne suddenly tickled him. “Da-Daddy!”

Zayne laughed and hugged the child, kissing the top of his head before he composed himself again. “Alright, alright, Daddy won’t tickle you anymore. For now. Say ‘ah’.”

As he fed the toddler little bites, she walked in and stopped, her body leaning against the threshold to the kitchen with a fond smile.

Fatherhood looked good on Zayne. He had taken on the role so seamlessly, never once showing any resentment to the little boy that was not his. If anything, there was so much love and adoration in Zayne’s eyes and the way he cared for the child.

It dawned on her that Zayne had been in her son’s life from the beginning. He had cared for her throughout her pregnancy. He was the one who had spent many sleepless nights with a crying newborn so she could rest. He was there to nurse her son through his first fever.

Zayne was always there, always theirs.

So, when the little boy uttered his first word Dada, it shocked them both. When the child clung to Zayne, falling asleep in his safe embrace, they both realized this life they had come to build together was something beautiful.

They could make this work.

They could be a family of three.

It was going to be beautiful.

It had been several years since she had stepped foot back in Skyhaven, remembering old visits to see Caleb when he was studying here.

Caleb.

She sighed.

It had been a while since she had thought of him, or at the very least, in that way. There were so many things on her mind nowadays. The grief from his death would always stay with her, a throbbing pain that could never be dulled, but as time passed, she learned to live with this heartache. She had a child now—Caleb’s child—and the little boy deserved his mother’s whole attention.

She remade herself whole for her son’s sake, not wanting him to have an empty shell of a person for a mother. She also had Zayne by her side, wanting him to have someone who could love him the way he deserved. There were still so many people in the present needing her, she let herself slipped further away from the ghost of the past.

Around her neck, she still had Caleb’s necklace. It had come to be her comfort object, a charm of sorts to ground her when she was feeling lost in her head or needing some sort of reassurance.

Right now, she needed a lot of reassurances.

The current mission to infiltrate the Farspace Fleet was in jeopardy of being discovered. She had been discreet and blended in well for several weeks now, but one moment of carelessness had now secured her a place in an interrogation room where she was told the new colonel would question her himself.

Nothing, however, could prepare her when the door slid open, and a pair of old, familiar violet eyes stared her down coldly.

Ca-Caleb?

Her heart sped up, pounding against her chest as she stared in disbelief at the man before her.

“Is it really you? Ca—”

“Show some respect to the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel,” he said coldly, the authoritative tone had her frozen in her seat, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of this moment. The man before her was completely identical to her Caleb in both looks and voice, but the way he spoke and carried himself was not like her beloved.

Still, she wondered. Hoped, even.

She steadied her breathing before she questioned him hesitantly. “Sir, have we met before? You seem familiar…”

“You’re wrong.”

“…But you look exactly like someone I know!”

“Watch your mouth,” he said, nearly sneering. Then in a lower voice, he said, “There’s more than one pair of eyes observing you in this room.”

As this man was about to begin his interrogation, he noticed the necklace around her neck. He touched it, eyeing the pendant with an unreadable expression.

She spoke up, explaining, “…It belonged to someone from my childhood. He died in an explosion. Like the one in the Cascade District. I… I miss him.”

The colonel shifted his gaze to her, but his expression remained icy.

She continued, asking him, “Sir, can you tell me something? If that person hadn’t died, would he support me even now?”

He didn’t answer her directly, and instead redirected the conversation to the current interrogation. After placing a mood tracker on her, he began grilling her with a barrage of questions, his tone firm and unyielding.

Eventually, she managed to pass, the light in the interrogation room brightening and the colonel stepped forward from the shadow.

“You passed,” he said with a satisfied smile.

She felt irate. “You…”

“Surprised?” he asked, his tone much more lighthearted than it was a few minutes ago. He continued with that same teasing tone, “Sure, it’s been a while, but you already forgot about me?

She felt tears in her eyes, her chest tightening with pain. Her voice was shaky, in complete disbelief, as she questioned him hesitantly. “You… it’s you, right? Caleb.”

“Is there another me in the world?” he teased before his expression changed, looking worried. “Did I scare you?”

She immediately leapt to her feet, rushing to him. “It is you!” she cried out, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek, pausing at the last second as if she was afraid that if she tried to touch him, she would feel nothing, breaking whatever illusion she was seeing right now. “Caleb… I must be dreaming.”

He grabbed her hand before she could pull away, guiding it to his cheek as he smiled softly back to her. “It’s me…” he said, adding reassuringly, “It’s okay. I’m back.”

She started sobbing, falling into his arms, feeling his own hold on her tightening. It felt so warm and familiar, like home.

Like Caleb.

Suddenly, all of her heartaches and anguish disappeared.

He was alive. He was here, holding her again just like how he had always done. When he looked down, his gloved hand touched her chin, cradling it gently before he leaned forward, his lips pressing over hers in such a natural way as he had always done.

And she paused, remembering back home in Linkon, another man she had come to love was waiting for her, taking care of her child while she was away and fulfilling the role of father to her son, giving the boy a life he deserved.

She shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t pull herself away. There were so many voices in her head competing for dominance to be heard. Some admonished her relentlessly, tearing her to shreds with cruel, heartless words while others encouraged her to stay, to linger and give in to the temptation of her desires and yearning.

She felt a trickle of tears on her cheek as she hesitantly kissed Caleb back, her heart still bleeding for him, still remembering that he was hers just like he had always been.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing the tears. He brushed them away, his smile soft. “It’s okay, pipsqueak, I know this is a lot to take in and I will explain everything to you.”

She stayed in his warm embrace, cheek pressed close to his chest, and she listened. His heart was beating in his chest. He was standing here, holding her, his words warm and comforting.

Everything was still so surreal, feeling like she had stepped into an alternate reality, her mind still unable to comprehend this moment in time.

If this was just a dream, she wished to stay asleep for just a while longer. For one selfish instance, she wanted to disappear from the world, returning to Caleb and the secret paradise only they would ever know.

But it would never be like before.

In the farthest depths of her heart and mind, she knew it would never be like before.

Without thinking, she blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

Caleb looked down at her confused. “Why are you apologizing?”

She looked embarrassed. Quickly, she fibbed, “We had a fight before. I…we never made up.”

It took a while before Caleb remembered, nodding in understanding. “That was a long time ago,” he said, “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

She said nothing as he pulled her back into his orbit, his hold firm and secured, but in her mind, she apologized again. Whatever was brewing in the future was going to affect three childhood friends, and the ominous unknown scared her, knowing no matter how things played out, someone was going to get hurt and none of them would come out unscathed.

I’m sorry, Zayne.

Like a forbidden fruit, she greedily coveted Caleb’s kisses again, tasting sin on her lips as she began to tread down the path to damnation, willfully blinding herself to the destruction that awaited in her future.

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Honey Girl.

Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.1k

Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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next chapter (two).

Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/

An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.

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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.

"Babe! Babe! Babe!"

"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"

You can guess. In fact, you already have.

Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.

You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.

You wish people would shut up about it.

The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.

You fall into the latter.

You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.

You're not sure you ever want it to happen.

The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.

Not everyone shares the same sentiment.

"Babe, you still there?"

Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"

You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.

"Sure. I'll see you in ten."

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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."

You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.

"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.

The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.

"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"

She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.

"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."

As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."

"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.

"Like fucking magic."

You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.

"Magic?" you prompt.

"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"

She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.

"So, what's his name? What's he like?"

"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"

"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.

"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."

You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.

"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"

"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."

You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.

"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"

"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."

Jackpot. She's read you like a book.

"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"

"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"

"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"

You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.

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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.

"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."

"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."

Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.

"Hi, Mama."

"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."

She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.

"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."

"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."

She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.

"You've poured four, Mama."

"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."

"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."

"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"

She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.

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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.

Your Dad's best friend.

They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.

He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.

Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.

She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.

It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.

A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.

Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.

Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.

Might as well make the most of the freedom.

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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.

"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.

"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.

"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.

"I brought your favourite, Lori."

"So did I," you echo, laughing.

"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"

"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."

"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.

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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.

The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.

"Lacie got Tethered."

"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.

"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.

"Tell me about it."

"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."

"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."

"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."

"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."

"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."

"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."

"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."

"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.

And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.

"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.

"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."

You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.

"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."

You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.

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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.

"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.

"You got big late night plans?" you tease.

"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."

Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.

"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"

"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."

"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.

You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.

"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.

"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"

They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.

"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.

"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.

"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.

"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.

"Maybe?" he smirks.

"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."

"Like hell you will," he grumbles.

You quirk a brow in confusion.

"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."

You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.

"Why don't we go somewhere?"

"Where?" you ask tentatively.

"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"

You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

"I fucking love the beach."

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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.

The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.

The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.

A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.

"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."

He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."

Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.

"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."

"And what is this?"

"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."

You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.

"Me too," he whispers.

You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.

"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."

You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.

"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"

He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.

"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."

"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.

"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."

You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.

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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.

"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"

"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."

He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.

"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.

"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."

"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."

You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.

"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."

"You're the best, sugar."

You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.

"Nope. You?"

"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"

The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?

"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."

"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.

Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.

"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"

You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.

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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."

He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.

"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.

"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.

Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.

"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."

You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.

"Woah, easy. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.

He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.

And then, it happens.

Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.

Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.

Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.

After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.

You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.

He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.

You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.

He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.

"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.

A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.

"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."

Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.

You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.

You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.

Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.

You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.

A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.

"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."

"My soulmate," you whisper.

The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.

Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.

"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.

He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.

"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."

"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.

"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."

You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.

You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.

"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.

"My honey girl."

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