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rinneroraito · 1 year ago

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muLtitasking

Work and pleasure don't mix, or do they? NSFW L x Female reader, 2K+ words, no protection

It's one of those nights for L ever since he has experienced you. Sure, it wasn't something he really sought out before, but there was the afterglow and the evident feeling of his mind being refreshed after a good session with you that he had come to appreciate the benefits of sex. He needs a quick reset, and he's quite sure you'll help him with it. Hopping off of his swivel chair, he makes his way to your side of the office.

"Y/N come with me, please,” He briefly glances at the other Task Force Members who were going about with their own duties. "I require your assistance."

You were in the middle of organizing files and have been looking for an excuse to get away from the boring menial task so as soon as L calls you out, you don't even care that some of the folders fall off the table when you leave your desk. He needed your assistance, and you knew exactly what he meant.

His lips find yours immediately after the door to his room closes. L holds your face close with both of his hands, palms flush against your cheeks, fingers caressing the outlines of your jaw, the underside of your ear. It’s something he had grown comfortable doing ever since you started being intimate with each other. You notice the faint taste of black tea on his tongue as the kiss grows deeper and then he suddenly pulls back, wide piercing eyes full of want gazing at you.

"My apologies for immediately starting, I haven't even asked properly yet. Would you like to have se-"

"Yes," you reply, cutting him off, feeling your cheeks burn from the blood rushing to your face. "Yes, I would like to. You don’t have to ask every time, silly."

“I know, but obtaining your consent every time is of paramount importance to me.”

“Alright… I mean, it is hot when you ask,” you reach out to rake the strands of hair on his forehead before settling your hand on his cheek. Despite the deep shadows under his eyes and his gaunt features, he was still extremely attractive. L closes his eyes at the warmth of your palm, god, you loved looking at him. You notice that his cheeks are slightly flushed. Seems like you weren’t the only one whose blood was rushing to places.

"Very well, thank you for indulging me," he answers, smiling slightly as he leads you to the bed.

After a few more kisses your clothes come away and L finds himself under you as you straddle him. He has openly expressed how he liked this arrangement because seeing you grind while on top of him was "a very stimulating experience" and "increases enjoyment by a factor of 90%" as he says. You dive into the crook of his neck, your breasts pressing firmly on his chest as you plant gentle kisses along the length of his throat. The feeling teases a sigh out of him that quickly turns into a hiss the moment your tongue starts making contact with his skin.

"Th-that feels.... Good," he says almost breathlessly, his hands firm on your hips as you gently edge your drenched pussy along his hardening cock.

“You like that?”

"Y-yes, keep going… please…"

He's very vocal when you have sex, extremely appreciative, always telling you what feels good for him and also always making sure you feel good, too, when it's his turn to pleasure you. It's something you liked a lot about him, you never have to guess because he'll just tell you.

L writhes against the irresistible invitation of your wet cunt, finding just the right angle to take you in. He struggles at this for a bit because you've started digging your teeth lightly into his neck. You’re filling his senses right now and for a moment he considers that you might be all he needs, your touch, your scent, your taste. The way your mouth set fire on his skin, your fingers traversing the length of his arms, the way your hair caressed him as it fell over your faces and the faint scent of your shampoo. It’s addicting, you were addicting. The sensations are becoming unbearable at this point and he just wants to bury himself inside you where it's hot and wet and fills his head with something other than cases to be solved.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

"You don't need to say it, L just ah-"

Your sentence gets caught in your breath as he bucks into you, sheathing himself right at the hilt. There's a self-satisfied smile on his face when you look down at him as you straighten yourself away from his neck. He continues to stare at you when he pulls himself out and pushes himself back in, relishing in how easy it was for him to just sink himself inside you because of your sopping wetness, basking in the way your eyelids flutter and face contorted in pleasure.

"You f-feel... Incredible... Keep your eyes open for me, alright?"

"G-god, you’re… Haahn… Cheeky," you respond as his pace starts to pick up and you steady yourself on your arms.

Then, amidst the throes of passion within his dimly lit room, a blaring sound breaks. His ring tone.

There's evident annoyance on his face as he hears his phone. Could there have been something he has forgotten? Or maybe it's an important update? He halts from his motions and reaches down to the side of the bed where his jeans were, taking out his phone and an earpiece.

"Excuse me, it's Watari, I'll be needing to take this call."

"Oh, okay. Would you like me to get off of you?"

"No, just stay quiet for me," he presses the screen to his smartphone to take the call, places it right next to his head on the pillow and wears the earpiece on his right ear.

"Watari, talk to me." His grip returns to your waist, keeping you in place. Work was important, but so were getting you to finish. And since you’ve already started, L figured multitasking would be a good choice.

Your eyes widened as he resumed thrusting himself up into you while he conversed with his handler.

"That's good to know. Have you asked about how they'll be documenting it?"

His dark eyes stay on you as you bring a hand up to squeeze your mouth shut, his pace increasing. Was L really fucking you while talking about an important update in the investigation? Dear god, it's taking all of your concentration not to let a sound out. Your moans are converted into sharp exhales and he looks up at you, severely entertained by the state you were in.

"I advice that a camera should be on each prisoner as they write each other's name, also I might need to think up of a specific hmm," he hums softly, closing his eyes for a moment as he feels you clenching around his cock, "gesture for them to do to for further proof that it is indeed the pages from the notebook that executes them."

Seeing him get distracted for a moment instills some mischief in you and you lean down towards him, kissing his lips briefly before your tongue sought out his neck again.

“Two can play that game,” you purr directly into his left ear before licking the shell-like structure of his helix.

L's breath caught in his throat as he listened to Watari's reply on the other end. He hears you giggling softly, his hold growing firmer around your hips as he thrusted himself deeper into you.

"Good. Could you please confirm which UN officials will be present for the viewing?"

The saltiness of his sweat fills your tongue as you slide it firmly along the groove of his neck. You could feel him struggle to keep his composure, his motions becoming erratic.

"Well," he exhales a quiet and ragged sigh before he continues speaking. "Kindly resend the invitation citing how extremely important their presence would be for the viewing. It is for their benefit also. We're going to need as many of the representatives if not all of them," his eyebrows knit as he pulls himself together, feeling your teeth graze the sensitive length of his throat. "To witness the notebook's capabilities. Yes, they can send a proxy, as long as there’s a representative."

It was honestly, extremely hot how L's still able to speak in his usual monotone and complete sentences even while you were in the midst of fornication. You trail your tongue further up his neck, into his ear again where you nibbled on his earlobe. He swallows a groan back as he feels your warm breath and mouth on his ear, his hips continuing to buck into you.

"Alright. Call me again when the rest of the representatives respond and the schedule is confirmed. Thank you."

The call ends and you whisper into his ear.

"Y-you're a menace, L..."

"Says the person who, ahn, made it more challenging for me to speak," he replies, his thrusts faster. "I could, mmh, feel that you were enjoying it as much as I was, you were, haah, contracting around me every time I spoke..."

You lean away from L's neck to look at him, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, eyes dark and glassy, mouth hanging open as he draws a breath every time he pumps his cock into your dripping pussy. He’s an electrifying mess right now, and the sight of him is enough to get you close to coming undone.

"Y-you're just so-oh, hot,” you manage to whimper out, muscles straining. His thrusts were desperate now, too, fingers digging into your sides. “F-fuck... L... coming..."

"Me too…” he cranes his neck forward to you, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. “K-kiss me right now, please..."

You meet his lips again in a heated kiss, tongues lapping each other up as he practically lifts himself off the bed to plunge himself into you as deep as he could go. Your moans are muffled into his mouth, knuckles turning white as you squeeze the pillowcase around his head, toes curling on his bedsheet as you feel him pulse right inside you filling you up, your walls contracting around him. L groans heavily into your lips, arms now wrapped so tight around your waist that it almost seemed like you were a part of him that he needed so he could keep himself together. You shudder into each other, savoring every second of blissful release.

A string of saliva connects you both briefly as you pull away and he eases himself back down on the bed, arms keeping you tethered to him, breathy sighs filling the corners of his room as your nerves lull into composure.

"I might need more than one round to clear my head,” He says after a few seconds of catching his breath. “I'm still thinking of work for some reason."

"No shit, Sherlock, you just took a call. So much for mixing work and pleasure."

“Ah, well, I didn’t want to interrupt what we had already started. It all worked out in the end, didn’t it? And you enjoyed yourself, too.”

“Good god, you’re impossible.”

L chuckles briefly at your statement, a sound he seemed to reserve only for moments with you. Smiling down at him you take his phone from where he set it on his pillow and hand it to him.

"Don't take any more calls for the night, as much as that was extremely exciting earlier, it's not safe for work," you say, reaching for the earpiece on his ear and dropping it off to where his jeans were.

"Ooh, word play."

You share a quiet laughter as he manipulates the settings on his phone. He then tosses it to the side and invites you to kiss him again by pressing your back down towards him. He was still laughing when your lips met, so instead of kissing him deeper, you pepper his face with kisses instead. There was this giddy feeling beyond the afterglow that he couldn’t place yet but as you held his face in your hands and continued to peck his cheeks with your lips, all he knew was that this was a moment he needed. And that you, in all that you were, desired him just as much as he did.

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dblk-archives · 10 months ago

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Like fear, like love.

Summary: Some of the diaboys comforting you when you have an anxiety/panic attack.

Characters: Shu Sakamaki, Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki, Ruki Mukami, Kou Mukami, Yuma Mukami, Azusa Mukami, gn! reader.

Tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of anxiety.

❀ Shu Sakamaki.

“The grounding warmth of a blanket in the cold hours of dawn; vivid sun hues on the dull horizon.”

When you are scared or anxious, Shu is the type to pull you down into bed (or whichever random place he happened to fall asleep at) with him. Even if he seems unbothered, his heart literally breaks when he sees you going through trying times.

So he tries to do for you what works for him; trying to get you to rest, even sharing his earphones with you, the soothing notes of a classical melody lulling you into dreams with him.

And you can’t see it, but his ocean eyes soften when you finally calm down, having fallen asleep with your hand still in his.

His free hand brushes stray hairs away from your eyes,

“Sweet dreams.” He murmurs.

Even though he doesn’t like to see you suffer, he’s happy he can take care of you.

❀ Ayato Sakamaki.

“Sparks of a crackling fire, propagating against the rain, brighter than lightning.”

At first glance, Ayato might not seem like the mist detail-oriented guy, but he is pretty perceptive and intelligent despite his silly moments (and he is not given enough credit for it!)

Especially, when it comes to your feelings and little shifts in your mood.

Initially, he tries to lighten the mood with his usual “Oi, you should be happier to be in the presence of Ore-sama, why are you looking so depressed?”

But when all you give him is a meek hum, then you can see a concerned crease between his brows, that cute expression he does where he goes wide eyed and pouts a little.

The redhead wraps his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder, a silent invitation to play with his hair, to keep you distracted.

“If something’s happened, you know I, the great Ayato, will protect you.”

❀ Laito Sakamaki.

“The language of wordless lips over heated skin, the unholy touch of deft hands in the dark.”

Laito’s probably the most versed in understanding another’s feelings out of everyone here. A subtle change in the way you move and carry yourself, the small crease in between your brows, or the way your jaw tightens; those speak volumes to him, and he knows right away that something is not right.

He tries to distract you in the way he knows better: sultry words whispered in your ear, in the dim light of his bedroom; his hand sneaking beneath your shirt, lingering dangerously low on your hips; his sensuous lips trailing your neck and shoulder, pointed fangs sinking in your skin, the afterglow of his kisses ardently addictive.

You try to stop him at first, not because you dislike what he’s doing, but rather that you don’t want to burden him.

To bring back the memories.

To make him feel like you’re just using him to relieve your tension.

Of course, he notices that, too.

“You’re nothing like her, bitch-chan.” He whispers in between lovebites. “So for tonight, give into me, okay? Nfu ~”

❀ Subaru Sakamaki.

“The tender brush of white rose petals scattered into the night, their familiar sweet scent fending off eternal shadows.”

When you’re upset or dark thoughts have you overthinking, the first thing that crosses Subaru’s mind is “is this my fault?”

For a moment, he starts fearing for the worst himself, did he upset you in any way? Did his tainted self hurt you? Would you be better off without him?

However, all of those ideas die out as soon as you cling to him, your face buried in his chest, his cheeks blooming in pretty rose.

Subaru hesitates for a moment, but then he holds you, even if a little awkward at first.

Needless to say, he wants to punch anyone and anything that made you feel so anxious, but you need him now, in the same way he’s needed you on endless nights when all he knew was despair.

“I love you.” He whispers softly, crimson eyes closing as he nuzzles into your hair, leaving the softest of kisses there. “I’m here.”

❀ Ruki Mukami.

“The soothing truth of irrefutable words set in stone; the softness of blackened feathers; white crows guiding you home.”

Honestly, Ruki is one of the best people to assuage the intrusive thoughts plaguing your mind. Not because he is the most affectionate or soft, far from it, but because the logic he uses to make you see you’ll be okay is pretty much absolute.

Your own doubts scatter away, washed away by the night reflected in the deep ocean of his eyes. Somehow, he always has the power to make you feel like you’ll be safe as long as you stay by his side.

Of course, Ruki won’t leave you alone either. He’ll pull you into his lap while he reads a book, even read it out loud for you if you ask him.

“You’ll be safe with me, livestock. As long as you have your master to protect you, no harm will come your way.”

❀ Kou Mukami.

“A happy melody with lyrics that accompany your tears; not in tune, but a game of opposites, as if understanding you, setting your sights on blue skies after a downpour.”

Kou is another one who will notice right away if your mood shifts. Not just because of his eye; he doesn’t quite need to use it when it’s you.

Even if he now stands on the brightest stages, he knows pain like no other, and he doesn’t like that look on you.

You are his bluest sky. To see it covered by stormy clouds… It makes him sad. Though because he is a performer, he knows how to distract you from your endless night.

He brings you roses or any little gift he noticed you eyeing another time; similarly to Laito, he’ll resort to physical affection and naughty touches if you’re in the mood.

But you always told him you love his voice, so now, he sings for his favorite audience: you and only you. He’ll teach you to dance like he does if you’re in the mood too, catching you securely in his arms when you trip, teasing you.

“My M-neko-chan is the cutest when they smile… You are my favorite sky, okay? Never forget it.” He tells you, as he kisses the corner of your lips.

❀ Yuma Mukami.

“The familiar scent of a fireplace in the home you’ve so longed for; he is the warmth of the sun on your back and the hues of rustling leaves in late summer.”

“Oi, sow, why do you look so depressed?”

His rough voice is blazing sunshine amidst thick tree canopies.

He’s noticed you staring at nothing and probably thinking about too much as you help him in the garden.

He’s noticed the iron grip you have in the basket of tomatoes, the one now in your hand threatening to be crushed.

He’s noticed the trembling of your form.

He’s noticed you are not acting like yourself right now.

And Yuma can’t stand it. Like the unforgiving freeze of a clouded dawn making flowers wither, he won’t allow for the rose petals you put in his life to never bloom again.

So, as he always does, he lets his actions speak volumes.

Taking the basket from your trembling hands, he gently throws you over his shoulder. Bathed in the last of the sun’s golden glow, he begins the short trek back to the manor.

“I won’t let anything happen to ya, ya hear me? So stop bein’ so sad, I’m here.”

❀ Azusa Mukami.

“He is the softness of clean gauze over your sore hands; a flutter of butterfly wings brushing your cheek as you wake from a sweet dream.”

Azusa is very attentive, so he can tell the little shifts in your mood when fear wraps their cruel claws around you.

At first, he’ll try to distract you, showing you his knife collection and telling you about the story of each one.

That helps a little, gentle smiles tugging at your lips every now and then as you see him excited to tell you about them.

But he knows that is not enough, that you’re still worried; your mind, a tapestry of criss-cross throbbing wounds.

So he’ll patch them up, no matter how long it takes for the turbulent flow of blood to stop.

He’ll hold you from behind, his ever tranquil heartbeat warm and soothing against your back.

“Eve… You deserve to be happy… My Eve is always beautiful… But I like you happy the most…”

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tokkiwrites · 9 months ago

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𝚄𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚢 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗. (2)

mom's fiancé/bf! joel miller x f! reader • part one here

Summary: Your mom's new fiancé, Joel Miller, is the kind of man you could never shake out of your mind—rugged, rough, and embodiment of your long-buried fantasies. He's been your next-door neighbor for years, and the crush you harbored through your teenage years never really faded. Now, he's with your mom, and they're planning to get married. You should want her to be happy, but you can't ignore the tension growing between you and Joel. It's something that was never meant to happen. But as you uncover Joel's true motives for being with your mom, you realize maybe your feelings weren't one-sided after all. And maybe, despite everything, you’re the one he really wants. tags: stepcest kind of, age gap (reader is in her mid 20s and joel in his mid 40s), forbidden romance, emotional conflict, slow burn, sexual tension, complicated family dynamics, heartbreak, Joel being an emotionally complicated bastard, ANGST, cheating, infidelity, nsfw, head f receiving, p in v unprotected, breeding kink, cum eating & fingering for like a sentence. /ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ authors note 𑁯 ✿ you asked, and i delivered. PART TWO IS HERE YALL. i hope I didn't let you down :( 5.52k words of pure wrongness, but hey, it's joel, so it's okay (haha, not). not proofread, so if you see any errors, just close your eyes pls thank you.

The weight of that night lingered in every breath you took. The memory of Joel's touch, his hands tracing every inch of your body, had seared itself into your skin, refusing to fade. It wasn't just the physicalㅡ it was the way his voice had trembled when he whispered your name. The way he'd held you like you were something sacred something he couldn't afford to lose. But you both knew that after last night, everything had changed. There was no going back

The secret you now carried inside you was heavier, pulling you further into an abyss you couldn't climb out of. And the worst part? You wanted more. Now that, you had tasted what it felt like to have him, the craving for him was worse than ever. You were addicted. The first morning without him felt empty wrong. You should have been able to bury the night, to bury the guilt, but instead, it gnawed at you, weaving into the longing that wrapped itself around your chest like a vice. You scrolled through your phone again, reading the last text he had sent.

• miss you, baby. I can't stop thinking about you. Wish it was you here with me.

your heart twisted in your chest as you read it again, your fingers hovering over the screen, aching to respond. He was gone. He had left early that morning with your mother, whisked away on a honeymoon that was supposed to be filled with love and joy: A honeymoon that, in a cruel twist of fate, was meant to celebrate his new life with her.

But here he was, texting you and you couldn't help but answer the pull that tied you to him. You could practically hear his voice when you read his words, feel the roughness of his hand brushing against your skin in the way your body still hummed with

the memory of him, and your cunt still felt him deep inside of you. Your fingers shook as you typed your response:

• I miss you too.

You stared at the words, hating yourself for them, but unable to stop. You hit send before you could think twice. A sick sort of thrill coursed through you as you imagined him reading it, imagined him lying next to your mother, his phone lighting up with your message, pulling him back to you even from miles away.

You had woken up in his arms, tangled in the sheets, the air between you still thundering with the afterglow of the forbidden but impossibly sweet. You had watched him get dressed in silence, his eyes lingering or you with a mixture of longing and regret before he had leaned down, kissed you hard, and whispered, "This changes everything." that it had. You hadn't stopped thinking about him a second since. But the worst part was, neither had he. Another message came through, lighting up your phone, pulling you from your thoughts.

• I need you. Being here with her feels wrong, baby. don't know how I'm gonna survive his week without touching you. ❤️

your breath caught in your throat as yot read it, heat blooming low in your belly. He missed you. He wanted you. Even while he was supposed to be with her, on their honeymoon, he was thinking about you.

You hated the way it thrilled you, how the hought of him being with your mother didn't make you sick with jealousy, but instead only intensified the twisted longing that had wrapped itself around your heart. You knew it was wrong, god, it was so wrong, but now that you'd had him, you couldn't stop wanting more. You typed back, your fingers moving quickly, not giving yourself a chance to reconsider.

• need you, joel, I dunno know how to do this.

the truth of those words settled over you. you didn't know how to do this. how to navigate this mess of secrets and lies, of immense guilt. All you knew was that the need for him hadn't gone away: it had only grown stronger. As you waited for his response, you lay back in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. you mind replaying every moment of the night before. Your phone buzzed again.

• ill find a way for us to be together.

it was insane. It was dangerous. But he means it. And so did you. this impossibly tangled knot that you couldn't unravel, no matter how hard you tried. And part of you didn't want to. You wanted him. Still. More now than ever.

Your phone vibrated once more

•When I get back, I need to see you. Alone We'll figure this out, I promise.

You were already too far gone

Joel’s name lit up your phone screen, the buzzing pulling you from your thoughts. It was a shock, seeing him call. You hesitated for a moment, your thumb hovering over the screen, before finally answering. “Hey,” you said softly, your voice shaking slightly. “Hi, baby.." Joel’s voice came through low and rough, like gravel under your feet. There was a pause before he spoke again, the silence thick. “I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to hear your voice.”

Your heart plummeted at his words. The sound of his voice alone sent a shiver through you, bringing back everything from the night before—the touch of his hands, the way he’d kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, the feeling of him filling you up. You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whine. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confessed. There was a soft sound from him, almost like a groan, the tension in his voice unmistakable. “I’ve been thinking about you too, baby. I can’t stop. You under me like that, full of my cockㅡ it’s all I can think about. I keep replaying it. I miss you so much.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Hearing him say it made it all so real, the intensity of it, the wrongness, and yet how much you both wanted it anyway. You squeezed your eyes shut, the memory of his hands on you still fresh, your skin tingling. “It’s been so hard," you whispered. “ I hate that you’re there with her...” The words slipped your lips before you could process them. He exhaled deeply, like he was struggling to hold himself back. “I know,” he muttered, his voice tight. “I’m trying to be here, I really am, but all I can think about is you. You’re all I want. I wish I was with you right now, not here.”

What he was saying hit you hard. He was supposed to be on his honeymoon, with your mother. But here he was, calling you, telling you how much he missed you, how much he wanted to touch you, hear you moan his name again. It was twisted, but you couldn’t deny the way it made you feel—desired, important, needed. “Joel...” You didn’t even know what you were asking for. You just wanted to hear him say more, to fill the aching silence between you. “I can’t stand being away from you,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Being here with her… it’s all wrong. 'm thinkin' about you the whole time. I want to be with you, not hidin' this.” The admission made your heart race, your body responding to the urgency in his words. You sat up on your bed, the phone pressed tight against your ear, needing to hear more.

“I need you,” you whispered, not caring anymore about what it meant. “I don’t know how to stop wanting you, Joel. I made everything worse. I don’t know what to do.” Joel’s voice came through soft but strained. “I don’t want you to stop. I don’t want this to end. I need you too, baby. I’ve needed you for so long, and now that I’ve had you…” He trailed off, breathing heavy on the other end of the line. “I can’t stop thinking about it. About us. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this week without you.”

Your heart ached hearing him say it. You imagined him there, lying next to your mother, feeling the same torment that was tearing you apart. The thought should have made you feel worse, but all it did was make you crave him more. “When you get back...” you began, your voice unsteady. “What’s going to happen?” There was a pause, tension .” I don't know, little girl. But I need my hands on you again, feel you around me, kiss yaㅡ we'll figure it out."

Before you could respond, you heard a faint sound in the background—your mother’s voice, calling for him. Your stomach twisted, the weight of everything crashing down on you. You felt like throwing up. He was still with her, still living this life he didn’t want, while you waited, caught in the middle of it all. “I have to go,” Joel said quickly, his voice urgent. “But I’ll call you again. I miss you, baby. We’ll figure this out.”

And then the line went dead.

You stared at the phone in your hand, the silence deafening. Your mind raced, thoughts tumbling over one another, but all you could think about was him—how much you still wanted him, even knowing how wrong it was. The pull between you was too strong, and you didn’t know how to stop. his last words were ringing in your ears—“We’ll figure this out.” But would you? Could you?

Your hand shook as you placed the phone down, the weight of everything suddenly pressing down on you with crushing force. The room felt colder, emptier, like all the air had been sucked out the moment his voice disappeared from the other end of the line. You had been holding it together, balancing the edge of something dangerous and intoxicating, but now, in the quiet of your room, the dam finally broke. You pressed your palms to your face, feeling the burn of tears already welling in your eyes. You couldn’t stop it. The guilt, the longing, the impossibility of it all—it came crashing down like a wave, and you were powerless against it.

A sob escaped your throat, low and broken, as you curled into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest. The tears came hot and fast, spilling down your cheeks in heavy streams. You didn’t even try to hold them back. You wiped at your eyes, but the tears kept falling, your breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. You hated this—hated how torn you felt. Hated that, despite knowing how wrong it was, you couldn’t stop wanting him. It made everything feel impossible. You wanted him so badly, it ached. But the guilt—it clung to you, wrapped itself around your heart and squeezed, suffocating you with its weight.

The sobs came harder, your body trembling as you rocked yourself, trying to find some sort of release from the storm inside you. The image of Joel lying beside your mother, on their honeymoon, gnawed at you, twisting the knife deeper into your chest. How had you let it come to this? How had you fallen so far, wanting something you knew you could never truly have?

But even through the disgust, through the pain, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His voice, his touch, the way he had looked at you. It had felt real. Too real. And now it was like you were caught in a spiral, unable to pull yourself out. You cried harder, the sound of your sobs filling the quiet room, your heart breaking under the weight of it all. You pressed your face into your knees, feeling the dampness of your tears soak through the fabric of your jeans.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You had wanted to make your mother happy, to stay away, to be the good daughter. But Joel—he had always been the one thing you couldn’t resist. And now that you had crossed that line, there was no going back.

The phone buzzed softly beside you, the screen lighting up with a new message. You didn’t need to look at it to know who it was. Even now, your heart still reached for him, wanting more of the thing that was tearing you apart. But you couldn’t. Not right now.

So, you sat there, curled up in your bed, crying alone, knowing that despite everything, despite the pain, you were already too deep. And you weren’t sure how to climb out.

the time slipped through your fingers.

The sun had barely set when you heard the familiar sound of tires crunching on the gravel outside. Your heart raced in your chest as you glanced out the window, the bright glow of the headlights cutting through the dusk. Joel’s truck. They were back. He was back. you hated that he had to go away for work so often. even though the honeymoon ended early, he had to leave again for something regarding his job, so this was the first time you saw him in weeks.

The past week had felt endless—long days filled with quiet moments where you found yourself staring at your phone, hoping for a message that never came. After that phone call, everything had felt suspended, like you were teetering on the edge of something you could never go back from. You had tried to keep yourself busy, but every time your mind wandered, it drifted back to him—the sound of his voice, the memory of his touch. The longing, the guilt, the jealousy... it was all there, swirling together in a storm you couldn’t control.

You stood by the window, watching as Joel’s truck pulled into the driveway next to your mother’s. He climbed out, his tall figure silhouetted against the setting sun, a bag slung over his shoulder. You saw him exchange a few words with your mother, who was already standing on the porch, a wide smile on her face as she rushed over to greet him.

You blinked, shaking off the sudden wave of jealousy that washed over you. Stop it, you told yourself. She’s your mother, and he’s with her. You pulled away from the window, trying to steady your breath. But it didn’t help. The pit in your stomach only grew deeper. You couldn’t escape the feeling—the weight of what had happened, the shame that gnawed at you. You had always known this day would come, but that didn’t make it easier to face.

The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden. You froze for a second, your heart thudding against your ribs. Your mother called out, “I’ll get it!” But you knew it wasn’t her who he had come for. it was you. so you rushed in front of her, muttering a soft "i got it." When you opened the door, you saw him standing there, looking every bit like the man you had spent the last weeks fantasizing about. His dark hair was tousled, his eyes still shadowed from the exhaustion of travel, but there was something else—something hungry.

He was wearing a simple flannel, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, calloused forearms. He looked worn, but somehow more real than before. More him. You could feel your nipples harden at his sight. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice low.

You nodded, feeling the tension coil tighter between you. For a moment, neither of you said anything—just stood there, caught in the gravity of what had happened, what you both knew but weren’t quite ready to speak.

Your mother’s voice interrupted the silence. "Come on in," she called out from the living room. "I was just looking at the pictures from the trip. Joel, why don’t you show her the ones we took from the beach?" Joel glanced at you, his eyes searching your face, but you forced yourself to smile, hiding the turbulence inside. You could already feel it— those pictures, the idea of him sharing his time with her, touching her, laughing and smiling while you were here, waiting, stuck between two worlds.

As you stepped into the living room, Joel followed, and your mother handed him a small photo album that just came in the mail with a beaming smile. "Look at this one, Joel. It’s from the sunset on the beach. I swear, the sky was never so perfect!" she exclaimed before heading to the kitchen to make some drinks for the three of you. Joel opened the album, flipping through the pictures. There they were—Joel and your mother, side by side, arms wrapped around each other, smiling as they stood by the ocean. You could see the joy in your mother’s face—the happiness you had always wanted for her, but it still stung. The sight of them together made your chest tighten with something you didn’t want to acknowledge. were you jealous?

Joel glanced up at you, sensing your discomfort. He cleared his throat, his voice lower than usual, as if he was trying to say something that hadn’t quite formed yet. "I missed you," he said quietly, glancing back at the pictures.

You stared at the photo of Joel and your mother standing on the beach, their hands intertwined. The image of them together, so carefree and happy, only deepened the ache inside you. You clenched your jaw, feeling the jealousy flare up—jealous of the way they had spent those days together. Jealous that he had touched her, laughed with her, shared moments you had longed for. He caught the shift in your mood, the way your eyes narrowed at the pictures. You couldn’t hide it. Joel stepped closer, his tone more serious now. "Hey, don’t look at it like that. babyㅡ"

You blinked, feeling the sting of unshed tears. "Like what?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt in your voice. "Like I’m..." He paused, his eyes searching yours, his hand hovering, almost as if he wanted to reach out but stopped himself. "Like I was with her, and not with you."

"But you were." You blurt it out.

Your heart hammered in your chest. The way he said it made the jealousy bubble up even more, but there was something else in his voice too—something like regret, like he was just starting to feel what had happened between the two of you. "I just..." You swallowed hard, your throat tight with emotion. "I can’t do this, Joel. Seeing you with herㅡ it hurts."

Joel’s face softened, and he took a step closer, his hand finally finding yours. His touch was grounding, reassuring in a way you hadn’t expected. "Hey, look at me," he said softly. "It wasn’t like that. I’m with her, sure. I promised her, and I’m tryin' to be a good man for her, but it’s not the same. You’re different. You’ve got a hold on me, baby. on my soul and heart. I can’t explain it.." You stared at him, your heart a mess of confusion and desire. His words sent a wave of relief through you, but it didn’t erase the pain. You wanted him, but he was still bound to your mother, and that fact ate at you from the inside out.

"I can’t pretend," Joel said, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. "it’s not something I can just ignore. And I won’t let it destroy you or me. It’s just... hard to figure out where to go from here." Your breath caught in your throat. "I don’t want to lose you," you whispered. "But I don’t know how to do this—how to live in this space between what’s right and what feels so damn wrong."

Joel’s expression darkened for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on him as well. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. "I know it’s messy," he murmured. "But it’s not goin' anywhere. I’m not goin' anywhere."

There was no easy answer, no clear path to walk. But in that moment, as you stood in the same room as Joel and your mother, no matter how hard you tried to fight it, you knew that whatever happened, you couldn’t walk away from him.

Not now. Not ever.

The early evening sun cast a golden glow across the kitchen as your mom stood in front of the mirror, giving herself one last look before grabbing her purse. She hummed to herself, the excitement of her night out with friends clear in her every movement. She was still glowing from the wedding, from the honeymoon. The happiness on her face felt like a knife in your chest.

"You're sure you'll be alright here?" she asked, her voice light, not really expecting a different answer from you. " I won't be too late." You nodded, trying your best to keep your smile steady. "Yeah, Mom. We'll be fine. You deserve to have fun." Your mom turned to Joel, who was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, his hands tucked into his pockets. "And you.." she teased, stepping closer to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I know you're not much of a party guy. Try not to be too boring while l'm gone."

Joel chuckled lightly, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. "I'Il behave,"' he promised, though his eyes flicked toward you for just a moment. a brief, loaded glance that made your heart flutter.

Your mom laughed, oblivious to the tension in the room, as she slung her purse over her shoulder. "Alright, don't wait up for me. I'll be back later." She waved, her heels clickingsoftly against the floor as she headed out the door.

The sound of the car starting up, the engine humming, and the tires rolling down the driveway were the last reminders of her presence before the house fell into silence. The quiet between you and Joel was immediate, heavy, as if the very walls of the house knew something had shifted. You stood there, not sure what to do. "Guess it's just us now," Joel said, his voice low, rough around the edges. He knew what he was doing. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Yeah... just us." You could feel his eyes on you, the same gaze that always seemed to see right through to the heart of you, the gaze that made you feel vulnerable exposed.

Joel pushed off from the counter, taking a few slow steps toward you. His movements were deliberate, careful. "You alright, baby?" You looked away, trying to gather your thoughts, trying to pull together some semblance of control, but it was no use. "I thought i could handle it, being here with you..." Joel's jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's been hard for me too," he said quietly, his voice strained. He reached out slowly, his hand brushing your arm, the touch so soft it sent a shiver through you. "This whole thing," he muttered, his eyes dark, intense, "it's not what I thought it would be. Not with you here. It ain't easy for me either."

Your pulse raced as you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "I don't know how to stop," you whispered, your voice trembling. Joel's hand moved to your waist, his grip gentle but firm. His touch was warm, grounding, but the fire between you was undeniable. "I can't stop." he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "i've tried, but..."

He trailed off, his eyes flicking to your lips. You could feel the pull between you growing stronger, the tension wrapping tighter around you, making it harder to breathe. "Joel.." you gasped, not sure what you were asking for. "I know, baby.." you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. "I need you." you finally muster some courage. Joel's eyes darkened at your words, and before you knew it, his lips were on yoursㅡ soft at first, tentative, but when he felt you respond, the kiss deepened. His hand moved up your back, up into your hair, pulling you closer, his touch igniting something inside you that you had been trying to keep buried.

The kiss was everything you had been wanting, everything you had been denying yourself. It was soft but intense, slow but deliberate, and it left you breathless. But even as you kissed him, even as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him, the reality of it all lingered in the back of your mind.

you pull back for a second. "We shouldn't be doing this." Joel's grip tightened on you, his eyes searching yours. "i know, darli'. we shouldn't." He pulled you in again, his lips finding yours, and this time there was no hesitation, no second-guessing. It was raw, intense, and everything you had been craving. His hands moved over your back, your arms, as if he couldn't get enough of you, as if he had been holding back for too long. You let yourself forgef everything. He picks you up and places you on the cold kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his middle. "Need'a taste you, sweet thing." You moan as he undresses you from your flimsy shorts, pulling them down and getting on his knees in front of you. "No panties, baby? filthy little thing." Though it wasn't on purpose, you can't help but blush at his reaction. Joel inched closer, rogh beard rubbing against your plush skin, making you jolt. finally, he sticks his tongue out, dragging it through your dripping folds. you grab onto the counter, leaning back on your hands as you try to bite back moans. "Look at ya, dirtying your moms counter. don't you feel bad?" he teases. you don'tㅡ for anything. it all fades away. the moment he digs into you, your eyes roll to the back of your head. joel circles his tongue around your swollen bud agonizingly slow. you try to push his head further, signal him to go faster, but he's adamant that he takes his time.

it doesn't take long until you feel yourself unraveling, that pit forming into your tummy as your muscles tense up. Just then, Joel pulls away with that, leaving you gasping for air. "Not yet, baby. want you to come on my cock." he was so vile, wiping his face with the shirt he had on before undoing his pants. they fall to his ankles and he scoots closer so that he's between your legs, his lenght resting snug between your puffy lips.

"Please, joel, don't do this to me.." You whine, unable to resist longer. "Pretty desperate thing. 's okay, I'll give it to you." With that, he pulls you closer and aligns himself with you dripping entrance. even if it wasn't the first time with him, it still stings, the stretch deliciously painful. "Fuck, baby, look at that. this pussy was made for me, yeah? say it baby. say this pussy is mine." he grabs you harshly by your face, as he pushes in fully. " 's all y-yours, joel, 'm all yours."

"damn right you are. my little girl, so eager to take my cock.." he deliberately snaps his hips, the tip slipping past your cervix. the pain was taking over your body, and you let yourself sob as joel holds you close while he starts moving. " 's okay, sweet thing. i got you. you're alright, you can take it." you are alright.

Joel leans down to capture your lips into another kiss. His lips are warm and inviting, igniting a spark within your core. The kiss deepens, filled with an intensity that speaks of desire. His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer as his fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin. The world around you blurs as he pushes inside of you faster, harder, and you hiss softly through the kiss. he's moving his hips the same rhythm as your heart that was pounding against your chest. "I can never get enough of you.." he growls through broken grunts as he moves into you, your walls clenching around him. "Joel, godㅡ" he leans down again, planting soft pecks across your collar bones and down to your breasts. "yeah? c'mon baby, tell me how good it feels."

"feels so good.." Your moans echo through his head like a melody, and you can feel Joel's grip onto your waist growing tighter. the familiar pool into your lower belly makes its presence known as your back arches against his hold, one hand slipping under one of your thighs as his lips write kisses from your neck to your pebbled nipples "I'm so closeㅡ" Your little cries are enough to send him over the edge. "I love you so much, baby, shitㅡ 'm gonna come some deep in you. feel me in your little tummy?"

your heart almost stops. he loves you. joel loves you. he said he loves you while he's drilling into you on your mom's countertop. and he's your mom's husband. as he's fucking deeper into you, the words slip out without warning, no second-guessing. "I love yㅡou, Joel!" he closes his eyes, forehead resting agains yours as his hips buckle from releasing white ropes of warm liquid inside of your velvet walls, the feeling overwhelming and suffocating. you wait for him to calm down a bit before you bring your hands to his face and pull him up for another kiss. You both catch your breath. finally, he breaks the silence, while taking his shaft out of your pulsing cunt.

"fuck, baby... look at the mess you made. you bad girlㅡ lick it up now." you whimper as you try to move your limp body down the counter, bending yourself over to lick up the juices and come that dripped from you. joel licks his lips, watching as his seed trickles down your thighs. he takes two fingers and with no warning sticks them up in you, as you still lick the cold surface. "Want it all in you." you feel his warm, thick fingers swirling around your cunt, pushing back in any come that may have slipped out. "You'll look so pretty with my baby in you."

Joel loves you.

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spitefulsatanfics · 2 months ago

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💥 The Boys’ Kinks & Aftercare: What Makes Them Melt 💥 (Dean, Sam & Castiel x She/Her Reader)

🖋️ Written by: Little Devil ✨ Tones: Flirty, cozy, teasing, sensual, tender afterglow vibes

🌙🌿 Whispers in the dark, warmth in the silence — this is how they love you. 🌿🌙

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��️ Dean Winchester ✴️

What He Likes & How to Please Him: Dean’s that unapologetic classic alpha—but beneath the rugged veneer is a man who thrives on feeling deeply wanted and respected. He craves the electric tension of power play, but it’s all wrapped in trust and silent understanding. He loves when you take control, teasing him with boldness that catches him off guard. His kink? Dominance mixed with worship—he’s utterly addicted to hearing how good he makes you feel, especially when you’re gasping his name like a prayer, raw and unfiltered.

Favourite Position: Missionary—simple, direct, and utterly intimate. His hands clutch you close, eyes locked on yours, the unspoken connection pulsing between you. It’s a quiet storm, grounding and fierce all at once. But when the night calls for something wilder, Reverse Cowgirl steals the show, giving him a front-row seat to your confident rhythm and the way you own the moment.

Aftercare: Dean’s aftercare is a cosy fortress of quiet devotion. Soft fingertips brush your hair, low murmurs weaving comfort into your skin. He’ll wrap you in his worn leather jacket, even if it means melting in summer heat, because it’s about feeling safe in his arms. A beer might be cracked open, classic rock humming low as he holds you close, heartbeat syncing to yours until the world fades. A massage? If you ask, you’re officially his favourite person—no debate.

Drabble: His fingers glide slow and deliberate down your spine, each touch a promise. His eyes, dark with need and tenderness, never leave your face. When you breathe out his name, barely more than a whisper, a fire ignites in his chest—something fierce and protective. After, he pulls you closer, rubbing gentle circles on your back as his voice softens, “You good, baby? You okay?” Your nod brings a rare, full smile, and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. “You’re mine. Always.” The words hang in the air like a vow, and you believe every one of them.

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✴️ Sam Winchester ✴️

What He Likes & How to Please Him: Sam’s a gentle giant whose every touch is loaded with care. His pleasure blooms slowly—he savours the build-up, every breath, every shiver, every stolen moan. His kink? Tender restraint—silk scarves that whisper against your skin, the soft command to “stay” said with a voice thick with desire. He’s also a sucker for understated dirty talk—words that hang in the air between you, meaning layered beneath every syllable.

Favourite Position: Spooning, nestled so close you feel the warmth radiating off him. His hands explore every curve with reverence, every breath shared like a secret. It’s his sanctuary, safe and unshakeable. But for those deeper, soulful connections, missionary with slow, lingering eye contact is his ultimate—body and soul laid bare in perfect vulnerability.

Aftercare: Sam’s aftercare wraps you in a cocoon of emotional warmth. Soft words drip like honey as you melt under heavy blankets, the quiet punctuated only by shared breaths and the turning of pages if he’s reading aloud. He might bring you tea, fingers trailing lazy patterns over your skin as sleep steals over you. When anxiety claws, he’s the steady anchor holding you down, reminding you that here, now, you’re safe.

Drabble: Afterward, his hands cup your face with such reverence it steals your breath. His eyes, wide and luminous with tenderness, hold you like you’re the most fragile thing in existence. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, voice low and sure, a balm for every doubt. Pulling you close, he wraps his arms like a fortress, his heartbeat steady against yours. “No rush. Just us.” In that moment, your world stills, and you drown in the safety only Sam can give.

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✴️ Castiel ✴️

What He Likes & How to Please Him: Cas approaches love like a sacred ritual—no games, no noise, just pure presence. His kink? Worship—not only of your body but your soul, your scars, your power and fragility. He revels in the holiness of surrender, when you let him cradle you like a fragile light, when your control slips and he becomes guardian of your pleasure. Ritualistic slow touches, long, lingering kisses—they’re his prayers, his devotion made manifest.

Favorite Position: Face-to-face, hands intertwined, foreheads touching—a sanctuary where the world dissolves. Breaths mingle in perfect harmony; eyes lock in silent worship. Another favorite is when you sit on his lap, slow and deliberate, the electric stillness between you pulsing with unspoken devotion.

Aftercare: Cas’s aftercare feels like a benediction. Soft prayers whispered into your hair, hands glowing faintly with celestial grace as he soothes every ache, every lingering tension. Wrapped in his trench coat, he murmurs affirmations of love and strength, a promise bound in quiet faith. Sometimes, a lullaby drifts from his lips—a celestial song that lulls you toward peace, cradled in eternal warmth.

Drabble: His fingertip traces a gentle path over your cheek, eyes luminous pools of tenderness and awe. “You are a miracle,” he says, voice steady but brimming with reverence, “in your softness and your scars.” His hands glow with gentle warmth, seeping into your skin, unraveling every knot of pain. Held close in his arms, you close your eyes, surrendering to the quiet light. “I will stay with you,” he promises, voice low and unwavering. “Always.”

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🌙🌿 The night folds you in, and these are the ways they show love—through touch, through presence, through the sacred quiet after the storm. 🌿🌙

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improbable-outset · 11 months ago

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𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐓𝐖: overstimulation, fingering. Minors DNI🔞

𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You were his first everything. Kenji knew the moment he returned to Japan and bumped into you again, that you’d be the one.

The one to have his heart wrapped around your fingers.

The one to take his virginity.

He still remembered the bliss he felt when you sucked him off and he experienced his first orgasm. He could still recall the moment his focus narrowed and his whole body was in a trance, completely in control by the intense pleasure your mouth was giving him.

It was the best thing he had experienced, even better because it was with you.

But the first time he witnessed you reaching your own peak, he was completely enamoured. And he would do anything in his power to pull orgasm after orgasm from you, just to see you fall apart under his touch.

“Kenji…it’s too much. I can’t—” you whimpered. Your voice was hoarse and your legs were shaking.

You were laid out on the bed underneath him, a film of sweat on your forehead. You were spent and still drowning in the afterglow from your previous climax.

Kenji fingers dipped his into your core, feeling your dripping wetness over them. He kept moving them in and out relentlessly, trying to get you to reach your peak again.

“Come on, baby.” he coaxed, still moving his fingers. “You can give me one more,”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer back, let alone form a coherent sentence. The wetness from your core made lewd noises which seemed to fill his senses.

Your back arched and your legs jerked instinctively as he curled his fingers inside of you, but he quickly put one of your thighs in place so you wouldn’t move.

He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of you, your lips parted as more moans slipped out of your mouth and your body squirming under his touch.

He leaned in and kissed below your earlobe while his fingers continued at their sporadic pace. “You’re close aren’t you?”

He used his thumb to press onto your swollen clit that had been overstimulated in the last few minutes. Your thighs started to quiver and he could tell from previous experiences that you were going to reach your peak again.

He could feel the familiar contraction around his fingers from your silky walls, just as they always did. Just for him.

He kept his gaze on you, not wanting to miss a second of what was about to unfold. The same sight that he had quickly grown addicted to the first time he witnessed the vulnerable side of you.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your face flushed, allowing yourself to get washed into the height of pleasure for the umpteenth time of the night.

He watched as a look of ecstasy casted on your face before your release hit— your mouth fell open as you moaned out his name, the only fragment your mind could grasp.

He slowed the pace of his fingers through your release. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out; they glistened under the light with your spend.

He wasted no time to bring them into his mouth and taste his handy work on his tongue. He looked back at you as you slowly recovered from your high.

He gave your forehead a quick peck before he moved down to reach your core with his mouth. You looked down at him, your eyes widened as you realised that he wasn’t done with you.

You shouldn’t be surprised by now though.

Another terrible attempt at pnp bc that’s what people like to eat up more or whatever.

#★— ayrus writes #ultraman smut #ultraman ken #ultraman #ultraman: rising #ultraman x reader #ultraman x you #kenji sato #kenji sato x reader #kenji sato x you #kenji sato x y/n #ken sato x reader #ken sato x you #ken sato x y/n #kenji x reader #ken sato #ken sato smut #kenji sato smut

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silentium-symphony · 10 months ago

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Autumn-disiac (Link x Reader) SMUT

a/n: sorry i've been gone for awhile! here's some ~fun stuff~ to make up for lost time ;) i haven't really written anything in awhile, so please bear with me as i get back into the swing of things!

cw: minors dni, afab!reader, link going FERAL over his meal :), reader is just a sobbing horny mess LOL, praising, cunnilingus, overstimulation, porn w/o plot, christ what the hell did i write

wc: 595

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The return of autumn heralded many things. Those sick of summer's swelter happily traded in sweat-yellowed tank tops for cozy, chunky knit cardigans. Fur-lined pants and leaf-patterned smocks replaced rustic shorts, and other summer apparel was shelved for the next growing season. Mothers' calls for their children chime earlier and earlier, paralleling the harvest darkness that encroached sooner in the day. Heroic epics crafted from the day's play are often discarded at the door, forgotten, as children are embraced by their mothers first and the smells of her cooking second.

Beyond the intimate comforts of home lie the wilds, which have since been shadowed with deep magenta. A thin spray of mist rolled down the hills, carrying with it the softest hint of moved air. The breeze, chilled by the beginnings of the harvest season, lapped at a set of blurry windows fogged from within.

A tongue, moistened with your sweetness and honeyed with sinful whispers, dragged the edge of ecstatic muscle up and down your abused folds. A brittle sob erupted from your chest as you tossed sweat-pressed locks from your forehead.

"L-Link, we've been at this for hours..."

"I know, baby, I know. You're doing so well. Just one more round, okay? You know how much I need this sweet pussy."

Your beloved's sultry purr rumbled through your core, sending bolts of electricity through pleasure-numbed nerves. Calloused palms sunk into your soft, supple thighs as he urged you forward and back with a gentle sway.

"Mm... Rock your hips for me... That's it, that's it, love..."

The sounds of desperate suckling and pussy-drunk groans brimmed the air with sickeningly sweet depravity. The musk of hours-long sex perfumed your senses into a mindless, blissed-out mush, electrified only by the occasional flick of your clit or the teasing teething from the man below. Leaning back slightly, you rested your shaky arms atop Link's thighs, doing little to still his erratic and involuntary pistoning--a futile attempt to fuck the hole he was currently feasting.

"That's it, hun, lean on me. I'll take care of ya, promise."

That all-too familiar tension was mounting deep in your gut, threatening to spill over and drown the man underneath. Honed in on your tells, Link initiated a dangerous combo of tongue and finger, alternating between fucking and rubbing until your vision blurred with more tears and your throat burned with more pleas.

"Mm... You want it, yeah? Does my beautiful, perfect girl wanna cum for me? Hm? Wanna cum, baby?"

"P-Please...! Link, I'm so close, please let me cum! Please let me cum! Plea--!"

A burning white throbbed through your core, snapping the thread that dangled your last bits of sanity over the velvety abyss. A searing light, hot and addicting, temporarily blinded you as you felt yourself fall back onto a sticky body.

A loud cry buzzed through your subconscious as something hot and wet squirted all over your front, painting your tits and stomach with thick threads of white. Pleasure-stricken convulsions rocked his body as more heat spilled onto you.

No energy could be expended to bask in the final afterglow, your eyelids weighted by an exhaustion you had never known. Some shuffling, and soon, the hot stickiness on your back and front was cooled by a wet rag. What could vaguely be recognized as fingers combed through the undoubtedly sweaty, tangled bird's nest formed atop your head. Soft, lovestruck murmurs coming from your beloved hastened you quicker into slumber.

You could only hope he understood your gurgled hum as an 'I love you.'

(Don't worry, he did).

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iamgonnagetyouback · 9 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ drunk confessions

synopsis: you and sirius have always danced around your feelings, stuck in a confusing situationship neither of you had the courage to define. but tonight, with firewhiskey in your system and liquid confidence on your tongue, you let it slip—he’s pretty, you like him, and you’re tired of pretending otherwise content warnings: mutual pining, slight angst but happy ending

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The night was buzzing with laughter, the Gryffindor common room alive with the afterglow of yet another Marauders' prank successfully pulled. You leaned heavily on the arm of the couch, a giggle escaping your lips as you watched Sirius Black tell the most outrageous story—his arms flailing dramatically as James, Peter, and Remus sat around, half-listening, half-exchanging looks.

And you? You were tipsy. More than tipsy. You were well on your way to being drunk.

You glanced over at Sirius, your heart squeezing in your chest. You and Sirius were stuck in the most confusing situationship known to wizardkind. He’d flirt with you relentlessly, you'd flirt back, but neither of you had ever crossed that unspoken line. It was like some sort of dangerous dance, where both of you were afraid of the fall but addicted to the thrill.

But tonight… tonight felt different.

"Sirius!" James slurred slightly, giving his friend a nudge with his elbow. "I think our dear Y/N is starin' at ya."

Sirius grinned, but there was something softer in his eyes when they met yours. His voice was full of mischief when he called out, “Oi, Y/N, having a good time, love?”

You were feeling bold, fueled by the firewhiskey swirling in your system. You pushed yourself up from the couch, a lopsided smile plastered on your face as you staggered toward him, swaying slightly but giggling all the same. Remus gave you a knowing look, shaking his head fondly, while Peter just chuckled.

“You’re soooo pretty,” you drawled, poking Sirius’s chest with your finger. He caught your hand, steadying you, and smirked.

“And you’re drunk,” he teased, his fingers still wrapped around yours, and you swore you saw his eyes soften. His hand was warm, and it made your heart race.

“M'not that drunk,” you mumbled, leaning closer, your face inches from his. “Maybe a little. But that doesn’t make it any less true, Black. You. Are. Gorgeous.”

Sirius’s smirk faltered for a second, something flickering behind his eyes, something deeper than the usual playfulness. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

You frowned, tugging your hand free from his grasp and crossing your arms defiantly. “I know exactly what I’m saying. I’m saying you’re bloody pretty and I like you,” you declared, with a dramatic hand gesture that almost made you lose your balance. Sirius caught you, his arms steady around your waist now, and for a moment, you just stood there, the room spinning around you but Sirius… Sirius was your anchor.

“Y/N…” he started, his voice quieter now, his usual bravado slipping. The tension between you two had always been there, simmering just under the surface, and it felt like it was about to boil over.

“I like you too much,” you confessed in a rush, your cheeks heating as you realized what you’d just said. “But I don’t know… it’s just… we never… you know?” You huffed, frustrated with the jumble of your words, blinking up at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

His thumb brushed against your cheek, and your breath hitched. “You’re drunk,” he repeated softly, but this time, it wasn’t a tease. It was almost like he was trying to protect himself.

“Maybe. But that doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.”

Sirius looked at you, really looked at you, like he was trying to figure something out, trying to decide if you were serious—pun intended. “You don’t want this just because you’re a bit tipsy, Y/N. You can’t just…”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, mate,” James groaned from the couch, interrupting the moment as he threw a pillow at Sirius. “Just kiss her already! We’re tired of watching this bloody show.”

Peter snorted, trying to hide his grin behind his hands, while Remus just shook his head, amused as ever. “You two are impossible,” he murmured under his breath.

Sirius glared at James, but when his eyes returned to you, the firelight flickering across his face, you could see the vulnerability there. You reached up, your hand resting gently against his chest, right over his heart.

“I mean it,” you whispered. “I’m not just saying it because I’ve had a bit too much to drink. I like you, Sirius. And I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.”

Sirius swallowed hard, his usual confidence slipping, replaced by something far more genuine. He leaned in slowly, like he was giving you time to change your mind, his lips brushing softly against yours.

The kiss was tender at first, like he was still unsure, but when you kissed him back, your hands sliding up to his neck, he deepened it, pulling you closer. The world around you faded, the cheers from your friends distant as you lost yourself in him, the scent of his leather jacket and the warmth of his arms wrapping around you completely.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you both stared at each other, faces flushed, hearts racing.

“Finally,” James muttered from behind you.

Peter let out a low whistle, clapping slowly. “It only took them what, two years?”

“Shut up, Wormtail,” Sirius shot back, though his voice was playful now.

Remus raised his glass toward you both. “To no more mixed signals.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, your head still spinning but this time not from the alcohol—just from him.

Sirius turned back to you, his forehead resting against yours. “I should’ve done that ages ago.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” you teased softly, grinning.

His eyes were full of affection now, no more teasing, no more hesitation. “You’re still drunk, love.”

“And you’re still pretty,” you countered, smirking.

Sirius chuckled, kissing your forehead this time. “Merlin help me, I’m in love with you.”

Your heart swelled, and despite the alcohol making your mind foggy, that confession rang clear.

“Good. Because I’m in love with you too.”

Sirius’s grin was blinding, and when he kissed you again, it felt like everything you’d been waiting for had finally fallen into place.

And this time, no one interrupted.

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monster-disaster · 7 months ago

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[dragon] Diman + NSFW Alphabet

dragon!Diman x human!Reader Warnings: nsfw

Previously: [dragon] Diman [dragon] Diman +1

Request: I would really like to read more about Diman. Ty!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Diman becomes even more protective and obsessive after being with you. His mind, drunk on pleasure and still basking in the afterglow, shifts into overdrive. His instincts flare with a primal intensity. His every sense heightens; even while his long spine still tingles from the aftershocks of his release, he bristles and snarls at every unfamiliar sound or stray scent that reaches him.

You are his greatest treasure, and he isn't afraid to act like it.

With unrelenting care, he gathers you into his nest, determined to shield you from anything that might intrude. He cocoons you into the softest fabrics, blankets, and furs he can find. Once satisfied, he curls his body protectively around yours, his embrace firm but tender. His head lowers next to you, his warm breath fans over your flushed skin as you snuggle close, half-asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He is an apex predator, an unchallenged force at the very top of the food chain, and he doesn't bother with the pretense of modesty. Why should he? Every inch of him exudes dominance, power, and the confidence of one who has no enemy that could overpower him. He is massive, his towering form a blend of raw strength and primal elegance; his wings, vast and imposing, stretch wide enough to block out the sky, sharp gleaming teeth line his predatory grin, and his claws are the perfect instruments for both destruction and control. There’s no single part of himself he favors. He knows exactly how formidable he is, and it only fuels his unapologetic pride. Yet, what satisfies him most is that you know it too.

His favorite parts of you are your tummy and your hands. There’s something about the softness of your body and the gentle touch of your fingers that drives him wild in the best way. After a long day, there’s nothing he craves more than pressing close to you, burying his face against your stomach while your hands trace every thick scale and hard ridge of his large head. You are a comfort he never knew he needed until you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Without the special potion, he only has the chance to cum on you, and damn, it always makes him feral and ready for another round. With the potion, he doesn't miss a chance to fill you up over and over again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't bother keeping secrets from you, dirty or not.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Surprisingly, for a dragon who commands fear with his very presence and makes his home in a cave far removed from any settlement, he’s had more than a few lovers in his time. Yet being with you was an entirely new experience, a thrilling and humbling learning curve he hadn’t anticipated.

Exploring your body became his favorite obsession. He took his time with you, eager to discover all the sweet, sensitive spots that left you breathless and needy for more.

Even now, long after he’s memorized the map of your body, he still loves to experiment. He’s relentless in his desire to keep you on edge, trying new tricks to make your world spin in ways it never has before.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Without the potion that helps with the size difference, his favorite position is with his head nestled between your thighs. He loves the way your plush thighs tighten around his snout as he delves into you, his senses overwhelmed by your intoxicating scent and utterly addictive taste. His sharp eyes glint with satisfaction as he feels you tremble against him, his tongue working with precision and greed to coax every gasp, moan, and shudder from you.

When the potion comes into play, everything changes. In this form, he craves nothing more than the sight of you on top of him, riding him with wild abandon as though your life depends on it. He doesn’t mind surrendering to you in these moments, lying back beneath you, his claws gripping your hips or cupping your breasts as he watches you completely lose yourself. The sight of you above him, claiming every inch of him with unrestrained passion, drives him mad in the best possible way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It wouldn’t be Diman if he didn’t find a way to crack a joke or start bickering with you, even when you are beneath him or straddling him, utterly breathless and thoroughly wrecked. His sharp wit never takes a break, and he delights in seeing the way your flushed face twists between exasperation and arousal as he teases you.

“Getting tired already?” he might quip with a mischievous smirk. Or, if you are on top, he’ll lean back, hands resting lazily behind his head, and say something infuriating like, “That’s cute. I thought you’d last longer.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is a scaly dragon, not a hairy one.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Diman isn’t exactly the picture of romance during sex. The sweet words and tender gestures come later when he is holding you in the aftermath, murmuring soft praises and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you drift off in his embrace. During sex, there are only two options with him; he cracks a joke, teasing you with his usual smirk and wicked humor, or he says the filthiest things that send a rush of heat to your core. His words are raw, direct, and designed to drive you wild, keeping you on edge, unable to think of anything but him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you, Diman never really felt the urge to touch himself. His instincts were always focused on finding pleasure in other ways, and now that you are his sweet little mate, he craves nothing but your soft, pliant body and needy cries.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Diman takes great pleasure in reminding you of the size difference between the two of you. The contrast between your softness and his raw, powerful frame fuels a constant surge of male pride within him, but aside from this, he doesn’t really have kinks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Living in a cave has its challenges; the cold, unyielding surfaces and the rugged stone walls offer no comfort for your delicate human body. That’s why he treasures your shared nest so much. Layers of plush fabrics, furs, and blankets create a cocoon that cradles the both of you perfectly while smelling like the two of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just one mischievous glance from you is enough to ignite a fire in him. The moment his eyes catch that playful, teasing look, he is completely undone. His instincts kick in, and before you can even blink, you are on your back, pinned beneath the weight of your dragon. He devours you with a hunger that’s impossible to ignore, every inch of you becoming his obsession.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He says firm no to anything that can harm you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Diman prefers giving. The size difference between you two limits the positions you can share, but he’s more than happy to make the most of it, especially when it comes to having you on his tongue, but he can't deny the fact that he always loses his mind a little when he feels your delicate hands or soft lips on his length.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Obviously, Diman can’t be too rough with you, but when it comes to you taking everything you need from him, he is all for it. He loves feeling you go wild with him, claiming him with a fierce desire. However, his feral hunger won’t let him be entirely sensual either. There’s always a raw edge to his desire, a primal need that overrides any tenderness. The moments between you aren’t soft, but they are not purely brutal either; they fall somewhere in the middle, where both of you find the perfect balance.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are a rare occurrence with Diman. He’s not interested in rushing, not when he can take his time with you. For him, every moment with you is an opportunity to explore your body like he did the first time. He’ll take his time, pulling you deeper into the moment, until you’re half-delirious with pleasure, your mind hazy and your body eager for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Between the two of you, it's you who comes up with the new ideas, and Diman is more than happy to indulge as long as they aren’t dangerous for you. His primal nature craves the thrill, and while he's protective, he's also eager to see you explore and enjoy yourself. As long as you are safe, he is all in, ready to fulfill your desires and share in the excitement.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Let’s just say that most of the time, Diman only stops because he knows you’ve reached your limits. His hunger, his need for you, is relentless, but he’s not blind to the way your body reacts. He can feel when you are on the edge, when you’ve given all you can, and that’s when his instincts kick in. He may crave more, but he is not one to push you beyond what you can handle.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Diman got you some toys, knowing that the size difference makes it impossible to be with you completely, but you rarely use them. Why would you, when you can have his tongue?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Diman takes great pleasure in teasing and edging you, drawing out your pleasure until you are nothing but a crying, begging mess beneath him. He knows just how to push you, to leave you on the brink of release, only to pull back and watch the desperation build in your eyes. He’s in no rush, enjoying every moment of watching you unravel, knowing that the longer he drags it out, the sweeter the eventual release will be for both of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Diman is all snarl and growl, especially when you are on his tongue, and he knows you can feel every sound that rumbles from his throat.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Not really wild, but after the two of you first tried the special potion, he couldn’t shake the worry that you wouldn’t like him in his original size anymore. The potion had made things easier between you both, but he was nervous, unsure of how you would react when it wore off, and he was back in his true form. So when he saw the genuine happiness on your face, the weight that had been pressing on his chest lifted as he realized that, no matter his form, you are still just as drawn to him, maybe even more so.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well, he is a big dragon, and having you on his cock without the potion would be impossible.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Diman's sex drive isn't extreme. He’s always ready and eager to have you, but when you're not in the mood for whatever reason, he’s perfectly fine with it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Diman always needs some time to calm his instincts. His primal nature can be overwhelming, and it takes a while for him to ground himself, to shift from that feral need to protect you and make sure you are alright. He’ll spend those moments ensuring that you are safe, content, and cared for, his gaze never leaving you as he checks every detail, making sure you are comfortable. By the time he’s finally able to settle, you are already asleep.

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ddodol · 5 months ago

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picky eater — l.sh

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, bf!sohee, fem!reader, pet names, oral (f.), . word count⭑.ᐟ 1.4k+

recently, sohee had been addicted with a newly released game, so much so that he’d go straight to his pc even after giving you the nastiest pounding that same night. cuddling had been such a challenge because sohee can’t stay by your side for more than an hour, leaving just as you were getting comfortable in his arms.

he was in the middle of a match, his expression serious and eyes glued onto the screen. admittedly, watching sohee while he was focused and slightly agitated turned you on more than you should’ve. the sight of his fingers tapping rhythmically, veins popping up and the precise flick of his wrist made your head spin— god, you wished that was you.

”fuck!” sohee exclaimed, body flying back to his seat and closing his eyes for a few seconds as soon as the match ended. the red screen indicating his team’s defeat illuminated his features, breathing heavily and irritation visible on his face. sohee’s skin still had that familiar afterglow, plump lips swollen from the intimate exchange you had earlier.

it only became obvious to you that he lost that match when you read the letters on his screen, too distracted with other thoughts to realize that the sour expression on his face meant anything else.

bummed, sohee started another game, and another, until you eventually lost count— his frustration only growing by the passing minute. you watched him from the bed, your feet hanging off the edge as you laid on your side. each game was longer than the last, and his team was close to winning every time only to have victory swept away at the last second.

you watched as he hit the desk out of frustration, a sharp sound that sent shivers down your spine. your eyes narrowed, watching as he threw his head back, eyes closed, adam’s apple sticking out like a sore thumb as he took a deep breath. you bit your lip— sohee only got sexier with each match he lost.

hell, you wanted to agitate him even further.

with an idea springing from your mind, you quickly positioned yourself on the bed, ignoring the slight aching you felt out of sheer determination. you found it irritating that sohee couldn’t even notice what you were trying to do, legs wide open and all.

”baby,” you called out softly, your smile growing when he turned his head towards you unsuspectingly.

sohee’s eyes went wide in a split second, hands freezing in place as soon as he realized what you were doing. you held your thigh open with one hand while the other played with your slick folds. you were still a bit swollen from earlier, traces of your arousal and release spilling out of your hole.

the sounds from the game he was playing got drowned out by the sweet whimpers that escaped your lips, breath hitching in his throat when he caught you almost slipping your finger inside. sohee watched every movement, his agitation from earlier dissipating as your adorable moans rang in his ears.

you bit back your soft moans, noticing how sohee slowly wheeled his chair towards you, successfully catching his full attention. you slipped one finger inside and you could’ve sworn sohee licked his lips at the sight of your fingers slowly getting coated with your own arousal, glistening temptingly under the dim lights. you curled your finger upwards before pulling it out, spreading your wetness around your clit but not quite touching it.

sohee let out a soft grunt at the sight, walking towards you without any hesitation. he got on his knees, eyes glued on your face as he trailed kisses up your thigh. you bit your lip, letting out a shaky sigh the closer he got to your wet heat.

”god, baby, you’re my favorite distraction,” he groaned, carefully parting your swollen folds. your exposed clit was already throbbing from the slow tease, eagerly calling out to him for relief. sohee licked his lips, biting back a smug grin.

you gasped sharply when he dove right in, his hot tongue lapping up your slit in such a torturous pace that you couldn’t help but flex your hips forward. sohee gripped your thighs, parting them open as he positioned himself more comfortably in between your legs.

sohee glanced up at you, circling the tip of his tongue around your needy nub, leaving you whimpering. his teeth gently grazed your clit before he nipped at your folds, eliciting a cry from you. he smiled, satisfied with your reaction. he knew he couldn’t deny you for too long, quickly wrapping his mouth over your clit, a sharp cry escaping your lips once more.

sohee sucked on your clit softly, tongue soothing the swollen bundle of nerves as he used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, arousal dripping like honey. he lapped up your slit once more, brows furrowing at the taste of your release from earlier, mixed with a faint taste of rubber from the condom you used.

for some reason, sohee liked to eat you out after sex and not as foreplay— though you weren’t one to complain because he was always amazing at whatever he’s doing. his movements were targeted yet controlled, rough yet gentle; and the worst of it all is that he knew how much you loved it.

he loved the endless moans that strung from your mouth, cock stirring in his shorts at how pretty your whines sound as he deliberately ignored the one spot you needed him the most. sohee glanced up at you, watching the way your chest heaved, your head thrown back as your thighs trembled under his constant teasing.

your sharp cry rang in his ears when you felt his thick tongue push inside your soft walls, stretching you out effortlessly. sohee smiled at your responsive moans, tilting his head slightly in an attempt to reach even deeper. you tasted sweet on his tongue, lapping up your arousal, not wanting to waste a single drop.

sohee nuzzled his nose against your clit, earning more reactions from you. satisfied, he pulled his tongue out, going back to circling your clit. his fingers slipped inside you, curved up and pressing on your spot. sohee chuckled internally at your incoherent cries, your body tensing up familiarly— you were getting close.

sohee loved how easy it was to please you no matter how sensitive you might be, always eager to chase after your release. he lapped his tongue up and down, targeting your clit relentlessly before sucking on it. you let out a sharp cry, voice getting higher and higher as your release approached.

as if he timed it perfectly, sohee pulled his fingers out just in time for your explosive orgasm, replacing his fingers with his mouth. he lapped up your release, eyes closed and brows furrowed as he savored your taste.

he pulled away slightly, panting as he glanced down at the sticky, wet mess you made. sohee chuckles softly, almost hypnotized with the way your pussy throbbed sensitively, soothing you with gentle kisses on your inner thigh.

by the time sohee was done, you were trembling and breathing heavily, barely keeping your legs up. he smiled in satisfaction at how spent you were, pressing soft, wet kisses on your flushed skin. sohee bit your skin softly, fangs sinking in before pulling away to lick the spot he bit.

”you good, baby?” his voice was muffled against your skin, still peppering kisses up your trembling thighs. you managed to throw out a weak response, body still coming down from your high. sohee chuckles, gently spreading your legs again much to your disbelief.

”just so you know, i’m still not done,” he mumbled teasingly, dragging his plump lips down to your heat once again. “just one more? i need another one after all that.” you could immediately tell this wasn’t going to end with ‘just one more’, a small whine escaping your lips in protest.

sohee chuckles, his crescent eyes full of mischief at your incoherent ramblings. he massaged your sore muscles, each touch getting more intimate than the last— and the worst part is that it worked.

“i know you can take more, baby.”

you sigh softly, rolling your eyes as your thighs relaxed under his massages. sohee trailed kisses down your folds, eyes trained on you as he tried to figure out just how much more you could take. he bit back a smile, beaming up at the breathy moans that left your lips.

”ready?” he mumbles, voice rumbling against your sensitive flesh. sohee hooked his arms under your hips, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he pinned your waist down with his hands, fingers intertwined, keeping your thighs open for him.

“focus on me, baby. there’s still so much i want to do.”

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