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A desperate yandere in your area
Chapter 2 : Surprise visitor
Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader
Previous chapter
(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)
CW: NSFW, collar, praise kink, masturbating in secret, handjob, voyeurism, teasing, porn with plot, yandere behavior, mention of stalking, reader is horny too and L bomb
Word count: Over 2K
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You sat on your bed, putting headphones in your ears. It had been a truly tiresome day, so you figured that a little alone time was well deserved before doing any house chores. Setting comfortably against your pillows, you selected one of those âman moaning and whimperingâ audios. You closed your eyes as the delectable sounds filled your surrendering.Â
You were starting to get into it, when suddenly, a moan seemed to have been louder than the others. They were also small whimpersâŚWeirdâŚYou decided to not pay much attention to this as your body relaxed. Your hand creeped down your pants when you went in the mood again.Â
You were making rhythmic movements, trying to imagine a pathetic man in front of you making all these slutty moans. Even in your while enwrapped in your fantasy, you swore some noises were always too loud to be coming from your headphones. You used your clean hand to pause the audio and there it was again! A small whimper!
You checked your phone and no, the audio hadnât started again. It was so faint that it was difficult for you to pinpoint where it was coming from. You took out your headphones and really tried to concentrate on the source of the noises. It almost sounded like an injured animal, maybe a cat had gotten into your apartment ? You knew that one of your neighbors had one, so it wasnât impossible. You sigh in defeat, knowing that you wouldn't be able to finish what you started. You took a blanket and got off your bed. You roamed around the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to alarm the poor unknown creature. As you got closer to your closet you could feel your heart pulsating in your ears, the whimpers were coming from there. You raised the blanket, ready to throw it if the animal showed any sign of aggressivity. Â
In one swift motion you opened the closet door. And there was⌠Jacce sitting on the ground, pumping his cock forcefully. He was so engrossed by the smell of your shirt covering his face, that he had failed to remember to keep it down. You didn't even scream or move. You felt like you dissociated from your body, as if you were watching this surreal outcome from a second point of view.Â
The man opened his eyes when he was just about to cum, finally noticing you standing in full height before himâ just like he had fantasized on so many occasions, but this time it was real.Â
âFângahhâuck.â His eyes rolled back for a second, his body shuddering while he ejaculated. Ropes of cum shooting unintentionally in your direction. Â
His sudden climax reactivated your nerve system. You dropped the blanket on him, ran out of the room and into the living room. Not only was there a man that broke into your house to masturbate, this intruder was JACCE! The barista you liked! This was the most horrifying situation you've ever been in. You regretted dreading that it could have been a wild animal, because it would have been better than whatever this was.Â
You could hear shuffling noises behind you, certainly him trying to put his junk back into his pants as fast as possible.
âHey w-wait.â
When you turned to face him, his expression was still stuck in this dazed state of the aftermath of cumming. Like clockwork every time he took a step forward you would step back. Â
âY-you werenât⌠supposed to see th-this.â He breathed out like he ran a marathon, âlet me ex-explain before doing anything⌠p-please.âÂ
Jacce looked down at your hands before looking back at you. You didnât answer but didnât make a move either. The man took that as a sign to continue.Â
âI⌠I know what it looks like⌠A guy that you barely know, touching himself in your closet⌠in your houseâŚâ He hesitated at the last part, âbut Iâm not a creep! I-I did this because I love you!â
Love me?! You had noticed before that he gave you more special treatment compared to other clients⌠but you never expected this! You felt your body getting weaker, as if you were about to faint from the stress.Â
âAre you⌠going to hurt me?â
Jacce's expression seemed to drop at the question, as if he was heartbroken that you thought he would do such a thing. This was not going as planned and he hated himself for it. You werenât supposed to find him in your closet. You werenât supposed to see him like this.Â
âI could n-never hurt you! I love you!â He was speaking with conviction, âI just want to be there for you! To serve you like you deserve⌠If anything you should be the one hurting mââ Â
âWhat are you talking about?!â You cutted him short in a panic, âI donât want t-that!â
âWhat!? BâBut I can be so good for you!â His voice raised slightly in desperation, âmost guys are too stupid to even split the house chores! I'm ready to do everything for you!â
You stepped back while he kept walking forward. He was so absorbed in waves of emotions to notice the fear in your eyes. He gripped his shirt, his hands trembling and tears forming in the corner of his eyes.Â
âI would NEVER take you for granted! I would be the most attentive and obedient person in your entire life!â His entire body was now shaking violently, âI donât even have to be your boyfriend, I can be your pet!âÂ
You didnât know what to do. Your brain was going thousand miles an hour, making it near impossible to settle on something. While trying to think clearly, you also had to focus on what he was saying. He kept going on and on about the fact the he wanted to⌠serve you. What if it was true and not just excuses to make himself look less bad?Â
You decided to test your luck. It's not like you had another choice. Jacce was taller than you and getting him more agitated was not a good idea. You builded up all the energy you had left and talked over him in an authoritarian tone.Â
âSit down against the wall.â
And he did.Â
All the panic that contortionned his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an expression of anticipation. He looked sincere about his intentions⌠but you couldnât totally believe him just yet. The fear in your guts was still present, but it was slowly being overshadowed by something else. Your mind kept wandering back to the whimpers he cried out while touching himself and how cute he looked all desperate. You could sense the familiar sensation creeping between your legs the longer you looked down at him. Jacce seemed to be also stimulated by the turn of events, because he quickly placed his hands between his legs, not wanting to blow up his small chance with you. This pose gave him an even more submissive look, which made you go crazy.Â
What if⌠maybe we could both take advantage of this situation.Â
You were indeed craving for someone like this. Until now you could only find them in fiction and even then it was hard to dig them out in the sea of dominant love interests. Jacce would get your attention and you would be able to feast upon the site of his patheticness. You were definitely twisted to consider this outcome about a man who broke into your house, but itâs not like you would be doing anything wrong. It's your house so your rules on how to deal with intruders.Â
âLet me see what's happening between your legs.â You tried to keep the confident facade as you spoke.Â
Jacce's shoulders jolted a bit in embarrassment, but he did reveal the tent in his pants. He looked so disheveled with his flushed face and his coat lazily falling off one his shoulders. So hot.Â
âDo you want me to make it better?â Your voice was dripping with such honey, that you were even shocked by it.Â
He nodded frantically. Consent was something crucial and he had just gave it to you with indisputable enthusiasm.Â
You got down on your knees to get better access to him. You reached your hand out for his bulge, caressing it, which made his body tremble in anticipation. You unzipped his pants and slightly pulled at the rim of his boxers. His erection sprong out, finally letting you have a good look at it. His dick was 6.5 inches, the foreskin pulled back to reveal his pink gland, now on the verge of turning red. The tip was crowned with little pearls of precum, some of them sliding down his shaft like water drops on a car window. It made your mouth salivate just by thinking of wrapping your lips around it and admire his face contorted in pleasure.Â
Jacce was clearly trying to stay quiet, but when you spat in your hand, he couldnât help but whimper at the thought of what was going to happen. You rubbed your palm on his tip, which made him buck his hips, before wrapping your fingers around it. Your thumb was barely reaching your index finger and that warmed your lower half even more. The idea of something like this stretching your inside was so enticing.
âTâthank yâyou⌠Haah⌠Iâll be so so good to you, I promise.âÂ
Jacce leaned in, clinging to the front of your shirt. At last he was feeling your divine touch. A part of him still couldnât believe the turn of events. He imagined that you would have at least tried to hit him or something. But no, there you were, willingly giving him a handjob like a merciful master. You squeezed the base of his shaft, admiring the precum oozing out of the tip. You started to stroke him at a medium pace. Surprisingly, his voice was more soft spoken than what you expected. He was murmuring needingly into your ear while his drool stains your clothes. Jacce was still sensitive, since he had already cum not too long ago, causing him to swallow back cries multiple times.Â
âIf you want me to continue youâll have to answer some questions, ok?âÂ
You felt like you were babying this grown man, talking to him like that. But he didnât seem to mind, since he nodded without a complaint. Your grip started to loosen up tho, since that wasnât a satisfying answer.Â
âUse your words or Iâll stop making you feel good.âÂ
âIâllâIâll answer!â He whined.
âGood job.â
He shivered at the praise. Thatâs what he had dreamed of hearing from you for months. You picked up the paste again, pumping him harder. His head fell back as he unconsciously reached one hand out to his hidden collar. You were taken aback at the sight of it. How depraved is this guy!? Without thinking, you placed your index and middle fingers in the loop and tugged at it, making him moan like never before while jerking his head back up. You were pretty sure he almost came just from that.Â
âFirst question⌠How long have you been stalking me?â
âI stâstarted five months ago Mmm-Ahh⌠â He sobbed, it was so hard for him to speak, âY-you were always so nânice to me when you N-gh came into the coffee shop. I wanted to kn-know more.â
Youâve been going to that place for about a year, so at least he hasnât been doing it for that long. You were a bit taken aback that you never suspected anything though. This guy has been either really good or very lucky until now.Â
âDo you break into my house often?â
âN-no.â
You abruptly stop touching him, forcing him to speak again.
âIâI swear! I only did it six times!â
He arched his back and whimpered, urging you to stroke him again, which you happily obliged. It was hard not too!Â
âP-please u-use me, use me, use me! I want to be your dumb ngAhhh little puppyâŚâÂ
The words were spilling out of his mouth with pure urgency and he bucked his hips against your palm uncontrollably. All clear signs that he was close to release. You couldnât count the number of times you fantasized about turning someone into such a mess, but now that you were experiencing it, your simple imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. Your own self control started to waver the more it went on. Jacce knew that he was about to cross his limit as well, closing his eyes shut, preparing himself. But the grip around his cock loosened, until it completely disappeared. He whined and moved his hips, searching for the touch of your warm hand again.Â
âWâwhy did you stop? IâI told you what you wanted to k-know!âÂ
You didnât answer, only looking at him with an indecipherable expression. All the moans, whimpers and other noises he let out, made you so horny that it was becoming too much to bear, but you knew it would make him way too happy to be used to make you cum. You couldnât let him release either. He didnât deserve it, not yet anyway.Â
âIâm not letting you cum.âÂ
âWh-what!? W-why?!â He complained again.Â
âYou broke into my house and stalked me for five months.â You swiftly got on your feet, âbad boys donât deserve to ejaculate.â
Bad boy was like the last nail into the coffin for the pathetic mess. In Jacceâs top ten of the worst things you could say to him this one was pretty high. Small tears rolled down his cheeks as a result. Â
âYou⌠youâre right⌠Iâm sorry.â He sniffed.
You did feel a little bit bad for making him cry and wanted to fuck him dumb too. No, not tonight. You had to hammer that in your brain to resist your desires. You decided to at least help him a bit before kicking him out.Â
âLet's get you cleaned up.âÂ
âN-no! IâIâm supposed to be the one toâto take care of you.â he whined.
You gave him a stern glance, which shut him up instantly. You came back with a bottle and a wet towel in hand, crouched down in front of him and handed out the water. He took it, chugging it halfway in one go.Â
âT-thanks, youâre so nice to me⌠even when I donât deserve it.â He whispered, looking away with a subtle smile on his lips. You could sense that, despite his guilty look, he was celebrating this whole situation on the inside.Â
With the towel you cleaned off his cock, still covered in a mixture of your spit and his cum. Jacce was looking at you like a puppy who made a mess and was watching his master taking care of it. His breath was getting heavy again and you could feel his cock twitching through the towel. He was totally getting turned on at how gentle and attentive you were to him. This had transformed into the perfect domestic fantasy in Jacceâs twisted mind.Â
âIâll help you to the door if you think your legs arenât strong enough yet.â
âI thought you accepted me! Canât I stay!?âÂ
âI havenât made my final decision yet.â You crossed your arms,âif you really are a good boy you will let me think about it.â
Hanging over his head the possibility of being yours was enough for him to accept your request. He didnât even consider the fact that you could call the police the second he leaves. Besides, the fact that you decided to touch him, instead of all the other decisions possible, was making him a bit more confident. After helping him up, you opened the front door and waited for him to leave. Jacce stopped, now the roles were reversed with his figure overtowering you.Â
âYou promise to think about it?â He whispered anxiously.Â
âYes, now please get out.â
He nodded and you watched Jacce for a bit to make sure he was really leaving, before closing the door. You looked down at the spot where the desperate man was previously sitting. You could feel your guts twist again, urging you to satisfy the heat between your legs. You sighed as you went into your room. The dirty audios you used to listen to were definitely not going to be enough to satisfy you anymore.Â
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I love nothing more then making a reader who is horny for the yandere too đ
Link for the chapter on Ao3
Here is an other old sketch I made for this chapter back in 2023!
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we could make it better (breaking every habit)
Spencer Reid x fem ex-famous!reader
Summary: After Spencer overcomes his addiction, he seeks out the company and forgiveness of an old flame. cw: talk of addiction, a little sad? mostly fluffy though a/n: technically a part 2 of my fic based off making the bed by olivia rodrigo, but it can definitely be read as a oneshot. maybe they are a bit unhealthy, but they're cute and that's all that matters. also this was so incredibly delayed cause my phone drowned so I'm posting this from my dad's computer
Part 1
They say time heals all wounds, and standing at the door of his past mistake, Spencer hoped it had healed hers the way it had his. It had taken him too long to find her, for his pride to break down enough to ask Garcia to search for her. A few years ago it would have been all too easy, a few years ago she was on the cover of every magazine. Now she was the public's favourite conspiracy theory, the biggest where did she go? post made on some website full of self important nobodies.Â
Where did she go? A small house in a small town, a few hours from D.C, just close enough that Spencer had gotten in his car without a second thought the moment he had her address. Maybe it was a slight invasion of privacy, but Spencer had seen much more of her than the house she lived in.
As he lifted his fist to knock, doubt crept in for the first time since the beginning of his endeavour. Was he right to apologise, to show up at the doorstep of the person he hurt worse than anyone else in his life, and say sorry? Sorry. âSorryâ was a puny word that could never hope to mean anything compared to what he had done, how he had used her. But it would have to do, because he had not come all that way to turn back at the flashing neon sign that said âCLOSUREâ.
Knock, knock, knock. Was three knocks not enough? Knock. God four was too many and the last one had been so separate from the others it was clearly an afterthought that she would think was weird before she even knew it was him on the other side of-
âSpencer?â The door opened, just enough for her face to be visible through the small opening. She was so much more beautiful than he remembered, although he really didnât remember much from back then.Â
âIâm sorry.â Well that was one way to get to the point. He smacked himself internally, scolding himself for being so stupid and inconsiderate, not even saying hello or asking her how she was doing.
âDo you wanna come in? You look like you need to sit down.â She pulled the door open, stepping back to let him in, and Spencer froze. She was allowing him into her home, her space, he who had squeezed her dry, used her up and tossed her aside when he didnât need her anymore.
Unsure what else to do, Spencer found himself sitting on her couch, the awkward tension between them palpable as he sat silently in regret of every decision he had made in the last week.
âSo,â She prompted, gesturing vaguely in his direction, âHow are you?â
âGood, yeah, better. You?â He looked around the room, trying to find something that would tell him anything about her life, about her. She was a stranger, really, a stranger that used to be someone he knew. He wanted to know who she was then, on that day, in her house sitting across from him.
âIâm good too. You look better.â He knew what she meant â he didnât look high out of his mind. The far wall of the room was covered in framed pictures of her and what he assumed were her family and friends. Some were from her childhood, some were taken in front of the very house he was sitting in.Â
What surprised Spencer were the photos, though few and far between, where he made an appearance. The Fourth of July party, a bright, sunny photo full of smiling faces. The poor quality of the picture did nothing to disguise the bags under his eyes, nor the dead look in hers. Her birthday, a photo of her blowing out the candles on her cake, blurred from his shaky grip on the camera.
âI donât remember that one.â He pointed to a picture of the two of them, a dark photo that he nearly hadnât recognised as himself. The ability to not remember had been his favourite thing back then, now the haze left him with a pit in his stomach.
âMakes sense, you were⌠you were bad. It was taken right near the end.âÂ
âI am sorry, really.â Neither of them spoke after that, the silence a warm blanket rather than a thick smog. The apology wrapped around them in a warm embrace, they did not choke on it.
She moved first, after what felt like the most peaceful eternity, slipping her hand around his, holding it in the space between them. He looked down at their joined hands, his gaze slowly drifting up until it landed on the soft smile spread across her face.
âI missed you.â She squeezed his hand gently, although it felt like she squeezed his heart instead, âI missed you from the moment I met you. Itâs nice to get you back.â
âI missed you too.â He didnât know how to explain the way it had taken him a month to get sober enough that reality hit and he realised what heâd lost. At least, he didnât know how to explain it without having to actually say something about his addiction. Heâd always been good at avoiding the topic, skirting around it with suggestions and subtle confirmations. The word âaddictionâ made him feel weak, like heâd been defeated. Heâd talked about his problem once, in a room full of people who had been through the same thing, and even then he hadnât been able to say it.Â
âYouâre so strong, Spencer. Youâve come so far.â It was like she could read his mind, see every fear that haunted him and soothe it accordingly.
âSo are you, I mean, you got out of everything.â His eyes dropped to his lap in shame of everything that he hadnât noticed, all of the obvious signs of just how not okay she had been. All that she must have been going through, that he had been too far from reality to know existed, even when it was staring him in the face.
âYou say that like you didnât.â It was a simple sentiment, but maybe that was what hit him like a freight train. It wasnât some mantra heâd heard hundreds of times, or a complicated conversation with his friends where they tried to talk to him without saying anything that actually mattered.
He got out of it.
âYouâre perfect, you know that right?â The way he looked at her in that moment could only be described as reverential, she was the brightest star in a sky that he had never truly seen before.
âNo Iâm not.â The way she said it like a definite fact made Spencerâs heart start to crack, âDo you know why I have those pictures up?â
Spencer shook his head, âTell me,â he said the words under his breath, as if they were surrounded by people in the empty room, âIâm not going to find you any less perfect.â
âHope. I could never get the thought out of my head that you would come back.â She shook her head, gaze locked on the ground like she couldnât bear to look at him as she spoke. âIt was stupid, and then you actually did, and thatâs stupid all over again.â
âYouâre even more perfect than I thought.â Spencer laughed, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, happy and sad and something he couldnât put a name to. She was still holding his hand, he realised, and he used that information to interlace their fingers, placing their joined hands in his spare palm.
âIâm stupid and lucky, thatâs what I am.â She snorted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
âNo, not stupid.â Spencer drew circles with his thumb on her palm as he spoke, âLucky, maybe.âÂ
âWeâre gonna have to talk about this, us, you know that.â
âEventually, yes. Not right now.â
âNot right now.â She confirmed, nodding slowly. They were both there, and that would have to be enough, at least for the moment.
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nrmt comic (2) update!
I have finished the script for the 2nd nrmt comic! And I noticed that... in a month it's AA's anniversary.... Can I even get it done by then. I don't know............ I want to though.....
#this one won't be free-to-view but I hope you look forward to it regardless - it'll be on ko-fi#it's about 14pages.... as I mentioned before set right after 3-5#in summary they talk about what just happened and ofc they're gooflords and can't express their emotions#and make some important confessions to themselves and each other#also this time I would also like to do a full cover (front + back)#so if you want to get it printed as a book on your own you can#(altho I guess it's going to be difficult with it being colored? I dunno but the crafty ones have a way probably)#also the cover could be used as a desktop bg I guess so there's that also......#mmm I'm not getting this finished in a month am I.#I am getting more and more bad ideas as this goes I swear-#brain stop#peri update
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Imagining a night creature with a reader who's afraid of the dark
Hi! I like that. This made me think of the monster under the bed I answered a few days ago (find it here). Also, when you sent this I already had a semi-planned story with a girl in a dark street (find it here). But I also got some inspo for this. The idea of the reader being afraid of the dark and the monsters lurking there⌠What she doesnât know is that the monsters there donât want to hurt her, just tease her little human body. This is sweeter than I normally write, but I hope you like it!
Sleeping in the dark
Night monster x fem!reader || Stalking, overstimulation, forced orgasms
You were always afraid of the dark. You couldnât remember a time in your life when you didnât feel anxiety creeping in the back of your neck every time a street was too dark, your curtains a bit too closed⌠Some people laughed about it, saying you werenât a kid anymore, a grown woman shouldnât be scared of the dark. But you couldnât fight your fears, it was beyond your control.
Thatâs why you got a little lamp, always turned on so you could sleep better. Just knowing you werenât in complete darkness, even in your sleep, made you feel a bit better. But you werenât a lucky person, so when you woke in the middle of the night and the lamp was turned off, your anxiety picked with full force. Tears ran down your face instantly, your breath coming in fast exhales, almost hyperventilating.
âHey, hey. Calm down.â A voice came from inside your closet, making you scream as a dark figure opened the door and stepped out. âShhh, stop! Iâm not here to hurt you.â He tried, but you opened your mouth to scream again. He crossed the room in two fast steps and covered your mouth with a hand as big as your whole face. âIâm trying to help, but you need to stop screaming. Are you going to scream if I let go?â You shook your head, tears rolling down your face.
âAw, little human, donât cry.â He pleaded, his voice soft as you felt his weight sitting down on the bed. You moved away, scared.
âThe- the dark. Itâs so dark.â You hiccuped between sobs. âCan you turn on the lights?â You asked, already knowing his answer.
âThe dark is okay. I like the dark. You arenât ready to see me, yet.â He told you. You didnât know if you wanted to see him either. You were scared enough, but his presence was weirdly calming.
âWho are you?â You asked then, equal parts scared and curious. He didnât answer, silence making you wanna tear up again. âAm I dreaming?â You asked, more to yourself than to him.
âNo, you are not.â He answered, his voice closer than you expected, like he was right next to you.
You jumped back, almost falling down. âAre you a monster?â
He sighed, like the weight of the world was over him. âSome call me that, yeah.â
âAre you going to hurt me?â You didnât know why you asked, he could hurt you if he wanted, and you couldnât do shit about it. But you felt calm, like his presence was okay. Some primal part inside of you trusted him, and as naive as it was, you did. You trusted the shadows in front of you, the dark figure that you couldn't even see.
âNo, little human. I would never hurt you. But I can help you.â His voice was so soft that you relaxed completely, your body giving away all the tension, leaving you feeling dizzy.
That picked your interest. âHelp me how?â
âI can distract you from the fear.â The innuendo on his voice was more than clear.
But you asked anyway: âHo- how?â Your voice broke down as you tried to be brave, tried to make sense of the mixed feelings inside of you.
âCan I touch you, little human?â You nodded. You couldnât see his face, but you guessed he could see yours if he told you not to cry. A hand touched your knee, traveling up and up. The flimsy dress you were wearing was put aside as his hand touched the hem of your panties. âIs this okay?â You nodded, speechless.
You couldnât comprehend why you were so pliant to his touch, but you just knew. You knew he was telling the truth, he didnât want to hurt you. He pulled your panties aside, exposing your pussy to the air. A shiver ran down your spine as his pointy fingers touched your clit.
âI saw you touch this tiny pearl so many times⌠You looked so happy when you did.â He told you, rubbing your clit in the exact same way you did. âIâve been watching you for so long. I studied your every move.â He pushed a finger inside of you, curving it to hit the perfect place. âIt pained me to see you touch yourself and not being able to help. To be the one giving you pleasure. But now⌠Now I can, little human.â The idea of him watching you jerk off making your pussy tingle, convulsing against the finger inside of you. âYou like that? You like knowing I was watching? You are a little pervert.â He laughed softly. You blushed.
His fingers were so much longer than yours, almost as long as your biggest dildo, but not so thick. He finger fucked you for a bit, humming and cooing at your reactions. Like you were a cute puppy doing a new trick, amazed when you cried out and repeating the move over and over as you came.
When you calmed down, he asked: âCan I fuck you, little human?â His fingers were still inside of you, rubbing softly, not trying to fuck you, just resting inside.
âYes.â You choked out as he took his fingers out and felt his weight setting over you. He positioned himself and started pushing in slowly. âYou⌠It feels weird.â You whispered, he chuckled. âMy dick is not like the human ones. I have⌠ridges.â He pushed further, the aforementioned ridges rubbing against your walls and making you moan. âDo they please you?â You tried to answer, but the only sound that escaped your lips was a broken moan. He took that as a yes and started fucking you, slow but deep.
It wasnât enough. âFaster. Harder.â You pleaded. He complied, setting a fast pace that made your boobs bounce up and down, almost hitting your chin. His hands on your hips were going to bruise, but you didnât care. He had the perfect dick, even better than the tentacle dildo you always used.
Before you knew it, you were falling apart around him, his dick twitching as he came, too. But he didnât stop, his dick still hard inside of you. He waited for a few seconds and started fucking you again. You didnât know how he could keep fucking, how his dick was still hard, but you wanted to thank whoever created him for giving him that stamina. He fucked you over and over, for what felt like hours.
After what felt like a hundred orgasms, maybe they were, your oversensitive clit felt raw. Your pussy felt used and abused, but the pleasure was still there, almost painful. He kept asking you to come again, to let him feel your pussy contracting around him. To let him fill you again. And again. And again.
âI canât anymore. PleaseâŚâ You begged. You came so many times you lost count.
âJust one more, little human. One more and Iâll stop.â He told you, his pace not flattering for even a second.
You felt tears running down your face. âI canât.â You choked out, your body spent. But he kept going. He rubbed your clit furiously, using his come as lube. Your last orgasm was pushed out of you, he forced you to come around his dick, almost to the point of pain. You cried as you came, so sensitive and tired⌠He wiped the tears away as he buried himself deep and came again, adding to your overflowing pussy.
He pulled out slowly and disappeared. Appearing seconds later with a warm cloth to clean some of the mess between your thighs.
âWould you stay?â You whispered, grabbing around his wrist still cleaning you up.
âSure thing, little human.â He whispered back, his body curling around yours two seconds later.
For the first time in your life, you slept in the dark, a monster guarding you.
Part 2 can be found here.
#monster#monster fucker#monster imagine#monster x human#teratophillia#monster boyfriend#monster x reader#terato#monster kink#monster in the closet#monster smut#request
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Pretty Boy | s.r. x fem!reader
a/n: you know i had to do something for glasses reid iâd be crazy not to.
âoh, here comes your pretty boy. capital p and b.â derekâs smooth voice entered your shared office with jj. you didnât bother asking who, even coyly, he would just say something along the line of âyour other half, pretty girl.â
so you rolled your eyes while scanning over a case file, not bothering to direct attention to the man. âand why the need to visit my space?â a teasing reply, both knowing his visits to the double liaison office were once in a blue moon.
there was the sound of shuffling before derek responded, âcause i wanna see your reaction.â such a vague answer that it caused you to pick your head up with a quizzical look, âwhat are-â and you stopped when spencer poked his head through the cracked doorway.
âhey y/n, i brought youâŚâ you didnât hear the rest of his sentence. eyes too focused on spencerâs face and the new wardrobe attire perched along his nose.
your heart beat fast in your ears and you could feel your body warm in temperature. it was like you were sent back in time to high school and spencer was the insanely smart, pretty student ripped right from your fantasies. you hoped you werenât drooling at the sight.
ây/n? you alright?â spencerâs voice was much closer now and when you blinked he was directly in front of you with the back of his hand to your forehead and a frown on his face. derekâs chuckles filled the crowded space and you couldnât even manage a side eye.
âyou feel warm. you didnât happen to catch anything from the last case, did you?â full concern with round puppy eyes shining behind black frames. your heart was the picture of a popsicle melting on a hot summer day.
you took a swallow, ânot- not that i know of.â eyes honed onto a freckle placed to the left of spencerâs chin.
derek laughed again, âease up on her, pretty boy.â he moved closer and stood behind spencerâs left shoulder, a smug expression painted on his chiseled face.
âiâm just checking if sheâs physically well.â spencerâs voice got high from defending himself and his actions while glaring at derek.
derek then jerked his chin at your sheepish expression, âwell itâs declining each second youâre in her space.â joking at the expense of your crush, but spencer took it the wrong way and pulled his arm back to his side. âsorry, right boundaries. shouldâve asked first.â
you managed to bounce back when he started moving away, âno! no, itâs- derekâs just joking. i- i donât mind you touching me.â and it took two, two seconds, for your mind to process your wording.
âoh this is a great morning.â derek howled then decided heâs seen enough, leaving both of you hot and pink cheeked.
squeezing your eyes shut you wished for the floor to swallow you hole and drag you away from this situation. âiâm- iâm sorry⌠about that. bit- bit scattered brained right now.â trying to play everything off.
âyou- you sure youâre alright? iâm certain hotch will let you leave early.â spencerâs brows pinched in the middle turning his face into more of a pout. oh he has no idea the effect on you.
you smiled gentle at his worry, âiâm well, just been staring at potential cases too long, thatâs all.â fingering at the edge of the manilla folder in your lap.
âalso i like the new look,â circling a finger around your eyes to play charades with him than just mention the holy glasses. âthey suit you nicely.â friendly but said with a hint of flirty.
spencerâs smiled widened and his cheeks turned from bubblegum pink to a rosie hue, oh how you wish to just cover him in thousands of kisses. âthanks. i ran out of contacts for the month so iâm stuck with these until then.â making it sound like an inconvenience, but oh how you were gonna suffering for a month of those handsome frames.
you turned your head away before you were caught staring for too long and saw a baby pink bag sitting beside your picture frames. you reached out to grab it then pulled it apart to see a sweet morning treat awaiting for your teeth to sink in. âdid you bring this?â asking spencer since you then remember that he said something when arriving but you didnât hear what.
spencer straightened up and happily beamed, âyeah! i was walking past that pastry shop you like and thought youâd enjoy something for all your hard work.â you both knew that was a straight lie since that pastry shop is an extra ten minutes out of either of yours work routes.
but you didnât comment on it just looked spencer in the eye and said softly, âthank you, spence. youâre very sweet.â and with a sudden boldness you leaned forward to press a delicate kiss onto his right cheek.
pulling back you noticed spencerâs lips were slightly parted, he looked almost winded from the sudden action. you were gonna apologize if you over stepped but then jj entered her office with derek trailing behind.
âuh⌠hi.â she stopped two steps inside then saw the way you both fidgeted to appear normal. as if you were doing something you werenât supposed⌠âhi, welcome.â âeverything normal here.â you and spencer talked over each other.
âokay, not even gonna askâŚâ waving a folder about, âbut i found a case and hotch approved so into the conference room for debriefing.â jj gave both of you a final stare then walked around derek to flee the scene.
âcome on pretties, you can smooch later.â âderek!â
#erin writes#spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x gn reader#spencer reid fic#criminal minds fan fiction#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds fic#criminal minds x reader
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Inked Desires
Pairing: g!p Natasha x fem! Reader
Tags Minors DNI: smut, Natasha has a dick, also covered in tattoos w/ piercings, buff out of this world, she's hot okay, cunnilingus, handjobish, unprotected sex, breeding yup, alcohol at the beginning
A/N: I'm cheating and putting these two requests together, oops! This is my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. Also, would really love some feedback on this so I know for the future to either write more like this or just tell me to stop now. Thanks so much for reading and thanks for the requests!! đŠľ
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"Here, take this!" Your friend says over the loud music, handing you another cup half filled with a mixture of liquor.
You don't question her and take the cup from her, drinking it down in only two gulps. Kate laughs and cheers as you do, doing the same with the cup she held.
By now, you were a few drinks in, and the house Kate had dragged you to was full of people. This definitely wasn't your type of scene, but as you danced among the bodies in the lowlit living room, you couldn't help but feel grateful she had.
As your hips move against your friend, she leans over to your ear. "She's staring at you again," Kate laughs, and your eyes move to the corner of the room.
There was the stranger of the night, a tall woman who stood out, whose green eyes had been watching your every move since you walked in the door. Her muscular arms were covered with art of all kinds, disappearing up into the sleeves of her shirt. She brought her red cup to her lips again, her face mostly hidden from the light.
Instead of replying, you only continue to dance, this time keeping eye contact with your stranger. The woman watches as your hips sway, your hands traveling your own body as you move to the music. It doesn't take long after that before she's finally striding across the room, standing a head taller than most of the crowd.
When she reaches you, you can finally see the rest of her gorgeous face. Above her sprightly green eyes, you noticed a piercing on her eyebrow, a few on her nose, and one on the bottom lip of the smirk she gave you. As she stands in front of you, you literally have to look up at her, and you realize she was much more toned up close.
"I'm just gonna grab another drink!" Kate raises her voice above the music for the two of you to hear.
"I'll catch up with you later!" You shout back to which she only laughs and shoots you a "Yeah, right," before walking off.
You turn your attention back to the stranger.
"Hi," she smiles.
"Hi," you reply curiously.
"I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?" She asks. Her eyes shamelessly roam the soft features of your face and the curves of your body.
"Y/N... this is my first time here. What's yours?" You ask with a blush on your cheeks. She tucks back her red hair behind one of her ears, revealing to you even more piercings.
You don't know if it's the alcohol or the feeling the stranger ignited in your chest, but you feel compelled to step forward and rest your hand on her muscular bicep. Your finger traces the tattoos that littered the skin there.
"Natasha," she says with a smile. "Wanna go upstairs?" A cock of her eyebrow with the piercing sticking out is enough to get you wet.
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As soon as the door closes, the two of you are on each other, kissing feverishly. Her hands are under your shirt, touching your skin as she lifts you against the door. Your legs wrap around her hips, and you smile against her lips at how easily she lifted you. She was strong. You could feel her muscles under her tight shirt, squeezing you impossibly close.
But when her tongue slips past your lips, you gasp and pull away, a string of saliva pulling between your mouths.
"What's wrong? Do you need to stop?" She asks with a concerned expression. You look at her with wide eyes.
"No - no, I'm fine, it's just. Is your tongue...?" You didn't know how to ask. She chuckles and ducks her head before looking back at you. Natasha lets her tongue slide across her top lip, and it's then your suspicions are confirmed.
"Split, and yes... it will feel better," Natasha says in a cocky tone, her lips attaching to your neck as she carries you to the bed. You feel your back hit the soft mattress, and she lets go of you to remove your shirt.
"I want to see them all," you breathe out and run your finger over the skin on her arm. She smiles and pulls back, taking off her shirt to reveal she was completely covered. "They're beautiful..." You let your eyes take in the sight of the art, your hands tracing the dark lines and over the grooves of her abs. Natasha is a God.
As she continues to undress you, she kisses as much skin as she can, her lips soft and wet with every touch. When she gets to your breasts, you feel her tongue spread, taking your nipple between the two halves and sucking it.
"Oh- oh fuck," you moan out, suprised at the unfamiliar feeling and how good it felt. Natasha hums and lays you back, kissing down your stomach. When she spreads your legs she looks at you with hungry eyes, seeing how wet you already were.
"All this for me, baby?" She asks, letting a finger move up and down your wet folds. Your body shivers with anticipation. The way she looked at you, the way she looked, you were willing to let this stranger do absolutely anything to you.
"All for you.." You husk back, watching her split tongue wet her lips again.
Natasha kneels down at the edge of the bed and puts your legs over her shoulders, her hands grip your thighs tightly.
"How fucking lucky am I then?" She smirks up at you before placing soft, teasing kisses on your thighs.
You feel her mouth attach to your clit, and the heat in your stomach burns hotter. She licks up your slit, groaning as she tastes you.
"Fuck you taste so good," Natasha moans and let's her tongue lick up to your clit. She let's the two halves spread and rub against you. The new feeling makes you arch your back, your head thrown against the comforter.
"G-God Nat, that feels so good!" You moan and try to squeeze your thighs, but her grip kept your legs spread as she continued to eat you out. The sounds of her mouth against your wet pussy were the most sinful sounds you had ever heard, and the moans leaving your mouth were sounds nobody had ever elicited from you before.
She groans against you, the vibrations causing even more pleasure. "That's it baby," she says in between licks, "Want you to cum all over my face." Natashas tongue moves in two different ways, the coil in your lower stomach twisting up.
Your hands grip the comforter as she moves quicker, and the coil begins to unravel as you come undone
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," your back arches again and your legs tremble around her head as you let out a pornographic moan. Natasha hums agaisnt you as you come, her hands not flinching to hold your thighs apart.
She licks every drop, her tongue swirling around your sensative clit one more time before she lets go and stands up. "Come here," Natasha commands, and with a dizzy mind you sit up, trying to catch your breath. She bends down to take your jaw, kissing you rough and sloppily. You forces you to taste yourself, and her tongue pushes in your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue.
You can smell your own arousal on her face, feeling it wet your nose and lips. You blush, almost embarrassed with how wet this stranger made you.
"Now lets see how well you can ride my cock," Natasha chuckles and pulls back to remove her remaining clothes. Your eyes are settled on her breasts, unable to remove them from the piercings on her nipples. When you can pull yourself away from the sight of the silver metal against pink, you look down to see her remove her underwear. She was hard, painfully hard just from eating you out.
She tosses the boxers in the corner where other random clothes lay, and you gave her a curious look. "It's my room, don't worry. Didn't even know you were in my house, did you, love?" Natasha strides back to the bed and sits with her back against the headboard, pulling you closer to her.
"No, I didn't. I'm sorry... my friend kind of dragged me out tonight," you say with red cheeks, and she kisses you desperately.
"Thank God she did," Nat mumbles against your lips. She lets out a groan as your hand reaches between the two of you to lightly grip her cock, and you could feel how she was already throbbing for you. You begin to move your hand up and down slowly as the kiss turns sloppy, her tongue sliding yours between hers. Natasha revels in the feeling of her in your soft hand, your delicate fingers moving along the veins of erection.
"Shit - that feels so good," she moans into the kiss as your hand movements speed up. Your thumb swipes across the tip, precum dripping out already. You smile at the low moan that leaves her lips and continue to jerk her as you kiss. "I need you, please. Fuck I need to be inside you," she begs, and the sound of her begging was something you wanted to hear again. You take her lower lip between your teeth, sucking on the piercing before letting go with a 'pop'.
"I wanna ride you so bad, Nat.. I'm so wet for you," you whisper and let your kisses trail down to her sharp jaw. You feel her cock twitch in your hand as you speak and she grabs your wrist to stop your hand movements, panting as she does.
Natasha turns you around quickly, groaning at the sight of your ass as you straddle her lap and let her hands guide you onto her thick cock. You slide down slowly, letting out a moan when you feel her filling you up.
"Just relax baby, you're so fucking tight," she mumbles as she watches herself slowly disappear inside of you. She let's out a low moan as she feels your hot cunt swallow her, the back of head hitting the headboard when she feels your walls squeezing her. The feeling alone was enough for her mind to sever ties with reality, the only thought was you.
The sensation has that coil tightening inside of you again. You rest your hands on her toned thighs for support, relishing in the way her muscles flexed underneath your fingertips.
Natashas' hands continue to guide you, and after you had adjusted to her large size, you begin to grind yourself down on her lap.
"Just like that baby, fuck... feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You were just made to take me," she groans, her words only driving you to move your hips faster.
Her large hands move to your sides and up your body, groping your skin as she starts to move her hips up to meet yours. The two of you find a rythem together, and soon you find yourself willingly bouncing on her cock. Her hands moved to gather your hair, wrapping it into a fist in her right hand. She tugs on it and pulls your head back, a loud moan leaves your lips at the feeling.
"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" She smirks, tugging your hair again.
"Yes - god, yes, Nat!" You whine as her lips find your neck. She bites down hard on your pulse point, surely leaving a mark, and leaves hot open-mouthed kisses along your skin.
"I know you do, you little slut. Fucking dripping on my cock. You feel how easy I slide in and out of you?" She says and with her left hand she grabs your jaw. "Answer me."
"I'm so wet, you make me so wet," you whine again, feeling her fingers move between your teeth. You suck hard as you look in her eyes, your tongue swirling around spit dripping down your chin. When you bite down, it surprises her, but she only chuckles darkly.
In a second, Natasha had let go of your hair and pushed you down face first onto the mattress. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, but soon after, she's lifting your hips and sliding into you again. Both of you moan at the feeling of how deep she goes.
"Christ, it doesn't matter how long I fuck you. You're just - so - fucking tight," she grunts in between words, her cock drilling you into oblivion. With every thrust you can hear the bedframe hitting the wall, and you can't help the pitiful noises that leave your mouth.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum," You rasp out. A sharp slap on your ass makes you whimper as you feel it begin to sting.
"No, shit, hold it in," Natasha warns. You feel the pressure of her body move on top of you. The piercings on her breasts rub against your back with each powerful thrust, and her arm moves underneath your neck to hold you tightly.
Natasha grunts in your ear as she pounds into you, letting out a moan when she feels your slick cunt tighten around her length. "I'm almost there, baby. Are you gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?"
You nod the best you can in her tight grip, only able to get out a "Yes," in between gasps.
"You feel so good, Y/N. You want me to cum inside you? Fuck- I wanna fill up your tight little pussy so bad..." She groans against you and her words send you over the edge.
"Oh god, Nat! Please fill me up, please," you beg her, and just the thought of it is enough to let go. Your orgasm ripples through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core.
Natasha moans loudly as she feels you coating her cock with your cum, and she can no longer hold back. "Fuck- Y/N!" She groans and you whine as you feel her hot load spurting inside of you, her cock twitching as she slows her movements. "Take every.. last.. drop.." She pants as she thrusts a few more times.
The two of you stay like that for a while, her cock inside you as she stills above you. Your head rests against her arm as you attempt to catch your breath. When she removes herself slowly, and you wince at the soreness and empty feeling. Natasha lays next to you and you turn on your side to face her.
"Hi," she chuckles at the exhausted features on your face.
"You just fucked the life out of me and you're going to say... 'hi' ?" You laugh, suprised to see a blush on the strong womans cheeks as she laughs along with you. Your hand reaches out, resting on her stomach and tracing the lines of her tattoos again.
After the two of you clean yourselves up, you begin to dress yourself, feeling her eyes on you as you pull your shirt over your head.
"You don't have to go, you know. I'm not like that," she says gently, and you look up to see her pulling on a pair of jeans. You smile at her kind demeanor and walk over to her.
"I have to take my friend home," you say and lean up on your toes to kiss her cheek. She has to bend down for you to reach her lips, but she doesn't complain.
"Well, maybe I can take you out sometime," Natasha smirks and rests her hands on your waist. You nod as you look up to her.
"I would love that.." You reply honestly, wanting nothing more than to get to know her and count the endless tattoos that cover her body.
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The Boys Preference: Wearing Their Clothes
Requested: i followed you for succession and currently im the boys brainrotted so you wouldnt believe my excitement when i realised you wrote for the boys too!!!!! i want to request maybe hc on how the boys would react to reader wearing their sweater/tshirts - anon
A/N: My love, the brain rot is so real!!! When I tell you I have an entire folder of The Boys edits, I mean I am kicking my feet and giggling at these people covered in blood lol. Thank you for requesting! Please feel free to again, I absolutely love writing preferences! I hope you like it!!!! Feedback is always appreciated đ
Butcher absolutely adores you wearing his coat. It drives him wild. It started one night where you two were alone, the group split up. While everyone else had their own jobs, you and Butcher were on surveillance. It was freezing out. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms. You swore you were fine, but he could tell you were putting up a front. Oi, just take it. Not wanting to blow your cover and fight, you put his coat around your shoulders, thanking him. It's a long night and you take shifts. When he catches you curled in a ball, his coat wrapped around you, it tugs at his heartstrings. Something about this image of you just makes him melt. After that, he's eager to see it again. Realizing this, you never turn down his offer. Now you basically have 50/50 custody. You like it. It's warm and worn, but it also smells like him and, when you're apart, remains a reminder that he's always looking out for you. Both M.M. and Frenchie are full of jokes when they catch you wearing it, but Annie and Hughie find it endearing.
Hughie loves that you wear his t-shirts and hates it. Not only do you look better in them than him, which is annoying enough, and now everyone finds them funny now that you're wearing them, but now he can never find the one shirt he wants to wear. It's either on your body or in your closet. Of course he would never stop you, he doesn't want you to stop, but he does wish there was a little bit more of a compromise. You wore it the first time you slept over. Your shirt had been discarded somewhere you couldn't find, but Hughie's was right there. He tried not to show it, he tried not to get caught smiling, but he was way too obvious. Something about seeing you in his shirt made his day, his life. It never gets old. When it's laundry day, most of your clothes end up being his. Now he has double the laundry. Still, it's worth it. His clothes always come back smelling like you. When they get ripped or torn from fights you apologize profusely, but he's just glad you're okay. Who cares about a stupid shirt?
Annie has always loved you in her clothes. When you moved in together, your clothes just sort of became jumbled. Neither of you felt the need to separate them, so you really can't tell if the sweater you're wearing is hers of yours. When she buys clothes she always makes sure you like what she's picking out so that you both can wear it. No one even noticed what you two were doing, that one day you'd be wearing a shirt and a few days later it would be her turn, it's just sort of become a thing. When something gets ripped or torn or covered in blood, you're the first to make jokes. I loved that sweater, you say, though Annie knows what you really mean is it's a stupid piece of clothing, you're just glad she's okay, that's all that matters. Your favorite thing is to look at pictures where, in one, you're wearing this sweater and, in the next, she is. Something about that puts a smile on your face.
M.M. feels a little insecure. You used to love wearing his shirts. Truthfully, no one can tell what's his and what's yours, your and his clothes are so blended. Since becoming in charge of The Boys, as close to a leader as possible, he's lost a lot of weight. Grown smaller, and his clothes no longer fit you. You of course still have his old shirts, but his new wardrobe just doesn't fit. You assure him it's just temporary. The anxiety, the OCD, it really hurts his appetite. He can't even think about food anymore. Still, realizing that you can no longer share, it makes him self-conscious. Something about you wearing his clothes made him think that he was there with you always, that this was a way to protect you, as silly as it might sound. Now that you wear your clothes more, he isn't there to save you. It just adds to his many worries. You assure him you'll be safe, you'll always come back to him, but he just can't help it. You make a point to wear his older shirts as much as possible, not wanting him to worry more than he does.
Frenchie literally can't tell when you're wearing his clothes vs. your own. His style is pretty eclectic. His pants alone are bright and patterned and, to his friends, a fashion offense. His clothes are rarely organized, so you end up picking through piles to find something specific. Most of the time you have to point out when you've got one of his jackets or shirts on. He of course thinks you look better in them than him and he makes it known. Your friends make fun of you and him for some of the outrageous outfits you put together. Everything is worn in and soft and smells like him, a mix of cologne and fabric softener and smoke. Not realizing, Frenchie wears your clothes, too. Only when you ask for a shirt back or where it is does he realize oh! so this belongs to you. Neither of you mind. It makes you happy seeing him wear your clothes. He definitely styles is better than you.
Kimiko's entire closet is all black. Not only is it easy to blend in with the crowd, and it all matches, but it can also hide the sight of blood. Neither of you can really tell whose shirt or pants or jacket belongs to who, considering most of your clothes are pretty identical. Still, she'll poke fun at you every so often when she realizes you've got on one of her shirts. Is that mine? She smiles. Is it? You didn't even realize. You always ask her if she wants it back, if she wants you to change, but she shakes her head. She tells you look good in it, badass even, and you shrug it off, though it means a lot. You and Kimiko both are still figuring out how relationships work. It takes a lot of trust, something neither of you were very well versed in. Sharing clothes is just another way you two show that you're a partnership. No one else can tell, but you can. That kind of attention would normally make alarm bells go off in your head, but you know Kimiko, you know she does it out of affection and not something more sinister.
Bonus! Homelander rarely, if ever, wears civilian clothes. If he's not in his suit, he's probably naked. You've never seen him in anything else. The only time he's done it was to see Sage and that was in secret. Still, you find a way to share by wearing his cape. Typically wrapped around you after you slip from the bed, in search of your own clothes, half-naked and embarrassed. He assured you you have never looked better. Homelander likes power. He likes when people listen to him, respect him, and show him their loyalty. You wearing his cape shows him all of that and more. He never thought he'd like you in his clothes, it's just another thing he's territorial about, but he's pleasantly surprised. Now he expects it. If you forget or just don't wear it, his ego is pretty wounded. You assure him it's nothing against him. Now you go out of your way to do so, knowing it makes him so happy.
Bonus! Soldier Boy feels such an attraction to you when you wear his clothes. He doesn't really wear anything but his suit, so one day you jokingly put it on. You filled it out differently than he did, but it didn't look horrible. When he saw you, he was all smiles. The first thing that comes to mind is wanting to take it off you *wink wink*. What was a joke is now something you do on special occasions, putting it on and parading around in it. The things he says are awfully dirty and make you laugh every time. You never thought something as silly and simple as putting on his suit would end up driving him this wild. You should have known, it makes perfect sense, but you just never realized. When he does, on rare occasions, wear regular clothes, he's the first to suggest that you share. It isn't as enticing as wearing his suit, but the attraction is still there. It makes him feel like you belong to him, that you want to show that off. Nothing matters more to him than that. Nothing makes him feel more seen.
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THE HUSBAND
warning: female reader, saer beingâŚ.saer, yan!isekai!crown prince
a/n: i was so burnt out so lets see what i come up with âŚ.its short ik and yes im cooking up something w cynthia LET ME COOK đŤĄđđĽđĽđĽđĽđŻđŻđŻđŻ
the idea of divorce was swimming in the mist of your mind hours before you regained most of the movement in your body. you knew you had to get out of this situation in a peaceful but quick manner. in your mind, leaving saer should have been easy since he hated edina more than the devil himself. he saw her as a shit stain satan left on earth to torture him for all of his days. so why are tears running down his faceâŚthats odd? from all of the tweets, forums, and blogs saer had close to no emotions for edina. he hated her through and through. in the original story, he wouldâve cheered of joy if she simply asked to part ways. so why was he sitting in front of you crying? was the bacon too salty? was he remembering the good olâ times with his late father? ever since youâve transmigrated into this story, everything has been so weird. aside from you being close to perfectly fine after being fed poison, saer has became more careful.
in the book, saer was close to a bubbling idiot. every single assassination attempt was stopped by a maid because he was stupid. he always played it as cynthia and amanda favoring edina but that wasnt the full truth. he was just too obvious with everything he was doing. you actually kind of felt back for the dummy, no wonder gracie wants nothing to do with him. regardless of any of that, you actually started to feel a bit bad for him. it was obvious saer didnt know why he was crying or how to stop it by the way his face was balled up in red confusion. maybe it was out of guilt or for the plot, either way you wanted to help him. maybe he wanted to kill you but seeing a grown man cry really did break your heart.
ânow, saer..â
gently pushing your hand out to cover his larger ones, you put on a voice of concern. you want to help the poor idiot but you also want to get out of this house alive. maybe playing the sweet docile wife could do you some good, maybeâ
âugh, stupid bitch get off of me.â
slapping your hand off of his, saer attempted to keep a face of pure disgust plastered for you to see. why on earth was he crying, and why on earth are you being so off-putting? at first, your new actions didnt really bother him. were they different? yes, but they werenât unpleasant. but now...it was as if the poison made you utterly indifferent to his presence, which he told himself he loved, but the lord knows thats a lie. you quietly sitting there, dry-face, with a slight frown and uninterested body language, angered him. saer was crying purely for reactions. he thought that crying would help him close this conversation and make you jump up and beg for his forgiveness, but no. all you did was lift your grimly, beastly fingers to âcomfortâ him. what a joke of a woman.
âim finished with my breakfastâ
the scream of the chair was louder than your own thoughts, kicking you out of your own subconscious. what even was that about? you were TRYING to be the version of edina you thought he would like, second from you killing yourself right there and then. so why was he acting like you were trying to jump his bones? he is such a wicked manâŚ.such a sad excuse of a person. its such a shame his attitude is so sour, you were going to try to soften his walls to see if he would lighten up on the poisoning situation. how did he get it? who did he get it from?
âmadam,â
lightly placing her hand on your shoulder, cynthia appeared. scaring you out of your thoughts, you straightened your back and put on the best fake smile you could. you knew cynthia didnt really care for you, as demonstrated by the bath she gave you earlier, but you thought that maybe you could melt this ice queen. her soft ginger coils shaped her face in all the right places, giving her olive skin the type of glow women in the real world would kill for. she had green eyes to match alone with it, making it easy to find yourself lost in them. cynthia was a beautiful woman; just how did she become a maid for this jackass?
âhis royal highness has ordered for you to be sent to your room.â
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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACCIĂN - AN EDDIE MUNSON X READER AU
credit for cute lil cut off divider: @cafekitsune
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18+ â MINORS DNI
pairing: eddie munson x pornstar!reader
summary: eddie is short on rent this month and needs quick cash, luckily he stumbles upon an ad for casting in an adult film and finds himself shooting a porno with you
contains: strangers to lovers trope, drug and alcohol use, mentions of smoking, awkward situations, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected â be safe pls), mentions of people being judgemental of readers line of work, mentions of anal, slightly exhibitionism, lots of smut, a sliver of mechanic!eddie, and eddie being the charming loser he's always been <3
word count: 13.5k (i am so fucking sorry omg)
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Eddie might be way in over his head.
Eddieâs been naked in front of groups of people before (the high school boy's locker room is a scary place to be, honestly), but never in those awful days of forced physical education was Eddieâs dick the center of everyoneâs attention.
Itâs weird, no doubt about it, standing at the front of a conference room with a table full of producers and writers and whatnot just⌠ogling Eddieâs naked frame.
âCan you lift your dick, please? So we can see your balls.â
Yeah. This is definitely going at the top of Eddieâs âweird things Iâve done for moneyâ list.
Still, Eddie reaches down and presses his dick up against his lower stomach to give his audience an unrestricted view of his balls.
Jesus.
âOkay, you can put your clothes back on.â
Honestly, Eddie wouldnât be in this situation if it werenât for Robert, the manager at Eddieâs jobâ well, old job.Â
Robert had some kind of weird fucking vengeance out for Eddie. Maybe it was because Eddie came back high from, like, most of his lunch breaks, but should that really matter if Eddie still got the job done? How coherent do you have to be to organize music records by name? Not very fuckinâ much.
Robert disagreed, though, so he fired Eddie.
Robert was an asshole, though, and whenever Eddie would nicely warn him, âHey, Rob, Iâm gonna be out of town next Saturday,â Robert would still fucking schedule him to close on that exact day!Â
Good riddance.
Except now, Eddieâs short on rent for the month, which is why heâs found himself standing fully naked in a room full of adult filmmakers.
Eddieâs almost dropped out of this deal ten times by now. He wasnât sure if he was keen on the idea of his bare, naked body being out for the entire world and future generations to see. But then Eddie thought about it, and, well, heâs got a pretty decent cock. Itâs an average size, and itâs not weird looking or anything, and his balls donât sagâ and, like, isnât his dick primarily the star of the show? Eddie Jr. could pass for a star, Eddie thinks, and so do the people looking at it right now.Â
And he also really fucking needs the money, so. Porn it is.
Whatever.
Eddie could deal with it as long as he gets enough money to keep a roof over his head. Which reminds himâ âHey, uh, how much will I be getting paid, by the way?â
Eddieâs now fully clothed, car keys in hand, and ready to go now that heâs been dismissed, and heâs scratching the back of his neck as he waits for an answer.
One of the men at the table (Eddie thinks his name is Brian, but heâs not 100% sure) glances up at Eddie from the pile of papers heâd been sorting through, âEight hundred for the booking and ten percent from the sales.â
Which, yeah, that covers Eddieâs rent. It also leaves a little bit of change in Eddieâs pocket, so âSweet.â Eddie nods.
So, Eddie follows one of the assistants to her office, where she hands Eddie a file with the word SCRIPT written in bold and red letters, âRead over it, practice the lines a few times, do whatever you need to do to prepare for Friday.â She kindly smiles.
Sheâs sweet. Short, stout, and pretty, and she has these cute glasses that remind Eddie of a ladybug. Eddie takes the manila folder, bowing his head with a cheesy smile, âThank you, Emily.âÂ
âSo, will I be getting a costume? Do pornos still have those dramatic plots with, like, pirates and shit?â Eddie rambles as he cracks the folder open to take a gander.
Emily snorts, âSure, but unfortunately, youâre not a pirate for this one,â Eddie glances at her and dramatically pouts, âYou will be taking on the role of a neighbor. Pretty simple and easy, not much setup needed, but Iâm sure youâll see that when you read over the script.â
Eddie looked over the script as soon as he got in his van, and Emily was right: thereâs not much setup at all. Thereâs a few cheesy lines, cliche porno shit that definitely gets skipped over, and then they go straight to fucking. Eddie tries to run his lines a few times, but then he fails miserably, so he ends up tossing the script in his passenger seat and making a mental note to look at it later.
How hard can it be?
Apparently pretty fucking hard.
Itâs Friday, and Eddieâs a chaotic mess as he walks in through the doors of the film studio. Heâd just spent the last 30 minutes in his van trying to practice his lines, but Eddie was never the greatest theater kid, and the lines wouldnât stick, so he ended up smoking a joint to ease his nerves.
People are bustling around the room, calling out orders and setting up lights, mics, furnitureâ the whole mile. Itâs an entire ordeal that Eddie has walked into, and for a second, Eddie forgets that heâs one of the actual stars when someone walks up to him and says, âYou're the new talent?â
âHuh?â
âNew talent. Are you the guy weâre filming today?â
Eddie glances around and catches a glimpse of a half-naked girl eyeing him from across the room as a lady fixes her hair for the cameraman. Sheâs pretty. Gorgeous, actually. Nice body and soft-looking skin that Eddie would like to sink his teeth into and leave pretty little marks.
âUh, yeah. Yeah, Iâm Eddie.â
âGood. Youâre late.â
Shit. Eddie mustâve lost track of time while practically hacking up a lung in his hotboxed van.
The person drags Eddie to a vanity and nudges him toward the high chair, âYouâll get your hair and makeup done, then we should be rolling in about half an hour.âÂ
Itâs jarring, really, seeing the amount of work that goes into the shitty raunchy films Eddie jacks off to, but itâs captivating nonetheless. Eddie can see the movement behind him through the vanity mirror, but heâs more focused on the pretty girl still posing for the camera. If thatâs the girl Eddie will be working with, then this will be way easier than Eddie thought it would be because heâs already getting hard. Some might call it pathetic, but oh well.
âHiya, hon! You the new talent?â A chirpy girl walks up behind Eddie, pearly white teeth and glossed lips working in tandem as she chews her gum and blows a quick bubble. She doesnât wait for Eddieâs response as she digs her fingers into Eddieâs curly strands, tossing and gently pulling them about to see what sheâs working with.Â
Her name is Nicki. Sheâs friendly and very talkative; Eddie comes to learn, because for the majority of the time that sheâs working on Eddieâs hair, her mouth is running nonstop. Eddie doesnât mind, though; honestly, it helps to take his mind off of whatever the fuck heâs gotten himself into.
Emily, the assistant from earlier, walks up to the vanity, her cute ladybug glasses slipping down her nose as she steps into Eddieâs viewâ and Eddie is happy to see a familiar and kind face. âWill you be needing a fluffer?â
Eddie blinks, eyes fluttering when the hairstylist dusts his bangs over his lashes, âUhâ a what now?â
Nicki loudly pops her gum as she shakes a can of hairspray, âA fluffer, honey. Someone to jack you off and get you ready for the scene.âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widened for a split second, and he made the mistake of glancing over at the girl who was still modeling across the room. Her tits are out now, and theyâre perfect, and she catches Eddieâs eyes for the second time, and it makes his already stiffened cock stir within his pants.
Eddie shakes his head as he looks back at Emily, his voice higher when he responds, âNo, I uh⌠I think Iâm good.â
Which, duh. Eddie's dick is practically breaking the seams of his jeans because of the pretty girl, and itâs only getting worse because now sheâs walking toward him dressed in a white robe. âYou must be Eddie.â
Eddieâs surprised you know his name, but then he figures, obviously, you must know his name given the fact that youâre about to let him swing his dick near you. âThatâs me,â Eddie smiles, âYou must be⌠Iâm sorry nobodyâs told me anything.â He awkwardly laughs.
You nod with a shrug and tell him your name, âIs this your first time filming?â You ask.
Eddie nods, âIs it that obvious?â He nervously asks. You shrug, âMost guys in the industry need more than a pair of tits to get that hard.â You nod towards Eddieâs crotchâ and oh god. How embarrassing! She knows you were checking her out!
âNo need to be embarrassed though, Eddie. Pretty soon, youâll be shoving your cock down my throat, so.â
Eddieâs cock may have gotten harder from those words alone.
âA rookie? Seriously, Don?â
Your makeup is being done, so you donât see how your manager rolls her eyes at you. âWhen I said I wanted someone fresh, I didnât mean never-been-under-the-camera fresh.âÂ
The makeup artist finishes with your touch-ups, and you take the opportunity to turn to Don and glare at her, âHe doesnât know what heâs doing, Don.â
The older lady waves a dismissive hand, âHeâll do just fine, babe,â she deadpans. You shake your head, turning to look at the man of the hour. Heâs attractive; youâll give him that. Tall, pretty curly hair, sweet brown eyes, a panty-dropping voice. Sure, heâs attractive, okay. But heâs got no clue how to do this type of thing. Clearlyâ I mean, youâre literally watching him gaze down at the dildos that have been lined up for you as if heâs never seen one in his lifeâ which you doubt. If he knew how to find an adult filmmaking studio, then heâs definitely seen some fucking dildos.
You suppress a laugh when he accidentally drops a glass dildo, turning back to your manager as you ignore his chorus of apologies to the staff, âMy case in point.â
Don fails to hold back a laugh, âSo heâs a little off the walls,â she shrugs, âHeâs cute though. And his dick is nice. Trust me.â
And, well, sheâs not wrong.
Donâs never been one to lie without reason, so unfortunately, Eddieâs cock is nice. Pretty, even. Which is weird because after some time being in this industry, the thrill of a nice-looking cock has gotten lost on you because they practically all look the sameâ just different shades of colors, really.
But Eddieâs cock is nice in the sense that itâs real. Heâs not shot up with steroids to make it overly veiny and big or cleanly shaved or any of that superficial camera-ready shit. No, Eddie is natural. Heâs got neatly trimmed curly hairs across his pelvis that smell like his body wash when you nuzzle your nose against it, and heâs big enough to wrap your hand around, but you know the second he pushes inside of you, it will be a nice stretch. Heâs cut, and he has a slight curve to the left, and heâs so sensitive his cock jumps when you tap the pearly white drop that leaks from his tip. You giggle, shuffling forward on your knees as you stroke him.
Youâre already done with the opening scene, finally. Eddie couldnât remember any of his lines, so it took a lot longer than it shouldâve, but you think it was worth it either way because the way Eddie moans when you finally wrap your lips around his tip is the prettiest sound you think youâve ever heard.
âF-fuck,â He quietly curses, hips shifting as you swallow more of him. He sinks a slightly shaking hand into your hair, gently cupping your head as you work your mouth over him. Your eyes flutter to gaze up at him, and your stomach flutters at the cocky grin he gives you. âYouâve got such a good little mouth on you, sweetheart. Gonna let me fuck it?â
You hum and nod as best as you can with his cock in your mouth, and he hums, âOpen up for me, baby.â
You shift on your knees, finding a comfortable position for the action before blinking up at Eddie, indicating youâre ready. Eddieâs hands are steady and certain as he cups both sides of your head, holding you still as he draws his cock out once before slowly thrusting in until your throat tightens around his tip.
He fills your mouth so perfectly, just enough to where you wonât get bored, but you also wonât get an overly aching jaw, and you canât wait to feel him inside you. Canât wait to feel how his cock twitches when he first nestles deep in your walls or how much better the sounds he makes will be.
Itâs a nice feeling, having Eddie fuck your mouth, and you usually donât care much for shots like this because most of the time, itâs either underwhelming or overwhelming, but Eddie fucks your throat in a sense thatâs dirty yet so caring. Heâs spewing out filthy praises, and you're drooling onto his balls, but heâs looking at you with these soft brown eyes and caressing you so gently you might quiver. Fuck, you really wanted to hate him.
Behind the camera, the director makes a motion for you to cut to the next action, but since your back is to them, Eddie is the one that sees it and gently coaxes you off from his cock, cooing when you let out the smallest whine that only he can hear. He smiles, thumb running beneath your swollen lip to catch the strings of spit and cum, âWhat? You liked having me down your throat, sweet girl?â
You mewl, pressing your chin into his palm as you nod.
"Yeah. Want it, please?" You whisper. God, you didnât expect to be fucked out within the first scene. "Aw, maybe next time, princess. You can keep me warm as long as you'd like."
Itâs almost embarrassing, how much you like the sound of that and how it makes your tummy flip, but you donât have much time to think about it because Eddieâs ushering you up from the floor to climb onto the couch and straddle his lap.Â
Youâre both bare now, and when Eddie had first taken his shirt off, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands down his graffitied chest, but you were too busy sinking to your knees. But now you have the chance, and boy, do you fucking take it.
You marvel as you coast your hands across Eddieâs body, fingertips gliding through fields of inked stories and vast skin. His breath hitches when you graze over his nipples, and his hips shift beneath you, wet cock slipping against your sticky folds. You whimper, grinding down onto him, and he curses as he grabs ahold of your hips. âYâlike them?â He sweetly asks, referring to his tattoos.
"Yeah," you nod, grinding down harder to have his cock nestled between your folds, his ruddy tip nudging your clit. âI can tell you all about them if you want.â
You giggle at his timing, but before you can respond, a director speaks up from the side, âLess talking, please.â
Eddie glances over your shoulder and salutes the man, âRoger that, sir.â
You canât help but snort at his actions, but youâre quickly hushed when Eddie reaches down to paint his cock between your folds before lining himself up, âGo ahead and sit on it, baby.â He whispers.
You listen, nuzzling your face against his shoulder as you wriggle yourself down the length of his cock.
And god, you love being fucking right. The stretch is so good, better than you had imagined it to be, and you canât help the high-pitched moan that slips from your lips when Eddie thrusts up into you.Â
"O-oh. Oh fuck," You whimper. Youâre practically boneless as Eddie fucks you, your entire body just draped over him as his hands dig into your ass to help bounce you on his cock. âJesus fuckingâ you feel so good,â He pants, and you mewl, cunt clenching around his cock as he drills up into you. âYou gonna cum for me, hm? Be my best girl and cum for me. I know youâll sound so pretty.â He whispers.
Before you know it, youâre moaning out and writhing in Eddieâs hold, juices dripping down his cock and forming a sticky mess in the patch of curls at his base as you cum.
âLetâs have a shot from the back.âÂ
Your body feels weightless as you and Eddie change positions so youâre on all fours. Youâre blinking through a hazy fog, and it feels so good. Eddieâs hands send chills up your spine as they grip your waist and tug you towards him.Â
âOh, baby, youâre shaking,â Eddie hums, running his hands over the fat of your ass, thumbs digging into the skin to spread you open. Youâre so wet you can hear the sticky noise of your folds parting, and Eddie groans as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. âYou open up so well for me, sweet girl.âÂ
Jesus.
You donât get much of a warning before you feel Eddie lapping and sucking at your cunt, devouring you until youâre nothing but a mess of moans and quivering limbs.
Jesus Christ, that wasnât in the fucking script. Half of the shit Eddieâs doing isnât in the fucking script, and it's making your head spin.
God, who is this man?
You whimper his name, reaching a shaky hand back to grapple at his hair, and Eddie nuzzles his face deeper into your cunt, nose nudging your ass in a way that makes your toes curl. Heâs good. Heâs really good, youâll give him that.
You and Eddie go at it for about an hour, switching positions and pausing every now and then to get a good shot of your cunt wrapped around Eddieâs cock, or Eddieâs tongue lapping over your clit or tits.
And it's fun doing this with Eddie.
Eddie is like a breath of fresh air. Most guys in this industry are stuck up and make things annoyingly serious, and most girls are either bitchy or just want to get it over with, which you donât blame them for.Â
But Eddie makes things feel so normalâ like youâre just two best friends getting filmed having sexâ because he keeps whispering tiny jokes to make you giggle. He tells you how pretty you sound and look, and heâs so incredibly clueless because he keeps leaning in and asking things like, âIs this, like, a good angle for the camera?â and âShould I maybe kiss you more?â and âIs it okay if I stop fucking you for a second? Because Iâm about to blow.â
And all you can do is breathlessly moan and nod because heâs plunging himself so deep into you that it almost hurts, but itâs so good.
Youâre so fucked out you barely even register Eddieâs words when he tells you heâs about to cum, but your body immediately reacts when he pats your hip, indicating for you to get ready.
You scramble down from the couch, limbs weighted from pleasure as you settle on your knees, batting your lashes up at Eddie as he towers over you, stroking his wet cock. Eddie rests a hand on your head, fingers grasping your hair to keep you still as he gazes down at you. Youâre impatient, so you canât help but let yourself sneakily lick the tip of his cock, and he grins, âItâs coming, precious girl. Stick your tongue out for me.â
You shuffle closer, sticking your tongue out as you eagerly await the taste of Eddie on your tongueâ and when you get it, god, you never want it to stop. Everything about it is perfect: the way his face twists up, the way he tastes, the pretty moans he lets out. You want it on repeat.
You might buy this film just to relive it.
You take every last drop Eddie has to give you with a happy hum; a little bit catches your lip, and Eddie swipes it with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth and suckling. You whine, frowning and causing Eddie to laugh, âYou got most of it, sweetheart. Canât be too greedy, can you?â
Itâs like youâre both in your own world. Only talking to each other and enjoying each other's bodies because Eddie just⌠itâs weird, but he makes the room go away. He makes things feel less performativeâ and maybe itâs just your hazy, blissed-out state of mind, but you think you might like Eddie.
Youâre snapped from your trance when the director yells cut, and then everyoneâs springing into action to tear down the set because another crew will be using it next. Eddie helps you stand on your wobbly legs, âYou alright?â
You nod, âGreat. You did good, by the way.â
Eddie leans forward and grabs your robe that had been pushed to the side. He smiles as he holds it open for you, âThank you. You did pretty awesome yourself.â He responds as you slink your arms through the sleeves.
You turn to Eddie as you close your robe and tie it shut. Your assistant, Emily, hands Eddie a robe for himself, and he thanks her, curtly bowing his head as he grabs the plush article. âSo,â Eddie starts as he slips on the robe. You both start walking towards the dressing rooms as he speaks, âThink I could make a career for myself here?â He asks.Â
You halt at that, turning to Eddie with a confused look, âIs that⌠is that not why youâre here?â You ask.
Eddie shakes his head as he ties his robe, âNah, I got fired from my job. Needed some cash for rent this month.â He explains.
Is it selfish to say youâre disappointed to hear this? If Eddie had been wanting to join this industry, you wouldâve had the opportunity to work with him again. But maybe itâs more selfish to say youâre happy he isnât joining this industry. Eddie becoming an adult film star would mean half of the time, heâd be fucking other people, and unfortunately, that idea alone makes your gut twist with jealousy.
You nod, pursing your lips as you fiddle with your fingers, âWell⌠would you be interested in this type of thing?â You try your best to sound casual about it, and you think it works because Eddie only shrugs again with a short hum, âI donât know. Wouldnât be opposed to it, I guess.â
Before you can respond, Emily calls your name, âDon needs to speak with you in the other room about your next shoot.â
You turn back to Eddie and try to commit his pretty brown eyes to memory, âI guess Iâll see you around, Eddie.â You smile. Eddie smiles back and does somewhat of a dramatic bow, and you snort as you walk off.
You glance over your shoulder as you walk with Emily.
âCould you do me a favor?â You ask her. Emily nods, and you take one last glance at Eddie before he disappears into the dressing room.Â
âGet his number for me. And leave it in my purse, please.â
A couple of weeks have passed since Eddie made his big debut in the film world.
Eddie made a pretty penny from that film, enough to pay his rent and have some play money on the side. Thankfully, Eddie doesnât have to scramble for cash this month again because he got a job at the mechanic shop downtown. Itâs a lot of labor and a lot of hours, but the pay is good, and nobody gives a shit if Eddie comes back from lunch smelling like a dispensary, so.
Suck that, Robert.
However, Eddieâs still thoroughly surprised to see you sitting in the shop office when he returns from a quick smoke break. âWoah, funny seeing you here. Car problems?â He questions. Eddie tries not to think about the fact that heâs seen you completely bare before. Tries not to think of how heâd spent over an hour in your guts last month or how you swallowed his load like it was nothing. Eddie fails miserably.
You shake your head as you stand up from the leather couch in the office, grabbing your purse as Eddie walks closer to you, âNo, actually, Lolaâs doing great.â
Eddie cocks his head, âLola?â
You nod, âMy car.â You gesture out towards the window where your car is parked. Eddie makes an understanding noise as he nods.Â
âI was actually hoping to talk to you.âÂ
Eddie pauses at that, confusion settling over his body as he looks at you. Youâre beautiful, kind, soft eyes with soft, pretty lips that Eddie thinks about kissing when he goes to bed. Eddie points to himself with raised eyebrows, âMe?â
You nod again, âYeah, about like⌠my job and stuff.â
Oh.
Ohhhh.
âOh, shit, yeah, um,â Eddie glances around the office and nods, âYeah, we can step out and talk, like, in my van, maybe?â He offers. Not because heâs, like, ashamed to talk about porn or something, most people watch it! But a few of the guys that work here are downright dipshits, and Eddie wonât hesitate to punch one of them if they say some sly shit about you or your job. And, well, Eddie would like to keep his job, so.
You donât take offense to it, though; you just nod with your pretty smile and tell Eddie to lead the way.
Eddieâs van smells like weed, cologne, and a hint of whatever he had for lunch.
âSorry,â Eddie mumbles as he clears off the passenger seat thatâs filled with bottles of different drinks, rolling papers, food wrappers, and things of the like. âSheâs seen better days.âÂ
You smile nonetheless, thanking him when he steps away and holds the door open for you. You hop into the seat, glancing around as Eddie shuts your door and jogs to the driver's seat.
He gets in with a heavy sigh, hair unruly from the wind, brown eyes wide and excited when he looks at you. âHey.â He huffs with a smile, and thereâs a piece of hair in Eddieâs bangs thatâs sticking straight up. âHey.â You giggle, reaching out to fix the rebellious strand. Eddie softly thanks you, and you swear you see a hint of pink dust across his cheeks.
He shifts in his seat, rubbing his hands against his thighs as he sighs again, âSo⌠whatâs up?â
God, heâs so cute. So incredibly weird and awkward and cute. He looks handsome in his navy blue coveralls, grease stains smeared across his torso, and some sneaky smudges on his neck. âYouâre very hard to get ahold of, you know?â You tease.
Eddieâs face twists in confusion, âHuh?â
You shrug, distracting yourself by poking around at his dashboard, sifting through the CDs and tapes he has lying about. Eddie doesnât stop you; he only watches, and you give him a cheeky smile. âMy assistant got your number, right? But then you, like, never answered my calls.â You shrug as you flip through more of his things. You hear Eddie mumble something about needing a new cord for his home phone before he asks louder, " So, howâd you find me?â
God, he must think youâre a stalker or something. You didnât really think that through, honestly.
You hum, âJust asked around a bit. Youâre a bit of a hot commodity around here, by the way. Heard you started a cult? Whatâs that about?âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widen at your words, and you laugh, âOh god. Jesus, no, I didnât start a cult. I just,â he groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose, âI was just weird in high school.â
âYouâre still weird.â
Eddieâs face falters at your words, but you smile as you add, âI like it.â
Eddie blushes again, but he turns to look away this time, and you think heâs the cutest thing youâve ever set your eyes upon. He turns back to you with a shy grin, âDid you come here just to flirt with me?â He teases, wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger to twirl in a shy manner. âMaybe⌠but I also have a question.â You respond.
Eddie nods, âShoot.â
You take a deep breath as you shift in your seat, âWell, uh, I wanted to ask if you maybeâŚâ You glance at Eddie, who's expectantly awaiting your question, and your stomach twists with nerves. Why are you so nervous to ask Eddie for something youâve already done before?
âWell, Iâm doing a shoot tomorrow,â you finally begin, âAnd I just found out the guy they paired me with is, like, a total assholeâ Iâve worked with him before, heâs justâŚÂ awful,â You explain. âSo, I was just⌠I donât know; I was just wonderingâ hopingâ youâd be up for it, maybe? To take the guy's place, I mean.â
You finish rambling and glance at Eddie as his eyes widen, âOh, um. Likeâ like, film with you again?â
Eddie could leap for joy right now.
Not only are you, like, the cutest, prettiest, kindest fucking human being to ever grace this earth, but youâre sitting in Eddieâs van, chewing on your lip and asking Eddie to fuck you for the cameras again.
Eddie mustâve done something incredibly right in his past life.
âOh!â Eddie starts, â Um⌠yeah, Iâd love to!â What? Weird, take that back. âNo, I mean, like, not in a weird way. I justâ Iâd rather not let the asshole do it if I can do it.â
God, could Eddie sound any more pathetic?
Still, despite how dumb Eddie sounds, you smile and clasp your hands together, âOh, are you sure? I know itâs last minute, and itâs not really the ideal taskââÂ
âWoah, wait. What do you mean not the ideal task?âÂ
Because literally, what do you mean? How could that not be the ideal task? And who made you think that fucking you isnât the ideal task? If itâs that asshole you were supposed to work with, then Eddie has a few colorful things to say about and to him.
You shrug, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, âNothing, I just know my job isnât⌠you know, traditional or whatever. And you had only done it that one time because you needed it, so I get it if youâre, like, not in the mood to fuck on camera for a bunch of random people.â You ramble. Which, uh, no. You could not be further from the truth. Eddie would love to fuck you on camera for a bunch of random people. Hell, Eddie would love to fuck you under any consensual circumstance, if heâs being honest, so. Yeah, heâs pretty excited.
âNo,â Eddie shakes his head, âNo, Iâ I want to, really, I do.â Eddie nods.
Your unsure frown spreads into the prettiest smile before you reach across the center console to pull Eddie into the most bone-crushing, you-scented, chest-warming hug Eddieâs ever been given as you spew out a chorus of thank yous.
âI brought a copy of the script for you to look over so youâre not totally confused,â Eddie watches as you pull back to reach into your bag and pull out a manilla folder. âI usually like to color coordinate my scripts, so I did it for you too. The pink is me, and the red is you, and the specific actions they want us to do are in blue.â You point out. And Eddie thinks he might kiss you right nowâ youâre so fucking cute!
âWow, thanks, um⌠I wish I were, likeâŚÂ good with these types of things, but I think you saw how majestic I am with scripts.â Eddie huffs out a laugh as he scratches the back of his neck. You smile, âI can help youâ if youâd like.â
Oh, youâre trying to kill Eddie at this rate.
Eddie nods either way, even though heâs six feet underground and knocking at the fiery gates. âI would love that, actually. I finish work in about three hours if youâre free.â
Eddie definitely broke a handful of laws while driving home.
Since you offered to help Eddie with his lines, you both decided to meet at Eddieâs place. He gave you his address, told you how to get into the complex, and said see you later. Now, Eddie is ecstatic to see you, obviously, but Eddie canât remember if his home looked normal or like a Walmart clearance aisle after black Friday, so he ran through multiple stop signs and red lights to get home before you showed up so he could clear things up.
Heâs hustling through his apartment like a madman, picking up strewn clothes and cat toys before speeding through the few dishes he had in his sink. Honestly, Eddieâs apartment has seen worse days, so thereâs not much cleaning he has to do, but heâs still stressed when he hears a knock on the door.Â
Eddie doesnât even like candles, but he lit one just in case thereâs a smell heâs grown used to lingering about. Eddie just doesnât want you to think heâs a slob. Because he isnât. He just has an orchestrated chaotic lifestyle.
Eddie couldnât be happier when he opened his door because there you were, beaming with a smile and a bag of takeout, and Eddie thought it wasnât normal to be this soft for someone youâd basically just met.
âWelcome to my humble abode,â Eddie dramatically bows with an extended hand to show the entrance of his small, homey apartment. You smile as you walk in, taking in your surroundings.
Itâs nothing extraordinary, honestly. Eddieâs home is really just vomit of everything Eddie likes: favorite colors, favorite movies, favorite game characters, etc. Itâs like Eddieâs brain exploded and painted itself all over the place. Eddie had a girlfriend many moons ago, and she changed things around to become more coordinated, so now itâs less of a shit show and more of an abstract museum sort of thing.
Whatever. Doesnât matter anyway because youâre gasping and picking up the little roommate Eddie has.Â
âWhoâs this?â You coo at the little creature. Youâre looking down at the furball as you scratch behind her ear, âThat,â Eddie sighs, âIs the reason why I didnât get your calls.â
You look up at Eddie, confusion written across your face. Eddie points across the room to the wall where his home phone hangs, except the wire is broken. âLittle asshole chewed through the wire, and Iâve been slow to replace it. Her name is Banshee.â
The cat meows at the mention of her name, wide eyes blinking up at Eddie as you coddle her. Sheâs a fluffy cat with a black coat decorated with two white spots: one on her back and the other just behind her ear.
You hum, âSo technically,â You drag, âItâs your fault.â You tease. You coo as you press your cheek to the tiny kitten, gazing up at Eddie with these soft eyes, âI donât think you can blame this cutie for your laziness.âÂ
Eddie rolls his eyes, wills away whatever power he has to not kiss you, and gently takes the takeout bag from your hands so you have less to carry. âFine then. Ask her what happened to the laces of my work shoes, too, since sheâs so innocent.â
Eddieâs home is soâŚÂ Eddie.
Heâs got music and horror movie posters framed along his walls, cute little scary figurines randomly placed within his bookshelves, and thereâs an overall smell of Eddieâs musk and the sandalwood candle he has burning. Itâs cozy, a nice space for one person who enjoys their alone time, and he let you choose a record to play from his extensive collection, and he has the world's cutest little cat, so itâs safe to say you could spend an eternity in Eddieâs world.
âShit, that wasnât my line,â Eddie stresses. You smile as Eddie tosses the packet onto his coffee table and falls back onto the couch, âWeâre wasting our time here, princess. I dropped out of theater for a reason.â He grumbles.
You sigh, tilting your head against the couch cushion as you gaze at Eddie, âYouâre thinking too hard about it.â You say. âItâs a porno, not a Grammy-nominated film.â You point out.
Eddie snorts before giving a short shrug, âFor the record, I think you could land a Grammy, sweetheart.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âYeah, right. You donât need to suck up to me, Eddie, youâre already gonna fuck me tomorrow.â You jokingly say.
Eddie waves you off and shifts into a more comfortable position. âSo,â He starts, âWhatâs the asshole guy's deal?âÂ
Banshee has hopped onto the couch and made her way into your lap, tiny paws kneading the material of your jeans as she settles. You gently pet her as you glance at Eddie and shrug, âNot sure, heâs just a total dick,â You grumble. âI worked with him once last year, and he, like, told me I wasnât the best or whateverâ which, okay, I can totally understand,â You ramble, âI donât think Iâm, like, some sex god. I donât expect to be everyone or anyoneâs best fuck, but still! It just⌠it didnât make me feel good, the way he said it.â You windedly explain. You distract yourself with the cute animal in your lap as you finish your explanation, âSo, I asked my manager never to pair us again, butââ You shrug.
Next to you, Eddie shifts once more and scoffs. âHeâs a fucking shitfaced liar, princess.â
You snort, playfully rolling your eyes, âEddieââ âNo, Iâm serious. Heâs a liar. Anybody who even gets the chance to touch you is a lucky fucker, okay? If anything, he probably begged your manager to let him work with you again.â
âYouâre just saying that. I donât need you to try and make me feel better, and it was so long ago anyway.â âYeah, but thatâs the thing, Iâm not.â
You frown as you gaze over at Eddie, watching as he sits straight and looks at you with a serious gaze in his eyes. âI donât know whatâs up with that guy, maybe he was dropped as a baby too many times, but anybody with common sense and a properly functioning dick knows just how fucking amazing you are. End of discussion.â
And well, itâs pathetic how your chest warms at his words, but it does. And as Eddie goes on to ramble about his hectic week at work, you canât help but let your mind spin with Eddieâs kind words until nothing is in your mind but the echoes of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
Not many times has Eddie woken up with a girl in his home. Well, at least not a girl that heâs actually liked for more than a one-night stand or a shortly-lived fling.
After running the script for the last time, Eddie suggested putting on a movie and digging into the takeout youâd brought. The meal was delicious, and the movie youâd landed on was hilarious, but itâs hard to keep your eyes open on a full stomach, so when Eddie felt your head drop onto his shoulder, he couldnât help but let his body sink into the couch and fall asleep too.
Youâd woken up about an hour later and tried to make your escape quietly, but Eddie insisted you shouldnât drive in such a sleepy state, so he let you make yourself comfy in his bed. Banshee, the little traitor, trotted right behind you and left Eddie on the couch to snuggle up beside you for the night.
Youâre cute in the morning, Eddie thinks. You have an adorable little pout, and you yawn about 80 times until youâve had a sip of coffee.Â
It takes nearly a lifetime to drag you away from Banshee so you and Eddie can head to the studio because you adore the little asshole, and Banshee loves anything thatâll give her the time of day. You make Eddie promise to let you see her again, though, so you sadly say goodbye with a soft peck to the fluffy area between her eyes and let Eddie drag you to his van.
The car ride is nice; Eddie lets you mess around with the contents of his van and go through the stack of CDs heâs compiled over the years. You land on one of Eddieâs favorites, an old mixtape Wayne made in college that Eddie spent most of his high school blaring loud enough to blow out a speaker.
Today, youâre shooting in a houseâ a nice one that Eddie could only conjure up in his dreamsâbut he doesnât have much time to dwell on it because heâs being dragged over to makeup and hair as soon as he steps in.
âYou thinking of joining the industry?â Nicki asks as she works a nice-smelling mousse into Eddieâs hair.
Eddie had been busy watching you talk to one of the producers, but he finds the strength to tear his eyes away and gaze at Nicki through the vanity mirror. âNo, not exactly. Just⌠doing a favor for a friend, I guess.â
Nicki raises an eyebrow, âA friend? Donât act like I didnât see you two come in together.â
Eddieâs face warms at that, the tips of his ears turning red as he stutters, âHuh?âÂ
Nicki looks at Eddie with a âDonât bullshit meâ look.
âI mean, like, yeah, we had breakfast togetherââ âMhm.â
Eddie huffs out a gentle laugh, âNo, really, weâre friends.â
âFriends that fuck on camera and look at each other the way you two do? Sure.â
Eddie doesnât ask what Nicki means by that becauseâ well, he knows what Nicki means by that. Heâs caught himself looking at you like you put the stars in the sky one too many times, and itâs almost embarrassing. Almost.
But can you blame Eddie? Can you really blame him when youâre the prettiest girl heâs ever seen, the softest smile, the greatest laugh, and the sweetest personality? Itâs not Eddieâs fault that youâre perfect.
Eddie just thinks youâre neat.Â
He thinks youâre amazing, actually, and itâs hard to remember his fucking lines when youâre standing under a steaming shower, wet body glistening and pebbled nipples practically begging for his mouth.
Heâs butchering the script, thatâs for sure, but he figures itâs not too bad since nobodyâs corrected him.Â
The scene starts with you taking a shower and Eddie being a peeping tom, which ultimately leads to Eddie sinking to his knees and licking into you until youâre a quivering, sticky mess on his tongue. Eddie would spend forever on his knees, between your legs, if he could because you taste heavenly and sound better than any song Eddieâs ever listened to, and that says something.
Your fingers thread through the wet strands of Eddieâs hair, and Eddie rapidly blinks when he gazes up at you, only to get an eyeful of his wispy bangs. You smile, petting back his bangs so he can see, and he hums, nudging his face further against you, his tongue teasing more, fingers curling deeper.
It doesnât take long to make you cum, and the second you do, Eddie is standing up, shutting off the shower, and ushering you out into the expansive main bathroom. Itâs almost as if itâs just Eddie and you in the room. No cameras, no directors or producers, or that weird pervy lighting guy that compliments you way too fucking much for Eddieâs liking. Itâs just you and Eddie.
âLetâs do an over-the-counter shot next.â
Fuck. Itâs not just you two, actually.
What a buzz kill.
Either way, Eddie finds himself pressing your wet, naked waist down against the sink, smiling when you squeal at the cold marble touching your skin. âStick your ass out, baby, let me see that gorgeous ass.âÂ
You mewl as you follow Eddieâs instructions, tipping your hips back to present yourself to him and the cameras. Youâre dripping. Swollen and wet and throbbing, and Eddieâ god, Eddie feels like a fucking animal.
âGot such a pretty pussy, honey. All wet and ready for me, hm?â He teases, gently running his fingers through the sticky arousal between your legs. You shakily breathe as you nod your head, âYeah. All for you. Please.â
Eddie steps forward, grabbing his cock and painting it between your swollen lips as he hooks his other arm across your shoulders, pulling you back to press against his chest. He presses a wet kiss to the skin of your cheek in front of your ear, voice dry and needy as he whispers in your ear, âYouâre so fuckinâ pretty,â His eyes catch yours in the mirror as you keen. âAsk me to fuck you.â
You whimper out loud, wriggling your hips back into his as your hands grip the counter, âP-please fuck me. Please. Need it so bad, want your cock so bad Iâ o-oh.â
The slide to home base is fucking otherworldly. It was life-changing the first time, and itâs life-changing now, and if Eddie ever gets the chance to fuck you again, he knows itâll be life-changing then.
Youâre so warm, and you're sucking Eddieâs cock in so nicely, so sinfully, that Eddie almost makes a deal with the devil right then and there. Your chest is heaving by the time Eddieâs pelvis presses to your bum, his cock nestled deep into your pulsing cunt. Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest against your back as he loops an arm around your shoulders, holding you tight to him as he gives one slow thrust. He coos when your eyes flutter shut, and your jaw drops, a shaky hand reaching up to sink your nails into Eddieâs forearm.
âS-so deep,â You slur, wriggling your hips back against Eddie.
Eddie grunts, âFuck. You feel so good, baby. Always so warm and ready for me, hm?â Eddieâs lips are wet against your jaw as he whispers into your ear, and you nod with a mewl.
Eddie works up the pace relatively fast in favor of the cameras, and at some point, he reaches down to grip the thick of your thigh and haul your leg up to rest on the counter so youâre spread open even more. The angle makes it easier for him to catch your spot, and itâs better for the camera to capture the sight of your soaking pussy wrapped around Eddieâs cock, dribbling onto both of your thighs and creating a sticky ring of arousal at the base of Eddieâs dick.
Eddieâs hand is wrapped around your throat when you begin twitching around him, mumbling promises of your climax, and Eddie doesnât waste time in sinking his hand between your legs to help you reach the edge quicker. Your moans fall silent, eyes squeezed shut, and jaw dropped wide open as Eddie fucks you through your orgasmâ and fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing and pulsing and dripping around Eddieâs thighs, throat vibrating beneath his palm when air comes back to you.
âThere we go, baby. Get it all out, push it out, honey.â Eddie encourages you.
Youâre shaking, trembling like a leaf in Eddieâs arms, and Eddie wants to spend forever tucked into your pussy, warm skin sticky against him, pretty little whines and mewls coating his brain in this cutesy pink fog that makes him want to fucking marry you.
Get you a home, give you his babies, maybe even get you a fucking dog and just live happily goddamn ever.
Jesus, Eddieâs a goner.
âF-fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
Eddie pulls out last second, jerking himself off between your cute ass cheeks until heâs spurting white ropes of cum up your back.
Eddie, ever the considerate man he is, pushes your hair out of the way to avoid getting any of his sticky release in it. Youâre breathing heavily, pretty eyes glazed over as you glance back at Eddie, a shy glint in your eyes at the sight of your skin painted in his cum.
Eddieâs obsessed with you now, no doubt.
His ringed fingers slide through the sticky mess on your skin as he grips your ass cheeks, gently spreading them apart and humming when you arch your back, proudly swaying your ass in front of him. The sight makes Eddie dizzy; pools of cum dripping down your back to slink its way through your ass and over your sticky folds. âYouâve got such a cute little hole, baby.â Eddie compliments, taking his thumb and smearing his cum over the puckered muscle, softly laughing when you whine.Â
He lightly slaps your ass then, reaching forward to gently grasp your face with his messy hands and pull you back to press a firm kiss over your lips. His thumb, the one that had smeared his cum over your tight hole, sinks between your moving lips, pushing into your mouth and onto your tongue as he whispers a small command to taste it, and you mewl.
âSo good, princessââ
âCut!â
You both jolt at the booming voice, getting rudely snapped out of the daze youâd fallen into.Â
These fucking cameras.
You smile, dropping your cheek onto your shoulder as you bat your eyelashes up at Eddie from over your shoulder, âYouâre a natural, Eddie, you know that?â
Eddie huffs a laugh, thanking the assistant when they bring you towels and robes.
âWell,â He breathes as he slinks the robe over his shoulders, watching as you do the same, âIâve got the best coach.â He winks.
Now that you and Eddie have done two films together and basically had a sleepover, youâre practically inseparable.
Itâs funny, really. Eddie thought maybe the fact that youâve seen each other bare and had sex on camera might hinder the aspect of any friendly connection because, well, Eddieâs never done this before! Heâs not a pornstar, so heâs not sure how the friendship/relationship aspect of it works, but luckily, itâs easier than most normal friendships Eddieâs had before.
You talk almost every night over the phone (Eddie finally fixed the wire), going over one anotherâs day and laughing at embarrassing or funny moments. You go on for hours until either one of you falls asleep, and itâs usually you since Eddie has the sleep schedule of a newborn baby who doesnât know the difference between night and day. All the better for him, though, because he gets to poke fun at you the next day and tease you about how you sometimes snore.
And Eddie loves listening to you talkâ could spend hours cuddled up with Banshee as he listens to you ramble on about whatever new show youâre watching or the latest gossip at work. Itâs Eddieâs favorite part of his day, talking to you, so he kicks himself when he realizes he forgot to call you last night.
Heâs getting ready for bed when he remembers, and he practically sprints to his phone on his nightstand and dials your number in less than thirty seconds. It takes you three rings to answer, and Eddie smiles at the sound of your voice, âHello?â
âHi, princess,â Eddie responds.
You gasp, âEddie, hi! Oh, I was just about to call you! Where have you been?â You ask. Eddie groans, dropping back onto his mattress with spread arms. âWorking. Iâm so sorry I forgot to call. I just started a new schedule at the shop, and the hours are awful.â
Eddie can hear your frown when you respond, âBummer. Iâve got a way to cheer you up, though.â
Eddieâs eyes are closed, and sleep is so heavy in his bones he feels like heâs sinking through the mattress, but he smiles as if itâs second nature when he responds, âHit me.â
You cheer, and Eddie hears the rustling of grocery bags on your end as you speak, âMy manager gave me a shit ton of holiday chocolates she had left over, and well, I was wondering if youâd like to drown yourself in sugar with me?âÂ
Eddie softly laughs, folding his arm to rest his hand on his tummy as he nods, forgetting you canât see. âYou didnât even have to ask.â
The drive from your flat to Eddieâs is typically around twenty minutes, but with the benefit of it being nearly midnight and most normal people being in bed by now, youâre knocking on Eddieâs door in just a little under twelve minutes.Â
Eddie opens the door to let you in and immediately just wants to kiss you. Youâre dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, loose pajama pants with cute little ducks printed on them, and fluffy house slippers. You grin up at Eddie as you lift a bag full of candy, âI come bearing gifts!â
Eddie had been exhausted all day, but now that heâs had two handfuls of sugary treats, heâs ready to run a fucking marathon.
Heâs sucking on a sour apple jawbreaker and watching some shitty romcom with Banshee curled in his lap when he feels your head softly drop onto his shoulder. He glances down at you and sees the soft flutter of your eyes, âAre you tired? You can take my bed.â He offers.
You tilt your head to blink up at him tiredly, âWill you come with me?â
And well, Eddie was originally going to take the couch, but youâre looking up at him with these cute, bleary eyes, and Eddie canât even imagine saying no. So, he shuts his TV off, makes a mental note to clean up the candy wrappers sometime tomorrow, and lets you drag him off to his room.
Banshee decided to take advantage of the new space on the couch and sprawl out, so Eddie doesnât have to worry about asking if youâre okay with her cuddling up on his bed like she usually does.Â
Eddie doesnât do this very oftenâ sleep with other people in his bed, he means. And sure, heâs had partners before that would stay the night here and there, but he hasnât had that in over a year now, so itâs safe to say that Eddieâs a little bit nervous.
He doesnât know if you want to be close, but considering how cuddly you are on a daily basis, heâs not surprised when you press yourself into his side with a content sigh, snuggling deeper into the warm covers. He turns, shifting to wrap his arms around your frame, trying his best to ignore the fast beating of his heart in his chestâ but thatâs not the main issue. The bigger problem isâ âEddie? Are you hard?â
Shit.
God, this is awful. Nothing even remotely sexual happened, and Eddieâs popping a boner and practically stabbing your stomach. Fuck, you probably think heâs a perv now. Nice going.
âNo.â
It falls silent for a moment, and Eddie can feel the quiver of your body as you giggle into his shoulder. He smiles, an embarrassed blush rising over her cheeks as he lifts a hand to palm at his eye, âIâm so fucking sorry.â
You turn in Eddieâs arm, pressing a hand to Eddieâs shoulder to lay him on his back. You stay lying by his side, body pressed to him, head resting on his shoulder. You nose at the curly strands of hair on Eddieâs neck, and your hand runs down his torso, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. âO-oh. No, you donât need to, princess.â Eddie says, yet his voice is shaky and holds anticipation as you drag your nails through the coarse hair leading to his cock.Â
âI want to. Please?â You ask. And youâre so good, so obedient, not touching Eddieâs cock until he swallows and nods his head yes. You wriggle, like a happy pup that got a treat, and your hand sinks lower, wrapping around the thick of Eddieâs cock.
Eddieâs breath hitches, sinking into the feeling of your warm hand stroking up his cock, your thumb running over his leaking tip. Eddie curses, hips twitching up into your hold, and you press a kiss to his jaw, and Eddie nearly bursts into stars.
You press another kiss to his jaw, soft and sweet, and Eddie slinks an arm around you, sinking his hands into your hair and shakily breathing. âYou keep kissing me like that, and Iâm gonnaâ fuck.â
And itâs so pathetic; youâve only had your hand down his pants for less than five minutes, and Eddieâs quivering like a virgin having their first time. God, this is so embarrassing.
You kiss Eddie once more, âWait, wait. Not yet.â
And then you shuffle away from Eddie, and heâs frowning because he feels cold without you snuggled against him. But then youâre sinking underneath the covers, and Eddieâs cursing, âW-what are you doing, honey?â
He lifts the covers just as you wriggle your way between his legs and hook your fingers over the band of his sweats. You peel his sweats away, mouth opening like a hungry lion when Eddieâs cock pops out. You push the front band of his sweats to catch just below his balls, and Eddieâs hips squirm from the pressure making you giggle when his cock twitches.
You loop your fingers around his cock, twisting up on a long stroke, âDid I ever tell you how pretty your cock is, Eddie?â
Jesus Christ.
Eddie breathes shakily through his nose, tummy quivering as your gaze flickers; he shakes his head no. Eddie sinks a hand to pet your hair back, smiling when you nuzzle into his touch, letting your lips brush against his tip, âYou think itâs pretty, baby?â He asks.
You nod, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth to catch the pearl of pre-cum dripping from his tip. You donât say anything else as you lean forward and wrap your mouth around him, languidly taking him as far as you want and sucking him for all heâs worth.
Eddieâs head drops back then, his entire body just losing strength to do anything as you slowly fuck your mouth over him. The blanket falls over you then, and Eddie curses, scrambling to push it back over your head so you donât, like, suffocate on his cock.
And Eddie was already close before, so it doesnât take long for him to start cursing and warning you that heâs gonna cum. Before he knows it, heâs emptying himself into the warm cavern of your mouth, soft mixes of curses and your name tumbling from his mouth as you happily take every last drop.
You pull off of him with a small pop, licking up the small remnants of cum that drool down his cock. Eddie feels weightless now; the effects of sugar are long gone now that you practically sucked his soul through his dick. You tuck Eddie back into his pants, and as if you couldnât get any cuter, any sweeter, you press a gentle kiss to Eddieâs tummy right where the waistband sits.
Eddieâs got a loopy grin on his face when you crawl back up to snuggle back into his side, mumbling something about how you love licking his cock. Eddie nearly dies, by the way.
He thinks heâs in love with you, maybe.
You breathe in deep, draping an arm across Eddieâs tummy and slinking your leg between his, and you sigh all sleepy and cute as you say, âGânight, Eddie.â
Yeah. Eddieâs definitely in love with you.
Weeks go by as you and Eddie become thick as thieves.
You carry on with your nightly calls, obviously, but now thereâs a healthy mix of one of you going to the other's home and crashing there for the night, then that bleeds into the next day where you just spend hours with each other doing fuck all.
Eddie just likes being around you. You donât have to be doing anything particularly fun or sexual; no, Eddie just enjoys your company. And most times, you and Eddie will be doing your separate little activitiesâ you reading or watching a movie while Eddie writes up new campaign ideas for Dustinâ and you will reach out to twirl a strand of Eddieâs hair around your knuckle and gently tug or poke your finger into his cheek where his dimples reside and Eddie just melts.
Most of the time, youâre only doing it for your peace of mind (Eddie knows because you told him when he asked), but something tells him maybe you actually have something to say when you poke Eddieâs cheek for the third time.
He turns to you, brows raised and hiding beneath his bangs that so badly need a trim, âYes, doll?â
You smile now that his attention is on you, and you shift, careful not to wake Banshee in your lap from your movements. Eddie thinks Banshee might like you more than she likes him, which is just downright traitorous, considering Eddieâs the one who feeds her and keeps a roof over her head. He doesnât really blame the cat, though.Â
âWhat are you doing on Saturday?â You ask.
Eddie hums, closing his notebook and leaning back into his couch, âThis Saturday?â
You nod, and Eddie shrugs, lips pouting as he speaks, âNothing, Iâm pretty sure. Why?â
You sigh heavily, sinking into the couch as you gently pet Banshee behind her ear, âWe have an event for work, and I was just wondering if you would maybe wanna tag along?â
Eddieâs head tips in interest, âSure. Is it, like, fancy dress shit?â He asks. Eddie thinks he has a tux somewhere deep in the trenches of his closet. Probably the one he wore to Wayne's wedding two years ago; he hopes he still fits.
You shrug, âEh, nothing too fancy schmancy. Slacks and a nice shirt will do,â You mindlessly watch the television, gently rubbing Bansheeâs ear between your fingers. âThat I can do, princess. But uh,â Eddie pauses, âYou donât seem too ecstatic about this.â He points out.
You shrug, glancing over at Eddie, and Eddie wants to kiss your pouty lips because you look adorable swallowed up in a throw blanket with sleepy eyes blinking up at him. âSâcause Iâm not,â You huff, âI hate those ignorant assholesâ donât get me wrong, some of them are good friends of mine! But most of them are justâŚâ You make a face and roll your eyes, and Eddie softly laughs. You let your head lazily turn to gaze at him, âDon says I have to go, though. So I figured I may as well drag someone I actually enjoy being around.â You softly smile.
Eddieâs heart flutters and grows three times the size of his body.
Saturday night comes quicker than most, and Eddie spends nearly an hour digging through his closet. By the time Eddie finds a nice enough shirt to pair with his neatly ironed (to Eddieâs standard, which is probably not very high) slacks, heâs running behind and starts to stress that he wonât pick you up on time, and heâs just totally made an ass of himself.
Itâs five oâclock when Eddie gets to your flat, and when he knocks on your door, heâs out of breath because he smokes more than a godman grill, and he skipped every other step on the staircase to get there quicker. Heâs thinking of a million ways to apologize for being late, and he thinks he has it right when you open the door, but thenâ âOh. Hey Eds! Youâre early!â
Eddie huffs, nearly doubling over in exhaustion because he seriously needs to quit smoking, âWhaâ early?â
You hold the door open for Eddie to step in and nod. Youâre in a white fluffy robe with house boots on, and your hair is tied back, so you have a clear canvas to work with for your makeup. âYeah, it starts at seven.âÂ
And, oh, what the fuck? Here Eddie was stressing and thinking heâd completely ruined his chances with you because he decided to be an asshat and lose track of time on his video games, but in reality, heâs nearly two hours early?!
âOh, but now you can help me pick a dress. Come on.â
No, Eddie has zero complaints, actually. Heâs grateful that heâs timely challenged, he thinks as you drag him toward your room.
Eddie spends the next thirty minutes or so seated at the foot of your bed, judging whichever dresses you surprise him with from out of your closet.
It isnât easy to give a solid answer because, well, you look good in all of them. And Eddieâs not even being biased because heâs got a sickening crush on youâ no, you genuinely look amazing in every dress.
âEddie, youâve said yes to all of them.â You huff. âBecause they all look good!â Eddie exclaims.
You frown, resting your hands on your hips and tilting your head at him. Eddie shrugs, âI donât know why youâre upset with me when itâs technically your fault.â He points out, to which you roll your eyes and jokingly throw a dress at his face.
It takes a while for you to decide; by the time youâve figured it out, thereâs about forty minutes until the event begins.
The dress you landed on is evil, to say the least.
Itâs a black puffy babydoll-style dress, except instead of a poofy top half, itâs tight fitting and pushes your chest up to sit nice and pretty, and the straps are thin, and Eddie thinks about the sound youâd make if he just reached out and teasingly snapped it against your skin. Wants to coo when you squirm and mewl and press yourself into him.
And the dress is so short, long enough to cover everything, but you wouldnât have to bend over very far to flash a lucky person, and the sight of your thighs makes Eddieâs head spin.
He doesnât know where the courage comes from because Eddie is anything but bold when it comes to people he has ridiculous crushes on, but Eddie couldnât help himself, watching you bent over the sink as you do your last touch-ups to your makeup, the way your silky thighs rub against one another when you shift to get closer to the mirrorâ Eddie didnât stand a chance.
Heâs behind you before he knows it, and youâre smiling at him through the mirror, âAlmost done, promise.â You say.
Eddie lets his hand slink around your waist, dropping his head to nuzzle into your neck, brown eyes fluttering up to hold your gaze through the glass as he kisses your skin before playfully nipping at you. You squeal, curling away from him, and he smiles as you push at him. âYouâre cute,â Eddie softly says, and he grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip when you shy away from his gaze, âSo pretty.â He adds.
Eddie turns you to face him as he presses you against the bathroom sink. He seeks your lips, but you pout and shake your head, âMy lipgloss.âÂ
Eddie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, careful not to catch any of the sticky application before sinking to his knees, hands gentle and greedy as they caress your thighs.
Eddie leans forward to kiss the inside of your knee, âGonna let me taste you, honey?â He hums, leaning in the press a kiss further up the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitches, legs subconsciously spreading wider to accommodate Eddie. Your nails dig into the countertop as you shakily breathe, âW-weâre gonna be late,â You weakly say as Eddie lets his tongue draw shapes in your skin. Eddie hums, sucking the fat of your thigh into his mouth before leaving with a pop, lips brushing against your hot skin as he says, âIâll be quick. Promise.â
He doesnât wait for your response as he coasts his hands up your thighs to loop his fingers around the band of your panties, dragging them down your legs and helping you step out of them.Â
Eddie doesnât waste time then; he kisses a sloppy wet trail up the inside of your thigh, fingers digging into the fat of your skin and helping you spread open for him so he can nuzzle his head beneath the fluffy tulle of your dress and begin his task of devouring you. Youâre wet, dripping, and throbbing for Eddieâs tongue, and this is the third time that Eddie has found himself licking into you, and god, it never gets fucking old.
The sounds you make, the way you writhe, the tiny gasps you give, and then the way your cunt pulses around his tongueâ itâs the pinnacle of Eddieâs night, he already knows.Â
âE-Eddieâ oh,â Your breathy whine makes Eddie stuff his face further into your pussy, nose brushing against your clit as he thrusts his tongue into you, your hands scrambling down to sink into Eddieâs hair and tug.
And it took Eddie longer than heâd like to admit to get his hair slicked into the neat bun heâs sporting, but with his tongue plunged deep inside of you and your pretty moans filling his ears, Eddie canât seem to care that youâre definitely messing up his hard work.
Eddie could spend eternity here, down on his knees, under the dress of your skirt, lapping at your pussy like itâs the last meal heâll ever have. And sure, Eddie makes this conclusion, like, every single time he finds himself between your legs, but can you blame him? Youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever had the pleasure of dealing with.
You lift a leg to hook over Eddieâs shoulder, the heel of your foot pressing into his shoulder blade and pushing a moan from the depths of Eddieâs chest as he snuggles deeper into you, licking and sucking and nipping.Â
âS-so closeâŚâ You whimper, thighs beginning to quiver on each side of Eddieâs head. He fixes his grip on your hips because Eddie wouldnât dream of letting you fall in his presence, and youâre standing on your tiptoes when you fumble over the edge, crying out for Eddie as you soak his tongue.
Eddieâs moaning into you, fingers massaging and caressing the thick parts of your hips and thighs as he continues working you through your orgasm. Youâre twitching and heavily breathing when Eddie parts his mouth from your slick folds, strings of arousal and spit snapping and falling to his chin. God, it makes Eddie ache in his pants.
He presses sweet and sticky kisses to the insides of your thighs, savoring every moment he has here, breathing you in, tasting you, feeling you, hearing you. He doesnât doubt for a moment that he looks like a madman when he brings his head out from under your dress, and you giggle, pressing your hand to your lips.
Eddie wants to hear that noise on repeat. Put his headphones on and, like, clean his house or something. Let your giggles play on a constant loop until theyâre engrained into the grooves of his brain so he never has to go a second without hearing them.
âWhat?â Eddie smiles, hands still under your dress and soothingly squeezing the shaky muscles of your thighs. Your eyes are glazed from pleasure, and you look warm as you speak, âIâ your hair,â You laugh. You press the wispy curls of Eddieâs bangs back, âIâm so sorry. It looked so nice, and I messed it up.â You happily frown.
Eddie huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your knee and shaking his head, âThatâs okay,â He responds, reaching over for your panties to help you slip them back on. âIt was for a good cause.â He winks.
Eddie doesnât frequent fancy parties.
The fanciest event Eddieâs ever been to was a masquerade-themed dinner that he and Jeff snuck into because there were rumors of a big hit producer being there, which, big fucking shocker, they never found him since everyone was in a fucking mask. It was a waste of time, but at least they ate like kings that night.
Besides that, Eddie doesnât go to fancy placesâ itâs just not his kind of scene. And itâs not like the event youâve brought him to tonight is, like, Buckingham Palace tier, but everyone here looks like a million bucks and up, and Eddieâs not quite sure heâs up to that standard.
He would be more worried if you werenât clinging to him like a koala bear and keeping him in light conversation.
You introduced Eddie to a few of your industry friends, and one or two of them even remembered Eddie from the films heâd done with you, which, Eddie doesnât know why, but his head grew three times bigger in size from that. And for the most part, you keep to Eddieâs side, pointing out different people from across the room and telling him the lore behind them and whatnot as you share a plate of snacks.
And you love grapes, apparently, because Eddieâs had to get up and refill on them about three times now. âDo you want more?â Eddie asks when he realizes youâre almost done. You glance at him with a small smile as you nod, âIâll get it this time, though. I want to try some of the cheese.â
So, Eddie nods and keeps an eye on you until the crowd obstructs his view. He busies himself with watching the room, tries to see if he can pick out anyone from any pornos heâs watched before he realizes thatâs fucking weird and cringes at himself for being a perv. He finishes his glass of champagne, which Eddie isnât a champagne guy, but it was either that or whiskey, and Eddie would rather not get shitfaced tonight.
And whatâs taking you so long? Youâve been gone for a while now, and Eddie had first thought you maybe made a quick stop at the restrooms, but itâs been more than enough time, and he misses you (as fucking sappy as that is), so he gets up and makes his way to the food bar.
Heâs got his empty flute in one hand and the other in his pocket, brown eyes softly scanning the room as he walks. And then he spots you, near the food where you said youâd be, with some guy talking to you, but something isnât right.Â
Eddieâs spent enough time with you now to be able to tell when youâre feeling uneasy just by the way you anxiously drag your nail against the length of your thumb, the way your eyes dart around, or the tense pull of your shoulders.
Your gaze lands on Eddie, and your eyes soften, and Eddie doesnât even have to think twice before he walks over.
The man's back is facing Eddie, so he doesnât see the curly-headed boy until he steps around and slinks an arm around your waist, pulling you close with a soft smile, âBeen looking for you, sweets.â He presses a kiss to your forehead as you sink into him.
âMm, just catching up with..a friend.âÂ
Eddie doesnât miss the pause. He looks over to the man youâd been talking to, and you take a breath, âEddie, this is Chris, a coworker.â You introduce the man. And Eddie remembers that name; he thinks he remembers seeing it on the script of the last film you and Eddie did togetherâ the one where youâd asked Eddie to take over because the other guy was an asshole.
Chris reaches out a hand, âChris. You must be a good friend of hers?â
Eddie doesnât like that. Doesnât like that he doesnât refer to you by your name, or the smug grin on his face, or the sly tone in his voice when he says it.Â
And Eddie doesnât know why he does it, okay. He doesnât know why the words fly out of his mouth or why he didnât, like, think it through, but suddenly, Eddieâs introducing himself as your boyfriend. Which, Eddie is not your boyfriend. And youâre not his girlfriend.
Eddie would love to be your boyfriend, and heâd love for you to be his girlfriend, butâ but youâre not. So, Eddie doesnât know why he does it, but he does, and god, itâs comedic how the guy's face falls. Eddie can feel your gaze on him, and he panics a little because what if Eddie just crossed the line big time?
Chrisâs gaze flickers to you, and his brows raise as you look at him, âSo, I take it this is why youâre only doing solo content now?â
Which, fucking gross. Thatâs definitely none of this meathead guy's business! So what if youâre making solo content only? And why does he know, and why does he care? God, this guyâs a creep.
But also⌠why are you only doing solo content? Eddie canât help but wonder. Did something happen? Was it this asshole's fault? Eddie will kill him if he has anything to do with it. You and Eddie have become so close; you tell each other everything about everything, so why didnât you tell him about this? Itâs not a big deal or whatever, butâ
âDoes it matter?â Shit, Eddie didnât mean to say that out loud.
Youâre both looking at Eddie in shock, and Eddie just blinks and waits for an answer.
You take in a deep breath, arm squeezing around Eddieâs as you answerâ since this guy canât take a fucking hint, âYeah, actually, it is. Just didnât feel right.â You shrug.
The guy nods, pursing his lips together, âFair enough. Well, if that ever changes, you know where to find me.â He winks before turning around and leaving. Eddie cringes, and he almost steps forward to say something, to tell him to fuck off somewhere, but your grip tightens around his arms, and Eddie understands that you just want the conversation to be over.
Eddieâs quickly turning his attention to you, though, when you press yourself into his side, âThank you.â You sweetly say.
Eddie nods, a warm hand reaching up to squeeze your hand that's resting over his bicep, âDonât sweat it, princess. That guyâs a douche.â And you huff, nodding your head, âYeah. You definitely scared him, though. It was pretty hot.â
Eddie tries not to let that get to his head.Â
He fails.
The rest of the night goes well with fewer dickhead run-ins and more grapes, and Eddie is more than Elated when you say itâs time to go.
The ride home is pleasant, and youâve been extra cuddly all night, so Eddieâs heart is practically the size of Texas when you bring his hand into your lap and slink your fingers together. Youâre spending the night, so Eddieâs kind of excited to get in bed and snuggle until you both pass outâ but then Eddieâs thrown in for a loop when you both get under his covers.
Banshee is busy in her bakery down at the foot of the bed, kneading little biscuits in preparation for her sleep, and youâre fresh-faced and wrapped in one of Eddieâs shirts when you look over at him with a teasing look, âSo,â you start, âYouâre my boyfriend.â
Eddie blinks at you, wishing the bed would just let him sink in and become one with the mattress. âOh god,â He groans, pressing his hands to his face, âIâm sorry, it just came out! That guy was being a dick, and it was the first thing that I thought of, andâ god, Iâm sorry.â He drags his hands over his face and shoots you an empathetic look. âYou can totally, like, kick me in the nuts.â
And Eddie kind of braces himself for you to chew him out or something; tell him heâs a weirdo, and heâll never in a million years get to call himself your boyfriend because youâre way out of his league. But then you giggle.Â
And itâs not the teasing âget a load of this loserâ giggleâ no, itâs your sweet, kind, and adoring giggle.
âNo, no. I was⌠I was wondering when you would ask, actually.â
Eddieâs never turned his head so fast. He thinks he imagined you saying it, like, maybe he drank too much champagne even though he literally only had less than two full glasses the entire night. âHuh? Iâ w-what do you mean?â Eddie gapes. âLike⌠like, ask you to be my girlfriend?â
And youâre so cute as you shyly nod, glancing at Eddie with this expectant gaze.
âShit, well uh, I-I wanted to ask you in like a bigger way. Like flowers and shit because I⌠well, I really like you, and itâs what you deserve andââ
You cut Eddie off with a laugh and scoot closer to him, and if Eddieâs heart beats any faster, he might die. âEddie,â You lowly and softly say, holding his gaze. Eddie nods, eyes darting down to your lips as he holds his breath. âWill you be my boyfriend?â
Shit, Eddieâs never said yes so quickly in his life.
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Two For One
Aespa Minjeong & Winter x Male Reader
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Tags: Threesome, Creampies, Squirting, Riding, Missionary, Doggy, Virgins, Deepthroat, Double blowjob
It was a bad idea, a horrible idea. You knew it as soon as you decided to listen to another one of Minjeongâs 3 AM sleepy thoughts: go to the forbidden library of the academy, read the ancient spell manuals, and try their magics. There was already one word you didnât like in that sentence: forbidden. Most libraries prohibited access to certain books because of their fragility or rarity, which was understandable. However, in a magic academy where not only the teachers could put protection spells on the manuscripts but also repair the damage with ease, surely there must have been another reason. Obviously, it was going to be an important one.
The second thing Minjeong said that sounded suspicious was her desire to try the spells. Both of you knew how hard ancient magics were and knowing that they came from forbidden books should have been a sufficient warning to keep you from attempting them. It was also well known that Minjeong wasnât the most talented of witches. You didnât want to be mean to your friend but her academic performance was difficult to ignore.
You thought that being the magic academyâs top student, Minjeong would have brighter ideas, but no. Although you were strongly against the idea, her excitement and puppy eyes got the better of you and you followed through with her plan.Â
When you were between the dusty bookshelves and the sounds of the rooms resembled more and more the cries of ghosts and haunted souls, it was already too late to back away.Â
âLook, donât they look so cool?â Minjeong exclaimed, pointing at the black leather book, with ashed gold linings and crooked letters. Clearly a cursed book. You could already feel the languish moans of the unfortunate victims of its curses.
âWanna take a look at it?â she asked. You were surprised by her lack of worry at the obvious danger in front of her.
âNo!â you screamed and pushed her before it was too late.Â
âWhatâs to worry about?â
âWhat do you mean? If you were to touch that thing, youâd probably lose your hand, you idiot!â
Minjeong looked at you with an offended frown. âYou worry too muchâŚâ her tone drifted off and she ran to the next bookshelf.
You followed her everywhere, preventing her from killing herself and yourself. There was a moment that almost got you. Minjeong jumped on the shelves with her full force. It was a good thing to remember that these shelves were centuries old and left unkempt for as long as you could imagine so obviously the wood gave out and Minjeong fell together with the ten books she managed to grab out of greediness.
You managed to catch her and shield her from the falling books with your back. Later, she apologized profusely but you had to go back to the dorm with an uncomfortable back pain.
Minjeong followed you to your room. You thought it was to bid you goodbye or apologize some more but then she took a book out of her coat. The weathered leather-bound book seemed to stare at you with its emerald green cover, warning you about its possessor.Â
Your friend opened the book and let you see the elegant swirling calligraphy, red and deep. The pages had acquired a creamy yellow color with time and it was hard for you to read it.Â
âWe should try this spell,â Minjeong declared with a serious tone.Â
âWeâwhat?â you replied.
âI said we should try this spell. It will be good,â she said and cleared her throat, gaining a deeper shade in her voice. âIt is said to possess the power to bring oneâs deepest desires to life. It delves into the very essence of longing and seeks to materialize the aspirations that reside within the casterâs heart.â
âYou managed to translate all that from this squiggly writing?â
Minjeong nodded proudly with a bright smile.
Your eyes took the shape of horror.
âAre you really sure? I mean, really really sure.â
âMh!â she confirmed. Minjeong carefully laid the book on your desk. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she traced her finger along the faded text. âImagine, our dreams made real!â
You eyed the ancient script warily. âIt sounds like a scam. It really does. Do you really think one spell can make all of your dreams come true? Itâs even better than the philosopher stone,â you said. âThe forbidden section is forbidden for a reason. What if this backfires?â
Minjeong dismissed all your concerns with a wave of her hand. âOh, come on! This is our chance! Letâs try it. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
âUhm⌠that we would die? Worse, we could be cursed for life and beyond as soulless ghouls.â
âPfft. You read too many books,â Minjeong brushed it off.
âMinjeong, weâre literally in a magic academy!â
âIt will be fine.â
Reluctantly, you sighed, âFine, letâs just be careful. We have to follow the instructions precisely. By the way, what if they hear us?â
âDonât worry, everyone has gone on the school trip. The nearest students are in the other building.â
The moonlight filtered through the tall windows and cast a soft glow on the center of the floor. The flickering candles seemed to get agitated as their flames danced more frenetically.Â
You and Minjeong stood next to each other. She held the wand in her hand with confidence, ready. The air in the room was becoming heavy, there was a palpable energy.
âAre you sure about this, Minjeong?â you asked one last time.
âAbsolutely.â
You both closed your eyes in unison. Minjeongâs mind cleared as she focused on channeling her energy into the wand. With a shared breath, they opened their eyes, the moonlight and candlelight casting shadows that seemed to dance with their anticipation. Wands at the ready, they spoke the incantation with a synchronicity that echoed their shared purpose.
"Manifestum Desideria."
As the words hung in the air, a surge of magical energy enveloped the room. You could feel the invisible threads of desire weaving around them, responding to the call of the ancient spell. The air crackled with enchantment, and a faint mist began to materialize, swirling around Minjeong.
The air vibrated and anticipation built up more and more until⌠it just stopped.
Minjeong opened her eyes and looked at you.
âWas that it?â she asked.
âYep,â another voice answered.Â
Minjeong jumped and screamed her lungs out. You got started as well from the unknown voice and her scream. As you turned around, you could see clearly who it came from. It was a girl and she looked exactly the same as Minjeong.Â
âHey, who are you?â Minjeong asked with a trembling voice, pointing at the other girl.
âWhat do you mean who is this? Iâm you,â she said laughing. Her voice too was extremely similar to Minjeongâs but it was slightly sultrier, more playful, and sexier.
âUhh, Minjeong? No, Winter?â you suggested.
âYes, Iâm Winter if thatâs what you like to call me.â
âYou canât be me,â Minjeong said, more confused than anything. Your friend turned around to search for some kind of reassurance from you but you had no idea either.
âYes, I am,â she repeated. There was a look of pleasure on her face seeing Minjeong confused. âAnd I know everything about you. Every little secret you try to hide.â
âW-w-wait, youâre just playing with me.â
âYeah, like how you stole Karinaâs makeup.â
âHow do youââ
âAnd how do you like your friend, right over here,â Winter said, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you closer. Your heart suddenly started beating faster. You could smell her perfume, a strong sensual smell. You had hugged Minjeong before and all of Winterâs sizes were the same as Minjeongâs. She was a clone. If what she was saying was true, you might just roll with it.
âWhat?â you asked.
âWhat?!â Minjeong asked too.
âWhat? Are you going to tell me you donât?â Winter said, getting closer and rubbing your chest. âThen this wonât bother you, right?â she said smugly, tracing her finger along your neck, then under your jaw and near your lips, right as she got her face closer. You felt goosebumps. You knew this wasnât Minjeong, but she was so real and so identical to the real one that you wanted to enjoy the moment a little.
âHey! Get off him!â she screamed, pushing her away. Too bad.
âWhy? You like him?âÂ
âN-no!â
âMh? Stop lying to yourself, sweetheartâŚâ Winter got closer to your face. âWhat about you, handsome? Do you like her? You got a Minjeong all to yourself, you know? You can do anything you want with me.â
âHey! What are you saying?!â the real Minjeong exclaimed.
âI see you staring at my lips, do you wanna taste them?â she asked and leaned closer, slowly enough to wait for a reaction, âOh, you arenât backing away.â Truth was, you did want to kiss her.
âYouâve done it now!â Minjeong pulled you away and hugged you hard. She felt territorial, almost possessive. âIâm supposed to be his first!â
âOh, dearâŚâ Winter laughed.
âWait.â Minjeong turned to you as you stared at her with eyes wide open. You looked at each other for a moment, both slowly starting to blush.âOh my god⌠youâve ruined everything!â Minjeong screamed in frustration, holding her head in her hands.
âI donât think so,â Winter turned to you, âYou like her donât you?âÂ
You opened your mouth and stopped for a second. You felt a gentle tug at the back of my mind. âWell, uhm, yesâŚâ you said. Itâs a only after a few moments that you realize what you said. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, and a hint of nervousness creeps in.Â
âAinât that lucky?â Winter said and clapped happily while the two of you looked at the floor, not baring the sight of the other one. Your feelings had been confessed and so were hers but you did not know what to do now. Your wingwoman did though.
âYou guys should kiss now.â
âWhat?! Listen, uhm, me, you helped us a lot but thatâs too much,â Minjeong said angrily, pointing her finger at Winter who on the other side looked at her with a surprised yet content smile.Â
âWhy not? You want it.â
âYeah, but we are going too fast.â
âListen, Iâm not leaving until youâve done everything you have to,â Winter said, folding her arms and leaning her hips on one leg, showing her attitude.
âRight, are you going to stay here forever or is there a way to let you free?â you asked. âAlso, why did you appear?â
âDid you guys not read the warning?â
âWhat warning,â you and Minjeong said in unison. You rushed to the book and immediately found a blood red paragraph on the other side of the page.Â
[Exercise great caution when wielding the Desiderium Manifestum spell, for the line between reality and desire is delicate and easily blurred. The spell has been known to personify desires in unexpected ways, and the manifestations may take on a life of their own, beyond the caster's control. Use this enchantment responsibly, and be prepared to face the consequences of desires brought into the tangible realm. It is advised to thoroughly understand the potential repercussions before attempting to cast this spell.]
Minjeongâs eyes widened in realization. âWait⌠the warning in the ancient spellbook? It said something about completing the ritual fully to manifest our desires.â
Winter nodded, a smug smile on her face. âExactly. You manifested me because of your desires, right? To send me away, you have to acknowledge and act on those desires. I am just here to help you.â
You looked at your friend with disappointment as she laughed awkardely.Â
After reading the paragraph you quickly understood that âmaking your desire come aliveâ was really meant literally. You blamed Minjeong for not realizing itâshe was the one that wanted to use the spell in the first placeâand scolded her for not reading everything thoroughly before trying it. She apologized and said that it was her excitement that got her so worked up and that normally she wouldâve seen it.
âSo, we really have toâŚâ Minjeongâs voice trailed off as she glanced at you, her cheeks flushed.
You felt your heart race as you met her eyes. The air was thick with unspoken emotions. âI guess we have to kiss,â you said softly.
Minjeong bit her lip nervously. âThis is so embarrassing.â
Winter sighed dramatically. âThe longer you hesitate, the longer I stay here. And believe me, I can be very persistent.â
You took a deep breath and stepped closer to Minjeong, gently taking her hand. âWe can do this. Itâs just a kiss, right?â
Minjeong nodded, her eyes locked onto yours. âJust a kiss.â
Then came the moment you had been waiting for: you had to kiss Minjeong and Minjeong had to kiss you. Your two figures illuminated by the warm light of the candles inside your room stood still as both of you looked at each other, uncertain. Minjeong bit her lip, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. âWhenever you want,â she said, her voice barely a whisper. A brief silence hung between you, filled by the soft noise of the wind.
You took a deep breath. You were the man, you had to do it. You took a step closer, your eyes met Minjeongâs for a brief moment and shy smile played on your lips. She felt her heartbeat quicken and a nervous giggle escaped her lips. Their eyes locked and you both inhaled.Â
You held your breath and gently cupped Minjeongâs cheek. Minjeongâs breath caught in her throat as she met your gaze, eyes wide open.Â
Your lips met in a soft and hesitant kiss. It was delicate, shy, and quick. It was just a moment but you clearly felt her soft skin press against yours and it was a shock. Youâd want more of it, it was the final gift of your long wait, and you wanted to savor it more.
As you pulled away, your eyes met again and a shy smile appeared on your lips while Minjeong had an ecstatic expression, her mouth still open.Â
âOh my god, good job you guys,â Winter said, clapping behind you. You almost forgot about her. âThatâs your man now, you have to kiss him better, you know?â
âCalm down, that was our first.â
âYeah, I know but donât worry, Iâll show you. I really canât hold myself back with himâŚâ
âWhaââ Minjeong couldnât finish her sentence that Winter jumped on you.
She kissed you ferociouslyâdeeply, passionately. If she was the embodiment of Minjeongâs desire, she must have waited for years. You could feel the pent-up frustration and all the regret in that one kiss. Winter moans into you, pulling your face roughly into hers as her tongue invades your mouth, taking away the innocence that has sealed your lips until now. She moves quickly and hungrily, taking your breath away.
Your hands are naturally drawn to her hips. Youâve hugged Minjeong before and you knew how her body felt against herâWinter was exactly the same. Your fingers dig into her ass as you exchange the kiss. Winterâs hands on your neck felt possessive and territorial. She pulled you in even closer than you already were, pretty much grinding against you.
It took Minjeongâs whole effort to detach you from Winterâs grasp.
Minjeong immediately glued herself to you.Â
âWhat the hell was that?!â She screamed with territorial fierce.
âI just showed you how to kiss properly?â the other said nonchalantly.
âWasnât that too much?â Minjeong stuttered.
âYou left me waiting for too long. If you confessed soonerâŚâ
You could see Minjeong pout under you. You placed your hands on her waist and pulled her close to you, making her annoyed expression fade away. You take her lips and meet her in a kiss more intense than her previous one. Her tongue timidly pushes forward, searching for your mouth.Â
Her words resonate inside your head: âTouch me.â Your hands move around, alternating between her ass and her back, greedily taking all of her into your arms. Minjeongâs hands instead move to your chest, to search for support for whatâs stirring inside her.
After a couple of moments, Minjeongâs lip turn into a shy smile and she backs away a couple of centimeters.
âYouâre-youâre poking me,â she says softly.
âIâm sorry! I- it was youâno, the other Winter, have you seen how sheâs dressed?â you quickly try to excuse yourself, thinking it might have been too embarrassing if you were to admit that she was the cause. But after all the blood rushed to your groin, your brain was left empty and the poor judgement would cost you.
âYou pervert! You just confessed to me and youâre getting hard from another girl?!â Minjeong quickly yells at you.
âBut sheâs you! Iâm getting a boner because of you!â you yell back, afraid that you might hurt her.
âYou canât scream this kind of stuff, you foolâŚâ her tone becomes soft and she hides away.
âOh, it looks like you two are starting to finally be honest with each other,â Winter announced, patting you two, âwell, what are you going to do about this?â she said while rubbing your member. You jolt back, goosebumps running through your skin. The feeling alone was enough to have you throbbing. âBecause if you donât want it, Iâll take it.â
âYou canât!â
âI know I can and I know you want it too. Remember? I know everything about you,â she says. âDo I have to tell him about all the restless nights you had rubbing yourself thinking about him? Screaming his name in your bedroom, night after night after nightâŚâ âStop! Itâs not true!â Minjeong said. She was so embarrassed that she was almost in tears. You couldnât tell who was redder in that moment: Minjeong, whose secret was revealed to the last person she wanted to tell it to, or you, whose surprise left you frozen.
âSo? You already know how her mouth tastes, want to know how it feels too?â Winter said, turning you. You couldnât answer her question: your legs gave out and you fell into the bed. It was almost as if someone injected you with morphine. Your head started spinning, you couldnât stand up but you couldnât stand still either.
âWhat have you done to him?â Minjeong asked worriedly.
âJust my powers, heâs really really horny right now and his body is starting to lag. I have a really good aphrodisiac in my spit,â she confessed.
âWhy are you doing this?âÂ
âSorry but I donât get to leave until he fills both of us with cum.â
âW-what?!â Minjeong was left startled at her cloneâs calm demeanor. Their words were a confused blur, from what you knew, you were living a dream, a very fun one.
âThe purpose of the spell is to make your deepest desire come true.â
âYou must be joking right?â
âHave I said a single lie, yet?â
âNoâŚâ
âLook, Iâm doing you a favor here, you have to stop being so against me,â she whispered in Minejongâs ear. âYour deepest desire is finally going to come true. Donât worry, Iâll teach you.â
Winter takes your pants off and your cock springs out. At the sight of your erect penis, Winter lets out a satisfied sigh, being able to finally take a good look at it. Her excitement was vivid, her wide eyes scanned the whole length of your member, from your balls to the tip. Awkwardness, on the other hand, was devouring Minjeong alive. She had her hands plastered on her face, trying to cover her eyes, even though she could see perfectly through them, flickering her fingers to reveal her aroused pupils.
The seducer smirked and looked at Minjeong with a bright grin. âYou like it?â is what sheâd hear if her eyes spoke and âyesâ is what youâd hear coming from Minjeongâs mouth despite her bit red face.
âI know what you want, baby,â she said, brushing the cuter girlâs warm cheek.Â
âI-I-I donât want anything,â the poor girl stammered, suddenly feeling the need to look away at the confused boner between your legs.
âRight, sure,â she giggled. Then she reverted her eyes to you. âYou know, dear, Iâd really really want you to fuck my mouth and swallow you right up⌠but,â she looked at her identical friend. âI think she needs it more, donât you?â
Minjeong was now looking down, rubbing her thighs together. She couldnât matter a single word
âScoot up close and give him a little taste,â Winter said, pointing between your legs.
Minjeong little steps on her knees, gulping down when she stood really close. âAre you sure?â she asked again, with a shaky voice.
âLick him. Make sure to look up into his eyes, too.â
Minjeong took a few breaths to prepare herself. She hesitantly brought her head down, shaking throughout, and placed her closed lips on the bare tip of your cock. You felt shivers running down from your member throughout your thighs.Â
Anticipation was killing both of you. âIs she gonna do it?â you thought. âAm I gonna do it?â she thought. She looked at you, looking for some kind of encouragement, reassurance perhaps. You looked just as lost as her, just as excited. You placed a hand on the side of her neck, picked up a few strands of hair, and brushed her cheek with your thumb.Â
She smiles, her lips still planted.
Minjeong was ready. She inhaled the scent that was coming from your skin, closed her eyes, and took a long sensual lick, from the base of your cock, right to the tip. She straightened up and looked at you with her puppy eyes.
âD-did you like it?â she asked.Â
You quickly nodded. You were twitching terribly at the cold humid air.Â
âTake it in your hands and stroke him while you lick him,â Winter said.
âOkay⌠Iâll give it a try.â
Minjeong gave you a couple more licks, bringing her head down, and up. Her mouth was salivating and it wetted your cock completely. Then she placed her slender fingers, awkwardly holding you with excessive care. âYou can hold it tighter,â you whispered. Minjeong nodded.
She jerked you off, your cock slick in her palm. Uncertain about her rhythm, she alternated between fast and slow. Her fingers were thin and delicate but they were enough to make you desperate.Â
The licking on the head of your cock wasnât stopping. Minjeong continued, slowly easing to a more regular rhythm as you began to moan.
Winter let her original do all the work, while like a snake, she wrapped herself around your shoulders, whispering in your ear: âShe looks really hot licking you, doesnât she?â she giggled. âI know youâve waited so long. Youâve been patient. I canât wait to suck your cock with herâŚâ
âUse your lips too dear,â Winter said. âNo teeth.â
Minjeong placed her lips on the tip of your penis and started lightly sucking it. She looked more confident than before. Her hand continued jerking you off, her cheeks sunk in to give you small suckles, while her lips brushed her saliva away.Â
You started to moan more deeply. You couldnât help it. You placed your hand behind her neck this time. You werenât sure what this meant for youâwere you too stimulated and needed some support, were you praising her, were you caressing herâbut for Minjeong it meant, âgo deeperâ.
So she did.
She lowered her head further until her lips touched her fingers and her tongue fully coated your frenulum. Your hips jolted for a moment. It seemed to please Minjeong a lot, who started to suck with more passion.
âYou look really cute sucking his cockâŚâ Winter commented again with her lowly seductive voice. âWhat about you, do you like her?â
âYeah,â you said in a single breath.
âMinjeong, I want you to take him deeper.â
Minjeong raised her head, detaching herself from you. A big strand of thickened saliva pooled down from her lips to to her hands. âI canât take them that deepâŚâ she said in a tiny voice as she wiped the liquid from her face. Her eyebrows curved down in a worried frown.
âDonât be silly, youâre me,â she said. âYou can do it. Besides you dreamt about it every night. Taking his cock right down your throat to the deepesââ
âStop! Iâll do it. Just,â Minjeong blurted out, âshut up!â
âAlright, alright. Just put him in your mouth. You have to relax your throat.â
Minjeong gulped and opened her mouth as wide as possible. Her warm breath made you stand taller. She wrapped her small hand around the base of your penis, to guide to her. You could feel it slide through her tongue, her lips grazing your skin, enveloping you completely.
She stopped midway. You could feel the bump of her tongue with your tip. That warmth and wetness were already making your heart race, your breath was short and quick.
âThaaaatâs right. Good,â she said. âBut you can go deeper. Mmmmh. Show him how much you love him, how much you love his cock.â The last sentence sounded way too lewd. The growl from Winter shocked you. It was almost demonic, of pure lust and desire.
Minjeong took you deeper and seemed to struggle at first but then your penis touched the back of your throat. You werenât breathing anymore and neither was she. She squinted her eyes, trying to keep you there, nice and snuck, until she couldnât anymore and had to come up to catch her breath.Â
The moment she took you out, you gasped.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, was that too much?â Minjeong mumbled.
âDonât worry. He liked it!â
âIs that true? Did you, um, like it?â
âIt⌠it was amazing, Minjeong. Iâve never felt this before.â
âOh, thatâs a relief! Okay,â Minjeong smiled, puffing her cheeks. She looked adorable, cute. Just like before the whole deal started. Just that this time, she was covered in spit and her eyes were slightly pink.
âLet me show you,â Winter said, taking you away from Minjeong. She put her hand on your cock and started stroking you up and down, while she was explaining. She picked up all of her previous spit that pooled on your crotch, using at lube. Somehow, she knew the perfect pressure, the perfect rhythm.
âI know just how to take my his cock. Watch me. You move your tongue like this,â she pulled her tongue out, âand sucking, like gasping just a little will allow you to get his cock down without gagging as much, well unless you want to. You can slowly take him in. Like thisâŚâ
For the demonstration, Winter tried to take it in as slowly as possible, that took a lot of holding back, you could tell. She blinked a few times, her eyes crossed on your penis as it slowly slipped inside of her throat. Her throat was the same as Minjeong but her technique was completely different, this time it was smoother, tighter, and deeper.
She held you there, her lips planted right on your crotch, balls deep. You continued to gasp, feeling the twitches of her flesh caressing you and her throat trying to swallow you down. It was about ten seconds later that she decided to take you out.Â
You were left disappointed but now was Minjeongâs turn.
âLike that. Now you try,â Winter said casually, whipping her lips clean.
âOkay. Iâm going to try my best,â she agreed and then looked at you. âCan you keep your hand on me?â
You pat Minjeongâs head again, like a little puppy. She smiles cutely and closes her eyes as you rub her head. She giggles and smiles brightly. âOkay, now,â she said and focused. You kept your hand on top of her head, trying to guide her in.
She did just as Winter said, sticked her tongue out, gasped and let you in. She struggled again but this time she actually took you all the way in. She kissed your crotch and puffed up her cheeks. You could feel her moan, the vibration caressed your whole skin, you must have hit a good spot.Â
Then she took you out.Â
âI did it!â Minjeong exclaimed.
âYou did so well, baby,â you said and continued patting her.
âHehe, I like it when you compliment me,â Minjeong mumbled. She wasnât usually like that. Well, she did become very touchy sometimes and demand your hugs when she drank too much, but she was never this⌠submissive. You glanced at Winter with a suspicious gaze. She just giggled and raised her shoulders.
âSheâs just cock-drunk.â
Minjeong took you again, deeper than before. And when she couldnât hold it anymore, she took you out, caught her breath, and went again. Again and again. And then she made a discovery: she didnât need to take your cock out of her mouth to breath, just half was good. She maintained a constant suction, leaving you no rest at all.
âYouâre so good Minjeong, your throat feels like heaven.â
After a minute of slow bobbing she made a second discovery: having you graze her throat actually felt good. So then she started bobbing her head up and down, just small centimeters, enough to feel you go in and out of her throat. She continued her moderate bobbing, gasping, and moaning, while her thick spit went everywhere. She was affectionate and sucked with passion, she really wanted to make you feel good, and she loved you.
âGod, youâre making me lose my mind,â you moaned as well. Minjeong loved your moans. That and your hands on her head made sure she knew how good you were feeling and she just wanted to suck you more.
Winter giggled and brushed your ear. âIsnât she doing so good?â she whispered. âWow, all the way down. Iâm a little jealousâŚâ
âYou know,â she started. âI think you should fuck her face. I think she might like itâŚâ
It was like her words took control of your body. You kinda wanted it but you also wanted to be gentle for her but you stood up. Minjeong stopped and breathed heavily. She looked at you with confusion as she didnât hear her counterpart.Â
âDear, why are you standing? Is everything okay?â she asked. You didnât answer as your knees were getting weak but you didnât want to leave her hanging either. You put both of your hands on her head and patted her, playing with her hair, caressing her gently. âAh⌠I love it when you run your fingers through my hairâŚâ
âMinjeong, do you want to feel him take...a bit more control?â
Minejong looked at you with her puppy eyes, submissive and innocent. âI-Iâd be okay with that. I trust you.â She held the hand on her head. âMmm, I trust your touch. I know youâll be gentle. Iâm ready. I promise. Guide your cock into my throat, please.â You wonder how such a pure girl could pronounce suck lewd and naughty words with the same innocence as when she asked for cuddles.
You stand up and she follows you on her knees, holding your thighs. You kinda of felt bad for her, she had to be the only one to stay on the floor, but she looked more than happy. You pushed back into her, as gently as possible. Minjeong wiggled her head to take you in with a slurp and started lightly sucking on you, with care and love. With both of your hands on her head, you started pushing in and out of her mouth.
At first, you only used your hands at a slow pace. You wanted to make sure she got used to the feeling. You didnât want to be too rough. But then she got more enthusiastic, you could tell she was buckling her head herself, telling you to go faster.
So you did.
You start moving your hips as well, properly fucking her pretty mouth. It was a moderate pace, you were still afraid of hurting her. She felt amazing, out of this world. If her mouth was already pleasurable before, now with the rhythm, it was ecstatic.Â
You almost got carried away when you heard the wet sloppy sounds of her spit pooling out of her lips. You had to stop yourself. You pulled out and saw Minjeong coughing. You quickly brushed her face with worry.
âAre you okay?â, you asked.
She looked at you with resolution. âPlease, donât stop.â
Who were you to refuse? You were back in no time and fucked her face even faster than before. Now she started moaning, the vibration of her voice adding to the pleasure. Your legs start shaking and you moan together with her. Moans, slop, and plops, the sound of spit and her mouth were all you could hear.
âOh wow. Itâs so hot watching you fuck her face like that,â Winter coos. âI feel left out⌠Do you want my mouth and throat, too?â
She put her hands on you, itâs a seductive hypnotizing touch that took your mind out of the moment. You stare at her, blinking vividly, and you slowly stop fucking Minjeongâs face. Winter must have been a succubus, there was no way she was just a âmanifestation of Winterâs desireâ. She controlled your every muscle, every thought. You reluctantly let go of Minjeongâs head altogether and turn to Winter.
âWhy did you stop?â your friend asked needly.
âBecause itâs my turn, heâs gonna fuck my throat now.â
Winterâs knees are already on the floor. She crawls towards your crotch. Her eyes are already more riled up than yours. She sticks her tongue out and youâre buried deep inside her throat. She doesnât gag at all, instead, she starts giggling and sucking you violently. Her hands on your buttocks help her pull your cock inside of her.Â
You give her slow hard fucks. You try to break her throat. The wet mess that is her mouth is way too pleasurable for you to hold back. There comes a point where you stop caring and start fucking her throat as rough as you can.
Fast and rough, hard and deep. Every thrust brings you closer to the edge. Your eyes roll back into your head, slowly but surely, and your mind fogs up. You can only feel pleasure, pleasure, and hunger for more.
You went on for so long, you were even surprised at yourself you could last that long. It mustâve been Winterâs doing.Â
You were two thrusts away from cumming when you stopped. Actually, you didnât stop, it was Winter again who pushed you away. She slurped all her spit and cleared her throat.Â
âYou know I loved it but I didnât want to keep you all for myself. I want Minjeong to taste your cum too,â she declared and pushed you back down into the bed. Winter continues to work on your cock with small licks and suckles. She gestures for Minjeong to come closer and join her. She does.
Now both of the Minjeongs are licking and sucking you, with such eagerness and hunger, that you were wondering who the original was. But you didnât have enough brain left to think about it.
Thinking about it, Minjeong was being a lot more affectionate, mixing her licks with little kisses, she was sloppy and inexperienced. Winter was being a lot rougher, her licks were fast, and she sucked you hard enough that she could have left hickeys on you. Both of their faces were smushed together trying to claim more of you from the other.
But you couldnât last long. You came right after.
You came harder than you ever did.
Strings of thick cum came raining down on their faces. They both stopped in surprise and admired the cum shooting out of your helpless cock. It was a piece of art. Both of them were painted white. Your penis continued to twitch and contract even when there was no more cum leftâthe pleasure was too much.
Winter went right back with gentle long strokes of tongue to clean up after their mess. She swallowed your cock once again, to suck up all the cum that was left.Â
Minjeong instead slowly picked up the cum from her face and stared at it in the palm of her hand. It took her a moment to decide that she wanted to taste it. She licked it. Picked more and ate it. She continued to brush all the cum from her face and hair and licked it right up, like a cat trying to clean her paws.
Heavily breathing and with your heart still pounding, Winter flashed you a very bright smile. âSo what do you want to do now?â she asked you.Â
âHuh?â you responded. Your mind was still cloudy.
âYou can do anything you want. Whatâs your next move?â
You breathed a couple of times and swallowed. âI want⌠Iâd like to return the favor, Minjeong.â
âEh?!â Minjeong jolted up. âW-what are you saying?â
âI want to eat you out, Minjeong,â you said with more resolution.
âYouâre being too direct.â
âCome on, have you seen what we have just done? There is really no point in hiding now.â
âYouâre rightâŚâ
âOh my, youâre so selfless, baby,â Winter joined the conversation. âItâs okay, I can help with this too. After all, this was one of Minjeongâs desires as well. I have the full knowledge.â
âPlease, will you ever stop saying this embarrassing stuff?â Minjeong pleaded.
âNo, heheâ she giggled.
Minjeong replaced your spot on the bed, but this time she sat right in the middle and you crawled before her. She spreads her legs. The action makes her blush terribly but youâre just as embarrassed. You position in between her thighs and awkwardly smile at her. âIâmâ Iâm kind of nervous.â
âWell are you gonna leave me here with my legs open, you jerk?â Minjeong teased you.
To break the ice again, you softly kiss Minjeongâs lips, trailing down to her neck. While youâre sucking her skin, your fingers make her towards her heat. Softly brushing her legs, her thighs, and then her panties. Your fingers start playing with the drenched cotton. It had already absorbed all her juices, one squeeze and it wouldâve overflown right onto the bed.
âYouâre so wet, Minjeong.â
âPlease donât say that,â she said breathily.
You moved down, bringing her panties away. Your breath hits her very core. You stand low, admiring her pussy, completely wet and excited. âYou smell sweet,â you said before placing a kiss between her lower lips. She let out a soft moan of anticipation.
You then started licking her pussy and clit with your full tongue. Minjeong moaned louder and her hands immediately strapped to your head for support. Your tongue started moving around and licking her wildly.
The feeling of your warm breathing hitting her core and your tongue making swirls around her clit was a feeling she had never felt before. âThatâs so good, baby,â she moaned. You inserted a finger into her hole and your tongue continued to lick onto her bead.
Second finger in, Minjeong let out another lewd moan. âYou taste so good, Minjeong.â
âWaitâyou have to slow down! Hhhngg, Iâll cum!â
And thatâs what you wanted. The continuous licks and motion of your fingers send Minjeong to her high. Her pussy continued to let juices flow out of her hole, which you licked right up with excitement. She could feel the knots forming inside her stomach and her back beginning to arch more and more with each pump, and each lick.
The poor girl couldnât hold it in anymore. She was twitching everywhere, the pressure inside of her was begging to overflow and her toes and fingers all curled up in an attempt to resist.
Eventually, she let out the most lewd noise that you had heard yet. âFuck!â as she came. Her pussy let out thick transparent cum, with such a lewd noise as well. You slurped it all up. It was as sweet as all her other juices. With her hands still on your head Minjeong is breathing heavily and looking at you with surprise as youâre still cleaning her up.
Jaw still open, there is a vague smile on her face.
But she wasnât satisfied and neither was Winter, especially her. She was here for a reason, to make sure Minjeongâs darkest deepest desire came true. Unfortunately, fortunately for you, it wasnât simply kissing you, which you have already surpassed by now, and it wasnât pleasuring you either. It was, to put it simply, to have you cum inside her, but you didnât know that.
âItâs time for the main course, dear,â Winter said, amused at your little work with her twin.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked.
âWell, we arenât done,â she said, giving you a confused glance. She wondered why she even had to explain it, of course, you werenât finished. âYou have toâŚâ with a softer voice, âput it in.â
âUhhhhâŚâ
Winter smacked her lips. âI can understand why youâd be nervous, but donât tell you me you donât want to. After all, you havenât been this hard throughout this whole⌠âinteractionâ, and I only mentioned the possibility of fucking her.â She giggled and brushed your shoulder. âLook at you, so excited.â
You turned around to search for Minjeongâs opinion but you could only find her cloudy, drugged eyes. She was mindlessly staring at you, full of lust and desire, her lower lips were slightly twitching at your sight. Goosebumps all over, she didnât need any more time to recover from her previous orgasm, that was her warmup.
She stretches her arm to grab the back of your neck and pulls you into her lips for a soft kiss. âPlease, donât you want it as well? We have already come so far⌠I donât think Iâll have that courage again,â she told you in a weak airy voice.
Minjeong was ready. She was ready to take you.
âAlright,â you decided.
Minjeongâs pussy was already dripping wet, warm, and stretched, waiting for you to come in. The demon on your shoulder was caressing your ear the whole time, whispering words of lewd and temptation, encouraging you to act.Â
You grab your penis and inch yourself closer to her already parted legs. You position yourself and after Minjeongâs nod of approval, you start lowering yourself into her, steadily, slowly. You stare at your cock disappearing into her folds. The girl whines helplessly and you groan when your shaft finally enters completely, breaking her lock and burying itself completely inside her.
She moans loudly and instinctively hugs you, searching for support.Â
You never forget your first time, they say. The first thrust is always the hardest, it makes you grit your teeth. The first time you feel something so tight and warm. Never in your life have you felt such wetness, your lower body stiffens and you already want to cum.
After breaking her lock, every sort of profanity seeps out of Minjeongâs lips. âFuck! So⌠fullâŚ!â
It takes time for Minjeong to get used to the burn from the stretch. She could feel your every throb and pulse inside of her, so snug and tight. She quickly gets used to this new feeling and finally finds herself begging you to move.Â
Youâre being careful, not to push too deep and not hurt her more than necessary. But Minjeong liked it. She wanted to feel you against her cervix, your tip brushing against it, and she pulled you deeper and deeper with every thrust, with her ankles clenched around your hips.
Your mind had already lost it. Reduced to grunts and curses, you only knew to push and pull into her pussy, worshipping the beautiful body of your greatest love with the deep motion of your hips. âYouâre amazing, Minjeong. Youâreâughâincredibly tight,â you said. You wanted to let her know. Your movements still donât stop and you find it a great feat to let out any words at all.
Minjeong responds with a couple more of her moans. Something the lines of âWhy did you take so long to finally fuck me like this?â and you were sure to make up for the lost time.
You switch the pace in a desperate attempt to make yourself last longer. Your hips live her and slam against her again, hard, with glistening slick strings stretching between your and her skin. Sheâs wet, incredibly wet. Everything is too slow for Minjeong, too slow for how desperate she was but you were doing great. You hit exactly the right spot, that exact spot to drive her crazy. All her past frustrations come back with vengeance, building up in her belly, reaching a crazy strong pressure.Â
Minjeongâs screams are almost silent, breaking against her vocal cords. Her body finally succumbs to the insurmountable pressure and pleasure of your penis, and she finally cums. She grips you tightly and roughly pulls you into her body, finding comfort in your warmth and weight.
âItâs okay, let it goâŚâ you murmur against her wet skin.
You gently pull out of her, letting yourself rest against her lips and two fingers on her pulsing clit to help her ride her orgasm out. However, you get the opposite reaction. It might have been the heightened sensitivity from her previous orgasm, or how wound up she had been for this long, but your fingers push her over the limit. Another screech and sheâs convulsing again, the pressure building up again, and all of a sudden sheâs gushing, spraying your arms, sheet, and wetting your whole body.
Her hips buckled and twitched while streams of squirt poured out of her twitching cunt. Her moans were loud, desperate, and helpless.Â
âOh my god, look at her go,â Winter said with a great smug plastered on her face. âGood job,â she said with an even more seductive tone, âlook at your work. Look at how totally drenched the sheets are.â
As she talked, her hand came to wrap your cock. She started to stroke you, slowly, and carefully. It was a strange feeling. You were ready to burst, your penis was rock hard, and you were on the edge. But no matter how much she touched you, you just couldnât cum, it was a constant edging.
âMh? Wondering why you canât cum?â she giggled. âLetâs just say itâs a little magic of mineâŚâÂ
She turned around to Minjeong, âAnd to think you were trying to deny it just moments ago and you came so hard. Fucking slut you are.â
âShut up,â Minjeong replied weakly. She was still trying to recover from her violent orgasm.
Winter laughed with amusement and let you lie down. âDo you think youâll make me cum as well? But let me tell you something first: Iâm the one in charge.â
Her fingers suddenly clamp tightly on your cock, straighened out, she aligned you and sunk you inside of her. It was a totally different feeling. Way sloppier, way wetter, way tighter. You couldnât believe they were the same person. It was like her pussy was trying to milk everything out of you, clamping down with a choking grip.Â
Winter wastes no time and starts jumping on you, with hard pumps. She knocks the air out of your lungs. It was an aggressively fast pace, paired with her tightness, you were already going to cum. But you couldnât cum. Winter had you on the palm of your hands.Â
âSo helpless, I bet you want to cum, donât you?â she laughed.
âPlease slow down,â you begged.Â
Soon enough, her hips slow down. She remains glued to you, twisting and moving her hips around, your cock swishing inside her pussy. You could feel every single fold of her pussy, she was inviting you to explore the inside of her body.Â
It didnât last long though. There you go, Winter was pounding you inside of her again, with wild hips. You wondered how could she move that fast, even you couldnât do it. Your hand was just a tiny bit faster than her, which was extremely impressive.Â
Your mind was broken. You had difficulty moaningâthe pleasure was spreading all the other parts of your body, your fingers were jittery, you curled your toes, and started salivating.Â
âFuck, finally, thatâs goodâŚâ she exhaled. Her own pleasure was her goal but it was inevitable that you were going to be broken as well.
She stopped once again. With slow forceful strokes, she got up and smashed herself down. It was intense, you had to admit.Â
Letting you cum was an act of compassion. She pulled you out and let you spurt your semen everywhere. You covered her tummy and yourself. You collapsed immediately from the exhaustion. Winter lowered herself and started cleaning you, licking your hypersensitive head, and swiping up all the strings and droplets of cum.
âYou did a great job, handsome,â she congratulated you with your cock in her mouth. âDidnât think youâd last that long without passing out.â
âYouâre⌠youâre crazy,â you said with a faint voice.
âSure, Iâm not even human,â she giggles. âPull yourself together, handsome. Weâre not done yet.â
The Deja Vu makes you stand up. âWhat do you mean?â Her response is a wet kiss. She swivels her tongue inside of your mouth, playing with your tongue and inside of your mouth. A small peck and youâre hard again.Â
âConsider that a little help,â she said.
You feel two hands hugging you from behind. Itâs Minjeong. She sounds tired but determined. âI havenât made you cum yet,â she whispered.
âItâs fine, I donâtââ
âIt wasnât an offer.â
When you look at her, your blood runs cold. Pure lust. Pure desire. Pure libido. Stripped of her innocence, there was nothing different from Minjeong and Winter anymore. Strangely enough, her eyes alone were enough to get you riled up. Seeing her desiring you so much got you in the mood as well.
Again she laid on the bed before you, but there was something different this time. Her eyes were a lot more inviting, needy, and she made it clear as with her two hands, she stretched out her pussy, inviting you in. You watch her pink folds slowly open up, completely drenched and tight. You couldnât resist such a naughty sight.
You slide yourself inside and itâs heaven all over again. Holding onto your arms, you fucked her hard and deep. With her cunt utterly drenched from the non-stop cumming, every thrust was a loud sloppy mess. Her grip was demanding. Her pussy gripped you tight, with her lips glued onto you, trying their best not to let you slip out.
âDonât worry about me,â Minjeong said. âYou can be as rough as you wantâŚâ
You were already exhausted but her words could only fire you up even more. You had lost all control of yourself, you pounded her with desperation.Â
Her face was contorted in frowns and grimaces of overstimulated pleasure. You got lost in her eyes. They desired you, they wanted you.Â
âPlease, please, I need you to cum inside of me.â
Minjeong made herself clear. It wasnât a request, it was an order. Her legs wrapped around your waist and locked you against her pelvis. She squeezed you, forcing you to go even deeper into her wet pussy. You continued pounding her as much as possible, trying to enjoy your last moments.Â
âIâm really gonna cum now,â you warned her.
âDo it,â was all she said.
You couldnât hold it in. With Minjeongâs nails deep into your skin, her legs tightly locked around your hips, and her lips quivering in your ear with that needy lustful voice of hers: âPlease, I want it inside. I want you to cum inside me⌠please,â you couldnât do anything else but fulfill her desire.
You grunted as you cum so deep inside her womb. Minjeong had complete control over you, leaving you with no choice but to release more of your semen into her. Her tight walls eagerly accepted every intense release, filling her with an abundance of creamy fluid. The relentless contractions and pulsations continued as she milked you completely dry, not allowing a single drop to escape. Even after that, you couldn't resist the urge to keep thrusting, pushing your messy and heated load deeper and deeper inside her.
As soon as you pulled away from her warm embrace, Minjeong loosened the tight hold her arms had around you, and sat upright on the bed with her legs spread wide open. You cam so deep inside of her that it took a great effort of pushing and squeezing for your cum to finally pour out of her. With her wet pussy lips on display, you both observed as your cum trickled out of herâa steady stream of white liquid that left a mark on her thighs.
"Wow, you totally filled me up," she inquired, breathing heavily, as she slid a finger into her wet pussy and provocatively licked it clean. âWas that too lewd?â she giggled.
âYeah, totally,â you responded and laughed with her.
âDonât you think youâre forgetting someone?â Winter cooed, grabbing your chin. âI think you still got some more juice inside those balls. They donât look empty to me.â
âIs that fine, Minjeong?â you asked. Unsure. At this point, with your seed inside of her, she probably had some kind of right over you.Â
âOh, what a gentleman you are,â Winter said. âBut just so you know, I am not leaving until you fill me up to the brim.â
âIf thatâs what she wants,â Minjeong sighed. âI donât want to deal with her anymore.â
âCome on, what are you waiting? Are you gonna cum inside of me or what?â
You donât want to make her wait any longer. You force Winterâs face down to the mattress. Ass up, hands on her lips, sheâs full spread, ready to take you in. One single push and you slip inside. There is no need to warm up again, no need to pick up the pace. Her pussy was already molten and shaped to accommodate your cock perfectly.
You quicken your pace, Minjeong rests with her back fully arched to help you reach her deepest spots. Your cockhead taps against her cervix, arousing you more than it should.Â
Your hands kneed her asscheeks with greed. It only turns her on, your lips grip you with fierce. Her hole tightens and twitches as you mistreat her pussy.
Winter laughs and moans with joy. âOh my god, yes!â She squeals. In a sudden burst of energy, she fucks herself back on your cock. âCome on, give me your cum!â
âFucking cumslut. Youâll get all of it.â
Your hands grab her waist tightly, pulling her hips right into your crotch. Minjeong plants kisses on your neck and lips, to encourage you. The warmth of her breath itches your ears, causing pleasure to the upper part of your body as well. She surrenders completely to you, allowing you to have your way with her. Or maybe it was the other way around and you were her slave, fucking her just how she wanted.Â
You couldnât let Minjeong standing there. You turn around and give your attention to her breasts. They are just the right size to fondle, and you do so generously upon discovering how sensitive they are. You roughly sick on her nipples, pulling on them with your lips and licking them to make her squirm and whimper. She hugs your head, pleading you to continue.Â
âOh God, it only took you one girl to get this good?â Winter mumbles.
âFuck!" she swears right after. Just like Minjeong, of course, like her clone, she is a messy squirter.Â
Winterâs spurts make a total mess of your room. Her climax is intense and drenches the whole floor. Spurts of squirt shoot out from her hole onto the tiled surface and your body, causing her to grip your shaft so tightly that it completely overwhelmed you and triggers your orgasm as well. Although your moans are embarrassingly loud, they are drowned out by Winter's ecstatic cries.
Her cries are shrill compared to the mature and seductive tone she had blessed you with until now. You don't pullout, you canât. To do so would be to defy her orders.Â
You pour all the rest of your cum inside of her with the assistance of the spasm of her vagina, which milked you till the last drop. It takes you a couple of minutes to recover from the mind-numbing orgasm when you finally pull out to witness your cum rushing out of her pussy.
Winter laughs with satisfaction, laying lifelessly on the bed, her hair disheveled, her body ruined. You lean into Minjeong, who was holding you on for support.
âThat was your third load? It was so much,â Winter said. âGod, Iâm sure would have gotten pregnant if I was humanâŚâ
âWait, what about me?â
The color drained from Minjeongâs face, her smile disappeared as the weight of the situation sank in. The fun and excitement of the moment evaporated, replaced by a sinking feeling of dread. Your hands hands, which had been vigorously grabbing Minjeongâs waist, now clenched nervously. Her heart pounded as they exchanged worried glances.
âRight,â you said. âI- I just came inside of you.â
âWhatâs gonna happen?â she asked you.
âYou mightâ no, you will definetly get pregnant.â
âDonât worry guys,â Winter said. âI put a little spell on you, you wonât get pregnant.â
âReally?!â you almost screamed.
âYeah,â she said.
The tension in the air broke like a popped balloon. You and Minjeongâs shoulders relaxed visibly, and you let out simultaneous sighs of relief. Your hearts, which had been pounding moments ago, began to slow to a normal rhythm. Your clenched hands opened, and a tentative smile returned to your face. Minjeongâs eyes, wide with worry, softened with immense relief.
You glanced at each other, grins spreading as the weight of their fears lifted.
"I really thought I messed up," you said, your voice filled with a mixture of amusement and relief.
Minjeongâs face flushed a deep crimson as she started speaking. âUhm⌠and how long does this spell last?â
âOh my god,â Winter laughed. âYou want him to cum inside you again?â
âNo! Noâ I meanâŚâ
âTo celebrate you two Iâll make it last a week, just for you two.â
âOh, thanksâŚâ Minjeong smiled shily.
âWell, my job here is done,â Winter said, standing up on her wobbly legs. You could see the cum still dripping down her legs, with droplets of squirt painting the floor.
âThank you for everything youâve done,â you said.
âYeah, thank you,â Minjeong repeated after you.
âI had fun guys. Farewell,â she said one last time and disappeared with sparkles falling to the floor.Â
Both of you remained still for a few seconds reflecting on what just happened.
Minjeong played with her fingers absentmindedly, her thumb circling around her ring finger. You watched her, your eyes tracing the curve of her hand, the gentle movements of her fingers. The moonlight shined on her skin, her completely naked body. With your lust completely drained, she looked a lot smaller than before.
âHey,â she said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice was gentle and intimate. âWhat are we now?â
You looked up, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were trembling. âWhat are we?â you echoed. It wasnât a nice conversation with the both of you smelling like sex and sweat, but it was necessary.
She nodded, waiting for your response. âYes. You and me. What are we?â
âAt this point⌠you already know how I feel about you,â you said. âAnd I guess I also know how you feel.â You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. âI want us to be together.â
She nodded slowly, her eyes meeting his again. There was a flicker of something there, a spark of understanding. "Boyfriend and girlfriend?" she asked, the words tentative but hopeful.
"Yes," you said, the certainty in your voice surprising even you. It was the first time you were this honest. "Boyfriend and girlfriend."
Minjeong smiled. âGood. I felt the same.â
âGlad we got that out of the way,â you said. âBut letâs get cleaned up now.â
Minjeong giggled. âYouâre right. Wanna go in together?â
âYou⌠are you not tired?â
âYou know, unfortunately, we didnât get a clone of you to tell me exactly the whole truth about you, so I am not totally convinced⌠Take my doubt away. Show me how much you really love me.â
THE END
Written, January 5 2024 - June 26 2024
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entering zenin clan as toji's little trophy wife
contains: fem reader, established relationship, age gap (not specified), misogyny, naoya needs his own warning, voyeurism, masturbation, choking, rough sex, riding, dirty talk, cumming inside (toji has a vacectomy), Toji is a good husband, praise
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Your large husband Toji stood in front of you, fastening the fabric around the kimono he had bought you for the special occasion. He himself was adorned in a dark blue kimono, the white fabric of the jupan peeking out from underneath the neckline of his kimono. He was wearing a pair of traditional setta sandals, you had never seen him look so formal and old-fashioned in your life.
"People really still wear this stuff?" You asked, watching him tie the light pink fabric in a bow that would rest on your hipline. Toji kept his eyes on his hands, working carefully, "You're making it too obvious you're not from a sorcerer family." He said, looking up under his dark eyelashes at you once he finished prettying you up. He took a step back, keeping his hands on your waist as he smoothed his hands down the sides of your hips, admiring his handiwork. A whistle from his lips made you blush, smiling up at the older man.
"Beautiful." He said, stepping up to you once again he pressed you against his chest, gripping his hands on the small of your waist he leaned down and kissed you softly, humming against your lips before pulling away. "Thank you Toji." You said, making the scar on his lip bend as a smirk graced his handsome features. "The geezers you're about to meet don't take kindly to.. women, they're old fashioned so do your best to stay close to me, not that I plan to leave you alone with them." Toji shivered internally thinking about what they would do to a pretty thing like you if he let you alone, not that he didn't have full faith in your skills, he knew you were strong, but he also knew how strong his family was.
"I figured out the old-fashioned part by the clothes, I guess misogyny just comes with that territory." You said lightly, making him huff out a laugh. "Don't take their words too seriously, especially Naoya, he respects me so It's hard to know if he'll say anything, but he's notorious for having a big fucking mouth." You watched Toji's expression while he spoke, a vein popping out under the skin of his forehead. "Especially with the women. I don't know if there's a single maid he hasn't harassed in some way or another." He said, growing irritated at the thought of him trying something with his wife.
"I can take it." You said, the soft touch of your fingers tracing Toji's cheek snapping him out of his annoying daydream, bringing him back to reality, his eyes shutting as he sighed, leaning into your touch. "We're just there for me to introduce myself, then we never have to see them again, right?" You asked, smiling when he cracked open his eyes and nodded at you. "What's the worst that can happen in a couple hours?" You spoke reassuringly. "You don't know my family." He sighed, covering your hand with his, pressing it harder agaisnt his face. "I wish I didn't either." His animosity made you smirk, he was working himself up too much.
"How did they even find out we got married?" You asked, Toji's hand dropping from your own as he stepped away to grab his phone on the table behind him and call for a ride. "Who fucking knows, they're so creepy they probably know your blood type and the time you were born by now." He mumbled, holding his phone up to his ear as it rang, reaching one of the drivers for the Zenin clan. You came up behind him, running your hands up his back, relishing in the feeling of the soft fabric of his kimono, before reaching his shoulders and massaging his shoulder gently as he spoke curtly to the man on the other side of the phone.
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The two of you stepped out of the car, Toji first, taking your hand in his as you slid out after him, thanking the driver before you interlaced your arm in his. You were greeted by a kind-looking maid, she looked to be about ten years older than Toji, she bowed when the two of you approached. "Right this way Zenin." She said, glancing at the two of you before she raised her tired body and started a trail into the main building of the Zenin house. Toji cringed at the use of his last name, you felt his bicep tense when she uttered the word. You looked up at him, watching the muscles in his jaw flex as he repeatedly clenched his teeth together.
"I should be the one nervous." You whispered, receiving a glance from your husband, the shadow of a smile gracing his lips before he averted his gaze back in front of him, his eyes darting around to the familiar walls of his miserable childhood. "Being here makes me feel sick is all." He said. You absorbed his words, nodding to yourself as you looked forward, watching the fabric of the older woman's kimono crinkle on her back as she walked.
Toji had told you about his childhood before, but only the once; it was a sore subject after all. You knew it was a very toxic and abusive environment to grow up in, especially for Toji, as he was one to form his own opinions and morals, not letting anyone other than himself influence that; which his family did not appreciate in the slightest. "Here you are, please enter at your own pace." The woman spoke, looking Toji directly in the eyes and squinting before she bowed and walked away, following the hallway back the way you had just come down, presumably to complete some mundane task.
"She knows you, huh?" You asked, squeezing your arm tightly against his as the two of you stood feet from the massive sliding wooden doors that separated you from the main room, where his family was currently residing; chatter and laughter could be heard muffled through the thick wood. "That old dinosaur." Toji laughed quietly. "She was in charge of my main academic classes, would smack my hands with a ruler when I got an answer wrong, shit hurt." He said, you watched him smile, recalling the memory.
"And you're smiling?" You said, tilting your head confused. "Old hag was the only one who actually looked out for me in this hell hole." He said, shaking away the memory before looking down at you. "You ready sweetheart?" Toji asked, staring into your eyes fondly. When you nodded he leaned forward, pressing his plush lips to the top of your head before pulling back and taking a step forward, slipping his fingers into the inverted door handle he slid the door open, the loud grating of the wood announcing your arrival.
Immediately all chatter in the room stopped and all eyes were on you, not Toji, you. The aura in the room was suffocating, only a couple seconds in the presence of these men, and you had understood why Toji was acting so uncomfortable. They were strong, incredibly so, you could feel it. A man with long dark shaggy hair leaned back on the couch, his legs spread as he caressed his chin looking you up and down. You felt shivers crawl down your spine from his perverted gaze alone; his aura wasn't as strong as the others.
Continuing your scan around the room, your eyes landed on a younger-looking man with blonde- almost green hair, a brown halo of hair around his head, he gave you an incredulous look, man spread on the couch much like the last man, he had his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze focused on your chest, thankfully covered by the Kimono; and yet you still felt so exposed under his gaze.
Some other unmemorable men were scattered in the room, an old man with a high ponytail, a teen with short spiky hair, and a handful of longer hair wrapped in bandages behind his neck. One man stood out from the rest though, in terms of the sheer cursed energy radiating off of him, making you shiver, every hair on your body standing at attention. A silver-haired man, twice Toji's age, sat on the floor on a fancy-looking pillow in the center of the room, a half-empty whiskey bottle in his hand, his lips dripping the liquid. The man burped vulgarly, making you suppress a wince at the shameless action.
As much as his face alone looked perfect for the bottom of your foot, you knew this was a man who was absolutely not to be messed with. You guessed this was Nobito, Toji's uncle. "Toji tightened his arm around yours, keeping his gaze in front of him as you looked up through your lashes at him; he could feel your anxiety and was trying to silently tell you he was right there. Nobito laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he raised to his feet, taking long strides toward you and your husband.
He stopped in front of you, ignoring Toji's presence completely. "Bagged a cute little woman, Toji." He laughed, looking at you when he spoke. You maintained composure, keeping eye contact with the wrinkled man in front of you, his breath reeked of alcohol. "Too bad she doesn't know her place." A voice interrupted. Toji's eyes looked to the voice, his face staying unexpressed, making eye contact with the source of the noise, Naoya. "Who does she think she is? Dumb woman doesn't know she should walk behind a man?" He said, scoffing, a look of disgust plastered on his face.
"When you get a wife, feel free to treat her however you like," Toji responded, deadpanning. "Insult my wife again, I'll cut out your tongue." Toji's deep asserting voice made you shiver, a heat creeping over your face at how he had defended you without a second thought. Naoya presented a toothy grin to Toji, a vein in his forehead popping out in annoyance. Suddenly it was too hard to breathe. "Now now, ten years of radio silence from you, and this is how you want our reunion to start?" Nobito tsked, keeping his face in front of yours but darting his eyes to meet Toji's.
"Nice to meet you, sir." You said, bowing respectfully, looking up at the old man under your lashes. He smiled, taking a couple steps back from you. "She's polite~" Another voice resounded through the room- the teen with the rat tail had spoken. "At least she can do something right," Naoya mumbled under his breath, the bitter words not being missed by Toji. You quickly reacted, squeezing your fingers into his arm to warn him not to do anything stupid. His nostrils flared on his otherwise blank face, his chest rising in a deep breath before leveling out again.
Nobito walked back to his seat and picked up the bottle of whiskey, grabbing a glass from the table in front of him he poured a generous amount before sitting and pushing the drink in your direction on the table. All their eyes were on the two of you, waiting for you to sit. Usually, you would sit down first, Toji making sure you were comfortable before sitting down next to you. In this setting, however, you weren't sure this was the best idea.
Unlacing your arm with his, you gestured towards the table with your hands before holding them in front of you, looking up at Toji. He paused, looking down at you before he started for the couch, you followed hot on his trail. Naoya smiled at this, not being able to shake the feeling that he had some influence on your actions. Toji held his hand out for you before you sat down. Placing your hand in his larger one, you sat next to him, your thighs touching with the proximity. He continued to hold your hand, placing tangled hands on your thigh as he gripped his over yours, enveloping it completely.
You pressed your knees together tightly, not wanting to reveal even a centimeter of your skin to the men around you if you could help it. Toji picked up the glass in front of him, bringing the caramel-colored liquid up to his lips before he was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist. The shaggy-haired man had grabbed Toji, tsking, "Thats for your pretty little wife." He smiled maliciously, Nobito grinned, watching the interaction. "She doesn't drink." Toji was quick to retort, pushing though the grip on his wrist he tipped the glass into his lips, tasting the bitter liquid on his tongue before swallowing.
"You keepin' her pure?" Naoya's grating voice once again spoke. Toji was right, the man constantly had something to say, and none of it was good. "She even old enough to drink? Fuck, did you snatch up a young one?" He laughed, the sound making you cringe. "I can drink, I just choose not to." You responded, making the blonde-haired man's smile immediately flush off of his face as his gaze dropped to yours. "Why is your wife speaking right now?" He asked, the question directed at Toji, but his eyes were on yours.
"Only speak when you're being spoken to, and even then, make sure what you have to say is meaningful," Naoya instructed. You looked visibly taken aback. Oh he wanted to die huh?Toji thought, the vein in his forehead showing itself from under the skin. He swore he was going to come back here and strangle the man to death in his sleep, and he would enjoy every last second of it. Who the fuck was he to speak to you like that?
âI donât tell her what to do, and you sure as hell wonât as long as I live either.â Toji growled, his grip tightening against your thigh. "Naoya." Another voice cut in before things could escalate. The man with the ponytail prevented Naoya from digging his grave deeper. Toji's eyes were glued to his younger cousins, his heartbeat racing in his chest as he tried to calm himself down.
You had no idea how much self-restraint Toji really had. Whenever a man even looked in your general direction you had to physically pull him back on his metaphorical leash so he didn't kill him on the street. He took a large gulp of the liquid once more, he couldn't tell if the bitterness was easing the angst he was feeling or increasing it. Naoya lost the glaring battle with Toji, scoffing as he looked away. "How old are you, Naoya?" Toji spoke, holding the glass of half-empty liquor on his thigh, spreading his legs. "Twenty-six." He replied.
Toji laughed curtly, raising his eyebrows before he released your hand and wrapped his arm around the back of the couch. "Don't you think It's time you find a wife? Or you been havin' some trouble findin' a woman who you don't have to beat to act like your dog?" Toji spat, making the younger man fume across the room. A snicker could be heard from the teenager to your left. You had to fight back your own smile, you're pretty sure you would get smacked upside the head by Naoya himself if you did.
âHow did the two of you meet, dollface?â The man with the dark shaggy hair questioned you. Toji could obviously see you looked visibly uncomfortable at the nickname the man had used, squirming in your seat before your opened your mouth to speak, âMe and Dollface met through a mutual friend.â Toji interrupted, making the weight on your shoulders lift and dissipate into the air.
âYour friend know anymore cute young things like your wife here?â The man spoke again, directing his question to Toji but looking at the expanse of your covered body, they all did that and you hated it. âNone that would be interested in an old pervert like you.â Toji responded, trying his best to laugh through the situation so his fist didnât end up through someoneâs stomach by the end of this.
"So, do you come from a sorcerer family?" Nobito interjected, taking a swig from the whiskey bottle. The questions never seemed to stop coming from every direction in the room. "No sir, I'm the only sorcerer in my family." You responded a couple chuckles could be heard throughout the room at your response. Naoya almost burst a blood vessel keeping what he really wanted to say at bay. Sure, you had a nice figure, and a pretty little face to matchâbut you were arrogant and had too much of your own personality. Naoya had an an inkling your relationship wasnât as traditional as you were playing it out to be.
Toji deserved to be with someone who listened to him, who didnât speak out of turn, who could actually walk behind a man. You mustâve been good in bed for Toji to have put a ring on your finger with all those flaws, he presumed.
"She's a first-grade sorcerer before you open your pathetic mouths again." Toji defended. You pressed your thighs together. He was so stoic and serious, it aroused you to no end, and the way he wasn't afraid to show you off, fuck it was doing things to you. Some âOohâs~â echoed through the room.
"Pretty and useful." The old man with the ponytail spoke. You averted your gaze to some corner of the room when you saw some nods throughout the room. "She cooks and cleans too?" Someone teased, creating more chuckles to emanate throughout the room. Toji clenched his jaw in annoyance. If his family knew that he did most of the cooking, he was sure at least 5 of them would have an aneurysm in this very room. At least he could be left alone without fear of starvation while he doubted these grown men knew how to cook something as simple as rice.
"When are you having a child? She doesn't look pregnant now." Naoya blurted out confused, his words indicating that the only thing a wife was good for was having children. You couldn't help but feel too aware of your own body at his words, realizing you could actually be perceived, and were actively being so in this moment. You kept quiet, looking up at Toji, waiting for his answer to come. Truthfully, you wanted kids with him at some point, but you were still so young. The two of you had talked about it briefly, at decided you would revisit the topic in a few years.
Toji brought his hand to wrap around the back of your shoulders, rubbing the skin there before he spoke. "She's too young to have kids now, maybe a few years," Toji answered curtly. Naoya looked flabbergasted, leaning forward on his elbows he spoke exasperatedly, "What? Nonsense, there's no such thing as too young to have kids-" barf. "Her eggs are going to be dried up in a couple years." His lackluster knowledge of a woman's body amused you, once again suppressing a laugh as you pretended to scratch the tip of your nose, hiding your mouth from view.
Toji picked up on your amusement, smiling before he spoke. "What would you know about a woman's body?" He challenged, sliding his hand across your shoulders to drop back down to your thigh, squeezing the fat through the fabric, making you feel a heat between your thighs. Naoya's lip curled up in annoyance, keeping his eyes on Toji's. "Let's take a break, yeah?" Nobito spoke, his voice coming out slurred. "We have a room for the two of you, dinner will be ready soon, we can catch and learn more about your little wife more then, hm?" he said, the words phrased as a suggestion but you knew it wasn't that.
"After you baby," Toji said, nodding his head at you. You smoothed your hands over your thighs as you stood, standing, you bowed before the men as Toji stood with you. "Nice to meet.. most of you." You said, licking your lips to conceal your grin as you started for the door. Toji smirked, making eye contact with Naoya's obviously irritated face before he wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand resting right above your ass as he let you out of the room, sliding the door shut behind the two of you.
"Well, that sure went!" you said, looking up at him and smiling through a cringe, making him laugh at your unfinished sentence, he knew exactly what you meant. "What you said at the end got me all worked up," Toji said, grabbing a handful of your ass as he started walking toward his old bedroom. "Huh?" You asked, confused. "No one talks back to that shitty guy, shoulda seen his face when you said that shit." Toji laughed. You caught on, realizing he was referring to your indirect jab at the blond-haired man before you left.
"Didn't realize bullying your family was one of your kinks." You teased, stopping in front of the doorway when Toji slid the door to his room open, holding his arm out atop the frame for you to go under. "You kiddin? Think it's higher up than my love for titty-fucking'" Toji teased, grabbing your hips as he followed you into the room. He shut the door with one hand behind him, before pulling you against his chest and pressing his lips to yours. "Sorry about those fuckin' assholes." Toji apologized, kissing the corner of your eye.
"It's not you who should be apologizing." You giggled, holding his face in your hands. "Plus, the way you were standing me up for me in there got me all wet." You leaned and whispered against his lips. "Yeah?" His deep voice whispered back, his breath tickling your lips as he hovered his mouth an arm hairs length away from yours. "Wanna see for yourself?" You asked, dropping one of your hands from his face to grab his wrist and bring it between the slit of your Kimono, under the jupan, so his large fingers were directly touching your damp panties. âWanna hear how loud you can be for me, show these old fucks how good you take my dick.â Toji whispered, finally closing the distance and pressing your lips together.
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In the other room, the men had not yet dispersed. Talking amongst themselves, they still collectively hung around in the main room. "She's a bold woman I'll give her that." The old man with the ponytail spoke with his arms crossed over his chest. Naoya fumed in his seat, his nose crinkling in disgust as he replayed your words over in his head. "Nice to meet... some of you." the fucking audacity. He was the heir to the Zenin clan, did you not know that? Talking to him like he's some trash, dumb woman.
"The only thing good about that noisy woman is her ass, what the hell does Toji see in her?" Naoya spoke, making Nobito laugh as he took another swig from the whiskey bottle, holding it by the neck. "She has a nice face, and she's undoubtedly strong if even Toji was willing to praise her like that in front of Nobito." The teen said, shrugging his shoulders. Naoya tsked, crossing his arms over one another, staring at some corner of the room angrily.
The locker room talk about your body and other discussions about you and Toji continued for a couple minutes before their talk was interrupted by a loud sound shrieking through the walls. The men raised their eyebrows, stopping all conversation as they waited to hear the sound again. "Agh!!" There it was again, the loud sound being muffled by the walls that separated them from the source. "The hell is that?" Naoya spoke first, his voice cutting into the otherwise silent room.
"Shh." Nobito hushed, setting the bottle down he scanned his eyes around the walls, waiting to see where the sound was coming from. "Ah-ah-ah!" He tilted his ear towards the direction of the sound when the moans came more steadily, his head tipping in the direction of where you and Toji were staying. Naoya was growing frustrated, already annoyed that his dad had hushed him in front of everyone. "Toji- Fuck-" That was all they needed to hear. Nobito let out a hearty laugh, as he raised to his feet, whiskey bottle in hand as he started for the sliding door that would take him to the garden.
Naoya's face was plastered with a blush, did you just-? "Fucking under Nobito's roof after being absent for a decade, heh~" The shaggy-haired man laughed. "He's marking his territory, bastard," Nobito spoke before sliding the door shut behind him, lounging on the edge of the deck. He thought you were eye candy, sure, but he didn't want to hear his nephew fucking his wife in front of him, he would rather be the one doing the fucking.
Toji's growls could be heard through the walls as he fucked into you, the sound of an old bed creaking through the walls was not missed by Naoya's ears. "Even her voice is cute." One of the men spoke. Naoya couldn't take this torture anymore, with his face completely flushed, he rose to his feet, walking quickly out of the room. "It's disgusting." Naoya spit, sliding the big wooden door loudly behind him.
Some maids were in the hallway gossiping when he exited. Giggling and covering their faces as they listened to Toji absolutely ruin your shit. His face burning hot as he leaned against the door, he glanced up at the women, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get back to work." Naoya hissed, the woman immediately dispursing to finish their chores. He sighed when they were out of sight, finally looking down at his Kimono, he noticed a tent had formed at his crotch, he looked at it in disgust, scrunching his face up as he made quick work to his room, which coincidentally neighbored Toji's.
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"You like that baby? Like when I fuck your tight little cunt like this? Toji groaned, gripping your hips as he brought your ass back to meet his thrusts, fucking his cock into your g-spot with pinpoint precision. "Y-yes Toji- Love it- love it so much!" You groaned. He had you face down, ass up, and his hips were being so fucking mean. Mercilessly he pulled his cock almost completely out, before bulling the entirety of his girth into your tight pussy, loud squelches filling the room at how wet you were.
"Yeah you do, take my cock-" thrust "so" thrust "fucking" thrust "well-!" He grit through his teeth, his hips colliding with your ass and making the fat ripple. He had only pushed your kimono up, revealing your pussy to him, he himself had only pulled his cock out through the slit, making it easier for him to get inside you faster after he briefly stretched you out on his fingers. "You're so pretty baby, fuck- such a good fucking wife-" He groaned, making a point to say that last part extra loud.
He didn't feel like he had anything to prove to his family, he knew how good you were to him, and how in love the two of you were. He just wanted to make them jealous, they were all old, ugly, and wifeless or had shells of women on their arms after all. He saw how they looked at you, how they tried to look through your Kimono and get even a sliver of skin to feast their eyes upon. He wanted them to know they would never, in a million years, get the chance, so here he was, fucking his lively young wife, bubbly and full of personality, in their prison of a home.
"Wanna ride me, baby? Let em' hear how good you fuck me?" He asked, not letting up his assault on your pussy. You drooled and whined into the sheets, gripping your nails into the expensive cloth as your body jerked and slid across the sheets from his manhandling. Riding Toji was a rare feat, it got him so worked up. The angle at which your pussy sucked in his cock, how deep he got, always made him relinquish control unconsciously, which is why it was so rare he let you ride him.
You nodded into the sheets, your words getting slurred together when you mumbled out "yesyesyes" while he fucked you. Toji laughed, pulling out his cock he continued to jerk it slowly, spreading your juiced all over him before he plopped on the bed next to you, holding your outer hip to pull you towards him as he got comfortable against the sheets. With shaky legs, you slung them over Toji's hips, watching him still jerk his cock in his large hand as you situated your pussy to hover right over his fat tip.
"Sit down baby, fuck me." He said the smile your husband had on his face being controlled by lust and love together. His eyes immediately rolled to the back of his head when you sat down on his cock, his abs clenching and legs twitching as you eased his length into you. "Fuuuuck, that's good~" He groned, tipping his head back into the pillows as your pussy swallowed up his cock to the hilt. He could feel every bump and ridge of your cock, your warmth, how fucking tight you were in this position--he already felt himself going dumb.
"Fuck me baby, bounce on my fucking cock-" Toji begged, his hands coming to grip your hips and aid you the best he could in lifting you off his cock and slamming you back down on it. "God~ Toji, you're f-filling me up!" You whined, starting a quick pace on him, pressing your hands against his pecs for stability as you gound your clit against his pelvis every time his cock bottomed out inside you. Toji had his eyebrows scrunched together, his jaw dropped open as he moaned freely into the room, his moans overshadowing yours.
"Y-yeah? Feel my b-big cock fuckin' up 'ur guts?" Toji laughed through a deep whine, trying to watch his length disappear into your pussy when you sat down on it, but he was having a hard time keeping his eyes forward in their sockets. "Yes, Toji- fuck!" You cried out when one of his hands came down to rub his thumb against your clit. The added stimulation made you ride him harder as you chased your orgasm. He loved touching your clit not only because it made you feel good and he loved seeing your reactions to it, but also because your pussy tightened up like it was trying to constrict his cock when he did so.
His body jerked forward every time his dick slid inside you, his deep voice laughing through his arousal when you stopped your bouncing and instead ground against him. The movements made his cock rub against your sweet spot deep inside you. He watched your head tip back as your nails dug into his chest at how good you were feeling. "Choke me baby, cmon~" Toji begged quietly into the air, needing to feel your smaller hand squeeze around his neck when you came.
One of your hands slid up the expanse of his chest, traveling over the fabric of the Kimono as you splayed your fingers out along his neck, giving him a squeeze. The smirk on his face grew tenfold, a dopey grin spreading across his features. "Yesyesyes baby- yesss-" His words were slurred, his eyes rolling back every time his cock was forced against your walls from your incessant humping along his pelvis.
"Baby I'm gonna cum-" You spoke breathlessly, squeezing your hand tighter around his throat as you were brought closer and closer to your high. Toji was getting dizzy, not just from you choking him out, but from watching you shut your eyes and hump yourself on his dick, getting yourself off on him like he was some sex toy--and he fucking loved it. "Yeah- use me baby, use me, cum all over my dick baby please~" He groaned, his jaw falling open and closed like a fish out of water, his eyebrows scrunching shut as he watched your orgasm crash over you.
Your hand around his neck loosened when you came, your orgasm wracking through your body as you jerked and twitched on top of him, your hips losing their rhythm. That was Toji's sign to take over. He abandoned his thumb on your clit and brought his hand back up to join the other in grabbing your waist. He planted his feet on the bed and started pistoning his hips against your ass like a madman. He fucked you through your orgasm and into overstimulation as he brought himself to his own high.
He watched you grit your teeth and squeeze your eyebrows together, pushing through the painful pleasure. "Almost there baby- doin' so good letting me use you like this- fuck-" He praised, shaking his head agaisnt the sheets as he watched your body bounce limply on top of him. Toji was too fucked out to announce before he came, but you knew. His hips lost their rhythm, his voice got higher and higher in pitch before he stilled his hips against your ass.
He groaned hard as he felt the first ropes of his cum shoot inside your pussy. He shot his body up and wrapped his arms around your torso, hiding his face in your neck as he bit down hard against the skin there, letting your cunt milk his balls as his hips stuttered agaisnt you, his cock releasing all of his seed as deep as he could into you. "Fuuuck-" He groaned against your skin when he started coming down from his high.
You pulled your head back, grabbing his face between your hands you pressed your lips to his, breathing heavily against his lips as the two of you kissed passionately. You pulled away, smiling at his flushed face, "Probably sounded like we just made a baby." you giggled, wiping the sweaty strands of his hair from his forehead. "If they ever find out I got a vasectomy, they might have a heart attack," Toji smirked, making you giggle as he peppered kisses on your face. "So maybe we should." He added, dropping his kisses to your neck as the two of you embraced each other, his softening cock still snug in your walls.
In the room over, a fuming Naoya sat on the edge of his bed, his jerking slowing over his softening cock, covered in his own cum as he tried to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Fucking... bitch.." He whispered into the room, covering his ashamed face with the back of his arm as he flopped back agaisnt his sheets.
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The two of you spent another hour cleaning up and enjoying each other's company as you sat outside of Toji's room, your back against the wall of the sliding glass door, Toji sitting in front of you, your clothed feet in his hands as he massaged them softly, listening to you speak. "You ready to leave, princess?" He asked when the conversation died down. You sighed, "I wish your family weren't such assholes, food always tastes better when it's free." Your husband gigged as you retracted your legs, pulling on your sandals as the two of you stood to your feet.
"I'll take you out tonight, you look so pretty in this after all, it would be a waste to not enjoy you out like this," Toji said, walking up to you and holding your waist in his hands as he gave you a one-over. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips before the two of you made your way back inside to say your goodbyes to the men of the household.
Entering the same room you met them all in before, they were all in their respective places, even Naoya. They all looked over at the two of you as the doorway slid open, Toji's hand on your waist. "We won't be staying for dinner, it's been awful, as always," Toji smirked, looking around the room but spending a little extra time on Nobito and Naoya. You smiled in faux politeness, the bright red bite mark on your next standing out like a sore thumb when you tipped your head to the side. "You think you can just use my home as some sex hotel, and leave?" Nobito asked incredulously, raising en eyebrow at Toji before taking a large swig of the alcohol. You silently prayed he would die in this moment of alcohol poisoning.
Naoya's face was bright red as he stared at the pair of you in disgust, his observant eyes picking up the bruises across Toji's neck from you stranging him in bed. "Watch us." You replied, which made a proud Toji Zenin look down at you and smile. The two of you backed up and shut the door behind you, leaving quickly without another word.
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â SAIKI RELATIONSHIP HCS
â very hesitant to hug you/hold hands bc he is afraid he might shatter all your bones. prefers kisses, less can go wrong
â except that one time he kissed you and was so flustered that a whole galaxy exploded
â but it was one of those really distant, useless ones so he moved on
â or that time you held his hand and he literally started levitating ??
â finishes exams in two seconds then spends the rest of the time annoying you
'i don't mean to disturb you but i noticed you put the wrong answer for question four' 'get out of my head!'
â i already wrote a drabble about this but he morphs into different objects to 'prank' you
â you always want him to shrink bc what's the point of having a psychic bf if you can't carry him around on your person like a polly pocket
â he's very apprehensive about it, however one day he finally agrees to it because you have a shift at work and you really wanted him to join you but it would be weird if he just showed up to your place of work unannounced so he shrunk and you carried him around in your back pocket
â that is until you almost sat on him!! and when he dived out to avoid being crushed, he fell onto the sticky work floor covered in dust
â still hasn't fully recovered đż
â omg if you are insecure about a physical feature of yours , instead of using his powers to change you, he will use his mind control on the entire world so that your insecurity is now the beauty standard (similar to what he did with his hair)
â he doesn't use mind control on you though bc it's rude
â in fact he tries to avoid using his powers on you all together bc it would only cause trouble (with the exception of telepathy bc he likes to speak to you.. unlike he does with most people)
â and he's very strict with that ethic of his
â which is nice and all, and really easy until he does something super embarrassing in front of you
â like you see him scream at a cockroach or smth
â and he is SO tempted to use memory alteration on you so you could just forget that ever happened
â but he just can't bring himself to do it
â OR when your birthday was before his so he got you a present but didn't do that much else, but when it was time for his birthday and you went all out, he so wanted to either go back in time and do better or just alter your memory so you think he went all out too
â oh and passive aggression doesn't work on him ofc
â if you are ever mad or upset at him for whatever reason, you can't be like 'hmph i'm not gonna tell you what you did wrong, you just have to know :<' bc he can.. y'know.. read your mind
â and he also knows exactly what to do to make you feel better and forgive him, every single time
â plus you can never stay mad at him for long anyway bc he's just too cute!!
â too shy to admit that he wants to spend more time with you so he will use his powers as some sort of excuse
as you're about to leave saiki's room, he lies, 'wait. don't go. i have had a precognition that something terrible is going to happen to you if you do.' 'really?' you raise an eyebrow. 'and what might that be?' he wasn't really ready for any follow up questions so he stutters and thinks of the scariest scenario he can 'toritsuka.' ... 'toritsuka is going to do what? jump me?' 'no. just toritsuka.'
â for your birthday or anniversary he does something you call the 'saiki special' where he duplicates himself to give you a full body massage
â it's what dreams are made of !!!
â but yeah it's a lot of effort so he saves it for special occasions
â he would so love to watch trashy reality tv shows with you
â but he so uses it against you
â like if you are ever studying and are like 'why am i working so hard when you are psychic and can literally set us up for the easy life đŤ'
â he'll be like.. you know who else never worked hard a day in they're life.. the kardashians!! do you really want to end up like that??
â and when you say yes this is the face he makes đ
â dw though bc as i said before he will be in your head during exams so he can help you a little
â his love language is actually spoonfeeding you food and desserts
â and yes he actually uses his hands opposed to his mind to control the spoon, just to show you that being a psychic doesn't mean he gets to cut corners!
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pushing boundaries
all those hairy chest pics (esp this one) have me thinking of best friend/roommate soap whoâs way too comfortable being shirtless naked around you. (soap who's way too comfortable pushing boundaries.)
18+, general boundary pushing, creepy soap, dubcon (forcing reader to touch him, but reader wants it), again - not as dark as a lot of things on here but iâm not very experienced in writing dubcon so đ
he could be doing anything, and if he felt like showing himself off to you, he would find some excuse to do it.
if he was cooking? "what? the kitchen's too hot, bonnie! sweatin' my arse off in here." the entire time you were helping him cook, you'd be forced to watch his muscles ripple and flex, all shiny with sweat. your eyes would wander involuntarily, studying each scar and bruise that littered his tan freckled skin. from where you stood beside him , you could see where dark hair grew on his chest and stomach. you gulp as you see the tufts of hair that trailed down his stomach and into his sweatpants. you would be so distracted from ogling at him that you didn't see his lips stretch into a smirk.
if you two were watching a movie? "come on, bonnie," he drawls out as he lays back into the couch, eyes burning into your flustered form. with a grunt, he stretches his arm out and around your shoulders. he's so casual about it too - as if his muscular arm wasn't pressed flush against you, as if his body heat wasn't flooding your body, as if his natural musk wasn't flooding your nostrils. as if you couldn't see every ridge and ripple of his abs, every scar that you wanted to lick. as if you couldn't see every strand and curl of hair that littered his chest and abs. as if you couldn't see the patch of dark hair that trailed down past his waistband... no doubt covering the base of his cock that was also rock hard. "am i not allowed to be comfortable in my own home?" he would murmur the words in your ear, his breath fanning your sensitive skin and making you shiver.
the latter is when he's the worst. in addition to shedding his shirt and leaving his chest all exposed, he purposefully takes up a good chunk of the couch so you're forced to cuddle with him. if you've already taken your seat when he comes to sit down, he quickly stretches out and invades your bubble of personal space. not too long after, his heavy body will be stretched out on top of you. his head will usually be buried in your chest, nestled between the valley of your breasts. you try and ignore the way his hands always find a way to grope your tits.
if he's not laying on you, his gaze will be burning into you the whole time. he knows you stare (even if you try not to), he can feel your eyes sneak a glance at his exposed chest before darting away. he can see how your eyes widen and how your pulse thrums against your neck. he can see how flustered turned on you are, and he means to take full advantage of that.
âlike what ye see?â he grins, drinking in every detail of your expression, committing to memory how you looked so skittish with your wide eyes and bitten lips. he couldn't suppress the chuckle that rumbled from his chest as you stumbled on your words.
"wha- i don't know what you're talking about!" your mouth gapes as you try to avoid his gaze, suddenly finding the mundane movie in front of you so interesting. much more interesting than the hard wall of muscle pressed up against you, whispering filthy things in your ear.
"no? yer not droolin' over yer best friends body?" he moves impossibly closer, tightening his hold on your shoulders and pulling you even tighter against him. as he spoke, his mouth came even closer to your ear until you could feel his lips grazing it. your breath hitched before you could help it. "yer not too busy starin' at me to watch the movie you picked out?" he nips at your ear.
you try to focus back on the movie, just ignoring him and not rewarding him with a reaction. if anything to just try and shed the embarrassing cloud hanging over you. if you were lucky, maybe he would forget about all of it and let you keep a shred of your dignity. not by a long shot.
"hey, hey, none of that." he chides harshly, using his free hand to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. your heart pounded in your ears as you were forced to stare up into your best friends eyes, and therefore being forced to see his hairy chest in your periphery. he feels your pulse race under his grip. he feels you gulp nervously. he laughs, all husky and hearty from deep in his chest.
he gives your jaw a good squeeze, almost daring you to look away.
when he's sure, and only when he's sure, that you won't move, he lets go of your jaw.
you almost sigh in relief when he lets your jaw go, but that's quickly cut short when he grabs your hand and makes you touch him. anywhere and everywhere.
you gasp as he holds your hand against his chest, feeling him so warm and sturdy underneath your palm. you try and pull your hand away but he just clicks his tongue in disapproval, and that's all it takes for you to get back in line.
as he forces you to touch his chest, you feel every detail you had spent so long staring at. you feel every scar and bruise that littered his skin, every tuft of hair that covered his chest. you could even feel his heartbeat race under your palm.
not long after he had initially yanked your hand to touch him was he now moving your hand down the span of his abs. you could feel every ridge and bump of his abs under your hand, as well as his hair growing thicker the further he moved your hand.
"yeah? ye like that?" he damn near purred in your ear as he watched your expression. he knew you would love him, love his body. he could tell you were enjoying being able to feel him up, no matter how nervous you acted.
speaking of nerves, he made sure to act fast before you yanked your hand away. he might not let you, but still.
"what about.. this?" he whispered in your ear as he finally slipped your hand into his sweatpants and planted your soft hand on his thick, throbbing cock. he heard your breath hitch in shock, but you didn't try to pull your hand away. "mmm, yeah. i knew you'd like my cock."
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He has a nightmare where he rejected you
Characters: Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor (x reader, separately)
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4 , Part 5
Main Masterlist
CW: Asmo's having a bit of a mental breakdown, Beel literally has a fever dream and there's a brief description of lesson 16 in Belphie's part
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Asmodeus â He didnât want to play favourites
Thereâs an endless line of demons and witches alike willing to kill and die for him.
He canât live without their adoration, their desire and their support.
While he knows you are not like everybody else, he canât help but compare you to the rest of his fans.
Whereâs the difference between your love and theirs? Can you give more than what theyâve already given him?
He canât help but feel honoured by your confession, being chosen by their beloved human, but the idea of accepting your advances makes him feel ungrateful to his loyal fans.
The rejection comes out easily, just like many times before, and your reaction makes him sigh and almost offer his shoulder to cry on.
That wouldâve been too cruel, wouldnât it?
The uniqueness of your feelings doesnât stand out until time passes.
Itâs not just your attention that he misses, but also the tenderness in your eyes and the shy hint of your smile whenever he looks at you.
It became apparent that you cared not only for what he showed but also for what he hid about himself.
He tried searching for that same shade of love in your expression, but it faded quickly as weeks passed.
It all reached an end where, in a turn of events that made him sweat in fear and disgust, you started to look instead for his eldest brother.
He starts to work, desperately thinking that, maybe, if he made himself more beautiful or popular, you would change your mind and return to trying to be with him.
However, judging by the way you looked at Lucifer, he knew his reciprocation came a little bit too late.
You woke up to the sounds of sobbing, an animalistic yearning for comfort that pulled you out of your slumber. Hands grabbed the blankets covering you and a voice kept bubbling nonsense, an entire monologue full of sorrow that you couldnât understand. In the end, it was the familiarity of the demon in front of you what fully brought you to the living world.
Asmo, kneeling beside your bed, cried even louder when he saw you opening your eyes. By the desperate moves of his hands you knew he wanted to hug you and that, mixed with the despair in his expression, tugged your heartstrings with painful force and made you open your arms.
He threw himself at you, burying you both in the cocoon of bedsheets and blankets and wept as you smoothed his hair and murmured words of consolation in his ear.
Almost half an hour passed until he could breathe with ease, but he wouldnât look at you. Not like you were counting on it.
âYou love me, donât you? Do you still love me? Please, tell me you do. I love you, I truly do. Iâd never reject youâŚâ
âReject meâŚ?â
âI love you, I love youâŚâ
Asmo hid his face in the crook of your neck, rocking the both of you back and forth in search of calmness. He ignored your questions and shaking hands, although you quickly realised he wasnât entirely conscious about it. He seemed completely lost, repeating the confessions of his affections for you until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
You laid under him for the remainder of the night, too scared and shaken to rest again and hoping with all your strength that whatever put him in this state would disappear forever.
Beelzebub â He didnât feel the same
It is indifference. From the moment you stepped into the house, what he felt for you was nothing more than indifference.
His room is empty and his twinâs absence occupies his mind more than it should, but he canât do anything about it besides dealing with the loneliness.
Living with his older brothers simply isnât enough anymore.
His family isnât complete and the presence of a human in their home isnât going to change that.
The first time he truly interacts with you is in the kitchen, in the middle of the night, willing to murder you over custard. The only reason you arenât harmed is his brotherâs fondness for you.
As a consequence, his room is no longer empty and he finds that quite enjoyable. Without any reason to be rude or mean to you, your short time spent together passes too quickly for his liking and, afterwards, he finds himself visiting you whenever he has the chance.
Beel values your friendship and he believes the feeling is mutual, even when you blush, smile with excitement and stare with bright eyes whenever he enters the room.
He is incapable of seeing how unbalanced your affections compared to his are.
His heart doesnât stutter at your existence and neither do his words. You are his friend, a dear one, but nothing more; thatâs what he tells you in response to your confession.
He pities your heartbreak and assures you your platonic relationship will remain the same, but his promises fall on deaf ears. The friendship is left hollow and unnatural and he briefly wonders if accepting your pouring heart wouldâve been the better option.
Would have he fallen for you over time? If that were the case, although initially forced, would the love blossom into something strong and worth fighting for?
He hopes he will, too, go back to normal as weeks pass and you painfully overcome your crush, but when youâre finally able to look at him with non-romantic warmth, half of his face is red, his eyes twitch in adoration at each one of your smiles and his throat hurts from self-caused frustration.
Now itâs his turn to suffer the heartbreak.
There was a deep pressure on his chest when he woke up and as bad as Beel wanted it to be the comforting weight of your body, he knew that couldnât be true. He didnât feel the top of your head under his chin or your quiet breath against his skin. Had you actually been there, he wouldâve never let you go.
His eyes were tired, itchy under heavy eyelids, and a pounding headache begged him not to move an inch, although he wasnât sure he would be able to anyway; his muscles were glued to the bedsheets with sweat.
Groaning in exhaustion, he slowly turned his head sideways, staring at his twinâs sleeping form with deep-rooted fondness. Belphie was frowning, probably feeling part of Beelâs discomfort, and was twitching in his sleep, murmuring words he couldnât decipher and lashing the tuft of his tail with weak movements.
An empty chair was also there, slightly facing his direction.
Quietly, the door opened and the dim glow of the hallwayâs candles briefly lighted the entry, distracting him from the ache. A figure stepped in, tip-toeing while closing the door again and making its way to his bed.
MC�
Was he hallucinating?
âDid I wake you up?â you asked in worry, unfazed by his silence.
He watched as you ignored the chair and sat beside him at the edge of the mattress, unsure of what to say or do. He wanted to touch you, take your face in his hand and make sure you werenât a manifestation of his desires, but he wasnât sure he was allowed to. In addition to that, his head felt full of cotton and completely detached from the rest of his body; he didnât want to strike you by accident.
âMy DDD ran out of battery, but I didnât know where your charger was and I didnât want to make noise. I just came back from my roomâ
You lifted your hand and he gasped in expectation, sighing with relief when you pushed away his wet hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. If he could return the gesture, he would, but he was barely able to keep his eyes focused on you, let alone talk or move.
âYouâre still too warmâ you informed with a frown, preparing yourself to leave his side. âIâm going to get a wet tow-⌠Honey?â
Beel sighed again, this time shuddering, exhausted at the effort of grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him.
Honey.
Your lips turned down in a sad smile, still coming down to kiss him again for a little longer.
âYouâll feel better tomorrow, I promiseâ
Honey.
ââŚve youâŚâ
You hummed a question against his skin, unsure of what heâd said, but he suddenly felt too weak to repeat himself.
âGo to sleep, okay? Iâll be here, Beelâ
Honey.
Belphegor â He hated you
Your free will and your refusal to give up, going up the stairs despite Luciferâs threats and helping the mysterious man imprisoned in the attic; stupidity and no sense of self-preservation trapped behind a weak shield of kindness and compassion.
Seeing you strive to help him is amusing; like a candle hoping to light the vastness of the night.
That you think he is a human is just an advantage to his plan, but how can you, such an insignificant creature, aid in his escape?
The mere sight of you sends bile to his mouth, but he canât do anything besides entertain you whenever your human need of connection forces you to search for him.
You talk incessantly and he listens, albeit with no interest and borderline rude behaviour. He scoffs, shoots sarcastic remarks and brings you down whenever he has the chance, calling you stupid and naĂŻve.
Thatâs why your feelings for him are so surprising.
You⌠like him? Do you like being lied to and degraded?
Okay.
Heâs not going to complain.
Itâs just another reason for you to help him without thinking twice.
And that you do.
A laugh blurts out of his throat when he finally closes his arms around your excited figure. Youâre blushing and smiling like a fool and when you try to step away to ask if heâs okay, thereâs nothing in your existence but pain.
Your desperate scratches are nothing for him and neither is the heartbreak of betrayal in your eyes. If anything, they make him want to hurt you even further, pushing your neck against the floor with inhumane strength and letting your body fall down the stairs like a child dropping a ragdoll would.
He comes to his senses no long after that; less than an hour. Your heritage is explained and his prejudices are proven to be incorrect, vanishing like dust at the prospect of sharing a friendship with you like his brothers do.
You were nice to him then, back when you didnât know who he was, so why wouldnât you be nice to him again now that there are no secrets between you? His actions were wrong, yes, but also justified.
Wouldnât you agree, MC? He deserves the benefit of the doubt.
But why arenât you looking at him anymore? Why do you hide? Donât you trust him?
He said he was sorry! Isnât that enough?
The door opened with a loud noise, then closed almost without notice. Something dragged across the floor until reaching your bed, a blanket, and if the soft hint of lavender didnât let you know who just disturbed your sleep, then his words would make it obvious.
âYouâre not in my bedâ Belphie stated. You turned, confused at the abrupt interruption and the tone of his voice, which made it clear he was trying to hide something. His figure was indistinguishable amidst the dark, but his purple eyes stood out like stars. Before you could say anything, he talked again. âWhy?â
He watched in silence as you looked around, trying to find a clue to understand what was happening. Still waiting for a response, he huffed as he climbed over you and settled on the other side of the bed.
âLike a cryptid, Belphieâ you mustered in annoyance while letting him cling to your side. âYouâre just like a cryptidâ
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means youâre testing my patienceâ
âWhy arenât you in my bed?â
âI swear to GodâŚâ
You stared at him in disbelief, but something in his expression subdued your irritation. Now that he was closer you could see his glossy eyes, a frown twisting his whole face as his hands held on to you with more force than necessary. Although you had suspicions about what he wanted to hear, a sincere I love you, you still took the longer route and calmly answered his question.
âYou kicked me outâŚâ
âI never wouldâ he quickly retaliated, sitting straight like a spring and hovering over you with determined and unblinking eyes.
ââŚbecause I had an accident in Solomonâs laboratory and my skin and clothes smelt like chemicalsâ
There was silence in the room for a few seconds and, after pushing him softly, Belphie finally laid down again, his features slowly relaxing until only a bitter expression remained. Your fingers carefully detangled his hair, but not even that seemed enough to fully calm him down.
âIâm sorryâ, he said against your shoulder, delicately hugging your waist like you were made of porcelain.
âItâs okay, we can just go back to sleepâŚâ
âIâm sorry, MCâ
Your confusion was obvious, but he didnât say anything and, by the time you gathered enough courage to ask, he was already deeply unconscious.
.
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The Great Bucky Bake Off | Bucky Barnes x Reader | One shot - 3.5k words
An Avengers retreat takes a turn for the better when Bucky decides to eat your pot brownies⌠all of the pot brownies.
Warnings: 18+ sexual content. Drinking, casual drug use, Avengers wearing onesies for reasons, very flirty Bucky, p in v & oral sex. Rated R for ridiculous.
A/N: Happy birthday, Bucky Barnes!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @reveriesources
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes
âOkay, âfess up, who ate all my brownies?â You turned to stare down the rest of the team, admittedly a little slow on your feet already.
The scene in the living room could only be described as chaotic. When Tony suggested he fly the team out to his remote cabin for ârest, recuperation and team buildingâ, you had been fully on board. You were even more on board when he had you buy everyone fluffy animal onesies and youâd signed yourself up to a lifetime of being obsessed with your job the day you received an email to source as much weed, alcohol and Asgardian liquor as possible. Being the Avengers PA certainly had its perks.Â
âNot me!â Steve admitted, far too quickly. âI didnât eat them.â He shook his head, sending the dog ears on top of his onesie flopping about.Â
You narrowed your eyes, âWell, you sure know something.â He looked the picture of innocence until he pulled Sam into the conversation.Â
âTell 'er Sam, we dunno nothinâ 'bout brownies."Â
"Nuthinââ Sam shook his head too, his beer sloshing dramatically in its glass and wetting his hand. âMy wings!â He steadied the bottle and brushed the stray liquid from the soft Eagle wings that made up the arms of his outfit.
âHave you spoken to James?â Natasha asked, leaning next to you and swiping crumbs from the plate, the last of the joint youâd shared placed delicately between her fingers. Somehow she managed to make the black onesie look very stylish, the arms rolled up to the silvery spiderwebs embroidered on the elbows and shoulders.
âJames? Bucky?"Â
Organising and taking part in retreats was your second favourite part of your job. Bucky took the top spot, miles ahead of everything else with his handsome, stubbled face and gruff but gentlemanly manner. Despite being part of the team for a while, he still kept to the background, staying out of the way and keeping quiet. He was always especially polite to you, holding the door and making sure you were included all the time, even if he never really stayed that long at Starkâs parties or Steveâs team building exercises.
Deep down you hoped it was because he saw you the same way you saw him, in your dreams, surrounded by little hearts.Â
But life just wasnât that kind, and you took his friendship gladly if that was all he could give.Â
"Why would Bucky eat them, can he even get high?â You slid forwards, leaning on the counter and clutching the empty tray.Â
âBambi!â The four of you whipped around, surprised. Bucky bounced into the room with an enthusiasm that Steve hadnât seen for decades. He also had chocolate on his cheeks and crumbs all down his front making him instantly guilty. You looked down at your onesie, light brown and speckled like a deer with tiny antlers on the hood.Â
âHa, yeah, like Bambi.â You giggled.
âAnd Iâm Thumper!â He laughed back pulling the hood of his own pyjamas up and letting the long, grey, ears drop in front of his face.Â
âBecause you punch people?â You were momentarily confused, your brain refusing to work and instead focusing on the too tight fabric around Buckyâs arms.Â
Behind you Sam coughed to cover his laughter and Natasha turned away, eyes full of mirth.Â
âNo! Thumper in Bambi!"Â
"The girl rabbit?â Tony dropped down onto the huge sectional couch, surprisingly sober. Although you were sure that had more to do with promising Pepper to keep the cabin safe, rather than any personal choice.Â
âThumper is a boy.â Bucky insisted, eyes never leaving yours, his smile boyish and relaxed.
âHow would you know?â Sam scoffed, leaning over the back of the couch, positively gleeful when Steve whispered that Bambi was also a boy and they fell back laughing together.
âBecause, Sam, Iâve seen Bambi."Â
"What?â Tonyâs snort of derision didnât go unnoticed, but you shot him a glare. This was possibly the most relaxed youâd ever seen Bucky, you wouldnât be letting anyone, including your boss, spoil it.Â
âI saw Bambi, in 1942, when it first came out,â he said proudly.Â
âThatâs right, I remember!â Steve jumped up, the Asgardian liquor cocktail that Natasha had rustled up earlier starting to take effect. âWe went with your sisters, Rebecca cried when Bambiâs mom got shot and he was all alone."Â
"Donât spoil it, Stevie.â Bucky chastised, turning back to you as quickly as possible, âHave you seen it? Do you want to see it? We could see it?â
You nodded but he ignored you, continuing to talk as he got closer and closer, backing you into the kitchen island where the empty brownie tray dropped with a clang.Â
"We can go, Iâll take you, Saturday, you can have as much popcorn and soda as you like.â His right hand swayed by his side, nudging closer to yours until your fingers touched. âWhat d'ya say?"Â
Every fibre of your being screamed yes, just as youâd internally jumped for joy whenever he came by your office or handed you a coffee. But those times you were sober, calm, collected. Now you were four drinks and half a joint deep, floating off into the clouds. Professional judgement be damned.Â
So you screamed "Yes!â outloud for once.Â
He beamed, throwing his arms around you and squeezing just a little too tight until you squeaked. âGood, gonna be my best girl, my Bambi and Iâll be Thumper, buy you lots of popcorn and - oh - youâre really soft.â His hands found the back of your hood, pulling it up to sit on top of your head, letting it fall into your eyes.Â
âYeah itâs nice, right?âÂ
âSâfluffy.â Buckyâs thumbs brushed over your lips and down your neck, just inside the hood for a moment, before finding your shoulders and arms, rubbing the fuzzy material until you felt static build on your skin. âYouâre really cute, yâknow,â he whispered. âMy own little Bambi.â
âI know.â You giggled back, picking up the joint again so youâd had something to do with your hands other than grip the front of your own outfit.Â
âWe didnât smoke weed back in the day,â he said, conversationally, as if he didnât have his hands in your pockets, pulling out your lighter and a lip balm.Â
âNo?â You took a drag, blowing the smoke to the side politely.Â
âDid a lot of cocaine though, keep us awake on missions.âÂ
âJesus. ThatâsâŚintense.âÂ
He nodded, watching your fingers against your lips, the little pout when you exhaled.Â
âCan I?âÂ
âYou ate a whole tray of brownies, Bucky, I donât know if you should have anymore.â You extended your arm away from his grabby hands, hoping Natasha would come and take it away again, but to no avail. Instead, he lifted you onto the counter, pinned your leg down and followed the line of your arm to your outstretched hand. His lips brushed the backs of your fingers when he took the twist of paper into his lips. You waved him over and he held his breath as he returned to you, leaning in close and only exhaling when you pulled your hoods together, his nose against yours.Â
Instinctively you inhaled, the rush of smoke and the smell of Bucky was overwhelming. You giggled again, trapping him against you with an arm around his neck and your legs around his waist.Â
âHavenât shotgunned since college.â You smiled, everything was so floaty and soft, fuzzy round the edges and so fucking warm. When did it get so warm?Â
âYou know with your floppy ears you could be-â your laughter bubbled up, cutting you off, âyou could- sorry - oh my god - you could be Bucks Bunny!"Â
Bucky did not seem to like that nickname as much as Thumper and told you so, pouting until you let him take another long drag.Â
Time seemed to slow down between Buckyâs words, his hands, the way your glass of wine felt in your hand and the texture of his onesie. They were a good idea, so soft, good for petting, and Bucky was petting you too. His right hand was burning hot, even through the thick material, the pads of his fingers were calloused and rough, but the palm was soft. His left hand was so rigid, making a whirring noise. When you put your cheek to the artificial bicep it ticked pleasantly and you smiled, sighing and closing your eyes so you could concentrate on the joined sounds of Buckyâs heart and his prosthesis. In turn, Bucky held you gently, his metal fingers gentle on your back where he kept you snuggled in tight beside him.Â
You were faintly aware of the ongoing chatter across the room, but it had faded away into background static. Your soul focus was on the way two of Buckyâs eyebrow hairs stuck out from the others, the little patch of grey forming in his stubble, the dark fleck of colour in his iris, the way his mouth looked saying your name. Oh shit, heâs saying your name, say something back!Â
âUh huh, yeah, uhm - maybe?âÂ
He tipped his head to the side, bunny ears flopping over too, and came closer again. His hands on your cheeks. âIâll help you.â He leant forwards to rest his forehead against yours.Â
âWhatâya doing?â You tried to look at your forehead too but your eyes seemed to stop when they got to your eyelashes. Annoying.Â
âTelling you what Iâm thinking without saying it.âÂ
âOh, is it working?âÂ
âYou have to tell me that, silly!â
âI donât think itâs working,â you whispered, loudly, and Natasha groaned from the sofa closest to the kitchen.Â
âThese two are out, done, nothing more for them,â she declared, waving her glass of red wine.Â
A chorus of yes and agreed sounded from the remaining Avengers. Clint had already fallen asleep across one of the arm chairs, his beer dribbling onto his shirt from the neck of the bottle. Steve and Sam were deep in debate about the merits of Japanese whiskey over original scotch whisky and Tony was watching you both intently, his own glass of Glengoyne warming in his hand. The way the condensation formed under his fingers was fascinating, and you told Bucky as much, pulling him close to your cheek so you could get the same view.Â
 âI concur, what did you do to my PA, Barnes?â He raised an eyebrow. âYouâre a bad influence.âÂ
âSheâs not you PA, sheâs our PA. So sheâs ours to influence,â he returned, proudly.Â
Tony just continued to stare, pointedly, sipping his drink.
âWhat you gonna influence me to do, Buck?â You kicked your legs against the kitchen counter, a picture of innocence, and Tony laughed into his drink.Â
But Bucky looked at you very seriously, bent to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling the back of your neck, his leg between yours, muscular and firm despite the fluffy clothes.Â
âIâm gonna influence you to steal all of Starkâs M&Ms.â He tried to keep quiet but ended up choking out the end of his sentence around his own uncontrollable giggles.Â
âOh my god, you know he has me take the red ones out, says theyâre smug. I have so many red M&Ms in my flat.âÂ
âHey, thatâs supposed to be a secret!âÂ
âWanna eat all the red ones I brought with me?âÂ
Bucky helped you down from the counter and then across to the pantry where youâd stashed the huge bags of snacks and sweets when you first arrived. Despite Steveâs shouts of leaving some for everyone, you closed the door and sat down, ready to tuck in, wrappers and chocolate littering the floor while you dug about for your favourites. Bucky sat on the floor, encouraging you to sit between his legs, keeping his hands moving over the downy material of your onesie.Â
âOkay, Bambi, whatâve you got for me?âÂ
Before you could even attempt to feed him anything, Steve wrenched the door open, hands on his hips. âI think you need to sleep this one off, not eat more chocolate,â he insisted, waving at you both to get back up.Â
âNuh-uh, Steve, not leaving.â Bucky tightened his arms around your waist and nuzzled into the back of your neck. âYou smell like cake,â he exclaimed, happily, ignoring Steve.Â
âSam! Can you help me shift Bucky?!âÂ
âWhat about me?â You pouted, holding Buckyâs hands around your waist.Â
âYou need to go to bed as well.â Natasha extended her hand to yours in an effort to pull you off the floor, but Buckyâs grip was too strong.Â
Eventually, it took everyone to wrestle you away from Bucky and bundle you into your room. In the corridor, Bucky howled his anger, breaking out of his room to easily find you in yours.Â
âBambi! There you are! Those awful hunters took you!â he cooed, squishing your cheeks again and kissing your pouty lips. Deep down your brain registered that this was your first kiss with him, that the man who had been consuming your thoughts for months was actually kissing you, willingly, and had broken a door so he could get close enough to do so.Â
âBuh-kee, it was just Nat and Tony,â you drawled, your lips moving gently against his, reluctant to pull away.Â
âI know, but I didnât like it, wanna stay here with you.âÂ
Natasha, who was still trying to wrestle you into bed, gave up. âIf you two stay in here together, and stay out of trouble, I wonât say anything.â She pointed at you both, eyebrows slightly raised.Â
âPromise Iâll be good, Natty.â You fluttered your eyelashes at her dramatically, hoping to seem more trustworthy, but she just rolled her eyes. âFine, stay here.âÂ
And then you were alone.Â
You hesitated for a moment, watching the slow movement of Buckyâs face, fascinated by the way the muscles tightened minutely when he smiled.Â
âIâm going to kiss you again now,â he stated, so formal that you broke out into another fit of laughter which made you hiccup and grab for his chest to steady yourself.Â
He ignored you, bending his head and catching your lips with his, messy and rushed.Â
âYou taste real nice, you know?â Bucky licked across your lips again, swallowing your giggles.Â
âYou taste nice too, ate all my damn brownies.â With a long lick up his chocolate smeared cheek, you kissed him back, tangling your hands in his hair, trying to push the too hot, stuffy, fluffy, onesie off his shoulders.Â
Bucky shrugged, and sat back to push the material down to his hips. Your eyes followed the movements of his hands, the way each inch of muscle revealed itself and, suddenly, you were hungry again, lunging forwards to bury your face between his pecs. Starting at his sternum, you kissed further and further down, shoving him backwards so you could climb on top of him, nipping and kissing bruises in a slow trail towards the end of the zipper. With a twist of his wrist, his cock sprang free from its confines and you bent down to lick the pearlescent precum leaking from his tip.Â
âFuck, Bambi.â He dropped his head back, one hand gripping the pillows and the other cupping the back of your head while you licked the head like an ice cream. âIâm not gonna last if you keep doing that.âÂ
You sat back on your heels, letting your fingers dance up and down his cock. âFeels soft,â you observed, thoughtfully, âHard and soft at the same time, isnât that funny?âÂ
Bucky couldnât reply, he just laid back, watching the woman heâd pined after for months finally touch him the way heâd dreamed. It seemed surreal to be here, in your bed, with your hands all over his body like you owned it. Well, he thought, you did own it, you just didnât really understand that yet.Â
âI wanna touch you, too,â he insisted, âCan I?â His hands hovered over your clothes, so close to the zipper his fingertips brushed it when you breathed. You nodded and he lowered the metal slowly.Â
Everything seemed slow now, even his voice, mumbling against your skin when he kissed down your breasts and took your nipple into his mouth. When he bit down a little, you giggled, his fingers tickling your sides, until you were both laughing again, half in and half out of your onesies, brains full of cotton wool and lust and nerves.Â
âHey, hey.â You tugged on his hair until he looked up, resting his cheek on your belly. âCan I tell you a secret?âÂ
âYes, Iâm so good with secrets!â He crawled back over your body, lowering his face close to yours. âYou can whisper it or you can do it telepathically.âÂ
âIâm not telepathic, Bucky.âÂ
âSure, like this.â He dropped his forehead to yours. âI know all your secrets now.âÂ
âNo, you donât!â You shoved him, but he didnât move.Â
âI do!â
âTell me then.âÂ
His eyes roamed over your face, from your eyes to your lips as if he couldnât help it. âYou like me.âÂ
âEveryone likes you, Buck, you just think they donât.âÂ
âNo you like me, you want to step out with me, be my best girl.â He looked overjoyed to have revealed your secret before you could. âAm I right?â
âDonât be mean to me, Barnes.âÂ
âIâm not being mean, I read your mind.âÂ
âYou know what? Fuck off.â You shoved a second time, but he still didnât move.Â
âWanna read my mind? Iâll help.â His forehead met yours again, sweat beading along your hairline from the stress of being so clearly seen by the man youâd been fantasising about for months. Before you could protest that only he could read minds while high, he was kissing you again. Slow and steady, his tongue nudging your lips gently until you opened for him, throwing your arms around his neck and letting the feeling of petal soft kisses take over you.Â
He moved away only enough to take off his now too warm onesie, as well as your own, leaving you both naked and tangled together on the bed. He couldnât get enough of touching you, he felt buoyant, happy in a way that he hadnât for months, years, and he never wanted it to end. His fingers tingled when they touched you, though it was becoming harder and harder to stay in control.Â
âBucky, I want you,â you managed to squeak out between kisses, fumbling awkwardly between you both, hoping he understood.
"I want you too.â He nodded, bumping your heads together.Â
You wriggled beneath him, guiding him between your legs until he was buried inside of you.Â
âDamn it, Bambi, you feel soft everywhere.â His wide eyed expression made you smile.
âYouâre kinda soft too, Bucky.â This side of him was one youâd been dying to see, unguarded and playful.Â
He nuzzled your cheek and began to move, tentative at first and then faster. In your dreamy state, it was hard to know where you started and ended or how long youâd been locked together.Â
You moved as one, slow and steady, enjoying the feel of each otherâs warm skin and chocolate sweet kisses, breaking every now and again to stare at each other in awe.Â
Bucky seemed to sense your approaching release before you did, speeding up when you fluttered around him, the erratic movement of his hips driving you closer and closer to the edge of the bed until you both tumbled out. The pillows and sheets followed soon after, dropping on you in an avalanche of goose down and brushed cotton.Â
You both paused in shock, your giggles broken by your fall, but then he was pulling you back down on top of him and holding your hips steady.Â
âBucky, I wanna - I gotta -â Your hand drifted between you again to touch your sensitive clit, just a little more pressure and you could feel your orgasm building. The tightness of your pleasure started between your legs and radiated out to your toes, making them curl against the sheepskin rug beneath you.Â
Bucky followed after you, unable to control himself from the onslaught of sensation your clenching heat provided.Â
You woke the next day in a tangle of limbs and bedding, your back sore from sleeping on the floor all night and your brain fuzzy. Beside you, still with a smear of chocolate on his cheek, Bucky continued to sleep.Â
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Oml I love your writing, I just binged all the Sam fics! I saw you take requests for Harvey đ any chance for a âconfidential check up?â
Hello, dear anon!~ Thank you so much for both the compliment and request. This was my first time writing a full-blown Harvey fic - and I hope I did suffice :D
Thanks for your request, and thank you so much for your time and love! <3
á´/É´: as I said, this is my first time writing a Harvey fic and I am still sick, so I hope it will suffice!!
PS: I hid two Easter eggs this time. >:)
PPS: maybe 2,5, one being a slight nod at @sashiavi >:))
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A secret that you'd never share? Simple and carnal, your secret was. Primitive, even. You had only made the appointment with Doctor Harvey to finally wrap the man around your finger.
You had tried it fair and square at first, you seriously had! Coming by whenever he had time, bringing him little gifts you were sure he'd like; trying to engage him in conversation.
However, Harvey always seemed so busy, so professional. Telling you to take care and stay healthy and giving you advice on how you achieve just that. Always looking out for you, always gentle in his words and behavior. And by Yoba, it made you want to break him even more.
Also, what better way was there to implement your plan than to catch the little lamb where it felt the safest and most confident? Of course, it was a little unfair, pretending you needed his help and skills to treat an injury, but then again you did. Just not in the way Harvey would expect. He had loads of chances to get the hint, but nothing had worked. Not even when you had fished out the shortest skirt possible out of your closet and wore it with a top that left barely anything to one's imagination, accidentally falling on your knees right in front of Harvey, showing off those lace panties of yours. No, that hadn't worked either. Harvey had let out a gasp that made you believe you had finally done something to him, just to rush to your side and ask if you were okay. If you needed help, if you were dizzy. Fuck did you want to cry out that you were dizzy for him, his touch. Instead, you gave him a sweet smile, fluttering your lashes at him as you told him no, you were fine. But thank you so much, Harvey!
You had scrambled to your feet and made your way back to the farm with your head hanging, and that was the point you decided it would probably need to be all or nothing.
âSo, what brings you here today? Maru only noted that you requested to see me. I hope you didn't hurt yourself?â Harvey asked, scooting closer on his rolling chair. You were already propped up on the table, smiling sweetly at Harvey.
You had picked out an excellent outfit for the day, if you were allowed to say so. A blouse that was easy to open up and discard, and a skirt that seemed modest enough yet was nothing but of the mere purpose of covering up your lack of panties. And you were hurting. Terribly so, even. For him.
âNono, Doc. I just, you know. I've been feeling some kind of way. Under the weather, you might say.â You leaned forward a bit now, running your fingers through your hair before twirling a strand around your finger. You were met with a pair of green-brown eyes, so full of consideration and empathy. It made you want to just sit on his face and make him spill all of his care onto your sweet pussy until you could feel it in every part of your body.
âI see! And how does that show? Do you have a headache? Do you feel more tired than usual?â
So sweet and caring, Doctor Harvey. Too cute to not bite.
You let out a sigh as if you were contemplating, biting around on your lower lip. âNo, that's not it. I don't know how to describe it, it'sâŚembarrassing.â
The doctor looked up at you again, putting away his notepad now. He gave you a sweet, genuine smile. A hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Thereâs absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a safe, confidential space; nothing will leave these walls.â
Go on, little lamb. Step right into the trap.
You leaned back a bit, pushing out your chest now. âWell, it's my chest. It's been soâŚso tender lately.â
A hum. That's all you got. A hum. Or so you thought. Because if you looked closely, you could see more. His moustache was twitching as his eyes flickered down to your breasts. Harvey was a professional, though. He quickly cleared his throat, nodding at you.
âAlright, I will glad- I would be happy- let's take a look, shall we?â
It took a lot from you to not break out in a grin; having the man break out in a stutter like that? It definitely was a step forward.
âYes, please.â You needed to pretend to be innocent now - you didn't want to scare him away, after all.
Your fingers were quick to unbutton your shirt and your upper body was already bare before the doctor could even properly turn back to you. For a moment, his motions seemingly stuttered to a halt, his hands still clasped together from rubbing the disinfectant on them.
His moustache twitched again as he approached you, taking a seat on the chair again.
âAlright, my hands might be a little cold from the disinfectant, but I should be quick.â
Fuck, you hoped that he wouldn't be. You gave him a nod and what you hoped to be a shy smile, pushing your chest towards him a little.
And then, finallyâŚFucking finally you felt tender fingers on the soft skin of your breasts. It left you breathless for a moment, helpless as he traced the curves of your tits so expertly.
The moan falling from your lips really wasn't an accident, but Harvey, dear sweet Harvey, decided to let you off the hook. Ever the gentleman, wasn't he?
âDid that hurt?â He asked, his eyes flickering up to you, gently squeezing the flesh again. This time you looked straight into his eyes as you moaned, licking your lips. âNo, it justâŚtingles,â you grinned, eyes following Harvey's dropping hands with dismay.Â
âWell, I did not find any lumps or irritations that could explain the tenderness. Did any lifestyle changes happen? Or perhaps a new medication?âÂ
Pretending to be thinking, you swung your legs back and forth. One of your feet got in contact with his shin, slowly tracing upwards only to slide down again.
The manâs face was stoic, eyes trained on your face with a stern look.Â
Yet again, the twitching of his moustache betrayed him.
The thought that you hadn't responded yet reeled you in a little: âNoâŚWell. Maybe kind of? You knowâŚI've been having, well. Thoughts about someone. Thoughts about them touching me, wanting me,â you began, your foot wandering to his knee.
âCould that be it?â
A blush had spread on his cheeks now, and Yoba did you love to see it. He picked up the notepad and quickly jotted something down, then nodded.
âI assume that could be it-â
âAnd what do I do about it, Doctor? It hurts, after all.â
Immediately, his attention is back on you completely. âHurts? Where?â
A vague pointing to your body made Harvey's hand reach out, touching your stomach. âHere?â
You shook your head, letting your foot wander down again. âLower.â
His brows furrowed now and he let his hand slide towards your abdomen. âHere? Are they cramps?â
Again, you shook your head.
âLower.â
He was hesitating now, looking up at you with an uncertainty you had never seen before, and it felt like another small victory.
âCould youâŚuh. Point me to where it hurts?â
Click - the trap was snapping shut.
It didn't need many words; you opened up your legs without an ounce of hesitation, revealing your cunt, all wet and ready for the doctor. âThere.â
Harvey swallowed thickly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. Words that wouldn't have him lose his license. It wasn't like he hadn't seen genitals before - much more than one would expect from a small town like this - and he had never been affected. So why was his throat dry now? Why was his heart pounding like this?
âIt's getting like this whenever I see handsome men like you, what could that be?â
âItâs getting likeâŚwhat?â by now he was thankful that he was able to get some words out with his head feeling as light as it did right now.
âI dunnoâŚwet?â
His eyes went straight back to your pussy, staring at it. You were wet. And you looked delicious. But he was a doctor. A professional. He had done so much to be where he was right now!
âOh! ThatâŚuh. ThatâŚit- well. It stems from attraction. It's so..so sexual intercourse can happen more easily, you see. All natural. There's no need to worry at all.â
He was pulling back, this damn professional. Even though you could see that you were getting to him. âButâŚisn't there a remedy?â
Harvey wanted to just sink into the ground. His head still felt light, and he could feel his pants tighten - he had been mesmerized by you ever since you had introduced yourself. And of course, he had noticed your attempts to catch his attention - he wasn't stupid, after all. Yet Harvey had promised himself. Promised himself to not get too involved anymore. And now you were here. Exposed, and seemingly ready for him. So close but- he had to be strong. Be a doctor.
âWell, for oneâŚYou could do some self-care. Masturbation is quite healthy for the human body and mind.â
Like hell he'd recommend you to have sex with someone else, not even someone like him could be so professional. You called him handsome after all, for crying out loud!
âOh! AndâŚhow does that work?âÂ
Your patience was running thin now, but you felt like you were so close to having him where you wanted him, despite him being so oblivious. His face was motionless now as he stared at you, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was obviously looking for words.
âI-â
âCome on, Doctor Harvey. You're supposed to help me, aren't you?â You cooed, interrupting the clouding thoughts before they could really rain on him.
âBut- that is the thing. I am your Doctor-â
You didn't answer him right away, your hand wandering to your clit first, giving it a gentle flick.
âAnd what if you prescribed yourself to be my remedy? I think you're the only thing that can help me,â you moaned.
The groan coming from his direction certainly wasn't professional anymore. A hand, now warmer than before, settled on your thigh. âYou said it hurts here?âÂ
Before you could look where his finger was pointing you could feel the pad of it trace through your wet folds.Â
âExactly,â you breathed, spreading your legs a little further.Â
âI can't see much,â he murmured, his cock twitching painfully in his pants. âI'd need to clean you up first before I run some more tests...is that okay with you?â
The bobbing of your head was enough for Harvey to finally break down.
He leaned forward faster than he would have guessed from himself, his fingers spreading your folds, and by Yoba, you were wet. All the more reason to examine you closely, wasnât it? Keeping you healthy wasnât bad, after all. It was his job. And if that was what it took, he would oblige â for the sake of medicine, of course. Not because of his throbbing cock and the desperate need to taste you on his tongue; not because he was salivating from the thought alone.
His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth, a sliver of hesitation lingering in the air. He could see your hole contract when you thought him close, he could see the shivers making the muscles of your thighs twitch whenever his hot breath hit the wetness of your cunt, and yetâŚwasnât this wrong? Had he somehow taken advantage of you?
âHarvey, fuck, please?â A small rock of your hips followed your words. Urging him closer. He could smell you now, and holy life, did you smell good. Lured him right into taking a deep whiff, as if he didnât know he would get drunk on you immediately. Yet he did know and he willingly took another deep inhale. The impatient whine above him caused his eyes to flicker up to your face. You looked down at him, your lower lip tugged between your sets of pearly whites. No words needed to be spoken, and yet Harvey still followed your order.
His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth; eyes glued to your face. He wanted to see how you would react to that first contact, wanted to see if you felt as hot as he did right now. His pants were really straining against his aching erection, his zipper pressing against the shaft through his boxers. He was pretty sure those were wet too by now, with all the pre-cum he had been leaking. He finally pressed the muscle against your entrance, licking a flat, thick line upwards. And he took his time doing it; so much so that it had your toes curl and your thighs close in around his head. The brunet was quick to react, though, one hand holding your leg open, while the other busied itself with spreading open your pussy for his hungry tongue. His licking had become faster now, but precise enough to avoid your clit. He was, after all, only cleaning you up now, wasnât he? Still, that didnât mean that his hot tongue licking up whatever you gave him didnât make you moan for him. How long had you been thinking about this? Having Harvey between your legs, in any which way he would have offered? Too long. And now he finally had his head buried between your thighs, licking and sucking you up like a starved man offered a meal after ages of going hungry. His tongue licked up and down, from one side to the other, but he still ignored your hardening clit with apparently the same professionalism he had ignored your advances before.
He gave your lips a light suck, then sunk his tongue deep inside of you. A groan left his glistening lips, eyes shut tight while he lapped at your walls eagerly, trying to get as much of you as possible into his mouth. âHarvey, oh fuck, right there,â you breathed, hand flying in his hair to hold onto the strands between your fingers tightly, giving a tug that was harder than you had intended it to be. But that only seemed to spur the male on more, his face burying deeper, tongue and lips working in unison now. And by Yoba, he had never tasted anything this good; so sweet, soâŚyou; and you were addictive.
Your hips bucked upwards for him, if to grant him easier access or just because you couldnât keep them down anymore, you didnât know. You didnât really care, either. Harveyâs moustache rubbed against you in a way that made your head spin, his lips sucking on you while he circled his tongue within you made your whole body tense. Even when pussy-drunk he seemed incredibly precise, knowing just where to brush past, when to suck and when to lick.
 You werenât able to do much anymore, just hold onto his hair and wait for the sweet, sweet release to wash over you and in turn, Harveyâs tongue.
It was close; you could feel it in the ripple down your spine, in the way you clenched around him, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, too. You were dangerously close to the edge, and one well-placed flick would push you over. You were ready for it; the string of moans that left your lips were dirty, raw, carrying all the words you couldnât form anymore.
You awaited the feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, not to suddenly feel empty and cold after being engulfed in the warmth of his mouth. But Harvey was standing now, his face wet and his glasses fogged up from the heat that had reached the cool surface, and yet you knew that he was staring right at you. You opened your mouth, but you didnât trust your vocal cords just yet, so all you did was letting out a confused hum, to which the brunet in front of you smiled.
âYou are all clean now- I believe you are ready for further tests.â
Fuck, you were. More than that. By now, you really felt an ache in your body, and the only remedy was there, right in front of you, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. His hands were shaking, enough so for you to lean forward, popping the button open for him. The doctor let out an awkward laugh, moustache twitching from the embarrassed rumble that went through him. âSorry,â he whispered but quickly switched gears when you pressed a kiss to his lips. The taste of you mixed with his spit made you whimper, the appetite for him only growing within you. You wanted to help him tug down his boxers as well, but instead of fabric, you were met with the soft skin that had been hidden beneath until now. Your throat went dry; you just had to pull away and look at him. He was big, tip coated in a layer of pre-cum, his shaft girthy.
âHarvey, please,â you stammered, leaning back on the table so he could lean over you more easily.
The brunet followed you like a well-behaved lamb, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, slowly pushing forward. The stretch the head of his penis caused made your eyes roll back, excitement for the rest of his girth stretching you bubbling inside of you.
Harvey, ever the gentleman, took it slow. Rutting inside of you, centimetre after centimetre, eyes fixed on your face for any signs of pain and discomfort. He brushed your hair to the side to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were for him, and holy Yoba, did he ever feel anything like this before?
You had to admit, at first, the stretch did hurt a little, but with both him being so tender with you, so gentle, the pain quickly turned into a cloud of lust and despair. You wanted him, and you werenât afraid to show him anymore. âHarvey, oh, for fuckâs sake, fuck me.â
A twitch, and then a shove that made him bottom out inside of you. A groan from him bled into the moan that tore from you, but that didnât make Harvey pause. Not anymore.
His thrusts were shaky, unsure at first. He was just so adorable, wasnât he? His eyes searched yours as if to ask for approval, as if to make sure he was doing this right, and it made your heart swell within your chest.
âYou are so good to me, Harv,â you whispered, shamelessly letting your moans slip for him. The brunetâs eyes lit up, and he pushed his hips forward faster, more eagerly now.
Smiling to yourself, you let your head lull back. Harveyâs dick felt so good within you, filling you out with clumsy thrusts that steadied the more confidence he felt. Your back arched in as the brunet found a rhythm that seemingly fitted both your tastes; fast strokes that reached deep within you. The little grunts that left his slightly swollen hips only added fuel to the fire, only made you want him more.
Your legs hooked around his soft hips as he fucked into you with quick thrusts, body working with him to get him to go harder, more ruthless. Lucky for you, Harvey was a quick learner. Dick now fucking into you harder, red tip still pounding as deep as he could go.
The manâs face was a mix of pleasure and astonishment as if he wasnât able to believe this was really happening to him. You just felt so damn good around him, walls clinging to his hot cock, sucking him off with each thrust. If he had a say in it, he would have never left your sweet pussy again, keeping his dick buried inside of you, thrusting into you whenever he deemed fit.
The moans and whines of his name that filled the examination room made his vision blur; his balls incredibly tight all of a sudden.
âHarveeey,â you gasped out, your hand reaching for his in an attempt to hold onto something again, fingers gently brushing along his knuckles before intertwining. The brunet above you was panting now, his hips never stilling as he fucked into you. His eyes, however, werenât focused on your face anymore; they had fallen onto your tits that were bouncing oh so nicely for him with each of his thrusts. He just couldnât help himself; it was too tempting â his head dipped down, teeth catching one of your pretty pink nipples, nibbling on it just to suck it into his mouth moments later.
You could feel the feeling start to grow inside of you again, your orgasm approaching you, even though you didnât want this to stop yet. You didnât want this to end just now, now that he was filling you up so perfectly, cock sliding against your squishy walls with such ease; you didnât want his balls slapping against your wet cunt to stop just yet, you wanted, no, needed, more.
As if hearing your thoughts, Harvey picked up his pace just a little more, his mouth switching to the other nipple to pay it the same amount of attention. The squelching sound of the wetness between your legs was to die for, just like the feeling of his orgasm hot in his veins.
You just felt so deliciously good, better than any neat whiskey ever could have, and it made him go crazy. He felt hot, he felt like he was just about close enough to heaven to feel it, but not quite there. The bucking of his hips grew more desperate as he chased his orgasm, going hard and deep inside of you while his mouth busied itself leaving hickeys on your bouncing tits. The insecurity from before had vanished, and the groans, the begs, the whines, the praise, all coming from you was enough to keep it away.
âHarvey, I am- fuck, I am so close-â
He would have answered, had he been able to. But he had basically gone mute, aside from the whimpers and groans, as well as high-pitched moans that dared to tumble from his tongue. Instead, he just nodded at you and did his best to pick up the pace some more. It was just so hard with you sucking around him so nicely, drooling all over his dick. So hard to focus when he could feel you shake beneath him, making his body ache for the final push.
The bite to your tit he gave you, combined with his deepest thrust yet was enough for you. You squeezed his hand tightly, your toes curling and your back arching in as finally allowed the release to flow over you. You cried out his name, your sweet, pretty cunt spasming around poor Harvey, who was, admittedly, both absolutely pussy-drunk and empty-minded.
His breathing now came in forceful, laboured pushes, and if he had ever heard a patient breathe like that, he would have sent them straight to bed and run endless tests on them. But this â this was nothing but the sheer hunger for one person.
He suddenly slammed forward once more, his back arching in as he moaned out your name loudly, penis twitching as he came inside of you, cum painting your walls white. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to not lose focus, his mouth hanging open as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs were quivering with each thrust that sent shocks up your spine from the overstimulation that slowly started to nag at you.
Panting, the brunet tried to keep himself from crashing down on top of you, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes were still hazy as they took in your fucked-out expression. You looked ruined but also completelyâŚsatisfied.
Your hand was still shaky as you reached up to let it run down his flushed cheek, a smile on your lips. âThat definitely helped, Harv,â you whispered, voice slightly more hoarse than it had been that morning.
Harvey cleared his throat, and after a moment or maybe two â maybe also three, he just felt so good inside of you â pulled out of you, shaky legs carrying him over to the sink where he wettened some paper towels to clean you up.
âI am glad I was able to help.â
Disappointment settled in your stomach. Was that it? Did he just go back to his professional self like the table beneath you wasnât drenched in your wetness and his cum?
âBut I need to run a few more tests. I think home visits would be best; Iâd need different surfaces and times.â
Click. Two lambs had fallen for the trap
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