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delugyu · 5 months ago

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not that same og anon but *i* am ovulating right now and i think if pt3 never sees the light of day i *will* cry

here u go bae!! each of these parts are just gonna get longer and longer until it’s ridiculous to call it a drabble 😭

part one / part two / part three

(wc: 4.7k / warnings: searing hot jealousy, possessiveness, corruption kink, oral (f rec.), lots of heavy petting, marking, grinding, overstimulation, cumming in pants yayyy)

when beomgyu sees taehyun’s caller id on his phone, he almost doesn’t pick up. he knows that would be awful, though, and that maybe he shouldn’t ruin one of his closest friendships over you, so he puts his pride aside and accepts the call. it doesn’t make it any easier to listen to taehyun’s voice, though.

he’s zoning out, just letting taehyun ramble without really processing his words, until he hears him say your name. his full attention snaps to taehyun’s words, suddenly completely interested in whatever he has to say.

it sounds a lot like taehyun’s bragging. he’s going on and on about this light festival he took you to last night, how much you loved it, how you just adored your time there.

beomgyu might be a maniac. he’s scared of how bad his urge is to fight taehyun, all because he got a little too hung up on you. taehyun probably has no clue you were with beomgyu just a few days ago, that you had his dick in your mouth, that you swallowed his cum and behaved so well for him. he wonders if that would piss taehyun off. he wants to do a hell of a lot more that would piss him off, too.

it’s when taehyun tells him that he kissed you for the first time yesterday that beomgyu decides he’s had enough. he really doesn’t need or want to listen to this shit. there’s an ugly and confusing feeling sprouting in his chest that he doesn’t care to foster any longer, so beomgyu makes up some excuse and tells taehyun he has to go.

he hangs up and puts his phone down on the table with more force than necessary, holding his head in his hands. he lets out a heavy sigh as he tries to summon tranquility back to him, willing away the bitter jealousy that made itself way too comfortable inside of him.

beomgyu’s not even a jealous person. he doesn’t even care. it’s your life—if you want to go make heart eyes at taehyun all day, then you can go on your merry way and do just that. it doesn’t concern him at all, seriously.

he thinks about taehyun stealing your lips for a quick kiss, and he tells himself that it only makes him feel sick because taehyun’s his friend, and thinking about your friend kissing anyone is gross. but he didn’t care when it was taehyun kissing mina. he didn’t care when it was yujin, or chaewon, or minji. he only cares cause it’s you.

you haven’t even talked to beomgyu since you left him that day. he’s been stuck replaying memories of his tongue inside your mouth, your hands on his body, your legs shaking with pleasure, your little gasps and whimpers as you came with your fingers over your cunt. he’s been dying here, and you haven’t reached out once.

it’s not like you guys talked that much before this, but he figured that maybe you’d care a little more now. he wants you to ask him to spend time with you, wants to hear your voice and touch your skin. he wants you to want him half as bad as he wants you. if he’s being really honest, he wants you to need him more than he needs you.

he pictures you in tears, clawing at your clothes, shoving your hand between your thighs as his name falls from your lips. you’d be a desperate little thing, waiting impatiently for beomgyu to come save you with his gentle touch on your bare skin. only he’d be able to give you what you need. no other man—and certainly not taehyun—would be able to satisfy you enough.

you prove yourself yet again to be the thief of his sanity, because he finds himself staring at your contact profile, thinking of what to say if he calls you. do you want to come over? ugh, no, that’s so sleazy. what are you doing? let’s hang out right now. that’s one way to make himself sound desperate. he doesn’t want to stoop quite that low.

his fantasies of you are just going to get worse and torment him more if he doesn’t grow a pair and call you. maybe he could do something productive with all this pent up energy instead. go to the gym, hang with some friends, get some work done…

his leg bounces rapidly as his phone rings, waiting for you to pick up. to hell with productivity, you’re more important.

“hello?” the second your voice reaches beomgyu’s ears, his cock throbs in his pants. you’ve got him conditioned like some animal. he doesn’t have it in him to feel humiliated by that, but he knows he should be.

when your name spills from beomgyu’s lips, it sounds absurdly close to something like a moan. he holds his head in his hands, exhausted and frustrated, unable to take this anymore. it’s disgusting how much of beomgyu’s energy is being used toward not fisting his cock right now. just knowing you're on the other end is enough to get him going. fuck, he hopes you’re all hot and bothered too.

“are you doing anything right now?” beomgyu asks. he knows you’re smart enough to understand why he’s asking. he shouldn’t have to elaborate.

“not really,” you answer. he hears you shuffling around—you must be getting ready to head out. he likes to think that you’re just as excited and ready to jump at the opportunity to be with him as he is with you. “why?” you ask.

are you serious? he’s not going to spell it out for you. “you know why,” he says. he can’t sit still now, itching to get his hands on you. he paces around his apartment and convinces himself you’ll be here soon.

“i can’t,” you say, and it makes beomgyu freeze. “i’m going to see taehyun tonight.”

beomgyu’s quiet as he processes your words. this is probably some test from the universe to see how good of a person he is. he should laugh it off and tell you to go have fun, but seriously? you fucking saw taehyun yesterday! it’s been days since beomgyu last saw you! so no, beomgyu’s not going to be a good person. the universe can condemn him to however many eternities in hell it pleases. he’ll take his twenty minutes with you.

“don’t,” he urges. “don’t see him. come here tonight instead.” you wouldn’t have half as much fun with taehyun as you would with him, beomgyu knows it. he’s got so much to show you. frankly, at this point it’s going to ruin his pride if you choose taehyun again.

“i just texted him though.”

“i don’t care. please come here.” he’s reduced to having to beg for you again.

you sigh. you must be contemplating it. beomgyu worries for a second that he’s going to have a heart attack if you say no.

“alright. this is the only time i’m cancelling plans for you, though.” beomgyu feels his soul return to his body. god, he needs you to hurry up and get here.

the minutes spent waiting for you might as well have been hours. his dick is fully hard just from the anticipation of getting you to himself again, of being able to touch you in ways no one else has. the moment he hears you open the door to his place, he’s bolting to you and getting his fix. you barely even get to shut the door behind you before he’s on you like some fiend. he’s got no time to waste.

you look surprised when he captures your face in his hands, kissing you so hard that your body’s forced back against the door. he sucks at your lips like it will be enough to erase taehyun’s traces from them, to replace any memory of what his lips felt like on yours. you moan into beomgyu’s mouth, and it only makes his wanting worse.

“fuck,” he growls out, pulling away only long enough to talk. he kisses you again quickly. “i need you right now. i need you all the time.” he dives right back in, coaxing your lips open and forcing his tongue inside. he wants to burn his name inside your mouth and keep anyone else from kissing you again.

he’s not in control of himself, letting his instincts take over and throwing rationale to the wind. he leaves one hand on your jaw to keep your mouth open and pliant while the other travels down to squeeze your hip and run wildly across your thigh. you’re wearing another one of those stupidly short skirts, giving him the easiest access to your core. it’s like you wanted this just as badly as him. the thought makes his lips tilt up in amusement.

you jump when beomgyu’s hand cups your core over your panties, pressing his fingertips against you needily. “gyu..!” you sound scandalized, like he’s taking things further than you expected, like you didn’t know he’s been dying to feel your cunt in his hands. you must be lying to yourself if you really think that. beomgyu’s been making his intentions more than clear.

you bring your hand to his wrist, holding it but not pulling it away. beomgyu takes that as a sign to keep going, continuing to rub against your clothed folds. he brings his mouth to your jaw, sucking the skin and trailing his lips down to your neck. he’s been waiting for so long to feel your pussy, even just touching you through your panties is getting him lightheaded.

you’d think he’s a sick freak if you knew how much he thought about you. you’d run away if you found out what kinds of things he fantasized about when he can’t fall asleep at night. he’d try everything, play around with your body as he pleases, work you past your breaking point, leave you ruined for anyone else forever—anything he could possibly do, he wants to.

his tongue laves over your skin as he pants into your neck. he has to keep himself from rutting against your thigh, getting too heady at the feeling of finally touching you. he’s been so patient. he’ll show you everything, you’ll never want to leave his side again. he’ll turn you into something more desperate than himself, make sure you’re the one left haunted and longing. the idea of it all makes him whimper, dick aching in his pants.

he wants to see your knees buckle, wants to watch your eyes get glossy and wet. he wants you trembling and begging for mercy, wants to give you more and more because he knows that you’ll be good and take it. he’s sick, he can’t help it, you did this to him.

he feels your panties dampen up, and some evil sense of satisfaction hits him knowing that he did this to you. you cancelled your plans with taehyun to get your virgin pussy played with by him. something like a power rush gets to him, and it makes him want to wreck you all the more.

“how is it, baby?” he asks, smiling meanly at you because he knows you can’t give a proper response. he presses down on your clit, watching your mouth drop open as he swipes it fervently, needing to get you dripping and ready. he steals your lips for another kiss, letting you pant into his mouth as he takes everything he wants from you.

he holds your hip still when your legs start getting unsteady. he thinks it’s so cute how you’re already wobbling—you really are that inexperienced. it’s so entertaining to watch you fall apart over something so simple. he wishes taehyun could see you now, getting beomgyu’s hand all wet and giving him all your little gasps and mewls.

he wants to rip his hand away and watch you cry, but he thinks that might be too mean. he’s got something better to show you, though. he can’t rip his hands or lips off of you as he walks you into his room, coaxing you down against his bed until he’s hovering over you.

he’s reminded of the last time you two were in this position, when you left him to go straight to taehyun. did he know that you were just with beomgyu that night? that your hand was wrapped around his dick, that you were so eager to milk him dry? he’ll make sure you don’t head straight to taehyun again.

he holds your legs open, staring at your center with a wicked grin. your skirt is useless—it covers nothing when you’re spread out like this, soaked panties on full display. he wants those as a keepsake. he might be able to pocket them if he’s discrete and you’re delirious enough.

his stomach is in knots, he almost can’t believe this. he feels the way your legs keep shaking in his hands, and he knows you must be feeling so needy. you don’t even know what to do with yourself. your hips roll up, trying to seek pleasure that isn’t there, and it almost makes him want to keep you like this until you go crazy. it wouldn’t take long, you’re already whimpering and whining like you can’t handle a minute without his touch.

“let me go down on you,” beomgyu says, dropping his head between your thighs. he kisses up your leg until he gets to your core, ghosting his lips over your heat and blinking up at you. you’re holding yourself up on your elbows so you can stare at him, and he smiles up at you reassuringly when he sees how unsure you look.

he eases his hands up and down your thighs, calming your nerves. he has to remember that this is all so new to you. as much as he wants to go wild and do everything the way he wants, he needs to make sure you’re comfortable. he wants you to be all in on this too.

“how does it feel?” you ask, something in your voice sounding a little shaky. “i mean, i just heard from my friends that it’s not even… that good. for a girl, anyway.”

beomgyu laughs at your nervous rambling. he gives a gentle kiss to your thigh again and rubs his thumbs soothingly across your skin. “it will feel good,” he says.

you look away meekly. it’s sweet how shy you get, but beomgyu is very needy and wants your attention back on him. he kisses your clothed cunt just barely, so lightly that he’s not even sure you feel it. your eyes are back on him, though, so he supposes it worked. he runs his finger gently over your folds, waiting for you to tell him to go further.

“wouldn’t it be wrong?” you ask. your body jolts a bit when he applies some pressure to your clit.

“why?” beomgyu doesn’t see why you think it’s fine to give him head, but he can’t do the same for you.

“cause of taehyun,” you answer, voice dying out at the end. any sort of amusement leaves beomgyu in a heartbeat.

“he’d probably care a hell of a lot more if he found out about you sucking my dick and jerking me off.” his fingers get a little angrier against your cunt, dipping down to push at your entrance through your panties. your eyes widen, thighs clamping shut. all it does is trap his hand right where it is, though.

“t-that was cause i was learning!” you defend. beomgyu draws his hand back and studies your face. he’s trying to see if you really don’t want this or if you’re just being difficult.

“so why’d you come over then?” he asks.

that seems to shut you up. you stare at him all guilty, no answer even attempting to leave your lips.

“that’s what i thought,” beomgyu continues, hand creeping back up your thigh. “will you let me eat you out now?”

your thighs stay pressed together, and beomgyu thinks it’s so cute. you must be embarrassed now. he feels a little bad for you.

“i’m sorry,” he says, a gentle hand on your shoulder guiding you to lay flat against the mattress. “i’m sorry, that was mean.” he pecks your cheek in apology, then looks back at you with a smile. he peppers a few more kisses across your face for good measure.

beomgyu grins when you open your legs back up a little, making room for him. he steals a quick kiss from you before descending down your body, stopping every now and then to nibble at your collarbone, push up your shirt and lick at your waist, suck a mark into your thigh.

his hands sneak under your skirt to find the hem of your panties, tugging at them slightly. “can i take this off?” he asks, watching you blink sweetly at him. you nod eagerly, and it makes his heart skip a beat for some reason.

he peels your panties off slowly, but it feels more like he’s teasing himself than he is you. his head is spinning as soon as he sees your cunt, hands forcing your legs further apart so he can get a better view. he’s salivating like a dog, abandoning all his patience and smothering his face between your legs without a care in the world.

he’s already thrusting against the mattress, he can’t help himself, he doesn’t care how pathetic it is. his tongue is desperate as it works over you, slobbering over your cunt as you writhe and squeal beneath him. he keeps a strong grip on your thighs, not letting you dare try to close them even a little. you’re gasping and lacing your fingers in his hair, motivating him with every little tug you deliver.

“you’re going—nngh, gyu! fuck! going really fast..!” you cry out. he feels how much you’re shaking already, even your hand is unsteady against his scalp. it just turns him on so much fucking more, though. he needs to see you ruined, see how far he can push you.

his tongue pushes into your tight little hole, and his eyes almost roll back from how much resistance he’s met with. fuck, you really are inexperienced. he can’t imagine how he’ll even fit his fingers in there, let alone his dick.

his nose is right against your clit as he fucks his tongue into you. you’re moaning out much whinier than he’s heard from you before, and it does crazy things to him. he wants to fuck you so bad. he’d ram his dick into you, relentless and mean, and you’d take it so well because you’re so wet and so good to him.

he has to make you cum, he needs to feel you fall apart over his tongue. shit—you’ve never even had a guy make you cum before, he’s gonna be the first. the thought fuels him further, doubling his efforts, fingers digging into your skin to keep you still. he feels your walls start clenching down on his tongue, and he wonders how much more it will take before you’re spasming wildly around him.

he pushes his face further against you, desperate to get as close as he possibly can, reach as far into your cunt as his tongue will allow. he needs this more than he needs air, aching to finally taste your orgasm after days of longing for it.

“oh my god, gyu—gyu! i’m..!” you can’t even form coherent sentences, and your words are barely decipherable with how high pitched and whiny they are. you're putting up a hell of a fight against his hold on your thighs, but he doesn’t give. he moans into your pussy once he feels your cunt clamp down on his tongue like a vice, trapping him in so all he can do is curl his tongue up inside you. you’re squirming beneath him, sounding so beautiful and pathetic that he almost cums in his pants.

he only stops once you’re pulling hard at his hair, forcing his head off of you before he can overstimulate you any more. he pulls away panting, catching his breath and licking his lips, staring at your cunt like he’s entranced. the way your arousal still leaks from your entrance is teasing him, making his brain get all foggy.

he has to pull himself away before he gets too ahead of himself and dives into you again. he hovers over your, smiling at how fucked out you look. pride fills his chest knowing that he did this to you. your hand falls onto his shoulder, trailing up his neck and landing on his jaw, cupping his face gently. he decides to kiss you then, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you must have used up a lot of energy when you came, cause your lips move against his much slower than before.

beomgyu’s still just as needy, though, dick throbbing almost painfully in his pants as he grinds against your thigh. he wishes he had some shame, but that left him the moment you let him take off your panties. he pulls away from your mouth to suck your neck instead, unable to control himself, barely able to cling onto reality right now at all.

“not too hard, don’t mark me there,” you say, trying to pull his face away. he doesn’t even really register your words, too far off in his own world in which you’re some pretty little virgin lying on his bed waiting for him to fuck you.

he just wants to get you all cute and bruised, purple hues all over your body from his mouth or his fingers gripping you tight. you’d never be able to go back to taehyun like that. you’d have to stay right here with beomgyu, be his pretty little toy to use whenever he wants to get you wet and pliant.

you successfully tug him off of you when you pull his hair particularly hard. he pouts at you, finally coming back to reality as he watches your eyes dart across his face. he wonders what you must be searching for.

“how was it?” he asks.

“really good,” you say with an innocent smile that doesn’t match the situation.

“told you,” he laughs, tugging you up and moving you around until you’re sitting in his lap, your back to his chest.

“what are you doing?” you look over your shoulder, eyes big and shiny, and it’s almost like you’re tempting him to kiss you again. he rolls his hips up and grinds against your ass, pulling a gasp from you.

“can’t i get off too?” he asks with a grin, guiding your head back to lean against his shoulder, wanting you to get comfortable. his hands smooth up your thighs and stop at your hips, holding you tight there to keep you in place while he thrusts against you.

he’s obsessed with this, could stay in this moment forever with you. some domestic feeling comes over him, something that urges him to keep you happy, keep you feeling like this all the time. his hands get greedy on your thighs, drawing closer and closer to your core, wanting to feel your heat once again.

he brings a gentle hand to your center, spreading your folds and collecting your arousal. you sigh dreamily, tucking your face into his neck. he feels your lashes flutter as your eyes close, and he wants nothing more than to please you again. he brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing soft circles there, carefully watching your face.

you look so peaceful like this. his heart is aching now and he doesn’t know why. you’re painfully beautiful. why can’t this last forever?

he wraps an arm around your waist, pressing you right into him so he can grind against you deliciously. he moans at the feeling, hastening his pace as he chases his high with more determination. his fingers tease your entrance, wondering what you’d do if he just pushed in a little, only up to his first knuckle. he doesn’t, though, because he wants you to trust him.

“a-are you close?” you ask, hand reaching blindly behind you until it tangles in his hair. he pecks your nose, finding you awfully cute like this.

“yeah. are you?” he returns his attention to your clit, rubbing a little more wildly now. you let out a strangled moan as you nod. he watches your stomach clench and your hips roll. he’s so greedy; he wants to pull away just to keep you here a little longer. anything to keep you from leaving.

his hips work harder against you, blinded by the need to make you his and take you from anyone else. you're twitching uncontrollably, and he realizes that you’re cumming again, which satisfies him so much that he crashes right into his own orgasm. his arm fastens around you tighter, pressing himself as close to you as he can while his seed spills out of his cock.

“so good, so good,” he babbles, fingers flying over your clit, not listening to your protests and whines. he can’t let you go. he doesn’t want this to end.

“too much!” you gasp out, body defenseless to his ministrations. he hushes you with a kiss to your forehead.

“don’t leave yet,” he begs. “there’s still more i wanna do.” he’s selfish, he won’t hide it. he’ll wear his desperation on his sleeve now if that’s what will work.

“gyu!” he doesn’t even know if you’re registering his words. you might be too busy running away from the next orgasm he’s trying to bring you to. he feels how you keep getting wetter—you’re soaking his hand, dripping down your thighs.

“could show you so much,” he rambles, letting his mouth run wild. “i have some vibes we could use. those feel nice, you’d like those. i could get my fingers in you, stretch you out. whatever you want.”

you’re a mess of moans, and your body’s trembling more than he’s ever felt before. you must be getting close again.

“could teach you how to take dick,” he says into your ear, grinning when he feels you shudder. his fingers continue to rub recklessly at your pussy. he doesn’t care about being sweet or gentle or slow—he wants you to be blinded by your need for him, to ache for him so bad you’d shed tears.

“ah, fuck—i’m cumming!” you moan, body going limp as you finally succumb to the feeling. beomgyu feels so proud.

“good job, fuck, just like that. what a good pussy, so perfect,” he praises, words falling past his lips without a thought in the world. he wonders if you’ll be worn down enough to spend the night with him. that’s much more than he should be asking for, but he wants it just as badly as anything else he wants from you.

he finally lets up once you come down, smoothing your skirt back into place. you look so tired as your chest heaves, getting your breathing back to normal. he thinks you’re pretty like this, too.

“do you wanna sleep here?” beomgyu offers, testing his luck. he’s summoning any spirit that wants to be on his side today, chanting prayers in his head that you’ll give in without him having to beg.

you blink up at him slowly. god, you’re already falling asleep. he’s not letting you walk back home like this.

“i shouldn’t…” you say, but you’re already lying back against his mattress. he grins at you and pulls a blanket over your body.

“yeah, you shouldn’t,” he teases. your eyes flutter shut, and he almost wants to take a picture of this. “i’ll get you some water,” he says quietly, walking out of the room to do just that.

he comes back to your sleeping figure, slow breaths filling the room as he places your cup on his nightstand. he might have to buy some lottery tickets tomorrow, he’s feeling insanely lucky.

he changes out of his soiled boxers and sweatpants, quickly throwing on new ones so he can hurry up and lay with you. before he can get in bed beside you, he spots your panties on the floor. he looks back at you, making sure you’re asleep before bending down and swiping them up. he wonders if you’ll believe him tomorrow morning when he says you must’ve lost them.

this is unedited so plz excuse any errors lmfao

#txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt smut #beomgyu smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu hard hours #delugyu drabbles

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steddie-as-they-come · 2 years ago

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Steve's pinning his polaroids up on his wall when his new roommate walks in.

Steve's immediate thought is oh, I'm gonna hate this guy.

Shaggy hair, leather jacket, rings glinting off his fingers, electric guitar slung over his back. Hot as hell, but compared to Steve's polos and perfectly coiffed hair, they could not be more different.

The guy looks like he had the same thought. His shoulders slump as he takes in Steve's appearance.

A man comes in behind his roommate, toting a suitcase full of clothes. "Oh, are you Eddie's roommate?" he says to Steve, who shakes himself out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I am." he says politely. "I'm Steve Harrington."

The man sets down the suitcase. "Wayne Munson." he offers, shaking Steve's hand. "I'm Eddie's uncle."

He nudges Eddie forward, who lets out an almost inaudible groan. "Eddie." he says snippily, shaking Steve's hand.

This'll be a fun year, Steve thinks.

They don't talk. Steve didn't think he was going to be best friends with whoever he got saddled with, but he thought they could at least be civil to each other. Their room is split down the middle. Eddie's half is absolutely covered in posters and music and cutouts of magazines. Steve's is...almost as blank as his room back home.

He misses the shitheads.

No one can ever tell them that. They'll get even more insufferable.

Once or twice, when Steve comes back from a class, he'll catch Eddie peering at Steve's pictures, but he’ll jump away before Steve can call him out on it. It's awful. Steve misses Robin.

It takes him a horribly long amount of time to stop flinching awake at every little sound. He'd stored his nailbat under his bed, out of sight of Eddie, but every time someone yells in the hallway or shouts in the room next door, Steve startles awake, already grabbing his bat. Luckily, Eddie sleeps like the dead, because Steve's not sure he'd be able to explain the weapon without breaking his NDA.

It's three A.M., early November, when there's a knock on their door. Steve isn't asleep yet, so he stands and answers it.

Eight people pile in, talking in hushed whispers. They slam into him, knocking him over.

In the middle of the hug, Steve counts his kids. It's Dustin, nestled against his side, then Lucas, El, and Will under his arm, Max draped over his back, Erica leaning into his shoulder, and Mike on the very outskirts of the group. He pulls them all in tighter, and they all yelp and squawk at him.

"Let us go, Steve!" Erica says, annoyed.

"Nope." Steve says. "You came to find me at three in the morning, you can tolerate a hug."

"Shoo, move." another voice says, and all the kids part like the sea. Robin pushes her way through the group and hugs him tightly. "I don't know how you do it." she says to Steve. "Driving all these nerds around, it's exhausting."

He buries his face in her hair. "Missed you, Robbie." he mumbles.

She leans her head against his. "Missed you too, dingus."

Steve pulls back. "You got your license!"

"I did!" Robin jingles her keys happily.

Eddie sits up, and everyone in the room freezes. "Wha's happenin'?" he slurs sleepily. Then he registers all the people in the room. "Whoa, what the fuck?"

Steve stands up, brushing himself off. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't know they were coming." He shoots a glare at the group, who looks appropriately cowed. Minus Dustin. Steve can now see whose idea this was.

Eddie swings out of bed. "No, it's- wait, are these the kids from your polaroids?"

"Yeah," Steve says. "Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Erica, and this is my best friend Robin."

"Awww, you have polaroids of us?" Max teases over his shoulder. "That's sweet."

Steve reaches behind him and tussles her hair, shoving her gently. "Shut up, shithead."

"Your room is cool." Mike says. "Not Steve's side. But this part is cool!"

Steve glares at Mike, but Eddie grins big. "Thanks! I'm Eddie Munson." He shakes Mike's hand.

"Is that a DnD poster?" Will says. "That's amazing!"

"It certainly is!" Eddie says. "I used to DM back in high school. Played a bit too."

The nerdier section of the group reacts appropriately, oohing and ahhing, while Max and Erica just roll their eyes and nudge each other.

Steve hesitates. “I know these guys don’t really do anything on Saturday afternoons, and I think they’ve been wanting to start another campaign. Would you mind if they come up, maybe every weekend, and you can…” he doesn’t know enough about DnD “…run a game for them?”

Eddie looks amused. “You mean DM a campaign?”

“Yeah, that.” It’s an olive branch that Steve’s offering.

Eddie takes it. “Well, how can I turn that down? Sheepies of the Harrington flock, how would you like to join a new campaign?”

“I’ll keep the rest of you occupied,” Steve mutters as the guys (and El) start talking excitedly. “Max, Rob, you guys wanna find the closest arcade and set some new high scores?”

“Only one person will be setting high scores.” Max says, gesturing to herself, but she looks excited at the prospect.

Steve lets Eddie and the kids talk for a couple more minutes, then claps his hands. “Okay, it is three in the morning and I have a nine A.M. class tomorrow SO! I have enough blankets for all of you to sleep on the floor if Eddie doesn’t mind-“ Eddie shrugs. “Or Rob can drive you back home.”

Steve looks around and Robin is already in his bed, cuddled up like the blanket hog she is. “Okay, well, sleepover here it is then.”

He whisks out his ungodly amount of throw blankets (courtesy of Joyce’s knitting spree) and the kids get together in their usual movie-night-at-Steve’s cuddle position.

Will’s got his head on Mike’s shoulder, Lucas next to Mike, Max leaning on Lucas, El’s head in Max’s lap and her legs thrown over Dustin’s lap, and Erica with her back against Dustin’s shoulder. Sometimes Robin and Steve are wedged into the pile somewhere, but just as often they’re tangled up under six different blankets across the room, which is why Steve whispers “Scoot over, dumbass,” as he climbs into bed next to Robin.

Eddie watches them assume their positions with an expression of what could be awe on his face. “When I saw those pictures,” he whispered, “I thought they were like your siblings? Or maybe old pictures of your friends. I didn’t think you were a soccer mom.”

Steve glares at him, but unlike earlier in the year, there’s no heat behind it. “Hope you like coparenting then, because these guys need to be watched 24/7 or they’ll run off and start the apocalypse.”

Eddie laughs like it’s a joke. To him it is. He hops back into bed. “Goodnight, weird little family.”

The kids murmur a collective sleepy goodnight, and Steve shuts his eyes.

It’s the most relaxed he’s felt since he moved in.

part two!

#based on the running joke between me and my roommate that my robotics kids are gonna break into my dorm room #one of them just got his license and im now even more worried #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #college au #pre relationship

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soppingwethog · 28 days ago

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Not A Perfume by Juliette Has A Gun

I am terribly sorry. I don’t mean to take up too much of your time, but I do believe that providing a thoughtful, careful review of this fragrance is required to do it justice. As such, it feels necessary that I give a little bit of background information concerning my first experience with this particular perfume. I hope you can forgive me.

About six hundred minutes ago, I found myself waiting in an exceptionally long line. I was in a city several hours from my home and I had travelled here with the express purpose of attending an evening performance of musical songs by a somewhat well-known performer whose name I will not be listing in this review as I do not know how to spell it properly.

I intended to arrive at the performance venue almost a full twenty-four hours before the scheduled opening of the doors, but alas, I was delayed by many infuriating events that I shall not bore you with right now. I will simply say that I was mistaken for not one, but two different bank robbers all because of my sense of fashion and style. Needless to say, it took up a great deal of my time and caused me to arrive at my destination much later than I had desired.

When I finally did arrive, I found, much to my dismay, that a line of like-minded concertgoers had been forming long before my arrival and thus there was little chance of me securing a seat anywhere near the stage where the performers would be performing. This infuriated me to no end, but I quickly realized that there was nothing to be done about it so I solemnly took my place at the very end of the queue and did my best not to vomit with frustration.

I checked my wristwatch in an attempt to ascertain how much more time I would need to stand motionless surrounded by hungry, rude strangers when I noticed that it had stopped. I can’t say for certain, but I assume that it must have been damaged during the two tacklings I had received by bank security officers earlier in the day. This upset me even more. This was a watch that I have owned for many years. It was gifted to me by a man I had the pleasure of working for on a small farm some time ago. It was a special watch and not one that I wore with any regularity. I saved it for special events like concerts or ribbon cuttings and it upset me to no end that it was now inoperable.

The longer I waited in line, the angrier I felt. Nothing was going as I had hoped. I did my best to calm myself. I like to think that I was able to internalize my violent rage and that nobody near me was any the wiser about the horrible fury which thundered in my bones, but I soon learned that this was not the case when a bearded, hulking gentleman standing directly behind me tapped on my shoulder and asked if I was alright. I told him that I had no idea what he was talking about and turned back around, even angrier than before. Then, I heard him say that he was only asking because my body was shaking so intensely.

I hadn’t noticed that I was trembling until he said something about it, but I then quickly realized that I was shivering like a sick horse. My entire body was tensed with displeasure. I looked down and saw that I had sweated through my trousers and that my hands were balled into tight fists. I loosened my fingers and blood immediately started pouring from my palms where I had unconsciously dug out great scoops of flesh with my fingernails.

It’s amazing what the body can do without you noticing when you are extremely annoyed. This wasn’t the first time I had inadvertently torn open the palms of my hands, but it was certainly the most severe. In my embarrassment, I quickly stuffed my bleeding hands into my trouser pockets, but the thin cotton was no match for the great quantities of blood which weeped forth from my self-inflicted palm gouges.

I began feeling faint. I turned to the bearded man behind me to apologize for being so curt and to ask if he had the time. That is when I must have fainted. Luckily, I fainted right into his hairy, muscled arms and was quickly revived when he splashed my face with cool, clear water. My luck continued when he, still cradling me in his exquisitely strong arms, bandaged my unsightly hand gashes and fed me a bag of shrimp that he happened to have in his backpack. He said that it was his favorite concert snack. I was in no shape to argue with that.

He was kind enough to chaperone me into the venue and spend the entire concert by my side, ensuring that I was alright and singing the performer’s most popular songs with me. On top of that, he smelled of a truly intoxicating fragrance. I asked him what it was that he was wearing during a break between songs and he removed from his trousers a small white bottle of Not A Perfume by Juliette Has A Gun. “What a confounding name,” I thought. He thrust the warmed bottle into my wounded hands and said that I could keep it. I was delighted. I couldn’t believe that such a difficult day had turned into such a magical night.

Unfortunately, my luck ran out when, after the concert ended, he asked if I could loan him the tidy sum of fifteen hundred dollars. I explained to him that I did not own that many dollars and it was unlikely that I ever would, but it was no use. He was irate and showed his dissatisfaction by punching me nearly to death. He then left me on the sidewalk in front of the concert venue, wet, exhausted, and with a broken bottle of perfume in my blood-soaked trouser pocket.

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wrioluvr · 1 year ago

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subby vampire x dom male reader pt 2 pt 1

thank u guys for liking kliff!! he's so baby. felt kinda mean and thought about a scenario where reader is like, a regular monster fucker and poor kliff finds out he hooked up with another vampire and gets super jealous teehee... but this is wholesome tho.

content: reader is kind of a player, blowjob (reader receiving), reader loves tormenting the poor old man, more plot-focused than pure smut

★ ; 🦇🍷. . ♱

after visiting kliff at his crumbling manor a few more times, you decided that you were getting tired of making the trip out into the woods everytime, and invited him over to your house instead, an invitation he eagerly accepted. though he kept a calm composure, inwardly, his thoughts were running wild - he would finally be able to bask in a whole home full of your scent.... maybe even steal a few small trinkets he could toy with whenever he felt lonely... or... or even get a feel of your bed, where he fantasised about waking up next to you and spending the rest of his days as your faithful househusband. oh, how delightful.

"thank you ever so much for allowing me to enter your abode. i am most honoured." thanking you profusely, he elegantly sat down on your sofa, only to immediately scrunch up his face in discomfort. you stared at him, puzzled. "what's wrong? you don't like my home?"

"no, no... it's not that... it's just that... this scent is so familiar. in an unnverving way..." he mumbled, talking to himself. suddenly, a look of recognition, mixed with horror, dawned on his face. "correct me if i'm wrong, but... there's not a chance you've had another vampire over.... is there?"

"oh! i forgot you vampires have a heightened sense of smell. yeah, i hooked up with another vampire like, 3 weeks ago." you said nonchantly, like it was the most insignificant thing ever. kliff merely gaped at you, aghast at your casualness. "so... so... i'm not your first vampire relationship?" he asked meekly, almost like he was afraid of the answer.

"well, yes. i dated, hmm...." you start to list them on your fingers. "two vampires, one werewolf, one merman... oh, right, and one evil ass fairy. he was mean."

poor kliff looked like he was about to collapse, his hand clutching his chest dramatically. thankfully he was sitting down, otherwise he would have fallen over. "where on earth do you even find these creatures?"

"i get around."

"and you never thought to mention this?!"

"i mean, i didn't really think it was important..."

kliff sighed, suddenly feeling a little insecure at his complete lack of romantic experience in contrast to your many flings. "may i at least see what your past vampire suitors looked like?" he didn't want to admit it, but he was suddenly feeling very clingy, even more than usual. he had to be better than all your exes! so that you wouldn't leave him like you left them!

"sure. here you go." you pull out your phone and show him a picture, only for kliff to gasp loudly and clutch his chest even tighter. what a drama queen.

"HIM."

"you know him??"

"that little whore was going around sleeping with every man and woman in town a hundred years ago! i cannot BELIEVE he is still so promiscuous in this day and age. he even seduced you..."

"woah! language, kliff!"

kliff stops mid-ramble and clears his throat in embarassment. "my apologies. this is most uncouth of me. i do not know why i am getting so frustrated over this. the two of you are not seeing each other anymore, correct?"

"yes. you're the only one i'm seeing right now."

"and, if i may be so bold to inquire,,,, how was he like as a lover?"

"he was kinda annoying." kilff let a smirk escape his lips upon hearing this. "i knew it-" "the head was good though."

"what- what does 'head' mean?"

"he sucked my dick." you say bluntly.

"oh, good heavens."

"don't be a prude! wait... kliff, are you jealous of him?"

"i most certainly am not."

"at your big age? please be serious." you tease, amused at how possessive he suddenly got.

"do NOT make fun of me. i said i'm not." the pout adorning his face said otherwise.

kliff barely noticed it, but slowly he inched closer and closer to you, eyes scanning your neck as he frantically searched for bite marks.

"did he bite you anywhere? did it hurt? you must know, i would never even consider drinking from you, right?" he took your hand, eyes searching desperately for validation, any form of praise that indicated you thought he was the better vampire.

you rolled your eyes. "jeez, kliff. i didn't take you for the possessive type. don't worry, none of my previous vampire lovers have drunk from me."

that did little to reassure him, since he was on the same page. "then... then... i must be better at this 'head' thing!" he declares, face full of misplaced determination. you almost double over laughing.

"it's not a competition! my god, you're so unserious."

"it does not matter to me! i must be better than that lustful shame of a vampire at every aspect. especially since we are of the same species."

"okay, okay. calm down. i'll let you try."

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

"just let me know you can't breathe or whatever. i'll guide you through your first time, yeah?" kliff nods, a blush extremely prominent on his undead features as he knelt between your thighs. he quite enjoyed this... submissive position.

"also- watch the fangs." the authoritative, yet gentle tone of your voice sent shivers down his spine.

he himself could be considered a monster, but he paled in comparison to the monster that sprung out of your pants once he clumsily undid the zipper. kliff gasped, a look of pure lust and nervousness written all over his expression as your slightly erect cock hovered over his face.

"so... basically... you just put it inside your mouth, then start sucking it. easy enough, right? come on, don't tell me you've never heard of a blowjob in your entire existence."

"of course i have..... i admit, i own quite a bit of... erotic fiction." he mumbles, eyes still on your cock, cheeks growing redder by the second. "but, goodness, it's so different seeing a real phallus up close. especially one of your size."

"phallus??? just say cock."

"mhm...." he hesitates, unsure where to even begin. flustered, he looks up imploringly, silently begging for you to guide him.

you chuckle at his frozen state, completely at a loss on what to do. "so needy. i'll help you."

tenderly, you run a hand through his soft hair, applying just a little bit of power to tug his head forward, guiding him to your tip. obediently, he opened his mouth, taking the shaft inside. it was warm, his rough tongue grazing over your tip, causing you to grip his hair a little tighter. kliff let out a masochistic moan in response. slowly, he ventured further down your length, but unable to reach the base without gagging. he looked up at you with apologetic eyes, but you squeezed his shoulder to let him know he was doing well. "good job, kliff. you're a natural." spurred on by your praise, kliff found a lewd rhythm, mouth bobbing up and down in a continuous passionate attempt to make you feel good.

your small grunts of pleasure kept him going. panting, you ask, "you sure you've never done this before, kliff? you're so good." he frantically shakes his head, mouth still full of cock, as if the idea that he engaged in such intimate acts with anyone but you was horrifying. he was loyal like that. it was intoxicating, the head only vampires could provide - fangs lightly grazing your cock's sensitive areas, the slight thrill unmatched. merman head was sloppy, werewolf head was rough, but vampire head was a little dangerous. you liked that.

soon enough, you were about to cum. you warned him, patting his shoulder twice, he vigorously nodded, giving you permission to cum inside his mouth. he'd only ever been used to having blood in his mouth, so having your cum inside instead was a new experience. but he liked it. maybe a little too much, as he swallowed it so enthusiastically. you gazed upon him affectionately, finding his virgin excitement over such lewd matters endearing.

"how was i?" the breathless question hung in the air, a reminder of the atmosphere thick with your intertwined tension.

cupping his face with one hand, the other stroking his hair soothingly, you muttered the words he most wanted to hear. "you were better than him."

kliff jumps into your arms, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. "thank you. you're the absolute best." he's so content to spend the rest of his days with you. treat him with care, yeah?

>ᵥᵥ< 💘

tags: @4eaever @szapizzapanda @flyingsquids @vampmasc

omg i'm so happy with this one, one of my fav writings i've ever done so far. i felt like i characterised kliff and captured their dynamic quite well here hehehe

#dom male reader #top male reader #male reader #vampire x reader #vampire x male reader #monster x reader #monster x male reader #vampire x human #vampire imagine #wrioluvr: kliff

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fairytaleendingss · 1 month ago

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Finding You

Summary: You and Sirius have a casual fling, but you leave your mark on the man. In the following weeks, he's determined to find you, with little success. However, some things just seem to have a strange way of working themselves out.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!Reader

CW: Bad writing (maybe?), unedited, talk of fights, hospitals and vague mention of injuries, also one night stands.

Full disclosure, I am kind of drunk right now and a friend I was hanging with tonight asked me to write this so I decided to give it a go. This is for you @red-september-virgo! It kind of took on a life of its own. Please tell me if it's terrible so I can find out tomorrow, for scientific purposes.

Sirius Black was a man of many talents. He'd always breazed through his schoolwork without a care in the world, he was a star Quidditch Player and he was easily able to charm the pants off just about any woman (or man) he wanted to. One thing he wasn't particularly good at, however, was commitment.

Apart from his best friend James Potter, very few people were able to capture his attention for more than a night at a time. Throughout his years at Hogwarts he'd developed quite a promiscuous reputation, one that continued to follow him around even after he graduated. It was a rarity to be able to be cared for by Sirius Black. A rarity and a challenge that many people tried and failed to succeed at. That was, until he met you.

You were like may of his other conquests, beautiful, confident, intelligent. You first met during a night out at a pub in London.

It was loud and busy and you'd both had far too much to drink. He'd talked you up with he same lines that he always used. A subtle smirk in your direction, a brushing of arms, a sly "have we met before? Surely i'd remember a face this beautiful".

And just like clockwork, you fell into each other's arms, the same way all the other's did. Slow and tender and then all at once. He brought you back to his apartment for the night, the one he'd bought using the inheritance from his Uncle Alphard. And by the morning, you were gone.

However, something about you lingered. Maybe it was the scent of your perfume on his pillowcase or the hairpin you left on his dresser. Whatever it was, he couldn't seem to get you out of his head.

He'd visited James and Lily later that day. They were settled, living in a quiet apartment on the edge of town. Lily was heavily pregnant. She looked as though she was ready to burst at any moment, however, James was somehow the calmest Sirius had ever seen him.

He plopped down on his best mate's sofa, a cup of tea in hand and uttered the words James was sure he'd never hear from his best friend's mouth.

"I can't stop thinking about her."

Lily was so excited she seemed almost ready to collapse. James just stared at him in awe.

"You can't be serious mate!"

Sirius just smirked. "I think you'll find I am. And I'm not joking about the girl either."

James rolled his eyes and punched his friend affectionately in the shoulder.

"Well, we'll just have to find her then, won't we?"

Lily sat down in an armchair at his side.

"What do you know about her?"

Sirius shrugged. "Not much. All I know is that her name is Y/N."

James sighed. "I suppose that's as good a place as any to start."

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First, they'd looked through the phone book, scanning the pages for any girl with your name in London. They'd called about a dozen numbers with no success. It was certainly a long shot without a last name.

Sirius had also spent every night he could in that bar, hoping you'd miraculously show up again, but to no avail. On the fifth day, Sirius had approached the bar tender, a large guy named Ted with a long grey beard. He told him that you were a frequent guest a few years ago. That you and a group of five friends would often come and spend your weekends drinking and laughing but your visits had dwindled over the years. He didn't know your last name but he knew the type of whiskey you liked. It was a paricular brew that was only sold in select stores around the city.

Sirius' next move was to visit those and see if he could find another lead. However, it was a dead end. Those bottle shops had many guests and the owners could never seem to place a face.

It was two weeks later that Sirius began to lose hope. After weeks of searching, he was sure he was never going to find you.

It wasn't until a few nights later that fate seemed work it's magic. Sirius, Remus and Peter were on their way back from an Order meeting. Everything had grown grim in recent months. The threats of the Death Eater attacks loomed over their heads like a constant lingering rain-cloud.

Sirius had used the search as a distraction. He tried to bury himself in in this dream to take his mind off the horrors that were occuring in the world around him. The world was a dark place to live and no one, wizard or muggle seemed truly safe.

The streets were quiet as they walked home. Usually Sirius would've taken his motorcycle but it had been so long since he'd had a chance to see his friends that the idea of even an extra few moments together, walking through the quiet London streets was more than welcome.

They were chattering casually among themselves when a flash of light came at them, seemingly from nowhere. Sirius skirted to his left, looking for the asailant when a second flash of green missed them by a short margin.

Adreneline coursed through him as he moved, grabbing Remus by the sleeve of his shirt and pulling him behind a nearby building. He could hear the cracks of spells hitting the bricks around them as four Death Eater's emerged from the surrounding darkness.

Sirius had no idea who tipped them off to their location that night but he was more than glad that they' followed the three of them away from the Order meeting and not James. God knows what could have happened with Lily at home, heavily pregnant and waiting for her husband to return.

With that thought in mind, Sirius jumped bravely from his shelter, raising his wand and firing towards the asailants. Remus was quick to follow, brandishing his wand between shaking fingers, ready to deflect whatever spells were sent his way.

The duel lasted nearly 10 minutes, colours flying through the air in every which direction. He managed to hit one of them with a stupify that sent him flying backwards towards the concrete building behind him. He hit the wall with a thud and his buddy turned his attention directly towards Sirius.

The man only smirked as he lifted his wand.

Back and forth they went, sending jetstreams of light towards each other in a beautiful and deadly mirage of colour. Sirius deflected and ducked and dodged as the Death Eater approached him.

It was only a moment that he was caught of guard, a moment of distraction as Remus cried out somehwere to his left. A blaze of red light flickered like fireworks across the sky, hitting him directly in the chest. And suddenly he was flying. Sailing through the air and crashing back down onto the cobblestone below.

"Sirius!" he heard Remus' voice call as the world around him went dark.

The first thing he noticed when he awoke, was the feeling of a hand stroking his own.

The next was the ache. The painful pulsating that radiated through his skull.

He blinked slowly, the dark world steadily revealing itself to him in soft bursts of colour. As awareness found it's way back to him, he realised the hand holding his was Lily's.

She was seated to his left, hand clutched in her own. On the right, he noticed James, his dark hair messy and bags framing his normally enthusiastic eyes. It seemed a while since he'd slept.

"Hey, Pads. Welcome back."

James' voice was soft and tender, moreso than he'd ever heard from the man.

"How are you feeling?" Lily followed.

It was at that moment that he was finally able to get a good look at the room around him. The stark white walls and paper-thin bedsheets alerted him to the fact that he must have been at St-Mungos.

"I-I'm okay, I think," his voice was a mere rasp, a fragment of what it usually was and Lily smiled down at him pitifully, reaching out a hand to stroke back some of his long, black hair.

"What happened?"

James was the one to respond, clearing his throat like he was trying not to get choked up.

"You, Moony and Wormtail were attacked by Death Eaters on the way back from a meeting with the Order," James explained softly.

"It all happened so fast. Wormy said they came out of nowhere. You put up a good fight but one of them got the jump on you. Moony apparated you here before they were able to do any real damage but you've been out of it for a while."

Sirius frowned. "How long is a while?"

"Around two days," Lily supplied. "The healers here told us you'd be fine but we were starting to get worried."

"Well I'm just fine, I promise," Sirius did his best to reassure them, but his weak and wavering voice didn't do much to help his case.

It was then that the door of his hospital room swung open and the aforementioned Healer stepped through the doorway.

"Ah, there he is. Nice to see you awake, Mr Black."

The words were soft and playful but they made Sirius' jaw drop. His eyes widened and he froze as if he'd been petrified by the basilisk itself. Lily frowned in concern as James started confusedly between his friend and the woman in the doorway.

After a moment, Sirius finally spoke.

"I-it's you."

A small smile adorned your face.

"Nice to see you too." You stepped forward, potion bottle in hand as you moved to examine the patient.

James still looked confused. "Sirius, this is Healer Y/L/N. She's been taking care of you for the last few days."

"Do you know each other?" Lily chimed in.

Sirius cleared his throat, suddenly embarassed. Of all the places he thought the two of you would meet again, a hospital room at St Mungo's wasn't one of them.

You just smiled, a smile so soft and genuine that it made Sirius' heart race right then and there.

"I think we may have crossed paths before."

"I've been looking for you," Sirius blirted, unable to stop himself.

You raised a brow. "You have?"

"Yes!" he continued. "Ever since you left that morning. I've wanted to find you. I just couldn't seem to get you out of my head."

"Is that right?" you muttered, doing your best to stay proffessional but even laying there in a hospital bed, Sirius Black was still able to make you blush.

"Yes," he looked between his two friends who were sitting bewildered at his sides.

"Could I get a little help here please?"

Lily looked worried. "Sirius, are you sure you're okay to-"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, for merlin's sake, I'm fine. I can't very well have this conversation lying down now, can I? It's extremely emmasculating."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as Sirius moved to push himself up and with the help of Lily and James, managed to lift himself into a seated position.

"I wanted this to be better," he mumbled. "I had it all planned out in my head. When I saw you again, I was going to have flowers and a speech prepared and everything. But I guess it's better just to ask now."

"Ask me what?" you queeried, uncertainly.

"Ask you out on a date. A real one, preferably. Not just one that ends in my apartment."

He looked up at you hopefully, as you paused for a moment, trying to process all that had happened. Then a smile slowly painted your lips.

"I'll tell you what," you responded. "If you be a good patient for the next few days, and take all your potions with no complaints, then I'll go on a date with you once you're out of here."

"Deal," he stated enthusiastically. Then he reached out his hand. "Okay, come on. Let's get this over with."

You chuckled lightly as you uncapped and handed him the potion.

He held it for a moment, grinning at you goofily. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I actually feel that I should be thanking those Death-Eaters."

James barked out a laugh, looking between you and his friend. "I'm sure you won't be thinking that anymore, mate, after you've tasted that potion."

#marauders #sirius black x reader #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter

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organic-bloodbath · 4 months ago

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3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th) - Part 2

Niragi x Reader

Summary: You're separated from Arisu and Usagi, now traveling the deserted Tokyo alone with Niragi.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, 80% is just smut.

A/N: Practicing to write proper smut, i'm not the best at it bear with me pls i'm trying thanks. I've been craving to use this trope so long.

Part 1 ♤ Part 3

♤♧

You were separated from Arisu, Kuina and Usagi and were left with only Niragi now.

Amazing.

"You know, you don't have to pretend that you hate me," Niragi advised. "Must drain some amount of energy out of you."

"I don't hate you," you admitted without looking at him. "But i don't like you either."

"Mhm," Niragi hummed, eyeing you with narrowed eyes. "Didn't sound like it when i fucked you against the container."

"Shut up," you mumbled and tried to ignore him. "Enjoying sex doesn't equal to necessarily liking that person, mind you."

Niragi just grinned. “So, you admit that you enjoyed it, hm?”

You stopped and turned to look at him. “If I say I didn’t, are you just going to strip and fuck me again in the middle of this street to prove a point?” you asked, hands on your hips.

“Well, there’s nobody around now, is there? I’d be more than happy to ravish you again against that lamp pole over there.”

“Fine, I liked it,” you admitted. “But not enough to become a street prostitute.”

You kept walking forward, having no specific direction in your mind, fully knowing that his gaze was almost certainly on your ass, but you didn’t care right now.

“We’ll have such a great time together, princess,” Niragi mumbled, low enough that you didn’t hear him.

♤♧

It was raining hard outside, and both of you were soaking wet already and in an urgent need to find a shelter as soon as possible. Anywhere you could hide from the rain.

You eventually came across an empty apartment, the front door slightly open so you could enter inside.

As you walked around the few rooms, nobody was at home. The entire house had been ransacked from most useful items, the people who had lived there had clearly left this place long ago.

Arriving to the bedroom, you found out one thing you weren’t entirely happy with — there was only one bed. In the living room there was no couch either, only two armchairs.

"You'll get the armchair," you stated.

"How is that fair? I want to lay down when i sleep, not fucking sit."

"Make it work, i don't care."

You were shivering in your wet clothes, wanting to get them off as soon as possible but you weren't a big fan of stripping in front of Niragi.

Luckily for you, there was a closet full of clothes, some of them exactly your size too. You pulled a t-shirt and shorts there, not finding longer pants anywhere. Were these people dressing up only for summer?

“Fetch me a towel,” you commanded Niragi. It didn't come off as a request.

“What am I, your servant?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows.

“A towel, now,” you repeated with a stern voice.

He eventually complied and left you alone for a moment. You pulled your wet shirt over your head and put it to dry on the back of a chair.

“Looking good, sweetheart,” Niragi grinned as he had returned to you, faster than you had expected. He was eyeing you from head to toe with his hungry glare, leaning against the door frame and adoring your bare back. You knew he’d be looking but right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was dry clothes and getting warm again.

“I know,” you sarcastically replied and took the towel from him. You started drying your arms, until felt Niragi’s body glue on yours behind you, hands resting on your hips.

“I could dry and warm you up, you know,” he whispered into your ear. “Better than that towel could.”

“I can do it myself, thanks,” you responded coldly and pushed him away.

You were more than ready to go to sleep, it had been a while since you had been able to sleep in a real bed. Definitely not since the Beach.

You laid yourself on the bed, Niragi joining you right after. He had taken his shirt and pants off, leaving him only in his underwear, not caring to borrow someone else's clothes.

You turned to lay on your side, your back facing Niragi. The window in the room wasn’t entirely closed, there was a small gap which brought chilly air inside the room, and you weren’t able to close it because of the slightly wrong position the hinges had been installed.

Niragi noticed how you were shivering under the blanket you were sharing. He scooped a little closer to you, the heat of his body already radiating towards you.

"Come on, baby. Let me warm you up," Niragi murmured and brushed his hand against your shoulder. Warm hand. His touch was so warm you wanted to give in and lean on it, merge your bodies into one.

"Call me 'baby' one more time and i'll break your wrist," you threatened seriously.

"I like it when you’re feisty," Niragi smirked. "Keep it up, makes me even more aroused than I already am."

He pressed his chest against your back, making you to want to let out a sigh of the warmth he was giving to you. He put his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing circles on it and sending you shivers.

"Niragi," you mumbled and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him from going any further.

"Shh," he interrupted and rested his hand on your hip, pulling your lower body tighter against him, your ass rubbing against his crotch. "Let me make you feel good, okay? I'll warm you up better than any other man could."

His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, not just yet going inside.

"I'd prefer to just go to sleep," you refused, closing your eyes. You were fully aware that he wouldn't stop unless you broke his nose or kicked him on the crotch.

"But i'm not tired yet, baby girl. Please make me tired, yeah?"

Niragi knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you, it was clear to both of you. You tried to resist his touch the best you could but deep inside you wanted him to ruin you again. Niragi knew that deep down he had you wrapped around his finger - or would have very soon. If you truly didn't want him to touch you, you would have slapped his hand away the moment he laid a single finger against your skin and kicked him off the bed, forcing him to take the floor. If you didn't want him, he wouldn't be here holding you like this. His grip wasn't hard enough for you to be unable to free yourself from him - if that was what you wanted.

Niragi could read you better than you thought: you craved to be touched but was only stubborn to give yourself to a man like him easily.

He let his hand slowly slide inside your borrowed shorts, rubbing your clit against the fabric of your panties. Your eyes shot wide open, and you sucked in a breath, biting your lip not to let any other sounds come out of your mouth.

"I'm all yours, let me make you feel good," he whispered, breath hot against your ear, while he slid his finger against your folds, feeling the wet spot on the fabric.

He pushed the panties aside a little, touching your wet pussy with the tip of his finger. Just the slight contact of his finger already managed to make you gasp, which was a clear enough sign to Niragi that you truly needed someone to touch you.

“So wet already,” Niragi murmured. “Just for me? I know you need a release just as bad as I do.”

When you didn't push his hand away, he pushed the tip of his finger inside you, just an inch, and pressed his finger against your entrance, starting to slowly stretch the opening and stimulating all the nerve endings. He inserted another finger, again just an inch against the entrance, stretching and massaging, making you more and more wet.

You let out another gasp, now slightly louder than the previous one. He felt himself slowly becoming hard as well against his boxers, already imagining the picture of him being on top of you and fucking you dumb. He wanted to just grab you, rip your clothes off and take you, but he also wanted to take it slow. Cherish every moment, every second, with you. Listen to your needs and what made you feel good, not just think of pleasuring himself and then be done with you.

Eventually he pushed the two fingers completely inside your pussy in one go, until his knuckles hit your pussy, making you shiver in pleasure. You let a whimper out of your mouth, then biting your lip.

"Look at me," Niragi whispered, making you slowly stretch your neck to look at him over your shoulder. His pupils were dilated, lust and hunger for your body visible in his eyes. "Say that you want me to fuck you right now."

"You're asking me for my consent when you're already two fingers deep inside me?"

"I can pull out," he pointed out. “I can pull out, let you sleep and jack off by myself. Your call, hm?”

"I'm not going to start begging you to fuck me," you scoffed. "I'm-"

But your words were interrupted when he suddenly curled his fingers inside you, remembering just the right spot which made you go insane. A deep moan left out of your chest.

"Want me to do it again, hm?" he asked. “All you gotta do is just say the word.”

"I'm not going to beg," you gritted your teeth. Oh, he was going to make you beg.

He put more pressure on your clit with his thumb, rolling it against your bud in small circle patterns. You gritted your teeth harder together, sucking in a breath.

Just give up and let him fuck you stupid, the ache and need in your vagina whispered.

"You can stop resisting me, pretending to be hard to get is starting to get old," he said, narrowing his eyes when you didn't respond. "Alright then."

Niragi pulled his fingers out and let go of you. He wasn't done with you, no, not even close. He knew he had already managed to arouse and turn you on enough that you wouldn't be able to sleep before you'd experience an orgasm or two - maybe even three if he really managed to make you go feral. Leaving you hanging would make you crawl back to him, and if it didn't, you had much more willpower and stubbornness in you than Niragi expected.

Your eyes grew wider when his touch was gone, your pussy aching for more of him, needing to be filled. He had started this game and you had to finish it.

"Are you fucking serious?" you asked and turned to lay on your back, pushing yourself up to lay against your elbows.

"What? Is it so wrong to ask for a girl's consent, hm?" Niragi asked innocently. Then, his eyes grew a little wider and a grin spread on his face. "Oh, you’re one of those non-consent type of freaks, huh?"

A smirk on his face was now wide as he crawled on top of you, knees pressing against the mattress on both sides of your hips, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against your pussy. He leaned his face slowly closer to yours.

"I can work with that, you know," he purred, looking suddenly almost excited. “That’s why you played so hard to get at the Beach? Should have guessed.”

“I like consent very much, mind you,” you stated.

“Yeah?” he asked, examining your face whether he was making you uncomfortable but you showed no signs of it. You acted calm and unbothered, which Niragi wanted to erase. “Let me know when you want me to stop then. Say… hm. Say ‘clubs’ when you really want to stop, yeah?”

Niragi waited for a second to see that your brain had processed his words, until he brought his hand back on your stomach, sliding it under your panties now sooner than before.

You let out a scream when he pushed two fingers instantly inside you and started to pump them in and out of you in a fast pace - he was done playing sweet and slow now that you were wet enough for him. He curled his fingers against your walls, rubbing them on just the right spots. You weren’t prepared that he’d start fucking you with two fingers immediately, seeing how slow he had been with exploring your pussy a moment ago.

You didn't want to admit it, of course you didn't, but you needed his touch again. Not necessarily him specifically, but someone to touch you and get you off. Throwing yourself at him felt like giving up but you had started not to care about anything anymore. You simply craved to be filled, and Niragi was your only option right now – and he certainly knew exactly what he was doing and was good at it. He was extremely quick to learn your body and what made you feel good.

Niragi didn’t remove his gaze from your face even for a single second when he fucked you with his fingers, wanting to see every expression of pleasure on your face how much you were enjoying this. His touch. How good he managed to make you feel.

“Oh, oh my god,” you moaned. “Right there.” You were in complete ecstasy and would never want this feeling to stop. Then, he moved his fingers to another spot, waking you up from the trance for a second. “Wait, can you do that again?”

“Hm? This?” Niragi smirked, doing the same thing again which made you go absolutely feral.

You gasped, digging your nails into his skin next to his shoulder blades.

"Fuck," you whimpered.

“Cum on my fingers, baby girl,” Niragi purred into your ear.

And you did, your pussy clenching against his fingers while the orgasm waved through your limbs, legs shaking and shivering.

Niragi pulled his fingers out of you, licking his fingers clean from your juices. You were panting hard, shook from the orgasm which you just experienced.

“Was it good?” Niragi asked, brushing his thumb against your chin.

You nodded, cheeks warming up a little of the question which sounded almost comforting. “Yeah, it was good.”

“Your turn then,” he whispered, his finger brushing over your lower lip.

He grabbed your elbow and dragged both of you out of the bed, him standing on the floor and you sitting on the edge of the bed.

You looked down and saw the bulge on Niragi’s crotch, his cock already uncomfortably hard under his underwear, which he was quick to take off and drop on his ankles.

You swallowed when you look at his hardened cock — it was definitely thick and long and looking at it now right in front of you, you weren’t sure how you had been able to take it last time. The sight of him made you clench your thighs together, becoming even more wet of the thought how it was going to fit inside you. How he would feel inside you.

You sat on the floor on your knees and took his cock in your hand, rubbing the entire length a few times with your fingers, making him moan. You massaged his balls with your other hand, experimenting different ways to hold him to see what kind of reactions you could get out of him.

You pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, making him twitch of the contact of your lips. He was just as sensitive as you had been under his touch. You took just couple of inches of him inside your mouth first, gently rolling your tongue around the tip. Niragi had the biggest urge to just grab your head, slam his cock deep into your throat and start fucking your face like there was no tomorrow, but he didn’t. He let you do your thing in the pace you wanted, even though the teasing was driving him crazy.

Then, you slowly slid him into your mouth as far as you could until you started to gag. For a moment you sucked him on a slow pace, taking him in just half way, his cock hitting the back of your mouth repeatedly.

Soon, when you felt like you were ready, you pushed your head down, swallowing as you took him even deeper into your mouth and throat. Tears were forming in your eyes, the feeling becoming too much but you wanted to take all of him. Wanting to please him like he had pleased you, making him see nothing but stars when you'd be done with him.

Make him feel better than any girl had made him feel ever before.

“Christ, woman. You take my cock in so good,” Niragi sighed, putting his hands on the both sides of your head. “Look at me.” You moved your gaze towards his face, making eye contact with him. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth, baby. That okay? Grab my leg if it’s too much, yeah?”

He started pushing his cock first slower in and out of your mouth, making sure you were able to take him well enough and not make you choke too bad. When he noticed you didn’t struggle as much anymore, he started moving your head faster. His hand gripped your hair tightly, his grip so rough your scalp started to hurt but you weren't going to complain. Tears were forming back into your eyes as your nose hit his pelvis, chin rubbing against his balls. You concentrated on breathing through your nose, the hot air tingling against his skin.

You sucked your cheeks inwards, making Niragi let out a loud moan.

“Oh, just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he continued fucking your mouth. “Do that again.”

You could sense he was close but it was starting to become too much, you not able to handle it anymore. You grabbed Niragi’s thigh, just as he had said, squeezing his flesh hard with your fingers. He let go of your head, pulling himself out of his mouth. You coughed violently, throat sore and in slight pain, while he stroked his cock with his own hand a few times until he was about to cum.

“Swallow it,” Niragi grunted, pushing his cock back inside your mouth but not as deep anymore. “Swallow all of it like a good girl.”

And you did — at least most of it, until you started coughing again. Part of his cum flew on the floor with your spit, some of it falling down your chin.

Niragi pulled you up by grabbing your arm, your legs feeling slightly unstable. When you were standing up, he brushed the remaining cum on your face off with his fingers, then pushing them into your mouth. You licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over your face,” Niragi mumbled and pulled you into a deep kiss, his tongue brushing the sore parts of your mouth.

"Was it good?" you repeated his own question to him, which made him smile.

“That was so good, baby."

Niragi pushed you back to the bed and flipped you on your stomach. He pulled your hips towards him, lifting your ass in the air a little bit to meet his throbbing cock.

He placed the tip of his cock against your pussy, rubbing it against you but not pushing in yet.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Niragi, just do it already!” you shouted, growing more and more frustrated. You were about to push yourself up but Niragi was quick to push you back down, his hand on the back of your neck pressing you hard against the mattress.

“Beg for it,” Niragi ordered. “It’s not that hard. Just a few words.”

“Fuck me,” you mumbled. “Fuck me, okay!”

“As you wish,” Niragi murmured and without another word, he dug his fingers in your ass and slammed his cock inside you way faster than you had expected, making you let out a loud scream. “Good, scream as hard as you can, baby girl. I’ll fuck you so good your throat is sore after the night.”

Your throat was already sore from his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, but you kept your mouth shut about that, not wanting to grow his ego any bigger.

“God, you’re so tight,” Niragi mumbled, hitting your cervix with almost every thrust. He was building so much pressure inside you that it became even painful but the pleasure overcame the pain.

Sex with him was even better than last time - a lot better -, now that you were indoors and on a soft bed instead of outside, feeling just cold metal against your back. Last time was way more hurried because you had a timer running down second by second, but now? You had the entire night to hold and fuck each other as much as you wanted — and you knew Niragi wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He could handle you in the best ways possible, being rough but not enough to severely hurt you. He could do anything he wanted to you right now and you’d just take it.

Christ, you had wasted so much time for being so stubborn and rejecting him at the Beach.

His hips slammed against your ass with every thrust so hard you hit the bed frame once in a while, making your head hurt.

“Can we, oh god— Can we move back, a little, just a little bit,” you stuttered between the moans that forced their way out of your mouth. “M-my head hurts.”

He pulled out of you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you backwards a little. You groaned for the feeling of not having him inside you anymore, needing him to fill you completely. He flipped you back on your back, crawling on top of you.

He brushed a few strands of your hair out of your sweaty forehead. “Wouldn’t want my girl get a concussion,” he said quietly. His words somehow managed to make your heart flutter. My girl. Two simple words but they made butterflies spawn inside your stomach.

Niragi pressed his lips against yours, instantly pushing his tongue inside your mouth to explore every corner, going as deep towards your throat as he possibly could. He lined the tip of his cock back against your entrance, pushing inside and continued thrusting inside you with a fast pace while kissing you. He kept your hands against the mattress on both sides of your head, interlocking your fingers with his.

"Faster," you mumbled against his lips. "No, ah- harder."

You didn't think he'd be able to go any faster or harder but he proved you wrong, slamming his hips against you so hard the bed was shaking under you.

He moved his lips down on your neck, starting to suck on several different spots before he found the one which made you go crazy. It felt so good, but…

Wait, no. No, no, no.

“Niragi, wait,” you mumbled, trying to get your hands free from his grip but he pressed your palms against the mattress too hard for you to be able to do that. “Don’t, don’t make any bruises, okay?”

Niragi smirked against your skin, gently biting above your collarbone. “What, scared of me marking you and showing all the other men that you’re already someone else’s?”

He stopped his hips from moving for a second, having his entire length buried inside you and gently brushing your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Because, sweetheart, you already belong to me,” he whispered. “You’ll learn to admit it with words too some day.”

For a few seconds there was a little softer look in his eyes but it was gone as fast as it had appeared there. Or maybe you just wanted to see a slightly softer part of him and only imagined it — you weren’t sure.

He kept fucking you like that, violently thrusting in and out of you and hitting your cervix and g-spot repeatedly, not holding back at all, until your orgasm had started to build up so high that you felt like you’d explode soon.

“I’m, I’m close. So close,” you breathed out, clawing his back and wrapping your legs tighter around his waist — clinging on him like a koala on a tree branch.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your hair. Niragi was covered in sweat, his skin turning almost sticky.

Then, your walls clenched around his pulsing cock as you came, the orgasm waving through your body like a waterfall. You were clinging on him so hard it must have hurt him but you didn’t care about anything else than you being in his arms anymore. You arched your back, your toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He slammed his cock inside you one more time, hips pressing against your pussy hard to keep his cock as deep as he possibly could inside you while he spilled every drop of his sperm into your uterus.

Then, his body fell limp against you, the weight of him almost suffocating you. He was out of breath and needed a moment to gather his strength back to lift himself off you.

When he laid down on his back next to you, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths. You thought you had already experienced mind blowing sex before, but with Niragi? This was way better than anything else you had ever had before.

Niragi got up and left the room, making you a little confused where he was going but he came back quite soon with a white towel. Your inner thighs were a messy mix of his and your cum, becoming sticky if it managed to dry on your skin. Niragi started rubbing the soft towel on your thighs, cleaning your legs the best he could.

He didn’t say a word during the process of cleaning you, and neither did you. You just admired him being so soft with you, compared to the roughness just a moment ago.

He threw the towel on the floor and laid the both of you down on the mattress.

“You know, I think i called you ‘baby’ several times and my wrists aren’t broken,” Niragi whispered. “I’m starting to think you like it.”

“I don’t,” you denied.

Maybe just a little, you thought.

“Mhm,” Niragi smirked.

You were ready to fall asleep and turned to lay on your side, putting a little distance between you and Niragi, but he wasn’t having it. Niragi grabbed your waist and pulled you back towards him until your back was fully against his chest.

He slowly moved his hand from your stomach to cup your right breast but you grabbed his wrist and placed it back on your waist.

“Goodnight, Niragi,” you said.

“You can’t blame a man for trying,” he smirked.

“Goodnight,” you repeated, closing your eyes.

Niragi pressed a soft kiss on your temple. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

♤♧

Queen of Spades

The next day, you walked to a game arena with Niragi, joining the other players there. It was some sort of a power plant with several floors and staircases.

You scanned the people there until your gaze landed on two familiar faces.

Arisu and Usagi.

Usagi saw you almost as fast as you her. She immediately tapped Arisu on his shoulder, getting his attention and pointing towards you and Niragi.

Niragi put his hand around your shoulder and waved at Arisu, a small smile on his face. Not exactly a ‘happy to see you, old friend’ smile though. You were quick to push his hand away from you and walked to Usagi.

“We’ve been so worried of you,” Usagi gasped and took you into a warm hug. “What happened to you?” She glanced at Niragi, a worry clear on her face. She lowered her voice, trying to prevent Niragi from hearing your conversation. “Are you… okay?”

“I’m fine,” you assured her, adding a little smile after your reply.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Usagi whispered, furrowing her eyebrows. She was entirely aware of what Niragi was capable of doing.

“No, I’m fine,” you confirmed. But apparently Niragi had heard Usagi’s question and approached closer to the two of you now.

“I’m hurt, sweetheart,” he gasped, his hand against his heart. “Now why would I ever hurt a pretty girl like Y/N?”

He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, a grin on his face. You slapped his hand away and walked towards Arisu to talk with him for a moment before the game would start. But you did feel your cheeks warming up and turn slightly pink, your mind grabbing that one compliment in the middle of his sentence - serious or not.

Niragi couldn’t help but grimace a little when he saw you smiling at something what another man said to you. He wanted to be the one to make you smile.

Just him.

♤♧

A man of the Queen's team pushed you over the edge, and you were holding on the railing for your dear life, hanging in the cold night air. The drop to the ground was at least 50 metres, probably more - enough to break your spine and crack your skull.

Enough to kill you.

This was it, you were going to die. Arisu and Usagi had ran elsewhere, they weren’t there to save you. All these games you had survived and now you were going to lose your life because you fell over an edge? How pathetic.

Your hand was just about to slip when someone grabbed your arm. You looked up at your savior.

Niragi.

"What do we have here, huh?” Niragi smirked. “A damsel in distress.”

“Are you claiming to be a prince to come for my rescue?” you scoffed. Your life was now completely in the hands of this man.

A man who could kill a person without regret. A man who didn’t get emotionally attached to anyone else. He could easily just let go and let you fall to your death. Did you matter anything to him? No, you were just a good fuck to him, of course you were. Were you worth saving? Hundreds of thoughts raced through your head in a short span of time.

Niragi pulled you up, instantly pulling you against him by your waist. He brushed your hair with his fingers and pressed your head on the crook of his neck, soothing you with his other hand brushing your back. You hugged him back, holding on him to try and calm down. Niragi felt your body trembling in his hold, not saying a word before you’d get yourself together. Your heart was beating fast, and you had to inhale deep breaths a few times, melting into his touch.

When you had recovered from the initial panic, you broke the hug and pushed yourself away from Niragi, but he kept his hands firmly on your hips.

"Now, what about a kiss for saving your life again?" Niragi suggested, lifting his right eyebrow, a cocky grin on his lips. Was he proud of acting all heroic towards you, being the one to save the day? Well, he had saved your life, so you had to be grateful for him.

"If i refuse, are you going to push me over the railing, just to save me again until i finally agree to kiss you?"

"You know me so well, sweetheart," Niragi smirked, rubbing your shoulders.

You grabbed his head so that this time he wouldn't be able to turn it around. You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, scarred skin feeling rough against your lips. You started to run away from him towards the place where other players were — the game wasn’t yet over —, leaving Niragi on his own for a moment.

"What a tease," Niragi mumbled with a smile on his face, touching the spot on his cheek you had just kissed.

Niragi caught up with you and grabbed your elbow, yanking you towards him and making you crash on his chest. You tried to push him off but he had a tight grip on your waist now with both of his hands.

"You've let me fuck you dumb twice but now you refuse to simply kiss me," Niragi stated and narrowed his eyes. "Now, why's that? Because there's other people around who could see us, hm? You embarrassed of me, sweetheart?"

You didn't answer. Were you embarrassed of being seen with him? If Arisu or Usagi saw you two together, they'd definitely think something was wrong with you. Usually you didn't give a damn what other people thought of you, but for some reason you wanted to keep Niragi a secret. But was it embarrassment or something else? You weren't sure.

"I'm not embarrassed," you denied but he didn't seem to believe you.

"Mhm," he hummed, letting go of you after eyeing you a few moments longer.

Why did he look a little… upset? Nah, of course you just imagined it.

“So, you wouldn’t mind to do the cheek kiss in front of your little friends?” he tested you.

“What, you want to make us look like an official couple or something?” you scoffed, just joking and raising your eyebrows. He stood now right in front of you, only an inch or two between your bodies as he was towering over you.

“We don’t have to be a couple but you’re still mine,” he murmured, his forefinger under your chin.

“Again, you don’t claim me,” you stated seriously.

“Tell yourself what you want, baby girl,” Niragi said and pressed his hand on the back of your neck, leaning closer to your face, brushing his lips gently past your cheek. “But your pussy will throb only for my cock.”

Shivers traveled down your spine, making you suck in a quick breath. A grin spread on his face, he could read you so well and tell that he had gotten you all to himself.

“I could fuck you against that railing too, I wouldn’t mind other players run past us,” Niragi murmured. “Just give me the word and I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

Looking into your eyes, Niragi realized one thing. He’d do anything for you, anything you asked for him to do. He’d kill any man who’d ever hurt you. He’d pleasure you in the ways that made you see stars and make you feel like you were in a paradise instead of this hellhole. He’d kneel in front of you like a peasant to his queen. Just a word and he’d do anything you wanted.

Did it sting his heart that you didn’t want others see Niragi touching you? It did, a little — but it was better to have you in secret than not at all.

You weren’t only all his — he was also all yours.

♤♧

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fernandopiastri28 · 1 year ago

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lick it up ~ lando norris x reader

warnings: drinking, smut, pwp, angst 😬 mdni!

Lando Norris- known manwhore. When he's not in his car going 350 km/h, he chases that thrill in other things in life. Designer items, drinks, parties- women. But there's only one thing that he really wants, he craves her love- his bestfriend.

She felt a pair of sturdy arms wrap around her waist, almost suffocatingly tight. It made it hard to breathe, the paining sensation only increased by the already constricted airflow inside the crowded club. “Lan?” She murmured, her head turning each way in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her best friend. She felt woozy due to the alcohol seeping through her system and she really didn’t need to deal with an over insistent man who believed he had the privilege to her body in her current state.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Lando’s chin rested against her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her neck. Those were his arms around her, holding her body closer to him then anything surrounding the pair. “I’m here,” One of his hands travelled up to her hair, his fingers gliding through her frizzing hair. “Don’t worry,”

Sure, Lando was a naturally affectionate person, often insisting on hugging as a greeting and goodbye, or resting his head on the shoulder of absolutely anyone who was near him. He liked touch, saw it as the easiest way he could express his caring and love for others. But drunk him was another level- hands anywhere he could get them, face buried into their shoulder or neck.

“Lan, you’re really drunk,” She giggled, pushing her slight anxiety down to her stomach as his lips started moving aimlessly against her neck. He wasn’t quite kissing there, but only because he was moving too quickly to be able to actually press his lips to a single spot.

He grumbled, dissatisfied with her comment. “So? You are too,” Lando was sounding pissy already which only usually happened later into the night. By this point, he was usually going to go seek off some other girl to spend the night with who would fawn over his every move and beg for more.

Her head tilted back, resting against his chest slightly, “I am,” A grin played across her lips, forcing his grimace to transition into a smirk, his eyes full of pure adrenaline without a single thought behind them. “Not as much as you though,”

A nod of agreeance came from him, his hands idly moving up and down on her waist, settling on her hips for a few seconds as her body continued to aimlessly sway along with the music. “It’s difficult to be more drunk than I am- especially since you’re such a heavy weight,”

It was true, and something that Lando was incredibly envious of. He wanted her ability to pour endless drinks down her mouth, consuming absolutely anything she wanted at once and manage to feel perfectly fine the next morning, while he would find himself with a throbbing headache, next to a girl he couldn’t remember the name of. Maybe he’d never asked her though.

“Or maybe you’ve just drunk more,” She dragged a finger along his cheek. Even if she didn’t show it as much, she was certainly feeling very drunk. For once, she wanted to be like Lando, feel like him. She craved his complete confidence and how he would feel as if he was on top of the world each time a drop of alcohol entered his system.

Maybe tonight she’d finally score a man to bring home, be the one to tell Lando all about her most recent hookup instead of always being on the receiving end of hearing it from him.

But at least for right now, all of his attention was on her. He looked at her like she was one of the girls he’d want for even just a night, instead of the one he left behind each time they’d planned to go out together.

She knew full well that the way Lando treated his one night stands was far from something that she should be dreaming about almost nightly, to be the girl that woke up to the sight of Lando’s peaceful sleepy face, his dark lashes fluttering over his cheeks and his unruly curls- but she knew a different side of him. The one that was loving, that cared. The side of him that would talk in the highest of praise about the girls he did really like, and how he never once spoke ill of someone to her.

He was different then how he came across, she knew that.

He held a bottle of some blue liquid, the spout of it resting against his bottom lip. She ogled up at him, her eyes wide and pupils huge. “Hello,” He grinned, laughing at her dopey upside down expression as she leaned against him. “You’re smiley tonight,” He teased, his hand wrapping tighter around her stomach to keep her up.

“I am smiley,” A deep sigh left her chest, her cheeks beginning to hurt from how wide her smile was stretching out. “I like your face,” She mumbled out, each syllable oozing into the next. “It’s a good face- a true one at that,” Her body wasn’t used to this much alcohol, and she was feeling any kind of shame melting away and just a desperate need to be completely honest.

A rosy flush was almost definitely covering her face at this point, given how hot it felt to the touch. “I like your face too,” He smiled, his nose nudging against her forehead. It felt unexplainable, like a thousand bolts of lightning crashing into her all at once. “It’s pretty cute,” His thumb swiped along her chin, nudging it open so he could place the finish of his bottle inside her mouth, the glass heavy on her bottom teeth.

He tilted it up, letting it run over her tongue and pool up inside her mouth. It was near sickening sweet, likely what his mouth tasted like given how much he’d already drunk the majority of it. “Good,” Two of his fingers tapped her chin again, his other fingers clasping the neck of the bottle so it didn’t drop. She shut her mouth, swallowing awkwardly due to the angle her head was at.

Once her mouth was empty again, her lips parted, her eyes moving up further to where the whites underneath her iris’ were even more visible. “More?’ She mumbled, her back shifting back unconsciously to steady herself against him. He granted her wish, keeping her mouth open as he hooked his two fingers over her bottom teeth as more alcohol spilt into her mouth.

“Fucking hell,” He hissed, his pink tongue darting out between his teeth in concentration. Their eyes refused to move and break contact, tension just building the longer the moment lasted. “You’re so fucking hot doing that,”

Her body got hotter at the praise, her mind short circuiting and essentially spilling out of her ears. “You’re sexy,” Her lips wrapped around the bottle, suckling on it gently as the final few drops spilt onto her tongue.

He went silent, his eyes darting across her face as a way to memorise each curvature and feature complete. He wanted to engrave this moment into his mind for the rest of time. The bottle slid down her mouth further, her lips pursing and stretching thinner around the thickness. His mouth dropped open ever so slightly, his eyes near bulging out of his head at the erotic sight.

He was hard, undoubtedly. His arousal pressed against her ass where her dress clung tightly around. He grinded against her, desperate for some sense of contact and pressure against his ache. “ Baby ,” He whined into her neck, pulling the bottle away from her mouth to rest it against some table.

Her heart pounded harder in her chest, feeling like it could explode at any given moment. The mix of the nickname, the desperation in his voice, the way his crotch was rubbing straight against her. “ Lan ,” She moaned, turning around so her chest was pressed against his, the silk fabric of his button up gliding against her exposed skin. “Please,” Her voice cracked with straight need.

“Please what ?” His hand settled into place against her jawline, his palm flush with the front of her neck, the slightest pressure against it. He knew what she wanted, both of their intentions so crystal clear, but he wanted to hear her say it- needed it.

“Kiss me,” Her voice was so fucking weak at that point, her expression completely wanton and eager for him. His eyes went straight to her lips where a glossy whine of the remaining alcohol coated them, making them even more red and wetter. The grip his hand had on her jaw tightened, putting her head into the perfect position for him.

His mouth moved against hers quickly, her bottom lip slotting in between hers in an almost practised manner. Her mouth parted, his tongue slipping inside the warm emptiness within seconds. Moans from her spilt into his mouth, the vibrating sensation going straight to his dick, somehow getting even harder with each movement she made against him.

One of her hands trailed up to his hair, tugging on his curls. They were so delicate in between her fingers, perfect coils wrapping around each digit. Her other hand snuck up under his shirt, the back of her hand brushing against the soft silk while her palm and finger tips explored his hardened abs.

“More,” She begged, her nose nudging against his as their lips finally broke away. His breathing was heavy, laboured almost. Their bodies were still resting flush against each other as his left hand sat heavily on her ass, squeezing it, while his other remained cupping her face.

“What do you want, gorgeous?” His voice was lower, breathless from making out for so long. He’d tipped his head down, his mouth close to her ear. There were so many things she wanted- she wanted to kiss more, she wanted to feel his tongue all around her mouth, she wanted to taste him, she really wanted to fix the ache in between her legs.

So with not even half her brain working to put together a proper cohesive sentence, she mumbled out the first thing that came to mind, “ Hotel ,”. Whether it was her hotel or his wasn’t important, all that mattered was for them to have a private room to stay up all night together in private. Because despite how at this point she could probably be convinced to drop down onto her knees and suck his cock right then and there without much effort from the brit- it wouldn’t look too good for an f1 driver to be receiving a blowjob in a random club in Singapore.

Maybe his one would be nicer on the other hand, a Formula one driver would likely have been supplied a higher star hotel then some girl in law school using her own money to pay.

With one swift move, each of her legs were on either side of his waist, her thighs bracketing his hips to keep herself up. One of his arms snaked around her waist for stability as he navigated his way out of the club, avoiding anyone who was clearly trying to approach him for either a photo or an autograph.

She buried her face in the collar of his shirt, one of her hands trying to cover her face in a last chance attempt to conceal her identity in case anyone had been filming. It was something she should’ve considered before they started making out, but she couldn’t change the past now.

The humid Singaporean air struck them the second they pushed past the entrance doors. A thin sheen of sweat collected on the back of Lando’s neck, but she was unaffected. Singapore was a consistent visit of hers so she’d become accustomed to the near unbearable heat.

A taxi rolled up right to where they were standing and before she even had the chance to ask when he managed to book one, Lando’s mouth was on hers again. She didn’t even notice the taxi door being opened until he was arranging her on his lap in the backseat, his eyes going directly down to her breasts. He placed a soft kiss to one where some cleavage was exposed from the dress’s style, while his hand worked at kneading the flesh.

A whimper of satisfaction passed by her lips, earning a shit-eating grin from the man. He continued his ministrations, tugging down some of the fabric over her breast to kiss further down her chest. Her head tipped back, hitting against the headrest of the passenger seat. As she ground her hips harder into his, each bump of the road that the car hit just pushed his boner further against her drenched cunt through her panties, a wet patch forming on his trousers.

“Pretty thing,” He trailed his lips up her neck, her jaw, then suckling on just her bottom lip. “So fucking wet for me,” He growled, pulling her body impossibly closer to him. Part of her wished she’d been sober for this- to be able to enjoy this moment with complete clarity and be sure to remember each and every event the next morning.

The drive seemed excruciatingly long, but had only been a mere few minutes in reality. Her body had essentially moulded into his by the end of it, her legs unable to work to take her to the elevator up to his room. They didn’t need to work though, he was more than excited at the opportunity to carry her as long as he could.

And she sure as hell wouldn’t be able to walk by the end of the evening.

The second the elevator doors drew to a close, Lando’s hand was tugging her panties to the side, allowing a finger to slide along her clit, “Good?” He nuzzled his head into her neck, kissing the smooth skin there over and over. The touch was met with a string of pleasured moans, all more beautiful than the last.

He got prepared before the doors reopened, grabbing his phone out with his keycard secured in the back of it, ready to open the door the second they arrived so he could be on top of her as quickly as possible. The grazing of his finger stopped long enough for him to unlock the door, and resumed as soon as it clicked shut.

“Lando, fuck, please,” She begged, overstimulated by all the drawn out teasing of the night. “Just finger me already,” She was at her wits end, completely ready to just touch herself if he wouldn’t take it a step further right then.

She didn’t have to do that though as he answered her prayers, sliding a thick finger into her aching cunt. A sigh of relief left her lips, her hole clenched around his finger in reflex. He carried her into the bedroom, settling her down on the bed as he hovered over her, his knees on either side of her hips as he covered her face in chaste open mouthed kisses.

The pleasure turned to a quick flash of dull pain when he removed his finger, pulling her underwear down and tossing them across the room in a drunken hurry. His green eyes widened as he stared directly at her pussy, his pupils shooting wide in lust. “Fuckk,” He sighed, “Can I.. taste?” He wasn’t sure exactly how to word the request but she granted him permission regardless.

He shuffled down, his massive hands grasping her thighs to position them over his shoulders. She lifted her hips off the mattress so as to allow him to push the bottom of her dress higher up before his head dipped down, his nose nudging at her clit. The sensation sends a rush of slick straight to where his mouth was readily waiting.

Tentatively, the tip of his tongue licked alongside her hole to her clit, emitting a shudder and a groan from the girl. He squeezed down on her thighs, rubbing the right one with his thumb to help her calm down. “What colour?” He murmured, looking up at her from between her legs.

“Green,” Her head tilted back, hitting against the pillow as she moaned into it. With the go ahead, his tongue repeated the motion, pulling more noises out of her throat. He began to eagerly lap at her wetness, the taste coating over his tongue as he grew more desperate to make her cum.

He had become increasingly more aware of the pain in his trousers, his neglected erection tenting uncomfortable in his too tight boxers. Squeezing one of her thighs tighter to make up for the loss of his hand, he reached his hand down to his crotch and began palming at the spot. He tilted his head down, his tongue fucking her while his nose buried into her bundle of nerves.

She was feeling so much. The way his tongue was buried deep inside her, how his nose was expertly rubbing her clit, his hands stroking the insides of her thighs where goosebumps prickled, and most of all- the way his deep emerald eyes remained staring into her soul. He lapped at her wetness like he’d been deprived of sex for years- in reality it couldn’t have been more than a month.

He had a one track mind, always did. His only goal in life was win, win, win. And today’s prize was making the beautiful girl laying on his bed, his best friend, cum with his mouth. Determined to make that happen, and make it happen right then, his teeth grazed against her slit gently to overstimulate her.

Sure enough, the action got her legs shaking and her back arching. “Fuck, Lando,” Her hand yanked on his hair, effectively pulling him away slightly. His eyes went wide in shock, it certainly hadn’t been the reaction he’d expected.

“I’m sorry,” He kissed the inside of her left thigh, his hand idly tenderly rubbing her knee. “Did it hurt?” She shook her head, having to crane her neck to look down at him. His cheek rubbed against her leg, another kiss to the bend of her knee. That time he suckled the spot, hollowing his cheeks to leave a small red spot when he pulled away.

“No, no- just.. sensitive,” She had to take a few moments to breathe, her chest raising and dropping with forced effort. “You- you can go again,” It’s more of a request than a suggestion, and he took it seriously.

His mouth returned to her heat, his tongue swiping up in a practised motion, each one met with more noises of delight and pleasure. A hand yanking his hair again signalled her orgasm, spilling into his mouth. He drew to a halt, going slower as she came down from her high so it wouldn’t ache from the abrupt ending.

He scooted up so his face was just mere inches above hers. He couldn’t even try to force back the smile that played on his face upon seeing how absolutely fucked out she was. Her half lidded eyes, bitten lips, sweaty skin- it was truly a sight. He kissed her, over and over, wanting nothing more than to experience the pressure of her mouth on his.

As he kept his lips on hers, he began tugging down the top of her dress to reveal her strapless bra, one of his hands moved underneath her back, his fingers toying with the clasp of her bra before snapping it open. His fingers inched the thick fabric away, the pads of his fingers grazing along her bare chest. “I’m surprised it took you so long to get that off,” She snickered, “Thought you’d wanna see my boobs first thing,” Lando felt a wave of shame rush over him, drowning in embarrassment of her comment.

He puffed hot air up onto his top lip, a slight snarl twisting his lips. “Is that how I make you feel? Like all I want from you is your body?” His tone was harsh, piercing her skin and leaving a mark. Her expression shifted from her drunken daze to somewhat more alert. The sting behind his tone was solely just a cover for his genuine hurt, unbeknownst to her.

“No, no, Lans..” Her hand cupped his cheek, her voice softening as she said it. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it like that at all,” She angled for a kiss, receiving one almost immediately as he was an absolute sucker for an apology kiss. “If anything that’s more me, I was the one begging for you earlier,” That soothed his nerves, his mood switching back to aiming for pleasure.

He sat back on his heels as she shuffled her legs closer to her, her knees bending up towards the ceiling while still straightened enough to allow them to keep their eye contact. Lando bit his bottom lip, a cheeky grin sneaking out through it. “Sex?” He finally asked, watching her expression turn to match his.

She leaned forward, hands tangling up in the fabric of his button up. Within seconds it had joined her panties somewhere flung mindlessly across the floor. Her fingers massaged into the groves of his back muscles, relishing in how each one ripples with each sudden movement he makes.

His fingers clasped around the zip of her dress, pulling it down tantalisingly slowly. With each bit of skin that was further revealed, his lips peppered kisses down her body. Her eyes fluttered shut, lost in the pleasure and an overwhelming feeling of ‘ oh god, finally’. As she felt the last of her dress removed and likely joined the other discarded clothes, Lando let out a short breath of exhilaration.

His nose nudged her neck, lips focused on her collarbones. “Open your eyes,” He grumbled, his thumbs kneading into her waist. “Want you to see this, pretty thing,” Her eyelids were heavier than ever so opening them felt like a chore.

A flush of wetness streamed straight to her core as she felt him rocking his hips against her cunt. With a flurry of hands and mouths on eachother, she tucked her fingers into his boxer’s waistband and shoved them down, his hardened cock smacking up to hit his stomach.

Her eyes practically turned black as her pupils grew beyond a size Lando deemed possible. “Happy?” A finger slid back inside her like it had been before, moving in and out before realising she’s definitely ready enough for a second one.

“Horny,” His free hand tightened in place over her hips, lifting up to help his digits reach further into her. He ignored her clit, wanting her to finish for a second time when he was actually inside her.

The head of his cock was reddened and had drops of pre-cum lining all over it. He removed his fingers from inside of her, met with a groan of discomfort, and moved that hand to wrap around his aching shaft. “I needa fuck you right now,” Lando grumbled, his hand stroking his throbbing cock a few times before meeting her eyes, seeing only pure lust and want.

His hands gripped her legs, pulling them apart and locking them to wrap around his waist. One hand returned back to his dick, guiding it into her dripping hole. A gasp was punched from her throat as he got close to bottoming out. She was full, insanely full, as if he was to leave right then she wouldn’t have been a complete woman without him inside her.

Admittedly, there was definitely a fair amount of pain that accompanies the intrusion, but it doesn’t come close to the overwhelming pleasure. “Colour?” His voice was thick as he moved in and out of her with renewed energy.

“Green,”

Lando went faster and deeper.

“Greener,” Her expression was dazed and dopey as she looked up at him, her lips lax as she tried to express that she wanted kisses while he ruined her.

He didn’t get the hint, just pushed her legs further up and went quicker.

He finished first and she followed quickly after. He collapsed on top of her in an exhausted pile of a mess, his breathing heavy and manual. “That was so fucking good,” Her eyes trailed up to the ceiling, a sort of emptiness filling the void. She wished he would shut up as he kept rambling on about how pretty she was and how perfect tonight had been. Post sex clarity set in, and hit hard.

Because not only did she just hook up with an f1 driver in a random country, that driver was the man that had been her best friend for years and was a known manwhore. “I love you,” He mumbled, his hand playing with her hair. “Always have, for fucking years I’ve loved you” She didn’t hear him though, his mouth muffled with a blanket in front of it and her ears covered by her pillow.

He fell asleep with his body half on top of her, his arm draped across her chest. Of course he wasn’t the type to practise aftercare. She wiggled out from underneath him, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion and the desperate need for sleep. As soon as her feet hit the plush cushioning of the carpet and the city lights of Singapore nightlife illuminated her face, she realised the grim mistake she’d made.

So with that, she picked her bra and underwear up off the floor, nicking a pair of his smallest shorts and an oversized McLaren hoodie, wrapped herself up in those clothes and headed downstairs to the lobby, calling a taxi to her own account despite how the receptionist said the charge could go to the room she’d stayed in- to Lando.

Even though he had plenty of money to his name and on his card, and how a fifteen dollar taxi would hardly be noticed- she didn’t want to feel an obligation to him to pay him back for this. She needed clarity and space, and feeling like she owed him wouldn’t allow that.

With a quick text sent to him, ‘ thanks for tonight, don’t think we should do it again,’ she stepped into her taxi and headed to her own hotel, showering his touch off under scalding water.

The next morning when he woke up tangled in a heap of blankets and pillow, he noticed how cold and empty the bed was. “Love?” His voice thick with sleep, his arms aimlessly reaching for her. They hit nothing though, he was alone in his bed.

He sat up in a panic, every single moment from the night before remembered exactly. Dancing at the club, his drink in her mouth, the look in her eyes. Back at the hotel, his hands undressing her, their mouths attached to each other’s with undoubtable passion. Him buried inside her, how she’d sounded, how gorgeous she’d looked underneath him.

He’d fucking told her he loved her. And now she was gone.

The now cold bed sheets wound tighter around his body, the false feeling of an embrace not nearly enough to heal the hurt.

~ part 2 ~

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dayichor · 3 months ago

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TOLERATE IT, anthony bridgerton

eight; days of peace

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wp; blueichor / ao3; daybluems

Days without Anthony are quiet, soft, and stress-free.

She wakes up to the slender hands of sunlight poking her through curtains, not Anthony loudly shuffling about at the crack of dawn. She eats breakfast on the balcony—freshly toasted bread scarfed down within seconds, crumbs all over, warm honey dripping down her lips as the tea is drunk in fervour—yet there is no hurry, no worry to appear perfect and composed. It is devoid of Anthony's constant snide jabs at her. She soaks in lavender bathwater until her fingers prune, until the deep scent is permanently woven into her skin.

Days at Aubrey Hall offer a quiet luxury Emma never knew she needed.

She is basking in the sunlight, eyes closed, in the garden when Lily interrupts her, "My Lady," She smiles, "What would you like to do after lunch?"

Emma hums in thought, eyes closing again. Yesterday, she had visited the town candlemaker and tried carving candles with him. The day before, she had helped the librarian organise the books. Today— "I do not know, Lily, what would you recommend?"

"There is a lake not too far from the estate. Would you like to have a picnic lunch?"

She smiles in delight, "Wonderful! Have the carriage and food prepared—We shall—"

"Oh, My Lady, I'm afraid the trail there is too narrow for a carriage—we have to ride horses."

Oh. "Perhaps I set my sights too far, Lily. I do not know how to ride horses."

Lily's eyes saddened. She had watched her Lady be stifled, neglected, and mocked for over a year. She would do whatever she could to fulfil even the smallest of her mistress' desires. She deserved it, after all.

"You could learn, My Lady! The stableboy can teach you!"

The fresh smell of manure mixed with hay hits Emma's nose as they walk into the stables, making her wrinkle her nose instantly.

"Lady Bridgerton!" She turns to face the owner of the voice, tall, tanned and arms full of hay, "Lily told me you would be coming—I'm Thomas, the stablehand. You wish to take a horse for your picnic?"

"I certainly do wish to. But I have never ridden—though I do hope to learn."

The lesson does not go smoothly.

Thomas leads out a chocolate brown mare, docile and calm, but the moment Emma tries to mount it, her skirts make her lose her balance and wobble to the floor.

"It's those frilly skirts, madam," Thomas sighs, though it is with a grin.

"Well, what am I to do? I do not have breeches like you!"

"...I could lend you a pair of mine." His words are soft, almost uncertain. But Emma does not catch the underlying hesitance embedded in it. She gleefully claps her hands, "Perfect! I shall be a master rider in no time."

Emma rises from the stable side room in Thomas' breeches— rolled several times at the bottom and cinched at the waist with a makeshift scarf belt. "Well?" She raises an eyebrow, "This okay?"

Thomas' eyes flick to her before busying himself with the saddles, "Much better," He clears his throat, "You shall be able to ride with much more ease, Madam."

Wearing breeches, unfortunately, did not magically improve one's riding ability.

Even after numerous attempts to ride, all Emma can manage is to mount the horse without falling off.

"This won't do," he sighs, "I'm afraid you are not practised enough to ride the horse, Lady Bridgerton."

Her eyes dim, "I suppose the picnic has to be delayed, yes?"

"Not—not necessarily," he clears his throat, "If you had someone to direct you—"

"Lily!" Emma suddenly remembers, "I could merely ride with her!"

Thomas blinks then stammers awkwardly— "But she is not an expert—if something were to go wrong— who would take care of it—"

"Thomas is right, Madam," Lily suddenly appears at the stable doors, picnic basket swinging from the crook of her arm, "I only know the basics of riding, it would be far safer if he guided you—isn't that so, Thomas?"

He immediately nods in agreement, and Emma has no choice but to laugh.

While Lily rides ahead to prepare the spot for the picnic, Thomas helps her mount again and jumps on behind her. He gives the reins a swift snap— and the horse breaks into a gallop.

And Emma screams.

"GOOD GOD! Slow down!" She clutches his arms as she squeals, and he laughs, though he does gentle his pace.

"Look around, My Lady! Have you ever been so high up from the ground?"

It is only then that Emma opens her eyes, and takes in her surroundings. The slow pace let the wind flit across her skin instead of shoving her, and Thomas' steady arms let her enjoy it without fear of falling off.

They finally reach the lake, and he has to lift Emma by the waist to dismount her. She immediately rushes to take off her shoes and socks and dip her feet in the cool water.

Thomas only remembers to look away when Lily glares at him.

"My Lady, you should eat before the food warms."

"Thomas, come eat with us!"

He gives Lily a hesitant look at Emma's words.

"...There is more than enough food. It might go to waste otherwise."

Lunch is eaten with the ripples from fallen leaves in the lake as entertainment and trees as shade.

"I wish to learn to ride," Emma hums between bites, "You must teach me, Thomas—I have been scrambling to fill my days here. This is the perfect opportunity."

"Of course, My Lady! If you'll have me!"

After a wonderful day outdoors, filled with stories of childhood, laughter and cooling feet in the lake, it was time to return.

When Emma sits down for dinner after her nightly bath, an envelope is placed in front of her.

"There is a letter, Lady Bridgerton, from Mayfair."

Her eyes darken as she reads Anthony's name on the paper, and tears it open without grace.

Dear Emma, It has been weeks. Everyone misses you, especially Mother and the children. It was a surprise that you decided to stay at Aubery Hall so last notice, yet I hope you find everything satisfactory there. I shall apologise to you a hundred times over for my foolishness, and thank you a thousand times more for your help with the photographs. The family has started to whisper about your absence—so has the ton. All of this can be done or remedied—only if you return to your home. I apologise for making you feel as if it was not. Please, Emma. Come home. Love, Your Husband, Anthony Bridgerton.

"...Fetch me my stationary, Lily. I shall reply this instant."

✑─────

When the footman had presented Emma's reply to his letter on the silver platter, Anthony had nearly dove for it. His fingers trembled as he cut it open, let them graze the inky lines penned in her fine handwriting.

Lord Bridgerton, Thank you for your apologies and gratitude. Please convey my regards to the family, and tell them that I too, miss them. Life here at Aubrey Hall is nothing like I expected. It is a breath of fresh air—away from all that has hurt me. The ton, my father, you. I do not wish to cut this happiness of mine short. To be frank, I do not see myself returning in the near future. Since tasting this life, I cannot go back to tasting the bitterness there. Apologies are not enough to compensate for all you have caused me, My Lord. It does not even come close. Regards, Lady Bridgerton

Anthony wishes to scream, wishes to crumple the letter and chuck it into the fire. Yet he cannot dispose of the only remnant of Emma he still has in his hands. He settles for kissing the paper, mumbling apologies with his half-empty bottle of liquor gleaming in the firelight.

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 3 months ago

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hello mr. sex witch. 100% ok to discard if this is inappropriate or out of your wheelhouse. i love my husband very much and feel very safe with him, but i tend to dissociate pretty bad when trying to have sex. like, full on my soul leaving my body and floating a few steps away from it. it’s really distressing and makes me feel terrible because it makes me want sex less, which makes my husband feel like i must not be attracted to him or love him and i feel like an awful spouse.

i’m in therapy already, but it’s one of the hardest things for me to talk about with another person. it makes me feel dirty and shameful and disgusting every time i try. i love my therapist and have been seeing her for around 4 years now, but i just want to leap out of my skin anytime our sessions go anywhere near my relationship to sex, and i have a hard time even using correct anatomical terms to refer to my body parts when talking to her about it. i usually just slip into vagueries like “down there” or “that part” or “that area.” my mouth and throat dry up otherwise.

not at all asking you to diagnose me with anything, but i was wondering if there happen to be any good self-help resources you know of for moving past this? the things i have found in the past 10-ish years or so often feel sort of like “just look at yourself in the mirror and jerk off more and then one day you’ll magically get over it in one fell swoop,” and that’s never really felt like anything but dismissal to me. (i also acknowledge that i could be misreading the tone of some of these stories and guides because i’m coming at them from a place of pain and fear. may very well not be their fault.)

if you don’t have anything for something like this it’s okay, i don’t want to be annoying or a burden. you just seem really knowledgable and i thought maybe would know of something or other. if not it’s totally fine, i hope you’re having a nice day. thanks for your time reading this.

hi anon,

I want to be very delicate here, because I'm broadly opposed to offering diagnoses here especially when it's in an area that's very outside my realm of knowledge, and I really appreciate that you aren't asking me for a diagnosis.

having said that: virtually everything you're describing here, from the consistent dissociation to the physical distress response you experience when trying to talk about sex, sounds very much like a trauma response. I absolutely agree that most of the resources you've been finding likely aren't suitable to be helpful for you, because they're aimed at people who are feeling a little insecure in their body and not someone who has a deeply rooted distress response.

it sounds like the most well-equipped person to help you tackle this is a trauma-informed therapist. I obviously don't know anything about the therapist you see now, and I'm sure she's been able to help you in other ways, but it seems like you're having a hard time cracking this particular matter with her to make any positive change in the direction you want. if trauma isn't an area where she's able to work with patients, I think it may be very worth your while to consult someone more specialized to help you address this specifically.

I know that all by itself this isn't really an answer, almost certainly not the one you were hoping for, and is only a suggestion of more work and emotional difficulty for you, in addition to the potential costs of finding a second mental healthcare provider. I am sincerely sorry about that. I wish there was an easier solution I could provide, and I wish you the best of luck.

#sex edventures 2025

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wonton4rang · 1 year ago

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pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, rough sex, spitting, and idk lmk if i missed something.

summary: bnd legal line mtl (most to least) to rough sex.

note: this had to be discussed and i can't go to sleep without doing so !!!

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sungho; even though it wouldn't be his go to type of sex, he would do it more often than you'd think, taking you from behind while he held your neck with one hand and held your arms in your back with the other, he would moan in your ear, pressing his body more onto yours and making you feel so full while your cheek pressed against the cold wall. he would tell you how good you feel and his hips would be accelerating their pace before he came inside of you, showing some possessiveness he usually didn't have. i also strongly believe he would have a small/ recurrent strength kink.

riwoo; he's a wild card tbh, i can't seem to read him that well when it comes to sex or maybe i am not paying attention, but i do think he could have his days, switching from cowgirl to doggy style, his hand having a grip in your hair and you almost crying out on how hard he was fucking you. it felt good, specially because it was a weird thing to happen during sex w u two, it made you excited and it made him feel bigger when he handled you like that. pulling out to come in your ass is the ultimate thing he would do to show his "dominant" side. and btw, you know about dancer stamina right? cause if you always did two rounds, you'll do at least four of five before he lets you go today.

jaehyun; myungjae has such a whiny voice and a hyper and sweet personality that we all the time see him as a mere sub but oh, let me tell you that he can also be very rough when it comes to fucking you. i feel like he would be drinking with you or just very happy and horny when he tells you about this thing he wants to try, it was basically him overpowering you and yes please!! he would hold your legs open with his hands on your thighs, pressing them down and watching how his dick gets lost each time he pounds into your soaked pussy, i can definitely see him lowering one of his hands so he could play with your clit and maybe even insert his thumb with his cock in your pussy. telling you how dirty you looked taking his dick and finger into your pussy like a slut, dirty talk would be his thing 100%

taesan; i just know he is messy and i don't make the rules!!! he would grab your hair, spit in your mouth with a grin on his lips and fuck you so fast and rough you can barely think straight. he would fuck you in missionary because he needs to see your face, he needs to feel you close and he certainly needs to be able to spit in your mouth after slapping your face once or twice. he ain't much of a talker but he would let smalls "so pretty, so hot" that would give you a hint on how good he is feeling, as if his moans and the way his dick twitched inside of you were not enough. i don't think it'll be a reccurent thing tho, he is probably more into regular sex rather than rough but he has a HUGE size kink that takes over every once in a while.

leehan; and the prize to the messiest mf goes toooooo, hear me ouuuuut. every time he went up to you and told you he was horny and needed to fuck you, you just knew what was coming (asides from u two yk) you regularly got on top of him and ride his dick but when his hands gripped your hips and he dropped you on the bed just so he could straddle in the back of your thighs and fuck you in prone bone??? you were quite literally fucked, he wouldn't show mercy on you, fucking you fast and hard, so deep that it even made you shake each time the tip of his cock hit your cervix. that until he layed you on your back, slapping your pussy after spitting on it, he is so dirty and you can tell he is enjoying it way too much when he smiled at you before slamming his hips against yours once again.

overall, taking into consideration the frequency with the one i think it'd happen, for this one i think I'll go:

MOST.

leehan. not a surprise.

sungho. he is actually really close to leehan's place tbh. not because he would like rough sex itself but he just likes the dominant part of it, how strong he feels during it.

jaehyun. iykyk, he can be cute but he is a man after all, and he is also a very energetic person so he would fold you a thousand times and come back for more.

taesan. i personally think he would enjoy it A LOT but it's just that his personality doesn't show this eager desire of rough sex :') i've said it before but i don't think he is really into sex in general and he does gives off vibes of being more in a "calm" side so yeah.

riwoo. almost same as taesan's, but i also think it's because he is a submissive person so it wouldn't be something very reccurent.

LEAST.

what do y'all think?

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 8 months ago

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Lucifer x Reader - A Gift For You (NSFW)

A drabble based on @the-other-soup’s birthday gift to me (I’m so sorry you got age restricted because of it 😭😭😭)

Lucifer was nearly inconsolable after he came home late after he promised a date night; work at the hotel tied him up more than he initially thought

You kept insisting that it was alright and that you understood his work was important; but he was adamant about making it up to you!

The poor thing wouldn’t take “no” for an answer; so eventually you conceded

But what you didn’t expect to see when you walked into your bedroom the next night was a very naked Lucifer tied to the headrest with a lovely red ribbon

“Lucifer? What uhh…what is this? I mean, not that I’m upset! But this certainly is a…very nice surprise.~”

The angel chuckled lightly. “I promised that I would make it up to you, didn’t I? Well…this is my apology! Unless you don’t want-“

”No, no! I do! But what’s with the bow?”

”I think it’s only fair that you get to do whatever you desire since I wasn’t able to keep my promise. I am at your mercy, my love.~”

“So…I can do anything?~”

Lucifer swallowed hard, giving you a nervous smile. “Y-Yes, anything. It’s the least I can do! And I’ll remain bound until you say otherwise.”

You smiled at him sweetly and leaned down to kiss him gently on the lips

“Such a good boy for me~,” you praised him, “I think you deserve a treat~.”

In no time, you stripped naked and hovered your needy pussy over your lover’s eager face

“Eat up, Luci.~”

You lowered yourself down onto his face slowly, making sure not to overwhelm him…At least not yet!

Lucifer wasted no time licking your folds like a man starved, moaning into your wet folds, his tongue prodding your entrance

You had to grip the headrest a bit tighter than normal; Lucifer’s hands usually gripped your hips but this time you wanted to make him work for it

Regardless, Lucifer’s tongue was just as skillful even without his hands to hold you steady; he knew exactly how to push you over the edge

You came in almost no time at all, your juices flowing down his chin as he tried to clean you up as much as he could

You looked behind you to see his cock now standing at full mast, precum leaking from the tip

“Thank you, baby,~” you cooed. “Let’s keep going shall we? But I’ll need a few things first.~”

You dug through your drawer and pulled out a few things to make this night a little more fun; a cock ring, a bullet vibrator, and a bottle of lube

Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat when he saw what you had brought over; he knew he was in for it now

You slipped the cock ring on him first, making sure he couldn’t cum anytime soon; he whined as you pumped his cock a few times just to tease him

You kissed the tip, giving it a small little kitten lick to clean up what had already spilled out of him

“Spread your legs for me, hon, just relax.~”

The king nodded his head and did as you asked, his breath shaky and unsteady

After placing some line on your fingers, you pried open his his right ass, stretching it and making sure he was prepped for the other toy you wanted to play with

After a little bit, you retracted your fingers and replaced them with the small vibrator, setting it at a medium pace

Lucifer’s hips bucked up involuntarily at the new stimulation his body was receiving, soft cries escaping his throat

“You know the safe word, right Luci?~”

“I-I do…” he whimpered,

“Use it if you need to, sweetie.”

You made your way back on top of him as easily sunk down on his strained cock

You shifted you hips lethargically at first, pulling the cutest whimpers and moans from the devil underneath you

You used his cock like your own personal toy, fucking yourself on it till you came hard around him; your pulsing walls pushed Lucifer to his breaking point!

"F-FUCK, PLEASE! Please love...let me hold you...please, I-I'll do anything! Anything you want, j-just...just let me go!"

His pitiful pleas pulled at your heart strings; you didn't want to leave him unsatisfied

As soon as you untied the bow, his hands flew to your hips in the blink of an eye, his nails digging into your skin

"Ah ah, behave now, Luci,~" you reprimanded. "The ring stays on, the vibe stay on, understand?~"

A small pathetic whine escaped his throat, but he nodded nonetheless

He began to move your body, impaling you on his cock as if you weighed nothing; you knew he couldn't cum and yet it was as if he didn't care

All he wanted was your pleasure

One of his hands flew to your clit, rubbing it in tandem with his harsh thrusts as his mind was overloading from the pleasure he was being denied

Small tears began to prick his eyes as he relentlessly bucked his hips up into you over and over until you came for a third time, squeezing his aching cock

It was near torture

But you smiled as you began to catch your breath from your last high, slowly removing yourself from him

"N-No! Please come back! I-"

Before he could beg anymore, you removed his cock ring for him, finally freeing his engorged length

"You were so good for me, Lucifer. I just need on last thing from you.~"

You mounted him again, slowing easing down on his cock once more

"I want you to fill me to the brim. Can you do that for me?~"

"Y-Yes! Yes, thank you, love, t-thank you!" Lucifer exclaimed.

Needless to say, your cunt was leaking his massive load in no time as he spilled his hot angelic seed into you not even a minute later

You crashed on top of him, desperately trying to regulate your breathing

"Good boy, Luci. Thank you for the gift, I love it.~ And I love you.~"

"I love you more, my angel.~"

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #that drawing is still bouncing around my head like the DVD logo on a tv screen…#take this late night smut!

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ninthskzmember · 1 year ago

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Sharing is Caring. Part III

Lee Know x reader x Bang Chan (Pt 1.) (Pt 2.)

warnings: smut. smut. smut. and more smut. petnames too. and unprotected sex. word count: 3,2k (I got carried away) an: and with that... the Sharing is Caring season comes to an end... Goodnight. (please don't forget to reblog and like <3). Not proofread

Requests are open! :)

You were so used to your boyfriend's lips that kissing Bang Chan was a whole new experience.

His big lips, soft as feathers, made you feel like you were in heaven. His gentle tongue was playing with yours as his hands threw you further against him and his growing bludge.

"You sure about this?" He whispered in your ear, making you get goosebumps.

"Of course I am." You tried to devour his lips again, but he pulled away abit.t

"Once we're into it, I don't think I'll be able to stop, doll face."

"It's okay, Chris; my partner is Minho, if you don't recall."

"I'm not Minho," an almost scary grin came out of his face.

"Hyung, she said she didn't think she could handle Kim Seungmin," Minho informed funny from the couch in the room.

"Oh, so, Kim Seungmin?" He looked at you.

"She said that, and she chose him at first."

"Owh," he said, making a sarcastic face. "Was I not your first choice?"

"She squirted for the first time ever when I told her about you fucking her deep inside." Your boyfriend was setting up the fire between the two of you.

"Baby girl squirted from the thought of me inside her?" Your breath started to be uneven. He barely even touched you, and you could already feel your panties soaked.

"Lee Minho, I told you. You can't interfere." You looked at your boyfriend sprawled on the couch with his gray sweats and white shirt.

"Oh?" Chan looked surprised. "So it's just you and me?"

"Baby, what did you tell him?"

"I think I said something about a threesome." He looked everywhere but at you.

"So, Oppa, great news to you: We're not having a threesome. Minho just thinks he'd like to see me getting fucked," you smiled at the older one. "So it's just your dick and my pussy… and our mouths too."

"And your hands," your boyfriend added.

"Yeah, and our hands." You nodded.

"No, not hands." Chan took your wrists above your head and pinned you up against the wall.

"Say please?" You joked, but you were actually flustered by his sudden movements.

Chan started working on your neck. Again, it felt different, but you didn't dislike it. It was like changing the routine a bit. Maybe you'd do this with a few other members.

"Chris," you let out a moan the moment you felt his hard cock touch your drenched core.

"You like it?" He let out a cocky smile while looking at you for a few seconds. "I certainly like the hickeys your boyfriend left on your neck. I might leave my own."

"Yes, please," you said, moving your hips, looking for some friction and pleasure.

He kissed you again. A wet, messy kiss. Not like the ones before, this one actually made you realize what you were about to do.

You looked at your boyfriend, scanning the scene carefully. Yes, he had lust in his eyes, but you could also perceive a light amount of jealousy.

"Baby," you called Minho. "You okay?"

"Yes love. Keep on," he said, moving a bit, still giving his full attention to the moment in front of him.

Your body wanted to keep going, but your mind was still wrapped around Lee Know's sight.

You started to get a little clumsy with your movements, and Chris looked at you for a brief second, seeing you eyeing your partner. He turned around and looked at him too, calling him with his eyes as he let go of your wrists.

With no words spoken, Minho stood up and walked towards you both.

"Kitten, it's okay, really." He caressed your shoulder. "I was the one who brought this up; I'm okay with it. I know what's going on in your mind."

"I just… feel guilty," you said as Chan moved a bit away from you.

"Baby, don't be." He took you by your waist and wrapped you in a wild embrace. "If you don't want to do it, it's okay; I'm sure Hyung will understand."

Chan just nodded in silence—kind of uncomfortable, actually—and it's understandable since his dick was fucking strangling in his clothes.

"I want to," you nodded along, looking at both men in front of you. "I just want you by my side," you directed your world towards Minho, and he agreed, letting out a sassy smile.

Chan took position again right in front of you and kissed your cheek softly, making a road down towards your neck and then up again to end kissing your lips.

Minho moved you away from the wall, placing himself behind you and reassuring you by placing kisses on your neck.

"You like how Hyung is kissing you?" He whispered in your ear, "Think about how you'd feel when he eats you up."

By inertia, your butt pressed against his—of course, already hard—dick, and you heard him chuckle. “You said I'd have to beg, yet here you are, pressing your ass on my cock, kitten."

You moaned quietly in between kissing Chris, whom you took by his big biceps and pushed to the mattress.

You climbed onto him, your legs at each side of his hips, and took a seat right on top of his now semi-hard penis. You smiled at the older man and bitted your own lower lip a bit, taking an imaginary picture of him in that position, in that moment.

"You can guide me, sweetheart. I love giving pleasure," you whispered close to Chan's face. "Tell me what you like; tell me what you don't." You moved your hips a bit, experimentally, and he let out a small groan.

Minho pleased himself behind you again, standing. He took your hips and pressed you downward while you moved just a little bit faster, making your arousal stain not only your leggins but also Chan's pants.

"Fuck" the three of you cursed at the same time.

"It's so hot when you do that," said your boyfriend from behind, where it was easy to see the wet patch on his hyung's pants.

"When I do what, baby?" You let out the sluttiest voice you ever heard from yourself, looking at him with your fuck-me eyes.

"You just" he took a breath "You just stained Hyung's pants."

Chris looked down, and his grip became tighter on your thighs.

"That's it" Chan groaned and sat up, taking you by your back to lay you on the mattress. "You go there and sit," Chris demanded to Minho, who did what was told.

"You're so wet, and I barely touched you, baby girl." He pecked you and practically ripped your shirt out, kissing your chest above your bra and your belly.

Started playing with the elastic on your leggings, kissing and biting right above it.

"Chris, please," you moaned.

"Look at you, being all disrespectful just because you're horny," he smiled up at you. "We're not that close for you to call me Chris," he slapped your thigh, and another groan left your body. "Try again."

"Chan, please, I need you." You let out a whine, and he chuckled.

"Nicer, but still not what I'm looking for," he said, pressing a soft kiss on your clothed core.

"Please, please, please." You tried to keep his face in your pussy with your thighs, to which he laughed and stopped you with his hands.

"What do you want, sweety?"

"I want you to touch me, taste me, fuck me," you whined again, moving your hips in the air. He pushed you against the mattress.

"That sounds amazing," he said, taking the elastic of your leggings and pulling them off with a smirk.

You were left with just your black lingerie, and you swore Chris could make his own lip bleed from the force he was biting it with.

"Like what you see?" You smiled. "Wish you could have me anytime you want, huh?" You pressed your arms together, squishing your boobs, and he was practically drooling and nodding.

"Too bad" Your boyfriend made a silly remark, and you smiled at his voice but didn't look at him.

You took the older boy from his shirt, pulling him closer into a kiss. He took it off, and you could feel yourself getting breathless at the view of this man from where you were. You clenched around nothing, watching him flex his muscles to make the movement.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist now, making him closer, and then turning him around. Wasting no time, you took his stained pants off.

All that he was wearing now were his black boxers, and damn did he look hot in those. His dickens were twitching under your hand, and the fabric was practically screaming to be relased.

You got on your knees, taking the last piece of clothing from his body, leaving Chris with nothing but his lust on the bed.

It was the prettiest dick you've ever seen—after Minho's, obviously. His tip was leaking just for you to taste, and you just did what you've not ironically done way too many times before.

The second you tasted his fluid and sucked on him, a loud moan was heard in the room. You made eye contact with the culprit with his dick still in your mouth, and he took you by your hair and nodded.

You sucked his dick like it was the most delicious thing you've ever tasted, and he was frightened not to cum so soon.

"Fuck, y/n," he breathed loudly. "I don't want to cum yet."

"Cum, babe, I want to fully taste you," you answered while still bombing his member. "Your dick is so pretty."

You took him as deep as you could in your throat, gagging around him to trigger his orgasm.

"Oh my fucking god" he sounded desesperated. All the moaning coming from his mouth only made you still clench around air, rubbing your clitoral against your heel. "I'm coming, I'm coming, babe, I'm coming." He whined again and held your head against him as he relaxed his cum inside your throat, letting you suck and taste every little drop.

Once you felt his grip loose, you smiled and looked at him with a smile on your face.

"What?" he asked, smiling the same way you did.

You didn't even say a word; you just took out your tongue and showed almost all his cum there. You could literally see how his eyes sparkled and then got dark the second you swallowed it all without even a flinch.

"Come here," he ordered, and you laid on the bed. He took out your bra as if he had a master in that.

He knew you had sensitive boobs; he talked about it with Minho when this topic came up. His member told him how much you love getting your nipples sucked and played with, so that's just what Chan did. He was sucking so sweetly and gently on your boobs that you forgot about everything.

Again, you wrapped your legs around him and brought him closer. His now flacid dick is rubbing against your completely wet pussy.

"Oh, god," you heard him moan in your boob, making you let out a cheeky smile. "Mate, is she always so hot?" the man asked your boyfriend, and after a while, you looked at him.

Minho was all messed up. In his eyes was pure lust, completely dark. He was all sweaty, and his hair was glued to his forehead. His shirt lifted just enough to see a wet spot in his gray pants.

"Babe, did you cum in your pants?" You smiled while looking at his crotch.

"In my defense, I was pretty good until you started deepthroating him," he excused himself, and you laughed out loud.

"Imagine when he's got me in all fours and fucking me deep inside from behind." You winked at your man but, actually, turned both of them on again.

"You liked that thought, huh?" Chan captured your attention again. "You clenched, baby girl. I felt it," he said, and he started kissing you again after a while.

He reached down with one hand and started circling your clit delicately.

"Oh shit," you groaned at the touch.

"You like that?"

"Yes," you breathed out.

"You like that, huh?" he smiled at you knowingly.

"Yes, daddy," you quoted Felix, and a loud scream from Minho took place in the room.

"Un-fucking-believable" He gasped, "She doesn't even call me daddy."

"Because, mate, that's me." As soon as he said the last word, not only did he slide one finger inside you, but two.

You were obviously wet enough to take it, but the loud moan you let out left both men in silence. "Chan, please." You started pleading again.

"Wrong again, princess," he said, taking one out.

"Daddy, please," you said, moving your hips towards him and your head against the pillow.

"That's more like it," he smiled, taking off your pants with his other hand. He reached down and started eating you up.

If his kisses on your upper lips made you feel like you were in heaven, the feeling of him eating your pussy sent you through heaven, hell, space, and beyond.

You weren't able to hear, see, or feel anything else than the pleasure he was making you feel right now. In your ears, there was only white noise, and you couldn't bring yourself to anything.

He was eating your cunt like it was his last meal, while his nose kept rubbing your clit. The next thing you know, you're shaking with his face in between your thighs. He introduced two fingers again, touching your sweet spot from inside, and there it was, squirting all over the bed once again.

"Oh my fucking god, babe," Minho said in a high-pitched voice.

"That's so fucking hot, y/n," he said as he kept fingering you through the last of your high.

Once it was done, you just laid there, catching your breath for a minute.

"You're perfect" Chan said by your side, moving the hairs that were glued to your face, "You're so yummy, I'd eat you anytime."

"Too bad," Lee Know repeated, and you laughed again while looking at him.

"What is your dick doing out?" You asked him, raising your eyebrow, "That was not part of the deal." You weakly got up and walked towards him.

"I just, babe, I…"

"No, Lee Minho," you said, sitting right on top of him, moving your hips delicately since you were still sensitive from the orgasm. "You're in so much trouble now," you said, rubbing your lips together.

Chris was looking at both of you and analyzing whether watching instead of participating was as interesting for him as it was for Minho.

"How many times did you come?" you asked.

"Two," he answered, "once in my pants, and then when you got all high-pitchy and moany."

"And that's not fair for me or for your Hyung; you know that, right?" You asked and started kissing his neck, at the exact points where you know it drives him insane.

"You're making me hard again," he said, avoiding the question.

"I know that," you answered quickly.

"I'm not begging."

"Then don't" You kissed him passionately as he grabbed your waist and guided you through your ride.

While your man was busy with your kiss, you called Christopher with your hand to walk over to you both.

You took Minho's dick and placed it in your entrance, almost sliding in, and moved like that a few times. He looked at you with the most deadly look he ever gave you.

"Oh, I'm sorry, babe," you smiled and slided him inside you, but just the tip and then got him out again.

"Don't make me pin you down, kitten," he said, grabbing his own dick and aligning it with your pussycat.

You smiled and got up, taking Lee's wrists on top of his head and leaning over to him, letting Chris have you all for himself.

He did not doubt himself once and slid himself inside you.

A brand new feeling, a brand new stretch.

"Oh my god, you're huge," you moaned as your boy's friend Dick was getting inside.

"I've been told," he said, a bit out of breath. "You're so tight."

"I've been told," you said this time.

"Wait a minute; she stretches really well."

"You shut your mouth," you said between teeth. "Move; you feel so nice inside, Daddy."

Minho flexed his muscles, looking you straight in the eye. You really never called him that.

"Oh god, babe, he's making me feel so good," you said while Chris started pounding you from behind, making your boobs jump in front of Minho's face.

You started letting out every single sound you wanted to make, knowing that your boyfriend gets turned on by them.

Soon, between nasty words, moans, and a bit of 'accidentally' rubbing Minho's dick with your legs, you could hear him moaning with you two.

"Chris, daddy, I'm close. Don't stop," you whined, and he kept doing exactly what he was doing.

"Jagi," your boyfriend called you, and you hardly opened your eyes to look at him with a pleading look.

"I can't, Lee Know, he's making me feel so good; it's going to take way more from you to let him go."

Chris slid his hand on your throat and pressed just enough for you to feel an electric wave through your body. And you did the same thing to the one who was sitting, hearing a groan from him and feeling a buzz in the palm of your hand.

"We need to be even," you said out of nowhere. "Just let me cum once more, babe." It was your sub-side talking shit; you were so used to being under Minho's control that you were asking permission to come again.

"I'm going to cum," Chan said, moaning, breathless.

"Come inside," you said, pulling your hips backwards.

"Y/n, I don't think… I…" he stuttered.

"Please, daddy, please, please." You kept repeating it and pulling your hips

"Fuck," he let out a big groan, and you felt it. You felt his warm cum fill you up, and you felt how it was so much more than what you swallowed.

"Oh my god." You rolled your eyes. "A bit more, please," you whined, and he kept moving inside you and touching your clit just to make you explode again.

You slid Chan's cock out of you just to penetrate yourself with your boyfriend, making him feel how hard and tight you were clenching.

"Do it, babe, please," you whined at your boyfriend this time, and he started thrusting at you, touching your g-spot repeatedly.

"I love you so much," he said in your ear, and it was enough for you to let out all that liquid again, squirting around your boyfriend, who just kept going in and out, looking for his own release.

It only took a few seconds because your twitches were so hard and stimulative.

"I love you too," you said while he let out his cum inside you too.

The three of you lay in bed in silence for a few minutes.

"So… Kim Seungmin?" You said it quietly.

"You're NOT calling him daddy," your boyfriend said quickly, and Chan let out a laugh.

This is definitely not the last time this is going to happen.

Bonus

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mushroomates · 11 months ago

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the fellowship and if i’d punch them in the face and likelihood of me doing so:

note: i have punched people in the face exactly two (2) times in my life. once when we were kids i decked my sister on the trampoline and most recently i hit a friend in my sleep when reaching for my alarm in a dazed state. the likelihood of me punching anyone in the face, intentionally and maliciously is very, very slim.

frodo: no. if i would not punch most people and frodo is a representation of “most people” i cannot see myself punching him. also i feel as if any disagreements would be felt verbally and swiftly, and an agreement would be met rather quickly. he seems like a reasonable guy. 3/10 i do not feel as though it would happen or that if given the chance i would proceed

sam: no. is a really good friend and person. least punchable out of the hobbits and i feel like if we’d got in a fight it would end up with dirt being flung at each other not punches. worse case scenario i feel like if we really got into it it would be passive aggressive or cast-iron based bludgeoning. 2/10 would not harm a hair on this man’s toes

merry: no. he has little cousin energy- i’d give him a noogie and pinch his cheeks but never sock him in the face. i could see us roughhousing and maybe even exchange blows but in the face? nah. just look at the little guy. i love his lopsided lil smirk. 4/10 limited fisticuffs, nothing serious

pippin: yes. he seems like he needs a good face full of knuckles and who am i to deny him. especially when he was younger. i like the dude but it just seems like something that would happen. im sure gandalf would slip me a pocket full of coins after. 8/10 would clobber this fellow

legolas: yes. almost certainly. would i get shot to shit by a million arrows? oh absolutely, but that would not stop me. i’m going at that man like a balrog out of moria. i don’t know why exactly i want to punch this pretty boy so bad but i know i do. 9.5/10 would punch again

gimli: no. one of least punchable of the fellowship in my eyes- one, because he would absolutely body me if i so much as raised a hand and two because i would never. he’d have to say some pretty insane shit to even get me to consider. 1/10 no jabs ever exchanged

gandalf: maybe. it can go either way. on the one hand, he is an immortal demi god who has been through hell and back so what’s one more fist to the face- on the other hand he takes the form of a grandpa which means i’d have a harder time mentally. however i’m naturally predisposed to punching wizards so given the right opportunity, yes. 5/10 chance of slugging

aragorn: no. he’d drop kick me to valinor before i could even raise my fist. also, he just seems like a chill guy. i feel like the only possible reason id ever even consider fighting this man is if i needed to die honorably very quickly and by a noble hand or if i had a chance at winning arwens hand, like a joust for the princess of sorts. i’d still lose, though. 2/10, id absolutely miss any hit thrown his way. complete biffage.

boromir: no. i’d let this man punch me and thank him for it. he is a fundamentally like able dude. how could i harm this beautiful man, a single father of two full grown adult hobbits. i just have so much love for him in my heart that i can’t even imagine raising a hand against him. 0/10 will not lay a finger on this lovely large lad.

gollum: yes. id punt this little bastard across mordor in my sleep. unprovoked. i hate his crust nails and his black hole of a loincloth. i feel bad for him, sure, but not bad enough to stop me from giving him a good ol fashioned wallop. 12/10 im gonna beat him up with my own two handsies, precious.

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No Way Home

Prologue-3

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Warnings: ooc

"Off With Your Head!" Riddle yelled the incantation and almost instantaneously a heavy heart-shaped collar was conjured around Grim's little neck.

Kalim rubbed his neck, "Ooo- wouldn't want that happening to me ever." I remained silent.

"MYAH?! What are you doing?!" Grim was stupified, as if he fully expected himself to be able to get away with destroying all this furniture.

"The Queen of Heart's Rule 23: 'One must never bring a cat to a formal affair.' " Riddle retorted.

Who is that? The Dowager empress? Not a consort for sure...... Queen...must be a small land that she rules over..

"Your very presence here is a violation of order. You will vacate these premises immediately." Riddle demanded.

Does the Queen of Hearts fall ill in the presence of a cat? Or is it simple disdain?

"But I ain't a cat either!" Grim attempted to argue. If you looked close enough you could almost see the sadness slowly clouding his eyes. But it didn't last for long as his gaze soon became fierce and determined.

"Don't try to collar me! I'll burn it right off! " He opened his maw to its full capacity and exhaled with all his might.

But nothing came out except humid air.

"Huh...? Wh-what gives? My fire ain't workin'!" He seemed shocked but there was an underlying hint of devastation.

"Until I deign to remove that collar, you won't be using any magic. You're naught but a pet cat now." Riddle seemed quite pleased with himself. His arms crossed and his chest slightly puffed. A proud man.

" M-meoWHAT?! I ain't nobody's pet-NOTHING!" Grim was quite offended.

"Oh, you've nothing to worry about there. I certainly have no interest in having you as a pet. The collar will disappear once you're removed from campus."

The silver headed man that really didn't contribute much to this goose chase, spoke up. Showering Riddle with praise.

"Ha-HA! Good show as always, Riddle. You're signature spell locks down any magic. It's quite handy."

They seem to be quite friendly with eachother. Perhaps they're of the same ranks. Colleagues, maybe. Though, Riddle doesn't seem all too fond of him.

Something about the way he speaks sounds like he has ulterior motives.

Crow man knocked the tiles with his cane, "THROW HIM OUT! I shall spare it from being served as dinner. My, but I AM kind." but his commands seem to carry no weight.

Crickets.

" ...Someone take this away, please."

The Silver head from before instructed, a smooth hand rubbing his temples.

Everybody seems to carry a disdain for the headmage.

A boy with teal hair, like the ocean water on a sunny day, stepped up and seized Grim by his scruff.

"Nooooo! Let me gooooo! You fools better remember my name! Cause I'm gonna go down in the annals of magic history! Just you wait!" His voice faded out as he was carried away. If you looked close enough you could see the tiny beads at the edge of his waterline.

"Poor guy." Kalim mumbled from beside me.

I don't particularly share his sentiment. I can't help not feeling anything for the beast that chased me around. But it sure is a tragic thing for his dreams to be crushed in such a way. I don't give it further thought.

I walked towards crow man, bowing low, my voice hopeful. "Sir, dince you can perform magic, is there a way you could send me back home? If you would be so kind."

Crow man smiled instantaneously at my words."Yes, I AM kind. But how come? You don't want to remain here? This is the first time a student has refused enrollment." His confusion appeared to be genuine.

"Well my liege-"

"Can she really be a student here if she's a magicless normie?" That glass slate spoke, it's voice mocking. It floated over to where me and crow man were standing. Coming face to face with its headmage. Practically inches from my back.

He has basically locked me in place.

"Wouldn't that be outrageous headmaster?“

What pleasures does he get from mocking me?

How does the glass slate even qualify? I thought the requirements were to be human?? Or... at least humanoid...

I have the urge to stand up straight and project this glass slate across the podium. And I do. I don't know what seized me. Perhaps spite.

"Right you are Shroud." Crow man hums, looking away just as I stand up and yeet the thing, but it regains balance quickly and knocks the back of my head with it's... strangely metal like body?

"I'll circle back to you later." Crow man puts his hand on my shoulder, as I rub the back of my head. A snort and cackle coming from the slate of glass.

"He means nerver..." The blond man's whisper echoed from behind me.

Crow man faced the chattering students and clapped once, "Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that orientation has concluded."

Raising his hand, he gestured in the general direction of the glass slate, the blond man, the silver head, Riddle, Kalim and the lazy man.

So all of them are people in power.. WAIT THE GLASS SLATE TOO??

"Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms."

But then he frowned, "...Hm? Come to think of it, I don't see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere."

"And that surprises you? Dude's a total recluse." The lazy man drawled as he stretched and yawned as I was sweating bullets. Worried about what would happen to me for disrespecting the sentient glass.

Kalim perked up, "Wait a sec... Did anyone even invite him?"

This Draconia seems to be a prominent figure.

The blond man picked at his nails as I bit my cheeks and glared at the floor., "If you're that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself."

Kalim shrunk back, sheepish. "Maybe, but I don't know him too well either..."

"Draconia... Like, Malleus Draconia? THAT Draconia?"

"So it's true? He really does go to school here?"

"Yikes."

Mutters floated through the crowd of students.

This Draconia must be a feared individual.

"Ah. Just as I'd expected." A deep and rich voice spoke.

I turned around to put a face to the voice.

And it was hard to believe.

This man looked like a child.

He was almost as short as me...

"I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance."

I took deep breaths to calm myself as he spoke.

So Draconia is a last name. To call such a feared individual by their first name. This boy... he's close to Draconia. Which means he's also powerful.

All this powerful people surrounding me and the reality of magic existing was eating away at my composure. It has been for a while...I just didn't realize how small I felt until now.

Not a single mistake is to be made...

"But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony." The child like man breathed a sigh and shook his head, revealing strips of bright pink in a canvas of ebony.

"You have my sincerest apologies. I assure you, this oversight was in no way intended as a snub." Silver head apologized with a light bow.

"I mean, you must admit, he's not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with." Riddle attempted to justify.

The child like man didn't remain for longer to hear their excuses. "No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn't sulk about this."

Sulking? My if Draconia is a feared individual with lots of power, these people are jesters. Ways to dig your own grave.

I stood on the podium with my back to the sentient mirror as each 'housewarden' escorted the students out. Kalim waved at me with a smile before leaving. I waved back but didn't return the smile. I felt too nervous to smile.

It didn't help that the sentient glass gave me one last hit to the head before leaving.

I sincerely hope that was it being playful.

Crow man then turned to me, "Well, Maomao. This is a most unfortunate turn of events. I'm afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven Collage after all."

I'm glad, truly.

"Surely you realize that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy."

"It is understandable sir." I hung my head low and bowed. My eyes staring at the floor.

"But worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you safely home. Now, step into the gate, and visualize the place you whence you came." He gestured towards the coffin.

The coffin-? Where did that come from....

I didn't question at and quickly layed myself inside. The lid shutting shutting into place and locking me inside.

Here's to hoping he doesn't bury me alive for looking at him when we first met.

"O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!" He chanted.

Silence followed.

Crow man coughed, "*Ahem* L-let us, er...try this again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul—"

"There is no such place."

What does that mean?

“What?“

"There is no place in this world where this soul belongs."

"None?"

"None."

I clawed at the padded interior of the coffin, a sudden tightness in my chest.

"How can that be? My, but today is a veritable cavalcade of impossible phenomena!"

"......."

"This has never happended throughout my long tenure. I must confess that I am at something of a loss."

"From what land do you hail?"

Is he asking me?

"Li, Chang'an, red light district." I responded. I was unsure if he even heard me from beyond this coffin. I've surprised myself with how well I'm taking all this. No panic, no sharp breaths or clenched palms...

"I'm afraid I am not familiar with such a place." The coffin lid flew open, to reveal crow man walking past me and towards the door.

"I am intimately acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet... This mysterious homeland of your eludes me." He was stroking his chin deep in thought as I rushed out of the suffocating coffin and followed after him.

"Let us go to the library and look it up, shall we?"

"Yes sir."

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