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teliphone · 1 day ago

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Summary: Your relationship with Jaeyi is far from normal. It’s toxic, suffocating and obsessive. Students around you stay away from you to avoid trouble with Jaeyi. A new student enters which stirs things a little. Maybe she could be your escape? Or maybe it leads you to sink deeper into Jaeyi’s trap.

Warning(s): Smut, Jealousy, Obessesion, Slapping, Chains, Fingering, Overstimulation

Word Count: 3.5k

Yoo Jaeyi and you walk down the halls next to each other… or rather you’re trying to keep up with her. Her hand tightly wraps around yours, pulling you to match speed with her. You let out a small grunt of pain at how hard she’s gripping. She stares forward, ignoring everyone. You spare one glance to the side. Students mumble with each other as they stare at you. They quickly look away when you make eye contact with them. It’s quite sad, you have soon realized. No one dared try to talk to you ever since you got into a relationship with her. All your friends have left you without any reason. You’re constantly stuck with Jaeyi and it's starting to drive you crazy. The only space she allows you is by letting you sit alone at your desk. She sits a few rows behind you, so she can watch every movement you make.

Jaeyi drags you into her science lab. The little mice run around in their cages. It creeps you out. You never understood how she could easily test on those innocent mice. You pull back from her grip slightly. She narrows her eyes and finally turns around to look at you. You drop your shoulders in annoyance. You aggressively jerk your hands away before crossing your arms.

“What are you doing?” You fum. She breaks into a smile as she straightens her back.

“I want to spend time with you,” She chirps. You roll your eyes and let out a laugh of disbelief.

“I’ve been with you all day. Can’t I just spend some time somewhere else?” You huff. She turns around and walks deeper into the lab. She opens one of the cages and picks up a small mouse. She completely ignored you. You can feel your frustration building up. You hate when she blatantly ignores you.

“I am leaving,” You mumble before walking towards the door. You didn’t wait for her response. You knew she was going to find you anyway. No matter how far you try to hide and escape from her, she always seems to find a way to get you. It scares and baffles you. But what scares you the most is if she leaves you. She has removed everyone in your life… all you have left is her. You need her. You pause at the door handle.

“I’ll… text you,” You hesitate before exiting. Jaeyi secretly smirks as she lifts the mice to her face.

“Cute,” She mumbles directing it to you.

Class today is different. You stare at the new student, Seulgi, standing in front of the class. She looks innocent and lost. Your eyes scan down to see her fidgeting with the ends of her uniform. Your lips broke into a small smile. You wonder if she could survive in this toxic school. She makes eye contact with you and you smile at her—a small one with no further meaning. You didn’t pay much attention to her after that. Returning to working on your homework. Suddenly you feel a presence beside you.

“...Can I sit here?” She softly asks. Her doe eyes are cute. The students in the room mumble against themselves. Your seat is usually empty. No one wanted to disturb your studying and gave you space. But truthfully it's because they don’t want to get in between you and Jaeyi. They fear what she could do to them.

“Yes,” You finally answer. You didn’t care what Jaeyi would think. You've had enough of her controlling your life. You can hear a couple of students softly gasping and mumbling. Seulgi smiles and takes a seat. You stare at her a little bit before looking down at your textbook. Jaeyi quietly analyzes the scene before her. Her facade doesn’t break. In fact, she smiles. It gets her excited. She finds you cute for trying to break her rules and not knowing what it will cause you.

It’s a few minutes after break and you walk back to class. You slide the doors of the classroom open to find it empty. You return earlier than the others. You make your way to your desk til a phone notification catches your attention. You scan the room to make sure you aren’t mistaken. You locate the noises coming from Jaeyi’s desk. You look around to make sure no one is around. Her phone buzzes against her desk a few more times. You couldn’t help but find it interesting that she would leave her phone. With curious eyes, you go to look at her texts.

‘Please delete the video’

‘I apologized!’

‘I’ll do anything you want!’

Your eyes widen in confusion. What video is this person talking about that they desperately want Jaeyi to delete it? Is she blackmailing someone? Before your thoughts can continue, the door slides open. You quickly glance away from her phone. Jaeyi stands at the door staring back at you. There is an unreadable look on her face. She smiles, but her eyes are emotionless. You slightly gulp and avert your stare. You walk to your desk and act like you weren’t caught red-handed. Jaeyi slowly walks past you while staring at you. You feel your heart racing. She takes a seat on her desk and lifts her phone. Her eyes swiftly read the text messages. She glances up from her phone to stare at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

She knows you saw it.

She slides off her desk. You hear her footsteps coming closer from behind. You unconsciously straighten your back. Your awareness heightens. She places her hand on top of your shoulders and grips. Your breathing hicks. She leans her body down til her lips touch your ears.

“Don’t tell anyone,” She whispers softly. You secretly clench your fist underneath the desk. She smirks and tilts her head to look at your face. You quickly stand up to get away from her. Her presence is too suffocating. The sweet scent of her perfume is enough to make your brain numb. Your action causes her to widen her eyes and step backward. You tug the green uniform closer to your body before glaring at her. You fascinate her without even trying. From behind, you can hear the sounds of more students entering the room. They all freely talk amongst themselves happily.

“I don’t care what you do as long as it doesn’t involve me,” You speak in a low tone. Little did you know, it does involve you. Everything Jaeyi does involves you whether you like it or not. Her lips slowly turn into a small smirk. You didn’t wait for her response and turned your body around. Right at that moment, a student accidentally bumps into you. The drink in her hand falls onto the white of your shirt. You can feel the cold liquid seep into the cloth. She gasps and immediately starts apologizing. You are stunned for a moment before forcing a small smile.

“It’s okay,”

“No no, I will pay for you,” She splutters. She starts running her hands over your shirt to try and clean it. Her face expresses such stress and embarrassment. Her movement causes the liquid to spread, making your shirt translucent. You softly grab onto her wrist to stop her.

“I said it’s okay,” You repeat. She stops moving and stares at you with pitiful eyes. Her poor heart feels like it’s escaping her chest. She nervously looks over to see Jaeyi staring at her with a blank expression. You let go of her hand and start walking to the door. You expect Jaeyi to follow you, but she doesn’t. You secretly feel sad and disappointed about it.

You enter the bathroom and slowly take off your uniform. This leaves you with just a bra on. You plop the white shirt into the sink and switch on the water. You quietly listen and watch the water drench your shirt. You tilt your head to look at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. What a hassle. You didn’t have an extra pair of shirts meaning you would have to wear this wet shirt back to class. You reach down into the sink and start scrubbing the material. After a few minutes of scrubbing, you lift the shirt to examine it. Water drips at the edges. Good enough. You wring the shirt til it's somewhat dry and put it back on. The coldness makes you shiver. You just have to suffer through til the end of class.

You take a seat, slightly shivering. The air feels so cold against the wetness of your shirt. It feels uncomfortable having to be in a class like this. You avoid the stares of other students as you take out your textbooks. Among the students, one is particularly more interested. Jaeyi can't stop staring at you as you try to pay attention to your homework. Her eyes slowly examine your back. She sees the wet damp on your back and tilts her head. The wetness has made your shirt slightly translucent. Your bra is so visible, it's almost humorous to her. She can’t help but think it’s like you want her to see it. She starts to smirk and shift against her seat. You’re so exposed, yet you don’t even realize it. You lean forward to straighten your back. Her eyes dilate at the full view of your back. She nibbles her bottom lip as she starts to fantasize about you, specifically your bra.

She imagines herself running her fingers down your spine to tease you. She traps you between her body and your desk. You would blush so cutely as she leans her face close to yours. It drives her crazy how reactive you are.

“Stop it,” You glare at her, slightly pushing against her shoulders. She pushes you to sit on your desk. She quickly slides her body between your legs. She smirks and brings her hands to the front of your wet white button-up.

“Stop?” She hums as she starts to unbutton the first button. By the third button, she can see your bra peeking out. You shyly look away while biting your lips. She slowly finishes off the last button and quickly tugs your shirt aside to expose your front to her. Finally, after seeing your bra through the shirt, she can see it fully. The cold air touches your bare skin. Your cheeks start to burn bright red. Her eyelids become heavy with lust. She brings her hands up to cup your boobs. Her thumb harshly rubs against your nub. Your breathing hicks. You shut your eyes to save yourself from making more noise. Her two thumbs grind against your sensitive nub while groping the soft plush. She repeats the action over and over til your boobs start to become red from her touches. You tilt your head back and let out a soft moan. She smiles at your reaction and rewards you by kissing your neck. You try to clench your thighs together, but her waist stops you. Your lower stomach feels funny. Suddenly you couldn't handle her touch anymore. It’s making your brain turn into mush. You grip onto her wrist causing her to stop. She leans back and widens her eyes in surprise. Your breathing shakes as you glare up at her. Her eyes were black like the void, unreadable.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asks softly.

“...Yes,” You breathe out. You didn’t understand why you said yes. The feeling was too much… but it was also so good. She pauses, deep in thought before her eyes quickly shift.

“Okay,” She simply responds. She removes herself from your body, leaving you breathless on your desk. Your front is still completely exposed. She smiles at the redness on your chest. As you try to collect your thoughts, you hear a camera click. You quickly glare up to see her snapping a picture on her phone. A picture of your touched boobs. She smiles brightly and slides her phone back into her pocket.

Jaeyi clenches her thighs underneath her desk. She couldn’t believe that just imagining about you caused her to feel turned on. She grips her pencil and smiles. Laughing at herself for being so needy. It’s silly to her. She forces herself to look away from your innocent body and back to her textbooks. This little game you’re playing is just the beginning.

Seulgi begins to notice how see-through your shirt is. Her eyes widen, and she swiftly takes off her jacket, gently placing it over you for cover. You turn to meet her gaze, and she offers a soft smile before shifting her focus back to her homework. With a smirk, you touch the hem of her jacket, hoping Jaeyi noticed the gesture. She surely did. Though her expression stays neutral, her grip on the pencil tightens, turning her knuckles pale.

Jaeyi’s room is dark and cold as she slams you against her wall. She traps you between her hands. You grunt in pain at the impact. You could tell your shoulders are going to be bruised again. You glare up at her eyes in hatred. Her eyes dilate and you can see the pure jealousy in her eyes. Her tongue brushes the inside of her cheeks. Thoughts swirl inside her head. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She’s so jealous. So easy.

“You’re laughing?” Her voice low. You playfully move your eyes from her lips to her eyes while you poke her lower stomach. Your fingers slowly drag up to grip her collar. You tilt your head and lean closer to her face. Her eyebrows lift in amusement.

“You don’t control me,” You whisper. Her eyes darken as she smirks. You shove her back and attempt to walk away. She quickly grabs your wrist and spins you around. You fight against her, but she is surprisingly strong. Her hands naturally wrap around the back of your neck, forcing you to look at her. Your eyes feel like sharp knives while hers look warm.

“I’m going to prove to you I do,” She hisses. She presses her lips against yours softly. You try to move away, but the hand behind your neck locks you. Her tongue brushes against your closed mouth. Her fingers gently rub your neck. While she kisses you, she pushes you onto her bed. She quickly grabs your hands and pins them above your head. Her knee secretly slots between your legs causing you to moan. With your mouth open, she can deepen the kiss.

“Kiss me,” She begs. You try to squeeze your legs together, but her legs block you. You jerk your body, trying to get away from the source. You can feel yourself getting turned on. She leans away from the kiss in frustration. Her eyes are lidded and lustful. Your chest moves up and down fast. She dips her mouth down to your neck to lick and suck. You accidentally let out a soft moan. She smiles and bites down on your skin. She pulls away again to look at your eyes.

“Your moans are sweet,” She hums. Her voice is so soft and seductive. You feel your heart skip a beat.

“Fuck you,” You cuss, feeling your cheeks turn red. She smiles and dips down to your ears. Her breathing tickles you.

“Stop fighting me,” She mumbles. She sticks out her tongue and licks the outer shell of your ears. You twitch against her body, squeezing your eyes shut. She knew every spot to get you hotter. With a quick movement, she unclasps three buttons from your shirt to reveal your bra. She licks her lips and squeezes her legs together. She’s been turned on since earlier.

“You teased me all day,” She whispers. She lets go of your wrists and places both hands on your boobs. You lay submissively, not trying to move away and she smiles. She starts pressing her fingers into the softness of your chest. Her eyes glued onto them like she’s addicted. Your nipple hardens and exposes themselves on the surface of the bra. Her eyes flicker up to watch your reaction as she brushes her thumbs against them. Your head tilts back a little and hum a soft moan. Her tongue drags down to the middle of your chest. Her hand continues to squeeze your boobs aggressively. You bring your hands down to her lower neck. You gently gesture her head to look back up.

“Kiss me,” You blush. She lets out a giggle and moves her body up to capture your lips again. You feverishly move your lips against hers. Her lips feel so soft and plump. You feel like you're floating. She tilts her head, bumping her nose against yours. She keeps the pace to match your needy ones. Her brain turns into a mess when you slightly bite her bottom. She pulls away from the kiss, her chest moving up and down. Her fingers move to unclasp the rest of your buttons. She helps you get out of your green school uniform. She starts taking off hers as well but leaves on her black bra and panties.

You bring a hand up to cover your red cheeks. You feel embarrassed being the only fully naked one. It makes you feel so vulnerable before her. Just how she wanted. She wants to show how much power she has over you. She moves to the side to grab something out of her bed drawers. Your heart starts to hammer against your chest when you realize what she’s holding. There between her hands is a small silver collar with a small chain. She returns between your thighs and gestures for you to sit up. You obey and she clasps the collar around your neck. She tugs the chains for fun causing you to jerk forward. She pecks your lips.

“Turn around,” She smiles. Your response is too slow making her tug the chains again. You grunt and it clicks into your head to start moving. You turn your body til you're on all fours, your bottom facing her. You gulp nervously because you can no longer see her. Suddenly you feel a hard slap on your bottom causing you to cry out. Her eyes darken and she smiles sinisterly.

“You know you’re not supposed to talk to anyone but me right?” She reminds you before slapping again. You bite your lower lip to stop yourself from crying out.

“I am just protecting you,” She whispers. She tugs the chains harshly making your head tilt back. You choke against the collar, tears starting to form.

“Say you’re sorry,” She demands. She slaps you again and smiles when she sees your ass turning red.

“S-sorry!” You cry. She places her cold hands gently against your bruised bottom. She rubs them a little then runs her fingers down to your slit. She rubs your core and chuckles. You’re shamefully wet. It’s like she didn’t have to do much for you to turn into a dirty mess for her. She rubs your juice around your clit. You moan and jerk your body. She continues to circle your clit til she can feel your juices spilling from your core.

“Please,” You beg, jerking your hips to chase her fingers. She smirks and tilts her head.

“Yes?” She purrs.

“...Please put it in,” You blush.

“Anything for you,” She hums before shoving two fingers into your core. You gasp at the sudden feeling of getting full. You squeeze your eyes shut and grip onto the bed sheets. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure. She moves her fingers in and out slowly, watching closely at how your hips jerk against her. She feels more turned on and bites her lips. She lets you ride her fingers for a moment. Listening closely to your quiet moans. But you’re moaning too quietly for her. She tugs the chains hard causing you to tilt your head back. It chokes you. She starts moving her hands fast, abusing your walls. You cry out loudly.

“You react so well,” She mumbles to herself. The sounds of your wet core against her fingers become embarrassingly loud. You moan so sweetly it sounds like a melody in her ears.

“I’m going to come,” You choke. She moves her fingers faster and tugs the chains harder. You feel so sinister in this position. It makes you roll your eyes back and moan. Her two fingers slide easily against your wet gummy walls. After a few more strong thrusts, you come onto her fingers. You let out a loud high pitch moan. Your silk runs down her knuckles and she chuckles. She lets go of the chain and slows down her movement to let you catch your breath. She pulls out her wet fingers and rubs your clit. Your body shakes and jerks from overstimulation. Just when you thought it was over, you felt her fingers thrust into your core again.

“I am going to make you come over and over til you turn dumb,” She snickers, slamming her fingers knuckles deep. You cry out and jerk your body away from her, but the chains limit you from moving away. You claw at the collar, but find it useless as your body bounces at each of her thrusts.

“I want to numb your mind til all you think about is me.”

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natsaffection · 10 hours ago

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Hey, I love your work especially Vampire!Natasha one shots and I have an idea for a Valentine's Day smut with vampire Natasha (I hope it's not too kinky) but the reader is expecting Natasha in bed covered in blood as a Valentine's Day gift

Happy Valentine’s Day. | N.R

Vampire!older!Natasha x Human!younger!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (N= 100+ r=23), much Blood, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, overstimulation

Word count: 1,9k

A/N: Thank you so much for this!! Happy Valentines Day for everyone who is celebrating it. 🫶🏼

You had been planning this for weeks.

Every night, carefully and methodically, you had drawn just enough blood to store away, always hiding the tubes before Natasha could notice. You had gone to painstaking lengths to keep it from her, keeping the scent masked, ensuring she wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Because you knew. You knew if she found out, if she even caught the faintest whiff of your blood, she would never allow it. Not because she didn’t want it. God, no. But because she would lose herself in it..And that was exactly what you wanted.

As the final drops of blood spilled across your skin, you bit your lip, feeling the warmth spread over your body, streaking down your stomach, your thighs, your collarbones. You ran your fingers through it slowly, letting the fresh, thick red coat your fingertips before smearing it just a little more.

Perfect. It was fresh, it was warm and it smelled like a goddamn feast. You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding as you grabbed your phone, sending Natasha a simple message.

Before you panic when you come home, just know that I am fine! I promise!! But I smell like a crime scene. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. ❤️

The response came immediately.

What?

You giggled, rolling onto the bed, getting comfortable. Oh, she was going to hate this…

Natasha smelled it the second she entered the building. The scent slammed into her like a force, wrapping around her, twisting into every part of her body, curling into her lungs. Her hands gripped the wall, her knees nearly buckling as the hunger roared inside her. For a split second, her vision blackened entirely. She exhaled sharply, tilting her head back, forcing herself to breathe slowly, evenly.

It didn’t help. God, it didn’t fucking help. Her fingers twitched, her jaw clenching violently as she stepped toward the bedroom, her movements slow, strained. Her body screamed at her to run, lunge, to take. But she forced herself to stay composed.

She stepped into the bedroom and she saw you.. You were sitting in the center of the bed, completely drenched in red. Your body was painted in it, fresh streaks running down your stomach, your thighs, pooling at your collarbones.

Natasha froze. Every muscle in her body locked up. She exhaled sharply, tilting her head, her eyes black as the void, her hands curling into tight fists at her sides. “What is this here?”

You giggled, “Weeks of collecting, just for tonight..” Natasha let out a sharp breath, her eyes black as the void, her restraint hanging on by a fucking thread. “Weeks..” she repeated, her voice thick with something dark, something dangerous.

You nodded. “Didn’t want to waste a drop. You always say it’s best fresh.” Her vision blackened for a second, her head tilting, her jaw clenching so hard it ached. Because fuck, she wanted you so bad it was killing her.

“You look very proud of yourself.” Natasha murmured, her voice low, teasing, slightly strained. “I am..” you hummed, tilting your head slightly, looking at her with pure, innocent mischief.

Natasha groaned softly, her nails digging into the doorframe, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her upright. She licked her lips, her tongue barely flicking over the tips of her fangs. “You planned this..” she whispered, stepping slowly, carefully into the room. “Spent weeks collecting all of this blood, just to test me?” You bit your lip, watching her closely, drinking in her struggle.

“Mhm..” you hummed, stretching out a little, letting the blood trail further down your stomach. “I wanted to see if you’d break.” Natasha exhaled slowly, heavily, tilting her head again, trying to shake off the hunger, the desire, the absolute desperation to taste you.

You saw it. And fuck, you loved it. “Come on, Natasha..” you murmured, slowly spreading your legs wider, making sure she saw everything. “Come get your present.” She crawled onto the bed, her hands sinking into the mattress, her body hovering just inches above yours.

You shivered, your breath hitching slightly at the sight of her, so close, so predatory, so completely wrecked. “You’re trouble..” she whispered, her lips grazing your jaw, barely touching, just enough to tease.

“I know.” you giggled, your fingers dragging over her shoulders, her arms, feeling the tension in her muscles. She was shaking. She was trying so hard. And fuck, it was adorable.

Natasha moved lower, her lips skimming down your neck, your collarbone, her breath hot, shaky, uneven. Her tongue flicked out, barely tasting the blood smeared across your skin. And fuck, she groaned. “You taste so fucking good.” she whispered, her hands gripping your sides, keeping you still.

You moaned softly, feeling her lips press against your sternum, her tongue licking up the red stains, slow and deliberate. She wasn’t just cleaning you. She was worshiping you. Her tongue trailed down, swirling over the dip of your stomach, lapping up every drop of blood she could find.

Her breath came heavier, her grip tightening, her fangs aching, but she still held back. Her lips lingered lower, kissing over your hips, your inner thighs, licking up every last bit of red.

Your breath hitched, your fingers tightening in the sheets. She smirked, flicking her eyes up, watching your face, drinking in every reaction. “Such a messy girl..” she murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, swirling her tongue slowly. You whimpered, your thighs trembling slightly. “Did you do this just for me, baby?” she whispered, her voice sweet, taunting, full of love.

“Y-Yes..” you gasped, shivering as she kissed higher, closer, teasing. Her tongue flicked out again, slow, sensual, dragging up your skin. You moaned, your thighs tensing around her. And fuck, she loved that sound. Your hips jerked slightly, your fingers grabbing onto her hair, tugging.

She groaned against you, the vibrations making you shudder. “You wanted me desperate, Darling?” she murmured, her tongue just barely flicking out, teasing, tasting.

“N-Nat..” you whimpered. Her tongue was relentless, circling, teasing, flicking, tasting, her hands keeping you spread, still, completely at her mercy. Your moans turned into gasps, whimpers, cries, your body trembling beneath her, already falling apart.

Her grip on your thighs was tight, bruising, possessive, keeping you pinned to the bed, keeping you right where she wanted you. Her mouth was hot, relentless, consuming, her tongue circling, flicking, pressing, lapping up everything you gave her.

She was lost in you. And fuck, you were falling apart. “Nat! G-God..!” you gasped, your back arching sharply, your fingers gripping the sheets in desperation. Natasha growled against you, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

Her hunger wasn’t just for your blood anymore. It was for you. For your moans. For the way your body writhed under her, for the way you trembled, gasped, begged. And fuck, she wasn’t done yet.

Her lips moved to your other thigh, lingering, her tongue trailing slow, teasing circles against the soft, sensitive skin. You whimpered, already knowing what she was about to do. Already aching for it. “You can take it..” Natasha whispered, her breath hot, heavy, wrecked against your skin. “Can’t you?”

You nodded frantically, your voice nothing but a needy whine. “Say it, Malysh (Baby).” she murmured, her fangs ghosting over your thigh, teasing, taunting. “I-Ican take it..” you gasped, your legs quivering beneath her hold. “Please, Natasha!!”

That was all she needed. With a low, primal growl, she bit down. Your loud moan echoed through the room, your body arching sharply, but Natasha held you firm, steady, pinned beneath her. Her fangs sank deep, just enough, enough to let your blood pool into her waiting mouth, but not too much, never too much.

She would never hurt you. And God, she moaned as she drank, her body shuddering at the rich, divine taste of you. Her hips pressed into the mattress, rolling instinctively, as if she needed something, anything to relieve the throbbing ache between her own legs.

Her tongue swirled over the puncture marks, lapping at them, soothing you, her lips kissing over the fresh wound before she moved back between your thighs. Her mouth latched onto you instantly, her tongue circling, pressing, curling, her fingers joining in, pushing inside you, filling you completely.

“Tasha- fuck!!” you gasped, your hands gripping her hair, pulling, trembling. She groaned against you, the vibrations sending you spiraling as the pressure coiled tighter, tighter, ready to snap.

“Come for me.” Natasha commanded, her voice low, wrecked, demanding. You had no choice. Your body gave in completely, your release crashing over you, shattering you, pulling you under, under, under and Natasha? She took everything.

She swallowed your moans, your trembles, your pleasure, her tongue still working you through it, dragging out every last wave. She moved up your body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, your ribs, your throat.

Her fingers never left you, still circling, teasing, rubbing slow, steady strokes against your already overstimulated clit. You whimpered, your hips jerking, twitching, already sensitive, already on the edge of another release.

“One more..” Natasha whispered, her lips brushing against your pulse. Her fingers pressed harder, faster, pushing you right back to that breaking point. She smirked, her dark, blown-out eyes flickering over your body, taking in the way you looked beneath her, wrecked, spent, perfect.

“T-Too much…” you gasped, your back arching, your body still sensitive, but already aching for more. Natasha groaned, watching you with hunger, her fingers rubbing slow, deep circles against your clit, keeping you on edge, keeping you squirming.

“Look at you..” she whispered, her voice thick, reverent, worshipful. “So fucking pretty when you’re like this.” Her other hand slid up, trailing across your stomach, over your ribs, cupping your breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers.

You whimpered, your thighs trembling, your hips chasing the movement of her fingers. “You’re so perfect.” Natasha murmured, her eyes locked onto you, her lips parting slightly as she drank in every reaction.

The way your eyes fluttered shut, the way your lips parted, the way your fingers clutched at the sheets. Her fingers never stopped moving, never stopped building you up, never stopped circling, teasing, pressing.

She felt the exact moment your body tensed again, felt the way your thighs shook harder, the way your stomach clenched, the way your moans turned into desperate little whimpers. You were close. So, so close. And that’s when Natasha leaned in.

Her lips brushed against your throat, right over the place where your pulse pounded beneath her touch. Her fangs ached. Her entire body trembled as she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your blood, your sweat, your pleasure.

She was so fucking starved for you. “Give it to me, Y/n..” she whispered, her voice low, thick, dripping with possession. “Come for me, and let me taste you while you do.” The second her fangs pierced your skin, your body shattered completely.

You sobbed her name, your hands gripping her shoulders, your thighs clenching around her waist, your hips jerking desperately as the pleasure crashed over you, wave after wave, unstoppable, overwhelming.

She moaned into your throat, the sound deep, primal, wrecked, her tongue lapping at the fresh punctures, drinking you in, devouring every drop. Your blood rushed into her mouth, hot, perfect, intoxicating, sending a sharp, violent pleasure through her own body.

Her hips ground down against the bed, the taste of you pushing her to the brink of madness, consuming her completely. She couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. You had ruined her. And she would spend forever ruining you in return.

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7brownsuga7 · 12 hours ago

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Crybaby | Yoongi

MDNI! Inspo: 1

Yoongi hated seeing you cry. He hated to see the wetness of your cheeks and the slight puffiness of your eyes, given any situation he’d make it his right to avoid it - like when he accidentally spoke to you in a different tone, or when he was being short with you one time. But he couldn’t help the feeling he got when he heard you cry out for him as you became eager and eager for more of his touch.

Especially when he had a full view of you lose it as you grind on top of him. Rubbing your clothed throbbing pussy against his cock. You were desperate for more, the wet patch on the fabric of your panties full proof. He could tell you were on the verge of tears as you eagerly rocked against him, trying to ease the tension between your legs. Eyes shut tightly as your pussy ached for something more.

You were so needy - so good for him.

It made him go feral every-time he noticed the first tear escape your eye, and then when the rest followed along with your whiny whimpers and soft cries did he tell himself this was probably one of his favourite sights.

His hands would run up your stomach, caressing your breasts - thumb circling over your hardened nipples as you trembled with pleasure. His cock was a twitching - leaky mess too - seeing you in that state was just enough to get his cock rock hard and ready to fuck you, and when he feels your clothed pussy against him does he go even more insane.

He’d give in to your plees, fucking you just the way you like. Eyes lighting up in awe as he watches you in all your glory as he pounds you from below, your hands caressing the bare skin of his torso, working up towards his neck, playing with the silver chain hanging loosely around it.

His lips would kiss your tear stained cheeks whispering praises in your ear, a small smirk hidden on his face. He hated it but he truly couldn’t resist it.

His fingers—ones he knew were your weakness— would trail feather-light across your skin, sending chills up your spine. He’d caress your neck, tilting your head just enough so he could see your pretty face better, admiring you as you took him so well. Because he wanted to see it all, every whimper, every cry, every tear that escaped your eyes.

The way he made you act. Like a baby.

His crybaby.

The nickname he never let you forget.

He’d coo some meaningless sentence like, “hey hey, shh… I got you” caressing your wet cheek knowing damn well he thrives off of seeing you in such a state like this. His cock hits every spot inside you, making you cry out more as overstimulation consumes you with each movement against your skin.

“Yoongi… i-i”, you stutter unable to form a proper sentence. And who can blame you when his cock is pounding deep inside your wet cunt, your body collapsed on top of him as you’re unable to support yourself due to his harsh movements. He supports you by wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he takes control.

His eyes never stray away from your face - mesmerised.

“Don’t cry, baby” he bites his lip as his thrusts continue, knocking you forward with each movement. If your eyes weren’t so blurred by your tears and the grip he has around your neck, you would be able to see the mischievous glint in his eye.

He catches your cries with a sloppy kiss. Giving you a sympathetic look as he says, “ah you’re close aren’t you baby?” As he can feel your pussy clench repeatedly. Your eyes shut tightly as you try your best to keep your composure. Even though you’re a mess already.

“Look at me”

He brings his hands towards yours, holding them as he eases you through your orgasm. He kisses your knuckles, eyes never leaving yours as he looks up at you.

When he feels you come undone around him, wetness coating his thighs - he caresses your body, shushing you as you shake and cry. His lips kissing your shoulder as you slowly unwind.

And when he’s finished with you - you near enough falling asleep, he will kiss along your skin. Praising you every way he can with words like, “You took me so well” and “I’m proud of you”. Words he knows has you weak. Running his slender fingers along your back caressing your skin, soothing you to sleep. Slowly working along towards your shoulders as he massages them until he hears the soft sound of your snores.

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axlennyyy · 2 days ago

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I didn’t know how to make it look good. I don’t use tumblr that much…

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"Y/N… I need to finish this—can't you wait…?" He mumbles, a soft sigh escaping his lips, attempting to maintain his composure despite him gripping the seat to keep himself in that chair. So many weeks with him keeping all of his thoughts to himself, and even now he tries to hide it, how much he needs release from it all. He had to admit he was flustered, so desperately needy for your touch. But he had to finish this. It was important. Nothing could distract him now, not even you.

When you hear this, your eyes widen in shock. You guess he wasn't going to give in as easily as you thought. “No, that can wait, I cannot– I need you now.”

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Or, he’s overworked, and your underfucked :)

*** this work is for adult audiences. Minors DNI ***

Warnings: smut, Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, unprotected sex (don’t), Light BDSM, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Minimal use of Y/N

3.9k words, - cross posted on ao3 :,)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63023806/chapters/161404672

I need you closer

It had been so long since you'd last seen him like that, a mess, whimpering under you with tears in his eyes as he begged—and oh, you missed it. He is always busy now, working on some new album for his group. It made you sad to see him worn out like that, seeing that shine in his pretty eyes slowly get numbed away over time as the pressure overwhelmed him. It was like its own special torture that he couldn’t help but dive deeper into. It killed you to see him like that, and you were growing needy for him, to help relieve some of the pressure that’s been building up inside him.

As the days passed, you felt more hopeless of doing anything with him since he wouldn't get off his damned computer. Days turned to weeks, and those weeks being pent up with so many feelings turned you crazy, you simply couldn't take it anymore. He’s your husband. He should be taking care of you, loving you, letting you rule his life. So, if he wasn't going to do anything, then you might as well try.

You spent the whole day cleaning and making his favorite food. That night, when he got home from practice, he immediately sat at the dinner table with his computer, opening a file to edit something for a bit longer before he notices the scent of his favorite dish.

“What did you make for dinner?” He asks as he finally looked at you for the first time today.

“Oh, nothing much, but there's dessert too. I don't mind whichever you have first.” You say as you placed a piece of cheesecake and a spoon in front of him.

“You made cheesecake? Are you trying to bribe me?” He teases as he uses the spoon to scoop up a small bite before lifting it to his mouth to eat.

“Did I say that out loud or what? Sheesh, it's kind of scary how fast you read me.”

“No, it just seems like something you’d do. And since that’s what's happening… What is it exactly that you want from me?” He questions, his eyebrow raising a tiny bit as he watched you curiously.

“Well, if you really want to know… I planned to have you under me tonight. I know that you’ve been so busy lately so I thought that I should help you out, let me do all of the work, I know how to push your buttons…” You toy, looking into his eyes to see his reaction. Once you say that, you see blush form brightly on his cheeks and ears. You won, or that's what you thought.

“I—I hate to break it to you, but I'm not done with this song. I haven't even pitched the idea yet—”

“Shhh… I don’t need you to help, I need you to listen. So be good for me and try to stay quiet.” You whisper, hearing his breath hitch. He always submitted to you so easily.

“What do you think? Are you going to let yourself go tonight?” You hum, loving the way that he looked up at you, trying to resist you can see the struggle in his eyes. Jisung's eyes widen in surprise, his breathing becoming heavier as he gazes up at you with a mix of anticipation and desire. You could feel the tension between you both, the air thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled promises.

When you hear this, your eyes widen in shock. You guess he wasn't going to give in as easily as you thought. “No, that can wait, I cannot– I need you now.”

“It’ll just be a couple minutes…”

“That's what you say, but it takes you hours to actually finish up.”

“Y/N… I really don't want to disappoint you–” Jisung say with a strain in his voice, the sound of his groggy words only making you more desperate.

“Then just shut it, let me do the rest.” You say affirmingly, getting off the table and sitting on his lap, facing him, before quickly going in for a kiss. You kiss him as you teasingly trail your tongue on his bottom lip as you press against him, trying to close as much contact between you as possible. Your desperation was obvious to him. His hands instinctively grabbed onto your waist, not pushing you off but stopping your movements.

“Fine, if we're going to do this then– do you want me to wear a condom?” He mumbles against your neck, feeling his lips against your skin, breathing in the sweet smell of your perfume.

“I don't think it really matters… Plus, who said you'll have the chance to cum inside me? I'm going to guide you through it, whether you like it or not. You will only cum if I give you permission.” You gently palm his crotch, feeling his erection pressing against his shorts. Seeing how worked up he was already, you grab his wrist and lead him to your shared bedroom, shoving him onto the bed without a second thought. He fell back onto the bed, his breath got heavier, a small smile forming on his face, even if he’d try to deny it.

“One last thing, Han…” You murmur, climbing on top of him. Your fingers hooked at the base of his shorts, tugging at them slightly. “This… I need it off.” You move your hand to slide under his shirt, feeling every part of his abdomen, taking in every sensation under your fingertips. Tracing small circles on his skin and pressing against his stomach to feel his firm muscles which he had recently started gaining from his frequent workouts when he wasn’t working. His skin felt hot under your touch, igniting the fire that burned within him even more.

“Can’t you take it off…?” He mumbles, looking up at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“No, do it yourself. I love watching you strip.” You respond with a smug expression spreading across your face. He takes your words in for a moment before immediately taking off his shorts, raising his hips to slip them down to his feet before throwing it somewhere in the room. You stop to take in his body, noticing the wet spot on his boxers, making your body feel more desperate, not that you weren’t already wet to begin with.

You run your finger over his lap, stopping at where the wet spot is and pressing harder against there, to better feel the dampness.

“Can’t you pick up the pace a little….? “ Han groans in frustration, letting out a shaky breath as you continue to tease him with the wetness strained against his clothed cock.

“No, I don’t want to…” You hum, acting as if you had all of the time in the world, which only agonized him further. “Take off the shirt.”

Han listens to your commands, allowing you to boss him around as if he was your own personal fuck toy. He takes off his shirt in a swift motion, letting his right arm slide to his back and lift up, and strips off the layer of cloth. It was unfair really, you were still fully clothed, teasing him, playing with his arousal, while he was starting to turn into the vulnerable mess you loved.

“Ngh… Why do you keep teasing me?” He said with a small moan that escaped his lips, not even trying to hide his sounds.

“Because, I like hearing those sounds of yours, it's cute.” You say with a smile.

“What are you even going to do to me…?” He said, his voice coming out a lot more whiny than intended, full of curiosity for what you had in store for him. When you heard his whine, you smiled and then pulled down his boxers, closing any barriers from what you wanted, letting you stare at his cock before he looks away from you in embarrassment. His cock was glistening with pre-cum, flushed a delicate pink, pulsating with desperation for this teasing to end. The sight was beautiful– almost sinful– to see him this desperate beneath you.

“I'm going to play with this pretty cock of yours, then after I'm done teasing, I'll let you cum.” You instructed, running your fingers lightly along his length. After you said this, you got off from him and moved to kneel between your legs. “Sit up, please.” Han sat up and used the headboard of the bed to prompt himself up, watching your actions.

“Are you going to–”

“Yes, yes I am. Is that something you want?”

“Mhm! Just… just do it. Please.” He was so desperate for you that he almost moaned. He watched you, noticing the moment you leaned down more and were face to face with his cock. You slowly used your hands to grab it and guide it to your mouth, squeezing his cock upward towards his tip gently, making a generous bead of pre-cum escape. His tip was burning, he was so hard. After some admiration, you ran your tongue over his tip, addicted to the salty taste of him.

“Ngh… Y/N…” Han moans out your name. He was incredibly worked up. Taking note of how easily he moaned even to any slight action you did. Now you were wrapping your lips around the head, teasing the sensitive hole on his dick, making him moan with every lick and suck. You continued to control the pace, edging him. As you continue, you realize how wet you already were, your panties feeling soaked from your arousal. Your head moves in a steady rhythm, matching the heat pooling between your thighs, taking his hand and guiding it to your clit under your clothes.

His touch on your clit was good, the way his finger circled in a steady pace despite how your knees buckled under the overwhelming pleasure. So good that you didn't even notice him whining, begging you to get off his dick. Before long, you can feel him push against you as Before long, you can feel him push against you as he comes, filling your mouth with his warm seed. Once you finished swallowing his cum, licking up every drop he released, you sat up, You smirk at him, wiping whatever was left on your face, embarrassment filling his face.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to–” He says as panic comes from his voice, as he disobeyed what you ordered him not to do.

“No point of it now. But, don't you think you should be punished for this?” You ask teasingly. You take off your shirt and roll it up to be used as a rope using its long sleeves. You then take off your skirt and panties, tossing them across the room. “As a punishment, I'm going to use this to tie your pretty little hands up, alright?” He nods eagerly, his eyes filled with excitement at the thought of being dominated by you. You smirk, enjoying the power you have over him in that moment.

“I– Alright. If that’s what you want to do.” He says under his breath, trying to not act as excited as his reaction gave away. You take his hands in yours, kissing the back of his hands before tying his wrists together. The feeling of his soft hands makes you exhale with pleasure. He was unreal. Too perfect for your own sanity.

“Ji, since we're doing this. Just know, you can tell me to stop.” You reassure him, making sure that you could fit a finger into the makeshift handcuffs around his wrists to be sure it didn't cut off his circulation. When you take a look at him, you love the sight. He had his hands behind his back, unsurprisingly his dick was hard again, leaking pre-cum as it twitched from the cold breeze in the air. His hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat as he stared up at you, his expression being unreal. His face was flushed, his eyes needy before you looked down at his slightly parted lips, seeing the tip of his tongue making his pink lips wet and glossy before he bit down on his bottom lip. You couldn’t stop looking at the sight. He looked so pathetic.

After admiring the sight for a minute, you let yourself have some fun. Crawling up from the edge of the bed when you took a moment to stare at the man you put into submission to be face to face with him once again You line him up to your dripping entrance, hovering for a second before you finally sit down on him. You felt him filling you up, his girth stretching your walls, making you feel a sensation that you hadn’t felt in seemingly forever.

You let out a satisfied moan when you felt his length filling you up, not even stopping to check on Han who was equally satisfied with your pussy around his length. He let out a stifled moan, quickly biting his lip to stop him from letting out his moans any longer. Fuck, his moaning sounded amazing.

“Han, I told you to not moan, isn't that right?” You tease, looking down to see your pussy sinking down on his cock. What a beautiful sight.

“I'm sorry– I didn't mean to… it just slipped out. You feel so good…” He whined, closing his eyes as he felt you clench. “Did that excite you?”

“Maybe… But you know I can't help it. I feel your cock twitching inside me, Ji…” You mumble, a moan following after you felt his dick twitch again which made you grip onto him, digging your nails into his biceps as you clenched your eyes shut. When you re-opened your eyes, all you see was his chest, which gave you an idea. After a second of thought, you used your tongue to lick up his chest– tasting the sweat on his skin– before stopping at his nipple, you used you mouth to suck at, and gently nibble his nipple. His reaction to this came not from out of his mouth, but you felt it inside of your pussy as his cock was throbbing inside your walls. All of this felt too good. You started to move against him, grinding your clit against his pelvis. The friction against your clit making you moan against his chest. You look up at him, he was watching your movements, holding back his moans. “Han, you can moan now. I can't see you suffer like that any longer…”

He stopped biting his lip, immediately letting out a moan, and finally having the chance to release what he had been holding in all of this time. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— Ngh~… You feel so good…” He whined, his voice made you clench. He sounded so desperate, for you, only for you.

“Ji– fuck…” You moaned out, your breath growing heavier as you continued to grind against him, now lifting your hips and bringing your body down onto him, riding him slowly. His dick felt so good, your moans were inevitable.

He was moaning with you, trying to grip onto something to steady himself a bit. You wanted him to touch you, but he wasn’t allowed to. You moved in to kiss him, forcing your tongue into his mouth. "Fuck,” he groaned against your lips. Your kiss was sloppy, wet, and good. Your tongue fighting his own for domination. His hips started to move against yours, chasing for more pleasure.

“Han,” you gasped, shocked by the fact that he could still move. You need him to touch you, you take his hands from behind him and then quickly untie him. He smirks as you untie him, almost immediately moving his hands to your waist without hesitation, holding you still as he thrust up into you. You moan from it, even if he didn't change the position, he dominated your insides. "Shit—Han, ngh, slow down..." You said in between moans. His movements only grew more intense, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered,

"I can't, Y/N. Not when you feel this good." You gripped onto him tighter, nails digging harder into his skin.

“I need to change positions. Please.” you whispered, trying to keep down your moans. He stopped and then moved you to be on your back, laying you against the bed before sliding out of you, making you whine slightly to no longer be full of his cock. Your pussy ached in anticipation, allowing him to manhandle you. He moved a pillow under your hips, then he started to touch himself, making sure he was slick with a combination of your juices.

He then kneeled below you, spreading your thighs apart with kisses, and moving his mouth closer to your mound. He started by giving your clit a kiss, licking the sensitive bud and trails his tongue across your labia. His tongue lapped across your folds, savoring the sweet taste of your pussy, taking in every part of you that you allowed him to have. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to steady yourself but accidentally doing the opposite since you can’t help yourself but to grind against his face. His tongue was so good. Eventually, he started to tease your hole. He entered the tip on his tongue inside you, inserting his fingers alongside his tongue.

“Fuck! Han… Please, please put them in.” Your desperation showed though, you needed him to make you cum. Once he heard the desperation in your voice, he stopped teasing. He almost instantly inserted his fingers inside you, moving his mouth to suck on your clit as he curled his fingers inside you, instantly hitting your g-spot and started to abuse it. He moves his fingers in an up and down motion, making you moan louder than usual. Quickly, the pressure started to build up, your eyes teared up, and drool started escaping the corners of your mouth. It was so good, he made you cum almost immediately, feeling every part of you build up and crescendo, leaving your pussy to pulsate from the sensation. You scream when you come, his name escaping your mouth along while you soaked his face and the sheets. That was easily the best orgasm of your life.

“Fuck, I didnt realize it was that good. I didn't expect you to squirt on me.” He chuckles as he lifts his head from your glistening pussy, licking your cum from the edges of his mouth and wiping away the rest. The smirk on his face was so hot.

“Han, please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me again, I need to feel your cum dripping from inside me when we're done.”

“Fuck, dont say it like that…” He grows, grabbing you by the wrist, flipping you as if you weighed nothing. “How did I not notice that you're this needy?”

“I've always been ready for it, you just didn't take advantage of it.” You say before spreading your legs, moving your hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it slowly. “Are you ready to use me now?” You knew that you looked like a total slut, he loved it. His gaze darkened as you spread yourself out for him, you were perfect. A brief second passes before he flips you over and got on top of you, kissing you intently before poked the tip of his tip inside you, almost as if he was begging for permission to fuck you hard. Of course you let him, I mean, who wouldn’t? From the moment of you saying yes, he starts. You were so wet that he just slid inside you with ease, pounding into you in a sloppy way at first, then finding his rhythm and giving it to you real good.

The pillow under your hips made everything better, allowing him to repeatedly hit your g-spot until you came. He gave you no time to recover as he continued, using your cream as a lubricant. Every thrust inside you felt more overwhelming the next, your abused g-spot getting more used each second. It hurt, but sex with pain was worth having. You grip onto him, your nails digging into his skin, his back getting scratched every time he slammed his pelvis against you. You were almost crying from how good it felt, the two previous orgasms he made you had made you much more sensitive than you should've been. “Fuck! Han, you feel amazing. Oh… you feel so good…” She moans, her breaths shaky, her words exasperated.

“I love it when you say my name like that… do it again.” He said as he continued to pound into you.

“Han…” You exhale, your voice was shaky from his thrusting.

“Fuck…” He moans, your voice was music to his ears. He loved your sounds, it made him go crazy. The rhythm continues, being steady, consistent, and perfect. Eventually, his voice became more ragged, he was gasping for air; a clear sign that he was getting close. He was painfully hard, you could feel the heat radiating from his body as he continued to chase after his own pleasure. His thrusts were turning sloppy, his tongue was completely relaxed against you as he continued to try and kiss you, but he was too focused on how close he was to cumming in you to care.

“Cum for me baby… please, I need to feel the tightness of your pussy when you cum. I’m so close…” He begs against your neck, his hot breath against your skin. His body glistens in sweat, it was so fucking hot, it only took one more thrust into your pussy to make you cum again.

As you came, you felt his seed spilling inside you. His warm cum made your mind fuzzy, your mind and body could only feel ecstasy at that moment. The sound of Han’s moans against your neck as he collapses on top of you made everything so much better. You had worn him out, you could tell. He was panting, but took the opportunity to lick the sweat off your shoulder. Everything was fuzzy, the room was still hot. Though, you eventually managed to refocus your vision, quickly wrapping your arms around your husband, completely satisfied for the first time in weeks.

Han didn’t last long after his orgasm, from the moment he collapsed on top of you and managed to regain his composure, you felt him falling asleep— not that you mind, it was just unexpected. Normally he would’ve had the energy to watch a movie with you after, but you both were exhausted. The room reeked of a mixture of sex and sweat, and you knew that his cum which was leaking from your pussy was making a mess. But you didn’t care, sleeping messy, sweaty, together after sex was the best, maybe even better than the sex itself.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #han jisung #han jisung smut #stray kids smut #i don’t know how to tag this

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xmintpiex · 1 day ago

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(Strawberry Parasite) Strawberry Nights

wc: 1693

content: nsfw, 18+ mdni, Geto Suguru x fem!reader, cursed spirit!reader, bunny hybrid!reader (tail + ears mentioned), light pet play, "Master" used, "good girl" used, bathroom sex, oral sex (f!receiving), reader has pubic hair, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, light choking, reader spits in his mouth, p in v mention, unprotected, AU where Suguru is teacher (let me know if I missed anything)

note: this takes place in the same AU as my work Strawberry Dreams but both are standalone.

Saturday nights were your favorite nights. (Well, when Suguru didn't have to work late, when he wasn't held up with pointless paperwork or his annoying starry-eyed students.) Even coming back late from a mission was nice. Especially coming back late from those nasty ones, tired and dirty and his heartbeat so loud. It was pleasant.

Because it meant another night in the small bathroom of Suguru's apartment. Clean white tiles and the fogged-up mirror, his reflection blurred as he managed the hot bath. His various hair products lined up neatly next to the bath stool, your designated hairbrush next to his. Steam and the familiar scent of your favorite strawberry bath oil wafting up. Another night pressed together in the warmth of the small bathtub, skin on cold skin, your wet hair against his large chest, caged between his large legs, followed by a cozy night on the sofa or whatever else Suguru deemed correct. Not having to worry about what Sunday would bring, a little break.

Your nails, your fingertips, stained that dark, dark color. The color that you knew Suguru disliked the most, especially on you. A reminder of what you were beneath your doe eyes and pouty smiles, the cute twitch of your soft bunny ears, your unreserved affection. Not quite black, or blue, or purple. Unfortunately not red. Too thick and putrid, and so hard to scrub off your deceptively soft skin.

Oh, sometimes fighting those other curses was such a pain. You hated when they bled too much as you clawed into them, the wrinkle of his brow, the cold curve of Suguru's eyes as they traced over your sharp fingers, the dark substance dripping from them. A visible twinge of disappointment, firm scoldings ready on his tongue.

But at least it always led to this reward.

Your favorite type of bath.

The expectant gleam of Suguru's eyes, the cold gentleness of his curved lips as you undress for him, no more scoldings about how dirty and disobedient you were. After all, you were always a good girl for your master in the end, you would do what he wanted without being asked. Wasn't he so lucky to have you? You were so, so good for him. You were so lucky to have him, so lucky that he had deemed your vile orb as worthy all those years ago. You were meant for him, weren't you? He was so clearly meant for you.

How easily you spread yourself for him, your hands on the rectangular edge of the slippery bathtub, knees on the moist white tiles. Your head tilted to look back at him, blinking slowly and lips pouted in that soft way your Suguru loved. Your fluffy bunny tail twitching in anticipation.

"Good girl."

A sneer, disguised as a coo. Thick fingers trailing down your spine before meeting that tender ball of fluff, a sweet gasp from your lips as he tugged on it. Gently, cruelly. Before his fingers continued down on their journey, dipping into the plush line of your ass, before palming the damp cluster of hair that hid your sweet, slick folds.

That wicked, doting smile as he crowded against you, abs and firm chest against your back, that thick, leaky cock against your plush ass, the angry tip nudging and rubbing against your sensitive round tail, now slicked and sticky. A large, frigid hand on one of your breasts, twisting and pinching and swirling a pebbled nipple. His other hand delved between the softness of your thighs. Two thick fingers stuffed inside that tight, greedy hole of yours, curling and pressing against that little mushy part, your eyes crinkled in bliss. A thumb on your puffy pearl, rubbing and swirling through your whines and shameless moans, the desperate humping of your hips against that beefy thumb, the squelching of those fingers in and out of your cunt, your core so hot and clenched. That sweet, addicting delicious buzz, the closest you would ever get to feeling alive. More, more.

Oh, what a wanton little creature you were.

Your Suguru adored it.

Lashes fluttering rapidly and mouth open, the corners of your lips curved upwards in pleasure, in hunger. Eagerly leaning further against the edge of the bathtub, hands gripping tight, your chin above the warm steam of the bath that patiently waited for you both.

That sweet cry, the drool that dribbled down your bottom lip as Suguru finally sunk down, elbows on the white tile, hands easily keeping you spread, nose nestled against that honeyed, sticky hair, his red tongue licking and prodding, his saliva smattered against your cunt, mixing with your sweet juices, dripping down his chin. Mouth sealing against your folds, insatiable. His eyes dark and glazed, head only full of your pathetic little sobs, your dripping, quivering body in his hands, his name spilling so devoutly from your wet mouth. More, more, more. A need so intense. Was it yours? Or was it his?

"Parasite."

That was what Satoru often called you, wrapped up in the bright bluntness of a joke, or a teasing pout as Suguru indulged you. An extra large slice of strawberry shortcake on your plate. Your cheek pressed against Suguru's shoulder, finding warmth in the silky black fabric of his jacket, his large hand encompassing yours so easily as he soothed you.

The piercing gaze of lustrous blue eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses or black cloth. Always watching. The constant reminder of what you were, of how easily you could splatter into putrid nothingness if you weren't tethered to your precious Suguru. If he ever deemed you useless.

Parasite.

But silly Satoru didn't know. He didn't know about those lonely rainy days, where only your silly giggles, your carefree pouts were company to Suguru. The soft fur of your fluffy ears the only comfort to his hands when everything else felt so dreary. Your body snug against his under the warm covers. The press of your cold skin against his, your soft cheek on his as he has to swallow down another rancid orb, a gentle sweet kiss to his bitter lips.

Would your lovely Suguru everyone's beloved, heroic Suguru be who he was without your perpetual presence? Your name carved into his soul, seeping into his bones and flesh? Your soft arms around his?

Mmm…you didn't think so~

Your hands on his neck, dainty fingertips against the soft skin, the firm muscle and nerves and cartilage beneath, the thickness of his adam's apple. Oh how it thrummed under your touch, a loving sweet squeeze, as if to recapture that day you had been nothing but a putrid little dark orb. Forced down that firm, thick neck into his very essence, his soul.

You pout at the thought of ever being seen as disgusting in the eyes of your precious Suguru. Fingertips moving up to his lips, soft under your touch until they open to reveal his mouth. A glob of your saliva against his tongue, moving down his throat. A little apology, a little greedy wish to overwrite that nasty stench that resided in his soul.

Surely you were so much sweeter now, right?

You hoped you were sweet like your favorite strawberry ice cream, like the candies Suguru kept in his pocket for you. A gentle sweetness to seep into that part of his soul where you resided. You must be so nice and sweet. Delicious. Since your Suguru always opened his mouth so eagerly for you, his dark eyes glinting needily, adam's apple bobbing steadily to swallow. Your spit, your tongue, your slick.

The little spasm of his hips, locked against your damp legs, your hot, gummy cunt eagerly, greedily squeezing to accept your master's cum. Your tongue swallowing up his low groans, his lashes on the soft curve of your cheek, his long silken hair against the bathroom tiles, tangled in your hands.

He always had a part of you inside of him, so it only made sense for you to hold his hot seed in your tight, velvet walls. His long index finger trailing down, rubbing against your syrupy mess until dipping back into your puffy cunt, squelching.

You wouldn't make a mess in the nice bath your Suguru prepared for the two of you, right?

The bath the perfect temperature, as always, when you finally settled in, sloshing gently as it welcomed your bodies. Giggling and pouting sweetly, maybe a little tease or a murmur of affection on your lips as you happily leaned against your beloved Suguru, his mouth curved into that adoring scoff, that gentle grin. His heartbeat so loud, so soothing, your favorite sound (if only you had one too..). A hand encompassing your chin, large thumb carefully wiping your sticky spit, your puffy lips. Just you and Suguru. If only the whole world could be contained to this lovely little bathroom.

And then after?

Soft pink pajamas, selected for you by Suguru. Always his choice in the end. You had so many types of clothes, a plethora of pajamas and lingerie, cozy sweaters, and whatever else was normal for humans to wear (was it so bad to be nude?). He always bought them in-store, never online. The sales associates always welcoming with a friendly smile, eyes crinkling in recognition since he frequented the same stores. Buying clothes that were very obviously not for him, carrying large pink or glittery bags in his muscular arms, a stark contrast against the dark shade of his sweater, and the blackness of his pants.

So that everyone could make the assumption, even if not everyone could see you glued to his side (always glued to his side). So that his neighbors, everyone could picture the sweet, spoiled girl that Suguru must keep at his side, dressed in fluffy, strawberry-print pajamas. His elusive lover that he always bought strawberry ice cream for or silly little knick-knacks. His lover that picked out the cute bunny keychain that always jingled in his pocket. The one that always left noticeable little love bites on his neck, scratches on his unyielding back. That left that sweet strawberry scent on his skin.

You (Forever) .

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