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livelaughlovesubs · 6 months ago

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Eyoo may I request kitsune!dazai who has been teasing and has been a brat throughout the whole morning with AMAB reader (with a side of breeding and bondage if you don't mind) (please nini beg you there is sooo little kitsune!dazai posts and he has been living in my head rent free-)

Wait- there are sub kitsune dazai posts?! WHERE WHO WROTE IT I WANNA READ

Anyway

Dom!AMAB!reader x Sub!Kitsune!dazai

Warning: lotta teasing, rubbing dicks together, playing w/ tail, bratty sensitive dazai, breeding kink, bondage using clothes

The sun gently grazed your face as your eyes opened, arms instinctively raised high to stretch your body. You clenched your eyelids shut a last time before opening them completely, taking in your surroundings. It was your treasured bedroom, the place where you could sleep the soundest. Everything seemed normal except for the weight pressing down on your abdomen, and when you looked down, you were met with the sight of a fox tail. A huge, fluffy looking tail that was waving around in front of your face, almost as if it tried to hide something. If you looked past it, you could see the owner of said tail.

A brunette who was sitting onto of you, his back facing your head. He noticed the little movements from you and turned his head over his shoulder, glancing at you with a sly smile. “Good morning, darling. Did I wake you?” Dazai giggled, using his tail to rub you under the chin, then he asked, “Did you dream of anything nice?” You furrowed your brows a little when he teased you, when he stopped, you let out a low chuckle. “Haha, you want something from me? Just say it.” Straight to the point, and you saw through his tricks. Not bad.

He turned around to straddle your groin, arching his back a little to show off his curves. As of now, he wore nothing but a dress shirt, a pretty transparent one at that. “Isnt it too early in the morning to whore around?” You joked, trying to push him off you. But he didn’t bulge, instead he started moving his hips in circles, rubbing against you with his crotch. “Well…” the little fox began, expression changing into a calculated one. In the meantime you only watched him, hands resting on his hips while feeling his movements on you. The repeating moves were starting to yearn a reaction out of you, and you exhaled deeply. After he heard your sigh, he finished his sentence with, “I guess you are right, let’s save this for later!”

As fast as he started provoking you, he also abruptly stopped, trying to get down from your lap. Trying. Since you suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, pressing him into the mattress with your knee on his bulge. He was now leaning against the headboard with his legs forced open, shirt barely covering anything. “Tsk. Finish what you started.” You scoffed at him, clicking your tongue. A whine left him when you applied for pressure, and his tail wagged around excitedly. “MHhnnng~ oh? But didn’t you say-” you already knew what he was going to say, you knew him that good. “That was before you caused this mess.”

Reflexively, his eyes wandered lower and saw the ‘mess’ you meant, smirking to himself. This was exactly what he wanted, and you knew. “Isn’t that your problem?” Dazai said mockingly, trying to piss you off again. “If that’s the case, I’m telling you to help me solve this issue.” You answered, to which he replied, “want if I don’t want to?”

You leaned closer to him, until your lips were almost touching the fur on his ears Your hands grabbed his shirt, slowly unbuttoning him. Since you were so close to him, you could see the outlines of his nipples from beneath the dress shirt. While you did all that, you whispered into his ear, “we both know you want it, desperately so.” There was no denying a fact, and you hit the nail with that one. His cheeks flushed and his tail twitched between his legs, seeking more of your attention. He was still leaned up against the headboard, though back arched enough for his tail to fit in between without him sitting on it.

At first he clenched his legs together, as if he was mimicking a shy maiden. His dick was already hard and leaking, all because of the sound of your voice. “Why are you acting shy now, dazai?” You were the one teasing him now. “I’m not shy, I’m just waiting for you to put it in.” He admitted half heartedly, wearing an innocent face now that somehow screamed trouble. “How honest of you. I’ll take it you didn’t lie.” You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You were still helping him undress, currently pulling his shirt off. Once you did, you used his shirt to tie his wrists together. He glanced at the makeshift rope, wondering if this would actually work. For now, he kept his hands close to his chest. Afterwards, you grabbed his legs and raised them over your shoulders. Again, forcing him to spread them apart, showing you his fluffy tail and reddened dick. “You look excited.” You commented, caressing his tail which got him whimpering on the spot. Seeing how sensitive he was aroused you as well, so you pulled your own pants down. His eyes followed your every move, and Dazai eventually questioned, “don’t you look excited as well?”

This was like pingpong, how the two of you kept arguing with each other. A game where the hunter and the prey role isn’t mend in stone. “What a talkative and sly fox you are.” He didn’t know if you were insulting him or not, so he let it slide for now. Instead, he praised himself, “I know you love it.” You couldn’t help but smile at his cheeky words, they sure were entertaining. “You certainly ain’t lacking self confidence.” Once again you made a comment where the intention is unclear, but all this talking was making him impatient so he snarled, “aren’t you the talkative one? Why don’t you get on with it already.”

You stared into his clear eyes, wrapping your hand around his and your cock, rubbing them against each other. “Like this?” “Nghh…!” Dazai groaned, gritting his teeth. How mean of you, playing all the dirty tricks at once. “Haah… no, n-not this.” The male said, breaking off the eyes contact and looking to the side. The difference in size made him feel ashamed, he always found it embarrassing that you were bigger than him. Even though you knew this wasn’t what he desired, you didn’t stop. He could already feel your precum sticking to his dick.

Considering he was still shutting his mouth, he must be really humiliated. So you had to push him a little, otherwise this might take ages. “What is it then? You have to tell me, lil’ foxy.” You insisted. The urge to grab his chin and make him face you was there, but you decided to take it slower since it was still morning. A moment of silence broke out, before he mumbled, “fuck me…” Your eyes glimmered a little, and you taunted him again, “a tad louder please?” To be honest you expected him to be embarrassed, but it was the opposite. He uttered loudly, “I want you to fucking breed me, pump me full of your children. I feel lonely without something inside me.”

This time you were the speechless one, stopping mid track as you processed his words. “You want me to get you pregnant?” You asked, not because you were confused, but because you wanted to hear him say it again. “We’d have adorable little fox babies running around then.” Dazai said, wrapping his tied arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You subconsciously let go of your members, and used your arms to pin him to the bed. His eyes were half-lidded, a heavy, pink blush covering his face. Tail running wile as it waited in anticipation, fantasising about you fucking him so good he really gets breed. The brunette shook his hips the best he could in such a position, then muttered, “please fulfil me this wish, please, fill me up darling♡♥︎~?”

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ka0ila · 2 years ago

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hi, something about cockwarming? all members.

Cockwarming

pairing - hyung line

genre - smut

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chan

i feel like he'd love cockwarming you in his studio

when he's working on something and youre just sitting on his lap squirming making cute noises

he'd love the feeling of being inside you

it somewhat helps him concentrate

when you move, he'd place a sloppy wet kiss on your neck

or leave hickies at different places

he's someone who'd ask you to not wear undergarments when you're around him, nor would he.

he would ask you to sit on his lap naked

as he enters you he’d love to hear your whimpers

you’d fall asleep on his lap with this dick inside and he’d probably cum a few times

after few hours he finishes his work and wakes you up with a thrust

you guys have lazy sleepy sex

lino

he’d probably cockwarm you as a punishment

probably would use everything you say against you

“it hurts” ,, “oh? it hurts baby? well it should hurt. you’ve been a naughty kitten, teasing me throughout the day huh? you couldn’t keep your pants on in the dance room huh? you deserve it bitch”

wouldn’t let you move one bit, would probably smack your ass if you did, hard.

it all started when you entered the dance room without undergarments

…with a white transparent shirt

he’d probably smirk to himself and scoff at the move you pulled

he would close the door, place you on the dance room’s couch smack your ass at intervals and tie your hands behind your back

your body completely bending towards him, your chest on his face, his cock inside of you

when i say you’re not allowed to move, you’re not allowed to move

if you did move, or try and bounce on his cock, he’d probably edge you with a vibrator for hours, and otherwise, his breeding kink says it all.

changbin

we all know how much this man loves to gym and the amount of hours he’d spend there.

i feel like this guy would have a daddy kink

you always tagged along w him to the gym

and you were in a mischiefy mood to add on

and, you decided to pull a prank on him,, to call him daddy in public

he was on the bench press when you sneaked behind him just to whisper a “i need you daddy”

he’d be soooooo flustered and turned on

he’d cock warm you, then and there, on the bench press

hyun

both of you were exhausted, completely

i feel like hyunjin is someone who’d be very much into sleepy cockwarming

after a long day, you lay on top of hyunjin, cuddling

‘mistakenly’ you grind on his cock clothed

and you could feel his bulge in a second

he’d whine and you’d whisper ‘my bad’

“you think i’d let it go? take off your pants”

with that, you guys cockwarm for hours

he just wouldn’t let you sleep

the moment he thinks you’re about to sleep, he’d thrust you from beneath

later, you have the most lustful and degradeful sex ever.

posting after a whileeeee, please drop few suggestions, i’ll try and write whenever i get time, thankyouu!!

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p-antomime · 3 years ago

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Be creative.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3K.

𖦹 content: hard dom!sukuna ryomen, manhandle, unprotected sex, rough sex, dub-con, oral sex (f. receiving), choking & breath play, tummy bulge, breeding kink, degradation, monster fucking, size kink, dark content, kinda of public sex & shower sex, spitting, dumbification.

𖦹 pairings: true form!ryomen sukuna x fem!reader.

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Sukuna's red eyes scanned the scene calmly.

He was in no hurry or impatience, at least not now. Y/N's body seemed especially smaller around the crystal clear and essentially warm water of the huge hot tub.

Sukuna didn't avoid calling you "little bimbo" in his mind because you had been stupid enough to enter that pool not wearing underwear, but still wearing the not-too-short white dress with plenty of transparency around your extremely smaller body than his.

Y/N was theoretically the monthly sacrifice of one of the many villages that were under the control of the King of Curses and during the entire journey to the huge temple where he resided, there was hardly a minute in which her eyes were not misty with fear and apprehension of her own future that was no longer in her hands.

But why had they chosen her? Probably for lack of other options, since you weren't even a virgin anymore and rumors were going around the winding streets of the villages that Sukuna preferred to rape virgin girls before he finished eating them otherwise.

At first you thought he would simply kill you as soon as you were thrown on knees in the middle of the main temple room where the King was sitting on his throne of bones, but, unlike you, he was content to look at you with disinterest and ask your name.

Sukuna's husky voice spoke your name about twice, as if testing how it could reverberate through the walls, tasting an immaterial part of you. And several shivers ran down your back like electric shocks as soon as that curse cracked a wicked smile after calling a servant to drag you into another room of the temple.

That brings us to the present moment, with you standing almost in the middle of a huge hot tub with water covering your body halfway up the thighs, the edge of your white dress offered by Sukuna's servant earlier floating on the crystal clear surface and every fiber of your body tense. Your eyes couldn't even give themselves enough courage to face the monster more robust than you, so they were fixed on your feet resting on the bottom of the tub.

— Why are you so tense, hm? — Sukuna finally spoke up, and you were startled into almost losing the balance and falling over onto your side, to which he gave a light mocking laugh. — You really are a pathetic lil' thing, aren't you?

— You... — He interrupted you with a gasp.

— "You?" — His head shook in the negative. — Who d'you think you're talking to, hm? Show a little more respect to your King, you insolent worm. — Although Sukuna didn't even raise his voice, it was precisely the fact that he was frighteningly calm saying those things that made yours shoulders shrug and feet take two steps back.

— S-Sorry, sir... I... I didn't mean to offend you... — You swallowed dryly feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

— "Sir". — Sukuna licked his lips before cracking a satisfied sideways smile. — You learn everything very quickly, you were probably one of the best educated girls in your village. I wonder why they ended up sending one of your kind to me, there's almost nothing I can take advantage of in you.

— I-I don't know either, sir. — Your voice, lower and lower in pitch, came out as a restrained whisper.

Sukuna looked you up and down without saying anything else.

Was he about to kill you for good? The confirmation that there was little or even no interest in you made you tremble completely inside. But, no. Killing you was too simple.

The King of Curses preferred a more entertaining, potentially less deadly game of cat and mouse, so he rose from where he was leaning against the edge of the hot spring pool and moved toward you in short, slow steps; the feeling of anxiety settling inside you.

As his feet walked toward you, his eyes were busy analyzing your practically already bare body in that white dress, which was already transparent and had become even more so because of the steam coming off the hot water below you. You had a beautiful body, although not the most beautiful that his memory had ever registered, but still: it was beautiful.

Then Sukuna began to circle you a few centimeters away, the same way a predator does before it finishes attacking its prey.

Your heart began to beat faster and faster in the chest, almost to the point where you thought it was going to pierce your skin and ribs. And seconds later, cheeks heated with embarrassment as your mind came to the conclusion that you were no longer wet between your legs just because of the hot water in the hot tub, but also because of the clear liquid of arousal coming straight from the entrance of your pussy.

Fuck, what was wrong with you? Getting embarrassingly horny from being treated like a piece of meat? Being placed in a submissive position with nothing to really benefit you?

You felt one of Sukuna's four hands clasp around your body and pull you up slightly until your feet were at your fingertips, his face was close to one of your ears and you could feel his huge chest against your back. And also two massive things pushing between your legs, against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

With warm cheeks and already wondering what those two things were, you preferred not to lower your face to confirm anything, especially after remembering that it might irritate Sukuna.

— I can almost taste your fear on the tip of my tongue. — He whispered close to your ear, his voice low as if he was confessing a dirty secret. — And smell your horniness. — His fingers dug into the skin of your neck, definitely aiming to leave red marks there. — What d'you think I should do with you, hm? Be creative.

— Sir... — Your mind started searching for answers that wouldn't make Sukuna change his mind about showing you a little mercy. — I just don't wanna be killed, sir.

— Oh, really? — Sukuna answered, drumming fingers against the skin of your neck. — But what exactly can you do to convince me that you deserve to live? I haven't seen you make any effort 'til now to show me that I have to let you live; all you've done so far is whine like a dumb and pathetic girl who can't think for herself. — Your breathing quickened and you knew that he noticed your chest rising and falling rapidly in a flurry of excitement at his words. — Oh, I got you. In the end, you're just a dirty slut like all the others who likes to be treated like a hole to be used, aren't you?

And maybe it would be better to let go of your too naive idea that Sukuna would let you come home safe and sound, without any trauma, without any personal problems.

If he wanted to use you, maybe it would hurt less to pretend he did than to have him forcibly rip your dignity from you.

— Y-Yes, sir. — You replied, straining to rub your thighs against the two dicks of his that were between your legs as much as possible while your feet were still at fingertips. — I like being treated like a hole... just a hole to be used, yes. — Your throat swallowed dry.

And then Sukuna licked a long strip of skin on the side of your neck and you tried so hard to suppress a moan, but your back arching against his chest gave away how much you had enjoyed his action.

It didn't take long for him to turn you facing him and wrap his other arms around your body, lifting you completely off the bottom of the hot tub and beginning to walk to one end of it as if you weighed nothing.

Soon your back was resting on the wet, icy floor of the huge room built around that tub and legs were being spread by two of the Curse King's four arms.

As soon as he lifted the hem of your dress halfway up your belly, a contemptuous smile was thrown in your direction.

Your cunt was soaking wet and it was clear how swollen your clit was, begging for any kind of attention.

You caught yourself looking at Sukuna with nothing but desire and anticipation at the time he leaned forward, holding your waist with his two lower arms to hold you still in place while one of the two upper arms opened your folds with a V formed by his index and middle finger and the other spread his hand over your pelvis.

He opened his mouth to let a trickle of the saliva fall onto your pussy and spread that trickle of liquid over it using his tongue, thus already starting to work orally there.

Ironically Sukuna was too good at getting you reduced to a drooling mesa, with your body spasming and brain short-circuiting from the sheer amount of tension and pleasure coursing through you in a short period of time.

Even the firm grip of his hands on your waist seemed to amplify all the pleasure, but soon that same grip loosened in terms of pressure and force when one of his palms migrated to your wet ass from both the water coming off the edge of the tub and the natural lubrication of your cunt.

When his fingers threatened to invade yours ass in an uncomfortable way, your first move was to try to close legs and swing them against the sides of his face, so the King of Curses just kept licking and sucking your pussy as if your attempted protest was nothing more than a minimal hindrance that didn't even deserve his attention and, furthermore, he ended up actually using his fingertips to slip extremely tight inner area of her ass.

You both knew that you had no chance of beating him in a hand-to-hand fight, you're too tiny for him.

Your brain didn't know what to focus on. On the divinely good feeling coming from Sukuna's skilled mouth working against your wet pussy or on the immediate discomfort of having your only virgin hole being carelessly invaded.

You desperately needed to rid yourself of the tension in your body, which threatened more and more dangerously to end up cumming right on the lips of that monster who had previously been undermining all your mental control.

Internally, the King of Curses was delighting in yours facial expressions caused by the pleasure. And then he understood why they had sent just you.

You were exactly the kind of girl who would open legs for him if she deemed it necessary to continue living and human self-centeredness and desperation made Sukuna feel so alive; he was even thinking of keeping you as a fucktoy and thus breaking the promise he never made that he would let you return to the village, to your normal life.

Every time his long fingers made scissoring motions inside your ass his tongue strained to lick more of your juices. But make no mistake, Sukuna was not necessarily doing this to give you more pleasure, but because he knew that if you were not relaxed enough, his second cock would never enter you.

It wasn't long before your pussy was clenching around nothing, the knot at the bottom of your belly growing ever more latent and your body struggling against his arms.

When you cum right next to that monster's mouth, your whole body shook and there didn't seem to be a crumb of oxygen left in your lungs, head spinning, vision blurred and your hands in a thoughtless move went to grab Sukuna's pink hair without actually pulling it, just holding onto the strands of it.

While your mind was too busy trying to deal with that overwhelming orgasm and you could barely move yourself right without making a tremendous effort, the King of Curses took the opportunity to pull away, leaving you completely without any sexual stimulation for a few brief seconds, and to get rid of the dark-colored kimono he had been wearing since the first interaction of the two of you in the main hall of his temple.

— Look at you! — Sukuna exclaimed with a wide smile as he noticed what a great job he did of making you almost braindead using only his fingers and tongue. — Totally ready to get cock drunk. — Two of his arms grabbed your legs to put them around his wide hips and the others two positioned themselves one at your lower back holding you still and the last holding the base of your neck loosely.

Your body was almost completely immobilized, except for your arms, which ended up by instinct clinging to Sukuna's arm that had placed itself around your neck as if your life depended on feeling that you hadn't become unconscious and even more vulnerable around that monster.

Your brain was slowly recovering from the previous orgasm and so as soon as the King of Curses lightly brushed the tip of one of his dick against the edge of your ass, there was hardly a counter reaction from you.

But as soon as it actually entered your tight and pristine interior, the burning and discomfort made your attention turn there and hands immediately closed into fists and started trying to pull Sukuna's hand away from your neck while trying to punch against his firm chest.

— Sukuna, n-no! Please! I don't...

But, truly, did you think that a series of punches without much force would stop the King of Curses? Please, do not fool yourself.

His hand didn't move from your neck and his hips kept pushing one of his dicks into your ass and just as its base slammed against you indicating that your insides had completely engulfed him, your back arched painfully as legs tried to close and eyes filled with water and grunts of pain escaped from deep in your throat in the same way that moans were doing not a short time before.

— A girl as insolent and dumb as you, thanking me like that for all the work I've put into you. — Sukuna leaned over, covering your whole body with his, before straightening his second cock in front of your wet hole that had yet to be filled. — You should be thankful that I waste my time using your holes, you should be proud that you are chosen to be my cumdump.

His hand tightened a little more around your neck and you desperately opened the mouth trying to get more air at the sudden change in oxygen demand in your lungs, which resulted in the King of Curses above you literally spitting into it and, by your own carelessness, your tongue causing you to swallow it.

Sukuna also took the opportunity to finish pushing his second dick into your cunt and a guttural, animalistic grunt escaped from between his lips just as he reached the deepest corners inside you and you could see a small rise in your belly.

He moved back and forth, in and out of you only to see that small deformation in your tummy and he opened a wide, evil grin before he started bumping his hips against yours.

Now your body moved in accordance with that of the monster above you, waist up to down, the hallucinatory sensation of being more internally full than it should be, tits rising and falling, pleasure beginning to flood your senses again and clouding your ability to discern what was ethical and what was no longer.

The King of Curses really was fucking you with the intention of hurting your lower body so that you wouldn't walk properly the next day and the mixture of pain and pleasure of having two of your holes completely filled and enlarged was making it harder and harder to delay your second orgasm.

Closer and closer to cumming as well, Sukuna angled his hips in such a way that you could feel him penetrating you deeper and deeper and because of his pelvis bumping repeatedly against yours, that part of your body was beginning to throb and you were never more thankful that he was holding you tightly and that your back was against the floor almost from the start of it all.

— What do you think about me breeding you, hm? — Sukuna asked, moving his hand from your neck to your chin and lifting your face until you were facing him. — I bet you'd love to carry my cum around, wouldn't you? You'd love the feeling of my seed gushing deep inside you, right? — His thumb ran over your lower lip, which opened to let out a moan as his dicks continued to widen both your holes.

And, contradicting what your head really wanted to say, you nodded positively and a small "Y-Yes" escaped through your lips shamelessly.

Soon after your sly whisper reached Sukuna's ears, his cocks spurted thick loads of cum inside you, you could even feel some of it slipping over the edges of your pussy and wetting your thighs and the internal stimulation of having your entire insides filled with the cum of the greatest of curses was the basic thing needed to push you to the edge of yet another orgasm that made your body tremble completely and collapse helplessly against the floor beneath you.

The temperature around you so hot that it was giving you the impression that your body was suffering from a momentary fever, vision blurred without knowing where to focus and senses becoming increasingly disordered.

— Oh, look how I destroyed you. — Sukuna commented, lifting yours legs with two of his four arms and stepping out of yours holes momentarily only to watch them expel some of his white cum out slowly. — A luckless lil’ girl becoming a slut for a monster, how cute. — And then he pushed himself inside you again. — But we're not done yet, right?

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hopelesshawks · 3 years ago

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Hawks’ Helper

18+ Hawks x fem!reader MINORS DNI

I wrote this ask briefly describing a fantasy I have with Hawks in like a minute and it’s up to ~60 notes now. Since y’all liked it so much, here’s a full version of it

This work is 18+ minors dni

Warnings for dom/sub themes, fingering (f!receiving), cockwarming, minor quirk play, praise kink, one (1) degrading line, semi-public sex (they’re in Hawks’ office but no one else is in), minor breeding kink, squirting

General Masterlist Kofi

Hawks fucking hates paperwork.

There’s no two ways about it. It’s tedious, especially after a long day of patrolling, and half the time when he’s working on it, he has to fight to stay awake. He’s always had to do a decent amount in a certain formatting for his agency’s internal records and the HPSC, but lately the work has doubled as the HPSC now requires an additional “civilian friendly” version be submitted to them in addition to the usual work. It’s part of a recent initiative to increase transparency in hero work and the HPSC but Hawks calls bullshit. He knows it’s just so they can pretend they’re doing something when they’re not really.

Knowing that the additional paperwork is bullshit, unfortunately, does not excuse him from doing it.

Just as Keigo’s nearing his limit and preparing to go take a short flight to work off some of his frustration before resuming work, there’s a light knocking at his open door. He looks up and his eyes meet yours. Immediately a smile stretches his lips and the crinkled lines of his furrowed brow ease as he takes in the sight of you. You’re wearing a black skirt that falls around your mid-thigh, short enough to tease him but still sufficiently long to be considered professional. Your white blouse is similarly professional and neatly pressed but if he stares hard enough he thinks he can make out the lace of your bra underneath it. “Maybe you should take a picture. It’ll last longer,” you tease, although your smile is soft as you lean against the doorframe.

“A picture could never compare to the real deal. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“You weren’t home yet and I remembered you whining about paperwork this morning so I figured this is where I would find you.”

“Brains and beauty. You never cease to amaze.”

Your laugh is music to Keigo’s ears, his prior frustration melting away in the presence of your warmth.

“How can I help?” you offer.

“C’mere.”

Keigo beckons you over with an outstretched hand, grasping you by the waist and tugging you into his lap the minute you’re close enough for him to reach. You can’t help but giggle as he pulls your back flush against his chest, pressing featherlight kisses along the column of your throat and holding you tightly in his arms. In spite of the attention, you pull the both of you closer to the desk and his waiting laptop. “How about I finish typing up your notes for you? You’ve had a long day,” you suggest. “You don’t have to do all that for me Dove. Just having you here is helping,” Keigo sighs contentedly, although he makes no move to actually resume working. “I don’t have to but I want to. Let me handle it,” you insist and finally Keigo relents, tucking his chin on your shoulder so he can watch you get started.

For a while you do manage to be productive. Keigo doesn’t have the neatest handwriting but you have no trouble deciphering it anyway. As he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, taking lazy inhales of your scent, you plug away at his remaining work. The only sound that fills the office is the sound of your fingers tapping away at the keyboard. The paperwork part of heroics certainly isn’t your favorite either, but you are much better at it than your boyfriend is, so the work passes easily. Or at least it was passing easily until Keigo apparently grew bored and started distracting you.

It starts out innocent enough, one of the hands wrapped around your torso slipping down to your leg instead. Then that same hand starts to wander higher and higher until it’s playing with the hem of your skirt. “Keigo-” you start warningly but he just chuckles. “Relax baby. I was just wondering what brought on you wearing such a cute little outfit to come see me,” he whispers, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Had an interview after my patrol so I changed out of my hero costume,” you explain. “Aww, you mean it wasn’t special just for me?”

As he asks the question his fingers slip beneath your skirt and skim ever so slowly up and along your inner thigh, edging closer towards your clothed sex. You can’t help but suck in a breath, eyes darting to the still open office door. It’s almost embarrassing how much wetness you can already feel starting to gather along your folds before he’s even touched you. “Keigo,” you warn again, voice breathier this time as your boyfriend chuckles against the shell of your ear. “What?” he asks teasingly as he starts stroking you ever so slowly through your rapidly dampening panties. You can feel him hardening in his work pants and your heart starts to race.

“I’m supposed to be helping you remember?” you ask, trying your best not to trip over your words.

“I’ve got a new problem I need help with now and considering it’s your fault it seems only fair you should take responsibility for it, don’t you think?” Keigo grins as one finger slips past the gusset of your underwear to trace along your bare sex instead. One finger soon turns to two as he gathers more of your slick on his digits, his feathers helping him hear the subtle hitches in your breath and the way your heart trips over itself. “You do want to help me, don’t you?” he asks again, his fingers slipping inside you.

You can’t help but gasp as you feel the pads of his fingers skate along your inner walls. The unfinished paperwork goes forgotten as you nod your head eagerly. “Ah, ah. Need to hear you say it baby,” Keigo murmurs. “I- ah,” your voice almost breaks on a moan as he starts to scissor his fingers inside you but you press on, determined to get the sentence out.

“I wanna help you Kei.”

“Good girl.”

You miss his fingers the minute he withdraws them from your aching core but any protests that may have formed die on your lips as you hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Soon after that you can feel his bare erection pressed against your back. One of his hands grasps your waist while the other returns to your panties, tugging them to the side as he encourages you to lift up before slowly bringing you back down on his cock. Your eyes flutter shut as he sheathes himself inside you, a sinful moan dripping off your lips. “Look at you taking me so well. Such a good little helper. Now hold still while I finish up my work yea?” he coos. “Wait but-“ “Shhh, no ‘but’s Dove. I’ve got to get this finished.”

You resist the temptation to groan at his words as he leans forward to type on his laptop around you. Only Keigo can convince you to sit on his cock, do nothing once you’re there, and get away with it. You expect him to break and start fucking into your tight heat as soon as you provide a little stimulation, but no matter how much you clench around his dick he continues to work away on that stupid paperwork as if he isn’t balls deep inside you. You try to act as unaffected as he is, denying him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm, but Keigo has never been one for giving up. His eyes don’t waver from his laptop screen, his hands never stop typing, but he does smirk as one of his feathers slowly winds its way down your body until it grazes against your clit. Your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation but Keigo continues to play dumb, typing away as literal feather light touches dance across your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You ok Dove? You seem antsy,” Keigo teases, his smug voice husky in your ear.

“Kei, please,” you whine, hands gripping the desk tightly in front of you as your hips shift in search of more friction.

“Please what?”

“Please just touch me.”

You can feel the vibrations through your back as Keigo’s chuckle rumbles in his chest but he does finally take his hands off the keyboard. He leans back comfortably in his office chair, one arm wound around your torso to pull you against him while the fingers of his free hand replace his feather. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted my fingers playing with this cute little clit of yours?” Keigo teases, drinking in the delightful little moans you let out as you squirm in his lap. “Couldn’t even wait until I was finished working. Who knew my sweet girl had such a slutty side to her.”

You’d give anything for Keigo to start moving but he doesn’t budge and every time you try to rise up along his shaft yourself, he tightens his grip around your waist to keep you in place. It’s not enough and you tell him as much, but your whining only seems to make him more determined to keep you still.

“You’re practically dripping all over my lap. I bet I could make you cum just like this, with my cock buried all the way inside you and my hand on your clit. Would you like that pretty girl? Want me to make you cream all over my cock without even moving?”

“Yes, anything just please,” you beg and again you feel your boyfriend chuckling against you as the hand on your clit presses down a little harder, drawing shapes into the sensitive nub so you’re keening against him.

Keigo delights in the sounds you make, alternating between speeding up and slowing down how fast his fingers move based on what makes you whine loudest. You’re practically shaking in his arms, unable to ride him the way you really want to and forced to content yourself with squirming as much as you can against his fingers. Still your aching cunt greedily sucks him in as much as it can. Stars dance in your vision as you feel your orgasm coiling up in your lower belly. It winds up tighter and tighter with each shape Keigo draws into your sensitive clit. The office door is open and at any moment one of his sidekicks could return from a mission and come strolling into the agency to the sound of your voice pleading for Keigo to push you over that final ledge but you don’t care. In that moment all that matters is the feeling of Keigo’s dick still fully sheathed inside you and of his fingers working you past the point of no return. The coil finally snaps as your orgasm surges forth, crashing over you and making you cry out Keigo’s name like a prayer. The way your walls flutter around him as you cum finally has Keigo moaning, his unaffected facade crumbling away as you squeeze him for all he’s worth, his arm tightening around your waist.

Suddenly your world is shifting on its axis as Keigo rips away your panties and then brings both hands to your hips to shift you both to standing. Your knees are still shaky from your high so you grasp onto the desk in front of you to help you catch your balance. “Fuck do you know how pretty you look when you cum? And you clench around me so well. Like this pussy was made for my dick huh?” he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. “S’all yours Kei. My pussy’s just for you,” you pant, heart pounding in your chest as you drop your head and push your hips back harder against his. “God (y/n), ‘m gonna fuck you so good. Bein’ such a good girl for me, think you deserve a reward yea? How about I fill up this pretty little cunt? You wanna be stuffed full of my seed?” “Yes, god yes, please just fuck me Kei please.”

You feel his lips press tenderly along your spine. It’s a simple kiss and yet you can feel his adoration for you in it. It doesn’t matter that you’re not facing him, you know exactly how much love and joy and appreciation is filling his gaze right now as he slowly pulls his hips back, drawing his hard cock out of you until just the tip remains.

“How can I say no when you ask that nicely?”

His hips roll forward teasingly, languidly in the most delicious grind that has your hands tightening their grip on the desk until the wood of it creaks. He tries to keep up the teasing but it doesn’t take long for it to be too much even for him. His thrusts speed up, hips snapping forward hard enough to send your whole body rocking forward as well. The hands on your hips, firm but gentle, shift you just slightly until he finally finds the right angle to plow into your g spot on every thrust. You practically sob out his name the first time he manages to hit it, eyes clenching shut so you can focus entirely on Keigo and the way he’s overwhelming the rest of your senses. The lewd squelching of your dripping cunt eagerly sucking him in, the slapping of flesh on flesh as he drives his hips against the swell of your ass, the euphoric agony of him splitting you open, and the smell of sweat and sex and him. It’s almost overwhelming as he drives you straight towards your second climax of the night.

“I can feel you clenching all around me baby. You close?”

“Yes Kei, I’m close. So close. Please, don’t stop, I can’t-”

“It’s ok Dove, I’ve got you. Go ahead and cum for me, yea? Cum all over this fucking cock.”

That same coiling in your lower belly returns but this time with something else familiar building up with it. You surrender yourself over entirely to the feeling, letting the waves of your orgasm crash through you as your throbbing cunt gushes clear fluid. The beautiful sight of your release accompanied by the fluttering of your walls is enough to send Keigo tumbling over the edge after you, cursing above you as he paints your insides white with his cum.

Your climaxes seem to last for ages as you both tremble together but when the pleasure does start to fade, you feel Keigo’s grip ease into something gentler as he slowly withdraws from inside you. He sits back down in his office chair, bringing you with him into his lap again, this time with your body angled to the side so he can look at you properly. A hand comes up to caress your cheek as you both catch your breath, his golden eyes brimming with his love for you as he waits for your glossy eyes to refocus.

“There she is. Welcome back to Earth Dove,” he coos fondly.

“So much for helping you with your paperwork,” you chuckle.

“I’ll finish it tomorrow, this was a much better use of my time.”

Keigo smiles, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours. His contentment is infectious and you find your chest warming with fond affection for the man still holding you in his arms and staring at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars in the sky just for him. “Let’s get you home bird boy.” “I’d love nothing more.”

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Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (chapter 10 - FINALE)

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series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind. you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 6k

warnings: implied smut, angst, fluff, romcom tropes, lots of swearing, pregnancy mention/minor breeding kink

note: click the asterisk for a hyperlink to a translation when the time comes

Six months later...

“It’s good!” she beamed, setting down the last chunk of pages and taking off her reading glasses. “Oh man, that ending hurt, but it’s really, really good!”

You leaned back into the plush chair and sighed with relief. “You think so?”

“It’s best-seller material,” she assured. “With some editing, of course. God, I can’t believe you were sitting on this for so long.”

“What are the biggest changes you want to make?” you asked.

“Well, I’m thinking we’ll cut the romantic subplot,” she mentioned in passing, like it was no big deal. “It’s distracting.

“Distracing?” you repeated. “Nia, it’s the story. It’s a romance.”

“I thought it was a thriller,” she frowned.

“A romance disguised as a thriller,” you corrected.

“Listen, I get what you mean, but I didn’t get this—” she tapped the nameplate on her desk: ‘NIA BROWN, HEAD PUBLISHER’ in shiny letters— “for nothing. I know what I’m talking about, and I know what your readers want. Violence, gore, drama!”

“It has all that!” you defended. “But it’s all there to talk about the real love he finds in her!”

“What do you mean ‘real love’?” she pressed flatly.

“I mean…” you pondered. “I mean love where you feel like a version of yourself that you actually like. Love where you feel unjudged, no precedents or caveats or back-up plans. Love that fucking hurts because you never wanted to rely on anything or anybody. Love that lives in silence because you don’t even need words.”

She furrowed her brow. “That… sounds nice, I guess, but I don’t think anybody really has that. Everybody needs a back-up plan. Everybody needs words— a writer should know that.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” you groaned, your face falling into your hands. “I’m so fucking stupid. Jesus Christ, I’m a moron.”

“What? What’s going on?”

“I had that! I had that, and I let it go! I’m the dumbest bitch on the fucking face of the Earth.”

“Don’t say that,” she soothed, but you were already standing up.

“No, I need to find him,” you decided as you grabbed your coat and briefcase. “I need to go back and try to fix this. I love him, I’ve never— I didn’t know I could love like that, I didn’t know I could be loved like that… oh my god, I need to find him. It isn’t over.”

“It isn’t over?” she repeated incredulously. “You said Michael signed the papers!”

“It’s not Michael,” you rolled your eyes as you stormed out of the office. “It was never Michael.”

You ran into the first telephone box you could find, slamming the door shut as you searched your purse for the business card that probably wasn't even in there.

After a moment, you gasped with delight when you pulled it from a very bottom pocket and began punching in the number as fast as possible with shivering hands, long-distance charges be damned.

“Hello?” the confused voice on the other end answered.

“Mrs. Alberti, hi— does Sebastian still work for you?” you asked hastily.

“No, dear," she sighed, apparently recognizing you by just your voice (and likely your request), "he quit recently, and moved away.”

“Moved?" you repeated with a wrinkled brow. "Where?!”

“I assume back home, sweetheart; to Bucharest.”

“Shit,” you sighed. “Shit!”

“Are you having your ‘run through the airport’ moment, sweetheart?” she realized.

“Yes, I think so— do you have his address?”

“Well, no, but I’ll see what I can find.”

You waited rather impatiently as she shuffled through papers in the background, mumbling to herself as she apparently searched for information that could help you.

“All I’ve got is the address of a previous employer… a carpenter,” she finally explained, breaking the silence. “It was his only reference when he came to work here," she explained.

"Wow, you really did just hire him for his looks," you blurted out.

"He was desperate for work, that boy had nowhere else to go,” she defended.

“Right, well, I guess if that’s my only lead then I’ve gotta go for it,” you decided. “Thank you, Mrs. Alberti.”

“I told you to call me when that book was a hit. Did it happen yet?” she piped up.

“It’s not published yet,” you explained. “It needs some more work… but I think it’s almost ready.”

“I think so, too, dear.”

Learn Romanian in 10 Weeks! A practical language guide.

Week 1, Day 1: Greetings

Hello Salut

Goodbye La revedere

Thank you Mulțumesc

You’re welcome Cu plăcere

Good morning Bună dimineata

Good afternoon Bună ziua

Good evening Bună seara

Good night Noapte bună

You brushed your hair back out of your face with a sigh, turning the page as you mumbled the phrases to yourself. Broken Hungarian and your high school education in Latin were not getting you as far with this as you had been hoping.

How are you? Ce mai faci

I love you Te iubesc

“Te iubesc, te iubesc, te iubesc,” you repeated over and over in a whisper.

Each day you had a new routine: practice Romanian for an hour, check flight prices online (or call the airline), research what you knew about Sebastian and the address Mrs. Alberti had given you, and then get back to practicing Romanian again.

Oh, and occasionally you worked on the edits Nia wanted for your manuscript. You were focusing on the minor changes— grammar errors, rearranging sentences— and putting off her big request for the removal and replacement of the romantic aspects. More than ever, they seemed like the most important thing the book had to offer.

You had a small apartment, just a place to sleep and shower really; much too small to fit everything you’d already taken from Michael’s house (you know, the one that used to be your house) along with what he’d shipped to you that you forgot before. He included a letter in the package as well. You threw it out, unopened.

Truthfully, you never really fully unpacked. As much as you realized you probably should, in order to really feel like you had a real home, you couldn’t bring yourself to empty your suitcases when you knew you’d be packing them again any day now.

You also realized how outrageous this all was. Ignoring the unlikelihood of even finding him in the first place, Sebastian probably wouldn’t want anything to do with you after you broke his heart, left, and then randomly tracked him down after over half a year. But to be totally transparent, you weren’t really doing this to get him back, necessarily. You knew that was probably never going to happen. You were doing this because you needed to try. You needed to go there, and get hurt, and come back knowing you did everything you could: you’d never be able to live with yourself if you did anything less than that.

You couldn’t start your new life until you had put everything else to bed. And if that meant being 100%, painfully certain that you and Sebastian could never be together, then that was just how it needed to be.

After two weeks of looking, there still weren’t any reasonable flights to Bucharest, so you booked another trip by train, figuring you could use the three day trip to brush up on the key Romanian phrases you were going to need as well as prepare your speech.

Yes, your plan was a speech. You didn’t have a back-up plan. You didn’t even have a return ticket back to London yet.

A passage by Yeats came to mind; But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

In all your life, you’d never understood before why someone would want to only have their dreams. But now, here you were… and yes, it felt terrifying and vulnerable and uncomfortably naked, but it felt pretty damn good, too.

With a sigh, you scribbled out the last sentence you’d written, tossing the trash paper aside. You looked up out the window at the scenery flying by in a blur, worried that if you didn’t look out from the train every once in a while you’d get motion sickness.

The sun was beginning to set already, the green of hills and trees tinted orange. You only indulged in it for a moment, though, before getting back to this god-forsaken speech you were deadset on finishing before you arrived in Bucharest tomorrow. At first, you’d figured the translating would be the most difficult part… but writing in English wasn’t exactly a piece of cake, either. You had so much to say, and suddenly so few words for any of it.

You’d probably done more editing on this than any of your novels combined; the crumpled up pages spilling out of your wastebasket were proof enough of that.

“And I’m a fucking writer!” you groaned aloud, to no one in particular. “How is anybody else supposed to be able to do this, if I can’t?”

Other people aren’t as emotionally constipated as you, the voice of your inner critic reminded you plainly, making you roll your eyes at yourself.

A rap at your door made you sit up straighter and turn around. A stewardess slid open the frosted glass slightly to give you a friendly smile. “Is everything alright, ma’am?”

Your brows furrowed at the sound of her accent. “Is that a Romanian accent?” you asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded.

“So you’re fluent in Romanian and English,” you concluded.

“And Portuguese, yes ma’am,” she agreed.

“Could you come in here for a moment and help me translate something?”

She seemed slightly confused at the request but stepped forward, sliding the door most of the way shut behind her. Leaning beside you on the desk, she picked up your handwritten letter and blinked her wide, brown eyes a few times. You felt slightly embarrassed knowing she was reading such intimate thoughts, but that was how it felt the first time someone read anything you wrote so you were pretty much used to it by now.

“I usually ask the passengers what brings them to Bucharest,” she mumbled after a moment. “This is the most interesting thing so far. Am I reading this correctly, that you intend to confess your love to someone you met—” she scanned the page quickly— “during a vacation in Hungary?”

“Yup,” you smiled awkwardly, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

“And he doesn’t speak English?” she assumed; you nodded. “And… you don’t speak Romanian?”

You nodded again, and she breathed in and out quickly, sitting beside you as she stared at the letter.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” she explained.

“Sorry for sucking you into the entropic vortex that is my life,” you chuckled.

“I don’t mean to pry,” she sighed, setting the letter down, and you laughed a little internally at the idea that she was worried about prying when she just read the most personal piece of writing you’d ever put to the page, “but do you think this is… enough? I mean, to build a relationship on?”

You just gave her a shrug. “I have no idea. But, you know, I spent my whole life worrying about stuff like that. I dated my husband for seven years before we got married, because I wanted to be sure. I was initially interested in him because he was successful and ambitious, and it made me feel like this was a really secure relationship that I could rely on. I double majored in English and Computer Science because I wanted a more stable career to fall back on in case being a writer didn’t work out, and even though it did, I’ve spent most of my career publishing what I thought people wanted to read instead of what I wanted to write, so I’d have a better shot at a good paycheck. I grew up thinking the best thing I could ever have was security. And now I’m divorced, watching my royalties shrink every month, more insecure in every way than I’ve ever been, and I’m realizing that the choices I made didn’t give me what I wanted. I gave up so much in the name of safety, and I let the one good thing I’d ever found go, so I could go back to being the same person I always was. I’m ready to settle again, if this doesn’t work… I’m ready to accept that this is just the way life goes, and be thankful that I got a taste of the kind of stuff I thought only existed in the sort of books I’d read but never write.”

She swallowed as she looked at you, and you felt your eyes water as you stared out the window towards the dimming scenery one more time, smiling at the sight of a distant village, a church with a steeple, vineyards and farms. Someone’s whole life is in that little town, you imagined, and they’re just watching your train go by like they see every other day.

“Sebastian gave me more security than I’d ever had before, even though the whole thing was such a ridiculous little whirlwind, and nothing like I ever imagined my life could be. But he made me want to be honest and raw and write sappy letters like the one you just read. He doesn’t have any money, at least as far as I know, and I haven’t known him for seven years, and on paper it makes no sense… but you would understand if you knew him. If you felt that joy that he radiates, if you saw him live his simple little life like it’s the best thing in the world. You would understand if you knew how much I needed this. You would understand if you had been just as miserable being who I’ve been for so long, and finally had a chance to be somebody you think you were maybe meant to be the whole time. So, if I never see him again, I hope I just get to thank him.”

You waited for her to say something, but furrowed your brow at the long moment of silence, looking back from the window finally and finding her staring at you with a tear running down her cheek. When you met her gaze, she quickly wiped it away with a sniffle and looked down at your desk again. “Let’s get to translating, shall we?” she announced with a half-smile.

You noticed the way the other passengers looked at you as everyone was in line to deboard from the train car; you stuck out like a sore thumb, since everybody else was carrying heavy luggage and all you had was a backpack.

In your defense, you really had no idea how to pack for a trip where you knew neither the duration nor the true final destination. So, it was mainly filled with your essentials, a few clothes for any kind of weather, and enough leu to buy anything else you needed along the way.

The stewardess was waving goodbye to everyone as they shuffled out into the train station, occasionally stopping to shake a hand or give directions to nearby destinations. When you were just about to pass by, though, she pulled you into a tight hug.

“Good luck,” she whispered, holding you just a moment too long before pulling back and giving you an encouraging look. “If he doesn’t take you back, feel free to blame my translation… because if he knows what’s in your heart, I know he’ll say yes.”

“Yeah, that’s the hard part isn’t it?” you laughed weakly. “Thank you for your help. I guess if I come back alone for the return trip tonight, you’ll know how bad it went.”

“Then I hope I don’t see you again,” she winked.

It being a major train station and all, cabs were waiting around every corner so it was pretty easy to grab one and give them the address you already had written down for this exact purpose.

“This is pretty far,” the driver explained, “on the edge of town. Not a tourist spot.”

“Good, because I’m not a tourist,” you nodded, already only giving him half your attention as you pulled out the translated speech to practice.

“And you can afford this?” he pressed. You sighed and dug through your bag, pulling out a haphazard stack of bills and handing them through the plastic partition.

“Is this enough?” you asked, and he didn’t answer, just taking the money and starting the car as you smiled and leaned back in your seat.

As much as you had tried to convince yourself to not get your hopes up, the butterflies in your stomach felt more like whole birds at this point, demanding to break free as you practiced the words hand-written on the page over and over again, committing it all to memory.

“What are you reading?” the cab driver asked after several minutes.

“Oh, nothing,” you mumbled, “sorry if I’m bothering you, you can turn on the radio.”

“No, it’s not bothering me, but what you are saying… it’s very odd. It sounds like something from a play, or movie,” he explained.

“Um, it’s not,” you replied, a little embarrassed. “But does it sound like it’s from a good movie? Like, if you heard a character say this to another character, would you think they should get together?”

“I… don’t know,” he answered, sounding confused. “I mean, it depends on what happened, right? How they met, how well they get along…”

So, you told him the whole story, as succinctly as possible (which is not very succinct at all). By the end, he was actually giving commentary as you spoke.

“Why the hell did you leave?” he interjected, clearly irritated with you. “You loved him!”

“Yeah, well, sometimes love isn’t enough! I loved my husband too, and look how that turned out,” you defended.

“But that’s different. That was love for all the wrong reasons.”

“I promise, it felt very real at the time,” you shrugged.

“And now?” he countered. “You realize that this man— Sebastian, right?— is real.”

“I hope I’m right this time,” you offered. “But even if I am, he may not agree.”

The driver scoffed, taking a hand off the wheel to wave dismissively. “If he’s anything like you said, then he will still be completely in love with you. After all, you still feel the same way after all this time apart, don’t you?”

“If anything, I love him more every day,” you admitted, your heart beating quickly just to say it aloud.

“You know, when I met my wife, she was engaged to another man. He was rich, good-looking, and he wasn’t even a bad guy unlike this husband you describe. He was a good man, but he wasn’t right for her. They were… content together, but she wasn’t truly happy. Every night I would come to her window and beg her to marry me, because I knew that she knew we were meant for each other, but she was scared because her family wouldn’t approve and she would be a poor man’s wife.”

“How did you convince her to marry you instead?” you asked eagerly, sucked into the story already.

“I didn’t. On the day of the wedding, some people told me to go and break it up but I didn’t. I thought it would be wrong, to try to ruin her happiness and take it for myself by making a scene at the wedding. I realized she was her own woman and if she wanted to choose him, I had to let her. I had locked myself in my house, not wanting to see anyone that day, and she appeared at my door. I didn’t need to convince her because she knew the truth in her heart, and called off the wedding herself.”

“Wow,” you smiled.

“She was still in her dress!” he recalled with a hearty laugh. “She looked like an angel. We were married just a few days later. And next month will be thirty years,” he added as he lifted his left hand to show the golden band on his finger.

“Thirty years, that’s… a long time,” you sighed.

“It wasn’t always easy,” he admitted. “But it was always worth it.”

Just as you wondered what you could possibly say to that, you felt the car slow down to a stop.

“This is the address you gave me, this is it,” he explained, pointing out his passenger-side window. You leaned up against the glass and gasped in dawning fear as you saw the storefront dark and empty inside.

“No, nonono,” you whispered rapidly to yourself as you swung open the door and hopped out, pressing your face against the glass to try to get a look inside and finding what was undeniably a closed carpentry business. There was a note on the door, taped on the inside of the glass, and you knew enough Romanian to know it said something about a vacation and three months.

“Shit!” you yelped, holding your face in your hands, wondering if your journey had come to an end before it really began.

“Are you alright?” the driver asked, rolling down his window to speak to you.

“This was my only lead, I don’t have his real address,” you explained. “He used to work here, I thought maybe someone would know him…”

He sighed, giving you a sympathetic look. “Get back in, we can search nearby. You came too far to give in yet.”

But getting back in the car felt like giving in, too, which you realized as you looked back at the note taped to the carpenter's door. This was the closest you'd gotten, and it felt wasteful to leave with nothing.

Just as you were ready to hop in the passenger seat and start searching aimlessly through suburban Bucharest, or maybe look around for a Romanian yellow pages, you heard a noise from behind you, across the street; a laugh. His laugh. But it couldn’t be because it was too good to be true… and yet you found yourself whipping your head around and hoping beyond all reason that it was Sebastian.

Across the street was a restaurant, with a large patio where patrons were dining and chatting as they sat at wrought iron tables, and your eyes searched the crowd for any signs of him.

And then your gaze landed on a head of thick brunette hair, red and gold highlights so obvious now when the sunlight hit it this way. Broad shoulders wrapped in a white button-up shirt. He was facing away from you but he was looking to the side so you could see his face; he was smiling, laughing at something someone had said. And it was his smile that you recognized; it was like everything else faded away, and in that moment you thought maybe you could almost be happy with just this, just seeing him be happy even if it had nothing to do with you.

“Sebastian,” you called out to him, but he didn’t react. “Sebastian!”

His whole body turned, his eyes met yours, and you couldn't help but let the tears well in your eyes as you ran across the road to him.

He looked, understandably, stunned, and you realized he was actually waiting on a table at the moment; he said something to them, apparently excusing himself, and stepped closer to you.

But he stopped walking, not coming any closer, not exactly dragging you into his arms like you might've preferred, but with a breath to try to soothe your racing mind, you summoned your memories of the practiced letter and began. *

“Când am venit în Ungaria…” you started slowly, doing your best to remember the words and hoping your pronunciation wasn’t too awful, “nu căutam dragoste. Căutam spațiu, claritate și poate o idee de carte de un milion de dolari. În schimb, am găsit tot ce am căutat toată viața mea…”

You did your best to bite back tears, especially when his expression was nearly unreadable and you had no idea how well this was going.

“Ești tu, Sebastian, bineînțeles că ești tu,” you sighed, laughing slightly. “Ai fost acolo pentru mine când nici nu știam ce vreau de la nimeni. Ai fost prietenul meu fără să spui vreodată un cuvânt - cel puțin nu un cuvânt pe care l-am înțeles. M-ai iubit și nu știam ce să fac cu asta, pentru că uitasem cu mult timp în urmă cum se simțea să fii iubit. Și ce simțeai să iubești cu adevărat pe cineva. Dar te iubesc. Și am fost prost să te las să pleci, atât de neconceput de prost. Vreau să fim noi, Sebastian. Lasă-mă să te iubesc, mai dă-mi o șansă și îți promit că nu te voi mai lăsa să pleci niciodată.

The first thing he said was your name, and just the way he said it made you fall in love with him all over again.

“I… I dream that you would come back,” he shakily replied. “But now I cannot believe. You are my dream.”

Tears were openly flowing at this point and you wanted to run into his arms, but you tried to stay calm and hear him out. He stepped closer, almost hesitant, like you would run away if he got too close too fast.

“I love you, very much that I am sure I am insane person,” he explained with a grin, and you giggled. “We will live anywhere, do anything you would like— be my wife.”

You gasped as he pulled you into him, gripping your arms tightly as his desperation became apparent.

“Marry me?” he asked softly.

“Da,” you nodded, “yes, of course, anything—”

He kissed you suddenly, but gently, and it said more than any words in any language could.

It was a small wedding, in the Hungarian countryside by the lake. You could remember diving into that lake for lost pages of your manuscript; you could remember looking out over the water and dreaming of this moment you were living right now, thinking it was impossible.

He didn’t have much family, but they welcomed you with open arms.

Your family, well, they were too busy with planning another wedding, for your ex-husband and your ex-sister. A few of them sent cards but the rest were suspiciously quiet. You honestly didn’t even notice… you had a new family to attend to, anyhow. And it wasn’t like you didn’t have any guests, since you were able to track down and invite a stewardess named Maria, and a cab driver named Andrei and his wife, Paola.

Sebastian’s cousins weaved flowers into your hair and his grandmother tailored her dress to fit you like a glove. A picture of his parents was hung nearby in tribute; he told you they would’ve wanted to see him get married but that he felt, in some way, they were able to even if they had passed away quite some time ago.

You realized you’d never seen him in anything even mildly formal before; in fact, the suit he wore was rather casual, all things considered, but he looked so painfully cute in it. Sometimes you thought he actually looked a bit out of place wearing a shirt, though, especially one that was buttoned up all the way.

Luckily, the shirt was halfway unbuttoned about ten minutes into the reception.

Mrs. Alberti cooked a massive dinner for everyone, and even grew the flowers that you carried down the cobblestone aisle.

And wow, can Romanians drink. You had to be careful not to try to keep up with them, because if you had you would’ve been blacked out halfway into the night and the last thing you wanted was to forget even a moment of this.

As the night started to wind down to a close, you and your new husband retired to the lakehouse, running up the stairs and finding them as creaky as always.

He wrapped his arms around you in the hall and kissed you eagerly as you stumbled back into the bedroom, tripping over the doorway and falling onto the bed together.

It felt so right to have his weight on top of you, to feel his smile against your lips, to wrap your arms around his neck.

“This room,” he mumbled into the kiss. “Do you remember first time?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “da, I remember, how could I forget?”

He grinned and moved his lips down to your neck. "I thought of you every day… I love you,” he whispered.

“Te iubesc,” you whispered back.

It was almost like the first time in so many ways: passionate, yet oddly hesitant as you rediscovered each other. It was comfortable, though… you couldn’t think of any other person you felt so comfortable with, somebody who finally got you out of your own head and who made you want to experience everything life had to offer.

You were sure you’d never gone so long without worrying about something in all your life.

“My wife,” he whispered against your skin. “This is all I had wanted… from seeing you in very beginning.”

“You’re all I ever wanted,” you sighed in return, “ești tot ce mi-am dorit vreodată, Sebastian.”

Life with Sebastian was beautifully simple. You spent most of the day writing, usually, while he built furniture to sell and occasionally gardened with his spare time. You could always tell how busy you’d been with a new novel lately by how perfectly groomed the hydrangea bushes were.

You’d told him once that you’d come to Hungary looking for a million-dollar book idea. A Killer in Disguise performed alright, but not anywhere near that. The Language of Love, on the other hand, was definitely a million-dollar idea… about eleven times over. Sebastian didn’t seem to worry too much about how much money you made, though; he was just proud to say that he was the inspiration for your hit novel. You secretly suspected that he was more proud of your work reaching enough international notoriety to be translated into Romanian.

His English still needed some work, but you found it endearing. He was determined to get better and spent at least a half-hour each day practicing, but you hoped he wouldn’t get too perfect because you would miss the silly little mistakes he made. At least you could be sure he’d keep the accent forever… damn, that accent; and he knew exactly what it did to you, too.

In fact, you were crossing through the hall in your robe one evening when your husband’s voice stopped you.

“Darling wife,” you heard Sebastian call from the bedroom in a playful sing-song.

“What is it, Seba?” you asked with a smirk.

“Come in here, please…”

You opened the bedroom door to find most of the room covered in rose petals: most of all the bed, which was surrounded by candles, and topped with a shirtless (as per usual) Sebastian, laid on his side seductively with a long-stemmed rose (one you recognized from his very own garden) between his teeth.

“What are you doing?” you laughed. “Is this some sort of special occasion I’ve forgotten?”

You were already searching your mind for what it could be, but your two-year anniversary had passed a few months ago already and since it was spring it couldn’t be the anniversary of when you first met since that was late in the summer.

“Iss not quite a thpecial occathion yeth,” he answered before taking the rose from his mouth so he actually made sense. “I was considering it could be a special occasion, when we’re done…”

You smirked and climbed over the candles and into bed with him, taking the opportunity to run your hands over his chest. “And what occasion would that be?”

“A year from now, it could be the anniversary of when our child was conceived,” he answered.

Your breath caught in your throat, your voice reduced to a whisper of surprise. “Seba—”

“If you’re not ready, I will be understand,” he instantly added, stern yet soft. “Only if you want this, I just thought that maybe—”

You silenced him with a kiss, lacing your fingers into his hair and letting him roll you onto your back. He pulled back just enough to let you answer, but your noses were still bumping into each other and you smiled.

“I’m ready, Sebastian. More than ready,” you whispered.

He grinned and kissed you again, deeper and slower as he held your face with one hand and gripped your waist with the other. As his lips trailed down to your neck, you were interrupted with one pressing thought.

“Can I ask you something?”

He popped up and looked down at you with a smile. “Sure!”

“Why are you wearing ratty old jeans?” you laughed.

“Hey, these worked on you the first time,” he defended.

You gasped. “You don’t mean those are the jeans—”

“Yes,” he nodded, “the jeans that I had been wearing when I was working on Mrs. Alberti’s cottage. And, truly, when I was finding an excuse to work outside your window.”

“Wait,” you sat up, “did you actually work outside my window on purpose?”

He laughed, hanging his head quickly before looking back at you again with a sparkle in his eye. “You are very smart, my love, except for those times when you are— how do you say? Oblivious.”

You chuckled, unfortunately very aware that he was right.

“Didn’t you ever wonder why I was building a window frame, nearly a dozen metres away from the window it was for?”

You thought for a moment before dropping your face into your hands and laughing. “No, I didn’t notice that. I was too busy giving you a thorough eye-fuck,” you recalled.

“Yes, because I was not wearing a shirt and this distracted you,” he pondered, sounding suddenly like a scientist explaining a theorem or something. “See, that’s the beauty of wearing the jeans and no shirt. The body distracts you while the jeans seduce you.”

“How about you take the jeans off and put that body on me, capisce?” you pleaded; not that you didn’t love his humor or anything, but maybe his funny bone wasn’t exactly the bone you were interested in at the moment.

He grinned devilishly and suddenly pulled your legs apart, settling his body between them as he kissed your neck again, nipping at your jawline and ear. “You’re being impatient, dragă,” he purred. “You want to have my baby that badly?”

You whined involuntarily, arching your back as his hands roamed your body and finally began to untie your robe and push the silk out of the way. “Yes, Sebastian, please—”

“Let’s just say, theoretically, I wanted to have more than one? Would you have another of my children?” he asked softly as he reached up and palmed at your breasts, teasing your nipples which were already much too hard and sensitive for how little he’d touched you. The rough denim rubbing against the inside of your thighs was oddly arousing— maybe it was the sensation itself, or maybe it was just that this was almost like the first thing you imagined when you saw Sebastian all those years ago.

“Yes,” you moaned out your answer, “yes, you know I’d do anything for you.”

“What if I wanted a big family?” he pressed. “Really big? Like, Catholic big?”

“We can have our own fuckin’ Brady Bunch, Seb, I just need you right now,” you begged, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a hot and desperate kiss.

He decided to wait until afterwards to ask what a ‘Brady Bunch’ was. You decided to wait until afterwards to ask when he’d learned how to use the word ‘theoretically’.

sfarsit; the end

#sebastian stan x reader

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closedmonsters · 4 years ago

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✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 ✞

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. when his schedule became not so hectic, minghao decides to surprise you after realizing you’ve been as exhausted as he is lately.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. xu minghao x ceo!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. NSFW, strong language, top!reader, bottom!minghao, deep throat, face fuck, crossdressing (minghao wears lingerie), fingering, praise kink, sex against desk, choking if you squint, breeding, hair pulling, dacryphilia, office sex, overstimulation, degradation if you squint, name calling (slut), lots of dirty talk

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Being the CEO of a most selling, popular brand worldwide would always get tiring no matter how you love your job. Most of the time, you’d have to stay in your office to complete the task works, sign some papers, deal with things the CEO has to deal with and has no time resting. So the only escape was Xu Minghao, your boyfriend, who have always been the source of relief to you and could make you smile no matter what the situation is.

However, he’s one of korea’s famous boy group meaning his schedule isn’t always free— in fact, it was more hectic than yours and you’d only see him for like twenty minutes before he has to go again.

Due to this, it’s been almost two weeks since you properly spent time with each other and both were as stressed as the other, annoyance showing as day goes by.

Today, though? Minghao got lucky.

Seventeen was given a weekend off, which means he finally can spend those two days with you to catch up, and he was obviously excited despite knowing your schedule doesn’t match his. Remembering how exhausted you sounded last night when he called, Minghao bought something for the surprise — something that he knows you’ll love and go crazy over — wearing it underneath his usual fashionista type of outfit before leaving the dorm.

You were rubbing your temples when the telephone on your desk started ringing, causing an exasperated sigh to escape as your finger pushed the answer button so you don’t have to take the phone. “What is it?”

“Sir, I apologize for the disturbance. Mr. Xu is on his way there to your office, I thought I should notify you.”

Surprise coat your face, but relief washed over you and a smile automatically spread across your lips, ignoring the tiredness. “Alright, thank you.”

As soon as the line went off, the doors opened and Minghao enters, immediately smiling at you, then locking them behind him. He has to thank you for not having transparent doors like other CEO’s. Walking over to you, his hand found itself on your shoulder and gently rubbed it, concern filling him at the sight of your tired face.

“Are you okay, wô de ài?” The nickname in his native language made your stomach do flips as a relaxed smile appear on your lips.

“I am, darling. Thank you for coming here, but I still have things to do and I don’t think I’ll finish them anytime soon.” Disappointment was evident in your voice as you sigh and rub your face with one hand, wanting to finish everything as soon as possible so you can tend to him.

Minghao glances at the papers and begins gathering them. You didn’t question it; looking at those papers give you headache and you’ll be more than glad to not see it scattered all over your desk. He then pulled the drawer to place them inside. “You need to relax, (Y/n).” You sighed at his soft, soothing voice.

“I’ll help you.” He said and turned your office chair for you to face him, kneeling on the floor and giving your thighs a firm squeeze.

You hummed appreciatively, Minghao taking it as a sign of permission before he unbuckled your belt, popping the buttons and sliding the pants down along with your boxers, letting it rest on your thighs as your semi-hard cock sprung out.

He almost let out a moan at its sight, but prevented himself, licking his lips and looking up at you, who was waiting with one of your elbows on the armrest as your cheek rest on the back of your hand. Seeing lust take over your previously tired eyes made him gulp in excitement, knowing you won’t go easy on him once he starts. Not that he’s a masochist, but he always liked when you go rough on him, specially at a working place.

“Go ahead, love. Help me relieve the stress.” You smirked, watching him like a predator targeting its prey.

Nodding silently, he finally wrapped his hand around your cock which almost made you buckle your hips, the familiar sensation making you shiver. Minghao began moving his hand and giving kitten licks on the tip, not having to wait long for it to go completely hard. Once it did, he rubs the slit with his thumb and let his tongue travel from the base to the head, pulling a pleasured groan out of you.

Your hand that your face was previously resting on slips through Minghao’s black hair while the other laid on the armrest, unused. “Take it all in now.” The words came out as demanding, his hips unconsciously buckling in response.

Minghao doesn’t hesitate to obey your demand, opening his mouth to slide your cock all the way in. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his warm mouth engulfing you while he gagged at your size and length, eyes stinging as tears appeared, feeling your hand tightening its hold on his hair but not enough to hurt him. Starting to bob his head up and down, Minghao watched as you throw your head back in pleasure and moan sinfully, the sound completely turning him on.

“Ah, fuck— you’re so good at this, baby.” You praise, followed by a moan.

Minghao always love hearing you praise him, thus he took it as an encouragement to lower his head further down as he continued bobbing his head, feeling your cock slide in and out of his throat each movement, earning a much louder moan from you.

Looking up, his cock twitched in his pants at the sight— your face showing pure ecstasy with eyes closed, mouth apart to let out series of curses and moans and groans, empty hand gripping the armrest until your knuckles turned white. Minghao felt pride swarm inside him for how obviously good he makes you feel. However, when you opened your eyes and leaned away from the office chair while tugging on his hair enough to give him both pain and pleasure, Minghao stopped himself from bobbing his head and stayed at the tip of your cock, his tongue licking the slit.

“Do you think you can take me fucking into your mouth like a sex doll, hm?” You asked, smirking almost sadistically, tilting your head.

Although he knew it was rhetorical, Minghao still nodded.

A chuckle erupts from your throat, “Of course, you can. You’re my good little slut after all.” His own erection throbbed at the name.

Minghao didn’t have time to prepare himself before you pushed his head to take all your cock in again, this time holding him in place as you start thrusting your hips and fuck his throat ruthlessly, wet sounds echoing throughout your office while he gagged on your cock, choking a little. Fortunately, everything is soundproof in your work place so there’s no need to worry about someone hearing your personal business.

His cock throbbed in his pants each time you fuck into his mouth and it felt as if he was going to cum any seconds just by you abusing his throat, but he doesn’t care at that moment as all he could focus on was the pleasure.

Saliva and precum dripped down his chin and his jaw was becoming sore, yet he didn’t want you to stop as squeezed your thighs with his hands. Your moans starts to get louder as Minghao felt your cock throbbing in his mouth, the movement of your hips becoming sloppy, excitement dancing in the pit of his stomach. With five more thrusts into his mouth you came, loud moan escaping your lips and head thrown back, spilling your hot seeds in his throat.

Minghao moans at the taste of you and buckled his hips, almost cumming, tears running down his flushed cheeks as he gripped your thighs and waited for you to calm down from your high. As soon as you pulled out, he doesn’t waste time to swallow the remaining cum in his mouth, lips glossy due to the mixture of his saliva and your cum.

Gently gripping his jaw, you forced him to open his mouth and smirked in satisfaction. “Hm... Such a good boy, swallowing my cum obediently like the little slut that you are.”

Tears glistening his eyes, Minghao rubs your arm with one hand while the other squeezed your thigh. “Please, (Y/n), it’s been so long.” He begged desperately. You raised your brows, clearly loving how he begs to be fucked right then and there, but wanting him to do more.

“(Y/n)— Please, please, please, fuck me. I waited so long for this, just fucking ruin me.”

Oh, now that he mentioned, you aren’t definitely gonna go easy on him today.

Before he could utter more desperate begs, you smashed your lips on his to kiss him hungrily and lustfully, bringing both hands down to lift him up by the back of his thighs and he quickly wrapped his legs around you in response, reciprocating the kiss. You set him on the table, brushing your unclothed crotch against his clothed one to pull a moan out of you two.

“Wait,” Breathing out, Minghao stopped your hands that were beginning to remove his clothes. You pulled away and looked at him in confusion as he bit his lip, “I actually wanted to surprise you.” Before unbuttoning his pants and sliding it off his legs, your eyes widening at the black laced lingerie he’s wearing.

He then removed his top, also revealing a black laced lingerie hugging his figure perfectly. Mesmerized by the lustful sight right in front of your eyes, you couldn’t help but run your hands all over his body in amazement at his beauty. He felt shy under your strong gaze, but seeing you get all bothered by him wearing a feminine underwear boosted his confidence.

“You should wear something like this more.” You finally said, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses along his neck, pulling his hips closer so your crotches brushed against each other once again and earning an angelic moan from Minghao. “It drives me crazy with the want and need to ruin you.” You growled against his ear, causing shivers to crawl up his spine.

You then pulled away to place two fingers in front of his mouth, “Suck.”

Minghao immediately obliged, sucking on it as sexually as possible to turn you on more, running his wet muscle against the skin like it’s a lollipop all the while maintaining eye contact before letting it go with a pop. You pushed the bottom of the lingerie aside and aligned one finger well coated with saliva on his hole, entering it slowly.

“Fuck, were you fucking yourself or something, baby?” You cursed, noticing how two fingers were quick to slip in.

Minghao moaned and wrapped his arms around your neck, one hand tangling on your hair as you began pushing your fingers in and out. “A-ah! I- I was, with a dildo— fuck!”

You clicked your tongue twice, not in annoyance but as a way to mock him.

“Filthy slut, aren’t you? Fucking yourself with a dildo, imagining it was me all along... You could’ve filmed it and send it to me, I would’ve loved to watch you make a mess out of yourself.” You smirked as his cock twitched at the imagination and he gasped, clinging onto you tighter when your fingers did wonders on its own.

Tears were already shimmering in his eyes that had yours darken. You then curled your fingers inside him, successfully hitting his prostate, causing Minghao to moan loudly and arch his back in pleasure. Your lips clasped around the skin of his exposed neck, sucking, licking and biting to create marks all over, doubling the pleasure being given to him.

“(Y-Y/n), please— AGHN! Fuck! It— it feels so fucking good!” Minghao mewled, tears now escaping his beautiful eyes.

You groaned against his neck and stopped the urge to buckle your hips. Chuckling darkly, you pulled away just enough to look at his tearstained face that had your pants tighten. “Oh, yeah? I bet it does. You love my fingers, don’t you?”

As if testing him, you thrusted your fingers knuckle-deep, earning a gasp from your boyfriend. He couldn’t answer you properly even if he tried because of your fingers that constantly thrusted to hit his prostate, never missing a beat — all he could do was moan and moan and moan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The sight of him fucked out just with your fingers was so pretty to behold that it had you grinding your hips on the table to cause some little friction.

“God, you’re already a mess.” You growled against his ear and Minghao whimpers. “I’m gonna fuck you well and hard. I hope you can fucking take it.” He clenched around your fingers after hearing those words, earning a hum from you, noticing how close he was to orgasming.

Thrusting your fingers in a fast pace, Minghao arches his back as loud moan escaped his throat. “Oh my god, f-uck! Please, please, please— aghHh! (Y/n)!”

“That’s right, baby.” You praise, fastening the pace of your fingers and perfectly hitting his prostate while Minghao can’t do anything but to moan at the torturous pleasure given to him. Your cock hurt from how hard it was at the angelic sight; Minghao in black lace lingerie, completely drowned in pleasure.

“Are you gonna cum?” You asked gently, a contrast to how your fingers were moving. Minghao only frantically nods his head in repeat, unable to form any coherent sentences as his hands tried to search for something to grip on the desk.

“Cum for me, now.” That was enough to send him over the edge.

Minghao let out a loud, drawn out moan while throwing his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came untouched, white seeds shooting from the tip of his cock staining the black laced lingerie he wore. His entire body shakes and he could already see stars in his vision, although his consciousness knew this isn’t over yet.

Helping him ride out his high, you thrusted your fingers a few times more before pulling out and licking them, (e/c) eyes watching him intently. Once catching his breath, Minghao pulls you by the necktie to smash his lips back against yours, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He slipped his hand through your hair while the other stayed on your nape, tugging it to erupt a moan from you. His legs wraps around your waist to bring you closer and he buckled his hips to brush your cocks together. You moaned against his mouth and grinded your hips to cause more friction.

Breaking the kiss, Minghao breathlessly chuckled before licking his swollen lips. You glanced at it, then back at him, a smirk spreading across your face.

God, you’re so fucking hot. Minghao thought.

You don’t fucking know how much you affect him.

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me well and hard?” He said rather seductively even though it wasn’t his intention to, grasping your hand and putting it over his exposed throat. Your cock twitches.

“Of course,” Pressing the sides of Minghao’s throat, you smirked. “Don’t have to be so hungry for my cock, darling. I plan to ruin you.” You didn’t let him wait and slammed your cock inside him without warning, immediately pulling a high pitched scream out his lips, his head thrown back on the desk.

The confidence he had was quickly thrown out the window as you began thrusting your hips, angling to make sure your cock hit his prostate.

“Fuck! aghhHn! Yes, right th-there!” He whines, unable to keep himself from making all sounds possible, hair disheveled.

“Fuck,” You breathe against his neck, biting on the skin and sending a prick of pain through him. “You feel so fucking good, Minghao. Such a good slut just as I remember.” Minghao clenched around you at the praise that spilled and you groan, loving the way his walls wrap around your cock perfectly, as if it was made to be like that.

A series of profanities, whimpers and moans were escaping Minghao’s mouth as you roughly pounded into him like there’s no tomorrow, cherishing the time you finally have with your boyfriend and both drowning in pleasure.

His back arched, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Oh my god— (Y/n)!” Minghao was practically screaming your name at this point.

You pressed the sides of his throat gently once again, growl slipping pass your lips. “That’s it, scream my name, darling. Let everyone know how good I make you feel.” Grunting, you snapped your hips against his roughly and thrusted your cock deeper.

Minghao threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head for the third time this day, near-scream moan erupting from his throat. Tears spilled from his eyes endlessly and he could already see stars in his vision, mind too clouded in pleasure to think about anything else. It feels so damn good — the way every inches of your cock brushes against his insides and hits his prostate at a perfect angle. He can’t think about anything but you and how your big, thick cock feels.

His arms wrapped around your neck and one hand slipped through your disheveled hair, tugging just enough to sting. You hissed slightly but didn’t stop him since even that little pain turned into pleasure.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna— ’m gonna cum!” Minghao screams, staring into your eyes with his own tearful ones.

You lean close to him and bite his ear, Minghao’s hips jolting in reaction. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum on my cock? Go ahead, make a mess out of it. Cum, baby.” Yur growl was enough to send him over the edge.

His back arched and he screams loud while throwing his head back, white seeds shooting out from his cock for the second time this day and prettily decorating his stomach and chest. The tug on your hair strengthened when he reached his orgasm, but you paid no mind to it as you went to create more visible hickeys on the skin of his neck, moaning yourself at how tight he became. It took everything in you not to cum just then and there.

You didn’t stop thrusting even after he came, causing his body to tremble from overstimulation and whimpers escapes his mouth.

“(Y-Y/n)... ah! I- I just came— hngh! Too much!” Minghao moans, his throat starting to become sore and drool dripping on his chin, but you made no move to stop, though your thrusts aren’t as rough as before.

“Hao, my love, can you still take it?” You spoke lovingly and adoringly putting a contrast to how rough you were handling him just seconds ago, hand stroking his cheek affectionately.

Even though the question was purely rhetorical, Minghao still nodded his head and placed his hand above yours that is on his cheek, dazed look on his face. “Y-yes. Please, (Y/n), cum— Fuck—! Cum in me. Please.” He whines, desperate to be filled with your cum, to be bred by you.

You chuckled lowly, sending shivers down his spine.

“Oh, I will even if you don’t tell me to.” Your pace slowed, but your thrust became sharp and deep, pulling a gasp and loud moan out of his pretty little mouth. “I’ll fill you up good until you’re full and my cum’s dripping out of your hole. Breed you well and good, hm? Would you like that?” You licked your lips and pounded into him sharply and harshly on purpose — Minghao couldn’t do anything but moan louder than ever before every time your cock reach the very end of his insides.

Minghao nods his head rapidly as incoherent noises spilled from his mouth, tongue almost making an appearance. That’s when you knew he’s completely out of it; too lost in pleasure to even answer anything you say.

With each thrusts your moans became louder and louder until you could feel an orgasm building in your stomach, your pace only then turning sloppy. Minghao felt your cock throb a few times before both of you let out a loud moan and a hot seed spilled inside him, perfectly filling him up just like you promised, the weeks of not getting a relief taking toll on you.

You rolled your hips slowly, calming yourself from your high and leaning down to capture his lips in a breathless passionate kiss. However, when you pulled away, Minghao immediately knew you aren’t done with him due to the way your eyes glinted darkly in predatory.

But he saw it coming, didn’t he?

If not, he wouldn’t have come here in the first place and seduce you wearing the most sexiest lingerie he knows you’d love. So he smiled breathlessly, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you close until your nose touches his, sigh leaving him.

“Go ahead, my love... Don’t stop until you’re satisfied.”

Minghao certainly does not regret choosing to wear a black laced lingerie for this surprise.

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johnsamericano · 4 years ago

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Oop could i request a hard daddy dom fic w hyuck PLEEEEEASE ohmygod, w thigh riding, edging, orgasm denial and breeding kink bruh just make it filthy please im hyorny (hyuck +horny) thank u in advance tho 💚😔🌻

omg hyorny👏 YOU👏 ARE 👏AN 👏INTELLCTUAL . There’s not much breeding kink cuz I forgot to include it after I finished the first draft smh

“Hey, hyuck.” You greeted from the kitchen while pouring hot water into your ramen cup. “How was your day?”

“Cut the crap, y/n. My day was awful because of you.” He threw his hoodie somewhere around the living room.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You smirked.

“Don’t act innocent.” He stood behind you, pulling you closer so you could feel his bulge. “You know how hard it is to dance with a rock hard erection?”

“Well I obviously don’t since I don’t have a dick.” Before you knew it, his hand was wrapped around your neck, slightly pressing it. “H-hyuck.”

“That’s not my name, slut.” You murmured a small ‘daddy’, feeling the grip on your neck loosen up a little. “That’s better. Now, let’s teach this little dumb pet not to talk back to her owner.” He turned you around and threw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass on his way to your shared bedroom.

He carelessly threw you into the bed before taking a seat at the small chair beside the window.

“I’ll give you a minute to undress.” You obliged as fast as you could, throwing all of your clothes to the floor. “Come here.” He demanded as soon as there was no fabric covering your skin.

You tried taking a seat between his legs, but he immediately moved you so your core was directly touching his soft sweatpants.

“What are you waiting for?” He laid back with an eyebrow lifted, arms crossed in front of his chest.

You started moving back and forward, your hands gripping the armrests for a steady support. Haechan enjoyed himself while watching you struggle to keep a steady pace, a string of desperate whines leaving your mouth.

“Daddy, please, I need help.” You said as you felt your legs weakening and your high approaching.

“Did I say you could talk?” He slapped your thigh, not hard enough for it to sting but enough to make you jolt. “Keep going.”

“I can’t, please.” You cried out, nevertheless, you kept moving, trying your best to please him. He clenched his thigh on purpose. “Please.”

“You should’ve thought that before sending me that voice note of you moaning.”

“I’m sorry, daddy. Please, I’ll be good from now on.” He took a handful of your hair, pulling it back and bending your neck at an awkward angle.

“Stop talking unless you want me to gag you. But you’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’re just a filthy little slut.” You wanted to go back to being his ‘precious little baby’, but of course, you had to take your punishment for that to happen.

You remained quiet as you rocked your hips back and forth, burying hard on your lip to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

“I’m close, daddy.” You warned, knowing a good girl always asks for permission to come.

“Keep moving, but you can’t come.” He attentively watched your frown grow as you tried your best to hold it back. “What is it, baby? Is it too much for you?” He asked mockingly. You nodded. “Then use the safe word.”

“N-no.” Satisfied with your answer, hyuck allowed you to get up, your legs uncontrollably shaking and your core aching for release.

He got rid of his pants and underwear, getting up from the chair while pumping his hand up and down his length.

“Turn around.” He hugged your body from behind while slowly entering you. “My dumb slut has such a tight little hole.” He groaned beside your ear with that husky voice you loved so much. “I’m gonna fuck my seed into you until you’re pregnant with my baby.” His words sent electric shots to your heat.

Your legs felt like jelly while he snapped his hips against your ass, his strong arms preventing you from falling onto the ground. He moved one of his hands to your throbbing clit, using all of his fingers to rub it harshly. You felt in cloud nine.

“Please.” Hyuck was close to release, he just wanted to play with you a little longer.

“Who are you?” He gave your boob a squeeze.

“I’m daddy’s dumb slut.” Tears rolled down from your cheeks onto the ground, forming small puddles.

“Good girl. Come for me now.” You finally let the knot on your tummy snap, a spurt of transparent liquid falling onto the ground, mixing with your tears. Haechan filled you up with his seed, kissing your neck as he pulled out. “Look at the mess you made, baby.” He pointed at the floor.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright, angel, as long as you promise you’ll clean it yourself.” He whispered while entering his thumb to your mouth and caressing your tongue. “Put that little mouth of yours to use, won’t you?”

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adminbryantsaki · 4 years ago

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Congrats on the 50 followers! How about Aizawa for some headcanons? :)

Thank you! Of course. He's one of my personal favorites. These will be different than the Headcanons for my Alpha Werewolf version of him. I hope you enjoy everyone's favorite sleepy man.

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TW: Breeding kink, bondage, cockwarming.

SFW:

v He is actually really nice and caring once you break through the tough guy barrier.

v When the two of you are alone. (Usually between classes and the both of your jobs) He will hold you close and give you affections that he wouldn’t want to show around the other teachers.

v He would cuddle you on the couch and run his fingers through your hair while the two of you watched a movie quietly while Eri and Hizashi sleep in other parts of the dorm you all share since the training camp incident.

v He would let you climb into his sleeping bag with him so he could keep you close while he slept. He told you that he sleeps better with someone close to him so that’s why he let you come into his sleeping bag.

v On his days off he would want to spend time with you. Even if its just the two of you cuddling while playing Nintendo games or just are quiet laying in the window seat while the two of you sleep. You would be passed out on his chest and he would lovingly watch you sleep. He wouldn’t move as he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep.

v He can actually cook. Just not that often.

v He would want to treat you to gifts that you wouldn’t expect. You would drag him to the mall to go ‘window shopping’. Little did you know he wanted to bring you here to see what you really liked since you were a hard person to shop for. He would watch you dart around the stores that had caught your interest and took note of the items that you really took interest in. Later he would come with Hizashi to buy them for you and surprise you with the gift.

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v This man has a bondage kink. He would be whispering in your ear about the things he would do to you after he tied you up. You would have to excuse yourself from the room to cool yourself off.

v Even though he might not show it now since he is a teacher with 20 students that he sees as his own kids, He really wants his own kids. He has a breeding kink and has told you on multiple occasions that when his class graduates, he will fill you with his seed over and over until you are pregnant.

v When he is working late at the school, he will invite you to come over to his office and keep him company while he grades papers. He will stand up to greet you while still in his hero uniform. You had come over from your internship at some other hero agency so you were still in your work outfit. He smiles and kisses you deeply. The two of you are alone. He sits back down and pulls you close to him. You begin to sit on his desk but he stops you and takes a break from looking at papers. His tired, dark eyes look up at your blushing form in your almost transparent blouse and tight-fitting skirt that made him bite his lip. The look in his eye and obvious boner made it clear that you were gonna cockwarm him while he finished grading the papers.

v He would be open to trying anything you wanted to. He wanted to make sure you would be safe as you explore what you do and don’t like. He would make sure you were nice and cared for after going at it a few rounds. He would make sure you’re hydrated by getting you a glass of water and making sure you drink. He would tell you how good you were while gently rubbing lazy circles on your back, stroking your hair, and kissing your forehead.

The next morning you would wake up and feel sore. Your legs feeling like jelly. He would already be up, making you coffee and breakfast. He would walk in with a plate of food and a cup of coffee made the way you liked it. He saw your beautiful form and smiled. He sets the food down and climbs into the bed next to you and kisses you. “Good morning, kitten.” He told you and you opened up your eyes to look at him. “How do you feel, love?” He asked as he reached over to get the coffee and hand it to you. “I’m sore. You were rough.” You told him honestly. He smiled. “You eat your breakfast then we’ll take a nice long bath, how does that sound?” He told you. You nodded and ate your food happily.

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➾rapline x reader

➾ impregnation kink, cumplay, sloppy seconds, foursome (duh), infidelity (???) idek anymore

➾ 2.4k

➾ basically the rap line take turns breeding you, inspired by an ask i got this afternoon :”) this is literally the most filthy thing i’ve written to date, children PLEASE GO AWAY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

ps this is not THE yoongi impreg fic ;-)

“Your pussy tastes especially sweet today, baby.” The laps of his tongue against your sensitive core are making your thighs twitch from their spread out position on the bed, and Yoongi smirks in response. “Do you have something you wanna tell us?”

He’s spreading your lips apart with his fingers, and even without looking, you can feel the sticky, transparent strings of your arousal drip endlessly.

“Fuck, she’s so fucking wet, hyung.” Namjoon voices out helpfully, his hand stroking his dick as he admires the way your pussy is practically drooling.

Yoongi slides his fingers through the strings of your arousal, breaking them and catching them on his tongue. Behind him, Hoseok takes in a sharp breath as your tiny hole clenches in response, and from your vantage point laid flat on the bed, you can see how ready the two virile males behind Yoongi look, and your pussy throbs in want.

Their cocks are all rock hard, with the heads an irritated red contributed by their teasing jerks, hard enough to keep them satisfied while ogling your pussy, but not enough so that they cum all over the floor.

“Answer us baby,” Yoongi purrs with his tongue against your clit briefly. “Is there a reason you’re especially wet today?”

You resist the urge to buck into his mouth, instead reaching up to palm your breasts, acutely aware of the two men’s gazes behind you as they watch your every move like a predator stalking its prey. Your boyfriend punishes your lack of a response with a sharp nip to your inner thigh, and you yelp in response.

“I-I’m ovulating, fuck,” you choke out finally, feeling heat sear your cheeks when Yoongi smirks, and the two younger males groan behind him. Their strokes speed up significantly in response.

“Is that why you called us over here, princess? Because you wanted your fertile pussy stuffed full of cock?” Yoongi amuses himself by sliding two fingers inside you. “Made me call Namjoon and Hoseok too because your greedy pussy isn’t satisfied with just one cock, you need three.”

“Yoongi, please.” By now you’re squirming on the bed, and Yoongi places his hands on your inner thighs to keep them pinned to the bed. You whine at the loss of his touch on where you need it the most, but then you feel his head rubbing at the folds of your drenched slit, and nearly sob in desperation.

“Be a good girl and stroke my friends while I fuck you good, alright princess?” Yoongi caresses your plump hips as Namjoon and Hoseok take their places beside you, shoving their cocks into your face.

You gladly take both of their lengths in each hand, and they’re already more than lubricated with the copious amounts of precum dribbling from their tips. Making sure that they’re close enough to your body so that any excess precum is dribbled onto your tits, you shoot them a salacious smirk as you slick your palms up and down their aching lengths.

Satisfied with the attention you’re giving to his friends, Yoongi slides his cock home, spreading you apart so wide that your hands pause momentarily on the two cocks above you and your thighs attempt to clamp shut. But Yoongi won’t have it, as he grabs your thighs and spreads your legs in a V shape to reveal how your pussy gobbles every inch of his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it princess,” Yoongi begins thrusting deep into your cunt, his cock spearing your walls. “Keep stroking those cocks baby, or else I’ll stop.”

You can only resume jerking Namjoon and Hoseok off, even as they each grab your legs behind your knees to keep you spread for Yoongi, so that he can place his weight onto his hands and rut into you. With the changed angle, he hits the very back of your pussy with every thrust, and your soft, receptive cervix is battered by the head of his cock.

“Yoongi, fuck,” you gasp out your pleasure for him to hear, but Namjoon reaches for your chin and tilts it towards him. He pushes your hand away and shoves his cock into your mouth, effectively shutting you up. You can only moan at how roughly he thrusts into your face, balls hitting your chin as you continue to stroke Hoseok.

“Like being used like a slut, don’t you?” Namjoon comments, giving a particularly hard thrust so that he can feel the back of your throat. “Fuck, Yoongi-hyung, your girlfriend’s fucking amazing.”

Yoongi doesn’t reply because he’s too busy pounding your pussy, the slaps of skin attesting to just how bruised your skin will be after this. You can feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, and you want to ask for him to cum inside you, but you can’t with Namjoon’s cock ramming down your throat.

You try anyway, and it ends up as a gag around his cock. But Yoongi doesn’t need to be told to finish inside, and he erupts in your pussy with a few harsh thrusts. He pulls out almost immediately to watch the cum stream from your well used hole, disappointed when nothing dribbles out because he practically shot his cum right up against your cervix.

Namjoon finally gives you a break, stroking your cheek in appreciation as he glances at your pussy, hoping to see the tell-tale signs of cum escaping as well.

“Ba-baby-“ you’re slightly out of breath, throat sore from Namjoon’s face fucking as you address your boyfriend, who’s holding your pussy lips apart and massaging them, hoping to coax his cum out. “Can the boys cum inside my pussy too?”

A shocked intake of breath greets you as Yoongi’s eyes shoot to yours, and you feel his fingers freeze on your cunt.

“You want us to breed you, princess?”

“Ye-yes. I want you to take turns. Just to make sure your seed takes.”

A low murmur of curses come from the two males by your side, gazes still fixed on your well fucked pussy.

“What are you idiots waiting for?” Yoongi drawls in his usual, irritated way, and Namjoon springs into action, taking his place between your legs.

The head of his cock nudges your lips apart, and he slides in easily. Yoongi satisfies himself with watching you take another man’s cock deep in your pussy even as you turn to swallow down Hoseok’s cock.

“I can feel your cum hyung, fuck, you filled her up so much,” Namjoon is already balls deep inside you, and you can feel the squelch of his cock in your cum filled cunt.

“Not enough, I want you to cum inside her till she’s leaking,” Yoongi reaches to spread your legs wider for Namjoon. “And you, princess, are not allowed to cum till all three of us have bred you.”

You’re almost beginning to regret asking to be bred like this, because the combination of the slippery cum being forced out of your pussy, with Yoongi’s tender strokes of your clit are sending shocks down your spine, and your walls are convulsing around Namjoon’s cock already.

“Yoongi, please, I need to cum,” you reach for his hand and grip it tightly, forcing it away from your sensitive clit even as you rest Hoseok’s cock on your tongue for a second.

“Shhh, I know you can take it baby, you asked to be bred remember? So we’re not done till you’re pregnant for sure. Good cumsluts don’t cum till they’ve taken all the cum they possibly can.” Yoongi whispers in your ear, soothing your whines with sweet kisses down your neck. You didn’t know Yoongi would be this turned on by the thought of you getting pregnant, but his filthy mouth makes you leak even more around Namjoon’s cock- whether it’s Yoongi’s cum or your arousal, you’re not even sure anymore.

“Gonna cum, ugnhhh, gonna fill that pussy up so good, fuck,” Namjoon bites his bottom lip hard as he embeds his cock head deep, spilling ropes of his semen into your depths. You can feel the warmth from inside you as you lay back, your pussy getting fuller and fuller. Hoseok groans at the sight of your pussy being filled, reaching to push your hair back from your forehead so that he can admire the look of bliss on your face. Your hand has stopped on his cock now, so he takes over as he waits impatiently for his turn to seed you.

Namjoon gives you an even bigger load than Yoongi did, and you can feel your pussy brimming as he slowly pulls out so that not a single drop spills. Yoongi is quick to slide an arm under your ass, tilting your hips up and pushing a pillow underneath them.

“Hold your knees against your chest baby,” Yoongi coaxes your legs up into the air.

This time, Namjoon’s semen brims from your pussy lips, and he can’t help but stroke your puffy lips as he dips his fingers into you shallowly.

“My turn.” Hoseok drops a kiss on your forehead as he shifts, nudging Namjoon out of the way as he lines his cock up with your creamed entrance. “Ready for my seed, princess? Can your pussy handle more? It looks so full already, maybe we should stop here?”

Although you know he’s only teasing, because his cock at your lips more than conveys his eagerness to breed you as well, you can’t help but whine at the thought of not having Hoseok cum inside you too. Your pussy is already messy and sloppy, with two other men’s cum deep inside you, but you crave more.

“No, want your cum too, just in case,” you reach for him with one hand, the other dutifully keeping your knees pinned to your chest.

“That’s my girl,” Yoongi chuckles as he places a kiss at the corner of your lips. “So desperate to be bred that she doesn’t even care who’s the father anymore.”

“Hold on tight baby.” Hoseok pushes his cock in between your tight lips, and you immediately feel cum gush out on either side of his shaft, running down your ass cheeks and soaking the sheets. The thought of so much potent cum being wasted makes you whine in disappointment, but Yoongi comforts you by sliding his body behind yours, hooking his hands under your thighs and spreading them wide for another man.

You’re so weak at this point that you allow him to manipulate your body even as Hoseok starts to pound you hard, balls slapping against your clit even as he prods your cum drenched cervix with every thrust. You’re so overwhelmed with the need to cum, but Yoongi whispers praises and encouragement in your ear, telling you how well you’re being bred and how they’ll take care of you till you’re well and properly pregnant with their children.

Hoseok is admiring the sight of your creamy cunt taking him in so well, along with the globs of cum from the two men who bred you before him on his cock. By now your pussy is a mess of half dried and fresh cum, but Hoseok is determined that his cum won’t leak out of you once he’s done. Your walls feel slippery and slick against his member, and the throbbing of his balls signals that he’s about to lose his load inside you.

“Beg for his seed, babygirl,” Yoongi prompts you, reaching down to fondle your cum drenched slit. “Beg for us to breed you, c’mon.”

“Please, Hoseok,” you comply like a good girl, whining when you feel just how close Hoseok is to erupting inside you. “Please give me your cum, I want you to breed me so good, fuck, please!!!”

Hoseok finally allows himself to unleash inside your already soaked cunt, your walls coaxing every last drop of cum from his balls into your fertile depths, and you moan in contentment. Never have you felt so feminine other than this very moment, getting fucked by three men who are as determined to impregnate you as you are to get bred, and the satisfaction warms you from the inside as much as their cum does.

“Don’t waste a single drop,” Hoseok cautions as he pulls out. He would love to keep you plugged up with his seed, technically he has the highest chance of getting you pregnant since most of the cum in your pussy is his. But his cock is getting soft, and he has no choice but to withdraw from your sticky depths.

“Would never,” you giggle and cup your mound with a hand.

Namjoon situates himself by your side, fondling your breasts as he pinches your nipples hard. “Do you want to cum now, baby? You deserved it, after being such a good cumdump.”

“Please,” you whimper as you arch your back in the air, and you don’t even care that all three males are staring at your filled pussy, stretched and gaping wide to reveal the pool of cum within, with evident hunger in their eyes.

“Yoongi-hyung, why don’t you make her cum? Maybe then she’ll suck up all that cum deeper inside so we can fill her with more,” Hoseok gently pets your lower abdomen.

“She’ll cum when I tell her to,” Yoongi grunts, but his fingers resume drawing circles on your clit, and easily reignites the warmth in your core. “You’re close aren’t you baby? Gonna cum for us, hmmm?”

At this point you’re not even aware of the words that leave your mouth, and you can only succumb to Yoongi’s fingers rubbing your slippery clit over and over. The touches of all three men on your body- Namjoon suckling at your tits, Hoseok stroking your pussy lips, and Yoongi at your clit- sends you over the edge as your walls clench around nothing, and you nearly scream as tears gather at the corner of your tightly shut eyes.

“Fuck, such a good girl, you came so well for us,” Namjoon croons in his baritone voice, his hands stroking your waist.

“And you took our cum so well, not a drop spilled,” Hoseok grins, watching your pussy lips twitch as you come down from your high.

Yoongi presses a kiss to your lips, and you turn to reciprocate as he places a hand on your lower belly.

“Don’t move a single inch, princess. You should rest, you’ll need it because we’re not done with you tonight.”

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