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kamospeach · 12 days ago

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you could have it all, the way you look at me .ᐟ

plot: basketballplayer!eren who matches his angry girlfriends energy they're both hotheads

content warning: black coded, heavy cursing, shower sex, fingering, daddy kink, pretty chill

peachy's yap: wc! 3.4k i think about reader yelling at eren for yelling at her very often i fear. i really didn't want to make this a smut so i keep the smut to a minimum.

Tuesday at 6:43pm

this tuesday was like every other tuesday except for one different thing. like usual on the second day of the week, you walk into the arena of your college to watch your boyfriend play. finding his mom and dad sitting there along with his big brother zeke. you all sat right in the front, your legs crossed sitting proud in the jersey he instructed you to wear for today.

again, just like every tuesday, eren ran out alongside his teammates as they warmed up. the first thing he did was look for you and his family, blowing a kiss to all of you. he then turned back to the crowd, throwing his hands in the air to rile them up and get them as loud as he could. this was his game-day ritual; nothing was different until they walked in.

your rival school, the first student to walk in was jean, the internet's biggest troll. he had been going live on instagram, saying how he was going to beat your school— 'full sweep,' to be exact. of course, that angered eren. not only were they both D1 basketball players, but everyone knew of their beef .comments went around, with people betting on who they suspected would win.

'trost university is going to destroy shinganshina state'

'only good player on ssu is eren yeager'

'trost is ass, yeager is going to lead us to victory'

the comments went on and on which only fueled eren's competitiveness through the roof. you told him not to be too conceited on the court which only made him mad at you. he thought you were saying he wasn’t good at what he does.

it wasn’t necessarily that but you couldn’t help but feel like jean and his team had improved since last year. although your school won last year it wasn’t by anything except 10 points and the game was back and forth the whole hour and a half.

just as you expected the game was close and eren was heated the whole time. jean getting in eren's face calling him and you quote 'pussy ass boy'. which made eren’s face turn red raining 3 after 3 but it wasn't enough.

although he was good everyone else on the team lacked any effort. no defense, no one else powered through offensively, and an excessive amount of turnovers. the game was 5 minutes away from ending and it was getting embarrassing. if you weren't part of this school you'd unfortunately agree with jean this was a full sweep. the buzzer went off and you stood from your seat looking up at the scoreboard.

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fuck. you heard yelling and you quickly walked to the floor followed by his family. as you got closer and closer you realized the yelling was your boyfriend. curses spewed from his mouth as he spat across the court. pushing through people to get to him before he lunged at whoever he was arguing with.

"man fuck you, you didn't have to say nothin' to me and you did." eren yelled and jean laughed eyes following you as you grabbed eren's arm.

"yea okay you was talkin' shit online so say that shit to my face. or are you too scared to get your ass beat in front of your bitch." jean spat and you looked around, you just KNOW he wasn't calling you a bitch.

"who you calling a bitch?" you said looking at the boy before you. he smirked about to open his mouth but eren beat him to it.

"if you arguing wimme talk shit about me, fuck is you speakin' on my girl for?" he said walking up to jean and usually you'd hold him back. but jean called you a bitch, no mercy for the wicked.

"what you wanna do? fight?" jean asked looking eren up and down.

"beat his ass rennie!" you yelled and before the two men could get to fighting someone yelled.

"eren and y/n!" his father yelled making the both of you look in his direction. the strictness in his voice scared a lot of the people around you. everyone including jean turned to look in the direction of the yelling. there stood grisha on the other end of the court. the sternness in his voice made everyone pause. "over here... now!" you both nodded turning away from jean and walking over to his family.

"great you got us in trouble." eren joked and lightly shoved your shoulder making you laugh.

"me? i didn't tell you to fight him." you huff turning your nose up at eren and looking away.

"yeah right aren't you the one who told me to beat his ass?" he laughs and you shake your head feigning innocence.

"nah," you said as you guys stood in front of his parents.

"you'll both end up getting beat up one day." his mother said shaking her head as she laughed.

"well he shouldn't have said anything about her," he said looking back to see if his team was going to the locker rooms yet. eren talked with you and his family a little longer, but he was still fed up. he looked tired, like he was ready to get in the showers and get to bed.

his answers were short and whenever his dad brought up the game he'd wave it off. once it was time for him to go to the back you all let him go about his business. you waited next to eren's car and his parents waited with you at their car which was parked next to his.

after another 30 minutes, eren was walking out with his shirt around his shoulders and his warm-up sweats on. you rolled your eyes as he walked out dapping people up and starting conversations. it was getting colder by the minute and you really weren't in the mood.

"eren let's go!" you yelled and he looked at you with a glare and left his friend behind. he unlocked his car door so that you could get in the car. but you didn't want to get in because if he knew you were warm he would take his sweet time.

"thanks for coming you guys," he said to his family kissing his mom on the forehead and hugging his father and brother. after he said his goodbyes you both got in his car and he looked at you. “why you makin' that face?"

"how many times have i told you to wear a shirt outside? you'll get sick." you huffed as he threw his backpack in the back. "especially straight out of the showers."

"ma... i just lost a game and you're talking about me getting sick." he huffed starting the car as you guys made your way to his apartment. you lived on campus but you never went home on game days since eren wanted you with him after a game. win or lose.

"well guess what happens when you get sick? you. can't. play." you said tilting your head back and forth each time you spoke. eren just looked at you out the side of his eye not interested in engaging in an argument.

after a short drive to his apartment, you quickly got out of the car walking to his door. you pulled out your spare unlocked his door and pushed your way in. you walked to his kitchen looking through his fridge not even bothering to acknowledge his presence.

"so you get an attitude with me and come in here looking through my food," he said setting his bag down near the door.

"you mad at me 'cause i don't want you to get sick," you mumbled grabbing his leftover pasta and warming it up for the two of you.

"who was mad? all i said was i just lost a game. like nobody wanna hear that shit when they just got they ass kick!" he said raising his voice and you turned to him with a brow raised.

"okay, my bad. but i told you to not get too cocky." you gave him a pointed look and he jerked his head.

"what're you saying i'm not good enough to beat jean?" he jumped to the conclusion now full-on yelling and you sighed. he knew that's not what you meant, not at all.

"i told you when we watched film, they're exceptionally better than last year!" you reminded him and he hummed, now you were yelling.

"oh so now you're a basketball expert?" he yelled getting closer and closer to your face and you rolled your eyes.

"i mean shit we watched it all the time! why are you acting like im your enemy? i was trying to help you not be disappointed!" you yell and he scoffed.

"so what i was supposed to just expect to lose?" he waved his hands in the air.

"i don't know! stop yelling pissing me off!" you yelled back and he looked at you like you had grown two extra sets of arms.

"you're yelling at me!" he yelled again and you gave him a blank stare.

"i'm yelling at you because you're yelling at me!" you rebutted and he threw his hands in the air.

"so then shut up!" he said with a chuckle and you nodded laughing to yourself. "you just wanna argue so bad," he said wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning against the counter. your back to his chest as you both waited for the food to warm.

eren’s hands started to trail up your body. you already knew what he was hinting at without him saying anything. you weren’t in the mood at the moment. you just wanted to eat, lay down with eren, and sleep.

his post-game stamina was insane. you’d both go round after round not stopping until your brain was fucked smooth. or you couldn’t speak from being so out of breath.

you knew tonight would be worse because he was LIVID. if the celebratory fucks were bad you couldn’t imagine the pounding he’d give you tonight. losing to jean, to your rival school, and after two weeks of trolling you’re bound to be half dead by morning.

“not tonight ren,” you say reaching up to grab your warmed food. he kept his arms around your waist dragging behind you every place you went. followed behind you to grab the plates. not even helping when you struggled to reach for them.

“ma please, at least a quickie we can do it right here,” he begged softly thrusting his hips into yours. demonstrating how simple it would be to have a quickie at this moment. "see i could take you right now. 10 minutes done." he said and you laughed at him.

"no ren i'm tired, i had work and your game." you made up an excuse and he scoffed.

"you're such an old lady," he laughed knowing the 'work' you were referring to was working at the school library. sitting down checking people into the computer lab and helping only if they needed. he knew your day was uneventful since you blew up his phone while he was in class.

"i'll be that." you hum turning to look up at your boyfriend who smiled down at you. for someone who just lost his basketball game he sure was happy. you shake your head as you laugh at him, his mood was so back and forth it was crazy.

"you so fuckin pretty," he said staring you at your face. he analyzed everything about you, he started by looking at your hair, your eyes, your nose, your lips.

"thank you but why are you staring?" you laughed handing him a plate and he shrugged taking it.

"because you're my girl?" he said in a questioning tone. you both sat on his couch and he turned on the tv for the two of you. you both ate and watched a movie engaging in conversation here and there. once you guys finished eating you cleaned the dishes and decided it was time to head to bed.

"i'm about to get in the shower," you tell eren who nods with a hum. you go into the bathroom and strip down, and you turn on the water waiting for it to warm. as you were waiting you felt eren's presence behind you. seconds later you felt his dick pressed against your ass. although an hour ago you weren't in the mood you can't lie that the feeling of him pressed against you wasn't turning you on.

"see how hard you make me?" he whispered in your ear and you just laughed at his attempt to seduce you. you turned around to see eren naked, looking a little too excited to take a shower for the second time in 2 hours.

"didn't you already take a shower in the locker room?" you asked stepping into the shower of course followed by eren.

"yeah? but i'd miss the chance to see you naked," he smirked grabbing your waist to spin you around. you looked up at eren trying to avoid direct eye contact not wanting to fall into his trap. "why you looking away from me?"

"because if i look at you, i might let you get what you want," you admitted and he gripped your chin squeezing your cheeks making your lips pout. he forced you to turn your face and look in his green eyes.

"you don't have to do anything you don't want to. but i ain't gon' tell you no." he laughed and you nodded understanding what he meant. your brain ran through your options, you did want to sleep but you had to shower. so maybe you guys could just do something real quick.

"i think i want to," you say grabbing his dick stroking it slowly and groaning. he pulls your face to him in a heated kiss his other dropping to your waist. he kissed you sloppily letting go of your jaw and slapping your ass, which stung a little more because of the water. you pulled away to frown at him. "you know that hurts more than usual."

"m'sorry i been waiting to do that," he admits with a grunt loving the way your soft hands pump his cock sensually.

he had been looking at your ass in those jeans you wore with his jersey. he rubbed the spot he had slapped hoping to soothe the pain. he went back to kissing you hungrily pushing his tongue in your mouth. gliding it over yours swirling it around tasting your mouth.

"open." he quickly said pulling away from you, and you listened opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. he let his spit drip in your mouth watching it slide down your throat.

"couldn't wait until you were fucking me?" you asked and he shook his head. releasing the grip on your ass relocating his hands to your breast. his head swooped down capturing your nipple in his mouth. he sucked and lightly bit on your nipple making you moan. he wanted to be a gentleman and engage in some type of foreplay. he switched showing attention to your other breast just before his resolve fell.

"i can't wait when it comes to you," he says reaching down to slide his fingers through your folds. even tho the water was running over the both of you he could tell the drippings between your thighs was more slick than water. he rubbed your clit not once breaking the intense eye contact you both held.

his middle finger slipped into your cunt, your legs got weak and you gripped onto eren’s bicep. he didn’t waste any time adding in my middle finger pumping fast. your thoughts were cloudy the only thing in your mind was the way eren’s fingers moved inside you.

“ren,” you moan out looking up at him as he just smiled at you.

“yes?” he asked tilting his head to the said fingering you faster. your words were broken up by your moans as you pleaded with him. letting out a strangled ‘pls just fuck me’ and eren couldn’t deny he was just as eager as you.

he picked you up pressing your back against the cold tile. making you hiss from the feeling. eren lined himself up with you sliding you down on him. you squealed feeling like he was in your chest. he bit back a moan which made it almost sound like a growl instead. he stilled for a minute letting you both catch your breath.

the next thing you knew eren was thrusting into you roughly. using his upper body to press you against the wall and hold you in place. his hips snapped into yours at an almost feral pace. all the sounds of your actions were pornographic. the way your cunt is squelching, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. his loud grunts and groans, and your moans and squeals.

you reached up to run your hands through his shoulder-length hair. the feeling of the shower water running over the both of you while you engaged in such lewd acts. your back arched off the wall while eren placed one of your feet on the ground. he held your other leg up fucking into you hitting that spot in you at a whole different angle.

“ren… your t…too deep!” you yelped but he didn’t care. he liked being so deep in you your eyes rolled back in your head and your body began to twitch. all of that was what made fucking you more rewarding than any basketball game he could ever play. he pressed his forehead against yours pecking your lips.

“i know ma let me just make you cum okay?” he whispered moving his hands to grip your face. “it feel good? tell your rennie how much you love it." he groaned in your ear.

"fuck i love it, i love you." you moaned and eren smiled still relentlessly thrusting into you. although the way your walls clenched and unclenched around him had his head on cloud nine. your fucked out face and gaping mouth in the shape of an 'o' was stroking his pride.

"you love me? that's why you were a good girl for me?" he asked feeling your needy cunt gripping onto him for dear life. "you about to cum? tell me you love me again." he instructed you the feeling in his stomach letting him know he was close and would be cumming right behind you.

"i love you daddy..." you moaned your nails scratching his back as a wave of pleasure hit you like a train. your body could barely take the feeling of your orgasm, this was better than anything you'd felt. eren was close behind you his hips stuttering as he released in you. his warm cum filling you up and leaking from you dripping down his balls.

"fuck i love you too ma," he grunted but it sounded more feral like it came from the depths of his chest. he pulled his now limp dick out of you letting your leg down. they were sore and weak so you grabbed onto eren. "you did so well." he hummed against the top of your head leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"ren i can't stand." you frowned and he smiled nodding. without a second thought, eren took it upon himself to clean you first. after he had fully cleaned you and you were satisfied with the job he did he took his shower. you sat on the toilet towel wrapped around your body. you couldn't lie you watched eren intently as he took his shower.

"take a picture." he said glancing at you and you shrugged joking saying 'i will' making him laugh. he really didn't care if you did. considering all the nudes he'd sent to you throughout the day when he didn't have practice and was waiting for you to come over.

once eren was done in the shower you both finished your night routine getting into bed. your head against his chest while he laid one arm wrapped around your shoulder and one behind his head. you both were nodding off at the movie on the screen.

"i promise the next time i will not fall for your trap," you said and he let out a small laugh.

"i didn't trap you, you started it," he said which technically wasn't wrong which made you roll your eyes.

"go to sleep." you huffed and he kissed the top of your head.

"good night."

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iamgonnagetyouback · 1 month ago

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midnight strolls and nosy portraits

sirius black x reader where a nosy portrait causes some feelings to be revealed

↬ word count : 868 words ˎˊ˗

↬ warnings : mutual pining, nosy portrait ⭑.ᐟ

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The common room was quiet, the crackle of the dying fire the only sound besides your restless sighs. You weren’t sure what had woken you, but sleep refused to return. You sat on the arm of the couch, watching embers glow faintly, when a familiar voice broke through the silence.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Sirius Black leaned casually against the doorway, hair falling into his mischievous grey eyes, wearing that signature smirk that both infuriated and charmed you.

You rolled your eyes, though your lips twitched upward. “Something like that. What’s your excuse?”

He shrugged, stepping closer. “Thought you might need rescuing from the endless boredom of staring at burnt wood.” He grinned, jerking his head toward the portrait hole. “Fancy a walk?”

Before you could respond, he was already holding the portrait open, his hand outstretched toward you. Despite knowing this was likely to end in detention—or worse—you slid your hand into his. His touch was warm, his grin infectious.

The corridors were bathed in silvery moonlight, the castle’s usual hustle stilled into serene silence. Sirius led you through the halls, whispering jokes and pointing out the few stray suits of armor that seemed to move just a little differently when no one was looking.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a large portrait of a woman in an elaborate purple gown. Her sharp eyes glimmered with curiosity as they landed on Sirius, then you.

“Well, well,” she said, her voice rich with intrigue, “what have we here?”

“Just a midnight stroll, ma’am,” Sirius said, his grin widening.

“Is that so?” The portrait raised a brow. “You two make a beautiful pair. A couple, I presume?”

You felt your cheeks heat instantly. “Oh, no, we’re not—”

“Yes, of course we are.” Sirius cut you off smoothly, sliding an arm around your shoulders.

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “Sirius—”

“Don’t be shy, darling,” he teased, leaning closer, his voice dropping into a mockingly sweet tone. “We wouldn’t want to upset the nice lady, now would we?”

The woman in the portrait clapped her hands together, beaming. “Oh, how lovely! Tell me, how did this romance blossom?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Sirius spoke first, his arm slipping away from your shoulders as he turned to face the painting, one hand casually leaning against the frame.

“It all started when I first laid eyes on her,” he began dramatically, his voice light and teasing. “She was sitting in the library, glaring at her Transfiguration notes like they’d personally offended her. Naturally, I had to go over and charm her.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “You threw a paper airplane at my head!”

“Exactly. I needed your attention, didn’t I?” He winked.

The portrait woman laughed, clearly entertained. “And when did you realize you loved her?”

Sirius faltered, the smirk slipping from his face for a moment. He glanced at you, his grey eyes softening in the moonlight. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, almost shy.

“It was... the Yule Ball last year,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “She was standing at the top of the stairs, laughing at something Lily said. I remember thinking—” He broke off, his cheeks coloring. “I remember thinking I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

Your heart felt like it might burst. “Sirius...”

He ducked his head, suddenly nervous. “I—I mean, that’s when I knew. But there were... other moments. Like when she stayed up with me all night after my fight with my brother, or when she helped me ace that Charms test even though I’d skipped half the lessons. She makes everything better, just by being her.”

For a moment, the world felt impossibly still. The portrait was forgotten, the moonlight casting a halo around Sirius as he hesitated, his hands fidgeting at his sides.

“I love you,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I have for ages. I just... didn’t know how to tell you.”

You stared at him, your heart hammering in your chest. “Sirius Black, are you serious right now?”

"Actually, I am-" He stopped when he noticed the glare in your eyes and a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. “Only if you want me to be.”

You laughed, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. “You absolute idiot,” you said, your voice trembling with joy. “I love you too.”

His face lit up, a grin spreading so wide it was almost blinding. “You do?”

“Of course I do.”

Before he could say anything else, you reached up, pulling him into a kiss. It was soft and sweet, his hands tentatively settling on your waist as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real.

The portrait clapped enthusiastically. “About time!”

When you pulled back, Sirius was grinning like he’d just won the Quidditch Cup. “You’re never getting rid of me now, you know.”

“Good,” you said, your own smile matching his. “I wouldn’t want to.”

Hand in hand, you walked back to the common room, the castle seeming a little brighter than before. As you climbed through the portrait hole, Sirius whispered, “Best midnight stroll ever.”

And you couldn’t agree more.

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cyrdling · 28 days ago

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Lovey (Jason Todd x Reader Oneshot)

a/n: i really hope i wasn't gone too long, lol. hope you guys like the blog retheming! for the story, reader is broke and lives in a shitty apartment.

now, you didn't know jason todd was the red hood. how were you supposed to know that the total hunk with mysterious scars all over and a tendency to leave in the middle of the night was a fucking vigilante? okay, yeah, maybe you were a bit oblivious. but nobody could blame you for it, since you were slaving away at your job and you lived in gotham, for goodness sake. if you had one week without some random attack by the local crazies, you could count yourself lucky. this meant that the time you had outside of work and city-wide emergencies was very, very little- you couldn't really sleep all that much, and you couldn't do any of your hobbies. in essence, you weren't really living- just surviving. no time to think about pretty boy jason, or to figure out how to lie about being fine.

despite your oblivious nature, you knew jason was incredibly observant. you didn't need to know he was a vigilante (which, by the way, he still teases you for) to know that he's very aware of his surroundings. he takes care to be very, very aware of where you are- other things he doesn't really care about. he wants to make sure he knows where you are so he doesn't hurt you if you startle him. he just wants to be as gentle with you as possible. however, because of his observance, he's noticed something is up with you.

he wakes up in the morning to you rushing to get ready for work, remembering how late you went to bed last night. he decides to say something.

"sweetheart, why are you going to work? you slept so late last night," he practically mumbles. he has to keep his voice quiet, or else you might notice the soft little whine to it- he just wants to cuddle and keep you close, so not being able to absolutely breaks his big heart.

"sorry, jay- i need to work, i won't be affording this apartment and i can't miss a day just because i'm too tired. i know you'll miss me, baby, but i'll be back before you know it," you tell him, speaking at a volume normal to you, sure, but the quiet paradise of your bedroom was practically shaking from the sound. jason sighs, giving you his best puppy dog eyes to try and guilt you into staying. you're his little angel, he wants to hug you like a teddy bear while he curls up under your blankets.

you sigh, kissing him on the lips, while his adorable tactic doesn't help his case. then, you grab your phone, and leave. he sighs, deep and tired, as he pulls out his phone to check the time before he gets up. he goes through his morning routine without you- brushing his teeth, combing his hair, putting on his sweats and a tee shirt, eating a balanced breakfast (which he's very sure you didn't do, because the one he made for you and put in the fridge is untouched) and then sitting down in front of the television to think about you.

now, jason doesn't think about you every second of every day- he has to figure out how to save the city, after all- but he definitely comes close. he'll be walking down the street and see some items you might like, in a little storefront. he's watching television, and an ad for that one show you like shows up, and he looks to his side to talk about it with you, but you're not there. he decides that if he wants you to be happier, he'd have to do a lot of work.

first, he goes to the grocery store and buys all the stuff you're running out of, and stuff you've said you wanted to try but never had the funds. he even gets a couple extra things he thinks you might like, too, even if you've never said anything about them. he racks up quite the bill, but it's fine- bruce will pay for it.

second, he goes to a furniture store to replace your ratty couch and get you something cute and nice. he gets you some insanely expensive furniture, especially in comparison with what you bought for yourself, and even got you a couple knickknacks from an antique store nearby. like the first bill jason got, bruce will, once again, pay for it.

last, he goes to the wayne manor. there's some things he wants to get that he can't exactly buy- mainly sentimental things- but he wants to show you that he's making an effort to trust you, and turn your apartment into a home. he gets some framed photos off the walls of his old bedroom, some books, and other little things that he thinks you might find cute. while he's carrying his huge bag of goods, he comes across bruce. they stare each other down for a while, and bruce speaks first.

"is this for your partner?" he asks, stern voice bouncing off the walls and buzzing in jason's skull.

jason smirks, "yeah. what's it to you?" the last word ending in a slight raise of his voice.

bruce sighs. "nothing. just tell me the next time you plan to spend that much money in one day," with that, he turns and leaves- a barely imperceptible smile on his face at the fact that finally, finally jason has found someone to love.

jason hops in his car- he couldn't trust himself to carry that much on his bike, let's be honest- and drives back to your apartment. he drags all his luggage up to your floor, struggling only slightly to open your door. thankfully, all of the furniture he got was delivered- thank goodness for money- and he just took a few trips to carry it up (and also had dick help some).

with all of these things in his sight, he suddenly became insecure. what if you didn't like the foods he got you? what if you didn't like the furniture, or thought the stuff from his childhood room was stupid?

he heard footsteps down the hall.

heard someone fiddling with their keys.

heard the door opening.

you came in, and saw him in the center of a long day of work- his eyes widen, and he greets you- nervously, stuttering a little, just a bit too loud for the situation.

"hey, sweetheart- um- i got you some things," he sighs, almost defeated. oh god, you're gonna hate him. you're gonna leave him for someone who knows what gifts to get you, who knows how to talk to you about things. he feels his palms going clammy, his heart thundering away in his chest, his lungs struggling for air- wait, why are you smiling? you're not supposed to be smiling. does this mean you're happy with this? you laugh, and he feels his heart shoot directly through the upper floors of your apartment and into the stratosphere. he's sure you'd be losing your security deposit for that, but he can't bring himself to care. he'd pay for it, a million times over, just for you.

with his help, you put all of the food away, throw out your ratty couch, rearrange the furniture, and set up the knickknacks and sentimental items around the place. the entire way through, though, jason stares at you starstruck- if you look close enough, you might be able to see the hearts forming in his eyes. he, in his ever-helpful wisdom, told you to quit your job. when you ask why, he only told you one thing- and he kept repeating it whenever you'd ask.

he'd tell you, "it's my job to take care of you, lovey. i'll pay for it," his eyes full of love and his thumb caressing your cheek. he is quite the partner, ain't he?

please reblog if you enjoyed this one!! i definitely had a lot of fun writing it!

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blueberrywrites · 27 days ago

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Happy New Years .ᐟ ♡ ❪ Sylus × Reader ❫

ⓘ Warnings ⓘ : None — General Audience.

Synopsis: Sylus was never one to socialise outside of work or tactic matters, but under the inspection of Y/N's best friends, the Almighty Tara and the Great Caleb, he somehow feels like he just met the parent-in-laws.

Genre: 「 #Romance 」「 #Fluff 」「 #Found Family」

Notes: Female reader · she/her pronouns. Tara has been changed to y/n's, Caleb's, and Zayne's childhood + (best) friend, and they call each other siblings. Please note this is not true information in the canon events, as none of them are related to each other.

Tags: @eiuuui so far, thank you very much for showing interest!

"SYLUS, hurry up! We are going to be late!"

"I'll have to remind you that I am never late."

"Shut it! It's your fault, look at this mess!"

"Personally, I think I look quite dashing, regardless."

Y/N scowled up at his smug little smirk, swatting his chest rather harshly in reprimand. She tried to save his suit by gliding her fingers over the absurd amount of fabric wrinkles, straightening his coat as carefully as she could.

"I can't believe this, it's like I'm dating a three years old," she muttered under her breath, making Sylus swallow down a laugh at her adorable grumbling.

His girlfriend wasn't usually a overly fussy person, but tonight was a exception. Not only was it New Years, but it was also Tara's birthday. She wanted to be there early and leave as late as possible. Problem was, the leader of Onychinus got into some trouble himself with some petty burglars, and her so carefully put-together outfit she made him wear was not in the best conditions.

"If anyone asks me at this point, I don't know you."

This time, Sylus really did laugh, wrapping a arm around her waist, his touch warm and tender against her backside. She narrowed her eyes up at him, knowing exactly what he is trying to do the moment he brought her closer and into his embrace.

"Your dear Tara would be disappointed, she was excited to see your plus one, no?... We don't want to upset her on her birthday," he tucked a stray hair behind her ear, before his thumb and index finger trailed down to cup her chin, tilting her head up.

Wow, now that was unfair.

"Um... first of, let me go," Y/N poked his nose, "second, we are going to upset her by being late. Clean up your shoes and let's go!" she gave him a wet towel, turning around to finish some last minute preparations.

Sylus sighed, very reluctant to release her but nevertheless heed her order. He glanced down at his shoes, crouching down to wipe off some bloody remnants. Thankfully, his formal oxford shoes came in black.

"I'm nervous," Y/N suddenly spoke, waiting for him to finish. She, of course, was dolled up with a black terra woolen vintage dress that he bought only for her, and dark winter pantyhose paired with black heels. His eyes softened as he watched her playing with the material, a pleasant little smile on her lips.

He knew she didn't get many chances to dress up, often having insecurities about not being and not feeling pretty. So the silver-haired man took quiet pleasure at seeing her so content.

He'll share all his treasure gold with her, if he gets to see her insecurities crumbling away.

"Why is that, sweetie?"

She shrugged, glossed lips tilting up to a sheepish smile. "Tara, Caleb, Zayne... you know they're like my family, right?"

He hummed in acknowledgement, feeling his eyes narrowing at the memory of a tall dark haired doctor and the way he was looking at her. "I'm aware."

"So... you're meeting them for the first time... as my boyfriend," she shrugged. "You don't think it's a bit... soon?"

He paused, looking at her blankly.

She glanced at him, apprehensive.

He looked at her.

And she looked at him back.

Oh.

Sylus came to an abrupt realisation, feeling his face paling.

I'm meeting my in-laws.

"So you are the infamous Sylus, huh?" Tara looked up at him, crossing her arms and leaning her weight on one leg. She was a tiny thing to Sylus perspective, looking like a irritated hamster more than anything else.

"Coming so late to dinner, aren't you ashamed?" Caleb mimicked her actions, though his glare was much more prominent, and though he was around the same height and build as Sylus, it didn't erase his youthful features the least.

"Caleb." Y/N warned him, shoulders squaring up.

"My apologies," Sylus apologised smoothly, wrapping a arm around Y/N's back, making sure it was in a appropriate distance from her behind. The effect was instantaneous, for his little kitten immediately relaxed at his touch. "I'm afraid we got stuck in a traffic because of me."

"Oh?" Tara raised an eyebrow. "Because of you?"

"I forgot to change the car tires for the current snowy weather," he patted Y/N's head, making her purse her lips at his lies. Not because she didn't approve, everything to get out of her best friends' scrutiny really, but because she didn't want to laugh. There was a elephant in the room that was waiting to be addressed. "Thankfully, Y/N reminded me the moment she noticed it."

"You're rather reckless," Caleb huffed.

Sylus smiled, this time in both amusement and sincerity. "Your friend hasn't let me forget that, either."

Tara and Caleb glanced at Y/N, and the three of them had a strange stare off that Sylus wasn't privy to.

Honestly, he was almost offended.

Finally, Tara turned away from them both and rolled her eyes, grinning up at him energetically. "Well, it seems like we are going to spend New Years together! Welcome to my home!"

"A pleasure to be here," he nodded, and when a sharp jolt tugged his wrist, he glanced at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N looked beyond irritated, something that activated alarms on his head. His eyes narrowed, looking at Caleb with a red flash of warning.

The boy had the decency to look regretful, at least.

"Excuse us for a bit, we'll be at the veranda."

Y/N exhaled a sigh of relief as he tagged her closer, escorting them out from the tense atmosphere.

"What is wrong with you?!" They heard Tara hissing, before a clap sounded from their direction, most likely from her hand hitting the back of Caleb's head.

Y/N sighed, but chuckled softly, her heart warming knowing her true friend was on her side at least. She knew Caleb was rather cautious as a fighter pilot, at the Deepspace Aviation Administration in Skyhaven at that, but the fact that he couldn't even be at least polite to her boyfriend was a dealbreaker.

"I haven't ruined your new years, have I?" Sylus broke the companiable silence, looking down at her with a soft red gaze.

"Of course not," Y/N reassured him, leaning her head on his bicep, their eyes tracking the slow fall of the snowflakes to the white ground. "Caleb and Zayne are being difficult, that's all."

He hummed. "I understand why Zayne didn't come, it's honestly for the best and if anything, I do not hold it against him."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He smirked down at her. "Men talk too, sweetie."

She pouted, wrapping her arms around him, her chin resting comfortably on his chest. "I didn't know you and him were buddy-buddies."

"We are not," he was quick to refuse, as if the mere thought of it was repulsive. "We have just come to an understanding."

"An understanding?"

"As men." he nodded.

"As men," she mocked, jabbing her index finger at his side, making him gasp. "Does he have a new years date?!" Y/N became excited, she always wanted to see Zayne in a relationship, but the man was always so busy with his hospital work.

Sylus glared at her, clasping her hand on his firmly, his smirk widening on his lips. "I find it funny, how excited you seem to see if another man brought some-"

"Shh!" she shushed him, having the audacity to look annoyed as she placed her finger on his lips, silencing him. "Don't even start with the whole jealousy thing. He's one of my best friends, I just want him to be happy."

Sylus couldn't help it, he kissed her finger gently, before nibbling on the skin with a content sigh, his hands traveling down her arms to tag her closer, relishing the gasp that escaped from her pretty mouth.

"Does he know that. hm?" His fingers danced over her shoulders, touch featherlike, testing her own resolve.

"Yes," Y/N said firmly. "Don't enunciate otherwise. We are good friends to each other. You should try being one too."

Sylus chuckled, his entire being dripping with amusement. "Oh, I'm an excellent friend," he leaned in, lips brushing her temple. "Especially for you, kitten."

Y/N closed her eyes, eyebrows furrowing in slight contempt. "I don't like it when you get like this."

His head dipped even closer than before, their nose almost brushing against each other. "What? Jealous?" He chuckled. "You are mine, after all, and I become nothing but just a man when it comes to you." He tilted his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the soft skin of her cheek. "Besides... I know you like me like this."

She felt her face warming up, a shaky laugh escaping her lips. "You're incorrigible, and insane, and you have absolutely nothing to be jealous of," she reached out to cup his face lovingly, brushing her thumb over the flushed apple of his cheek. "The one I adore is you."

And that was all he needed to hear for his being to relax. His crimson eyes softened, glistening softly under the christimas lights. His breath hitched on his throat, lips darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips. He chuckled lowly, leaning to her touch, nuzzling to her warm hand. He could feel his heart beating wildly against his chest, tightening almost painfully.

So that's what it feels like, loving someone unconditionally.

"Bad kitten," he breathed out, closing his eyes as he inhaled that sweet scent of yours from inside your wrist. "You always know how to push my buttons."

Y/N felt her own heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help herself when she stepped even closer to him, tilting his head towards her. She rose on her tiptoes and kissed his chin, reveling the sound of his small and almost quiet surprised gasp. She wrapped her arms around him and jumped up, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

She almost giggled at how lovestruck he looked, but she knows she mustn't look much different either.

Sylus sighed, a loving smile appearing on his face as he leaned down, capturing Y/N's lips with his own. He stayed right then and there, relishing the feeling of the soft plump skin, of the way her sighs spurred him on even more, and the way she cradled his head in her hands, as if he was her most precious treasure.

Sylus never felt more loved before.

It was a foreign feeling, before she came waltzing into his life like a thunderstorm.

"Alright guys, only one minute left!" Tara banged on the door, knowing very well to not go into places where couples reside. She learned her lesson back in the hospital, when she visited Dr. Greyson. Zayne walking in on them should be a picture posted in history books.

Y/N sighed, parting away from him slowly, almost reluctantly. Sylus wasn't done with her though, for his head dipped down to leave a trail of fire down her neck, making her hum in pleasure.

"Come on, my big bad wolf, we're going to miss the fireworks," she huffed out a laugh, taking a step back and grasping his hand, tugging him towards the other side of the house.

"10!"

If someone told her she would be dating the leader of a criminal organisation a year ago, she would have laughed right in their face.

"9!"

If someone told him he would fall in love with a hunter, the very people who chase after him to put him behind bars, he would have called you delusional.

"8!"

Yet they were here.

"7!"

Bound by duty, like a contract at first, trying to outplan one another. Hating each other guts.

"6!"

Yet they still fell in love, somewhere in the way.

"5!"

They don't know when it happened, maybe it was that cold november night, not even a month after they met.

"4!"

Maybe it was when they first kissed. Or was it when they almost lost each other at the hands of death?

"3!"

"Sylus?"

"2!"

"Hm?"

"1!"

"I love you, darling."

"Happy New Year!"

She saw the way his lips parted, before a brilliant smile graced his features. He was gentle, and tender, and warm and loving. It made fall in love with him all over again. It made her mad, almost obsessed.

"I love you too, my love," he whispered in her ear, placing a loving kiss on the side of her forehead, eyebrows furrowing in subtle longing.

Y/N sighed, and fell into his warm embrace.

A/N: I hope you guys like this new years special! I loved tapping into Sylus jealousy, because I don't find him as someone who will easily get jealous like Xavier, but he can definitely feel it as subtle as it was. Plus, I think out of all the LI's, he would probably be more alert about Zayne, especially considering his history with us.

Happy new years, Sylus girlies!

── ❀˖°🫐₊ ⊹ blueberry ᡣ𐭩

#❀˖°🫐₊ ⊹ blueberry ᡣ𐭩 #love and deepspace #lads #love & deepspace #sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus lads #sylus x y/n #she/her #sylus x reader #sylus x mc #tara love and deepspace #caleb love and deepspace #mentioned zayne love and deepspace #fluff #romance #divider by cafekitsune #dividers by adornedwithlight

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ljubimaya · 4 months ago

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˙⋆⊹.꒷꒦꒷ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇

SYNOPSIS: Waking up in the pool of your own blood was the worst way for you to wake up to, and just like the start, the day progressed just as terribly. Lucky for you, you have a vampire boyfriend who's more than willing to make the pain go away C/W: afab! reader, vampire! Baji, aged up characters (18+), period and mentions of period symptoms, mention of blood (duh), consumption of blood (duh 2x), cunnilingus during period, a little dubcon-ish at the beginning but reader later on gets into it, a tiny bit of coercion, technically monster fucking, Baji has a long tongue (like fruit bats), established relationship, petnames (baby), not proof read if I missed smth lmk <3333 W/C: 2.9k+ A/N: It's been some time since I wrote something :,) truth be told I wanted to write this during my last period but I physically couldn't bc I was in such pain :,) either way, this is super self-indulgent and inspired by a conversation I had with my lovely friend @avatarofstars. Thank you for being my enabler ily so much <33

It would have been a lie to say things started off innocent- they never do with Baji.

Cold calloused fingers trace random shapes on your thigh as you sat uncomfortably next to him. You and your boyfriend were wrapped in fluffy blankets, snuggling close to one another as the TV illuminated the dark living room. Fatigued, you laid your head on Baji’s shoulder as you continued watching the movie with him. You were getting tired, especially after the long day you had today. Waking up grumpy and hurting, you found your bed sheets and panties stained with blood. Of course you would get your period unexpectedly after changing the sheets the night prior and wearing your favorite pair of panties to bed.

For you, the day was already ruined before it even started. Everything else that followed suit could only be described as an unfortunate domino effect: You changed your sheets and frantically searched for any pain meds, resulting in you coming late to work and getting into an argument with your colleague. To make matters worse you were searching for your pain meds for nothing, since you’ve used them all up on your last period and forgot to stock up on them again. And so, you were left to work with no way to alleviate your pain, both physical and mental as the fight with your colleague and the tense atmosphere were only adding to your mental distress. But you pushed through with your day, knowing that after coming home from your hellish day, you would be able to spend the night with your boyfriend.

Baji could only visit you at night. Being a vampire, the ravenette wouldn’t step outside during day-time, making the darker hours the only times he could spend some time with you. Your undead lover knew what to do when he saw your exhausted self walk through the door: he’d have to help you relax in the best way he could. Thus, the idea of a movie night was born.

“You tired?” Baji asked softly when you laid your head on his shoulder. You could feel the coldness of his body radiate through his clothes, but you didn’t mind. You grew to love his icy cold skin along with his other unhuman traits.

“Yeah, kinda” you whimpered as you felt a cramping pain in your abdomen. Unable to move due to the pain spreading to your lower back and legs, you tried to make yourself as comfortable as you could without moving too much “But my body hurts so much, I can’t even fall asleep”

Baji turned his face to look at you, eyebrows knitted as he eyed your limp form lean against him. You felt the subtle shift of his body, but instead of facing your boyfriend your head remained nestled on his shoulder. He couldn’t see your face, but your tired tone and the overwhelming smell of your blood told him you were beyond spent.

The ravenette didn’t know much about periods, let alone the pain that comes with it, but he knew enough to understand that this might have been the worst period you have had yet. He couldn’t bear to watch you suffer, to watch you lay still as if life has been drained of you. One part of him wanted to take care of you, to rub your tummy and make sure you get enough rest.

The other part, the selfish, hungry part, wanted to rip off your shorts and dove his tongue inside your pussy.

You were too fatigued to even think about the implications of being on your period and Baji, a monster of the night thriving off of blood, being close to you. Dating him meant you were aware of the risks and issues you might run into, and dating you meant he was prepared to keep his hunger at bay as much as he could. But he couldn’t not when your sweet blood was polling between your thighs. The smell was intoxicating Baji’s senses, challenging the man to keep his composure any longer. He would have had a much easier time resisting his primal instincts if his pants hadn’t grown unbearably tight. Maybe a little taste wouldn’t hurt?

“Hmm, I know something that would make you feel much better” Baji whispers into your ear, his voice deep and raspy from his restraint “You just gotta relax and let me work my magic. Can you do that for me?”

The predatory growl did not fly past you; you lightly shuddered when you heard it, suddenly feeling wide awake. Suddenly, you were very aware of who your boyfriend was and what he could do to you. Your stomach twisted in a knot, unable to tell if you were afraid or excited.

Yet, you pulled yourself together. Maybe he was hinting towards something else, you tried to reason with yourself. Despite your best efforts, you knew your boyfriend too well.

So you swallowed, torn between reason and intuition, torn between fear and lust, mustering up all of your strength to lift your head and look at him. You whimpered as the pain shot through the lower half of your body, having moved your upper body with your head as you gazed into your lover’s eyes. Reddish brown eyes clouded with lust and want stared right back into yours, watching your every move intently.

“kei, it’s fine really. It’s not my first and definitively not my last period. I’ll just tough it out” You vetoed, even though you wanted to rip your own uterus out.

Baji scoffed, unwilling to accept your defiance “You don’t sound like you wanna tough it out. You sound like you wanna be taken care off, baby”

With that, the vampire stood up from the couch and repositioned you gently. More whimpers of pain left your lips, a sweet melody to Baji’s sharp ears. This wasn’t the first time Baji was tasting your blood, far from it. You’d let him feed off of you from time to time whenever he was sure he wouldn’t go overboard and drink too much of your blood. He’s eaten you out plenty of times too, but waiting you out on your period - that would be a first for the both of you. So he’ll make sure to make it an experience of a lifetime.

“Kei, wait-” you tried to stop him as he yanked your fuzzy blanket away, exposing you to the cool air of your living room. Baji had none of that, he didn’t want to hear any protests from you. The man kneeled down and took your shorts off a little too fast to your liking.

“Keisuke, you know, maybe some rest would do me much better” You sheepishly murmured, heat shooting up to your face at the sight before you: Baji, on his knees between your thighs, strong hands holding your squirming legs in place, his gaze intense and the outline of his hard cock on his sweatpants….

Your boyfriend could only scoff at you, finding your idea to be not only dumb, but also offensive “Bullshit, baby. Nothing could do you better than me”

Cold lips wandered over your hot skin, seducing you to comply with his demand “C’mon, I just wanna make you feel better” Baji hoarsely, half lying, half telling you the truth. He did want to make the pain go away after all, but your sweet blood and your cunt were calling to him. And who was he to deny your urges - even when you weren’t fully aware of them?

There was something so hot about Baji this assertive. While the vampire continued giving your inner thighs kisses, you began to wonder if maybe he was onto something. After all, you did have a long day, and you knew of the euphoria inducing bites your lover could give you. Perhaps tongue fucked by your boyfriend would make you feel better. Your gaze met his just as he sunk his canines into your soft flesh. Wimmers and gasps left your lips as Baji began sucking on your skin, letting the blood flood his mouth. You shut your eyes tightly at the sharp pain of his monstrous teeth digging themselves into your tender flesh. The pain faded and morphed into euphoria.

One bite was all it took for you to take your mind off your abdominal pain, and one bite was all it took to fully break your resolve.

Your eyes were still shut as you savored the exhilarating feeling you got from your lover’s bite. Baji continued to bite into your thigh, feasting on your blood as his bites trailed closer to your clothed cunt. He stopped, his hunger for your blood seemingly quenched. The man took a good look at your thighs; covered in bite marks, bruises blooming on your skin like wild cornflowers on a field. Truly a sight to behold.

You were feeling a bit lightheaded. Baji was careful not to take too much blood from you - after all, he had to save room for dessert - but he still fed off you more than he usually would. Not that you could complain, you were no longer in pain and felt more relaxed.

“How are you feeling?” your boyfriend asked while he toyed with the lining of your velvety red panties. Finally, you opened your eyes.

“I’m feeling better now. Much better, actually” you mused “but I feel a bit dizzy, thanks to a certain glutton” you rolled your eyes teasingly and laughed lightly. A smirk formed on Baji’s lips as he heard your little insult, amused by your cheekiness.

“Ah, I see you’re coherent enough to joke around. Good, means I didn’t take too much blood from you” Baji remarked in a husky tone “But I can make you feel even better. After all, I’m not done feasting on you”

With that, he bit the elastic band of your panty and slowly pulled the flimsy piece of clothing down to your ankles with his teeth, his sharp canines grazing your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as you intently watched the erotic scene unfold in front of you. Baji held your gaze the entire, hypnotized by your half lidded eyes and plump lips slightly parting.

Baji threw your panties to the away, uncaring of where they would land. Opposite to his earlier movements, the vampire forcefully gripped the apex of your thighs and swung your legs over his shoulders. A surprised yelp left your lips as you were being repositioned to sit closer to the edge of the couch. Your back and head hit the backrest of the couch with a light thud. You wanted to glare at him, maybe even tell him to chill out, but the hungry gaze you were met with made you feel weak to your knees.

Baji was practically on eye level with your cunt. Drenched in your own blood, your pussy looked as delicious as a cake being served on a silver platter to him. Baji licked his canines, licking the remaining droplets of your blood as his gaze switched from your pussy to your face. Despite being practically bare and feeling his icy cold hands gripping your thighs, you felt so damn hot; he made you feel hotter than the sun.

“You’re not going to refuse me, are you?” He rasps out as he was mere centimeters away from your pussy. The vampire grinned as he saw you shaking your head unabashedly “I need words, baby. Tell me what you want, and don’t take too long to think-”

“I want you to eat me out” You admitted loud and clear, not a trace of shame in your tone or face; no, the way you said it was so bold yet desperate at the same time, as if you were begging him. Perhaps you were begging Baji to tongue fuck you, but your boyfriend saw no need to tease you any further. After all, your wish is his command, and he was aching to taste more of you.

Baji stuck out his long tongue and lapped at your folds, groaning at the taste of your blood mixed with your arousal. His wet muscle traced your labia before easing inside your wet cavern. The vampire pushed his tongue inside slowly, making sure you were comfortable. His tongue wasn’t in any way thick, just thick enough to not hurt you when he’d thrust it in and out.

Moans bubbled out your lips as your undead lover took his time tasting you. He savored every thrust, every droplet of your blood, every little sound you made. Baji's nose pressed against your clit as he sunk his tongue deeper between your velvety walls. The tip pressed snug against your g-spot, making your toes curl from sheer pleasure.

Your eyes pressed shut when you threw your head back, hands finding your lover’s raven hair and grabbing them, pushing his face closer to your aching core. And while Baji loved that you embraced the pleasure, he grew frustrated.

Reddish brown eyes, half lidded and clouded with lust, watched your trembling form fighting yourself from releasing too soon. He pulled away, making you whine in protest. You looked down on him, eyebrows knitted in confusion and frustration as you managed to stutter out “W-why did you stop all of a sudden?”

Baji’s lower face was covered in your blood, a sight that made you feel excited and hot “I want you to look at me” he breathed out ruggedly, his lips deathly close to your nether lips “Don’t look away when I fuck my tongue into you. Don’t close your eyes, keep them on me” Biting your lower lip, you hesitantly nodded, unsure if you would be able to keep your promise, but God were you determined to keep it.

So Baji thrusted his tongue back inside, this time a bit more forceful. You yelped at his roughness before your moans of pain soothed into frantic moans of need. You needed him to make you cum, and you needed it to be as hard and nasty as he could give it to you.

Your fingers raked his hair, pulling on his locks hard when he relentlessly fucked his tongue into your pussy. There was no going slow and sensual anymore as Baji now forced his wet muscle in and out of you as hard and fast as he could.

Trying to keep eye contact with the ravenette proved to be harder than you had initially expected; his iron grip on your tender skin was painful, his tongue bruised your insides in search of your sweet red nectar and his eyes burned with carnal desire. The way Baji was looking into your eyes felt like a predator looking into its prey’s eyes before eating it alive. A shiver ran down your spine to your clit as he nudged your sensitive bud with his sharp nose, creating a delicious friction that had you seeing stars.

But you stayed put: you kept on looking back into his eyes even when his tongue grazed your g spot. Once he found your spongy spot there was no going back. The vampire carefully watched your reactions when he pistoned his tongue, always making sure to hit your g spot. Your eyes began to tear up the harder he went on you, your vision became blurry from the pain and pleasure; your lips parted as a string of ‘Oh my God’s, curses and Baji’s name left your mouth like a broken record and your hair was disheveled. The hottest mess Baji has ever seen in his life.

His dick strained painfully against his sweatpants, aching to be let free and sink itself down your throat. But that would be for later, after he has had his fill on you.

“Oh God, Kei” you screamed as you buckled your hips against his face. The tightness in your tummy became overbearing, dulling your sense of shame even more as you unabashedly screamed and begged your boyfriend to make you come. You didn’t care about the thin walls or the noise complaint you’d get in the next morning, brain full of the way his tongue feels inside you.

Chanting ‘Please, please please please’ as the knot bursted in your tummy, you cried out his name. Your body felt limp after your release, so you fell back, hitting your head and back on the back rest yet again. Panting heavily as you came down from your orgasm, Baji helped you ride your high out before he pulled out his wet muscle from your clenching hole. His grip softened before releasing you, standing up from his kneeling position.

“Fuck, my knees hurt” Baji groaned as he patted his knees “next time I better get a pillow to kneel on, baby”

“Next time?” you teased breathlessly, smiling at the gruff man once he stood up to his full height.

“Yeah, next time” Baji replied smugly as he licked off the remainder of your blood away from his lips “I got a taste for you now baby. This will become a monthly routine from now on”

You hummed at his idea, eyes wandering to his very obvious bulge. Somehow the view alone sent a tingle to your spent pussy.

Baji wasn’t dumb, he knew you were looking at his cock and he knew you were thinking about the unspeakable things he could do to you with it. A smug smirk crept on his lips as he wiped off the blood on his chin before he stepped closer to the couch. With one movement he had you laid down on the couch, your back on the cushions and your head propped up on the armrest.

The vampire stood above you, looking down on you as he slowly pulled his sweats down “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn”

#mdni divider by cafekitsune #tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke #baji x reader smut #baji x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x reader smut #baji smut #tr x you #tr smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #divider by adornedwithlight

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tetta-kissaki · 3 months ago

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chifuyu drabble bc the parasites told me to do it <3

chifuyu is sooo needy. it doesn’t matter where he is or who he’s around. he cannot keep his hands off of you.

grocery shopping? he smacks your ass every time you bend over to get something from the bottom shelf. waiting in a line? he’s standing behind you with hid arms around your waist, reaching up and squeezing your tits when no one’s looking at least once. this often ends in public sex, because you just can’t stand to see him waddling around like a fucking loser because his cock is so hard and achy. if he can’t make it to the parking lot to fuck you in his car, he’ll just fuck you in the bathroom.

sometimes when he’s driving home and somehow hasn’t had enough of you, he begs you to take your clothes off in the car. you do it, but it doesn’t last too long. his knuckles turn white as he holds onto the steering wheel for dear life. he’s hard and leaky and it hurts so good. you typically put your clothes back on once he starts paying more attention to you than the road ahead of him and he begins swerving into the other lane.

sometimes when you hang out with chifuyu and his friends at his place, he has you sitting in his lap and god, he just wants to see your tits so fucking bad, and he knows you’re not wearing a bra, so he lifts your shirt up in front of god and everybody (he occasionally does this in public as well). he doesn’t know why he does this to himself. his mouth waters at the sight of your tits and the way your nipples immediately get hard the second they’re exposed, and it takes everything in him to not suck on your tits right then and there. he snaps back to reality when he hears his friends wolf whistling and making comments.

“shut up.,” he huffs, his cheeks flushed as he puts your shirt back down. he doesn’t stop there, though. he hooks his index finger into the collar of your shirt, tugging on it to look down your shirt. he frequently kisses your collarbone as he does so, almost as a thank you for letting him look at you like this.

he loves a cozy hangout session while the guys are over. he’s snuggled up under a soft blanket with you, touching you however he wants to and his friends don’t even know it’s happening- at least, he assumes they don’t know. they see his head on your shoulder and his hands moving underneath the covers, and they hear his heavy, shaky breaths. they exchange looks and hold back their laughter because it’s pathetic, the way he so desperately needs you, but they know they’d be doing the exact same thing if they were him.

chifuyu pouts when he walks in and sees you changing shirts before bed. he only gets to see you in just your panties for a split second before you cover up again? how could you be so mean and do that to him? “what’d you put that on for?,” he frowns. he lays down in the bed and pats the empty space next to him, waiting impatiently for you to fill it.

you lay down and he pulls you close, his bare chest pressed against your back and his legs tangled with yours as he spoons you. he wraps his arms around your waist, toying with the hem of the oversized sleep shirt you’re wearing. he slips his hands underneath the fabric. his hand rests on your stomach at first, then he starts rubbing it after a few minutes. he presses kisses onto the back of your neck as his hand moves higher and higher until your shirt rides up and your tits are out. he falls asleep holding your tits and the next morning, you can feel his hard-on pressed against your ass as he wakes up to the feeling of your hardened nipples under his palms.

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comphy-and-cozy · 26 days ago

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Homecoming: Crush

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) x Mikko Rantanen

Summary: JT’s first time back in Denver after signing in Detroit was always going to be memorable, but with the help of a friend, you make it a night he'll never forget. Read @senditcolton's sister fic, Homecoming: Craving, here.

Word Count: 8.6K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Light alcohol use/mention, swearing. Threesome (MFM - no MxM), fingering (vaginal + anal - f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, mild degradation, dirty talk. You know, the usual.

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Leaving Colorado was bittersweet. Denver had been home for years; it was the city you first lived on your own, made new friends, and started your career. It was also where you met JT, fell in love with him, and watched him achieve his dreams of playing in the NHL and, ultimately, winning a Stanley Cup. But when his time wearing an Avalanche jersey came to an end, you were equally excited and hopeful for your future in Detroit.

The part that was entirely bitter was saying goodbye to your friends that would no longer be just down the road, but instead halfway across the country. Your memories of your last few weeks in Denver were happy, but lined with tears as you bid a see you later to them all.

Meanwhile, your first few weeks in Detroit were layered with excitement of exploring a new city, meeting some of JT’s new (and old) teammates, and getting settled into your new apartment. It was fun to do it with him, turning a new city into a home, and as you grew more comfortable with the change, the people, your new life, you found yourself even more certain that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him by your side.

The date of his return to Colorado has been circled on your calendar since the season started. JT was grateful to have ample time to adjust to life in a new city, on a new team, being the ‘new guy’ for the first time in a long time, before going back to his former home and being exposed to all of the memories and feelings that Denver dredged up. But now that the date looms nearer, there’s a slight flutter of nerves and anticipation that hangs in the air. JT seems to be ignoring it, so you do, too.

So, needless to say, the last thing you expect to come out of his mouth is a proposal gauging your interest in having a threesome with one of his former teammates.

‘Surprise’ is putting it lightly, and you don’t even know where to begin with the millions of questions running through your head, so you start simple. “You’d… you’d like that?”

Heat flares in his eyes and his jaw ticks. “I can’t even begin to describe what watching you get fucked would do to me.”

The bluntness of his words causes warmth to flood through your body in an instant, a low pulse beginning to throb between your legs. You clear your throat. “Did you… have someone in mind?”

A glimmer of amusement shines in his eyes, his lips curling up ever so slightly. “Did you?”

You swallow thickly, heart ticking wildly in your throat under his knowing gaze. The weight of it makes you look away, suddenly very interested in the grain of the hardwood floor beneath your feet. You couldn’t deny the flash of blue eyes, the sound of a deep laugh that echoed through your mind when he’d posed the question…

Chewing on your lip, you try to build up the courage to speak, but the nerves stop your voice from coming out. JT steps closer to you, tilting your chin up with his finger so he can look you in the eye.

“I’m not going to be mad,” he says softly, and the sincerity in his voice makes you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. His eyes are gentle and warm. “I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t okay with it. I want to know. Want this, if you do.”

You fidget on your feet. Something about it feels so… wrong. Taboo. But you can’t ignore the flash of excitement, the flutter of anticipation at the prospect. Sometimes it’s fun to be wrong. “Are you sure?”

A small smile plays at his mouth, and he moves his hand to interlace his fingers with yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. You smile back, heart warm at the tender action. But then he brings your joined hands down, pressing your palm against the very hard appendage beneath his zipper. “What do you think?”

Oh.

The twitch beneath your touch is all you need to convince you to share the name that’s resting on your tongue.

“...Mikko?” It slips out, quiet, lilted at the end as if it’s a question.

His smile is slow, flickering at the corner of his mouth before it grows into something more broad. “Should’ve known.”

Three weeks later, you find yourself standing in the middle of an ornate hotel room, with a luxurious-looking sofa, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the mountains, and sleek, modern furniture. In the center of the large bedroom is a king-sized bed with crisp white linens, so pristine you’re almost afraid to sit on it.

JT had insisted on splurging for a room at the Four Seasons as a way to show appreciation for you flying all the way to Denver to support him; he said if he got the red carpet rolled out for him, then you deserved it, too. You suspect that your extra guest was also a factor in the room selection, like you’re a piece of high, fine art that ought to be enjoyed in a beautiful setting.

You’ve got an Avalanche jersey on, the white #37 proud on your back underneath his nameplate, an obvious claim to who you belong to. Underneath is the lingerie JT bought you special for the occasion—pretty lace encasing your body like a beautifully wrapped present. High, fine art.

Nerves course through you, the cocktail you had at the game not quite enough to protect you from the rapid pulse fluttering in your throat when a knock sounds at the door. Your boyfriend looks at you, silently gauging, confirming you’re still comfortable with the plan. Steeling yourself, you suck in a deep breath and nod.

JT smiles, pressing a kiss against your lips and offering an encouraging squeeze of your hand before moving to answer the door. As it swings open, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of Mikko standing in the hallway, hair damp from his shower. He either ditched his suit or stopped at home to change, now sporting expensive-looking black sweatpants and a hoodie. Even before he steps in the room, his figure is looming; large, broad, towering over your boyfriend, who is already significantly taller than you.

The Finn greets JT first, a grin blooming on his face as he claps his hand and leans in for a hug. “Sorry about the game, brother.”

With a wave of his hand, JT brushes it off. The Red Wings had lost 7-2, and although you know it’d have been much sweeter to win, he says, “Just glad to be back. Feels weird being here.”

“Feels weird that you’re here as a visitor,” Mikko comments, wrinkling his nose at the sentiment. JT nods in agreement, no further statement needed.

Russet eyes flick to yours, and you watch the smile curl up on his face. “Since you’re hosting, I brought you a gift this time.”

You feel Mikko’s gaze shift to you, and you’re patient in the way your eyes blink over to him, offering a small smile. “Hi, Mikko. It’s good to see you.”

A glimmer of heat flares in his eyes. “It’s good to see you too.”

JT stifles a chuckle. Crossing the room, you go to hug Mikko, warmth coursing through your body when his arms wrap around you. All at once, the sheer size of him hits you, and you feel the way your pussy practically purrs for it.

You pull away, and the tension in the room turns thick, almost tangible, when you look into his eyes. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you pray that he can’t hear the thud of it the way you can.

“You sure you want this?” Mikko murmurs, hand raising like he wants to caress your face, but he stops himself to make sure you’re really good.

“Always had a crush on you,” you whisper with a smile. You’re not confident in the strength of your voice.

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and the glitter returns to his eyes as he steps in closer to you. His lips are inches away from yours, your breath frozen in your lungs. “Oh yeah?”

JT’s amused huff behind you offers a gentle encouragement and a surge of confidence washes over you as you let your eyes trail over Mikko’s large frame, over his broad shoulders, his defined chest, the thick thighs that you know could easily crush you. For a moment, you let yourself think all of the filthy, carnal thoughts that have flashed through your mind every time you see him. “Couldn’t help it. You’re so… big.”

His smirk widens, smug and dripping with an air of cocky confidence. It’s always been just a part of life, his intimidating size, but the way you’re devouring him with your heated gaze has him appreciating it in an entirely different light.

“Baby, you’re drooling and no one’s even taken their clothes off yet,” JT says with a chuckle, and his words have you imagining exactly what Mikko might look like when he does, in fact, remove his clothes. Or maybe he’ll let you do that for him.

“Can you blame me?” you ask.

Mikko’s eyes roam too, lingering over the logo on your chest, though you have a feeling he’s imagining what it’ll look like without the jersey covering your body.

“I always had a thing for you, too,” he confesses at last. “Always told Comph he had the hottest girl.”

Your heart flutters at the compliment, and your eyes flick to JT’s in surprise. How come he’d never told you?

“Couldn’t have you running off to be with Mikko. Wanted to have you all to myself,” your boyfriend admits with a smile. “He’s less of a threat now that we’re in different cities.”

At his words, Mikko grins before leaning in to kiss you, almost like he was waiting for a silent permission from JT to touch you; he hovers mere inches away from your face, giving you the choice to change your mind or close the gap.

It’s a no brainer to meet his mouth with yours. His lips are warm, soft, his fingers sliding into your hair, and you can’t help but sink into him. Your own find purchase on his biceps, strong and huge beneath your fingertips, your knees wobbling slightly when his tongue slips into your mouth.

Kissing Mikko is easy. It’s no wonder JT was cautious.

Mikko’s hands begin an adventure roaming your back, warming you up to his touch, before he’s reaching behind you to cup your ass with a firm grip. JT’s breathing is ragged, but you can’t tear yourself away from Mikko’s lips to glance at him. It’s only when he pulls away for air that you look at your boyfriend, wings beating in your belly when you see his flushed cheeks and dark eyes. There’s an obvious tent in his pants; you resist the urge to tease him.

“Comph told me about how good you are with your mouth,” Mikko says, voice husky, like he feels exactly how JT looks. He drags a thumb along your bottom lip, and you let the tip of it dip just past the seam of your mouth. Beside you, JT groans, and the sound encourages you as you slowly slink to your knees in front of Mikko.

“Do you want to see for yourself?”

He sucks in a breath, watching when you reach up to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. Already, he’s hard, and you can’t help but wrap your hand around him—or, try to—over his boxer briefs. He’s firm and warm beneath your hand, and your pussy throbs when you imagine what he’ll feel like inside of you.

You help Mikko divest himself of his pants, kicked to the side while JT takes a seat in the armchair beside you. A glance at him, melting under his smoldering gaze before you’re leaning forward to press your lips against the firm muscle of his quad. He hums, then stifles a chuckle when your teeth bite into his skin gently.

If you could, you’d spend an hour marking up his thighs, but your attention is drawn back to the erection bobbing above you. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you see the smirk grow on Mikko’s face before you take his tip into your mouth. He curses when your tongue laps at the beaded liquid at the tip, slowly allowing more of his length to slip into your mouth.

“Fuck, JT wasn’t lying about your mouth, sweetheart,” he groans. JT hums, pleased at the assessment. Part of you wonders exactly what he’d shared with Mikko—and if he’d ever shared with anyone else.

You work Mikko’s cock between your lips, bobbing your head over him with wet, sloppy movements. His hands clench at his sides, an effort to keep from burying them in your hair and fucking your face. Not that you’d mind.

“C’mon, baby, show him how good your throat is,” comes JT’s low murmur of encouragement. “Y’look so pretty when your face is stuffed with cock.”

Inching forward, you take more of him, bit by bit, until he’s brushing at the back of your throat. His hips strain with the effort of resisting bucking into your mouth, mumbling what you presume to be curses in Finnish.

Obediently, you blink up at Mikko to let him know you approve of the way his hips slowly press forward, the head of his dick slipping further down your throat. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as he pulses ever so slightly in and out of your mouth.

Quiet curses sound from both men, eyes glued to the way your lips look wrapped around Mikko’s considerable length. You feel another flutter between your thighs, the feeling encouraging the slow stroke of your tongue on the underside of his length. Thick fingers caress your hairline, tucking a handful of it behind your shoulders and out of the way.

“That’s it,” Mikko groans, the low rumble of approval deep in his chest before his head tilts back. “Her mouth—so fucking good, Comph.”

Though he’s talking to your boyfriend, your heart flutters with the praise, and you become determined to hear more of it, to pull more of it from his throat alongside the guttural groans. A deep breath precedes the slackening of your jaw, opening wider to accept him until your lips nestle in the trimmed curls at the base of Mikko’s pelvis. Distantly, you wonder if he landscaped just for you.

“Vitun iso,” Mikko exclaims, pulling himself out of your mouth quickly. The action earns a splutter from you, a gush of saliva and precum spilling out of your mouth at the sudden absence. “You’re gonna make me come and I haven’t even gotten to fuck you yet.”

Coyly, you look up at him, as if you hadn’t been sucking his lights out moments prior. “I like it when you speak Finnish.”

Flames lick in his eyes and he smiles down at you. You lick your lips, a weak attempt at tidying up what you know is a disheveled appearance. But instead of stopping, you lean forward and let your lips press against Mikko’s balls, letting your tongue flatten as it glides along them. He stutters, and so does JT, Mikko’s hands flying back into your hair.

“Perkele—no, no, baby, y’gotta stop ‘cause I really wanna fuck you.”

Though it takes everything in you to stop, you do, tearing yourself away from his length. Your gaze trails over it, hard and wet and huge, and you lick your lips when you once again envision what it’ll feel like pressing into your wanton, waiting core. Mikko notices, observes the hungry way you watch him, a devilish smirk forming on his face.

“C’mere,” JT murmurs, hand gently nudging at your shoulder as he offers a hand to help you stand. His expression is warm as he looks at you, admiring the sheen on your swollen lips, the watery line of your eyes, gently wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you softly. A tender, sweet moment, a brief check-in without words, silently confirming that you’re good to keep going.

You’re more than good.

Toying with the hem of your jersey, knuckles caressing the skin of your thigh, JT holds your gaze before he pulls the fabric over your head. Beside you, Mikko groans in approval at the ensemble you’ve hidden beneath the jersey; ivory lace, wrapped around your hips, encasing your breasts, satin straps over your shoulders. Wrapped up like a pretty package.

JT takes a moment to admire you, gaze trailing over the lace and your curves. He casts a glance at Mikko and offers a wink. Like what I’ve done with her?

With an outstretched hand, he guides you to the bed, seating himself against the pillows and motioning for you to sit between his legs. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of him brushing your hair back, scratching lightly against your scalp as you settle in against his solid frame.

JT’s hands wrap around your body, moving over your breasts, kneading them until your mouth falls open in a sigh. They tickle you slightly as they caress down your sides, firm and steady, tracing over your waist and the lace adorning your hip bones. When they reach the apex of your thighs, you feel a flutter where his fingers ghost over your pelvis, teasing you. A glance at Mikko shows that his attention is focused solely on your center, following JT’s movements the way he’d track a puck.

The breath that Mikko sucks in is audible when your boyfriend parts your thighs, spreading you open like your legs are curtains at an upscale Broadway theater. You watch the way his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of you on display for him. Act I, Scene I.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she?” your boyfriend’s low voice asks, amused by the trance that his friend seems to be under.

All Mikko does is nod, unwilling to take his eyes off of your body for a single second. “Beautiful.”

“You want to taste?”

At the question, Mikko’s blues shoot up to meet JT’s. Can I? Next, they flick to yours, seeking permission. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you; instead, you let your hand draw between your legs, finger tucking into the fabric before you tug it to the side. It’s consent, permission, and a silent request all at once.

The weight of Mikko’s large body dips into the mattress when he crawls his way toward you. Your heart thuds in your chest as he nears, and you swear you can feel JT’s heart beating just as rapidly against your back. When the Finn reaches you, he wastes no time being shy as his hand reaches for the back of your neck, pulling you toward him to press a heated, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. He devours you, groaning into your mouth while JT’s hands drag along the back straps of your bra, unhooking it.

Slowly, the straps slide down your arms, and as if he can sense more of your bare skin revealed, Mikko pulls away to admire the sight of your bare shoulders and collarbones. His eyes glitter, though you notice the way his eyes linger on the lace that still covers your breasts, like he’s willing the material to disappear.

JT anticipates Mikko’s next move and his hands slip around to your front, letting his finger hook into one of the cups before dragging it down. Your breasts fall free, and Mikko stifles a groan, his lip disappearing between his teeth as he takes in the sight of you topless.

“Been thinking ‘bout these tits for a long time,” he murmurs, and you shiver at the statement. Your nipples peak under his gaze. “Ever since I accidentally saw that picture on Comph’s phone.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Pardon me?”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t send a warning before you sent a nude,” JT says in self defense, fighting a chuckle. He falters when he sees Mikko’s large hand cupping your breast—and you’d be lying if you heard a single word that came out of his mouth once Mikko’s warm palm pressed against your skin. His fingers knead the soft tissue, acclimating himself with the feel and size of your breasts; a moan slips out when he lightly pinches your nipple.

“Maybe it was on purpose,” Mikko muses, the glint in his eye passing so quickly you think you must have imagined it. “Maybe she wanted someone to see it.”

JT hums. You glance over your shoulder to ensure that his low groan is one of pleasure and not jealousy or unease, worried the sentiment will upset him. But your eyes catch his, and you see the lust that’s grown in them. At the thought of you seducing his teammate. At the thought of Mikko craving you. His girl.

The knowledge that you are something that others covet, someone that his friends desire, and yet you crawl into his bed every night is… priceless. He doesn’t try to fight his smile. “That true, sweetheart?”

“Why else would she send it with no warning?” Head cocked, and a smirk plastered on his face, Mikko adds, “You wanted to show off this gorgeous body, hm? Make everybody jealous of Comphy?”

Your cheeks heat. You had no way of knowing that JT was anywhere near his teammates when you’d sent photos, but you find that you really like the thought of wandering eyes, of someone—Mikko—seeing something private, meant for JT. A shiver runs down your spine.

Mikko’s heated gaze floats down your frame, to the lace that’s still wrapped around your hips. Watching his eyes trail lower, you wonder if the dampness you feel there is visible. His hand tickles your stomach on its route down to your panties, where the tip of his middle finger runs along the hem, still pulled to the side exposing you. JT’s breathing is practically ragged beside you, both of you watching the way Mikko toys with your entrance. You can’t help but notice how huge his hand looks between your thighs. His fingers are so thick, one or two of them have got to be equivalent to his—

“Who’d you want to see it, baby?” JT probes with his words the same way Mikko’s fingers press gently against your slit. Just teasing, not giving you any relief.

Your boyfriend’s thumb caresses against the underside of your breast, a breath of a touch that’s just enough to drive you crazy. And with a request like that, you have no choice but to obey. “Him.”

“Tell him, darling.”

“Y-you, Mikko,” your voice falters, cheeks warm as Mikko allows the very tip of his finger to dip inside of you. You’re not sure if the heat is from your confession or from arousal; you’re pretty sure it’s both.

“Me?” he asks with a low chuckle, as if he’s even trying to pretend he didn’t already know the answer. “Comph, your girl’s a little minx.”

JT’s fingers slither across your skin, slowly kneading and massaging your breast beneath a strong hand, sending a wave of goosebumps down your arms. Lips brush against the tender spot of your shoulder blade, grazing along your skin before pressing a kiss against the crook of your neck and shoulder. His voice is low, so sensual it makes you shiver. “He’s right, sweetheart. You are the most lovely, tempting mistress.”

The butterflies that flutter in your chest threaten to erupt, and Mikko presses his thumb against your throbbing clit as if in agreement. A zing of pleasure shoots through your system and your head falls back against JT’s shoulder, who nuzzles with the side of your face. His thick beard scratches against your jaw. “You gonna let him taste you now?”

A nod is all you can muster, followed by a whine that you hope Mikko accepts as a plea. Luck is on your side, it seems, when he doesn’t drag out your torment any longer, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the lace around your hips and tugging the fabric down your legs. Pulling your thighs apart with painstaking slowness, you watch him make eye contact with JT. An evil smirk curls up on his face before he focuses his gaze back on your center.

He murmurs something in Finnish, tongue darting out to wet his lips. They press gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, soft and slow, relishing the delicious tension. When he finally reaches your center, his tongue takes a long swipe up, collecting your arousal. The heat of his mouth makes you sigh dreamily.

“Fuck,” Mikko groans, “you taste even better than I imagined.”

“Told you,” JT says, then turns his attention to you. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, thick beard tickling the skin while his nose nudges against your hair. “You have the sweetest, tightest, most delicious pussy, baby. I know it, and so does he. Can’t believe it’s all mine to taste and touch and fuck whenever I want.”

Heat blooms in your stomach, blossoming through your veins. The praise, dripping like honey from your boyfriend’s pretty mouth, makes your head spin with desire. Mikko hums from between your legs, enjoying your dripping honey, while JT takes one of your pert nipples between his fingers, rolling gently. He groans behind you, adding on to his commentary, “Pretty, perfect tits, too.”

You preen under his compliment, but your attention snaps back to Mikko when his tongue begins to move, swirling around your lips and slipping inside of you. He explores, familiarizing himself with your pussy, testing out different moves to see how you respond. He licks, sucks, kisses you, tasting your nectar and before long, he’s devouring your forbidden fruit like a starved man.

Mikko’s curls bob above your pelvis, his blue eyes locked on yours while his tongue wraps around your clit. You cry out, head tossed back against JT’s shoulder, one of his hands sliding up your stomach to knead at your breast. The feeling, paired with Mikko’s mouth on your pussy, licking and delving inside your folds, sends heat coursing through your body.

When your spine curves, your lower back presses against something firm, and your boyfriend hums in your ear. “Feel that? That’s what all your pretty little sounds do to me.”

The gentle pulse of him against your tailbone has a moan slipping from your mouth, encouraging Mikko to keep the rhythmic flicks of his tongue against your entrance. Your hand slides into his curls as his own dig tightly into the sides of your hips, holding you in place.

“C’mon, baby,” JT whispers, so low that even Mikko probably can’t hear him. “You gonna come for me? Wanna watch you gush all over that handsome face.”

“Mikko,” you sigh, the plea clear in the way you say his name, because you want that, too. Desperately. Your partner takes it as a command, accepting it as an oath, trying his hardest to completely bury his tongue inside of you.

“That’s it,” JT murmurs when your hips rise to meet Mikko’s mouth, rolling against his face and seeking your high. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, keeping his face pressed tightly against you, committed to his silent promise. You’re not positive, but you’re pretty sure that the muffled hum against your pussy is his encouragement too.

Not only is the climax one of the most anticipated orgasms of all time, but it’s also one of the best you’ve ever experienced. White hot heat blazes through your system, pleasure radiating to each cell as Mikko’s lips coax out every last bit of ecstasy from your body. Vision fuzzy, you register the gentle roll of your hips while the remaining waves of your orgasm subside.

“I like the way you hump his face when you come.” Your boyfriend’s voice is the beacon that pulls you back to reality, oozing with arousal and amusement.

Mikko pulls away to nod in agreement. The scruff littering his jaw is coated in your slick, and he grins at you, the sheen on his lips beautiful enough to have you pulling him toward you to kiss him, tasting yourself. His voice is low, molten, and it makes you throb despite just having an orgasm on his face. “Your pussy is so perfect, murunen.”

“You wanna fuck it now?” you ask, looking up at him with a smug smile.

“Do you want me to fuck it now?” he poses back, an eyebrow raised.

You nod so earnestly that JT chuckles beside you, and Mikko leans forward to capture your lips once again, his kiss scorching. The slow moan that slips out is a surprise to you, all control over it lost as heat winds back through your body. A wanton whine follows when he tears his lips from yours, crying out at the loss of him against your skin.

“M’not sure you’re ready for me to fuck you, baby,” he says with a smirk.

“Trust me,” you purr, catching his hand in yours and drawing it to your center. He growls when you plunge the tip of his middle finger inside of yourself, the sound nearly covering your gasp. “I’m ready.”

JT groans loudly watching you grip Mikko’s wrist, guiding his hand to dip in and out of your pussy. “Fuuuuck. That’s it, baby, fuck yourself with his fingers.”

The Finn chuckles deeply. “She liked that, Comph. She just squeezed me so fuckin’ tight.”

“Yeah?” JT says with a smirk. His voice is a low whisper in your ear. “Why don’t you get yourself ready to take his cock?”

At his command, you slide Mikko’s finger in and out of you, urging him to add a second, a gasp rumbling out when he curls the digits inside of your heat. You’re in awe that just two of his fingers stretch you out so deliciously, slipping in and out of you with wet, squelching sounds. His eyes hold firm with yours, letting your hand guide his wrist, head leaning back at the pleasure his fingers shoot through your body. Your hand moves his wrist faster, your moans lilting higher.

The feeling is heavenly, but it’s not enough. You need more.

Mikko is on the same page when he takes control of his hand back, ceasing his movements. Pressing his fingers past your lips, he earns your complete attention even as JT shifts out from behind you to kneel beside you on the bed. Your essence is tangy on your tongue, the pad of Mikko’s middle and index finger gently massaging it; your lips wrap around his digits and suck obediently, mimicking the exact way you sucked his dick earlier. With a smirk, Mikko pulls his hand away and you swallow thickly before turning your attention to the redhead next to you.

“J,” you whisper, glancing at the bulge that was just throbbing against your back. “Let me take care of that.”

Your boyfriend smiles, a glimmer of affection in his brown eyes before he reaches down to palm himself. But to your surprise, he shakes his head. “Nah, baby, I’m okay. Jus’ wanna watch for now.”

“Are… you sure?” you ask, another glance at his erection. Mikko’s still there, his own erection standing proudly, silently tempting you with a primal promise of ecstasy, but for the moment, you’re more concerned about ensuring your partner is as satisfied and willing as you are for this to continue.

JT tips your chin up with the crook of his finger, closing the gap between your lips. It’s soft and sweet, and maybe a tiny bit of a pageant display for his friend, who stands watching the two of you closely. “Remember how badly I want to watch you get fucked?”

Heat blooms in your cheeks—and between your legs—when you see the fire in his eyes, pupils blown. Your teeth dig into your lip, taking a shaky breath before you glance back at Mikko, a silent nod to let him know you’re good to continue. He returns the action, tugging off his shirt until he stands before you, a fucking Greek god statue—only instead of carefully sculpted marble, he’s lithe limbs, rippling muscles, warm flesh that you can feel, taste, touch.

You can’t help but gape at him. You’ve been treated like the piece of art tonight, but he is the true masterpiece.

Large hands grasp at your hips, tugging you toward the edge of the bed, until your core is mere inches from his own pelvis. Your eyes are locked on his hand: wrapped tightly around his length, stroking himself smoothly, the muscle of his bicep jumping deliciously at the movement. Your mouth waters. So does your pussy.

“You want it?” he asks, dimple peeking out beside his smirk. His eyes stay on yours even while he continues rubbing the tip of his dick against your entrance, bumping steadily into your clit. It sends a jolt of pleasure through your veins, and your hips buck toward him. “Aw, come on, tell me.”

“Mikko,” you whine, “please.”

“Tell him what you want, honey.” JT’s command is gentle, but firm.

Your eyes trail up the cut lines of Mikko’s wide frame, admiring the sheer size of him—ignoring the wanton throb of your pussy at the size of his cock, positioned right at your entrance—and look into his baby blues. With your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you let your legs fall open a little more, spreading yourself wide. You don’t miss the way his eyes flick to the center of your thighs, feasting on the view of you, open and wet and waiting. It earns another pulse deep in your core.

“Fuck me, please, Mikko. Been wanting this for so long. Need you so bad.”

A dimpled smirk meets your desperate gaze, and JT looses out a heavy sigh as he watches your pussy greedily swallow Mikko’s dick inch by inch. He’s impossibly huge, stretching you so wide you can’t help the way your eyes roll back at the sensation.

“Shit,” he barks out, accent strong. “Your cunt is pretty and tight, baby.”

With a moan, you let your heels dig into the flesh of his ass, encouraging him to move further—though you’re not sure there’s any room left with how much of him there is. He chuckles low, a rumble deep in his broad chest, leaning forward to bracket his arms around your head as he starts a slow, steady pace. Mikko’s lips press against yours, drinking in your soft whimpers while your arms wrap around his shoulders, clutching onto him.

Exploring lips make their way down your jaw and to your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. Lowly, he murmurs strings of Finnish in your ear, the sound stoking the flame inside of you. Each press of his hips drives more and more pleasure through your veins, already laughably close to your peak. Your heart thuds in your throat, your breasts pressed against his chest while he sucks a mark into your skin. A mark, like so many left before in its wake, but a first in the shape of Mikko’s teeth.

The sound of JT groaning has your eyes fluttering open, glancing over at him beside you on the bed; you’d almost forgotten he was there, the feeling of Mikko inside you pulling all thought from your mind. JT’s shed his shirt, his pants unzipped and hand fisting at his length. His eyes are on your body, on the mark on your neck, but then they flick to yours and he winks.

You’ve seen it before, your boyfriend stroking himself before he slides into you, but you’ve never seen him like this—wanton, desperate, jerking himself off to the sight of you. It sends heat coursing through your body, an adrenaline that you didn’t expect. To know that he’s turned on, fueled by the sight of you with another man.

And not just any man—his teammate. His friend. His brother.

Jealous, Mikko nips at your neck to bring your focus back to him. He pulls away, holding you with nothing but his steady gaze, the blues of his eyes locked with yours, his hips moving steadily to continue driving his length into you. It’s intense, intimate, unwavering. Each thrust forward sends you further into blissful oblivion.

When Mikko rises to his full height, he tugs your hips harder so he can continue pounding into you at his relentless pace. Your body slides against the formerly pristine sheets, now wrinkled underneath your romp with a large Finn. His hands slide up your arms, interlacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. A smirk rises on his face when your back arches into him, the only way you can press more of your skin against his, desperate for his heat.

JT’s voice is a gentle purr. “You like that, sweetheart? Can hear how fucking wet you are. Makin’ a mess all over his cock, aren’t you?” His attention turns to the Finn. “Aren’t I the luckiest man in the world, Rants? Coming home to that pussy every night?”

Mikko nods in agreement, eyes glued to the way you’re wrapped around his length, snug and wet and warm. “Dunno how you get anything done with her in your bed. Tightest cunt.”

JT’s smile is greedy, like a cheshire cat, and he brushes the hair out of your face with an affectionate hand. “She’s definitely a tempting little vixen.”

His thumb strokes a soothing caress on your jawline, and you can’t help it when you twist your head just slightly to take it between your lips, looking up at him with wide, unfocused eyes. Mikko curses, his thrusts faltering as he watches you suck on your boyfriend’s digit obediently. “Fuck. Such a good girl.”

“You are,” JT murmurs, admiring the way your tongue flicks at the pad of his finger. You release it, beaming proudly. “My beautiful, perfect, good girl. Takin’ his big dick like that.”

Mikko’s hands grip tighter on your waist, his thumbs nearly touching with how large they are wrapped around your sides, like he’s silently commanding you to pay attention to him. His eyes connect with yours, the soft blues a deeper shade as he drives home. The only sounds in the room are that of your moans and hips slapping against the underside of your thighs. He’s impossibly deep, stroking inside your guts, touching places that no one has ever reached before. It’s sinful and wicked and you want more.

“Mikko,” you sigh, fingers slipping into his disheveled curls, “d-don’t stop.”

JT takes your lilted whine as a call to action, nudging at your chin gently to tilt your face toward him. He doesn’t have to say anything, just dances his marriage and middle fingers across your lips before you take them obediently in your mouth.

He hums, pressing his fingers farther in, feeling the way your tongue lolls against them. “Nice and wet, darlin’. That’s it.”

You gasp when he pulls them out, a gossamer strand of saliva connecting your wet lips with his fingers. He doesn’t waste any time before he reaches between yours and Mikko’s bodies, pressing both fingers against your clit. JT’s rhythm is slow, intentional, patient, pulsing at half the tempo of Mikko’s hips; he listens to the sounds of skin on skin, the slick of your pretty pussy getting fucked, and your gorgeous pornstar moans—and, more importantly, the silence when your breath catches in your throat.

You’re close.

JT presses harder, rubbing with more speed, Mikko’s hips following suit like following a leader. Your mouth falls open, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as you stutter a cry and your orgasm rips through you. Mikko’s thrusts remain constant, milking out the waves of your climax until your legs are trembling around his waist. Weakly, your arm raises to knock JT’s hand away, the pressure from his fingers overstimulating.

Your second orgasm, it seems, is enough to have JT shucking off the remainder of his disheveled clothes, laying on his back on the mattress and beckoning for you with a finger. It’s on shaky legs that you approach him, savoring the feel of his fingertips brushing against your thigh. “Come sit on my face, sweetheart. Wanna taste what he did to you.”

Not five seconds after you’ve agreed with a nod, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to haul you over his head, and you shriek with delighted surprise. Mikko chuckles beside you, the sound quickly turning into more of a growl when he watches you settle onto your boyfriend’s face. Auburn hair and a small peek of his forehead are the only things that reveal his identity, his nose wedged up against your clit.

JT hums, tongue lapping up cautiously at your entrance, testing if the action overstimulates you. It doesn’t, instead earning an indulgent sigh from you, and he wastes no time in diving between your folds with his tongue. The feeling is different, more familiar than Mikko, who’s taken a seat at the edge of the mattress, content to watch for now.

“You taste so good after you’ve been fucked,” comes JT’s muffled voice from between your thighs. The gentle vibration against your core sends a shiver down your spine, his words earning a fresh ooze onto his lips. “So fucking wet, baby. So hot.”

JT’s hands grip at the globes of your ass, keeping you pressed against him as his tongue delves into your folds, feasting on exactly what Mikko did to you. What he finds, he must like, for his pleasured groan is both audible and felt vibrating between your legs. He’s diligent in the way he flicks at your clit, lapping up your arousal.

You lose track of time as your boyfriend eats his way to your heart, relishing in the way his tongue works magic on your pussy. Over the years, he’s dedicated hours of his time to learning what makes you sigh, studying what gets your hips to move against him, memorizing what makes you drip nectar onto his tongue. Beside you, Mikko strokes himself leisurely, watching intently, like he’s studying tape of an upcoming opponent.

JT nudges you with his hands, coming up for air. His thick, russet beard is drenched in you; the sight makes your walls clench. “Think m’gonna take you up on your offer,” he says, gently encouraging you to slide off of his face. “Wanna be inside this delicious little cunt.”

The body part in question flutters with anticipation, greedy for more despite having been filled to the brim not long ago. You follow the motion of JT’s hand to sling a leg over his hips. His erection, bobbing patiently above his stomach, leaks into a small pool of precum in the dark auburn hair above his belly button.

JT shifts, sitting up to meet your lips. The world around you floats away underneath the spell of his kiss; for a moment, you’re all alone. His caress brings you back to reality, one hand on your waist, the other on your neck, holding your jaw.

“Ride me,” he whispers against your mouth, helping you to shift your hips upward so that he can line his tip up with your entrance. With an open-mouthed sigh against his lips, you sink down onto him.

Swallowing his groan, the two of you move in sync to find a rhythm that’s slow and steady; it’s intimate, your thighs wrapped around his waist and your bodies pressed against one another. Nearly every inch of your body is touching him, connected to him—and your new partner loves it.

“You look good riding his dick like that, murunen,” Mikko says, watching the way your hips roll leisurely circles atop his friend’s lap. “Can’t believe he kept you to himself all this time.”

“Can you blame me?” your redhead asks, tearing his lips away from yours to look at his friend. You follow suit, surprised at the hunger in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you, hips circling in hypnotizing motions. You quell the urge to shiver under his watchful gaze. “You’d do the same damn thing, if you were me.”

“Can’t deny that,” Mikko agrees with a grin, then cocks his head toward you. “Probably wouldn’t ever let you leave my bed.”

“Who says I’m going to let you leave mine?”

Mikko’s brows raise in surprise, then a smile cracks over his face as he laughs. His smile falters when JT’s lips dutifully return to your neck, tongue soothing the sensitive skin. Your redhead’s skin is hot against yours, creating a twin mark beside the one that Mikko left.

“Darlin’,” JT husks against your collarbone. “You ready for Mikko to fuck you again?”

Your heart skips a beat at the question, and simultaneously, a disappointed whimper leaves your throat. “Was gonna come on your dick. Want to.”

The soft exhale of JT’s laugh caresses your skin. You can feel the curve of his smile against your neck as his hand stills the movement of your hips. His voice is sympathetic as he purrs, “I know, baby. But I get to feel this tight pussy grippin’ me every night; Mikko doesn’t. Wanna be a good host, don’t you?”

His words, his confidence make your heart swell—and your pussy clench. Talk about big dick energy. Another chuckle breathes against your collarbone, and you know he felt it. He knows how much it turns you on, how much you love being Mikko’s party favor. The sensation is nearly overwhelming.

“How generous of you,” Mikko says. “I would’ve kept that orgasm all to myself.”

Your body is weak, mind a little hazy as four hands help to maneuver you off of JT’s body and onto your hands and knees. Resting your head against your forearms, you smile up to your boyfriend while Mikko’s tip teases your center.

“Mikko, please,” you whine. Your voice is wanton, pussy humming with the ache of an almost-release. “Fuck me. Need it.”

“She gets a little cockdrunk at this point,” JT explains, a loving sort of pride etched onto his face, “after a few orgasms. So pretty and obedient.”

You let your waist sway, hoping to goad Mikko into plunging his length into you. He tsks, sliding his shaft against your clit as if to reprimand you, instead eliciting a moan from you. The sensation isn’t nearly enough; you need to feel him buried inside of you.

JT hums, his voice dripping with amusement and approval. “I love when you’re desperate. You get so slutty.”

“Please,” you whine again, sighing when your greedy pussy gives another heavy throb, desperate for another orgasm. You can’t find the energy in you to plead, wouldn’t be able to find the words for how bad you want him even if you tried, so it’ll have to do.

Mikko’s merciful, granting you a sinful relief when he slips back inside of you. Your fingers grasp at the sheets, trying your best to stay upright despite how heavenly he feels, filling you up to the hilt. He finds his rhythm, rougher than before, his hips slapping against your ass. Distantly, you wonder if his resolve is slipping.

“Fuck, dude, how do you handle all this ass?”

A smile drifts its way onto your face, feeling the heat from Mikko’s gaze. His hands roam freely over the curve of your ass, over your hips, up your spine, all while he rearranges your guts. The tip of his finger trails over the ridges of your spine until it finally lands between the globes of your ass. He muses, “Now what’s this?”

JT’s chuckle is low. Evil, even.

“May I?” Mikko’s question makes your skin thrum with heat. His finger drags along your backside, the touch featherlight. It’s teasing, torturous, sinful, contrasting with the rough, deep thrusts of his cock into you.

The pad of his finger rests against your puckered hole, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it and moan. Only two words exist in your mind, void of all other thought.

“Mikko, please.”

“Filthy girl,” JT chimes in. The designation makes you shiver.

Mikko’s hips maintain their relentless rhythm, his tip striking at the most delicious angle to have you seeing stars. Your third orgasm lingers, body aching for one more release, greedily accepting his assault on your pussy. When the tip of his finger presses past the resistance of your hole, a guttural moan slips out of your throat. The sensation earns a deep throb of your clit, swollen and needy; one hand leaves its post on the bed to frantically paw at it.

A low exhale sounds from Mikko behind you, and you can tell by his ragged breath that he’s approaching his climax as well. His finger presses deeper inside of you and on his next thrust, your world shatters. Weakly, your walls convulse around his length, the force of your release sucking the air out of your lungs.

Through the haze, you hear JT’s voice followed by a deeper one—Mikko’s—before gentle hands stroke the hair out of your face. You’re aware of a feeling of emptiness, soon registering that Mikko is no longer sheathed inside you, but kneeling beside you.

When your eyes open, it’s his blue ones that you see first. Smiling down at you, he says, “Hi, kultsi. How you doing?”

“Good,” you manage to say. After sitting up, your eyes are drawn to his erection, glistening with you. Next to him, JT’s length also bobs between his legs, and your mouth waters at the prospect.

Your gaze floats between both of them as you move off the bed and sink to your knees. They follow in unison, in sync with you and one another, coming to stand side by side before you. The sight is intimidating, truly: gazing up at two very strong, very muscular men, their erections hovering above you.

Licking your lips, you press forward to lick at Mikko’s length, eager to taste yourself on him. JT waits patiently, watching the way your lips work down Mikko’s shaft. Your cheeks hollow, tongue swirling on the underside of him.

A hand gently threads its way into your hair, gently guiding you off of Mikko’s cock and toward JT’s. You blink up at him, his brown eyes warm as they watch you. Etched on his face is an expression of pride, and you respond to it by dragging your tongue up his length. He groans, stroking your cheek with his thumb while you press kisses up to his tip, lapping at it before taking it between your lips.

It’s not long before Mikko’s hand comes to the other side of your head, drawing you back toward him. Their pace quickens as they chauffeur you from cock to cock, cheeks growing more flushed as they work themselves up to their climax. Mikko’s loud groan fills the room first, warm splatters landing on your face with his climax. Salty droplets dribble toward your lips and you can’t help but lick them off before turning to smile at JT.

The sight of you covered in his friend’s cum, marked by it, must be what spurs his own release, contributing to Mikko’s original artwork. Your tongue sticks out to catch him, earning a low groan from both of them as you swallow it.

“You’re gonna kill me,” JT says with a bemused smile. “You know that?”

“Welcome back to Denver, baby.”

Author's Note: Happy New Year! Here at comphy-and-cozy, we're kicking 2025 off with a bang. It's been a long time coming (no, literally, this fic is a year late, but what's new?). Y'all know this is basically my dream threesome with a very C-esque angle. I had a blast working on this project with my friend and one of my favorite writers, Nicole! I hope you all enjoy the dual perspective of this series. 😜

Finnish translations (from Reddit and Google): vitun iso = fucking good perkele = shit murunen = little crumb (affectionate pet name, akin to 'sweet little thing') kultsi = honey or babe