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kaunis-sielu · 3 years

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Fire Dogs: End

The trip out to New York is uneventful. You sleep in the car occasionally but you do stop at a couple of hotels you never sleep super well. Besides there’s something about being in a car with your Alpha that just soothes you to sleep. You wake at one point and hear him talking softly on the phone.

“Nat, I don’t want a big party. It’s going to stress her out and she’s probably going to be close to a heat so I don’t want a ton of people around. Just you, Clint, Wanda, Carol and Jarvis.”

“Everyone is so excited though.”

“They’re going to have to wait. Her well-being is my first concern.”

“Steve,”

“Natasha.” He warns lowly and you hear her sigh.

“Fine. Fine. I’ve got a few places lined up for you to look at as well as a property so if building your own place is more appealing you can do that. I don’t know how sensitive your Omega’s nose is.”

“I doubt she does either. We’re about four hours out. Thanks for doing all of this Nat.”

“I’m glad you finally found someone worthy of you Alpha.” You don’t love that she calls him Alpha, so you take a deep breath so Steve knows that you’re awake.

“Thank you Natasha. See you soon.”

“Bye.” She says and Steve hangs up.

“How much did you hear?”

“Her call you Alpha.” You admit grumpily and he laughs softly.

“Are you a little jealous?” When you grumble in response he sobers up, “They all do that Omega, not just Natasha. It’s a respect thing.”

“It was jarring. You’re my Alpha.”

“I know, I’m sorry I should’ve warned you.” He soothes, his hand is warm on your thigh when he reaches over. You trace the back of his hand with one of your fingers.

“How close are we?”

“About 4 hours, you need to stop?”

“No, I was just curious. I’m nervous too, I’m meeting your pack.”

“You’re only meeting a couple today. The rest will trickle in when you’re ready, take as long as you need.”

“Okay, thank you.”

The rest of the ride is spent in comfortable conversation and singing along to the radio. He puts you at such ease that you forget to be anxious, at least until Steve pulls off of the freeway.

“Take a breath Honey, it’s going to be fine.” He promises and you cling to his hand as he drives for a couple more minutes then pulls up to a little house. “Let me know when you’re ready to go in.”

“Can, god this is so stupid, can you calm me?”

“Oh Honey I can absolutely do that. C’mere.” He mutters before kissing you softly, his hands cup your face and you feel the sense of calm wash over you. He pulls away from you then kisses along your jaw, before covering your mouth once more. “How do you feel Omega?” He murmurs softly and you hum lowly.

“Good.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, as I will ever be.” His calm makes you feel a little drowsy but it’s better than the panic you could be in. Steve gets out of the car and you follow him, Cooper waits patiently in the back to be let out. You take his leash and he walks calmly next to you, Steve meets you at the front of the car. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze,

“I don’t think anyone is here yet.” Sure enough when he unlocks the door the house is empty.

“Oh god it smells good in here.” You mutter softly, “Can I let Cooper wander?”

“It’s your house too now Honey. You don’t have to ask.” You unhook Cooper’s leash and he wanders around the living room. “You look good in here, you belong here.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Steve.” You tell him giving him a tight hug.

“Oh Honey.” He says gently before kissing your cheek. “Wanna see the house?” You nod and he leads you through the house showing you where things are. The doorbell rings and you tense up and the calm washes over you again as Steve presses a kiss to the side of your head. Cooper barks and you can’t help but smile at the familiarity of it all.

“Thanks Steve.” You follow him downstairs and when the door opens it’s just Sam and Bucky and a pretty blonde woman who you assume is Carol.

“Had to fight Becca to get her to stay home.” Bucky says with a punch to Steve’s arm, “thought she was gonna scream me to death when I told her ‘bout your Omega.” Carol gives you a kind smile as she follows Sam into the house, she smells like Oranges and chocolate.

“Wish she would’ve screamed you to death. Then we wouldn’t have to listen to your dumb ass anymore.” Sam says lowly.

“I see the two of you have had enough time together.” Carol says with a laugh, “Hi Fawn, I’m Carol. Sam’s much, much better half.” She doesn’t try to shake your hand or touch you in anyway which you appreciate.

“Hi, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for spoiling Sam, he says you’re one hell of a cook.” She says kindly, “We live right next door so when the boys are at work feel free to call if you need anything.” She puts a business card down on the end table then drops down onto Sam’s lap.

Next comes a young woman with auburn hair and a tall man with purple hair. Steve introduces them as Wanda, an Alpha and Viz, a Beta. They’re one of the newer pairs in Steve’s pack but it seems like everyone was just kind of waiting for it to happen. Wanda is a calm in the storm that is the three other Alpha’s currently wresting for control of the remote on your couch.

“Enough.” Steve growls at the three of them as their scents spike and you bury your face into his chest.

Natasha and Clint come next, Nat is the one that you’d heard on the phone earlier and when you see her that little possessiveness rears it’s head. She’s beautiful. “Omega.” Steve rumbles into your ear and you feel so silly for being jealous of her using his title.

“You didn’t do her justice Rogers.” She says giving you a kind smile, one you tightly return. She and Clint are both Betas, she’s more smoky smelling and he’s more earthy but both are pleasant. She calls Steve Alpha once but he quickly pulls her aside and after they talk quietly she doesn’t do it again. Overall the night is a success, and you go to bed happy.

The next day is spent looking at different houses they’re about thirty minutes outside of the city. The first neither of you is thrilled with, the second doesn’t have a yard for Cooper, the third is off a busy street and smells terrible but when you pull up to the plot of land it all clicks.

“Would you be mad if I said I wanted to build?” You ask Steve as you stand at the top of the hill the property is on. The view here is incredible overlooking a river and some woods below you.

“Not at all.” He assures you, a hand on the small of your back, “whatever it takes to make you happy.”

“It’s going to be so expensive.”

“That’s okay. I’m independently wealthy.” You stare up at him for a second to see if his kidding,

“I’m sorry what?”

“Old money. If you didn’t want to you’d never have to do another book again.”

“Why are you a firefighter?”

“I like serving the community, and I’m good at it.” You stare at him for a moment longer then look back out over the property.

“This feels right doesn’t it?”

“Yea Honey it does.” He agrees, so you sign some paperwork and buy the plot of land. You want to get building started before your heat hits and you smell like an Omega and you do so just in time. Apparently Clint runs a very successful construction firm so you get the layout of the house done in two days.

When you wake on the third day you know you’re in your heat. You wake up feeling just as tired as you did yesterday and everything smells so bad except Steve. He goes to get up and you whimper softly, and he freezes as you reach out to him.

“Honey are you in heat?”

“I think so. It’s been so long since I’ve had an actual heat.”

“Do you want to talk to one of our Omegas?”

“You actually have those?” He huffs out a chuckle.

“Yea, not many but we do. Becca is one.” A cramp hits and you gasp in surprise. Steve reaches for his phone and you grab onto his arm.

“No, I just need you Steve.”

“Omega are you sure?”

“Yes, please Steve. I wanted to be sure that without my suppressants you were still my Alpha. You are. Please.” He rolls so that he’s on top of you, his knees between yours an arm on either side of your head and his scent all around you. “You smell so good Steve.”

“So do you Omega.” He grumbles he’s about to kiss you when his phone rings. You both groan loudly before he rolls off of you and grabs it.

“What?” Someone on the other end talks, “No, my Omega is in heat.” He says before hanging up. The phone rings again before he even puts it down so he stalks to the window, opens it and throws the phone outside.

“You know there is such thing as a power button.”

“I was going to smash it so I feel like I should get some credit for my self control.” He says stalking back toward you. This time his mouth finds yours before he’s settled back over you, his dog tags hit your chest and you cling to them keeping him close to you. Steve kisses down your jaw to your pulse point then down to your scent gland.

“Do it.” You whisper, “please.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” You’ve never been more sure about anything in your life. You feel his breath on your scent gland and you take a slow breath, then he bites. The pain and pleasure are so overwhelming that you black out. When you come to Steve is still placing soft kisses to your face.

“Omega. You back?”

“That was- indescribable. Thank you Alpha.”

“Careful Honey or you’re going to trigger my rut and then I won’t be able to spoil you.”

“I don’t need to be spoiled.”

“Too damn bad Honey. You’re going to be for the rest of your life. Now, I’m gonna go make some breakfast Becca always said day two was the harder day so I want to make sure you’re up to strength.” He goes to get up but you’ve still got a grip on his dog tags. “Omega.”

“You don’t wanna? I mean I thought-“

“Oh Omega I want you, terribly, but I don’t want to wear you out for tomorrow. From what I remember day one is for lots of sleep and comfort, day two is for sex and day three is for more sleep and comfort. Do you want me to have Bucky come take Cooper?”

“Yea. But you’ll have to go get your phone.”

“Damn it.” He grumbles but he gets to his feet, grabs the shirt he was wearing before bed and passes it to you before getting a clean one for himself. You pull his shirt on and sigh happily brushing your fingers gently over his mark. Steve glances over at you and gives you a small smile then holds a hand out for yours. “Wanna come with me to the kitchen? I can kiss ya some more while we cook.” You nod and climb out of bed with a wide smile taking the hand he offers, you’ll gladly go wherever he goes for rest of your life.

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adminbryantsaki · 4 years

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Alpha! Werewolf! Aizawa x Female! Luna! Reader.

(A/N: I am here again with the Bnharem’s collab! This theme is sex worker. I hope you enjoy this version of everyone’s favorite sleepy teacher, Aizawa.)

(A Luna is an alpha that can conceive. A luna has a harder time at conceiving and is more submissive if in a relationship with an alpha. Lunas have ruts and heats. These ruts are not as aggressive as an Alphas and the heats are not as aggressive as an omega’s either the heat or the rut is when the Luna is more fertile. Lunas can be marked and give marks to both Alphas and Omegas.)

Word count 8,535.

Rating: 18+, minors dni

TW: Omegaverse, Breeding, Werewolf, cum inflation, strip club, pregnancy.

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It was late at night. You and your friend were walking home late after a party. The both of you had a bit too much to drink. An ad from the strip club caught the attention of your friend.

“Oooh! An ad for some sexy alpha men. Isn’t your heat rather close, Y/N?” You friend said a bit too loudly as they waved the ad in your face. You took the paper and stuffed it into your purse.

“Enough, F/N. Do you wish to get us followed?” You hissed and pushed your friend to your apartment building making it inside the complex before guiding your drunk friend up the stairs to the door of your apartment. Your friend had passed out on the way up so you had to prop her up while you fumbled for the key to your apartment. You let out a noise of relief when you finally found your key and unlocked the door to your apartment. You set your friend on the floor so you could grab a bucket for the morning. You dragged them to your small couch and pulled them onto the item of furniture. You pulled a blanket over them and went to your bedroom to change out of your own clothes. You sighed in relief when you took your bra off and chucked it onto the corner where your laundry basket was. You pulled off the scent blocking patches from the delicate skin of your neck and put them back into their packaging. You grabbed the small container of lotion you had and rubbed the serum into your skin. You hummed and got changed into your pjs. You looked over at your purse and saw the ad peeking out. You sighed and pulled the piece of paper out of the confines of your purse and stared at it.

‘Are you lonely? In need of a mate? Then pick from one of these fine Alphas courtesy of The Underground. Bring this ad for entry.’ The top line of the ad read. You looked down at the selection of alphas presented on the page. None of them really caught your interest. A few did look good but not what you would actually want as a mate. As you looked down the ad, you noticed all the typical over muscular apex alphas. One of them scared you with the flaming red hair and another weirded you out by having features similar to that of a killer whale. Your eyes settled on a dark-haired man that looked sleep deprived. He had a pair of wolf ears and slight stubble on his jawline. You couldn’t stop staring at the man. You read his description and found out that he was a werewolf. That you didn’t mind. He would be like a kind of guard dog along with being your mate. The idea of having an alpha werewolf as your mate made you blush hard. You set the ad down, crawled under your covers and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning you woke up to the sounds of your friend puking into the bucket. You sighed and pulled yourself up from your bed. Your senses seemed on overload. You checked your phone to see if your heat had started. It hadn’t yet. You let out a sigh of relief and got up to help your friend. You walked into the living room and saw your friend who was a beta so if your heat had started, they wouldn’t be affected by your scent. You sat next to them and held their hair back as they puked into the bucket. You rubbed your friend’s back as your mind wandered back to the ad you had perused the night before. You blushed a bit as you thought of the alpha werewolf. You shook it out of your head as you stood up to find a common cure that some distant relative of yours had told you would cure a hangover in a moment. You found it and put some into a mug to brew as a kind of tea for your friend. You turned your electric kettle on to boil some water. You stared off into space as the water boiled. The thought of what that alpha would look like up close and personal occupied your thoughts. Would he be completely covered in fur? Or only have the ears and tail? You also took note of the muscles that he had that were shown of him in the advertisement. You felt your face heat up as the kettle clicked off and you were taken from your mental fantasy to pour the water into the mug and carry the vessel to your hungover friend.

“Here you go.” You said quietly in a gentle and caring tone. Your friend groaned and looked up at you then at the mug.

“What is that?” They asked.

“Something that will help with your head. Trust me. It will be bitter but it will help.” You said as they received the mug from you and took a sip. Their face soured which made you chuckle.

“I gotta get changed and go to work. You can stay here for as long as you need until your hangover goes away.” You told your friend.

“Thank you. I’ll just finish this and go home. Thank you though.” They responded. You let them be as you went to go shower to get ready for the day.

Your friend was still on the couch by the time you had gotten out of the shower.

“Did you look over the ad, Y/n?” They called out. You glanced over at the paper that was laying on your nightstand.

“Yeah! I did. You might even be interested in some of them if you looked at it yourself.” You responded as your pulled on your shirt. You picked up the ad and walked out to the living room where your friend seemed a lot better than before.

“Here. Look at it. There’s a couple red heads and blondes that you might like.” You told them as you handed them the page.

“If you say so.” They said as they browsed the ad. You went back into your room to finish dressing yourself. You came out a few minutes later all dressed except for your shoes. You wanted to eat some food before you headed out the door. You grabbed a microwave breakfast burrito, unwrapped it, and put it into the microwave to heat up.

“Oooh! Some of the boys on here are kinda cute! We should go this Friday!” Your friend called to you from their seat on your couch.

“If you want to, I’m game for it… I do want a mate this time around.” You said as you stopped the microwave and pulled out your hot breakfast.

“Interesting. You know I can still help you if you want me to.” Your friend offered.

“I know… but I don’t wanna inconvenience you. You have an omega that you’ve had your eye on for a while. You should go for them. I’m not saying that you aren’t bad at what you do. I just prefer an alpha as a permanent mate.” You told you friend.

“I understand. There’s something about alphas that is just irresistible. I might hook up with one before I settle down with the omega. One of the beefy red heads looks interesting.” Your friend said as they eyed the ad again.

“Thank you. I’m glad we’re still on good terms.” You spoke. Your friend nodded and gathered their things and left with you as you went to work.

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Friday came sooner than you thought. You were getting all dressed up in your clubbing outfit. You were putting on your shapewear to slim down your hips, thighs, butt, and stomach. You slid on a simple black dress and went to go do your hair and makeup before your friend came to pick you up. You took your time applying the makeup to your face. Just enough to enhance your already natural beauty. You then curled your hair to have simple waves to accentuate your face. You just finished applying the final layer of hairspray when you heard knocking at your door.

“Just a moment! I will be right there!” You called from your bathroom. You adjusted your hair once more before walking to your door and opening it a bit to see who it was. It was your friend who was also dressed up. You closed the door again and unlocked it to let your friend in. They stepped in and closed the door behind them. You went to your room to grab your purse and the ad as you needed the page to enter the establishment. You pulled your shoes on then went to join your friend.

“You ready to finally get yourself an Alpha mate?” They asked. You smiled and nodded. They hooked arms with you and headed off to the club.

The pair of you turned the corner of the block that the club was in. You followed your friend down the alley where what seemed to be the bouncer was standing outside the door. He had silvery hair and what looked to be a permanent scowl on his face. The bouncer had a small tooth poking out from his bottom lip. His gaze looked over at the two of you.

“You two got the entrance requirement?” The bouncer asked. You nodded and reached inside your purse for the ad. The bouncer took the ad and looked at it.

“Alright. The both of you are in. Have fun you two.” The beefy man told the both of you and held the door open for the both of you. You entered and took in the environment of the neon lights, sensual music that came from the DJ in the corner, the smell of lust mixed with a heavy combination of several heat and rut scents clinging to the smog laden air made you feel dizzy; your head buzzing. You held onto your friend as the two of you were stopped by a dark blue haired woman with a low- cut dress and a high slit in her skirt that showed her fishnet stockings. The scent that came from her made your body feel heavy and your eyelids grow heavy.

“Hello, I am the owner of this fine establishment, you may call me Midnight. How may I help the both of you?” The woman introduced herself.

“My friend here is looking for an Alpha. I myself wish to hook up with one of your Alphas as well but not permanently.” Your friend spoke for the both of you since your head was clouded with taking in all the new sounds, smells, and sights that had invaded your senses. Your eyes wandered over your surroundings as you took the new environment in. You saw the Alphas that were shown in the advertisement. Along with some other faces that weren’t shown. You saw the other guy that had caught your interest in the back corner behind his turntables, monitoring speaker, and mixer. You scanned the room to see if you could find the werewolf that had piqued your interest and caused a fire to light in the lower part of your stomach. You searched the room in anticipation to see his face and take in his scent. You couldn’t seem to find him among all the other alphas there in the main room. Your mind went to the worse case and thought that he already had a customer for the evening. This idea saddened you a bit and you stared at the ground.

“That is excellent. I will need for you to write down your secondary gender to help with our ratings. After you have done that, feel free to look through our selection of Alphas and other dynamics.” Midnight requested of the two of you. You looked up and the both of you write down your specific dynamics. The both of you then handed your cards to the woman. Midnight looked over what the two of you had written and when she read yours, her eyebrow raised. She gave a book of the still available workers to your friend and she told you to go wait in the bar for her. You did as you were told and went to the bar.

The host that was seating people asked you if you were waiting for anyone. You said that Midnight had told you to come here and they guided you to a back corner seat and had you sit there. They took your order and went off to make your drink. You looked over to where your friend was being guided by Midnight to the tall, beefy redhead with flames all over his body. You chuckled to yourself as your friend had picked out the same red head that they were gushing about earlier that week. You watched as Midnight introduced your friend to the red head and he stood up to his full height and introduced himself. You watched as someone delivered your drink to you the sheer size of the man and how he dwarfed your friend. Midnight left the two be and headed in your direction. You watched the man lead your friend into a private room. Midnight slipped into the seat across from you with her own drink.

“We don’t usually get Lunas coming here looking for an Alpha. They usually want Omegas. What brings you here, Y/N? Other than an Alpha to help you with your heat?” She asked as she sipped her drink.

“I want a mate. I want a partner to keep me company and to treat me right and not like some creature that is only meant to take care of the house and bend over when they want to rut into me then expect me to raise his litter on my own.” You told her. She smiled at you.

“I know exactly the Alpha for you.” She said and stood up. She held out her arm for you. You stood up and took her arm so she could guide your head riddled brain up the spiral staircase and to the quieter part of the apartments of the club.

“Who is this Alpha you are taking me to?” You asked as the environment and mood changed to one that caused a chill to run down your spine. You could smell a difference in the air as the scent changed from citrusy, warm, and spicy to cool, crisp, and relaxing. The scent was similar to that of waking up in a log cabin deep in the woods just after a night where the snow fell hard the night before and your partner had made a fresh pot of coffee and had brought you a cup. You hummed and closed your eyes to take in his scent. Midnight paused with you to let you take in the new scent. You opened your eyes and looked to her.

“What else do I need to know about him?” You asked as you had let his scent envelop you.

“He’s a werewolf, sweetheart.” The woman told you. Your eyes widened and you tensed up.

“Relax, he won’t bite you, much.” She told you as she stood by the door. You walked over to the door and stood in front of it.

“The both of you will have to establish a safe word. He won’t mate with you until you give him consent. He is actually quite the gentleman once you get to know him. Shouta will take care of you and your heat, he has been looking for a mate himself for a while now. You could possibly be the lucky one.” Midnight said as she opened the door for you. You took a deep breath and stepped inside the room. You looked around the room to take in your surroundings and look for your Alpha. He was nowhere to be seen. You heard the door close and lock behind you and a presence that set the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“So, what did you come here for? Just another omega who can’t handle their heat? How pathetic.” You heard a deep, gravelly voice rumble from behind you. You turned around to face him even though you could barely see his form from where you stood in the dim lighting of his apartment. The man stood before you shirtless and wearing a rather tight pair of sweatpants that showed his already erect member. You panted a bit and spoke up.

“I’m not some typical needy omega! I am a Luna that is looking for a mate. The owner of this establishment thought that you and I would be a good match up.” You told him in a slightly raised tone. He pushed off the wall that he was leaning on and looked at you from the shadows. He slowly walked to you and held your jaw in his hand.

“You think you’re so tough because of your dynamic, huh? Still pathetic. Why would Midnight pair you with me?” He asked as a strong wave scent of rain-soaked pine filled your nostrils and knocked you onto your butt. He smirked and walked over to his nest.

“Tell me why I should even consider taking you as a mate.” He said as he laid down and watched you.

“I don’t just want a one-night fling, I want a permanent partner. One that will care for me and treat me like a human being and not just some breeder to crank out litters.” You told him. This caught his interest and made him look at you.

“Come here then, Little Luna.” He told you and made room for you in his nest. You obeyed and did as you were told and sat outside the nest. The werewolf looked at you and flicked his fluffy ebony tail at you. Shouta watched your chest rise and fall with your labored breaths as your heat slowly invaded your body, making you get hot and needy. You were doing your best to keep your scent to yourself. You huffed as your neck felt sore as you wanted to let your scent loose and fill the room with your heat scent. Shouta noticed the frown knitted into your brow. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear.

“Let it out, kitten, I want to smell you. No other alphas will come in here. They know not to mess with me.” He told you. He hovered over your neck where you could feel his warm breath on your sensitive skin. You finally released your scent and the werewolf took it all in. He buried his nose into your neck and growled in your ear which made your heat become more wet with slick. The werewolf wanted to sink his teeth into your neck and make you his and his alone. He pulled away and sat back in his nest and stared at you.

“Why don’t you come in here with me, kitten?” He purred and encouraged you to come into his nest that seemed to be lined with a sleeping bag. You climbed in and melted into the soft fabric that was the inside of the sleeping bag. The man put a hand on your back and hummed as he rubbed your back.

“How long have you been holding your scent in? Your doctor should’ve told you that’s dangerous.” Shouta told you as he rubbed your back and looked down at your heat-ridden form.

“About a week.” You said just loud enough so he could hear you. He sighed and laid down next to you.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked as he stroked your cheek. You nodded and looked at him.

“Tell me your name, Little Luna. You probably know mine already from the ad.” He said as he stroked your hair out of your face.

“Yours is Shouta Aizawa. Mines Y/N.” You told him. The werewolf smirked and propped himself up on an elbow.

“Such a pretty name.” Shouta spoke. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Everything about him drove you crazy as you resisted the urge to take him as your mate and get it over with.

“I know you said that you don’t want to just be some, thing to be bred but I know you’re in heat just by how strong your scent is. I’m willing to be your mate. Midnight was right. You are perfect for me. As for your heat though, you have no idea how much I want to fill you with my seed over and over until your womb is heavy with my litter.” The werewolf confessed as his voice began to hint with that lust filled tone that you had heard from previous alphas that had courted you in the past. You began to stare at the wall.

“Hey. Eyes back down here, Y/N. I know that you don’t want to be an incubator 24/7. I don’t expect that. But I know that you want me to claim you right here and now and stuff that wet hole of yours full of my seed? How does that sound, Little Luna?” He asked as he kept eye contact with you. You were blushing redder than a beet when you looked at him. You nodded in agreement and he proceeded to move onto his hands and knees. He hovered over you and was so close that you wanted to pull him into a deep and passionate kiss but you stopped yourself.

“Before we begin, what should our safe word be?” He asked as he moved close to your neck and wanted to bite a deep bruise on the tender flesh of your skin.

“How does moonlight sound?” You suggested as his scent flooded your senses.

“A little tacky but it will do.” Shouta chuckled as he hovered closer to your neck.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a permanent mate by the lack of a mark on your neck.” He said as he put a gentle kiss on your collar bone. You held back a moan and spoke.

“No, I haven’t. Please, just mark me already.” You practically begged for him.

“Then tell me what you want me to do to you, Little Luna~.” He said as he put another kiss down on your chest right above your breasts. Shouta pulled away and looked up at you.

“Go on and tell me.” He encouraged you. You sat up and looked him in the eyes.

“I want to have your litter so badly. Please. I beg of you, fill me with your seed. Fuck me until I’m sore and can’t move anymore. I want you to be mine and mine alone, Shouta.” You told him as you cupped his face and gave him a genuine pleading look. You looked so cute to him as he looked back into your eyes and saw the honesty in what you had said.

“If we are gonna do this then you should know that there is no going back. Once we are mated, then we are mated for life.” He told you as he ran a hand up your thigh. You looked back at him and nodded. The thought of a werewolf as your mate made you push out more slick that now coated your thighs. The werewolf smirked and kissed you before moving to your neck. He kissed and licked the area around the area he was gonna mark you with to put you on edge. You huffed and whimpered out as you wanted his knot to fill your empty hole. Shouta looked to you when you let out a whimper.

“Should we call you kitten instead of little Luna?” He teased you. You huffed and moved to turn away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going, kitten? We need to get you out of that pesky dress of yours~.” He told you and helped you sit up. He undid the zipper on your dress then slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders. He leaned to your left side and bit down on your soft flesh and sucked a pretty bruise into your neck before leaving.

“You’re mine now. Mine and mine alone, Kitten.” He told you before kissing all over your neck and licking blood from the mark. He pulled away from you slowly and kissed your cheek.

“Yes. I’m yours, Alpha.” You responded. He smiled and kissed you. He pulled the rest of your dress off your body and chucked the garment to the far corner of the room. You looked sadly at the discarded garment as you worried that you wouldn’t get it back.

“Don’t worry, kitten. You’ll get it back when we’re done.” His eyes flicked down to your waist as he noticed the shapewear on you and smirked.

“What makes you need to wear something like this?” He asked as he ran a thumb over the band that lay just below your chest. He looked up at you to see you blush and look away from him. He gripped your face and made you look at him.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me.” He asked.

“I wear the shapewear because my lower half is too big.” You told him. He moved down to rest his head on your stomach.

“I want to see.” He told you as he looked up at you with his deep brown eyes and you melted. You stood up with his help and slowly pulled the constricting fabric down off your body until you were only standing there in your underwear and bra. His eyes widened and he leaned back.

“I don’t see anything wrong with your body.” He said as he pulled you down into his lap and against his warm and partially fuzzy chest. He looked down at you.

“Look at me, kitten.” He told you in the same commanding tone as earlier. You obeyed and looked up at him. He held a crooked finger under your chin as he looked at you in the eyes.

“You are beautiful just the way you are. There is nothing I would change. But I do have to say, I do appreciate your thick ass.” He told you with a smirk. You blushed and hid your face in the crook of his neck to take in his scent. He chuckled and slid his hands down to grip your butt. He grinned and slid a hand up your back to caress your hair and take in the scent of your shampoo. He hummed and kissed your head. He slid his hand back down to your butt.

“You’re so soft, I like it.” He told you as he let his fingers sink into the soft flesh of your hips. He guided you to lay down in the nest and look up at him.

“Remind me again what you wanted from me?” He asked as he looked down at you and gave you kisses all over your neck and torso.

“I want your litter. I want it so badly.” You reminded him. He nudged your legs to spread them open so he could lay down between your legs and rested his head on your stomach.

“Just how badly do you want this?” He asked as he traced patterns on your side. You huffed as you were growing impatient as you felt your heat grow more and more unbearable as you snuck a hand down to give yourself some release.

“What do you think you’re doing? Did you think you could sneak a hand down there and fuck yourself when you clearly came here to get claimed, fucked, and bred full of a litter? I don’t think so.” He scolded you gently. He then arose from the nest and went to another part of his room to retrieve something that you couldn’t see. You rolled over onto your stomach and watched him come back with a long piece of grey fabric. You blushed as he stared down at you with the fabric looped in his hand.

” For being such a naughty kitten, you are going to get your wrists bound.” He said as he knelt down and bound your wrists together. He didn’t pull tightly, just loosely bound them so you couldn’t move them easily then put your arms above your head. He then climbed back into the nest and hovered over your body, situating your wrists so you couldn’t move them. You stared at his bare chest and gulped down the lump of anticipation that had formed in your throat. Once your wrists were secured in the wall of the nest, he looked at you and smirked. He spread your legs back open and slid between them. He folded your legs up so they almost touched your chest. You blushed harder as he stared at your slick hole. He moved down to kiss and nip at the soft flesh of your thick thighs.

“So soft and cuddly. I could use your thighs as a pillow for when I take a nap.” Shouta said as he pressed his cheek to your thigh and kissed it. He kissed his way down to your entrance and attached his mouth to your hole and began to kiss and suck the slick off your lower area. You moaned out, shut your eyes closed, moved your hips against his mouth. He looked up at you and smacked your butt.

“Look at me, kitten. Keep eye contact with me the whole time.” He told you and made eye contact with you. He growled against your folds which made you squirm in his grip. He chuckled and sucked you more. You leaked more slick and he swallowed every drop you would give him. You felt your head buzzing as he gave you so much stimulation that you could barely handle it. Shouta pulled away to grab the bottle of lube he had stored around the outside edges of the nest. He applied some to your hole and shifted up to put you into a mating press. He pulled his sweats down a bit and pulled his massive cock out to apply some lube and slide his member into you gently so you could adjust to his size. You moaned and desperately moved your hips to give yourself some friction. But the werewolf wouldn’t have it. He growled and spanked your supple ass again. He gripped your hips and held them in place.

“Did you want to do all the work? I can get you a dildo instead.” He said as he began to pull out. You whined and shook your head no. He pushed his girth back inside and made you wait a little longer.

“Don’t be impatient or I’ll get you kicked out, you got that?” He told you in a firm tone. You nodded.

“I’ll behave. I will. Just please breed me!” You cried out. He smirked and began to thrust slowly in and out of you. You moaned and gripped the blanket above you as his knot stretched you so nicely. He quickened his pace and sucked a mark onto your thigh. This caused you to moan out and let your scent pour out from your glands to fill the room. Shouta took in your scent which made him drive deeper into you.

“I’m gonna fill you up good, kitten. Make you so full that cum drips out of your hole~.” He told you as he pounded into you. You nodded in agreement. You had waited so long to carry a litter. You were happy that you finally would be able to after so long. You were in pure bliss as your werewolf mate pound your dripping hole. He grunted in your ear as he whispered things into your ear that made the knot in your lower stomach grow bigger until it was threatening to snap. You whimpered and told him you were close. He nodded and the both of you released. He pulled out and got you some water. He held your head up and made sure you drank. When you were finished with the water, he looked at you.

“Do you need anything else before we go another round, little Luna?” He asked of you while he had a smirk on his face. You were still blushing hard and shook your head no.

You wanted to be leaving here with a stomach rounded out from being stuffed with cum and having your hole dripping with his seed. He lined up with your hole before sliding in. He looked to you to make sure you were ok before thrusting. He gave you his knot this time to give you a higher chance of getting pregnant. You had released sooner than you thought you would. You could feel the hot spray of his seed in your womb as he released. He didn’t pull out and instead he kissed you again as he began to thrust more as he was determined to give you his litter. About an hour or so passed before the both of you were spent and he finally pulled out, put his member back in his pants, and laid next to you. He turned to face you and intertwined his fingers with yours. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at your cum-filled stomach and put a hand on it as he kissed your head.

“Go use the bathroom love. Is there anything else you want?” He asked as you sat up and discovered just how sore your hole was.

“C-can you help me to the bathroom? My legs feel like jelly.” You asked him. He nodded and stood up. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He set you on the toilet and left you to do your business and he went through his drawers and pulled out one of his shirts and pulled out a pair of fresh underwear provided by Midnight for the customers. He walked back to the bathroom door, knocked a couple times and opened the door a bit.

“You can wear these for now.” He said as he handed the clothes to you and closed the door again. You got changed and finished using the bathroom. You called for him to come in. Shouta was waiting there so he could scoop you up in his arms and carry you back to the nest. You held onto him and he held you close. While you were in the bathroom, he had added a couple pillows, a heating pad, and some more water bottles to the nest and the surrounding area. He then set you down in the nest and sat outside the nest looking in on you.

“T-Thank you, Shouta.” You said as you put the heating pad on your lower back.

“I’d do anything for you.” He told you as he kissed your head and wagged his tail a bit.

“Can you get some food for us? I’m hungry.” You told him. He nodded and got back up again.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“I’d like F/F.” You requested. He nodded and pulled a shirt on before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. This left you to get comfortable in the nest and doze off a bit before he came back. Your mate soon returned with your favorite food and something for himself to eat. He set your food in the nest next to you before he leaned in and brushed a few strands of hair from your face. He kissed your forehead which made you scrunch your face a bit and wake up.

“Have a nice nap, kitten?” He asked as you noticed the bag with your favorite food inside.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep but I was so tired after we mated.” You told him while eating your food.

“I did you put you through the ringer earlier. You can stay until morning. Now that I have a mate, I need to move out. I want to stay loyal to you. Even more so if you’re gonna have a litter.” He said as he ate his food.

“I have a small apartment that we can share.” You told him. He smiled a bit.

“I don’t have much. Just what’s here in this room.” He responded.

“I can help you pack up tomorrow. I live down the block.” You said smiling.

“We can have some of the other guys help carry my stuff to your apartment.” He told you. You nodded and smiled. Shouta took the to-go containers and put it outside his room. He then walked back to where you were in the nest and laid next to you.

“Thank you.” You told him. The look on Shouta’s face was that of a puppy wanting to climb into bed with you. You smiled and put your fingers into his ebony locks and stroked one of his wolf ears that poked out of his head.

“Get in here. Just be careful, I’m still sore down there.” You told him. His face lit up and he climbed into the nest and laid behind you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you gently into his embrace. You couldn’t be happier than you were right now. You had a mate and a very large possibility of a litter on the way. Shouta had his hand over your swollen stomach and was kissing your neck and ear. He was happy too.

“Thank you for being my mate, kitten. I’m happy you asked me to be your alpha. I will help you through each and every heat that you have if you’ll let me.” He told you and slid a hand up your shirt. You blushed and pressed into him. He smirked and cuddled you.

“You just rest now. You’re gonna be growing a litter here soon, Kitten.” He told you. You closed your eyes and dozed off in his arms. He kept you close all through the night as there were others going to their rooms with people that had come in earlier that evening. You woke up a little bit and flipped over so you were facing Shouta. You nuzzled into his chest and he woke up too.

“What’s wrong kitten?” He asked quietly.

“Others are making noise.” You responded as you blinked up at him.

“That’s normal here.” He chuckled. You blushed and hid your face. He looked down at you.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you come under my shirt to keep you warm? How does that sound?” Shouta suggested. You liked the idea and with his help he lifted the hem of his shirt and slid under his shirt. You hummed and nuzzled his chest. He stroked the back of your head as you pressed your face into his chest and dozed back to sleep. He pulled the sleeping bag around you two and zipped it up before he fell back asleep.

Morning came and you woke up sleepily. You looked up to see Shouta looking down at your sleeping form.

“Morning kitten, did you sleep ok?” He asked.

“Yeah. After I got under your shirt, I zonked out quickly.” You said giggling.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked.

“Are you allowed to do that still? Even now that I’m your mate?” You asked as you didn’t want him to get in trouble.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll tell Midnight what happened last night and she will have some of the other guys come up when we’re ready to go.” He reassured you as he unzipped the sleeping bag. You whined as you didn’t want to leave the warmth that he gave you.

“You can cuddle me more once we’re settled in your apartment, ok kitten?” He said looking down at you then helping you leave his shirt which was now stretched out. He stood up and let you be wrapped up in the sleeping bag. He knelt down and kissed your head before he left to get food. He stopped at the door.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“Pancakes with chocolate chips?” You asked cutely.

“Anything for you, kitten.” He told you before leaving. You rolled over and snuggled back into the sleeping bag to rest your eyes more before you had to get up. A few minutes later, Shouta came up with some pancakes for the both of you.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up. Your breakfast is here.” He told you teasingly and licked your cheek. You opened your eyes.

“All I see is you~.” You said while blushing hard.

“Do you want me for breakfast too, kitten?” He asked as he leaned closer to you and kissed you. He lured you out of the sleeping bag and into the cold air.

“I know you don’t like the cold but the warm and fluffy pancakes that are dripping with syrup and waiting to be devoured by a rather ravenous kitten~.” He mused as he teased you with the pancake. You reached over to take a bite but he pulled it just out of reach. You whined and retreated back into the nest. He tore off a bit of the fluffy breakfast item and held it in his mouth. He made a come here gesture with his finger and you obeyed and he prodded your mouth with the pancake which you gladly ate from his mouth and then kissed him. You hummed and climbed into his lap. He tore off another piece and fed you bit by bit until the first pancake was gone. There was two more in one of the containers. He looked at the pancakes then at you.

“We have some time before Midnight kicks the customers out. Why don’t we have some fun~.” He told you as a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. You smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Where do you want me?” You asked.

“Lay down for me, Y/N.” He instructed of you. You laid down and looked kept eye contact with him. He smirked and pushed the shirt up past your stomach.

“Still so pretty~. “He told you. He reached over to one of the pancakes and ripped it in half. He then tore up each of the halves into smaller pieces and trailed them up your legs. He took the extra maple syrup and trailed it up and down your legs. He sat back and admired the pretty picture in front of him. You blushed hard and nodded to give him approval to start. He laid down and started at your ankles. He licked the syrup that had dripped down and almost onto the floor. He sucked a bit and licked up to the piece of pancake and he ate it before kissing your shin. He licked up to the knee and ate the piece of pancake that was there before going up to the rest of the chunks of pancake that were on your thigh. He reached your hip and sucked a mark into the soft flesh of your hip before moving back down, starting at the ankle of your other leg. Shouta copied the same process with your other leg until he was panting over your lower area.

“Now, for my meal~.” He hummed and went down on you.

He had finished just as there was banging on his door.

“Hey Shouta! You gotta wrap it up in there. Midnight wants the customers out in ten!” A loud voice called from the other side of the door. Shouta groaned and pulled away from you.

“Go put a pair of my shorts on and follow me. I’ll carry you down to Midnight and tell her that you’re my mate.” He said as he helped you up to your feet and helped you to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of black shorts and helped you into them.

“There you go. Do you think you can walk?” He asked you. You shook you head no and he picked you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He kissed your cheek and carried you down to the main room which looked completely different than how it was the night before. You peeked out from under your hair and saw some of the others. You searched for your friend that should’ve been next to the fiery red head. He saw you and spoke.

“I sent your friend home when we were done. They should be fine.” He said and you relaxed. Shouta sat down with you in his lap next to a long-haired blonde that had the same voice as earlier. You recognized him as the DJ from last night. You hid your face in the crook of your mate’s neck as Midnight approached them all. She sat down and addressed them about what happened last night and reminded them some of the rules. Shouta held you tightly as she reminded the group about having the customers leaving before morning. Midnight’s eyes darted to Shouta and she smiled.

“I see that you finally found yourself a mate. You remember the terms that we decided on, right?” She asked. He nodded.

“I need help with moving my stuff into Y/N’s apartment down the street.” He asked. A couple of the beefier men including the orca looking guy pitched in to help.

“When we’re done here the boys can help you.” Midnight said. A few of the other alphas in the room congratulated you and Shouta. You blushed and hid your face in Shouta’s chest.

“I’m gonna go back up and get my stuff sorted.” Shouta told the group as he stood up and went back to his room. He set you down in the nest before going about his room and sorting the small amount he had. The loud blonde came up with some empty boxes and helped his friend pack his clothes and bedding. He walked back over to the nest and checked in on you a few times before he had to take the nest apart and leave you with the sleeping bag. When everything was packed, Shouta’s friend went down and came back with the bouncer from the night before and a new person that also had blonde hair. They helped carry the boxes and a couple pieces of furniture downstairs and out of the establishment. Shouta carried you in his sleeping bag after the other men. You led them to your apartment down the street and helped them inside. You instructed them where to put the boxes and furniture. They left soon after, leaving the two of you alone. He set you down on your bed and kissed you.

“Your place looks nice. I’ll go unpack. You rest, kitten.” He said as he kissed your head and left the room to go unpack. He dragged a box into your room where his dresser was and sorted the clothes back into the drawers as you slept. He wanted to stay close to you even now. He felt like he had to protect you. He could sense that you were pregnant even though you didn’t believe him. He finished sorting his clothes and went to the box of his bedding and made a nest around you. He slid in and held you close to his chest. He dozed off, now feeling safe in his new home and next to his new mate that he loved so dearly.

Two weeks went by and you adjusted to your new life with your mate. You didn’t feel top notch though. You had nausea and fatigue. You didn’t want to move from the nest as the slightest movement would make you want to run to the bathroom and puke out your guts. You had developed the oddest cravings. One of your cravings was pickle juice as a brine for raw meat that you were craving. You also couldn’t seem to get enough pineapple juice, Gatorade, and milk. The smell of fish made you want to puke. Shouta was willing to get up at early hours when you would wake him when you had an intense craving for whatever you were craving that week. One afternoon, You, were sitting on the couch and devouring a tray of chicken nuggets with mac and cheese as Shouta came over and sat down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N? I wanna talk to you about something.” He told you.

“What is it?” You asked as you ate. He looked at you with concern and spoke.

“Remember about two weeks ago when we met?” He asked you. You blushed and nodded.

“I think with all your recent cravings and nausea, I believe you’re pregnant.” He said smiling a bit.

“You really think so?” You asked as you finished your ramen and set the plate on the coffee table.

“Yes, I do. I went out and got a pregnancy test when I got the ice cream you requested.” He told you.

“Ok. Where is it?” You asked.

“On the bathroom counter.” He told you. You got up with some help and went to the bathroom to take the test. Shouta stood as well and took your plate into the kitchen to wash it. You came out a few minutes later and showed him the positive test. He picked you up and held you close. The both of you were happy and excited. Shouta kissed you and knelt down to your stomach that was showing the slightest bit. He kissed your stomach and hugged you.

“Thank you, Y/n. I am very happy. You have helped me with that. I love you so much.” He told you and kissed you again.

“I will go set up a doctor’s appointment for later this week.” You spoke. He nodded and told you that he wanted to go with you to the appointments. You set up an appointment and he made a special dinner for the both of you to celebrate. He pulled you close when you had finished setting up the appointment and held you close to his chest.

“C’mon. I made us dinner.” He said and led you to the bedroom where a pizza was laid out on the bed. He had redone the nest and climbed in. He helped you in and he shared a pizza with you. The two of you spent the rest of the evening dreaming of the future and what it would hold for the both of you.

The end.

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ANON THIS WAS SO FUN. Oh my gosh thank you so much for requesting this 😭

bites like bittersweet | reader x minho |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: that good good smut

Tags: aphrodisiac au, switch!minho, switch!reader, mentions of food, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (stay safe!), degredation, pet names, dirty talk, accidental exhibitionism

Word count: 2.4k

“are you kidding me? I can’t believe that you actually spent money on this!! aren’t you just a tiny bit embarrassed?”

“what? I thought that it would be fun to try!”

“if this is your way of seducing me, I hate to tell you, but it isn’t going to work.”

minho threw the chocolate bars back down on the coffee table. he was right; they looked fake and you knew it. the giant logo on the front stared up at you and your skeptical friend. it was an obscenely large kiss mark with different icons of couples fucking for each flavor. you really should have had better judgement. right in front of you was $36 dollars that you would never be getting back.

“and you had to get all the flavors?”

your defeated arms rang themselves above your head. “what?? I wasn’t going to pass up mint, salted caramel and...what’s this called...yeah, cherri amore!”

“and why is it again that you’re asking me to try these--” minho snatched up the flavor Salted Caramelicious in Milk Chocolate to read the label. “--proven aphrodisiac and libido boosters?”

“I dunno!! you were the only one around I guess...?”

minho flicked up one of his eyebrows in his suspicion. “really? that’s why? I don’t believe you. you’re trying to get in my pants aren’t you?!”

“no! Why the hell would I want to get in your pants?”

“hmmm...dare I bring up the locker room incident from a couple summers ago?” sly as ever, minho punched your arm lightly. “i bet that you’ve been dreaming about it ever since then.”

“-have not!! you’re ridiculous.” you gifted him a punch back, but this one wasn’t nearly as joking.

minho rubbed at his arm with a dramatic little “ow” on his lips.

“I’m bored, you don’t have anything else to do, it’s probably a scam and I don’t feel like wasting my $36.”

for a moment, minho pondered in silence as you dished him out your best puppy-dog eyes. in all your years of friendship, there was nothing that did him in better than the way you could make your eyes glisten. “that should be illegal” he would gripe.

“Pleeeese?? ~I know that you like mint chocolate~” you waved the bar gratuitously in front of his nose.

“fine.” he clawed it from your grasp. “i’m sure that it’s gonna be shitty chocolate anyway.” minho’s fingers hastily tore at the little foil edges and wrappings then cracked it in his hand.

you teased him, “should I get us some wine to go with this chocolate?”

minho scoffed and popped a couple chunks in his mouth. “fuck, this is so waxy. I hate you for this.”

~💋~

to your right, your wall clock ticked on as late as it was into the night. you hadn’t expected yourself to get so sleepy, but you and minho had made up the couch into your usual mess of pillows and blankets that would often accompany movie nights. after a while, the two of you had decided to just let netflix autoplay each episode, not really caring that you weren’t quite watching anymore.

“--you feeling anything?” you asked minho for the hundredth time.

“...no; its same answer from the last fifty times that you asked me. like I said, it’s a scam. you were swindled. just admit it.”

“...I don’t think I’m feeling anything either.”

“we ate the shitty chocolate, and that was that.” minho huffed. “god, you owe me big time.”

“isn’t it supposed to take a second to kick in...? isn’t that how these things work?”

“hell if I know.”

your friend sighed out the same unimpressed sigh he had been repeating for the last 45 minutes or so. he sat up a little straighter upon his realization.

“wait...so you’re saying that you want me to get turned on???”

“ah-no!!! don’t misunderstand!! it’s not that I want you to get turned on, i just want to know if it’s a scam or not. you know...for science?”

“for science? since when was science a part of all this?”

“i-it always was!”

“let’s just...finish watching this episode or two and then you’re leaving, got it?

you nodded, “got it!”

around your shoulder, minho snaked his arm to rest it gently, leaning you into him just a little. this place had always been your favorite spot. nuzzled into him like this, you could nearly hear his heartbeat in his chest. with the tv droning and the muffled “boom-boom” of his heart, you were drawn to sleep with ease, however, as you drifted, there was something different about the pace in which his heart would usually beat close to you.

~💋~

at first, you were woken by the sound of explosions. in the time that minho had promised, “this episode or two,” netflix had already made it’s way to playing a movie. strangely enough, minho hadn’t bothered changing it; it was his least favorite kind: the kind with car chases and missiles and the end of the world.

secondly, you were awoken by his voice, urgent and shallow.

“hey. hey. get up. y/n, get your heavy-ass head off me.”

“wha-what is it? what time is it? what is this?” you rubbed your blurry vision away with your palms.

“I...” minho choked down a thick gulp. “I-I think that I’m feeling...something...”

“what?!” your head snapped to look him in his terrified widened eyes. normally he would make fun of the rat’s nest on your head, but this time, his eyes remained unmoving.

mortified, minho uttered out again, “I feel...something...”

“something what? spit it out!!”

“don’t you dare look but...oh god...” your friend choked in an inhale.

he didn’t need to finish his sentence before your eyes had drifted down to where the spiderman themed blanket covered his lap. sure enough, he tented the fabric in the most obvious way.

“shit-this is so embarrassing.” minho steadied his breaths then winced “it kinda...hurts.”

this time, your eyes widened. “hurts?”

“yeah it does, okay???? don’t fucking rub it in.”

you found yourself getting defensive, “well what the hell do we do now???”

“I don’t know!!!” minho yelled into the dark room incredulously.

“can’t you just...I don’t know...jerk it away??? ”

“right here???”

“NO like in the bathroom or something I mean!!!”

“greaaat, you broke my dick!! and you’re being of no help at all!”

“well what would you have be do then huh? suck it off for ya right here and now?? would that be sooooo helpful to you??”

in your frustration, you tore spiderman off of his lap, then there it was: in its full glory.

yes, the locker room incident had lingered on your mind from time to time but.. you certainly didn’t remember it looking like that.

in your whole life, you never would have guessed that the thought, “thank-you-god for-blessing-us-with-the-invention of-grey-sweatpants” would grace your stream of consciousness but...here you were.

“m-minho...I-I think that it’s effecting me too.” your eyes ogled his member: lusciously thick and long, practically fighting the pants that kept it in. it bulged in his pants gorgeously and he had even wet himself a little from his leaking pre-cum.

“Huh!?”

“wow.” you marveled.

you really don’t know why you had done it, but suddenly the entire room felt much hotter, and taking off your shirt made much more sense so, you did.

“what the hell are you doing?!” minho attempted to pull up a blanket to cover your chest.

“does it really hurt?” something must have possessed you: your voice had dropped several octaves and you felt yourself breathing out the words with air.

as soon as he had heard your voice change, it was like he was enchanted. “A-a little. ‘feels really...trapped.” minho ate up the way that your eyes raked over his hard-on.

“oooh does it?” you used your index and ring finger to walk your hand over to his thigh where you then grabbed at him in starving handfuls. his muscles felt so beautiful in your hands.

minho whimpered out the whiniest, most desperate little sound that he could manage as his closed eyelids fluttered. there was no way in this world that you could ever imagine him making such a noise, especially from your touch.

yeah, you might have dreamt about it a couple times or more.

your hand tranced the outline of his dick on his pants.

“oh-shit--” minho keened under your touch, jerking his body viciously.

“god, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re hard.” the words left your lips unapologetically and by seeing the way that minho practically melted from the compliment, you felt your whole body swell with that same aching pain.

“--tou-touch--”

your hand gave minho’s cock one good hard squeeze and he grunted out so loudly that you were fearful it could have been heard from the next apartment over. shaky breaths trembled from his lips and he rutted into your hand.

“‘hurts so, so bad.”

you almost missed it, but single tears fell from both of his eyes.

“what do you want me to do about it?”

exasperated, minho threw his head into the crook of your neck, panting, “an-anything. but--I-want your mouth. please...”

“of course.” you cooed, then snuck your hand under the elastic of his pants, getting another squeeze in. his eyes had glared at your lips long enough, so you decided to grant them their wish. you practically threw your whole weight into him, knocking both of your balances away as you rushed your lips into his. both of your mouths were hot and insatiable: your sloppy kisses were an utter mess: and you had never used so much tongue before in your life. wet kissing sounds filled the space between you both and tangled up with your shameless moans.

in your own pants, the situation wasn’t much different, but your desire to utterly destroy your needy friend was overwhelming and you could ignore it for a couple seconds more.

minho rose his hips for you pull his briefs and pants off, then sat back down to display his cock, red, veiny and dripping. your mouth salivated just thinking about how amazing it would feel in your mouth.

your friend didn’t give you much time to think before he had pulled your head nearer to him, then tapped his tip on your lips.

“shouldn’t I tease you first? whatever happened to foreplay?” you licked his length up and down.

“just--I don't care about that, I’m ready now,--fucking--please, please, I’m begging you to take me in your mouth.

“~ahhhh~ you’re so cute when you beg.”

minho’s full length was nearly too much for you to handle, but regardless, you swallowed him down using every ounce of your skill. the way that he moaned for you sounded so pathetic and needy, but he only pushed your head down farther.

“my little cockslut” minho gasped, “taking me in so good with that pretty mouth of yours...you’re so amazing, it’s so...mmph...just like...I always dreamed it would be...”

he threw his head back to guffaw at himself. “I can’t believe that this is happening.”

“quit talking and let me hear more of those pretty moans of yours.” you demanded of him, switching to jerk him up and down with your hand. your own saliva coated each and every one of your fingers.

“gonna...make me cum!” minho’s fingers dug into the edge of the sofa. “can-can I?”

“no.” you answered with a devilish smile. “you’re not gonna let me have any fun?”

“sorry, sorry...what do you want from me now?”

you continued jerking him once you had crept your lips up his body, kissing up his chest and stomach. your thumb played with his slit, eliciting even more pre-cum to come dripping out of his adorable tip. you reached his mouth where you let him get a taste.

just as before, the sofa started feeling too stuffy and warm for you, so your frazzled brain searched the room for the next best place, and there really was only one other.

“come with me,” you circled minho in your arms, pulling you both down to carpeted floor, taking a couple blankets with you as they tied in your limbs. “fuck me into the ground minho.”

a fire lit behind minho’s soft brown eyes that you had never seen, and soon he had ridded you of all of your own clothes.

“oh kitten, there's nothing that I would love to do to you more.”

for mere moments, yours and minho’s bodies lingered, pressed flush against each other as both of your hips grinded together seeking some kind of relief and your mouths searched for hungry answers.

“be a good boy for me minho,” you whispered into him, “fuck me so hard I’m dizzy, hmm?”

“if you insist...” minho buried his head into your neck to bite into the skin, no doubt leaving marks for you later.

everything reached a certain symphonic climax once he guided himself into your entrance which was nearly twitching to be filled by him. his length and girth stretched you out perfectly, and soon you knew it wouldn’t take too much for him to show you all the stars in the galaxy behind your eyelids.

he thrust into you with feral sounding grunts, and your back burned a little against the carpet under you.

“don’t-don’t stop...mmm--”

body ablaze, the beginnings of your orgasm start to build in your core, begging for more and more. deep inside you, minho grazed your euphoric spot and you moaned out his name with reckless abandon.

“say it louder for me baby.” your friend would greedily command, adoring the way that his name would bounce off the walls.

“I’m close, god, minho--”

ding-ding-ding!

had you not been cumming with a searing white heat with minho jerking himself wildly over your stomach, you would have seen chan open the door, pretending to sneak his way in.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” chan threw his arms over his eyes. “...AND IN THE OPEN LIVING ROOM???”

“ch-chan?” minho threw the blankets over both of your gasping bodies, still recovering from your orgasms of seconds ago.

“ I...oh my god.” chan shielded his eyes the whole walk to his room.

“I’m sorry!!” Minho called after him, eyes then falling to his white painting on your stomach. “hmm. that looks kinda nice.”

~💋~

later, when you would be cleaning up, chan would discover your litter of half eaten bars of chocolate, then would turn them over to laugh in your face:

“uhhhh guys...you know that those are a placebo right?”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids oneshots #stray kids drabbles #kpop drabble #kpop imagine #kpop smut #Lee Minho smut #lee minho x you #lee minho x reader #minho x y/n #minho x you #Minho x reader

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ghost-ghost-baby · 4 years

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We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 2/?

Pt. 1 / pt. 3

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

Warnings: omegaverse, obviously, yandere themes, Izuku b showin that stalker side more and more, reader is still dense asf, Bakugo b MAD, hella swearing-

“Katsuki, can you let me go? I have class-“ Your words were met with a grunt, Katsuki only tightening his grip on you.

“C’mon, it’s just one class and I can come back right after and we can nap?” You sighed when he still didn’t respond, you didn’t want to hurt him, but you were already late. (You’d hit snooze on your alarm a few too many times, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push Katsuki off until you absolutely had to.)

“I’m sorry-“ you kissed his forehead, smiling at the faint purr he let out. Then you pinched his scent gland, and the omega was springing out of bed and snarling like a cat when you stepped on its tail.

“I know! I know! I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll run back!” You rushed to throw on a pair of jeans, stumbling around as you pulled them up. Katsuki only growled at you from the bed, watching you struggle with dark amusement, sleep still heavy on his mind.

“Text me if you need me to pick anything up on the way home!” You pressed a kiss to his forehead before you left, feeling slightly less guilty as his scent returned to its usual content aroma.

“Hey! L/n, wait up!” You were getting into the elevator when a familiar voice made you turn around, and you waved as Izuku ran down the hall, clutching his backpack like a lifeline.

“Midoriya! Hey! Where ya headed this early?” You pressed the ground button once he was finally in the elevator, biting the inside of your cheek when the elevator closed and you remembered just how potent his scent really was. It was fine, you could handle this, just a minute or two-

“Oh! I just got accepted into UA university! I’m doing forensic science!” Midoriya chirped, and you felt your jaw drop.

“No way! That’s my degree, what’re the odds!” You grinned, missing the way he relaxed when you didn’t suspect anything. “I can show you around if you want?” The elevator dinged and Midoriya beamed as the two of you stepped out.

“Oh really? Are you sure it’s not a bother?” His scent took on a slightly worried turn, and you were reassuring him without a second thought.

“Yeah it’s no bother at all! It’ll be nice to have someone in my classes, my friends and my roommate are doing music degrees so we don’t really have classes together!” The two of you fell into step perfectly, and you couldn’t help but flush when Midoriya walked so close your sides brushed together.

The walk to university had never seemed this short before, and the two of you were getting to class in what felt like record time. The two of you took a seat up the back, barely having time to get your books out before Mr. Aizawa entered, a thermos of coffee bigger than your head slammed down in the desk and the class shut up, the lecture beginning immediately.

“How did you find Mr. Aizawa?” You asked as soon as the two of you were outside, Midoriya had been totally engrossed in the lesson, filling five pages compared to your two. Hey, school had never been your strong point, and you wouldn’t have even made it through high school without Katsuki helping you study, even if he did yell at you for being stupid like, a lot.

“Oh the lesson was great! He seems kinda grumpy for a teacher, but he covers a lot of details and-“

“Hey, Y/n! Who’s the fresh meat! And why’s Bakugo in such a foul mood, what’d you do dude?” A familiar voice interrupted Midoriya, and you waved as Mina and Denki came into view, Denki’s arm slung around Mina’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know Katsuki had class today, why isn’t he with you guys?” You couldn’t help but frown, it wasn’t like Katsuki to not mention having a class, especially when it was in the morning like yours.

“Oh, Kiri and him had something to take care of!” Mina chirped, and a flash of something went through your heart… maybe Katsuki just didn’t want you as an alpha, and Kiri was all sorts of charming-

“L/n, don’t be rude, introduce us!” Mina was staring right at Midoriya, who had moved to stand slightly behind you.

“Oh right! Sorry! This is Izuku Midoriya, we ran into each other yesterday and then realised he lived right opposite Katsuki and I!” You ruffled the back of your hair nervously, and Midoriya couldn’t help but glance at your scent gland, your unmarked scent gland. So you and Kacchan hadn’t sealed the deal, huh? Perfect-

“Oh, he’s so cute! I’m Mina Ashido and this is my mate Denki Kaminari! What are you studying?” Midoriya seemed to relax next to you and you couldn’t help but smile, Mina was always so good at making people feel included.

“You know… you can call me by my first name, if you wanted.”

“Huh-?” Those words had you stumbling over your feet and almost face planting onto the pavement. That was a courting invitation- plain and simple, and your brain short circuited as you turned to face the omega. He couldn’t mean that, right, you’d only known him a day and you’d been far from charming and- was Midoriya holding a blanket?

“I know it’s kinda soon but being with you just feels right- and you’re such a good alpha I’m sure you have dozens of omegas you could choose from and I don’t even know when your birthday is but I couldn’t not say anything so maybe if you wanted to scent this blanket I could put it in my nest and we could start the courting process...“ Midoriya trailed off when you were still silent, eyes darting between him and the blanket and your mouth wide open in disbelief, and your happy scent pumping out in waves was the only thing stopping him from crying.

“M-Me? You want… me… to be your alpha-?” Your face went bright red as you finally processed what was happening, a warmth quickly spreading out from your chest. Katsuki briefly crossed your mind, but then you remembered he didn’t want you- and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want Midoriya.

“Mid- Izuku, sorry, I’d be honoured!”

“Bakubro- what do you think of f/ns new friend, have you met him yet?” Denki called when he and Mina finally found Katsuki and Kirishima outside one of the cafes next to the university, and the blonde almos dropped the bag of food he was holding.

“Ha- What the fuck do you mean new friend! They didn’t mention anything to me-!” Katsuki was already yelling, and Kirishima sighed as the omegas scent took on a burned tinge, waving in apology to the passer bys that frowned.

“Yeah, apparently he just moved into your building, too!” Mina continued, the two of them far from surprised by this reaction.

“What’s his fucking dynamic- if he’s the same asshole from last night I swear to god-“

“Oh… so you haven’t met him yet, he’s an omega and I’m sure you’ll like him!” Mina waved her hands as she tried to diffuse the situation. It almost did, until Katsuki remembered that scent from last night.

“What does… what does he look like?”

“Oh he’s short! Green hair that was kinda a mess but he had the cutest freckles-“ Mina started, giving Denki a light shove when he interrupted.

“And his eyes man! Biggest puppy dog eyes and they were the brightest green colour!” Katsukis blood went cold with each word, dread and rage quickly settling on his chest, and he could barely ask the next question.

“What’s his name?”

“Um I’m not sure- what do you reckon babe?” Denki turned to Mina and she frowned as she tried to remember.

“I think it was Izuku Midoriya!”

That was the nail in the coffin, an involuntary growl bubbling up in Katsuki’s chest as his vision went red. Why the fuck was Deku back?

You slowly opened the door to your apartment, frowning slightly when Katsukis scent was fainter than usual. He mustn’t have gotten home yet. You’d invited Izuku over to study, (you could really use the help, and he’d taken so many notes-)

“There’s the couch with the TV, or we could go to my room but it’s kinda small and-“

“Wow, Y/n, I thought you just invited me over to study-!” Your face went red at what Izuku was implying, and you were falling over yourself to insist you did just want to study and there weren’t any ulterior motives. Izuku was… slightly disappointed, but there’d be time for that later, so he merely took a seat on the couch and got his books out while you got the two of you a drink and some snacks. The lounge was smaller than his, but it was cozy, and the couch was far more comfortable than his. Plus, the whole place reeked like you and Kacchan, and it took everything Izuku had to stop himself purring, nothing had ever felt so right.

“I didnt know what you wanted so I just grabbed a variety, and I hope jasmine tea is okay? It’s my favourite and I’m kinda out of anything else- Katsukis meant to be doing a grocery run soon anyway-“ you set the tray down next to Izuku’s notebooks, plopping down on the couch with a sigh and taking a second before you grabbed your own books.

“Let’s get down to it then, huh?”

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mistyyyy · 3 years

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CW: Kinda virginity lost, grinding, first-timers, small rough play, mommy kink, of age characters.

Pet names used: Slut, mommy

"Give me seven minutes. That's all I need to get you off."

"Fine. Seven."

You smirked proudly and grabbed onto Katsukis's wrist and pulled him upstairs into your dorm room.

You and Bakugo have been dating since the second year of UA. The two of you have been moving this relationship slow for the sake of Katsuki wanting his first to be special. It was going well, small dates, innocent sleeping with each other, even training and studying together.

That was until the two of you got into the third year. Bodies growing and going through their last changes until they fully develop. Naturally, you started flirting more, touching against him and showing him more PDA.

Of course, he noticed, he called you out a bunch of times, but you declined every time. That was until everyone left the dorms for spring break.

You and him were the only ones at the dorms, cleaning everyone's spaces before the both of you headed home for vacation.

Vibing to music, you sweeping and him dusting. Then suddenly, you get an idea. "Babe?" "Hm?" You stopped sweeping and turned over to him, he felt your eyes on him, so he turns to meet your gaze.

"Are you afraid of me?" The question was so bold and out of nowhere. His brows creased from the outlandish question. I mean, you had your moments, but overall, no. "Well-" before he could speak, you switched your question.

"Wait, more specifically, are you afraid of sex?" Now that question made him stop in his tracks. He gave you a confused-shocked expression. You noticed his silence and carefully leaned the broom against the couch before strolling over to him. "Babe?" You spoke up, your slightly taller figure towering over him as you came closer.

"H-huh?" His dazed eyes finally focused back on you, his neck going upwards because of how close you were. Did he just leave reality like that? "Are you?" You re-asked, making him give you a weird look. "Am I what?" Are you serious? Raising your brow, you fold your arms and stepped back from him. "Are you afraid of sex?" In all honesty, he heard you the first time, he just chose to play dumb to avoid answering.

"Are you afraid of sex?" He re-asked the question, giving you a questionable look. "Babe, stop playing around~" You whined, making him roll his red eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "I'm asking because... I'm ready. I'm ready to do it with you, but I need to know if you're ready." You confessed, your bottom lip fixed into a pout.

If he wasn't ready, you wouldn't bring it up anymore, but you needed to know.

Your confession made him gulp. He was, for sure nervous. Was he ready to lose his virginity to his first, and hopefully last love? Well... it didn't sound bad. But the thought of getting naked in front of your confident-dominant ass had him nervous as fuck.

He lets out a sigh and turned his head to avoid eye contact, too anxious to look up at you. "I just don't know if...I don't know.." He really couldn't find an excuse. He wanted to, he just couldn't overpass the nervousness he was feeling.

"Give me seven minutes..."

And that's how you ended up here.

You closed your bedroom door, led lights already on red and pink as you bring him to your bed. "This is all the time I need to make you cum." For a virgin, you sure talked like you did this before. You gently pushed your nervous boyfriend on your bed, already straddling his hips.

You knew it was going to be awkward. So you'd be slow for him, he wasn't ready for the real thing, so you had to switch things up.

"S-seven minutes, right?" He mumbled, awkwardly putting his big hands on your hips.

You smirked at his words, bending down and leaving a peck on his lips. "By the time I'm done, you're gonna wish it was longer than seven minutes..." oh shit. He gulped at your words, already feeling himself get aroused in his sweat pants.

"I promise I'll take care of you." You mumbled against his lips before sitting up. You take your phone out of your shorts and went to your playlist. A 7-minute song. You pressed play, your phone syncing up with your speakers and lights that hung on your wall.

(Play the song.)

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You placed your phone on your table and leaned down, your lips pressing against his already opened ones. The kiss was slow and passionate, the song in the background matching the vibe. The longer the both of you kissed, the relaxed he felt underneath you.

Before the kiss got even more heated, your lips started traveling down. Plump lips kissing down his sharp jaw and his neck, he couldn't help but to close his eyes and release a breath at the new feeling. You slid your tongue out, the small metal ball he forgot about, making him shiver as you licked his sweet skin.

As you marked his skin, small moans started leaving his mouth. "Fuck y/n..." The way your name slipped out of his mouth made you clench around nothing. Dammit Katsuki, you're making it hard for me to keep it under control. You released a breath, making him bite on his lip from the chilled feeling. You sat up and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, he helped you take it off.

Next was his pants. You looked up, he gave you a nod, and that's all you needed. You pull off his pants, his happy trail slowly showing up as you pulled his briefs down with him. You flinched as his cock hit his stomach. "Whoa..." you never actually... seen one before in real life. So, it was a sight to see. "W-what's that supposed to mean, dumbass?" He was quick to cover it, but you grabbed his hand before he could, pinning it near his head.

"Don't hide from me." You demanded, to which he surprisingly listened. It took everything in him to not cover it. "It's big, that's why... I said it." You looked away as you felt your body start heating up. He was about 6.6 inches. And thick. His tip a slight red hue as he was now the hardest he's ever been, and he had precum going down his shaft.

Before he could say anything to piss you off, you stood up and slid out of your shorts. Your underwear was already soaked, but he couldn't see it due to the low lights.

Once you climb back onto his lap, his hands were already on your hips. You allowed the touching, you wanted him to feel good.

4 minutes left.

But at this point, he had forgotten what he said about seven minutes, and you weren't about to bring it up. The warmth of your cunt made him groan as you gently lowered yourself on him, the thin fabric making you feel every vein and curve he had. "Fuck babe." He moaned, his hands on your hips tightening as you started grinding on him.

The friction made you both fill the room with soft moans. He helped you with your hips, moving them back and forth, but it wasn't enough.

"Can- can we switch?" He asked, you wanted a release as well, so you trusted him and nodded.

"Uh!" You gasped when you were flipped over on all fours. How the hell did you end up like this so fast?

"F-fuck Katsuki." You held onto your pillow as he slid in between your thighs, rutting into you like a dog in heat. "Y/n~" he moaned your name, breath blowing into your ear as he leaned down against you, thrusting sloppily against your thighs, rubbing against your clit the right way.

You chuckled underneath him, but it soon got replaced with your moans. "L-look how needy you are~ You're a-fucking slut~" you managed you get out, your body completely hot, your underwear completely soaked.

Katsuki growls in your ear. "It's- not enough, uh~ n-need to feel you." You immediately reached your hand underneath your body, moving your panties aside, gasping once your skin makes contact.

"Oh fff-uck!~" his thrusting gets worse, your slick making him slide through easier. "Mom-mommy I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum like this! Fuck~" M-mommy? The name was so basic but fuck, it drove you crazy.

"Let's cum together baby~ yo-you're doing so good~" you spoke, moans dragging out your words. Your hips already moving against him, you placed your hand just under his ass to keep him going.

His hands beside your head tighten against your sheets, his face pressing against your shoulder and neck. The way your moans synced together was beautiful, the soft slapping of your skin crashing together, getting louder as you both reach your high.

This is how he would want to lose his virginity, with you, his first love.

#bottom!katsuki #bottom!bakugo #blackreader #domgirl #bottom!characters #domreader #wattpad #from wattpad #mistyyyy Wattpad #mha x reader #bakugo x reader

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here4theheartbreak · 3 years

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Lazy Dog Mornings

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Hoseok x Jimin x Jungkook x Taehyung Genre: smut, PWP Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~3.1k

Tags: smut, PWP, puppy play, dirty talk, rough sex, knotting cock rings, discussion of breeding, D/s relationship, oral sex, anal sex, barebacking, bottom Park Jimin, puppy Park Jimin, switch Jeon Jungkook, puppy Jeon Jungkook, top Taehyung, top Hoseok,

Summary: Taehyung brings Jimin to spend a lazy Saturday with Hoseok and Jungkook for a puppy play date.

A/N: The first of 2021′s Kinktober fics! Due to time constraints with real life, I will not be doing all 31 days for Kinktober. There are 18 fics listed at the moment for this month’s official Kinktober, scattered from today to the 31st. Between these fics I will be publishing the rest of Moonlight as I am able, so I recommend turning on notifications or AO3 notifications if you’re interested, since my normal Monday’s only posting schedule will be gone at least for the remainder of this month. Hope you enjoy!

“Long time no see,” Hoseok rose, hugging Taehyung.

“Right, it’s been weeks. How’ve you two been?” Taehyung asked. Jimin slipped in behind him, smiling sheepishly at Hoseok.

“We’ve been good,” Hoseok said. He reached out, tugging Jimin’s collar. “You’re okay, you can go play. Jungkookie is in the living room. Make sure he puts his collar on if he’s gonna play with you.”

Jimin grinned broadly and rushed into the living room, forgetting to drop onto his hands and knees. Taehyung chuckled. “He’s been asking to come see Jungkook for ages.”

“He lost his phone,” Hoseok said, rolling his eyes. He laughed as he did. “We’re getting him a new one, but that’s why he’s not talked to Jimin.”

“How’s he been adjusting to the more permanent lifestyle?” Taehyung asked as they walked into the living room.

“Not too bad. We still keep it pretty casual, especially because he does still wanna have a regular job, all that. But on weekends like this, well – aside from a video game I know a pup would never be able to play…” He tousled Jungkook’s hair as he passed. Jungkook smiled up at him sheepishly, holding his game controller a little closer to his chest. “He’s enjoying it.”

“Oh!” Taehyung patted Jimin. “Get comfy, pet – you’re safe here.”

“Can I?” Jimin asked. Taehyung nodded.

“Me too?” Jungkook chirped.

“Of course.” Hoseok handed him his collar. “You want a drink, Taehyung?”

“Something light,” Taehyung said. He followed Hoseok to the kitchen. “You know, I got Jimin the neatest new toy.”

“Oh?”

“I think Jungkook might really enjoy it.”

Hoseok nodded as he dug in the fridge. He passed Taehyung a bottle of yellow alcohol. “It’s sweet,” he assured him. He reached up and grabbed a bowl, as well as a stainless-steel dog bowl, and two more bottles of the alcohol.

The two had met at a munch nearly seven years ago. Taehyung was fresh to the scene, while Hoseok had been playing a few more years. They became fast friends, sharing tips and learning new things together. It wasn’t until five years ago that they stumbled across Jimin and Jungkook, two young men in a very similar situation, at a much, and rather new to the scene. The four formed a friendship that shifted very easily and organically into something much deeper; Jimin finding Taehyung’s close age a comfort and seeking him as a more permanent partner, and Jungkook preferring the firm hand of an elder to take care of his needs. The rest, as they say, was history. Even now, years later, they rarely played outside of their loose quad, and puppy play had become the shining key in their relationship, Jimin and Jungkook taking to it instantly.

When they returned to the living room, Jungkook and Jimin had gotten themselves far more comfortable. Their clothing was in a pile nearby and they were lounging on Jungkook’s blanket on the floor, each wearing their collars and preferred tails. Jungkook’s was a sleek, whiplike black one, as well as a pair of soft, folded velveteen ears, and Jimin’s was a curly-q one, fluffy and big, dyed in a variety of bright colors. His ears were bright yellow and white, one that stood straight up, the other flopped down, with the same fluffy fur as his tail. They were both watching the television intently, some sports program Jungkook must have found.

Hoseok crouched, pouring one bottle into each bowl. He snapped, getting their attention. “For you guys.”

Jungkook grinned and made a small noise of appreciation, rolling over and crawling to the bowl.

Jimin yapped, pouting at Jungkook, who’s movement had disturbing his head rest. He stayed on his back for a moment before rolling to trot to his bowl as well. Hoseok smiled softly, watching the two for a minute before leaning back on the couch, sipping his drink. Taehyung moved closer to him, brushing a hand lightly over his thigh.

“We really need to make time to hang out more often,” Taehyung commented.

“Hm… We do.” Hoseok leaned over, his lips grazing Taehyung’s jaw. “Oh, you smell amazing.”

“A new cologne, Jiminie got it for my birthday.”

“It’s splendid. Tell me,” Hoseok set his bottle down and slid his hand up Taehyung’s thigh, squeezing firmly. “How’s work been going?”

Taehyung sighed, leaning into Hoseok. “Same old, same old,” he mumbled breathily. “My boss is sort of a jerk but I’m making due… I’m up for a promotion next month.”

“Congrats. You’ll finally be out from under his thumb if you get it.”

“Mm, that’s the hope; I’ll be his equal. I’ll have some more flexible time too, which will be nice.”

“Come visit us more often,” Hoseok suggested, beginning to press gentle kisses along Taehyung’s jaw.

“I’d like to. Playdates for the pups at least.”

“Oh, of course… That’s the only reason,” Hoseok teased. He shifted, meeting Taehyung’s mouth in a gentle kiss. It deepened easily, their hands sliding over one another’s bodies. Taehyung shifted his hand under Hoseok’s shirt, pinching his nipple hard enough to make Hoseok hiss.

“Tease,” he growled, nipping Taehyung’s bottom lip.

“No… Foreplay,” Taehyung promised. He moved over, nudging Hoseok’s shirt out of the way to suck a bruise onto the firm muscle of his collarbone. Hoseok moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut. He reached out, palming Taehyung’s cock gently through his jeans, savoring the feel of it stiffening even through the thick fabric.

His eyes fluttered open and glanced down at their pups on the floor, chuckling.

“I think someone’s in a humpy mood,” he teased, nudging Taehyung.

Taehyung pulled away from his neck looked over to see. Jimin had mounted Jungkook and was lazily thrusting into his mouth.

“Jimin!” Taehyung hissed.

Jimin jumped down, doing his best to look guilty and remorseful with his cock hard and wet between his thighs. Jungkook, on the other hand, pouted. He trotted up to Hoseok and rested his chin on his knees, whining softly.

Hoseok smiled, stroking his hair.

“Aw, I’m okay with having a breeding session if you are, Taehyungie,” Hoseok said.

Jungkook wiggled his butt, looking expectantly at Taehyung.

Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and tugging Jungkook’s ear playfully. “You’re really too cute for your own good. Fine. But you mount him. Minie is in trouble for coming too fast earlier this week and isn’t allowed to fuck anything.”

Jimin whined softly, spinning himself in a small circle before play bowing to Taehyung in apology.

“Oh! Wanna try out the new toy?” Taehyung offered, pulling it out. It looked like a leather cock ring, dyed a vibrant, ruddy red. It was thick – two strips of leather at the top and bottom of the ring, connected by a thinner strip of leather that would rest at the top and underside of the cock when attached. In the middle, where the open space was, was what looked like a piece of a thick condom. Attached to the ring was a rubber tube that ran back and attached to a little hand pump coming from where the ring attached to where it connected behind the balls.

“It’s a knotting cock ring. He can pump it up when he’s coming and knot him, just like a real pup.”

Hoseok grunted in approval. “I would love to see that. Let him put it on you, Kookie.”

Jungkook nodded. He went up on his knees and set his hands on either side of Taehyung’s knees. Taehyung leaned down, attaching the cock ring to him. As he did, Jungkook snuffled over his neck and licked him, earning a laugh. Taehyung tousled his hair and flicked his cock gently.

“Go on, breed my Minie. Make sure he howls for you like a good boy,” he cooed.

Jungkook rushed back over, tackling Jimin down. The two began to wrestle around, kissing and biting at each other’s necks and mouths.

“Is he well lubed?” Hoseok asked, palming himself through his jeans as he watched the two.

“Oh yeah, I added a lot before we came, just in case you or Jungkook wanted to use him.” Taehyung reached out, palming Hoseok himself. “Wanna fuck my mouth while we watch?”

“No, I think I’m gonna get some puppy kisses after they get going, do you mind if I use Jimin?”

“By all means… Can I breed Jungkook?”

“Please do - he’s been itching for a new cock in his hole lately.”

Jimin yelped, drawing their attention to the two on the floor. Jungkook had him pinned on his stomach, teeth digging hard into his shoulder. He’d nudged the tail plug out of the way, using the strap around Jimin’s middle to keep it on. He was rutting away, trying to sink his cock in without hands.

“That’s a good boy,” Taehyung cooed. “You breed him. Show him who’s the boss.”

Jungkook barked and shifted, yelping himself when his cock finally plunged into Jimin’s slick asshole.

Jimin screamed, jerking under him as Jungkook began to fuck into him, not giving him a chance to ease into it.

Hoseok swore softly. He sank to the ground, undoing his jeans and sliding close to Jimin.

“Come on, Minie. Be a good dog and play with a bone.” He taunted. He fisted Jimin’s hair and pulled his head up. Jimin’s cheeks were mottled, his eyes already glazed in pleasure and Jungkook used his ass.

Hoseok slapped his cock over Jimin’s wet, plush lips. “Come on, puppy. Be good.”

Jimin whined low in his throat. He stuck his tongue out, drooling over Hoseok’s cock before letting it slide into his mouth. Hoseok moaned happily, holding his head. “Oh, good doggie,” he groaned.

“That mouth is phenomenal, isn’t it?” Taehyung asked, crawling onto the floor with Hoseok. His own cock was pulled from his pants, wet with his own spit as he stroked himself.

“Amazing, you’ve done wonders training him, Taehyung,” Hoseok panted, fucking up into Jimin’s mouth. Jimin whimpered and groaned, his throat making small, wet gulping noises each time Hoseok’s cock penetrated it.

“Want me to suck it?” Hoseok offered, looking at Taehyung’s cock pointedly.

“Nope, I was just getting ready. Is Kookie’s hole ready?”

Jungkook barked sharply, his grin wide enough to show most of his teeth. Hoseok laughed.

“There’s your answer.”

Taehyung chuckled. He pulled his pants off and went over behind Jungkook. He pulled the plug out, sliding two fingers in instead. “Oh, good boy. Ready to get filled up, huh?”

Jungkook grumbled happily, wiggling his ass as much as he could still humping Jimin.

“That’s it, hump my boy,” Taehyung coaxed. “Minie needs a nice thick load from a puppy like you this week, remind him what a good little breeding boy he is.”

Jungkook growled. He laid over Jimin, panting and huffing in his ear.

Jimin moaned as well as he could, his voice cut off when Hoseok pumped his cock back into his mouth. He held his head down, eyes rolling back. “He’s gotten so much better at deep throating,” Hoseok panted.

Taehyung slid his cock slowly into Jungkook, sighing contentedly at the tight squeeze. Jungkook yipped, his body giving a pleasant little shudder. Taehyung went still, almost all the way inside Jungkook. He let his hands rest on his hips gently. Each time Jungkook thrusted into Jimin, he pulled slightly off Taehyung’s cock, and the pull out pushed him firmly back onto him. Jungkook groaned deep in his throat.

“Good boy,” Taehyung praised, stroking his sweat slicked back. “Harder you fuck my pup, the more cock you get, you’re learning.”

Jungkook barked. He leaned down, licking a stripe up Jimin’s neck before nipping his ear and growling deep down. He began to move faster, slamming into Jimin hard enough to jerk him forward ever so slightly. The movement made him take Hoseok’s cock a little deeper as well, his shoulders jerking when he gagged on his cock.

Jungkook picked up the hand pump, squeezing it a few times. Jimin whined, pushing his ass back further as the knot began to swell. It wasn’t enough to lock yet, slipping in and out of his ass with a slick pop.

“Has he taken it before?” Hoseok panted, shifting to fuck up into Jimin’s mouth.

“Not yet,” Taehyung said. He laid over Jungkook, his own hips now working to pound deep into his ass on each thrust. “He’s knotted me with it, and it felt amazing, but he’s not had a pup to give it to him.”

Hoseok moaned softly at that. “Hear that, Kookie,” he cooed, stroking Jungkook’s hair. “Gonna be the first to knot Minie’s tight little hole. How proud you should be. Give it to him good, pet… Make him howl for you.”

Jungkook barked sharply, choking back a moan. He shifted, driving his hips harder and faster into Jimin’s ass.

Jimin shouted around Hoseok’s cock, his tears sliding down his cheeks. Hoseok looked at him, giving a thumbs up in question. Jimin nodded as well as he could, wrapping his lips tightly around Hoseok’s cock and sucking hard even as he gagged.

Jungkook began to pant more erratically, his hips working wildly. He snarled huffed and whined, biting down on Jimin’s shoulder lightly. He grabbed the pump, squeezing it each time he thrust forward.

Finally, Jimin yelped and Jungkook went still, spinning his hips in tiny little circles. He leaned his head back, mouth open as his body jerked gently with the force of Taehyung’s thrusts.

“That’s a good boy,” Taehyung purred, holding Jungkook’s hips. “You breeding my boy? Hm? Filling my pup full?”

Jungkook let his tongue hang out, his eyes going a little unfocused. The sight was stunning.

Hoseok swore softly. He shifted and thrusted hard and fast into Jimin’s mouth. He could feel drool dribbling down his cock as Jimin struggled to take him.

“Relax, Minie,” he panted. “Just let me in, I’ll give you a yummy treat, just let it happen, oh, fuck—” Hoseok gritted his teeth. He drove his cock into Jimin’s mouth, feeling his throat clench and convulse around his tip. He held his head, his cock spurting ropes of come.

Hoseok released Jimin’s head, letting him pull back. Drool and come spilled from his mouth and over his chin and he coughed and gagged. He went back immediately, lapping at Hoseok’s cock to clean it. Hoseok smiled softly, stroking his hair. “Such a good boy,” he cooed.

Jungkook grunted, baring his teeth as Taehyung pounded into him, his nails biting into Jungkook’s hips.

Taehyung shuddered, his thrusts breaking their rhythm as he neared his orgasm. He tossed his head back, grunting as he came, still driving into Jungkook’s ass as he did. Jungkook grinned broadly, looking back at Taehyung and barking once sharply.

“Yeah, I know… Good boy,” Taehyung panted, patting his ass.

“I think Minie needs to come still,” Hoseok worried, leaning down to stroke Jimin’s cock, leaking and hard.

“Aw, you didn’t come from being bred?” Taehyung asked.

Jimin shook his head in something resembling a no and whined, thrusting forward into Hoseok’s hand as much as he could still tied to Jungkook’s cock.

“I’ll milk him,” Hoseok offered. He kissed Jimin’s cheek and forehead gently. Letting go of Jimin’s cock for a moment, he swiped his hand through the come and spit from their earlier activities still on Jimin’s face, using it to ease his hand as he began to stroke Jimin with a firm, sure grip.

“Come on, pup – let it out. We gotta get you to come or you’ll get pent up, won’t we?” He coaxed, his voice soft and soothing.

“Such a good boy, Minie,” Taehyung added, reaching out to stroke Jimin’s back. “Didn’t come without permission, you’re getting so good at that. You have permission now, puppy – you can come any time you need.”

“He is a good boy,” Hoseok agreed. Jimin smiled crookedly, letting his tongue hang out even as his eyelids fluttered. “Holding his come until we’re ready to milk it out of him. Taking Kookie’s knot all the way, taking me without so much as a complaint or a nip. You’re such a good boy, Minie.” Hoseok stroked his cheek gently, his hand working fast along the length of his cock.

Jungkook snuffled against Jimin’s ear, whining and woofing softly. He licked a stripe up his cheek and Jimin turned his head, meeting Jungkook’s mouth in a kiss that was more tongue and teeth.

Jimin broke the kiss to hiss, his hips twitching wildly.

“That’s it,” Taehyung coaxed. “Let it come. Come for Hobi, Minie.” Taehyung slowly pulled his softened cock from Jungkook’s ass, slipping the tail plug back in. Jungkook let the air from the knot, pulling himself free. He crouched down, sliding his tongue deep into Jimin’s gaping hole to catch the come as it dribbled out.

Jimin groaned at that, thrusting back against Jungkook’s tongue. His eyes rolled back a little, mouth hanging open.

“Come on, such a good boy, come for me, Minie, come on, let it all out.” Hoseok praised.

Jimin yipped, his entire body shuddering. Jungkook leaned up and pushed his tail plug back in, biting his ass playfully. Jimin’s cock jerked in Hoseok’s hand and began to spurt ropes of come onto his hand and the floor.

“Oh, good boy,” both Taehyung and Hoseok praised as Hoseok milked his orgasm from him. When he could get no more, Hoseok pulled his hand back and both Jimin and Jungkook went forward, licking the come from it. They shared another messy kiss afterward, nipping each other’s mouths.

Hoseok settled back onto the couch, wiping his hand free of saliva and come, and tucking himself back into his jeans.

“That was very needed,” Taehyung said, slumping on the couch after putting himself away.

“Most definitely,” Hoseok agreed, watching the two cuddle on the floor. “You boys wanna get a bath?” He offered. “After we can all take a nice nap together and then go out to dinner?”

Jimin and Jungkook untangled themselves from each other and rushed up to the two, wagging their tails as fast as they could manage.

Taehyung laughed brightly. “Guess that’s a yes.”

The two rose and led Jimin and Jungkook down to the bathroom. Deciding it was far easier, they got the others up on their feet and showered two by two, sharing gentle kisses and touches as they passed.

After their showers, Jungkook and Jimin were permitted to remove their plugs, leaving their ears and collars on. Hoseok let Taehyung borrow a pair of sleeping pants, and all four curled up on Hoseok and Jungkook’s bed. It was a tight fit, not that they minded; the closeness was comforting for Jimin and Jungkook after playtime, and Taehyung and Hoseok were happy to give them all they needed. They knew they weren’t in the most traditional relationship, but it didn’t bother them. They were happy, and they found joy in the small things. That was what really mattered.

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gubes-sweaters · 4 years

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Never Be the Same

Authors Note: Before you read this please don't kill me it's left off on a cliffhanger on purpose and I will write a second part soon. Also I write about what happened in Mexico (spoiler alert if you haven't seen season 15) I know that Lindsay didn't actually do anything (Cat mentions it in the episode date night) but at the time Spencer didn't know so I wrote it as such.

Content warning: arguing, light smut, brief mention of physical and sexual assault, spoilers for season 12+.

Word count: 1.6k

It's been officially three months since Spencer has been home from prison. I know things will never be the same and I don't expect him to be the person he once was, but he's been incredibly distant. Between being manhandled by fellow inmates in prison and feeling violated after what Lindsey Vaughn did in Mexico I can understand why he's been so distant. Most people don't see Spencer as a cuddly person, but that's only because they aren't in a relationship with him. Most people think Spencer is completely averse to human touch, but once he gets close to you he has no problem with it. In fact, when I met Spencer he was so attention and touch starved that he practically followed me around like a puppy for the first couple of months we started dating.

Normally we would wake up together in the morning when he was home and I would cook breakfast while he would stand behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist swaying back-and-forth to music. He would also often plant kissed up and down my neck, side of my face, and the crown of my head. If he was still home by the time lunch came around we would still be right next to each other either being on the couch watching Doctor Who or snuggling up and reading books together. Spencer was always a bit of a homebody only because he spent so much time away from home on cases. When he was finally home he didn't wanna leave until he had to.

Now most mornings when I wake up Spencer is facing away from me. I wake up only to make breakfast separate from him, sometimes we eat together sometimes we don't. Now we kind of just live separate lives. Sometimes I even make excuses to leave the apartment because I don't feel welcomed in there. I want this to change, I need this to change.

It's not for my own selfish reasons well not completely, but I know if I let this continue Spencer and I aren't going to last much longer. He will push himself away further and further until he's in a rut that he can't come out of. I miss him and I miss us. I decided this morning to try and convince him to go out to dinner with me tonight. Today he doesn't have any classes to teach and he's still on his sabbatical, so he has no excuse as to why he couldn't when it comes to being busy. That leads me to where we are right now, a typical Sunday morning and I am making breakfast while he’s in the living room planning for his next lecture.

"So how do you feel about maybe going out to eat tonight?" I asked while setting a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes right in front of him. I take a seat next to him on the couch waiting for his response.

"Oh... uh... yeah, sure I don't see why not." He says still engrossed in his papers. He flips through them so fast that he doesn't even fully pay attention to what he agreed to do tonight.

I put my hand on the file that he's reading before closing it and pulling it away. I then push his plate in front of him and ask him once again if he wants to go out tonight. All he can do is look at me like he's staring at a brick wall. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times like a fish out of water before just avoiding the question and starts to eat his breakfast.

"It’s just that we haven't done anything since you've been back home. If you don't wanna go out that's fine, we can have a movie night or anything I just want to spend time with you. I don't want you to push yourself away from me like I know you're doing right now. Your lecture can wait and you have a bit of time until you can be reinstated to the BAU. Take a little time for me and you please." I beg of him knowing he probably won't be able to resist the puppy dog eyes I'm giving him.

"Ok, yeah you're right I need a break from work for a minute. I don't really feel like leaving the house I think I'm too anxious to leave right now, but a movie night with takeout does sound really good."

I'll take it, I mean he agreed to at least have a movie night with me. I also don't want to have an argument over what were doing. I also don't want to push him too far. It's a step forward, but little does he know I have a little bit more planned than that.

-time skip-

For some reason, we decided to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show first, and Spencer decided to get pizza for dinner. Like I said right now I'm gonna take whatever I can get from this. As we're about halfway through the movie and completely through the pizza I realize we're sitting on opposite ends of the couch. We look a little less like a couple that's been together for four years and more like two awkward teenagers having to watch a movie with either one of our parents. I slowly start to scoot closer and closer to him before I'm glued to his side. After a while, he relaxes into my touch and wraps his arms around my shoulder. I start to plant kisses on his neck and jawline. Once I find that spot on his neck I'm so familiar with it doesn't take him but a couple of seconds to become putty in my hands.

He suddenly grabs my jaw and kisses me furiously. He kisses me with so much vigor and passion, that same passion I've missed too much. Before I even fully comprehend what's going on he's already carried me to our bedroom. He plops my body on the bed with such force that my body bounces in place a couple of times.

Spencer crawls over me and begins sucking on every inch of my neck and collar bones that he can easily get to. After becoming frustrated by the lack of canvas for him, he tugs at the bottom of my shirt a bit before looking at me silently asking for permission. I nod a lift my torso up ever so slightly and lift my arms over my head so he can take my shirt off. He continues marking me until he retracts his head back to see what he did. When I was expecting him to share the same enthusiasm as I had his face dropped. I squinted at him trying to ask if everything's alright without outright saying it. For a couple of moments that were filled with tension, he continues to just stare at me. He's not even looking at my eyes he's just looking at the marks he left. When his eyes started to the water I became nervous and I wanted to know what's going on. I reached out to touch him and he completely retracted before backing up off the bed. He still didn't say anything while he quickly, but very calmly gathered his keys, wallet, and shoes before walking out.

The entire time I was calling out to him wondering what's going on once I got my shirt back on.

"Spence... hey Spence what's going on?" I say while following him out the door. This time I make sure to grab him and when I did I was met with nothing but unbridled rage. With tears in his eyes and a disgusted look on his face, he ripped his forearm from out of my grasp.

"I don't want to talk to you right now! Isn't that fucking obvious why do you think I'm walking away? Don't even think about following me! I don't want you to talk to me, I don't want your sympathy or help, and most importantly right now I don't want you!" He shouts at me before stomping down the hall.

Two concerned neighbors peeked their heads at the door as he went down the hall. All I could do is stand there in horror and confusion. I mean Spencer and I have argued, but all couples do. That wasn't even an argument I don't even know what to call it. Most importantly he has never even raised his voice at me. Normally when Spencer is mad he's calm, and he talks to you with a disappointed almost sad tone rather than an angry one. I don't know who that was because that wasn't my boyfriend.

I slump myself against the door and curl my knees into my chest before letting out heavy sobs. My shoulders rack as my brain tries to adjust to the whiplash of emotions. I cry until I can't anymore and at this point I'm just letting out hiccups while trying to control my breathing. After a while, I don't even have the energy to cry. After sitting numbly on the floor staring at a random corner of the room I pick myself up and just go through the motions to get ready for bed. I can't even call Spencer because he left his phone, so I don't even try and bother worrying about him. After I shower I lay in our bed with still-damp hair. I don't know where he is or when he's coming home but my body is basically shutting down while I'm worrying about where he's at. My eyes are closing against my own will. I'm just hoping I'll wake up next to my boyfriend's curly hair tickling me like most mornings.

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subverbaldreams · 3 years

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Asylum in Winter

Chapter 9: Sir

(smut)

Pairing: Bucky x Steve in this chapter. (storyline also contains Bucky x Venom and Bucky x Rumlow)

Overall Synopsis: Venom and Rumlow help Bucky escape Hydra to go find the man from the bridge. Mayhem ensues. And sex…lots of sex.

This chapter: loving, dominant Steve, Bucky’s memory loss, Bucky waking up after having his trigger words spoken, jealous Steve & Rumlow, 1.7k words

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Steve’s stomach is in knots. Every time Bucky’s breathing changes he leans forward in his chair, hopeful yet terrified to see those eyes open. It’s not fear of another attack, but fear of the emptiness. Fear that nothing remains inside the body of the man he’d loved except Hydra’s killing machine. No compassion, no conscience, no heart.

Calm down, he tells himself for the hundredth time. He escaped from Hydra for a reason.

Unless, his mind whispers, that reason was Rumlow.

Bucky is laid out on a plush leather couch, towels underneath him to keep blood and dirt off the furniture. The scratches on his throat have all vanished, but there’s a suspicious row of bruises still tattooed into his skin that look like—they can’t be—hickeys.

Outside, birds wheel joyously around fir trees and sunlight reflects up from the water below. He’d had to call in a favor to get access to this lake house, but he trusts Tony Stark at least enough to stay out of this one. He may have told a slightly skewed version of the truth to get here, but for Bucky’s sake he’d do a lot worse.

Bucky’s been out cold for the last four hours, after being put down twice more by whatever that black stuff is; Rumlow refuses to tell him. The scumbag finally, finally got out of Steve’s hair to go shower a few minutes ago; he’d been hovering over Bucky like a vulture protecting its meal.

A sharp intake of breath. Steve leans in. Bucky’s eyelashes flutter, then his eyes slit open.

“Bucky,” Steve breathes.

Bucky’s face contorts as if in pain. Steve reaches out to touch his shoulder, but Bucky jerks back from him, eyes flying wide open.

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Blue eyes. Blond hair. A voice. A name.

“Bucky,” the man murmurs, and the sound itself means nothing but the voice—that voice. A flood of longing roars through the soldier’s chest, so barbed with the edges of forgotten dreams that he’s lost in it for a second.

Only a second. Then he realizes where he’d been only a moment before, on the field of battle, and there had been a voice in his head, changing him, owning him. Everything after that is a blur like spilled paint. All he knows for certain is that Hydra had taken him back, at least for a time.

He jumps up, rolls off the furniture while reaching for his knife (it’s gone) and then his gun (also gone) while doing a quick sweep of the room. They’re alone.

His agent should be here. The soldier can think of only one reason why he isn’t.

“Did I kill him?” he blurts out, his voice cracking over the word “kill.”

“Who? Rumlow?” The man’s voice goes hard as he says the name. The soldier tries to remember if that name fits the right person.

Yes, Venom interjects. Brock Rumlow is the name of our agent. The soldier nods and the man answers, “No. He’s fine,” in a voice cold as ice.

Have to find him, the soldier thinks, but Venom responds: He is here. He and the Cap have been antagonizing each other for hours and he went to a different room. Finally, it adds in a grumble.

The cap? the soldier repeats, confused all over again. But the blond man has stood up and is walking toward him, one hand slightly lifted as if to touch him. The soldier backs up warily. His mission is complete, it seems; he’s found the man from the bridge, but nothing is any clearer. The pictures in his head are just as elusive and disjointed as ever.

“Hey, easy, Buck. D’you remember me at all?”

The soldier shakes his head. One backward step after another. “I don’t know you.”

But I knew him.

He draws in a hiss of breath.

He is here, inside of your mind, Venom affirms. You know him.

“No,” the soldier says out loud. His heel hits the edge of the wall, forcing him to stop his retreat. He should raise his arms. Protect himself. But he’s utterly still as the man’s hand closes the gap between them and lightly brushes against his jaw. The man’s face shows no aggression. His eyes are soft—and, the soldier realizes with a strange, giddy swirl, full of tears.

“You know me. You do,” he insists when the soldier shakes his head. “That’s why you left Hydra, isn’t it?”

That, the soldier can’t answer. Because it’s true, he had left Hydra to find this man, but now that he’s got him, the soldier doesn’t know what to do about it. He hadn’t planned beyond the search. There is no plan beyond any search, except to eliminate the target.

Everything has changed.

“My name’s Steve. Remember? You used to call me Stevie.”

He shakes his head again. The man’s fingers have traced behind his ear now and it makes the skin tingle all the way down his neck on that side.

“And your name is Bucky Barnes, and you know me.”

“No, I don’t!” The soldier shoves the other man with both hands, sending him skidding back six feet. Venom whirls through him, forcing calm into limbs which feel electrified with adrenaline. He’s shaking all over. “That’s not my name. I don’t know you.”

He is our mission. We came to find him.

“Shut up,” the soldier hisses between his teeth. He feels weightless, like he’s stepped out onto a tightrope and it’s fallen suddenly out from underneath him. Like he’s falling and falling and he doesn’t know what’s down below. He takes no defensive measures as the man closes back in on him. Line of heat across the front of his body, heavy weight pushing him back against the wall. The man is breathing as heavily as he is, though there’s no reason for it. He isn’t afraid, isn’t angry—not exactly—nothing about his behavior makes sense.

His knee wedges between the soldier’s legs. The soldier knows he should move, should block that leg and make space between them, but there’s this scent, along with the weight and the position. It smells like crawling under barbed wire and drinking arm in arm at night. It smells like being held, and being held down, but not in the ways he’s known with Hydra.

Something deep and old inside his chest rips open and comes out of his mouth in a strange, whimpering moan.

“Tell me you don’t remember this,” the man growls in his ear, then his thick thigh rises between the soldier’s legs, a kick against his instep lifts one of his feet off the ground and a hand on his ass guides his hips so he’s riding that thigh, cock grinding against the junction of the man’s thigh and hip. Another hand on his throat; the grip is firm, bordering on cruel. The man takes nearly all of the soldier's weight onto his thigh and moves the hand from his ass to fist in his hair and jerk his head back. Another whimper wrenches out of him as the man’s mouth crashes down onto his, not to kiss but to bite, painful and wet, pulling his lip away from his teeth. He grabs wildly at the man’s shoulders, starts to twist away but he can’t make himself do it; that grinding leg has him pushing right back like a dog humping its master and something about that…about all of this…

The man’s tongue dives into his mouth and any coherent ideas fly from his mind. There is nothing but sensation. Head forced into a sideways bend to open him for the man’s ravaging mouth. Fingertips and thumb clamped around his throat, making his head light. Fist pulling his hair back, controlling him. Five o’clock shadow scraping his lips raw, the man’s heavy, insistent weight, that scent which is everything he never knew, never thought he needed to know and it’s all so much, it’s cresting, it’s crashing over him—

“Aaah!! Aaaaaahhh!!!”

The man eats the screams out of his mouth as the orgasm takes his whole body in a hurricane blast. He ruts helplessly into the man’s thigh, grinding out every last shudder.

“There’s my boy,” the man grunts, face rooting into the hair behind his ear and thick body pushing him even harder into the wall, panting like he’s just run for miles. The soldier feels the man’s huge, hard cock pressed up against him through their pants. He’s locked into that eternal moment between one breath and another when the man’s voice, rough with hunger, growls against his neck:

“Sir is very happy with you.”

The soldier’s next breath doesn’t come. His eyes fly wide open. Venom, swimming drunkenly inside him on the waves of their orgasm, freezes as well and it’s as though they’ve become no more animated than a photograph. A snapshot in time. Something like warm sleet, if there were such a thing, rains through the soldier’s body from head to toes and turns his legs to water. He can’t hold himself up and the man doesn’t try to help him do it, either; the man controls his fall, putting him on his knees, and this is RIGHT. He BELONGS here. It’s better than a memory; his entire being knows this. He looks up into a face that’s flushed and panting. The man’s eyes have turned wild and dark: an endless ocean filled with starving predators. His rigid, clothed cock is just inches from the soldier’s mouth. The man cradles his face in both hands to gaze down at him, one angled to cup his throat in a gentle reminder of a crueler grip, and the soldier reaches up to hold the backs of the man’s hands with a reverence that shivers down to his very core. The smell of him, his touch, his voice, what he’d said—

Sir. The title dances just behind his tongue.

He doesn’t know what will happen if he says it out loud, only that it will be different than any other time he’s said it; to this man, to the two of them, it means something different.

And I KNOW him.

The soldier’s mouth opens.

Click-clack of metal against metal. The soldier reacts instinctively, twisting into a crouch, ready to spring in any direction as he and the man both swivel toward the sound.

His agent stands there, gun pointed at the man (at Steve) in a two handed grip. He’s shirtless, belt off and his hair dripping wet.

“Back the fuck up, Cap. NOW.”

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The rest of the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31950409/chapters/79128799

#stucky #bucky x steve #bucky barnes x steve rogers #dom/sub #dominant!steve Rogers #dom steve #sub bucky barnes #nff

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stormfall1327 · 4 years

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My half of an art for fic trade with the amazing @newvegasorbust! I hope I did your V as much justice as you did mine! By the way, the plot was completely their idea. I only put it into words. <3 Thank you so much for this trade! Your ideas got me out of a writing rut and your art is incredible! If you haven’t seen the art, check out thier blog or my previous post! You can also find the fic here on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29916810

‘Til the End

Fluff, Angst, Smut, Fem!V/Vik, Nomad V

The sun is beginning to set as V makes her way down the steps to Vik’s clinic. It’s a Thursday night like any other, a meeting of friends to watch old boxing re-runs over a beer (or three). They started this tradition a few months ago after V showed more than a passing interest during one of Vik’s stories about the good ‘ol days. In truth, she couldn’t care less about boxing, but she’d take any excuse to spend more time with the ripperdoc, regardless of what they were doing.

Sliding open the metal gates, she gives Vik a wave and a warm smile and heads back to the worn leather couch to settle in for tonight’s match, letting him finish whatever it is he’s working on. A few minutes later, he rounds the corner and plops down on the couch next to her with a sigh, handing over one of the beers he was carrying.

“Long day?,” V asks as she gratefully accepts the beer and takes a long pull.

“Eh, wasn’t so bad. Just gettin’ tired of these idiot gonks messing with tech they don’t understand and then bringing it to me to fix. Oh, well. Part of the job, I guess. Day’s better now, at any rate,” he says with a small smile, holding up his bottle to her. Her face flushes pink, wide eyes hidden behind her turquoise shades as she raises her own bottle to clink against his.

“So,” she says a little too loudly, “which match are we watching tonight?”

He stands to bring the screen around and set up the program. “Thought we’d hit something a little more recent tonight. Malone vs Hernandez.” Settling back in beside her as the recording starts, he nudges her shoulder and gestures at the screen with his beer. “Pay close attention, now…”

———

The match is full-swing, Vik sitting on the edge of the cushion, yelling at the screen when V feels her holo buzz. She glances down to see a familiar Aldecaldo logo appear.

Panam’s grainy image flickers to life on the screen. “V! It is good that you answered. I need your help. Again.”

V can’t help but laugh. “Of course, Panam! You know I wouldn’t turn down the chance to go on another crazy adventure with you. So, what grand scheme have you cooked up this time?,” she asks, taking another swig of beer.

Panam chuckles warmly. “No, nothing like that this time. I, well, the clan actually, has need of you and your ripper doctor. The one you always gush about.”

V’s face turns bright red and she whips her head around to look at Vik, eternally grateful that he’s still seemingly engrossed in the fight.

“I do not gush,” she hisses, turning her head back to glare at Panam through the screen.

“He is there with you now, yes?”

“Mhmm. Watchin’ boxing re-runs. Kind of a weekly tradition.”

“But you hate—” Panam’s voice is reduced to muffled nonsense as V covers the holo with her hand and quickly stands, smoothing her down her skirt. “Grabbin’ another beer. Getcha one?,” she asks, not quite pulling Vik’s attention away from the screen. He waves a hand at her. “Nah, I’m good, thanks. But hurry back, now. Don’t wanna miss the knock-out.”

“Back in a flash,” she says, making her way over to the mini-fridge across the room.

Once safely out of earshot, she removes her hand from the holo. “Hey! What the hell was that about?,” Panam calls out. V gives her a look over the top of her glasses. “You’re lucky I like you, Panam Palmer. Now what was it that you needed help with?”

“Oh, right! See, our clan’s ripper, Dusty, is being roped into performing surgery on a goddamn Raffen and his life is on the line, V. He’s out of his depth and well, I was hoping that you and Viktor would come out to the camp to help him out.”

“Shit, why didn’t you say so? ‘Course we’ll come. Vik’s the best ripper in NC. He’ll definitely be able to help. When is Dusty suppose to do this surgery?”

“Thank you, V! I knew I could count on you. He’s starting soon. You’ll need to head here right away. I’ll meet you at the edge of camp.” She gives V a nod and closes the link.

Heading back to couch, V stops when she see Vik staring at her, one eyebrow raised. “So, what was that about?”

“That? Oh, just talking to a friend of mine. Say, how would you like to take a nice ride out to the Badlands?”

Vik’s eyebrow just arches higher.

“So, look… I may have told a clan of Nomads about you and I may have also volunteered you to help perform a surgery at their camp. Tonight,” she adds, giving him a sheepish grin and running a hand through her hair.

He huffs out a laugh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I see. And I’m guessin’ I got no say in the matter?” Not that it would make a difference, he thinks. She has no idea how much she’s wrapped herself around his finger. He’d do damn near anything for her; he couldn’t tell her no.

“You always have a say, Vik. I just figured you’d jump at an opportunity like this. And besides, it’ll be nice to get out of the City for a change.”

“Fine, fine. When are we leaving?”

“As soon as you can pack a bag.”

———

It’s nearing nightfall, the desert wind still hot as it blows in through the open windows of V’s Thorton as they make their way to the Aldecaldo camp. Buckled into the passenger seat, much to his initial annoyance, Vik can’t help but marvel at her driving skills. She’s clearly in her element out here, tearing through the desert like it’s an open stretch of highway rather than a bumpy landscape of sand dunes and cacti. Daring a glance over at her, he sucks in a breath at the sight; wind-blown hair skittering across the tops of her shoulders, the low evening light casting her in an almost ethereal glow. She’s smiling again, fingers tapping out the beat of the song on the radio and damn it, if he doesn’t think she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Out here, away from the crushing oppression of the City, she’s vibrant and free and herself and in that moment, he’s smitten. But given everything she’s told him about her past, about her clan and the ultimate betrayal she endured at the hands of someone so close to her, he promised himself he’d keep things professional, for her sake. She needed someone she could trust and if resigning himself to being her ripper and her friend meant securing that trust, then he’d happily keep his feelings to himself.

He’s shaken from his thoughts as they come to a skidding halt at the edge of the Aldecaldo camp. V is out of the car and grabbing his bag before he even has time to unbuckle his seatbelt. Stepping out, he’s met by V and two others, rounding the hood of the car.

The man grabs his hand in a firm shake and lets out a whistle. “Well, hot damn. Didn’t think she’d actually manage to drag you all the way out here. Pleasure to meetcha. Name’s Mitch. This here’s Panam.” He motions behind him and the woman steps forward to shake his hand, as well. “You must be the famous ripperdoc we’ve heard about. V talks about you all the time. It is nice to meet you, Viktor,” she says with a warm smile. Vik laughs, the tips of his ears burning, and he rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “Heh, I dunno about famous, but please, it’s, uh, just Vik.”

“Well, Vik, please follow me. You got here just in time.”

Panam leads the way through the camp, V falling in step with Vik as they make their way to Dusty’s makeshift clinic. Climbing the steps, she places a hand on his shoulder to get his attention and mouths a silent, “Thank you,” offering him a small smile as she hands over his bag which he returns with a nod and a smile of his own. Panam introduces the pair and Vik immediately sets to work, his naturally calm demeanor working wonders on Dusty’s nerves as they discuss the details of the surgery and begin to prep for the Raffen’s arrival.

Panam loops her arm through V’s and clears her throat to get the mens’ attention. “Well, it seems like everything is under control here. We will leave you to it. Good luck!,” she calls, dragging V down the stairs with her.

“Hey! Where are we goin’? What if they need help?”

“You did say that Viktor is the best ripper in Night City, yes? They will be fine, V. Let us go sit by the fire while they work.”

Still holding onto V’s arm, she nudges her toward a log in front of the now sizable campfire and takes a seat beside her.

“So… You do plan to spend some time out here with Viktor tonight, yes?,” she asks, nudging V’s shoulder with her own.

The sounds of Saul arriving with the Raffen echo through the camp.

“I, uh, hadn’t really thought about it,” V says, eyes darting to the ripper’s tent as the man of the hour is hauled onto the operating chair. That was a lie and they both knew it.

“I see. Well, should you decide to give it some thought, there’s a little spot north of here with a great view of the stars. Your man could probably use some… relaxation after this.” Panam waggles her eyebrows and laughs, ducking out of the way of V’s arm as she playfully throws a punch in her direction. She knows exactly the place.

“He’s not my man, Panam. He’s just a friend. A damn good one, at that.” Her words are confident, bolstered by her own laugh, but when she looks over to the tent and sees him, completely in his element and patiently guiding Dusty through the procedure, she falters, her laugh fading away on the soft desert breeze.

“You keep telling yourself that, V,” Panam says as she stands and stretches. “Listen, I have some things I need to take care of around camp. By the looks of things, they should be finished soon. Think about what I said, yeah?” Giving V’s shoulder a squeeze, she heads off into the night.

“Christ, V, if you don’t say somethin’ to him, I will. These mushy puppy-dog eyes make me wanna puke. Hell, even Panam sees it and she’s more oblivious to that shit than you are.” Right on cue, Johnny materializes beside her and lights up a cigarette.

Of all the times… “Can it, Johnny.”

“I’m being serious, V. We both know you’re runnin’ short on time. You just gotta decide if you’re gonna grow some balls and actually do something about it before that clock runs out.”

Her retort died on her tongue. He was right, of course.

“So help me, Johnny, if you show up in the middle of-”

“Easy, killer. I’ll leave you two alone. Scout’s honor.” He lifts his arm in mock salute and winks, blinking out of sight as Vik walks over to stand in front of the fire.

V stands to join him, running a hand through her hair as she tries to keep her cool.

“That was faster than I expected. Everything went well, I take it?”

“Eh, he’ll be fine. Dusty’s a good kid. He doesn’t give himself enough credit; just needed a little coaching, is all. Barely had to get my hands dirty,” he says with a warm smile.

“I’m glad to hear it. I know they’re grateful for your help. And so am I. You didn’t have to come all the way out here to help a group of strangers in the middle of the night.”

“You honestly think I’d turn y- uh, this down?” Her heart skips a beat. “I haven’t been out of the city in years. Plus, the view is incredible,” he says, glancing up at the sky. V seizes the opportunity.

“If you think the view is great here, you should see it from the cliffs. They’re not far, if you want to go. That is, I just figured since we’re out here already-”

“I’d love to.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and grins. “Great! You’re gonna love it.”

———

Ten minutes later, V drives the Thorton up over the last rise of the cliff and slows to a stop, heart thundering in her chest. She hopes he doesn’t notice the tremor in her hands as she turns off the ignition and jumps down onto the red rock below. She meets Vik at the front of the car and leads him up a small incline along the rock face, stopping when she reaches a familiar outcropping of stone. “We’re here,” she whispers.

Leaning back against the rocks, still warm from the sun, Vik lets out a low whistle. “Can’t remember the last time I saw stars like this. It’s a damn shame, really.”

“Probably what I miss the most,” she muses, pocketing her turquoise shades and staring up into the sky.

“Would you ever go back? To living as a Nomad, I mean. The Aldecaldos seem fond of you.”

“Nah. As much as I sometimes hate this city for all the ways it’s fucked me over…” Her hand drifts subconsciously to her neck, fingers idly tracing over the chip slot behind her ear. “There’s too much I’d be givin’ up if I just left. Too many people I’d be leavin’ behind.” He nods in understanding but doesn’t respond.

The silence stretches between them for what feels like an eternity.

“Konpeki.”

“Huh?”

She huffs out a breath. “Konpeki Plaza. The… heist for the Relic. That was the last time I saw Jackie alive and all we did was fight. God, I was so mad at him, actin’ like we were going on a damn picnic instead of stickin’ our necks out for that low-life DeShawn. Then after we got blasted, I yelled at him, Vik. He was bleedin’ out and I fuckin’ yelled at him, blaming him for Bug’s death and for getting us in that mess in the first place. It was wrong and it was awful, but I was so angry. And then he died, right next to me, and there was nothing I could do. He died before I could apologize or even say goodbye. Before he knew how much he meant to me.” She reaches up with a shaky hand and wipes a tear from her face.

Vik lets out a breath and takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “V… I still have nightmares about those ‘Sake bastards breaking to my fucking clinic and taking Jack’s body right out from under me. I shoulda stopped them. I shoulda fought back. But I was pinned to the floor with a gun to my head and I… I was a coward, V. I let ‘em take him and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wish things had turned out differently. That I was stronger. That I’d done more.”

She reaches out to him then and closes her trembling fingers around his own, heart clenching when she feels his hand tighten against her grip.

“It’s not your fault,” she says softly as another tear rolls down her cheek.

“After I died and you told me about the chip, I promised myself that I wouldn’t get close to anyone else without all the cards being on the table. I wanted everything to be up front with no room for guessing or regrets. Panam and Judy are some of the best friends I’ve ever had because of that. But there’s still one person I’ve been holding back from.”

She glances up and meets Vik’s gaze and steadies herself with a breath before turning to face him and reaching for his other hand.

“Vik, I… I just need to you know that I care about you, a lot. I know my time is short, but whatever happens with the Relic, I want you to be part of my life. I’m so damn scared of losing you and I-”

Vik reaches a hand up to cup her cheek and her words catch in her throat.

“V, when I saw, firsthand, the lengths Arasaka would go to recover their “assets”… part of my nightmares were them stealing you, too. Taking you away from me. I’m already powerless to stop whatever’s goin’ on inside your head and that kills me every damn day. I don’t want to lose you.”

She pulls her hand away from his and runs her thumb over his cheekbone.

“Then don’t,” she whispers.

Before V even realizes what’s happening, Vik’s hands are tangled in her hair and his lips are crushed against hers, months of pent up emotion flooding into every movement of his lips and tongue, nearly overwhelming her. She meets him with equal fervor, hands roaming over his chest, kneading the taut muscles with her fingers and enjoying the rumbling groan that she can feel more than hear. She works the buttons of his over-shirt free and pushes it off of his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as she runs her hands over his bare arms, muscles flexing under her touch.

Vik returns the favor, divesting V of her jacket as he breaks the kiss to lick and nip his way down the column of her throat. A shiver races down her spine and she tugs the hem of his tank from his pants, sliding her hands under the fabric to feel his skin. She rolls his nipples between her fingers and he bucks against her, erection straining against the front of his pants and a fresh wave of arousal pools between her legs.

Bracing her hands against his shoulders, she pushes him back, just enough to pull his shirt over his head, before pulling him back into another heated kiss. He’s surprising adept with her corset, undoing it in a matter of moments. Her nipples barely have a moment to react to the cool night air before he pulls one into his mouth, assaulting it with tongue and teeth while the other is pinched and pulled by his skilled fingers. The sensation is too much and V leans against the cliff for support, the rough face of the rock a heady contrast to the slick feel of Vik’s tongue on her breast.

He drops to his knees to place hot, open-mouthed kisses down her belly, hands skimming down her sides to toy with the top of her skirt. He looks up at her then, eyes seeking permission, and all she can do is nod. With a smirk, he pulls her skirt and panties down her legs, nostrils flaring as he catches the scent of her arousal. He braces his left hand on her stomach and slides the tip of his finger back and forth along her soaking cunt, leaning back on his heels to see her. Her head is thrown back, bottom lip caught in her teeth, and a thin sheen of sweat coats her skin. Her heaving chest accentuates her tattoo, the snake wrapped around her breast almost seeming alive as it moves with her breathing.

He pulls his finger away and V whimpers above him.

“Patience,” he grumbles before pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

In one smooth motion, Vik slides his finger into her and wraps his tongue around her clit. V arches off the rock, a harsh moan tearing from her throat as every nerve in her body catches fire. She bucks her hips forward, desperate for more. He adds a second finger, pushing deeper into her heat and hooking his fingers, catapulting V closer to the edge. A few more strokes of his tongue and she’s flying, orgasm soaring through her body as she shakes against the cliff face, Vik’s hand on her stomach the only thing keeping her grounded. He coaxes her through her high before slowly withdrawing his fingers.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous when you cum,” he mutters against her skin.

“Let me return the favor,” she says, running her fingers through his hair. He stands with a grunt and she leans up to kiss him, moaning as he tastes herself on his tongue. She reaches down to undo his pants, palming his dick with an appreciative sigh before sliding them down his hips. He moans as his aching cock springs free and watches as she rearranges their discarded clothes, forming a makeshift blanket on the ground. She sweeps her arm out, gesturing at the pile with a grin. “After you.”

He walks over, lowering himself to the ground and splaying out on his back. V climbs over him, rubbing her wet folds across the length of his dick and drawing a deep groan from his throat. She reaches down, giving him a few languid pumps before lining him up with her entrance.

“I don’t want to lose you, Viktor,” she says, voice shaking as she stares into his eyes.

“Then don’t,” he echoes, grabbing her hips and pushing her down on his length. They moan in unison, finally feeling completed, finally feeling whole. V sets a wicked pace, riding Vik into the sandstone as their sounds of pleasure echo across the Badlands.

The stuttering in his hips tells V he’s close. She’s close, too, that familiar flame lapping at her spine. His head has fallen to the side, but she grabs his chin and forces him to look at her.

“I want you to see stars,” she breathes, angling his head up to the sky. She bears down, her walls clamping hard around him and within a few strokes, he’s shouting at the stars as wave after wave of pleasure shoots through his body. She’s not far behind, crying out in relief as her orgasm crests, riding out her release on his twitching cock.

As their breathing slows, V rolls off of him and snuggles into his side, sighing contentedly when his arm wraps around her waist. They lie there silently for a time, watching the stars sparkle overhead.

“You know I’m here for you, right? Even if I can’t stop the Relic, I’ll always be here to help you, any way I can.”

“I’m here for you, too. ’Til the end.”

He pulls her close and presses a kiss to her forehead. “’Til the end.”

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Play With Fire - part 2

People really seemed to want a sequel to the Geraskier Prison AU drabble I wrote yesterday, and I actually really loved the idea. So I did it, I wrote a sequel. And I will definitely write more cause I’m already loving this.

Title from Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz.

(FYI, if you want to be tagged in the next parts so you get a notification when they come out, let me know! Leave a comment or DM me or send me an ask, or something like that)

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He stands there, frozen in the middle of his bedroom, hand still ghosting the place where his badge should’ve been. He’s not sure what to do - should he go back to the prison immediately and corner Jaskier, demanding his badge back? Or should he wait until the morning? Who knows what the little shit could do in the meantime, though, but if Geralt returns to the prison now, he’s sure to attract attention from the higher-ups, and he’ll have to explain the situation, certainly costing him his job.

He startles out of his thoughts when his phone rings, and something sinks in the pit of his stomach when he sees that it’s his boss. With trembling hands, he picks up, raising the phone to his ear.

“Mr. Palmer, how can I h-”

“One of the inmates has escaped.” Geralt closes his eyes, silently cursing himself as panic and horror wash over him. His boss continues: “And we know he used your badge to escape, since it’s been used after you left.”

“Sir, I-”

“You have five minutes to explain yourself, Rivia.”

Geralt wipes a hand over his face, swallowing thickly. Of course he can’t just say what happened - that would surely get him arrested. After all, getting into sexual situations with inmates is highly illegal, for good reason - cause shit like this might happen. He blinks, trying to come up with a credible story, when he remembers - hazily - the few minutes before... well...

“He was looking for a pencil. A yellow one, he said. He refused to leave, so I made a compromise that if we found the pencil, he would go to the dining room. He must’ve nicked my badge when we were looking for it.”

It’s quiet for a few moments on the other end of the line, and Geralt feels his heartbeat in his throat, hard and fast.

“Look, sir, I am so sorry,” he continues, when the silence becomes unbearable, “I know I screwed up and I take full responsibility, I-”

“Oh, rest assured, Mr. Rivia,” his boss interrupts him, voice cold, “there will be consequences. Later. For now, get your ass back here. We’ve got a prisoner to catch.”

Mr. Palmer hangs up. Geralt sinks down on his bed, head in his hands, as the weight of the situation hits him. Not only is he certainly going to lose his job, and he probably won’t ever find another one after a screw-up of this magnitude, but now there’s also a murderer on the loose in the outside world, and any casualties that may come from that are his responsibility, his fault.

He curses himself for being so stupid, for being so careless. Not only did he fall for the tricks Jaskier played on him, but he also didn’t notice his badge missing until it was way too late. He sighs again, getting up, getting ready to go back to the prison and face what he’s done.

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Four days later, the police find a dead man in a bar, stabbed in the neck with a broken beer bottle. The witnesses describe the murderer as a lean, young man, with brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a wicked grin.

Sure enough, they find Jaskier’s fingerprints on the neck of the bottle.

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Two days after that, Geralt is sitting in an armchair, looking out of the window into the black night, lost in his thoughts.

Though the manhunt has been going on for six days now, they still haven’t found a trace of the prisoner - except for the dead body he left behind. No one seems to have seen him, and it’s almost like he just disappeared into thin air.

And it’s all Geralt’s fault, he knows. He’s sure to face some grave consequences the minute they capture Jaskier - if they capture Jaskier.

He frowns, pulled out of his thoughts when his phone rings. The caller ID simply says ‘unknown number’ and he blinks for a second, unsure of who it could be, before he picks up.

“Geralt Rivia,” he says.

“Good evening, sir.” He freezes, hands going numb, face slack, as he recognizes the voice that drawls into his ear.

“You,” he hisses. “Why are you calling me?”

“Oh, my, I thought you would be happy to hear from me.”

Geralt snarls. “Why the hell would I be happy?”

He can practically hear Jaskier shrug, before he hears a sigh on the other end of the phone. “It gets so lonely out here, you know that?” Another sigh. “I can’t stop thinking about the last time we saw each other.”

“When you stole my fucking badge and ruined my life?” He can’t keep the bite out of his voice. Rationally, he knows that if he sweet-talks Jaskier, he might get a hint about the young man’s whereabouts, but he’s too angry to take that into consideration, right now.

Jaskier sighs again, almost wistfully. “No, when you rutted against me like a wild animal. Too bad we were interrupted, I really would’ve liked to see what would’ve happened if we hadn’t been.”

Geralt closes his eyes, grinding his teeth as he tries to push away the memories of that evening, to suppress the slight arousal that stirs in him. He decides to change the subject.

“That man at the bar. Why’d you do it? Did he recognize you?”

Jaskier chuckles, low and deep. “No, he didn’t. As a matter of fact, I could’ve walked out of there and no one would’ve known that I was there that evening.”

“Then why?”

“He and his friends were talking about my wonderful little escape, and he said that the guard who’d let that happen was a moron. I couldn’t let that slide, of course.”

Geralt frowns, as the words start sinking in. “You killed him because he insulted me?”

“Why, yes,” he can practically hear the grin Jaskier must be wearing right now, “I knew you’d understand.”

“I- No, I don’t ‘understand’. You killed someone.”

“Yes, yes,” Jaskier sounds impatient, as if he doesn’t know what the fuss is about, “I killed someone. But I did it for you.”

Geralt sits there, frozen in his armchair, mind racing yet completely standing still at the same time. “Why? Why for me?”

“Because I love you.” Jaskier says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and Geralt frowns, wiping a hand over his face.

“No, you don’t. Killing for someone is not love. You barely even know me.”

“Don’t I?” Jaskier laughs again, softly, sincerely, voice like smooth silk against Geralt’s skin. “I know you only drink one cup of coffee in the morning because your stomach can’t handle more. I know you take said coffee with a lot of milk and three sugars, because you don’t like the bitter taste. You don’t like spice, either, you have a sensitive tongue. I know you wish you could get a dog, but the days at the prison are too long, and you don’t have the money. I know you’re senstive about the colour of your hair and eyes. I know your favourite colour is blue. I know you like my eyes because of that. I know you’re attracted to me, at the very least, and maybe you love me as well, but I’m not sure of that just yet-”

“Stop it,” Geralt says, face in one hand, the other trembling as he holds the phone to his ear, elbows on his knees.

Jaskier continues, unbothered. “I know you’d fuck me into next week if you had the chance-”

“Enough!” Geralt barks, taking deep, labored breaths. “Enough,” he says again, voice weak.

“Do you believe me now?” Jaskier asks, voice soft, sincere.

“Yes,” Geralt lies. “I believe you.”

“You’re a terrible liar, love.”

“Please,” Geralt whispers, voice laced with the pain and uncertainty he feels in his chest, “please just surrender. Go to the nearest police station, give yourself up. Please.”

Jaskier chuckles again. “I don’t think I will, love. I’m enjoying the outside world too much, and I just don’t feel like being stuck in a prison for the rest of my life.”

“It’s not for the rest of your life.”

“Oh, love, we both know it is. I’ve killed two people now, soon to be three, and we both know they’re never going to let me out, if I give myself up.”

Geralt frowns, lowering his hand from his eyes. “Wait. Soon to be three?”

Jaskier sighs, almost mournfully. “I have to go now, love. Until soon.”

“Wait!” Geralt shouts, panic building in his stomach. “What do you mean, soon to be three? Jaskier!” The phone clicks, and starts beeping incessantly into Geralt’s ear. Jaskier’s hung up.

He resists the urge to throw his phone across the room, laying it on the table next to him, putting his head in his hands.

Soon to be three. The words echo around his mind. Soon to be three.

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Well enough, two days later, the cops find the body of Mr. Palmer, Geralt’s boss, sitting on the couch in his own living room, throat cut, eyes open and unseeing, staring ahead.

They find a little note next to the body, Jaskier’s fingerprints all over it. ‘He won’t be bothering you anymore,’ it says. One of the cops asks Geralt if he knows what it means.

Geralt lies and says that he doesn’t.

He later finds out that Mr. Palmer never told anyone that Jaskier used Geralt’s badge to escape. Though, he knows it won’t be long until someone else finds out, knows he’ll get fired and probably arrested at some point, now that there are two people dead because of his inattention.

Someone else will figure out what happened, he knows, and Geralt dreads the day Jaskier finds out who it is.

#geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #play with fire #prison au #shits getting intense now huh #either way i loved writing this #don't worry there will be smut soon #lots of it #cw blood #cw murder

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tabithasfantasies · 4 years

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The Ride

Part 4

It must’ve been about 3am when I heard a truck door close waking me from my sleep. As I lay there on the couch I watch Howard come through the door and walk over to me. Without saying a word he picks me up in his arms and whispered in my ear “let’s go to bed babygirl.” Setting me down softly on the bed I roll over and watch as he strips down and climbs into bed with me. I snuggle up against him on my side looking at him as I lay my head onto his chest. He gently grabs my ass and pulls me tightly against him. Keeping his hand on my ass as we fall asleep with me feeling a state of love,happiness and fulfillment.

Waking up the next morning knowing it would be my last day with him for awhile I wanted to make it special. Easing out of bed I head into the kitchen and looking through the refrigerator and cupboards I found what I needed to prepare a nice breakfast of french toast,bacon and eggs. I start the coffee maker as I begin cooking. Twenty minutes later coffee and breakfast was ready. Setting our plates on the table I head back into the bedroom to wake him up. Nibbling on his ear while rubbing his chest I whisper “good morning my love” as his eyes open I lead him into the kitchen still buck naked. Now seated at the table we ate in silence as we gazed into each other’s eyes. After breakfast i took some of the now cool bacon grease and smeared it between my ass cheeks and into my love hole. Walking over to him I grabbed his limp cock guiding him to his feet as I lead him out of the cabin.

Now outside on the porch I sit him on a chair and kneel taking his cock into my mouth. Slowly sucking his massive meat rod. He quickly grows hard and I begin to sensually deep throat him going as deep as I could without gagging. Howard is now moaning as I continue my slow assault on his cock. “I’ve got to have you baby” as he pushed me off spinning me around and bending me over the porch railing. Spreading my ass cheeks he begins to lick my boipussy. I’m now hard and my clitty is dripping precum. He continues this for a few minutes until he stands up from the chair. He nestles his cock against my love entrance and slowly slides inside of me. I let out a squeal in pleasure and as I look out into the yard I see a couple deer watching us in our rut. Howard takes his time deep stroking me. We both begin to moan an groan. As Howard begins to pick up the pace the strokes become more shallow but are hitting me right on my prostate. I begin to shake violently all over and I scream out “I’m cumming daddy” he grips my hips tightly and continues at the same pace. Falling limp from such a powerful orgasm he slaps my ass “who’s your daddy” you are,you are I reply. Now he’s fucking me as hard as he can saying “take this cock babygirl” I’m screaming in pleasure fuck me daddy,fuck me daddy as I feel his cock swell inside of me my body again begins to tremble as he pushes in balls deep and explodes inside of me my whole body locks up squeezing every drop of cum out of him with my climax. He falls back into the chair in exhaustion pulling me with him still impaled on his cock.This causes him to get even deeper making me cum a third time. With us both wore out we sat there with his meat buried in me for a half hour recovering from our lovemaking.

Climbing off of his lap he slaps my ass and tell me I’m going to be the death of him but what a way to go. I head back inside and as I’m running my bath water he tells me “no time for that get ready we need to be at the clubhouse by noon.” So I fix my makeup and look through the closet to find something to wear. I find a pair of blue jeans with an upside down heart shaped cut out in the back. Now to find a top to go with the pants. I find a red leather teddy with lace up sides and a thong back that I settled on. I squeezed into the teddy with my DD breast forms stuffing the cups and creating cleavage. I had Howard pull the side laces tighter enhancing my figure. I then slipped on a pair of thigh high stockings before pulling on the blue jeans. Lastly I put on my red stilettos. The jeans fit perfectly and really accented my ass marvelously. While admiring myself in the mirror Howard presents a wig, it’s jet black and styled into a nice loosely braided ponytail. I try it on and I love it. Next he take a leather wrap and snaps it around the ponytail. He turns me around and kisses me on the forehead and says”babygirl you’re such a vixen but I’ve got one more thing I need you to wear.” Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a metal tag shaped like a cannon and attached it to my collar. He then slaps my ass and says “let’s ride”

After riding for about half an hour we pulled up to a closed down five and dime store with blacked out windows. Outside must have been thirty motorcycles with two club members watching over them. We parked and as we were heading inside one of the guards asked “so who’s the hottie there Howitzer” to which he replied “ Tabitha but she also goes by Vixen.” I feel the eyes upon me as we walk past and I hear one say “damn that’s one sweet ass.” Now inside I find it is decorated with sofas,tables and a bar. He leads me over to the bar and sits me on a barstool. A sexy redhead comes and he orders himself a bottle of Coors and I ordered a Jack and Coke. Once the drinks came he kissed me and left me alone at the bar. I watched as he headed into a back room until I heard hello I’m Cindy but they call me cinnamon. It was the barmaid I replied “hello I’m Tabitha but Howitzer told the guys outside that I go by Vixen.” She told me to “stand up and slowly turn around in a circle” so I did and then she told me that “Vixen fit me because that’s what I am.” We continued to chat with minor interruptions as she also worked the bar. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw my wife naked as a jaybird except for a collar being lead on all fours around the clubhouse on a leash with her handler announcing blowjobs $10 pussy $20 and ass $25.

I watched as man handed over $25 to her handler afterwards he dropped his pants and shoved his cock into her ass dry making her scream in pain as he fought to bury his average size cock into her. I was hard watching this seeing her being sold and abused. Tears were running down her face as he fucked furiously into her being cheered on by the crowd. Another biker approached her handler and gave him a ten dollar bill and pulled his big cock out and grabbed her head and began face fucking her. My wife’s face is now covered in black streaks from her mascara running as she is being fucked hard from both ends. The biker fucking her ass came first. He immediately pulled out and wiped his tool clean with her ass cheeks. It didn’t take much longer until a biker paid twenty to get at her pussy. He laid on the floor and made her ride him. He had a small dick and she easily took him in. Now in this position she was better able to satisfy the cock in her throat by using her hands too. It didn’t take long before he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face and in her hair. There was now a line of bikers waiting to get at my wife. I felt an arm around my waist it was Howitzer. “Like the show he asked?” “That’s my wife” I replied. Keep your cool he whispered as he guided me into the back room.

Once inside I was introduced to three members who were seated at a table. It was the chapter President Mad Dog,Vice President Knuckle Head and secretary Splitter. I was told to take a seat so I sat down. Once seated Mad Dog explained why I was there. It was an investigation into the fight last night. He asked for my version of the events so I spoke up and said “we had came home and found an orgy going on in the living room Howitzer asked once for them to break it up but they kept fucking so he took his foot and nudged one guy off of the girl again saying break it up” Mad Dog says to continue to the part of Howitzer striking Birdman. So I continue “all of the guys jump up and put on their clothes when one of them said but you used to be ok with this and Howitzer replied yes but there’s a new lady of the house referring to me. That’s when Birdman says and I quote “fuck you and your bitch” Howitzer squared up to him and asked him what did you say. Birdman repeated what he said but this time called Howitzer an impotent old man. So Howitzer punched him once knocking him out.” With this Mad Dog dismissed me from the room.

Now out in the main part of the clubhouse I find my wife taking not one but two cocks in her pussy and one in her ass. She was orgasming one after another until she passed out from exhaustion. The bikers continued to fuck her until they busted their nuts in her or on her. I watched as her handler sold her again for $25 to a small biker. He walked over to her and stripped revealing a massive cock of 13” and rolled her onto her stomach. Grabbing her by her hair he slams his cock into her making Jennifer scream like a banshee. He pulls her hair harder making he arch her back as he began to fuck her. He’s now 10”deep and she’s crying in pain “please stop no more please stop I’ll suck you off.” The crowd starts chanting “Meat” over and over again as he fucks my wife. After about 15 minutes he pulled out moved to Jennifer’s face and emptied his balls all over her face. Her handler tugs at her leash and leads her into a dog kennel and she passed out in it.

I turn around to find Howitzer standing behind me.”So is Jen the chapter party slut really your wife?” He asked. Yes unfortunately I replied. “Great lawyer she is even gets the guys off outside of the courtroom.” Wanting to change the subject I asked “and how did your trial go daddy” he said “fine Birdman was denying the disrespect but your testimony helped seal his fate.” And that is I asked. “Well he got put on probation and has to do 500 hours of club service.” So did you get jealous from seeing your wife get gangbanged he asked. I replied “not jealous but excited” he then told me I could do it too if wanted it. I assured him by grabbing his package through his jeans and saying “this is all the cock I need,now let’s have another drink.” Sitting at the bar sipping my drink I ask “daddy when can you take me home” anytime you’re ready he replied. I finished my drink and daddy lead me to his chopper and rode me home. Now in front of my house we say our goodbyes and he tells me he wished that I could stay with him. I told him I’d be back at his place before next weekend. Following me up to my house we passionately made out for a few minutes until I pulled him inside ripped down his pants and sucked his cock one more time for the road. He came quickly this time filling my mouth with his sweet cum which I swallowed all of. Pulling me to my feet we kissed again. And he said “i love you and need you by next weekend you promise “ I replied “I love you too daddy and I promise.” He then walked out the door as I watched him ride off into the night.

The end

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hornsbeforehalos · 5 years

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Waste Love: Part Four

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Alcohol and Drug Use, Language, Violence, Smut, Slow Burn, ANGST OUT THE ASS. A/N: Smut warning in effect this chapter. If you are under the age of 18 you shouldn’t even be on my blog, btw.

Tiffany hadn’t said anything back. She simply left.

Colson had known what telling her how he felt would cause. He’d known better, and he did it anyway because he had to make her understand. She refused to answer any of his phone calls, and he spent the next few weeks as they traveled from city to city thinking he’d done the one thing he was trying to avoid- ruining their friendship.

Colson knew she’d made it back to Los Angeles. Even though she was ignoring him, she wasn’t ignoring her brother, and while Rook was thoroughly pissed off at him for saying whatever he said to piss her off, he could tell something wasn’t right with his friend.

“Dude, just go talk to her when we get back. You know she can’t stay mad at you forever.” JP chuckled as he handed the blunt ot Colson before taking a swig of his beer. They were on the way home for a break in the tour, and everyone was excited to get some time off.

“Don’t think it’s gonna work like that, dog.” Colson replied with a heavy sigh, shaking his head in shame at the pain and hurt that had crossed her face before she walked out the door.

“The fuck you even say to her?” Rook asked, his brows furrowing as he took the blunt back.

“You don’t wanna know, bro” Colson replied, looking up to his best friend with an expression in his eyes that couldn’t be explained, “But I’m pretty sure she’s never gonna talk to me again.”

Cocking an eyebrow at the blonde man in front of him, Rook took a step back, hitting the blunt while eyeing Colson suspiciously, “The fuck you say to my sister, Kels?”

Colson knew that tone of voice, and knew JP wasn’t going to let it go until he knew what put such a wedge between himself and Tiff. Colson took a deep drag from the Backwood, rotating it in his fingers for a moment before he exhaled with a deep sigh. The smoke from his lungs clouded around his face, making it easier to get out the confession. “I tol’ her I loved her.”

“You what?” Andre spoke up from his place on the couch. Colson hadn’t been aware that the man was awake and listening to their conversation. Andre sat up, his eyes instantly locking onto Colson’s with a look that said ‘Are you out your fucking mind?’

Colson looked back over to Rook, who was leaning against the counter with an unreadable expression. Colson squinted his left eye closed, preparing to get punched in the face for what he’d just said.

The assault never came, however, but he knew Rook was even more pissed off at him before. The drummer crossed his arms and squinted at Colson, his stare cold and calculated, “You think you can say that shit just so you could fuck, dude?”

“I told her that so she knew we couldn’t, actually. Look, I ain’t tryna hurt her. It’s not like I can handle being in a relationship right now.” Colson responded with a sigh, covering his face with his hands as he hung his head, “Last thing I wanna do is hurt her.”

“So you told her you love her but that you don’t wanna be wit’ her. No fuckin’ wonder she’s so pissed, dog. The hell is wrong with you?” Andre asked, tilting his head to the side as his face covered in confusion.

“Man, it ain’t even like that. She don’t even feel the same.” Colson argued, looking between Rook and Andre before hanging his head.

“Man, you really are fuckin’ stupid.” Andre responded, a sarcastic laugh spilling out, “That girl got it bad for you, bro..”

“The fuck you mean?” Colson asked, confused.

“Bro,” Andre started, giving him that ‘out of your mind’ look again before looking to JP, “She didn’t even let ol’ dude hold her hand in public, but how many pictures she got of you and her on her Instagram?”

“And? The fuck does that have to do with anything?”

Andre and JP shared a look to each other, the same expression pronounced on their faces before they returned their stares to Colson. Instead of saying anything, though, the two men just shook their heads.

“You need to talk to her, dude. Go see her when we get home.” Andre insisted, standing up from his seat and stretching as the bus came to a halt outside of a gas station.

Tiffany sighed as she heard the front door open, knowing it had to be the guys getting in finally. She prayed that Colson had went straight back to his house instead of coming over, but the sound of his voice echoing down the hall said her efforts had been in vain. She stayed in her bedroom, not wanting to see him and hoping that he wouldn’t go looking for her.

It took about ten minutes before there were knuckles rapping on the other side of her door, and she internally groaned at the cadence, knowing exactly who it was. She stayed still and silent, wishing on anything that he would just go away, but she knew better.

“Tiff, I know you’re in there. Open the door,” Colson said, his muffled voice bleeding through the wood.

“Go away.”

Instead of listening to her, he simply opened the door. She mentally scolded herself for leaving it unlocked while sitting up in bed, curling her legs up to wrap her arms around them.

“What do you want, Colson?” She asked pointedly, her hazel eyes meeting his as he leaned against the desk beside him. She could tell he was being cautious, and while she knew she needed to hear what he had to say, she knew it was just going to hurt her more.

“Can I sit down?” He asked, nodding to the end of her mattress. She nodded her head and watched him come forward, perching himself on the side of her bed with his elbows resting on his knees.

“I’m sorry.” Colson finally admitted, turning his face to meet her gaze. She shrugged in response but stayed quiet, silently willing the tears away that were already threatening to make an appearance.

“I meant what I said, Tiff.” He continued, serious tone to his voice as she looked away. He twisted his body and reached for her, his long finger tips wrapping around her ankle. Her eyes moved to his hand before back to his face, a single tear spilling over involuntarily as she shrugged her shoulders in mock disinterest.

“It’s fine, Kels. I’m good.”

“You don’t look like it’s fine,” He responded sincerely, moving even closer to her, “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“That’s all you have to say?” He questioned, brows furrowing as he searched her face for answers.

“What am I supposed to say, Colson? You made it clear that nothing can happen.” She replied with a sniffle, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her hoodie, “I think it’s better this way, anyway.”

“What way?”

“Me not working for you. You don’t want your feelings to get in the way of anything, and I get that. Since I am the cause of those feelings, it’s probably best if I walked away now.” She answered, standing up from the bed and pulling herself out of Colson’s grasp. She walked over to her mirror and fiddled with something on her dresser, refusing once again to make eye contact with him.

“Wha- Tiff, that’s not what I want at all.” Colson said, shaking his head in frustration, “I don’t want you to get hurt, not out of my life.”

“Since when do you care if any girl you’re with gets hurt or not, Kels? Hmm?” She countered, rounding on him. Her eyes flashed with anger, more tears bubbling over and falling down her face, “I’ve watched you with Amber, with Ashley, with everyone you dated for the past seven fucking years. You don’ even give a fuck about your baby mama. What makes me so different? Just because I’m Johnny’s sister?”

“No, God damnit,” Colson started, but Tiffany wouldn’t let him finish.

“Or is it because you know that you’ll find someone better? Huh? Find someone who doesn’t get on your nerves, doesn’t fight with you when you’re wrong? Because you know that in the end you’ll be done with me and instead of throwing me in the trash like the rest of them, you’ll be stuck dealing with me?”

“Tiff-”

“Or could it be that you actually believe all the bullshit that the tabloids spew, or the fans, how I must hang around just because I can use you to my advantage? You know, my followers on Twitter sure have gone up since you posted that picture-”

“Will you shut the fuck up!?” Colson suddenly boomed, standing from the bed and crowding around her. She looked up at him with defiance colored irises, her fists back balled at her sides, waiting to strike. “It ain’t none of that shit.”

“Then what, Colson, please fucking tell me.” She seethed, narrowing her lids at him as her jaw clicked.

Instead of answering her and giving her time to come up with another remark, Colson did the one thing he’d been wanting to do since he confessed his feelings for her.

He grabbed the sides of her face and crashed his lips into hers.

She tried to shove him away, but he wouldn’t let her, just pulled her closer to him until she finally caved and wrapped her arms around his waist. His lips parted as hers did the same, their tongues finding each other in a dance for dominance that left him breathless. A whimpering moan left her throat as he moved his hand to her neck, and he gently pulled his mouth from hers to stare into her eyes.

“You’re different because you’re you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman and you scare the hell out of me.” He whispered, searching her face for a moment before continuing, “I’m scared that I’m gonna fuck it up like I do with everything else.”

She couldn't think of anything to say, so she pulled him in for another kiss. His hands moved down her body to the back of her thighs as he hoisted her up his body, her legs wrapping around his narrow waist as he laid her back down onto the mattress. This time there was no stopping them as they rutted into each other, their clothing falling to the floor in a forgotten pile.

Her skin was as smooth as silk as his calloused fingertips trailed over it, leaving goosebumps in their wake across her chest and stomach. His mouth encased her nipple, enticing a moan from her lips as her fingers carded through the short spikes of his hair. His cock jumped against her thigh at the sound, his own groan sending vibrations through her body.

She pulled his mouth back to her own as she rocked her hips into his, her wetness dragging across his shaft and stimulating friction across her clit. His fingers found her folds, pushing inside her. She gasped and undulated off the mattress, his teeth pulling on her bottom lip when he pulled away. Colson sat back on his haunches between her thighs, his gaze burning her as he watched his fingers twist.

“So fuckin’ wet, Tiff.” He breathed, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing small circles over her hood. He was answered with another moan as he pumped himself with his other hand, her bright eyes watching him as she writhed.

“Need you, Cols,” She gasped as he crooked his fingers, finding her g spot as his thumb continued it’s work on her clit. She rocked her hips against his hand, her own fingertips finding her nipples and pinching them.

“You got me, babygirl,” He promised, leaning back over her to give her another kiss before pulling his hand away. He smirked at the whine of loss before he fisted his cock again, dragging the head through the creamy folds and circling her clit with it.

He pushed into her slowly, reveling in the tightness and heat as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. Her mouth hung open in a silent groan, her eyes rolling back into her head when their hips finally met.

“God damn,” He huffed, pushing his face into her neck as his hands wound themselves through her violet locks. His lips molded to her pulse point as he attempted to control himself. If he didn’t calm down this was going to end a lot sooner than he wanted.

“Cols, please,” She begged, grinding her hips against him in an attempt to get him to move. He exhaled slowly as he pulled out of her before pushing back in, the motion sending electricity through their bodies in a surge.

“Fuck, Tiff. Shit. So fucking good.” He breathed, his forehead pressed into her chest as he began to thrust slowly in and out of her, “I ain’t ever had pussy like this.”

He could feel her muscles faintly contracting against his thickness already, and he let out a sigh of relief knowing that she was just as desperate for this as he was.

“Fuck me, Colson. Hard.” Tiffany demanded, her nails finding his back and digging in as she drug them across his flesh. Instantly obeying her order, Colson untangled his hands from her hair and raised himself up on his arms before unleashing on her.

The headboard knocked against the wall in time with his brutal pace, their words and sighs filling the room as they fucked each other. Colson could feel the squeezes of her insides getting tighter and tighter, the string holding her orgasm back pulling itself until it finally snapped. She wailed for him, gasped for him, shook for him as she came undone on his cock, the flood of wetness driving the man absolutely insane. He continued his assault on her until he couldn’t take it anymore, yanking himself out of her just in time to paint her dark tattooed stomach with white.

He collapsed beside her, chest heaving as he caught his breath. She reached over and grabbed a shirt from the floor, wiping up his mess before rolling over to look at him. His arm was laying across his forehead, eyes closed while his breathing slowed. After a moment he peeked at her out of the corner of his eye, small smirk peeling across his lips.

“That’s not how I expected this conversation to go at all.” He chuckled before moving his arm and rolling over to face her, his hand cautiously finding her hip as he licked his lips.

“That’s an understatement.” Tiffany giggled, her smile bright and genuine for the first time in weeks.

He leaned over and kissed her, his hand squeezing her hip before he pulled away to stare into her eyes, the honey colored irises making him feel like nothing ever before.

“So what are we doing, Kels?” She finally asked, raising an eyebrow as she let her finger trace the lines of the letters on his chest.

Colson sighed deeply, running his hand up her arm from her hip, his eyes searching for something in her face, “I dunno, Tiff.”

“I’m not going to be another whore, you know that, right?” She questioned.

“You never have been, baby.” He assured, tangling his legs into hers.

“I want you to understand that I know you, Cols. I have expectations on how this is going to go.”

His brow furrowed as he recoiled from her slightly, confusion returning, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.” She replied, cocking her head to the side.

“You still think-” He started, but stopped to pull away from her more, hurt crossing his face, “I haven’t been the asshole in every relationship I’ve ever been in, Tiffany. I treat hoes like hoes because that’s what they are-hoes. You’re not. It’s different with you.”

“I hope so, Colson.” She nodded, looking down to where her hand was still covering his heart, “I really hope so.”

“Look, let’s just be us, okay?” Colson returned, pulling her into his chest to encase her in his arms, “Let me show you.”

Nodding again, her lips found his skin, as she replied, “Okay.”

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doubledeaky · 5 years

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Dirty Dancing

John Deacon x Female!Reader Smut

A/N: This was inspired by a particularly saucy scene in my favourite movie, “Dirty Dancing,” (obviously) and smooth 60s jams. If you’d like to fully immerse yourself, I will link the songs that coincide with this fic right here. Hope you all enjoy! As always, feedback is very much appreciated! -m:)

Summary: John had a pretty rough day at the studio but you know just what to do to cheer him up. After all, who doesn’t love to dance after a long day?

Word Count: 2,068 words

Warnings: smut (18+ please!), unprotected sex (stay safe, kids!) and cursing

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“John?” You call out cautiously, knocking softly against the Cherrywood slab that separates you. No answer.

You huff, running a hand over your tired face and composing yourself before knocking again.

“Can I come in?” You ask softly, pressing your body against the door, left ear searching for any audible sound.

John had slammed the door behind him when he’d arrived home earlier this evening, his shoes scuffing harshly against the floor as he turned the corner into your shared bedroom. You had been sat on the couch, head in a book when he entered. You sighed softly when he threw the bedroom door shut without acknowledging you, portraits and paintings hung on the wall shaking from the force. Behavior like this from John was exceptionally rare, so his abrupt actions startled you momentarily. You immediately assumed he’d had a rather tough day and stood instantly to comfort him, tossing your book down onto the leather couch and hoping he’d be inclined to talk. Now here you were, head resting idly against the door, tapping your dark blue nails against the wood and waiting for any semblance of a response from your boyfriend.

After about two minutes, you hear a faint shuffling then heavy, dragging footsteps approach the door. You step back, biting the nail of your pinky, anticipating John’s next move. He unlocks and opens the door wordlessly, returning to the king-sized bed sluggishly and burying his face into his hands. You frown, the usual jovial energy of the shared bedroom now eerily sullen. You enter with your hands clasped behind your back, slowly sitting next to your seemingly distraught boyfriend. You sigh drearily, bringing your left hand up to rub soothing circles over the tense muscles of his back. John relaxes minutely, moving his head from his hands to rest upon your shoulder. You grin sadly, leaning your cheek atop his mound of curls.

“Wanna talk about it?” You question in a silken tone, your sweet voice urging him to disclose the source of his anguish. The hand once running over his shoulder blades now carding through his curls is also convincing.

He huffs in what you determined was exhaustion, his hand settling on your clothed thigh before clearing his throat of hoarseness.

“Just a stressful day at the studio. Feeling overwhelmed.” He mumbles simply, right hand fiddling with the hem of your skirt as he speaks.

You hum in acknowledgement, pulling him closer with a gentle hand on his shoulder and pressing a chaste kiss to his clenched jaw. He exhales evenly, your silent reassurance melting away any previous anxiety with ease. Your delicate touch relaxing him with little effort.

“Understandable.” You reply, rocking him softly back and forth in your arms.

“Especially considering you work with a pack of wild dogs.” You joke, pulling him impossibly close as he giggles sweetly at your seemingly enduring positivity.

He sits up, taking your face in his trembling hands and pressing a delicate kiss to your smiling lips. Your smile widens, pearly whites blinding him momentarily and you cover his hands with your smaller ones.

“Thank you.” He whispers, grin taking up the majority of his angular features, giving him a childlike glow. You run the pads of your fingers softly against the swell of his left cheekbone, the gesture bringing a heated blush to John’s skin.

“No need.” You smile, glancing over to the record player sat silently in the corner. You smirk and turn to him, gesturing towards the green Victrola with a quick nod to the left.

“Just dance with me.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him to his full height. He smiles, leaving your touch momentarily to carefully queue up a few of his favorite 45s.

The player spits static momentarily as John fiddles with the knob. Then, music pours into the room, surrounding you both in its embrace. You smirk knowingly once your brain recognizes the lyrics sounding from the speakers, shutting your eyes to immerse yourself in the music alone.

When your baby leaves you all alone

He saunters towards your swaying form, an effortless confidence to his movements. He grabs your hand, bringing it up to spin you slowly then pulling you into him. You giggle, hands immediately splaying across his toned chest, his gripping your hips then linking around your waist. He pulls you closer; your hips now flush against his as you both sway to the smooth, steady rhythm swirling throughout the room.

And nobody calls you on the phone

Your hands travel slowly up his sternum, brushing against his clavicle before coming up behind his head where you lace them together, tethering yourself to him. He grins, humming along idly to the song, his hands on your lower back guiding your movements to the beat with a practiced grace. You giggle as he dips you unexpectedly, the action sending a fluttering sensation through your stomach. He smiles, your laughing expression an image he’d like to remember forever. His ringed hand the moves to grip the underside of your thigh, hiking it over his hip then dipping you lower, your extended neck exposed to his lips, which press kisses to the delicate skin there without hesitation.

Don’t you feel like crying?

The sensation of his lips, his cologne wafting pleasantly in the surrounding air, the grip he has on your thigh, and his clothed cock brushing against your core is over whelming and you moan without restraint, hands gripping his muscular shoulders.

Don’t you feel like crying?

“You’re so good to me.” He mumbles, speech muffled as he continues working his lips against your throat. You release a whimper, your hips involuntarily grinding against him as he continues to sway. His hands boldly place themselves on your ass, only pressing you further against his growing erection. You whine, fingers tightening their grip on his shoulders.

Well, here I am, my honey

“See what you do to me?” He whispers, hands coming up from your ass to untuck and remove your blouse. He groans at the sight of your chest, quickly pressing chaste kisses to the swell of both your breasts. You turn and pull him impatiently towards the bed, eager to feel him.

C’mon, cry to me

“Impatient, are we? The song’s not even over.” He taunts, hands moving to unlatch your bra. It may not be over, but you don’t hear it, your mind only registering the sound of John’s voice.

“Just trying to help you relieve some stress.” You smirk, head still clear enough to respond with your usual wit. He laughs, fingers skillfully unhooking the clasp of your bra and discarding it accordingly.

“So beautiful.” He breaths, hands cupping your breast gently as he presses an intense kiss to your parted lips. You moan, moving your hips against his lap with a desperate haste. He hums, rutting his hips up to provide the both of you with much needed friction. You grasp at the material of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. He picks up on your silent request and quickly discards his top, sitting up to wrap his arm around you.

“God, John.” You gasp when a particular hard brush against your core sends a glowing shockwave through your lower stomach.

“What do you need, my love? Tell me.” He demands, hand dipping below the hem of your skirt.

“You’re fingers, please.” You whine, his hand already skimming the length of your thigh. You cry out as he presses two fingers to your throbbing clit, your head falling into the crook of his neck.

“So, fucking wet.” He groans, wasting no time before moving your underwear aside and running his pointer finger through your folds.

“Fuck.” You sob, grinding against his finger in a desperate attempt to relief the tension in your gut. He prematurely removes his finger from you, bringing it to his parted lips and tasting you, lust-blown eyes never leaving yours.

“So sweet.” He whispers, his hand dropping to unbuckle and remove his belt. You in turn remove the remainder of your clothing. His stoic gaze shifts to that of pure admiration, grey eyes drinking in your naked form.

“Fuck, I’m so lucky.” He breaths, gesturing for you to rejoin him. You giggle, climbing back onto his lap, your hand palming him gently through his jeans. He hisses, finally feeling the intense pressure in his stomach relax. You’re quick to remove his pants, only one layer now separating you from him. You decide to tease him though, only giving him an occasional amount of friction between heated kisses. He whines, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

“No more teasing, dove.” He growls, flipping you effortlessly onto your back and cupping your heat.

“Fuck, John.” You moan, rutting your hips against his palm, hands gripping the sheets behind your head.

“You look so fucking pretty like this.” He mumbles, removing his boxers as he presses sloppy kisses to your breasts.

“Please.” You whisper, breathy and light. He doesn’t hesitate to push into you gingerly, his cock entering in one long stroke. You both groan in unison and you squirm beneath him, silently begging him to just move. He does, snapping his hips up into yours, the angle drawing a needy moan from your lips. You grip his arm, the muscle rippling beneath the skin, the purpose of his movements evident in the way his body displays his efforts.

“Faster.” You breathe, and he complies immediately, increasing his pace to a speed that has you seeing bright, pearly stars, the coil within in you so close to snapping.

He’s beautiful above you, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, your name falling from his lips like a mantra; it’s beautiful. You grip the sides of his face, bringing his lips to yours in a kiss that holds more meaning than the word itself can provide.

“I love you.” You whisper, the air from your lungs scarce, the intensity of his thrust stealing all oxygen from your body.

“I love you too.” He says, thrusts growing sloppy, indicating he’s close. You grip his shoulders, lacing your legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly close.

“Gonna cum, John.” You pant, head thrown back into the pillows behind you.

“Let go, love. I’ve got you.” He whispers, and you give in to your orgasm, your body racked with spasms, walls clenching around John’s cock violently.

“Shit.” He breaths, the sight of you in ecstasy and the feeling of you sotight around him overwhelming every nerve ending in his body. You bring him close, lips millimeters from his ear.

“Give it to me, John. Let go.” You pant, voice thick with lust. He groans, hips stuttering as he spills into you. You smile lazily, watching his features contort and then relax as he finishes. His movements eventually still and he pulls out gently with a huff, sitting back onto his heels and running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Fuck.” He breaths out, still attempting to catch his breath, all the while appreciative of the sight before him. Your laid out, arms stretch gracefully above your head, eyes hooded, and lips parted. The point-coital afterglow evident on your sweat-sheathed skin. Your beautiful, breathtaking under the dull, orange glow of the bedside lamp. John smiles, completely entranced by you and you alone.

“Right?” You giggle, stretching your arms above your head, suddenly feeling fatigued from this evening’s activities. He smiles fondly down at you, moving from the bed to grab a damp washcloth. He emerges from the bathroom, still naked and still smiling.

“It’s gonna be cold.” He says, cleaning you gently, features pulled in concentration.

You jump, still sensitive from your intense orgasm. He finishes, leaning back to admire his work before tossing the cloth to the floor, immediately collapsing onto the bed next to you. You turn to him with a sleepy smile, placing a hand over his cheek. He grins, eyes closed as he leans into your delicate touch, savoring it.

“Thank you.” He repeats, bringing an arm around you to pull your body flush to his. You grin, snuggling into his protective hold.

“Anytime, bub. You know I love to dance.” You quip, voice laced with sleep. He laughs, eyes still closed delicately. John presses a featherlight kiss to your temple and relaxes into the mattress, you in his arms and a record still spinning softly in the corner.

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