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melliemell · 29 days ago

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Pairing: Fyodor x f!reader

Contents: NSFW, implied first time for reader, fingering (reader receiving), gentleness and comforting with fyodor 101, implied vaginismus for reader if you squint, sprinkled fluff as well, Approx 1.5k words.

“Come on, don’t forget to breathe now.”

You blinked, feeling your breath hitch again. Fyodor’s voice was like a distant thought even though his body was flush against yours. Nothing really registered, except the steady rhythm of his hand, fingers slick with your liquids as they brushed against your inner walls.

You searched for Fyodor’s gaze, finding him concentrated, eyebrows drawn as he hovered slightly over your lying form. He was being careful with you, you knew that, but it still left a sense of not good enough even as you spread your legs wider, tried to ease your muscles into the mattress– yet you still felt the unyielding clench of your pussy, completely not relaxed.

It felt good. It really did. But it was taking so long and it wasn’t supposed to be like that, right? Fists clenched into the sheets, you hid your face into Fyodor’s chest.

“Easier said than done… I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Hmm?” Fyodor glanced at you. “Come now, you’re overthinking again.”

He leaned down, resting his chin on your head. His fingers slowed, curving into your sweet spot as he worked on massaging it. It helped, the pleasure building even more as you struggled to blank out your brain. It wasn’t fair. You should be showing him how you felt, but instead, all you could manage was to huddle up deeper against him, seeking out as much skin contact as possible.

You trusted him.

But you never expected it to be this overwhelming.

Fyodor’s lips brushed your temple. “You’re doing good. I’m in no hurry.”

“Yeah, but I am. This sucks.”

Fyodor smiled softly, his hot breath grazing your ear. “So harsh. Am I that disappointing?”

You bit back a groan of pleasure, back arching as the bastard curved his fingers again. The slight pain was still there, yes, but duller with every slow thrust, every gentle kiss against your cheek, eyelid, nose, lips. You were melting, breathing hard as the pressure in your belly increased, building up closer and closer to your release.

You’ve never been this wet in your life, the sound of it so lewd you could practically feel the blush spread on your face and chest. At some point, Fyodor had added another finger in; you don’t remember when that happened.

Fyodor’s fingers spread your slick with every stroke, giving attention to your clit ever so often, making you bite into your lower lip hard, sounds muffled in your struggle.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Fyodor’s voice was even, composed.

It irked you how at ease he sounded, a complete contrast to your current state. But that thought all but dispersed as you focused on him, eyes going wide with the sight. Fyodor raised a questioning brow, smile still in place as you locked gazes. The lightest of flushes coated his skin, clear white tinted by soft pink all the way down his neck. You knew he found you attractive, but– his pupils were blown wide, taking all of you in with such detail you could only blink back in surprise.

And arousal.

Fyodor was almost always reserved in his affections, preferring to express himself in actions that had nothing to do with romance when he wanted to show his adoration for you. A gentleman through and through, and that’s why the thought of having him completely losing it clutched onto you so fiercely you could barely contain yourself.

You had to see him like that.

You clasped his wrist with your hand, stopping his movement. “That’s enough.”

You winced as Fyodor pulled his fingers. He leaned for a quick kiss on your brow. “I apologize for that. Well?”

You felt his hand rest on your inner thigh, waiting. For permission? You weren’t sure. There was no way you’d let it stop here, and it seemed Fyodor knew that too. Your hand reached, grabbing a handful of soft black hair, and you pulled him over you. Fyodor’s breath hitched just as your other hand reached down to wrap firmly around his base, the tip smudging against your wetness as you positioned his body exactly where you wanted him.

He was so close. Body against body. Skin to skin. He looked at you as if unsure, if only for a second, before a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I see. Whatever you desire then.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting playfully at the exposed skin. “I’ll make sure to deliver.”

“Hah,” you said, trying to keep calm. “Don’t you go overthinking now. it’s good. We’re good. We got this.”

“My, you sound worried?” There it was, the teasing in his voice again.

You smacked him on the shoulder, gently...this time. “Who’s that, don’t know her.”

The banter was calming, and so were the peppered kisses he left on your neck and jaw. It almost served to distract you as he moved his hips, positioning himself before the firm sensation of slowly being stretched caught your breath in your throat. You pulled at Fyodor, hands digging into his back and shoulder as his cock entered you.

For a moment, it was too much; the sensation overwhelming all of your senses. Fyodor was saying something but you could only nod, not really registering anything. Not until he started moving, you clenching instinctively before gradually easing off to Fyodor’s steady rhythm.

It felt like wanting more and wanting to get away at the same time. But your hands wouldn’t let go of him, and in turn Fyodor only cupped your face, the kiss far less refined than you’d expect. He was warm, warmer. His flush spreading, his quiet huffs of pleasure reaching your ears as he kissed you there too.

It was soon you let go in earnest, Fyodor’s presence engulfing you completely. He wasn’t the overwhelming type of lover; instead letting you slowly drown in his careful touches, the movement of his hips at a steady, almost leisurely pace. Like he wanted you to feel everything; the stretch of your inner walls as he bottomed out inside you, the slight brush of his hairs against your clit sending shocks of pleasure down your toes, and your head arching– exposing even more places for him to torment. A hand held your leg in place, raised almost up to his shoulder, Fyodor’s fingers digging into your under-thigh.

It was too much. Too good. You wondered why you waited so long; what an idiot. You could have been doing this since ages.

You could have… and it wasn’t just the sex. The sounds–

“Hey… are you close?” you asked in between kisses.

Only a breathy, “mmhm…” escaped Fyodor’s lips, and you laughed soundlessly.

Fyodor was becoming less and less talkative, it seemed. It brought a smile to your face and you pulled him back against you, tasting him. You trailed your fingers up and down his back, feeling him shiver against your touch. Fyodor groaned weakly into your kiss.

You loved the sounds he made.

“Come on,” you whispered against his ear, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He was close, just a bit more… “Come on, Fyodor… for me.”

A breathless chuckle. “Who else for?”

Your heart swelled. Oh…

He pulled at your hand, raising it to his lips– maybe he intended a kiss, but what ended up happening was him burying his face against your palm instead, breath hot and heavy. His pace increased, almost erratic as he held you in place. Or you held him. It was hard to tell. Your legs were trembling from the strain, but you barely noticed. Your insides were burning, the sensation almost overflowing. Almost…

“Oh God, oh my god–” You reached down, fingers swiftly finding your clit as you bit into your lower lip.

Your orgasm hit you, sudden and shattering. Breathing heavily, you rode on the feeling of bliss as hands pulled your face suddenly, feeling Fyodor’s temple rest against yours as he completely lost it. Hips hitting your sweet spot mercilessly, expanding your pleasure even more.

You held him, hands wrapped around his shoulder as you whispered a string of, “I’m here, I’m here, come on, yes–”

Fyodor’s body jolted, breath heavy against your lips as you felt him finish inside you. You had but a second to grab onto him firmly, keeping him in place as he ceremoniously collapsed on top of you.

“I apologize,” Fyodor said, after a second. “I might have overexerted myself.”

You laughed. “You think? Damn.”

For an anaemic he sure exceeded expectations. You couldn’t keep your grin from spreading.

After a few moments of peaceful resting, Fyodor raised himself on an elbow, wincing. He looked down at the mess you both made, and sighed.“I’ll get us some towels. Wait for me here, yes?”

You hummed, reaching to cup his cheek instead, drawing his attention back to you. “Or… we could just take a shower together?” You blinked innocently at him.

He raised a brow, unimpressed. “I feel that’s not the only thing on your mind.”

“Pshh. Of course it is.”

“Hm. Indeed.” And he smiled.

Gosh, you could melt into that smile.

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osachiyo · 8 months ago

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❛ WHAT'CHA READIN'? ❜

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — n/sfw content, teasing, edging, getting caught while reading erotica/smut, full nelson, oral (m recieving), cock warming, kolya's is the longest bc yea, squirting, kind of 4th wall breaking in kolya's etc • here it isss !! i didn't expect so many people to want this but im glad i got to write it. anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread

ps. reblog to show your favorite writers support, they're greatly appreciated ! <3

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟏 — 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

his hands flew to her neck, squeezing not too hard — but firm enough for her to get dizzy with pleasure. "lily, you're simply ethereal like this," the man on top of her groaned, hips still pounding away, his pelvis slapping against her thighs with each thrust. she moaned, nails raking down the crown prince's back, all while —

"..her pretty cunt squeezed around him at the heartfelt praise,"

you felt someone whisper from behind your shoulder, making you quickly slam your book closed and whip your head towards that direction — only to see your boyfriend, dazai, standing there with a cheshire-like grin on his pretty face.

"i didn't know you were into historical books, babe!" he said with a teasing tilt in his voice, making your right eye twitch. "r-right... ahem — anyway, you really shouldn't sneak up on people like that, osamu," you scowled, clutching said book close to your chest.

"yeah? and you really shouldn't read dirty books at work like this, sweetheart," he tilted your head up to face him, "what if it was kunikida-kun instead of me, hmm?" his voice was playful, and if you knew him, you knew that he was hinting at something — if it's wasn't obvious already by the prominent bulge in his slacks.

"well, aren't you eager?" dazai huffed out a laugh at the way you grinded on his thigh, trying to reach your precious book that was in his hands now. "her back arched like a cat's as the prince pounded away at her — not having an ounce of mercy for the poor maiden," dazai read in a mocking tone — all while flexing his thigh under your cunt, which you were humping for dear life. "please," you pawed at his chest, hips twitching with the need for release.

"please what, baby?" he grinned mischievously, free hand snaking down to land a playful smack on your breasts, before squeezing them. "please let me cum," you whined once more, batting your wet lashes at him in hopes of getting at least a tiny bit of mercy.

"well.." dazai hummed, placing the book to the side, before sitting you fully on his lap and unzipping his slacks — "since you want it so bad, work for it."

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟐 — 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀

you and chuuya were in his office, with him working and you on your phone.

chuuya noticed how unusually quiet you got — and how.. strange you were acting as you scrolled further down on your cellphone.

his eyebrows furrowed as he saw your pupils dilate, your breathing getting uneven and you clenching your thighs.... oh.

a smirk found it's way on his handsome face as realization hit him — you dirty, dirty girl.

"what'cha readin' there, babe?" chuuya raised an eyebrow at the way you flinched when he suddenly spoke up. "um.. just some romance story, you won't like it, chuu," you tried to keep a straight face as your boyfriend got up from his seat, and stalked closer to you.

"oh yeah?" chuuya inquired further, "let me see."

"NO!— i mean — you really won't like it, babe," you smiled nervously and clutched the little device closer to you, which only made chuuya's grin spread further. "riiighhtt."

a gasp tore from your lips when your phone was snatched away from you by the ginger man — he was way too fast and strong for you to fight back, so you just sat there — blinking dumbly as he read the contents of your little "romance story."

"really? a mafia boss x reader? heh," chuuya snickered, voice holding a teasing tilt to it, "ya got a thing for boss, or somethin'?"

"NO! oh god, chuuya — give it back!" you finally recovered from your state of stupor, lunging at chuuya — who caught you in his arms with ease. "easy there, sweetheart. now, how about i give you the real fucking thing instead of this stupid... fanfiction, yeah? bend over f'me, doll."

loud clapping could be heard from outside of chuuya's office — it was so embarrassing if anyone walked by, especially akutagawa, but chuuya didn't seem to care one bit.

your tight little pencil skirt was bunched up, panties pulled hastily to the side as chuuya's narrow hips slammed against your ass, gloved hands gripping your hips so hard that you feared it would leave marks. "you like that, baby? like it when i grind into you like this?"

chuuya slowed his thrusts only to grind his hips in circles — making you see stars as you desperately clawed at the mahogany desk.

a sudden knock on the door sent your mind spiraling from pure pleasure to uneasiness. surely he wouldn't —

"come in, akutagawa."

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟑 — 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑

"don't flip the page, darling, i'm not done yet,"

you flinched at hearing fyodor's smooth, rich voice from behind you — startling you enough to drop the book from your hands, which conveniently landed on your lap. you looked behind to see your husband, who had a smirk on his handsome, pale face — "f-fedya!" you smiled nervously, "you were.. behind me this entire time?"

"why of course, my dear. i was wondering what type of book my beloved wife is into, and i.. certainly didn't expect this."

fyodor's tone was condescending, derogatory even — making your face heat up in embarrassment and shame. "now now," he tilted your chin up to look him in the eye, "there's no need to be ashamed, darling. though i can't deny that i'm a little upset from you going behind my back to read something so sinful," fyodor clicked his tongue, shaking his head gently before narrowing his amethyst eyes at you, "i believe you need to.. make up for this little... mistake of yours. won't you be a good girl and do as i say?"

you gulped before nodding hesitantly, sweat dampening your palms at the sheer nervousness you were feeling.

"good. on your knees."

fyodor held your head down on his cock, the small tuff of black hair tickling your nose —he didn't give you a chance to catch your breath. the feeling of the tight walls of your throat, along with the pretty view of you looking up at him with those teary eyes almost had him going feral. he wanted nothing more than to just pull your head back and face fuck you — but no, he had you cock warming him with your cute little mouth instead. all while he read his own book.

now, you might want to think twice before reading something so filthy behind his back again — unless you wished for an even worse punishment, that is.

𝟎.𝟎𝟎𝟒 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈

"dove, can i ask you a little question?"

nikolai wrapped his huge arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and resting his head on your shoulder, waiting for an answer with a grin.

"what is it, kolya?" you tried to turn to face him, but nikolai's grip only got tighter — his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, "who the fuck is 'toji fushiguro' and why were you reading smut about him?"

nikolai felt you stiffen in his arms — a shiver running down your spine at his warm breath hitting your skin, along with the embarrassing fact that your boyfriend had seen what you read on your phone. fuck.

"hmm? no denying?" he teased, freakishly large hands skimming over your torso, then settling all the way up to your breasts. "he's just a.. fictional character, love," you winced at how fucking embarrassing that sounded — which only resulted in nikolai letting out a snicker.

"really? you wound me, sweet pea — am i not good enough for you, that you have to settle for reading smut about fictional men?" he dramatically put a hand over his chest, but you both knew that was not true. "i'll just prove myself to you then, mm?" nikolai grinned, planting a kiss on your clothed shoulder.

you groaned, "n-no! baby, it's just —" "full nelson, huh?" nikolai cut you off — his expression dark as a borderline scary grin settled on his lips. "that was the position right? you could've just told me you wanted to try it! come on, little dove — i'll show you full nelson."

that's how you ended up with your legs against your chest, nikolai's huge arms hooked under your knees to keep you secured against his chest — all while his thick cock plowed into your cunt.

your mouth dropped into an 'o' shape, drool dribbling down your chin to your tits — the mounds bouncing up and down erotically as you were drilled into from below.

"god, just look at you,"nikolai groaned — his arms flexing beneath you as he bit the juncture of your shoulder, the soft skin littered in bruises and bite marks. his heavy balls were clapping against your ass with each rough thrust — your pussy felt like it was splitting in half from the sheer girth of his dick.

"oh yeah, baby — cum f'me, a-agh — cum on this cock," nikolai's voice was slurred, thick and heavy with lust as he encouraged you to soak his length in your juices.

and soak him you did — spraying your arousal all over the floor, his cock and balls were dripping with it — as you went limp in his arms. but he didn't stop, no — he didn't stop until he was cumming deep in your womb, the creamy substance leaking from your cunt from just how much there was.

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