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loitered in the lobby of a hotel my mom broke into in her 20s. nothing is the same way twice
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â cw. fem! reader, college au, first lesson, dumbification, praise, he's so nerdy, squırting, unprotected, mdni.
nerd! nanami who ends up teaching you a few âfundamentalsâ of squirting after you end up gushing out by accident.
âoh, my,â heâd huskily croon, taking a short glance at your body thatâs laid flat on his timber desk. mousy eyes zero up ân down your entire frame before he groans, feeling your legs snake around his slim torso. after another hourly long session of cramming your brain with pounds of boring information, youâd probably forget by the next day, you told nanami that you wanted to try out âpenetration.â and now, that came with you gushing straight out with his meaty shaft buried snugly deep inside of you. he grows quiet, smacking his lips as he feels your slobbering cunt dripping wetly like a running never-ending faucet. itâs almost adorable with the way your face scrunches up and youâre clawing at the buckle of his drooping belt with shaky hands. âwe havenât gone over that area yet, sweetheart,â and youâre moaning, feeling your back tickle against the scattered piles of marked papers that laid directly underneath you. âah, ah. donât close âem,â he purrs, staring as your stick-glossed quavery legs try to snap themselves shut. âlet me examine the wet problem a bit closer.â
âw- was that supposed to happen?â you breathe through rushed pants, frantically chewing on your bottom lip as you watch him pull out. heâs slow, feeling your slight muscles tense and spasm as you drenched the entirety of his stilled dick with molasses of your webby slick. âf- fuck,â you whimper, and nanamiâs pressing a pointed thumb down against the pearly top part of your tender clit. gradually, heâs swirling a plethora of exaggerated shapes alllll around your tender entrance, lowering his head once his turgid cockâs fully out of you.
with a placid hum, nanami nods. âdonât fret, sweet thing. itâs normal,â and you prepare a deep, heavy breath as you try to peek down, watching nanami re-adjust his clear-framed glasses. âbut, do you think you can do that again? iâm . . having a bit of trouble with my vision,â and he softly presses a chaste kiss against your cunt. shortly after, a slimy dewy web of stringy juices merrily glues against his lips. âi believe if my hypothesis is correct . . if âm closer like thiiiis,â and you moan, feeling the cold lenses of his glasses press right up against your puffed folds. âyouâll help me solve just how much of a wet girl you can get for me this time.â
openly, nanami eyes at your sopping pussy thatâs just pouring from all areas with so many dewdrops of slick. a shimmery stream of your syrupy arousal cascades down the slot of your entrance and oh- itâs so pretty. at least to him.
if you squinted enough, you could see the obscene mirroring reflection of the shiny glossed view that rests between your legs from the clear lenses of his glasses. âclitoral glands,â he starts to ramble, rubbing a thumb near the top bulb-shaped part of your twitching heat. âclitoral body,â and you moan, feeling him swerve his digit down lower. âbut letâs skip to . . . her,â nanami coos huskily, and you gasp once his round thumb plugs itself inside you after just a few loose inches. you swallowed that single digit right up oh-so blissfully.
like a hidden trick of a magicianâhis finger disappears inside of your cunt, and it presses against a particular small texture right above your lower opening. â. . that pretty urethra of yours.â
there - thatâs where you felt the exact pressure of yourself gushing out, creaming down his cock with such a vivid risquĂ© spray.
youâre still getting over it as your jaw dangles openâmouth cutely wholly ajar and all. as nanami continues to toy with your slobbering clit, he silently grumbles whatever extra clitoris facts underneath his breath. a single finger that was tucked inside of your gummy orifice gradually transitions into two, and you let off the sweetest moan that rang against his ears.
âsuch a pretty pussy from an even prettier girl,â and his words smokily deepen as he loudly âpops!â both fingers out of your drenched slit. itâs all puffy now, drooling from each slippery flap. nanami sits up before re-aligning his milky-covered tip against your sobbing cunt.. âmini pop quiz,â he grumbles, letting off a deep sigh once his flushed crownhead languidly slides its way between the split of your folds. youâre laid back against the desk with a pout twisting across both sides of your lips.
pop⊠quiz?
nanami adjusts his crooked glasses by shoving them slightly back with a middle finger before humming. âriddle me this,â and a sweet moan drags its way past your throat once heâs smearing his bulbous tip across your sticky entrance.
left-to-right and itâs hypnotic. âwhat is the majorly important gland of the clit that helps lubricate the vagina properly?â and nanami presses a large hand on your tummy, simpering at the cute silence for an answer. with a snicker, he tilts his head at your quirked brow. âoh- câmon. this is easy, we talked about this two days ago.â
ât . . the um-â you stammer, the throbbing of your clit increasing with each delicious second that passed. with your mind joggling its empty memory, you inhale a moan that was desperately trying to escape from your spit-stained lips. âthe clitoral glands?â
âclose, but no, dumb girl,â and with a smack, nanami whacks his swollen tip against the front of your weeping pussy. you finally release that moan you were holding onto with heave after heave puffing out your chest. âtry again. this time, actually use that brain for me, yeah?â
you pout, and after about four seconds you left off a whiny grump. âis it . . the skeneâs glands?â
âgood girl,â and you let off a needy mewl once he rubs a palm against your pussy. his personal way of praising you without words, even after calling you a âgood girl.â
itâs a soft, enticing rub that smears the entirety of your slick around his entire palm, coating it right away.
youâre so wet - pathetically drenched that you stick your candied juices all over the prints of his hand.
âitâs very important that you know about the skeneâs glands. just like how important it is for me to teach you how soaked you are,â and you donât even realize it, but the second he spanks against your cunt once more with his palm, youâre squirting . . again.
itâs a thick shiny geyser that ends up spurting out of you with a loud pssssh! and your toes curled in ecstatic rapture. youâre whining at how sudden and abrupt it was, and nanami just shakes his head with a wry smile. a hand maneuvers in a circular rotation against your pussy as you finish your three-second monumental high. âf- fuuuck, fuck!â you whimper out the same colorful syllables through your lips as your eyelids droop.
as youâre panting, still feeling the scattered bundles of paper rub and prick against the back of your skin, you eye nanami through murky peripherals. pretty ân glossed-eyed, you let off a shaky puff before moaning. âdid . . did i pass?â
ânot quite,â nanami takes his glasses off. they were still a bit soaked from earlier, a bit of your own droplets of literal juices fogging the lenses before he gave it a sweet lick. filthy. nanami squints at your twitching body before slithering a fat thumb down your tender, convulsing pussy for the nth and last time. âthink we still have more basics to go over,â and he positions his head right back down between the eagle-spread valley of your legs, whistling riiiight between your driveling, puffy slit.
âbesides,â and you whine once he gives your cunt its final, sloppy spank. âmy only criticismâ is that, we could work on that squirt velocity a little bit more,â and he pats your cunt before staring straight at your pulsating entrance, hungrily licking his lips.
âi wouldnât mind training her, heh.â
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vegasbaby.#nerd nanami majors in clitology </3#nanami smut#nanami x reader#nanami kento smut#nanami kento#nanami x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x you#female reader#aggnm
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Synopsis. No NĂșt November finally came, and so did he!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, losing NNN, PĂSSYDRUNK BOYS, brĂ©eding, creampĂes, cĂșmming in his pants, oraI (fem receiving), cĂșmplay, spĂtting, hĂșmping, making Geto WHIMPER, exhibĂtionism (Geto), jealousy (Gojo), GOJOâS POWERS, innap. use of jujutsu, true form Sukuna, dp, p slapping, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Yâall have no idea how Iâve been waiting to write this since FEBRUARY.
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8th Nov. 7:48PM
âSâstupid, so stupid-â Tojiâs spitting, teeth grit so hard that he thinks he could taste the tang of metal. With a roughened grunt, his big palms smear open your sopping lips, âSuch a stupid challenge, nâ a stupid month ah-â
And oh how Toji wishes he could reel back the babbles spilling from his ravaged lips. How he wishes his rumbling baritone didnât shake ever-so-slightly near the end.Â
Because Toji Fushiguro was going crazy - and it was all your fault.
âDeprivinâ me of her-â Every single shred of his needy frustration from the past eight days bleeds into each gush of his furiously weepy cock. Fingers curling around the hilt to smack! smack! smack! his round, pinkish tip on your soppingly wet lips. â-ya know how hngh- crazy it drove me?â
One strong arm of his flexes mouth-wateringly tight around your squirming body, massaging your perfectly arched spine closer into his rock-hard abs. A full nelson. His favorite. One heâs missed for- âOver a week. Ohh- over a week nâ mâstill not gonna lose.â
He already knew that was a lie.Â
Because just a single, sunken inch is enough to stretch your sloppy entrance so gapingly open, enough to have you keening for air.Â
To have him let his jaw fall slack with a hoarse drag of your name, drunken head falling back into the silken sheets when your gooey cunt swallows more and more of his hefty girth. So heavy and sweltering hot inside your clingy walls.
The first time in so long and it felt too good.Â
Your trembly fingers clutch Tojiâs sweat-dampened locks. He growls with a rough pull of your hands, fat, readied balls giving such a painful squeeze at the simple gesture. Hiccuping a feverish puff of condensation by your ear, âWhat, ma? T-torturinâ me for eight days isnât enough?â
âNot thatââ youâre whining, batting away big bulbous tears of stimulation in your eyes. âJusâ need you so bad.â
Fuck, that has every drop of blood in his body pumping right to his maddeningly hard dick, staggering size growing twofold.Â
You feel his velvety shaft kiss deeply into the bullseye of your g-spot, swollen length making your elastic walls constrict around him. Shit, all itâd taken was eight days to almost forget how jaw-droppingly big Toji was. How he was rutting up in mindless, squelching wet gyrations up into your dripping cunt.
âShoulda thought of that before ya were holdinâ out on me.â
And Tojiâs utterly seething, pressurizing his riotous hips with enough of his almost-inhuman strength that heâs fucking you like he hates you. Every one of his words are dripping in a scolding tone, pumping up harshly with sudden jabs into your snug pussy. Deeper and deeper and oh-
He canât help but leer his glassy eyes over down at the heavenly view, splaying his beefy forearms underneath your quivering legs to stretch you out shamelessly.Â
âDid ya kn-know this was ah- gonna happen?â he gruffs, already feeling a slight trickle of drool down the side of his scar. âThat this stupid fuckinâ challenge was gonna drive me mad? Mâstill not- not gonna ah- cum-â
Fuck.Â
But even Toji didnât know at this point.
âShit-â Your body bows in an even sluttier way, hips swiveling in slow, sultry grinds to guide the very end of his weepy cock into kissing your most sensitive spots. Drawing wet, translucent glides of steaming hot precum down your insides. âW-wasnât on purpose, Toji I s-swear- sâa chall-â
âChallenge my ass.â heâs rolling his eyes, and you feel his lips graze across yours in a messy excuse of a kiss. Dark brows furrows, a low ah! ah! ah! leaving his mouth with every slurping plunge. âMy only ch-challenge right ah- fuckinâ now sâto get you to cumââ
You shake your bleary head, fingers dipping to his wrist. âNoâ wanâ you to cum first-â
Earning you a sweet, simpering smack! right alongside the peak of your throbbing clit, heâs smoothing over the sting with methodical massages of his rude fingers. âMove that damn hand.âÂ
Leaving you gasping when he shotguns his painfully hard cock at such an angle to mash ruthlessly into your g-spot, your cervix. Punishing, bruising spearheads to remind you. âA challenge and mâgonna t-treat it like one. Cum.â
But oh, if Toji Fushiguro thought that he was running on merely the fumes of his sanity before then he wasnât ready for you to finally reach your orgasm.Â
Milking his cock in only a few more shuddering jams before youâre crashing headfirst into a sudden wave of your high, tightly stuffed pussy gushing out in honeyed gushes. It glistens down into his drenched tufts of black, squirting all over his rippling abs to shine an almost-creamy sheen.
His dewy eyes widen - you squirted. You squirted.Â
And in response all Toji can do is bite down into the tender crook of your neck. Bite and bite until he was cumming.Â
Whimpering out a broken tone into your skin, his sharp canines dig even more animalistically. Dangerously pulsing cock snapping upwards in a sudden surge that has his rummagingly fat tip bumping into your womb, a thorough thrust before dumping out thick, voluminous spurts of his cum.
âF-fuckââ heâs breathing out unsteadily, sculpted chest heaving for breath. Eyes still scrunched firmly shut no matter how much he wanted to see that prettily fucked-out expression on your face, because ever slight squeeze of your cozy walls had him twitching out another ribbon of cum. âOh god- shit, ma- this pussy- gonna be- hngh- death-â
Easily overstimulating Toji until he could feel embarrassing tears prick behind his lids, cumming after what felt like so long and now he didnât want to stop. Couldnât stop.
Instead swirling a ravenous thumb down the edges of your leaking slit, pooling the creamy dredges of his seed thatâd formed a little ring around his thick base.Â
Without warning heâs shoving every single pearlescent bead back into your already overspilling pussy.Â
âHeh, whatever-â he tuts, sliding his tongue down those syrupy splatters of your slick - glossing all the way up to his scar. âNow that Iâve already lost this stupid challenge, jusâ stop yer whininâ and ride me proper, doll.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 21st Nov. 5:31PM
Nanami Kento was not going to lose to your little challenge.
He was not going to let down his gorgeous wife.
He was not going to-
âFuck.â Nanami heaves, he gasps for air. âFuck.â
Thick fingers curl even tighter around his fat hilt, squeezing within an inch of himself. Heâs hissing at the way that makes his angrily red tip blush even deeper, beading down glistening beads of precum that drip! drip! drip! right onto your pretty face.Â
âThaâs it-â heâs huffing out, darkened eyes drooping into a sultry half-lid. Muscled thighs spreading further, he sears a firm five-fingered grip onto your hair. Cool wedding ring brushing over your scalp, âK-keep that gorgeous face still fâme, my love.â
But oh, despite that sweet, sweet pet name his tone drips with such sheerly primal need. Hoarse towards the end with something dangerous.Â
It was only a brief mention of this month that ended up with you two this - just a tiny joke of a special reward at the end that had Nanami clenching his teeth and his sanity to keep from cumming this entire month.
And heâd only made it so far.
All it took was a single pissed off work meeting, a single complaint from a client, one bad day at work for him to slam your shared apartment door open. Striding his way towards you darkly before spitting to you - his beautiful wife - âon your knees.â
Not even to have your pretty mouth on him- no, Nanamiâs blond brows furrow deeper, sweat sheening a thin layer on his forehead when his greedy palms just drag down his drooling length. Over and over.Â
âKen-â
âShit.â His fat, rotund head twitches at the mere sound of your honeyed voice, his favorite song. Gushing out a steady stream of glossing precum against the side of your lips, and Nanami just hunches. âShhh, darling youâre gonna have me-â
âI want you to, Ken.â youâre batting your lashes up at him in a way that makes him gasp, admiring all the dips and curves of his sculpted body. âPlease?â
He pants out such a shuddering breath that you feel fan your face, stern lips falling further and further slack with every sodden clench of his balls. Every swirl of the soft pad of his thumb around the bawling pinkish divot of his tip.Â
âTake it.â Reward be damned. He was nothing against you. His metallic wristwatch flashes with every hurried pump up and down up and down up and- âT-take it all fâme, my wife.â
And oh then heâs cumming - head thrown back, toned abs rippling, face burning red when heâs moaning your name like a mantra. Over and over again into the heady living room air because Nanami hadnât even made it as far as the bedroom before giving into that dark urge to paint your pretty features white with himself.Â
Spazzing tip weeping out thick dredge after dredge of his seed that sticks to you like a sloppy second skin. Drooling down the side of your mouth, and heâs guiding his fat cock to gloss over your lips. Pretty.
âMy love- get up-â heâs hissing through clenched teeth. And before those syrupy slurring words can even register in your mind, Nanamiâs swiftly looping two strong arms around your waist. Dragging you upwards like some glorified ragdoll. âNeed- hahhhâ I need-â
Immediately, youâre being carried to splay all out on the plushy sofa nearby, Nanami hovering over you with kiss after messy kiss. Tasting himself, tasting you.
âHave no idea how much- hnghââ Shit, he canât even speak right now, words breaking into the most whiny groans youâve ever heard pulled from the man. âHow much I missed-â And with a particularly loud squelch! heâs reeling back just enough from the filthy kiss. Drunken grin leering across his face at the dripping gleam all over the lower half of your face, delicate strings of spit and cum still connecting you to him. â-this.â
Youâre blinking away the haze, pressing pecks into sight dimple at the corner of his mouth. âM-missed this, too- Hah, donât even care about that ch-challenge.â
Gliding an open palm down your curved spine, he grins. âExactly what I like to hear.â
And then you feel like youâre being split open apart so widely that it feels like Nanamiâs reaching into your very lungs, swiping the milky tip of his still-hard cock against those hidden-away sensitive spots of yours. Heâs prying open your snug cunt with steady, slow spearheads, barely even tugging away his work tie before folding you into such a thorough mating press.Â
âI rememberââ heâs dancing a thumb across your sodden lips, glossing it over in the most obscene opaque coating of cum youâd never even imagine. Popping it into his mouth. Sucking. â-something about a reward.â
Heâs smearing his left hand down your throbbing clit - purposefully, to chuckle at the way you whine and puff about the cool sting of his golden wedding band. But more importantly, Nanamiâs other hand draws down an invisible line about halfway down your stomach.Â
Fuck.
Exactly where he could feel his leaky cock bludgeon solid, circular bruises into your spongy cervix. Bouncing back at the recoil, exactly where he knew that little nudge was, dragging his pulsing cock to massage your cunt, your womb-
You suck in a shuddered inhale, âWh-what about the reward?â
âWell, since thereâs no ngh- u-use in the challenge anymoreâŠâ His long fingers press down hard. And oh the way the realization dawns on your face makes you look so beautiful underneath him - his beautiful wife. But Nanami canât help but think how much more of a beautiful momma youâd be. How perfect. Unable to tear his eyes away from the slow dribble of cum down your lips. âHow about a reward for both of us, my love? Two or three rewards?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 11th Nov. 3:33AM
âS-Sugu-â
â...â
âSugu-â
âShhhââ Your leaderâs silky smooth voice thrums at your throat, pressing an unapologetic trail of kisses down the tender skin. And you jolt at the sharp nip of his canines, âWeâre trying to have a hah- meeting here, honey.â
But it was anything but that.
Fed up with your little challenge, Geto had all but demanded you sit with him through your next cult meeting. Plopping you down all prettily on his manspread lap as soon as the rest of your members filed in, acting for all the world like he wasnât just taking filthy advantage of that short skirt heâd insisted you wear.Â
Stuffed staggeringly deeply inside.Â
Your saturated pussy lips bulge around his fat length, swirling his swollen cock around your walls with even the tiniest jostles. Firmly and readily cockwarming him for hours now.Â
And both of you were nearing your limits - especially Geto, but, of course, he couldnât let you know that yet.Â
âSomething wrong?â heâs lilting his baritone voice in volume, just enough for the surrounding members to catch interest in. Deliberate. One massive palm gripping a handful of your hips, âSeems like youâre having oh- difficulty gettinâ comfortable, gorgeous?â
Muscular thighs bouncing up and down in a relentless little cadence that had you gripping onto his decadent robes for balance. Tiny, rummaging thrusts of his sloppy length pierce your snug insides. Ridges upon ridges of his prominent veins massaging every single sweet spot he could reach - all of them.
They had him coaching those gruff grunts to the very back of his throat, fists curling on the table to prevent himself from simply slamming you down until you were stupid on his thick cock.Â
Babbling out in a desperate tone, âSuguru I canât-â
Oh? He grits his teeth at the clingy squeeze of your velvety walls around his rotund tip, the way your ass jiggles at every slight gyration. So filthy. Raising one dark brow, Geto flicks a finger at the rest of the meeting to carry on. âCanât even handle a lilâ cockwarming, hm? What h-happened to my stubborn girl from before? And her no-nut-Nov-â
âStop teasing!â youâre mewling out with a pretty pout that makes him twitch inside. âJusâ want you t-to cumââ d-donât care that i-itâs November anymore-â
His rock-hard cock throb throb throbs inside your melty walls, bumping every oozing wave of precum into the very bottom of your pussy. And you could hear mutters spurting from every corner of the room now.
They knew. They always did.
âOh so now, you donât care?â Geto snickers, leaning back in his velvety chair to seep a bit more power behind his swiveling hips. âD-didnât hngh- seem so greedy for my cock when ya made me p-promise not to cum for a month.â
As if to prove his point - and disprove yours - Getoâs hand comes slamming! down onto the vast mahogany table, grin wide. Dangerous. A primal rasp resounding at the back of his throat when heâd punishing your poor pussy with his first thorough thrust yet.Â
One. Two. Three.
âP-please!â
âP-p-please, what?â heâs mocking, dramatics of your own whiny tone.
âPlease, Suguââ Youâve definitely attracted the attention of every other person in this meeting room right now. But Geto couldnât give a fuck. Not when those words fall from your syrupy sweet lips, â-mâs-sorry jusâ fuck-â
SLAM!
He stands. One hand at your neck, the other at your clit.Â
And as soon as your needy front is hitting the cool table, Getoâs merciless cockhead is diving thoroughly into your sweetened spots. The sudden change in angle letting him barrel his girthy shaft to tuck away at your very womb, all it takes for you to cum.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, nails clawing at the poor wood, heâs driving his weepy cock in to pound you through every single one of your highs.
Peak after peak that Geto canât help but get addicted to, and heâs missed this heavenly feeling so much that he canât help but let his mean mouth hang open. Dark, dewy eyes rolling so far into the back of his head that heâs forced to scrunch them closed.
The table rattles precariously when heâs rutting his hips into you ferally, sharp hip bones smacking aching bruises against the fat of your ass. Pressing you down with his entire body weight when-
âOh- oh shit, all your f-fault. Fuck-â He half-collapses when he cums. Over and over in thick, stringy wads that gush into your very cervix. Sloshing around with each of his jackhammers, it paints your velvety walls with a dripping white coat. Again. And again. And again and again- âSo jus- take it-â
Shit.Â
Geto almost forgot how unfairly good it felt to have his achy cock milked by your cunt. Mustering up every shred of will to crack an eye open, he could spy the way your soppingly wet slit was overspilling with so much of his seed.
Licking his lips, heâs holding back a whimper.
And, truly, it was almost embarrassing the way that obscene sight was all it took for Getoâs once-softening cock to shoot up another few wispy ribbons of cum all over again.Â
So much of it that he couldnât control.Â
Couldnât even think of taming the way he was hiking up one powerful thigh onto the table to drive even more forcefully into you. Fingers curling almost painfully tightly around your throat to reel you into a filthy kiss of teeth and tongue.Â
He has absolutely no shame wrapping his glossy lips around your tongue to suck. And even less at the way that honeyed taste of you is all it takes for him to shoot a well round of sputtering blanks into your pussy.
Chuckling tearily at those downturned, greedy eyes - shit, when did he even start crying? âA-aw look, youâve interrupted the meeting, gorgeous.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 4th Nov. 10:01PM
âF-four days?â Chosoâs swallowing a heavy gulp, burning face buried into the crook of your neck. And he canât stop from heaving in deep inhales, from letting his mouth water. â-sâonly been four days, baby?â
That cute, broken quiver in his tone has you tittering out a teasing giggle, something that only has his breath even more shortened. Brows knitting together when his hips just rut-
âSorry.â your lovely boyfriendâs hiccuping, trembly fingers wrapping even tighter around your body. And heâs trying - scrambling - oh-so-desperately to stray his glassy gaze back onto the movie on-screen. He has to. He needs to or else heâs about to lose his fucking sanity. âSorry didnât hngh- didnât mean to, jusâ ignore-â
But thatâs when Chosoâs breath hitches, when his large body wrecks with a violent shudder running down his spine. âAre you alright, Cho?â
Because oh, your taunting body was squirming up just right against the hefty girth of his swollen cock. Dragging your ass down the exact line of his sensitive slit in a way that has his hand grasping roughly onto your hips to make you stop-
âMâgonna ah- mânot gonna be able t-to do it, babyââ heâs pleading in a filthy kiss against your lips. Sucking. Begging. âPlease- donât-â
âDonât what, Cho?â
Shit, that nickname has him hurling his hips forwards with a choked-up grunt. Seeing white-hot pleasure behind his eyes at every one of your smoothly swiveling gyrations, seeing you in all your dripping wet glory when he thumbs your drenched panties just to the side.Â
âShit.â he gasps, dewy eyes widening, breath turning feverish at your neck. âShit shit shit- wh-why are you so-â
And Choso moans, he canât even finish his sentence right now. Canât do anything but tug down his too-tight gray sweatpants to glide a steamingly hot smear of precum down your slit.Â
âSo what- oh-â Your taunting mouth only drops further and further open when heâs dragging his achy cock down your cunt like he was addicted. Getting off to the way that your saturatedly wet pussy lips were coating him in a glossy sheen, sucking him up like you wanted-
âJust the tip.âÂ
Itâs his little mantra.
Rasped out over and over into your open mouth, panted in every messy kiss of his reddened, fat head against your sloppy hole. Once. Twice. Pretty pecks to French kisses..
âWhat was thatâ?â youâre batting your lashes, your hips meeting his messy cadence when his own speeds up. Keening at the sculpted leg being thrown over yours to angle his driving pistons more determinedly - desperately.Â
With a low whine at the back of his throat, the curved tips of Chosoâs fingers find their sultry way down to your clit. And heâs giving you a harsh tug at the very peak before sobbing, âJust want to put it in, baby- jusâ the tip- p-please-â
âJust the tip?â
The movie long-forgotten.
The resounding squelch! squelch! squelch! of skin on sodden skin rings louder in your ears, as do those tiny hitches in Chosoâs pants. Words gurgled though those big, bulbous tears rolling down his cheek, âPlease- canât do it anymore. Ngh- wanâ to c-cum- can I cum inside?â Drooping, half-lidded eyes boring right into your bleary ones, âPlease?â
And all you can do is nod.
All Choso can do is try not to lose his fucking mind just as soon as the thick circumference of his head is bullying past your swollen folds, feeding you inch after ragingly needy inch of his cock.Â
All it takes for him to lose - because with the most broken of moans, youâre being stuffed snugly full with the sheer volume of Chosoâs cum. With just the tip. And thereâs so much of it, itâs like he hasnât cum for years, sloshing to hit the very back of your womb, slopping around in a way that makes you shiver.Â
Wrangling to slip out his cock the tiniest inch-
âNo!â Choso gasps, eyes blowing wide almost comically. âNo no no- wanted- inside- hngh-â His ruddy lower lip wobbles at the slow, sultry dribble of his potent seed down your inner thighs, glossing over his own hands when heâs smearing your sodden pussy lips stretched even wider. âInside, babyââ
âO-oh my god-â your eyes can just barely crack open when two slender fingers slip into your slick entrance, plugging you staggeringly full as soon as heâs shoving you tight with the rest of his angry cock. Rock-hard length stretching your meshing cunt taut, the very tips of his fingers being jostled to the side of every spongy g-spot in your walls. âCho- sâtoo full it wonât- wonât- ah-â
The sheer stimulation was maddening.
And Choso was drunk on your pretty moans.Â
âYes it will-â heâs babbling, syrupy saliva being drooled in a streaming wad right onto your lolling tongue. And with his free hand, heâs prying your pretty mouth shut. âDonât- hngh- donât sound so cute, baby sâgonna make me- oh-â
But you could already guess.
Because just the slightest note of your voice, the slightest grind of your hips to fuck back into his mindlessly messy cadence had him jolting inside you. Too-sensitive tip twitching out in honeyed ribbons of precum that drip down your walls.
Choso hisses with a sudden thwack! of his hefty balls kissing up against your cunt, gliding a hand underneath your thigh to pound into you languidly. Desperately. âFour days- shit- couldnât make four days without this c-cute cunt-â
âBabyââ youâre huffing, your half-lucid eyes drifting away to the black screen. âThe movieâs over.â
He huffs out a wet bout of laughter into your lips, nipping slightly at the very bottom one. âBut I g-guess that doesnât matter when I ah- already l-lost does it, baby?â Reeling out the sticky digits of his fingers, snapping at those delicate strings of cum and your sweet, sweet juices. He grins. âBecause I already have four day t-to make up for-â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 7th Nov. 8:29PM
Times like this, the king of curses found himself on his knees. Times like this, he wanted to ruin you.Â
âAwww, donâ be like that, woman-â heâs digging the rough dark claws on two hands onto the small of your back. Inhuman stretch wrenching you down, down, down that never-ending girth of his twin cocks. âNot when Iâve hngh- got you like this-â
But the only answer youâre giving him is another one of your stubborn pouts, brows scrunched together in a way that makes his tips twitch. Eagerly nudging up in a wet kiss against one of those sweet spots Sukuna knew would make you mewl.
Your lower lip wobbles with a whine, âMâ s-still mad at you, Kuna.â
Ah, heâd roll his eyes at your adorable antics but he knew that wouldnât quite help his case. Youâve been like this ever since youâd joked about that little tradition humans did in November - and he took it seriously.
Too seriously, according to you, perhaps. With the way your devilish boyfriend was still fucking you into the decadent royal mattress - simply leaving you teasingly high and dry the mere moment he felt his orgasm coming.Â
And now, the very actions had him groaning. Powerfully muscled hips staggering upwards to bob you slowly on his cocks, rearing his fat tips against your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix, your g-spot, your- âWhat more do you ngh, want, brat?â
Itâs asked with a sudden sopping swat planted on your beading cunt, and Sukunaâs taking the opportunity to let his other tongue take over. A slow, lewd drag of those massive tastebuds down your throbbing clit.Â
âI-I donât ngh-â youâre moaning, and he already knows heâs winning. By the way your melty walls are cozying up even hotter around his thick cocks, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. â-donât know-â
âAwwwââ The third of Sukunaâs big, beefy arms just canât help but thread through one of your own, bringing it right up to his lips to leave a saccharine sweet kiss on the back of your hand. âMy woman- my love-â One. Then another. And Another. âMy queen, tell me what you want.â
Your tone cracks into a saturated whine when he ambushes a particularly sensitive part of your g-spot, drawing a wet glisten of precum down the side of your walls. Swelteringly hot. âW-want more-â Your trembly arms snake around his broad shoulders, digging into the smooth muscle. â-wanâ more, Kuna- hah- please-â
And who was Ryomen Sukuna to ever say no to you?
In just a few split-seconds, youâre being dragged right off of his bulging cocks. Throat just barely moving to whimper in disappointment, when Sukuna manhandles you to splay out pliantly on all fours on those silken sheets.Â
Face buried into the mushy pillows, his cocks buried in your dripping cunt.Â
âShit-â heâs shuddering, heavy balls clenching at the newly sodden wave of slick that drools down your slit. And Sukuna can feel himself drool ever-so-slightly, hiding his burning face away in your neck. Thank fuck for doggy. âIs thaâs all you wanted, thenââ
And every one of his surging thrusts have you plummeting further and further up the bed, gripping onto the mahogany headboard. Heâs swiping down your thrumming clit, kissing a wet trail down your sluttily arched spine.Â
You sob when his smacking hips turn bruising, your gummy walls stretched to your limits. âY-you were so mean-â
âMhmâ so mean, baby.â
âM-made me so hngh- mad- never liked that ah- stupid challenge-â
Sukunaâs just snickering, flashes of white-hot pleasure sparking behind his eyes. Every time heâs milking himself on your tight pussy forcing him to hold back his whimpers, his gasps. One large set of his rough digits curling around your throat to haul you off of the bed, your head airy when heâs fucking each and every single thought out of your syrupy mind. âDonâ worry, my ah- spoiled brat. Mâgonna fill up this oh fuuuck- cute cunt nâ there nothinâ you nâ any stupid challenge can do about it.â
Both of his rock-hard cocks were so messy, dragging out the sloppiest of slurps when heâs rummaging around your velvety insides. Spurts of wispy white precum staining down your sodden walls, making you gasp.
âMâso close-â Youâre arched into the perfect bow for Sukuna to drag his lips down yours in a filthy kiss, humming darkly. âGonna ah-â
Your pretty cunt has Sukuna chuckling, babbling out drunkenly. âSo cum then- hah- why dontcha cum. Cum all over my cocks-â And he wants it. Needs it now, and shit- heâs never participating in this puny human custom ever again. Lazing out his second tongue to squelch an unapologetic pathway to your clit. Rolling. Sucking. â-go on then, woman. Show off fâme.â
And each one of his words were trembling with sheer desperation, cracking, even when youâre finally reaching your peak. Pound after pound. Every flick of his monstrous tongue drags you through your high, letting your toes curl.
With a sudden, hefty shudder, his cum-filled balls clench - and Sukunaâs finally cumming. Harder than he has in all his thousands of years. Harder than he ever thinks he could.Â
Youâre simply at the mercy of both weepy ends of his cocks when they burst out thick streams of his seed, reverberating the most filthiest of sounds that make your ears buzz. Doubly. And his balls smacking against your ass grow drippingly wetter, your poor pussy overspilling each of his steamingly hot ribbons of cum.Â
âFuck-â Sukuna sucks in a sharp breath, tears crinkling at the very ends of his eyes from how heavenly it felt having his stringy seed slosh against and between his jostling lengths. His hand feels for that inflationary bump where youâd been stuffed full, purring. âDid you take your pill?â
You blink, âN-no?â
âGood. Because mâsuddenly wanting for an h-heir this Christmas.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - 1st Nov. 12:17AM
Shit, heâs going to lose. Gojoâs musing with whateverâs left of his syrupy mind - or wait, was it even November, yet?
Ah, he canât even remember. Canât even think to do anything but piston the very cockhead of his needy length between your puffed-up pussy lips. Spreading apart your folds with an easy, glistening swipe. And heâs so half-lucid that Gojo giggles at the way your ready cunt is taking him in so well.Â
âYouâre mine-â Gojoâs panting out a feverish breath. Kissing your sopping wet cervix easily with each furious thrust, heâs spitting out a wet drawl of profanity into your lips. âM-mine, yâknow that?â
âToruââ Fuck, your cracking whine has Gojoâs glassy eyes veering into the back of his head. Murmuring out a vibrating groan. âSâjusâ hah- whatâs gotten into you-â
And the strongest could babble about how seeing that newly appointed teacher at Jujutsu Tech churned his gears. He could tell you about how easy it is to conjure up a hollow purple when some bastard is making eyes at his wife.Â
Especially in November of all days, when heâd finally said he was going to make it through the whole month. He has to.
But, no.
Instead, heâs crackling the very soft tips of his fingers with jujutsu. Pinching your clit ever-so-slightlyâ
âFuck!â Your spineâs arching into such a delicious bow that has his mouth watering. His thoroughly sunken cock bursts out in a few dangerously wispy waves of precum that make him shutter a gasp. âU-using jujutsuâs not ngh- fair-â
âFair?â he hiccups, nosing down the side of your neck. âNot fair is how hah- good this pretty pussy of yours f-feel, sweetheart.â And heâs rutting into you so sloppily, massaging down your elastic walls with each of his prominent veins. Over and over Gojo can feel himself losing his mind- âShit- I think I-Iâm the one that-â
You canât even react.
Because in a split-second, Gojoâs splayed out all the way near the foot of the bed. Teleported.
Strong hands jostling your legs spread even further open, drool dripping down the side of his mouth when he just drinks in your essence, feverishly hot breath hovering over your quivering cunt. And that pathetic mewl barely out of your lips before-
âA-at least I canât lose the ch-challenge way, heh-â Gojoâs lips move sultry and slow over your already thrumming clit, wrapping around so prettily to suck on the saturated beads of slick.
You can only keen, you can only thread your shaky fingers through his snow locks. Giving a harsh tug that does absolutely nothing to deter his messy make out with your cunt - if anything, your husbandâs surging his face even deeper into his favorite heaven between your thighs.Â
Nose meshing against the very tip top of your presoaked slit, dragging in a wet glide with every languid roll of his tongue into your sloppy entrance. Jaw grinding deeper and deeper-
Heâs simpering out such a fucked-out smile on your pussy, long pinkish tongue lolling out to smear open your swollen folds. And all you can do is watch and watch as heâs slurping up syrupy stripes, slender fingers dancing their way dangerously up, up, up-
âAh!â Your entire body wracks with a sudden surge of electricity - coming from the slender digits currently bullying their way into your slippery entrance. Gushing a thumb over your clit- âToru what did I tell you about-â
âAh, the jujutsu?â Gojo leans his head deliriously against part of your inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of bites. Hips mindlessly grinding down pathetically onto the plush mattress. Fuck.Â
And he looked so pretty like this - gaze drooping so close-lidded that they were almost shut, blue eyes half-glowing, mouth all glossed over with a dripping wave of your sweet, sweet juices. With this, youâre gifted with another swat of his thumb over your sodden clit, slurring, âCanât r-remember a thingââ
And then youâre cumming.
Toes curling, your hips jerking upwards into his ready hold, fisting painfully at Gojoâs hair. If it hurt then he didnât show it. Anything but. Because heâs hiking his legs up into a seated position, your trembly thighs splayed out shamelessly on the muscles of his broad shoulders.Â
Dragging and dragging you through your high with drippingly wet sucks on your clit, those drawing squelches ring in your ears and make you gasp. It was so filthy.Â
But not as filthy as the way that Gojoâs head drops backwards with a wet whimper, his eyes firmly scrunched shut. âO-oh sweetheart I-â Bedroom lights flickering.Â
And then nothing more is said as he just rips down the rest of his overpriced trousers until they were nothing but tatters hanging haphazardly around his slender waist.Â
Jittery fingers immediately taking hold of his cock - his furiously cumming cock. From just eating out his girl.Â
So reddish and weepy at the very thick tip of his, streaming out thick ribbon after ribbon of his seed that coats his fist a glossy white. You could see the way his hefty balls clenched, how his girthy shaft was twitching ferally in his fingers.Â
He bares you with his drunken gaze, lightning bolting at the ends of his eyes. Kiss electric. Sucking on your tongue over and over - before shoving two of his dripping wet digits between your pretty lips.Â
âThere we- hngh- go donât give a fuck about November-â You flinch when he smacks! his cock along your overworked clit. Circling the very edge of your entrance with his fat, sobbing tip.Â
Coated such a creamy ring with his cum. His.Â
Prattling, âTh-this is what my girl sâpposed to hah- look like. My girl.â And as soon as he sinks in just the barest of his bulbous head - the lights go out, in all of Tokyo. Soon, in all of Japan. âHeheh, doesnât c-count that I lost no nut November if I canât hngh- see it, right?â
A/N. Hope yâall have a lovely lovely NNN *evil laughs*
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Ft. Ayato ă Alhaitham ă Wanderer ă Childe ă Wriothesley ă Neuvillette
sum: things you do that unintentionally turn them on. wc: 14k - roughly 2k - 2.5k per part
contains: fempovăpnv (unprotected), creampie, (protected in alhaitham's), oral (reader givingăreceiving), fingering, come swallowing, handjob in wrio's, mentions of pregnancy/breeding kink in ayato's, out in the open for wanderer's but not caught, 69 in neuvillette's + he carries you
a/n: i liked this until i didn't, which is awkward :')
àȘâ when he loses to you in a debate - 2k
It felt like the hundredth time that day youâd torn his argument to pieces, your words sharp and precisely calculated. Alhaitham leaned back, eyeing you with a narrowed gaze as he re-evaluated every point you made, searching desperately for a flaw. But there wasnât oneâand that infuriated him.
He was accustomed to being the sharpest mind in the room, to dissecting othersâ logic with ease. Yet here you were, dismantling his points without breaking a sweat, meeting him step for step. It should have annoyed him beyond measure. And yetâŠ
His pulse quickened, and he could feel his focus drifting, thoughts derailing as you delivered yet another rebuttal with a slight, victorious curl of your lips. There was a fire in your eyes, a self-assurance that both irritated and exhilarated him, pulling him into an awareness that had little to do with intellectual sparring.
He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering over you, from the determined glint in your eyes to the way your lips formed around each sharp, defiant word. His jaw clenched, and he felt that familiar frustration morph into something else, something darker, something primal.
âNothing to say?â you prodded with a smug smile, savouring your apparent win. âThatâs not like you, Alhaitham.â
His eyes darkened. For a second, the composed mask slipped, and the heat simmering beneath flickered to the surface. âI could argue,â he replied, his voice low, dangerously calm. âBut it seems youâre enjoying this far too much.â
The bitterness in his voice was laced with something else, something unwillingâan almost grudging respect. Youâd pushed him to the edge, stripped him of his usual control, and a part of him both resented and admired your nerve. But there was no denying it: you were driving him insane.
A charged silence hung between you, and he felt itâthe heat radiating from your body, the steady rhythm of your breath, so close he could feel it. His own thoughts had scattered, leaving him with nothing but the ache of desire he was no longer able to ignore. Alhaitham stood taller, his expression hardening as his gaze settled on your lips, then drifted back to meet your eyes.
âYouâre insufferable,â he murmured, his voice roughened by tension. But the bite was gone from his tone, replaced by something unspoken, something magnetic.
Suddenly, he moved, his body pressing you back against the bookshelf, his hands bracketing you, and every other word disappeared from his mind. He leaned in, his breath a hot whisper in your ear. âYou think youâre so clever,â he said, his fingers tracing along your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze, âalways knowing just what to say to get under my skin.â
You felt his other hand slide down, coming to rest on your hip as he drew you closer. Every inch of his lean frame was now flush against you, his erection pressing insistently through the layers between you. The last of his restraint was slipping, replaced by a raw intensity that left no space for pretences.
His lips grazed along your neck, each touch sending a shudder of heat through you as his breath came hot and uneven while he slipped a hand under your shirt, fingers trailing possessively over skin that was bare. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he whispered, his voice low and inviting against your neck. âPushing me, daring me. Now, letâs see just how far you can go.â
In a single, bruising kiss, he claimed your mouth, his hands now exploring the lines and curves of your body with a feverish hunger, mapping out every reaction heâd managed to draw from you. His kiss was fierce and commanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he tasted every inch of you, unravelling the last threads of your composure.
With one swift movement, he spun you around, pressing your front against the bookshelf. A few books tumbled from the shelves, forgotten in the heat building between you as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against your shoulder, his voice low and dark. âTell me you want this,â he whispered, rough with need, his hand slipping under the hem of your skirt, fingertips trailing against your skin. âAll this time, getting under my skin⊠has it been driving you mad, too?â
Alhaithamâs hand slipped beneath your skirt, fingers brushing against the warmth radiating through the thin damp fabric of your underwear. A quiet groan escapes him, a sound rough with desire, as he felt your wetness, his own anticipation building with every heartbeat.
"You're so fucking wet for me already," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His fingers slip under the fabric, sliding through your slick folds. "All this time, you've been getting off on our arguments, haven't you? Getting yourself all worked up, imagining me bending you over and fucking you in my office."
He circles your clit with his thumb, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His other hand grips your hip, holding you steady as he works you over with his skilled fingers.
"I bet you've touched yourself thinking about me," he continues, his words filthy and raw. "Imagined my cock splitting you open, making you moan my name.â
âShut up, you talk too much-â you mumble.
Alhaitham chuckles darkly at your mumbled plea, his fingers still working between your legs. "No no-. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me how much you need my cock."
He thrusts two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes your knees weak. His thumb rubs tight circles around your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.
"Come on, angel. Use that clever tongue of yours for something other than arguing with me. Beg for it."
His other hand slides up under your shirt, roughly palming one of your breasts. He pinches your nipple, a gasp falling from your lips.
"Or maybe you'd rather I stop altogether? Leave you here, dripping and desperate, with nothing to satisfy you but your own fingers?"
He slows his movements, letting the threat hang in the air. Your hips buck back against him, seeking more friction, more pressure. You're so close, and yet he holds all the power to send you over.
"What's it gonna be, sweetheart? You gonna be a good girl and tell me what you want?â
"Please, need it-"
Alhaitham's fingers still inside you at your breathy plea, your desperate words sending a thrill through him. He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks, "There we go.â
He pulls his fingers out slowly, teasingly. You whimper at the loss, your hips pushing back, seeking to be filled again.
"Ah ah," he tuts, his hand resting on your ass. "Patience. You'll get what you need.â
He steps back, leaving you bent over the bookshelf and aching for him. He undoes his belt, along with the zipper. He approaches his desk drawer, rummaging through before he settles back behind you. You hear the crinkle of foil, the snap of latex, and then the head of his cock teasing your entrance.
Alhaitham runs it along your slit, teasing you with the promise of whatâs to come. He drags the tip through your folds, covering himself in your sticky arousal.
"Look at you, wanting it so badly," he taunts, his voice a low growl.
He pushes forward, just the tip breaching you, stretching you open. Your walls flutter around him, trying to draw him in deeper.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He chuckles darkly, slowly sinking into your heat inch by excruciating inch.
He bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against your ass. He pauses, letting you adjust to his size, savouring the feel of your tight walls clenching around him.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips.
He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. He angles his hips, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
"That's it-" he encourages, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take my cock like the good girl you are."
His hand snakes around to your front, finding your clit. He rubs tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Alhaitham sets a deep, punishing pace, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust. The bookcase rocks under the force of his movements; books tumble to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
He leans over you, a hand closing on your hip as his cock drives into you relentlessly, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your toes curl.
He picks up the pace, fucking into you harder and faster now, chasing his own release. Skin slapping against skin fills the room with an obscene sound, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.
He buries his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounds into you, lost in the feeling of your hot, wet walls clenching around him.
His fingers closed tight around your hips, pinning you down as he thrust with a fervour that made you cling to the bookshelf. âFuck, Iâm close-" he groaned, his voice thick with restraint. And just when you thought heâd let go, he pulled away, leaving you empty and aching, the heat between you simmering in the air.Â
Before you could protest, he spun you around, lifting you onto the edge of his desk. He pushes your legs apart, settling between your thighs once more.
"Wannaâ see your face," he growls, his voice rough with desire.
He lines himself up, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. Then, with one swift thrust, he's buried inside you again, filling you completely.
He sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with wild abandon. The desk creaked beneath you with each powerful thrust, papers slipping off in a messy cascade to the floor.
He pressed into you, his weight grounding you in place as his lips found yours in a fierce, consuming kiss that left you breathless. When he finally broke away, his mouth traced a heated path down your neck, lips and teeth grazing over your skin, each touch both a promise and a tease. His hips never stop moving, pounding into you with a frenzied energy.
"Come for me," he demands, his voice a harsh whisper against your ear. "I want to feel you come apart on my cock."
He reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs in tight, fast circles, the added stimulation sending you spiralling towards the edge.
Your walls start to flutter, Your breaths are fast and uneven, your body trembling, teetering just on the edge. âCome on,â he murmured, his movements growing less controlled, more desperate, as he felt his own resolve slipping. âLet go⊠let me feel you.â
With a final, brutal thrust, he sends you flying over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing through your body. You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out the aftershocks.
Alhaitham follows shortly after, his cock pulsing inside you as he finds his own release. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his groan against your skin.
You both collapse onto the desk, panting and spent, bodies still joined in the aftermath of your passionate encounter.
"Maybe we should have debates more often...." you joke breathlessly.
"Only if it ends like this." he mutters tirelessly as he leans in, his lips meeting yours.
àȘâ when you argue with him - 2.5k
âDo you ever think before you act?â you snapped, standing so close to Childe that the heat radiating from him matched your own.
His jaw tightened, and he leaned in, voice rising to meet yours. âDonât lecture me about thinking ahead! If youâd just trusted me for once, we wouldnât even need a backup plan!â
âTrust you?â You let out a harsh, bitter laugh, meeting his glare without flinching. âHow am I supposed to trust you when you treat this like some game? People could have gotten hurt, Childe! This isnât just your reckless thrill.â
He scoffed, but something in his eyes softened, though it was quickly swallowed by the intensity burning there. "You think I take this lightly? Itâs so damn frustrating to have you question every move I make."
You took another step closer, your heart beating faster as the air between you grew heavier, alive with unspoken tension. "I question your moves because they're reckless, Childe. Because you act like you're the only one who matters!
"That's what you think?" he growled, his voice was low and furious. "That I don't care what happens to the people around me?"
For a moment, there was something raw in his eyesâopen and woundedâbut you pushed the feeling aside, refusing to let him derail you. "You say you care, but you're so caught up in your ego that you can't see past your own reflection.".
"Ego?" He snorted, but his eyes were wild, almost electric, and he leaned in closer to you, the space between you evaporating. "You're one to talk! Acting like you know everything, like I can't do a single thing out there without you hovering over my shoulder."
âBecause I have to! If I donât, youâdââ Your voice wavered as you became acutely aware of just how close he was, his face inches from yours. His eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering for the faintest beat before they snapped back to meet yours.
And thatâs when it struck youâhis cheeks were flushed, his gaze burning with something more than just anger. The tension between you wasnât just frustration; there was a heat simmering beneath it all, sparking like a fuse, and you could feel it as clearly as the breath between you.
This wasnât just anger. The challenge, the fight, you standing toe-to-toe with himâit had him caught up in something else entirely.
You sucked in a sharp breath, momentarily thrown. âAre⊠are you enjoying this?â you asked, voice barely a whisper, incredulous.
Childe didn't even try to hide it; his eyes softened, and a smirk played on his lips as he leaned in, his voice low and charged. "Maybe I am," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "Didn't think you had this much fire in you.".
You swallowed, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks. âThis isnât funny, Childe. Iâm trying to get through to you, and youâreââ
âOh, Iâm listening,â he cut in, his voice dropping even lower, rougher. âBut I canât help it if seeing you like this⊠gets me a little fired up.â His eyes gleamed with a challenging spark, as if daring you to push him further, to keep pushing back.
Your breath caught, but you refused to back down, even as you felt the air between you grow thick with an intensity that was no longer just anger. âYouâre⊠unbelievable,â you managed, your voice wavering slightly.
Childeâs smirk deepened, his eyes never leaving yours as he took that final, daring step closer. His hand found your jaw, fingers brushing your skin with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. For a heartbeat, the only sound between you was your own uneven breathing as his gaze flicked once more to your lips, lingering there.
âIâm unbelievable, am I?â he murmured, voice barely a breath, but carrying enough intensity to make your pulse race even faster.
"I-"
Before you could respond, his lips met yours with a raw intensity that sent a jolt through you. The kiss was anything but restrainedâurgent, almost desperate, as if heâd been holding back for far too long and was finally letting go. His fingers tightened around your jaw, his other hand slipping to your waist to pull you in close, eliminating any trace of space between you.
You matched his intensity, pressing back just as fiercely, your hands finding his shoulders and gripping tight as you poured every ounce of pent-up frustration, tension, and maybe something more into the kiss. The world around you seemed to blur, fading into nothing as his lips moved against yours with an urgency that left you breathless.
Childe groaned low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He broke away from your mouth just long enough to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "You drive me crazy," he growled against your throat, his voice rough with need. "Always questioning me, always pushing back. It's fucking hot."
His hands glide along your sides, lifting your shirt in one fluid motion and discarding it as his eyes roamed over you, dark with desire. He paused just briefly, letting the sight of you linger, before his mouth found you again, tracing the curves of your chest with lips and tongue, his fingers deftly working to free you from your bra.
You arched into his touch, head falling back as pleasure sparked through you. Your own hands worked frantically at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against yours. "Ajax," you gasped out, your voice breathy and wanton. "Please..."
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Please what?" he murmured, nipping at your collarbone. "I wanna hear you say it."
You swallowed hard, your mind hazy with desire. "I want you," you managed, your voice trembling. "I want you to fuck me, please-â
He captured your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. His hands slid down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against his already hard cock. You could feel the heat of him even through the layers of clothing that still separated you.
"I need you," Childe rasped against your lips, his hips rolling against yours in a slow grind. "Right fucking now."
He guided you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed, the heated kiss unbroken. He slid down on top of you in one fluid motion, pressing you down onto the bed as he moved with you, pinning you under him, his eyes dark and intense as he took you in. His chest rose and fell with a few heavy breaths as he steadied himself.
"This is your last chance to back out," he whispered, his voice low and rough-edged. "Because once I start, I won't stop until I've had every bit of you."
Your eyes met his, soft and misty with anticipation as the unspoken answer hung in the charged space between you.
"I don't want you to stop," you breathed, reaching up to pull him down into another kiss. "I want everything you've got-"
With a feral growl, his hands made quick work of the remaining barriers between you. Childe's fingers hooked into your waistband and yanked your trousers and panties down in one swift motion. His eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of you, splayed out beneath him, completely bare. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
He settled between your thighs, the heat of his bare skin against your most sensitive parts making you gasp. His fingers trailed teasingly along your inner thighs, brushing maddeningly close to where you needed him most.
"Please," you whimpered, arching your hips in search of more friction. "Ajax, I need-"
âShh,â he whispered, brushing a finger softly over your lips. "Just relax⊠let me take care of you." His voice was just a lulling hum, low and comforting.
He lowered his head and traced a slow, tantalising path up your inner thigh with his tongue, each inch a deliberate tease. A shiver coursed through you, your fingers clutching the sheets as he inched closer to your core, building anticipation with every lingering touch.
When his tongue finally ran along your slit, you cried out, your back bowing off the bed. His tongue swirled around your clit, lapping at you with a hunger that bordered on feral. Two fingers pushed inside you, stretching and filling you in the most delicious way.
"That's it, let me hear you," Childe growled against your skin, his words sending vibrations straight to your core. "Fuck, you taste so good. I could eat this sweet little pussy all day."
He worked you relentlessly, his fingers curling inside you just right, his tongue flicking mercilessly over your clit. It wasnât long before you were teetering on the edge, thighs trembling around him as your fingers tangled desperately in his hair.
His mouth moved over you with a hungry intensity, each slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue sending sparks racing through you, making your hips roll instinctively to meet his every movement.
Your arousal slicked his lips and chin as he held you close, his fingers working in tandem, pressing into you and curling just right to reach that deep, electric spot that made you lose all sense of restraint. The pleasure built steadily, his every touch pushing you closer to the point of no return, your entire body drawn taut in anticipation.
The obscene sounds of his mouth on your pussy, the squelch of his fingers inside you, the filthy slurps and moans he made as he ate you out - it was almost too much to bear.
He groaned against your folds, the vibrations making you buck and writhe beneath him. His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, pinning you in place as he kept up his relentless assault on your clit.
Your thighs were shaking violently as your muscles tensed and coiled tight with your approaching orgasm. Childe sensed it too, doubling his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit as he finger-fucked you harder, faster.
"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice muffled against your soaked folds. "Let me feel you come undone on my tongue. Fucking soak me, baby.â
With a hoarse cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as wave upon wave of searing pleasure washed over you. Your pussy clamped down on his fingers, your arousal slick on his chin, dripping down onto the sheets beneath him.
Childe groaned low in his throat, lapping at your release as if it were the finest ambrosia, wringing the last drop of pleasure from your body until you lay still beneath him.
He slowly pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with your essence. He licked his lips, savouring your taste with a satisfied hum. âTastes so fucking sweet.â
He crawled up your body, settling between your thighs once more. You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing insistently against your entrance, making you clench with anticipation.
"I need to be inside you," Childe growled, his voice strained with need. "Need to feel this tight little cunt squeezing my cock."
He reached down, gripping himself and rubbing the swollen head of his cock through your slick folds. You whimpered, your hips canting up, trying to force him inside.
"Please," you begged, your voice wrecked and desperate. "Ajax, I need you. Need you so fucking bad."
With a low groan, he pushed forward, sinking into your wet heat inch by inch. You both moaned at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Childe panted, his hips rolling in shallow thrusts as he let you adjust to him. "Feels so good, baby. So fucking good."
Once you'd both adjusted, he started to move, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you. He set a relentless pace, pounding into you with a force that made the bed creak and your body jolt with each powerful thrust.
Childe's hands gripped your ankles, pushing your legs up and back towards your chest, folding you nearly in half. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper inside you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace. "Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch of my cock."
You could do no more than moan incoherently, hands scrabbling at the sheets. The feeling of him so deep inside you, stretching you, filling you, was almost too much to bear.
"You like that, don't you?" Childe panted, strained with exertion.
"Like having me so fucking deep inside you." He punctuated each filthy word with a sharp snap of his hips, driving into you so hard that you swore you could feel him in your throat. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as another orgasm crashed over you, your walls clamping down around him like a vice.
"Shit, baby," Childe growled, his rhythm faltering as he fought to hold back his own release. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. Gonna- gonna make me cum if you keep doing that."
But you were too far gone to care, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure consuming you. All you could do was hold on for dear life as Childe fucked you through your orgasm, his cock hitting your deepest spots with every thrust, pushing you higher and higher until you were sure you'd black out from the intensity of it all.
Childe's thrusts grew erratic, his fingers digging into your ankles as he chased his own release.
His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside you as he found his peak. You felt the hot rush of his cum painting your walls, claiming you from the inside out.Â
A low, shuddering groan escaped him as the intensity of his release rippled through his body. And for a long, quiet moment, neither of you moved, basking in the dying warmth and soft haze of satisfaction.
The weight of Childe pressed against you as he lowered your legs back down. His warm breath on your shoulder as he stayed inside of you. He slowly lifted his head, eyes locked with yours. For that one moment, there was something soft in his eyesâsomething almost tenderâthe softness he mostly protected.
"You're amazing, you know that?" he muttered, his voice low and warm.
A smile played at your lips as you looked up at him, quiet happiness filling your eyes. "Not too bad yourself," you teased, reaching up to rest your hand against his cheek, your thumb tracing a light path along his jawline. "For a reckless, ego-driven, pain in the ass."
Childe laughed, leaning into your touch with a shameless grin. "I think you meant to say charming, irresistible, and exceptionally skilled in bed," he corrected, a roguish glint firing in his eyes.
"Yeah, maybe that too," you whispered, pulling him into a soft, dragged-out kiss, basking in the wordless connection that ran between you.
àȘâ seeing you do domestic things - 2.4k
Ayato leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, his eyes focused on you as you worked. The soft light of the afternoon filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on the scene in front of him. You were humming quietly to yourself as you stirred the pot on the hob, moving with a quiet grace that Ayato could only admire.
It wasnât just the domesticity of the moment that caught his attentionâit was the way you made it look so effortless, the way you fit so naturally into his life, his home. You were already making the space feel like it was your joint space, your presence breathing life into the place, and Ayato found himself growing more and more captivated by the thought of this becoming a permanent reality.
You glanced up, catching him watching you, and a teasing smile tugged at your lips. "Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you going to help?"
Ayato stepped forward, his gaze never leaving yours. âIâd rather just watch you, honestly,â he said smoothly, his voice thick with desire. âItâs hard to look away when you make something as simple as cooking look so⊠irresistible.â
You laughed lightly, but his eyes stayed locked on you, the intensity of his gaze deepening with each passing second. You continued with your work, though something about the way he was looking at you made your pulse quicken.
âWhatâs on your mind?â you asked, still teasing, but there was an edge of curiosity in your voice.
He moved closer, placing his hands casually on the counter beside you, his body barely separate from yours. âYou,â he said bluntly, his voice dropping lower. âWatching you cook, has me thinking about our future together⊠itâs making it impossible to focus.â
You paused, raising an eyebrow. âA future together?â you asked, your heart skipping a beat at the implication. âLike what?â
Ayatoâs lips curled into a confident, knowing smile. âLike this. You, in our home, doing all these wifely things, making our space feel warm and lived-inâŠâ His voice was laced with a quiet heat as he leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear. âI can already see itâusâwith kids running around, your laugh filling the halls, hearing the sound of little feet chasing each other.â
The words hit you like a jolt of electricity, and you froze for a moment, feeling his hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer. His chest pressed against yours, and you could feel his heartbeatâa steady rhythm that matched the rapid pace of your own.
Ayato didnât give you a chance to respond before his lips captured yours in a kissâslow at first, but quickly turning deeper as his hands slid around to your back, pulling you even closer. His desire was palpable, every movement of his hands speaking louder than his words ever could.
When he pulled back, he was breathing heavily, his hands still on you as he looked down at you with a knowing smile. âI canât help it,â he murmured, his voice low, almost hoarse. âSeeing you like this, talking about our future⊠I want it, more than anything. And I want you... right here, right now.â His eyes darkened with desire. âI canât stop thinking about itâthinking about you.â
You shivered at his words, your chest tightening with anticipation. His boldness, his forwardnessâit wasnât something you were used to seeing from Ayato, and yet in this moment, it made your heart race. You felt the weight of his desire, the rawness of it, and it ignited something in you as well.
He didnât wait for you to respond, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands sliding along the curves of your body with a sense of urgency. âYouâre going to drive me mad if you keep looking at me like that,â he growled. âI can already picture it, I want it all.â
His words were enough to push you over the edge, and without thinking, you pulled him closer, kissing him fiercely, giving into the heat between you. His hands slid to your hips, pulling you up against him as his desire burned hotter.
And as he kissed you with an intensity you hadnât expected, you realised that this wasnât just about the moment. It was about the future you were both already imagining togetherâthe family, the home, the lifeâand Ayato was determined to make that future as real as possible.
The thought of a life together, full of passion, warmth, and the sound of childrenâs laughter echoing through your shared home, consumed him completely. And as he held you close, he knew he would stop at nothing to make that future a reality.
Ayato's hands slide down your sides, his touch igniting sparks wherever he touches. He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looks down at you with hooded eyes. "I want you so badly," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to make you mine in every way possible."
His hands find the hem of your shirt, and he starts to tug it upward, his fingers skimming over the smooth skin of your stomach. You shiver at his touch, arching into him as he leans down to trail kisses along your collarbone.
"I can't wait to see you round with my child," he breathes against your skin, his hand splaying across your belly. "To know that I put them there."
He walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the kitchen counter, and with a swift movement, he lifts you onto it, stepping between your parted thighs.
"I'm going to worship every inch of you," he promises, his hands already working to remove your clothes.
The intensity of Ayato's desire is palpable as he stands between your parted thighs, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that takes your breath away. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your skin as he slowly strips away your clothing, revealing more and more of you to his appreciative eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with need. "So perfect."
His fingers trace the curve of your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples until they harden under his touch. You gasp, arching into him, craving more of his touch. He obliges, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him close as he lavishes attention on your breasts. His other hand slides down your stomach.
Ayato's hand slides down your stomach, his fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your panties. You gasp at the contact, your hips lifting instinctively seeking more of his touch. He chuckles lowly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
"So eager," he teases, his fingers slipping lower, brushing against your slick folds.
He circles your clit with a feather-light touch, making you whimper and squirm beneath him. Your head falls back against the counter, your eyes fluttering closed as you lose yourself to the sensation of his skilled fingers.
"Please," you breathe, your hips rolling against his hand, seeking more friction.
Ayato obliges, sliding a finger inside you, then another, pumping them in and out of your pussy. Your inner walls clench around him, drawing him deeper.
"That's it, sweetheart," he encourages, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit. "Let me make you feel good."
His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive spot that makes your toes curl. You cry out, your grip on his hair tightening as pleasure courses through your veins.
"You're so tight," he groans, his own arousal evident in the way his hips grind against yours. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."
He adds a third finger, stretching you, preparing you for what's to come. Your body trembles on the edge of release, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ayato's fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips buck against his hand, desperate for more friction, more pressure. You can feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
"That's it, beautiful," Ayato muses, "Look so pretty like this-"
His words, combined with the skillful movements of his fingers, are enough to send you over the edge. Your body tenses, your back arching off the counter as waves of pleasure crash over you. You cry out, your inner walls clenching around Ayato's fingers as you ride out the intense sensations.
Ayato doesn't stop, continuing to work you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. As you start to come down from your high, he slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips.
"Mmm, you taste so sweet," he murmurs, licking your essence from his fingers. "I could do that forever if you let me."
Before you can catch your breath, he's removing his own clothes, not taking long to reveal his hard, throbbing cock.
"Need to be inside you-" he groans, his hands gripping your hips. "Need to feel you wrapped around me."
He steps between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging against your slick entrance.
Ayato slowly pushes into you, his cock stretching you deliciously. You moan at the sensation of being filled, your walls clenching around him. He groans at the tight heat enveloping him, his hips pressing forward until he's fully seated inside you.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he breathes, his forehead resting against yours. "So perfect."
He starts to move, his hips rocking against yours in a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, stoking the embers of your desire once more.
Ayato's movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust designed to bring you maximum pleasure. His hands roam over your body, caressing every curve and dip as he loses himself in the feel of you.
"I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."
His words, coupled with the tender way he makes love to you, bring tears to your eyes. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing to feel every inch of him.
"Show me," you whisper, your hands tangling in his hair. "Show me how much you love me."
Ayato's response is to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he continues to move within you. The kiss is slow and sensual, a reflection of the intimate act you're sharing.
"I'll always love you," he vows against your lips. "Always."
As he speaks, his thrusts become more urgent, more passionate. You can feel the coil of pleasure building once more in your core, your body responding to his every move.
Ayato's thrusts become more urgent, more passionate, as he loses himself in the feel of you. But even as he chases his own pleasure, his mind is filled with thoughts of the future, of the life you'll build together.
"I want this," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want us, together, forever. I want to wake up next to you every morning, to come home to you every night."
His hand slides down to your stomach, pressing gently against the soft skin. "I want to see you round with my child, to watch you grow and change as our family grows."
The thought sends a shiver of excitement through you, and you cling to him tighter, your hips meeting his thrust for thrust. âI want that too-â
Ayato's response is a low growl, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as he pounds into you, chasing his release.
Ayato's thrusts grow more urgent, more demanding, as he chases his climax. His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he drives into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every stroke.
"I'm close," he grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I want to fill you up, to mark you as mine."
His words send a thrill through you, and you clench around him, urging him on. "Yes," you gasp, "Please-"
With a final, powerful thrust, Ayato buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his cum deep inside you. The sensation of his hot release triggers your own orgasm.
As Ayato empties himself inside you, your walls clench and flutter around his cock, milking him for every last drop. Your body trembles with the force of your orgasm, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your juices gush around his length, coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs.
"Fuck, yes," Ayato groans, his hips twitching as he feels your release, his hips grinding against yours as he rides out the waves of pleasure. "Take it all, baby. Take all of me."
He continues to thrust shallowly, drawing out your climax, his own cock pulsing with aftershocks. Your inner walls ripple around him, squeezing him tightly as you ride out the intense sensations.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and appreciative. "So perfect, like you were made for me, weren't you?"
As the last waves of pleasure subside, Ayato leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue delves into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you as his own. You moan into the kiss, your arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer.
The kiss is slow and sensual, a reflection of the intimate act you've just shared. Ayato's hands roam over your body, caressing your curves, your skin still slick with sweat.
"I love you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."
You smile against his mouth, your heart swelling with love and contentment. "I love you too," you whisper back. "Always and forever."
àȘâ when you take care of him - 1.9k
Wriothesley leaned back against the pillows, a picture of reluctant vulnerabilityâa rare sight, his usual sharp confidence dulled by the grip of a stubborn cold. Heâd fought tooth and nail to convince you he didnât need anyone fussing over him, but his protests had crumbled under your firm insistence. So now, he was stuck with you at his bedside, his gruff pride no match for your stubborn resolve.
You place a tray alongside him, holding soup, and a few other remedies. "Alright, let's get you sorted," you said, scooping up a spoonful of broth and extending it toward him.
He looked back at you, his brow furrowed with stubborn defiance, but you only hitched an eyebrow in silence.
He let out a long, aggrieved sigh and grumbled under his breath before he leaned forward and took the spoonful, holding it longer in his mouth than was really necessary, his eyes latched onto yours. His cheeks already flushed with fever, coloured a fraction darker, but he acted like he didn't notice.
"See? That wasn't so bad," you teased your voice soft as you reached up to sweep a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
His jaw clenched, and he cleared his throat, looking away as if the ceiling had suddenly become fascinating. Something about the way you touched him-so gentle, so deliberate-had him feeling unstably off-balance.
His pulse raced, a heat coiling low in his stomach, that left an evident reaction under the blankets that he desperately tried to will away. Mortified by his reaction, he reached for a cushion and shifted it onto his lap, with forced nonchalance.
"You don't need to babysit me," he grumbled, his voice hoarse, and he refused to meet your gaze. "I'll be alright. You've got much more important things to attend to."
âOh, nice try,â you replied with a wry smile, holding another spoonful toward him. âYouâre stuck with me until Iâm satisfied that youâre actually resting. So stop pretending youâre not secretly grateful.â
His lips parted, but whatever retort heâd planned died on his tongue as he met your gaze. There was no teasing in your eyes now, only a quiet tenderness that made his chest tighten. You cared-truly-and it was overwhelming in a way he hadn't anticipated.
"Why are you doing all this?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, giving away a flicker of something unguarded.
You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over the skin that flushed there. "Because you deserve it," you said, so simply. "Even if you're too stubborn to admit it."
He inhaled sharply, his hold on the cushion tightening as the touch of your hand warmed through him and sent a jolt of something far from comforting through him. His mind was racing as the tension betrayed his attempts to keep composed. The hell is wrong with him? He thought. This isn't supposed to feel like⊠this.
But you noticed. The way his jaw tensed, the subtle shift under the blanketsâit was impossible to miss. A mischievous spark lit up in your eyes, and you leaned in just a fraction closer.
âWrio,â you murmured, your tone laced with playful curiosity. âAre you⊠turned on right now?â
His head whipped toward you, his wide eyes betraying his panic. âWhatâno! I mean⊠maybe? Fuck, I donât know,â he stammered, running a hand through his hair, clearly flustered.
You bit back a grin, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. âAww,â you cooed, your voice teasing. âThe big, tough Warden, all flustered over a little care? How adorable.â
âShut up,â he growled, his face burning crimson as he glared at youâthough the heat in his gaze betrayed something far less menacing. "It's not like that."
"Oh, really?" you said, leaning in closer, your breath ghosting over his skin. "Then what is it like, Wriothesley?"
He swallowed, his eyes darting to yours before dropping again. "It's... it's nothing," he muttered, barely above a whisper. "Just a stupid physical reaction, that's all."
"Mmm, I see," you hummed, reaching out to trace a finger down his jawline. "And by that, what you're trying to tell me is that right now it's not crossing your mind how nice it would feel to be taken care of by someone else? Make you feel better?"
He let out a shaking breath as his eyes darkened to meet yours. "I- I don't." he stammered, words trailing off as he fought for a coherent thought.
"It's alright," you whispered, a small smile on your lips. "I can see it in your eyes, Wriothesley. You want this, don't you? You want me to make you feel good."
His breath hitched, and his chest began to rise and fall more and more rapidly as he stared at you, pupils dilated with arousal. "Yes," he breathed, his voice rough from need. "God, yes, I do."
Your heart was racing, your own desire a mirror of his while you leaned in closer, your lips just inches from his. "Then let me take care of you," you murmured.
He emitted a low groan; his body quivered in anticipation. "Please," he whispered, voice raw with need. "Please, I need you."
You reached underneath the duvet, your fingers tracing over his hot skin, tracing the lines of his toned stomach. He shivered beneath your touch, breathing in short, ragged gasps as you explored his body.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking up against your hand. "That feels so good."
You smirked, your fingers dipping lower, teasing the waistband of his boxers. "Is that so?" you purred, your eyes glinting with mischief.
As you freed his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers you couldn't help but marvel at the sight. His cock, thick and hard, proudly standing to attention. A drop of precum glistened from the tip of his cock, his need evident.
You swirled your thumb around the head, smearing the slick fluid and drawing a shudder from Wriothesley. "Mmm, look at you," you purred, low and husky.
He let out a choked noise, eyes fluttering shut as he fisted his hands in the sheets.
"Please," he pleaded, voice raw with need. "Please, touch me."
You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, giving it a slow, firm stroke from base to tip. His cock twitched in your hand, another drop of precum beading at the slit. He bucked against your hand, his hips rocking in time with your movements.
"That's it," you murmured, your thumb swiping over the sensitive head of his cock. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
He nodded, his head falling back against the pillows as he surrendered to your touch. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as you worked him over.
You smirked, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the head of his cock. He shuddered beneath you, his hands fisting in your hair as you licked a slow stripe up his length.
"Mmm, you taste so good," you purred, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
With that, you parted your lips and took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his shaft as you bobbed your head up and down. He let out a strangled cry, his hips thrusting up to meet your movements.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, taking him deeper, your nose nestling into the hair at the base of his cock. He was throbbing in your mouth, his precum coating your tongue as you worked him over.
"Fuck-" he gasped, voice ragged with pleasure. "Your mouth feels amazing."
You hummed around his shaft, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
As you continued to suck and lick at Wriothesley's throbbing cock, your free hand drifted lower, cupping his heavy balls. You rolled them gently in your palm, feeling their weight, savouring the way they twitched at your touch.
Wriothesley let out a low groan, his hips bucking up into your mouth. "Fuck, that feels good," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure.
You hummed in return, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. Your fingers massaged his balls, delicate flesh kneaded as you worked him over.
He was leaking steadily now, his precum coating your tongue as you sucked him deeper. The taste of him filled your senses: musky, masculine. It was intoxicating - your own arousal growing with each passing second.
"God-" he panted, his hands fisting in your hair. "I'm getting close."
You redoubled your efforts, your head bobbing faster as you took him to the back of your throat. Your fingers squeezed his balls, feeling them draw up even tighter as his climax approached.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice ragged. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
You moaned around his shaft, the vibrations pushing him over the edge. With one final thrust of his hips, he exploded in your mouth, ropes of cum filling your throat as he cried out in ecstasy.
You swallowed it all, milking him through his orgasm until he was spent and trembling beneath you. Finally, you released him from your mouth, licking your lips as you pulled back.
As Wriothesley came down from his high, you couldn't help but tease him just a little bit more.Â
You lightly ran your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, licking up the last of his release. He shuddered beneath you, his over-sensitive flesh twitching at every light touch.
"Ah!" he gasped, jerking his hips without meaning to. "Too much, I can'tâ"
You smirked, eyes glinting with mischief as you continued your sweet torment. Your tongue swirled around the tip and he whimpered, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tried to push you away, but you held firm, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from his spent body.
"I could do this all day." you purred, breath hot against his skin.
He let out a strangled laugh, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "You're a fucking tease," he grumbled, but there was no real heat behind his words.
You smiled, giving the head of his cock one final kiss before releasing him from your mouth. Sitting back, you licked your lips as you took in the view he presented-flush-cheeked, panting, eyes glossed over with satisfaction.
"Someone's gotta take care of you," you murmured, your voice husky. "And I'm more than willing to volunteer for the job."
You leaned down, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to Wriothesley's lips. He sighed into the kiss, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer. It was a tender moment, a stark contrast to the heated passion that had come before.
You drew back, staring into his eyes, the warmth and affection glowing within. "How are you feeling?" you asked, softly. Your thumb brushed over his cheekbone, and he smiled. His hand came up to overlay yours. "Better," he admitted, his voice low and rough. "Much better, thanks to you."
You leaned in, nuzzling his nose with yours. "I aim to please," you teased, your eyes sparkling merrily.
He chuckled and shook his head in mock exasperation. "You're hopeless" he mumbled, but there was no mistaking the fondness in his tone.
àȘâ seeing you wearing his clothes - 2.6k
Neuvillette opened the door, exhaling softly as he stepped into the quiet of his home. After a day full of formalities, courtroom battles, and endless patience, the relief of finally being in his own space was palpable.
He set his coat aside, running a hand through his hair to loosen the constraints of his usually perfect appearance. But as he looked up, whatever was left of his exhaustion was washed clean by the sight of you curled up on the couch in one of his shirts.
You looked up and smiled softly, but the sight of you in his clothes, settled comfortably into his personal space, had him frozen in place. The shirt fell just a little too loose on your frame, sleeves slipping past your wrists, and the hem brushing against your thighs, revealing just enough to spark his desire. The scent of his cologne lingered faintly on the fabric, mingling with your own warmth, making something in him stir deeply.
A glint of intensity appeared in his eyes as he took a slow step forward, watching as your expression shifted, noticing the effect youâd unknowingly had on him. His gaze grew darker, the usual restraint crumbling as he drank in the sight of you in his clothesâhis shirt, on you.
âYou⊠have no idea what that does to me,â he murmured, his voice deepening with a possessive edge as he came to stand over you. His eyes roamed slowly from the collar falling off one shoulder to your bare legs curled beneath you.
Before you could respond, he was leaning down, caging you in his arms, his hands gripping the back of the couch as he hovered close, his breath warm against your ear. âIt suits you, you know,â he whispered, his voice a blend of softness and possessive heat. âBut you know what else? I think Iâd rather be peeling it off you.â
His hands slid around your waist, tugging you closer as his lips grazed your neck in a mix of reverence and need. The weariness of his day forgotten, overcome by that fire that urged him to make sure you knew just how much you belonged to him.
"Don't move," he whispered, his voice raw as he pressed you against him. "I need this-
His fingers traced your waist, savouring the feel of soft fabric clinging to your form, but even more so, the sensation of you underneath. You could feel his heartbeat against you, the strong, steady rhythm betraying his calm exterior as his lips found a place on your shoulder- your neck, lingering as if to imprint this moment to memory.
Your hands lightly rested against his chest as he pressed closer, his eyes going dark, unguarded in the display of how far his longing had overcome him. "Every time I come home, I find myself hoping to see you like this," he murmured, voice low and husky. "So close⊠so undeniably mine.
His eyes, with fierce tenderness, burned as his thumbs brushed against your cheeks, angling your face up to meet his. For a moment longer, his eyes held yours before he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both possessive and fiercely tender.
Neuvillette's hands slid down to your hips, pulling you closer, as his lips moved against yours with a fervour that bordered on desperation. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and when you granted him access, he deepened the kiss, his breath mingling with yours.
"You taste like home," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Like everything I've ever wanted."
His hands roamed over your body, caressing the curves he knew so well.
His hands slid up your sides, tracing the hem of the shirt as it brushed against your thighs. "You look so beautiful like this, so perfectly mine."
He leaned in, nuzzling your neck, inhaling deeply. "I want to make love to you, right here, with you wearing nothing but my shirt."
His hands slipped under the fabric, caressing your skin, his touch igniting sparks of desire wherever he touched.
Neuvillette's hands slid under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he claimed your mouth in another searing kiss. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss.
He carried you towards the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours, his hands gripping your thighs possessively. When he reached the bed, he laid you down gently, his body covering yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress.
"You drive me wild," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "Seeing you in my shirt, wearing my scent... it's almost too much to bear."
His hands slid under the shirt, caressing your skin, his touch igniting sparks of desire wherever he touched. He trailed kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point, making you gasp.
"I need you," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I need to be inside you, to claim you, to make you mine in every way possible."
His hands slipped under your shirt, pushing it up to expose your breasts. He dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing until it hardened under his touch. His other hand slid between your legs, his fingers finding your folds, teasing you slowly.
Neuvillette's lips closed around your nipple, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud. His hand continued to stroke you, his fingers teasing your folds, dipping inside you slowly.
He could feel your breath hitching, your body arching into his touch. He released your nipple with a soft pop, blowing cool air over the wet skin, making you shiver.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So responsive, so beautiful."
His hand slid up your body, pushing the shirt higher, exposing more of your skin. He kissed a trail up your sternum, his lips brushing the underside of your chin before capturing your mouth in another deep, passionate kiss.
His fingers continued their teasing dance between your legs, stroking and circling, building the tension within you. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your body begging for more.
"Tell me how I can please you." he whispered against your lips.
Neuvillette's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at you, his hand still teasing your folds. "Anything, mon amour," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I would do anything to please you, to make you feel good."
His lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He captured your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. "I want to worship every inch of you," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.Â
His fingers continued their skilled ministrations, stroking and teasing, building the tension within you. He could feel your hips rocking against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
"That's it, mon amour," he encouraged, his voice low and husky. "Let go, let yourself feel everything. I've got you.â
Neuvillette's fingers glided expertly through your slick folds, teasing and stroking, building the tension within you. He knew your body so well, knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild with desire.
His thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure. At the same time, two of his fingers pushed inside you, curling upwards to stroke that spot deep within that made your toes curl.
He set a steady rhythm, his fingers moving in and out, in and out, his thumb continuing its maddening circles. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your body responding to his touch.
He angled his fingers slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. His thumb increased its pressure on your clit, rubbing in tight circles, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"You're so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure," he growled, his own desire evident in his voice.
"Wanna make you feel good too-"
He rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him so that your pussy was hovering right above his mouth and you were met with his crotch.
Neuvillette's eyes darkened with lust as he gazed up at you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "Then take what you need, mon amour," he growled, his voice muffled against your core.
He pulled you down, his tongue delving between your folds, licking and sucking, tasting your essence. His hands gripped your ass, holding you in place.
You reached down, your fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers. His thick, hard cock sprang free, the tip already glistening with precum.
Neuvillette's breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly. "Please-" he groaned, his hips bucking up into your touch.
You lowered your head, your tongue flicking out to lick the precum from the tip of his cock. Neuvillette groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you closer.
You wrapped your lips around his thick shaft, taking him deep into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him as you bobbed your head, sucking and licking, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth.
Neuvillette's hips rocked up to meet your movements, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, just like that," he groaned.
Neuvillette moaned into your folds as he lapped at your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him, his fingers digging into your flesh.
He could feel your juices coating his tongue, your scent filling his senses, driving him wild with desire. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue delving deep inside you.
His nose brushed against your clit as he buried his face deeper, his tongue curling to hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. He could feel you trembling above him, your moans filling the room.
"Come for me, mon amour," he growled against your folds, his voice vibrating through you. "Let go, let me feel you."
He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers pumping in and out of you, faster and harder.
He could feel your thighs trembling against his face, your moans growing louder, more desperate. He knew you were close, could feel your walls starting to flutter around his fingers.
"That's it, mon amour," he growled, his voice muffled against your folds.
Neuvillette felt your body tense above him, your walls clamping down around his fingers as your orgasm crashed over you. He lapped at your clit, prolonging your pleasure, his fingers gentling their movements as you rode out the waves of your climax.
He continued to lap at your folds, cleaning up your cum, his tongue swirling and flicking, bringing you down from your high.
But Neuvillette remained strong, not letting himself get close, wanting to finish inside you.
As you came down from your high, Neuvillette slowly released your thighs, his hands caressing your skin as he pulled back. His cock throbbed, aching for release, but he ignored it, his focus solely on your pleasure.
He sat up, turning you around and pulling you into his arms, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the flavour mingling with his own unique taste.
"I need to be inside you," he growled against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "I need to feel you, all of you."
He laid you back on the bed, his body covering yours, his cock nestling against your entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes locked with yours, seeking permission, seeking connection.
You nod.
With a slow, steady push, he sank into you, your walls stretching to accommodate his thick length.
"Ah, sweetheart-" he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. "You feel incredible, so tight, so perfect."
He began to move, his hips rocking against yours, his cock sliding in and out of your slick heat. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he thrust into you, deeper and harder with each movement.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I love you so so much-"
His pace increased, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he chased his release. His fingers dug into your hips, leaving marks of his passion, his possession.
Neuvillette's teeth sank into your shoulder, marking you as his, as he thrust into you with wild abandon. His hips slammed against yours, his cock driving deep inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars.
"Mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "All mine, now and forever."
His hands roamed over your body, caressing your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your body responding to his every move.
He angled his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside you that made you scream his name. His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Come with me, angel" he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel you."
Neuvillette could feel his own release approaching, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing inside you. He redoubled his efforts, his hips slamming against yours, his fingers rubbing your clit harder, faster.
His teeth sank into your shoulder again, his mark claiming you, possessing you, as his thrusts became erratic, his movements losing their rhythm.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, ropes of cum flooding you, your name a prayer on his lips.
As Neuvillette's orgasm crashed over him, you could feel your own release building, your walls clamping down around his pulsing cock. Your body trembled beneath him, your moans filling the room as you rode out the waves of your climax.
Your back arched off the bed, your fingers digging into his shoulders, holding him close as you came undone. Your inner walls rippled around his length, milking him, drawing out every last drop of his seed.
"Neuvillette!" you cried out, your voice breaking as the pleasure consumed you.
Neuvillette held you close, his arms wrapping around you, his body shaking with the force of his own release. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered your name over and over again.
Neuvillette held you close as you both came down from your highs, your bodies entwined, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal. He pressed soft kisses to your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, his lips trailing over your skin like a whisper.
"I love you, angel," he murmured, his voice low and tender. "I love you more than anything in this world."
He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so that you were lying on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand stroked your hair, his fingers gently massaging your scalp.
"You are my everything," he whispered, his arms tightening around you. "My heart, my soul, my reason for being."
He closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he held you close, savouring the feeling of your body against his, the warmth of your skin, the scent of your hair.
"Rest now, mon amour," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.
àȘâ watching you fight - 2.6k
The air heavy with the scent of battle and the sharp crackle of elemental energy. Wandererâs movements were graceful and precise as always, his slender figure darting between foes with deadly elegance. But his focus wasnât entirely on the fight.
No, his attention was locked on you.
You fought with a raw intensity, every strike you made sharp and calculated, every movement full of purpose. The way you moved, the way you commanded the space around you, was captivating. With every swing of your weapon, you demonstrated your strength and your resilience, your utter refusal to back down. The fire in your eyes was irresistible, and Wanderer couldnât tear his gaze away from you.
Each time you dodged an attack, countered an enemy, or dispatched another foe with ease, his chest tightened with something he wasnât quite used toâsomething primal.
He had always admired your strength, but thisâthisâwas something different. The sight of your passion, your raw determination, made him ache with desire.
You caught his eye in the midst of a battle, and for a brief moment, the world around you seemed to disappear. He saw the way your lips curled in a confident, almost defiant smile as you took down an enemy, and it hit him like a jolt of electricity. His body tensed, a heat flooding his chest as he watched you finish the last enemy off with a powerful blow.
The battle ended in a flash of elemental power, and then there was silence. The only sound was your heavy breathing, while the air still hung heavy with the remnants of a fight. Wanderer didn't tear his eyes from you as he stared at the mess your hair was in, at the droplets of sweat glinting upon your skin. You were standing tall, victorious, and you radiated an undeniable strength that stirred something in himâa hunger he couldnât push away.
You wiped the sweat from your brow, turning to face him with a breathless smile. âNot bad, huh?â you said, your voice teasing, but there was an edge of satisfaction in it.
Wanderer didnât answer immediately. His eyes raked over you with an intensity that was impossible to miss. There was something about the way you fought, the way you carried yourself that made it impossible for him to ignore how turned on he was. He couldnât shake the image of you fighting by his side, every graceful movement making his pulse race.
His eyes gleamed with something darker now, and when he spoke, his voice was rough, low, like he was tasting the words before they left his mouth.
âYou have no idea,â he said, his gaze moving over you slowly, like a predator studying its prey. He let the words hang between you, heavy with intent. âThe way you fight... the way you move, like nothing else matters but the battle... itâs...â He let out a soft, almost dismissive laugh, but there was no mistaking the heat in his voice. âItâs intoxicating.â
His gaze drifted to the blood on your clothes, the way your chest heaved with each breath, the way your muscles flexed beneath the sweat and the grime of the fight. The bloodâyours or theirs, it didnât matterâonly seemed to fuel the fire in his chest, igniting something that had been simmering beneath the surface.
He stepped closer, closing the distance between you with purpose. âYou look... different,â he murmured, his voice dropping lower, a low growl in the back of his throat. âTired, yes. But also more... alive.â His eyes locked with yours, holding your gaze, the unspoken words between you as thick as the sweat on your skin. âI can see it in your eyesâthe rush, the satisfaction from victory.â
You could feel his presence closing in, his body just a hairâs breadth away from yours, his every movement sharp and deliberate. There was no longer any space between you two, the battlefield forgotten, the dead enemies fading into the background as he loomed over you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.
He was studying you now, watching the way your body reacted to his proximity, the slight catch in your breath as you stood tall, still proud in your exhaustion. Wanderer leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.
âIs that what you wanted, doll?â His voice was a whisper, but it was filled with a hunger that made your heart race. âFor me to look at you like this? Wanting you, seeing you in a way thatâs... less respectful and more... desperate.â
A shudder ran through you at the sound of his voice, at the words that lingered in the air between you two. You wanted to push him away, but your bodyâyour sensesâwere screaming for more. This was different. This was dangerous, thrilling, and you couldnât deny the pull.
He reached out, his fingers grazing along your jawline, tracing the curve of your cheek. The touch was light, almost feather-soft, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, making your skin tingle with anticipation.
âBut I think we both know thatâs exactly what you want, isnât it?â His voice was a purr, a low, seductive sound that made your heart race. âTo be seen, to be desired, to be... wanted.â
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. You could feel the heat of his breath, the weight of his gaze as it bore into you. âWell I want you-â
His hand slid down your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tugging gently. âSo tell me, are you ready to give in? To let me have my way with you, right here, right now, where anyone could see?â
His other hand trailed down your side, his touch possessive, claiming. He was so close, his body pressed against yours, his desire palpable in the air between you.
You could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes, the hardness of his muscles, the way he seemed to radiate power and hunger. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and you found yourself leaning into him, your body responding to his touch even as your mind screamed at you to resist.
But you couldnât. Not when he looked at you like that, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Like he wanted to devour you, to consume you, to make you his in every way possible.
So you surrendered, your lips parting in a silent invitation, your body arching into his touch. And as his lips crashed against yours, you knew that there was no going back and you wouldnât have it any other way.
Your teeth sank into his bottom lip, a sharp, sudden sting that made him gasp. His eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with desire, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
"Fuck," he breathed, the word muffled against your mouth. "So eager, aren't you?"
His hands tightened in your hair, holding you close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, claiming you, tasting you.
"That how you wannaâ play it, huh?" he murmured, his voice husky, laced with promise. He nipped at your lip in retaliation, a quick, sharp bite that sent sparks of pleasure-pain racing down your spine.
His hands roamed your body, mapping out your curves. He cupped one of your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, teasing, taunting.
He knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached for the waistband of your pants. His fingers hooked into the fabric, and with a swift, practised motion, he tugged them down, letting them pool around your ankles.
You stepped out of them, now clad in just your shirt and underwear. The cool air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat in Scaramouche's gaze as it raked over your body.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "I could just eat you up."
His hands slid up your legs, his touch searing even through the thin fabric of your panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, tugging them down slowly, teasingly.
As he revealed you to him, inch by tantalising inch, his breath hitched. "God, look at you," he murmured, his voice reverent, awed. "So fucking perfect."
His hands mapped out your thighs, your hips, your stomach, worshipping every curve, every dip. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your hipbone, then trailing his lips lower.
"Gonna make you feel so good, baby," he promised, his voice a dark, seductive purr. "Gonna make you forget everything but the feeling of my mouth on you."
And with that, he sealed his lips over your clit, and the world fell away, leaving only sensation, only pleasure, only him.
His tongue traced the seam of your folds, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent shivers racing up your spine. He savoured the taste of you, the musky sweetness that was uniquely yours. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you steady as he explored every inch of you.
He started with broad strokes, his tongue lapping at your folds, coating them with his saliva. Then, with agonising slowness, he zeroed in on your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, teasing, tormenting.
"Mmm, you taste divine," he purred, his voice muffled against your flesh. "I could spend hours just worshipping this pretty little pussy."
He punctuated his words with a long, slow lick, from your entrance to your clit, savoring every drop of your essence. His tongue swirled around your clit, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you gasp and arch your hips.
His hands moved to grip your ass, pulling you closer, deeper into his mouth. He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked, hard, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through you.
"That's it, baby," he coaxed, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. "Let me hear you. Let the whole world know how good I make you feel."
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving you higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. Your thighs trembled, your abs clenched, and you could feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
"Come for me, doll" he purred.
And with a final, hard suck on your clit, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, your body convulsing, your juices flooding his mouth as he lapped them up greedily, prolonging your pleasure.
He didn't stop until he was sure you were spent, until the last aftershocks had faded away. Only then did he pull back, his chin glistening with your essence, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
He grabbed your hips, spinning you around with surprising strength. Before you could react, he had you pressed against the rough bark of a nearby tree, his body flush against your back.
His hands roamed your body, one sliding up to cup your breast, kneading it roughly. The other slid between your legs, fingers delving into your still-slick folds, teasing your sensitive clit.
He thrust two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly, torturously. His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around it, making you gasp and arch into his touch.
"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" he purred, his voice a dark, seductive rumble.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your shoulder. His teeth grazed your flesh, not quite breaking the skin, but enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through you.
His free hand moved to his pants, undoing them with practised ease. The sound of a zipper being pulled down seemed impossibly loud in the quiet of the forest. Then, he was tugging his cock free, the hard length pressing against your ass.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, grinding against you. "So fucking perfect."
He lined himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your slick folds.
"Last chance to back out, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.
He waited, his body tense, poised on the edge of control. He wanted you, needed you, but he would wait. He would give you one last chance to refuse him, to deny him what he craved most.
But deep down, he knew you wouldn't. He could see the desire in your eyes, the need, the hunger. You wanted this just as much as he did, and he could feel it in the way your body trembled against his, the way your hips canted back, silently begging for more.
"Please what, baby?" he purred, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. "Please fuck you?"
He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the delicate skin.
"Or please stop?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing taunt. "Please don't give you what you so desperately need?"
The tip slowly pushed through your folds, but no more. He was so big, so hard, you knew he'd completely stretch you open.
âStop being an idiot and fuck me-â you muttered.
With a low chuckle, he slammed into you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "So fucking tight."
He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the forest, mingling with your mutual moans and gasps.
He angled his hips, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building higher and higher, coiling tighter and tighter in your core.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
"That's it, baby," he panted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Let me hear you. Let the whole damn world know whoâs fucking you-"
His thrusts grew harder, faster, more erratic. The pleasure was building, coiling tighter and tighter in his core, threatening to consume him entirely. He could feel you clenching around him, your walls fluttering and squeezing his cock.
"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned, his hips snapping against your ass with bruising force. "Gonna fill this tight little pussy up. Gonna make you mine."
His hand slid down, fingers finding your clit. He rubbed tight, firm circles around the sensitive nub, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Come with me, baby," he demanded, his voice a dark, commanding growl.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and twitching as he filled you with his cum, sending you over the edge with him.
You came with a scream, your body convulsing and shaking in his arms. He held you close, his hips still rocking, prolonging your pleasure, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy.
"Fuck, yes," he panted, his voice ragged and raw. "That's my good girl."
He peppered your neck with kisses, his teeth grazing your skin. "You did so well, baby.â
He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, savouring the feeling of your body wrapped around his. Finally, with a soft groan, he pulled out, his now softening cock slipping from your pussy.
"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle. "And then maybe round two when we're inside, hmm?"
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summary: old man!logan finds himself having a breeding kink.
cws/tags: smut, mdni! old man!logan. fem!reader. heavy breeding kink. dom/sub dynamics. unprotected p in v. pet names. not proofread.Â
Loganâs younger self would not approve of this idea.Â
Hell, it would not even cross his youthful, unbound, and liberated version. Younger Logan would have brushed off the idea - dodging it like a bullet - revolting against it.Â
Having a kid? A noisy five-year-old child running around the house, screaming and kicking everything in sight? Yeah, fuck no.Â
Heâd even hate just thinking about it.Â
But now that years have gone by and heâs almost hitting 200 years of ageâa lot has changed in how he sees things, alright. Suddenly heâs not that idealistic-insufferable-annoying fuck anymore.
The heavy feels of his own body, his poor visions, his utter tiredness and wounds are slowly tended by settling down with you. Living in a small countryside home just outside Texas is the life Logan needed all along.
So he just canât fucking help it when he sees how you act with those children at the Barbeque party. How you treat them with such care as if theyâre yours.Â
The smile plastered on your face after you give each one of them a cookie is Heaven sent for Logan. Heâs too focused on being mesmerized by your acts that he almost does not realize how his trousers feel tighter.
He quickly hides his bulge whilst embarrassed of himself, thinking âM fuckinâ old for this shit. But who gives a fuck anyway?Â
Oh, he in the past would not approve of this at all.Â
âFuck. Youâd look so fuckinâ good with yâr belly swollen with my child.â Logan grunts out, thrusting his girth into you as his mind fills up with visions of you carrying his child.Â
The images themselves make Logan go feralâgrowling when he feels how your velvet walls manage to clench around him.
âA-ah! Please!â The high-pitched noise you let out is almost humiliating as you bounce yourself on top of your husband, making the head hit your gummy spot every time you fall down.
âHm? Yâwant that, Little Missy? Want me tâgive you a baby?â His calloused fingers rub shapes on your sticky skin, guiding your hips as he tries to search for the answer in your eyes.
You reply with a frantic nod, your mind feels empty as his tip deliciously kisses your cervix. The thought of being full of his seed, pregnant and giving him a babyâmakes your eyes roll back in pleasure.
With one movement, Logan manages to manhandle you to a new position, his cock never slips out from your heat, âWant this old man tâgive you one? Make you a momma?âÂ
The sound of his full balls slapping against your ass makes you squeeze your eyes shut.Â
Now clearly hearing the obscene moans emitting through the dim room, âYeahyeahyeaâW-wanna be a mommaââ
While you wonder how he still has this much stamina at that age, Logan leans down to your ear and buries his face on your neck, âPretty wife. Gonna make the cutest goddamn babies, yâknow thaâ?âÂ
His palms hold your thighs spread open to reach deeper inside you, âLet me fill yaâ up real good.â
Loganâs eyes flicker to watch your pussy swallow his cock in and out. The sight alone makes him throw his head and let guilt wash him over for a minute.
He feels pervertedâcorrupting you by plugging his cock to the hilt as if it is trying to mold your insides. A dilemma growing.
You could feel how his thrusts steadily became desperate, âL-Lo.â Whining out, your fingers crawl into his back to pull him tighter.Â
He canât fucking wait to have you round up. Shit. Youâd be so dependent on himâneed him at all times. And heâd fulfill everything you ask him to do. Logan would never even let you move an inch.Â
Everything caught up to him as an acute wave, âF-Fuck. There yaâ go, baby.â Logan mutters - his hands shake slightly as they lose their grip on your thighs.Â
His cock never pulling out, âDâya think it takes, pretty?â You could feel him deep inside youâhow your walls are painted by his thick ropes of cum.Â
Logan gives lazy circles of his hips before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips, whispering several âI love youâsâ before lowering himself so his face could level with your pussy. Â
âFuck.â The older man has never seen a far more beautiful sight than this. Watching his cum begin to leak out of you makes his cock twitches again.Â
The scruffy feel of his beard scratches your inner thighs as he leans closerâdragging the tips of his fingers along your folds before plugging his digits back inside.Â
âLogan-n!âÂ
A deep rumble comes out of Logan, âShh. Be a good girl for your husband, yeah? Needâa to make sure it takes.â
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Warning: Phone sex, masturbation, male masturbation, orgasms, dirty talk, praises, fantasizing, he talks you through it, men being vocal
"You listening baby?"
The phone pressed against your ear crackles with the sound of his voice, each word dripping with a sultry warmth that sends shivers down your spine. Fuck, you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning at his voice.
You hum in response and he chuckles. "Good. M' thinking about you, miss you so much." He whispers. His deep, velvety tones wrap around you, making your mind hazy and your breath hitch. Every whisper, every chuckle reverberates through you, igniting a fire deep within. The world around you fades away, leaving only the intoxicating melody of his voice, and the undeniable, electric pull of desire.
"Miss you too," you breathe, your voice barely a whisper, "Miss you so much."
His laugh is low, teasing, and it sends a shiver down your spine. "Oh god, you're so cute," he murmurs, his tone laced with a playful edge that makes your heart race. "You know what I'd be doing if you were here right now?"
You swallow hard, your mind already spinning with the possibilities. "N-no," you stammer, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
"I'd probably kiss your neck," he purrs, the words making your pulse quicken. "Suck on the spot that makes you whine. You're so cute when you whine, you know that?"
Your breath catches, his vivid descriptions flooding your mind and making you weak. You feel your abdomen clench from the surge of arousal coursing your body. The fabric of your underwear feels cool against your skin, certainly from your arousal.
"I'd also touch your boobs, God, I miss your boobs, your cute nipples, hey," he pauses, his words trailing off as if he is thinking deeply about something.
The phone pressed against your ear hums softly with the weight of his presence, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sends chills down your spine. "Can you do something for me?" he asks.
"Yeah?" Your voice trembles, a mixture of anticipation and excitement.
"Can you touch your breasts for me? Tell me how it feels?" His words are a gentle command, wrapping around you and making your heart race.
"I-" You hesitate, your breath hitching as your mind spins with the intimate request.
"Don't worry, baby," he soothes, his voice like velvet, smooth and reassuring. "I'll guide you through it."
With shaky hands, you set the phone down and put him on speaker, the room filling with the rich, tantalizing sound of his voice. You slip your hand under your shirt, your fingers grazing your skin, already sensitive and warm.
"Start at your chest," he instructs, his tone sending shivers down your spine. "Feel your heartbeat, how fast it's racing. That's for me."
Your breath comes in short, sharp bursts as you follow his words, your fingers brushing lightly over your chest. The sensation is electric, every touch heightened by his voice.
"Now, slowly move your hands up," he continues, his voice a dark caress. "cup your breasts, feel how soft and warm it is."
You do as he says, your mind hazy with desire, your body reacting to every sultry word. You have to rub your legs together to get some sort of relief. Your fingers knead at your skin, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through you.
"Imagine it's me touching you," he murmurs, his voice thick with longing. "My hands on your skin, my lips following the path of your fingers."
A soft moan escapes your lips, your body trembling with the intensity of the moment. His voice, so confident and alluring, guides you through each sensation, making you feel connected despite the distance.
"Now move up a little and touch your nipples" he whispers, his voice like a seductive melody. "two fingers, rub them for me, let yourself feel it. Let yourself want it."
You let out a sharp gasp when you start to tweak your nipples with your index finger and thumb. The pleasure is warm, but electric, almost ticklish.
"You can flick them baby, do whatever makes you feel good."
Your fingers obey, flicking your sensitive nubs up and down lightly, each movement fast and deliberate. The air around you seems to thicken with anticipation, every nerve in your body attuned to his voice and the sensations it evokes.
"You're doing so well," he praises, his voice a dark purr. "Imagine my hands there, touching you. Imagine my lips around your nipples, sucking and tasting and tasting your skin."
A whimper escapes your lips, the vivid images he conjures sending waves of heat through your body. You are desperate now, crossing your legs tightly and rubbing your legs for an ounce of relief from your own ministrations.
"How do you feel baby?"he murmurs, his voice wrapping around you like a silken thread
"Horny." You whine.
He chuckles. "I know, me to baby me too."
You don't know it but he is brutally understanding his predicament. He has to set his phone down and put you on speaker so he can rub his dick that his straining against the fabric of his crotch. But that isn't enough. With a sharp sigh, he pulls out his dick from his confines.
"Hey," his voice is shaky, cracky with pleasure. "Why don't you slip a hand under your underwear"
With a shaky side of relief you bridge, slipping your hand under your panties and dragging a finger between your pussy lips, collecting the juices of your arousal
"How does it feel."
"Wet." You murmur. "Im so wet."
He lets out a throaty groan at your words and slowly drags his hand up his shaft. The pleasure is immediate, but the relief is not enough. He needs more.
"Feel how warm you are," he coos. Shit, he's having a hard time not just fisting himself aggressively right here and now. But he will go slow, he will take his time with you. Because he knows it will be worth it. "Feel how your body responds to me, even from afar. It's like I am touching you, pretty girl. Why don't you start touching your clit for me too?"
Without an ounce of hesitation, you press your index finger to your clit the sensation making you gasp. The warmth of your own touch, combined with the intoxicating sound of his voice, sends a rush of pleasure through you.
"That's it," he coos, his voice a gentle command. "Now start lightly rubbing it. Imagine it's me, my fingers, my mouth, bringing you pleasure."
You follow his words, your fingers lightly tracing over your sensitive nub a soft moan escaping your lips. Unbeknownst to you, he is right there with you, slowly dragging his closed hand up and down his length. The pleasure is almost ticklish, it makes his toes curl and his world narrows down to this moment, your soft sighs and the overwhelming desire coursing through him. Pre cum dribbles down from his angry tip and he uses the sticky liquid to speed up his ministrations. You do something similar, using the wetness of your arousal to speed up your finger, letting your body acclimated to each eave of pleasure before feeding it more.
"Good girl," he practically chokes, he is not a whining man but here he is, his voice taught and raspy. "Let yourself feel it. Let me hear how much you want this. Say my name baby say name."
The rhythm of your fingers quickens and you let his name fall from your lips like a prayer, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His voice, a constant presence, pushes you closer and closer to the edge, practically guiding you to what would most certainly be a euphoric grave.
"That's it," he whispers, his voice like a dark caress. "Let yourself go, baby. Let yourself feel everything. I'm right here with you."
You are close and he is too. Now you can hear the fap fap fap of his masturbation over the phone, pushing you closer to the edge. Jesus, you felt good, so good. Your skin is on fire, your mind hazy and string with pleasure, you need him so bad, fuck you need him inside of you, fucking you until you are crying. Oh god you need friction, you need his dick thrusting in and out of your walls like he hates you. You can feel your hole spasm at the thought, each time you clench it sends more waves of pleasure through your body.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" You gasp. You're practically panting from how hot you feel right now.
"I'm so proud of you," he breathes, his voice filled with emotion. "You're so beautiful, so perfect. Let go for me, baby. Let yourself feel it."
He is entirely bothered, his hair tousled and his eyes blown with lust has he furiously fists his dick with fevor. His fist will never subsitute for the warmth of your cunt, in fact, he is angry he could even think that.
âMmmm, mmm mhmâ he whimpers. Your name is on the tip of his tongue, but he can barely speak so much as think. Thereâs a tingly warm feeling building in his stomach, the pleasure is overtaking him. "L-let yourself go, baby. Let yourself feel everything. I'm right here with you."
With a final, desperate gasp, you surrender to the sensations your body trembling with release. Euphoria crashes down on you like a sledge hammer and your left moaning and whining for him.
With a groan of his own, he follows suit, his back bending like a bow and thick ropes of cum pouring out from his dick like a fountain.
As you both come down from the high, your body still humming with the aftershocks, his voice remains a comforting presence. "I love you," he murmurs softly, the words a gentle caress. "You're everything to me."
A smile spreads across your face, your heart swelling with affection and contentment. "I love you too," you whisper.
GETO, GOJO, TOJI, YUUTA, NANAMI, CHOSO
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ᯠKento Nanami doesn't even know he has a breeding kink until he cums inside of you for the first time. It's like a flip switches in his brain, and the second that sweet release floods your womb he is plagued with the instinctual need to fill you over and over and over until something takes.
And breeding you doesn't have to mean a baby, but rather the primal possession that comes with having you spend the rest of the day with a part of him inside of you. No other man has the privilege, the right, or the reason to claim you as he has, and it does something nasty to the way he fucks.
He's still the gentleman he's always been: still makes sure you cum at least once on his fingers or tongue before he graces you with the hard-to-manage length of his cock. But rather than in the spirit of purely giving you pleasure, he's trying to ensure you're so wet that he can force himself just that little bit deeper inside of you.
A guilt of his, perhaps, but Kento read that if he were to edge himself between moments of intimacy with you, that his loads would be bigger, more forcefulâand the idea of giving you even more of himself than he already had been is enough to get him hard. So, he starts touching himself whenever the thought clouds his mind, which is more-often-than-not nowadays. He fucks his fist to the thought of breeding you out until he's cumming dry and you're so full of his cum that it has nowhere to go other than down your legs. Stopping before he cums is a pain like none other, but his new adopted thought process claims a load spent anywhere other than balls-deep inside of you is a load wasted.
And he doesn't say a word of it to you. You only pick up on it when you realise he won't cum anywhere else. When you're sat between his legs after a long day of work, serving him with your mouth and coaxing those lovely groans from his chest. How his hands try and guide you off of him before he gets close enough to lose control, sys he doesn't want to cum down your throat. Once upon a time he would get hard all over at just the sight of you swallowing his lust.
"I just... want to be inside of you, honey, is that okay?" He says, and you oblige because the way Ken gets once he's finally seated inside of you is nothing other than animalistic, euphoric. But you have to wonder if there's a reason he avoids spilling his seed over your tongue or tits like he used to.
"You know I like the taste, right?" you glance over at him when he bends you over the arm of the couch and slips his aching cock into you. You doubt you'll ever get used to his sizeâhe always has to take a moment to let you settle once he's in.
"I know, love," he claims. "I just... prefer it this way."
"Don't you like fucking my throat anymore?"
"God," he groans, presses his body into your back so that his breath fans over your ear. "No. I love your throat. I love all of you."
A thrust to test the watersâ at your moan, another. Kento rocks his hips, drags his cock out of you and then drives forward until you and him are as connected as you can be... almost.
"You wanna breed me, is that it?"
Kento's hips stall. You're not stupid, and he doesn't even realise he's got an arm wrapped around you so he can splay his fingers over your stomach. His wedding band presses against your skin, sets it alight with burning need. Hearing you say it, though, makes him nearly cum on the spotâhe wouldn't be so selfish.
"How'd youâ"
"You say it, Ken," you drawl your words out, tease him with your tone. "When you cum, you say you're gonna fuck a baby into me, that you're gonna 'breed me like the pretty whore I am'. Don't worry, I like it. I want it."
He can hardly believe it, such words feel foreign to his mind. But they taste familiar on his tongue, like a part of his subconscious speaks on his behalf when he's all blissed out like that. He wonders just how deep the instinct to breed you runs, because his cock twitches and all of a sudden he's thrusting into you at a speed that seems only supernatural.
The snapping of his hips, the sound of skin against skin and the curses that slip from his lips like wine. It doesn't take long for you both to cum alongside each other, Kento, of course, deep inside of you.
And it takes a very strong part of him to pay attention to himself this time, and you aren't a liar: the song of need and primal lust that spill from his mouth are made for porn. Not that he can find it in himself to be embarassed, you seem to like it, what with the way your whole body shakes in orgasm as he fills you up.
Yeah, you'll be throwing out every condom you've got stashed away in the house.
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The Thrill of the Chase
pairing: Logan Howlett x Female Mutant!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 7.1K summary: Logan ate part of your sandwich, so you stole his cigars. Things turn out differently from what you were expecting.
warnings: fluff and smut, teasing, slight predator/prey trope, banter, making out, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, squirting, soft!dom Logan
Author's Note: My first Logan fic! X-Men used to be my world and the fact it is making a comeback has rejuvenated me. Also, I was picturing Logan from the first three trilogies but DOFP!Logan also crossed my mind so :)
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It was getting close to evening, everyone doing their own thing to unwind after a long day of classes and teaching. You had planned to do the same thing, planning to grab a quick bite in the kitchen before getting ready to relax in your room. You were whipping up a quick and easy sandwich, assembling it onto a plate before moving it to the island in the middle of the kitchen. You went to get a soda from the cupboard, only for your skin to raise as you sense something is about to happen: a certain someone was about to come take your sandwich.Â
âIf you take one bite out of my sandwich Logan, I will kick your ass.â
You turn to see him, eyes wide along with his mouth, about to chomp into your dinner. He closes his mouth, only for him to keep the sandwich in his hands and an âinnocentâ smile on his face.Â
âOh, you mean this sandwich?âÂ
You shut the cupboard door, walking over to him with a stern, playful look. You know he is messing with you. That has been the dynamic of your relationship with him. Ever since he decided to stay here at the school and join the X-Men, you two have grown closer and closer, enjoying each otherâs company over anyone else. It didnât matter what either of you did. You both thrived in the presence of one another.Â
But something that has become common practice as of late was playful in nature. You both have always teased, but it has recently ramped up. If one of you started it, the other would find a way to end it before starting again. It was the push and pull between the two of you that you loved, and it has only made you long for him. You want to believe he feels the same, but even your mutation of precognition canât fully confirm that.Â
âYes, that is my sandwich. I worked very hard on it. I'll have you know.â You are standing in front of him now, having to look up at him slightly as you wait for his next move.Â
âIâm sure you did. It looks delicious.â He says, but rather than looking at the food, he is looking right at you. Cheeky bastard.
âY-yeah, which is why I am asking you to put it down so I may enjoy it.âÂ
âI donât know. I think I wanna have a taste first.âÂ
His hazel eyes are staring you down, almost begging for you to make a move. In reality, you really didnât care if he ate it. You could easily make another and enjoy dinner with him. But you know that isnât what he is doing right now. He is playing with you, wanting to rile you up. Well, it takes two to play that game.
âThat sandwich is very precious to me. Iâd think before you act.â
âOh yeah?â He smirks, bringing his face closer to yours. âWhat are you going to do about it?â
âIâll take something precious of yours.âÂ
He chuckles, turning his face to the sandwich. âIâd like to see you try, sweetheart.â
He takes a huge bite out of your sandwich, his eyes closing as he chews. You purse your lips, watching him savor your meal with gusto. You know he is overexaggerating to truly get at you, but little does he know you have a trick up your sleeve.
âEnjoying my meal?âÂ
He turns back to you, swallowing before licking his lips. âVery much. I may have to take another bite.â
You get up in his space, settling onto your tippy toes so your face is by his ear. You let your breath waft against his skin, causing a shiver to shake his core. You can tell he is anticipating what you will do, always highly enjoying your responses to his antics. Oh, he is so in for it.
âThatâs okay. You can have it.â You let your pointer finger trace his collarbone that is very much on display from his white, fitted tank. âAnd you want to know why that is, Logan?â
He takes a deep breath, very apparent that your actions are doing something to him. His left hand lets go of the sandwich to settle on your hip, squeezing the flesh slightly to ground himself. It is actions like that that make you believe you do something to him. Like you drive him just as insane as he does to you. You bring your left hand to his head, pulling him down so you can really get into his ear.Â
âThatâs because I know where you keep your special cigars from Cuba, and I am going to take them.â
You couldnât have run fast enough. You are already shooting for the stairs, taking two steps at a time as you speed to his room. You knew it had taken him a second to realize what had happened because by the time you got to his floor, you heard him yelling your name.Â
You burst into his room, locking it quickly. It was only to buy some time, for you knew he had a key. You were giggling as you went to his bookcase, plucking out the blue, hardcover history book. You open it, and smile as you see the unopened cigars there in the deep hole where text used to be. Just as you close the book, you hear heavy footsteps reach the door and a jingle of keys.
You panic, needing to find a way out before he opens the door. You could run around him, but you needed a head start. You could hide and wait for him to leave but you knew heâd sniff you out. There was only one option left, and that was to go out his bedroom window. You hear the key enter the lock, and with a quickness you didnât think you had, you unlocked his window and flung it open. Just as the door busted open, you crawled out. You grasped onto the ivy that clung to the schoolâs exterior and began to climb down.Â
âOh, when I get my hands on you, you are in for it!â
You look up to see Loganâs head popping out the window. He has a scowl on his face, but you could see the wild look in his eyes. You knew he was enjoying this, for he loves the chase.
âThis is for taking my sandwich!â You yell, and continue making your descent.Â
You hear the window close, which makes you go faster, knowing he is rushing down those stairs to meet you at the bottom. You could sense that he would go to the front door, so once your feet touch the grassy floor you run to the back door. Opening it quickly, you determine your next move. He is probably at the front, ready to intercept you, giving you the opportunity to hide somewhere.Â
You rush to the hallway where many of the classes are held. You run into the first classroom you see, its door already open. You see the large oak desk at the back of the classroom, and quietly walk up to it. It has a space for leg room, so with haste you crawl in it, pulling the chair in carefully to not make any sound.Â
Your heart was racing, adrenaline thrashing as you hid. You try to steady your breath, trying to keep quiet. The atmosphere has become eerie, the silence defying as you try to keep it that way. You try to listen for any other sounds over your pounding heart, when another wave of cognition hits you. You can see it clearly, where he finds you under the desk, hands on either side to block you in. You know you need to move on, so you go to move the chair, but you suddenly halt when you hear his voice boom nearby.
âWhere is she?âÂ
You cover your mouth, trying to hold in your breathing as well as the gasp that almost shot from your mouth. His voice was coated in gravel, and absolutely primal. Even from afar, it was clear he was worked up, and it made you embarrassingly wet.Â
You hear footsteps enter the hallway, heavy boots against the shiny wooden floor. At first, you think you may have a way out, hearing him pass the room you were in, but you arenât so lucky because you hear him stop. You grip onto the book and your mouth, even though you know it will do absolutely nothing. You know he senses you, and it is confirmed when you hear footsteps enter the room. You hear him inhale deeply, exhaling with sigh only to turn into a deep rumble.Â
âI know you are here.â He is slow in taking his steps, and each step gets closer and closer to your hiding place.Â
He sniffs deeply again, growling this time around like he was a wild animal. âNo point in denying it. I could smell you the second I walked into the hall.â
You know he will find you, and he will block you in. So you decide to take a risk before he closes in on you. You push the chair out far enough to crawl out, before standing up behind the desk. You put your hands up with the book in your left one, trying to show off a sign of surrender.Â
âYou have nowhere to go, dollface. No point in tryingâ to run for Iâll snatch you up real quick.âÂ
âYou must really want your cigars back to block me in like this.âÂ
He steps even closer, with him now standing right in reach of the book. He could easily grab it and take it, for he is much stronger than you. But he doesnât make a move, staying glued to his new spot. You donât know whatâs running through his head, his eyes trained on you. It isnât until he places his hands onto the desk that you take a step back and drop your hands.Â
âYouâre wrong.â
You raise a brow, not sure what he is getting at. âWhat do you mean?â
He smirks, leaning his body over the desk. âIt isnât the cigars Iâm after. Not anymore.â
Your heart is in overdrive. You know the answer, it is becoming obvious. But you ask anyway. âThen what are you after, Lo?â
âI think you know the answer. Now it is a matter of will you let me take whatâs mine.â
You want to give in. You are becoming more aroused by the second, but you are starting to really enjoy the chase. Seeing how much it gets him going, to see this side of him, only makes you want to push him more. You want to see what he will do, especially when he gets his hands on you.
You walk around the desk, book of cigars still in hand, getting closer to him until you are toe to toe with him. âWhatâs the fun in surrendering?â
He quickly blocks you in, the desk pressed against your back. He has the most seductive, but feral grin upon his lips, like he thinks he has won his prize. His head leans down to yours, forehead against forehead, before he whispers his next sentence against your lips.
âThe fun is in what follows.â
His lips are on yours, desperate and needy. You canât help the moan that leaves your throat, mind going hazy as his lips devour. You have craved him for so long, you want this to last forever. However, you cannot give into him like this. You will not make this easy for him.
One of your hands goes to the hem of his tank, fingers lingering before going under. He feels so solid, the coarse hairs on his tummy spread thick as you go to his left side. You can feel him shudder over you, and you try to hold back the smirk that wants to curve onto your lips. You move your fingers sporadically over the left side of his ribcage, causing him to jump back. This gives you the chance to run like hell.
âHey! Thatâs unfair!â You hear him yell and it makes you giggle profusely. You must thank Jean later for letting you in on that little secret; that the broody, grumpy man with the metal bones was insanely ticklish. You wish you could turn to see his full reaction, but you are too determined.
You can hear him running right behind you, and you have never been more aroused. You shouldnât feel so turned on by Logan chasing you around, but the thrill of the chase was seeping into your loins and you were addicted.Â
More people had shown up around the school, meeting with friends to study or hang out for the evening. You were dodging people left and right, and everyone looked perplexed as they saw Logan charging his way towards you. Many of them probably assumed it had to do with the book you were holding, and while they would have been originally right, they are no longer even close.Â
You donât have time to hide again, not with him so close behind. You make it back to the stairs, hauling ass as you try to make it to your room. You can hear him right behind you, breathing heavily and grunting with each step. Your room is at the end of the hall, and you are basically flying with how fast you are running. The second you reach the door, you swing it open and throw yourself in before slamming it. You had gotten it shut, mentally pumping your fist in victory, but by the time you went to turn the lock, it was too late. The door flies open, sending you back a couple feet back as Logan stands at the door's entrance.Â
âI have you right where I want you. No more running.â
If looks could kill, youâd be ash. He enters your room, closing the door behind him with his eyes staying on you. He takes one step forward, with him now hovering over your smaller form. The way he is looking at you makes your knees faint, for you felt you could hear what he was revealing with his stare.Â
âI still know your weakness, Logan.â You smirk, holding the book up to your face to dodge any attack he was planning. It is pointless, you know, but it is the best defense youâve got.Â
âDo you now?â He walks towards you, in step with you as you go backwards. The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, telling you that you truly have nowhere else to go. He is right on you, grinning now that he has the upper hand.Â
âIâm afraid that book wonât save you from me.â He snatches the book, tossing it to the side of the bed.Â
You are in for it. You donât know what he is planning, and the element of surprise has overcome you. However, with the way he is looking at you, you guarantee that what is about to happen will be just as exhilarating as when he was hunting you down.Â
âWhat do you plan to do with me, hm?â You let your fingertips walk along his chest, dancing all the way down to his side like you did earlier.Â
He is quick to grab your hand, bending down to lift you up in his arm before tossing you onto the bed, following swiftly as he pins both hands above your head.Â
âDonât even think about it. I know you all too well.â He growls through his teeth. âAs for what I plan on doing, whatâs the fun in telling when I can just show you. Would you like that?â
You simply nod, breathless at how he is handling you. However, that wasnât good enough for him, as he takes hold of your wrists in one hand so his other one can grip your chin.
âI wanna hear you say it, pretty girl.â
You huff, getting frustrated already that he is dragging this out. With your legs still free, you wrap them around his hips, your heels digging into his back causing him to grunt. Your lips are practically on his, faint contact making you antsy. âShow me what youâve been wanting to do with me.â
Your lips are squashed by his instantly, hunger and desperation clear. His hands go to your thighs, grabbing at the flesh. With your hands free, they go straight to his hair, gripping and tugging on it which causes him to moan hotly into your mouth.Â
His hands travel up to the hem of your blouse, pushing the fabric up past your stomach before his hands go under. You moan at the contrast, rough hands, that have been through so much running along your unmarred body. He swallows what you give him, groaning happily at the effects he was causing.
You are in heaven. You never thought you would be here like this with Logan. You never thought you would be under him at his complete mercy. It makes a shiver travel down your spine, traveling right to your core that is a heated mess because of the man before you. To be with the man you have pined for is riveting, and you could cry that he seems to return those feelings.
You donât know what triggers your mutation, but it is sudden. Your vision goes blurry, a strong aura surrounding you. It is overwhelming, a whimper bubbling from your throat as you see what is about to happen. Logan releases your lips with a grunt, looking at you intensely as you start to shake. You feel his rough hands cup your soft cheeks, stroking them gently.Â
Your cheeks feel hot, your vision turning you into a horny mess. Your hands grip onto Loganâs chest trying to ground yourself to reality. Itâs too much. Your visions rarely last long for they are just snippets of future events, but this was different. It was as if you were in a trance, and could feel everything he was doing to you. You donât know if it is your heightened emotions, especially with him right on you. All you knew is that pleasure was present, and you were starting to fall apart.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â You can hear his demeanor change, worry laced in his tone.
âFuck,â you couldnât help but moan, unable to control yourself. âI can feel everything, Logan.â
There is a pause, hands still touching your face. A few beats later, he lets his right hand go down, only to stop at your thigh squeezing tightly.Â
âTell me what you see, baby.âÂ
The rumble in his voice intensifies everything, causing you to grip onto him tighter. âOh God please donât make me say it out loud.â
You try to look away, but his left hand shifts so it is grabbing your chin. He forces your head back up, bringing his face down to yours like he had in the classroom. His breath fans over your lips, taking in the way they move as sounds leave them.Â
âIâm fucking you, arenât I? Making you lose yourself on my cock? Is that what you are seeing?â
You can barely talk, too enthralled in your vision. You grab the hand that is on your thigh and bring it to the top of your black pants. Logan gets the idea and angles it so he can slide his hand into them. His fingers brush over the fabric, feeling the damp spot that has formed drastically. You hear him curse under his breath, the vibrations hitting your lips as they brush against one another without full pressure.Â
âOh sweetheart, you are so wet.â He murmurs, pulling his hand out to bring it up to his nose, inhaling deeply before releasing a sound so feral that you could sob. âAnd you smell so fucking good.âÂ
You canât help but nod, not knowing how to respond. All you know is that you need him. Need him to take you on your bed and do whatever he wants to you. Youâll take anything he is willing to give you, for all you want is for him to make himself known to you.Â
His hand had gone back down to your crotch, cupping your pussy through the material. âDoes she want more attention?â
âLogan, please do something.â You choke, your mind steadily coming back to reality, but still not fully letting go. You start to grind down on his palm, desperate for anything he will give you, but he removes his hand, going to the back of your head to grip tightly.
Damn him!
âI know she deserves something, but do you? Do you deserve me after getting me so worked up like that?â
âLogan, I am begging.â You cry out in frustration, your nails digging into his chest causing him to groan lowly. âI want you. God, Iâve always wanted you so please take whatâs yours!â
He is back on you, kissing you till the air in your lungs dissipates. He starts to kiss away from your swollen lips, kissing down to your neck. He nips at your pulse point, going up to your ear to give it a light lick before going back down. With every kiss, he takes a deep breath in, which only makes him get more aggressive. Soft kisses turn to an open mouth lather to nips that could have easily broken the skin.
âI donât think you know what your scent does to me. It draws me in every time.â He bites down particularly hard at your collar bone, and you wouldnât be surprised if blood had come to the surface.Â
His hands come back up to the front of your blouse, carefully unbuttoning the garment before revealing your breasts that are almost spilling out of your bra. His hands mold over the cups, squeezing hard and slow as he makes his way to your sternum.Â
He is being so gentle with you, a complete 180 from how you thought this was going to go. He was so rough with you in your head, fucking you until you couldnât even say a word. This side of him was endearing, but you crave more from him.
âFor someone so feral for me, you sure are taking your time.â
He bites the top of your left breast, making you gasp at the sudden pain. âI donât think you are ready for that side of me, dollface.â
Your right hand goes to his head, taking a handful of his hair and yanking his head up. You know he wants to absolutely ravish you, and if itâs some convincing he needs, some convincing he is going to get.Â
âWhen I said to take whatâs yours, I meant it. I want you to make me beg until Iâm dumb, so fucking do it.â
âFine, but donât say I didnât warn you, Princess.â
His hands go under your top from the back, unclipping your bra before letting them resurface. He starts to yank your top off from the shoulders, only to smack your thigh that causes a light sting.
âArch that back for me.â
You do as he says, allowing him to take the rest of your top off along with your bra. He flings them both across the room, only to do the same with his tank. Youâve seen his upper body plenty of times, as there would be instances in which he disregards it for a training session. But this? This was very different. Itâs a different atmosphere, and rather than everyone getting an eye full of his muscular, hairy body, it is now for your eyes only.Â
Heâs looking down at you, pupils flared as he takes you in. You shiver as his palms stroke your tummy, slowly going up until they encompass your breasts. Your nipples pebble from the rough texture of his skin, and you can see it excites him. So much so that he takes the opportunity to take your nipples between his fingers and pulls them gently with a pinch. Your back bows off the mattress, adoring the pain he is providing, and let out a mewl as he lets go to run his thumbs over the tender peaks.
âYou sound so good,â Logan murmurs. âI need to hear more.â
His right arm goes under your back to keep you up, holding you there as his mouth goes to your left breast. He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking with his eyes still on you. Your cheeks flush, head tilting to the side to avoid looking at him. Itâs too much. Itâs too fucking much.Â
Whimpers slip from your mouth, his treatment of your breasts making you want to rub your thighs together to soothe the ache, but he keeps your legs open. He eventually does the same to your other breast, working to match the work he left on your other nipple: hard, and tainted red.
He lets up, sitting on his knees as he unbuttons your pants, hands sliding the material down your legs in earnest. He tosses your heels off before stripping away your bottoms, and he hums as he admires the black, lacy thong you adorn.Â
âFuck,â he snaps the elastic, eyes entranced. âYou sure you didnât see this coming earlier? Wearing something sexy like this?â
âThey work better with my pants.â You huff, his fingers lightly running along your covered slit.
âHmm, no wonder your ass looked so good today.â He grins. âBut this pussy? I could play with her all day.â
He lowers himself, sliding off the bed only to bring you with him, your body gliding across the comforter with ease. He clutches onto your thighs, letting your legs rest in the crook of his elbows. He keeps his hold tight, bringing his lips down to kiss and suck on your thighs. You gasp at the aggressiveness, swearing you will see dark purple marks on you later. You moan at the idea, as it feels like he is finally claiming you; like are his to mark, to claim, to fuck, to love.Â
He makes his way to your center, sniffing deeply before releasing a feral growl. He lets the tip of his tongue lightly drag from the bottom to the top of your heat, still fully covered by the damned thong. He flicks at your clit, a ghost of a touch that has you bucking your hips. And he draws back every single time. His self-control is impressive but frustrating all the same.
He starts to suck on it through the material, creating a bigger wet spot with his spit. The more he pushed his tongue against your folds, the more the material would rub just right against you. It made you clench, panting at how much he is teasing you. He pulls away, blowing on your sensitive spot which only makes you whine.
âAwe what is it?â He chuckles, the vibrations barely hitting where you need him. âYou want my tongue to play with you?â
His hand lets go of your thigh, fingers tracing the fabric before pulling it to the side. âLucky for you, I love to play.â
He goes right in, mouth over your bud as he consumes your very being. Your hands shoot to his hair, not prepared for the onslaught of pleasure he is delivering. The swirls he is landing on his target is mind numbing, a tangible pressure that makes you want to curl in on yourself.Â
âFuck, sweetheart,â he groans, the sound vibrating right on your clit. It makes you buck your hips up, but his left arm presses you down to keep you secure.Â
âI know you want more, but you are going to have to be patient. Iâm not done tasting this sweet pussy. Fuck, you are so sweet.â
You feel one of his fingers near your hole, circling it teasingly before pushing in. His tongue is back on your nerves, mouthing covering it to add slight suction. Even with his big fingers, itâs not nearly enough.Â
âLogan, please add another.â You say, emphasizing as you clench down on his single digit.Â
He sucks a little harder, ripping a yelp from your throat. Still, he listens and inserts a second finger with the first. He goes in and out, drawing sighs from your lips as he builds you up. His mouth is going crazy, moving his lips with a vengeance. Your blood is hot, traveling down as your release starts to come to the surface.
You canât stop clamping down on his fingers, your pussy having a mind of its own. He is pistoning them now, causing your fluids to make its way down your ass onto the comforter. The sounds coming from his handiwork edge you further, your release imminent.Â
âOh God, Logan! Iâm cumming!âÂ
Big mistake on your part.
He pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A smug look appears on his face, and you have the urge to shove his face back into your aching cunt.
âYour first time cumming with me will be on my cock, sweetheart.â
He pulls your thong down your legs and moves you back to the front of the bed. He stands before you, making light work of removing his belt from the loops of his jeans. His jeans are next, pulling them down with his briefs.Â
You donât know what you expected. You werenât surprised with how well endowed he was, not with the way he is built. But to see it in person is so much different from your imagination. The details that your mind didnât conjure up, especially the vein that starts from his lower stomach to the tip of his cock. It makes you salivate, wanting to run your tongue along it.Â
âYou like what you see, darlinâ?â He noticed you staring, but you have no shame. Not anymore.
âYeah, want it in my mouth so bad.â
He walks over to you, his cock in your face. His hand goes to your head, stroking the baby hairs that are starting to stick to your temple. âAs much as I would love that, I am dying to give you the fucking you deserve, sweetheart. HoweverâŠâ he brings your head up closer to his cock, your lips not even an inch away. âHow about you get it nice and wet for me.â
You donât have to be told twice. You work up a good amount of spit, letting it drip from your mouth onto his hard cock. You start to lick at the sides, spreading your saliva all over until he is covered. You are basically making out with his dick, your lips and tongue moving like you had when you were kissing him earlier. It isnât until you get to that vein of his that you start to go wild, licking it up and down.Â
Logan is groaning deeply, and pulls your head back, a string of saliva connecting before breaking apart. You hear him curse under his breath before crawling back onto the bed, his hands holding your face as he brings his lips to you. His kisses are slow this time, letting it sink in that this is happening; that you two are about to be connected.Â
âYou did such a good job. You are such a good girl.â He murmurs against your lips before sitting up.Â
His dick is now sitting heavy on your mound, and the weight of it feels delicious. He taps it against your clit a few times, your hips thrusting up in kind.Â
âYou ready for me, sweetheart?â He lets his cock rut into your folds, thrusting up into your clit. âI think that sweet thing of yours is.â
âGive it to me, Lo. I need you so bad it hurts.âÂ
âDonât worry, baby. Iâll take that pain away.â He promises.
And as promised, he places the tip right at your aching hole and pushes in slowly. Your jaw slacks, the pressure as he continues his descent much more intense than you anticipated. Itâs been so long since youâve given yourself to someone. It all feels new, and you are thankful; thankful that it's with him.
He is fully seated in you, and you can only describe it as euphoric. With the way he sits heavy in your cunt, filling you up completely, you can honestly say that this was meant to happen. Logan was meant to be with you in every single possible way imaginable. Itâs the only explanation.
âHow does it feel, baby?â Logan asks, hands rubbing up and down your thighs soothingly.Â
âIt feels,â you whimper, gripping down on him. âIt feels so good, Lo.â
âYeah? My cock makinâ you feel good, doll?â He groans, clearly being affected by your behavior.Â
Before you can mutter a pathetic answer, your brain turning to mush, he shifts back. His cock slides out until the mushroom head is at your entrance, and then he slams back in; hard and slow.Â
The constant back and forth of his cock has you shaking, his hard thrust knocking the air out of your lungs and the slow thrusts feeling oh so good. And with the way he is watching you, his face mimicking yours as he receives his own pleasure, is sending zaps of electricity to your cunt. It makes you grasp onto him hard as he gets you more worked up.
Logan sits up straighter, grabbing your right leg and bringing it up to his shoulder. His left hand keeps it steady as he speeds up slightly and presses gentle kisses to your ankle in the process. It lets him go deeper, kissing your cervix every time it goes in. The pressure feels incredible, and the more he speeds up, the more your cunt starts to spasm out of control.Â
âThatâs it, baby. You are taking me so well, like you were fucking made for me.â He growls out, biting your ankle.Â
âGod yes, Logan! Iâm yours!â You cry out, him and his cock making you utterly delirious. âYou were made for my pussy!â
âFuck, you got a mouth on you.â He chides, his right hand going to your right breast.
He is squeezing your tit so tight; his hips are on autopilot with how fast he is taking you. Your hands donât know where to go, going from gripping the fabric below to holding onto his wrist. He is putting you into a completely fucked out state, and you canât get enough of that treatment.Â
You can tell you are on the precipice of cumming. You are clenching on and off rapidly, no longer in control of your muscles. The sounds coming from your coupling, wet smacking echoes that are music to your ears. You can feel the telltale sensation of being overwhelmed, and you know you are now on the track of no return.Â
âLogan, baby, Iâm gonna cum!â
He snarls at you, a crazed look in his eyes as he slams into you. He lets go of your tit to grab your chin, keeping your eyes on his. âDo it, darlinâ. Cum around my cock.â
You are over the edge in seconds, a silent scream taking over as you tremble and quake. Your pussy is convulsing like crazy, small gushes of liquid coming out. You see Logan look down at where you two are connected, and he is grinning like crazy.
âWhat a fucking sight. There isnât one thing about you that isnât pretty.â
You could sob at his words, especially with how overstimulated you are becoming. You work his cock, wanting him to cum inside of you.Â
âGive me your cum, Logan. Fill me until Iâm dripping.â
Your words must have triggered something because next thing you know he has let go of your leg and face and is falling onto his forearms with his mouth landing on yours. You hear the sound of his claws, completely unsheathed from his skin, causing him to bellow into your mouth, rutting like a madman which causes cum to leak out from your hole onto the bedding.Â
He slows down, milking out the rest of his spend before stopping all together. He lets go of your lips gasping, face buried in your shoulder as he tries to calm down. Your hands go to his back, massaging the taut muscles as he shakes.Â
âFuck, Logan,â you sigh, catching your breath as you come back to earth. You feel so relaxed, even with your guts feeling completely rearranged.
You hear his claws sink back into his skin, and it is then that he pulls out, falling to the other side of the bed. His chest is going up and down with every heavy breath, and you canât help but admire him like this.Â
He turns his head over to you, his hand coming to grab the hand by your side. âCâmere, sweetheart.â
You make it over into his side, head laying on his chest as you both bask in the post-sex glow. You canât help but smile at this turn of events, not expecting to have been in this position with Logan. But here you are, laying on his chest with his arms around you.Â
You notice something in your peripherals and see splintering from the headboard of your bed. There are six holes in the wood, and it sends you into a laughing fit, a euphoric glaze covering your entire body.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â He asks gruffly, pulling you into side as you continue to laugh.
âYour claws pierced my headboard.â
You see him glance back, and you see him sigh, relaxing more into the mattress. âIâll fix it up for you, darlinâ. Iâm sorry about that.â
âNo need to say sorry.â You snuggle your face into his skin, breathing in his natural musk as you relax more into him. âI just canât believe we did that, but Iâm glad it did.â
âI can say the same.â He murmurs, stroking your hair gently. âSeriously, I gotta know, did you see this coming?â
You shift up, going to lay your arms across his chest only for you to rest on them. You look into his eyes and the need in them is still there, but not in the way they were before. They were searching, looking for any confirmation that what you both just did truly meant more. It makes him look vulnerable, something he rarely shows. It makes you smile at the prospect of him opening up even more.Â
âNot until today. Itâs strange now that I think about it.â
âAnd why is that?â
âI never saw you coming, I guess. Even when it is clear as day how you felt about me, I never got anything that told me it was real. I didnât want to potentially screw anything up between us.â
He hums, a look of contemplation on his face before taking a hand and rubbing his face, a long sigh coming out in the process. âI suppose thatâs my fault.â
You canât help but look confused. His fault? âWhy do you say that?â
âI havenât been fully honest, but ever since I came here, no matter how welcomed and appreciated I am here, I have contemplated leaving.â His hand leaves his face to go behind your neck, lightly scratching the skin at the nape before continuing. âIâve been alone for a long time. Having a family has never been in the books for me. It is easier to not let people in.â
âSo, thatâs why I couldnât see you coming. You hadnât made up your mind?â
âItâs possible, but itâs just a theory.â
âBut, if thatâs the case, have you made your mind up?â You start rubbing his chest with your palm, feeling his heart pulse slowly. You are confident you know the answer now, but you want to hear him say it.
He grunts in laughter, shaking his head slightly before letting his fingers curl around the back of your neck. âI think you know the answer, princess. But if you really want to know, come up here.â
You push yourself from him, moving so you are straddling his torso. He brings his hands to your face once more, pulling you down so you are face to face with him. He kisses you, slowly initiating intimacy with his lips. He isnât saying anything, but you can feel what he is saying through the act alone.Â
âI canât close myself off from you,â he says between kisses. âAnd I donât want to. Especially if youâll have me.â
âI think you already know the answer to that, Lo.â
âStill, I wanna hear you say it.â
You pull away so you can look into his eyes, giving him all the sincerity you can muster. âI love you, and I want you to stand by me.â
He smiles teeth and all, and pulls you back down, kissing all over your face causing you to squeal. âHmm I love you too, sweetheart. Always have.â
You both stay like that for a while, basking in each other's company in post-coital ecstasy by continuing to taste one another. Another thought came over you, and you canât help but laugh again.
âIf I had known sex would make you like this, I would have made a move a long time ago.â Logan jokes, breathing them in.Â
âIâm sorry, but Iâm laughing because it took me taking your cigars hostage to do it.â
Logan throws his head back, chuckling at what you presume is the same thing you are laughing about.
âSpeaking of those cigars, can you grab them for me?â
You perk up, pushing away from him to lean over to your side of the bed. Your fingers stretch for the book, getting a grasp on it before getting settled back with Logan. He pulls you in quickly, hurdling you into his side. You see he has his lighter ready, which he must have grabbed while you were getting his cigars.
âYou gonna smoke one?â
He hums, taking one out. âI only smoke these on special occasions. I think this qualifies.â
He carefully unsheathes a claw, cutting the end before it sinks back under his skin. He flickers the lighter, letting the bright flame linger on the end to get a good burn going. He then lays back, pulling you even closer into his side, before taking his first puff.Â
You smile, laying your head against him as you let your eyes drift closed. You feel yourself drifting away, the smell of his cigar and the sound of his pulse lulling you to a deep sleep; a sleep with dreams that you hope feel like déjà vu in the near future.
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GOJO SATORU: IT'S GONNA FEEL SO GOOD, I PROMISE!
.àłàż he's dreamt about fucking you for months, and now that you're finally in his sheets, he has no intent of letting you goâespecially when he finds out that he's your first time. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. virgin!reader. kinda sorta subtle coercion, corruption kink, slight dubcon, fingering, p â> v, lots of praise!!, mentions of prior dirty dreams (about you).
author's note: had this stuck in my drafts for a while so uhhhh. yea enjoy. tagging @mymegumi bc i love selene êšïž
"please, baby, it'll feel so good," satoru cooes, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his. "i promise i'll be gentle."
you shrug, scrunching up your nose at satoru hesitantly. "i don't know..."
your boyfriend presses his lips to yours briefly and smiles tenderly. satoru's soft eyes are fixed on you, only you as he widens them pleadingly. "i wanna teach you how to fuck. please, sweetheart, we can stop anytime. jus' wanna make you feel good, i promise!"
it's only partially a lieâyes, satoru certainly wants to teach you to fuck, but he's not entirely certain that he could just stop anytime. especially because he's well aware that fucking a virgin is such an addicting experienceâsatoru knows you're gonna be so tight that you'll just suck him in, and he isn't that confident that he'll be able to stop once he's started.
but whatever, that's a problem for laterâfor now, he's focused on persuading you to spread those legs for him and show him your pretty pussy.
you pause, considering his proposal. after a couple seconds, you nod hesitantly. "you promise you'll be gentle?" you ask meekly, averting your eyes.
satoru nods, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "of courseânow c'mon, let's get those clothes off of you, baby." and a couple agonizing minutes later, you're half naked underneath a shirtless satoru, and his fingers trace the inside of your thigh.
"so first, i'm gonna make you cum on my fingers, 'kay?" satoru informs you. "needa loosen you up so you can take my dick."
"o-okay," you whisper, swallowing nervously. "i'm a little scared," you admit, fiddling with the waistband of your lacy underwear. "will it hurt?"
after a moment, satoru nods in response. "at first it will. but then you're gonna feel so good, i promise."
"you promise?"
"i do."
satoru tugs down your panties and grins at the sight of your pussy, untouched and reserved just for him. he's dying to just fuck you then and there, rough and no prep, but he made a promise. and satoru has no intention of breaking it.
"ready?" he breathes, positioning his fingers just outside of your entrance. when you nod, he shakes his head. "i'm gonna need to hear it from you, baby. use your words."
"i'm r-ready," you confirm, inching your thighs farther apart for him.
"good girl."
then satoru slips his fingers inside, and you can't suppress the sudden moan that slips out of your lips. to you, it's embarrassing, but to satoru, it's music to his ears. he steadily pushes his fingers farther and farther into your tight cunt, and satoru can't help but marvel at the way you just suck him in.
"you're so fuckin' tight," satoru mumbles, eyes fixed on your pussy. "and so wet, too. i've barely even touched you, fuck."
it's agonizing, reallyâthe sensation of having someone else's fingers inside of you is so new and so strange that you can almost ignore the pain (which is present but not as throbbing as you had feared). satoru makes sure to be as gentle as he can, which unfortunately isn't quite as gentle as you'd likeâbut it's not too rough for you to handle.
satoru starts widening his fingers in a scissor-like motion, stretching you farther apart to make room for his already rock-hard dick. you squirm around him and whine about how deep his fingers are, but satoru dismisses your complaints with a laugh. "c'mon, this is barely the beginning. if ya can't take this, how're you gonna take my dick?"
a couple minutes later, when satoru finally deems you loose enough, he pulls out his now-drenched fingers. looking you in the eye with a smug smile, he slips his fingers into his mouth and licks your slick off of them. "mm, you taste so good, pretty. lemme see if you feel as good as you taste, yeah?"
and that's how he convinces you to keep your thighs nice and spread wide open for him as he positions the head of his dick at your entrance, practically trembling from the effort it takes to not just pound into you. you're so compliant and perfect for satoru, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to push you up against the headboard and fuck you until you pass out.
but somehow, he manages to control himself. "alright, baby, this is gonna hurt," satoru warns, touching his reddening tip to your soaked pussy. "you ready?"
"y-yeah," you breathe, distantly noticing the way your hands start to tremble. satoru exhales softly and shakes his hair out of his eyes before gently pushing himself inside of you, and the first thought that enters your head is that he's ridiculously bigâit feels like you're getting torn apart every second he goes in farther.
"satoruuu," you whine, starting to paw at his chest when he goes in farther, and it's too much, too fast, but he only grins down at you in response. "it hurts, ow... y're tooâ"
"uh uh, just shut your pretty mouth n' take it," satoru groans, shifting the angle of his hips and going in a little deeper. you cry out in pain, face scrunching up in an effort to numb the stinging sensation around your waist. satoru dips his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring praises on how well you're doing.
"it'll feel so good soon, i promise, baby," he insists, pressing his lips to the spot in between your eyes. "you're takin' me so good, fuckâ agh, you're so damn tight, this one's gonna hurt like hell, but you can take it, yeah? my pretty princess, you'll do anythin' i say, won't ya..."
satoru doesn't give you a chance to respond before he says something about this being the last stretch, but his words don't really sink in until he's two more inches deep into you. his last thrust is so sudden and jarring that it makes you cry out his name, over and over and over until the pain evident on your face starts to turn into something that looks a lot like... pleasure?
a self-assured smile grows on satoru's flushed face when he sees the chance, and a thousand more words of praise fall from his lips. your vision's a little fuzzy in the corners, and your mind is all but goneâit's hard to focus on anything but the slowly fading pain.
satoru starts to move his hips back and forth, easing your loosening cunt into him and nodding at the way you slowly start to show signs of wanting more. your eyes brighten up a little and you seem more alert the longer satoru opens you up.
"startin' to feel good now?" he asks, smiling smugly when you nod your head. "yeah, told you so." the prominent blush on his face starts to creep down his neck, and when you reach up and tentatively touch his cheek, that's when he loses it.
it takes every drop of self-restraint in his body to not flip you over, face-down and ass-up and fuck your tight cunt the way he's dreamed about for months. satoru's imagined it for so long that it's practically a reality for himâthe way you would whimper his name and claw at the sheets, the way you would cum all over him too many times to count, all of it. he's seen it a thousand times in his head, but having his fantasy so close and yet so far drives him insane.
but as you smile up at him, the almost unnoticeable tremble in your bottom lip assures him that this probably isn't the time. after all, you're not leaving him anytime soon, so he might as well train you first before even attempting any of that on your perfect, untouched body.
"what do i do now?" you ask, and the simplicity of the question is almost childish. especially when satoru almost laughs in response, soft blue eyes glinting with amusement.
"jus' lie there and stay pretty f'me. and keep your legs spread wiiide open," satoru cooes, shaking his hair out of his eyes only for it to fall right back in.
"yeah, you're doin' so good that i don't even buy that you were a virginâor are you just naturally made for me, huh? maybe that's it, 'cause i swear on my life that i've never fucked a cunt this fuckin' pretty, heh."
#osaemu#gojo smut#jjk smut#satoru gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#jjk x you#satoru gojo x you#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#satoru gojo x y/n#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo drabbles#jjk drabbles
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LIKE THAT !
â their favorite positions feat. kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna.
WARNINGS. fem reader (she/her), v penetration, toys (vibrator, butt plug), slight overstim, switch nanami, boobjob, sub cho, pssy job, choking, mean kuna (duh) kunas tongue hands note: hiiiii this is my first post on here! im nervous but vv excited to be starting a blog. feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated! also sorry if my characterization is off ;( ty and enjoyyyy ᥣđ©
KENTO NANAMI & MISSIONARY â âbaby, let me look at you. wanna watch you take itâ + âthatâs it, my gorgeous girl. stick your tongue out. so cute when you go dumbâ
no matter how hard he tries, nanami always finds himself cumming too fast. embarrassed, heâll nuzzle into the side of your neck, flushed nose bridge dusting your sensitive skin as his milky cum spills into your warm pussy. long, fluffy, blonde lashes curl up when he screws his eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling of your gummy walls and heâs praying you donât hear how pathetic he sounds whining, or feel the way he shakes and trembles being sucked dry by his sweet girl.
on the other hand, nanami also found that when he fucks you from the frontâ his hand wrapped tightly around the base of your ankle, the other holding your favorite vibrator against your puffy clit, you cum too fast. your back arching so prettily for him as he forces your shaky thighs apart so he can keep fucking into you through your high.
he only finds pleasure in yours, so naturally it becomes his favorite position.
plus, he loves to watch your pretty tits bounce with every deep strokeâ your face contorting, jaw slacking at the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy out as he does so, so well.
áŻ
âdonât look away, keep those pretty eyes on me,â nanamiâs hair is mussed, eyelids drooping low almost completely covering his brown irises. his flushed ears swallow the filthy, filthy sounds that you make at the feeling of his fat veiny, cock dragging against your sticky walls. theyâre pornstar-esque and your hips buck up at the constant vibration against your poor abused clit. body growing limp, eyes fogging over, rolling backâ
âuhn uh baby, look at meâ
you do as youâre told: whimpering out a breathy, âyes sirâ the air in the room is heavy, a thin layer of sweat sticks in your body, and nanamiâs musky scent envelops you as you write underneath him. âmy baby feels good? feels good when i fill your pussy up, hm?â
tears start slipping down the apples of your burning cheeks as you nod sheepishly. heâs rolling his hips, making you feel all of him at every angle.
your clear slick drips down his heavy balls and heâs gritting his teeth, strokes turning sporadic because fuck heâs getting close, âyeah my messy girl, show me how good it feels. let me fucking feel it.â
TOJI FUSHIGURO & BOOBJOBS â âyou look so pretty with my dick between your tits like thatâ + âkeep fucking goin. gonna paint that face. know you love it when i do, my dirty girlâ
tojiâs hands are always, always glued to your boobs. sometimes he jokes he canât even sleep without sliding his hands underneath the hem of your shirt so he can grope and pinch at your tits. theyâre just so soft and pretty, he thinks. especially when your nipples harden against his warm tongue, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive buds.
the first time you gave him a boobjob, he felt dizzy. it was too good. so warm, so soft. his leaky cock slipping between your smooth mounds with every quick jerk of his hips.
he gets so sensitive. vocal, too.
áŻ
âfeels so good when you push them together like that fuck baby,â tojiâs chest heaves as he groans, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your pillowy tits embracing him, taking him in so sweetly, âspit on itâ
youâre looking up at him through long lashes with big heart eyes, giggling before you purse your plump lips, dipping your head to let a fat glob of foamy spit fall onto his tip. it glides down over the slit of his cockâ âshitâ before sliding onto your chest making his head spin, a long string of curse words sounding under his breath.
âcum for me tojâ want it all over meâ your tongue pokes out to lick and lap at the salty pre oozing out his reddened head.
âyouâre so fucking dirty,â his chest heaves some moreâ body jerking, his toned abs flexing. then there it is, that fucking smirk. the scar on his lips jumps up following the change in his expression.
âask me sâmore. i might give you what you want, but only if you beg for it. fuckinâ drain it out of me, dollâ
CHOSO KAMO & COWGIRL â âride me baby, please. love when you bounce on meâ + âyou're too pretty shit. make me cum so fast m'sorryâ
you are chosoâs first everything. he had never been in a relationship before you and he doesnât plan on leaving, so youâll be his last as well.
the first time you two were intimate, you took your time with him, pressing soft kisses to every inch of his toned body, showering him with your warm love.
before lowering yourself on him, you were grinding against his needy cock. hips moving in fluid motions, back .. and forth .. leaving him a pretty whimpering mess underneath you. putty in your little hands.
when you finally let him in, your pussy hugging him so so tightly he came before even bottoming out :(
áŻ
âfuck- yesyesyesâ chosoâs grip on your waist is tight, his hips slamming up against your ass as he fucks into you so deeply, leaky cock twitching inside your silky walls. âfeels so good, oh my godâ
itâs so cute how eager he getsâ his face all pinky, blush covering his pale skin. your hand dances up his lean chest before reaching his neck, fingers wrapping around him, your nails sinking into his skin, branding little crescent-shaped marks. and his eyes roll back in such a sultry way, his adamâs apple bobbing up as he groans, it should be fucking illegal.
âfu- ple- ba-byâ he canât even speak. heâs trying so hardâ so, so hard to be good and ask for your permission, but pretty whimpers fill the room in its place and heâs cumming, filling your pussy up to the brim as he cries out your name mixed with âsorryââs because he knows heâs supposed to ask for it.
RYOMEN SUKUNA & FULL NELSON â âwho gave you permission to be so fucking messy, huh? creaming 'round my dick, fucking filthy.â + âscreaming like a cheap whoreâ be quiet and take it. unless you want to be treated like oneâ
sukuna is just so rough when he fucks you. mean too, throwing you around like you weigh nothing, using every limb to his advantage. he gets off to seeing your ruined face, red teary eyes, and mascara smeared all over your flushed cheeks with drool sliding down your chin.
he loves it when youâre helpless, either tied up or his arms holding you in place.
áŻ
sukunaâs thick cock is buried deep in your sloppy pussy. his arms snaked underneath your thighsâ hands on the back of your head, forcing you to watch how greedily your pussy sucks him in. âwhat a filthy fucking whore. âs fucking pathetic.â
white cream jackets his cock and it glistens against the dim lights in his palace every time he pulls out before slamming you back down.
heâs a feral fucking animal, rutting into you feverishly with deep grunts. one of his hands is on your clitâtongue flicking against your otherwise neglected nub. itâs too much. youâre already struggling to take the inches heâs bullying into your tight pussy and here he goes adding more.
âso f- full âkuâ
âbe grateful,â he grunted, one of his thumbs pushing a pretty diamond butt plug into your tight assâ using your slide as lube while two fingers shove down your throat.
âi couldâve chosen one of the other concubinesâ be grateful and fucking take it.â
#á°.á â soâs diary#nanami smut#toji smut#choso smut#sukuna smut#jjk smut#nanami x reader#toji x reader#choso x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x reader#nanami x you#toji x you#choso x you#sukuna x you#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#nanami x reader smut#choso x reader smut#sukuna x reader smut#toji x reader smut#nanami x y/n#toji x y/n#choso x y/n#sukuna x y/n#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#jujutsu kaisen
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I'm Not In Love (Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)
A/N: Okay, so this if my first fic in over a year, and it's also my first Wolverine fic...so please be kind. I'm just getting back into the groove. Expect it to possibly be a little rough. This is big time inspired by "I'm Not In Love" by 10cc. This fic is also thanks to a request I got from an anonymous user! Thanks for the idea, anon! Hope it's okay! Enjoy guys.
Summary: After harboring a crush on Logan for months, things finally come to a head while on an overnight mission.
Warnings: SMUT. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. There's like no plot here just smut, Unprotected PIV sex (wrap it up), Oral (f!receiving), AFAB reader, Sizekink!(this was a specific size kink request, and so the reader is therefore described as being smaller than Logan/his shirt being big on her), cursing, praise kink, OOC!Logan (just putting this out there because I haven't seen the X-Men movies/read X-Men comics in forever and I'm probably giving him terms he doesn't use/having him act in ways he might not typically), feelings, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, one bed muahaha, probably grammar errors, think that's it?
Word Count: 3,162 I got carried away
He was driving you absolutely crazy. Logan. Logan fucking Howlett, with his cocksure attitude and self-satisfied smile. Maybe itâs the way he thinks heâs always right. Maybe itâs that stupid stubbornness, that prowl he does when he walks across a room to meet you. To mock you. His whole being towering over youâhis musky, pine-scented cologne filling your lungs. Heâs everywhereâand not just metaphoricallyâliterally and physically. His giant frame shadows yours, and you canât help but admit that thereâs something about itâŠsomething about him.Â
You want him. Bad. And although you wonât admit it, youâve wanted him for months. And so, as of lately, heâs not so much a nuisance as much as heâs a distraction.Â
You just had to be sent on this mission with Loganâthis ridiculous two-day stake-out that you could have done on your own. Youâre certainly strong enough; your telekinetic powers and regenerative abilities are enough to handle any situation. And yet, here you are, walking up to a motel with Logan fucking Howlett.Â
His frame practically consumes yours as he stands behind you on the sidewalk. You swear you can feel the ghost of his fingertips against your waist, impatient and ready to guide you forward. You silently wish he wouldâwish he would grab your hips and take you down that alleyway andâ
âYou okay, darlinâ?â His voice is gruff against the shell of your ear. âYou seem awfully distracted.â
You swallow your embarrassment and hope he wonât pick up on how fast your heart is beating. âIâm fine, just tired,â you mutter, lying straight through your teeth. You can feel his smirk against the side of your head. He has to know what heâs doing. He has to know how much you want him.Â
He chuckles and his chest vibrates against your back. âToo tired for the mission, bub? Weâre almost at the motel, donât worry.â The condescension in his voice is palpable. He knows exactly how to get under your skin. Youâre putty in his hands.Â
He steps out from behind you, and before you can mourn the loss of the contact, he grabs your hand and leads the way through the doors of the motel. âThis okay?â He whispers in your ear, his massive hand giving your smaller one a squeeze. All you can manage is a nod as you approach the front desk. You know itâs just to support your coverâyou and Logan are posing as a married coupleâbut you canât help but hope it means more. You need it to mean more.Â
God, you are so fucked.Â
Youâre so distracted thinking about how close Logan is to you that you almost miss the moment when the worker at the front desk says the only room left has just one bed.Â
You crane your head to look up at Logan, who you find is already looking down at you.Â
âThatâs perfect,â he says, his eyes still on you. His stare doesnât budge as the man behind the front desk slides the key towards the two of you. Logan grabs the keys and finally breaks the moment. His hand is still holding yours as he navigates the two of you toward your motel room.Â
The room isâŠsmall. Thereâs one queen bed in the center, a bathroom on the other side of the room, and an old box television resting on an even older-looking oak dresser. On the bright side, the place appears to be clean.Â
âI should freshen up,â you say, taking off your shoes. Your hand slips out of Loganâs as you pad over to the bathroom with your bag.Â
The bathroom isnât horrible either. Dated, but clean. You brush your teeth and wash your face before undressing and searching for your pajamas in your bagâwhich, naturally, you forgot to pack.Â
âAh fuck,â You mutter louder than you meant to.Â
You hear Logan stirring in the other room, his footsteps quickly approaching the door. âYou okay?â You can sense the concern in his voice, and you canât help but smile.Â
âYeah, just forgot to pack something to wear to bed.â Thereâs more shuffling on the other side of the door. You hear Loganâs bag zip.Â
âYou want my shirt?â He asks, standing just outside the door now.Â
âIâd feel bad, then youââ Your protests are ignored as he opens the door just enough to toss his Calgary Flames t-shirt onto the bathroom sink, closing it tightly once the shirt lands. You smirk as you walk over to the shirt and put it on. The hem lands at the middle of your thighs. Logan really is massive, you think to yourself.Â
You take a deep breath, slowly twist the knob of the bathroom door, and head outside. Logan is lounging on the chair next to the dresser, his eyes on you as you place your bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed.Â
âTh-thanks for theâŠâ You stutter, trailing off as you nod down to the shirt.Â
Logan smirks as he pushes himself out of the chair and makes his way toward you. You think you see him take you in, look you up and down, but that canât possibly be.
He shakes his head as he stops at your side. You swear you hear him mutter a low fuck under his breath. âYou look good.â But he doesnât stop for long. He pushes forward and into the bathroom. âIâll sleep on the floor,â he mumbles as he shuts the door behind him.Â
âLetâs just share the bed,â you shout back, unsure of where the confidence to say that came from. But thereâs no response, just the running of water from the sink.Â
You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for what feels like forever, but Logan doesnât take long at all. After a few minutes, you hear the sink shut off and the door creek open.Â
You shake your head as you stand from the bed to face him. âBy the way, youâre not sleeping on the floor, donât be ridicââ Youâre too stunned to say another word. Youâve seen Logan shirtless before, sure, but not like this. Not in just his boxers. Not in a room with him, alone, for an entire night. You need to relax, to calm down, but thereâs nowhere else to go, and nothing else to look at. You know he can your heart beating out of your chest now.Â
 He steps toward you, engulfing you with his presence. You stare up at him. âAm I really that scary?â He closes the distance between the two of you.Â
You try to play dumb. âW-what are you talking about?â
âEvery time I get close to you, that little heart of yours practically explodes.â
You swallow roughly. âI d-donât know what youâre talking about, Logan.â But your shaky voice gives it away. You know exactly what he means.Â
His arms snake around your waist, resting on your lower back. âYeah, you do, darlinâ,â he says. âYou afraid of me or something?â God he is so fucking cocky, you think to yourself.Â
ââMânot afraid of you,â you whisper. âCould never be afraid of you.âÂ
He smiles and walks you to the edge of the bed, your knees threatening to buckle under the pressure. âWhat is it then, hm? You like how big I am? That it?â Your eyes frantically search his face for some sort of excuse, some sort of denial. But he can read you like a book. âYeah, I think thatâs it.â Heâs towering over you, caging you in.Â
âItâs more than that,â you admit.Â
He cocks his head to the side. âOh yeah? What?â He wonât let that be enoughâyou know he wonât. Heâll tease it out of you. His presence is dizzying and distracting. Youâre not even sure you can form another complete sentence.Â
âI-itâs just you,â you finally choke out.Â
But itâs not enough for him. âWhat about me?â
Everything, you want to say. You want to tell him how you feel. âLogan, IâŠâ But you canât. Iâm not in love, thatâs what youâve been trying to convince yourself of for months. Â
âGo on, say it. Whatâs got you going?â He tightens his grip around your waist, his thumbs rubbing gently along your back. He leans down, his lips brushing against your forehead. âUse your words, sweetheart.âÂ
Your eyes flutter shut, and you take a deep breath. Heâs everything and heâs everywhere. Heâs in your head and in your hands. You can smell the musk and the pine and a hint of mint and that extra thing that is just distinctly him. Heâs warm and his breath ever-so-lightly tickles your ear as his forehead rests against yours.Â
And then finally, it comes out.
âI want you, Lo.â
You open your eyes and immediately notice the change in his expression. That cocky grin is gone. He isnât teasing anymore. This is something else. Want. No, stronger than that. Desire. Adoration. Longing. Like those four words undid something in him. Untangled some knot that had been there for far too long. Almost like he thought you maybe wouldnât want this. That maybe someone wouldnât want him.Â
So, you say it again. âI want you, Logan.âÂ
He shuts his eyes. âFuck.âÂ
And then heâs pushing you down onto the mattress. His lips find their way to yours, crashing like the world is about to end. You can feel his hunger, his desperation. He rests one hand next to your head for balance and slips his free hand underneath the shirt he lent you. Heâs exploring the curves of your body, the dips and turns, eventually pulling the shirt up and over your head.Â
He comes up for air as his fingers play with the clasp of your bra. You watch his Adamâs apple bob in his throat. âThis okay?â He asks, waiting for your approval. You nod and the hooks are immediately undone. You arch your back so he can slip the bra off. âFuck, pretty girl,â he mumbles. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.âÂ
His hands find their way to your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, teasing you, pinching lightly.Â
âLo, please. Need you,â is all you can say.Â
He trails a line of kisses down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, the center of your chest, his mouth traveling achingly slowly until finally landing on one of your tits. He kisses your nipple before taking it into his mouth, biting lightly and licking the hurt away.Â
âPlease,â you beg again.Â
He comes up for a moment. âPlease what?â He asks before moving on to the other side.Â
âNeed you so bad,â You whimper. But he doesnât stop. âN-need you to touch me.â
He pauses again. âThink Iâm already doing that, darlinâ. Gonna have to be more specific.âÂ
âFuck me, please.â Â
He shakes his head. âWanna make you feel good first, pretty girl.âÂ
You sit up a bit, ready to protest. âBut you are. Youâre making me feel soââ Youâre cut off by the sight of him staring up at you as he trails kisses down your stomach, stopping at the top of your panties. He grabs your hips and pushes you further into the center of the bed. His fingers slip under the hem of your panties, waiting for your approval. You nod, and he practically tears them right off you.Â
Logan kisses the inside of your thigh, slowly charting a path toward your core, his thumb tracing circles on the other thigh. Youâre already squirming under his touch. âLo,â You whimper. âPleaseâFuck!â Without warning, his tongue licks a long stripe up your folds to your clit. His lips lock around it, sucking softly, his fingers suddenly teasing your entrance before slipping a finger inside.
âSo tight darlinâ. Gonna feel so good,â he mumbles against you, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a jolt up your spine.Â
Heâs taking his time, tasting you, savoring you. His tongue laps at your cunt, licking slow circles as his finger pumps in and out. You need more.
âLo,â You call out, your back arching in pleasure. But he doesnât answer. He keeps going as if heâs gotten lost in you, as if thereâs nothing that can possibly be said to bring him back. âLo, please,â you moan again.Â
He chuckles against your core. âPlease what, pretty girl?â He mumbles. You can feel his smirk against you.
âM-more,â you beg. You can feel his smirk grow wider as his motions stall. âNo donât stop, please donât stop.âÂ
He looks up at you, his finger buried deep inside your cunt, his lips just inches from your clit. âWanna take my time with you, darlinâ.â
âY-you c-can,â You stutter. âW-whatever you want. Just need more.â
âMore?â He repeats, arrogantly tilting his head. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight.Â
âYes, please.â But you know by the look in his eyes that youâre getting more than you bargained for.Â
He adds another finger, pumping in and out faster than before. His lips latch onto your clit, sucking roughly. Itâs overwhelming, and you know he isnât going to let up. His tongue draws circles around your core, flicking harshly before ruthlessly sucking again. You can feel a third finger prodding your entrance before slipping in and stretching you out.Â
âThis what you wanted?â He teases.
âLo, Iââ Itâs too much, you canât speak.Â
âIâve got you darlinâ. Iâm right here. Youâre doing so good for me.â His words by themselves practically send you over the edge.Â
ââMâso close Logan,â You whimper, spurring him on. His pace quickens; his circles become harder. You can feel your walls tightening around his fingers.Â
âI know, pretty girl. Wanna feel you come on my fingers. Can you do that for me?âÂ
You canât even speak anymore. All you can manage is a hum that passes for an affirmative. He pumps in and out of you, still alternating between sucking your clit and circling it with his tongue.Â
âLook so beautiful like this darlinâ. So fucking beautiful,â He husks. And thatâs all it takes to make that liquid heat, that tension building in the bottom of your stomach, cut like a knife, pouring out of you. Your vision blurs as you let yourself go. You chant his name like itâs a prayer, a spell, something otherworldly. He finally slows down, letting you ride out your orgasm.Â
He pulls out and away from you, crawling up your body so that heâs on top of you. Heâs absolutely huge; his arms rest next to your head, caging you in. âYou alright sweetheart?â He asks, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as he presses a chaste kiss against your forehead.Â
âHm,â You hum. âLike you like this.â
Thereâs that cocky smirk again. âLike what?â
âO-on top of me,â You admit freely now. Your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders, but he quickly pins them above your head.
He smiles widely, his forehead coming down to rest on yours. You can feel his erection press against your core through his boxers. Andâfuckâheâs big. âGonna fuck you like this then, okay pretty girl?â
âP-please,â you stutter.Â
He sits up, pulling his boxers down, revealing just how big he is. You swallow harshly, sitting up and watching as he casts his boxers to the side. He doesnât let you watch for long. He pins you down again, one hand keeping your hands above your head and supporting his weight, while the other guides his cock to your entrance. His slides against your folds before slowly sinking inside you. You canât help but arch your back to meet his chest.Â
Everything is slow. Heâs taking his time again, letting himself feel every inch of you, giving you the chance to adjust to the size of him. His free hand reaches in between your bodies and finds your clit, drawing slow, gentle circles.Â
His forehead rests against yours as he thrusts into you. âWanted this for so long,â he confesses, his thrusts growing faster. âAlways wanted you, darlinâ.â You can feel your heart burst in your chest as his lips meet yours. You can feel his hunger, his desire.Â
âWanted you too,â You whisper against his lips between kisses.Â
His cock rubs against your walls, hitting that sweet spot every single time. Heâs massive, stretching you out with each pump. He builds speed, his thrusts growing rougher as his fingers circle your clit faster.Â
He whispers praises in your ear. âYou feel so good, pretty girl. So fucking tight. Need you, darlinâ. Always.âÂ
Always.Â
Itâs all too much. The words, the vulnerability, the feeling of him rutting into you with no end in sight. The promise of something else, something more.Â
âLogan, Iâm gonnaâŠâ You trail off, your walls tightening around him. Itâs all so overwhelming. But if youâre being honest, you never want it to end. This. This feeling. Him inside you. Him around you.Â
He curses under his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppier and faster as he chases his orgasm. âI know darlinâ. Wanna feel you come on my cock.â He keeps his fingers steady on your clit, circling roughly, chasing your orgasm too.Â
âLo,â You mumble. âItâs so good. Y-youâre so good, so b-beautiful.â Youâre a bumbling mess, but you want him to feel good too, to know what heâs doing to you, to know that he deserves this. Deserves to be wanted.Â
You feel wetness on his cheeks as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. âAlways wanted you,â he whispers again against the shell of your ear. âAlways gonna want you.âÂ
The tension snaps, and you feel blaring white heat ripple through your body. Logan somehow buries himself deeper inside you as you come, your walls squeezing him tighter.Â
âF-fuck,â he groans. âWhere do you wantââ
You cut him off this time. âInside, please,â you pant. âSafe.â He curses under his breath and calls out your name as he fills you up.Â
âSo perfect,â he whispers. âSo fucking perfect.â
His thrusts slow down as he finishes, and he slowly pulls out of you. But he doesnât pull away. He keeps you close, moving you both towards the headboard. It takes a minute, but he manages to keep you close to his chest as he undoes the covers and gets you both inside them.Â
Logan holds you tightly, peppering kisses against your temples every now and then.Â
Heâs the first to speak. âWhen I said alwaysâŠâ He trails off. You brace yourself for the worst. It was just the heat of the moment, bub. âMâsorry I said it. This shouldnât happen again. It was a one-time thing and Iâ
âI meant it.â
You look up at him, eyes wide. He smiles. But itâs not that cocky smile, not that self-satisfied shit-eating grin. Itâs that other thing again. Longing.Â
âI meant it, too.âÂ
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The Lord's Favorite CH.3
Synopsis: âAnd there you were, lying underneath the terrifying king, a man of immense power and ruthless intent, who would watch the world burn on a whim.â
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âcontent: trueform!Sukuna x f! reader, nsfw, mild language, voyeurism, sukuna has two cocks, pure smut, gentle sukuna
âwc: 2.2k
âa/n: please the messages Iâve been getting from this series have been so unhinged?? I love it
âI believe your presence is precisely what I crave.â
And you swear your brain ceases to function. When you regain awareness, you find yourself against the black silken sheets of Ryomen Sukunaâs enormous bed. The air is thick with the scent of incense, and the dim light from flickering candles casts long shadows across the room. And there you were, lying underneath the terrifying king, a man of immense power and ruthless intent, who would watch the world burn on a whim.
He looks down at you, two of his strong arms gripping your hips, the rough pads of his fingers digging painfully into your flesh. Your gaze flickers down to his body, taking in the sight of his rippling muscles, flexing with each subtle movement. His broad chest rises and falls at a steady pace, a stark contrast to the thunderous beating of your own heart. His crimson eyes hold a possessiveness, the gaze of a predator stalking its prey, intense and unyielding.
Ryomen Sukuna was alreadyterrifying fully clothed, but his naked form elicited a different fear in you altogether. Two thick cocks stood proud and eager. You try to take in every detail, thick veins running up the sides, flushed angry red tips dripping pre-cum down his monstrous shaft. Your breath catches in your throat, all of your saliva drying up as you force a swallow. His lips curl into a smile that sends shivers down your spine. He lowers his head to your ear, his breath searingly hot against your skin.
âYou are aware I do not like waiting.â He growls.
âW⊠what would you like me to do My Lord?â The uncertainty in your tone is evident. He pulls back slightly, his gaze piercing through you with a mixture of disbelief and dark amusement.
Yes, you were younger than the other women in the castle, most of whom had come to serve after being widowed or hardened by life. But he assumed youâd had some knowledge. He had no need for concubines with no experience, anyone else who would dare enter his chambers without it would be swiftly dealt with. âTraining petsâ was of no interest to him. But he couldnât seem to ignore the way his cocks twitched at the thought of being the one who would ruin you. With a swift, almost effortless motion, his four powerful arms shift your position. Within the span of a heartbeat, he flips you over so that you find yourself straddling him, the change in position startlingly abrupt.
Youâre momentarily paralyzed, a jolt of panic surging through you. What exactly were you supposed to do now? Theoretically, you knew what was expected, the steps that were supposed to follow, but⊠how?
àŒșââââââââââââââàŒ»
On occasion, you found yourself wide awake during the night, the sound of the bed frame creaking and exaggerated moans muffled through the door connecting your room to Sukunaâs. Of course, Curiosity, that dangerous and ever-present impulse, got the better of youâand you innocently pressed your ear to the door. And of course, your eyes found their way to a convenient crack in the dark mahogany.
âYou should be ashamed, spying on your kingâ
You cursed yourself as you watched him. He laid on the bed, a womanâwho youâd seen enter his chambers multiple times was bouncing up and down on his length. Crying out as her hands rested atop his broad chest. Two arms guided her hips and the other two rested behind his head. Her loud moans of pleasure, a stark contrast between his low grunts. Your hand clasps over your mouth, suppressing your gasps as your own hand reached under your nightgown.
The sounds of skin slapping, squelching, and the womanâs theatrical wails acted as cover to your own quiet moans. As it continues Ryomen's head suddenly turns to the side, eye locking directly onto the door. A menacing smile spreads across his lips. Your blood runs cold as you make direct eye contact with your lord.
You cease your movements, tiptoeing back to your bed. Squeezing your thighs together, to desperately cool the unbearable heat.
âMyâŠ. lord⊠what are you looking at?â She gasps in between thrusts. You only hear a slap before covering your ears and praying it was just coincidence his eyes fell on that part of the room.
And from his lack of mention, you thought you had gotten away with it.
àŒșââââââââââââââàŒ»
And now you sit between his two muscular legs, the same way you saw that woman do. Staring down his two thick members. A shaky hand wraps around one, unable to grip him fully. A soft moan escapes his lips as you feel his cock twitch under your touch. You begin to pump slowly, your movements hesitant.Â
âDonât..act so coy, I know youâve seen this before.â And your heart drops in your stomach. You search for an excuse, a denial, but they all die in your throat. He only grins in response, looking at you through half-lidded eyes. One arm reaches behind your head, gently pushing your face mere inches away from his throbbing length. Your eyes flicker up to him then back down to his angry red tip, after a deep shaky breath you gather some spit in your mouth allowing it to flow onto him. He groans at the sensation, hand gripping your hair tightly.Â
You loll your tongue out, smearing the spit and pre-cum around his tip. Your other hand wraps around as well. Sukuna growls as your mouth engulfs him, tongue swirling around his head. He pushes your head down slowly, your mouth stretching at his size. Tears well up in your eyes as he hits the back of your esophagus, sinful gagging noises emanate from your throat. He hums amused.
âThis view suits youâŠâ He chuckles lowly as his hands guide your head up and down his shaft. He sets the pace, before letting go of your head. You look up at him through your fluttering eyelashes, the tears pooling in your eyes. Sukuna lies against the plush pillow, hands giving attention to his aching second cock. His breath hitches as his hips buck up, his length pushing even deeper into your throat. A sudden feeling of choking causes you to come up for air, coughing as oxygen finally enters your lungs again. A wave of embarrassment washes over you.Â
How pathetic you must look to your king, not even able to provide him with pleasure.
Ryomen grabs your waist, pulling you back under him. His eyes, darken as he pushes his body closer to you. A low thunderous rumble reverberates from his throat as his spit-soaked length finds friction against your stomach. You feel your own arousal pool between your legs as you are overwhelmed with a dangerous mix of fear and desire.
His lips capture yours in a rough kiss, sharp teeth baring down on your bottom lip as his tongue explores your mouth. Your soft moans are swallowed by him as his strong hands roam your naked body. He parts from the kiss, a trail of spit still connecting you two. He looks upon your panting form, without a second thought diving into your neck nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. Two hands grope your breasts, rolling the swollen buds between his fingers. He squeezes gently as you whimper under him, moving his mouth to encircle your nipple. The heat between your core nearing unbearable.
âMy.. lord⊠p-please..â You cry out, his teeth graze your nipple, a warning. He huffs against your skin.
âDo not rush me, woman.â His mouth moves to your other breast. Staring up at the high, ornately decorated ceiling of Ryomenâs chambers, you find yourself drifting into a daze. Suddenly coming to when you feel a rough hand reach between your wet folds. Sukuna purrs lowly, gathering your slick between his fingers. Your gaze meets his once more, you desperately squirm against his hand.
âAlready so eager⊠surely you realize youâll break if I try to fuck you.â His voice laced with playful menace as his fingers tease your entrance. Your vision hazes as you look up at your king, your bruised lips part taking in shaky breaths in anticipation.
One thick finger enters, pumping into you slowly as you feel your whole body turn to jelly. Sukuna chuckles darkly as you writhe under him, he adds another thick digit giving you just a second to adjust to the slight stretch. You feel a pressure building in your abdomen, similar to the one you felt the night you spied on your king.
âYouâre close, arenât you⊠How disappointing it's just from my fingers.â He coos bringing his other hand to your throbbing clit. He speeds up his ministrations, slipping in a third finger to bring you closer to the edge. A slight curve upwards is all it takes for your sinful walls to clench around his fingers, your back arches as you are delivered to a place youâve never been before. The unfamiliar feeling of orgasm, the pleasure of release washes over your body.
Ryomen removes his fingers from you, watching as your hole flutters around nothing, he brings the slick-coated fingers to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste the fruits of his labor. You catch your breath as you feel his weight pushing you deeper into the sheets. His crimson eyes bore holes in your soul as he looks down at you with pure hunger in his gaze. One of his cocks rubs between your folds, gathering your arousal. A flash of hesitation crosses your face.
âI do not expect you to take both your first time.â He attempts reassurance. His cockhead rubs up and down, kissing your clit before pushing into your hole.Â
He growls as he slowly enters you, feeling the warmth of your walls enveloping him. You wince at the stretch, tears pricking your eyes. His hand reaches to cup your face, thumb wiping away the tears as they fall. He hushes your cries with a gentleness previously unknown to him.
âRelax little one⊠I hnng am going as slow as possible.â He moans as more of his length is surrounded by you. The way your warm walls clench around his thick cock makes his eyes roll, you were so tight, a temptress made to bring him to his knees. A vision of utter seduction. Buried deep in your pussy, you could ask anything and surely heâd grant every one of your desires. âYou.. fucking minx.â He curses as his tip kisses your cervix.
Your hands claw at his chiseled chest as you feel him reach the depths of your cavern.Â
âLord Sukuna! Tâmuch!â Your words come out jumbled and slurred as he begins to thrust into you. His pace slow, painfully so. His face etched with utter concentration as he tries to control his urge to split you open. With each long stroke, you feel every vein as he drags along your walls. Feeling deliciously full as King Sukuna pumps purposefully into your cunt.
âFâŠFaster please my lord..â You whisper shamelessly, his eyebrow quirks up in amusement.
âYou dareâŠorder your king?â He sneers, picking up the pace anyway. His hips stutter as he feels your cunt squeeze around him. Sukuna pulls you up to him, now resting on his heels as his two strong arms hold your back and the others hold your hips in place. Your arms snake around his neck supporting yourself as he pistons into you.
His thrusts become less rhythmic as he nears his breaking point. He grunts louder, his breath quickening.
âYou belong to me⊠fuck⊠you hear me woman? All mine. Mineminemine...â He groans and babbles as he delivers one last thrust, his cock twitching as he paints your walls with his hot sticky seed. Your back arches in his hold as you reach your climax. He watches as your body convulses, melting like putty into his hands. He lowers you back onto the mattress, watching as your chest heaves. He slides his cock out of you, still semi-hard now covered in a mixture of your slick and his cum.
You take in the sight above you: his slightly damp pink hair, tattooed arms now bearing tiny welts from your scratches. And the look on his faceâhis red eyes nearly black from arousal. Gods, you wished you could take a picture, a snapshot burned into your brain for eternity.
He sinks into the space next to you, catching his breath. You are quiet for a moment, mind still reeling from the events that just transpired. Should you stay? Were you meant to just up and leave after? Unease coils in your chest as you sit up, gathering yourself for the short walk to your room before you hear his voice again.
â Where do you think youâre going?â His voice laced with a hint of annoyance. You glance over your shoulder to see him propped up on one of his hands, his gaze dark.
âI thought youâd want me toââ
âYou will stay. You will⊠sleep here with me.â he commands softly, his grip firm yet gentle as he pulls you onto his broad chest. Your ear presses against his pectoral, the strong, steady beat of his heart thrumming through you like a soothing lullaby. You look up at him, his eyes are closed as he rests his hand atop your head.Â
âSleepâŠâ he murmurs, his voice a deep, husky whisper before his soft snores soon rumble in his chest. You close your eyes as well, drifting off as you lay on the man whoâd watch the world burn⊠for you.
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â V!RGIN KILLA! đđ
đžàŸàœČ sum. not only does he think he knows what heâs doing, heâs also a virgin. but thereâs a first time for everything . . . right? choso, nanami, gojo, geto, ino, toji.
warnings. fem! reader, vÄ«rgin men, unprotected, vÄ«rginity loss, whiny needy men, some college themes, fratboy! toji, pĂșssydrunk men, cĆckwarming, cĂ©rvix kissin', cunnÄ«lingus, dry humping, finishing quick, spıt, squÄ«rting, brĂ©eding, petnames, sukuna's part didn't save but i'll make it up </3
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NANAMI KENTO aka the quick learner virgin?!
nanami drools the minute his tip disappears inside of your cunt. he canât help it - at all.
the balmy warmth you provide him while youâre straddling his waist, basically cockwarming him sends him shivers. âgod, âs good,â he groans, tugging at the bottom edge of his spot-patterned tie. nanami could feel the raised pointed tips of his ears burning as his eyes slowly flicker down toward your sopping wet pussy. oh, how itâs just profusely leaking with so much strings of your pretty slick. messily, it glosses a shine between your legs, gleaming with thick molassesâalmost similar to a stream, and yet this stream was instead flowing down between your legs. âmmh.. ride me, s- show me how to feel good, my love.â
âhey. eyes on me, âken,â you whisper, your fragile breaths growing shallow the moment heâs tightly snug balls deep in. with a ringing loud âpop!â you feel him greedily ease his way past the slight loose ring of your entrance and you moan. heâs in so deep, and you canât help but shimmy your hips against his lap. nanami told you how he had little to no experienceâand yet, he wanted to try this out with you. having you ride him until he couldnât think straight. whenever you ran your hands down his carved tone body, a roaring fire would ignite within him. your touch alone sent him chills and he only craved it more. tender fawn-colored eyes that almost resemble honey meet your gaze, and he leans into your touch the moment you cup your hands on his cheeks. slowly, youâre lustfully swaying against his lap back and forth and he groans. âthatâs it, youâre doinâ good, kento. hold my hips.â
âlike . . this?â he hoarsely asks, and hefty hands suddenly cling onto your waist. you moan, nodding as he gently holds them in place, trying to guide your movements. his cock stretched you out in each ân every way, curiously exploring through the gummy walls of every slick orifice. nanamiâs starting to sweat alreadyâand you smile, watching as he sneaks a fat thumb down between your pried open legs. âmngh. . youâre soakinâ all on me. is that normal?â he breathes, and you can see a bit of drool starting to seep down the cracked corners of his lips.
soaking, he could hear the sloppy sounds of your cunt slamming back against his tense thighs and it makes him throb. in zealous sync, you end up throbbing too, and he feels said throb right against the the narrow tip of his cock. âah, y- yeah, âs normal, kento,â you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him. callused fingertips his drag a straight line down your skin as he starts to rock you faster into his needy pelvis.
the stretch makes you whimper - his dickâs so fat, and your pussy swallows all numerous inches every time. over ân over, your ass violently hits back against his lap as you continue to ride him, amorously tossing your swerving hips in a circle. you could see the blondâs eyes starting to grow hooded, and heâs never looked so in love. your cunt had him hungry for more. âlike that, baby?â
âmhm, i like a-anything you do to me, sweetheart,â nanami hoarsely coos, pulling up the back of your hand for a loving kiss. youâre riding him wellâwatching as he slowly cocks his head back, exposing the oval-shaped adamâs apple in his throat. itâs a simple yet sexy detail that makes you pulsate nevertheless, and nanami groans. âf- fuck, i need you. i need more, âm not gonna last, honey if you hah.. keep ridinâ me like that.â
and within a few hasty strokes, nanami starts to get the hang of your rhythm. by the hang, heâs starting to fuck you against his cock now. vast, open hands of his cling onto your waist tight before heâs occasionally spanking your ass. ângh, good girl. thatâs my girl, ugh,â and as youâre whining, nanami pulls you into his neck. the pearly silver band of his flashy watch tickles down your back as he grabs at a nice chunk of your ass, spanking it. âr- ride it like itâs yours, sweetheart. ride it like iâm yours.â
heâs whispering filthy nothing in your earsâtrying to drown out your cute sobbing whimpers and your even louder pussy. nanamiâs cock was deranged - it was reaching through every sensitive spot of yours, wasting no time to introduce itself near the gummy ridges.
âfuck, fuck!â youâd squeal out, gasping once the swollen head of his cock tickles its way near your hidden g-spot. oh, that spot. you couldnât help but get sheepish, a cock drunk smile twisting against your lips. heâs so snug, rearranging your insides while continuing to spank your ass. itâs almost as if he knew what he was doing, and nanami knew how to tame your aching cunt with just a few sloppy strokes. âken, âm close. fuckinâ close.â
âi know, i know. give it tâ me,â he whispers, his voice pitching deeper ân deeper after each sloppy thrust. nanamiâs pumping you full, swallowing thickly to ease the inside of his mouth thatâs parched, akin to the sahara. nanami groans, gingerly making you slam your hips against him harder. âfuck, work those hips sweetheart. show me how messy my pretty girl can be, h- huh?â
youâre whimpering constantly, sounding like nothing more than a broken record as youâre gradually being led to your release. itâs a candied sweet taste in your mouth that never goes away, and once you finally cameâyou were hysterical.
nanami huffs heavily, holding you tight as your hips come to a sudden devastating stop. heâs still buried thick inches deep before he groans, caressing a palm against your tender rear. âhah, thatâs m- my girl,â he coos, feeling you drench a portion of his cock with your slimy slick. itâs warm, and youâre still whining incoherent blurbs as you bury your face into his neck. âwhew, weâll have âta try that again,â and once he plants a wet kiss near your temple, he strokes your chin with a thumb. âbut another position though. if thatâs alright.â
âw- what position?â you tiredly pant, bringing a hand toward your sticky-coated back.
nanami gives your ass its final playful spank before whispering lowly against your lips. âever heard of doggy, my love?â
#GETO SUGURU aka the nasty virgin?!
getoâs a filthy nasty virgin, unashamed. insisting how heâs never experienced something like this before, smugly stating how he âdid his research.â
âlie back, sweetheart,â geto huffed, flipping you right back over on your back. heâd just got done with fucking you round after round for the first time, and it seemed like the word âstaminaâ didnât exist in his vocabulary. one second inside and he already wanted moreâhe was greedy, and it was never enough. as youâre struggling to catch your breath that drags out of your full puffed lungs, you stare up at geto. right away, his dark eyes dart between your legs and the dripping dewy mess that streams between your puffed cunt. âwhat a pretty sight, look at thaaaat,â and geto inches his face between your thighs, staring at frosty-white wads of cum that pour straight out of your full swollen folds.
so much. . you were practically overflowing with ribbons of sticky hot cum ân many more strings of it before he sticks out his tongue. âhah, least i can do is clean my girl, hm?â and you whimper, feeling him spread your legs apart with two hands. âkinda saw this in a video once.â
âs- sugu!â you gasp, your words leisurely turning into moans the second he dives straight into your pussy - nose first.
right as the tip of his tongue creates a frenzied slurping trail that soaks straight your cunt, he gives you the most feral look. his pretty black lashes briefly flap shut as heâs devouring you wholly, jerking his head from side to side. choked, gargled moans continue to steal out from your strained vocal cords as a hand of yours fishes through his matted tresses. âfuck, f- fuck like that, clean it up, baby.â
âmhm,â he smears his entire chin against your cunt, feeling it get doused with your sweet slick almost right away. heâs nasty, lapping up his bittersweet cum that spills out from between your folds like itâs nothing. geto barely even bats an eye, and thatâs when he groans the second you feel a bit of weight dip against the mattress. heâs now humping against the edge of the bed, rocking his slim hips over ân over. âgoddamn, âm so horny still, sweetheart. ây have no idea,â he whimpers shakily, and he grumbles under his breath, shaking his head as a few thin strands of hair gets in the way of his view. âh- hey, be a doll ân tie my hair back for me, yeah?â
as youâre chasing your quick-steady breaths, you grab his ponytail holder from his wrist, neatly putting his raven locks into a messy bun. âgood girl, take such good care of mâmmph.â
geto lowly chuckles against your pussy once you give him a soft push that makes his nose brush up against your clit. your folds were so cute ân runny, filthily oozing with velvety remnants of his warm, pasty cum. âmhh, suguru,â youâd whine, feeling your back continuously arch against the stained white sheets. getoâs got a few loose strands that continue to run down his face, past his browsâmaking him appear to be even more handsome whilst between your legs. each thoroughly slurp gets louder, and thatâs when he starts to loll his tongue out inside of you.
one thing about suguru geto was that he had a long fuckinâ tongue..
it extends fully, and you give his hair a rough tug once the tip of his tongue playfully slithers its way near your twitching sensitive nub. at that moment, you feel a rapid chill race through you and you let off the most shrilling whimper. âah! suguru, fuck, âm sensitive there, donât s- stop,â and as youâre babbling from his lengthy tongue, he starts to purse his lips. they curl up, puckering fully before heâs drinking everything out of you.
itâs a long carnal suck that makes your eyes cross and you feel like your lifeâs flashing before your eyes. splotches of white were all that clouded your vision as your thighs shakeânearly suffocating him with your plush, warm legs. âo- oh, fuck,â youâd mewl, and you knew that incoming pressure from anywhere.
you were close.
geto grunts, savoring your taste entirely. youâre just so sweet that your flavor melts on his tongue and heâs teasingly thrusting his tongue in and out of your sobbing folds. seconds later, thatâs when you shriek. âcâmonnn, give it to me,â and he even brings a hand between your thighs, spanking your precious cunt. âmake a mess on my tongue, wanna see what itâs like,â he groans, his rocking against the edge of the bed intensifying. getoâs famished for more, and his bare cock twitches against the rocky mattress frame as youâre squirming on his tongue. by now, heâs licked you clean, and in return, heâs left with a locked jaw and glimmering wet chin. geto eyes you intently, giving your pussy its final sloppy spank before whispering against your folds. âlet go for me, baby.â
as if on cue, you gush out loudly, feeling every muscle within you snap ân stretch outward. it was as if a crushing weight was lifted from your shouldersâbut in this case, your shoulders were your tummy. âfuuuck!â you whimper out, squeezing your eyes shut as your legs give out.
getoâs mouth was still glued to your sticky slippery cunt as his tongueâs slowed its licks down. you tasted even sweeter, and heâs slurping you right up - softly moaning against your cunt as he reaches to touch himself. getoâs tongueâs constant movements scratch such an itch in your brain, making you let off a cute gasp. âughh, s- suguru,â you whimper, feeling your thighs still shiver.
your tummy heaves in and out repeatedly, and you glance down at geto whoâs got the sleaziest grin. ât- thought you said you didnât know what you were . . hah, doing.â
âoh, baby i donât,â geto rasps, sitting up from between your legs. he closes the distance between you both, pressing a steamy hot kiss against your quivering plump lips. you moan, getting a brief taste of yourself on his hot tongue before he playfully bites near your bottom lip. âmy research helped me a lot,â and you moan the second you feel him give your sloppy cunt a big squeeze with his palm. âbut . . i didnât know my girl was a squirter. think weâll have to do that again,â geto licks underneath your chin. âyâknow, for research purposes.â
#GOJO SATORU aka the loser virgin?!
âyeah, yeah,â satoru would stubbornly grumble, cutting you off mid-sentence and rolling his eyes. his leaky tip remains idle, aligning itself against your soddened entrance before he puffs. phew, you were so pretty up closeâespecially down there. satoru couldnât help but stare, openly admiring just how slick ân soaked you were.
just weeping from both off folds, the entirety of your entrance being coated in nothing but perspiring wetness. satoru swears on his life he knows what heâs doing, but the second the globed head of his cock smears a line down the wet slope of your cunt - he folds.
with a shaky, needy breath, he whines. âgod, why are you so fuckinâ wet, baby. âs this supposed to happen?â
âyes, âtoru,â you reassure him, sprawling your legs out a bit more. satoruâs panting, watching as you bring two sets of fingers toward your pretty pussy. with a slightly wide âvâ shape, youâre spreading yourself apart and heâs gawking straight between your legs. fuck, you were so soaked that you were starting to drip near the inner crevices of your thighs. you were playing with yourself earlier before he told you how he wanted to try going inside for the first time. but now that heâs up closeâsatoru canât help but be a bit flustered. âcâmere, donât be shy,â and you nearly moan, trailing the print of your thumb down your syrupy-coated slit. âshe doesnât bite.â
satoru scoffs, but he inches closer. so wet, his cock that was being fisted in the palm of his hand was throbbing hard. pulse after fucking pulse, a lightning-shaped vein races down the center of his hand before he groans at how hard youâre making him. ângh, baby,â and he nearly loses it the second he struggles to align himself. he feels so hot, fuzzy cotton stuffing in his ears once his tip slowly rubs itself in between your drooling flaps. satoru snaps out of it, clearing his throat before puffing out his chest in an attempt to maintain his known ego. âheh- i mean uh- letâs show ya how âthe strongestâ fucks.â
and apparently, âthe strongestâ didnât really know what he was doing after all.
because heâs barely halfway in when heâs cumming - heavily.
emphasis on barely, and satoru lets out a sweet needy whine the second heâs shooting thin milky ropes into you. thick, stringy ribbons of cum envelope inside your pussy with warmth right away. âf- fuck, dammit,â heâd grunt, burying his face into the crook of your neck. satoruâs beefy body presses right up against yours, and heâs shivering at the feeling. itâs unlike any feeling heâs ever felt, and you giggle the second you hear him loudly sigh. âugh, that wasnât supposed âta happen.â
âthought you knew what you were doinâ, baby,â you cheekily reply, a few beads of sweat racing down the left side of your forehead. satoru sits up, leaning into your ginger embracesâyour palm cupping his temple. heâs pouting, an unsatisfied pout extending across each side of his lips.
âi- i doo,â he whines, feeling his thighs starting to heat up near the undersides. satoru clenches his teeth, groaning once you gradually wrap your legs around his slim waist. heâs hot, and youâve got him wrapped around your pretty âlil finger.
wide, crystal blue eyes meet your gaze before satoru exhales into your neck. âmnh, let me try again, baby,â and right as you rub your ankle down his tense back muscles, he gruffs. snowy flapping lashes of his shut tight before he wraps a hand around his lanky cock. âpleasee, câmon baby. lemme prove myself. iâll get it this time for real.â
a smile marinates its way against your features as you hum, rubbing a thumb down his sensitive undercut. for a second, you could have sworn you heard satoru purr as he leaned into your touch. you almost forgot how much of a tender spot that was for him. cute.
âokay, go âhead,â and both of your thighs were practically sticking together. such amounts of his seed glue against your thighsâalmost like it was some kind of clingy adhesive. satoru pulls out for a moment, eager to get a look at the sloppy mess and oh.. it was a lot - he came a lot, and satoru couldnât help but stare at the luminous streams of cum that teared down your polished cunt.
itâs sloppy. satoruâs eyes widen once he feels his tip glide its way against your cervix. right near your g-spot - itâs fuckinâ bumpy, and he feels your legs eagerly twitch the minute his dick slides its way near a spongy area. youâre moaning, laid back before satoru starts to whine.
he canât help but whimper, softly smacking his swollen tip on your entrance. satoru had no idea what to do next, but he just wanted to play with your pretty pussy some more. the loud echoey smacks from his dick onto your folds make his ears ringâŠpap after pap and heâs pronounced feral. but thatâs right when you hear him sniffle, literally getting lost in your pussy the second he feels your cute pulse on his round, mushroomy tip.
as you wrap your arms around him, hearing him whine once you rub a thumb down his undercut, feeling him awkwardly trying to align himself again with a bashful needy grin.
âtoru, are you cryinâ?â
#CHOSO KAMO aka the virgin who barely lasts?!
âo- oh, fuckk,â heâd whine, twinkling eyes widening the second heâs watching your tummy cave in from behind. youâre so pretty like this, bent over, sprawled all out on all fours. chosoâs stiffly still at first, and heâs very awkward with his hands. bulged, umber-colored eyes bore into your backside, gazing at your skin. stunning, choso grunts as he pistons his hips, glancing at the sunlight that radiates off a shiny part of your spine.
in chosoâs eyes, youâre breathing pretty - art, and with the way your skin glimmers in the sun, you looked like a rare painting. âbaby, youâre so warm inside.â
âmhm, donât stop âcho,â you moan in response, feeling your loose jaw start to droop allll the way down. you nibble near the inside of your gummy cheek, gasping at just how big he is. his cock was huge, and it didnât take him long at all to fit nice ân snug. its a semi-tight fit that makes your mouth start to water from the inside and you whine. âfuuck, âs okay, choso,â and he feels you wriggling your ass against him. chosoâs eyes dart towards your bouncy rear and he huffs. âspank it.â
a shuddering breath leaves from chosoâs pink parted lips before he lowly rasps. âyeah?â and you felt yourself throb, feeling him press himself all up against you. now, chosoâs gently hovering his weight over your back whilst heâs still presenting you with passionate deep strokes. slowly but surelyâheâs getting the hang of it, rummaging through your fleshy clingy insides with each punctuating hit. chosoâs gruff heavy breaths fan down your neck before he moans, creeping a hand toward your ass. âi can spank you, baby?â
âmmh,â you whimper in response, hearing the salaciously wanton squelches of your cunt help out louder. saying that you were wet was a mere understatement, you were pouring all down his dick with your slick. choso could feel the wetted mess trail between your legs, coating the front of his thighs entirely with your viscid sap. heâs heard about intimacy but it was an entirely different thing to experience it firsthand. âspank me, choso. âs okay, you can be a âlil rough.â
â âkay,â he huffs, and you let off a soft squeal the second his palm sharply swats against your ass. oh, he liked that. the way your rear recoiled, pretty skin bouncing quickly for a few secondsâall from a small whacking hit. the brief sting made your cunt pulse sporadically as he was still drilling into you. pump after pump, choso turns pussy drunk within seconds. âhah, youâre so fuckinâ hot,â he whines, tracing a hand down the pretty curvature of your ass. his fingers dance down every juncture, and itâs almost heart-shaped. âbaby, youâre makinâ me feel soâfuck.â
choso gets cut off from his words the moment he feels his dick throb between your soddened cunt. youâre wringing him dry, all while your head is cutely smushed up against your pillow. chosoâs speed quickly starts to get relentless, and after a while, heâs starting to understand the human body just a bit more. âah, choso. fuck me, fuck!â youâd whimper, a curling sensation arising within your toes right as he slams his way into your cervix.
itâs a direct hit, a k.o. as some would might sayâand itâs almost as if youâve got stars ân imaginary birds flying over your head like a cartoon because chosoâs dick had you stupid.
âsomethinâs c- cominâ,â he moans, slightly lifting your leg to get a better view. itâs probably been a few minutes and chosoâs already panting like a dog. heâs feral - softly planting a stripe of wet kisses down your neck as heâs buried balls deep. âugh, baby. âm gonna cum, gonna cum, ngh.â
âinside, âcho. âs okay,â you whine, feeling his pace grow more relentless and sloppy. chosoâs gripping your waist tightly, his bottom lip quivering as heâs feeling a sudden rush overtake his entire body. youâre perfect - he wanted to keep you like this forever, plug you full and keep you warm. you could hear his rough, heavy pants from behind you until he finally came.
whitish thick ribbons pour into you all at once, shooting deep into your womb.
itâs hot - physically and literally.
youâre arched over for him like a bridge and heâs whimpering, furrowing his darkened brows with a pout as choso slowly starts to flood your cunt. globs of sleek strings spray inside your gripping cunt as he gradually pulls out, openly watching as youâre moaning. the feeling of your walls wrapping around his cock had him feeling fuzzy. âm- mhm, choso,â youâd mewl out, hearing him cutely gasp once your cunt sloshes loudly, spitting out thin clumps of his cum. â âm so full.â
âhah- ân youâre gonna get even fuller, baby,â he huffs, a pout still glossing over his slickly-wet lips as he stares at your pussy. itâs pretty like this, he thinks. from top to bottomâyouâre stuffed full of his gooey hot cum, so much to where itâs shamelessly oozing out of your puffed slit, racing down your numb jittery thighs. you moan, feeling choso drag a thumb down your sobbing, slobbering slit before popping his thumb into his mouth, licking his mess right off his finger.
choso moans at the taste before pouting. ânot done, one more round,â and as he glides his tongue across his digit, choso gives your cunt a soft spank before groaning, softly pushing your knees to your chest.
â âm still hungry.â
#TOJI FUSHIGURO aka the virgin who gets humbled?!
âheh. do yâr worst, baby,â toji would snicker, bringing a spank to your ass as he leans back against the couch. lazily, heâs slouching with a half-filled can of cheap beer in his hand. heâs smug, and not only was he smug but he was also virgin - the cockiest.
itâs funny because toji didnât know what the fuck he was doingâŠhowever, he was more than willing for you to âshow himâ how to feel good.
of courseâheâs haughty that you wonât be able to take him, but itâs much to be expected for a pompous fratboy. âmmh, goddamn,â heâd grunt, peering down at your glossed weeping pussy. itâs wet, and as you straddle him, toji squeezes the energy drink in his hand. âslow, baby s- slow.â
with a cooing whisper, you sprinkle a few kisses near the inside of his neck. âslower, toji? but youâre the one who kept rushinâ me,â you tease, and from your peripherals, you can see his jaw tensing. fuck, the moment your cunt starts to ease down on his length in a gradually paced manner, toji groans. itâs a low husky groan - the groan where heâs already tossing his head back.
âyâr beinâ a brat,â he snarls, sliding an arm around your waist. your pussy was hypnotic - and you wearing one of his oversized jade-colored frat hoodies only made things ten times worse. you looked so pretty, and he couldnât help but trail his hooded eyes down your body, stopping at the hem of your waist and right near your ass. âfuck- slow, baby. âm damn sensitive,â and you watch the sly smirk that was once plastered on his scarred lips slowly starting to fade. tojiâs getting more ân more pussy drunk, and he knows it too. âmhh, like that. fuck me good.â
âyou talk too much,â you teasingly grip his chin, watching as his leafy verdant eyes gaze into yours. heâs hard - and not only is he hard but heâs insanely sensitive. toji scoffs, but that soon disappears the moment your hips start to move. âhnghh,â you suck in a brisk breath, eyes nearly widening once you start to feel the gaping, lewd stretch. his cock was long ân tallâmerrily expanding through your cunt within each thick inch.
one thrust - just one fuckinâ thrust and that was all it took for you to nearly break. heâs huge, and you whimper the second you feel his plump swollen sack kiss near the undersides of your bare ass. âoh yeah? make me shut up then.â
famous last words.
because even though tojiâs all talk, he gets humbled right away the minute you change him as a person entirely all from your sweet, mesmerizing cunt. toji leans back, groaning gruffly against your ear as faint gurgled whines depart from his throat. youâre riding him good, shutting him with your pussyâhumbling him with your hips. oh, youâre just riding him into complete oblivion. toji was left speechless, and instead of you moaning his name, he was moaning yours.
ângh, fuck. god, âs good donât fuckinâ stop workinâ those hips, s- shit,â heâd huskily snarl, squeezing the plastic can within his palm, crushing its shape. tojiâs cologne scent was loud, and it completely rubbed off against your skin as you moaned. you were grinding against him back ân forth, whining continuously before milliseconds passed by and youâre now starting to feel your stomach churn churn churn.
each eye rolling, toe-curling feeling that twists in the depths of your insides due to his cock makes you sob out moan after moan. you try to silence yourself by sneaking a few needy kisses near tojiâs scarred lip. he grunts with a clenched jaw, returning the gesture with a hand glued to your ass.
it moves like water - toji was always an ass man, and now that he was finally living the dream, he spanked you again, and again, and again.
the jiggle against his palm makes his dick throb, and you feel it right inside of your cunt. âdoinâ okay, toji?â you tease breathlessly, watching as a shiny string of saliva tears away from both lips. you felt him squeeze his way wholly inside of your fleshy entrance, ploddingly and sloppily thrusting in and out.
âtch. less talkinâ more ridinâoh fuck,â heâd gruff, his shoulders slackening as you sensually rutted your hips further into him. god, you were teasing him so much and your wet, filthy cunt was to blame. he wanted more, more more. the way you moved in such a relentless manner drove toji crazy and he was starting to think maybe the two of you were just more than roommates. your pussy had that kind of power, and itâs not even seconds later before tojiâs about to cum.
but surprisingly, he ends up lifting you with burly arms, pulling out with a speed equivalent to the flash. he moans, staring at his leaking reddened tip thatâs dribbling from the slit with sticky droplets of warm cum. heâs heaving, staring back at your sparkly-coated cunt before he makes you recline back against the couch.
âf- fuck, âs much. lie back, baby. l- lie back for me,â and once you do, he merely pounces on you. toji exhales out a deep, heavy sigh before aligning his swollen tip near your dripping cunt. âgod, look at âer,â he grunts, and you could hear the tremor in his voice as heâs spraying his seed on the outer part of your wetted entrance. itâs long, striped stripes of ivory ropes that paint your bare tender clit and he licks his lips at the filthy sight. âhah, so fuckinâ hot. milkinâ me like that, f- fuck.â
âyou came pretty quick, toji,â you jibe, spreading your sopping cunt lips apart so he could play between your legs some more. with a loud âthwackâ, toji smacks his swollen tip against your pussy, smearing his blushing crownhead up ân down your stained crying slit. itâs so messy, and you watch as his tongue briefly sticks out between his ruby lips.
âletâs not talk âbout that,â toji grumps, and you moan the second heâs re-aligning himself. his fat girth was ready to introduce itself yet again to your swollen insides. tojiâs still panting, and you can see how flustered he was because heâs visibly pouting. âf- fuck, i . . i need a minute,â and he pulls back out, slouching back against the couch. you crawl over toward him and within a split second he wraps an arm around you.
yeah, heâs obsessed.
âgive me . . a minute,â he huffs, his chiseled abs flexing through his grey dingy tank. toji pulls you into his beefy hardened pecs before staring down at you, and your eyes widen once he kisses the top of your forehead. ânext time, âm gonna last ten- no, thirteen rounds.â
âsureee thing, big guy.â
spoiler - he doesnât.
#INO TAKUMA aka the virgin whoâŠfalls in love?!
ino who moans out a sweet gasping, âf- fuuck me,â the second heâs easing his way inside of you for the first time. his dick feels soft for a second, tenderly assuaging through your insides before he whimpers at the new feeling. inoâs heavily panting out short breaths, staring at your bare exposed body that prettily sits underneath him before he moans. â âm not hurtinâ you, right, angel?â
âno, no. âm fine, ino,â you let off a soft sigh, the lower parts of your legs snaking around his waist. ino grunts, going as slow as he can. heâs barely even a few inches in and heâs already sweating profusely. âeasyy, thatâs it, baby,â you reassure him with labored breaths, staring into his droopy hooded eyes. inoâs beanie was on the verge of sliding off the side of his head before he sucks his teeth at your gripping warmth. âhold my hand, here,â and you could feel his body shudder the moment you intertwine your fingers against his.
heâs big, and he knows it. ino scrunches his dark brows into a furrow, trying his best to blindly navigate his way inside of your cunt. right away, youâre clenching around him tight, locking your unstable legs around his waist before hearing him let off a sweet whimper.
âugh, you feel so good, so good,â and within each wet-sounding thrust, his words start to pitch. it gets lower ân lower, raspy and husky. inoâs skin starts to glue against you thanks to the splotches of sweat dampening against each other before he huffs. âtell me it's too much, nghâfuck,â and his eyes soften the moment you cup his face. âs- sorryy, am i talkinâ too much?â
â âs okay, ino,â you inhale, and his pace starts to get quicker. vast, thorough thrusts make you feel every inch. his frantic rhythm rocks into you steadily, causing the bed to constantly wail out pathetic whiney creaks. you brush a thumb across the side of his cheek before moaning, feeling his tip zigzag its way across your sensitive g-spot. âah! right there, ino. there, baby t- thereee.â
âthere, oh- okay,â he tries to take note, studying your bodyâs movements. into felt his cock twitch at your reaction. so cute. youâd clench around him tight before arching your back, dragging your nails down his soft skin. inoâs stretching you out to the very limit, plummeting his dick into you over and over until youâre seeing nothing but cloudy blobs of white. you hadnât even realized your eyes were lulling near the back of your head before he cheekily pointed it out. âheh, you look kinda silly like this pretty girl.â
you shoot him a playful glare whilst heâs still driving himself into your mid-thrust and ino sheepishly snickers. âsorry, sorry,â and with a sticky smooch, he brings his lips up against yours. inoâs pace starts to pick up more and more, championing his chiseled askew hips into you. âah, i think âm gonna cum though, shitshitshit,â and as heâs rambling, ino starts to feel his hips into you quicker. âhah, lovie- tell me what âta do. where do i f- finish,â heâd huff breathlessly, sliding his scarred hands near the sides of your waist. âtell me, pretty.â
âinside, baby,â you whisper against the shell of his ear. inoâs eyes widen - darkening, and he groans. the way you talked to him so sweet in his ear, even licking against the outer lobe makes him shiver. youâre a tease, and he only wanted more. ino wanted more . . of you. âwanâ you inside.â
âsay it again,â he shakily whines against your neck, nipping a few invisible kisses near the juncture of your exposed collarbone. you tasted sweet, and inoâs mind spun cogwheels throughout each second heâs spent buried inside of you. âtalk âta me in that pretty voice- wanna hear you again. p- please.â
with a sobbing mewl from the brief twinges that slowly form into pleasureâyou repeat yourself in a desperate mewling cry of, âinside, ino. please, f- fuck me,â and oh- if you saw the look on his face. his heartâs pounding as heâs mercilessly driving his hips into you at full fuckinâ throttle.
inoâs groaning into your neck, feeling his body growing limp before a lengthy multitude of seconds goes by and heâs cumming, hard.
itâs a thin hefty load - runny, stringy ribbons of feverish hot cum that splatters deep inside of you.
ino melts like a puddle into your embrace as you wrap your arms around him. âfuuuck, i lo-â he pauses, getting silenced by a shattering breath. your pussyâs got him secured on a leash, and heâs groaning once he hears himself pour such slimy amounts way into your womb. it sprays everywhere, painting inside and out.
ino kisses his teeth sharply, pressing one more kiss near the tip of your nose before moaning. âh- heh, think i love you, angel,â and you moan, feeling him slowly raise your leg, tossing it over your shoulder.
a hand of his creeps between your gloss-coated, gooey legs that practically stuck together before he pulls out midway, smearing a palm against your stuffed pussy. â ân i love her especially, s- so much.â
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Be Patient | Azriel x Reader
summary: After the mating bond snaps, Azriel follows you to the Day Court, where he spends seven days patiently longing after you.
warnings: fluff, mild angst bc of Az pining and lowkey being a menace in day court and reader being a little dense, also this is really long, 11K, my longest one shot ever...
note: This is a part two to Be Safe but can be read as a stand alone too. Huge shoutout to @stormhearty , @daycourtofficial & @thecrowesnest13 & the sweet overexcited anon who helped me with this! This is set pre-ACOTAR events and I realized my mistake in naming Helion as High Lord because I think he became High Lord UTM? so for this fic's sake, let's just assume he was already High Lord..
Mate.Â
The realization crashes over Azriel like a tidal wave. Itâs almost suffocating. Mine, the bond in his chest roars. Protect. The emotions swell, fueled by his shadows whispering and urging him on to go and keep you safe. Because who better to do so than him?
Before he knows it, heâs following you into Day Court, his shadows swallowing his form until Morâs and Cassianâs laughter are distant echoes.
Piercing violet eyes greet him as soon as he steps out from his shadows, blocking his view. Itâs almost as if he had been expecting Azriel. Talons rake across the shields of his mind and Azriel reluctantly lets him in. Go back, Rhysand asserts, holding the shadowsingerâs gaze.
I canât, he nearly growls in his mind.Â
The thought of leaving you, not being by your side is insufferable. Itâs this very thought that has some of his shadows dancing toward you, the shadow curled around his ear whispering to him about your whereabouts. You stand, a couple of feet away, speaking with Helion. Youâre completely oblivious to the two Illyrian males glaring at one another.
What do you mean you canât? Rhysand doesnât even attempt to hide the irritation in his tone.
Azriel then shows Rhysand what happened just moments ago. The mating bond snapping into place right as you were winnowing away. He leaves out the part where Cassian and Mor had been teasing him but he suspects Rhysand was aware of that.
Rhysand lets out a sigh, running a hand down the length of his face. What appears to be exhaustion tears through his features before he leans in toward the taller male. âReally?â He whispers in an exasperated hush. âRight now?
Azriel falters with a huff, his head following the direction his shadows had gone. Itâs only when his gaze lands on you that it softens. âYou say it like I had a choice.âÂ
But boy is he glad it is you.
âFine,â Rhysand sighs after a long moment of silence. He knows he canât do anything about it, the determination in the Shadowsingerâs eyes burning bright. Heâd fear going against the Cauldron if he did. âYou can stay. Butââ he lifts a jewel adorned finger in warningââyou distract herââ
Azrielâs head turns back to Rhysand and thereâs a frown on his face. âI donât distract her.â
âPlease,â Rhysand chuckles in disbelief. âListen, Iâm happy for you. Truly. But we didnât come all this way for nothing and I need her to be able to focus. She canât even think properly around you and if she finds out youâre herââ
âShe thinks about me?â
Rhysand shuts his mouth with a withering stare.
Azrielâs shadows are then whispering madly, coercing him to turn his attention back to you. Youâre giggling and smiling at Helion, cheeks flushed with a blush. Azriel flushes too but for an entirely different reason. Helion has your hand in his, amber eyes holding you captive, as heâs slowly lifting it up to his lips.Â
Shadows are coiling softly around your wrist and before Helion can kiss your hand, your hand is being pulled away from his. Helionâs brows furrow, hand falling to his side as one lone shadow floats in front of him. He is not fluent in shadows but the way it writhes at him gives one clear message. Â
âOh, hi!â
Azriel watches, taking note of the small fond smile that forms on your face as you recognize the dark tendrils wrapped around your arm. Your eyes find him almost immediately and then youâre walking toward him.  Â
âAzriel, what are you doing here?â
âShadowsinger,â Helion purrs in greeting, a pleased smirk on his face that grows at Azrielâs indifferent nod. âI was not aware you were coming too.â
Rhysand places a hand on Azrielâs shoulder, his fingers digging into the soft, black leather. Donât say anything. Rhysand warns in his mind. Weâll talk somewhere else.
Rhysand forces a charming smile onto his face and Helionâs eyes flicker with interest. âI apologize for the short notice but Azriel is here to⊠escort y/n.â
âEscort?â
Both you and Helion say in unison. Though Helionâs tone carries mirth, yours carries shock. Confusion clouds your features, worry flickering in your wide eyes. Rhysand mustâve eased your mind, for Azriel feels the tension leave your muscles shortly afterwards. Still, you inch closer to him, as if seeking the comfort of his presence. He instinctively mirrors your movement, the blue siphons on his leathers brushing against your arm and gleaming in response.
 âYou offend me, Rhys. Iâve welcomed you to my court with no ill intention.â Helion chides, though his voice is light with humor.
ây/n here is just very precious to us,â Rhysand says, choosing his words carefully. âI hope you can understand.â
Azrielâs shadows whisper the details of the scene around him, noting the apologetic look Rhysand sends to Helion. The High Lord of Day chuckles, but Azrielâs focus remains steadfastly on you. You turn to him with a questioning smile and he returns your smile, the warmth in his hazel eyes answering your unspoken question.
âI can see why,â comes Helionâs response, gaze lingering on you with an appreciative gleam.
Azrielâs head whips fast toward the High Lord of the Day Court and another sigh escapes Rhysand.
**
âSeven days. Thatâs all I ask.â
âThatâs seven days too long, Rhys.â
Rhysand falters back, appalled by those words. He lets out a small laugh. âToo long? Seven days is too long but a whole century wasnât?â
âIt hasnât been a century,â Azriel hisses and Rhysand raises his brows. âItâs been eighty nine years. Besides, itâs different now.â
Youâre his mate now. Â
The mating bond had snapped into place with such force that he was still reeling from its impact. It was as if every emotion of his was amplified, sending a startling quiver through those golden threads in his chest. Jealousy jerked the most. Itâs why every few seconds, his gaze flickered towards the hall you had disappeared into with the High Lord known for his scandalous appetites. One of his shadows had stayed with you and though he knew it would come back if Helion tried anything, it did nothing to ease him. He should be beside you right now. Not beside Rhysand, who seemed keen on keeping you from him.
âYou saw the way she looked at you when you arrived.â
Azriel turned back to Rhysand, that image of you reappearing in his mind from Rhysandâs perspective. Surprise had flickered across your features, but like a passing storm cloud, it swiftly gave way to brightness. Your eyes sparkled, your lips curved into a fond smile. Without hesitation, you left Helion's side, drawn instinctively toward Azriel. It was as if nothing else mattered but him, as if there was no one else in the world but you two.
The bond in his chest sings in delight because overriding all other emotions swirling madly around, there is love.
Azriel had loved you long before the bondâs sudden manifestation. His feelings had grown silently over the years, nurtured through shared moments and unspoken gestures. He knew he had to confess his feelings to youâsomething that had been eating at him for years. Eighty nine years to be exact, as he pointed out just a moment ago.
But fear always held him back.
Fear that he had mistaken your kindness for something more. Fear that he would ruin the decades of friendship you two had built. Fear that you loved him but not enough to see past his scars.
He realizes now how ridiculous those fears sound.
The kindness you harbored for him was not the same kindness you showed others. Your friendship was strong and precious, something he would fiercely protect no matter what. Your hand always sought his, never showing disgust towards the marred roughness of his own. You had even dedicated so much of your time to researching Prythianâs herbs and treatment for burns, working with Madja to make a special concoctionâa soothing balm to alleviate the inevitable pains.Â
By the Mother, he was a fool and it took the bond snapping into place to realize it.
âYes. You both are.â
Now, the golden threads in his chest urged him to confess, to bridge that small lingering distance between youâ
âBut you canât. Not now.â
âGet out of my head,â Azriel snaps, glaring at his brother.
âWell, I canât help it if youâre thinking so loudly,â Rhysand replies, a touch defensively. âLook, y/n has been looking forward to this trip so much. If you tell her about the bond, it will consume her every thought and cloud that brilliant mind of hers. I know this is selfish of me but I need her to be focused and you to be patient.â
Azrielâs glare wavers. He knows how much this trip means to you. It was the first time Rhysand was entrusting a task upon you outside of the Night Courtâs borders. Getting to see the magnificent library of the Day Court was also all your bibliophile heart could talk about. His desire to protect you and respect your focus battled fiercely with his yearning to tell you about the bond.
âSeven days?â
âSeven days,â Rhysand confirms, the tension easing from his face. âThen, sheâs all yours. Just be patient.â
Azriel scoffs. âIâll be so patient.â
But as they both join you and Helion for dinner, something tells Rhysand that this is going to be a long week.
**
Helion had hosted an extravagant feast for you all last night, even bringing out his finest, aged whiskey to celebrate. He had toasted it to Azriel, the surprise guest, with a cheeky wink. When his flirtatious efforts went ignored, Helion had turned his affections toward you. A notion that left Azriel seething and Rhysand on guard.
After dinner, Helion had given you a brief tour of the palace and introduced you to the fae you encountered along the way. To Azrielâs relief, the room heâd be staying in was right across from yours. His shadows had eagerly scouted the halls and both your rooms, becoming attuned to every creak and sound as an extra measure of safety. They fell asleep before he did and were the ones to wake him up when they heard you shuffling around your room.
As Azriel laces his leathers, the dark tendrils rush toward his door, peeking out underneath. It seems they are just as eager as he is to see you.
âGood morning!â You chirp happily, practically buzzing with excitement as you greet him at his door. âDid you sleep well?â
âYes.â A lie. Your joy is so contagious itâs easy to mask his exhaustion, his smile matching yours. âDid you?âÂ
He had, in fact, not slept well.
How could he when his anxiety began to gnaw at him? Because what if you grew tired of waiting for him within these seven days and gave into Helionâs charm? Each time he closed his eyes, his mind flashed with images of you reciprocating Helionâs advances, and sneaking off into his chambers in the middle of the night...
You give a noncommittal hum in response, pulling him out of his inner turmoil and bring him back to you.
 âIâm really glad youâre here, Az.â
Azrielâs shadows mirror your enthusiasm. A faint blush takes over his cheeks as you grasp his hand to tug him along with you. âRhys has private business to attend to with Helion and I did not want to do this alone,â you say, waving your bucket list in the air with your free hand.
Of course, you had a list of things youâd like to do in Day. It instilled another fear into Azriel because what if you fell in love with Day and refused to go back to Night? He eyes all the bullet points on that list of yours and refuses to let himself make that fear come true.
Anything you loved here, he would make sure to remind you that the Night Court could do better.
âAnd who better to spend the day with than my loyal shadowsinger, right?â You remark with a playful glint in your eye.
âRight,â Azriel replies and thereâs a brightness in his heart at your words. My loyal shadowsinger. His shadows dance in agreement.
But there is one thing the Night Court canât replicate, a truth he reluctantly acknowledges as you both step outside into the warmth of the sun.Â
A radiant smile breaks out on your face as you bask in the bright sunlight. Its golden glow kisses your skin, highlighting every feature he adores.
His leathers are not meant for this type of weather. He can feel himself growing hot, his shadows already endlessly working to keep him cool. Though you were dressed in something lighter than him, a pale blue dress, some of them flit toward you to do the same.
Azriel allows you to pull him along, savoring the feel of your hand in his. The cobblestone streets of the Day Courtâs market are narrow, flanked by vibrant stalls and lively vendors. He tucks his wings tightly against his back to avoid brushing against the bustling crowd. His grip on your hand is firm. He tells himself itâs to ensure he doesnât lose you amidst the sea of fae, but deep down, he has no intention of ever letting go.
Your first stop is a quaint little shop that, according to your research, sells the best espresso in Prythian. Azriel prefers his coffee black but you convince him to try Dayâs specialty, a honey lavender latte.Â
You watch him, awaiting his response.
âI hate it,â he tells you, though itâs surprisingly good. Really good. âVelaris has better coffee.â
You take your drink back with a shrug as you head to your next stop. The flower market. As you stroll through the market stalls, you point out a cluster of flowers, your voice tinged with excitement as you describe their origins and meanings. Youâre like a living encyclopedia and Azriel has always admired this about you. He asks you more questions, even if he already has the answers. Just so that he can see the light in your eyes dance with every word you speak.
A beautiful pink blossom catches his eyes as heâs read about it before, already familiar with its meaning. An idea sparks into his mind. Maybe, if he starts dropping hints, itâd make his impending confession go smoother. He tugs on your hand gently. âAnd this one?â
âItâs a pink camelia. A symbol of love, adoration and longing.â
He tosses a coin to the merchant and then picks the prettiest pink camelia among the bunch. He tucks it behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. The shadows that cling to him, hiding from the sun, peek out from above his shoulders, stirring in anticipation as you look up at Azriel and smile.
ây/n, Iââ
His words hang in the air, the tendrils too distracted by you to notice the merchant approaching. Suddenly, a hand appears between you both, golden bracelets dangling before your eyes. âA pretty bracelet for the pretty lady?â the fae male asks. âTheyâre one of a kind!â
Your eyes widen as you take in the shimmering jewelry. âHow much?â
âTen coins,â the merchant replies, but as his eyes roam over you, he adds, âBut for you, five.â
âOkay,â you agree, not having the heart to say no.
You reach for one of the gold bracelets, its chain holding a gleaming sun made of amber in the center. Before you can even open your coin purse, Azriel shoves ten coins into the merchantâs awaiting hand, his glare sending the man skittering away.
âThank you,â you say to Azriel, struggling to clasp the bracelet around your wrist. Azriel gestures for you to let him help, and you do, watching the subtle furrow of his brow as he fastens the hook. âBut why did you give him ten coins? He said fiveâŠâ
âI didnât,â Azriel lies smoothly for the second time this morning, and when your eyes narrow in suspicion, he simply smiles and tilts his head toward the right. âShouldnât we be heading to the art gallery if we want to make it to the water fountain show in time?â
That gets you going.
Your hold on his hand tightens as you lead the way to the art gallery. There, youâre captivated by the various amounts of artwork from Day, one of them being a very detailed and very naked sculpture of Helion. Azriel canât help but remind you of the beauty of the Rainbow of Velaris, tugging you along, using the water fountain show as an excuse to get you to leave quicker.Â
Afterwards, you visit a bookstore and many other stores, discovering that the bracelet on your wrist was not one-of-a-kind. They are available in various stores, each offering different variations. Instead of feeling disappointed, you find one specially for Azriel. Its chain is silver, adorned with a glimmering moon made from moonstone, a perfect complement to your amber sun.
By the time you both return to the palace, the sky is painted with hues of twilight, signaling itâs almost dinner time.Â
âThank you for helping me carry all my stuff,â you say with a sheepish grin, glancing at the bags scattered on your floor, most of them filled with gifts for the rest of the inner circle members since they couldnât come along.
âOf course,â Azriel replies with a soft smile, his eyes warm. He had refused to let you lift a finger.
Standing on your tip-toes, you aim to kiss his cheek but underestimate the height difference, your lips landing on his jaw instead. The touch has the same effect. Azriel blushes, his wings twitching slightly, and his shadows snicker behind him. He hopes you can't hear them.
âAre you sureââ he clears his throat ââare you sure you donât need help packing them up too?â
Your eyes light up and then youâre pulling him into your room. Unfortunately, no more kisses came from that. However, the shared smiles and easy conversation made it all worth it.
Be patient, he reminds himself. But he can't help but think of the golden threads unraveling in his chest, giving them an experimental tug. Thereâs no response, yet he hopes that yours will entwine with his any day now, binding you together forever.
**
As the golden, morning light of the Day Court bathes the grand hall, Azriel waits for you to enter the place where you'd have breakfast together. When he hears your approaching footsteps, he turns.
Suddenly, he finds himself unable to think. Unable to breathe, even. Â
 You were beautiful. He was well aware of this, always has been. But today, you were absolutely stunning, like a goddess descended from the heavens.Â
The dress you wore was different from your usual Night court dresses and though it screamed Day court fashion, Azriel couldnât bring himself to care. The delicate ivory, flowing fabric draped elegantly over your body. His eyes trace every detail of the dress, from the plunging neckline to the high slits that reveal the soft and inviting skin of your legs. Thereâs a tightness in his throat when he catches a glimpse of the gold garter adorning your thigh.
âGood morning,â you greet him with a smile, a hint of shyness in your eyes despite the boldness of the dress.
"Morning," he barely manages to say.
âGood morning indeed,â Helion purrs as he appears behind you, Rhysand at his side.
Azriel, captivated by your beauty, barely registered the expression on Helion's face. Meanwhile, his shadows moved with a protective instinct, delicately brushing against your legs as if to shield you from Helion's lingering gaze.Â
As you approach him, Azriel's heart continues to hammer against his chest. He musters up a smile. Though small, itâs full of admiration and awe.Â
Helion chuckles. âMy oh my, Rhysand. I did not know your Shadowsinger was capable of smiling.â
Rhysand lets out an amused exhale. His tone is light but it carries a subtle warning. âHeâs capable of many things, including patience.â
A muscle feathers in Azrielâs jaw as he falls into step with you. He doesnât notice the small frown that takes over your features. âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine,â he says, voice sweet despite the slightly sour expression on his face.
You shake your head in protest. âYou look all hot and bothered.â
Azriel chokes on his spit. âExcuse me?â
âYouâre already sweating,â you explain to him, reaching up with your free hand to brush his dark curls away from his forehead. His wings flutter in response to the surprise touch. âAnd itâs barely morning. Come on, youâre not wearing those leathers today. Iâm sure Helion left some clothes for you too.â
Azriel heats up at the mention of Helionâs name, his mind briefly flickering to the thought of the High Lord leaving such a dress for you. He doesnât have much time to dwell on it further as you tug him back toward the room heâs staying in, mumbling about how Azriel has a death wish for wearing such thick clothing in the Day Court.
But itâs the High Lord of the Day Court who has a death wish, Azriel thinks.
âWe wonât be long!â You call over your shoulder to Rhysand and Helion, who both give a dismissive wave.
Helion shakes his head in amusement. âAre they always like this?â
Rhysand lets out a snort. âUnfortunately.â
âCome. Let us have a drink. I believe weâre in very much need of one.â
âThis early in the morning?â
âMy friend, have you not had orange juice and champagne? Such a lovely, delightful combination. I call it a mimosaâŠâ
**
Back in Azriel's room, you rummage through the clothes Helion had left for him. His eyes soften as you continue to fuss over him. Though he complains about it, he secretly loves when you fuss over him. He has to peel his gaze away from you when you bend down to pick up a top, his thoughts threatening to drift elsewhere if he doesn't.
Hot. Bothered. His shadows repeat your words from earlier to him and he eyes them with a glare.
Despite Helionâs wish for Azriel to wear a toga like he proudly does, Azriel is relieved at what you picked out for him. Heâs also touched that you know him well enough to pick something close to his taste. âHere,â you say, holding up a pair of loose fitting dark trousers and a sheen, flowy white top with a deep v neck similar to the one of your dress. âThis will be perfect for today.â
âFine,â Azriel murmurs, reluctantly taking the garments from you. Your fingers brush against his, sending a spark through him.
âI trust you can dress yourself from here,â you tease, giving him a playful pat on his shoulder.
Azriel lets out a scoff, resisting the urge to reply with a roguish remark. He quickly changes into the clothes you picked out for him, not wanting to cut into your breakfast time any more than necessary. Today is a busy day for you, as you will spend most of it in the library, researching all about the death gods for an assignment Rhysand gave you.
When he steps out of the room, your eyes light up as they look over his body. His muscles flex instinctively when your gaze lingers on the tattoos swirling on his chest. You blink, and with a smile say, âRadiant.â
Azriel feels the blood rush to his neck. Heâs received many compliments before but never something as bright as âradiant.â He suddenly yearns to hear moreâonly if they come from your pretty lips.
âY/n, have I ever told you how much Iââ Your eyebrows raise in curiosity, and he loses his resolve, Rhysandâs warning echoing in his head. ââappreciate youâŠâ
Those were not the words Azriel had intended, and he lets out a defeated breath. Yet, your smile does not falter. Instead, you hook your arm through his, beaming up at him as you guide him through the halls.
âI believe you have but please, enlighten me againâŠâ
**
Helionâs gaze fixes on you and Azriel as you finally joined them for breakfast. Dressed in resplendent Day Court fashion, the two of you look ravishing, and Helion cannot decide who is more captivatingâyou or the stoic shadowsinger at your side.Â
His affections have always met a brick wall with the Illyrian male. So naturally, when another pretty face shows up at his court, he focuses all his attention on you. He savors your sweet reactions and Azrielâs jealous ones, sensing more between you two. Heâs determined to unravel it.
After breakfast, Helion sidles up beside you, flashing a charming smile. âAllow me to admire you more closely, Lady Y/n,â he says, his voice smooth and rich as he extends his hand.
Azrielâs jaw clenches, his shadows swirling restlessly when you take Helionâs hand. Helionâs smile widens, and then he gestures for you to spin. âShall I compare thee to a summerâs day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.â
You gasp, eyes widening in delight and cheeks tinting with a delicate blush. âYou know Shakespeare?â
âKnow it? I live it.â Helion responds. âI have his original copies in my personal library. You can come take a look, if youâd like. Just give me a day toâŠorganize things.â
Azrielâs eyes narrow, not liking the intonation in the High Lordâs voice. Helion can feel that primal instinctâthe possessiveness Azriel feels for youâsimmering beneath the surface. His eyes widen slightly in acknowledgement and then heâs turning to Rhysand.
"Helion,â Rhysand drawls, confirming his suspicions. âAs y/nâs escort, you're making Azriel's shadows rather restless.â
Helion laughs, a rich, melodious sound that fills the room. "I can't help it if your historian is so captivating, Rhysand," he says, winking at you and delighting in the response it shakes from Azriel.
**
Azriel falls into step behind you as Helion guides you all toward the magnificent library of the Day Court. Sunlight streams through towering windows, casting rainbows across the marble floors. You had praised it as the biggest and most beautiful library in all of Prythian. As Azriel stands in front of the entrance, he reluctantly acknowledges that none of the libraries in the Night Court could come close if this is just how the entrance looks.
As Azriel moves to step inside with you, Rhysand stops him.
"What are you doing?" Azriel huffs, peering over Rhysand's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the awed expression on your face as Helion talks to you. "I'm Y/n's escort, remember?"
âThereâs no need for one in the library. Youâll only be a distraction here.â Rhysand replies and sensing his apprehension, he adds. âSheâll be safe here. I promise.â
âButââ
âNo,â Rhysand interrupts and Azrielâs gaze hardens. A playful glint dances in Rhysandâs violet eyes. âGo take a walk, a cold shower or perhaps, read up on some poetry.â
 With that, Rhysand enters the library, motioning for the guards to shut the door. As the door closes, a single dark tendril manages to slide through.Â
I donât resort to poetry, Azriel thinks bitterly and he swears he hears Rhysandâs chuckle in his mind.
**
That night, during dinner, Helion took all your attention as the two of you quoted and mused over poetry, Rhysand chiming in occasionally. Azriel remained silent, a muscle ticking at his jaw.
The following morning, Azriel didnât get a chance to speak to you much either. You and Rhysand were deep in discussion, strategizing how to tackle the vast array of books about the old gods. Azriel hadnât even finished his coffee when you abruptly stood from your seat, mouth still full of food, and hurried off towards the library. The golden threads buried deep in his chest stirred with your passion.
So while you spent your day in the library, engrossed in your research, Azriel decided to spend his day doing his own research. He had his shadows sneak into your room and retrieve one of the poetry books he is certain you bought with you. You read one every night before bed.
Azriel reads some of the poems, engraving the words into his memory, just in case. He ends up falling asleep in his room, the lack of sleep finally catching up to him. His shadows stir him awake, hours later, pointing to the clock hanging across from him. Itâs almost dinner time so Azriel freshens up and then makes his way toward the library.Â
âHey, you,â you greet Azriel happily, two of his shadows trailing behind you, as you step out of the library. The second one had joined you this morning as the first one had been feeling lonely. âI think they like me better than you.â
âKeep them,â Azriel shrugs. When you're not looking, he gives them a knowing nod, though his voice feigns annoyance. âTraitors.â
âWhat did you do today?â You ask, falling into step beside him as you two walk toward the dining hall. âAnything interesting?â
âI learned something.â
âYeah?â
Azriel turns to you, his expression serious as he clears his throat. "She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all thatâs best of dark and bright... uh, meet in her somethingâŠeyesâŠ?"
You blink at him, confusion furrowing your brow. "Something eyes?"
Before Azriel can explain, Helion chimes in, that cheeky grin plastered on his face. "It's 'Meet in her aspect and her eyes,â" he corrects smoothly, his eyes twinkling with amusement, as he beckons for you to take your seats.
Azriel shoots a glare at Helion and Rhysand kicks him under the table in warning. Helion chuckles, unfazed by the death stare coming from Azriel as he continues.Â
âShe walks in beauty, like the night. Of Cloudless climes and starry skies; And all thatâs best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light, which heaven to gaudy day denies.â
âOh, Lord Byron!â you say in recognition, turning to Azriel with a look that soothes his embarrassment. âShe Walks in Beauty. What a lovely poem. Did you know it was one of my favorites?â
âI didnât,â Azriel replies casually, though inwardly his heart races and his shadows race to cover the blush delicately tinting his neck. Of course he knew it was your favorite. You had scribbled hearts all over the page in your book. âI just liked it and thought Iâd share it with you.â
Your smile widens, touched by his gesture. âI thought you didnât fancy poetry, Az.â
âI thought the same,â Rhysand says, eyes narrowing at Azriel.
"I'm full of surprises," Azriel says dryly, meeting Rhysand's gaze evenly.
âWell, letâs hope itâs the last of your surprises.â
âI believe I also have some of Lord Byronâs works. How about I finally show you my personal library after dinner?â Helion speaks, directing all attention back to him.
Azriel opens his mouth to protest, not liking the inviting gaze in the High Lordâs eyes, but Helion interjects smoothly. âNo worries, escort, â Helion says, his grin widening. âIâll take good care of y/n.â
Azriel sulks, a bitter taste in his mouth from Helionâs effortless charm throughout dinner. He tries his best to keep you from leaving, insisting you try every single dessert laid out on the table. Barely halfway through, you slump back in your chair, claiming you canât eat another bite without bursting.
His ears perk up and he sends a small prayer to the Mother that your full stomach dissuades you from visiting Helionâs personal library, his own stomach not being able to handle the thought. Tonight, it seems The Mother does not favor him. When Helion offers you his arm, you take it excitedly, oblivious to the sulking Shadowsinger you left behind.Â
Rhysand laughs, finding amusement in the entire situation, while Azriel shoots him a cold stare. If Rhysand hadnât ordered Azriel to keep the truth of the bond from you until after your trip here, you wouldn't be alone with Helion now.Â
Yet, Azriel can't help but bitterly reflect that if he had only been upfront about his feelings from the start, he wouldnât be tormented by such longing now, the bond in his chest roaring at the thought of you with another male.
âI think y/n is more than capable of handling a flirtatious High Lord.â
Azrielâs lips twitch into a brief, reluctant smile. âShe is. But that doesnât mean I have to like it.â
âCheer up, Az,â Rhysand teases, lifting his glass in a mock-toast to his friend. âThereâs always more poetry to practice. Or perhaps, you should stick to brooding. Youâre much better at that.â
âPass the whiskey,â Azriel replies tersely, his lips pressing into a tight line.
âPatience is a virtue, Az.â
âSo is silence.â
**
Youâre swooning, over the moon, after exploring Helionâs personal library. He showed you his special editions of Lord Byronâs and Shakespeareâs works, allowing you to take one back to your room with you to read. You clutch the book to your chest, humming softly to yourself.
When you reach the hallway, you linger there for a moment, sparing a glance toward Azrielâs room. The night is still young and youâre surprised to see no light seeping through the door. Has he gone to bed already? Worry knits your brows as you wonder if heâs okay. He has been acting strange since he arrived. He had quoted poetry at you for Cauldronâs sake!
You walk toward his door and knock. Thereâs no answer so you knock again. âAz?â
You frown when youâre met with silence and your hands itch to open the door but you hesitate. He could either be asleep, out flying or out training. He had been eyeing the training grounds of Day during Helionâs tour.
With a sigh, you step into your room and decide to get ready for bed, making a mental note to check up on him in the morning. The day had been long and filled with unexpected twists and tomorrow would only bring another long day. Your eyes were tired from reading so much fine print.
As you're fluffing your pillows, you hear the sound of heavy, booted footsteps. Your mind wanders to Azriel but it canât be. His steps were always quiet, silenced by his shadows. Thereâs a pause in the steps and a brief moment of stillness.
Abruptly, your door swings open and you let out a small gasp.
You watch as Azriel stumbles in, your heart flying to your chest in relief. His usually graceful steps falter as if the weight of his massive wings is too much to bear. Shadows cling to his wrists, doing their best to keep their master steady.
A look of pleasant surprise softens his features when he spots you, his hazel eyes widening at the sight of you in your nightgown. He brings a hand up to his neck, rubbing it in an attempt to make the flush spreading across his cheeks go away.
âY/n,â he hiccups with a pleased grin. âYouâre here.â
âOf course I am,â you reply, stifling a laugh at his adorable state. âThis is my room.â
Azrielâs expression morphs, his eyebrows furrowing and a slight pout forming on his lips. âDidnât get to spend the day with you,â he mutters, his voice tinged with frustration as he sways slightly. âOr night⊠you spent it with Helion instead.â
You canât help but giggle. âAre you jealous, Az?â
Another hiccup. âMaybe.â
Your stomach flutters at the way he admits it so openly. The two of you have always had a playful, flirty dynamic. It had never gone beyond exchanged glances and lingering touches, though. Azriel never let it, and a part of you feared it was because he was too kind to reject you outright. Now, you begin to wonder if you had misinterpreted the situation all along.
âWell, itâs still night,â you tell him, âAnd youâre here with me now.â
âI am,â Azriel acknowledges with a hint of surprise, as if realizing it anew. âAnd I know poetry tooâŠâ
 He straightens up, attempting to appear serious again despite the slight slur in his words. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height... uh, something about sight, I think?â
Did he somehow know this was another of your favorites? It seems unlikely. In all the years you've known him, Azriel has never shown interest in poetry. Or at least up until two hours ago. You should check his forehead. What if he was coming down with something?
Instead, you clear your throat and help him out.
âHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love theeââ your voice wavers at the look Azriel gives you, his hazel eyes shining with an emotion that threatens to weaken your knees. ââto the level of every dayâs. Most quiet need, by sun and candle lightâŠâ
âI love thee too,â Azriel breathes, holding your gaze and stepping closer to you. âFreelyâpurelyâŠno, freely as men strive for fight.â
âRight,â you correct with a laugh. âFreely as men strive for right.â
Azrielâs pout deepens, yet thereâs a hint of a smile on his lips. âDonât laugh at me,â he mumbles.
He continues to make his way toward you and you hold out your arms, worried heâll lose his battle with balance. He ends up slumping face-first onto your bed, his wings splaying out behind him. âCan I stay here? Just for a little bit. I missed you all day.â
âYeah,â you reply with a soft smile. You missed him too. âBut can you make room for me on my bed?â
âMmm,â Azriel hums, turning on his side. He pats at the space right in front of him, his shadows moving to rest behind him to give you space. âCome here, my pretty historian.â
You feel a rush of warmth course through you, momentarily flustered by the nickname. Looking at Azriel, you hesitate. It wouldnât be the first time you two shared a bed but itâd be the first time youâd share one in a bed not meant to accommodate for Illyrian wings.Â
Maybe, itâs best if you help him to his room. Your eyes look toward his shadows and you notice them slowly curling around his back as if going to sleep themselves. They would be no help and neither would Rhys as you were sure he was sharing his night with a pretty fae or two. And you would definitely not be able to carry Azriel back to his room on your own.
So when Azriel pats the bed again, you join him. He frowns when you donât nestle against him as he wished. Instead, you slip under the covers, resting on your side to face him fully. He adjusts to mirror your position, close enough that you feel his warm breath, noses and hands brushing against each other.
âYou smell good,â he says, eyes half-lidded. âMarry me?â
You smile, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his face. âIs that all it takes to marry you? To smell good?â
Azrielâs eyes flutter close, a contented sigh escaping him. âIâd marry you, even if you didnât smell good,â he says, his words mumbled but filled with affection.
Your heart swells and you lean in to place a gentle kiss on his forehead, feeling exhaustion come over you when Azriel yawns.Â
âGoodnight, Az.â
âGoodnight, Y/n,â he murmurs, already drifting off to sleep, a peaceful smile on his face. âMy sweet, pretty maââ
A shadow, one of the ones that have taken a liking to you, crawls over you and rushes to Azriel, curling around his mouth to silence him. You are too tired to think about it, simply letting sleep claim you in each otherâs comforting presence.
**
Azriel wakes up with a soft groan, still enveloped by your scent. His shadows stir as he does and he hesitates opening his eyes, not ready to face the aftermath of his drunken state. The impending headache is already breaking the surface. When he opens his eyes, he finds you missing. His worry is eased when one of his shadows brings a small piece of paper to him.
He shifts, moving into a sitting position. One hand rubs at his head while the other takes the note you left for him.Â
To my star breaking poet, you looked too peaceful to wake. I left some water, tea and bread on the nightstand. Enjoy.
-your pretty historian
His lips tug up into a smile. He turns his head, finding the drinks and food you left for him. He doesnât dare touch them though, despite the bond in his chest yearning for him to. He then searches for the clock in your room and his eyes widen. Itâs past noon. Azriel has never slept this late or felt so rested, especially after a night of heavy drinking.Â
Taking a deep breath, he allows himself to fall back onto the bed, running his hands through his hair and pulling on it. He lingers there a moment longer before finally rising and heading to his room to bathe and get ready for the day. Knowing you'll be in the library all day, he wonders what to do with himself, having given up on poetry after his unsuccessful attempts.
**
Azriel makes himself busy by wandering the palace, feeling a bit uneasy walking so freely in the open. Heâs so accustomed to blending into the shadows that this exposure feels unnatural. His shadows cling to him, hiding beneath his cloak, equally uncomfortable with the brightness. The day is cooler, so heâs donned his leathers, a small part of him hoping you'll fuss over him again when you see him.
He visits the markets, but they seem less vibrant without you by his side. He then goes to the training grounds of Day, catching up with his missed training and releasing his pent up frustrations with a training dummy. Upon returning to the palace and washing up, he heads towards the library. Though he canât enter, he knows there are small tables and padded chairs just outside. He found you there during one of your breaks yesterday, so he sits at one of the tables, hoping you'll come again.
A newspaper rests on the table before him, so he picks it up to pass the time. After reading through it twice, he moves to a different table with a chess set, his shadows engaging him in a game. After losing to them three times, he leans back with a sigh. He really shouldâve brought some of his unfinished reports to work on.
Overcome with the bond, he had followed you without hesitation, not anticipating that Rhysand would keep him from telling you about it. He didn't have a plan, so while he wasn't happy about it, at least it gave him time to come up with one. The minute youâd go back to Night, Azriel was set on visiting your favorite restaurant and making reservations. Heâd surprise you with a day full of your favorites, ending it with his confession, where he hoped you would accept him.Â
It was one thing to love him back. Another to accept him as your mate.
Before he knows it, the sun begins to set, his shadows buzzing with life as darkness takes over. You still havenât stepped out of the library. He wonders if you've eaten or had enough water. One of his shadows slips out from underneath the library doors and flutters back to him. It reports that the other shadow, still with you, helped you reach for books and turn pages. It had even wanted to brush your hair back when it fell loose from your tie but was met with an invisible force. High Lord, the shadow hissed and he realizes Rhysand knew him better than he thought. That unwanted chaperoneâŠ
When he learns you've skipped lunch, his worry deepens. He paces back and forth in front of the grand doors, his heart aching with the intensity of the bond. Every instinct within him urges him to protect and care for you. Unable to hold back any longer, he takes advantage of the darkening sky and slips into the library.
The shadow that had reported to him leads the way, darting ahead. His other shadows eagerly rush forward, reaching you before he does. They greet the lone shadow that had stayed by your side like long-lost friends reuniting.
Azrielâs heart calms when he finds you asleep, slumped over a desk and surrounded by a mountain of books. You're curled into yourself, goosebumps forming on the exposed skin of your arms. He gently removes his cloak from his leathers and drapes it over you.
You instinctively snuggle deeper into the cloak, half asleep. âSmells sâgood,â you murmur, and the bond in his chest tightens.
He gently removes your glasses, the ones you wear when doing prolonged near work, and places them carefully into one of his pockets. Thereâs a faint glimmer surrounding you and heâs relieved that whatever barrier Rhyand had placed upon you was weakening by the second. Almost like clockwork. He easily breaks through the magic shield, blue siphons gleaming. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his shadows sighing in response.
His touch lingers on your face, thumb ghosting over your cheek. âItâs time for dinner.â
You let out a groan in protest, not wanting to move from your spot.
âYou need to eat, Y/n,â he whispers softly. âAnd then, you can go to bed.â
You blink sleepily at him. âWill you carry me?â
âOf course.â
As he lifts you into his arms, your warmth and the scent of your hair envelop him. The bond in his chest thrums with joy, his shadows harmonizing in response.
Three more days, he reminds himself. Three more days until he can finally speak of the feelings swelling in his heart. Be patientâŠ
**
After another day of researching death gods, your mind feels heavy with overwhelming knowledge. Exhausted, you keep to yourself during dinner. You can feel Azrielâs worry, can feel the way the shadows that linger in your presence caress the back of your neck in an attempt to ease you. Rhysand slips into your mind and after assuring him you were just tired and had a headache, he lets you excuse yourself. Helion, ever the caring and doting High Lord, sends you off to bed with a tea to soothe your headache.
Youâre quick to wash up and change into your nightgown, slipping under the warm covers with the tea Helion gave you in hand. It has a rich floral scent and as you take your first sip, it brings instant relief to the dull ache in your head. When youâre done, you place the empty cup onto your nightstand and lay down, closing your eyes.
You find yourself trapped in a dark, oppressive forest.Â
The trees are twisted and gnarled, their branches reaching out like skeletal hands. In the distance, you hear the sinister laugh of Koschei, the death god who you've learned loves to trap women. His voice is a chilling whisper, echoing through the trees, âYou cannot escape me.â
Suddenly, the scene shifts, and youâre back in the Court of Nightmares, having to suffer through another court affair. Your hair is pulled so tight into a bun and the corset of your dress barely gives any room to breathe properly. The oppressive atmosphere presses down on you, taking even more of your breath away. Youâre standing before your father, his eyes cold and unyielding.
âYou will marry Lord Berbrooke.â
âNo,â you whisper, eyes widening in fear as Lord Berbrooke appears at your fatherâs side. Your hands reach for your fatherâs arms, a desperate attempt to stay with him instead of leaving. Youâd much rather continue to endure a life of neglect and solitude than a life that promised violence and bruises.
âGrandfather wouldnât want this.â
Your father yanks his arm out of your grip, staring you down with a glare. âYour grandfather is dead. It does not matter what he wants.â
Fear grips you as Lord Berbrooke steps closer, a predatory smile on his face. You try to run, but your feet are rooted to the spot. He laughs, the sound chilling you to the bone. It morphs into the sinister laugh from earlier. Lord Berbrookeâs face flickers and shifts, morphing between his own and what your mind imagines of Koschei.
Panic surges through you, and you cry out for help, but your voice is swallowed by the darkness.
You wake up in a cold sweat, heart racing and breaths coming in ragged gasps. Goosebumps prick your skin as the sinister laugh echoes in your mind, refusing to fade. Panic grips you, and without a second thought, you throw off the covers and rush out of your room, desperate to escape the haunting sound that seems to follow you.
**
Something deep in his chest stirs, flooding him with unease. The bond. Something is wrong. Azrielâs head instinctively turns to his door, shadows sensing your presence in the hallway. Though small and quiet, he can hear your pacing and sense your hesitation as you face his door.
Azriel rushes to the door immediately and opens it. Concern etches on his face as he takes in your trembling form, the way your hands are covering your ears and eyes stricken with pure fear.
His hands reach for yours, gently removing them from your ears. Your eyes remain frantic, scanning over him, as if trying to discern if he is real or not. Without another word, Azriel pulls you into his arms, the familiar warmth and scent of him grounding you.
âItâs okay, Iâm here,â he murmurs. His hands rub soothing circles on your back, and you cling to him.
âI had a nightmare,â you whisper, pulling back slightly and looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. âAbout Koschei, and then I was back in the Court of Nightmares. My father⊠Lord BerbrookeâŠâ
Azrielâs eyes darken with anger and protectiveness. You donât need to say any more for him to understand. âYouâre safe now,â he says firmly. âI wonât let anything happen to you.â
His words and the strength of his embrace begin to calm the storm inside you. You bury your face in his chest, taking in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. âCan I stay with you?â
âAlways.â Azriel answers and then heâs guiding you into his room.
He helps you to his bed, tucking you under the covers before carefully settling on the other side. You nestle closer into his chest, your head finding its place against his heart again. His chin rests atop your head and neither of you speak for a while.
âThank you,â you breathe, voice heavy with emotion.
Azriel knows your thankfulness extends beyond tonight. He had been the one to save you from that dreadful fate that night in the Court of Nightmares. He had been the one to bring to Rhysandâs attention of your grandfatherâs forged will, helping you search for the real one. And when Rhysand had moved you to Velaris, Azriel had been your first friend.
âDo you feel better or would you like me to make youââ
âI feel better,â you interrupt, not wanting him to leave, even if it's to make you another tea. âJust your presence is enough,â you confess quietly. âYou have a way of making me feel safe and at peace, Az.â
At those words, Azriel feels like he might burst with emotion. He tightens his hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. If only you knewâŠ
**
As you walk through the library of the Day Court, you take one last look around, letting your gaze sweep over the grand space. The high, arched windows allow streams of the setting sun to filter in, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. There are rows upon rows of polished wooden shelves and books of every size and color line them, their spines creating a mosaic of knowledge and history. The scent of parchment and old leather, is one youâll always hold dear.
Tonight is your last night here. A trail of shadows follows you, blending into the shafts of the light and shadows cast by the towering bookshelves. Rhysand, lounging in the entrance of the library, notices the once unusual sight that has now become routine..Â
âWhat are you, a Shadowsinger now?â he quips.
You glance back, catching a glimpse of Azrielâs shadows entwined with your own. Theyâve become increasingly protective of you lately, always trailing close, whether you're heading to the library or simply going about your day. What you hadnât noticed until now was how their numbers had grown since last night.
âIâve never seen his shadows act like that,â Rhysand comments.
âOh really?âÂ
Rhysand nods, a glint dancing in his eyes. He gives a small wave to one of the tendrils peeking over your shoulder, lips curving upwards when it cowers away. âThey usually stick to him, rarely leaving his side. It seems youâve captured their interest as youâve captured their masterâs.â
You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks at his implication. âI guess they like me,â you say, trying to sound nonchalant.
Rhysandâs grin turns knowing. âItâs more than that, Y/n. Azrielâs shadows are an extension of his will. Theyâre drawn to what he cares about most.â
Your heart skips a beat at his words. âI suppose I should thank them for showing me such care.â
Rhysand chuckles. âOr thank Azriel.â
**
Rhysandâs words linger with you throughout the evening, much like Azrielâs shadows. A spark of hope blooms in your chest, daring to blossom into something more. You knew Azriel cared for you, but caring for others was in his nature. Thatâs who he wasâcaring and protective.
You glance at the shadows caressing your arms, a pensive frown tugging at your lips. In all the years youâve known him, you had never seen his shadows linger on Rhysand or Cassian. Or Mor, who you were so sure held the Shadowsingerâs affections.Â
You recall the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, the rare smiles he reserved only for you, the protective glances he shot your way whenever danger was near. Your heart races as the pieces start to fit together, a mixture of shock and elation coursing through your veins. Dare you hope that the man you had loved in secret for so long might feel the same?
The idea seems almost too good to be true, and yetâŠhis shadows were here, with you, wrapped around your fingers. Quite literally.Â
You look down at the shadows twining with your fingers, a small, hopeful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. For the first time, you allow yourself to entertain the possibility.Â
With this newfound hope, you head toward the Day Courtâs kitchen.Â
After praising the chef one night, he invited you to his kitchen, offering to teach you how to prepare some of the Day Courtâs delicacies. Eager to express your gratitude to Azriel for always being there for you and to Helion for being a gracious host, you decide to finally take up on the chefâs offer. Perhaps, you can even sneak in some of Azrielâs favorites into tonightâs menu.
**
As it was the last night of your stay, Helion had invited close friends and other allies of his court, filling the grand dining hall with laughter and conversation. You quietly took your seat across from Rhysand and beside Azriel, murmuring a soft greeting. Helion winks at you and the shadow around your arm tenses.
The High Lord of Day stands from his seat, at the head of the table. He raises his glass with a broad grin. âA toast to the Night Court, our cherished guests. It has been an honor to host you all, and I sincerely hope we may have the pleasure of your return soon.â
Everyone at the table raises their glasses, including Azrielâthough only after a nudge from you. His expression remains flat and dry as he lifts his glass. You clink yours against his with a teasing glint in your eyes, coaxing a small smile from his lips.
Helion takes a seat and with a wave of his hand, tonightâs feast materializes in front of you. Thereâs a slight raise in Rhysandâs brow, betraying his mild surprise. Every single platterâfrom the appetizers to dessert seems to be a perfect blend of Day and Night delicacies with the names to match. Thereâs the bruschetta, the bread slices topped with sun-ripened tomatoes, fresh basil and a hint of night garlic. Then, thereâs the spinach artichoke dip made from sun-infused spinach, blended with moon-cheese and served with nightshade vegetables.
Rhysand looks up, turning to Helion. âCompliments to the chef.â
Helionâs eyes twinkle with delight as he meets your gaze. âAnd y/n,â he says. âShe collaborated with the chef to create tonightâs dinner.â
You smile, a touch of pride warming your cheeks as you look around the table. However, the smile quickly fades when you hear a sudden spluttering. Itâs Azriel. He spit his food out, his face a mask of horror and conflict.Â
âAzriel?â you ask in concern.
He stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. âIâm not hungry,â he mutters, his voice suddenly tight.
Your face flushes and a nervous laugh escapes you. âRelax, itâs not poison,â you joke, trying to lighten the mood. But your attempt falls flat.Â
âIâm not hungry,â he repeats more forcefully, then turns and leaves the room, his movements stiff and tense.
Your eyes begin to sting with unshed tears, the hurt and confusion overwhelming you. You slump back into your chair. âI donât think Iâm hungry either,â you whisper, the words barely audible.
Rhysand nudges your foot from under the table. âDonât mind him,â he says softly, violet eyes filled with sympathy. âPlease, eat. Youâve worked so hard on this.â
You nod, trying to muster the strength to lift your fork, but the sting of Azrielâs rejection is too much. You push the food around your plate, your appetite completely gone. The evening that had started with such promise now feels like a distant memory, overshadowed by whatever tension has now befallen between you and Azriel.Â
In the corridor outside the dining hall, Azriel leans against the wall, his heart pounding. He knows heâs hurt you, but the thought of unintentionally accepting the bond is too much for him to bear. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The guilt gnaws at him, a constant reminder of the fragile line heâs been walking.
One more night, he reminds himself. One more night and then he can tell you everything.
He can only hope you donât already hate him for tonight.
**
Tossing and turning, you let out a long breath as you stare up at the ceiling. Your stomach grumbles, reminding you that you hadnât indulged in the dinner you had put so much effort into crafting. How could you, when the one person you made it for refused to have even a bite?Â
His reaction had been as clear as day. Repulsed.
Now, doubts flood your mind. What if you've completely misread everything? The shadows beside you, initially a source of comfort, were beginning to stir unsettling thoughts in you. Maybe Azriel sent them not because he cared so deeply for you but out of obligation and pity?
You're not a High Lord like Rhysand, nor a warrior like Cassian or Mor who fought in the war. Youâre just a noblewoman from the Court of Nightmares who fled from a forced marriage. How typical and utterly helpless. Thatâs what youâve been since you met Azriel. It shouldnât have shocked you that he followed you into Day Court.Â
Any hope that had blossomed in your heart now withers. You were a fool to even entertain the thought. Youâve known Azriel for almost a century and in those years, heâs never hinted at seeing you as anything more than a friend so why would it change now?
Throwing off the covers, you sit up abruptly, gaze flickering towards the door. The urge to confront him grips you fiercely. He did not have to return your feelings but he didnât have to hurt your feelings so harshly by spitting out your food. You had to settle whatever this was now, even if it left you broken-hearted.Â
Without bothering to change out of your nightwear, you leap from your bed. The shadows on your bed stir awake and your footsteps quicken, fearing his shadows would reach him before you could.
They beat you to it, even going as far as opening the door for you, allowing you to barge into his room. Youâre not surprised to see Azriel wide awake. His shadows mustâve warned him beforehand. He sits on his bed, already facing you and you hate the way your gaze falls to his bare chest. Your eyes trail up the intricate tattoos etched there, slowly making your way up.
The words catch in your throat. Youâre nervous. A foreign feeling around Azriel. It makes you want nothing more than to turn and run out the door. His shadows shut the door behind you as if sensing your thoughts.
You refuse to meet his eyes, fearing what youâd find in those hazel depths. âYou hate me donât you?â
The words tumble out unexpectedly, sending a chilling shiver through you. His gaze flickers downward, catching the way you nervously fidget with your fingers, before lifting with intent and searching for your eyes.Â
âWhat?â
The sound that leaves Azriel borders on what sounds like amusement, and you cringe, turning your head away. Tears prick your eyes, his shadows rushing to wipe them away gently, coaxing your gaze back to their master. When his eyes meet yours, all you see is concern.Â
A strange sensation creeps along your ribcage as he stands from the bed, stepping closer to you.
âI donât hate you.â Azriel states firmly and when his words donât soothe you as he expected they would, he frowns. His hands replace the shadows brushing against your face. âWhat makes you think that? Whatâs wrong?â
âI should be asking you that question,â you laugh humorlessly, casting your gaze down. âSomething has gotten into you. Youâve been acting so differently, and at first, I thoughtâwell, it doesnât matter what I thought as I seem to be wrong every timeââ
âIt does matter. Tell me.âÂ
Itâs now or never. Your throat tightens as you muster the courageâthe last bit you have, having used most of it to barge into his room.Â
âWeâve been walking a fine line, you and I. For decades. Almost a century... And now, I realize youâve simply been too kind to reject me. Iâm sorry if running to you after that nightmare was too much, but did you have to spit out my food? I wouldâve preferred if youâd just told me you didn't like me instead of showing me.â
âYouâre not making any sense right now.â Azriel says.
âNeither are you.â You shoot back.
âI donât hate you,â Azriel repeats, hurt flashing across his face at the thought of making you feel that way.
âYou spit out my food in front of everyone, Az.â
âIâm sorry.â
âWhy?â
You feel Azrielâs hand tense against your face. âI canât say.â
Your breath hitches, and you take a couple of steps back, removing his hands from you. âBecause you hate me.â
Azrielâs eyes shut tightly for a moment, his head turning toward the window. He feels the faint warmth of the rising sun and inhales deeply. Thereâs something burning bright in his eyes when he looks at you again.
âBecause you are my mate.â
Mate.
A vulnerable shakiness accompanies the word. The words hang in the air, heavy and shocking. The feeling teasing at your ribcage begins to crawl upwards. Your heart skips a beat as it meets your chest, awakening something deep inside you that you hadnât realized you had.
Mate.
âIâm your what?â You gasp, your heart pounding in your chest as the golden threads of fate begin to unravel.
âYou feel it now, donât you?â Azriel approaches slowly, his expression tense and cautious. âYouâre my mate. The bond snapped as you were winnowing away. Thatâs why I followed after you. I wanted to tell you, but Rhysand asked me not to. At least not until we were done here.â
Your racing heart sinks into your stomach. More tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision. âSo you donât want me as your mate eitherâŠâ
âNo,â Azrielâs eyebrows knit together so hard you worry theyâll stick, shadows swirling around him like storm clouds. His hand reaches out for you but you take a step back. âIâm happy itâs you. Relieved. Iâve loved you for so long...â
Your tears fall freely and he takes another deep breath, wings shuddering along with the timber of his voice. âGods, do you know how agonizing these past days have been for me? Watching you fall in love with this court, withââ He hesitates, unable to say his name ââitâs High Lord.â
His words ignite a spark within you, fanning the hope that had begun to take root in your chest.
âIâd be lying if I said I didnât fall in love with this court," you begin and Azriel gives a subtle wince, looking away from you. "But Day is not my home."
Slowly, Azriel looks back at you, and a torrent of emotions floods over you. You're uncertain if they are yours or his, as the bond between you surges like a turbulent river.
âThe Night Court is. Thatâs where my family is. Thatâs where you are. I wouldnât trade that for anything. Not even Prythianâs best library.â
Azrielâs eyes soften and when he takes a step forward, you donât step back. A glimmer of hope lights up his features. âAnd what of itâs High Lord?â
âHeâs nice but heâs not you.â You say with a soft smile. âI love you and only you.â
Azriel cups your face in his hands, leaning his forehead against yours. The smile that breaks out on his rivals the brilliance of the rising run behind him. âIâve admired you, desired you for so longâŠI just didnât want to rush you and when the bond snapped, I feared itâd overwhelm you."
You look up at him, the raw honesty in his eyes reflecting your own emotions. âSo, what now?â
Azriel brushes the last tear from your cheek, his touch gentle and reverent. âBe mine?â
A shaky laugh escapes your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.
âAlways.â
And then you kiss him, the bond between you shimmering and glittering. A tangible, golden connection intensifying with every heartbeat.
a/n: I don't like the way I ended this đ not my best tbh, I just feel like it was missing something. I honestly wasn't expecting the high demand for a part two to Be Safe so I hope you enjoyed some of this as much as the first part. Anyway, here's a little meme I had made for this fic while I was procrastinating on finishing it.
here's a bonus scene.
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KILLSHOT !
pairing: mafia boss!toji x spy fem!reader
summary: you're tasked with the mission of spying and killing toji fushiguro so why now are you being fucked stupid in some dirty bathroom?
content: 6.3k, smut, big dick!toji, degradation, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, orgasm control, orgasm denial, humiliation kink, creampie, dumbification, sucking on fingers (no clue if that's a thing), dacryphilia, oral (male. receiving), fingering, squirting, public sex (it's in a club bathroom)
note: i hate all of you who decided to suddenly make frat boy!gojo take the lead when i basically finished this fic TT (i don't really i'm gonna start on that one as soon as i post this) but here you have mafia boss!toji, enjoy my lovesss (not proof read at all rip)
When you step into the club the first thing that hits you is the heat followed closely by the cacophony of music and voices. The bass reverberates through your body, each thud matching the pounding of your heart. The air is thick with a mix of sweat, perfume, and the faint scent of alcohol. You weave through the throngs of people, your senses on high alert. Every so often, you catch a glimpse of a couple locked in a passionate embrace, or friends shouting to be heard over the deafening music. It's a sea of movement, a blur of colours and shadows that makes it almost impossible to focus.
The music is still pounding and it infiltrates your ears making it near impossible to focus. Your eyes search the crowd for your target: Toji Fushiguro. The intel said heâd be here tonight, but pinpointing one man in this chaos feels like a near-impossible task. You had been tasked to go undercover and take out one of the most notorious crime lords in the country. It had started simple really - tailing him during the day, intercepting any letters or parcels - but now was when it all went done. Today is the day you will finally finish off Toji Fushiguro.
You edge closer to the bar hoping to catch a clearer view. The bartender is a blur of motion, pouring drinks and exchanging money with patrons who shout their orders over the deafening music. You stand on your toes, craning your neck to get a better look across the room. Still nothing. A group of obviously drunk men jostles past you and in doing so trudging on your feet. You force yourself to bite back a curse, keeping your cool. You canât afford to draw attention to yourself. Not here, not now.
âSo many fucking people.â You mutter under your breath as your eyes still search the crowd. Youâre hyper aware of the weapon you have by your side, cunningly concealed. You continue to look around, pushing through the crowd as you try desperately not to get swallowed up by the swarms of people. Then, you catch a glimpse â tall, broad-shouldered, a flash of a sharp jawline in the dim light. As quickly as you see him he disappears again. âIs that him?â You whisper to yourself as you crane your neck to try and look for your target once more.
Youâre more forceful now, pushing through the crowd as you struggle to move through the pack. Almost there. You just need to get a little closer, verify that it's him. Itâs hard to even breathe in the club but once you make your way out of the throngs of people you see him - Toji Fushiguro.
There were always rumours surrounding the dangerous man but they didnât do him justice. He was even more imposing in person, his rugged appearance making him stand out in any crowd. His dark hair is tousled just so, falling across his forehead in a way that frames his sharp, chiselled features perfectly. His eyes are piercing, a deep smouldering gaze that seems to see right through you. His jawline is strong and his lips are set in a slight smirk.
He's dressed in a fitted black shirt that hugs his muscular frame, the fabric straining slightly against his broad chest and shoulders. He isnât sporting anything too flashy and if no one knew his reputation they wouldâve assumed he was a normal man. You watch as he crosses his arms and the shirt pulls taut against his muscles. Thereâs a sliver of his chest that you manage to see and a hint of his tattoos peek through. Itâs ridiculous but just looking at him has your panties soaking and you know itâs so wrong but you canât help it. Through the weeks of trailing after him you never thought you would finally see him so up close.Â
Your heart skips a beat. Target acquired. Now, the real challenge begins.
You approach him, weaving through the last few bodies that separate you. He hasn't noticed you yet. But you know you have to play this carefully. One wrong move, and it could all fall apart.
As you draw closer to him you try your best to put on the best smile you could, one that exuded innocence. You relaxed your own muscles and tried to calm your beating heart. "Fancy seeing you here." You lean in slightly, enough to make it seem intimate, but not desperate.
Toji's eyes snap to you, and for a moment, there's a flicker of surprise. Then his expression smooths into one of casual interest. "Is that so?" He replies, his voice a deep velvety rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes look you up and down, assessing your frame carefully before he settles on your face. "And who might you be?"
You see the smirk playing at his lips and youâre not quite sure what heâs hinting at. Itâs impossible to read Toji Fushiguro and itâs even harder to do it when itâs dark and loud. You finally step closer, closing the distance between the both of you.Â
"Just a girl looking for a good time." Your fingers brush against his arm. "And you seem like just the man to show me one."
He raises an eyebrow, a slow deliberate smile spreading across his face. âIs that right? His hand comes up, fingers trailing lightly along your arm sending sparks of electricity through your skin. You let out a soft involuntary gasp, your heart racing faster. He leans in, lips just inches from your ear. âBut surely a little spy like yourself shouldnât be wandering around a stuffy club and asking people like me to fuck them?â
You freeze. Your blood runs cold at his words. Silence envelops you and you canât do anything but stay rooted in the spot. Tojiâs grip on your arm tightens and it feels like youâre being burnt by scalding hot iron.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You know itâs stupid to even deny it, not when youâve so obviously given yourself away, not when youâre not even able to look him in the eye. âIâm not a spy.â
"Oh, don't play dumb." His tone shifts into something much more sinister, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by something much darker. "I've known you were watching me since the moment you walked in. So tell me, what do you want with me?"
Panic bubbles up inside you but you force it down. You can't afford to lose your nerve now. You have to stay calm, have to find a way to turn this around. You swallow hard, trying to keep your mind composed. âLike I said, I don't know what youâre talking about.â
Toji's eyes flicker with something that might be amusement but it's hard to tell. His eyes darken with a predatory gleam. âYouâre a stubborn one you are. Never met a little spy like you most would have been cowering at my feet by now but youâre still here denying everything.â His fingers trail up to your face and you instinctively flinch when he touches your cheek and Toji smirks. âBut doll youâre forgetting just how often I deal with people like you so donât bother denying it anymore okay? I've been in this business too long to fall for such weak games.â
Itâs so stupid how the man in front of you is able to instil fear in everyone yet as you stand in front of him all you can think about is how his grip would feel around your neck and how his fingers would feel buried in your pussy. Itâs so wrong and so unprofessional but seeing Toji up close was something else. He was insanely attractive and there was something exciting about the way he looked at you as if he was going to devour you whole.Â
âUnless you want your pretty little head to be blown off you better answer my question.â All playfulness was gone in his stare instead what replaced it was cold hard emptiness. His expression is long gone and he only looks at you with a blankness that youâre unable to pinpoint. âSo Iâm gonna ask you again, what do you want with me?â
You feel your breath stuck in your throat and you know itâs no use denying it anymore but youâre unwilling to give up. âHow did you find out?â The tremor in your voice is obvious despite your best efforts to keep it at bay.
Toji smirks. "You gave yourself away the moment you walked in. Your eyes. They were too focused, too calculating. Not the eyes of someone here to have a good time." You blink, processing his words, your mind racing. "And the way you moved." He continues, his voice a low seductive purr. "Too precise, too careful. Like a hunter. Or a spy."
Your heart sinks as his words hit home. You had been so careful but clearly not careful enough. "So, what now?"
Toji's smile widens and he leans even closer, his breath hot against your skin. "Now, we play a different game." He says softly. "One where you try to convince me to let you go. And I decide just how much I want to make you squirm."
You feel yourself grow even hotter at his words and you catch the sight of his lips and oh how badly you want to grab his face and smash your mouth to his. Fuck itâs a bad idea but itâs all you can think about in this moment. And then it happens, youâre grabbing his shirt, pulling him down as you crash your lips to his and Tojiâs eyes widen in surprise. You take a second to realise what you've done but just as you pull away Tojiâs already tugging you to somewhere else. You can barely keep up as he leads you, weaving expertly through the sea of bodies.
"Where are we going?" You manage to gasp out, struggling to be heard over the pounding bass.Â
"Somewhere more private."
You don't have time to protest or question further as he drags you down a dimly lit hallway away from the main floor. The noise of the club dims slightly and the music becomes a muted throb behind the walls. You barely notice the curious glances from a few stragglers in the hallway as Toji pushes open a door with a bold "Restrooms" sign hanging on it. The moment you step inside he slams the door shut, the sound echoing in the small tiled space. His lips are on yours in an instant, the kiss fierce and demanding. Itâs as if all the raw tension explodes right there and then.
He pushes you against the cold, tiled wall, his body pressed firmly against yours. His hands roam over your body, rough and possessive. You respond just as eagerly, tongues tangling with each other as you reach your hands into his hair. You moan into his mouth and the sound is swallowed by the relentless kiss. His hands are everywhere, sliding up your thighs, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt.
"Tell me you want this." He murmurs against your lips.
"I want this." You breathe as your hands clutch at his shoulders pulling him closer. "I want you."
Suddenly youâre ripping each othersâ clothes off at light speed. The buttons on his shirt fall off as you try your best to unbutton the first few before giving up and deciding to just rip it off. Toji chuckles at your fast pace, a smirk making its way onto his face. You put a hand over his mouth, already annoyed by the sound of his laughter and you didnât want to hear what was going to come out of his mouth next. He reaches a hand up to wrestle yours away from his face.
âYouâre awfully eager for someone who was just trying to kill me?â He locks his eyes with yours and you swear you feel your pussy clench around thin air. âIâd say youâre desperate for a good fucking arenât you doll?â
âShut the fuck up Fushiguro.â
Toji grins at your response, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Your gaze drifts downward. The dim lighting accentuates the tight muscles that ripple beneath his skin. You can see the faint sheen of sweat, highlighting the contours of his abs, the hard lines of his chest. He takes advantage of your momentary distraction, flipping you around and pressing you against the wall with a thud. His hands are everywhere at once, rough and demanding, as if he's trying to imprint himself onto your very skin. You arch into his touch as a moan escapes your lips despite yourself.
"See, I knew you wanted this." He murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Youâre practically begging for it."
His words send a shiver down your spine and you grind back against him, eliciting a low groan from his throat. "Donât flatter yourself." You manage to gasp out.
He laughs, a deep rumbling sound that you can feel reverberate through his chest. "You can't lie to me, doll." One of his hands slips beneath your waistband, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin there. "Your body knows exactly what it wants."
Your breath hitches, and you bite your lip, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to spill out. Itâs beyond humiliating how he has you pressed up against the way but you canât deny how much you want the man in front of you. His touch is electrifying and he inches closer and closer to the heat between your legs. You whine when he cups your pussy and Toji simply smirks at the reaction you give him. His hand stays there for a moment and you can feel the warmth he radiates.Â
âThink you can handle me Fushiguro?â You glare at him although thereâs a hint of desire beneath your angry gaze. âYouâre playing a dangerous game.â
Toji grin, his face leaning close to yours. Heâs too close and you have to resist the urge to pull him in for a kiss. âGood thing I love danger then.â
Before you can even respond he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. Itâs rough and messy and far from sweet but you donât mind. You feel his tongue pry open your mouth and you let him in easily. He tastes like whiskey and you find that you donât mind the sharp taste of alcohol he has on him. You moan as he rubs small circles on your clit, his fingers inching dangerously closer to your pussyhole. He presses his hips against yours and you can feel his cock hard against your thigh. The both of you kiss for what seems like forever. Your eyes constantly shut as you enjoy the taste of him, the touch of him, the scent of him. Everything is so intoxicating that you canât refuse to want more. Toji is too much to handle but youâve always liked a challenge.
His fingers finally reach to pull aside your panties, plunging his wet digits into your heat. You moan loudly at the contact. It felt so different to the hours you spent trying to please yourself during the night, the fruitless attempts at trying to make yourself cum. Toji did it so easily, too easily. He smirks as he watches you squirm in his grasp, clutching onto his shoulders as if they were your lifeline. You feel your pussy squeeze around his fingers and he groans.
âFuck youâre so tight. Why have you been neglecting this pretty thing for so long, hm doll?â You let out another breathy moan at his words. In truth you havenât had the time to have hookups and your job didnât exactly give you lots of free time. Most nights were spent on your own, in your bed. âDonât worry Iâll give her a good fucking today.â He purrs in your ear and you feel your own body melt to his touch.
âF-Fushiguro youâre such a-ahh!â Your sentence is cut short as you feel him curl his fingers and he prods at that spot that has you jolting forward with a long moan. Toji grins wickedly at your reaction. He loves the way you give him such innocent but lewd expressions that he canât help but want to ravish you entirely. âYouâre such a t-tease.â
You give him another glare but this time itâs telling him to hurry up and fuck you because youâre impatient. Youâve never been good at biding your time well and all you want right now is his cock inside you. Tojiâs other hand makes its way up your chest, he cups one of your tits and you whimper as he squeezes it hard. Youâre sensitive beyond belief and his touch only stimulates you more. You let out a strangled cry when he pinches your nipple, playing with it cruelly with his rough fingers. You feel every crack, every line on his fingertips and it makes you go crazy.
âTell me what you want doll.âÂ
Toji whispers as he leans in to place hot-mouthed kisses across your neck. You mewl at his touch as you feel his lips move along your body as he kisses and licks your smooth skin. You feel his breath against you and itâs weirdly comforting in a way. Heâs so close to you that it sends you into a frenzy. Your hands reach up to knot into his hair, pushing him impossibly closer towards you. His fingers never stop their movements, each thrust causing a jolt of pleasure to sing through your body. You can do nothing but moan as he scissors you open, adding more fingers in as you indulge him in your noises.
âBe a good girl and tell me what you want from me.â
His voice is deep and oh so seductive. Youâre sure heâs an incubus in disguise by the sheer aura he exudes. His confidence in himself and his abilities irritate you beyond belief but you know itâs not misplaced by the way heâs making you fall apart on his fingers alone. Your eyes rake over his muscled body, the darky inky tattoos that littler his skin. You feel your fingertips trace each individual art piece and then suddenly youâre falling into his chest.Â
âF-Fuck off.â You manage to stutter out.
Toji smirks when he feels your pussy throb and drip. The wet sounds of your sopping cunt fill his ears and he doesnât think heâs ever heard something so addictive in forever. Paired with your desperate moans he canât help but want more of you. Your pussy tightens around his digits and you try to keep yourself up but it proves difficult. Youâre gasping for air, feeling light-headed. Toji notices and he grins at your cuteness.Â
âYouâre so adorable when you want to be.â He sighs as he twirls a strand of your hair. Youâre embarrassingly close and all you need is for another curl of Tojiâs deliciously thick fingers to bring you closer to the edge. You feel yourself clenching around him, your gummy walls begging for your orgasm but you refuse to beg, not to him of all people. Toji grins at your determined expression, it really is cute how you think you have some sort of power in this situation.
Your eyes flutter shut as you feel his thumb rub your clit harshly, bringing you so close to your release. âT-Toji Iâm so, nghhh, Iâm s-so close! Oh my goddd-â Your words are cut off as yet another lewd moan escapes your lips. Youâre so close and you can feel it. You feel your pussy tighten and your body starts shaking with pleasure. You just need one more push, one final push.
And then without any warning itâs all gone. Your eyes shoot open and you see the smug face of Toji Fushiguro, fingers in his mouth as he sucks them sensually. You see the way your arousal coats his digits as he places them in his mouth, tongue swirling over them. Your thighs clench together as you watch him. Heâs way too sexy for his own good. Tojiâs smirking at you widely and you would have found it hot if he hadnât just ripped your orgasm away from you. You glare at him, ready to pounce.
âWhy the fuck would you even-â
âShame youâre a brat most of the time.â He interrupts you, fingers still in his mouth. You scowl at his comment despite having him just inside you. âWe need to learn how to shut you up donât you think?â
Itâs so fucking hot how heâs able to get you on your knees so quickly. The floor might be dirty but you couldnât care less. You donât know what overcomes you but your mouth is already open when heâs unbuckling his belt and when you see his cock you only salivate more. Tojiâs big, that's undeniable. His cock is so pretty, the prettiest youâve ever seen. Heâs so thick and the tipâs flushed pink and thereâs pre cum oozing out. He smirks at your awe, bringing his length closer to your face as you watch, pussy pulsating at the sight.Â
âYou look like such a desperate slut. What would the higher ups say if they say you like this huh doll?â His tone is teasing and he inches his cock towards your open mouth and you take him slowly. Itâs almost as if youâre in a trance as you feel him fill your mouth. You look up at him and Toji moans as he feels your tongue swirl around his top. âThere we go, such a good girl fâme.â
His praise sings through your ears and you feel yourself grow hot just at his words. Your hands reach up to wrap around the base of his cock as you take the first few inches. Toji brushes a hand through your hair and you lean into his grasp before squealing when he tugs harshly. Pain shoots through your head as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes. You see the dark dangerous glint thatâs in them.
âYouâre gonna suck like you mean it doll.â He growls before thrusting into your mouth causing you to gag as his length hits the back of your throat. Tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to breathe through your nose. His scent fills your senses and itâs poisonous how much you want him. âGo on then, whatâs taking you so long?â
You whimper as you feel his tight grasp on your hair tighten and you get to work. You bob your head up and down, sucking him dry as you moan around his length repeatedly. Toji smirks when he sees you choking on him. He watches as you try your best to take all of him while looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. He loves the way youâre so obviously struggling with drool dripping out of your mouth yet youâre still so determined. Itâs pathetic but he loves it so much.
âJust a nasty cockslut arenât you?â Toji snarls as he buries you full of him. You whine in retaliation, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you do so. âCame here to kill me but youâre sucking me off instead, god what a filthy whore.â
Itâs humiliating and you feel yourself burn with embarrassment. If anyone were to walk in and find the both of you like this that would be horrifying. But you know that wonât happen since Toji probably has his men positioned outside the bathroom denying anyone access as he fucks you silly then again he might not.
âNghh- T-Toji canât, hnngh, breathe-â You manage to say despite your best efforts the phrase comes out more like a jumbled mess of words rather than a coherent sentence. If Toji understands you he ignores you completely. He coos as you try your ebay to take all of him. You look so cute on your knees sucking him off that he could get used to seeing you like this.Â
You feel your mind turn foggy as your throat starts to feel bruised from the sheer force he is thrusting into you with. Your knees have been hurting from kneeling for so long that you have resorted to sitting down fully as you take his cock. Saliva drips from your chin and you know itâs messy and you know itâs disgusting but you feel so horny. Your thighs clench as you watch the man above you fuck your mouth. Tojiâs abs glisten with sweat and your eyes trail his toned body. His thighs are thick and your imagination runs wild as you think about what you can do sitting on them. Your pussy throbs at the thought.
âYouâre thinking dirty thoughts arenât you doll?â Toji catches your wandering eyes and his hand comes down to grip your chin. You whimper. âCâmon now why donât you focus on one thing at a time.â
You nod your head as the tears spill from your eyes. Toji only grins as he lets you get him off. He watches as you let him fuck your mouth quicker as you moan like a slut beneath him. He sees the way your expression twists into one of pure pleasure every time he pulls on your hair and he relishes in the fact he can make you feel so good. He moans every time he feels your cute little tongue swipe against his cockhead, teasing him further to his release. You look up to him with those seemingly innocent eyes and it has him edging closer and closer.
âYouâre gonna make me, f-ffuckk, cum if youâre not careful doll.â
Toji watches as your eyes light up at the mention of him filling your mouth and it only spurs him on. Youâre so cute and he wants to - no needs to - ruin you. You suck harder trying your hardest to bring him to his orgasm and Toji lets out a mix of curses as his cock twitches in your mouth. You feel his cock throb before he bursts inside of you. His thick cum coats your tongue and you feel the hot sensation spread throughout your body. Toji doesnât taste horrible and it isnât the bitter or sour taste that youâre used to.Â
He pulls out of your mouth once heâs done spurting all of his cum into your mouth and he grins when you open showing him you've swallowed it all. He brushes his thumb over your lips and you feel him swipe the mixture of liquid over your chin. You would feel embarrassed of the mess youâve made but the sheer neediness of your pussy distracts you from everything else.
âPleaseâŠâ You whisper, your voice hoarse. Youâve long abandoned any self respect or dignity you have. All you need now is his cock buried in your heat, fucking you senseless. You couldnât care for rules or procedures. You need Toji Fushiguro and you need him now. âPlease fuck me Toji.â
The man in question smirks at your demand. He stares at you, dark eyes boring into your soul. âSee itâs not so hard, all you had to do was ask nicely.â
Toji picks you up before you have a chance to respond. His strong arms carry you up from the floor and you squeak when he places you on the edge of the sink. The hard porcelain digs into your thighs, but the discomfort is drowned out by the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. Your back is pressed against the mirror and Tojiâs right in front of you, hair mused because of you. His fingers find their way to your pussy again and his smirk widens when he feels just how wet you are.
âLook how wet sheâs gotten.â He coos, flicking your clit a little. âDid you get turned on from sucking me off doll?â His voice drops deeper and you whimper as he plunged two fingers inside, stretching you open. You gasp when he curls his digits, hitting that familiar spot again. âDid you imagine my cock pounding this pretty little pussy until itâs broken?â You canât seem to say anything, mind blank from the pleasure youâre receiving. Tojiâs fingers still and you watch as his expression darkens. âAnswer me brat.âÂ
Your lips tremble as you feel your body squirm. Everything feels too good and all your senses feel overstimulated. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out. Toji refuses to move but your pussy still clenches around him pathetically.Â
âI-I didâŠâ You breathe out, chest heaving up and down as you try to hold in your noises.
âThere it is.â He starts to move again, slowly but surely. âYou gotta make sure you answer my questions doll, I hate it when people ignore me.â
You nod your head helplessly, whimpering as you do so. His fingers curl inside you and you squeal at the movement, collapsing onto his chest as you feel your lower half tense up. Youâre so close and Toji knows what heâs doing when he teases you like that. Itâs so fucking annoying but god does it feel so good. You whine his name over and over again begging for more like a desperate bitch in heat. All dignity has left your body as you become putty in his hands.
âToji Toji Tojiiii! P-Please I need m-more, please just need to - nghhh - feels goodâŠâ You moan out as your hands find their place on hsi broad shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as you feel your hips raise higher. Toji hisses at the pain before leaning in to kiss you. Itâs hot and searing as both your lips move against each other. Heâs not gentle at all and it only makes you clench around him tighter. âGonna cum gonna cum gonna cummm-â
Toji pulls away from you, moving his fingers faster as his other hand goes to rub your sensitive clit. âCâmon doll, cum all over my fingers, show me how dirty you are, let me see you make a mess of yourself like a good girl.â He purrs and itâs all you need before youâre spasming around his digits. You feel a gush of liquid spray from your pussy and you gasp when you realise you squirted all over the man you were supposed to kill. You feel your body ache as you orgasm, each bone in your body rattles with pleasure as you moan continuously.Â
Toji smirks at the mess youâve made, sliding his fingers out and gathering all your liquid before pushing it back into you. âSuch a pretty pussy, listen to how she speaks doll.â His fingers push into you and you simper when you hear the lewd squelching of your spent pussy. He purposefully moves slowly, letting your mouth hang open as you savour every inch he pushes inside of you. Your chest heaves up and down, your lungs burn from the breath youâve lost. Toji looks up at you, his eyes no longer transfixed on your pussy. âOh you didnât think we were finished did you?â
Your eyes widen when you feel his cock prod your entrance. Your eyes lock with his and Toji has a cocky glint in his eye and thatâs all you see before your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you feel him bottom out. His cock stretches you out and heâs just so thick. His cock practically forces you open, prying your insides apart as he bullies his way into you. Tears gather at your eyes once more and they become misty as they fall freely down your face. You feel as though your own sanity has left you as all you can think about is his cock.Â
âS-So big- oh! T-Toji feels too-â
âFuck- yâsure youâre not a virgin? Why the fuck is she so tight then? Have you been neglecting this pretty thing?â He grunts as his hands grip your hips. You can only reply in broken whines and itâs no use because none of it makes sense. âTch, from now on this pussy belongs to me and itâs gonna remember the shape of my cock because Iâm gonna fuck you stupid daily, got that?â
His words barely register in your mind but the idea is pleasing enough for you to nod your head frantically. You donât care anymore what your supervisor would think, what anyone would think? You didnât care. Youâre too cockdrunk to even fathom the punishment you might face once you return to headquarters but all you need right now is Toji to fuck you like the slut you are.Â
âI said got that?â His hips snap to yours hardly, eliciting a low moan.
âY-Yes!â
Your head flings back as his cock fucks into you. Each thrust is merciless and heâs unrelenting with his fucking. Tojiâs only thought is your sweet hot pussy and how pretty it looks sucking in his thick cock. He wants the sight ingrained in his memory, to constantly stare at the way it looks so mesmerising. Heâs pounding into you roughly, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and he reaches his hand up to push his locks out of his eyes.Â
Your eyes flit to his fingers, the fingers that look so hot and Toji notices. He smirks as he pops them into his mouth, sucking them in front of you, eyes looking directly at yours. You feel your pussy squeeze his cock and he moans and you catch a glimpse at his saliva-coated digits. Your mouth falls open once more and he seizes the opportunity to shove the same fingers into your mouth and you moan too.
You feel the rough fingertips press down on your tongue and you suck. It feels so good. You feel your thighs tremble as his cock pushes in and out of your gummy walls. They have him in a tight hold, one unwilling to let go and all you can do is gasp and whine. Toji adjusts the way you sit and at once you feel his cock hit at a different angle causing you to tumblr forward with a squeal. He grins and buries his head into your shoulder, fucking you even harder than before.
âCâmon doll, you gotta sit up nice and straight fâme, spread those legs and let me fuckinâ ruin you.â His words are enough to have you wanting to cum right there and then but you know it wonât end well. He tugs you to meet his hips and your hands fly to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath your hands. âSuch a slutty pussyâŠf-fuckk, youâre gonna be my personal cum dump arenât you? Gonna let me fuck this pussy whenever I want, my hole to use?â
âMhmm- y-yes yes yes! Yours T-Toji, Iâm y-yours-âÂ
Itâs so fucking filthy the way your lips are wrapped around his fingers, drool dripping down your chin. Your moans only get louder and louder as Toji buries himself balls deep into your cute little cunt. His cock stuffs you so full and his hand reaches down to press against your stomach to make sure you know exactly how deep he is. You gasp when you feel the faint outline of just whatâs splitting you open so deliciously. You shiver from his touch as you feel your desire shoot through your body. Your knuckles turn white at how hard youâre clenching your fists as you sob out moans and cries. Toji groans at your pretty noises, fucking you deeper as he desperately tries to make you moan louder for him.
âMake a mess doll, know yâwanna cum so badly.â His breath is hot on your ear and you feel yourself melt as your pussy finally gives in. Youâre gushing all over him, body throttling as you feel strangled sobs leave your throat. Toji keeps pounding into you, cock brushing against your velvety walls as he chases his own orgasm. âSuch a good fuckinâ girl- fuck! Keep squeezing me like that doll.â
You feel his cock twitch inside of you and suddenly you feel heat seep into your cunt. You grip onto him tighter, pulling him impossibly closer as your hips raise to capture more of his cum. He floods your walls, painting them a delicious shade of white. Itâs a sticky gooey mess between your thighs but Toji keeps his cock plugged inside of you to make sure nothing leaks out. Your bodyâs exhausted and youâre still breathing heavily and Tojiâs still tucked into the crook of your neck.
âThatâŠthat felt amazing.â You mumble under your breath.
Toji lifts his head and thereâs already his signature cocky grin on his face. He presses his forehead to yours. âI meant what I said, youâre now mine and I donât care who Iâve pissed off but tonight youâre leaving with me and Iâm gonna fuck you until the sun rises.â Your pussy clenches around his cock unintentionally from his words and Toji groans. âYou gonna let me do that doll?â
You glance up at him and though youâre already so fucked-out you still want more and you couldnât care less about what anyone else thought. âYes please.â
Toji smirks before he slowly pulls out, cock dripping from the nasty mess the both of you have made. It drips on the floor but neither of you care too much. You reach for your clothes, hastily putting them back on. He grabs your hand and the both of you stumble towards the door, pushing it open and the loud bass enters your ears once more. You see him whisper to a man by the wall and then heâs pulling you out of the club. Your heart pounds as you watch the muscled man drag you along and you feel your pussy grow wet at the thought of what the both of you were gonna do tonight.
You know youâll have to face the consequences sooner or later but you much prefer the latter option.
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scared half to death
đȘïžïżŒtyler owens x fem!reader ïżŒ
â genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers
â wc: 2.7k
â summary: tyler owens is not easily angered, but when the love of his life runs into an incoming tornado without a second thought, his emotions get the better of him.
â warnings: a very upset tyler, yelling, language
note: so i watched twisters and it was actually everything to me! the brainrot is bad and iâve been wanting to write for tyler ever since i saw it, so here it is! this is very much the idiots in love trope because itâs one of my favorites. enjoy! :)
âWhere is she?â
Tyler isnât sure if heâs ever felt this angry before. He considers himself a fairly easy going man, always quick to make light of a situation and put everyone in the room at ease with his charming, joking nature.
But this was different. This had his heart pounding, his ears ringing. His face is flushed red and he feels like he can hardly breathe.
All because of her.
He slams the door of his truck, approaching his crew in the gas station parking lot with a look on his face thatâs so completely un-Tyler that it makes them all shift uneasily.
âWhereâsâŠwho?â Boone tries weakly, unsuccessful in his attempt to play dumb. Lily rolls her eyes and elbows him in the ribs, shooting him a glare.
Tyler clenches his jaw, for once not in the mood for his friendsâ antics. âYou know damn well who Iâm talking about.â
They all exchange glances, his uncharacteristic demeanor both surprising and concerning. This isnât the calm, charismatic frontman of the Tornado Wranglers theyâre used to.
âSheâs in the RV, but I donât think-â Dani begins, but heâs already beelining for the camper before they can finish. He can hear his heartbeat pulsing in his ears as he nearly bursts through the door, finding her sitting at the small table in the back with her head in her hands.
Her gaze snaps up at the sound of his entrance into the RV, and her face immediately drops when she sees him practically fuming. âTyler-â she says urgently, instantly on her feet as he approaches as if sheâs about to defend herself. But he isnât having any of it.
âYou wanna tell me what the hell you were thinking out there?â He seethes, suddenly towering over her with his jaw clenched and hands on his hips. She swallows thickly, nervous around this version of him. Terrified to have upset him, disappointed him.
âTyler, I promise, I was just trying to do the right thing-â she starts again, her tone practically pleading, but he just scoffs. ïżŒïżŒ
âThe right thing?â He questions in disbelief, cutting her off with a shake of his head. âYou call nearly getting yourself killed in the field âdoing the right thingâ?â
She squeezes her eyes shut at the reminder of what sheâd done, at the venom in his voice thatâs ordinarily so gentle when directed at her. Memories of what had transpired nearly 20 minutes ago flood her mind and she feels a lump forming in her throat.
âI couldnât let our data get lost,â she whispers weakly, her gaze glued to the floor in shame. âBullshit,â he mutters, jaw clenched as his breath picks up. His eyes search her face, grasping to understand why the hell she had risked her life the way she had.
âYou donât run into the path of an incoming EF3 to recover some stupid equipment for our disruption research,â he practically spits, his voice growing louder, more emotional.
âThat equipment is completely replaceable. You sure as hell arenât. So I want to know why on godâs green earth you thought it was a good idea to run headfirst into danger like that.â
Her breath hitches, her eyes welling up with unshed tears at the reminder of her brashness. She feels ashamed and almost embarrassed as Tyler practically berates her.
They were best friends, a pair that the rest of the team liked to call the âdynamic duo.â With a shared passion for tornadoes and a taste for danger, they had instantly clicked from the moment they met during a chase a few years ago, becoming inseparable. Which is why Tylerâs harsh reminder of her stupidity stung so painfully.
She wasnât used to hearing him so upset, so emotional in the worst way. With her, his tone was always soft, teasing, sometimes so overtly flirty that it would leave her heart pounding and her cheeks flushed.
But this was different. Now his gaze was harsh, curses unnaturally tumbling from his lips as she struggled to explain herself. And she hated every moment of his scrutinizing stare.
âYouâve worked so hard on putting together the equipment for the disruption research. I didnât want you to have to start from scratchâŠnot after all the effort you went through,â she explains pathetically, her voice cracking slightly as her emotions begin to shine through.
Tyler shakes his head, stepping even closer into her space. âAnd you thought it was worth risking your life for?â He grits out, his furrowed brow and downturned lips looking so unnatural on his normally smiling face.
Another shuddering breath escapes her as she catches herself from revealing the true reason sheâd been so careless, from baring her soul and telling him that sheâd run into the path of an incoming tornado because she loved him more than anything. That the thought of his disappointed face, his devastation over months of work lost to an unpredictably large tornado, hurt her so much that she would have done anything to save that equipment.
Anything to make him happy, to be the hero that he was to her.
âI- I didnât get hurt, I knew I had time to get at least some of it-â she stammers, but she canât get the words out.
âYou didnât have time!â He practically yells, gripping her shoulders and giving her a gentle shake. His eyes are wide, his gaze burning as he stares down at her.
âIf Boone hadnât been close by with his truck, you couldâve easily not made it. You couldâve died,â he chokes out, his grip on her tightening. His eyes are watering now, his anger fizzling out into something more desperate, more panicked.
Tyler still remembers the pure, unadulterated fear heâd felt as she slipped out of the safety of his truck before he could stop her, sprinting out into the open field where the winds and torrential rain were getting worse by the second.
He remembers the devastated scream of her name that had ripped itself from his chest, lost to the howling winds.
He sure as hell canât forget the feeling of overwhelming fear and helplessness that overtook him when the rain became so intense that he could not longer see her, no longer assure himself that she hadnât been sucked up into the raging funnel or hurt by the flying debris.
It was only when he got radio confirmation from Boone five minutes later, stating that she was safe in their truck with some of the equipment intact, that he even knew she was alive.
It had been the most hopeless, terrifying five minutes of his life.
âDonât you understand what you mean to everyone? What you mean to me?â He rasps, his voice quieter now, more broken. âSome stupid equipment for an experiment isnât worth your life, Y/N. Not in the least.â
His eyes are tender now as they rake over her face, scanning the scrapes and cuts littering her cheeks, the patch of dried blood clinging to her temple. His heart aches at the thought of her getting hurt, even if the injuries are small.
She notices that nearly all of his anger has left his body, replaced by the emotion that had truly been brewing beneath the surface: crippling fear at the possibility of losing her.
A silent tear runs down her face at his softer, more vulnerable words, her heart breaking as she realizes the effect her thoughtless actions have had on the man she loves. Heâs quick to gently wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, his touch lingering on her cheek as he gazes at her.
âIâm sorry,â she whispers, her voice breaking as she chokes back a sob. In an instant, heâs enveloping her in his tight, comforting hold, cradling her head to his chest and pulling her so close to him that their bodies are practically molded together.
âShhhâŠitâs alright, sweetheart,â he gently hushes, his hand stroking through her hair as she cries softly against him. Heâs back to himself now, all anger and frustration long abandoned in favor of his naturally calm, caring demeanor. Through her tears, she feels herself flushing slightly at his term of endearment.
âIâm the sorry one. I shouldnât have yelled at ya, you didnât deserve it,â he murmurs into her ear, his arms tightening around her.
He internally berates himself for defaulting to anger when she had also probably been scared and upset. But thinking she had died in that tornado just for attempting to recover his equipment had struck something so deep within him that his brain had reacted irrationally.
He stews in his remorse for a moment longer before admitting a truth that might be a little too vulnerable, a little too revealing of his deep and unwavering love for her, but he has to get it off his chest.
ââŠYou just scared me half to death, darlinâ. I canât lose you...I canât. It would tear me apart worse than a damn tornado ever could.â His whispered words are so raw and tinged with devastation that her breath hitches against his chest.
Slowly, she peels herself away from his comforting embrace to get a good look at him, and what she finds makes her heart clench in her chest. ïżŒ
ïżŒHis eyes are red and glassy, obvious signs that heâd been crying. His muscles are taught with anxiety, like every fiber in his body had been tense ever since she fled his truck. His hair is slightly tousled and she instantly knows heâd been running his hand through it the way he does when heâs stressed.
The thought that she could cause him this much worry, this much pain, sucks the breath from her lungs and makes her feel dizzy.
âI only tried to save the equipment because I knew how important the research was to you,â she whispers, her voice still shaky but full of sincerity.
âI know how much it means to you, finding a way to keep these tornadoes from causing so much damage to innocent lives. I just- I wanted to do something brave and selfless for you, the way you always have for me,â she admits softly, swallowing as she meets his gaze.
His lips part slightly at her admission, the reverence in her words staggering. Hearing that she cares for him, finds him brave and selfless, wants to return the way he makes her feel, fills his heart with a love so deep he feels like heâs drowning in it.
âY/N, youâre-â he rasps, pausing to clear his throat when he hears how raw and weak his voice sounds.
âYouâre so damn sweet. Your heart is so big. Thatâs what I love about you. But please, donât be as stupid as me. I throw myself headfirst into danger so much because I donât think firstâŠmy judgement gets clouded by the thought of helping someone and I get tunnel vision. Which has put me in one too many potentially life-ending scenarios,â he murmurs, his hands squeezing her slightly as they rest on her shoulders.
âI canât- I wonât let you be that careless. You mean too much to me.â
Her eyes widen at the tenderness in his voice, the affection and worry dripping from every word. It feels like their conversation is breaching on something deeper, something much more vulnerable and terrifying.
Her mind is hung up on his soft thatâs what I love about you. Even hearing the word love directed at her from the mouth of Tyler Owens makes her head spin and her face heat up, and sheâs unsure if sheâs even breathing anymore.
âTylerâŠâ she manages, her voice threatening to break with the overwhelming swirl of emotions running through her. She canât help herself, knows that sheâs finally going to put it out there, tell him how she feels no matter how scary it might be.
âI love-â his lips are on hers before she can even finish. The sensation of Tyler kissing her is unlike anything sheâs ever felt, and sheâs damn sure she never wants him to stop.
His large hand tenderly cups her cheek while the other snakes into her hair, tangling his fingers through the strands as he pulls her even closer. She gasps softly as his grip tightens, his lips moving against her own with an almost feral desperation.
The salt from her tears mixes with his sweet taste â something like honey and peppermint â and she melts further into him and his warmth. She can feel him pour every ounce of his turbulent, pent-up emotions into the kiss, and it leaves her completely breathless.
Heâs waited for this moment for so long, and after thinking heâd lost her today, heâd be content to just kiss her like this for the rest of time. Reassuring himself thatâs sheâs still there, that sheâs his. Showing her what she means to him.
Finally getting a grip on his emotions, Tyler pulls away for a moment, wanting to make sure he hasnât misread the signs, misinterpreted what heâd felt brewing between them for so long.
But a wide, disbelieving grin spreads across her face as she fights to catch her breath, and he suddenly has no doubt that sheâs been his all along.
âIâve been waiting for that for- well, I donât even know how long,â she laughs breathlessly, slightly woozy from his intoxicating taste.
He huffs a laugh in return, his eyes shining with an overwhelming adoration for the woman before him. âYeahâŠI think Boone might owe Dexter and Lily some money,â he jokes softly, his thumb gently brushing her rain-soaked hair away from her face.
His eyes roam over her, taking in every inch of her muddy clothes, her scraped up hands, the shallow cut on her temple. Regret courses through him at the way heâd raised his voice at her, even if it had been out of fear of losing her.
âAre you sure you werenât hurt?â He murmurs, his voice lower and more serious than before. She gently nods, her hand moving to rest on top of his own as it cups her face.
âIâm ok, promise. Itâs just a little scrape from slipping in the mud,â she reassures him, sensing his lingering gaze on her slightly bloodied face. She can practically feel the apprehension in his stare, his constant worry for her well-being so endearing that she just wants to kiss him again and again.
âI promise, Ty. And I swear, I wonât do anything like that again. I just got lost in the moment and didnât think before acting.â He nods slowly, letting the sincerity in her voice wash over her and comfort his racing mind. ïżŒ
âYouâd better not,â he teases softly, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. âIf weâre doing this thing, no more running headfirst into tornadoes, you hear? Canât have my girl acting like an irrational daredevil like me. Iâve been told sheâs smarter than that.â
She feels herself blushing as he calls her his girl, the title rolling off his tongue so naturally that it makes her heart skip a beat. Tyler watches as a hearty laugh escapes her and she leans into his touch, his own smile growing wider.
Suddenly nothing else has ever mattered beyond this moment of her in his arms, blushing and laughing like heâs the funniest damn man in the world.
âOk, alright,â she giggles with feigned exasperation. âNo more running into tornado paths, I swear. Wranglerâs honor. But you have to swear it too. Youâre an adrenaline junkie and a trouble maker, even more than I am.â
He chuckles at her playful jab, his body feeling lighter than it has all day as he finally lets the tension within him fade. Sheâs safe, he tells himself over and over. Sheâs alive, sheâs teasing him like she always does, and sheâs got him smiling like a damn fool.
âBaby,â he mutters with that teasing glint in his eye, âyou need to get my head checked if I ever run away from you and into a tornado. No man in his right mind would leave a gorgeous thing like you for some wind.â
Before she can reply to his ridiculous comment, he captures her lips once more with his own, relishing in the way she smiles against him as he pulls her closer.
This is all Tylerâs ever wanted - all heâs ever needed. Just her, safe and sound, loving him in all his flaws and worry for her.
If her running into that damn field led to this moment, this reality where sheâs finally his, then so be it. Heâs never been more grateful for a tornado.
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