#he told us to lick his nuts and i was like who the fuck did you say that too bc you didn’t say it to fucking us

[lilgynt]

i guess my new fear response is anger? gonna roll with it

[xotication]

more ken hcs, some sfw & some nsfw. (most for female bodied readers)

sfw -

• ken loves listening to you speak. especially after a long day? he just wants you to calm him down by telling him how your day has been & what you did.

• acts of service bf all the way.

• he’ll see you struggling to open something & politely remove it from your hands just to hand it back opened with a light grin on his face.. he loves being helpful to you sm.

• even when you’re with family, he never stops to ask if anyone needs help. he’s gonna occupy himself with work one way or another.

• he loves brushing your hair after showers, before you go out, or even before you style it. he thinks it’s so cute :(

• always has an arm around you or on your thigh, no matter what.

• learns how to remove makeup bc you fall asleep with yours on sometimes..

• def the type of bf to stand in front of you if you’re arguing with someone. like he’ll let you talk as much shit as you want.. from BEHIND him. whole time he’s staring down whoever you’re arguing with.

• takes so many pictures of you. he doesn’t care what you’re doing at all, anything & everything you do is picture-worthy in his eyes. his whole camera roll is made up of you, random pictures of nature he takes, & more you..

• he once told you that you look like a cigarettes after sex song & you bawled your eyes out.

• constantly cancels plans with others to make time for you.. his friends hate him for it but, who cares?!

• quiet in public, chaotic behind closed doors..

• you tell him you like a certain snack or drink once & the next day the fridge/pantry is stocked with it, no doubt.

• gets a kitten because he gets lonely when you’re away he thought it’d make you happy..

• keeps plenty of polaroids of you in his wallet, car, phone case.

• buys anything that reminds himself of you when he’s out running errands & such.

• has abt 3 or more tats of your name idc.

• stops mid video game to text you back.

• puts his hand in your back pocket.

• let’s you do his makeup when you’re bored.

• genuinely asks you to paint his nails, even offers to pay for yours so you can match.

nsfw -

• he’s sosososo gentle with you.

• fav position is missionary bc he adores your pretty face sm.

• ken is AMAZING with his hands..

• you can’t count on two hands how many times he’s made you cum with just his fingers. he knows exactly how to make you feel good.

• i personally think ken sits at a nice 7 inches. like on the dot. not huge or anything. perfectly thick nd everything. he knows how to fucken USE IT. he’s constantly asking how much more you can take..

• bruises your hips & thighs..

• leaves handprints all over you.

• loves loves loves to cum on your belly or your tiddies. he can’t count how many pics he has of you completely fucked out with a load on either body part. he uses them frequently.

• he makes noise, but not too much. most of the time he’s just trying to talk you through your orgasms.

• “i know angel, i know..”

• “doing so good baby, you look so fucken beautiful like this”

• “so deep inside you, i don’t even wanna pull out..”

• chokes you when he feels really really good & forgets his morals just a little bit :3

• bites your neck nd lets blood spill from the wound bc he thinks the shade is beautiful on you.. eventually he’ll lick it up.

• watches it go in n out.. loves to feel the bulge in your tummy.

• when you give him head, he’s always moving your hair out of your face so he can look into your eyes, just for him to push your head down & watch them roll back when you choke.

• when he’s had a long bad day, he gets mean sometimes & makes you beg him to make you feel good.. nd if he doesn’t think you did good enough, he’ll make you watch him jerk off :((((

• won’t even let you get near him either, bc you “don’t deserve to touch him”

• loves to quiet your moans with sloppy wet kisses.

• let’s you sit on his dick & fall asleep while he’s gaming :3

• TIDDIE SUCKERRR LOL.

• sends you nut vids whenever tfk you ask with no hesitation.

the end!

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Three: Negan Smith + 6/9

Negan said he would be back sooner rather then later. He said all he was doing was going to another settlement and getting the supplies before you even knew it he'd be back.

That had been bullshit. Negan had been gone for days now. He had promised you before he left that he would make the wait worth your while. "I promise doll, I'll do whatever you want when I get back." Negan had whispered into your ear.

Negan and you weren't sure onthe PDA of your relationship, even as much as Negan would love to grab your ass and show everyone who lived in the sancatuary that you were his he knew that you weren't as comfortable with that idea. Just yet anyways.

When you heard the loud trucks pile in through the gate, you couldn't help but get excited. Both due to how long he'd been gone, and how much you just wanted his hands on you. You climbed up and out of the bed. Negans shirt wrapped around you.

The clamber of rubber boots on the cement floor. You wait, even thouhg you're done with waiting. Patently waiting for Negan to be done with whatever needless conversation. Your patience was running thinner and thinner by the seconds. When finally you just broke like a damn with gushing water coming out.

You walked over to the Negan and whatever fuck-nut he was currently to, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him away. "Honey…Baby…Y/N?" Negan ushered out. "I'm tired of waiting!" You huff you, "and frankly I don't give a damn about who knows about us anymore." You said as you continued to drag the man behind you.

Negan was so turned on, and so he let you take control for a moment. All the way to the bedroom until you let go of his wrist and pratically pushed him into the room. When the door behind you closed your lips were on Negans. A feverish feeling wrapped around the two of you, as Negan's rough hands took ahold of the borrowed shirt and ripped it off of your frame.

You pushed him back, his knees hitting the edge of the bed. "Shut up, and let me do something for ya." You murured dropping down to your knees. "Yes Ma'ma." Negan's drawl making to drop even further on your knees.

Popping open the buckle, and buttons on Negan's jeans you got to work as you noticed the wet spot on his boxers. "Someone excited?" You tease lightly. "Oh shut up and - Oh fuck" he mutters as you slip him out of his boxers and suck on the tip of his cock. Sucking and sucking, licking up the side of his cock. Negan grabs a handful of yourhead shoving you further down on his cock. The back of your thoart hitting the tip of his cock.

It didn't take to long, "Oh fuck- Y/n, baby god your thoart is so good." Negan moans out in satisfactions. He doesn't let up until you've milked him of all he's got to give you.

Negan let's go of your hair and flops back onto the bed. Chest heaving up and down, you crawled up his body. laying all of your weight on him. "That your version of a good welcome home?" He asks

Three weeks later a rather reverse situation happens.

You hadn't told Negan that you were going out with the scanging group. You didn't even wait for him to wake up before you left with the morning crew, and ventured out into the dead world around you.

You end up finding… nothing, well not nothing a few canned goods, and some other supplies. Nothing of good use comes from your two day trip, but when you came waltzing back into the sanctuary. A very upset, and disgruntled Negan came walking towards you.

"Where the hell did yo-" "I'm sorry I'll get back to ya." You said before Negan could even finish interuptting you. A strong hand wrapped around your bicep dragging you into a more private conversation.

"Like I was trying to say, Where the hell did you think you were going without givin' me a proper fuckin' goodbye?" Negan fauz anger coming out to face you. "Oh love." You whisper sweelty, resting one hand on his breaded cheek.

His face melted at the soft touch of your hand, and then melted into something else. You knew that face, that classic Negan face when he was thinking of all the naughty things he could do to you. All while you were at his whim.

"Come on baby. I've got somethin' for ya." Negans larger hand grabbed the one not on his cheek. Dragging us out of the private conversation, and back into the hall. Passing a few people they all nodded at him, and when we landed at the bedroom door. The air didn't thicken.

With the open of the door, you were hoisted up his hands landing on your ass to keep you braced up agasint him tightly. Your tits pressed so tightly into Negan chest that they were bound to fall out of the shirt you were wearing.

Negans lips landing on the perfect spot right under your ear. Sucking, and licking like he had just gotten his favorite ice cream. Your moans came falling out bouncing on the brick walls of the bedroom. "There you go soundin' so good for me. 'Negan whispered agasint your skin. When he walked the two of you towards the bed you landed with a flop. Your head bouncing ever so slightly on the bed.

He wasn't gentle with your jeans, or your panties. Tearing them both from your body. Your legs lay open, in all the best views of Negans eyes. He just stares at you, and your pussy for a long breath. "Negan?" You ask breathlessly. "Hmm, baby. I just love the way your flex around nothin' God such a pretty little pussy." He murmured before licking a long stripe up your pussy.

Sucking on your clit like it was his only life line. A rough hand shoving up, and under your shirt grabbing one of your tits. Squeezing it tightly before letting go, and playing with the harden nipple.

He devoured your pussy, until he was out of breath. "Fuck Neg-" You moaned out grabbing a fist full of his hair. Pulling and grinding into his mouth. Teasing you greatly as he lightly grabbed your clit with his teeth.

Your legs squeezed Negans head forcing him to stay right where he was as your high hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn't let up until your shaking legs and curling toes caused to much ache and you had to let go.

"So sweet tastin' baby." Negan muttered as he looked up from between your thighs. He was breathing hard, but you couldn't even notice over your own heartbeat in your ears. "Now that sweetheart is a good welcome home." He said to you winking as he climbed up your body.

Completed on: 08/09/23

Posted on: 10/23/23

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[lemon-muncher]

i'm probs really late to this but u know the fic u did with dom reader and kageyama and u added hinata in the end do u mind doing a part two if its no trouble take ur time , if u cant its fine

thx for reading this request

OMG!!! It's no trouble at all. I'm actually on a road trip right now so it gives me something to do😅🤍

Again, I'm going to do my best to make this inclusive to all gender identities but this was written with the mindset of the reader being amab or gender neutral 👍

Oh! I did make the reader a year older than Kageyama and Hinata!

Now Enjoy🥰

Part 1

Kageyama x Reader x Hinata

Hinata was walking home from practice when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Sighing, he looked at his bright screen, finding a message from you.

From: Y/N-Senpai

Come over😊 My address is xxxxxxxxxx

He was confused at the sudden request. It was until he remembered what happened 10 minutes ago. You and Kageyama went to go study and you invited him over to join them. Smirking to himself, Hinata changed his direction to make his way towards your place. I mean, who wouldn't want to see their dumbass best friend try and study for once.

After about 15 minutes of walking, the orange haired male arrived infront of your house. With his usual smile on his face, he placed his small hands on the door knob, entering your home.

It was unusually quiet inside. He wondered around until he saw the stair case that led upstairs. As he made his way up, he heard his friends' voice. "Y/N...please" Hinata laughed assuming Kageyama gave up on studying, wanting to do anything else that didn't involve school work. With each step, the noises became more clear.

Once he was at the top of the stairs, he saw a small hallway. One of the doors was slighty open with the lights on. "Come on sweetheart. I know you can give me one more~" Sweetheart??? Hinata himself knew he wasn't all that smart but he knew that pet names were usually for couples. Confused, he quickly his way to the room. "Y/N-Senpai, it's m-"

After opening the the door all the way, Hinata walked into a sight he was never expecting to see. You on top of his best friend. Your cock buried deep inside of him. Kageyama laid underneath you with a death grip onto the sheets he laid on. His fucked out face was directly facing Hinata. Your smirk pulled Hinata from his frozen state.

"You know Shoyo, when I told Tobio that you were coming over he almost bust a nut right then and there. He's such a slut, don't you think?~" Kageyama groaned at the memory as you continued to fuck him into the bed. "What... What is this? You said you guys were studying!" The orange haired male squeaked out, his hand on the growing boner in his shorts. His eyes kept wondering from your face to Kageyama's tear filled one.

Hinata wasn't sure how he got into this position. His naked, trembling body hovering over your face as he faced Kageyama who was bouncing on your cock like his life depended on it. "Y/N-Senpai~ please don't tease me!" You couldn't help but smirk against the smaller males hole. You licked his hole causing him to jerk forward, his hands flying onto Kageyama's thighs. You skillfully went to start eating him out while simultaneously thrusting up into your boyfriend. "Y/N!!! Fuck! Harder!" The blue eyed male moaned loudly while slamming himself onto you.

Hinata tried to keep himself quiet compared to his friend. Tears started to flow from his eyes from the new sensation he was feeling. The unbelievable pleasure he shared with one of his closest friends and the person he looked up to was too much to comprehend. "Sh-shut up~" Kageyama muttered as he pulled Hinata into a messy kiss. It was heated, and possessive. Kageyama using the other male to keep himself quiet.

Hinata's couldn't help but have his eyes roll towards the back of his head. His hole tensing on your tongue as he cummed onto his and Kageyama's stomachs. He thought you would stop but you continued to work his hole with your tongue. He gasped into your boyfriend's mouth. Kageyama ended the kiss looking at his friends' desperate face. "We can't stop until Y/N's satisfied"

Hinata then knew...

It was going to be a long night.

[bbybaku]

cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki

yes i know its july. 

1.8 k words 

slow burn but there is smut 

warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion

your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.

you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.

the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it. 

but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”

you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.

“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.

“what? we always-“ you asked

“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said

 you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.

you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.

“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.

“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.

“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.

you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it. 

week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.

you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?

you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes 

the movies you had made together.

the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.

he looked pale.

you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.

“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”

you gulped “oh okay”

you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.

the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.

you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.

and he left. 

it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did. 

you texted him to hang out. 

the two of you got coffee then made out in the car. 

his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch. 

shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?” 

you sighed “im sorry i just-” 

he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”

 his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got  when he was irritated. and he knew it. 

“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw. 

“do you want to be like that?”  he talked down to you with a smirk.

“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift. 

you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be. 

the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating. 

he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside. 

“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly. 

he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs” 

the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it. 

he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open. 

you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat. 

shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability. 

he loved having you at his mercy. 

he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs. 

“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.

and just like that he dove right in.  

he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him. 

his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.

“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.

he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit. 

you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp. 

he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling. 

he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache. 

he blew cold air on your exposed heat. 

you cried out. 

and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered 

“please” you whispered

“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing.  i said to beg like the whore you are.” 

you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.” 

“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance. 

he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.

his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles. 

you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache. 

he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds. 

your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release. 

“please i - can i please” you whined. 

shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening 

the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth. 

he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?” 

and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit. 

his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud. 

you were crying at the pleasure. 

his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you. 

your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.

you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.

you could feel him smiling on you.

shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.

he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you. 

if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator. 

your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out. 

your lower body convulsing. 

tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.” 

“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed 

shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh. 

“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could. 

“no” he said sweetly. 

your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked. 

you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences. 

the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator. 

with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up. 

despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony. 

“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths. 

refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants. 

he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground. 

“well what if we” you started. 

“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”

“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.

“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped

“why?" you whinned

he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed. 

“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”

"um i-” 

you went to speak but no words came out. 

shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex” 

“oh” you said feeling yourself blush

he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”

he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine” 

“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck. 

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[xenizaation]

the calligraphy club

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please do not interact!

pairing: fem! reader x ateez

genre: sitcom?, high school! au, smut

word count: 4.6k

warnings: explicit language, substance use (marijuana), mentions of violence, dry humping, slight exhibitionism, slight voyeurism.

a/n: ok so here we have chapter two aaahhhhh. i'm so happy i began writing this mini series it's so fucking fun to plot and write. i hope you guys enjoy it and tune in for the next chapters as well!!! xoxo

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strolling down the noisy hallway is one of the activities you loathe most. not necessarily because of all the noise but more because of your inability to pass through unobserved. everyone acknowledges your presence by greeting you some type of way, be it the silent raise of their eyebrows paired with a friendly smile or the loudest shout of your name, all of your peers do it in some shape or form.

you sometimes told yourself it would be way easier to just barge into the principal's office and announce your arrival to everybody over the speakers, only so you exempt yourself of having to say hi to everybody in return. but you retorted to coming in late everyday, entering the high school just as the bell rings and everyone's off to their class, too busy to see you.

rushing off to your class, you stop unconsciously at a familiar smell in the empty hallway, sniffing around like you're some scent hound. it doesn't surprise you when your nose carries you to a blue door and you chuckle as you enter the room, walking inside confidently.

"oh my god, 4/20 is today?" your voice breaks the quiet atmosphere in between the walls. "why did no one tell me about it?" you ask as you throw your body on one of the comfortable beanbag chairs in the room. the scent is stronger now, drenching your nosteils immediately in satisfaction.

the walls seem to be a darker blue now, in comparison to how you remembered them. did they paint them or did they smoke so much inside here that they turned another shade? they also moved some things around, you notice, the sofa now in a different place, facing the light coming from the windows in the middle of the room, probably to help the members of the calligraphy club to not fall asleep after a heavy blunt. two beanbag chairs in front of the couch, one of which you are sat upon, and a lot of desks that carry many types of papers and inks and writing instruments on top of them. kind of an old school vibe, were it not for the present beanbag chairs.

"you seem to be busy nowadays," the raspy voice of the youngest between the two co-presidents fills the room. "getting familiar with the new guy and all that." honjoong adds as he licks the sticky part of the paper, finishing what you think is, a second joint with admirable dexterity.

"oh, you got the wrong idea, we're not familiar at all." you say, getting more comfortable in the chair beneath you.

half true. as much as you would like to know more about mingi, he always cuts it short only revealing worthless information like what his favorite food is rather than telling you what keeps him up at night (you figured it's kinda early in your relationship to ask him something like that) willingly, offering you his full trust. of course, it's only been a couple of weeks now, so you weren't worried that at some point you'll win him over, it's just that you would've liked it to be sooner. especially with the rumors of his expelling still going around...oh, what you wouldn't give just to find out the truth.

"you've been hanging out with him a lot." hongjoong says, rising an eyebrow expectantly as he lights the joint in between his lips. he puffs it two times then hands it to seonghwa, who is sat beside him, not having muttered even a word up to this point. quite the observer.

"well, he's a tough nut to crack." you mumble through a pout. "and we all know how much i love cracking nuts." you add, directing your gaze to seonghwa, offering him a wide smile as he gives a smug one in return when he inhales the smoke in his lungs with a satisfied groan.

"want some?" the older of the two asks as he leans over with his hand stretched towards you.

"don't mind if i do." you sing-song as you take the joint from seonghwa's hand, your fingers dragging gently upon his as you do.

you place it in between your lips carefully, inhaling an experimental amount just so you can get familiar with the shit that's inside. good as always, the smoke satisfies your lungs as it goes in, and you let it out with a grin.

"why is it you always have the good stuff?" you cry out loud as you hand hongjoong the stuff in question.

"because we have money and a good dealer." seonghwa answers bluntly, watching your every move like a hunter watches prey.

there were many males in your highschool but park seonghwa was the only one you would call a man. the rest were mere boys, kids even. seonghwa had a 'je ne sais quois' about him, one that would always leave you watching him in awe and admiration. every single thing he did seemed enticing and spectacular in the manner that he did it. the way his delicate fingers would roll a joint, how his tongue was eager to lick the paper and then his lips...his fucking perfect plump lips which you wished to stare at for a fucking lifetime. it drove you crazy, how he would look at you after a smoking session, through heavy lids and reddened eyes, his eyelashes blurring his vision the same way yours did. if choi san made you nervous, park seonghwa was even worse. he intimidated you.

you've never been one to back away from people you liked but with him? acting upon your carnal desires for park seonghwa made you back out in fear.

"right," you say when the joint reaches seonghwa's hand again. "maybe you can put me in contact with this dealer of yours." you smile at hongjoong and he mimicks it, shaking his head.

"then you'll never come around, baby." seonghwa answers again, voice more glazed now as the pet name leaves his mouth. you smile as you reach for the joint again, seonghwa hands it to you with a glorious look on his face, as he notices the faintest blush present over your cheeks.

"tell us about this new guy." hongjoong demands as you inhale your second hit.

"not much to say," you reply as you exhale the thick cloud of smoke out.

"oh, come on, no dirty little secret that he let out to you?" seonghwa is the one to talk this time, the pink hair on his head bouncing as he tilts it to one side.

"nope. i told you, tough nut to crack." you say as you lean over to hongjoong, handing him the joint. a sigh leaves your mouth as you start feeling all your body weight pulling you deeper into the chair, an effect of the weed that never seemed to disappear, no matter how many times you smoked. "plus, secrets stay in between friends, don't they?" your question comes out more stingy than you would maybe like it, making a silent reference to all the times they told you stuff, even about each other, that you haven't let out into the world.

"let's remember we're friends, right?" hongjoong has the same tone as yours, his quick tongue not wasting any second in reminding you of all the benefits you had by being cordial with them, one of them happening right now. smoking for free isn't something many in this school would allow even you, especially when it's quality weed like this.

"and thank god we are," you say, lolling your head from side to side below the gaze of the two males in front of you. "that shit's fucking crazy!" you add, pointing to the joint still in hongjoong's little hand. seonghwa gives a low chuckle before the thing in question finally reaches his grasp again.

"he put on quite a show a few days ago," the taller mumbles before inhaling a deep hit in his lungs. you look over to him suddenly, with your eyes as wide as you can conjure them to get as if you were asking 'you saw that?' but your words didn't really reach your mouth anymore.

"maybe you can introduce him to us." he finishes, holding the joint towards you.

"pass." you whisper as you flick your wrist, and you're not sure which offer you deny. maybe both.

"didn't take you for a pussy." hongjoong says as he innocently laughs.

"i still have to get to class, wouldn't want you to carry me bride style to there." you manage to mutter as you close your eyes, now fully understanding why the sofa on which they're standing is facing the window. you could really need some sunlight right now to keep you awake.

"that wouldn't be a problem." seonghwa urges as he looks over your layed out figure, thinking of the many other places he would carry you to.

you still don't budge, for right now it was enough, you didn't want it to be too obvious for the other people that you skipped first period to get high. but hey, who would be blaming you? everyone needs a cool off from time to time. even you. especially you.

"we want him in our club," hongjoong finally informs you, quitting in the act of beating around the bush, thing he did since you decided to sit down in the room. "a new face would be refreshing, and he seems interesting to say the least." the black haired boy says as he takes another hit.

what does mingi know about calligraphy? you didn't even see him write until now. but further than this facade, you knew it was not so much about the knowledge of the art but the social status it would bring to their club. everyone would be so shocked to see mingi in any club, considering how he didn't show any particular interest into any of them, not even when you presented them to him. if mingi joins a club it would be the talk of the school for at least two weeks. maybe two weeks and a half. and that was exactly what park seonghwa and kim hongjoong wanted.

"i don't think he even wants to join a club." you finally let out, sighing one more time as you look over to them. they look at each other, and then to you again.

"just let him know we're interested in having him around." seonghwa is the first to talk.

"and make some good publicity for us, would you?" hongjoong chimes in as he lifts to his feet abruptly and you wonder how he musters the power to do so. but then you remember they smoke here almost every day, so it would be even stranger if it was the other way around. "gonna get some water, you want anything?" he says, looking at the both of you.

you shake your head slowly and hear seonghwa mutter a quiet no, before hongjoong's light footsteps resound in the room. a door is shut off, the same as your eyes, and only silence follows. you feel to good to say anything right now, fingertips dingling in joy as a quiet warmth washes over your whole body, it makes you laugh out loud. nothing amusing in particular, just all the stress finally leaving your body with every exhale.

you open your eyes as you finish laughing, only to find seonghwa looking down to you with a 'way too attractive for you to ever handle well in this situation' smirk.

"can i have one last hit?" you ask cutely.

"sure." seonghwa says but doesn't move an inch, he just maintains eye contact with you in a manner that's not short of intimate. you blink at him, a bit confused. "come and get it." he teases, and you wonder if it's unconsciously; the way his back presses into the cushion more, how his thighs spread apart wider or how he takes another hit just to piss you off. did he plan this out or is it just a coincidence?

"c'mon seonghwa, you really gonna make me..."

"mhm." he interrupts with an approving hum. you roll your eyes and slowly manage to get to your feet, trying not to let the dizziness knock you out. as you gain your balance, you make your way across the short space in between you and him, and settle right in front of his body.

you lean over, to take the joint from his hand but he pulls it back, enlarging th distance between you and it. you laugh, poking your tongue in your cheek when you confirm in your head the game he's playing. it would be of no use denying that you want it as well, right?

"in the mood for toying with my patience?" you ask seonghwa, pressing both of your palms a bit above his shoulders on the couch's grey cussion so you can lower yourself, resting your face right in front of his. he lifts up slowly, head coming next to yours as he brushes some hair behind your ear.

"ooh, i'm in the mood for toying with more than that." he whispers, and when he settles back into the couch, he makes sure that your body comes along with his- his hand splayed on the small of your back pulling you closer as you instinctively straddle his lap with your thighs, like you did it many times before when in fact, it was the first time you and seonghwa were so close to each other.

nothing makes sense in your intoxicated mind anymore. nothing more than feeling seonghwa underneath you, at least. nothing more than how his hand drags slowly up on your back, reaching the column of your neck from which he softly brushes strands of hair, leaving it naked in front of his heavy lidded gaze.

you watch him as closely as he watches you, anticipating his every move with excitement in your heart and in between your legs. you get more comfortable in your new seat, letting all your weight drop down on seonghwa's sturdy thighs. he huffs as he looks down, examining the exposed skin of your thighs below the hem of your uniform's grey skirt, thinking of just how soft your skin might be, if you gave him permission to touch it. he doesn't yet know that in your head, you already did.

"shotgun?" he asks quietly and the only thing you can do is nod.

his lips engulf the butt as he inhales the last hit of the joint, putting it out in a closeby ashtray right after, before he turns his face back to you. his hand wraps around the back of your neck, and you shiver upon the contact, as he pulls you even closer to his face. you open your mouth, forming a little 'o' with your lips as seonghwa exhales the smoke right into your mouth, only milimiters apart from his lips touching yours.

you inhale all of it, letting the smoke explore your lungs as the relaxing feeling takes over you again, eyes rolling in the back of your head when you exhale everything out. the definition of two contrasting emotions at once, battling inside you. one moment you're feeling nervous because of how close you are with seonghwa right now and your heart beats extremely fast and the next one, you're feeling as if your floating in the naturally illuminated room, right next to the many pages with beautiful ondulated writing and the bottles of ink next to them.

your gaze sets on seonghwa again and you shamelessly place your palms on top of his chest, wishing to close the small space in between you but not being so brave yet as to act upon it. he smiles to you, taking your hand placement as an approval for continuation as his own palms find purchase on your hips, tracing the space from there to your waist. and back. then down the outside of your thighs. then back. it might make you go insane, really.

his nose brushes yours, nudging you in some kind of way to continue what you're doing. seonghwa was as good at being a tease as you were at keeping secrets. no wonder he allured you to him every time you were in the same room.

his hands take you by surprise when they stop back on their original place, on your hips, and push you down into his crotch, creating a sort of friction that you might be too ashamed to admit has your heat pooling right above him. seonghwa shows a smug smile when you jolt in his lap, repeating his movement as he keepes his face not more than a breath away from yours.

your nails now dig into his shoulders, and it takes everything you have not to let out some more than breathy moans thanks to the new sensitivity of your body brought to you by the weed. his now growing erection presses deliciously on your clothed core until his motions become yours, and you grind in his lap lewdly. in the back of your head, a little voice asks 'do you think that you're wet enough right now to leave a spot on his pants?' and the thought of it only riles you up even more.

you take it that as much as he likes teasing, he's not a big fan of waiting either. his lips softly press on yours, tongue going inside your open mouth in the blink of an eye. this time you're sure your quiet whimper gets out, and you're even more sure he heard it as he breaks the kiss apart for a short chuckle, sticking his mouth to yours right after the show of pride exits his beautiful mouth.

it's sensual, thoughtful, not a mess of lips and teeth and tongue. something that makes you want more and more and more until you're consumed entirely by it. like a moth drawn to a flame.

the way his head angles to the side so he can have better acces to you, the way his tongue flicks yours playfully before retracting into his own mouth, inviting you to claim him the same way he claims you. the way he nips on your lower lip lovingly, pressing hard enough to arise interest in you but not hard enough to draw any blood. you don't know what seonghwa does in his free time, but it's definitely not the usual high school boy stuff that the other boys you kissed before may do.

he squeezes your hips gently, a breathy moan leaving his own mouth as your lips part briefly, before you take his pillow-like lips against yours again. you press harder into his crotch, feeling the tension build up in both your body and his, tension that feels sweet and bitter at the same time. the rolls of your hips are slow though, savouring every moment in the cloudy daze of your mind, not chasing after any kind of release. and seonghwa does the same, he enjoys it to the last drop, not rushing your movements or his- and you're glad you share the same thought on it: wishing to share a good feeling, a good moment together, rather than asking more of each other.

you feel electrified when his fingertips brush over your exposed thighs again, his touch snapping you awake from even the highest of highs. you break the kiss, silently gasping for air with a sharp inhale as your breath is caught in your throat, all because of his soft touch. fuck, you couldn't last much longer like this; especially with one of his hands now climbing on the inside of your thigh, almost reaching your drenched panties when-

"as much as i'm wishing to see how this plays out, the principal chose to turn a blind eye to smoking, not to having sex." hongjoong's voice bounces around the room, and as soon as you realize, you jump off from seonghwa's lap and next to him.

quickly thinking of a way to remove the spotlight from you, your gaze juggles between hongjoong and seonghwa and you can think of nothing in your fuzzy brain. seonghwa seems half as surprised as you, but not even a quarter the amount of awkward you feel right now, it'shis best friend after all.

"you guys put on quite a show." hongjoong says as he throws his body back on the couch, opening the sealed bottle of water in his hands.

"you were watching?" your voice couldn't come out more flustered even if you tried.

"oh, just thank the universe that i was watching and not somebody else." hongjoong answers, and it leaves you wordless at the realization that he is right but also at how he says it so easily. as if he's watching people almost having sex every day.

as if he's watching seonghwa do it every day.

maybe you found the answer to why seonghwa was such a good kisser. after all, you didn't know everything that happened in the calligraphy club.

"you creep!" you exclaim, reaching over seonghwa to push hongjoong's arm. you both laugh as he hands you the water and you take a short sip, handing it over to seonghwa as well. he looks you in the eyes, smiling pervertedly as he accepts your offer and drinks from the bottle, licking his plump lips right after emptying the recipient's contents.

"so what do you say?" hongjoong voice pierces the silence. "about the new guy." he clarifies after being met with your confused gaze.

coming at least halfway to your senses now, thanks for the scare that the short boy provided, you become more aware of the situation you're in right now, the one you were in before, and the one way before that. you consider it, and deem yourself as nothing more than a mere messenger, not a maker of any decision in this case- that role will be attributed only to mingi.

the bell rings just as you rise from the couch and walk over to pick your bag up from beside your previous seat (and no, not seonghwa's lap), the beanbag chair.

"yeah, i'll tell him." you agree when you get to the door, facing them quickly to say your goodbye with two fingers pointed to your temple and then to them before quickly sliding out the door.

you still yourself when you close it, facing the cold blue surface and leaning your forehead against it softly with an exhale. in just an hour you may have accomplished what you didn't in three years of high school. you may have managed to start a rumour about yourself. that was if anyone else saw you or if hongjoong would decide that keeping his mouth shut won't be enough fun for him. but you couldn't undo things, and you didn't regret them either, you would let fate control how this one would play out.

"skipping class?" a deep familiar voice from behind startles you, and you involuntarily bang your forehead on the door as you jolt. if hongjoong's earlier intrusion wasn't enough to fully bring you to your senses then this definitely was.

"holy fuck, yeosang!" you breathe out as soon as you face the boy, rubbing the spot on your head that was impacted with one hand. "what are you doing?"

"uhmm...honey, the school is public property and this is the hallway. what are you doing?"

"nothing." you are quick to negate everything, speaking right when yeosang finishes talking. "ok, we got high during the first period." good, that was less shocking than whatever more happened in there.

"ugh, i hate that the principal lets them do that here." yeosang says, sounding a tad bit revolted. the principal let the rich kids do many things that were against the rules, that happens when certain parents donate unnerving amounts of money to the school. it was basically impossible for them to get in trouble, not that they really did cause much trouble except turning their beloved club room into a hotbox. you wondered if what hongjoong mentioned is where the principal drew the line- sex in highschool.

"you only hate it because you don't get to benefit from it." you reply to the black haired boy as you both start strolling down the big hallway, looking alive as always when people are starting to make their appearance one by one, infesting the passage just like rodents; some rushing off to their lockers, others gathered in small groups to spread the freshest rumours around.

"yes, that is one of the reasons." yeosang says, elbowing you in the ribs. you grunt as you look at him, being met with only his perfectly crafted side profile. yeosang couldn't care enough about your pain to spare you a glance.

"and what is the reason for you being a bitch today, your highness?" you ask mockingly.

"excuse you, i'm being a bitch every day." he huffs out, dismissively flicking his wrist towards you.

you roll your eyes, inching a bit further away from him so you can prevent any other sudden hits. the eyes surrounding aren't directed towards you now, contrasting the situation with mingi completely. everyone knows you're familiar with yeosang, maybe the only one who is so, just like how you are with them.

when you get to know him, like actually get to know him, kang yeosang is not half bad. of course people wouldn't bother too much in doing so, but neither did he. no one piqued his interest enough, and that was revealed from how he never asked about anyone. but you were happy about that, friendship with yeosang was one of the few that was refreshing around here. even though all else were fun, they did get tiring from time to time, so it was nice to have some different things to talk about with people.

"what you up to this weekend?"

"nothin' much." you answer, shrugging as you look to your right, boo-ing a couple that has a steamy make out session next to the lockers. they look to you and you wink, recognizing them from the book and drama clubs.

"wanna go see a movie?" yeosang asks quietly, as if he was afraid you'd say no. rightfully so, you denied his offers many times just because you had other social gatherings to attend. "there's that cute cashier at the cinema that i haven't seen a quite a while." he adds jockingly.

"sure." you accept with a light chuckle.

as you try to enter the classroom, you're met with mingi trying to exit the place. all three of you stop abruptly and you look at mingi, he looks at you. and then at yeosang, then back at you...fuck. this couldn't be more awkward even if you tried. why is it awkward?

"hi!" mingi tries to sound as jolly as possible when greeting the both of you. "i was looking for you, actually." the silver head says.

"did something happen?" you ask after both you and yeosang greet him back.

"i was gonna ask the same thing," mingi says as he follows you to the desk you share. you sit down and he takes his usual place by your side. "you never skipped class before."

"oh," you murmur as you pull your notebook from your bag, feeling flattered at the concern mingi was displaying. maybe he did consider you a friend. and maybe you were actually friends.

"don't worry about it," yeosang chimes in from the first desk on the middle row as he turns his body to the two of you. "she was busy getting stoned." he completes.

mingi looks to you with wide eyes, as if asking if it was true. you sigh, giving a light nod before squinting your eyes towards yeosang.

"every day you amaze me more, buddy." mingi says, leaning back into his chair as he places an arm across your shoulders, patting your arm a few times.

"i can say the same about you, mr 'i don't usually get into fights'." you say, mimicking his deep voice when you voice his own words back at him. he can't help but offer a muffled laugh and yeosang joins him, watching the boy with the silver locks with utmost attention.

"hey, why don't you join us for a movie this weekend?" yeosang asks and you're left in awe, tilting your head to the side as you watch him with an open mouth and raised eyebrows.

did kang yeosang just show interest in someone other than himself?

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365 Days pt 2~ Rafe Cameron

Summary: After barely spending anytime with Rafe after that day on the druthers, Rafe invited you to go with him to a family dinner to make-up for it. After quickly returning home, he decides to show you exactly what he’s wanted to do with you.

Warnings: Smut (duh), choking, spanking, sex against a window, oral (m receiving), fingering, cream-pie, name calling (mostly slut), Rafe being a total babe.

Free ship or story to anyone who can guess how many times I wrote moan in this because I know I used it a lot lmao

word count: 4.1k

365 days

You and Rafe hadn’t had a moments peace since that day on the Druthers. Rafe had been swept away by Topper and Kelce and you had been doing some volunteer work with your mom. Since that day on the Druthers, your need for Rafe had grown stronger. Rafe did indeed ruin you for other men and that was fine. 

Of course he would stay over most of the time but he would always be gone when you would wake up due to his best friends coming to take him away for the day. But tonight, Rafe had told you that you would be joining him in going to dinner with his family and you were excited to spend time with him, even if it was with his entire family.

Rafe had come to pick you up in order to get ready at his house and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the urge to climb over the console and just ride him in your driveway. But you gave yourself a pat on the back for having that much self restraint. Rafe had picked out your outfit for the night; a red dress that had a look back and clung to you in all the places that drove Rafe crazy. He loved the color red on you, the way it made (y/s/c) glow. You paired it with a pair of black heels and the jewelry Rafe had gifted you.

Rafe was dressed in black from head to toe. A black button up that was rolled up to the elbows tucked into his black dress pants with a pair of black buckle shoes. He had on a gold chain and his rings that you oh-so-loved on his fingers. He left his hair messy, just the way you liked it.

“Damn,” Rafe spoke, leaning against the bathroom door, “I’m the luckiest guy in the Outer Banks. I’m tempted to just tell my dad to fuck off so I can spend all night doing very bad things to you.”

You felt your heart race at his words. It wasn’t like you and Rafe to go this long without having sex and it was driving you nuts. You turned and leaned up against the bathroom sink as Rafe moved closer to you, “I know you’d prefer that over going to dinner. And I know you think about that day out on the boat. Because it’s all I think about.”

“Just how much you came apart for my dick and my mouth and my fingers,” He continued, “I turned you from this good little girl to my needy little slut who will do anything I say. And I know you like it.” 

You clench your thighs to keep your arousal at bay from his words. It was no secret to anyone that Rafe had a dirty mouth. He oozes major sex appeal. And he was all yours.

You pushed off the sink, making your way over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as Rafe placed his hands on your waist, giving it a squeeze before he moved on to give your ass a squeeze.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me, and trust me, I really want you too,” you told him, looking up at him through your lashes, “you need to prove to your dad you can handle the business.”

Rafe groaned, knowing you were right. He leaned down and placed his lips on yours, pulling away before he could deepen it. Rafe laughed at the pout on your face, giving your ass a pat before he pulled away, “C’mon, the quicker we go to dinner, the quicker we can fuck.”

Dinner wasn’t as bad as you expected. Of course, Rafe had to make a few remarks to John B but you and Sarah quickly shut it down before it could escalate. 

Rafe had his hand on your thigh the entire night and you couldn’t help but wish he would move it just a little bit higher up your dress. He just looked so good and you didn’t understand how you managed to snap him up.

You couldn’t help but wiggle in your seat the closer you got to his house. Rafe had granted your wish and placed his hand just underneath the hem of your dress, but had his pinky rubbing the skin of your upper thigh and just that alone was enough for you to get going. 

Shutting off his truck, you waited for Rafe to come around and open your door. This was the Rafe that you fell in love with. The Rafe that was never mean to you. The Rafe that was always sweet and a gentleman. 

He held out his hand and you grabbed a hold of it, hoping out of the truck. Rafe shut the door and quickly pushed up against it, tilting your head up to look at him, “what should I do with you tonight, hm?”

You trailed your fingers down his chest, stopping just on his belt, tugging him closer to you, “Mm, you could start by giving me a kiss.”

Rafe smirked at you, nodding his head as he leaned down and gave you what you wanted. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you gave it a tug, causing Rafe to press against you, feeling his obvious arousal against your lower stomach.

You pulled away after biting down on his bottom lip, looking up at him. His lips were swollen and his pupils were dilated and his hair was even messier than before. And you loved it. 

“We should go inside before I fuck you right here.” He whispered, pulling you with him up the walkway. Not before seeing your flustered look at the thought of Rafe fucking you against the side of his truck.

He shut the front door behind him and pulled you tight against him, wrapping his hand around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling, looking up at him. Rafe applied a little more pressure as he leaned down to connect your lips together again. He let go of your throat to slide his hands down your waist, over the curve of your ass, and to the back of your thighs, giving them a squeeze. He bent down a bit and picked you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

Trailing your lips down his jaw and to his neck, you sucked just under his jaw, right where his sweet spot was as he walked you up the stairs and to his room. Rafe tapped the side of your thigh, signaling for you to get down. He opened his door and ushered you into his room, shutting the door as you walked over to his window. 

From Rafe’s room, you had a nice view of the pier. You spent many mornings sitting out on the little balcony he had, watching the sunrise when you couldn’t sleep. It was those little moments that you savoured with him before both of you got whisked away for the day.

Rafe walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. You placed your hands on top of his as you leaned back in his embrace, just listening to the quiet.

“You know,” Rafe spoke quietly, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you against this window.”

You hummed, turning your head to look over at him with a smirk, “so what’s stopping you? Sarah isn’t coming home tonight and your parents won’t be back for a while.”

“Fuck, I love that your just as dirty as I am.” He groaned, spinning you in his arms before walking you backwards and pressing you against the window. 

Goosebumps showed up from the coolness of the glass against your warm skin. Rafe slid his hand up your thigh and pushed up the bottom of your skirt...only to be met with absolutely nothing. 

His eyes darkened as he realized you had gone all night without any underwear, “you’ve been walking around without any underwear?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your face heated up from the look he was giving you. He slid two fingers between your folds, moaning at the feeling of how wet you were. Rafe brought his two fingers up to your mouth and motioned for you to open it. You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned forward and wrapped our lips around his fingers, going down to the knuckles.

Rafe’s mouth dropped slightly as he watched your mouth work on his fingers. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, licking up your arousal. Rafe pulled his fingers out of your mouth and brought them back between your legs, slowly pushing them into your wet pussy.

You let out a moan at the feeling. You clenched around his fingers, causing him to smirk at you, “Already? I’ve barely done anything and you’re already clenching around my fingers.”

You threw him a glare which didn’t last long, as you threw your head back against the glass, arching your back as he maneuvered his wrist to hit that spot, “Fuck!”

“Fuck babe, you’re dripping.” 

You looked down at his wrist to see your arousal coating his palm and looked back up at him, “mm, you have that affect on me.”

Rafe felt pride swell up in his chest at your words. He loved the way he made you feel. And he knew he was the only guy who could make you feel this way. Like you said, he ruined you for other guys. And you were perfectly okay with that.

You felt that pressure build up in your stomach, causing you to reach down and grab hold of his wrist as you arched your back off the glass, “Fuck, Rafe!”

“You gonna cum?” He teased, “You know what you have to do, baby.”

You opened your eyes to glare at him, knowing he wouldn’t let you cum unless you beg him for it.

You slowly started grinding down against his hand as you leaned forward, “Please let me cum...daddy.”

“I’m not sure you deserve it, baby. And you wanna know why?”

You nodded as you shut your eyes as he picked up speed with his fingers, “because you walked around without any underwear on. Anyone could have seen your pussy. My pussy.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you pouted, looking up at him through your lashes but Rafe shook his head, “Mm, do you want someone else to see my pussy? You want someone else to see how slutty you can be?”

You shook your head no as you moved to grip his shoulders, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt, “I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t want anyone to see your pussy.”

Rafe tangled his hand in your hair and yanked it back, causing you to let out a moan, “That’s right. You’re my slut. My naughty little girl. So beg me to let you cum. Beg me like the naughty little girl you arm.”

You practically came right there from his words. You stuck out your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “I’m sorry, daddy. Please let me cum. I’ll be good. I wanna cum. Wanna be good for you.”

Rafe hummed as he leaned down to suck on your neck before nipping at your ear, “so cum. Cum on my fingers.”

You felt the fabric of his shirt rip as you gripped it and you knew you would have fallen if Rafe didn’t have hold of you as your climax took over you. Rafe slowly pulled his fingers out of you and they were covered in your cum.

Your mouth dropped as you watched him suck your arousal off his fingers. He raised an eyebrow at you as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, “Want to taste?”

You nodded your head and Rafe slammed his mouth against yours, biting your bottom lip as he forced his tongue in your mouth. The kiss was hot and just straight tongue and spit and it was perfect. Just the way you liked it. 

Rafe pulled away and looked over at your appearance. Your hair was slightly messy from him pulling on it and your chest was quickly rising. The bottom of your dress was pushed up above hips and your thighs glistened with your arousal.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now.”

Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you over with him to his bed. He sat down and pulled you down with your legs on either side of him. His hands were on your ass, tightly gripping it as you moved yours to play with his hair.

“Want your dick, baby.” You mumbled, leaning down to place your lips on his as you started to move your hips against his. Rafe tightened the grip he had on your waist as he pulled away from the kiss, “So take it. You want it, do it yourself.”

You quickly jumped up from your spot on his lap and dropped to your knees in front of him, undoing his belt and quickly popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He lifted his hips up so you could pull down his pants and boxers. 

Your mouth watered at the sight. His dick was glorious. The tip was red and dripping with precum and every vein looked tempting. You leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on the tip, causing him to buck his hips up and grab ahold of your hair, “Don’t be a fucking tease.”

You wrapped your lips around the top of his dick and slowly worked the way down. Rafe was thicker than most and had a decent length to it. He definitely gave other guys a run for their money with his dick. You struggled the first few times you gave him head, only ever having given two guys head before.

Your nose was pressed against his pelvis and Rafe thrusted his hips up, causing you to gag and pull away. You took a breath before sucking on the tip. Rafe threw his head back with a groan as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Fuck, baby.”

You pulled his dick out of your mouth and trailed your tongue down the base. You wrapped your hand around him and started to twist your wrist. You leaned down and sucked one of his balls in your mouth, causing him to jump and look down at you in surprise.

This was the first time you had ever done that and he was conflicted on how it felt. On one hand, it felt weird and on the other, it felt fantastic, “Holy shit. That feels good.”

You threw him a wink and moved to suck on the other one. You released it with a pop and went back to sucking on his dick. Rafe grabbed your head with both of his hands and started to quickly thrust into your mouth. You let out a moan at the feeling and Rafe tensed up at the vibrations on his dick.

“Gonna cum right down your slutty little throat.”

You let out another moan at his words, eyes rolling back as you felt your arousal begin to grow again. Rafe let out a smirk as he slowly pulled out of your mouth, “stick your tongue out, baby.”

You did as he said and Rafe tapped his dick against it before sliding back into your mouth. He held your head down against his pelvis and let out a loud moan as he felt your throat contract around his dick.

You grabbed hold of his thighs as he thrusted into your mouth, still holding your head and you felt his thighs tense up, knowing he was about to cum.

 Rafe threw his head back and tightened his grip on your hair as he felt his cum shoot into your mouth. He slowly pulled his dick out of your mouth and groaned at the cum that dripped down your chin. You stuck your tongue out before closing your mouth and swallowed, sticking your tongue out again to show him you swallowed it.

“Good girl.” he smirked, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

You pushed yourself off the floor and pushed him to lay back on the bed as you crawled on top of him, “Need you to fuck me, Rafe. Need your cock so bad.”

Rafe grabbed hold of your ass before bringing his hand down on it. Hard. You let out a moan at the stinging sensation and he soothed the skin by rubbing his hand over where he just smacked, “Yeah? My needy little slut needs her daddy’s big dick? Tell me what you want.”

You sat up and slowly started to unbutton his shirt, “need you to fuck me, daddy. Hard. Need you to show me whose pussy it is.”

Rafe sat up so you could slide his shirt off his shoulders and he moved his hands to pull off your dress, moaning at the sight of your pierced nipples.

You let out a giggle as he leaned forward to suck one of them into his mouth. You shut your eyes and tangled one of your hands in his hair as his other hand came up and played with your other breast.

“God, I can’t get over how perfect your tits are.” He whispered, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and tugged on his hair, “it’s not like you have a picture of them as your lock screen.”

He shrugged as he moved to flip you over so you now laid underneath him,”need some type of motivation to get up for the day.”

“You’re such a goof.” You smiled causing him to give you his actual smile before he leaned down to place his lips on yours. He grabbed hold of your knee and pulled it up to wrap around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Rafe moved his hand between the two of you to grab hold of his dick and slid the tips between your folds before pushing all the way in. 

Your back arched up off the bed at the feeling of Rafe all the way in you. As much as you two have sex, it always takes a minute for you to get use to his size. Rafe had both of his hands on either side of your head as he slowly began to pull out of you. 

He pulled out to leave just the tip in, before quickly thrusting back in. Letting out a loud moan, you dug your nails into his back, causing him to let out a groan at the feeling. The only sounds in the room that could be heard was skin on skin and both of your moans.

Rafe quickly pulled out of you, causing you to let out a whine which was cut short as he flipped you over. He pulled you up by your hips, pulling both of your hands behind your back, Rafe slid back into you. He wasted no time in quickly thrusting in and out of you. He brought one of his hands down on your ass hard, causing you to let out a moan.

Turning your head to the side to try and look at him, you nearly came from the sight of him. His chain was moving along with his pace, he had a light layer of sweat coating his forehead and chest, and his hair was sticking up in the front. He looked heavenly.

“Fuck, Rafe.” 

Which was apparently the wrong thing to say. He pulled you up by your hands so your back was flush against his chest and he moved one of his arms around your front so he could wrap his hand around your throat, “what did you call me?”

“R-Rafe.”You stuttered, trying to push your hips back against his but he grabbed hold of your waist, preventing you from doing so,”That’s not my name and you know it.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, turning to look at him. Rafe tightened the grip on your waist as he slowly pushed into you, causing you to let out a moan, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? That feel good?” He whispered, gripping your throat tighter as you nodded your head, “harder. Please fuck me harder.”

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He teased, pushing into slowly again, “want me to fuck you until cum, hm? How bad do you want me? Use your words.”

You pushed your hips back into his, letting out a quiet moan at the feeling. This was by far your favorite position to have sex in. You always felt so...full. His dick felt bigger if that was even possible. 

“I need it so bad, daddy,” you moaned, wrapping your hand around the wrist that was holding onto your neck, “need you to fuck me hard. Teach me not to be a slut in public.”

Rafe let out a loud groan as your words and pushed you forward. You propped yourself up on your arms as Rafe quickly began to thrust into you, “Jesus christ, you take my dick so well baby.” 

You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, “Cause you give it to me so good, daddy.” 

You moved your hips back to meet his thrusts, causing him to take his hands off your waist, “go on baby. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You began to move your hips backwards at a fast pace, let out quiet moans any time his dick hit your g-spot. Rafe leaned forward to grab hold of your hair and pulled on it, “you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? So desperate for me to fuck you that you’re doing whatever I tell you.”

You felt the pressure in your stomach grow and your arms were starting to shake, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up much longer. Rafe let out a moan at feeling you clench around him. He pushed down on your shoulders and you were grateful to drop down. Rage pushed your legs together and spread your cheeks so he could watch himself go in you.

“You still on birth control?” He asked and you simply gave him a thumbs up, causing him to chuckle before thrusting into you hard. You clenched the sheets between your hands as Rafe began to basically fuck you into next week. He bent one of your knees up so fuck into you at a different angle, going even deeper.

“Oh, fuck yes!” You exclaimed as he began to hit your g-spot. Rafe leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back, moving your hair off your shoulder so he could place a kiss on it, “you wanna cum, baby? You wanna cum on my cock?”

You nodded your head as you leaned over to place your lips on his. The kiss was hot and messy. All teeth and tongue. Just the way you liked it. The knot grew tighter and moaned into his mouth, causing him to pull away. He leaned his head on your shoulder as he laced your fingers between his, grabbing onto the sheets with you.

“Oh fuck.” he groaned, snapping his hips against your ass hard.

“Want you to cum in me, baby.” You whined, “Please cum in me.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

You nodded as Rafe pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you, “then cum for me.”

You let out a moan, legs shaking as your climax took over. Rafe thrusted into you hard and fast, chasing after his own orgasm. His hips stilled as he thrusted into you hard, one last time. “Oh shit.”

Rafe leaned his head on your shoulder to rest before he pushed himself up to watch himself pull out of you. He let out a groan at seeing his cum leak out of you. He pushed two fingers into you as you let out a moan, legs tensing as he quickly pulled you to another orgasm.

Rafe pulled his fingers out as you turned over on your back, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. He watched with a look of amazement as you sucked both of yours cum off your fingers, “god, I love you.”

You pulled his fingers out of your mouth as you smiled at him, “I love you, too.”

A/N

Here we gooooo! After a long while of me saying I’m going to post it, here it is! Thank you so much for being patient with me and thank you all for the love you guys have showed 365 Days part 1. I didn’t expect it to blow up as much as it did and i really love that you guys love it!

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F I N A L  G I R L |  S E V E N

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   s e v e n |  b l o o d

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6k warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!) lets just say this gif is a teaser as to what takes place in this chapter. major blood kink in this chapter. period play?? lmao sorry about it.

There was a shift after that weekend at Billy’s cabin, and you knew he felt it too.

It was never really that casual between you and Billy, that much you knew, but there was something that changed when the two of you got back to Woodsboro. There was something to be said about being able to openly show affection to the person you loved, to hold them and kiss them in public and you’d gotten that treatment in that little lakeside town. You felt like Billy’s actual girlfriend, not his plaything, not the bitch who was backstabbing her own best friend for a fucking boy, you were it.

And while Billy had always said that you were his girl, you hadn’t truly felt like you were until now.

Which was precisely what made tonight so fucking awkward.

Not only had you been coerced into going to the movies with the gang but, unbeknownst to you, Sid had taken it upon herself to fix you up on a blind date with one of Randy’s annoying friends from the video store.

Why had you agreed to this? You were a cold, calculating bitch behind the scenes when it came to fucking your best friend boyfriend and yet saying ‘no thanks, I’m not up for it tonight’ was beyond you? Were you just plain stupid or a closet masochist that thrived on dicey situations?

Either way, you’d never wanted to throw yourself into oncoming traffic more than you did tonight because not only were you trapped into an uncomfortable blind date with a guy you were fairly sure was frothing at the mouth at the idea of getting you alone in the car after all of this was said and done but you just so happened to be seated directly next to Billy.

You were smack dab in the middle of hell. Between a man you were fucking, a man you were disgustingly in love with and had just spent a weekend away with and a man you’d just met today but couldn’t stop playing handsy on your lap whenever he thought the others weren’t looking.

But Billy was always looking.

You knew that better than anyone. He had this innate sense of finding you in a crowded room. You could feel the weight of his brown eyes on you nearly every second of the day, soaking you up, taking every inch of you in, no matter who was around and tonight, as your ‘date’ smacked on his popcorn all the while feeling your thigh up any chance he could, Billy’s dept stare was tuned in and you knew it.

This had to have been karma. Karma for going away and having a beautiful weekend away with the guy you loved so wholly. The one whose girlfriend was on the other side of him with her pretty head on his stupid shoulder as you suffered in silence at just how fucking laughable this entire situation was.

“See that actress?” Your date, Anthony, whispered into your hear. He smelled like movie theatre butter. You wanted to scream. “Have you seen any of her other stuff?”

You were watching The Crucible and the actress in question was Winona Ryder. Everyone and their left nut had seen Winona Ryder in at least a dozen movies. Frowning, you blinked across at the man and blinked. “Yeah. I’m familiar with her work.”

Focusing ahead on the movie, you tried your damnedest to focus on what was going on but when you felt his slithery palm slide up your thigh, you were this close to pouring your Coke on his lap. Why the fuck had you agreed to this?

Pushing the man’s hand away as subtly as you could to avoid any unwanted attention from your friends, you bit down on the side of your mouth and heaved a quiet sigh. You deserved this. This was your punishment.

“She’s hot.” Your lovely date quipped, squeezing the area of your thigh just above your knee. “In that goth-girl next door kind of way.”

Was he getting off to Winona Ryder all the while coming on to you? Was he picturing Winona as he squeezed your thigh? You truly didn’t want to find out. Once again, you pushed his hand away and, this time, crossed your legs and leaned into the arm rest you were sharing with Billy.

The move was subtle, and you were barely even touching Billy but you needed to create a distance between yourself and Butter Fingers if it was the last thing you did.

With a subtle nudge to your arm, Billy’s eyes flickered towards you as his brows furrowed in question. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing in his cheek, that you could see even in the darkness of the movie theatre, and there was murder in his eyes as he sized up the man just over your shoulder. It was as though you could feel his blood pressure spike just looking at the guy and, as you held your breath, silently pleading with him not to make a scene that would undoubtedly give the two of you up, those brown eyes slowly found yours.

There was anger in his eyes, a palpable rage, but it was the look of pure despondency in his stare that made your own heart break. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be holding hands with Sid and you weren’t meant to be dealing with the idiot to your right.

How it felt up at the cabin, the freedom of loving each other and holding each other and kissing each other in broad daylight was how it was supposed to be. How love was supposed to feel.

Not this.

You were both hiding in plain sight. Putting on a façade to your friends, to each other whilst in public, and it was in that moment, in the middle of a crowded theatre, looking at each other knowing there wasn’t a damn thing either of you could do about it, that you felt that pain so intensely that it was hard to breathe.

Tears burned behind your eyes and you hated yourself for it.

You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry over a situation you were willingly putting yourself in. This entire thing could have been avoided had you had a stronger backbone here. You weren’t the victim in this scenario. That was Sid. Sid was the one completely getting fucked over in this situation, not you. You had no damn right to feel this shitty because you were doing it to yourself.

This was just the high of the weekend wearing off and reality settling in. Until circumstances changed, this was your norm.

Swallowing back your nerves, it was all you could do to give Billy a small, barely-there smile before focusing ahead on the movie.

“I’m going to grab us another Coke,” you heard Billy say to Sidney. “Anyone want anything?”

“More popcorn,” Stu waggled his empty bag. “Maybe some Milk Duds, man.”

“Candy.” Tatum mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the screen. “Surprise me, I don’t care what kind.”

Billy nodded and took Stu’s money before he gently nudged you. “You want anything?”

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off but Anthony. “You mind keeping it down, buddy?” He popped another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “We’re at the movies, not here for snacks.”

It was as though Billy’s wrath was physical as his dark eyes scraped over Anthony’s face. His mouth was pulled into a thin, hard line as Anthony’s pompousness sank in. Why couldn’t it be Randy beside you? Why had that dipshit agreed to take this asshole’s shift in order for you to go on a blind date with him? This entire fiasco could have been avoided had it been Randy.

“Yeah, I could use a drink.” You slinked out of your seat. “I’ll help you carry everything back.”

You didn’t wait for Billy as you marched down the aisle but, as you walked down the stairs and out of the theatre, you weren’t at all surprised to see him broody and annoyed as he followed you out.

“If anyone should be looking like that, it’s me,” you groused, falling in to step beside him as you made your way to the snack bar. “I’m stuck on a date with that asshole.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” he grumbled, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket. “I told Sid to leave well enough alone, but she insisted.”

You hummed and lined up at the concession. “Lucky me.”

Again, you felt his stare before you actually lulled your head to the side to face him. Intense, searching eyes sweeping over your features in both concern and possible envy. “One word,” he muttered, stepping closer towards you. Too close. Not because you didn’t want him that close but because you were in public. Sid and Tatum and Stu and fucking Anthony were a stone’s throw away. “One word from you, baby, and I’ll take you home. Fuck that guy.”

You glowered across at him as though he’d grown a second head. “While I appreciate the sentiment, shit for brains, we’re in public right now. Your girlfriend could walk out any second and see or hear you.”

He seemed to mull over your words for a second but didn’t bother moving away from you. “Maybe I don’t care.”

“You do,” you rhymed off, shuffling closer to the front of the snack bar.

He ignored that. “Also, you’re my girlfriend. Stop calling her that.”

This was not a conversation the two of you should have been having in the middle of a fucking movie theatre. Looking across at him, you raised your brows and blew out a puff of air through your lips. Trying to keep up with Billy’s rationale of staying with Sid to ensure he doesn’t hurt her any further after her mother’s death all the while being with you was giving you whiplash. You knew he loved you and, begrudgingly, you loved him right back. And, a part of you knew, that he was struggling with being back in the real world just as much as you were since coming home from the cabin.

But this was not how he should have been handling it. Not out in the open like this. Especially while you were on a triple date with your friends in a theatre down the hall.

“Billy,” you muttered quietly, ensuring no one was listening in, “please let’s talk about this later. Not here. Not now. Let’s just get the fucking concessions and go, okay?”

He licked his lips and you watched his brown eyes flitter down your face before briefly looking at your own lips. He wanted to kiss you and fuck, did you want to be kissed by him.

But that wasn’t the deal.

So, instead, you watched as he took a hesitant step away from you before nodding his head once. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes. “Tonight.”

“Sure,” you smirked, “I mean, if I’m not with Anthony, that is.” You almost laughed at how wide his eyes got as you uttered those words. But, when he saw the playfulness in your stare, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes as you continued. “The way he’s been mowing down on his popcorn all night has me wet as hell, so I might be busy with him later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled with a shake of his head. Then, he turned to you and gave you a crooked smile. One that almost made this horrific ordeal worth it. “You’re a real bitch when you want to be, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I’ve been told.”

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True to his word, Billy slipped in through your unlocked window a little after midnight that evening with a bag of stale licorice and a drink he’d swiped from the gas station on the way over to your house.

“We didn’t get our movie date.” Was his explanation as he popped The Lost Boys into your VCR and all but hopped in bed beside you. When you’d remained standing by your dresser, eyeing him with both curiosity and sheer happiness radiating off of your face, all you got was a confused look out of Billy before he patted your mattress. “You going to get that ass over here or what?”

So, naturally, you’d joined him.

And it took all of thirty-two minutes of watching the film for the two of you to end up pawing at one another as the tension of the day slowly peeled off of you with every layer of clothing the two of you tore off one another.

In no time, you were both stark naked on your bed as The Lost Boys played on without an audience. All Billy cared about watching was you. Watching you writhe and moan. He could watch you do just about anything, but it was that dreamy look you got on your face whenever he touched you that he had imprinted into his skull. It didn’t even have to be sexual. You just had a certain look whenever the two of you connected, one that he felt but managed to keep stowed away inside of him, but one you expressed. It was happiness.

Pure, unadulterated, bliss.

He knew you. Knew your body in and out, knew how to get you to come undone, knew what made you tick, what made you squirm.

You were muscle memory to him, at this point.

He knew you better than he knew himself.

Which is why, when you subtly stopped him from slipping his fingers inside of you, that Billy’s focus went to your ass. The only time you pushed his hand away after he’d spent minutes sucking and biting and focusing on those perfect tits, was when you were on your period.

So, he didn’t push it.

The two of you had fucked a few times whilst you were on it but you were deadest on limiting that to the lighter days. The very beginning or the end. Never in the middle. But god, did he want to experience the middle days.

You were so fucking horny when you were on your period and why you thought he’d give a shit about how much blood came out of you as the two of you fucked was beyond him.

So, he’d focus on your ass. Something that drove you to the brink of insanity and something that made him harder than anything.

But tonight, it wasn’t enough.

He needed all of you.

Ever since the cabin, he’d needed more of you in his life. It had become nearly impossible for him to show any iota of affection for Sid now that he’d had a taste of what life felt like with you at his side. You were his Final Girl. His everything, if he was being completely honest. And, while he knew he couldn’t open himself up to you to that extent, not yet, he needed you to feel that raging darkness inside of him. Not too much of it, but just enough to gauge your reaction.

If you could handle a shred of it, maybe he could share more of himself with you.

The darker parts.

His hands stilled as they trailed down your body and, as he hovered over you, he bit his lip and slowly drew tiny circles into your hips. “You’re on your period, right?”

You nodded, your lips swollen from the amount of kissing having gone on since popping the movie in. “Yeah, but it’s not a light day.”

He nodded in understanding as he bit his lip. “You think we could try it, anyway?”

Your eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “By not a light day, I mean its kind of heavy, Billy. It’d look like a crime scene in here.”

Billy made sure to keep his face stoic, but the idea of the two of you fucking whilst covered in blood was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

“Aren’t you curious?” He asked, dipping his head down to lick your painfully hard nipple. “It’s got to feel so fucking good, right?”

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed in contentment when he began to suck your tit again. “It’s messy, though.”

“Lucky for you,” he released your nipple and kissed the sensitive flesh of your breast. “I like messy.”

Your head flopped back against the pillow as you thought over his request. I did feel good, but did you want Billy to have to witness you cleaning up a fucking homicide scene once he was through with you?

Blowing out a quiet raspberry, you eyed him with mock suspicion before he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “Ugh,” you groaned with a laugh, “fine. Let me take this fucking tampon out and I’ll grab a towel to put underneath me because it is heavy, and you will be grossed out.”

Billy’s cock twitched as he watched you roll out of bed before disappearing in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he heard the toilet flush and the sink run before you re-emerged with a towel in hand.

He could watch you parade around like that all day. Naked, eyes hooded from desire, nipples and lips red from where his mouth had staked its claim.

You were perfect.

A vision.

You were fucking everything.

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while.” He admitted, watching you carefully roll the towel onto the bed before perching your ass directly on top of it so as to avoid any potential leakage onto your sheets.

“I wish I could say I was shocked.” You teased, laying back down. Spreading your legs, he watched you slip a finger through your folds to tease your clit.  

He swallowed as he watched you finger yourself. But then your words sank in and a panic settled in his chest as he swept his eyes up your body to meet your amused stare. “What’s that mean?”

You shrugged so casually as you continued the tirade on your own pussy. “All the scary movies we watch and stuff. You get hard as a rock if there’s a scene with a pretty girl and some blood.”

Billy froze. This was only supposed to be a peek inside of his darkness, not a full-blown window. But you didn’t seem all too fazed by it either, which confused him endlessly.

Rather than deny it, Billy hesitantly reached for your cunt to replace your fingers with his own. He didn’t delve inside of your pussy just yet, just circled your clit the way you’d been doing seconds prior. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He whispered, placing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Nah,” you hummed, “we’ve all got our kinks, I guess.”

You released a quiet moan as he pinched your clit, but his eyes never left your face. He knew you were talking about blood in respect to the movies, but your casual tone still caught him off guard. There was no shame in it, no doubt. Just an honest to god shrug as he circled your clit with his middle finger.

Testing the waters, Billy slipped his fingers down your pussy so that his thumb coaxed your clit as he slipped two fingers inside of you. At first, it simply felt like you were soaked on account of all of the teasing and, maybe you were, but as he glanced down at the base of his fingers as he pulled them out of you, Billy nearly moaned.

Blood.

Your blood.

All over his fingers, pooling along the top of his palm.

Billy was fascinated. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt blood between his fingers, but not like this. When he’d killed Maureen Prescott, there was so much fucking blood that he’d been sick afterwards. He hadn’t expected that level of destruction but, after puking a few blocks away, he didn’t exactly shy away from it. He thought about it often, thought of the carnage that had surrounded him once he’d finished with Sidney’s mother, thought of the way the blood felt between his fingers, splayed and smattered across every inch of his body.

But this was euphoric.

Because he didn’t have to hurt anybody to feel that warmth on his palm. In fact, as he slowly slipped his fingers inside of your hot cunt, he was doing anything but. You were gyrating into his hand, unknowingly spreading your blood further and it was killing him. He was so fucking hard, too fucking hard, but he didn’t want to rush a damned thing.

He’d thought about this far too often for it to be over so soon.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slipping his hand out of your pussy just long enough to slowly spread your blood down your inner thigh. It left a fine red trail that he had every intention of lapping up in a few seconds if you were to allow it. “You feel so good, baby.”

He’d half expected you to make a comment about making a bigger mess than what your piddly little towel would allow but, as he slowly found your hooded eyes through the dim light of your bedroom, only hunger marred your pretty face.

Desire.

Intrigue.

Leaning in, Billy placed a small kiss to the apple of your cheek as his fingers continued to fuck you. “Does this feel good?”

“So good,” you rasped out, leaning your forehead against his as you bit your lip to swallow back a moan. Between your arousal and the blood, the natural lubrication that coated your pussy as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of you all the while rubbing your clit was killing you. “So fucking good, Billy.”

He smirked and quickened his pace on your clit just enough to drive you to madness as he bit down on your earlobe. His breath was hot against your cheek. “I want to taste you tonight.”

Though the promise of his tongue replacing his thumb enticed you, the fact that you were on day two and a half of your period was not a good plan. So why were you intrigued? A part of you wanted to see if he’d put his money where his mouth was but a much larger part of you wanted to see how feral Billy could get where you were concerned.

Torn, you pulled back and searched his eyes. “It’s going to be…messy, Billy.”

His dark chuckle was velvet against your skin. “I already told you,” he curled his fingers inside of you and admired the way your entire body twitched. “I like messy.”

He began to kiss his way down your body. You tried not to get lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling across every inch of your skin on his way down or the way his teeth nipped and bit at your stomach and hips as he positioned himself between your thighs. But mainly, you tried not to focus on how fucking bloody it was between your thighs because you knew that Billy wouldn’t be down there long on account of it.

“You don’t have to do this tonight, Billy,” you tried to reason, chest heaving in anticipation as he settled between your legs.

Something flashed across his face as he held your stare. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to back out and leave well enough alone, but then you watched as the bastard leaned into your pussy and raked his tongue from the base of your pussy right up to your bloodied mound.

He held your stare the entire time.

“I want you like this,” he assured you, yanking you further down the bed so that you were right at the edge. His voice was hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look down at him through a pair of hooded, drowsy eyes, you watched him pump his cock with his free hand as he licked his lips. “I love you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond but the words died in your throat when he buried his face between your thighs. You gasped at the contact but didn’t shy away from his touch for a single second as he slowly lapped at your core. With the one hand still gripping your hips, holding you firmly against his tongue, you knew there would be bruises where his fingers carved into your flesh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was desperate to get you closer into his face and you were desperate to feel that perfect fucking tongue on your pussy.

It was as though he’d been possessed in those few moments. Billy couldn’t get enough of you on a good day but tasting you like this was enough to make Billy wild. Your pussy, the blood mixed with your slick, tasted so fucking good on his tongue. Burying his face further into your folds, he nuzzled at your clit and, now forgetting about his own pulsing cock, pulled you even closer.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Billy moaned into your pussy and bit down on your clit just enough to entice a moan that was probably a little too loud for your parents being home. But, he didn’t care. He refused to care in that instance.

All he wanted, all he cared about, was tasting as much of you as humanly possible before making you come on his tongue.

His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers and pulled. You were being rougher than normal, and he fucking loved it. You were pulling on his hair and bucking into his mouth with such hunger that he could barely breathe but fuck he didn’t care. If this was how he was taken out, so be it.

“Baby,” you whined, voice low. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Your grip on his hair was vice-like as the veins in your neck swelled. With wild, laboured breaths, you found yourself bucking into his mouth as a white-hot orgasm rippled through your entire body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed, but Billy’s mouth was relentless.

It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, that he pulled away and allowed you to collapse back onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your body, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

He could feel your blood all over his chin and nose and as he licked it off, using his fingers to swipe at the areas his tongue couldn’t quite reach, Billy was coasting on a high that only you could provide.

“Oh, god,” you buried your face into the pillow with a quiet laugh as you moved to get off the bed. “Hang on, I’ll grab you a towel for your face.”

“No,” Billy shook his head and grabbed for your wrist. “I want to see it.”

You blinked and scraped your eyes along his bloodied face. Your nipples were still rock hard and your cunt was still pulsing on account of his tongue, but it was the look of pure ecstasy on his face that made you clench.

He was being serious.

“Come with me,” he hummed, slipping off of the bed to head towards the small bathroom attached to your room. His fingers threaded through yours as you both walked across your bedroom before flicking the light on.

The vision that he was met with made his cock twitch.

Your blood coated almost everything from his nose down his chin and as you stood beside him, looking at him through the mirror, still fully naked and still housing bloody handprints left behind from his busy hands coating the lower half of your body, Billy had never wanted to bury himself inside of you any more than he did right then and there.

He found your curious stare through the mirror. Your pretty eyes swept over the mess of blood left behind on account of you and as you turned to face him, he found himself hypnotized as you reached out to sweep his hair back and away from his forehead.

“Blood suits you,” you teased with a small smile. “Horrifically enough.”

He said nothing as those brown eyes soaked you in but as he stepped into you, cornering you against the sink counter, the look on his face said everything. He didn’t kiss you though. He seemed to hesitate, as though gauging if you’d kiss him whilst covered in your own menstrual blood. “Is this okay?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted almost sheepishly.

He nuzzled your neck and slipped his knee between your thighs to allow himself better access to your pussy. With his hand wrapped securely around his cock, he slipped the head of his dick along your folds and swallowed hard as he watched your blood coat the head of it. “Fuck,” he whispered as his forehead fell against your own. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside of you.”

You were watching his face as he once again slipped the head of his cock through your folds so it teased your clit. His eyes were so dark and there was so much desire in those warm eyes that it almost caught you off guard.

“You’re really into this,” you remarked quietly. When his eyes found yours, you could see blind panic cross over his face as he instinctually took a step away from you. You stopped him before he could think of stopping himself. “Hey,” you cooed, reaching out for his face. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, relax.”

You felt the tension in his shoulders disperse as you played with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered, cradling your face. “You know that?”

“Oh, yeah,” you goaded with a smile. “I know.”

He barked out a quiet laugh and ground his hips into yours. “A smartass, too.”

You hummed as his hands slid down your body to hold you against the counter. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Billy nipped at your neck.

You leaned back to allow him full access to your neck. “How did I taste?” Your words seemed to make him still as he slowly pulled back to search your eyes. “With the blood. How did it taste?”

The look on Billy’s face was primal as his grip on your hips tightened. Leaning in, he nudged your nose so that your lips were perfectly aligned with his. “Kiss me and find out.”

You weren’t sure at first, but as he closed the distance between you, you found yourself leaning into the kiss both curious and slightly mortified by the taste of your blood on his lips. It was strange and you weren’t sure if you liked it at first, if you were being honest. It was coppery and a little sticky and yet as he walked the two of you out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, you found yourself hungry for more.

With your fingers tangled through his hair you gave it a tug, garnering a low growl that rumbled in his throat as he continued on with the bruising kiss. When the back of his knees hit your bed, the two of you fell into a jumbled mess on your mattress, never once breaking for air as your tongues battled for dominance.

Expertly, knowing the way your body moved better than anyone, Billy moved you in such a way that he was sitting up in the middle of your bed as you straddled his lap. And as you lowered yourself onto his pulsing cock, the gruff low moan that tore out of his lips was enough to kill you.

His large hands splayed out across your back, guiding you further into his hungry mouth as your bleeding cunt teased him beyond belief. You were so wet and with every twist of your hips and every gentle moan, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on anything else besides just how fucking good you felt.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, blood slowly pooled in the wake of your crescent moon shaped nail markings. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your tits rather roughly as he tried to stop himself from coming right then and there.

But then you lowered your lips onto his shoulders and he felt your hot tongue trace over every last cut and he almost lost it. There you were, with dried blood all over your chin and parts of your cheeks from having kissed him after going down on you, licking the blood that gathered along his shoulders.

He was in a state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He pushed out, revelling in the feel of how warm and wet your pussy felt.

Rather than say a word, all you did was bite down on the reddened area of his shoulder as you quickened your pace on his dick.

Drawing more blood.

Licking up more of his blood.

Something in him snapped to life in that instance. An almost ancient need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. Your tits bounced as you writhed on top of him and as he began to meet you halfway with violent, earth shattering thrusts, the outside world ceased to exist.

The sound of his balls hitting your sopping pussy combined with the sound of your wetness, both slick and blood, squelching all around the two of you was all that surrounded you as you whined out his name. You could barely breathe as he pounded into you, barely function.

“Billy, fuck, I—”

His mouth buried your words with another hungry kiss. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you sat on your bed, fucking each other raw. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, gently tugging at it as his forehead fell against your own.

There was a shift after the cabin that you’d both felt inside of you, but there was a shift in the air tonight, as well. An unspoken trust, of sorts, that went beyond anything the two of you were prepared for.  

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. A flood of warmth settled in your belly as he came and as his thumb continued to circle your clit, rubbing and pinching at it every step of the way, you soon followed suit.

With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there as he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along your shoulder before his eyes found yours once again.

His thumb skirted across the apple of your cheek. “You’re my girl,” he whispered, revelling in just how fucking gorgeous you looked in that instance. “You know that?”

“I do,” you affirmed, kissing him softly. “You’re helping me clean my fucking bedsheets in the morning,” you muttered, “do you know that?”

Despite everything, Billy found himself smiling across at you before glancing down at the bloody mess of your sheets. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I do.”

“Good,” you gently smacked his cheek and crawled off of your bed towards the bathroom.

“Where you going?” He asked, watching your naked body pad out of the room.

“Shower,” you merely said before popping your head around the corner. “Care to join me?”

Billy was at your side within the blink of an eye.

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ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Word count: 3199

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mentions of blood, and assault.   

Title: ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Summary: Your Alpha walks in on you being tied to a chair and he is not happy. 

Prologue: 

You had been a well-kept secret from the public. No one knew that your famous Pro Hero Alpha was courting an Omega or even in a long-standing relationship. Your Alpha was too paranoid about your safety to let any of the news outlets find out about your existence.  

You supposed it would have been beneficial for the public to know now that you were in this situation. Surely if the villains knew they would come across an Omega, resting in their nest, they wouldn't have tried to rob the Pro Hero’s house. 

You put up quite the fight once you smelled unfamiliar Alphas near your nest. One hard knock to your head had you subdued. You didn’t dwell over your quick loss considering one Alpha was nursing his swollen balls. 

You got in one good kick before the painful hit fell on your head. 

Now here you sat, tied to a chair, while the robbers argued with each other and what they should do now.

Shoto: 

🧊🔥-“I told you we should have checked the place out before we robbed it! I would have never tried to rob the place if I had known a freaking Omega was here!” The brunette Alpha growled, glaring at his blond friend. 

🧊🔥-“What’s the big deal? So what if the little icy-hot freak has a girlfriend? We will be out of here before he even comes home.” The blond scoffs, shoving expensive silverware and china into his black bag. 

🧊🔥-“You should know how Alpha’s get around their Omegas! He is gonna hunt us down! I don’t want a Pro Hero on my ass.” The brunette seethed, glaring at the goose egg on your head. “Especially since you decided to hit the poor thing! We will be lucky if he doesn’t skin us alive!”

🧊🔥-“The bitch hit me in the balls! Of course, I thumped her one on the head, serves the Omega slut right!” The blonde huffed, sick of hearing his partner complain instead of ransacking the place. 

🧊🔥-“Mmh.” You mumbled, your eyes blinking open to a fuzzy view. 

🧊🔥-“Fucking shit! They’re waking up! I’m not dealing with a weepy Omega.” The brunette cursed, going into Shoto’s office to avoid the whole situation altogether. 

🧊🔥-“Well, if it isn’t Miss nut-cracker.” The blond chuckled darkly, walking over to your tied up frame.

🧊🔥-You didn’t back down and just glared at the dumb fool. 

🧊🔥-“Aren’t too smart, are you? What type of shitty criminal robs a Pro Hero? Dumb ones, that’s what.” You spit, narrowing your blurry eyes at him. 

🧊🔥-No doubt you would need to go to the doctor after this whole ordeal. Not like you would have a choice. You were sure even if they didn’t lay a hand on you that Shoto would have insisted on one. 

🧊🔥-“You dumb little bitch!” The blond lifted his ring covered hand to hit you again. You tried not to flinch as it came down to strike you. 

🧊🔥-The brunette stood in the office doorway, his bag filled with expensive clocks and other expensive desk items. 

🧊🔥-“I got everything in the office. Did you...” The brunette didn’t get to finish his sentence. 

🧊🔥-The front door was busted open. Shoto had smelled two Alphas on the other side of the door and he was not pleased. He was even less pleased when the door slammed open to reveal his battered Omega tied to a chair. 

🧊🔥-His mismatched eyes turned dark. The temperature in the room both dropped and elevated at the same time. His tired body was instantly filled with murderous intent. 

🧊🔥-A loud growl shook the room. 

🧊🔥-How DARE they lay a hand on their Omega! His vision tinted red and his fangs dropped. 

🧊🔥-“This will only take a minute, Y/N. I’ll take out this trash.” He calmly said, his tone was so cold you felt yourself shiver even knowing his silent rage wasn’t directed at you.

🧊🔥-“Yes, Alpha.” You responded, making sure voice quivered a little. You may have been glaring right back at the intruders before he came but you wanted them to suffer so you played the scared Omega role. 

🧊🔥-They lost your sympathy as soon as they pulled you from your nest. 

🧊🔥-The robbers, who were frozen in fear by the intimidating Alpha’s entrance, shuffled into action. 

🧊🔥-The brunette was quick to give his partner up. “He hit her, not me!” He said, before running down the hall, looking for a way to escape. 

🧊🔥-“You fucking asshole!” The blonde shouted, trying to run out of the room as well. 

🧊🔥-He didn’t get far, ice trapped his feet and his lower body soon followed. Shoto made sure to form it in a way that sharp icicles tore at his skin if he so much as moved half an inch. 

🧊🔥-He wanted to shoot an icicle into his leg for good measure but he didn’t feel like cleaning up blood off his floor. He wished to burn the skin off his bone but you had forbidden him from using fire in the house. 

🧊🔥-He had accidentally caught one of your favorite blankets on fire and was banned for life. 

🧊🔥-“We didn’t know she was here! If we had known we wouldn’t have come!” The blond groveled, panicked at the feral look in Shoto’s eyes. 

🧊🔥-“You could have left after you saw my Omega was here, but you stayed and decided to hit her too. You should be lucky I didn’t just kill you on the spot.” He growled, cutting the blond’s cheek just a bit with an ice shard. 

🧊🔥-The blond just whimpered and passed out. Shoto was quick to hunt down the other and give him the same treatment. He had made it out of the house so he was pleased to release his burning anger out on him. 

🧊🔥-Once they were out of the way, Shoto ran to your side and burning away the binds holding you down. 

🧊🔥-“Are you okay, my Dove?” His voice was soft, his cold hand going up to your head and trying to soothe the aching bump. 

🧊🔥-“Yes, I’m just a little dizzy. Everything’s a little fuzzy right now.” You leaned into his gentle touch. 

🧊🔥-“I’ll call someone to deal with those two. Let’s get you to the hospital, my Dove.” He hurriedly lifted you and carried you to his car. He treated you like glass when he sat you down in the passenger seat. 

🧊🔥-You leaned your head against the cold window as he dashed around to the driver’s side. Your head hurt too much to look out the window so you kept your eyes closed. 

🧊🔥-Your Alpha made sure you didn’t accidentally slip asleep. 

🧊🔥-You let out a small whine when a thought crossed your mind. 

🧊🔥-“Alpha my nest is gonna smell like them.” You sniffed, opening your teary eyes to look at him. 

🧊🔥-Shoto’s hands went white on the wheel, his face contorted into a snarl. He couldn’t wait to visit them again at the station. He had friends there that wouldn’t hesitate to turn a blind eye. 

🧊🔥-His anger instantly simmered when his eyes met your glassy ones. 

🧊🔥-“Don’t worry, Little Dove. I’ll buy you more. We can even go shopping at that blanket store you like so much.” He assured, taking one hand off the wheel and clasping it in yours. 

🧊🔥-Your eyes lit up. “Really! It’s kinda expensive though, I don’t need new ones. I am sure we can find some nice second-hand ones.” You squeezed his hand, bring it up to your lips to place a kiss on it. 

🧊🔥-Your exhausted brain choosing to ignore the specks of blood on his hand. 

🧊🔥-“My Dove, what have I said about me spending money on you?” He gently reprimanded, his eyes still soft. 

🧊🔥-“Accept it and say thank you.” You repeated without delay. 

🧊🔥-“Exactly, I won’t hear any more about it.” He ended the discussion, his eyes focusing back on the road while his hand remained in your grasp. 

🧊🔥-If your head wasn’t killing you, you would have been bouncing in your seat. “I can’t wait! They are coming out with some pretty fall blankets soon! Oooh! We have to get some cute Halloween ones too!” 

🧊🔥-“Anything you want.”

Bakugo:

💥-“Why did you have to hit them!? Ground Zero is gonna come after us now!” The brunette cried, desperately holding ice to your head in hopes that the bump on it would go away. 

💥-“Shut up! Get back to robbing the damn place instead of taking care of the freaking Omega.” The blond hissed, throwing a plate at the panicked Alpha. 

💥-You sat back in the chair not knowing how to process the situation. You knew dating a Pro Hero was dangerous but you thought villains would be your main concern, not petty burglars. 

💥-“If you leave now and don’t take anything, I’ll tell him I tripped and fell.” You wouldn’t, but they didn’t know that. 

💥-“See! Let’s just leave. We can go rob some other place.” The brunette pleaded, already trying to untie you. 

💥-The Omega in you wanted to feel bad for the whining Alpha but then you remembered he messed up your nest when he dragged you out of it. You Omega was fuming. 

💥-I just got the nest just right! She huffed, pacing around in your head.  

💥-She didn’t seem threatened by the Alphas in the room. She knew her Alpha was coming home any minute and he would take care of them. 

💥-You, on the other hand, was slightly panicking now that the situation sunk in. Katsuki was gonna rip them to shreds. You Omega was already smugly licking her paws at the image, while you shuddered at the thought. 

💥-“You should go. I don’t want to be mopping up your blood all night.” You urged, looking anxiously at the door. 

💥-“See! We need to go!” The brunette cried, trying to tug his friend towards the door. 

💥-“Shut up! We can leave once we get everything valuable.” The blonde growled, shoving off his partner. 

💥-The jiggle of keys at the door made everyone in the room stop and hold their breath. The doorknob turned and the door was pushed open. You looked at the chair you were tied to, the robbers, and back at the door. 

💥-There was no way to play off the situational. I don’t want to be mopping up blood. You whined, praying your Alpha wasn’t going to go too berserk.  

💥-“Hey, Spit-fire! I got us, your favorite curry you were wanting. I made sure to get it extra spicy.” He walked in carrying a bag of takeout. 

💥-He paused in the doorway once he got a whiff of unfamiliar Alphas in the house. His ruby eyes viewed the scene before him. He growled at the sight of the two Alphas. 

💥-From your point of view, his eyes didn’t look red anymore with how big his pupils dilated at the presence of Alphas near his Omega. His hand instantly dropped the food to the floor. 

💥-The sound of the bag hitting the floor heightened the tension. 

💥-His fangs instantly dropped when his nose picked up a faint coppery smell, his eyes zeroed in on the small trail of blood on your head. The growl that ripped through his chest shook the room. 

💥-“Alpha, please, no blood in the house.” You pleaded, shifting against the ties holding you in place. 

💥-“No promises, Omega.” His voice was so dark that you didn’t even recognize it. 

💥-“The brunette didn’t hit me. He even tried to ice it. Go easy on him.” You said, knowing his control was waning. 

💥-The veins on his neck looked ready to pop, his arms straining to hold themselves still and not plummet the Alphas standing before him. He eyed the patio door that was pushed open, most likely where they entered in from. 

💥-That would solve the blood problem. 

💥-He grinned viciously, “How about we take this outside?”

💥-He rushed the two Alphas, grabbing them by the backs of their necks and throwing them out of the house and over the balcony. He laughed darkly as he followed them, jumping from the balcony. 

💥-You wiggled free from your restraints and made your way to the front door, you picked up the takeout bag and brought it to the kitchen. 

💥-“Suki will be hungry after beating those two up.” You hummed, making him a plate and then making yourself one. 

***

💥-“Is the water too hot?” His voice was raspy from all the yelling he did earlier. 

💥-You sat with your back leaning against his chest in the bathtub. The warm water and the heat of your Alpha calmed your stressed body. Being tied to a chair was as comfortable as it looked. 

💥-“It’s fine, Alpha.” You hummed, delicately washing his bruised and bloody hands. 

💥-“I’m sorry, I wasn’t here sooner Omega.” You smelled a hint of sadness in his scent. 

💥-“Don’t worry, Alpha. I knew you were coming. I wasn’t scared one bit.” You reassured, bringing his hand up and planting delicate kisses on it. 

💥-“My strong Omega,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your hair. He flinched when he picked up the faint smell of another Alpha. He snapped up the bottle of shampoo and poured half the bottle on your head. 

💥-“Got to get this disgusting scent off you, Omega.” He growled, gently scrubbing your scalp. 

💥-“Alpha! That shampoo is fifty bucks!” You gasped, picking up the half-empty bottle. 

💥-“I’ll buy you another one.” He assured, rinsing of the soapy suds and giving your head another sniff. 

💥-“Much better.” He hummed, pulling you tighter against his chest. 

Hawks: 

🍗-“You shouldn’t be here.” You whimpered, trying to curl in on yourself, the ties preventing you from doing so. 

🍗-“Why the fuck did you have to hit them? You know I can’t handle weeping Omegas, my Alpha hates it.” The brunette growled, trying to awkwardly pat your arm. 

🍗-You winced away from his touch, another Alphas touch was too repulsive. You felt your skin crawl as his fingers grazed your arm. The thump on your head making you more nauseous than you already were. 

🍗-“So what if your Alpha is a pussy. Unlike you mine enjoys their cries.” The blond smiled at the tears dripping down your face. “The bitch deserved it anyways.”  

🍗-“Whatever.” The brunette scoffed, rolling his eyes and going back to robbing the place. 

🍗-“You guy’s really shouldn’t be here...” You tried to warm them but you were too late. The door creaked open, your heart warming and racing at the sound. You knew it would be a bloodbath once Kei realized what was going on. 

🍗-“Baby bird! I hope you are already in comfortable clothes, I’m ready to cuddle in our nest.” His soothing voice causing you to relax in the chair. 

🍗-“Alpha.” You cried, your head still throbbing. 

🍗-The silence was enough to tell you he spotted the two Alphas in the room. 

🍗-“Omega.” He growled, his eyes bleeding red, the sight of blood trailing down your head sent him into a frenzy. 

🍗-His wings puffed out, the room suddenly flooded with crimson feathers. You felt two feathers sailing your way and cutting the bonds holding you. You swiped them up in your grip and clutched them to your chest. 

🍗-The soft texture of them calming you down some. 

🍗-A feral roar sounded throughout the room. You ignored the harsh thumps coming from behind you, the sound of one of the robber’s heads getting bashed into your kitchen counter made you wince. 

🍗-You wanted to get up and get away from everything but your body was in shock and it wouldn’t let you do anything but clutch the crimson feathers to your chest. Your other hand was rested on your stomach. 

🍗-You tried to warn them. Nothing was more dangerous than someone harming a pregnant Alphas mate. You were still pretty early along so they might not have been able to smell it in your scent. 

🍗-You Alpha was sure able to, the instant he got a small whiff of it he was chirping happily against your stomach. You had a hard time getting out of his ruby wings that day. 

🍗-“You DARE harm my mate and chick!” You felt the pure rage behind his words. 

🍗-The blond was already passed out on the floor, his front teeth knocked out. The brunette was about to pass out with him, your Alpha choking him with his shirt. He made sure to use his feather to cut up his arms and face. 

🍗-His wings behind him puffing up and flapping angrily.

🍗-“Didn’t know...” The brunette slurred, his head bashed in as much as his friend’s head. 

🍗-If they wanted to hit his Omega on the head then he was all too pleased to return the favor. The brunette finally succumbed to his injures and blood loss, he went slack in Kei’s hands. 

🍗-Kei dropped him to the grown without care. 

🍗-“Pathetic.” He hissed.  

🍗-His head snapped up in your direction once he heard your tiny sniffles. He was at your side in an instant. 

🍗-“Oh, baby bird.” He cooed, lifting you from the chair and wrapping his arms and wings around you. 

🍗-“Alpha, I told them to leave.” You whined, snuggling into his chest. 

🍗-“I know, baby bird.” He soothed, breathing in your scent, checking on the baby chick in your belly. They seemed well. He was still gonna fly you to the hospital. He made his way to the balcony outside and spread his wings, without a second thought he jumped. 

***

🍗-“Don’t worry, Omega. I already ordered some new blankets. They should be here by tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind the guest bedroom for now.” He hummed, he was curled around your balled up form. 

🍗-You didn’t even build the nest surrounding you, Kei delicately dropped you down on the bed and instantly began building the nest. He would angrily chirp if you so much as lifted a finger.   

🍗-Everything was fine with you and the pup, or chick as Kei liked to call them. As soon as you arrived home Kei refused to leave your side or let you out of his sight. 

🍗-You were not to roll over on your side without his permission. 

🍗-“Thank you, Alpha.” You thanked, nuzzling your head into one of his soft wings. 

🍗-“I also called a security company, they will be here to set up a new system tomorrow.” He informed, nuzzling into your hair. 

🍗-One of his hands was tangled in your hair and the other was snugly cupping your stomach. 

🍗-“No more Alphas in the house.” You sniffled, shaking your head. 

🍗-“Of course, baby bird. I told them, beta’s only.” He reassured, kissing your head. 

🍗-“I love you, Alpha.” You whispered, almost lulled to sleep. 

🍗-“I love you, too baby bird.”  

First HC I have done in a while, also the first time writing for Hawks! What did you think of him? I hope you enjoyed it! Please be sure to leave a comment and like! I really enjoy hearing your reactions. 💕

[fruitcoops]

Sometimes I forget that Leo is 19 and can’t drink in the states. I think he would get away with stealing drinks from the boys or having someone on the team order for him in public for a while but once the season’s started and people are actively watching the games, the bartenders and wait staff start to figure out who he is and catch him being sneaky

I only write drunkenness on a case-to-case basis because it squicks me out sometimes, but something about this ask really stuck with me. To @lalalasocks, I hope your sinuses feel better! Have some outside perspective of Coops to soothe the soul <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for a drunken rookie (no explicit alcohol)

“Pots and I are going to take it up the left,” Sirius said, never taking his eyes off his whiteboard as he drew out the lines of the play. iPads were generally the more conventional tool, but he had a thing for tradition and Sirius Black’s flair for the dramatic never ceased to amaze. “Knutty?”

Leo nodded and leaned forward, swiping a drop of sweat off his temple with a glance toward the game as Talker flew past. “I’ll be in for the rest of the period as soon as Coach calls it.”

“Bien.” He tapped Remus’ shoulder pad with the end of his pen and marked a path up the other side. “Loops, the puck is coming to you fast, so you need to keep eyes on us. Once you get it, turn on the jets and get it in. Good?”

“Good,” Remus confirmed, bumping fists with James. Leo watched them with no small amount of surprise—even though Remus had only been a player for six months, their line was rock-solid. James was the powerhouse while Remus flashed down the ice; Sirius counterbalanced them both in the middle. He was grateful he wasn’t the one to see them coming at him on plays.

“1, 6, 7, 12!” Coach barked. Leo clenched his teeth around his mouthguard and got ready to hop the boards. A swish of skates, a bump of Kasey’s shoulder, and it was game time.

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“I love you,” Leo hiccupped, plopping himself down in Logan’s lap and tangling a hand in his dark curls. He went to kiss his cheek, then frowned. “Oh.”

“Hi,” Sirius laughed with a gentle pat his side. “Good night so far, Knutty?”

Leo made a face. “Where’s my Canadian?”

“I have no idea.”

His lip slid out even further into a pout. “He told me I could sit on his lap,” he whined plaintively, resting his head in the crook of Sirius’ shoulder with a heavy sigh. The bar was warm—a little too warm, actually—but it felt nice to be sitting on something soft rather than feeling the sticky floor under his sneakers. And there was one more reason he needed to find Logan, one other highly important thing… “An’ I gotta give him a kiss.”

“Do you want to go look for him?”

Leo made a noncommittal noise and swung his leg under the table absently, letting the alcohol in his system lift all his post-game tiredness away. His head hurt a little from being awake so long. “How ‘bout I stay here and wait?”

“I think it’s about time to get you home.”

Leo sighed again, picking at a string on the knee of his ripped jeans. “Am I squishing you?”

“Non.”

“Mmkay.” A bright square of light half blinded him and he squinted. “Who’re you texting?”

“Finn.”

“Why?”

“So that he can pick you up and get you home before you fall asleep on me,” Sirius said, quite amused for some reason. “Comfy, rookie?”

He shifted even closer into the warmth and closed his eyes. Usually he got horny when he drank, but that feeling had already passed and a nap was sounding awful nice. “I like it when you call me that. Hate when other people do it, but it’s different with you.”

Sirius gave his upper arm a light squeeze. “Glad to hear it.”

“Used to drive me nuts,” he snorted. “Those first couple’a weeks on the team were rough.”

“…why?”

“Cause I had a huge crush on you.”

Cozy silence fell between them until Sirius moved to look at him. Leo blinked sleepily. “You what?”

“Well, Kasey was my first crush, right? I had his jersey an’ his poster an’ he’s fucking hot, but you’re the captain.” Sirius was so nice to him. Not everyone would have let a 6’4” hockey player sit on their lap and wait for their boyfriends. At the moment, though, Sirius looked a bit like Leo had thrown ice water in his face. “And obviouslyFinn and Logan are my boys and I love them so much and they were sopretty when I met them but, y’know, it’s the thrill of the captain vibe.”

“Am I interrupting something?” a new voice asked through poorly-suppressed laughter.

Leo turned his head to look up with a smile. “Hey, Loops, how’re you?”

“Pretty good.” Remus shared a look with Sirius, grinning, before taking the seat next to them. “You two look…content.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Sirius said immediately, though Leo felt his chest hitch with a laugh; he tapped Leo lightly on the elbow a moment later. “Finn’s heading over, d’accord?”

“But I just got here,” he mumbled.

“You’re in my spot,” Remus teased, sliding a glass over. “Drink up, bud.”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”

“Water.”

He thought for a second—he wasn’t thirsty, but his mouth was getting dry—and yawned, sitting up enough to stretch before grabbing it. In two gulps, it was gone. “Aw.”

Remus bit his lip and passed a different glass over. “You can have mine too, it’s okay.”

“How are both of you so nice?” he asked, looking between them in something like distress. The music was getting too loud, but they were both watching him intently. “It’s not even fair, man. Can’t you just be an asshole for once so the rest of us don’t look bad?”

Sirius shook his head and pressed the water cup into his hand. “Been there, done that. Do not recommend. Besides, the designated drivers don’t get to be mean.”

Leo felt a little better once the water was gone; he blinked slowly, scanning the crowds for any signs of Finn’s hair or Logan’s ass. Both were identifying features he would never get tired of. “Loops?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is your hair soft?”

“I—” He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Have you ever touched my hair?”

He leaned back against Sirius, stretching his legs out until his knees popped. “No, but it looks soft. Like Finn’s, if Finn was blonder and had curls. Fluffy.”

“It’s very fluffy,” Sirius confirmed, pulling him up a little more.

“Hey!” Leo protested. “Watch the hands, your boyfriend is right there!”

Sirius rolled his eyes with a huff. “I was making sure you didn’t slide off the bench.”

“Sure,” Leo said with a suspicious glare. “Just ‘cause I won MVP for this game—”

“Okay,” Sirius groaned, standing and detangling his limbs to transfer Leo’s weight onto Remus. “I’m going to go get your boyfriends from wherever they got distracted, and then you’re going to go home and sleep so you’re not dying at practice tomorrow. Oui?”

He disappeared into the mass of people without giving Leo time to respond, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans as he craned his neck to see over people’s heads. “Rude,” Leo sulked, cuddling up into Remus’ side instead.

“I know, right?” He took a sip of something lemony and Leo pulled a face. “What?”

“Aren’t you DD?”

“Last I checked, DD’s are allowed to drink lemonade,” he laughed, patting the top of his head. “That was an awesome save in the third, by the way. You could’ve got the hat from that one alone.”

“Which one?” Leo yawned again, licking his lips to rid them of the stickiness he could feel forming.

“The splits one.”

“Mmm, yeah, that was pretty badass.” More people darkened his periphery and he scooted over to make room. “Hey, mes amours.”

“I hear you were bothering our dear captain?” Finn asked, kissing his cheek with a grin. There was no alcohol on his breath, only the mint from the peppermint candies he always stole from the little container by the bar. “Come on, baby, time to go.”

“But Loops and I were talking,” he whined, though it only took a small tug on Finn’s part to get him to snuggle up into his soft shirt. “He was telling me how good I did in the game.”

A warm hand stroked his hair out of his eyes; warmer lips brushed his forehead, and he felt Logan’s hand on his knee. “Bedtime, love,” he said in a quiet voice, almost too soft for Leo to hear over the noisy bar. “Wanna be in the middle?”

Leo looked up in hope. “Really?”

“Ouais. C’mon, Knutty, up you go.”

He wobbled a little as he stood, but got his feet under him within a few moments with the help of Finn’s arm around his waist and waved off everyone else’s offered help. “Gonna be fine for practice,” he promised, patting Sirius’ hand with a nod. “Totally fine, don’t worry. Go—hic—go grind on your boyfriend, ‘kay? You both need it.”

“Sweet Jesus,” Sirius muttered. “I pity your head in the morning.”

“I’m fine,” Leo scoffed. He was already sleepy—there was no way he would have a headache, not after he had two whole glasses of water. “G’night.”

“Drive safe,” Sirius and Remus chorused as Logan fit himself under Leo’s other arm to kiss his neck twice, sending butterflies through his stomach. The outside world was nice and quiet; Leo barely got himself buckled into his seat before dozing off with his head against the cool passenger window.

[kimnjss]

pls i jus need to see do it again! yoongi for fucking yn rough as punishment for going out drinking after a fight and being angry at paparazzi pics of some guy following her around the club ❤️‍🔥

do it again drabble. explicit. 1.8K words.

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“it's not even that big of a deal!” eyes rolling as you storm away from him, once again. yoongi is two steps behind you the entire time, no intention of dropping the subject. no matter how many times you try to stomp off. “it is a big deal, yn! do you not get how this looks? you're my girlfriend,”

your dead set on ignoring him, focusing a little too hard on changing into your pajamas. “i don't belong to you,” you're saying in the emotionless tone that you know that he hates. deep down you know that you're wrong. you should've never left in the middle of a fight and the fact that you went out drinking didn't help.

an exact repeat of what broke you guys up the first time around, except this time you were the bad guy. yoongi, though, was just so annoying when he was right so you had every intention to argue your point until you were blue in the face.

so no, it wasn't a big deal that you left. and the guy that you met (which you didn't sleep with, so that sets you apart from him) just wanted to walk you to your car. it's not your fault that paparazzi caught the interaction on camera and now were spinning the entire incident. you couldn't control what they decided to type!

“you don't belong to me!?” the wrong thing to say to your possessive and extremely jealous boyfriend. especially while angry.

you both know the answer to that question, so you ignore him, eyes focused on yourself in the mirror as your fingers move to work the buttons of your shirt. you're trying not to look at him, because truth be told, your boyfriend was unlawfully hot when he was angry. and you weren't actually annoyed, just looking for reasons to stress him out.

he takes two long strides before he's standing in front of you. you're baring your neck, predicting his actions and he lets out a humorless chuckle as his palm wraps around your neck. barely squeezing but enough to get your attention. “you're mine. say it,” you make a show of keeping your lips pressed together, shaking your head from side to side.

yoongi uses the grip he has on your neck to pull your head forward, mouth luring yours into a sloppy kiss. you hate how quickly you melt into him, hands gripping the sides of his shirt as your jaw falls slack for him. he licks into your mouth, teeth biting into your skin and you take everything he gives you with needy whimpers.

you don't even realize the way your hands travel, fingertips gliding down the front of his body until they're latching onto his belt buckle. you're tugging him closer to him, feeling the hardness of his cock against your lower belly. what you had been arguing about flying out of your mind.

he notices, pulling back from your mouth in an instant. pink tongue pushing out to break the line of saliva that connects your lips and he's got this look in his eye like he could swallow you whole. you wouldn't mind seeing him try.

the grip on your neck loosens, his hand moving to grasp your chin and force your head up to look at him. his jaw moves before his lips are pursing a little bead of spit poking out from the pink pout. you're quicker than him. no desire to wait for it to fully leave his mouth, you're leaning up and swiping your tongue over his lips, collecting the spit into your mouth.

yoongi laughs, fingers burying themselves in your hair to hold your face against his. nose smushed together and lips inches apart. “so greedy,” the words leave his mouth just before he's pressing them to yours. the kiss doesn't last long, no more than a peck before he's lowering you onto your knees with the hold he has in your hair.

no need to wait for instruction, you know what he wants. hands reaching out to undo the buckle of his belt and pull apart the button of his jeans. his large hand comes down to do the rest, fishing his hard cock from its confines.

you watch on greedily as his hand glides over his length. it's hypnotizing. engorged head peeking out from the hole his fist creates, thumb lifting to brush over the sensitive parts. his hips move slowly, much slower than he does with you. it's teasing, almost. he goes until you're growing impatient and precum is rolling over his knuckles.

“open.” mouth forming a perfect 'o' before the demand has fully left his lips. you're reaching out for him, but he's moving out of your reach. “no hands,” the tantalizing way he brushes his cock over your lips has you quickly locking your arms behind your back. yeah, right, not his. look how well you listen.

yoongi doesn't take his time with filling your mouth, pushing himself down your throat before leaning back and then shoving his way back in. he does that a few times as you struggle to move your tongue along the underside of him. with a firm grip in your hair, he fucks himself into your mouth. setting a pace that has his eyes feeling heavy.

he can't believe how cute you look, mouth wide open, cheeks flushed, and his cock down your throat. if he pushes far enough he could make your eyes water. you had spent so long in the mirror gluing those ridiculous lashes on, it would be rude to fuck it up. he hesitates, but is quickly reminded of the fact that you're kinda a bitch... so he's pushing down further.

your throat is tightening around him in the way you know he likes and it nearly knocks him off his feet. you're looking up at him with this cocky look in your teary eyes, so it only makes sense that he wipes that look off your face. he pulls back without little to no warning, quick to lift your body from the floor and tossing you onto the bed.

you can't help but laugh at the annoyed look on his face as he makes his way over to you, legs spread and arms reaching out to him. he settles into them as if there's some magnetic pull, cock instantly resting between your damp folds. “i can feel how wet you are... who got you like this, baby?”

shoulders lifting in a shrug as you force the smile from spreading onto your lips. “you're such a little shit,” he says through a laugh, hand reaching between your bodies to properly align his cock with your entrance. it takes one swift movement of his hips to have him buried deep inside of you, pulling a loud screech from your lips.

he moves with enough force that has your body inching up the bed. tugging you down when you get too far only to have to do it again. yoongi knows exactly what to do to push you over the edge, cock filling you so nicely as he sucks hickeys into your neck. one large hand grips your hips, moving your body along with him.

and then all at once, he's deciding that he wants you kneeled down in front of him. and instead of asking you to move, he's flipping you over. now you've never told yoongi about your slight strength kink, but you're sure it's obvious with how you flutter at the way he uses his against you.

his hips snap into your at a bruising pace, the sound of skin slapping and your needy cries filling the room. he builds you up, fingers between your legs and toying with your clit only to knock you down, easing his pace into a slow grind. it drives you nuts and you're seconds from begging him to let you cum when it's dawning on you what he wants to hear.

as if. deciding to take matters into your own hands, you're reaching down, fingers instantly finding your clit. the gasp you let out gives you away much sooner than you intended and he's quickly swatting your hand away. “what did i say about touching my stuff?” quick to flip you onto your back, you're met with his unimpressed scowl.

cheeks flushed and a layer of sweat forming at his hairline... on his brow, he's barely holding on. “fuck, make me cum.” walls tightening around his length as you reach down to wrap your arms around his waist.

the words you say barely register as he takes in the way you look. hair knotted and laying wild around your face. mascara smudged beneath your eyes, your lips are red and swollen from the way you've been biting them, eyelash stuck to your flushed cheek. you're so pretty. his pretty girlfriend.

he nearly knocks the wind out of you with the harsh thrust of his hips. stuffing himself deep inside of you before pulling away and then attempting to go deeper. you can barely focus enough to match his rhythm, mouth hanging open as you pant. and then any reserve you have his shattering when his knuckles meet your clit. pinching and rolling it between the two digits.

your head tilts back, body arching off of the bed as a loud squeal falls from your lips. “yoongi, fuck! oh my god...” and then you're babbling. nonsense sentences falling from your lips all of them being different variations on being his. he takes the confession in stride, angling his hips to reach parts of you that he knows will have you falling apart.

and he's right. the orgasm he has been teasing for the past half hour comes crashing through. all you can do is lie there and take it, desperately trying to get closer to him as panted chants of 'all yours' fall from your lips. it does wonders for his ego and the release he's been holding back.

it's at the final squeeze of your pussy he's letting himself finally let go. hurriedly pulling out to spill his seed onto your stomach. you're barely able to keep your eyes open, moaning at the new warmth on your skin. yoongi laughs at the sleepy way your arm moves, fingers swiping up as much cum as they can before you're pushing them into your mouth.

his lips follow suit, lips pressed to yours just as your fingers are slipping out. he can taste himself on your tongue, but he doesn't care. too in love with the lazy way you kiss him to care, sticky fingers tangled in his hair. “you're all mine too,” you're mumbling, just in case he forgot.

that has a large grin growing on his features. “all yours,” nose nudging against yours as he leans in for another kiss. much sweeter than the ones before, gentler. it gives away how in love with you he is.

it's more than obvious to you. “you're so in love with me,” you're saying through a yawn, lips falling for his and head finding his chest. you're the least bit concerned with getting up and cleaning off and he's not going to be the one to make the suggestion. instead, he pulls you closer, arms wrapped around your shoulders.

you don't wait to hear him agree, already know the answer. he's made it clear time and time again, no matter how often you fight. “don't worry, i love you too,” words barely audible with your face buried in his chest, eyes shut. it's not long before you're both falling asleep.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine.

Erik’s girl confesses that’s she’s in to both men and women and Erik helps her hit on women.

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, GxG, Voyeurism, Bisexual

It’s not like she could get over it. It’s engraved in her so deeply. He knows now and how long does it have to take before the moment finally arises? It’s killing her to suppress her urges. Dashawn was a phone call away. There are dating apps to meet new girl friends and secretly meet up. Not even the compilation videos of women eating each other’s pussies, tribbing, and dildo-fucking calmed the ache in her clit.

Of course, Erik is there to give his baby girl what she needs but a woman would complete the puzzle. While Erik fucked her with his burgeoning erection, drilling deep, a sexy woman can lick and suck all over her nipples. Maybe, this woman and Erik can eat her pussy at the same time. The possibilities are endless. But, she’s never been with a woman. Would she eat her pussy good? Good enough to make her cum hard?

Damn, Y/N hoped so.

“You overthink shit too much, baby,” Erik said to Y/N with his hands massaging her naked hip.

“I’ve never done it before. I’m nervous.”

“Had my ass fooled when you were flirting with Dashawn.”

“That’s flirting,” Y/N sat up in bed, “Not eating pussy.”

“Don’t you women have like an unspoken bond? Like, you know what turns you on and shit? Whatever makes you cum I’m sure makes her cum too. Can’t be as hard as you’re making it out to be.”

“You do have a fair point. Maybe it’s just my nerves. So, when should we do this?”

Erik chortled, “Ma, we have to find a chick who will be down first.”

“I can’t help that I want it so bad, daddy.”

Y/N rolled over with her smooth back facing Erik. All he could see was her wild ringlets. Erik reached out to slip his fingers between the moisturized spirals.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll find a lucky girl soon—

“I have one in mind.” Y/N blurted out.

Erik sat up fully, the thin sheet pooling around his naked lower half. His fingertips danced across Y/N’s back when a dimpled smile spread across his full, sinful lips.

“I think I know who you’re referring to. Dashawn, isn’t it?”

“No.”

Erik gaped at her with a deep crease in his brow.

“I thought you were feeling Dashawn, baby?”

“I am but that’s not who I want for my first time. I want Raven.”

“Oohhhh…so it’s like that? Seeing her naked at the studio got your shit wet, huh baby?”

The way Erik said that has Y/N clenching her thighs.

“Sssssss…mmm…it’s funny that you mention Raven. She’s been asking about you a lot at the studio.”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder and her eyes swept up and down Erik’s inviting body.

“She has? What did she say?”

Erik gave a half shrug, “Nothing obvious just how you’ve been doin’. Now, I’m starting to think she wanna know because she can’t get you off her mind.”

“I didn’t do anything to make her feel that way,” Y/N said with a soft-spoken voice.

“You clearly don’t know how good you fuckin’ look no matter how many times I tell you. You’re fine ass need to stop with allat shit.”

“Do you think she’ll be down?”

Erik’s eyes bore into Y/N’s, “I know Raven and with that being said she ain’t turning down no pussy. She used to tell me some wild shit that would have you turned on so fuckin’ hard, baby.”

“I’m already horny for her,” Y/N said with a whimper.

“Horny is an understatement.” He said.

Y/N took it upon herself to lift up and straddle Erik’s lap. Erik is so hard that his dick bounces up and hit his abs. Y/N’s slick, tight walls know how to suck up and work on that staff. Even with the soreness from Erik jackhammering her pussy, giving her pleasured pain, she still wanted him to bust her wide open.

“It’s what I’m feeling right now, times ten?” Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s shoulders and started grinding her pussy along his hard dick.

“Times 100,” Erik pushed down on the base of his dick to line himself up with Y/N’s begging pussy, smacking it with the tip of his dick.

“You hopped up on my lap quick for this dick again…”

“I can’t help that I’m obsessed.”

Y/N planted her hands on his muscular thighs and with how strong and sturdy they felt he can drive that fat, long dick hard and deep, balls deep, into her wet warmth. She spread her legs so he could watch the way he made that wide tip rub between her pussy lips. Even after two orgasms that night, Erik wasn’t through. The thought of sex with his baby girl always brought up an instant erection. Even after busting a nut, he was ready to go again with another big load waiting for her at the end. Erik used his big hands to lift her completely off his lap and onto her back. Expertly, Erik shoved her knees toward her shoulders to get a look at her fat, hot, cream-centered pussy. It was trimmed neatly with rosy pink inner lips extending beyond her outer lips.

Erik’s eyes reminded Y/N of midnight as he looked up at her through his curled lashes. He looked absolutely delicious. Even with his lips centimeters away from her pussy, Y/N had to take him all in: short dreads in his eyes, gold slugs in his mouth, and smooth brown skin the color of warm caramel. He also has the sexiest, piercing black eyes that always seemed to see straight into her soul. And just like that his fingers are massaging and tugging gently at her clit, preparing for what she knew would come next. He just kept looking at her with those eyes of his with her pussy in his face, and then lowered his head between her legs. Y/N swore she started cumming from the first flick of his warm, skillful tongue, the feeling was so intense.

Erik alternated between licking and sucking gently on her clit, while sticking one, then two fingers inside of her. This man knows her body so well. What she liked. What drove her crazy. He always made sure his girl got hers before he did. With the fingers that were inside of her, Erik put them in his mouth and sucked off her wetness before replacing his fingers with his tongue. With the way he spread her plump pussy lips apart, Y/N could see his tongue flicking, circling, and disappearing inside of her. Mercilessly, Erik tongue-fucked Y/N to the point of her squealing and moaning. He didn’t slow down his movements for a second. She attempts to lock his head between her thighs but Erik’s strong hands pushed her thighs back further. Y/N’s body began to convulse with orgasmic sensations. She pushed at Erik’s head and that’s when he gave her a break.

“Daddy…you didn’t tell me what she told you,” Y/N spoke breathlessly.

“You sure you’ll be able to handle that with this dick down your throat?” Erik said.

“I promise. I just want to hear the sexy story for myself…”

“Aight.”

Erik swiped his tongue over Y/N’s clit a few times before kissing up her belly. Smiling, Erik crawled out of bed and pulled Y/N’s body to the edge. From the little bit of light shining through the window, Y/N could see his long, fat dick in her face and her mouth watered instantly.

“I’m hungry, feed me,” Y/N purred.

Whack whack, Erik slapped his pipe against the sides of her face, “Is this what you’re hungry for?”

“Yes, please give it to me. I always want this dick in my mouth.”

“Then open up for daddy,” Erik said as Y/N dropped her head over the side of the bed, slowly feeding his long dick into her mouth until the whole thing was in.

“Don’t choke, baby, take your time…mmm…and keep your thighs open so I can see your pussy…”

Y/N definitely mastered her gag reflex as she gave deep-throat head effortlessly. Slurping and sucking his dick in and out of her mouth, Y/N drenched it with spit. In a constant rhythm she sucked him in halfway, to the tip, then to the base with her tongue, licking up and down the underside. Erik began to moan and cuss loudly.

“Raven told me about how she fucked the shit out of her best friend…grinding her clit on hers and squirting all over her throbbing pussy. feeling her soft moans in her mouth while she finger-fucked her. hold her legs back while she shoved her tongue in her pussy until she cried…she said her best friend begged her to keep fucking her pussy with that clit…”

Y/N found herself rubbing her clit to Erik’s words. She imagined what Raven would say to her when the moment finally happened.

I wanna make you squirt

This pussy gonna make me cum all over you

Y/N’s lips loosened around Erik’s dick so she could moan.

“You like that shit? The thought of her squirting all over your pussy? You gon’ make her pussy cum in your mouth?”

Y/N stopped sucking to speak, “Yes, daddy.”

“I’ll be right there, baby. Fuck, suck this fucking dick. Here,” Erik said, stuffing his dick in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she sucked his dick and licked the length.

The area around Y/N’s pussy was so sensitive that she couldn’t fucking stand it. Her pussy was swollen and wetter than it had ever felt before the more Erik talked about Raven and her nasty all girl orgies.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby, make daddy nut for the third time tonight, fuck, mm, get that nut out this dick, baby, shit, look what you making me do!”

Y/N was a starving woman, frantically bobbing her head back and forth, lips sealed right to meaty shaft and cheeks billowing with pressure, sucking and sucking on Erik’s dick. Y/N took even breaths and plunged down to his pubes and pulled back up again, consuming his big dick over and over. His dick filled her mouth and throat, satiating a small part of her pent-up appetite, but not nearly all of it. She wanted sweet pussy in her mouth next.

“FUCK,” Erik pulled out of her mouth with a grunt. He couldn’t believe how much he exploded inside of her mouth and that he wasn’t finished with her.

“Daddy, look at my pussy,” Y/N parted her lips for him and rubbed her clit with her middle finger, “Juicy, Right?”

“Fat and juicy…I’m about to drop another load in that beautiful pussy, baby.”

Erik flips Y/N over onto her stomach and raised her hips up with her knees on the edge of the bed. Slowly, with his large hands on her hips, he eased his rigid dick inside until it reached the base. Immediately her body shuddered, as if it was all it needed to reach a climax. Erik used Y/N’s hips to force her down while he pumped her pussy. Y/N skillfully moved her hips in circular and up-and-down motions. When he realized how eager she was to have his dick Erik entered her tight pussy more forcefully and a loud, smacking sound from his dick and her innards separating for him filled the room.

“Ah, fuck me, daddy! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!” Y/N screamed.

His thighs collided with her ass hard. So hard she felt it all the way to her stomach. Her face contorted as she whispered the word yes over and over.

“You know I love this fat ass pussy, right? Bend that back and take this fuckin’ dick!”

Erik couldn’t look away from her beautiful, dark, meaty lips wrapped around his dick from her vice grip.

“Keep creaming on daddy, baby. Daddy love this wet pussy so much—”

“Yes! Fuck!” Y/N could feel an intense orgasm surge through her body and Erik sped up the pace.

“GODDAYUM, oh yeah, baby, take this dick!!!!!” 

Erik’s dick swelled inside of Y/N and released another huge load deep inside of her for the third time that evening. He could feel the sweat from his body dripping to the bed and Y/N’s back. Erik looked at her pussy with a bite of his bottom lip, slowly sliding out and groaning from how much she squeezed him.

“That puss don’t want this dick to go. Fuck…”

Erik dropped down to his knees on the carpet behind Y/N, pussy-level. She was sodden, beat up, dripping with moisture, lips swollen and slick on the outside, pink and gleaming on the inside. Erik stuck his tongue out and touched her flaps with the tip on each side.

“Erik!” Y/N gasped, jerking.

Erik licked up her slit from deep in between her legs to the top of her trimmed mound, dragging her pussy in one long, hard, wet stroke.

“You love eating my pussy, daddy!” Y/N moaned, ass bouncing above his head because she couldn’t keep still.

He lapped her pussy, stroking her flaps with his tongue, scooping up her creamy juices and gulping them down.

“Ooooh, baby!”

Y/N’s legs quivered out of control. Erik talked nasty shit about how good her pussy tastes and how it’s fat and filled with his cum. He couldn’t stop himself from spreading her plumped pussy lips wide with his fingers, exposing her shining pink and swollen clit. He started spearing her pussy with his wet tongue.

“Fuck!” Y/N cried, jolted by the impact of his tongue in her pussy. Erik pistoned his head back and forth, pumping her, fucking her with his tongue before burying it deep, squirming it around with a wild shake of his head and full of tapered locs, digging deep into her soaked pussy. Y/N bent over almost in two, reaching back to grab onto Erik’s head, overcome with so much emotion and pleasure. Erik pulled his tongue out and dragged it along her fleshy inner lips again before sucking her clit up like a sweet treat.

“Erik, oh my god, baby, please,” Y/N gasped.

Erik kissed her clit, engulfed it with his lips and vacuum-sealed her clit, his cheeks billowing. Y/N quivered wickedly with her muffled cries.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Y/N wailed.

Erik spit her clit out with saliva and stood up with a heavy exhale and her juices all over her face. Y/N moaned low and long, unable to move from the bed from how numb her body felt. Erik spanked her cheeks around before giving her a kiss on her lower back.

“Okay, I think I’m really done for the night this time,” Erik’s deep voice spoke tiredly. He walked blindly towards the bathroom within the darkness of the bedroom to quickly cleanse himself.

Y/N crawled onto the bed and got with a content sigh and a smile on her face. She could see Erik washing his face at the sink, his dick still hardened despite his words of being finished. After he cleansed his face, Erik brushed his teeth and left the light on for Y/N to do the same. On her way out of the bed, Erik slapped her ass.

“Is Raven going to be at the studio tomorrow?”

“You know it. She has a shoot like every week to keep up with her portfolio and modeling lifestyle. Tomorrow we’re shooting a scene where she’s dripping wet. I think you’ll love this one, baby.”

Y/N couldn’t conceal her excitement.

“That’s the perfect time to ask her then. I’ll go with you.”

Erik folded his hands behind his head as he laid back against the pillows, smiling at the ceiling.

“My baby girl ain’t playing. So, you remember how you did it with Dashawn, right? You gotta have that same confidence with Raven. Don’t let her boldness distract you from making a move. Look her in the eyes and tell her how bad you want her. I already know it’ll work.”

“Raven seems like she’s always in control,” Y/N said in between scrubbing the back of her teeth.

“Don’t worry about allat. Show that bitch that you can take control too. Let her know straight up how you want it. With your tongue up her pussy.”

Y/N rinsed her mouth out and wiped off her hands. She turned the light off in their bathroom and joined Erik in bed. Y/N snuggled close to him and rested her head on his solid chest.

“Night, baby girl, you wore me out,” Erik kissed her forehead.

“Night,” Y/N closed her eyes and within seconds she was off to sleep.

_______________

Erik has a special part of his studio dedicated to shooting scenes with water or even paint. Raven posed with her left foot propped up against a wooden chair with thin, sheer white panties on and a white Henley. Her loose curls that were once frizzy and dry are now damp against her head. The water from the sprinklers rained down on her and the water mimicked rain bouncing off pebbled rock around her feet. Erik flicked it up on his new Nikon D850 camera, taking several photos of Raven in that pose before adjusting the studio lights. Keeping it comfortable during this wet photo shoot, Erik wore a simple white tee and black basketball shorts with his feet bare. His tapered locs are pulled back from his face so they wouldn’t drip in his eyes from all the water.

“Hold that pose, Rae, poke your hip out a little more for me, good, raise your chin a little bit, you look so damn good girl, mmm! Aight, one more like this and then I want you to take off your shirt.”

“You know I always gotta get naked for my shoots, Erik,” Raven laughs.

“That’s why I said take off that shirt. Aight, focus, girl.”

Erik snapped two more pictures before waiting until Raven removed her shirt. Her plum sized breasts with big, protruding nipples stood at attention when she arched her back. Raven closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her face.

“Don’t you move, I like this shot,” Erik found a good angle and took a few pictures, “Baby, come take a look at this.”

Erik looked over his shoulder at Y/N as she walked over to see the photos. Y/N had on jean shorts with a white cropped tee and her curly hair styled in a pineapple.

“You like this?” Erik showed her the picture of Raven with her titties out. The water felt cold beneath her feet and from how hard Raven’s nipples are she knew she had to be shivering.

“I like it,” Y/N said with a low voice.

So there she was, staring at Raven and suddenly her eyes latched onto hers. Raven grinned, and Y/N stood there nervous as all hell. Somehow she managed to slightly wave at Raven. She waved back.

“I think we’re finished. I got forty pictures and when I get home I’ll go through them to figure out which ones to send you. Cool?”

“Fine with me, you got any wine?” Raven asked as she walked off set with her breasts bouncing with each step. She stood on the opposite side of Erik, peering over his shoulder at her photos. Y/N caught a whiff of jasmine and cedar wood wafting from Raven’s honey glazed skin.

“I have a few bottles of chilled white wine if that’s okay with you,” Erik said.

“Fine by me. I’m not ready to go yet,” Raven rested her chin on Erik’s shoulder as her penetrating gaze sought out Y/N’s, “How have you been, beautiful? Long time no see.”

“I’ve been great, actually. You?”

“Booked and busy, chile. I’ll be out of town in a couple of days so I wanted to get this shoot done before then. Thanks to your man here he cleared his schedule just for me.”

Raven pecked Erik’s cheek.

“I’m starting to think you’re his favorite client,” Y/N said.

“I better be,” Raven sassed before sauntering away, “I’ll grab the wine! Y/N come sit with me so we can catch up!”

Y/N’s eyes never left Raven, not even when she went to retrieve the wine. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Y/N almost fell back down when she caught a glimpse of her. She looked exotic—short, jet-black ringlets, smooth caramel skin, deep-set sienna eyes, and full luscious lips. Raven spotted Y/N looking when she took a seat on Erik’s black leather sectional and gave her a warm smile before waving her over.

“While you two get acquainted, I’m gonna get these fans going in here so this water can dry up. Hey,” Erik’s lips brushed across Y/N’s neck, “breathe, baby. Get some of that wine to loosen you up a bit.”

“Kay,” Y/N accepted Erik’s tongue and a slap on the ass before taking tentative steps towards Raven. She’s drinking her glass of wine and flipping through a photo album with some of Erik’s best work.

“What took you so long to come over here?” Raven asked, “I was about to say you didn’t want my company?!”

Y/N couldn’t help but to laugh at her words. Raven shut the album.

“You aren’t cold,” Y/N said, pointing her finger and Raven’s bare chest.

“No. I’m good like this,” Raven peered down at her chest before shimmying her shoulders to make them sway, “It’s just breasts! If you want, you can get comfortable too.”

“Oh,” Y/N could feel desire blossom in her belly, “Maybe after a few sips of wine.

Y/N helped herself to wine.

“So that means that you would take off your shirt then?” Raven asked.

“Y-yeah,” Y/N gulped down some of her wine, “So. What do you model for exactly? I never asked.”

“I used to model for Playboy but now I do my own thing to build my portfolio with Erik and to make some extra cash, I model nude for this exclusive black-owned porn company called the triple B.”

“Really?” Y/N cleared her throat, “What’s that stand for?”

“Black Beautiful Bodies. I wish it was something nastier,” Raven chuckled.

“Oooh, I see, that’s what’s up! So does that mean that you—you know—take other pictures as well?”

“Define other?”

“Like…pictures of your vagina.”

“Yes!” Raven squealed, “Has Erik ever taken nude photos of you with his camera?”

Y/N became bashful.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me this big time photographer never asked his girl to pose nude before! I mean…I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t with a body like that on you.”

“He has…a few times.”

“How were you posed,” Raven helped herself to more wine, “Lingerie strip tease? Fresh out the shower? After steamy sex?”

“After sex and in lingerie but not a strip tease.”

“Erik likes full on shots. His favorite is when my legs are spread wide and my pussy is doing the smiling for the camera.”

Y/N’s body shivered. She knew her man took all kinds of photos but to hear it from Raven it surprised and intrigued Y/N.

“Sexy, right? I’m assuming Erik enjoys the same for you?”

“Y-Yes,” Y/N adjusted her hips, “He does.”

“And let’s not forget breast shots. Your DDs put my 34Bs to shame, honey,” Raven said with a smile.

“You have nice breasts though…they’re pretty.”

Raven arched a brow, “and so are yours and I haven’t even seen them! Look at you. You’re gorgeous!”

Raven slid closer beside Y/N until her knee was rubbing against hers.

“How much more wine before I get to see those big titties?”

“Not long,” Y/N dropped her eyes to her lap, “Rae…there’s something I want to ask you.”

Raven crossed one leg over the other, “Ask away.”

Y/N hesitated, not sure how to ask because of how nervous she is. She tried to build confidence but the more Raven looked at her the way she was, the more difficult it became. It had honestly slipped her mind between their skin making contact and Raven rubbing her index finger around the tip of her wine glass like she was fingering a nipple.

“Okay, so, um, I’m bisexual, right…”

“Right,” Raven reiterated.

“And I’ve never been with a woman before—”

“Get out, seriously?”

“No lie.”

“Why?”

“Well…because I’m new to this whole thing. I told Erik some days ago for the first time.”

“Aww, Y/N,” Raven sat her glass down and caressed Y/N’s thigh, “That’s so cute. I mean, I already knew but I’m glad you told Erik about it. So, what’s your question?”

“What I wanna know is if you’d be down to hook up…with me? And Erik?”

From the way Raven’s eyes twinkled and her lips parted ever so slightly, Y/N knew that her answer would be an instant yes. She felt relieved and a little less nervous. Still, it’s Raven. Y/N could feel her wetness coming down into her panties the more she sat there holding Raven’s gaze.

“Take off your shirt,” Raven cooed with a lick of her lips.

Y/N sat her glass down and with shaky fingers she began taking off her cropped white tee. She had on a nude T-shirt bra underneath that Raven didn’t hesitate to help her out of.

“So, that’s a yes?” Y/N asked with a timid giggle.

“It’s a hell yes. Girl, if only you knew how much I wanted to steal you from Erik and have you all to myself.”

“W—what about Erik? Have you ever…thought about it?”

“A few times. Your man used to slang dick up in here before he met you. Models would line up to get a piece of Erik. I came in one time an hour before my shoot and found him buried deep in some chick. That shit turned me on.”

“He told me about that one,” Y/N said, feeling her breasts fall freely from the bra.”

“Just that one? Your man used to get down with more than one, you like that?”

“I actually do,” Y/N exhaled when she felt the fabric of her bra brush past her hard nipples and Raven’s warm breath on her ear.

“Kinky…” Raven whispered before flicking Y/N’s ear with her tongue.

Raven seductively started rubbing Y/N’s nipples from behind, pinching them in between her thumbs and forefingers. Her nipples were so hard it was almost painful. Y/N closed her eyes and shuddered when she felt Raven’s lips sucking on her earlobe. Y/N didn’t know what to do with her hands so she placed them on Raven’s thighs.

“Titties are so big and soft,” Raven whispered, “I want to lick wine off your nipples.”

“Yeah?” Y/N said with a hushed tone.

“Uh-huh…you’re just so sweet I’d eat a whole meal off of you…”

She turned her body around to face Raven and their chests touched, hard nipples rubbing against each other. Raven brushed some of Y/N’s hair from her face and slowly leaned in with her luscious lips parted. Her wet, versatile tongue traced Y/N’s lips and then she used her teeth to latch onto Y/N’s bottom lip. Y/N feeling more confident placed her hands on Raven’s breasts and used her thumbs to tweak her nipples. The leather crinkled beneath their bodies as they moved to taste each other deeper. Y/N couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Lay back,” Raven said.

Y/N did as she was instructed, heavy breasts spread out sideways from her position. Raven picked up the bottle of wine and went to straddle Y/N. Raven tipped the bottle over and the cold white wine covered Y/N’s chest. Her back arched and quickly she moaned when Raven’s lips circled her left nipple. She sucked hard and Y/N could feel her nipple being tugged. It felt so damn good. When Raven started tickling it with the tip of her tongue Y/N started to squirm. She could feel heat against her and when her eyes opened, Y/N was staring up at Erik. He didn’t even have to whip that dick out to show that it’s hard. His massive dick created a prominent and very noticeable bulge.

Raven’s back is arched and her tight, bubbly ass sat high enough for Erik to see her pussy lips through her panties. Y/N still had on her jean shorts and from the way his heavy-lidded eyes kept staring at them both she knew he would rather see naked pussy as well. Raven could feel his eyes on them too so she popped her lips off a nipple and looked back at Erik with a sly grin.

“She told me everything. So are we doing this right now or what?”

“No need to take this party elsewhere, might as well keep it going.” Erik said.

“You hear that, Y/N, looks like we’ll be rubbing pussies on this couch.” Raven said with a flick of her tongue.

“Mmm,” Erik hummed, “I got just the thing for this moment.”

“Let me guess, your camera,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Yep!” Erik jogged off to grab one of his cameras.

That left Raven and Y/N to explore each other more. Raven kissed along Y/N’s nipples before dragging her lips and tongue up her neck and to her mouth. They kissed intensely; tongue, spit, a roll of the hips, and moans. It felt so good to Y/N when Raven’s nipples clashed with hers. It made her tremble. Raven’s tongue is eager in Y/N’s mouth each time she ran it back and forth against hers.

“Y/N,” Raven moaned against her lips, “I really wanna taste you…”

Raven sat up on her knees to unfasten Y/N’s shorts.

“Play with your breasts for me,” Raven said with parted lips.

Y/N cupped her breasts and rolled them together sensually. She brings a nipple to her mouth to suck on while Raven slides her bottoms down revealing a freshly waxed pussy. Erik returned shirtless with his camera in hand. With a lick of his lips he aimed the camera at the two gorgeous women and sapped a couple of shots of Y/N playing with her breasts while Raven positioned herself between her legs.

“Shit, y’all got my dick hard,” Erik palmed himself, “bring her legs back some more, Rae.”

Raven brought Y/N’s knees to her chest and Erik had a clear shot of Y/N’s fat, wet vulva spread open. The look of desire on her face with her hair in her eyes had Erik lowering his pants to show them just how stiff that fat dick is. Raven and Y/N shared a look and knowing smiles. Y/N reached out and gripped Erik’s fully grown erection, bringing him closer with a gentle tug of his dick. Raven giggled with a bite of her lip.

“Now that’s how you bring a big dick into the equation,” She smoothed her hands down his abs and made her voice low, “I can’t wait to see how this feels.”

“Damn, girl,” He Erik popped Raven’s ass, “Stick that long tongue out and rest it on her clit. I gotta capture that shit.”

Raven divided Y/N’s soaked lips to make her clit poke out more and then she stuck her tongue out and rested the pointed tip of it against her clit while looking in the camera.

“Mmmmhhhnmmm,” Erik leaned in to get a close up, “wet ass pussy…Rae, wrap your lips around it…make that fat pussy cum.”

“Ffffuckkk,” Y/N sat up on her elbows and threw her head back. Raven’s tongue was just how she imagined—warm, and skillful. She didn’t waste time making Y/N’s pussy twitch and quiver. She would made loud slurping noises when she lapped at Y/N’s pussy. Erik got down on his knees and pressed his lips into Y/N’s, the soft warm feel of his chest against her breasts as he let the tip of his tongue flick tiny licks along her seam.

“She’s eating my pussy so good, daddy—”

“The way she working that mouth on your pussy got me hurting over here,” Erik gripped his dick and stroked it, “buck your hips in her face…just like that…feed her that puss. Rae, open your mouth like you wanna fit her whole pussy in there…”

Loud smacking noises came from Raven’s mouth and Erik watched with his wet lips poked out as Raven sucked up all Y/N’s wetness spewing from her core.

“You taste so sweet, so juicy, like mangoes,” Raven said.

“Eat my pussy,” Y/N whimpered, her cries of pleasure adoring Raven’s mouth. Raven and Y/N stared at each other.

“Let me taste her pussy off your tongue…”

Raven lifted up and her long tongue extended out for Erik to wrap his lips around it and start sucking. Y/N watched them kiss heatedly and messily with lots of slurping. Erik hissed when Raven’s dainty hand found it’s way to his fat dick, stroking it slowly. He reached around to fondle Raven’s pussy through her panties with a deep frown on his face.

“Why the fuck you still got panties on, ma? Couldn’t wait to have my girl pussy in your mouth that’s why.”

“Here,” Raven turned her back towards Erik with her ass in the air and a wiggle of her slender hips, “Take them off of me.”

Erik licked his lips and kneeled down behind Raven’s ass, planting kisses to her cheeks. Raven could hear Y/N’s mewling and when she looked at her she could see her fingers playing with her clit and her wet entrance convulsing.

“I didn’t forget about you baby…” Raven sucked on two fingers before she spread her labia and started fingering her. Y/N’s breasts swayed from her movement, “Erik gets to suck and lick all over these big breasts any time he wants…so lucky…”

“Spread your legs some more, Rae…mmm,” Erik started tonguing Raven’s folds. Her full and puffy outer lips hid her tiny jewel and when Erik spread her wide his eyes gleamed with lust at how glistening and pink she is. It reminded him of cotton candy and it tasted like she’d been munching on berries.

All you could hear were the mixture of moans at various levels and creamy sounds. Erik had a firm grip of Raven’s tight, little ass and all Y/N could see is his face move up and down, swiping her and covering her with saliva. Y/N could practically feel the heat radiating from her pussy and when she noticed how flushed and swollen her pussy lips were, it let her know that her release was right around the corner.

With Raven’s fingers moving in and out of her with gusto, waves of pleasure ran through her and she felt her release building higher and higher. Y/N couldn’t peel her eyes away from Erik’s rigid pipe with pre-cum dripping from his wide tip. If she looked close enough, she could see several bulging veins throb.

“Fuck, I love how you eat pussy, Erik,” Raven’s mouth formed an O, “Shitttttt, suck on that clit!”

When Raven’s limber leg raises up Y/N gasped at how Erik’s lips glided up and down with a suction so tight around her clit.

“Daddy, eat that pussy,” Y/N moaned, “Fuck, she’s creaming so much—”

“Yes, oh, nigga, eat me!”

Raven clawed the couch and her body began to spasm. She gasped out loud as if she lost the will to breathe. Not once did Erik release his hold on her folds.

“I’m squirting! Erik!”

She couldn’t finger Y/N any longer. Raven cried out and shouted Erik’s name repeatedly.

“Daddy, my turn,” Y/N groaned, barley able to speak. Raven cursed when Erik finally unraveled his big lips from her pussy. A sticky stream trickled from Raven’s pussy and she watched Erik thrust his thick meat down Y/N’s throat. He jammed that solid pole all the way down her throat in one motion.

“Ohh, shit. She sucking all that?” Raven said with envious eyes.

“You gotta bring that mouth to me if you want some too,” Erik said with a bite of his bottom lip.

Raven straddles Y/N and pressed her face against hers. She had a magnifying view of Erik’s dick digging out Y/N’s throat. She cupped his big balls and weighed them in her hand, pleasantly aroused and drooling to get her lips around those. They dangled and tapped Y/N’s chin each time he went lower.

“Sharing is caring, Y/N. Let me see if I can get it all the way down like you…Erik!”

Raven snatched his dick up and bobbed her head hard. Y/N peppered kisses along his length with her eyes on Erik. Raven slurped on him like it was her first time with a big dick in her mouth. Y/N let her do her thing, soaking wet and throbbing from the visual alone.

“Ughhhhhh,” Erik was motionless. His straping thighs flexed hard and out of his control.

“Fuckin’ suck this dick!” He told her with a deep, commanding voice.

Y/N watched with rapid attention as Erik cradled the back of Raven’s neck and fucked her throat.

“Get that dick, Rae, Y/N, I know you see my nuts in your face. Make this dick cum, both of y’all.”

When his voice got raspy and deep like that Y/N knew he was ready to explode. Raven popped her lips off of Erik’s dick and fed it to Y/N while she licked his balls. Y/N wiggled her tongue in Erik’s slit so she could hear him moan. He had a hand on the back of each of their heads as he grunted and groaned.

“Suck that nut out, fuck! Y’all ain’t playing.”

They surely weren’t. Both women took turns like generous little sluts and showed Erik what they could do with their tongues and lips to get his nut out.

“Fuck, ima bust on both of y’all pretty bitches—FUCK—goddamn, got my dick leaking like a motherfucker—”

Raven and Y/N rubbed their faces along Erik’s dick as he spurted out a hefty load. They didn’t leave a trace behind except for their own faces. When Raven and Y/N shared yet another kiss, Erik grabbed his camera to take a picture of them with his cum shining on their beautiful, brown faces.

“Look at us, covered in cum,” Raven said with a smile.

“I could use yours on my face now,” Y/N kissed Raven with her needy lips, “sit on my face.”

“Bold, I like that.”

Raven didn’t waste time climbing onto Y/N’s face. She arched her back and dropped her pussy down in her wide open mouth. Hips grinding, Raven savored the gentleness of Y/N’s tongue.

“It’s okay, you can lick harder,” Raven said.

“Open that pussy up and move your tongue all around, baby,” Erik instructed, “you see that tiny little clit? Make that shit grow. Take the tip of your tongue and work that motherfucka’.”

“Like this,” Y/N twisted her tongue around Raven’s clit.

“Yeahhh,” Erik spanked Raven’s ass and then with both of his hands he separated her cheeks to expose her pussy more, “You doing that shit, baby. Look at how much she’s creaming. Bring your tongue right there and eat it up…Mhm…take that pussy, baby, take that pussy…”

“Unh!” Raven moaned.

“She likes it like that, look at her clenching up…ima open that tight pussy up.” 

“Look, daddy,” Y/N spit on Raven’s pussy causing her hips to jolt.

“Dayum,” Erik whacked his dick on Raven’s ass, “Do what I did…open that pussy and lick right below her clit…make that pussy squirt…I want you to taste it for yourself.”

“F—ff—fuckkkk,” Raven flexed her back muscles and Erik jiggled her ass. 

Y/N gulped her juices down and she couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted. She needed her pussy rubbing on hers right now. Raven seemed to read her mind because she spread her hips and Y/N brought her knees to her chest. Raven got into position and started slowly grinding her pussy against Y/N’s. Y/N struggled at first but Erik raised her hips from behind and damn…that’s when she felt it all. Y/N was overwhelmed with the sensation. She started grinding up into Raven, their clits sliding against each other and it felt so good. They both grew wetter and wetter, pussies fitting perfectly together. Their sloppy pussies bumped and angelic moans pleased Erik’s ears. Loud, pussy-smacking noises had Erik talking nasty to both of them.

“yes,” Y/N said with a sweet-sounding moan.

“Baby, that pussy,” Raven spoke softly, lost in the feeling.

“You like that? Huh?” Raven said with a roll of her hips.

“Uh-huh, oooohhhh, fuck.”

“I’m fucking the dog shit out of both y’all after this. I mean that shit, fuck,” Erik got down on his knees so he could watch, “Ima pick you up and slam you on my dick…make you cum…this shit is so beautiful.” 

“Daddy! Her pussy feels so good on me,” Y/N exclaimed.

Unh! Unh! Umph! Oooh! Unnnn! Uhhhhh! Ahh! 

They changed positions suddenly and in no time Y/N started bouncing her clit against Raven’s while Erik smacked her ass and encouraged her to keep going. 

“Make me cum, Y/N!” Raven shouted.

Since they were so wet, their sticky folds made macaroni noises. They dirty talked to each other and when Y/N circled her hips, she came before Raven did and gushed juices all over her pussy. 

“I’m not finished, bitch, ima keep fuckin this pussy!” Raven grabbed her hips and thrusted up to continue humping on her clit. With a tremble of her legs, Y/N pounded her pussy into Raven’s and nothing but creamy, wet, sloppy, smacking sounds could be heard. 

“This your pussy, Raven,” Y/N moaned, “You own this pussy!”

“Damn…I’m cumming, ohhh!!”

Raven spasmed and spilled her juices. Both of their inner thighs were drenched. 

That was enough to have Erik on his feet and grabbing Y/N off the couch in one Swift motion with his strong arms curled under her thighs. With just his sinewy hips, Erik thrust into Y/N hard. The weight of his dick sliding in and out of her in that position made her eyes cross and her mouth hang open with amazement. Y/N couldn't control the involuntary spasms her pussy was doing on his erection. It was like her vagina was priming the pump for her release. She gripped his shoulders tightly because the way Erik bounced her body she couldn’t keep still.

"Look at you, baby. Getting dick and pussy in one night. She got this pussy nice and wet for me to slide in real good. Sweet pussy on you," he hissed when he felt her squeeze around him. His hand kept slapping Y/N’s ass. 

Raven’s resolve weakened as she watched and listened to Y/N’s body take Erik's rough handling of her. She went limp in his arms and simply gave her body and her soul over to him. She could only take it as she felt that big dick ramming in and out of her. He hit the back of her pussy when he dipped his hips and that’s when she lost it and came all over his dick. 

Erik retracted his hips and watched Y/N leak all over him. Still panting, Y/N was placed on the couch and Erik picked up Raven to do the same to her. He folded her body in two with her legs over his shoulders. Erik planted his feet on the floor and every beautiful muscle in his body flexed as he crouched down to dig into Raven. The slapping sound of their flesh bounced off of the studio walls and they shared a deep look of immense pleasure. 

“Fuck!” Raven gasped as she watched his face as his lips opened and his eyes shut tight. She felt his dick harden inside her more. 

“That big dick wants to cum!” Raven shouted. 

“Erik, shit,” Y/N was desperate for him and when his eyes met hers she turned that ass around to show him her sloppy pussy. 

“Erik! You and this big dick—DAMNIT!” 

Raven’s toes curled and when Erik pulled back she shivered from how much he stuffed her. Back at the couch, Erik determined to finish, He ordered Raven to arch her back just like Y/N so he can take turns clapping both of their cheeks. 

“You first, I’m not playing with you. This my pussy,” Erik spoke roughly to Y/N before sliding his steely pole deep inside of her. Her back arched on its own and it didn’t take long for Erik to find his rhythm. 

"Baby…fuck me…fuck me…fffffuuuckkkmeeee…"

His taut abs flexed when Y/N started throwing it back. Raven reached out to touch her cheeks. Erik noticed and gave her a smile before tasting her lips. 

“Hold her ass open for me,” He whispered to Raven. 

Erik’s dick hit spots she couldn’t explain. Raven stared at his dick working her slick pussy and when Y/N clenched down she moaned. All she could see was Erik’s dick pulsating. 

“Shit…give me your pussy,” Erik pushed Raven down further with his hand on the back of her neck, “Get this dick.” 

“Mmm!!!” Raven wasn’t prepared, “Damn, it’s so big. My pussy is wide open for you!”

“Erik, fuck her good,” Y/N cooed.

“Pop that little ass, you want me to fuck you that’s what’s it is,” Erik grabbed her petite hips and slammed into her. 

Raven groaned hoarsely. Erik was tearing her pussy up. Y/N grabbed his sack and massaged it at the same time. Erik threw his head back and with his thick fingers he gripped as much of Raven’s short hair as he could. 

“I’m nutting!” Raven cried out. 

“Fuck…here it comes…get in position…I’m about to bust…bring that ass up!!!” 

Y/N bounced her cheeks and looked back at Erik jerking his fat dick, thick, creamy, cum shooting out all over their asses and backs. 

“Hold that position…fuck! shit don’t make no sense...” 

Erik grabbed his camera from the floor and took one final picture of Raven and Y/N staring into the lenses with his cum all over them. Y/N got exactly what she wanted for her first time and it lived up to her fantasies. She couldn’t look at Raven without wanting to fuck her again. She’s just that addictive.

[thatfanficstuff]

Absent-Minded Kisses - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. Smut, including but not limited to: unprotected sex, locker rooms, excessive usage of Fuck

A/N: Celebration Summer #17. Combined two requests for this one. One was Sleepy early morning kisses and the other is the two prompts in bold. I kind of love this one. Enjoy!

wc: 2037

***

It was so early. So, so early. You weren’t even certain why you were up other than you didn’t like your best friends heading out on mission without you there to say goodbye. That, and you knew neither of them would bother to eat if you didn’t feed them. Which is how you ended up at a table with Bucky and Steve watching them eat in silence while you sipped at your coffee.

You noticed that for once, they both seemed to be just as exhausted as you. Normally, they were bright-eyed and making fun of you for lagging behind. Not that they’d do that when you got up oh-god-it’s-early just to feed them.

Steve leaned back in his seat with a sigh. “Thanks for feeding us. Remember, we’re going dark as soon as we leave the tower. You won’t hear from us unless there’s a problem until we’re on our way back.”

You nodded in acknowledgement. You didn’t like it, but you understood.

Steve stood and finished off his coffee. He put the mug down and glanced at Bucky. “We’ve got to go, Buck.” He left without waiting for a response, patting your shoulder on the way by.

Bucky nodded as he finished shoveling his eggs into his mouth. He washed them down with his coffee then stood. He smiled down at you. “Thanks for taking care of us, doll.”

You returned the smile. “It’s not a problem, Bucky. Be careful.”

He braced one hand on the back of your chair and the other on the table as he leaned over you. “Always am, sweetheart.”

“Buck, come on!” Steve hollered from down the hall, making you laugh. It was like this every mission.

Bucky shook his head with a roll of his eyes. Leaning forward, he pressed a firm but swift kiss to your lips before hurrying after his best friend. “See you in a week,” he yelled over his shoulder as he went.

You hadn’t moved since Bucky’s lips had left yours. That wasn’t the kind of relationship you two had. You were friends. That’s it. Not that you hadn’t wished for more on occasion, but you’d never dare make a move. But he’d kissed you. Kissed you like it was nothing. You took a deep breath. It probably was nothing to him. Just a tired thank you. An absent-minded gesture.

You ran a hand down your tired face as you stood to clear away the plates. “Damnit, Barnes,” you muttered to yourself as you over thought every interaction the two of you had ever had.

***

“You okay?” Steve asked as he kicked the side of Bucky’s foot.

The brunet’s head jerked up, his brow furrowed. “I feel like I forgot something important, but I can’t think of what it might be.”

Steve shrugged. “It can’t be that important then. Quit stressing.”

Bucky nodded absently, his mind running over everything he’d done as he prepared to leave that morning. Suddenly, he froze and bolted upright. “Oh no. Shit.”

“What?” Steve asked, his friend’s tension affecting his own stance.

Bucky simply stared at him with wide eyes. “Oh God, Steve. What did I do?”

“I don’t know, Bucky, what did you do?” Cap asked, feeling slightly amused.

“I kissed Y/N.”

His brow lifted in surprise. When did this happen? And why did it take Buck so long to remember? What the hell happened after he left the table? “You did?”

Buck hopped to his feet and started pacing. “What if she didn’t like it? What if she did? What if she’s pissed? What if—”

“Bucky,” Steve said louder than necessary. “Calm down. There’s nothing you can do about it until we get home.”

***

The week passed slowly as you waited for Bucky to come home. That stupid, simple kiss was tearing you up inside. Obviously, it was just a friend thing, right? Like, he was just moving your friendship to the next level. He’d kissed the top of your head or your forehead before. This was no different, right? But what if it was?

And it was that what if that had you in the gym working on the punching bag. Because the truth was, you very much wanted it to mean more than friendship. That, even though he was tired, he’d done it because he thought about kissing you all the time. You were terrified that he wouldn’t bring it up. Even more terrified that he would, only to assure you that it meant nothing.

Ugh. Stupid, super soldier. You released a series of punches and kicks on the bag trying to work out your irritation. Finally, you stepped back, panting as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Who pissed you off, sweetheart?” that honey rich voice came from behind you and you spun to find Bucky watching you with his arms crossed over his chest.

You smiled seeing him safe and whole and some of the tension in your chest eased. Without thought, you moved to him and hugged him. “Glad you’re back,” you told him as you stepped away. “Steve okay?”

He nodded and rubbed and hand across the back of his neck. “Yeah, he’s good.” He looked at you then down at the floor. “Listen…”

He trailed off and his cheeks flushed. You tilted your head and waited for him to continue. He sighed and his shoulders slumped forward. “I’m sorry about the kiss. I was tired and wasn’t thinking.”

Your heart shriveled just a bit with his words, but you really hadn’t expected any different. You tried your best to keep the smile on your face. “Don’t worry about it, Buck. It’s fine.”

His eyes ran over your face, probably trying to see if you were telling the truth. You gestured over your shoulder toward the locker rooms. “I’m going to hit the shower. I’ll see you later.”

Just as you turned away from him, a hand fell on your arm, stopping you. You turned slightly to look at him again. Those deep blue eyes seemed to see right through you. “Did you…did you want me to kiss you?”

He was worried about hurting you. You gave him a soft smile as your heart twinged then you repeated your earlier words. “Don’t worry about it, Buck. It’s fine.”

The corner of his mouth kicked up and he pulled you toward him. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” A moment later his lips found yours. This time you took the opportunity to savor it. His lips were soft but earnest as they moved against yours. His metal arm slipped around your waist to hold you close to him. His other hand threaded into your hair to hold your head in place. His tongue slipped into your mouth pulling a moan from you.

Finally. You leaned back just far enough to breathe. “Damn, Bucky.”

He gave you that grin that never failed to make you smile. It was infectious. He leaned forward and kissed you again. A firm but swift kiss that mirrored the first one he’d given you. “Missed you.”

You hummed in agreement as you fisted your hands in his shirt and pulled him back to you for another kiss. This time it was hot. Needy. Wanting. Bucky’s lips moved from yours to run along the line of your jaw, talking as he went. “Thought about you every day. Worried I fucked up. Drove Steve fucking nuts talking about you.” His lips traced the column of your throat before he licked his way back up to your ear. He tugged the lobe into his mouth to scrape it with his teeth. “Pissed at myself for not giving you the kiss you deserved.”

You whimpered. There was absolutely no other word you could give the sound that came from your mouth. Bucky groaned in response and squeezed your thighs. “Jump, baby.” You obeyed and he lifted so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He moved you across the gym and into the women’s locker room. He sat you down only long enough to strip your leggings from you, your panties following immediately after. A second later your legs were wrapped back around him as he backed you into a wall.

The cold tile did little to soothe your heated skin. Bucky’s fingers slid through your folds as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Jesus, sweetheart. You’re killing me here.”

You tugged at his hair and he hissed. Those blue eyes narrowed in warning and you tugged again. His lips found yours again, feeding, begging. Two fingers slid into your core and he curled them. You rocked against him and let out a half scream as he found that perfect spot. His mouth moved to your throat where he bit and sucked, marking you as his as he fucked you with his fingers. “Fuck, Bucky. I have never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

He pulled his fingers from you and fumbled with his pants. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Finally, he freed his heavy cock from the confines of his uniform. Lowering the two of you onto the nearby bench, his hands wrapped around your waist to lift you up and positioned himself at your opening. “Tell me you want this, baby.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders to help balance yourself. You looked deep into his eyes and said, “Barnes, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will shoot you.”

He laughed and slammed himself into you with no further warning. You gripped his shoulders and arched your back. He was long and thick and it had been awhile for you. Your pussy ached where he stretched and filled you beyond anything you’d felt before. And god, did it feel good. You rocked against him to tell him you were ready and he immediately began to pump in and out of you.

Every movement sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. That knot was already tightening, preparing to bring you a wave of ecstasy. Your hold on Bucky tightened as he hammered into you. This wasn’t love making, it was just a good old-fashioned fucking. This was the release of the tension that had been building between the two of you from the moment you met.

Bucky hissed. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you need me. Soak my cock, baby.” His thumb found your clit and flicked over it as he spoke. The combination of the two was enough to push you over the edge. As your pussy clenched around his cock, he followed you over the peak.

You were both panting as you dropped your head onto his shoulder. He was still buried inside of you, but you weren’t inclined to move at the moment. Too happy. Too content. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “That was fucking amazing,” he said drawing a laugh from you. You leaned back to look at him and his hands settled on your hips to hold you steady. His thumbs rubbed on the bare skin he found beneath your top.

Looking down, you realized he was still fully clothed. “Well, this hardly seems fair.”

And there was that grin again before he kissed you slow and sweet. “What do you say, we move this to your bedroom and we’ll both get naked this time?”

***

The next morning you stirred, shifting on your sheets as you tried to figure out what had woken you. You smiled as you felt the soft kisses trailing up the length of your spine. Letting out a moan of contentment, you turned to see your soldier. He held himself over you and mirrored your smile. You laid a hand along the side of his face, feeling his early morning stubble. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey.” He leaned down to kiss you in a sweet good morning. Pulling away, he kissed the tip of your nose then pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you, sweetheart. Have for a while.”

“I love you, too, soldier.” You hooked a leg around him and shifted your position so you he was under you and you were straddling his hips. “Let me show you how much.”

[bbybaku]

omg i loved your no nut november but in july thing with shigaraki and i was wondering if you’ll continue it ? maybe with like tom yea caving some how or even subconsciously it his sleep and then having to film him and the reader ahshhahah

i like where your head is at anon

this is the alt ending (soft dom shig)

here is the original ending (rough dom shig)

warnings: smut, kind of public sex, begging, a lotta praise, shig has a wet dream, idk this one is pretty sweet 

words 1.7 k 

(to clarify no nut november is when men dont nut for the entire month, destroy dick december is when men masturbate for whatever the date is. so if its the third they would have to nut three times that day.)

it was day 19 of no nut november.

you were feeling better but your boyfriend was not.

you were staying at his house trying to console him through the last 11 days but he was cranky all the time and nothing you said seemed to help.

“have any of your friends failed the challenge yet?”

“no, but none of them have a girl friend.” shigaraki sighed.

the two of you were laying in his bed watching anime, sitting close together but not spooning.

“they’re just not beating off.” he said.

“how will they know if you broke the challenge?”

“i think it’s like an honor code thing”

you stared at him.

“what?”

“what” shigaraki wasn’t getting it.

“we could’ve been having sex this whole time and you could’ve just lied.”

“there’s no fun in that and if the guys found out the penalty would get much worse”

“i’m not having fun and who says they would find out” you pouted.

“if you’re that horny just touch yourself. or is that too embarrassing?” shigaraki teased

he laughed and turned the light off.

shigaraki woke you up at 3 am.

he was naked and sweaty, “hey, y/n” he was shaking you awake.

the lights were on and your legs were sweaty?

no not sweat.

sticky?

you looked around before realizing.

your boyfriend had a wet dream.

he failed no nut november.

you looked at shigaraki with a smile.

he was not in the mood to giggle.

“go get in the fucking shower while i change the sheets.” shigaraki snapped.

you did as you were told.

you knew what this meant.

you came out of the shower in a towel to see him sitting in his gamer chair naked and pissed. 

“its okay” you stood next to him and petted his hair. 

“I dont want them to see you like that, It should be something that only i get” 

he was refering to his penalty for failing no nut november, his group of friends made a bet and whoever didnt complete the challenge of not coming for the entire month of november would have to deal with the consequences. 

Shigaraki’s penalty being, having to fuck you live for the group chat. 

you didnt love the idea of that, but it didnt upset you as much as it upset him.

he pulled you onto his lap and ripped off the towel. 

“i just told them” he whispered 

“im so sorry” he said with his head on your shoulder. 

“was it a good dream at least?” you whispered, playing with his hair once again. 

“yes, you were great.” he said scratching his throat. 

surely enough your boyfriend wanted to get it overwith, so you two were to do the deed the next night. 

Shigaraki’s gaming computer was right in front of his bed so the plan was to simply fuck in his bed. 

it was time and you were not excited. you had been dying to finally have sex with shigaraki but not like this. 

he turned on the camera and took his shirt off before putting on his gaming headset. 

“shig is that really-” you started, wearing lacy underwear under a ratty pair of shorts and a tanktop. 

he cut you off by pushing you onto the bed, you were suddenly so aware of yourself and your movements, constantly looking up to his monitor and hearing his friends hoots in the headset. 

shigaraki pushed a button on the side as he leaned into you said “dont worry about them worry about us. 

“worry about later” he whispered in your ear then licked up the side of your neck. 

you felt that one between your legs. 

his hands found your hands and laced your fingers together. 

you could hear his friends telling him to unmute, he shook his head and kissed you deeply, his tongue making its way into your mouth. 

shigaraki’s knee pressing into your heat. 

when he came up for air his knee pushed deeped and you moaned into his mouth.

he unmuted the headset and pushed his forehead against yours. 

“hey y/n” 

“um”

“put it on” 

“um i” 

“i said, put it on” 

you did as you were told, but you were still confused as to why. 

you were now wearing the headset and  his face was inches away from yours, 

he looked at you like he was thinking really hard. 

then he shoved two fingers in your mouth. at first they prodded around your cheek then he commanded 

“suck.” 

he went down into your mouth as you moved your toungue around as his other hand found your heat, 

 he used his free hand to yank off your shorts 

you could hear his friends hooting and hollering into the headset, you looked at him with big eyes. 

“i know i know” shigaraki  leaned down to speak into the headset. 

“dont be fucking weird shes mine” his tone was sadistic.

he paused what he was doing and turned the volume down so they could hear you but you couldn't hear them. 

with your shorts off, you pushed your legs together to put off the inevitable, you were still more than aware of his friends watching. 

but he knew exactly what he was doing, he pushed your legs open with his, pinned your wrists above your head and carressed your left cheek with his left hand, his mouth found your ear and whispered, 

“you wanted me that bad and now youre all shy for the camera.” 

you squirmed but his grasp got tighter and the hand previously stroking your cheek had found your throat. 

“I-” 

shigaraki smirked and winked at you then when you thought he was about to switch positions he took the pillow under your head and threw it at the monitor.

his hand released your throat and covered the mic of the headset his brows were furrowed as he said “they can still hear us and ill just call it technical difficulty tomorow so fucking milk it and moan like crazy, okay?”

you nodded and relaxed as shigarakis grip on you tightened once again. 

he sighed and whispered “i’ve missed this so much”

he shifted, holding your legs open with his.

with shigaraki’s hair in his eyes and smirk still plastered on his face. 

“I love when youre like this” he whispered emphasizing love. 

your breathing was getting staggered as his fingers teased at your entrance over your panites. 

his eyes scanned you, making eye connection that can only be described as him staring into your soul while he lifted your tank to up, revealing your plush pink breasts, he ran his thumbs over your nipples, watching how it made you squirm. 

you whined, “good girl” he whispered.

in one hand he pulled on your nipple and kneaded at your breast, as his mouth came down to suck and bite at you other nipple. 

he started gentle but began to get rough. 

“mhfhh shigg hurts” you whined 

he took his teeth off of your nipple “sorry” then continued sucking hickies around the meat of your tit.

your hips started moving on their own, craving friction, his knee having found your aching heat once again. 

he sighed “youre always so impatient” he whispered. 

“please shig s’been so long” you whined 

“mmmm beg some more and ill think about it” he said sweetly while toying with the band of your lacy pink panties. 

“ple-ea-eass, ive missed youre massive cock so much just wanna be split in haaa-”  you were babbling while shigaraki faked listening intensley. 

he interupted you by shoving 2 fingers into your dripping heat. 

you were so wet you could feel yourself gushing all over his hand, your panties and his bedsheets. 

when you lost concentration and your face scrunched up shigaraki laughed, “hmm werent you saying something”

you opened your mouth but no words came out.

he smiled sweetly and said “hmm” 

he pulled his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, sucking your juices off his eyes rolled. “god ive missed your taste” 

shigaraki pulled you underwear down and off your legs, then slowly rubbed your thighs.

looking back and forth from your entrance to your pleading eyes as he resumed his position of kneeling between your legs, and holding them open with his. 

“so beautiful” he whispered as he freed his member from his boxers. the swollen red tip leaking precum as it hit his stomach. 

his cock was just so pretty. 

shigaraki held his shaft as he gathered your wet, dragging himself up and down your folds. 

he found your hole and entered you slowly.

you wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned as he stretched you out. 

you could feel your hearbeat between your legs when shigaraki fully entered you and knealt down on his elbows to be face to face with you. 

you looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. you touched his hair, he found your hand. 

he started moving inside of you slowly, small thrusts, a little bit of friction, and all while remaining eye contact. 

“so fucking hot feel so fucking good” 

shigaraki whispered it as his thrusts got faster. 

he grunted between thrusts as he got faster and faster.  

you whined everytime his legnth found that sweet spot inside of you, still wearing his headset. his friends probably still listening. 

“miss-ed yo-uu” you barely mumbled out as shigaraki started sucking hickies onto your neck. 

he grunted in response, his hips still going at an inhumane speed. 

you brought your hands to his back and used your long nails to rake into his skin. 

you could feel his breath hitch on your neck. 

you felt his long slender fingers fingers feel around your folds. Shigaraki knew your body well enough to find your clit instantly. 

the pad of his calloused thumb slowly kneaded your clit, you stopped scratching his back and squeezed the sheets. 

shigaraki’s free hand found one of your wrists and pinned it, your body vigorously shaking beneath his. “i love it when you come undone beneath me.” he whispered. 

“s’fuckin hot” he whispered a few thrusts later. 

you came around his cock at his words. walls seizing and releasing around him, his thrusts got sloppy while you milked his cock. 

he groaned and his hand holding your wrist hit the headboard. 

you felt shigaraki’s hot cum fill you up and he collapsed on you. 

while both of you breathed heavily he pressed a button on the headset turning it off. 

he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you one last time before he got up to get you a towel. while he walked away you admired the scratches on his back. 

you attempted to get up to admire the hickies he gave you but your legs had failed you. 

shigaraki found you sitting on the edge of the bed. “nope” he said as he came up from behind you and dragged you back onto the bed. he cleaned you and held you. whispering how much he loved you until you both drifted off to sleep. 

masterlist

[1kook]

dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol  misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don’t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart. 

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

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Don't fear the reaper

You love to go urban exploring and you make contact with a sexy supernatural being. I wrote this during KINKtober

Kirishima x female reader

TW:CHOKING, ROUGH SEX, BREEDING KINK, TALK OF DEATH.

Word count: 3420

Walking through abandoned buildings wasn't the safest hobby but it was definitely the most interesting one. You loved seeing all the graffiti, art and equipment from a bygone era. Sometimes you went with groups when the buildings seemed more dangerous but today you went alone. As you made your way through the abandoned factory for today's exploration you noticed all the dusty work stations, they were so eerie the way they were still set up like a worker had walked away for a break and just never returned. You were honestly tempted to film the place but seeing as you were doing this on a saturday and Halloween no less you decided not to push your luck. Walking carefully you avoided the broken glass and some more crumbling areas in the concrete floors. This space was so wide open it made you curious as to what had been made here in the factories prime.

 

As you headed towards the stairs that would take you to the second floor you heard a thump and a voice shout "fucking rats." From above you. Slowly you took the stairs one at a time and called out asking if anyone was there. After a bit of shuffling the voice spoke again." If you're a cop no one is here if you're an urban explorer I'm totally here and would love some company." Laughing you stepped onto the second floor landing coming face to face with a redheaded man with surprisingly sharp teeth. Smiling at you he came forward with a hand out for a handshake. Shaking his hand you noticed how large his hands were and how strong his grip was. Letting go you introduced yourself feeling a bit awkward now that you could see the face that went along with the voice. With a wide smile he crossed his arms over his toned chest, pulling his shirt taunt over the muscles. You really needed to get layed if a rando you just met on an exploring trip was getting you hot and bothered. You were so caught up in your own thoughts you almost didn't hear him introduce himself.

 

"The names Eijiro Kirishima and it's nice to meet a fellow explorer." You smiled at him before looking away to take in your new surroundings. The second floor was a bit dark and seemed even more dusty than the first if that was possible. Walking further into the area you saw a wooden plank laying in the middle of the mostly clear walkway. As you looked at it Kirishima chuckled and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. "That plank was my fault. I was walking further in to explore some more and a rat jumped out at me." Laughing you told him you had heard his comments on the rat earlier from downstairs. It was quite interesting to see such a large man blush like a child at being caught cursing. Quickly Kirishima bent down and picked up the plank to place it back against the wall.

 

Damn the man had an amazing ass and those arms were so cut you were definitely sure your pussy had just clenched a little. This was bad, this poor man was just being friendly and here you were imagining what it would be like to have his forearm around your throat while he did dirty things to your body. Clearing your throat you asked if he'd like to join for the rest of the second floor exploration. "I'd love that pebble. I usually wander around alone but I'd never say no to having company as cute as you." Blushing you looked away as you started to walk with him going deeper into the dusty space. To your left there were tons of planks and glass panes leaning against the wall and to the right were mostly boxes stacked against the railings. You assumed this must have been office space for the owners and admins of the factory. As you walked a little ahead trying to see what was by the farthest walls you heard the floorboards groaning under your weight before they completely went out from under you.

 

You were lucky and grabbed a part of the floor that hadn't caved in as you fell. You yelled for help and saw Kirishima walk closer to where you were hanging. His face looked conflicted as he made no move to help or even to give you any reassurance. You realized he wasn't scared to fall in but you couldn't tell why he wouldn't help. Sighing defeatedly Kirishima walked over without an ounce of fear and crouched down to make eye contact with you. "I don't know what to do with you pebble, my job is to guide your soul to the afterlife but I really like you. You're so sweet and shy, much too good to be restarted just because the plan says so." What was he talking about? His job was to guide your soul? Why was he talking like he knew you? You just met him 30 minutes ago. Had you just become friends with a nut job who planned to watch you die?

 

"Ah I can see that you're confused, I mean I would be too." standing up to his full high he towered over you as you continued to stare up at him with a mix of confusion and fear. He placed back and forth for a moment before turning to you and smiling that big sharp toothed grin that moments before would have made your tummy do a little flip. If hanging half out of a hole in an abandoned building wasn't enough what happened next shocked you so much you almost lost your grip. Kirishima slowly began to lift off from the floor just floating in mid air. With wide eyes you stared in shock, wondering if maybe you had gone a little crazy while hoping he might help you so that you didn't fall to your death. "Well I know what I'm about to tell you is a bit unbelievable so I decided to show you that I'm not joking before I explain. I happen to be a reaper and today was supposed to be the day you die. But like I said I really don't know what to do with you seeing as I don't want someone as manly and fearless as you to just be gone and reincarnated as someone else."

 

As if to further prove his status as a reaper the man before you started to change. His hoodie and shorts, which were pretty standard for building walks, melted away into a pair of black military style pants and boots along with a fitted black tank top that hugged his chest and back muscles in a way that should definitely be illegal. His arms were covered in a few black band tattoos that circled his wrists and biceps. What was the most astonishing was that his spiky red hair grew long, long to the point that the ends floated around his hips. His still smiling face was covered with a half skull mask leaving his mouth still exposed. "Hey pebble do you want to live as who you are now even if that meant some things about you would change or do you want to die and have me guide you to the next realm? I'll do whatever makes you happier even if it's not what I'd like to see." His eyes shone with sincerity through his mask and his smile seemed a bit forced. You could tell that even though he wasn't human like you he still felt the same emotions that you did. From everything he had said and shown you you could tell he held affection towards you. Enough so that he was willing to go against what was probably as natural as breathing for a reaper. Looking up at him still floating above you a smile broke over your face. You told him you wanted to stay as yourself whatever the changes might be.

 

Kirishima grinned at you somehow managing to look sweet and scary all at once. Wasting no time he floated over you and grabbed you by the back of your shirt with one hand. Instead of pulling you back to the second level he drifted the two of you through the hole and down to the concrete floors below. Letting go of the back of your shirt he held out his hand to you still trying to give you some control over the situation. As you took his hand he gave it a grateful squeeze before moving to sit with you on a dust covered bench. "Listen pebble I want to be honest with you. The only way for you to stay yourself is if you became my anchor. An anchor is kind of like a reaper's chosen soulmate and we only get a chance to have one every 1000 years of service." This day was getting stranger and stranger by the fucking minute. You could live but you would need to become this man's soulmate, basically his wife. Looking at him again you could say you wouldn't enjoy the physical parts of such a relationship. Honestly Kirishima had no business being this sexy. Well if this kind of thing was gonna happen to you Halloween was no better day for it to happen on. Squeezing his hand you agreed even though you knew he had more to explain.

 

"If you're sure then I'll take us to my home so that we can link our souls without turning into dust bunnies." The world around you faded out and changed into a huge bedroom that was painted black and red with posters of an old superhero movie lining them. There was workout equipment everywhere you looked, well that at least told you that his muscles were all from hard work and not just random spooky reaper magic. With no small bit of embarrassment you sat on his bed and rubbed your fingers across the covers looking anywhere but him. Taking you straight into his bedroom instead of a living room or something told you exactly what you had been guessing at. Linking souls was definitely going to require sexual contact. "Pebble look at me." Looking up you took him in once again almost drooling over his now shirtless chest as he loosened his belt giving you a tantalizing look at his black happy trail. He walked up to you and held your cheeks in his hands. He searched your eyes for a few moments and when he saw no fear or rejection lowered his head to give you a kiss. This kiss was slow and gentle but full of so much heat you were sure every nerve in your body was on fire. Kirishima's tongue licked across yours as he savored the taste of his soon to be anchor. Not wanting to just sit there and take it you put your all into the kiss licking his teeth, nibbling on his lips, and even sucking on his tongue the same way you wished to suck on another part of his body. Kirishima broke the kiss panting heavily as he let his hands caress down your neck until they reached the collar of the t-shirt you wore. With barely a flick of his fingers your shirt was torn down the middle, your bra sharing its fate. He pushed the shredded material down your shoulders letting it fall to the bed.

 

"I'm going to be as gentle as I can for you pebble but I have very limited control over myself at the moment. Your so fucking beautiful I swear my supervisor gave me your case cause he knew I'd fall for you." Crawling over you he straddled your waist and began to kiss and bite down your neck stopping only when he reached your breast. Pushing both your breasts together he kissed every inch of them worshiping the heavy mounds. With no warning he sucked both of your nipples into his mouth, bathing them with his tongue before biting them. After every bite he flicked his tongue against the hardened peaks earned himself little whines and moans of appreciation. Once he felt that he could no longer hold himself in check with just adoring your nipples, Kirishima slid down off the bed to crouch in front of you for the second time that day. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of your panties and shorts he tugged them down and over your boots leaving you in only your favorite necklace and your socks and boots. His blood was fire in his veins as he took in the sight of you. Your pussy was so beautifully slick with your juices that it would have been blasphemous for him not to take a taste. Grabbing your thighs he used them to pull your ass to the edge of the bed where he drove in with no hesitation. Licking and sucking the lips of your pussy before using his tongue to separate them. Each swipe of his tongue drove you higher and closer to orgasm. He suckled your clit grazing it with those sharp teeth. The hint of danger from having such vicious looking teeth on something so sensitive threw you over the edge. The pleasure made you so mindlessly happy that you screamed out "eijiro." Like it was a prayer.

 

At the sound of his first name on your lips all rational thought was lost to kiri. He stood shoving his pants down just enough to free his throbbing cock before he pulled you so only your shoulders and head remained on the bed. With you folded over the way he wanted Kiri slammed his cock into your tight little hole. He was only able to fit about half of his massive girth inside before he had to pull back out leaving only the head inside. This move was the best he could do to get the right momentum to start his powerful digging thrusts. Each thrust was hard and determined, meant to help him reach his goal. And reach his goal is what he did, Kiri bottomed out inside of you after 5 thrusts. His cock head kissed your cervix on the last thrust pulling a choked sob from your throat. Being folded into such a position only made the stretching of your pussy feel that much more overwhelming. Kiri set up a hard measured pace,his only focus on getting his seed into your womb to link the two of you together. Grunting and growling he told you everything he planned. "Fuck pebble your so damn tight and wet. I need to get my cum inside your womb otherwise I might go insane. No one told me linking to your anchor would make me feel like this. I wanna destroy anyone who would ever think to take you from me." You whined desperately every time his cock head battered against the entrance to your womb. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Reaching up you tried to rub your clit only for kiri to grab your wrist and hold it in a firm grip. He was almost passed the point of words but managed a beastly sounding "not without me." Before he increased his pace and shifted his hips making sure every thrust hammered your gspot. Kiri leaning over you to rail your little hole was already a sight to see but the way his hair hung down and tickled against your skin made every nerve ending you had buzz with electricity. A few strands had started to cling to his face due to the sweat pouring off of him and you had to swallow to keep from drooling. This man was made for it seemed, he was everything you had ever fantasized about on those lonely treks through the newest abandoned explore. The sounds of your sex echoed through the room, wet sucking noises, the slap of skin on skin and the sounds only two people in a haze pleasure could make. As he got closer kiri started to slap three fingers on his free hand against your clit. The rhythm of the slaps matched his cocks thrusts so perfectly it caused your pussy to let out a constant stream of squirt. At his final thrust he locked his knees prepared for what was to come. Kiri's cum shot from his slit hosing against your cervix as the base of his cock swelled locking inside you. His cum was so hot and he hadn't stopped tapping your clit. All this combined with the swelling of his cock threw you over the edge, an orgasm ripping through your body so hard your eyes rolled back in your head. Once you had gone limp kiri pulled you up into his arms before turning and sitting on the bed, still locked inside you.

 

"You are my anchor now the other part of me that will light my way even in the darkest hour." Laying down kiri relaxed, one large hand stroking your back as your breathing began to even out. Just as you were about to drift off you felt shocks and tingling race up and down your arms. Leaning up you looked down at your arms and found you had developed the same tattoos that kiri had on his arms. When you questioned him on it he smiled happily before caressing each mark. "These are proof that our link is true and blessed by the fate in charge of reaper unions." Your heart did a little flip as you took in his love filled expression. By now Kiri's knot had gone down so you pulled yourself up and off of his semi hard cock. He protested wishing to sleep buried inside you but quieted down when you spun around and put your pussy over his face. Leaning down you took his cock in hand and began to lick all the cum and pussy juice from it. Following your lead kiri pulled your hips down and swiped his tongue through the combination of your fluids and his. Once you had his cock cleaned you started to tease him, digging your tongue into his slit. His hips bucked and his leisurely pace on your pussy became wild as he slurped and sucked away. Feeling mischievous you continued you playing with his slit but began to rub that sensitive spot just under the head of his cock.

 

That is where you went wrong or in this case very right. Kiri's switch was flipped as he lifted you clear in the air by your hips. He threw you into the middle of the room but instead of hitting the floor you stayed suspended in the air. He was using his powers on you! With his magic kiri floated you to sit on his cock no other part of him touching you but the cock pressed at your entrance. "Pretty pebble do your bolder a favor and count for me. I want to see just how much of me is claiming this pussy." You couldn't deny him since keeping silent only made him tease you gently with his tip. Frustrated and wet you began to count each inch. At six you really started to feel the stretching of your inner muscles on this heavy cock. At nine inches you had a little drool running down the corner of your mouth. At twelve inches your pussy was continuously dribbling squirt down Kiri's cock and balls. At fourteen you came whining his name, begging him to fuck you properly and end this delicious torture. All he did was laugh and slowly thrust inside of you keeping you well pleasured but unsatisfied. "It's ok pebble we have all the time in the world now. We're going to take this slow all night long." His last words were said on a beastly growl as he placed one hand on your throat and squeezed enough to make your pussy squeeze his cock in return. This whole Halloween had been nuts so an all night fuck fest with your new supernatural soulmate was just the cherry on top. Sobbing you reached back and grabbed hold of a lock of his hair looking for any part of him to touch that could ground you. His thrusts got harder as you pulled. Well you knew how to get him to fuck you harder. You couldn't wait to learn more tonight and for the rest of your eternity together.