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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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kookscrescent · 3 years

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A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader ❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up. ❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!" ❒ rating: nc-17, 18+ ❒ genre: smut, pwp ❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz ❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited ❒ release date: may 8th 2021 ❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.

But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”

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ghoulciifer · 4 years

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hc: calling Bokuto, Kuroo, and Oikawa daddy for the first time.

tw: none

tags: nsfw, daddy kink, established relationships

note: so the person who requested this decided to go on anon after i reached out bc tumblr deleted the draft while i was working on it, but i want them to know that i loved writing this asdlfjfhshs thank you for blessing me with this prompt. as always, thank you for your support and my inbox is open ❥

» we all know bokuto’s got a size kink, so a daddy kink really isn’t that hard to believe

» but you didn’t know that! he’s a nervous boy when you two start getting intimate, he wants to sit down and have a talk about preferences but is too afraid it’ll make you uncomfortable since your sexual relationship is still pretty fresh what a sweet boy

» so of course you stumble upon his love for the term by complete chance

» bokuto’s got you pinned to the mattress, his strong arms folding your thighs to your chest as he pounds into your dripping cunt with fervor

» your breathy moans and slurred praises only spur him on, earning you a few grunts and moans of his own as he picks up his already brutal pace, all so he can hear more of your sweet noises

» this does the trick because you’re immediately screaming his name and gasping for air, holding onto his shoulders to ground yourself as he presses further, the new angle allowing your pussy to swallow him more

» somewhere in between your babbling it kinda just slips out

» “Ah-ha, fuck, Kou-... daddy, it feels so g-good...”

» man’s brain literally short circuits, like his eyes widen a little and his jaw drops

» once you feel his hips falter a bit you open your eyes to see his expression

» honestly you weren’t even aware that you said the word

» but when you finally realize you did, in fact, just call your boyfriend daddy, heat rushes to your face and embarrassment rises in the pit of your stomach

» bokuto is quick to regain his composure though and flashes you a toothy grin, brow quirked upward as a muscular arm moves to rest one of your legs against his shoulder, deepening the angle so his length is sheathed to the hilt inside you

» he then leans forward and sneaks a hand between your sweat ridden bodies to find your neglected bundle of nerves, mouth hovering over yours while his fingers work miracles

» this promptly earns a pleasured yelp from you and he doubles his efforts in filling you up once more

» “Babygirl, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you. Keep singin’ for daddy, yea?”

» i feel like this mf would hint at having a daddy kink after a while, also probably would be too nervous to bring it up bc he’s scared to make you uncomfortable

» so of course he’s gonna approach it with humor

» “Haha wouldn’t it be hot if you called me daddy? jk jk... unless?”

» you know, Kuroo things god he’s such a dork

» so eventually you do decide to indulge him, plus, you’ve kinda been waiting to do it too

» and when’s the best time to drop that on him? completely out of the blue, of course

» you were curled up into his side under a pile of blankets on the couch, kuroo’s arm swung over the back while watching some science documentary he swore you would like because it had animals in it

» but of course he was wrong and you found yourself bored out of your mind not long after the film started

» you tried so hard to pay attention, even using your boredom as an excuse to soak up all the cuddling time you were getting from your boyfriend, but that feeling didn’t last long, either

» “Babe... can we watch something else, please? This documentary’s too long and the guy’s voice is putting me to sleep.”

» “Come on, Y/N, it’s not that bad.”

» that’s the only response you get because his eyes are still glued to the TV, completely focused on the information splayed across the screen

» you groan quietly and cross your arms at the lack of attention. was this stupid documentary really more important than your sanity?

» suddenly the idea springs into the forefront of your mind and you can’t suppress the grin that tugs at your lips

» sitting up completely, you throw the blanket in your lap off to the side and pull your legs beneath you to sit on your knees beside him

» he shifts slightly to allow you more room to move but he doesn’t so much as spare a glance your way

» you scoot closer to him and rest one hand on his thigh, bringing the other to his chin so you can properly turn his head toward your waiting lips and whisper

» “Can we please watch something else, daddy?”

» kuroo has never moved so fast in his life

» he lurches forward to hit the off button on the remote before turning and pinning you against the sofa cushion, his mouth latching onto the soft skin at your throat

» you can feel his lips twitch into a sinister grin when you gasp at his already hard cock pressing into your inner thigh through the fabric of his sweats, and his fingertips find their way down to dig into your hips

» “Oh, kitten, you have no idea what you started...”

» oikawa seems like the kinda guy to have that intimacy talk before things start getting hot and heavy, just bc he wants to know what is and isn’t acceptable before putting you in such a vulnerable situation

» so you pretty much knew ab his daddy kink since you started having sex lol

» BUT you didn’t spring it on him just yet because he made it very clear that you don’t have to do anything he wants to, he wants to take it at your pace

» truthfully you were eager to indulge in that side of him but you wanted to wait a bit, so when you do finally surprise him it’ll be that much sweeter

» it’s a good while into your relationship, around the 8-9 month mark, before you just can’t hold it in anymore

» oikawa’s got you pulled onto his lap in the backseat of his car, you ride his length at an achingly slow pace and your cunt squeezes his twitching cock for all its worth with each roll of your hips

» his hands are bruising your thighs as he sucks harshly at the sensitive skin just at the juncture between your neck and collarbone, leaving his mark wherever he can in an attempt to satiate his need to devour you as soon as possible

» your own hands tangle their way into the (now) messy brunette locks atop his head and tug harshly whenever he tries to thrust his hips upward to sink deeper into you, earning a guttaral moan from him every time

» “Fuck, Y/N, I need you to go faster for me, baby.”

» he practically whimpers against your skin, trying to maintain the deep tenor of his voice but the way your pussy is clamping down on his cock so tight, so slowly makes his tone waiver

» you can’t help but grin at your achievements before deciding now is a good a time as ever, so you lean forward and whisper softly into his ear between each labored breath

» “Then make me, daddy.”

» you swore you felt his dick get impossibly harder inside you the second the words left your mouth

» his palms move up to put your hips into a vice grip before he’s slamming you down onto his cock, the head nudging harshly against your cervix and promptly knocking the wind out of you with a squeal

» he takes advantage of your open, gasping mouth and shoves his tongue into it before setting an absolutely brutal pace against your sopping wet core

» your nails are digging into his shoulders in a failed attempt to ground yourself but he’s already got you seeing stars, and as he leans back for air he’s got the most sinful smirk on his face

» “I’ve been waitin’ forever to hear you say that, princess. Daddy’s gonna fuck you nice n’ hard, now, don’t you worry.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto headcanons #kuroo headcanons #oikawa headcanons #hofortendouheadcanons

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nights-legacy · 4 years

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Trading 3 angrys for 1? - Bakugo Katsuki

Help and Hide Series. Bakugo Edition

Kirishima Ed. Denki Ed. Todoroki Ed. Deku Ed. Shinso Ed. Iida Ed. Aizawa Ed. Tamaki Ed. Hawks Ed. Dabi Ed. Shiggy Ed.

+ You are a student at UA and the whole class is on a field trip in Tokyo. On a free day, you all went out and you ran into to old “friends” and things go south. While trying to get away from them, you spot the token hot head of the class and decide to take your chances with this angry person over the angry people chasing you and are you pleasantly surprised.

Note: My first My Hero Academia imagine!!! Let me know it you want a part two of this and I was thinking of making this a headcanon type for some of the other MHA/BNHA guys too. What do you think??

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“Over here Mina! I found those little things you’re obsessed with!” I called over to the pink skin girl.

“Yay! Lemme see! Lemme see!” She came barreling over and nearly ran into me and the table. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. She squealed and call Jirio over to show her. I walked over to another street vendor. Our class was on a field trip in Tokyo and we were given a free day. Everyone agreed on going out and seeing the scene.

“Ah! Don’t throw squid at me Kaminari!” I heard Deku scream and laughed at the context before turning to see said electric boy chasing the broccoli with a squid arm. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. I shook my head before wandering farther down the street.

I was originally from Tokyo before I moved to attend UA. My family are not insanely rich but we are well off. My parents own a house in both Tokyo and Musutafu as well as vacation homes or condos in different parts of the world. I wandered away from most of the class and I really wish I hadn’t.

“Oi! Lookie here, dudes. It’s Lee’s younger sister Y/N.” A chill went up my spine as I froze from the familiar voice. I slowly turned around to see my older brother’s former three best friends with wicked smiles on their faces.

I hadn’t seen them since my brother cast them out of his life. He found out that they were bullying me behind his back for god knows how long and immediately cut ties with them. He only found out because I missed covering up an unmistakable wounds from their quirks. He was mad at me for not telling him but was more concerned for me in the long run.

“H-hey g-guys.” I stuttered, mentally berating myself for being so scared. I’m training to be a Pro-Hero for god sakes! I tried to steel myself against the incoming assault but couldn’t help but inwardly shake.

“Aw. Is wittle Y/N scared?” Kei, the leader of them teased. “Well you should be bitch!”

“You cost us advantage with your brother!” Haru yelled as he jerked forward, grabbing my bicep hard. I yelped and he shook me. “Shut up.”

“We could never…‘talk’…to you about it because Lee never let us near you again. And it became even harder when you went off to that Hero school. You didn’t even give us a chance.” Kei gave me a smirk when he said talk, meaning something completely different the actual definition. “We could have worked things out.”

“In more ways than one.” Aaron eyed me up and down. “You sure have grown up, little sis.” Kei rolled his eyes and hit him in the chest hard. Aaron looked at him offended while Kei just gave him a ‘really’ look.

“I’m sure we could have but…” I gulped as I saw Haru activate his laser quirk. “I really have to go right now.” I pointed behind me. “Gotta catch up with the rest of my c-class.” I tried to pull away but was pulled back hard. I looked at them with fearful eyes.

“Not just yet, bitch!” They laughed and looked at each other amused. I looked around at the people around us. There are not too many people close so I decided to use my quirk. I have a light and shadow quirk.

“I really have to go.” I said in a firm voice. They looked at me surprised and I gave them a blinding flash. The grip on my arm immediately disappeared and they all covered their eyes as they yelped. I took off running back in the direction of the rest.

“Get back here!” Kei yelled. I obviously ignored him. I ran and avoid people easily with my high agility. I stopped to take a breath and see how far they were behind me. At first I could only hear them and other people yelling at them but I saw them finally a ways back.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I mumbled looking around for anyone I knew or something to hide behind. I finally caught sight of Bakugo a few yards away. I bit my lip and wondered if it was worth asking the angry Pomeranian for help against the anger musketeers. When I saw the three close I didn’t think twice. “Ah!”

I ran over to the explosive boy and quickly grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the close by building.

“What the hell!” He screamed at me. I flinched but looked back towards the others.

“Sh, sh! Please, shh!” I tried to shush him but he growled at me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing you damn strobe light?” I wanted to giggle at his nickname for me but there was no time. I caught sight of his hoodie around his waist and ripped it off of him. “Hey!”

“Please, just…I...ah!” I saw them closer now. I yanked the hoodie over my head and made sure the hood was up. I then did the unthinkable without even thinking. I grabbed Bakugo by the collar of his shirt and backed up. My back him the wall and I pulled him close and into kiss before he could even protest.

“Wha…” He mumbled against my lips, hands falling tense on both sides of my head. He tried to pull away but my grip was vice.

“Where is that little bitch! I am going to beat her to a pulp when I get my hands on her.” I heard Kei growl from right near us. “She will be so messed up that she won’t even be able to go to brother to rat this time.” I whimpered against Bakugo’s lips and my grip on his shirt tightened. I felt Bakugo stop fighting me.

“I say we don’t even let her be able to do anything at all when were done with her.” Haru chipped.

I don’t know what happened but Bakugo relaxed and leant into me. He moved his hands so one of his forearms rested next to my head and the other moved to my hip. What shocked me most is when he started kissing me back. We slowly started to actually kiss each other making the scene more authentic.

“Come on, let’s check this way.” Aaron said and I heard them move on only slightly, more focused on the man kissing me then the men who were chasing me. I expected Bakugo to pull away as soon as they were gone but it seemed like he moved in even closer, continuing our soft make out session. We only pulled away when we both ran out of breath.

“Wow.” I said was gasping for the breath he stole. I saw a small smirk grace his lips. “I think they’re gone now.” I whispered. Bakugo chuckled at my comment.

“Yeah.” He rasped out before leaning back in, starting another make out session. I don’t know how long we were here but we were only brought back out when we heard a chorus of surprised yells come from Kami and Kiri.

“Woah! Bakubro! L/N! What’s this pleasant development?” Kami asked while adding kissing noises on the end of his question. Bakugo pulled away and dropped his head a little groaning.

“Dudes! I didn’t know you had a thing for each other!” Kiri exclaimed. :That’s totally awesome.

“At least there’s someone out there that can deal with your angry ass, Bakugo.” Kami teased.

“Shut it you damn extras!” Bakugo yelled over his shoulder. I giggled. He smirked when he turned back to me. He reached up and pushed the hood down and pulled my hair from the hoodie, brushing it out lightly with his fingers. He suddenly placed his hand at the juncture of my neck and pecked my lips. “Keep it on.”

“Okay.” I said softly. He smiled for real before throwing an arm over my shoulder.

“Come on you idiots! Let go find the rest of our dumb class. It’s getting close to time to head back.” We started walking and they conversation quickly changed comments. As we walked by an off shot of the street, I flinched when I heard their voice again. I felt Bakugo pull me tighter against him and rub his hand up and down my arm in comfort. He leant down to whisper in my ear. “When we get back to the hotel, I want to tell me what just happened and what those douchebags did to you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay.” I whispered back. He hummed and smiled before pecking the side of my head and nuzzling my hair. I almost got whiplash by how soft he was being to me but reveled in this side of Bakugo that I was quickly beginning to love. Well, more than I already loved this explosion boy. He just didn’t know that yet.

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backtobackbakubabe · 3 years

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Speak Easy Part 7

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Words : 3515

Masterlist

*Smutty this chapter*

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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“Please… I want to feel something. I need you to- I need you to make me forget, even it’s just for a little while.” His thumb was rubbing over your cheekbone. “Just don’t treat me like I’m fragile. I’m so sick of this numb and broken feeling.”

You knew you weren’t thinking clearly. You knew there was a very good possibility you’d regret this later. But right now… all you wanted was for Dabi to drown out all the thoughts in your head. You wanted to be consumed by him, wanted him to work you over until this numb feeling in your chest went away.

You expected him to be aggressive and he didn’t disappoint. His lips were on you, kissing and biting any skin exposed to him and when that wasn’t enough, his hands literally tore your shirt to pieces. His lips immediately connecting to your collarbone and trailing down. He spoke to you between kisses, his voice husky with need. “Red means stop. Yellow means slow down. Green means good to go. Repeat it back to me.”

He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and your back arched to push your breasts closer to him. His hand heated up and slapped the tit that wasn’t currently in his mouth. “I said repeat it back to me.”

You sucked in a breath, “Red i-is stop.” His hand came down to tease your clit through your underwear. “Y-yellow is slow down.” He started to rub firm circles, making you moan in appreciation. “Green is-“ He began to suck a bruise into your neck.

“Green is what?”

A tear ran down your cheek. “Green is… AH! Good!”

“Good girl.” He pulled your underwear down your legs and it wasn’t until then that you remembered your period. You weakly started to push his hand away as it traveled up your thigh. “I haven’t forgotten y/n. I also don’t care. I’ve blood on my hands before.”

He shoved two fingers into your sopping entrance and started to pump them in a hard but slow pace. He had only just begun, and you were already beginning to feel blissed out. You didn’t know how pent up you had been until he had you unraveling at even the slightest touch.

Your nails dug into his shoulder which had him chuckling. “Oh baby… I haven’t even gotten started yet and you’re already losing your mind.” His fingers quickened their pace and his other hand grabbed the hair at the back of your head forcing you to look at him. I want those eyes open and on me.” You shivered at the sound of his voice. It wasn’t a suggestion. “Do you understand?”

You nodded your head as you stared into his blue eyes. Afraid your voice would give away how desperate you were. He wasn’t satisfied with that though. He tugged on your hair, “Use your words, I want to hear that sweet voice of yours.” He put his forehead on yours his nose brushing against yours. “Now let’s try that again… Do you understand?”

You whined as his fingers started to slow down. “Y-yes..”

“Yes… what?” His lips ghosted over yours while the palm of his hand began pressing into your clit.

“Yes sir…” Your fingers twisted into his white hair trying to pull him closer to you to close the distance between your lips.

He didn’t budge. Keeping his lips right on top of yours but not touching. “A little louder baby I can’t hear you.”

You could feel your orgasm starting to build and your eyes instinctively closed as you let your head fall back against the mirror. A needy moan slipping past your lips.

Dabi growled and bit your nipple hard, pulling on it with his teeth. Your eyes shot open and you screamed. “YES SIR! Ah… Dabi

He cooed in your ear, “Shhh, such a quick leaner. Look at you fucking falling apart on just my fingers.” He curled his fingers making you gasp in pleasure as he managed to hit that spot over and over again. “Good girls get to cum. Have you been a good girl y/n?”

You were panting now, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes. “Yes! Oh god please let me come daddy!”

The sound that left Dabi’s lips was practically feral. “Daddy huh? Well Daddy is going to fucking ruin this pussy. After I’m done with you, no one else will be ever be good enough. I’ll make you cum again and again until the only though in that empty little head is ‘thank you daddy’.” His fingers picked up the pace and you felt yourself tighten around them.

“That’s it baby. Show daddy how much you like it. I want to hear how much you love Daddy’s fingers!”

You cried out as you felt your orgasm take over. Waves of pleasure taking over you. You didn’t even know what words left your mouth as you babbled in bliss.

You felt Dabi’s body heat tear away from you momentarily before hearing the shower turn on. Before you had time to react you were scooped up into his arms and he was walking you into the hot spray. You didn’t know when he had, had time to take his clothes off but here he was buck ass naked pulling your back to his bare chest.

There was a seat in there that he had gotten for you. He took a seat and pulled you into his lap. His lips found the juncture where you shoulder met you neck. One of his hands came up to fondle you tit, fingers tweaking your nipple while the other squeezed your hip. “Color?”

You leaned back into him letting your head rest on his shoulder, “Green.”

The hot spray of the shower was hitting your chest and abdomen. You hummed in pleasure as he continued to lavish your neck in kisses.

Then with absolutely no warming he was shoving himself into you in one long hard thrust. The only hint of patience being when he stopped to let you adjust to his size. You screamed and your nails dug into his thighs. “That’s it let me hear you.” He slowly dragged his cock out to the tip before slamming you back on top of it. It was almost painful but in the best kind of way. “Let me hear that sweet little siren song huh? Let me hear the voice that’s so powerful it had a whole hero agency scared shitless.” He thrust into you again his lips at the shell of your ear. “I want to hear the voice that make men crumble to their knees… and I want to know that it’s singing my praises.”

His pace was slow but aggressive. You could already feel your second orgasm building and you couldn’t hold back your moans even if you tried. They only spurred him on.

Suddenly he was standing and flipping you around, so you were bent over holding the chair for support. His hips snapped into you as he picked up the pace. A hot hand came down on your ass cheek before snaking down to your front and playing with your clit again. “Ah fuck… yes. Thank you daddy. Please don’t stop! I’m gonna I-I’m gonna… AH!”

“You’re doing so great baby. You take my cock like you were made for it. No one could take this cock like you do. You’re so good… Cum for me. Come on you can do it, I know you can.”

You rockers your hips back into him a few times before gasping as you started to clench around him. “Oh baby you’re so fucking tight. God you feel so good.” You came even harder than you had the first time and felt your arms give out. You would have fallen forward if Dabi hadn’t caught you.

“Oh no baby doll. I’m not done with you yet… I heard all things, good or bad, come in threes… So, what do you say?” His dick that was still in you twitched. “Think you have another orgasm in you?” He chuckled when you only whined in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He pulled out of you only long enough to turn you around to face him. You couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming over his naked body as this was the first time you had seen it. You thought you saw something that looked like insecurity briefly flash in his eyes, but you didn’t have enough time to ponder it because he was manhandling you once again.

He leaned your back against the shower wall lips finding yours. His fingers ghosted a trail from the side of your breast, down you side, until he reached your knee. He hooked a hand under it before pulling it up until your ankle was resting over his shoulder. He continued to kiss you as he repeated this process to your other leg.

The stretch in your muscles was bordering on uncomfortable as he basically folded you in half like a fucking taco. You didn’t have time to complain though as he thrust his throbbing dick back into you.

It was softer this time though. His forehead leaned on yours as he slowly fucked into you. “What’d I say about keeping your eyes open sweetheart. I need you to look at me. Now open up those pretty eyes for me huh?”

You bit your lip and blushed as you looked into eyes. “Oh no need to be shy now.” His hand came up to push some of your wet hair out of your face. “You are so-“ His hips started to stutter a little. “Fucking perfect.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you are broken, or weak. You are a fucking fighter, you are so strong.”

A broken moan left his lips and you could tell he was almost at his limit. He began to eratically pump into you, hitting that hidden spot inside you every… single… time.

“Please Dabi, I can’t. It’s too much!” You struggled to keep your eyes open but you somehow managed.

“Yes you CAN! COLOR?”

Your hands gripped into his shoulder and you accidentally activated your quirk. You closed your eyes before you could connected with his thoughts, but there was nothing you could do about the skin to skin contact. You were hit with not only your own pleasure but his as well and it immediately overwhelmed the both of you. It was like an endless cycle of pleasure feeding into each other.

“Oh my FUCK! GREEN, GREEN, GREEN! SHIT GREEN!” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your legs shook violently with your intense orgasm.

He growled loudly as he released inside of you. “Shit I’m cumming. You took me by surprise you fucking naughty girl.” He pumped into you a few more times before stilling inside of you.

The only sound for the next few minutes was that of your labored breaths. His fingers traced patterns into your skin. You hissed when he finally pulled out of you. He put you feet back on the floor but had to keep his hands on you to keep you steady.

He reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of body wash. You felt like putty in his hands. Letting him clean you while massaging your sore muscles. It wasn’t until the water started to grow cold that he wrapped you in a towel and carried you back to your room. You fell asleep sometime after getting dressed for bed. The weight of the past few days finally lifting off of your shoulders.

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Dabi pulled your sleeping form on top of him slipping his warm hands on your lower back, much like he had the other night. You nuzzled into his neck and sighed. Your small hands gripping his shirt in your sleep.

Later that night he stared at the ceiling as his fingers carded through your hair. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew he didn’t need to read too much into what had just happened between the two of you. You had literally asked him for a distraction. If that’s what you needed, then he’d gladly give it to you. He just hoped you didn’t regret it.

He knew this was temporary. He knew soon enough you’d leave here and end up with someone like Bakugo. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth. He saw the way you looked at each other. There was history there that he couldn’t ignore. Part of him knew you deserved to have someone like Bakugo at you side.

He couldn’t afford to let himself get too attached to you. He was already too close. Any closer and he would never let you leave. He needed to be careful.

The next day you woke up to an empty bed, which surprised you because you almost always woke up before Dabi… Oh shit Dabi. Your mind replayed last night’s events and you felt your face heat up. You had asked him to make you feel something and he delivered… three times.

You grudgingly rolled out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. The whole way there you practiced what you would say in your head. You expected him to find him sitting in the kitchen with his cocky smirk eating breakfast. You expected sly comments and maybe even an attempt at round 2 on the kitchen counter.

What you didn’t expect was to walk into an empty kitchen. You shrugged thinking maybe he was in his room doing only God knows what.

You headed to the pantry to grab stuff to make breakfast but saw a note written in the most childish handwriting pinned to the fridge.

“Had to run some errands. Try not to die while I’m gone, and don’t leave the house. There’s a phone in the office for emergencies. – Dabi”

You couldn’t stop the feeling of dread that washed over you. He wasn’t here. You were alone. He hadn’t even asked you, he just left.

You nervously made your way around the house checking every single widow and door to make sure they were locked and secured. Your nerves were all over the place. You were definitely giving him a piece of your mind when he got home. You momentarily debated if you should call Katsuki, but after what happened last night you didn’t know if you could face him. You refused to feel guilty for sleeping with Dabi, but you did at least acknowledge that it would hurt Katsuki if he found out, and that made you sad.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You hadn’t had a free day to yourself in a very long time. You used to love days like this. You’d usually order a bunch of take out, pop open a bottle of wine and binge watch TV.

Your circumstances might be a little different now. You may not be able to order take out, but you knew Dabi had a wine cellar and a TV. You snooped around the kitchen before you found some frozen pizzas. This had the potential to be a good fay after all. Maybe a break was what you needed. You still had some lingering anger with him about the whole drowning fiasco, and it your frustration only grew with his little disappearing act.

You didn’t know how long to cook the pizza, so you just guessed. You chuckled at the thought of Dabi coming home to you burning the house down trying to make a pizza.

You took what looked like a very expensive bottle of wine and plopped your ass on the couch. You could watch whatever you wanted, and it didn’t matter because Dabi wasn’t here to be grumpy about it.

You were one pizza, two bottles of wine, and three seasons into your free day, and you were loving it. You hadn’t felt so… normal in a long time.

You were putting a second pizza into the over when you heard the front door slam close.

You held your breath and grabbed the closest thing to you which was a spatula. You held it close to your chest as you slowly rounded the corner. You practically ran straight into a hard wall of muscle. You immediately started swatting at them with a drunken war cry.

“OW! Shit stop it you fucking gremlin it’s just me!” Dabi yanked the spatula from your grasp and used it to swat at your ass. “Seriously you’re in a kitchen full of knives and shit and your first instinct was to grab the spatula.”

You yelped as he swatted at your ass again. “Heyy you’re lucky it wasn’t *hiccup* a knife or I’d ‘ave stabbed you.”

“Oh yeah? I’d be more afraid of you stabbing yourself with how drunk you are.” He took a look around and smirked, “Looks like you’ve had a good day.”

The timer for the pizza went off and you practically jumped out of your skin. “Oh! Pizza! You want some?”

Dabi shook his head, “Unlike you, I’ve had a very, very bad day. I think I’m going to head to bed early.”

Your lip stuck out in a pout, “Oh come ooooooon. You’ve been gone *hiccup* all day!” You lunged at him and wrapped your arms around him. You noticed him wince and you pulled away to see your shirt was now covered in blood… his blood. The sight was nearly enough to sober you up on the spot.

“Dabi! What the hell? What happened?”

He tried to take a step away from you, “Nothing, some of my staples just ripped out. It’s not a big deal.”

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. “Staples my ass! Dabi you’ve been stabbed!”

He groaned, “I’m fine! It’s not even that bad. Just a flesh wound.” The smell of smoke came from the oven, “Please take out the pizza before you burn the house down.”

“The pizza! Shit hold on.” You took a step towards the oven but came back and pointed at him. “Don’t. Move. I’ll be right back.”

He wanted to be irritated as he watched you skip off towards the oven. You were a cute drunk. A stupid drunk, but cute all the same. He watched you reach in to grab the pizza without any oven mits like an idiot, “Y/N! Stop! You’re going to burn yourself.”

He hissed through his teeth as he pushed through the pain to shove you away from the oven. You wobbled a little before your eyes settled back on Dabi. “Oops.” You giggled and put on the oven mits and took out the pizza. It was a little charred in some places, but you didn’t seem to mind. “Okay! Game plan… We eat pizza until I’m not drunk and then I sew you up.”

Dabi took a seat in a high bar stool at the kitchen island and you hopped up on the counter to sit practically between his legs. “That sounds like a terrible idea. I can handle it. I told you it’s not that bad.”

You took a huge bite of pizza, “Well if it’s not that bad then it should be something I can handle then.” Dabi opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off by shoving a piece of pizza in in his face. “Nope! No negotiations. Law number eleven accept help when it’s offered!”

He rolled his eyes as he took the slice from you. “You’re fucking stubborn you know that?”

“I am well aware. Now you going to tell me about how you got stabbed?”

He avoided eye contact and nibbled at his pizza. “Nope. That’s between me and the dumbass who was stupid enough to do it.”

You hadn’t expected him to tell you, but it still irked you that he was hiding things from you. “Law number twelve. No lying.”

Dabi could hear the hurt in your voice and he sighed. “I’m not lying, I’m just not telling you.”

You glared at him, “Not telling me is just a lie of omission!”

He brushed your hair out of your face, “Did you learn that in hero school.”

You pressed your cheek into his hand. “Will you please let me know the next time you decide to leave? It was kind of scary being by myself.”

He felt kind of bad for leaving without saying anything but he couldn’t risk you finding out what he was up too. He gave you a smirk, “Aw did you miss me?”

Your eyes looked into his and without any hesitation, “Yes.”

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. “I’ll compromise with you. I’ll let you bandage my little cut, but I promise it doesn’t need stitches.”

You smiled and tried to hop off the counter. Your equilibrium was still a little off though because you ended up in Dabi’s lap. He smirked, “After all this time, still falling for me huh?”

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btsqualityy · 4 years

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Assuage: Chapter 15

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Heat sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise, mention of impregnation (the reader’s in heat, it’s a given lol), mention of mating bites (again, the reader’s in heat lol), and a ridiculous number of knots lol

Of course, your heat hit you full force in the middle of the goddamn night.

You felt your eyes open abruptly, a soft gasp escaping your throat as you sat up a little. There was a thin sheen of sweat on your skin already, and the cramps in your lower abdomen were definitely strong but not yet overwhelming. You then looked to your right at Yoongi, your heart sinking when you saw how peacefully he was sleeping.

You really didn’t want to wake him up, because you were still early enough in your heat that you actually cared about being rude and interrupting his sleep. It also didn’t help that you were extra sensitive because of your heat and your Omega didn’t want to risk making your Alpha upset. However, you knew that he would be more than willing to help you since he had said so himself so that’s what spurred you to reach over and gently nudge his shoulder.

“Yoongi?” You whispered, pushing his shoulder a little harder when he didn’t respond to you. “Yoongi, wake up.”

“Huh?” He croaked, lifting his head as his eyes opened. “What is it?”

“My heat started,” you told him. “I’m sorry to wake you up.”

“No no no,” he shook his head, sitting all the way up and looking down at you. “Don’t apologize, it’s ok. How are you feeling?”

“The cramps hurt, but they’re not terrible yet,” you explained.

“Hmm alright,” he murmured. “How about I eat you out and then we’ll see if that helps the cramps for a little while? You’re gonna need as much sleep as you can get.”

“Ok,” you nodded, moaning softly when he leaned over and kissed you firmly. You set your hands on his cheeks, letting him guide you down so that you were laying down on the bed again, his body moving to hover over yours.

“Did good waking me up,” he mumbled against your skin as he moved away from your mouth, letting his lips skim over his t-shirt that you had on as he moved past your breasts and down to the apex of your thighs.

“Didn’t want to make you mad,” you whispered, lifting your head to watch as he reached up and grabbed the waistband of your panties, waiting until you lifted your hips in order to pull them off and throw them over his shoulder.

“I know that you’re probably feeling sensitive right now baby but I told you that I wanted to help you, so let me,” he smiled before leaning forward and licking one long stripe up the length of your slit. He started near the end and worked his way up, stopping at your clit. Once he did, he stayed there and wrapped his lips around it, making sure to suck hard.

“O-oh,” you whimpered. “Holy shit, that feels good.”

“Want a finger?” He asked after taking a second to take his mouth off of you, and you could barely think because he sucked your clit right back into his mouth as soon as the words had left his mouth.

“I-I don’t know if I’d be able to take it,” you confessed. “I already feel like I’m going to come just from this.”

“I think you could take it,” he murmured as he pulled away and looked up at you. “And if you come fast, that’s fine. It’s all about you right now baby.” You couldn’t help but to smile at his words and you found yourself nodding your head.

“Ok, give me one,” you agreed and he immediately set the tip of his middle finger against your entrance, making sure that you were ok as he slowly pushed it into you. Your back immediately arched up off of the bed, your walls clenching around the digit as he began to fuck you with it.

“You’re so wet already,” he muttered in awe. “You’re sucking me right in too.”

“Go faster please,” you requested, feeling relived when he immediately began to fuck you faster instead of teasing you. You couldn’t believe that you were about to come just from a little fingering, but you also found it easier to just stop caring after a while too; another sign of how fast your heat was settling in.

“Smells so good baby,” he whispered before taking your clit back into your mouth, and a loud, high pitched whine escaped your throat.

“I’m, holy shit, g-gonna,” you tried to announce but you didn’t even have time before your orgasm crested and your hands slammed against the bed, your fingers wrapping themselves into the sheets. Yoongi had to literally use his free hand to keep you from decapitating him as he continued to finger and suck you through your orgasm. By the time that you had relaxed against the bed again, your cramps had subsided greatly and you were reaching down to push Yoongi away.

“Good?” Yoongi asked once he had pulled away and reached up to wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand.

“Really good, I’m not cramping as bad,” you smiled and he did the same as he crawled up your body, leaning down once he was face to face with you and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m glad,” he whispered. “Do you think you can sleep a little more now?”

“Yeah. Scent me please?”

“Of course,” he agreed easily, moving to lay down next to you and opening his arms. You moved closer to him then, letting him wrap his arms around you as you nestled your nose against the juncture of his neck.

“Thank you,” you murmured and he just shushed you before pressing a kiss to your head.

“Sleep baby,” he said and soon enough, that’s exactly what you did.

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The next time that Yoongi woke up, it was to the sunlight filtering through the blinds on the windows and beaming down onto his face. He was happy that you had managed to sleep through the rest of the night because if your heats were anything like his ruts were (which were pretty intense since he was Prime), then he knew you’d need to rest and eat something whenever you had the opportunities to.

Speaking of that, Yoongi figured that he should go put something together for breakfast and try to get you to eat before your heat got even stronger. However, when he moved to get up, your leg that was tightened around his jerked and pulled him back against you.

“Y/N-ah? Baby?” He called gently but you didn’t reply to him, because you were too busy grinding against his thigh. Yoongi felt his cock twitch in interest at the sight, but he knew that he had to stay focused on trying to get you to eat something first.

“Baby, I know you hear me,” he said and that’s when you opened your eyes, looking up at him with what was arguably the most adorable pout that Yoongi had ever seen.

“Want your knot,” you whispered as you grinded harder against his thigh.

“Don’t you think you should eat something?” Yoongi suggested instead.

“Knot first,” you shook your head.

“You haven’t eaten anything since last night Y/N,” he pointed out.

“Do you not want to knot me?” You wondered with a wobbly lip, taking his words as rejection.

“Of course not baby,” he assured you, leaning over and making sure to leave a long, firm kiss to your lips. “I always want to knot you, but I want you to eat too. Alpha has to make sure that you’re taken care of, right?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, taking a few seconds to think before speaking again. “Knot first and then I’ll eat?”

“Mm, alright,” he relented and the smile that instantly appeared on your face made his heart warm. He then sat up, pushing down his boxers so that his cock sprang free and kicking them off his legs.

“You don’t have to prep me, I’m good,” you told him as he settled himself in between your legs and you couldn’t help the gasp that you let out when you felt the head of his cock smack against your clit.

“I can tell from your smell baby,” Yoongi smirked. “Wanna tell me what you were dreaming about that had you grinding on my thigh?”

“I dreamt about you and how good your cock f-feels, oh fuck,” you gasped when Yoongi pushed himself inside of you while you were mid-sentence. He continued to push his hips forward until he bottomed out, a low groan coming from him as he tried to keep himself from popping his knot off too early.

“Fuck me please,” you pleaded, and Yoongi nodded before slowly drawing his hips back and then moving them forward again.

“So fucking tight baby,” he muttered. “So tight and so wet.”

“F-for you,” you whimpered, tightening your legs around Yoongi’s waist in an effort to pull him deeper inside of you. “For Alpha.”

“Aren’t I lucky then?” He smirked, taking pleasure in the way that your cheeks redden when he said that. He then returned his focus to fucking you firmly and rhythmically, easily locating your g-spot and making sure to brush against it every time that he thrust back into you.

You, on the other hand, felt like you were going crazy. His cock felt so good inside of you, almost like he was made to fit inside of you. One added benefit of your heat was that you were extremely sensitive, both physically and emotionally and because of that, you swore that you could feel every inch of Yoongi’s cock and it was arguably the best feeling that you’d ever had in your life up to that point.

“Nngh,” you huffed. “G-gonna c-come.”

“Go ahead baby, I’m not stopping you,” he told you gently and suddenly, you felt yourself leaking onto his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Knot, knot,” you chanted. “Give me your knot.”

“I am baby. Gonna make you nice and full, ok?” He assured you and you nodded your head up and down quickly, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum flood into you. Sure enough, with a few more harsh thrusts, that’s exactly what you got. You felt like you could come again when you felt his knot expand, forcing it’s way into you as he spilled himself inside. The combined feelings of his cum inside of you and the strong orgasm that he had given you was enough to sate your Omega for the time being, and you found your body instantly sinking into the sheets.

“Not so fast missy,” Yoongi tsked. “We have to clean you up and then get you fed.” You instantly rolled your eyes, because food was the absolute last thing on your mind and you cursed yourself for even agreeing to it just because you wanted a knot.

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You liked your heat but you also hated it because the most mundane things that shouldn’t turn you on to no end did just that. The sight of Yoongi fixing you a bowl of the chicken soup that he had also cooked for you definitely fell into that category.

“Such a good Alpha,” you murmured as you stood behind him, your arms wrapped around his waist as you pressed yourself to his back. “Takes such good care of me.”

“Baby,” he called in a warning tone as he moved over to a drawer, grabbing two spoons and picking up the large bowl that he had filled before slowly walking out into the living room. He had to kind of shuffle along since you refused to let go of him and once he made it to the couch, he set the bowl and spoons onto the coffee table before unwrapping your arms from his waist and forcing you to sit down.

“You have to eat,” he told you as he sat down next to you, a knowing smile appearing on his face when you cuddled up so close to him that you were almost sitting in his lap. You watched silently as he picked up the bowl and spoons, setting one in the bowl while he dipped the other in the soup before bringing it up to your lips. You wordlessly opened your mouth, allowing him to push the spoon into your mouth. The two of you continued on like that, with him feeding you small spoonfuls of soup and you not fighting him on it until half of the bowl was gone.

“You have to eat too,” you whispered to him when he moved to give you another spoon. “I’m full anyway.”

“You didn’t eat for hours Y/N,” he said with an arched brow and the sensitive part of your Omega almost made you stop talking because you didn’t want to risk upsetting your Alpha. However, the part of your mind that wasn’t clouded by heat hormones knew that Yoongi needed to eat as well if he had any hopes of lasting throughout your entire heat.

“Eat, Alpha,” you murmured as you lifted your legs, maneuvering your body so that you could slide down onto the floor in front of the couch, settling in between Yoongi’s open legs.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He wondered, a harsh breath escaping him right after when you reached forward and pulled the band of his sweatpants down, exposing his semi-hard cock.

“You eat, and I’ll be good for you Alpha,” you smiled, leaning over and licking a fat stripe up the side of his cock. You giggled when you felt it twitch underneath your tongue and you looked up at Yoongi through your lashes as you waited for him to agree.

“Yeah, ok,” he relented, and you didn’t waste any time fully taking his cock into your mouth. You made sure to let spit slide from the sides of your mouth before bringing both of your hands up to stroke him. You could hear him groan while he ate as you suckled on the head of his cock while fisting the rest of his length, and your Omega was lowkey proud of the fact that you were clearly making him feel good.

“Ugh, fuck,” he grumbled. He was taking what were sure to be the biggest bites of food that he had ever eaten, but he knew that you wouldn't let him rest if he didn’t eat so he decided to hurry.

You swirled your tongue around the head, making a show of it by moaning as you did. Yoongi’s hips kicked upwards as a result, making you smile before you wrapped your lips around him again.

A few more bites later, Yoongi finished the soup and the bowl had barely settled onto the coffee table before his hands were on top of your head, pushing you down further onto his cock.

“Such a good Omega,” he praised you, lifting his hips and shallowly thrusting inside of your mouth. “Letting me fuck your mouth like the good Omega you are for me.”

“Mmm,” you moaned around him, pulling in your cheeks so that you were sucking on him harder. Yoongi’s breath had become ragged by this point, and you knew that he was close to coming.

“Keep going baby, that’s it,” he encouraged. “You want my cum baby? Want Alpha to paint your pretty little tongue white?”

“Please,” you gasped after popping him out of your mouth, continuing to pump him with both hands as you stuck your tongue out right underneath the slit on his cock.

“Tighten your hands baby, like this, there you go,” he cooed as he guided your hands to the base of his cock, tightening his grip around yours so that you would do the same. “I’m gonna come for you.”

“Wanna taste your cum Alpha,” you whispered and you barely had time to extend your tongue again before his knot inflated under your hands and the first ropes of cum landed in your mouth. Your Omega was slightly upset that you had wasted perfectly good cum by having it in your mouth instead of inside you, but you still enjoyed the fact that he seemed to love it so much.

“So good Y/N-ah, shit,” he chuckled to himself as he sat up, cupping your jaw with his hands. “Open.” You opened your mouth, letting him see that you had swallowed all of his cum, and he smiled appreciatively at the sight.

“Tastes so good,” you purred as you looked up at him. “Can I have a knot?”

“God, you’re insatiable,” Yoongi laughed before surging forward and kissing you passionately.

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If Yoongi thought you were insatiable on day one of your heat, then you were down right ravenous on day two. It seemed like a knot was the only thing on your mind at this point, and you definitely weren’t being nice about askingforit the way that you had been on day one.

“F-fuck me harder,” you demanded and Yoongi automatically lifted his right hand, bringing it down upon your right ass cheek in a harsh smack.

“You wanna rephrase that baby?” He questioned with a quirked brow, taking pleasure in the strangled moan that escaped you in lieu of an answer.

“P-please,” you corrected yourself.

“Better be lucky that it’s your heat baby, because I’m not gonna punish you for being a knot slut,” he growled, which made your walls clench around him. “But don’t push me.”

“W-want a kn-kn-knot,” you damn near sobbed, tears welling up in your eyes from how good Yoongi’s cock felt inside of you.

“Don’t be so greedy baby,” he murmured, lifting his hips so that he could brush against your g-spot easier. “Hasn’t Alpha knotted you a lot over the last day?”

“Y-yes, but I n-need it,” you stammered.

“You’re just such a little knot slut that you can’t help it huh?” Yoongi simpered, making your cheeks warm from embarrassment. “I wonder just what you’d be willing to do to get a knot right now.”

“Please, please, please,” you chanted out. Your orgasm was about to hit and you knew that you weren’t going to be able to hold it back if Yoongi decided that he wanted to control your orgasm.

“You wanna come baby?” He wondered and you nodded your head. “Beg then.”

“Please let me come Yoongi,” you begged. “I n-need it.”

“Wrong name.”

“Alpha, please,” you whined.

“Go ahead baby,” he told you and he had barely gotten the words out before you came, a high pitched moan slipping through your mouth. Yoongi looked down and growled deeply when he saw your essence coating his cock.

“You’re creaming me baby,” he grumbled, fucking into you harder. “Fuck, I’m about to knot you. Gonna fucking fill this pussy up.”

“Please, please, gimme a knot,” you replied hoarsely. “Want a bite.”

“I’m not biting you Y/N,” he grumbled roughly and the tears that had been welling up in your eyes finally spilled over when you felt his knot start to inflate and push into you. His cum followed swiftly behind, his deep groan reverberating throughout the room.

“Happy now?” Yoongi wondered as he cocked his head to look down at you, chuckling softly when he saw your eyes closed and your body relaxed onto the bed.

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“Y/N-ah, stop moving and eat,” Yoongi said as he held up a piece of meat to your lips, sighing when you shook your head. You were currently sat on his lap with his cock still inside of you, because you refused to move when Yoongi said that you needed to eat. This was the only way that Yoongi could convince you to even let him leave the bed, by promising to let you cockwarm him as he fed you. The only problem now though, was that you were too focused on riding him and not on the food that he was extending towards you.

“Don’t wanna,” you muttered against his skin, leaning forward and attaching your lips to his neck. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut for a few seconds because you sucking on his skin felt so good, but he quickly regained his composure and opened his eyes again.

“Omega,” he called and he felt you freeze against his skin before you pulled away and looked down at him. “Don’t you want to listen to Alpha?”

“....Yes,” you replied meekly.

“Then you should let me feed you then,” he said. He held up the piece of meat again, smiling when you opened your mouth and allowed him to feed you. You managed to eat about five more pieces before you were reaching up and pushing his hand away.

“No more,” you whimpered as you began to move your hips again, slowly lifting yourself up and down.

“Promise me you’ll try to eat more later?” Yoongi said and you quickly nodded your head in agreement.

“Promise,” you swore. “Wanna be good for Alpha.”

“You are baby, you are,” he smiled as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Now, let’s work on getting you another knot.”

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By day three, Yoongi was absolutely exhausted. He literally could not remember a time when his cock hadn’t been buried inside you within the last 24 hours and he also couldn’t remember when was the last time that he had slept for more than 45 minutes at a time; which is why he wasn’t surprised in the least when he passed out into a deep sleep.

What he was surprised by though, was the sight of you riding his fully hard cock when he finally woke up.

“Y/N-ah?” He croaked, lifting his head off of his pillow a little bit.

“I’m sorry,” you immediately apologized and when Yoongi locked eyes with you, he was shocked to see them wet with tears. “I just, I felt empty but I didn’t want to wake you up because you were tired and I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t and-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Yoongi interrupted as he sat up, placing his hands on your cheeks and making you look down at him. “It’s ok baby, I’m not mad.”

“You sure?” You whimpered and Yoongi’s heart felt like it was going to break when he saw the tears slip down your face anyways.

“Y/n, you’re in heat,” he reminded you, giving you a quick kiss before speaking again. “It’s not completely your fault, you know that.”

“I should’ve waited,” you shook your head and he just sighed as he took his hands off of your cheeks and set them on your hips instead.

“You listened to your Omega, and that’s always good in my book,” he smiled. “Now, keep going.”

“I can’t,” you murmured and Yoongi gave you a firm kiss in response. The kiss quickly became passionate, your hands automatically coming up and placing themselves on Yoongi’s shoulders while he pulled you closer to him.

“You can either keep riding my cock, or I’m going to fuck you with it myself,” he whispered against your lips. You shivered at his words but found yourself lifting your hips up and then lowering yourself back down anyways. “There we go baby.”

“Alpha,” you sighed in pleasure. “Want your cum. Want a pup.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi smiled gently, even though he knew that wasn’t possible since you were on birth control but he wasn’t about to argue with an Omega in heat that wanted a pup. “Want Alpha to fill you up and get you pregnant?”

“Fuck yes,” you purred, fucking yourself faster on top of him.

“That’s it. Use your Alpha’s cock to make yourself come baby,” he encouraged you. Needless to say, that’s exactly what you did; three times, to be exact.

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“I..I think it’s over,” you announced later that night as you laid in bed next to Yoongi.

“You sure?” He wondered as he sat up a little, setting his head on his hand as he looked down at you.

“I think. I still feel a little crampy but my head is definitely a lot clearer,” you explained.

“A knot isn’t the only thing on your mind anymore then huh?” Yoongi added, which made you blush and look away from him.

“I’m not responsible for anything that ‘Peak Heat’ Y/N said,” you shrugged, making Yoongi laugh out loud.

“You did good though baby,” he told you and you looked back at him.

“Really?”

“Of course,” he smiled, leaning forward and kissing you firmly for a few seconds before pulling away. “Admittedly, I did think you were going to break my dick on day two but we both made it.”

“You’re a jerk,” you giggled.

“I’m your jerk,” he corrected.

“Mines?” You smiled as you moved closer to him.

“Yours, for as long as you’ll have me,” he told you and that’s when you kissed him again, this time wrapping your arms around his neck so that he couldn’t pull away. The kiss deepened pretty quickly, his tongue snaking it’s way into your mouth and tangling with yours.

“Can we go one more time?” You asked against his lips, and he pulled away to look down at you. “I think I’ll be good after that.”

“Of course baby,” he nodded. Since the both of you were still naked, it was way too easy for him to grab the base of his cock and guide himself into you. You both sighed lightly at the feeling and Yoongi decided to take his time since you weren’t so preoccupied for a knot.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered as he set his hands next to your head, steadying himself on his knees before beginning to fuck you slowly. “Did so good for me.”

“Did I really?” You wondered. “It’s all a little hazy for me, to be honest.”

“You did,” he nodded. “I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist you during your heat, but I think I underestimated just how much. I’m surprised that you didn’t send me into an early rut.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I mean, I had a gorgeous Omega begging for my knot for the last three days,” he smirked, wincing when you reached up and smacked his chest. “I’m only human Y/N-ah, I couldn’t resist that.”

“Well good, because you took really good care of me,” you whispered, a soft moan coming out right after when you felt him prod against your g-spot.

“I told you that I would,” he replied. He then began to give you short, hard thrusts which left you scrambling for something to hold on to. Taking a short break, Yoongi lifted his hands from the bed and grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers with his before pinning your hands onto the bed next to your head.

“Yoongi,” you whimpered. “Feels so good.”

“I know baby, I know,” he murmured before leaning down and connecting your lips with his. The two of you sloppily made out as he continued to fuck you deeply, and you whined when you felt your orgasm winding up in your lower abdomen.

“Tell me how it feels baby,” he muttered. “Tell me how your Alpha’s cock feels inside of you.”

“So good Alpha,” you moaned. “I want your knot.”

“You’re gonna get it baby, I promise,” he assured. “The only one who I want to give my knot to.”

“Me?”

“You.” Hearing him refer to himself as yours so many times throughout your heat did something to you, and you definitely blamed that for what tumbled out of your mouth next.

“I love you,” you told him quietly and he didn’t even hesitate before replying.

“I love you too,” he said before kissing you again. That’s how the both of you were when you came, you leaking onto his cock as his knot grew and plugged itself inside of you as his cum entered you. Once the last ropes of his cum had spurted out of his cock, he slumped down on top of you, his head snuggled into your neck. You set one hand in his hair and the other hand on his back, rubbing light circles as you felt his nose nuzzle against your skin.

All in all, you’d say that it was a pretty good heat.

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ihatebnha · 4 years

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dabi + tattoo

The air outside is sharp, a chilling, winter breeze hitting your window underneath thick and rolling December clouds and setting sun.

The television hums behind you, playing the news most likely, and you stand in front of the sink of your kitchen, doing the dishes, in wait of someone you can’t help but long to see.

Dabi.

Sure, your life with him isn’t fantastic; living in a rundown apartment you aren’t often let to leave, doing mundane and boring things that you know no one really cares for, like reading magazines and doing laundry, but still, it’s not like you mind.

How could you, with a boyfriend so sweet?

A boyfriend so sweet, who comes home to you every night just to shower you with kisses and praise and the reminder that you’re his forever...

To which your current daydreams about are broken by the very same person, the door to your apartment slamming shut with a bang. You hear him before you see or feel him, and it’s not long before he finds you, loyal as always, your body still turned to the sink, reacting to his touch on instinct.

You don’t even need to say hello.

“Baby,” he coos, fleshy hands dipping into the high waistband of your pants as he approaches you, “Such a sweet thing for me.”

You nod against him, his fingers still obnoxiously cold from the outside chill despite the warmth of his chest against your back as he hugs you from behind.

You turn your head toward him, your cheek catching on the collar of his jacket as you mumble to him.

“I missed you, Dabi.”

He sighs against you, his chest rising and falling in a deep breath that’s exhaled on your shoulder as he noses the thin strap of your tank top. Drying your hands with the little green kitchen towel beside you, you rest your hands atop his, his arms still wrapped around your waist as you lean your head back onto his shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says, to which you hum in acknowledgment, always happy to listen, especially as he kisses the juncture where your throat meets your collarbone, his voice low when he continues, “You should get a tattoo.”

You can feel the dip of his smirk, the twitch of his muscles, and the curve of his fingers as he presses his blunt nails into you teasingly, as if to kiss your body with pins and needles.

“Oh?” You question, voice lilting in quiet surprise, as your face heats up and dips forward, and he chuckles against you, nodding, now dragging his fingers back to smooth circles over the crescent-shaped marks your hip.

“Of what?”

“My name,” He laughs, breathless, rasping, snuggling into you harder, “Touya.”

You can’t help but smile, timidly, feeling the way his own mouth stretches against your shoulder, staples pressing against you, stinging.

“What do you think?”

He humors you with a question you can’t answer, though you respond anyway.

“Sure,” you mutter, voice soft and shy, eyes glassy in thought, “Where?”

He chuckles again now, one of his hands leaving the warmth of your pants to wrap around your throat, the hand resting on top of his falling to your side.

“Maybe here?” he squeezes gently, and you can feel your throbbing pulse against his fingers, the staples in his palm pressing into your jugular, “For everyone to see that you’re mine.”

You nod against him, swallowing, his fingers dipping with the motion, before his hand creeps downward, moving to rest on your sternum, between the warmth of your tits.

“Or maybe here?”

Moving the now unoccupied hand behind you to press against his thigh as he presses you into the sink counter, you blink, looking downward, your face warming as you answer him.

“Anywhere you’d like.”

The words come easy, content, blissful… and Dabi rewards you for your submission with another biting kiss to your neck. Once again, he tests the waters by moving his hand farther down to rest between the spandex of your pants and the warmth of your belly, his fingers just stretching past your navel, but not quite.

“What about your cunt?” he whispers now, the tips of two fingers finding the soft edge of your panties, “So I can look at it when I fuck you?”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and you know he can feel the way you shudder by how his body tenses against your movements.

“That would be okay,” he begins again, as always, his hand finally breaching the elastic of your panties while the other moves to tangle fingers with yours, his voice as it always is, chilling, raw, “Right, baby?”

It’s not like you have a choice, but you don’t really mind, after all.

His body now almost perfectly molded to your back, fingers warming between your thighs, you nod, pulling your entwined hands to your lips.

“Yeah,” you confirm, voice sweet, body his.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki x reader #dabi #yandere dabi #holy cr*p i didn't mean to finish this #what the eff LOL #this idea is so d*sgusting LMAOOOO #lowkey i stole the idea from an overwatch fic i read years ago that lives rent free in my mind #i drafted this a while ago and just .. went ham just now #on accident #so lm*ao smh #sorry if it’s rushed hope u like it tho #idk what to tag it #like d*b c*n???#anyway let me know bye #yandere tw

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metalliceyepoker · 2 years

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Forgot I wrote this. Throwing it into the void. Short drabble.

Karl Heisenberg x Male oc (guess who.)

Hunter's brother, code name Lumber, is not having a good time. After the Village incident, the group decides to 'lay low' and decide their next move. The problem is, Lumber cannot stand his new housemates. Another late night phone call ensues.

"-yeah it's crazy. One time I got so hammered, woke up next day just fucking dying, couldn't even keep water down what with someone throwing their cricket bat around in my skull, so tried to find something to help with that. Then lo and behold. The bathroom cabinet is fresh outta any and all sorts of pain medicine. Obviously there was only one logical explanation so I went straight to my bro's room. Should've thought twice.

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Call recording #85

Walked in on during their heated mating session. For lack of better words, yeah, nono, you don't get it. No one in their right mind would look at that and say they getting it on. The guy really chomped down on that neck-shoulder juncture. Good aim too, or should I say shit aim? Maybe he was going for a kill? Anyway, was pretty sure he didn't hit any major veins but ho-oly shit.

The blood, man. Teeth were just in so deep I thought the guy tore a chunk out. Then that maniac just looked at me. His name was Karl something. Think it was german. So this 'Karl', shooting some venom-laced daggers with those laser eyes I mean. Clearly wasn't too amused how I trespassed and disturbed their 'quality time' together. Didn't even break off, I just kept staring because honestly, didn't know fuck all that was unfolding before my eyes, and guess he didn't like that. Cuz he bit down harder. And you know what? My bro just growled back at him. Like he's living a time of his life. While he's probably a few seconds away from getting his throat torn off.

You know the worst part? That hulking thing opened his mouth and the blood just gushed out from all the punctured holes. Strings of blood stuck to his tongue, stretching out like when you take Mac n cheese out of microwave and take a scoop, and the cheese just hangs like spider webs. Then he licked his teeth clean. Damn man. Straight outta horror movie. While looking straight into my eyes, no less. My brother's back like canvas, someone could slap a 'raining red' as a title on it and sell it out to an auction.

Come to think of it, don't people die from that shit? I know we are genetically different or something but losing that much blood can't be good for anyone, right? The sheet underneath him was completely soaked.

I've seen some crazy stuff in my life but hell. No, goddamn it, that ain't no regular biter. You can't just call it a bit freaky and move on! I still can't decide if that was an actual assault or my brother being so horny he's lost it finally.

That old guy, lower half of his face was just dark red. His beard was matted and the blood kept dripping from it. And after that shark grin, I didn't even know I took a few steps back, and that bastard slammed a door in my face with his power. Oh yeah, he's a real life magneto, ever told you that? Real doozy. I told him I taught my dear brother how to pickpocket and he threw my lighter at me. The one I keep in my inner pocket. All made sense when I learned he can be a human magnet.

Anyway, after that, I said never mind the pounding headache and the need to carve my intestines out or throw them all up into sink. Because I wasn't as concerned as before. Fuck. No, I was concerned that I had to get the blood off of all the linen, then I said, fuck that, I ain't cleaning up that crime scene, and then went to wash down my gullet with more alcohol.

Because, what do you expect after that? It was 10:30, you know how much I hate daylight, and yet I chose to drive all the way to the mart, showering in sweat, so I can fill my cart with six-packs. Everyone was just staring at me like they wanted to give me a number for AA or something.

You know, after all the missions, you'd think I've grown an immunity to all the nasty shit, but my brother's nothing short of a limit-breaker.

I didn't go back. Just crashed at my friend's place. Bribed him with beer, never fails. Went back next day, that little fuck had the decency to cover up the marks with probably all the dressings we had, and the house is not in flames. And that hobo guy? Kept grinning at me creepily during the entire time I was standing there making my morning joe.

Fuck him. Actually, poor word choice. Do not fuck him. I might be a masochist and am proud to say that, but that guy will straight up murder you. My brother's hooked, tho. Damn him. I taught him good but didn't know my self destructive tendency would rub off like that. On the other hand...it kiiinda makes..sense? One homicidal maniac attracted another. A match made in literal hell.

Buy some aspirin and tylenol on your way here, will you. Yes, Dave, it really is that bad, I couldn't sleep for days because of all the horrible noises that were clearly not from sex. There's no way. 2 days ago that motherfucker EMP bombed the whole house. This is a new phone. I made a goddamn portable Faraday cage to put it in.

I need a drinking buddy, aight? Oh shit wait-"

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Crash-thump

Vague screeching noises

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Booming laughter

Incoherent shouting

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"..................yeah you know what. I'll go there. Where you at. Nah I ain't spending a second more in this place with those unhinged men. Help out a friend, will ya? Oh same place? Good. I'll be in 20-no. 10 mins. Be there soon."

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#resident evil village #karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg x male oc #the iron steed #the hunter #the woodsman #code name: hunter #code name: lumber #my writing #writing practice

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cakesunflower · 5 years

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Two’s A Party [C.H. One Shot]

A/N: So basically I read this sentence prompt that went “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed, something’s wrong with you” and instantly thought of Calum and viola this was born. Funny how I was legit talking to @5sosnsfw last night about how writing smut is so bleh and then I wrote this about 24 hours later. Calum just does it to me, man.

This is written in 2nd person which I rarely ever do in a proper one shot so enjoy it while it lasts LMAO. This is all just smut/situations leading up to it.

It’s only about 4k words so...... Happy reading!

The party had died down around two-thirty in the morning, your apartment engulfed in a pleasant, calm lul as opposed to the enjoyable rowdiness your friends brought with them. Besides, it wasn’t even a party, per se. More so a get together with your closest friends where you watched movies, ate lots of food, played board games, and drank even more alcohol. It was a fun way of winding down from the week and getting ready for the weekend, jobs and other adulting commitments making it difficult for you to see your friends as often as you’d like.

Especially those who didn’t stick around for too long, given their lifestyle, vastly different from your own, had them constantly traveling.

“Are you still going?”

Your eyes flickered away from the TV, which was playing an episode of Vampire Diaries—you weren’t sure why; you vaguely remembered one of your friends wanting to watch an episode just for Ian Somerhalder—and you looked up at Calum emerging from the hallway. He was eyeing the glass of wine you were sipping from, his own eyes a bit glassy from the hits he’d taken, curls ruffled a top his head as he slowly made his way over to you.

He was the last one still at your place, the rest of your friends having climbed into their Ubers after bidding goodnight, and you didn’t mind at all. You loved Calum’s company, sober or otherwise, and you didn’t have to tell him he was welcome to stay over for him to know.

You lowered the glass after swallowing the bittersweet sip, a lazy, tipsied smile gracing your lips. It was your second glass of wine—thought that was after a round of ill advised shots Luke wanted to take and a couple of hits from one of your other friend’s pen. You weren’t drunk, but a pleasant, enjoyable buzz hummed through your veins and tickled your skin. Your head kind of felt heavy on your shoulders, nothing you weren’t used to, but it was a welcome feeling.

“Don’t judge me in my own home,” you responded, watching as Calum snorted as he stepped over you. You were sitting on the ground, on a floor cushion that was softer than your couch, back against it as you absently watched the show with a throw blanket on your lap.

You felt the couch subtly move behind you, hearing Calum grunt gently as he laid down, legs dangling over one side of the arm rest as his head rested on the couch near where yours was as you remained seated. “Why’re you sitting on the floor?” Calum asked, voice raspy and just a little bit muffled due to his cheek pressed against the couch.

You licked your lips, tasting the wine, wondering if you should pour some more as you drawled, “Why are you asking so many questions?”

You knew why, of course. He wasn’t entirely sober, and whether he was drunk or high—especially high—it was when every question that ran through Calum’s mind was voiced. His need to know things always took over, asking, asking, asking. And you were always patient with him, always answering, wanting to do your best to feed his hunger of knowing. That’s how it also worked when you told him about the classes you were currently taking in grad school, and he asked you about the lectures and readings. He couldn’t go back to school like he wanted, not yet anyway, so you let him live vicariously through you. Calum always did the same when you asked about his life on the road, the wanderess in you never silenced.. Give and take, always.

Calum was silent for a few moments, the only sound in your apartment coming from the TV as the show continued on. You watched with slightly hooded eyes, unable to truly focus. At this point, you may be more tired than high. But you wanted to enjoy Calum’s company for as long as you could.

“Can I ask you another question?” he finally spoke up, the lazy drawl in his deep voice enticing. When you hummed in response, Calum asked, “What the fuck is sexual abandonment?”

You let out a groan, throwing your head back, just barely grazing Calum’s side where he lay as you felt and heard him chuckle at your reaction. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as thoughts of your ex flashed through your mind, more annoyed than pained. There was no love lost, but Calum was really blowing her shit right now. “Listen, shut up. I can’t believe I dated someone who used that as a reason to break up,” you huffed, straightening your head with a shake of it. Calum’s chuckles were deep behind you, all too amused, as your face scrunched up at the mere thought of your ex-boyfriend. He really had said he was dumping you because of sexual abandonment. You figured that’s why you’d never date a law student again. Or someone named Greg. You snorted as you raised your glass of wine. “I’m surprised he didn’t sue me.”

That only had Calum laughing harder, your smile growing as you swallowed your wine and looked over your shoulder. He was pressing his face on the couch cushion, shoulders shaking from his raspy laughter, and you could see the crinkles by his eyes as he did so. He was fucking adorable.

You bit your smiling lower lip, forcing yourself to look away from him and back at the TV screen, face scrunching up once again in distaste as you sounded disapprovingly, “Ugh.”

“What?” Calum questioned through a somewhat squeaky and endearing voice as his laughter dissolved into chuckles, taking a breath to calm himself down.

“That,” you answered, pouting at the TV as you watched one of the characters kiss the other’s neck, the recipient of it looking far too much like she was enjoying it. You couldn’t relate. “Not fun. Does absolutely nothing.”

From behind you, you heard Calum let out a disbelieving scoff, and without even looking at him you could hear the frown he wore as he said, “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed, something’s wrong with you, doll.”

You finished off your wine with a roll of your eyes, putting the glass on the coffee table and blinking back some focus as you realized you put it a bit too close to the edge and pushed it further to the center of the table. Settling back against the couch, you informed your Australian friend, “No one I’ve ever been with has turned me on by kissing my neck. Either they just suck at it, or something really is wrong with me.”

Calum clicked his tongue in disapproval, and you felt his right arm wind around you, settling across your collarbones as he remained behind you. You enjoyed his warmth, the closeness not unfamiliar, until he shifted and you felt his lips brush along the shell of your ear as he murmured lowly, “They didn’t know what they were doin’. You need someone who does.”

Either you were drunker than you initially thought, or this was starting to take a turn you hadn’t been prepared for. Still, the sound of his husky voice sent a shiver down your spine, stomach flipping excitedly as you played with him for a brief moment, perhaps as a way of testing to see if you were right about the direction this was headed in. “Let me know if you find anyone willing.”

The hand that was wrapped around you was settled near the nape of your neck, throat working when Calum dragged a finger along the side of it in a featherlight touch. “Already have.”

Yeah. This was definitely going where you realized you desperately wanted it to go.

You inhaled deeply, the anticipation suddenly buzzing your veins more than any of the drinks had, biting the inside of your lower lip as Calum hummed, “Come up here, yeah?”

You moved without much thought, getting up from the floor to scoot up to the couch as Calum had moved, the blanket falling to the floor. Without having you face him, he had you settled between his legs, relaxed, hands settling at the juncture of your thighs where the heat of his touch seeped through the thin material of your leggings. Your heart was thundering your chest, in overdrive as you breathed in the scent of his familiar cologne deliciously mixed with the faint scent of weed, feeling Calum sit up behind you as his chest pressed against your back.

“Relax, doll,” he murmured, voice all too enticing, “just watch your show.”

It had been challenging to focus on the damn show before; did he really think you’d be able to now?

Still, you did as he said, ridding of any tension built from anticipation as you leaned into his sturdy chest, gaze on the show playing on the TV as you felt the first soft pressure of Calum’s lips. He started on your left side, where your neck met your shoulder, and you reveled in the coincidence of your decision to wear a tank top tonight.

Calum’s movements were slow, purposeful, as he pressed close mouthed kisses, starting a trail leading up the side of your neck, and each touch of his soft lips against your skin had you lightly biting your bottom lip. It was embarrassing how the sensation of his lips already had you realizing that, yeah, this was better than anyone else who’d ever tried this on you.

His hands were on your hips, teasingly sliding to the juncture of your thighs, the brush of his fingers flipping your stomach desirably. You weren’t oblivious to the way your heart was picking up its pace, already starting to find it difficult to focus on a bunch of vampires on the TV screen as Calum’s lips reached the spot where your jaw and neck met. The added sensation of his stubble scratching gently against the previous kissed spots, along with the tickling brush of his curls, had you biting your tongue as you tried to keep your breaths steady.

The wine that buzzed in your veins only heightened everything you were feeling, taking in a soft breath when Calum teased your skin with a nibble. Your eyes fluttered as his kisses trailing down started slowly becoming more intense, more playing with your skin with the use of his teeth and tongue, heart leaping in your throat when he chuckled against you. You felt his deep, quiet laughter in his chest against your back. With a squeeze of your hips, Calum murmured, “I can tell you’re already enjoying this.”

You didn’t want to give in too easily—give into what, you weren’t sure—despite leaning your head back just a little against his shoulder, hooded eyes still on the TV as you breathed, “Only a little.”

Calum, of course, took that as a challenge.

He scoffed lightly, bringing his left hand up to cup your right jaw, turning your face towards his as he lifted his head to look at you. The distance between you two was practically nonexistent, and you wondered if his dark, blown out pupils were because of whatever high he may be riding or because of what he was doing to you. You knew yours damn well had to do with him.

There was a boyish, wicked smirk growing on his lips, his hand warm against your cheek, thumb brushing along your lower lip as he leaned in close. You tried to ignore the way your heart jumped when Calum’s lips brushed against yours, just barely, so close but not entirely, as he whispered arrogantly, “You’re a shit liar.”

And then his head was ducking once more, and this time as his lips trailed to your collarbone, you felt the newfound passion behind his kisses—one that you welcomed wholeheartedly.

The enticing burn of his stubble was soothed by the warm press of his lips, only to be teased unforgivingly with his teeth and tongue as he bit and sucked at your skin, determined to leave marks you both knew you’d wear proudly. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes still on the TV but not at all in focus, head leaned back to willingly give Calum access. Your right hand gripped the edge of the couch, digging into the soft material, while the other had a mind of its own and reached up to bury your fingers in the back of Calum’s head, lost in the strands of his curls.

He took his time with the kisses, never dialing back on the fervor, knowing just how much he was picking up your heart rate as he felt your body react to him. It drove him crazy, hearing the small gasps and sharp inhales you sounded every time he added a new mark to paint your skin with, wondering if you could feel just what you were doing to him, too. You could.

Calum’s hand that was gripping your jaw shifted, just a fraction, enough to allow for his thumb to slip past your lips, grip on your thigh tightened when you, without hesitation, wrapped your lips around the thumb and sucked. “Fuck,” Calum groaned breathily, lips dragging on your skin as you didn’t even try to hide the smirk that threatened to grow.

He kissed another mark he left on you before lifting his head, lips no longer on your skin and thumb no longer in your mouth. Your eyes met his dark ones, his no longer glazed from the weed but solely because of you, barely giving you a chance to let out a breath as Calum used the hand that held your jaw to turn you towards him more, closing the gap as his lips that had been teasing your neck for God knows how long finally met yours in a searing, toe curling kiss.

The two of you moved, lips never leaving one anothers as you turned to straddle Calum where he sat, the TV in the background drowned out by the sounds of your sharp breathing as you kissed, suddenly feeling a bit too constrained by the clothes that you both wore. You felt yourself easily getting lost in the feel of Calum’s lips against yours, working perfectly as the kiss deepened and the tongue that had been teasing your neck effortlessly slid against yours. Your fingers gripped the hem of Calum’s shirt, and he easily got the message as he reached behind to grip the material off his back and lift it off of himself completely, the kiss breaking for a brief moment that you used to take off your own tank top.

You grinned lazily at the sight of his unruly curls, messed up by your own fingers and the act of taking off his shirt, biting down on your lower lip as you noticed Calum watching you watch him. The incredulity of this whole situation wasn’t lost on either of you, but it wasn’t something you wanted to think about. That would come later.

So for now, Calum wrapped his arms around your waist before getting up effortlessly with your legs around him, smirking at the startled exclaim that fell past your lips as Calum lowered you onto your back on the couch, getting on his knees above you. Reaching your hand forward, you gripped the pendant of the necklace he wore, tugging him down to connect your lips once more, mouth craving to slant against his as Calum eagerly returned the kiss. He used one hand to plant by your head to keep himself above you, the fingers of the other digging under the band of your leggings and panties and giving them a quick tug downwards.

You couldn’t help the giggle that fell past your lips as you helped him in taking off the offending materials, the kiss breaking as he sat up to rid himself of his own pants. Both of your movements weren’t as frenzy as the pace of your heats, taking your time in ridding the clothes despite the pressing urge to once again close the gap between the two of you.

You looked up at Calum, your breathing heavy, as he sat on his knees between your legs, gaze never leaving yours as he rolled on the condom he’d taken out from his wallet. You wondered if his lips once again craved yours, wondered if his felt electric from the kisses shared while yearning for more, admiring the pinkness of his mouth from treating you so well.

There was a heat firing up your body as Calum openly admired you as well, laying bare all for him. Did he also find this turn of events unexpected? Was he also grateful things had taken this path, just like you were? Because fuck it if you never imagined getting to be with him like this, savoring every piece of him for as long as you could.

He leaned down to kiss you again, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his chest press against yours, gasping into his mouth when his finger teased your slick folds. Calum’s lips curled into a smirk, the rasp of his voice chilling as he groaned at your wetness and mused, “No one could’ve turned you on like this except for me, doll.” Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails sensually dragging across his skin as he added another finger into you. “Always remember that.”

As if you could ever forget.

You were lucky that Calum took mercy on you, hearing the whimper you released and he swallowed amidst your kiss, pumping his fingers a few times, dragging them against your walls, admiring your tightness before pulling them out and teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. Being verbal wasn’t something you found yourself capable of, all of the sensations starting from the second Calum had pressed his lips to your neck to now overwhelming you, but you knew Calum and you knew he would wait until you gave him the go ahead.

So you kissed him, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth, the press of his chest against yours syncing your heartbeats, as you begged, “Please, Cal.”

He reveled in the moan you let out as he buried himself inside of you, the kiss breaking as your eyes shut and head tilted back at the sensation of him filling you. Calum dropped his lips to your throat, curls and eyelashes brushing against your skin as he squeezed his own eyes shut at the feel of you around him, snug and right. He cursed under his breath, guttural and blissed, feeling the confirming squeeze you gave his bicep a moment later that allowed him to create a pace that effortlessly drove you both crazy.

One leg on the couch while the foot of the other planted itself on the ground, Calum so easily hit that spot that had your heart jumping and head dizzying. You were overwhelmed by him; by him filling you up so well, by his lips on your throat, by the hand that wasn’t holding him up reaching between the two of you so his thumb could toy with your clit.

Calum lifted his head, taking in the flush of your cheeks and blissed out look in your eyes as you looked up at him through a hooded gaze, and he couldn’t be more entranced if he tried. He smirked breathlessly, nipping at your lower lip, grunts falling past his throat as he praised, “Take me so well, baby. How’s it feel knowin’ only I can get you like this?”

You let out a sharp breath, the urge to feel his lips against you strong as you confirmed breathlessly, “So good,” before kissing him like your life depended on it because, honestly, it felt as though it did.

The familiar coil in the pit of your stomach tightened as Calum kept his pace, thumb still circling your clit, and you knew that Calum knew you well enough at this point. You didn’t realize how well until he urged, “Let go, baby.”

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you felt yourself do just that, the satisfied, blissed out sounds you let out music to Calum’s ears as his own release soon followed, burying his head in the crook of your neck so you could feel the press of his lips and scratch of his stubble. Even the pendant of his necklace dragging across your skin sent shivers down your spine, the mix of all these heavenly sensations taking over in the best way possible.

Your breathing was labored, as was Calum’s, whimpering softly as he pulled out of you and rid of the condom in the makeshift garbage bag made from one of the empty takeout bags. Calum then picked up the blanket and you lazily shifted over as much as you could towards the back of the couch, letting Calum settle next to you—though you ended up a bit on top of him. Neither of you minded.

You stared up at the ceiling, willing your heart to calm down as you reveled in the warmth of Calum’s bare body against yours in the minimal space your couch offered. The blanket reached up far enough to cover your chest, Calum’s toes just barely peeking out from the other end. He’d propped his head on the armrest, your own laying against his chest as his fingers lightly trailed up and down your arm as his own stayed wrapped around your shoulders. The TV was still on, as was that damned show, though neither of you paid it any attention. How could you, when you’d just done what you did?

Your stomach was still fluttering, lips electric, biting them before breaking the silence between you two. “So I guess nothing was wrong with me. Everyone else just sucked.”

Calum let out a deep chuckle at that as his fingers that had been dancing on your arm trailed over to your neck, brushing against the sensitive spots that were blooming into the bruises he’d intentionally left. Voice a low murmur, the smirk ever present, he responded smugly, “I know.”

You scoffed, lightly smacking his chest with the back of your hand, earning another laugh from him. Reaching your hand up, you took Calum’s that was trailing along your neck and played with his fingers, a thought popping in your head as you bit the inside of your cheek. Watching your fingers play with his, you dared yourself to hum, “Know what I’ve been wondering?”

He allowed you to pull off one of his silver rings before taking it between his fingers and sliding it over your thumb, the only place it’d fit. “What’s that?”

You took a silent breath, preparing yourself as the anticipation started building up without much doing. Tilting your head, you looked up to meet Calum’s curious gaze, his eyebrows quirking at the not-so-innocent smirk tilting at your lips. “If the rumors about your head game are true.”

His eyes darkened and you knew you had his attention—not that you’d ever lost it. And when your smirk widened, biting your lip, Calum’s own wicked one came out to play, already pulling off the blanket to make his way towards your sensitive heat. Your heart jumped, gasping as he got to his knees on the floor and gripped your hips to turn your body towards him, smirking up at you from between your legs as he taunted, “Only one way to find out.”

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dreamypeaches · 4 years

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self-care (kinktober day 2) | pope heyward x reader

summary: pope’s commitment to school has left you feeling lonely. you decide to help pope destress and unwind with some self-care, only for him to turn the tables.

warnings: smut (it’s kinktober y’all), cursing

word count: 1.3k

a/n: it’s big pope heyward loving hours here, but when is it not. I’m gonna try and write a bunch of kinktober fics this weekend so I’m not constantly posting them when everyone has already gone to bed. hopefully i actually can accomplish that

Times were hard in the mind of Pope Heyward. It was his final semester of undergrad, and he needed to leave off on a good note. Amidst cramming for midterms, finishing up labs, and just the general stress of being alive, he also had med school applications to deal with. All you could do was watch as the man you loved became so filled with stress that you couldn’t even hug him without it leaking onto you.

It had taken quite a toll on your sex life as well. When he wasn’t in class or studying, he was so exhausted that he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow, which didn’t happen often. He stayed up late most nights cramming, fueled by coffee and pure anxiety. You were left to your own devices, your hand becoming your new lover. Compared to Pope, it was like trying to fuck yourself with a noodle, incredibly unfulfilling.

Not only were you craving the sweet release that only Pope could give you, but you knew he could use it as well. He was wound so tight, it was time for him to explode. So you hatched a plan. You were going to make Pope cum so hard he would see God. But of course, Pope was always full of surprises.

He had taken his usual Saturday night position, slouched over his desk as he furiously typed and flipped through pages of his textbook. When you had moved in together, he’d set up his study space in the living room, ensuring that he didn’t disturb you during his late-night study sessions. But tonight, you wanted to be disturbed. He’d already been there for a couple hours, not paying you any mind, which was perfect. You’d spent those couple hours preparing. You were shaved and waxed, applying some of his favorite scented lotion across your smooth skin. You’d gone for a simple look, adding the tiniest amount of mascara and lipstick. The most important part was the lingerie. You’d bought this set a couple weeks ago online, and it finally arrived at your doorstep that morning, perfect timing.

You admired yourself in the floor-length mirror, not ashamed to say that you would totally fuck yourself. You just hoped Pope would feel the same way. Slinking out of your bedroom, you lean against the hallway wall that enters into the living room. Pope’s back is turned to you, his body silhouetted by the light of his laptop.

“Pope,” you call

“Yeah?” He replies. He doesn’t even start to turn towards you. You sigh, tapping your head against the wall in frustration.

“Can you look at this?”

“Look at what?”

“Just fucking look!”

You see his shoulders sag slightly at your tone, a sigh escaping his lips as he turns towards you. His at first questioning look turns to one of shock and awe as he takes in your appearance.

“Holy shit,” He breathes. You smirk, the reaction exactly what you wanted.

“Like what you see?” You say seductively. His mouth opens and closes as he grasps for words.

“Yes...” He starts, making you bite your lip as he undressed you with his eyes, “But I can’t, love, I’m sorry. I really need to finish this.”

You’re sensual stance sags as your shoulders slump, pouting at your boyfriend.

“But Pope!” You say, elongating the o as you march over to him. You push his chair back from the desk and swing your legs over his lap to straddle him. Arms wrapping around his neck, you give him your best, irresistible puppy dog eyes.

“It’s been literal weeks since we’ve done anything! I haven’t even given you a shitty, quickie hand job. I miss you, lovely. More than that, I fucking need you, and you need to destress. Can’t you just relax for one night?”

You angle your chest upwards, practically shoving your exposed cleavage into his face. His eyes are stuck to the view as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Pleasure fills your gut as you watch his eyes darken with lust, his hands coming to grip your hips harshly.

“You’re right, love, I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been paying enough attention to you. You’ve probably had to take care of yourself a lot, haven’t you?”

You let out a whimper at his lower tone, nodding in agreement with his words. He quickly adjusts you, lifting your hips and moving until you’re straddling his thigh. The basketball shorts he’s wearing were already ruined from the way your heat was pooling against him.

“Why don’t you show me how you take care of yourself?” He asks though it’s less of a question and more of a command. You simply nod, words escaping you as his grip on your hips tightens, forcing you to grind down more on his thigh. Unwrapping from around his neck, you grip his shoulders as you slowly start to rock against him. Your clit catches on a seam on your panties, a light moan leaving you as it does.

“That’s it, baby, I want you to feel good. I’ve been neglecting you for too long, I have to make up for lost time.”

He starts to pepper kisses across your jaw and down your neck, leaving love bites across your cleavage. The way he nips as the skin before soothing it with his tongue makes your mind go fuzzy. Pope really was everything for you. He could be so sweet and gentle, caring for you like no one else had, but also drive you wild with pleasure and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. He really is the ultimate package.

The grip on your hips is almost bruising now as he urges you to move faster, your moans starting to fill the air as you chase your release on his thigh.

“Fuck, that pussy is so wet for me. Tell me how it feels, baby? How does my thigh feel against your pussy?”

“F-fuck, Pope, it feels so good. I’ve missed your body so much.”

“Don’t worry, love, I’m going to make it up to you. I promise,” He whispers against your neck as he continues to place soft kisses. You tighten your hold on his shoulders, grasping for any amount of stability as you grind down on him, the coil in your gut tightening quickly. Burying your face in his neck, a string of curses and moans leave you as you rub yourself on him, the edge so close yet so far away.

“Please, Pope, help me. I want to cum so bad. Help me cum, baby!” You beg. You feel him smile against your temple.

“As you wish, love.”

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles against it that greatly contrasts your furious grinding. You shout out at the added sensation, moaning his name against his throat. You feel the vibrations of his chuckle, screaming as he presses harder against your sensitive bundle.

“Oh my FUCK, I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s right, love, let it out. Cum all over my thigh.”

You do exactly that, biting against the juncture of his shoulder and neck as your orgasm washes over you. He helps you ride it out, moving your hips for you as your body seems to go limp with pleasure.

“So good for me, love, so good. But that’s only the beginning, I’ve got a month's worth of orgasms to make up for.”

He doesn’t give you much time to recover before he stands, throwing you over his shoulder as he does. Landing a firm slap against your ass and earning a giggle, he makes his way to the bedroom where he throws you down onto your shared bed.

He gazes down at you, already fucked out, legs spread revealing your soaked panties. You shrink against his loving gaze, the passion in it almost overwhelming.

“What the fuck is wrong with me, not taking advantage of having the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You blush, pulling your lip between your teeth as you beckon him over. He abides and hovers over you, lips ghosting against yours.

“Don’t worry, love, we’ve got forever to take advantage of each other.”

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reneejuliet · 3 years

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Three Tangled Hearts

Author: reneejuliet

Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin x Reader

Rating: M (smut (see warnings), cursing)

Word Count: 2,669

Genre: Smut, Angst (lil), Idol AU (are you surprised?)

Author’s Note: Hello beautifuls! Here it is: my first attempt at a MxMxF dynamic. There is gonna be some missing context in this, as I initially wanted to flesh this out into something longer and/or a series. I currently have another drabble for this story that gives some more context, but not much. If the response to this is good, I can post that as well! Otherwise, it isn’t anything that’s going to ruin the story overall. Remember to read the warnings listed below since this is definitely smuttier. And feel free to lol at my inability to properly label warnings because I don’t even know what to consider my writing (but I’m always more safe than sorry, don’t worry). Enjoy, and as always, please let me know what you think!

Warnings: MxMxF, polyamory, not quite a threesome, MxM sex, anal, sort of exhibitionism, teasing, biting/marking, dom!Yoongi for like two seconds, whiny Jimin, hinted oral (female receiving), erections, Yoongi’s growl, use of ‘noona’ again because it’s me, love confessions(like I can’t stress how much they say ‘I love you’), there’s also some fluff in here but it’s hardly enough to label it

You should have heard it, but you were too wrapped up in your own mind. You always were these days. So it wasn't until you opened the door and stepped inside that the rhythmic pounding hit your ears, and your heart dropped into your stomach.

Jimin was bent over the couch, Yoongi thrusting hard into him. Both boys' faces were twisted in pleasure, but there was something more straining their usually beautiful features. It was enough to give you slight pause, even if you suddenly felt sick to your stomach. You were right, after all.

They didn't need you; didn't want you. Not like they swore they did. They never would.

Yoongi's eyes latched onto you first and his thrusting faltered, his fingers tightening on Jimin's hips. His lips parted around the silent form of your name. The brief reprieve allowed Jimin to collect himself as well, and as soon as his glittering eyes located you, they were filled with tears.

"Noona," he moaned, only it sounded broken in a completely different way. You made to take a step back, to run for your life, but Jimin was quicker. His hand caught yours and he tugged you closer, threading his fingers through your limp ones. "Please, noona," he begged, a sob lodged in his throat. "Don't go, don't leave us."

"I..." you struggled, trying to find words. It was so much easier to ice them out with silence, to pretend you didn't care. This... you weren't prepared for this.

"Don't go," Yoongi's deep timbre echoed, and you felt the tears well at the corner of your eyes. Jimin's hand tightened on yours and you exhaled shakily.

"I can't..." you muttered, voice weak as the sobs you'd been suppressing for weeks finally crescendo-ed. "You... y-you don't..."

Jimin brought your hand to his mouth, pressing tender kisses to your palm and your fingers and your wrist. "We do, noona, we really do. Please..."

Yoongi gave an involuntary thrust into Jimin, who lurched forward with a breathless moan. His fingers grasped tighter on to you, though, as if afraid you'd pull away again. Yoongi's eyes also glistened now, fearful that his body's reaction would have undone whatever this progress was. You hadn't run away yet, anyway.

"Y/N-ah," Yoongi called, his voice low and throaty. You recognized the sound - he was struggling not to cry.

Your body betrayed you, and you sunk to your knees. Both boys lurched forward in concern, Jimin's face pinching as Yoongi accidentally thrust further into him again. But you responded by leaning forward and pressing your forehead to Jimin's. His lips trembled around your name and then you were kissing him, gripping his hand tightly as your other tangled into his hair.

Jimin kissed you back like his life depended on it. Truthfully, it felt that way. He'd missed you terribly in the past weeks that you'd withdrawn from them, his heart sick with your absence. To have you back now, and kissing him with a passion that rivaled his own - his body thrummed in joy.

Seeing the two of you kiss spurred Yoongi on, and he began thrusting back into the younger boy. Jimin tried to continue kissing you through it, but he was soon distracted by the moans being pulled from him. You simply kissed his neck reassuringly, tugging gently on his hair. He groaned your name, panting as Yoongi sped up.

Yoongi never took his dark eyes off of you as you suckled Jimin's skin, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. And when your eyes lifted to meet his own, the pupils blowing wide at the sight of him, he felt his dick twitch deep inside the other boy. Biting his lip, he hit harder, deeper inside of Jimin, stealing the younger's breath away until he collapsed against the back of the couch. You continued to run your hand through his hair, but you moved to reach your other hand out toward Yoongi.

He took it, wrapping his long fingers through your delicate ones and tugging gently. You stood, still cradling Jimin's head, but allowing Yoongi to bring your hand to his mouth. He pressed hot, frantic kisses to any inch he could reach, the knuckles of the hand still on Jimin's hips going white with the pressure he exerted to keep him still. One, two more thrusts was all it took with the way you looked at him for Yoongi to cum deep inside Jimin. The younger gave a high whine as he came too, air shuddering out of his lungs until he was left gasping.

As soon as Yoongi pulled out of Jimin, he was pressed against the couch to reach you. He dove his hands into your hair and brought your mouth crashing to his in the single most passionate kiss you had ever known. Your own hands moved to caress the hot, sweaty flesh of his neck and he shivered under your touch. When the kiss finally ended, he pressed his forehead to yours. You could feel his hands trembling in your hair, his warm breath stuttering over your face.

"I love you," he muttered, voice pitched so low you almost didn't hear him. He kissed you again, chaste but no less desperate. As if afraid he wouldn't get the chance again.

"We love you so much," Jimin agreed below you, having moved to circle his arms around your waist. He pressed kisses to your hip over your shirt, nuzzling his face against the soft material.

The tears fell freely from your eyes now and Yoongi was quick to kiss them away. "I love you too," you repeated, your words shaky but poignant. "I'm so sorry."

Yoongi shook his head, tightening his grip on your hair. Jimin burrowed his face into your stomach and squeezed his arms around you, forcing you closer. "No," Yoongi breathed against your lips. "No, you had every right to be upset."

"We're the sorry ones," Jimin mumbled into your shirt. His fingers scratched affectionately against the skin on your back, following the curve of your spine.

"Do you forgive us?" Yoongi asked in his low, husky voice. You knew the tone all too well - despite the indifference he put out to the world, the man often sought validation.

You slipped one hand up Yoongi's neck to the soft juncture behind his ear, stroking it gently. His lashes fluttered at the sensation. Your other hand fell to Jimin's hair, feathering through the lush strands until he moved to grasp it with his own and lavish it with kisses again. "Yes," you whisper, choking on the tears again. Both boys hear it and rush to soothe you. "I do, I -"

You don't get a chance to finish. Yoongi surged forward again, crashing his lips to yours. He inhales you like the oxygen he needs to survive. And truly, his time apart from you had felt like he was dying. Slow, torturous. He'd thought it would be never ending. Now you were back, and you miraculously forgave him for the hurt he had thrown your way. This - this he had to make sure never ended.

Below you, Jimin stroked the smooth flesh of your back while he watched the two of you kiss. It was hot, and he couldn't help the flood of heat pooling low in his stomach. His skin bristled with the need to be touched, a pleasant shiver racing down his spine. He turned his face into your stomach again to conceal a whine, one hand releasing yours to push the fabric away from your flesh so he could press kisses to your curves. It was a desperate attempt to stave off the growing need inside him.

As soon as Jimin's warm mouth touched you, a gasp was pulled from your throat. The kiss with Yoongi was broken, but he didn't seem to mind as he dropped down to your neck. The combination of both of them suckling at you forced an embarrassing moan from somewhere deep in your chest and you bit your lip in mortification.

"No," Yoongi growled, rising back to stare into your eyes with his own dilated pupils. They'd blown out at the strangled sound you emitted. His hand raised to your lips, long fingers pressing down until your teeth released their hold. He ghosted his touch over the swollen color, eyes going almost impossibly dark.

Your body suddenly lurched forward with a breathless gasp, forcing Yoongi to catch you against his chest. Gaze turning down, you caught sight of Jimin licking the remnants of his bite to your hip. He turned those hooded eyes of his up at you, pupils as dark as Yoongi's. You swallowed thickly, lips suddenly very chapped. A heat so hot it burned you red crept into your veins.

"Y-you guys have a show in a few, few minutes," you stuttered out, eyes involuntarily squeezing shut as Yoongi carded his hands into your hair again.

"But we missed you, noona," Jimin cooed into your skin. His plump lips brush over your belly button and a shiver absolutely wrecks your body. You can feel Jimin's grin at your body's response.

"So much," Yoongi agreed, voice just breath at this point. His fingers scratched against your scalp and another small moan escaped you. Another growl, this one happy, sounded in his throat at your noise. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear and you swear your body turned to jelly right then and there.

"But you just... you, you just..."

"Doesn't matter," Yoongi purred in your ear. "For you, Y/N, we're always ready for more."

In confirmation to Yoongi's words, Jimin slid his hands over the curve of your ass - giving it a squeeze for good measure - before running them down the length of your thighs. His fingers massaged the thick muscle and your breath stuttered. He shifted on the couch to give himself better access to you, allowing him to trail his kisses further down until he met the waistband of your pants.

"J-Jimin," you moaned, spurring him on. He curled his fingers inward on your thighs, tracing light patterns into the sensitive area. The air escaped you in a whine this time, invoking an unusually low moan out of the younger boy in response.

"Y/N," Jimin groaned into your flushed skin. His hips twitched against the couch. "Fuck..."

Meanwhile, Yoongi had gone back to work on your neck, busying himself with sucking dark marks into the pallor of your skin. He held your body flush to his so that every rise of your chest pressed into him, and already he could feel himself stirring again. He couldn't help it though. The taste of your skin was so sweet, so salty that he never wanted to taste anything else ever again.

Well, maybe not nothing else...

"W-wait," you called out when Yoongi began tugging at your shirt and Jimin's hands fiddled with the buttons on your pants. "Wait, stop."

Though there was no fear in your voice, both boys halted immediately as if they had done wrong. You took this reprieve from their mind-numbing touches to step back, fixing your clothes as you went. Yoongi's lips twitched with the hint of a scowl and a flash of heat wiggled in you. Running your hands over your face and through your hair several times gave you a moment to collect yourself before turning back to the boys.

"Your concert," you reminded softly, hands settling on your hips.

"Who cares," Jimin groaned, reaching out for you. It was endearing, but also distracting.

"You do," you replied. "Your fans are waiting for you."

Your eyes met Yoongi's and the sheer depth of love they reflected gave you pause. For a moment, you wondered how you could have possibly doubted him when he said he loved you. His entire being seemed to radiate it. If you were any weaker, your knees would have buckled, your resolve crumbled, and you would let them have their way with you. Because god did you wish they would.

As it were, you were built strong. Stubborn. And entirely too professional. Or at least, as professional as someone with an inappropriate relationship with not just one, but two of her charges could be. Still, you were trying.

"Will you still be here after?" Jimin asked, eyes softening. You softened with it.

"Yeah." You nod your head once. "Yeah, I'll - I'll wait."

They adjusted themselves to be decent again before abandoning the couch to come to your side. Jimin got to you first, coming up on one side and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed his face into your neck. Yoongi took up your other side, one arm wrapping around your stomach and the other cupping your chin. He turned your face to his, nuzzling his nose against yours as his lips teased your own.

"We don't deserve you," he mumbled against your lips, his fingers stroking your skin. "I don't..."

You silenced him with a kiss. He trembled against you, pressing closer as if afraid you'd slip away. You pressed just as close, tangling both of your hands into each of the boys' hair. Jimin answered by pressing kisses to your neck, albeit chaste ones this time. You could already feel both of their arousals against your hips; they were smart enough to know better than to try and agitate that any further.

"You have me either way," you exhaled against his lips when the kiss ended. "I'm sorry it took me so long..."

"We'd wait forever for you, noona," Jimin assured you. His fingers rubbed soothing circles into your waist.

You glanced over at him, catching his lips with your own. He responded eagerly, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. You sighed, and he smiled.

"Or maybe, just... a few hours?"

Jimin's eyes darkened, his lips pouting. He swallowed, hard. "Noona," he groaned, voice ending in a breathy pitch.

"You can't just say things like that," Yoongi admonished as you held Jimin's stare. His own voice had dropped in tone again, raising the hairs on your skin. You turned your head to meet his gaze now.

"I don't," you assured, words firm though their inflection wavered. Their affect on you was hard to hide, but based on the way it rounded Yoongi's cheeks, you hardly minded.

"Promise," Jimin breathed into your ear now. "Noona, promise that you mean it. After the show..."

His excitement was tangible, especially on your hip. You pulled lightly on his hair to rein him back in, but it only seemed to encourage him. He tugged on your shirt playfully, biting his thick bottom lip. You eyed it, and he whined.

"Promise," you said, glancing back up at him. He released his lip and surged forward, kissing you heatedly. He swiped his tongue inside your mouth, familiarizing himself for future reference. When you bit down on his bottom lip in warning, he relented, though reluctantly.

"I love you," Yoongi whispered in your hair as you kissed Jimin. He tightened his hold on you, reaching out for the younger boy with his other arm. Jimin grasped his arm, squeezing in an attempt to ground himself against your kiss. Yoongi squeezed back, reminding him to behave.

"I love you," Jimin echoed against your lips, once he had the breath.

"I love you," you responded, and Jimin's eyes crinkled with his smile. "And I love you," you said as you turned back to Yoongi. Your declaration sprouted his gummy smile and your heart absolutely burst.

"Now go," you insisted, extracting yourself from the boys and backing up to the door. With shaking hands you turned the knob to open it, ushering in the sounds of the crew preparing for the show.

The boys looked at you with their smiles. They complied, sure to send you knee-weakening glances over their shoulders as they went. Your heart tittered in your chest, and suddenly the show couldn't be over soon enough.

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bite - m. yoongi 18+

➻ pairing: vampire!yoongi x fem!reader

➻ wc: 1.5k

➻ genre: smut, pwp

➻ rating: M, 18+

➻ warnings: explicit smut, oral sex: f receiving, fingering, sir kink, dirty talk, pain kink, yoongi calls reader kitten, choking, marking, biting, body worship, vampire!yoongi

➻ summary: in which you like it best when yoongi drags those perfect little fangs over your skin.

➻ requested by: anonymous

➻ author’s note: thank you so so so so much to miss @parksfilter for the amazing banner ilysm ur so talented wow i love u

➻ prompts:

“You’re begging to be punished.”

“Eyes on me.”

Soft lips trail over your collarbone, brushing along the skin and leaving a wet path in their wake. You sigh into the touch. The lips continue to work their way up to your neck and pause at the juncture. The man above you pauses. His lips leave your skin, and hot breath fans over you instead. He’s silently waiting for permission to continue, and you provide it with a simple, wordless nod.

He dips his chin again, and teeth begin to nip at the skin of your throat. You gasp against the touch, bringing a hand up to thread through his dark locks, and you cling to his hair like your life depends on it. His tongue lavishes your skin as he nips at you with his teeth. The gentle rhythm has you curving your body off the mattress. Each nip is a slight sting of pain, and each sting of pain is a surge of pleasure that goes straight to your core.

“Y-Yoongi,” you exhale to the air above you. The man pauses his ministrations on your skin to look you in the eye. The darkness in his eyes catches you off-guard but doesn’t keep another surge of arousal from rushing to your core again. He grips your chin with cold fingers.

“You’re begging to be punished,” he hisses against your lips.

You respond with a small whine. Yoongi presses further against you, his clothed bulge brushing against your heated folds. The small contact causes you to writhe underneath him. The tip of his tongue darts out to drag over his fangs, and you watch the movement closely. You want nothing more than for him to dig those fangs into your skin as he fucks you senseless, but Yoongi is being so slow today. He presses the flat of his hand against your hip, pinning you to the bed with little effort.

“Behave, kitten. You wanna cum tonight, don’t you?”

You can only manage a nod in response.

“Use your words, kitten.”

“Yes, sir,” you babble in a rush. Yoongi rewards you with a chaste kiss pressed to the corner of your lips. You want to turn your head and deepen the kiss, push your tongue between his lips and drag it over his fangs, but he pulls back too quickly and you lose the opportunity to do so. Yoongi’s body slides further down, and he kisses a wet trail across your bare chest and stomach. He hesitates at the band of your lace underwear, dark eyes flitting up to look into yours. Those cold fingers hook around the lace and drag it down ever so slowly. He tugs it down inch by inch, fingers barely ghosting over your skin as he slides the garment further down until it’s hooked around your ankles. Still, you don’t move, waiting until he gives you permission to do so, and you watch him drop the underwear to the floor.

A small gasp escapes you when he pushes your legs open all of the sudden, cold air hitting your drenched and heated folds. Yoongi doesn’t waste a second now. He drops his head to your thighs and presses small kisses along the expanse of your skin. Those dangerous teeth drag across you in just the right way, goosebumps travel over your body, and tingles of pleasure reach your core. Yoongi brings his index finger to your folds as he continues to worship your thighs. It’s cold against your heat and elicits another gasp from you.

“So wet already? How can you be such a dirty slut, kitten? I’ve barely touched you, and you’re dripping. How embarrassing.” Yoongi all but purrs the words against your thigh. You whine in response, squirming under his grasp. You want to bring an arm over your face so you don’t have to see the absolutely sinful sight between your legs that is causing embarrassment to fill your body. Still, you don’t move. You haven’t been given permission to, so you continue to keep your arm where it is and watch Yoongi edge ever closer to your cunt.

His finger penetrates you, a second joining less than a second later without warning. Yoongi’s kisses continue but slowly evolve into small love bites, and you watch the marks blossom under his lips. It’s a beautiful sight, and the stinging pain that arises as his fangs graze your skin only serves to make you feel even more arousal. He scissors you open with ease, his fingers working up a steady rhythm, and you want him to continue fucking you like this. The touch is gone too soon for your liking though; it’s like he read your mind and decided to punish you for thinking that.

It’s definitely not punishment though. No, it’s anything but punishment, because his tongue drags over your wet folds and collects the thick strands of arousal. He sweeps it into his mouth, eating you up like a starved man. A slew of moans and whines escapes you as he works. The sensation is incredible, and his fingernails drag over the sensitive skin of your thighs. He leaves a burning path in his way, the pain so sweet and delectable that you feel your orgasm ready to mount and crash over you. You try to hold on as long as possible, waiting for Yoongi’s smooth tone to utter words of permission. He flicks his tongue over the bead of your clit. Your hips twitch under the touch. If you hold out any longer, you won’t be able to wait for Yoongi’s permission. He seems to sense this though and pulls his lips off you only long enough to hiss out the words.

“Aren’t you gonna cum for me, kitten? Let me feel your dirty little cunt tighten around my fingers and your juices spill over me.” The words edge you closer to orgasm, but it’s only when his tongue joins his fingers in your pussy that the orgasm crashes over you. You thrash against his touch, and he continues to rake his nails over your skin in just the right way.

You’re still going through the motions of your orgasm when he pulls his fingers and tongue out of you. Black still dots the edge of your vision when he lines up his cock with your entrance. And when he thrusts into you and buries his whole member in your tight heat, your whole body feels aflame.

Yoongi’s patience and slow movements are gone. He stretched you well enough, and the juices of your orgasm provide enough lube for him to start building up a steady pace without resistance. You whine from the constant waves of pleasure, body still sensitive from your first orgasm, but Yoongi doesn’t give you a break. You can barely keep your eyes focused on the man above you, and your head lolls to the side when the head of his cock drags against your tight walls.

“Eyes on me,” Yoongi growls out. His fingers close around your throat, and you release a wanton moan immediately. You want him to squeeze more, you need him to squeeze harder, but he teases you with light pulsing motions against your throat. As his thrusts begin to get sloppier, he squeezes you tighter, and the pleasure goes straight to your core. Your body is buzzing from the intensity, and another orgasm is threatening to breach. Yoongi chases his own orgasm with a relentless pace that hurts in the best possible way. It brings you closer and closer to your high, and you close your fingers around Yoongi’s wrist to keep his hand at your throat.

Three thrusts later, Yoongi is spilling hot seed into your pussy, and you hit your high the moment he does. Your walls squeeze around him and pull his member further into you. You don’t even have the energy or breath to moan anymore, lips falling open in a silent scream. Yoongi thrusts through your orgasm. He fucks his cum into your pussy. Obscenities and praises fall from his lips as he thrusts.

“You take my big cock so well, kitten. Your needy little cunt is squeezing around me so hard. How are you still so tight even after I’ve fucked you open so many times, huh?” Yoongi’s lips graze your ear as he utters the words, then his teeth follow. Your body reacts violently to the light touch, jerking and thrashing under him. The fingers around your throat loosen, and your orgasm finally diminishes enough for you to see straight again.

Yoongi stays still on top of you for a little while. You can tell that he’s waiting for you to fully recover before moving, and once he sees sense return to your features, he slowly pulls his softened member out of your heat. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you whine from the empty feeling.

“You did so well for me, kitten,” Yoongi murmur against your skin. He presses a kiss to your temple then down your cheek. You don’t even have the energy to try to chase his lips with your own. “I’ll draw a bath for you and get you cleaned up, okay?”

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