#i was wearing heels and it would make a sound with every step i took bc the floors were marble

[muchosbesitos]

DOUBLE OR NOTHING— featuring toji fushiguro x wife! reader

after countless empty promises spilled from his lips, you wanted to believe that he’d show up to your anniversary of all things.

contents: 18+ content, minors dni. marriage problems, talks of divorce, (some) angst, smut, porn w minimal plot, cunnilingus w fingering, toji being a panty sniffer briefly mentioned, unprotected p in v, spanking (twice), backshots, missionary against a wall, toji kinda being an ass (what did you expect), pet names (ma, doll, etc.)

word count: 5k

author’s note: back from the dead sry

"I'll make it home to you by six, mama. Take you out on a nice date, get you some flowers, all that stuff you like. Promise."

The clock was nearing eight o'clock with no signs of Toji coming through the door anytime soon, your own patience starting to run out with every tick. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. The sound echoed through your ears since you'd sat down on the leather couch nearly two hours ago, waiting for Toji to fulfill the promise. A promise that he'd made after flaking out on the date planned prior to that one.

And prior to that one. And prior. It'd been more missed dates than actual ones that he'd taken you out by now—you weren't exactly sure why you'd hoped for tonight to be different. Well, you knew exactly why. Today marked three years of being married to one another. You knew that he didn't prioritize date nights with you as much as he should, but you had held some sort of foolish hope that your anniversary would mean something—anything to him.

The divorce papers felt like a dead weight in your hand, much like how your relationship would be the second that you brought it up. It all just seemed so final, seeing the terms laid out that would end years of marriage. Just by the flick of a pen. But the idea was almost like a reprieve, like something that was worth looking forward to. You shook your head, getting up from the couch to set the stack of papers on the kitchen table where Toji wouldn't miss them.

Another half hour of eerie silence and Toji still hadn't come through the door. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep some semblance of hope that he'd even show up at all, much less for your date. You admitted defeat, slipping off your heels and pulling up a throw blanket over yourself. Succumbing to the sleep that was weighing down on your eyelids.

You weren't even sure how much time had passed when you heard the door swing open, the door hitting the wall from the force. The thud of his shoes hitting the tile followed, a grumble leaving Toji's lips. "Fuckin' bastards rigged that race. Robbed me of fifty bucks," he muttered to himself, slipping his coat off before placing it up on the coat rack.

"You're home late," you called out, watching as Toji turned to look at the couch before flicking on one of the living room lights. "Jesus woman, you scared me," he grumbled, a large hand resting by his chest as he looked over in your direction. Toji rubbed a hand over his face, exhaustion lingering on his face like a second skin. It was only then that he looked over at you, really looked at you, and what you were wearing.

Ah shit.

Almost as if he wanted to make the situation worse, he'd chosen to go with, "You got all dolled up just to fall asleep on the couch?" You could've sworn you felt your eye twitch at the question. He'd barely opened up his mouth and you were already wishing that he didn't even bother showing up for the night.

Toji knew he was in deep shit with each step he took into the living room, his mind already starting to work overdrive to figure out what he could do for what he'd missed. A date? No, you wouldn't have put on the very expensive pair of Louboutins for just any date. His mind was blanking on anything other than the numbers that he'd lost with earlier in the day. Come on, think.

"No, I got dolled up because I thought I'd be going out with my husband tonight," you retorted dryly, smudges of eyeshadow sticking to your hand when you went to rub at your eyes. You could see Toji's brows furrow, the wheels seeming to turn in his head for once, before a look of realization settled on his features.

"Look, I'm sorry. I got carried away at the casino," one of the many excuses you'd heard before coming back to bite you in the ass. The same excuse that he'd used last month when he forgot about a work party you'd mentioned to him. Which wouldn't have been too bad if it weren't for all the snide comments being whispered in your direction and all the unwarranted marriage advice.

Advice that you ended up forgetting about chugging down two glasses of tequila like water. "I'll make it up to you, I swear. You can pick the place and all that shit." There went another one. He'd really topped himself using the two of them in a row. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, looking over at him in disbelief. "Do you even know what today was? Why I'm so pissed off?"

"It's your birthday?" Toji spoke after a couple seconds, the answer clearly wrong just by the look on his face. You rubbed a hand over your face, standing up from your spot on the couch. "It's our wedding anniversary, Toji," you spoke up before he made another guess that would just piss you off even further, "And I have something I need to talk to you about. It's on the kitchen table."

Underneath the vase filled with wilted flowers—a collection more than anything that you kept around as a reminder that Toji used to care, was a stack of papers. He placed the vase down on the table with more force than necessary upon realizing what the documents were. "A divorce?" The words slipped out of him with such venom, such distaste, like the idea was unfathomable.

Toji slammed the papers down on the table, the salt and pepper shakers trembling before falling over. "Is that really what you want?" He stepped closer to you when you approached the table, his hands instinctively moving to hold your hips. Holding you close to his body. "No, I didn't get married with the intention of getting a divorce. But you've been neglecting this marriage for a couple months now."

"I'll make it up to you now," Toji spoke quickly, like he was afraid of losing you at any moment. Like you'd disappear if he didn't. And as much as you wanted to avoid looking over at him, the task had just become all that much difficult when you had nowhere else to look at. It only took one glance at his face to realize just what he meant by 'making it up to you.'

"You think you're gonna fix months of pushing me aside with just sex?"

"Nah, I know it's gonna take more. But you've been so tired, isn't that right? So tired of tryin' to keep this marriage from falling apart and nobody taking care of you?" His words were like a siren's song when he whispered them in your ear, your traitorous body leaning back to meet the drag of your fingertips. It was almost laughable at how easily your resolve had melted. "Lemme take care of you mama. Promise I'll make you feel good."

"You wanna call me a dick, never wanna see me again? That's fine, just don't deny me one last taste. Please," And while Toji wasn't a man to beg for anything in his life, he found himself saying the words anyways. "Thought this was you making it up to me," and as much as you were willing yourself not to fold, you felt yourself spreading your legs almost instinctively when his finger dragged up your inner thigh.

"Can't it be both?" Toji's teeth nipped at your neck, licking a stripe up the junction of your neck. Practically salivating at the taste of you, of the expensive perfume you'd put on just a mere hours beforehand. "One could say that you're just being selfish," your words quickly died out when Toji started sucking on your pulse point, your own heartbeat betraying you. You'd expected Toji to sass you back, say something about how your body was just so needy against his touch.

But instead, he dropped down to his knees in front of you. The wooden floor underneath his knees almost made him feel bad for all the times he had you in a similar position. Almost. Toji looked up at you, "Selfish only when it comes to you."

Every slow drag of his fingertips across your smooth skin seemed almost reverent— like you were something to worship. You were, he just failed to realize that until now. Until you were almost out the door. "I'm sorry," the first real apology of the night slipped out of his mouth, his lips pressed against your shin. "I'm sorry," he moved up to your knee, repeating the action. Hushed whispers of I'm sorry's and featherlight kisses moving up your legs, stopping only when he gets to your clothed cunt.

"I'm sorry," Toji uttered his last apology against your cunt, his eyes locking onto yours as he applied an open mouthed kiss on your clothed clit. Barely darting his tongue out, swirling it against the nerves that were just begging for one ounce of stimulation. And he was practically reveling in how needy he made you in the span of seconds. Your back arched to rest against the seat behind you, one of your hands going to rest on his head.

Toji's fingers dragged slowly in between your folds, feeling the wet patch already starting to form through the thin lace material. You refused to make eye contact with him, knowing that if you did, he'd be able to see just how desperate you were in just a manner of seconds. Even if the bastard probably had a clue already. "You sure your pussy agrees with the divorce?" His voice came out to something akin to a purr, the drag of his fingers slowing down.

Getting you even more worked up than you were already. "Fucking hate you, can't even apologize right," you let out a hiss, your hand going down to his hair. Pulling his head even closer to you despite your previous claim. "Fine, I'll apologize correctly," Toji sounded like you were the one inconveniencing him—to which you were. He wanted to take his time with his meal, have you begging for him to touch you. And normally, he would've.

If he weren't desperate to have your cunt on his face again after weeks, months? of just having his fist to work with. His fist and a used pair of your panties up to his nose like a pervert, hips humping the air in desperation. Imagining that it was your tongue flicking across his leaking tip instead of his thumb, that it was your soft hands in exchange of his rough ones. And as easy as it was for him to get laid—he didn't want to be with anyone that wasn't you.

Toji hadn't tasted someone as sweet as you, heard someone so angelic before, but now he supposed that maybe he'd have to put that theory to the test if you left him after all. Just the idea was maddening. That someone else would be doing the same thing that he's doing to you now, that they'd give you the affection that he should've given.

"Especially sorry to you. Been neglecting you for too long," he hooked his fingers around the side of your panties, pulling them to the side just enough to reveal your slick folds to him. Toji swiped the tip of his finger along your entrance, your slick glistening against the harsh kitchen lighting before he stuck in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, licking away at it like the slut he was.

And like the deprived man that he'd been, Toji's hands went to the lace of your underwear and stretched it out until a loud rip echoed throughout the kitchen. "You always this wet for people you hate? Or is that just for me?" Toji taunted, pushing your tattered panties down to your ankles. Finally leaning in closer to where you were aching for him to touch you. To do something other than just tease you relentlessly.

Toji settled on his knees behind you, spreading your legs open like you were his favorite meal. His tongue swiped up on your dripping cunt, licking up your essence with sheer greed. "Mmph fuck, so good," his words came out muffled, his tongue swiping across your folds before darting inside of your cunt. Your grip on the table tightened, your hips working on their own accord to push back onto his face. Practically suffocating him in your pussy. Not that he minded. By any means.

Toji practically welcomed it, his hands pushing you down onto his face. Getting absorbed in your cunt completely. "A-Ah fuck, Toji!" You could already see the noise complaint hanging on your front door first thing in the morning. But how could you be expected to keep your voice down? Toji spread your folds apart with two fingers as if he were preparing for a feast, his tongue feverishly licking in between.

"Fuckin' soaked already, knew you loved me," The vibration of the low chuckle that followed his words shot currents up your spine, your ass jiggling all that much more in his face. With such a decadent taste coating his taste buds, dying by your pussy would be nothing short of a blissful way to go out. One of the fingers that he'd been using to spread your folds had been pushed inside of your cunt, your walls clenching around him.

Toji's tongue flicked against your clit, swirling the tip around the bud while his finger slowly pushed further inside of you. The loud squelch of your cunt was the only thing that filled the apartment, everything else completely silent. Your fingers dug deeper into his scalp, a low groan leaving his lips. "F-Fuck, Toji Toji," he pushed another thick finger inside, moving them in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

"You think y're gonna find someone who can do this?" Toji looked up at you, his fingers curling up to hit that spongy spot inside of you almost perfectly. And if you didn't know any better, you'd almost say that he looked vulnerable while he made the question. Toji's lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it as his fingers worked you closer and closer to your orgasm. You couldn't bring yourself to answer—didn't trust yourself to speak.

"Toji, Toji, gonna cum," you gave him a warning, your jaw falling slack and your lips parting in a o-shape. Soundless moans leaving your lips, feeling that coil in your lower tummy start to tighten up all the much more. With one final pump of his fingers, you were covering his lips with your release. His tongue swiped across his lips, across the scar that he hated, collecting every drop. Savoring what he imagined would be the last taste of you.

"Turn around," It was almost embarrassing how quickly you'd turned around per your soon-to-be ex husband's request.

Toji didn't take more than a couple seconds in unbuttoning his pants and taking them off, his cock hitting his stomach once it was released from its confines. Precum dribbled from his annoyingly almost pretty pink tip, dripping onto the floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. His cock slid through your folds like a slip n slide, your previous orgasm coating his tip with every lazy drag. "Toji," your voice bordered on a whine, pushing your hips to try to meet his movements.

"Tell me what you want," Toji clicked his tongue, one of his hands moving to hold your waist. Keeping you completely still until he got what he wanted. You figured there wasn't any harm in whining—you were already fucking the man after you brought up a divorce. There truly wasn't that much more to lose. "Why do I have to ask for it when you're the one apologizing?"

"Because you're the one pushing your hips back against me. All needy 'n shit. So.. beg."

"Want you inside me, Toji. Please."

"Want?"

You let out a huff before correcting yourself, "Need."

"Come on, doll. You can say it nicer than that, right?" Toji's pointer trailed up your torso, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

So goddamn annoying. You swallowed whatever pride you had left before looking back over at him, "Please, Toji. Need your cock in me. Please."

Toji clicked his tongue, one hand wrapping around his cock and giving himself a couple tentative pumps. "Think you can beg better than that. But since I'm feeling nice, I guess I'll let it slide." So much for feeling apologetic. Toji pushed his cock inside of you in one swift motion, a hiss leaving your lips at the stretch. Even with the fingers that'd been inside of you, nothing could've really prepared you.

"You okay?" Toji dropped his head to rest on your shoulder, whispering the words in your ear. Staying still while your walls tried to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. "You try taking your cock," you muttered dryly, giving him a nod to start moving. "Why would I do that when you take it so well?" Toji pushed the rest of his cock inside, his hands resting on your hips.

Toji wasn't particularly known for being gentle—the one hospital visit after he'd injured your cervix more than enough proof of that, but he started off slow. Slow, shallow thrusts. Fucking you in a way that he hasn't since your honeymoon. "Toji, you can speed up," you assured him, your words getting cut off with a smack to your ass. "What I'd say about tellin' me what to do?" Ah, there was the mean Toji that you recognized.

"Wouldn't need to tell you what to do if my vibrator wasn't looking more appealing right now."

Famous last words.

The change was almost immediate. Mascara dribbled down your cheeks, the sight of your once composed makeup all ruined making Toji's cock twitch inside of you. "Fucking pretty like this, y'know?" His teeth sunk down on the junction of your shoulder, his teeth grazing across the sensitive flesh. His hips snapped roughly into yours, your breathing growing erratic. "Fuck, Fuck, Toji!"

The coldness of his gold wedding band hit your skin as soon as he went to grip your hips, holding you against him like he needed to be close to you. The two of you had been distant for some time and he hadn't bothered to take off his wedding band once, not even on the rare occasion that he actually did happen to take a job. Toji would never admit it, of course—but he was starved for the feeling of your skin against his own.

To confirm that you were still here after all.

Your hands reached out to grab to whatever you could grab—anything, and of course, it just happened to be the divorce papers sitting on the middle of the table. Practically taunting you as your own signature glared back at you. "This good enough for you, princess?" Toji taunted in your ear, his blunt fingernails digging into your sides. "Mhm, j-just like that," your voice came out in a mewl, all bits of defiance completely out of your system.

"There you go. Nasty fucking girl," Toji all but purred in your ear the moment you started to jerk your hips back to meet his own, your ass bouncing with each one of his thrusts. "Just needed Toji to take care of ya," all you could was nod your head fervently, your grip on the divorce papers tightening. And Toji, of course, took notice. He took the papers from you with one hand, giving them a once-over before passing them back over.

"Come on, since ya wanted it so bad, read me those divorce papers," Toji handed you the stack of papers, pointing to where you'd signed your initials just a couple hours prior. Your hands shook as you held the papers, your vision blurry as you tried to make out the legal jargon in front of you. Even the simplest of words seemed all too complicated to try to make out.

"T-Toji, I can't," your voice cracked, your grip on the papers tightening when his cock reached all that much deeper inside of you. Toji clicked his tongue, peering over your shoulder to read the first sentence from the document. "That's not what it says ma, try again."

"Without all the stuttering too."

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to focus on the words in front of you instead of Toji's cock sinking further and further into you. "S-Says that the divorce agreement was made today between us," you clutched the sheets tighter, your eyes almost rolling back when Toji bottomed out inside of you. The tip of his cock dripping precum, your walls fluttering as you tried to get adjusted.

"Mm, yeah, keep goin'," Toji really couldn't care—his focus solely on the way that your cunt stretched out to fit his cock. Leaking around his shaft, loud squelches when he pulled out overplaying whatever shitty soap opera was playing. "And what'd I say about the s-stuttering?" Toji mocked your words, his own hips stuttering mere seconds later while he tried not to get absorbed in your cunt. Not that it was an easy task by any means.

It was hard, especially with the way that you claimed to be over this marriage despite your pussy claiming otherwise. When you opened your mouth to speak, the only thing that left you was a moan. "F-Fuck Toji, right there," your eyes shut tightly at the touch of his calloused hand making itself in between your legs, his thumb rubbing at your clit in a speed that felt like it combated his own running abilities.

"That's not what it says, c'mon," Toji grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, turning your head to face the overwhelmingly long divorce papers. You wouldn't finish tonight if he intended for you to read the whole thing, you knew that much. A harsh slap against your swollen clit made the pleasure coursing through your veins mix with pain, a shaky gasp leaving your kiss-swollen lips.

Drool leaked from the corner of your mouth, the black ink smearing with each drop that fell from your parted lips. Your walls enveloped every inch of his cock perfectly, your cunt holding his cock in a vice-like grip. "That I won't try to t-take your things," you managed to get out, hoping that it would be good enough. You knew the two of you wouldn't finish today if he made you read the never ending stack of papers. 

"Good enough," Toji sounded like he would've kept it going if he could, but you set them down as quickly as he spoke. It was almost like Toji was trying to remind you of why you'd fallen in love with him in the first place—the man reverent to your cunt and your cunt only. Every grip of your hips kept you closer and closer to his body, almost as a way for Toji to make sure you weren't slipping away.

"Wh—" Before you had the chance to complain about the loss of contact, Toji had already carried you without a smidge of struggle. His hands hooked underneath your plush thighs, hoisting you up against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his slutty waist, practically clinging onto him like a koala. "There we go, there's that pretty lil face," Toji placed his pointer underneath your chin, taking in the view in front of him.

The glazed over look in your eyes, the sweat beading up on your forehead, the makeup that he'd successfully ruined—everything about you was just so beautiful. How you tried to avoid looking in his direction for too long. "Don't leave me ma, need you in my life," the words were whispered into your ear, his cock pushing back inside of you in one swift motion. Toji's fingers went back to your throbbing clit, his pointer and middle rubbing against it at the perfect speed.

Not too fast, not too slow, and not too rough.

"Don't ask me to do that," you almost sounded pained as you spoke—not from him filling you up, but for the implication of his words. You'd practically babble anything right now, anything for him to keep going. To forget about the reality that awaits the two of you. Toji's lips found yours in an instant, the exchange between the two of you almost depraved. His mouth was feverish in the way that it moved against yours, like he'd never get the chance again.

Your hand went to the back of his head, pushing him closer against you. Letting yourself forget for just a little while longer. A string of saliva connected your lips to his when you pulled away—only to catch air. "I’m close, Toji, so close," you whined against his lips, your release coating his shaft a mere moments later. Toji only used that as lubricant, his movements quicker against your cunt to chase his own release.

"There's no one else for me, I'll stop goin' to t-the casino, stop gettin' into trouble," Toji had been reduced to a babbling the first thing he pulled out of his ass, if only to get you to stay. His head rested against the junction of your neck, basking in the remnants of proximity that he could get. Shaky breaths left his lips with each thrust of his hips, feeling himself getting closer and closer. "You've been saying that since we've been married."

"I mean it this time, I promise," you'd never heard a lie sound so pretty slipping from someone's lips before until now.

He bit down on the side of your neck, hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to where you'd probably have to use a tube of concealer to even attempt to cover up the bruising mark. Causing you problems even now. But you'd be lying if the sudden act of possessiveness had your walls clenching against him even tighter, if that was even possible anymore.

His cock was barely moving against the tight grip you held around his shaft, his pace stuttering. "Fuck, fuck, so tight," Toji let out a loud groan, completely at the will of your pussy. He threw his head back, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks in this lighting. Ropes and ropes of cum decorated your cunt, his softening length snug inside of you. Toji ended up pulling out a couple moments later, scooping the drops of cum that leaked down your thighs with his finger.

Toji was shameless in the way that he stuck the finger in his mouth, a low moan leaving his lips at the combined taste of him and you. Before your rationality came back, before you got the chance to even think about regretting this, you leaned in and crashed your lips against his own. Tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss lingered between the two of you more than it needed to, it was less rushed than the prior ones you'd shared.

Like a last taste.

"So, you still want to get that divorce?" Toji knew you would've just babbled whatever for him to keep going, saving the question until now. His movements were almost reluctant as he pulled his pants over his legs once again, making little attempt to fix up his hair. If anything, his fingers only ended up messing the strands even more. Despite knowing the answer deep down, Toji still held out hope. That maybe you'd had some eye-opening moment while he was balls-deep.

You stood up properly, looking over at the ruined sheets on the table before looking back over at him. "I do," you spoke after a couple seconds, grabbing your tattered panties from the floor and smoothing over your dress. Trying to maintain whatever semblance of dignity you had left. Even if it was probably just as tattered up as your underwear at this point.

"Why? You know I love you. You know that you love me. So why should we get separated?" You did know that. But you also weren't sure that he'd ever loved you enough to consider changing. To consider the fact that you needed some sort of affection outside of sex.

"Because you think that somehow every problem between us can be resolved with sex. You say that you want to do better and yet, you never do. It doesn't even feel like you're my husband half of the time," all the bottled up feelings from the past couple months spilled out of you in a manner of seconds. All the bottled up thoughts that maybe you should've told your husband about earlier. Though, you weren't even sure if Toji would've paid it any mind.

And almost as if he'd read your train of thought, "Why didn't you tell me about all this before just hittin' me with divorce papers?"

"Because the few times that I did, you told me to stop bitching. That I shouldn't have anything to complain about with a roof over my head and a fridge full of food," you started off, almost waiting for him to deny what you were saying, "And while I'm not saying that I'm not thankful for those things, I also don't want to feel ungrateful for saying that I miss my husband."

Silence lingered between the two of you, each second that passed by only confirming what the two of you already knew by now. That a divorce wasn't such a far-fetched idea. Toji knew there wasn't left to even attempt fighting for, so he simply just told you, "I'll sign 'em when you get the new ones."

[wttcsms]

mmm i love height differences, just think about character being taller than you, so for every one step he takes, you have to do two and he notices so he purposely shortens his strides just for you

[r0ugesun]

"i'm the prince regent, not a dog to be called to heel" yeah alright give me 5 minutes with him and he'll be bending the knee to me like?

and why is Aemond acting so bratty? pouting, crunching up paper, throwing tantrums, crying when he doesn't get his way? everyone in the latest episode literally said that there's there's no telling what he'll do and how unpredictable is next 'outrage' is (in his words...) like all this broken boy needs is some wax play, to be slapped around here or there, be made to sob or cry by reader, overstimulated (not edged, considering we know how annoyed this mans can get), have a 'mother's touch' (mommy kink) and be punished as the 'bad boy' he's been or be sat on by reader turning pussy drunk and he'll go back to 'normal'?

Me personally I would put him in a cage and put a blanket over it when he misbehaved 🙂‍↕️

Anyway ilysm for the idea anon hope u enjoy 😽

Synopsis: Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen's tantrums have pushed the courtiers to their limit. Only y/n can handle his defiance, using firm discipline and control to tame him. Through a night of punishment and domination, y/n pushes Aemond to the brink, teaching him to submit and find solace in her authority.

Warnings: Smut Dom/sub Dynamics Wax Play impact Play (Slapping) Overstimulation Brat Taming Bondage (Hands Tied) Mild Pain Play dacryphilia if u squint.

Sub!Aemond x Dom!Reader

The night was still and heavy with tension.

Within the grand chambers of the Red Keep, Aemond sat alone, frustration evident in every line of his body. His once tidy room was in disarray, filled with torn parchments and overturned furniture, a testament to the storm brewing within him.

You had been summoned earlier in the evening, whispers of the prince regent's tantrums reaching your ears. The small council were at a loss, their fear of his unpredictable outbursts leaving them paralyzed. But you were different. You understood what he needed, even if he didn't.

Taking a deep breath, you approached his door and knocked. There was no response, only the muffled sounds of pacing and the occasional muttered curse. You entered without waiting for permission, your presence immediately drawing his attention.

"Aemond" you began gently, your tone calm and soothing, "what's going on?"

He didn't even look at you, his eye fixed on some indeterminate spot on the wall.

"Nothing" he snapped, the word sharp and cutting.

You sighed, moving closer. "This doesn't look like nothing" you said, gesturing to the chaos around him. "You need to talk to me."

"I don't need to do anything" he retorted, finally turning to face you, his eye blazing with defiance. "You're not my keeper."

"No" you agreed, keeping your voice steady.

"But I care about you. And right now, you're acting like a child."

His reaction was immediate and explosive.

"I'm the prince regent!" he shouted, his face contorting with anger.

You could feel your patience wearing thin.

"Aemond, please," you said, trying to remain composed. "Just talk to me. Let me help you."

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You think you can help me? You're nothing but a-"

"Enough!" you snapped, your own frustration boiling over. You took a step forward, your eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made him flinch. "You need to stop this, right now."

He opened his mouth to retort, but you didn't give him the chance. You slapped him, hard, the sound echoing through the room.

His head snapped to the side, and for a moment, there was silence.

When he looked back at you, his eye was wide, and there were tears forming at the corners. "How dare you" he whispered, his voice trembling.

You pushed him, not hard, but enough to make him stumble back onto the bed. He sat there, staring up at you with a mixture of shock and something else - something vulnerable.

"You're being a bad boy, Aemond" you said, your voice firm and unyielding. "And bad boys need to be punished."

His breath hitched, and he hesitated, clearly torn between his pride and the need for the release only you could offer. "I don't-"

"Yes, you do" you interrupted, leaning down so your face was inches from his. "You need this, Aemond. You need someone to take control. To show you your place."

He swallowed hard, his defiance wavering.

"But-"

"No buts" you said sharply. "You're going to listen to me, and you're going to do as I say."

For a long moment, he said nothing, just stared up at you with his teary eye. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Alright" he whispered.

You straightened, a sense of relief washing over you. "Good" you said softly. "Now, stand up."

He obeyed, rising to his feet with a grace that belied his inner turmoil. You walked around him, your hand trailing over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "From now on, you will listen to me"

you said, your voice low and commanding. "Do you understand?"

"Yes" he replied, his voice barely audible.

You stopped in front of him, looking up into his face. "Good. Because tonight, you are not the prince regent. You are mine."

He shivered at your words, but didn't protest. You began to undress him, your movements slow and deliberate, your touch both soothing and arousing. His breath hitched with each piece of clothing you removed, his vulnerability laid bare before you.

When he was finally naked, you took a step back, letting your eyes roam over his body.

He was beautiful, his skin marred by scars that told the story of his battles, his muscles taut with anticipation. But it was his face that drew you in — the mixture of fear and longing in his eye, the way his lips trembled as he waited for your next move.

You reached for the candle on the bedside table, letting a few drops of hot wax fall onto his chest. He gasped, his body tensing, but you soothed him with gentle caresses and soft words. "Shh," you murmured. "It's just a little pain. You can handle it."

He nodded, his eye never leaving yours as you continued your sensual torment. The combination of pain and pleasure seemed to unravel him, each drop of wax followed by a tender kiss that left him craving more.

When you were satisfied that he was sufficiently pliant, you moved to straddle him, positioning yourself over his straining cock. "Now" you said firmly, "I'm going to show you what it means to be truly overwhelmed."

You moved away slightly, still hovering over him, your eyes locking onto his. "Put your hands behind your back," you commanded, your voice firm.

Aemond hesitated, a flicker of defiance crossing his face. "Why?"

You raised an eyebrow, your tone becoming even more authoritative. "Because bad boys don't get to touch. Now, do as you're told."

He swallowed hard, the struggle between his pride and his need for you evident in his eye.

Slowly, he obeyed, bringing his arms behind his back and clasping his hands together.

His muscles tensed, the vulnerability of his position sending a shiver through him.

You leaned down, your breath ghosting over his ear. "Good boy" you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "Now, stay like that."

Positioning yourself above him, you guided his cock to your entrance, teasing him with the promise of pleasure.

His breath hitched as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, the sensation almost overwhelming in its intensity. His hips twitched, instinctively trying to thrust up into you, but you pressed a hand to his chest holding him still.

You began to ride him, your movements slow and deliberate, driving him to the brink of madness. He moaned beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets behind him as he struggled to maintain control.

But you were relentless, pushing him further and further until he was begging for release.

"Ah, ah," you chided softly. "No moving. Just feel." He let out a shuddering breath, his eye squeezing shut. His cock throbbed inside you, the overstimulation making every touch feel electric.

Aemond's fingers clenched behind his back, the urge to reach out and touch you almost unbearable. "Please," he gasped, his voice strained. "Let me touch you."

You shook your head, increasing your pace slightly. "No" you said firmly. "This is your punishment. You don't get to touch."

He groaned, his body straining against the restraint you imposed. The pleasure was almost too, his cock pulsing with need as you rode him.

The denial of his desire to touch you only heightened his arousal, his entire body on edge.

Your movements became more urgent, the slick sound of your bodies joining filling the room. Each thrust pushed him closer to the edge, the pleasure-pain driving him wild.

"Fuck," he whimper

his voice breaking. "Please,"

"Please, I can't take it anymore."

You leaned down, your lips brushing his ear.

"That's the point," you whispered. "You're not in control anymore. I am."

With that, you pushed him over the edge, his body convulsing as he came hard, his cries echoing through the room. You didn't stop, though, continuing to ride him Aemond with unrelenting fervor, each thrust driving him deeper into a state of overstimulation. His body trembles beneath you, muscles taut with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His cock, still sensitive from his previous orgasm, throbs inside you, the sensation almost too much for him to bear.

Tears stream down his face, pooling in the corner of his one eye and making it glisten beautifully in the dim light of the chamber.

His breathing is ragged, each gasp punctuated by a choked sob. The sight of him crying, so vulnerable and at your mercy, only spurs you on.

“Such a pretty boy when you cry” you cooed.

"Please," he whimpers, his voice cracking.

"It's too much."

You lean down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, "You're doing so well, Aemond, my sweet boy. Just a little more."

His tears fall freely now, tracing a path down his cheeks. The sight of his tear-streaked face, with his eye so vividly expressive, is a mesmerizing contrast to his usual stoic demeanor. It's a raw, unguarded moment that shows the depth of his submission to you.

Finally, you slowed, your movements gentle as you brought him down from his high. He looked up at you with a wide, dazed eye, his breathing heavy.

You smiled down at Aemond, his breath ragged and uneven. His vulnerability was laid bare before you, and you knew exactly how to remind him of his place.

"You know," you said softly, your voice dripping with a mix of tenderness and command, "your mouth has been causing quite a bit of trouble tonight."

He looked up at you, confusion mingled with the remnants of his arousal. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

You didn't answer with words. Instead, you shifted, positioning yourself above his face, your knees on either side of his head. His eye widened in realization, a flicker of both anticipation and apprehension crossing his teatures.

"Your mouth is for eating my cunt, not mouthing off" you said hissed, lowering yourself onto him. The heat of your core met his lips, and he instinctively opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste you.

You let out a soft moan, the sensation of his tongue against your sensitive flesh sending a jolt of pleasure through you. But you weren't in the mood for gentleness. You needed to remind him of his place.

With a swift movement, you pressed down harder, your hips grinding against his face.

Aemond's muffled groan vibrated against your clit, the sensation almost too much. His hands, still bound behind his back, twitched as he tried to steady himself.

"Don't stop" you commanded, your voice breathy with arousal. "You know what to do."

He obeyed, his tongue working with renewed fervor, desperate to please you. His mouth moved against you, each stroke and flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through your body.

You rode his face with a demanding rhythm, your hips grinding down harshly, making it clear that you were in control.

Aemond's breath came in short, hot bursts against your core, his desperation palpable.

His tongue moved faster, more insistently, as if trying to make up for his earlier insolence.

Your hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the silver strands and tugging slightly, eliciting a muffled whimper from him.

"That's it," you purred, your hips rocking against his mouth. "You know your place now, don't you?"

He nodded as best as he could, his eye squeezed shut as he focused entirely on pleasuring you. The intensity of his efforts drove you higher, each stroke of his tongue pushing you closer to the edge.

Your breath hitched, your body trembling with the buildup of your impending climax.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, the pleasure mingling with the power you held over him. You rode his face harder, your moans growing louder as you neared your release.

When it finally hit, it was like a tidal wave crashing over you. Your body convulsed, your hips grinding down against his face as you cried out in ecstasy. Aemond's mouth continued to work, his tongue lapping up every drop of your arousal, prolonging your pleasure until you were spent and trembling.

You leaned down, your lips brushing his forehead. "Good boy" you murmured. "Now, do you understand? You're mine."

He nodded weakly, his body spent and his mind utterly surrendered. "Yes" he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Yours."

You smiled, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

"That's right" you said softly. "Now, rest. My sweet boy."

As you settled beside him, pulling him into your arms, you soothed him with kisses to his cheek and soft caresses, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You had tamed the storm within him, if only for a night. And in doing so, you had found a way to connect with the man behind the title, the boy who needed to be loved and cared for.

Aemond snuggled closer, his body seeking the comfort and warmth you offered. "Thank you” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You kissed the top of his head, your fingers gently stroking his hair.

"You're welcome," you whispered. "Sleep now. Tomorrow is another day, and we'll face it together.”

With that, he drifted off to sleep, his breath evening out as he finally found peace in your arms. And as you watched over him, you knew that this was just the beginning.

Aemond Targaryen might be the prince regent, but in your arms, he was simply Aemond - a man who needed to be loved, cherished, and, occasionally, put in his place.

And you were more than willing to be the one to do it.

[ccraccz]

I think this sounds so funny but could you write how the winbre trio (Sakura, Nirei & Suo) would react if f!reader is working at a maid cafe. Totally wearing the cutest pink maid uniform and calling them "Goshujin-sama" (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

AAAA SO SO CUTTTEEE!!! I believe their reactions would be so so fuunnnnyyyy!!! Thank you for the request sweet anon!! <3333

MASTER?!

Characters: Sakura Haruka, Nirei Akihiko, Suo Hayato x F!reader

WARNINGS: may be a little suggestive in some way,

SAKURA HARUKA

he was basically dragged here

Sadly, Kotoha had fallen sick and the normal meeting spot for the whole group was closed, so they decided the next best thing

A new cafe had just opened a few stores away, so they walked over, not really knowing what to expect.

But what Sakura didn't expect was to see you, someone he recently helped, in a baby pink maid outfit with white accents, breasts pressed together tightly, cute white and pink striped thigh high stockings decorated with bows, and wearing the cutest white shoes that made a light clacking noise every time you took a step

You waved at them, calling out for their attention while walking fast

"Goshujin-sama!!! It's great to see you again! Please follow me, I'll seat you and..." As you walked towards them, your chest seemed to almost have a life of its own, and when you arrived closer to them, quickly grabbing the menus before tripping on air, and falling into his arms.

"A-Ah! I'm so so Sorry Goshujin-sama!!"

He blue screened

Sakura Haruka is no longer working

Please reboot

His face is burning, his shoulders are almost at his ears, and his head is basically steaming

Nirei had to basically push him forwards to their seat, Suo laughing at Sakura because of how sensitive he is to others

"Goshujin-sama! Here are the menus, please do take your time to find something you enjoy, and if you need some help, please do call me over! I'll be sure to do my best!"

After what happened a few minutes before, Sakura was wide eyed and unresponsive the whole time

Suo had to order him both a drink and food, because if not, he wouldn't have even ordered.

And just to torture him more, he was sitting near you, so every time you walked by, he would be able to see you from his peripheral vision

Sometimes, when you came to check on them, you had to break character to ask them if he was alright and if you needed to call for someone

but Suo just told you everything was fine

When they left, you informed them that the meal and drinks were free as they were part of Bofurin

And also, even if they weren't,, you would have paid for Sakura's part since he saved you, twice now

Suo left Sakura's phone number on the table just for you in the end.

NIREI AKIHIKO

This cutey knew from the start what he was getting himself into

walking inside, he just wanted a cute place to relax, experience something new, and write down some new information of the guys he wasn't able to finish off on his notebook

so why not the cute, new, maid cafe?

"We-Welcome Goshujin-sama..." You greet, holding the menu close to your chest. "Please... Follow me to your seat!" Every step you took to lead him to his seat made your hair bob, and the skirt of your maid costume

He found you to just be so so cute! Wearing a light pink maid dress, with matching bows in your hair, cute glasses on your face moving from their position every time you rush to get to the kitchen with a new order, baby pink stockings being held up by the cutest white cat graters, and some very bulky heels to accommodate your height

You thought that he was super cute too, his freckles, and how he blushed every time you came to check on him

He was sweet, and gentle with how he spoke, and didn't try to touch you

You guys were able to make some small talk together, both of you stuttering here and there, when you came to check on him and the meal, that was a medium size slice of confetti cake with a gorgeous cup of melon soda

You both talked about your day, what each of you have done, and more with large blushes on both of your faces

He sometimes asked some weird question, which you found a bit endearing.

But when it was time for him to leave, he was sure to thank you and you bowed and waved him off, a small blush on your cheeks and he stuttered a good bye

"G-Good bye Goshujin-sama! Please come back soon!" You call out to him

SUO HAYATO

His favorite tea shop was closed today, so he went for the next best thing

the most recently opened maid cafe that was closer to him than the usual tea house he goes to

and from the ratings on their site, they seemed to also have a few good teas and cakes

While he isn't one to go to a place where you have to interact with someone so much, he might as well get out of his comfort zone

Right when he entered, a few 'maids' turned their heads towards him, blushing at the mysterious male

sadly, for them, their areas were already filled with men and women

minus yours

"Welcome Goshujin-sama," You bowed, a gentle but unemotional smile on your face as you greeted him. You didn't like acting like this, but it was your turn to be the 'kuudere.' Many people don't want the host to be a kuudere, so your bookings were almost free compared to the tsundere and deredere. "Please do follow me to your seat," he smiles back, nodding and walking behind you with his hands behind his back.

he though you were cute, your pink maid costume barely covered your legs, your thighs spilling from the tight thigh highs, them rubbing against each other every step you take, white heels making you taller than him by an inch or two, and cute little bows decorating your hair and uniform

you showed him his seat before pulling at the skirt, trying to have it cover your legs just a bit more

"Please do inform me if you need anything, Goshujin-sama," You smile, placing the menu in front of him before leaving to attend to another customer who was calling you over to them.

Suo waited a bit before waving you over again and asking you what your favorite tea cakes and teas are and got those

at first he didn't understand what was enjoyable about this, but after meeting you and how quick you were, he understood

he especially liked when he was able to make you break out of character and blush with his teasing

in the end, he paid his bill, and you came back with a little gift bag that was given to all new customers and gave it to him, a small smile on your face

inside that small gift bag was some mochi's and small tea cakes, some red tassel earrings, and a note

the note contained your number, a little doodle in the corner of it <3

[jenosbigtoe]

park jisung x bimbo!reader (M)

minors dni

summary: maybe the quiet boy isn’t as naive or innocent as you initially thought.

warnings: reader is kinda slutty but ji secretly loves it, dom!jisung, big dick jisung, fingering, size kink, creampie, fellatio, unprotected sex, college au!

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i’m a jeno girlie but ji has been hitting sooo different. ESP THE BAT JISUNG OOOH

SORRY TO WHOEVER WANTED THE JAEMIN FIC FIRST IM GETTING IMPATIENT HAVING THIS SIT IN THE DRAFTS. JAEMIN FIC THIS WEEKEND POSSIBLY!!

god you wanted him so bad. park jisung, the quiet compsci major that sat in the front of every lecture you’ve had together since freshman year. the park jisung that walked around with his clunky black headphones around his head at all times. the one who had his head down and eyes averted wherever he went. the one who rarely raised his hand in class but when he did, god he sounded so sexy explaining topics you could never begin to understand. the park jisung you’ve never spoken more than 10 words to in the 3 years you’ve known him at uni.

you just wanted to corrupt him so bad. with those baggy clothes he always wore and those harry potter circular lenses you thought looked so so cute on his face, you’ve never seen him interact with the opposite sex. like ever. and with your senior year in uni, you knew you had to make a move on him.

operation seduce park jisung is a go.

you had your first lecture of the day together. it was a 9 am, one you barely showed up to but you knew he had perfect attendance to. and today you were going to make his knees weak when he saw you.

popping your sparkly pink lip gloss, you gave yourself another look over in the reflection of the window before stepping into the lecture hall. today, you wore a light pink mini skirt, a white crop top and lacy hot pink push up bra that peaked through, and a cardigan with strappy gold sandals. you walked in 5 minutes late, smacking your bubblegum, and scanned the room for your target.

there he sat in the front row, in his oversized black hoodie and khaki cargo pants, his laptop open and signature black headphones around his neck. he was chewing on the end of a pen cap as he typed, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. you smirked to yourself and sauntered over to the seat next to him, making sure to scoot behind him in order to accidentally rub your ass against his head.

“sorry, excuse me,” you whispered.

jisung scooted up to let you pass and gave you a tight lipped smile as you sat next to him.

you didn’t even bother taking anything out to write notes. as you pretended to focus on the lecture, your eyes drifted over to jisung periodically. the way his hands were so big and veiny. when his hoodie sleeve would lift up and tease you with the image of his slim muscular arms. the faint smell of his masculine scent—smoky cedarwood? you could feel your pussy throbbing.

after the lecture was over and jisung got up to leave, you stopped him. “hey, what’s your name again? my name is y/n i don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves before.”

“it’s park jisung,” he said curtly.

it was hard for you to decipher how he felt talking to you but you didn’t want to burn this bridge before it even took off. “okay, nice to meet you, jisung. see you around!” you gave him a bright grin and turned on your heels to saunter out of class, leaving him to stare at your turned back.

and the next few weeks it was rinse and repeat. you would show up wearing your cutest little outfits, showing the most amount of skin appropriate in an “academic setting”, and trying to strike up a conversation with the quiet sexy compsci boy you had a crush on. to be fair, it didn’t seem like your plan was working all that well though. you barely knew anymore about jisung than you did a month ago and you thought by now you would’ve had him melting in your palm. with all the curt responses he gave to your questions, you should’ve been discouraged by now. but no, you were more determined than ever to get this boy underneath you.

so today you decided to alter your plan a little bit. you found jisung in the same seat as always. you were wearing the cutest white sandals and a short mini sundress with a pink ribbon in your hair. you took extra care in your makeup today too, wearing just a little more blush, sparkly silver glitter eyeshadow, and frosty pink lipstick.

“hi ji,” you walked up to him and smiled, actually 10 minutes early this time.

he gave you a small smile and looked back down at his laptop. you puffed your cheeks and pouted a bit. you sat in your designated seat next to him in a huff and pulled at his hoodie sleeve.

“ji, you like me right?” you started to draw circles on his arm and leaned in closer so he could smell your cherry perfume.

jisung looked up at you and tensed up with hesistant look about his face. “what do you mean, y/n?”

you pouted your lip. “you know.”

jisung fidgeted in his seat a bit and looked every where but your tits that were spilling out your bra. “i don’t know what you mean.”

“well we’re friends, right?” you leaned ever so slightly over. god he looked so cute and delicious you could just eat him up.

“um,” jisung started.

you interrupted him. “well i like you ji. and you’re my friend. friends help each other, right?”

jisung stared blankly at you. “y/n we've barely talked except the past couple weeks.”

you ignored his last statement.“this is really embarrassing but,” you leaned over and whispered softly in his ear, “i’m failing this stupid econ class. it’s required for my major but i just don’t understand any of it.”

you leaned back and stared jisung directly in his eyes, close enough to count the eyelashes on his eyes. “help me, ji? please? i know you’re just so smart and i only need some tutoring.” you gave his arm a tight squeeze for reassurance.

poor jisung was so flustered and shifted around at the proximity. “w-well uh o-okay-“

you stood up gave him a tight hug, conveniently shoving his face into your juicy tits, and squealed excitedly. mission success. “thank you so much, ji! let me treat you out to lunch a few days a week to make up for your help!”

jisung’s face was so red and the hug left his glasses slightly askew on his face. adjusting his glasses, he fumbled out a “yeah no problem.”

after the lecture, you slid jisung a piece of paper with your number with a “text me :) <3” and practically skipped out of class.

later that evening you got a text from an unknown number.

unknown: This is y/n right?

unknown: It’s Park Jisung.

you squealed and kicked your feet around on your bed.

you: yup :)) this is y/n

jisungie <3: Okay. I’m free Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays after 2pm. Every other day I have work. Let me know when you want to meet up.

you: yayyyy!! perfect <3

you: let’s meet up at the library tomorrow at 2:30pm. my place is right by it

jisungie <3: Okay.

you: your so awesome ji 😎

jisungie <3: You’re*

jisungie <3: You’re welcome, y/n. And just so you know, I do like you. You are my friend.

you had to run laps around your room after that one.

the next day was a sunday. you told jisung to meet you at the library but you knew better. the library wasn’t open on sundays. so that meant your study date had to move somewhere. and with your place being so close, that somewhere would hopefully be your apartment.

so you arrived at the library 30 minutes early, knowing jisung’s little quirk of needing to be 15 minutes early to everywhere he goes. today you decided to wear black yoga pants that accentuated your ass and a cute crop with a teddy bear print on it. and you made sure your makeup was waterproof because you hoped jisung would make you cry it all off later.

when jisung arrived, you faked a pout and pretended to be upset. you ran up to him and grabbed his arm, big fake tears welling up in your eyes. “ji, the library is closed. i was so excited to hang out with you outside of class but we can’t even have our study date because the stupid library doesn’t open on sundays.”

jisung looked panicked at the sight of your tears. “uh, um, uh don’t cry.”

you let a few tears roll and rubbed them on the back of your hands. “sorry ji. i’m just so disappointed. sure i want my grade in econ to be better but i also just wanted to hang out with you.”

jisung grabbed a napkin out of his bag and handed it to you. he rubbed your hand in a reassuring way that secretly had your pussy throbbing from his big hand grabbing your small one. “uh it’s okay, y/n. i can probably make time tomorrow. i have work but uh-“

you suddenly interrupted him. “wait, i don’t want you to have to miss work for me. i have an idea. my place is just a 3 minute walk from here. how about we head over there instead?”

your tears suddenly dried up as you pouted up at him, puffed up cheeks and big doe eyes with a hopeful look on your face.

jisung seemed to look relieved that you stopped crying. “okay. if that’s what you want then i’m down.”

you squealed and jumped up and down, hugging his body close to yours. “yayy! thank you thank you thank you ji!!!” you grabbed his big hand in yours and practically dragged him all the way to your apartment.

your apartment looked exactly how jisung imagined it. so pink and girly, flowers and ribbons and stuffies everywhere. and it smelled so strongly of you, he was about to lose his mind. your fluffy white cat purred and rubbed herself affectionately on jisung’s leg as soon as he entered.

“sweet girl, he smells so good right?” you lifted her up and snuggled her into your arms, giving her kisses all over her fur. “ji, you can set your stuff down by the couch. let me change into some lounge clothes.”

jisung felt so awkward being in your apartment but when you came out, he knew he was really in trouble. you were wearing a lacy silk pink victoria’s secret pj set that looked so flimsy.

“ji, do you want anything to eat? drink?” you walked past him, underwear peaking from beneath your shorts as you walked to the small kitchen.

jisung stuttered. “n-no. i’m good”

you walked over with a glass of water and a pack of cookies. “okay just let me know if you need anything.”

after an hour of jisung trying to lecture topics of micro and macro economics into your head, you just about had enough. slamming the book shut, you felt your brain about to fry.

“ji, i know i’m a business admin major but this is so stupid,” you whined. “why can’t i be as smart as you? i just wanna marry rich and be a stay at home wife.”

“well y/n-“ jisung started but you cut him off.

“no. i’m sick of this.” suddenly you pushed him back on the couch and straddled his waisted, using your legs to lock him underneath you. suddenly you leaned close to his ear and whispered softly.

“baby, i think you are just so sexy when you explain this stuff to me. you are so smart and i want you so bad.” you nibbled on his ear.

and jisung snapped. he was tired of your teasing for the past few weeks. what, did you really think he was so naive and stupid to notice your seduction tactics? you’re quite literally the girl of his dreams and you’ve been the object of his fantasies since he first saw you freshman year. you were always so bubbly and sweet and outgoing, the exact opposite of him, how could he ever stand a chance with you? but now that you’ve finally made a move on him, that was it.

using his strength, he flipped you over and pinned you on your back, gripping your hands above your head. “fuck. you have no idea what you do to me. you think you can just tease me like this, dangling yourself in front of me like a piece of meat, and expect me to not snap? you have too much faith in me.”

your heart was racing and every word he said went straight to your pussy, growing wetter by the second. jisung started leaving wet kisses down your jaw, once hand still pinning your hands above your head and the other gripping your waist.

“jisung you are so sexy. you have no idea how much i have wanted this,” you looked him into his eyes and smashed your lips against his.

3 years of unresolved feelings went into that kiss. he was a much better kisser than you expected, which had you moaning into his mouth and grinding up into his thigh.

he ripped off your pj set, leaving you in just your lacy white bra and panties. “fucking slut. you planned this huh? wanted to bring me to your apartment so you could fuck me huh?”

you whined and started taking his clothes off too. and holy shit was he hiding a beautiful body underneath those baggy clothes. you could always kinda tell he was toned underneath those clothes but nothing compared to this. his body was so well built and chiseled, arms so veiny and thick, you were foaming at the mouth.

he went to take his glasses off but you stopped him. “the glasses stay on while we fuck,” you told him seriously.

he bit back a giggle and ripped your underwear off. your pussy was glistening with arousal. he wrapped his lips around one of your juicy tits and traveled his hands down your body until his fingers rested on your cunt. “does my baby want to be touched here? does her slutty pussy want to be touched?”

you whined and bucked your hips into his hand. “yes! yes please ji i need you to touch me.”

he smirked and started teasing your pussy with his fingers, rubbing them up and down your slit and ghosting over your clit.

“stop teasing me. need more ji,” you sniffled.

he shoved two fingers into your sopping cunt and started pumping them. you moaned loudly, wriggling your body around and clenching on his fingers. with his other hand, he continued to grope at your chest, leaving you needier than ever. god his hands were so hot and they felt so good. so long and big and veiny and the perfect size for touching your cunt.

suddenly, you shoved him off of you and pushed him back on his back. “your turn.”

jisung looked shocked at first but let you take control. you pulled down his boxers and let out a small gasp. “no fucking way.”

jisung smirked at you and tilted his head back, shutting his eyes with a knowing look on his face. his glasses were crooked and falling off his nose but he never looked sexier to you.

“ji, why did you never tell me you were hiding a horse in there?” you asked, completely serious.

jisung stifled a giggle. “never asked.”

“if i had known you were this fucking hung down here i would’ve jumped your bones so much sooner.” you were seriously concerned for your little pussy the next day but at this point you didn’t care.

you gave his massive cock a few pumps with your manicured nails, wondering just how you would be able to fit all of it inside. even his balls were massive and heavy.

you alternating between licking the base of his cock and lightly sucking on his balls. god it was so hot and heavy and smelled so good, so musky and masculine. jisung let out the sexiest groans as you did this, snaking his hands into your hair and gripping your head. “fuck baby that feels so good.”

you gave a small kiss to the tip of his cock and then started sucking, putting more and more of it down your throat as you went. tears pricked your eyes as it went further and further. jisung’s moans got even louder and he started to buck his hips slightly against your face.

you gave licks to the underside as his dick was deep in your throat. with one final push, you bottomed out on his cock and deepthroated him fully, leaving jisung’s mind hazy and body shaking. fat tears welled up in your eyes and fell down your face. good call on the waterproof mascara.

“fuck m gonna cum. you’re doing so good baby, so so so good,” he groaned as you kept going up and down on his cock, sucking and licking his shaft with every bob of your head.

without warning, he suddenly ripped his cock from your face and stood up, leaving you whining and tears staining your face.

“what a cock hungry slut. can’t even go a second without cock ruining her. well don’t worry baby, i’m about to fuck you so good. wanna cum inside your pussy for the first time.”

he reached into his bag for a condom but you stopped him. “no condom. want you in my pussy raw.”

jisung smirked. “naughty girl.” he pushed you on all fours on the couch and positioned himself behind you. “you’re already so wet baby, won’t even need to prep.”

he rubbed his massive cock on the outside of your pussy, teasing your hole and sticking the tip in before taking it out and rubbing it some more.

“ugh fuck me ji! stop teasing just fuck me right now!” you whined out, arching your back and shoving your cute ass in his face.

and without warning, he bottomed out inside you. you screamed at the sudden feeling, his balls pressing up against your clit. your arms gave out from beneath you, leaving his hands to gripping your hips for support.

“m gonna move now, m’kay sweetheart?” jisung groaned. your little pussy was just sucking him so tightly and it was driving him crazy.

his hips drove into your cunt, his big cock absolutely bullying your little pussy. you were a screaming and moaning and crying mess. “yes yes ji! oh my god feels so good yes!”

you felt your orgasm building up, leaving your pussy to clench and drip more around his cock.

“fuck baby. this pussy was made for me. you’re so perfect and gorgeous and i can’t believe i get to fuck this pussy,” jisung was going absolutely feral above you, thrusting hard and fast and deep into your pussy. he was bottoming out with each thrust, balls slapping against your clit.

“m close. where do you want me to cum baby?” ji groaned out.

“inside. cum inside my pussy. please ji, i need it, need it so much,” you cried.

your words sent jisung over the edge. he released his hot load into your cunt, giving a few last hard thrusts.

the feeling of hot cum inside you triggered your orgasm. you cried out in pleasure, feeling absolute bliss.

after you both got down from your highs, still panting heavily, jisung collapsed onto the couch with you on his lap. his head rested in the crook of your neck as you laid your head on his.

“this is a little late but be my boyfriend ji?”

[pickingupmymercedes]

No chill - Lewis Hamilton

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: No Chill - PND - @greedyjudge2

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: y/n playing hard to get (does that count as angst?)

wordcount: +1k

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Lewis stood by the window, fingers drumming against the edge of the sill. His eyes gaze was on the city skyline, but his eyes kept looking for something, or rather someone, in the crowd.

Y/n had always been a challenge, and that’s what drew him in. Every exchange felt like a puzzle he was eager to solve. Every glance, every word, filled with layers he hadn’t quite peeled back yet.

He liked to be challenged, and Y/n? She did just that. Everytime.

Then a soft click of heels echoed through the room, a rhythmic sound that had become as familiar to him as the noises of a garage.

His body tensed, anticipation humming just beneath his skin. There she was.

When Y/n stepped into view, she was every bit the enigma he’d come to expect. Poised, polished, wrapped in an air of effortless grace, yet untouchable in a way that always left him wanting more.

Her chin was held high, her eyes scanning the room, assessing, dismissing, deciding exactly how much she’d give him tonight. And God, did she make him work for every scrap.

But something felt different. It wasn’t the way she carried herself—Y/n always moved like she owned every room she entered. It wasn’t even the dress, though it hugged her body in ways that made his throat dry.

It was the not-so-subtle flashes of diamonds that caught his eye. The necklace.

The one he had got delivered to her weeks ago—the one she had barely acknowledged, brushing off his gesture with a dismissive glance and an elegant shrug.

Yet here she was, with the diamonds gracing her neck.

His heart thudded harder than he would admit, but Lewis played it cool. Leaning back against the window, arms crossed over his chest, he watched her, a smirk already tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You look stunning,” he said, voice low and smooth, even though the sight of her had his pulse racing.

It always felt like a dance with them, a careful back and forth, and tonight was no different.

“I know,” she responded, her tone just as sharp, cool, and unapologetic as ever.

Y/n never gave him anything easy—no compliments, no reassurance. Just that quick, clipped response that kept him on edge.

But there was a flicker of something he hadn’t seen before.

His gaze drifted back to the necklace, to the way the diamonds glinted under the dim lighting. “Finally decided to wear the set, I see”

Y/n’s fingers grazed the necklace as if acknowledging it for the first time, but her expression didn’t shift.

“Matched my earrings” she said lightly, her voice casual, but there was a subtle undercurrent there. She could’ve worn anything else. She had options—hell, more options than he knew of.

But she had chosen his gift.

“And here I thought you didn’t like it” Lewis teased, stepping forward, the space between them shrinking, but not enough to touch. He was close enough to feel her presence, to catch the faintest hint of her perfume though.

“Never said that” she quipped, her lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. She was impossible. “You didn’t say anything at all.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and for a brief second, he saw it—just a flicker, but it was there.

Something deeper. But just as quickly, she shut it down, her defenses snapping back into place. “I don’t need to narrate every thought I have, Lewis.”

God, she was quick. Always quick, always keeping him guessing. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.

He took another step forward, his hand reaching out, grazing the fabric of her dress at her waist, his touch light but deliberate. “Maybe not. But wearing this,” he gestured to the necklace, “that says something.”

Her gaze dropped slightly, following the path his fingers made along her waist, but when she looked back up, her expression was as unreadable as ever. “Really? What do you think it says?”

Lewis felt a surge of satisfaction. She was playing into it, letting him have just enough. “That maybe you’re starting to realize what I’ve known for a while.”

“And what’s that?” Her eyebrow arched, her voice a little too calm, like she already knew the answer and was daring him to say it aloud.

“That we could work” he said, his voice steady, though his heart pounded like he was twenty and didn’t know any better. “If you’d let it happen.”

Y/n tilted her head slightly, a smile playing at the edges of her lips, sharp and knowing. “Is that what you think this is?”

“Isn’t it?” he shot back, leaning in a fraction closer, his lips barely an inch from hers.

He wasn’t touching her, not fully, but he was close enough to feel her heat, to sense the way her body responded even if she’d never admit it.

For a second, he thought he’d pushed too far.

Y/n was like that—one moment she’d let you in, the next she’d freeze you out with a single look. But instead of stepping back, instead of throwing up her walls like she always did, she met him head-on.

“Perhaps” she said softly, her voice lower now, more intimate. “But don’t think for a second that this means you’ve won anything.”

Lewis grinned, feeling the shift in the air between them. “I don’t need to win. I just need you to stop pretending like I’m not in the game.”

Her eyes darkened “You’re too cocky for your own good, you know that?”

“I’m right, though” he countered, his hand now fully resting on her hip, fingers pressing gently into her skin through the fabric. “And you know it.”

Y/n didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turned slightly, her hand coming up to brush against the necklace once more, as though considering her next move. And then, with a quiet exhale, she leaned in—just enough for her lips to brush his, soft, deliberate, but lingering.

It was like a jolt, electricity coursing through him as he responded, his hand tightening on her hip.

He kissed her back, slow and measured, letting her set the pace, letting her lead.

When she pulled away, her lips barely an inch from his, her eyes were hooded, her voice low. “Perhaps you’re right. But don’t get comfortable.”

Lewis chuckled softly, his forehead now resting against hers. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

They stood there, close but still, as though neither was willing to let the moment break just yet. He could feel her breath on his skin, feel the tension between them settling into something quieter, something more real.

After a beat, Y/n finally spoke again, her tone lighter, though no less challenging. “What’s next, then?”

He grinned, pulling her body just a little closer, his hand sliding around to the small of her back. “I was thinking we start with dinner.”

“Dinner?” she echoed, one eyebrow arching. “I wear this and you’re thinking about food?”

He laughed, the sound deep and easy. “Always took you for a classic date type of woman”

Y/n rolled her eyes, though there was a hint of amusement there. “Ever the gentleman”

“Always,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “But seriously… we could take this slow, or—”

“Or what?” she challenged, her fingers tracing along his collar, teasing the edge of his suit.

He smirked, leaning in closer. “Or we could just stop pretending.”

“Pretending what, exactly?”

“That you don’t already know where this is going” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Y/n pulled back slightly, her gaze steady and sharp, but there was a glint in her eyes now—a softness, a vulnerability she’d never let him see before. “Perhaps I do” she admitted quietly, her voice low and steady

Lewis smiled, his grip on her tightening slightly as he pulled her in for another kiss, this one deeper, more certain. “Good”

She was still a challenge, still keeping him on his toes, but those diamonds, they had given something real. And that was enough.

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[maryangelex]

Home is the Feeling of You

John Price x Reader

Summary: You’re Price’s fiancé back home and it’s been months since you’ve seen him. He’s been on deployment and days have been getting lonelier the more days pass. Until you get home one night from work to a more than pleasant surprise.

Warnings/Tags: civilian!reader, fiancé!reader, creampie, domesticity, domestic!john price, fluff to smut, praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, masturbation, (light?) breeding kink, phone sex, spit as lube

A/N: so here’s the anticipated civilian!reader fic! I’m just a simp for this man being a husband or anything domestic about him. Enjoy!!! ;)

You were exhausted from work; feet swollen from being in heels all day, muscles tense and eyes burning with the desperate need to be closed and drifted to sleep. You were on your way home but weren’t too eager to get there, if you were being honest.

Your home felt cold and empty despite your best efforts to make it a cozy abode for you and John. But it was hard to feel the slightest bit of warmth in it whenever he was deployed. He had been gone for months now, you had lost count of how many since every day that passed without him felt like an eternity.

You two tried to keep in contact as much as possible. He called you nearly every day, as best he could; sometimes the calls would last seconds other times you managed to get half an hour with him to vent and catch up.

You felt bad every time you complained about your day, though, since he was in quite literally a battlefield most of his time. But he insisted you told him everything, he loved hearing you complain about mundane things, hearing about what shitty thing your boss did, or about your coworker’s crummy love life. It made him feel closer to you and gave him a sense of home to listen to you talk about your day.

When John would say things like “I miss you, love, I’ll be home in no time” or “I can’t wait to kiss that pretty face”, you couldn’t help but feel a fire kindling in your chest. It made you feel warm inside to hear him say that because you knew it was true; John wasn’t a man who lied, he carried his heart on his sleeve for you.

And when he wasn’t being tender and sweet, telling you how much he missed you and loved you, he’d let you know how desperate and needy he was for you. He’d tell you how the sound of your voice alone made his cock twitch in his pants. How the hand that wasn’t holding the phone had slid down his trousers, slowly stroking himself through his boxers.

You’d press your thighs together, listening to his husky voice become almost a whisper on the phone. His breath audible through the phone, letting out soft needy whimpers and promises about what he’d do to you the second he got home. You’d let yourself indulge and return the favor to him by telling him how you were wearing whatever lacy panties he’d bought you and how you were writhing in your shared bed as you pleasured yourself to the sound of his voice.

Still, those steamy calls between the two of you could only do so much for you. It only momentarily veered the loneliness away. You wanted him in your bed with you, wanted to have him watch football games on the couch, wanted to have date nights with him every Friday again, wanted his presence to warm up your flat and make it a home.

Once you got home the sun had already set. You took the stairs up to your and John’s shared flat, and with a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open. You walked in and closed the door behind you, dropped your keys on the tablet at your entryway, and stepped out of your shoes. Your feet touched the cold floor under you and the sensation drew another content sigh out of you.

You noticed the light in your kitchen was turned on. Maybe you left it on this morning after making breakfast without noticing, you were in a rush after all. As you approached the kitchen you heard the sound of something sizzling in a pan. Your heart skipped a beat, a smile creeping on your face at the realization that John was home. When you saw him there, standing in front of the stove with his back to you, you were filled with glee. Your stomach fluttered like it did the first time you two met when you bumped into him at that bookstore and almost spilled coffee all over him. When you first locked eyes with his, those glimmering blue pools.

He glanced over his shoulder and flashed you a smile before turning back to whatever he was cooking so diligently.

“Welcome home, hun” he greeted “‘m makin’ us dinner since I knew you’d be beat from work”

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Your lips pressed against the muscles on his back, peppering kisses on the center of his spine, his shoulders, the nape of his neck. Your arms travelled up the front of his body, feeling the muscles on his chest and abdomen shift as he moved his hands whilst he cooked. You hugged him tightly, squeezing him as if to make sure he was really standing in front of you. As if the tighter you squeezed the more he materialized in your apartment.

“Not too tight, love, you’re squeezin’ the wind outta me,” he chuckled.

“I just missed you so much, John,” you confessed with another tender kiss to his back.

He hummed in acknowledgment with a smile still stuck to his face. He plated the meal for both of you; salmon and stir fried veggies. You released your arms from him painstakingly and grabbed a couple of wine glasses to pair with your meal. John took your plates to the couch while you brought the wine.

You collapsed down on the couch beside John, releasing another heavy sigh as your muscles sank on the plush material. John had set the plates on your coffee table along with the glasses, and handed you a fork whilst encouraging you with a gentle chuckle and a “Eat up, love.”

You sat up on the couch, turning to look at him. Both of your hands rose up to him and cupped his face lovingly. You looked deeply into his eyes; those eyes that always sucked you in, made you feel safe and loved. He looked at you with so much adoration, like he was silently telling you how happy he was to see you, be home with you. You leaned forward and clashed your lips with his, not pulling back for a minute and savoring the sensation of his lips against yours, how his mustache and beard scratched your soft skin. The two of you held your breath as you held each other with your lips, feeling as if pulling back was not an option. When you finally released each other, you sighed, your foreheads leaning against each other as you rubbed the tip of your nose against his.

“Missed you, hon,” he whispered, giving you another kiss, this one more chaste and playful than the prior one. His hand patted your knee, “C’mon, food’s gettin’ cold and I’m bloody starvin’. ”

You giggled as you both dug in. One of the things you missed the most about John was how well he cooked, his meals were hearty and comforting just like his presence. The two of you enjoyed your food as you caught up with him on everything you hadn’t mentioned in your calls these past few months. John spoke much less given the nature of his work, he much more enjoyed to listen to you, and he did so attentively.

At the end of your meal there was only the wine to sip on as you enjoyed each other’s company. The TV played quietly in the background. You were laying on the couch, your torso reclining on the arm rest as your feet sat on John’s lap next to you. He caressed the smooth skin of your legs with his big hands, gently squeezing the muscles on them every now and then. You nudged him with your foot, silently instructing him to keep up the massage. He took your foot in his hands, they engulfed him completely as he squeezed and rubbed them with his palms and thumbs. You winced at the feeling, making him stop and look at you.

“That alright?” He inquired, you gave him a nod in response.

“Just sore from standing all day”

“Let me take care of it” he grinned, his hands returning to work on your feet. His touch traveled up your leg, arriving at your calf, rubbing the tender muscle and eliciting a groan from you. John was enjoying the sounds he drew from you. His hands were getting more adventurous, sliding up past your knee and kneading at your thick thighs now. You gave him a grin and a cheeky look; he returned it.

“What’s crossing your dirty little mind, sweet girl?”

“Same thing as yours, hun”

His hands rubbed your thighs, putting pressure on them as he grabbed and massaged the bulks of muscle and flesh. You bit your lip as his hand wandered under your skirt. He was enjoying himself seeing your expressions shift and your cheeks flush red as he touched you. You reached one hand over to caress his forearm with your finger tips as he slid his hand further up your inner thigh, and your legs spread slightly as a quiet invitation.

“Needy girl,” he teased.

“C’mere already, John, will ya?” you quipped. John complied with your demand, as if waiting to hear you say it, like he needed your permission. He shifted on the couch, moving the leg in his hands to his other side so he could sit between your legs. He grabbed both of your thighs on each side, lightly sliding you down so you were flush with him. You could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against your clothed heat. You teased him by rolling your hips against him a bit, to which he responded to with a groan and a squeeze to your thighs.

He bunched up your skirt to reveal your panties. His fingertips tracing the soft material over your hips and pelvis. Your hands rested on each side of your head as you watched him with lustful eyes. Now his hands were grazing over your mons, lowering to the crotch of your panties that was already saturated with your juices. His touch made you blush even more, you were embarrassed by how easily the man could make you wet, as if it was the first time he’s ever touched you.

“My girl’s so eager, look at how wet you are” he grinned, his voice low and sultry. He grabbed the hem of your panties and tugged them down, slowly sliding them past your legs and then discarding them. One of his hands palmed your exposed cunt. You wiggled your hips against it and let out a needy whimper.

“John, don’t tease me” you scolded him in a soft voice, more desperation than anything.

He hummed at your comment, sliding his fingers up and down your folds, while his other hand went back to massaging your thigh. He observed as his fingers worked between your folds, his eyes fixated on your glistening pussy. It made his mouth water at the sight of his fiancé being so needy for him, it made him think how much he really missed having you in his grasp. He placed his hand on your mons, thumb reaching down to rub tight circles around your yearning clit. It made you moan to finally feel his touch on your sensitive bud.

He cursed under his breath at the sound, his cock twitching eagerly in the confines of his jeans. You reached one of your hands to stroke him through the rough fabric, tracing the print of his dick.

“Please, John,” you begged “I want you already”

John chuckled, a hint of mischief behind it. “I know, love, I know…but let me take my time to enjoy you, yeah?”

You pouted but gave him an abiding nod. He took his hand off you, making you whimper and your clit pulsate at the loss. He shifted on the couch again, now kneeling in front of it as he pulled your legs again to face him. You were hanging off the edge of the couch in front of him with your legs draped over each of his shoulders, his face inches from your heat.

“Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy,” his breath fanned against your sensitive cunt, and you were so desperate for him to devour you already.

He stuck his tongue out and licked a stipe up your pussy, the taste of you making him moan and roll his eyes back. Your lips parted as you let out a sigh full of relief. Your hands pulled your skirt higher to watch him savor you. He lapped at your pussy, tongue flat licking from your hole to your clit. His hands gripped your thighs as they closed around his head. Your eyes would not break from the sight of him eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.

His lips closed around your swollen clit and sucked on it, making the muscles on your thighs twitch and a whimper fall from your lips. He alternated between encapsulating your clit in his mouth and licking tight circles over it with the pointed tip of his tongue. He was making you a mess of moans and whimpers as your hands clutched the material of your skirt.

He reached his arms under your thighs and over your pelvis; one splayed out and held you still while the other spread your lips apart, exposing your clit fully for him to once again abuse it with his mouth. His lips wrapped around it, sucking and tugging at the bundle of nerves, making your eyes roll back and your hands fly to his hair, releasing a moan with his name attached to it.

You received a moan into your pussy from him in return. He latched his mouth onto your clit, lips sucking and massaging it. His hands now gripped your hips, grinding them against his face as he clung his mouth onto your pussy.

You felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes were so far into the back of your skull you were seeing stars. Your mouth chanted John’s name loudly like a prayer for salvation, pleading him to let you cum.

He nodded his head in unison with your hips as he licked your pussy, tongue giving special attention to your clit. He whimpered into it in desperation to feel you cum all over his face.

“C’mon baby I know you’re close, be good and cum for me” he mumbled against your cunt, practically begging you.

The grip on his hair was unrelenting, your back arching off the couch and hips slamming into his mouth. Your orgasm surged within you, ready to erupt like a volcano of pleasure. You missed him so fucking much. He knew exactly how to please, always has. You rode his face as you came, your hot liquid leaking out of you and onto his face, coating his beard in it. You were twitching in his grip, your hips stilling and mouth agape as a choked out moan emerged from you.

John’s grip on your hips was literally bruising and you couldn’t be happier to have a reminder of his return home later. He slowed down, lapping at your vulva and kissing your soaked pussy, making sure to savor every bit of you.

He looked up at you, sitting straight up with your legs on his shoulders, his eyes gazing at you lovingly as you still panted and came off your high.

“You’re gonna give me one more, right love?” He said peppering sloppy kisses in your inner thigh. You nodded your head drunkenly. He reached up to your skirt, finally pulling it off you, as you worked on unbuttoning your blouse as best you could with your clumsy, shaky hands. But John was too impatient; he clutched the fabric and tore the buttons apart with ease like he was tearing a piece of paper. He chuckled at your surprised expression, he knew he’d get an earful from you later when you weren’t too hazy to scold him.

“I’ll get you a new one, sweetheart,” he said as his hands found your breasts, massaging them before unclipping your bra and tossing it away. He stood up in front of you now, your legs around his hips, and he took in the sight of his soon-to-be-wife all flustered and naked for him. That body he admired so much, that soft supple skin he loved to bite and caress, those perfect breasts and that pretty pussy that loved his cock so much.

He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged down his boxers, cock springing out free and swollen. The sight of it made your pussy flutter, ready to take him in finally. You were aching for him, already felt yourself aroused and ready for another orgasm from him.

He cupped your mouth in one of his hands, silently instructing you to spit on it for him, to which you complied. He brought the hand to his cock, pumping it a few times and lubricating it with the spit you provided for him. He aligned his fat tip with your entrance, slowly pushing it in at a burning pace. You moaned at the sensation, it had been too long since you had taken in John's impressive size and you were not as accustomed to it. You had almost forgotten how fucking good it felt to have his full length in you up to the hilt.

He cursed under his breath, "Fuckin' 'ell, love, I missed how good your pussy takes my cock", his hand briefly caressed your cheek when the base of his cock was flush against your pussy. His hands gripped under your thighs, his knees were on the edge of the couch and he folded you into a mating press position. His cock was buried impossibly deep inside of you, you could feel him in your cervix.

John began to move at a slow pace, his cock sliding in and out of you slowly, making obscene squelching noises that echoed throughout your apartment. "S'tight and wet f'me, darling", he mumbled. He gradually picked up the pace, his hands held onto the back of the couch while yours held your own legs up and open for him.

His pace became harsher and faster, pulling moans from the two of you. His balls slapped against your ass as he thrust into you, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix making you almost scream with pleasure.

"Ah, John..." you started, barely able to gather words to say as you looked at his face with wide eyes, your pupils blown, "J-John, you fuck me so good...I missed how good you fuck me"

Your words made him feral, making him pound into you. He watched your expression hungrily; lips parted shining with drool, cheeks bright red and burning, and your pretty eyes glossy with lust as they looked up at him.

"Fuck, baby, fuck..." he groaned as he leaned back, sitting up straight and grabbing your waist, slamming you against his cock as you held your legs open for him still "wanna see you with a big round belly under your pretty white dress... wanna fill you up with my cum, sweet girl"

He pressed a hand against your abdomen, "Feel that? y'like feelin' my cock inside you?" The pressure of his hand mixed with his words and relentless pounding made you mewl, your throat hoarse from all the noises John was drawing out of you.

"Y-yeah, John, feels s'good," you whimpered watching his dick bulge within you. You felt another orgasm surging like a wave in your stomach, your walls pulsated and clenched around John's throbbing cock. He felt you close, he knew you were about to cum when your cunt gripped his length relentlessly. He brought two fingers up to his mouth and wet them, then placed them on your pussy, rubbing circles rhythmically with every thrust.

"Cum for me, darling, cum around my cock," he said breathlessly, his eyes fixated on your face as he fucked you and rubbed your swollen bud.

You were euphoric, the overstimulation pushing you over the edge. A couple of more thrusts and attention to your clit and you were gone. Your legs twitched and your body convulsed as you came, gripping John's cock with your walls tightly. You cried out, tears streaming from your eyes.

It took everything in John to not let himself cum right then and there, the feeling of your walls constricting him almost pushed him over the edge with you. But he had other plans; he withdrew his cock from you briefly as he took you in his arm effortlessly, flipping the two of you around. You were shocked and puzzled at the quickness of it, now you were sitting on John's lap all fucked out and out of breath. He had you straddle him and you hold up yourself the best you could, with whatever strength your muscles had.

"J-John, please, I-I can't" you begged, holding onto him and already feeling his tip against your tender entrance again.

"Shh, s'alright, hon, you can do it, I know you can," he cooed, his lips against your ear as he slipped his cock back into you, "just can't get enough o' you"

He held you with one arm firmly around your waist and his other hand gripping your ass, his lips kissing your neck and coaxing you with praises and encouragement as he sunk you down on his cock. You moaned at the intrusion, you were so sensitive it was maddening. Your body was limp as you rested on him, arms lax around his shoulders.

You shut your eyes and let him fuck himself into you, letting him overtake your sense once again. He pounded up into you, holding you in place as his hips thrust up into your abused cunt. You were a mess of moans and whines as he chased his own high.

He was grunting and cursing under his breath, "My pretty fuckin' wife, my girl...takin' my cock so well...bein' a good girl lettin' me fuck you senseless." He was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and desperate. He hoisted your body up, grabbing your hair to make you look at him. You were cockdrunk, out of your mind, but you felt a third orgasm about to hit you like a truck again. John admired your dazed expression, his blue eyes now black with pleasure, he panted exhaustedly and full of desperation to empty his balls in you, fill you up like he said.

He took your face in his hand and clashed your lips together, moaning into your mouth as his hips stilled and the sensation of his cum flooding your insides made you cum with him. Both of you moaning into each other's mouths, your cheeks once again saturated with more tears. You pulled away from each other, panting out of breath with your sweaty foreheads resting against each other. You felt John's hot cum travel out of you between your legs. The hand that gripped your hair now softened, patting the crown of your head and smoothing out your hair. He looked into your eyes, admiring your post-orgasm face, basking in your beauty and in the afterglow of his own orgasm.

You smiled at him breathlessly, exhaustion all over your expression, you kissed him once more, this time more tenderly, putting all the love for him that filled your heart into your kiss. You pulled away and cupped his face, the two of you held each other, sweaty bodies against each other.

"Welcome home, John."

A/N: y'all... i did not intend for this to be so long again!!! but if you loved it and made it this far, let me know!!! thnx for reading ;)

[dustpages]

Do what we like

I was lying on the couch in your living room, I had just finished my last year of high school. I was excited since it was the summer holiday and I had many plans. The apartment was silent and I was getting bored of being alone when I heard the sound of a key opening the door's lock.  I was excited since my aunt Sana had come home earlier than usual. I ran to greet her at the entrance when I was met with a shocking sight.

Sana was wearing a tight black dress, so tight it looked as if it was painted on her. The dress hugged every inch of her slim body, her nice round butt and her big tits. She wore black heels, making her look even more like a supermodel. Her hair was perfectly styled and her makeup made her look like an angel. She had a smile on her face but she was also slightly sweaty. She dropped her purse on the floor and she smiled at me.

“Hi, sweetie!”

She was wearing a black thong underneath her dress that barely covered her butt and left a bit of it visible. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, I had never seen her looking so gorgeous before.

“Hi, auntie.” I greeted her shyly in fluent Japanese.

“Oh, my dear you’re learning so fast! You couldn't utter a single word  when you arrived.” She said as she took off her heels and walked towards the kitchen.

 I was still following her with my eyes when I noticed that her dress was riding up her thighs, I could see the straps of her thong on her hips and my eyes widened at the sight of it. “Do you want to eat something?” She asked me as she opened the fridge.

I snapped back into reality. “I'm ok, thank you.” I said. “But I thought you had to stay at work until late.”

She smiled. “I was lucky today, the photoshoot went well and they let me go earlier than usual.”

I nodded and I sat on the couch again. “That’s good.” 

"Did you do something nice today?"

I shrugged. “Just  have been studying all day long"

She sighed. “Oh, poor baby. You deserve some fun too, you know.”

" No worries I've always been used to studying during summer" I responded.  

"I hope you didn't forget that I'm planning to invite a few of my friends for dinner tonight, so please don't be too embarrassed when they will be flirting with me, I'm used to it." She winked.

I nodded. “I won’t be embarrassed. I'll just stay in my room if you need me.”

Sana rolled her eyes. “No way, my friends would kill me if they found out I was keeping such a cute nephew of mine hidden.” She smiled.

I blushed at her words. " There's no need for me to attend such a dinner"  I protested.

She came over to sit on the couch beside me. “Oh, don't be shy, I'm sure you’ll find someone who will like you.”

I looked down at my feet, feeling uncomfortable. “I don’t know…”

She sighed. “What did you say when you arrived in Tokyo?” She asked.

“I wanted to live with you because you were my closest relative and I wanted to learn Japanese better.” I repeated the words I had told her 4 months earlier.

“And do you think that you’re improving in your studies of Japanese? ”

“Yes, I am.” I nodded.

“Well, if you really want to improve it you need to speak with people more. You can start with my friends.” She said as she grabbed my chin and looked at me in the eyes.

“Ok.” I nodded. “I’ll try.”

She smiled. “That’s a good boy.” She kissed my forehead and got up from the sofa to head to her room.

I heard her door slam shut and I let out a sigh of relief. I had to admit that it had been nice to see Sana looking so gorgeous but at the same time, I was worried. What if someone saw her like this? What if she did something inappropriate?

I heard her door open again and saw her coming out of her room. “I'm going to take a shower. Do you need to use it before me?” She asked as she walked towards the bathroom.

I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”

“Ok. I'll be fast then.” She smiled and went inside the bathroom.

Soon after, just 2 hours later, she came back fully decked out in her gorgeous black dress and heels. She looked as if she had just stepped off a fashion magazine cover.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear something nice too?” She asked as she looked at me wearing just a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt.

" Do I need to?" I whined. " You are the star of the night, not me."

She laughed. “My friends won’t eat you. Don’t be shy.” She winked.

I sighed. “If you say so.”

“Do you have anything nice to wear? ” She asked me.

I nodded becoming emotional. The last present that my mother gave me while we lived in London was a nice dressy white shirt and matching black trousers from Burberry.  

" I have some new clothes that my mother bought for me before she passed away." I said.

Sana lost her smile as soon as I mentioned my mother. My mother and Sana had always been very close. They were sisters but they had grown up in different places. My mother had moved to the U.K. when she was 16 and she had never returned to Japan.

“Ah, ok, then put those on.” She said as she tried to hide her feelings. She walked over to me and hugged me.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now.” She said. “I know it can be tough sometimes but you’re not alone.”

I nodded. “I know, I appreciate it. You have been a great aunt to me so far.” 

She smiled again. “I will try to be the best aunt in the world.” She said. “Now go get changed.”

I nodded and I went to my room. I quickly put on my clothes and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. I was putting on some cologne when I heard the sound of the buzzer. I heard the clacking of  Sana’s heels on the hardwood floor and I came out of the bathroom to see her opening the door to let her friends in.

 There were three of them, two men and one girl. They were all dressed nicely and they all had a smile on their faces. They greeted Sana with a hug and a kiss on the cheek before coming inside.

 When they saw me they all stopped and stared. “Who is this?” One of them asked in Japanese.

Sana smiled. “This is my nephew from the U.K. His mother is my sister and she asked me to take care of him.”

The girl was the first one to recover from her shock. She was wearing a red dress and she looked very beautiful. She came over to me and greeted me. “Nice to meet you. I’m Yumi.” She said.

The two guys were still staring at me and I was getting slightly uncomfortable. “This is Taro and Hiro.” Sana introduced them.

I greeted them back and Sana ushered her friends inside to the living room. “Sit down, please. I’ll make something to drink.” She said.

I sat on the couch and I noticed that the girl, Yumi, sat beside me. She had a nice smile and she smelled good too.

“So, are you really Sana’s nephew?” She asked me.

“Yes.” I nodded. “My mother was her sister. I've lived in London for all my life till I had to move here with Sana" I said. 

She laughed. “I can’t believe Sana’s sister has a son as cute as you.” She smiled.

I blushed at her words and I thanked her in Japanese. “Do you speak Japanese?” She asked me in surprise.

I nodded. “Yes, I do. I’ve been learning it in London since I was young.” I said.

Yumi smiled. “I’m sure your aunt is proud of you.” She said.

I nodded. “She is.” I replied.

I looked at Taro and Hiro and I saw that they were still staring at me. I felt a bit uncomfortable and I tried to make conversation. “So, what do you do?” I asked them.

Taro was the first one to answer. “I’m a photographer and I worked with your aunt for a few years.” He said.

Hiro nodded too. “And I’m a model too, I met your aunt at a photoshoot a year ago.” He said.

I smiled. “It’s nice that you all are friends.” I said.

Yumi nodded. “We became friends when we worked together on a project.” She said.

Sana came back into the living room with drinks and some snacks and sat down beside me. “What were you talking about?” She asked.

Taro spoke up. “We were just introducing ourselves.”

Sana smiled. “Good, I’m glad you’re getting along.” She said.

I noticed that Sana was sitting very close to me and she was touching my leg with hers. I didn’t think much of it since I knew she was a very clingy person. But when I saw the guys staring at us, I realized that they might think we were more than just aunt and nephew. I felt myself becoming nervous and I tried to move away from her but she grabbed my arm and pulled me back to her. She was smiling at me and I noticed that her smile seemed slightly different. She leaned in to whisper something in my ear.

“Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking.” She said. “We’re not doing anything wrong, right?”

I shook my head. “No, of course not.”

She kissed my ear and she whispered again. “Good. Let’s just enjoy our evening with my friends, ok?”

I nodded. “Ok, sure.”

I looked back at Taro, Hiro and Yumi and they were all staring at me with a strange expression on their faces. I didn’t know what they were thinking but I was hoping it wasn’t anything bad.

Sana got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. “I have to prepare dinner.”

I got up too. “Let me help you.”

Sana shook her head. “No, stay here and chat with my friends.” She affirmed. “It’s good for your Japanese.”

I nodded and sat down again beside Yumi. She smiled at me. “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” She said.

I smiled back. “I know.”

We started chatting and Taro and Hiro joined in our conversation. They were talking about their jobs and they were telling me some funny stories. I was laughing at them when I noticed that Taro was staring at me again. His eyes were fixed on me and he was smiling.

“Are you ok?” I asked him.

He nodded. “I’m ok. I was just wondering if you’re really Sana’s nephew.”

I laughed. “Yes, I am. What makes you doubt it?” 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. You just don’t look like her.”

I laughed again. “ He is not the brightest" I replied in a Cockney accent and just Yumi got it and laughed.

Taro and Hiro looked confused. “What did you say?” Taro asked me.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

Yumi giggled again and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry, I got it. That’s a London accent, right?”

I smiled and nodded. “You’re correct indeed.” I said.

She smiled back. “I love it. You sound like a real Londoner.” She said.

I laughed. “I am one.” I replied.

Taro looked confused again. “I don’t understand what you two are saying.”

I laughed. “We are speaking in English.” I said.

Yumi spoke up. “It’s nice to hear you speaking English, you sound cute.” She said.

I blushed again at her words. “Thank you.” I said.

Hiro looked annoyed and he got up from his seat. “I need to go to the bathroom.” He said.

 “I’ll be right back.”

He walked off and Taro followed him. “I need to use it too.” He said.

Yumi and I were left alone in the living room. We were sitting on the sofa together and we were facing each other smiling.

“Are you having fun?” She asked me.

“I am thankful to you, for chatting with me, I feel less nervous now.”

She nodded. “You don’t have to be nervous. You’re a nice guy.” She said.

I blushed again. “Thanks.” I said.

She looked down at my body. “You’re really cute too.” She said.

I was about to thank her again when I heard the sound of the door opening. Sana came back in the room and she had a tray of food in her hands.

 “I hope you’re hungry.” She said. “I prepared a lot of food.”

We all got up from the couch and went to the dining room. Sana had prepared a lot of dishes and they all smelled delicious. We started eating and we were chatting while we did.

Yumi and I were still chatting but the guys were chatting with Sana. She was smiling and laughing and I saw that she was slightly drunk. She was drinking some wine and I saw that she had had a few glasses already.

I stood up and went to Sana. " You have been drinking too much, let's call the night" I whispered in her ear gently.  

She was swaying slightly and she was smiling at me. “Don’t be a spoilsport, sweetie.” She said. “We are still having fun.”

I grabbed her arm. “You need to stop drinking.” I said.

She rolled her eyes. “I can handle myself.” She said.

I sighed. “Please, auntie, let’s stop.” I begged her.

Sana looked at me with a confused expression plastered on her face. “Oh, my dear, you’re so cute when you’re worried about me.” She exclaimed. “But there’s no need to worry.” She leaned in to kiss my cheek and I felt her lips on my skin. I tried to pull away but she grabbed my arm and pulled me to her. “Let’s dance.” She said. “I love dancing with you.”

I tried to protest again but Sana didn’t listen. She started dancing with me and I could smell her perfume. Her dress was riding up her thighs and I could see the straps of her thong. I tried to ignore the sight and focus on her dancing but it was hard. She was a great dancer and she was moving her body in a very seductive way.

Taro, Hiro and Yumi were all staring at us. They had stopped eating and they were watching us dance.

When the music ended, Sana leaned in to kiss me again. This time she didn’t stop at my cheek and she kissed me on the lips. I tried to pull away but she was holding my face with her hands. I could feel her tongue on my lips and I taste her lipstick.

I heard someone gasp and I saw Taro, Hiro and Yumi staring at us in shock. I pulled away from Sana and I saw that she was smiling at me. She was swaying slightly and her eyes were half closed.

“I love you, my dear.” She said. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me.”

Looking at her friends. " Can you please leave?" I asked " She is clearly too drunk" I said.

Yumi nodded. “We’ll go.” She said. “Take care of your aunt.”

Taro and Hiro nodded too and they all got up from their seats to leave. They said goodbye to Sana and they left the apartment.

I looked back at Sana and she was smiling at me again. She was leaning against the wall and she was looking at me with a confused expression on her face. I walked over to her and grabbed her arm.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

She nodded. “I’m tired.” 

I helped her to her room and I put her to bed. She was mumbling something in Japanese that I could not get, I tucked her in the blanket and I turned off the light.

I was about to leave when I heard her calling me. “My dear.”

I walked back to her bedside. “What do you need?” I asked.

She looked up at me smiling. “Stay with me tonight.” She whispered. “I don’t want to be alone.”

I nodded. “Ok, I’ll stay.” I affirmed.

She smiled again and she pulled back the blanket. “Get in bed with me.”

I nodded and I took off my shoes and laid down beside her. She wrapped her arms around me and she started kissing my neck. I tried to push her away but she was holding me tightly kissing my neck and moaning softly. I could hear the sound of her breathing and it was driving me crazy.

" Sana you should sleep" I told her softly caressing her back. 

She nodded and I felt her relaxing against my body. I held her in my arms and I stroked her hair. She was warm and she smelled good. I felt her body relaxing against mine and I knew she had fallen asleep. I felt safe with her in my arms and I didn’t want to let her go.

I fell asleep holding her and when I woke up again, she was smiling at me.

 She was lying on top of me looking down at me with a smile on her face. She was wearing a short black nightie that barely covered her and I could see her tits through the fabric. My dick was hard and I was trying to ignore it.

“Good morning, my dear.” She said as she leaned in to kiss me.

I tried to pull away but she was holding my face with her hands. The kiss was soft,  I could taste her mouthwash. I tried to relax and enjoy the kiss but I knew it was wrong. We were aunt and nephew and we shouldn’t be kissing like this.

She broke the kiss and she looked down at me. “Did you sleep well?” She asked.

I nodded. “I did.”

She smiled. “I’m glad. I was worried that you would be uncomfortable sleeping with your old aunt.”

I laughed. “I wasn’t uncomfortable.”

Sana smiled and leaned in to kiss me. This time she was more aggressive and pushed her tongue in my mouth exploring my tongue and lips.

" I'm free today, let's go to the beach" She proposed, her face inches away from mine. " I want to see you in swim trunks" She said with a naughty smile.

" It will be a pleasure" I smiled back at her. " I will prepare a lunchbox for us”

Sana clapped her hands happily. " Oh, that sounds perfect." She said.

I nodded and I got up from the bed. “I’ll go make breakfast.”

She nodded and she got out of bed too. She walked over to me and she hugged me. “Thank you for being such a sweet nephew.” She said. “You make me feel so loved.”

I hugged her back. “I love you too.” I said.

She smiled again and she let me go. “Now go make breakfast.” She said. “I’m starving.”

We had a quick breakfast in silence and we headed to the beach. Sana drove and we went to a beach she had in mind parking in a designated spot. We walked towards the beach and finally arrived at a beautiful white sanded beach with the ocean in front of us. Sana was walking in front of me, wearing a white bikini and high heels and her long hair waving in the wind. 

"Let's stop here.” she declared, pointing at a small clearing near a tree. We stopped there and sat down, taking off our shoes. I looked at Sana, who was staring at me with her big brown eyes. She was really stunning, her hair falling down her shoulders and her tits bulging from her top. 

I cleared my throat and turned around, trying to ignore her. "It's really hot today.” I said. 

" Indeed. Would you apply the sunscreen on my back?" she asked me. 

I nodded and took the sunscreen from her hands. She turned around and I started to apply the sunscreen on her back, starting from her shoulders and moving down to the curve of her waist. I could smell her sweet perfume as I was rubbing the sunscreen on her skin. 

She was soft and warm under my fingers, her skin smooth and delicate. I was feeling a bit weird, rubbing her back like that but I kept doing it until she told me to stop. 

"That is a sight to behold" we heard a deep male voice commenting and others voices laughing in agreement.  

I turned around and saw a group of guys ogling at Sana's body, the comment was inappropriate but the message of it was indeed true. 

" Stop staring at me, losers" she stated, turning around. I saw her giving them a seductive smile and a wink. The guys laughed again. 

" Oh come on a woman like you what is doing with a kid like him? You should come with us to party." The guy who commented first spoke. 

Sana turned around and faced me. "What do you say? Should I join them? They are so hot"  she said, raising an eyebrow at me. 

I shrugged. "I'm not stopping you" I affirmed, looking away. She stood up and walked towards the guys, chatting with them for a while. I was sitting on the sand, looking away from them. 

After a few minutes, I heard Sana shouting something and I turned around. She was running towards me with the guys behind her, chasing her. They were laughing and she was squealing like a little girl, I could tell they were all having a good time. 

They caught her and started tickling her. "Stop, stop! It's too much!" she was shouting. She fell down on the sand and the guys fell on her, tickling her.  She was laughing and screaming trying to free herself from their grip, her body moving under theirs, her tits shaking. They were all laughing like crazy and I knew they were having fun, maybe too much.

Somehow Sana managed to free herself and started to run away. The guys chased her again and soon she was running towards me, shouting "Help me!"

I stood up and she hid behind me. "Please, save me from these monsters!" she said, pressing her tits against my back. I turned around and looked at them. 

" Guys enough is enough," I affirmed. " Let's quit this play."  

 The guys nodded laughing and she gave me a smile. "Thank you, my hero,”

They went for their way and Sana sat next to me on the sand. She was still panting and I could see her tits shaking under her bikini. 

I hugged her sideways. "Are you ok?" I asked. 

She nodded smiling. "I'm fine, thank you for saving me.”

I shrugged. "No problem, auntie," I said. "That's what I’m here for."

Sana laughed. "Oh, my dear, you’re so sweet." She said as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. 

I blushed and she noticed it. "What’s wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing, auntie." I said. "I’m just happy that I could help you."

Sana nodded. "You’re such a good nephew." She admitted. "I don’t know what I would do without you."

I smiled. " Let's go in the water.”  I said. " I need to cool off." 

She nodded. "Me too."  And took off her heels. 

 We walked towards the ocean, hand in hand. The sun was shining and the sea was warm. We walked in the water and I splashed her. She laughed and splashed me back. We started to play in the water and Sana was laughing like a little girl. Her tits bounced up and down as she moved and her hair was wet dripping water. She looked stunning, her skin glistening in the sun, her wet hair plastered against her head. 

After a while we stopped playing and she swam towards me. I felt her body pressed against mine as she hugged me, her tits pressing against my chest. I had a boner and I knew it was visible.

She looked at me and smiled. "I think you need to cool off more." She stated. "Let me help you."

She leaned in to kiss me and I let her do it. She was soft and warm against me, her tits squishing against my chest. She started to move her hips against mine and I could feel her rubbing her pussy against my cock. 

" Oh, auntie.” I moaned. 

She broke the kiss and looked at me with her big brown eyes. "I’m sorry, my dear." She said. "I know I shouldn’t be doing this here."  She looked down at my boner. 

" Let's go home.” She suggested. 

I nodded and we swam back to the shore. We dried ourselves and headed back to the car. As soon as we were in the car, Sana grabbed my face in her hands and started to kiss me. She was hungry and I could tell she wanted me bad. I kissed her back, feeling her tongue on mine, our lips pressed together. She was moaning softly and I could hear the sound of her breathing. 

I broke the kiss. "Let’s get home, auntie." I said.

She nodded and she started to drive. I could see the tension in her body, I gently caressed her naked legs . She was moaning softly and I knew she was enjoying it. I was feeling her skin under my fingers and I could smell her sweet perfume. 

When we arrived at our apartment, she ran inside, dragging me with her. We went straight to her room and we kissed again. She pushed her tongue in my mouth, her lips against mine, her hands roaming my body. She took off her bikini and threw it on the floor, standing in front of me in her thong. I could see her tits bouncing as she moved, her skin glistening in the light. 

I took off my swim trunks too and I stood in front of her in my boxers, my boner visible through the fabric. Sana looked at me and she smiled. "You’re so cute." She said as she took off my boxers too. She grabbed my cock in her hands and started to rub it. 

"Oh, auntie," I moaned. "That feels good."

She smiled again. "I’m glad you like it." She said as she knelt in front of me. 

She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck me. I moaned loudly as I felt her warm mouth on me. Her tongue was swirling around my tip and her hands were rubbing my balls. I could feel her saliva on my skin as she sucked me, making my boner harder and harder. 

 I was moaning softly and I could hear the sound of her breathing. 

After a while she stopped and released my member with a loud pop. Her eyes were fixed on it as she was licking her lips.

 "You taste good, my dear." She said. "I want you now." 

She stood up and pushed me to lie down on her bed. She took off her thong and threw it on the floor.  She was completely naked now, her skin glistening in the light.

Sana climbed on top of me, straddling me. Her tits were dangling in front of my face and I could see her nipples. She grabbed my cock and rubbed on her pussy lips moaning.

" Sana, I gotta tell you I'm a virgin.” I confessed. " I've never been with a woman before.” 

Sana smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." She asserted as she positioned my member at her entrance and slowly slid it in. 

" Oh, auntie." I moaned. "You’re so tight."

"I know, my dear." She started to move her hips against me.

I moaned loudly as I felt her pussy on my cock. It was warm and wet and it felt good, too good.

My balls tensed up and my orgasm was imminent. 

" Sana I'm about to cum in a matter of seconds." I warned her and she frowned looking disappointed. 

"Already?" She pouted. 

I nodded and she moaned. "Do it then." She said. "Cum inside me."

I did and my body shuddered at the pleasure. " I'm sorry to have come this fast" I stated. 

She smiled. "Don't worry, my dear." She said. " You are new at this. You’ll learn to control your orgasm in time." And she dismounted me snuggling against my body.

" I feel pathetic" I commented. " I haven't lasted even 3 minutes" 

“Indeed, you didn't last a lot, but that was your first time and you're still very young. Don't worry" she reassured me. "And I have enjoyed it." She said as she started to rub my spent cock. 

" Do you mind a very personal question?" I inquired her.  

"Not at all, I'm your auntie and we are naked in the same bed." She giggled. "You can ask me anything." 

I took a deep breath. " I want to know who long lasted the longest sexual intercourse you have ever had with a man?" I questioned. 

Sana laughed. "Oh, my dear. You have asked me the million-dollar question." She replied. "And I’m afraid it will make you feel bad.”

" Go ahead and tell me anyway." I encouraged her.

" Ok, if you insist." She stroked my belly. "I met him at a fashion show a few years ago. He was tall and handsome and he had an amazing body. We started talking and we discovered to have a lot in common.I knew I wanted to have him the first time I saw him." She said with a smile. "And after a week, I finally succeeded in seducing him." 

"And?" I prompted. 

" Well we met in a hotel room and we started making out. We kissed for a while and then he took off my dress. I was wearing a thong and a bra and he took those off too. He was naked too and he had an amazing cock. Long and thick." She said. 

" How long are you talking about compared to mine?" I asked.

" Baby the length is not the most important thing. Trust me." She observed with a smile. "Anyway he was maybe  2 inches longer than you. But not thicker." 

I was getting aroused again as I was listening to her. I grabbed my cock and started to rub it.

" Keep going." I encouraged her. " I'm almost ready to come again." I moaned. 

She laughed. "Oh, my dear, you are so easy to turn on.”

" He was savage. He  threw me on the bed and he was on top of me immediately." She said. "He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders and entered me with one thrust." 

" Did you like it?" I asked.

" Oh, yes. I loved it." She admitted. "He was rough but in a good way. He was thrusting in me so hard it was painful but I liked it. Then he switched positions and we did doggy style, I  was on my knees with my ass up in the air and he was fucking me from behind. He fisted my hair, he was fucking me like a beast. He was pounding my pussy like there was no tomorrow." She said. "And then he took me from behind in a standing position with me bent over the bed. I was on my elbows with my tits dangling down and he was fucking me from behind, slamming his cock in me." She said. "And finally in that position he rammed me to fill in, and I felt him squirting inside of me, it was so hot" She moaned. 

I was getting more and more excited listening to her words. I grabbed her tit in my hand and started to squeeze it. I rubbed her nipple with my thumb and she moaned, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She was enjoying my touch.

"I know you're ready for me again." She said as she opened her eyes and looked at me.

I nodded. "I am, auntie." I said. "I want you again." I moaned.

She smiled. "Well, come on then." She said. "Fuck me." She said as she opened her legs wide and showed me her pussy. 

"You are so beautiful Sana, so perfect" I praised her while my tongue made its way to her nipple and I licked and bit them softly. She was moaning loudly, her hands holding my hair, pushing my face harder against her tits. 

I could feel her body shivering. " I'm about to cum, baby." She said.

Her body shivered and she came, her juices dripping down her leg. I held her tightly against my body. 

As soon as her climax rode down, I went down her body and started to lick her pussy and her clit. Her moans were echoing in the room. She tasted so sweet and delicious. 

" Baby, baby, you make me feel so good." She acknowledged.

I kept licking her pussy, tasting her juices. Her body was shivering, she was so close to cum. 

" Oh baby, I'm about to cum." She said.

Her body shivered and she came again, her juices soaking my tongue which didn't stop doing its job till the orgasm was over. 

" Best juice ever Sana" I laughed giving her one last swirl to her fold with my tongue.  

I stood up and looked at her. She was so gorgeous, her body was so soft. Her pussy was still dripping with her juices. 

She took my dick in her hand. She rubbed it against her pussy, coating it with her juices. She was so wet.

" Please, fuck me." She said as she took my cock and guided it to her entrance. I moved my body over her and shoved my member in her in one thrust. 

Sana moaned. "Oh baby, you’re so big."

I started to move my hips, thrusting in and out of her. She was so tight and warm. I could feel her pussy walls on my cock, squeezing me tight.

" Oh, baby, fuck me harder." She said as she wrapped her legs around me.

I increased my pace, fucking her harder. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping together. 

" Fuck" She screamed under me and with her nails she dug into my back, her pussy pulsating around me gushing with juices as she came. I felt her juices dripping down her legs.

" Lay on your stomach Sana.” I told her.  

She obeyed, turned around and put her belly on the duvet. 

I hovered over her body and shoved my dick inside her sensitive cunt pounding her faster and faster. 

" Baby slow down, I'm still too sensitive" She begged.  

But I didn't, I was possessed by lust and kept fucking her without any mercy. She tried to crawl away from my pounding but I held her arm still in position. 

" Please baby, please" She pleaded.  

But I didn't give her any break, I kept pounding her like a beast and after a few minutes her body shivered and she came, squirting on my dick.

" F-fuuuuckk" She screamed loudly.  " Oh my god baby, you are splitting me in half" 

 She begged. " I'm about to pass out" 

I increased my speed if possible, my body was reaching its limit. 

"Sana I'm about to cum" I moaned. 

Her pussy was tightening around me, making it impossible to move. Her body was shivering like crazy. 

" Oh shit baby I'm about to cum again" She screamed.

" Fill me up honey" She begged me. " I want to be filled of you." She screamed.

My dick exploded and I felt my seed filling up her womb. I collapsed on her back breathing heavily, panting.

I pulled out of her and lay down on the bed. Sana moved next to me and hugged me tightly. She kissed my lips passionately. 

" I love you, my dear." She said. " You are the best fuck I've ever had." She smiled. 

I smiled back. "I love you too, auntie." I said as I hugged her back. "You’re the best thing that has happened to me."

She smiled.  "I’m glad we found each other." 

The next morning I was wakened up by a fantastic pleasure, Sana was on me sucking my nipples. 

My body was shivering in pleasure.

" Baby I gotta get ready for an event this afternoon so I won't have time to give you more attention than this" And she bit my nipple. 

I was moaning loudly. " It's fine, auntie." I said as I held her face in my hands. "You can always come back to me." I said. 

She smiled and licked my neck. "I will baby, now go get ready." She said as she got up from the bed. 

I got up from the bed too and went to shower. Sana came with me and washed my body. I could feel her hands on me, caressing my skin. I was still hard and I could see her looking at my dick. She was smiling. 

When we were done she went to her dresser and she started to get ready for her event. I sat down on the bed and watched her leave with a plain T-shirt and a pair of joggers. 

I looked at her a bit confused. " The dress is at the office, I'll get ready there with someone to comb my hair and do my makeup" She explained understanding my confusion.

" I understand" I nodded. "Have fun at the event." 

" I'll have more fun once I'm home" Sana kissed me goodbye and left.  

The day was mostly uneventful till around 9 pm when Sana got home. 

I was sitting on the sofa when I heard the front door opening. 

" Do not turn around" She ordered me. Her high heels clacked on the wood floor. 

" Baby close your eyes" She ordered again. I did as I was told. I heard her heels clacking on the floor and soon she was in front of me. I could feel her body heat against mine.

" Open your eyes." She said.

I opened my eyes and I saw that she was wearing a gold dress that barely covered her body. Her legs were naked displayed in full glory and the heels were shining. Her make-up was light making her seem like a doll. 

Her gaze was magnetic and stuck on me. I started to shiver, her beauty tonight was on another level. 

"Auntie you are mesmerizing tonight" I complimented her.  

" Do you want me to model for you?" She asked me. I obviously nodded.  She moved around me in a slow circle, displaying herself in full glory. Her dress was so short I could see the lines of her ass.

Sana started to do her catwalk like she was on the runway,  she was walking towards the dining table positioned in front of the Tokyo Tower window, and she was swaying her hips with each step. Her dress was fluttering with the movement, displaying more of her body with each step. I was salivating just looking at her.

When she reached the dining table she put one heel on it and bent down with her leg on the table and the other on the ground, and her ass was facing me, displayed for me to see.  She had a thong on and her cheeks were full and round, making me want to bite them. 

" I know you like them." She said as she moved her hips and wiggled her butt in front of me. "Don't you?" She asked

I didn't respond but dashed towards her kneeling down and I showered with kisses on her milky legs, liking every inch of them. I was biting her skin lightly. 

She moaned. "Oh, baby, I'm loving this.” She said as she bent her knees slightly to give me access to her pussy. I moved my tongue up her leg until I reached her pussy and started to lick her folds.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good." She said. "Keep doing it." 

I kept licking her pussy until her juices dripped down her leg. I could see she was ready.

I stood up and took off my joggers and boxers, my cock was already hard. 

I grabbed Sana in my arms holding her tight, her body was so soft and warm to drive me crazy, I began kissing her collarbone, my lips were trailing down her skin and she was moaning softly. I bit her neck, I wanted to make sure that she knew it was me who was claiming her. I started to suck her neck, leaving hickeys on her skin. I could feel her body trembling in my arms.

" Oh baby, you're so hot when you're rough." She said. "I love it." 

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I could feel her pussy on my cock. She rubbed her pussy on my cock moaning. She was so wet that she was dripping on my balls. 

"I'm ready for you." She said. "Fuck me." She demanded.

" Hold your horses, I just started" I responded. 

My mouth connected with hers, our tongues were swirling together, I was holding her tight and she had her legs around my waist. 

I broke the kiss. " Bend over the table." I ordered her.

She did as she was told and bent over the table, her ass facing me. I could see her thong between her ass cheeks. I started to rub my cock against her pussy, making her moan softly. Her pussy was wet and hot and my cock was throbbing in desire. I pulled down her thong and up her dress, rubbed my cock on her pussy lips and then I thrust in her. She moaned loudly.

" Oh, baby, you’re so big." She gasped. "You fill me up so good."

" I'm gonna be sorry just from now, I will not hold back anything on you tonight Sana" I warned her.  

"Oh baby, that's what I want." She moaned. "I want you to fuck me hard and fast, to pound my pussy like there is no tomorrow."

I increased my pace, fucking her harder. She was moaning loudly, her body shaking as I moved my hips.

" Fuck" She screamed. "You're so good, baby. You know exactly what I want." She asserted as she came on my dick. Her pussy was squirting all over the table, her juices dripping down her legs.

I kept pounding her until I felt her second orgasm approaching, her walls were tightening around my cock, her body shivering. I increased my speed even more and pounded her like a wild animal. 

" Oh shit baby I'm about to cum again" She screamed. " Fuck me harder baby, please" She begged. 

I pounded her harder slamming my balls on her ass at every single thrust. My thumb motioned on her ass crack and dove in. She was screaming louder now, her body shivering even more. 

" F-fuuckk" She screamed louder. Her womb flooded with her juice drenching  my balls. Her pussy walls were pulsating around my cock and I felt it exploding, spilling my seed inside her womb. 

Her body shook under me and her juices flooded again my dick, I was still pounding her. 

" I'm about to pass out, baby, stop" She pleaded. I stopped and pulled out, I carried her on my arms till the window in front of the Tokyo Tower and made her stand up.  She was shaking and her legs were trembling. 

" I'm not done with you yet" I whispered in her ear as I grabbed her wrists behind her back. "Open your legs, baby, I'm gonna claim you as mine." I said. 

She opened her legs for me and bent a little forward, her tits dangling in front of the glass and she was looking at me with desire. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it on her pussy and then I thrusted in her again bottoming out.

" Oooohhh shit baby I'm about to come again" she moaned.

" I want you to" I whispered in her ear. "Cum on my dick baby, show me what a good girl you are for me." I ordered. 

Her body shuddered and her pussy started to squirt again on my dick, her juices dripping down her legs. I could hear her breathing heavily. 

" Oh baby, you make me feel so good" She said.

" I fucking love you Sana" I groaned as fucked her widely holding her body with one arm and playing with her clit with the other. 

I could see her reflection in the window and she was stunning, her tits were dangling down and her hair was messy. 

" Oh shit baby I'm about to cum again" She cried. Her pussy gushed out again and her body shuddered. 

" Finish me honey, I can't resist any much longer." Her legs were trembling.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling her head back. " Beg me to cum in you." I demanded. 

" Please baby, fill me up. I want to be yours." She moaned. 

I pinned her against the window, releasing her hair, and pounded her furiously. My head was near hers sucking her beautiful neck.

 She was moaning in pleasure.

" You are mine Sana, all mine, your pussy is mine to fuck, your ass is mine to pound." I whispered in her ear.

" Yes baby, I am all yours." She moaned. 

Her body shivered and she came again, her pussy squirting on my cock and I could feel her walls tightening around me. My cock exploded inside her, filling her womb with my seed. 

" F-fuuuckk" she screamed again. " Baby you're filling me up again" 

We were stuck like this, me holding her in place, my cock inside her and my cum dripping from her pussy. 

We broke the kiss and I pulled out of her, my seed spilling out of her pussy on the floor. We collapsed on the floor, panting. She was holding my hand in hers.

" I love you too." She said. "You make me feel things that no one has ever made me feel." She said.

I smiled and I kissed her. "I love you too, auntie." I said.

She smiled and she kissed me back. "You’re the best thing that has happened to me." She stated.

“ From now on you are just gonna call me Sana, I’m your girlfriend.” Sana whispered. “We will do what we like, honey.”

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Can I, pretty please, request a fic of Larissa finding out reader has nipple piercing? Like, it's totally unexpected of reader to have them bc they seem so innocent. I don't really have a solid idea other than reader forgets to wear a bra, and it's visible through the shirt or whatever. Idk, I leave everything up to you tbh

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~3.2k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢��� 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: some fluff, NSFW, nipple piercings, reader receiving, nipple focused, slighting marking kink, vaginal fingering, slight begging, small mention of praise, alludes to future sex

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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The rapid tapping of fingers against a keyboard filled the dimly lit room, the sound filling the space with a sense of urgency. Shadows danced along the walls under the cold moonlight - a room that was bathing in the golden hues of a sunset just moments before transformed with the arrival of night throughout Nevermore. The light coming off her laptop screen mixed with the tones of the moon highlighted the shine of blue eyes and smooth, pale skin.

Blue eyes scanned the laptop screen with unwavering focus, but no matter how rapidly she was typing, her mind was found far elsewhere. The documents and emails in front of the tall blonde were being responded to on autopilot, her motions guided by memory. The true motivation she found to get through all of her work was to cozy up next to you with her favorite bottle of wine. Each moment felt as though it dragged on into eternity, yet the thought of seeing you at the end of it was enough to make her power through her workday

Your relationship with Larissa was still new, only spanning a few months, but neither of you could deny the chemistry that was present when you were together. You worked with each others strengths and allowed the other to confide in their weaknesses. The connection and compatibility that was present was hard to ignore, even by your other coworkers.

With her final thoughts all in place, she hesitated for a moment before finally clicking "send" on the email, a content smile gracing her lips as she closed the laptop with a satisfying click. The glow of the screen faded away as it closed, the darkness seeping in and leaving her alone in the dimly lit space. As she stood from her desk, the weight of the day beginning to lift from her shoulders, she took in the cloak of nightfall - a moment of silence before moving around the space in a hurry.

Anticipation filled her body as she moved around her office, her mind racing with thoughts of you and how excited you would be at her surprise. With the bottle in hand, she slipped her coat over her shoulders and stepped out into the hushed hallway, the clicking of her heels waking up the quiet stones beneath her feet. Each step echoed through the ancient corridors, stirring the stillness of night as she made her way closer and closer to you.

Flames flickered against the dark stones they hung from, giving her some of the warmth that she craved. With each flicker of light, her steps seemed to quicken just as much as her heart. As she rounded the final corner, she acknowledged the golden glow seeping through the crack underneath your door, a smile growing on her lips as she got closer.

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Streams of hot water ran over the expanse of your skin, enveloping you in a pool of warmth that melted away the tensions of the day. The steam rose in wispy tendrils, dancing around you with every breath you released. As you rinsed out the remaining product in your hair, you tilted your head back, allowing the water to pool over your face and race down your neck.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply, the steam filling your lungs and covering you in its comforting warmth. With a slow hand, you reached out towards the icy handle, your fingers wrapping around the metal knob and shutting the water off.

You nearly ran out of the shower, the sudden transition from the wonderful heat to the cool air pricking at your skin made goosebumps appear along your skin. You snatched the towel from its hook, successfully wrapping it around your body and shielding you from the harsh cold. Drops of water continued to trickle down your form, leaving a trail in their wake as they absorbed into the mat beneath your feet.

Letting out a sign, you turned towards the clouded mirror, making out your hazy reflection. You moved closer with a small smile, tracing a finger along the surface and writing out Larissa's name and finishing it with a heart. Your smile only grew as you took a step back to look, the heavy droplets running down the mirror only adding to the simple beauty of her name alone. With a lingering smile, you tore your gaze from the mirror and went off to put something comfortable on.

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Larissa's footsteps came to a nervous halt just outside your door, her hands feeling just a bit sweatier and her cheeks just a bit redder than just moments before. With a deep breath, she rose her hand up and knocked on the dark hardwood three times. The sound echoed through the corridor softly, the blonde waiting with bated breath as seconds stretched into centuries.

Muffled shuffles could be heard through the door, hurried footsteps following suit when a small and hurried "coming!" was thrown into the air. A small chuckle escaped her chest as she heard your hurried response, her nerves settling the closer she heard you step.

As you opened the door, a towel picking up the stray droplets of water that fell from your messy hair, your gaze met sapphire blue ones. Your chest immediately swelled with a warmth just as fast as a smile formed on your face with the sight of your lover in front of you. Her dress clung to every one of her curves. Against the backdrop of the dark hallway behind her, her porcelain complexion radiated in the soft amber light that escaped your doorway.

The flickering flames and the golden hues from your fairy lights created a an ethereal halo around her form. The world seemed to slip away, for just a moment, leaving only the two of you standing in something timeless. With a heart overflowing with love, a bright smile made its way to your lips.

The sight of your smile seemed to settle all of the blonde's nerves, a feeling of love and adoration quickly taking over and rushing through her veins. Her gaze raked over your figure, drinking in every curve that laid underneath a garment that seemed oh so familiar. One of her eyebrows arched up in playful curiosity as she quickly recognized it as one of her own - one that you had taken the last time you had come over to be more comfortable, the thin fabric enough to hint at the contours of your body underneath quickly displaying the lack of anything else between your body and her.

In the dim light, her cheeks flushed as they landed on your chest. The air around you seemed to charge with electricity, a silent tension starting to build itself up as locked away desires ran to the surface. Surely, her eyes were deceiving her in the dim light..

"Hello, darling," her voice came out in a purr, dripping with warmth and affection as she broke away from the thoughts. Her deep tone sent shivers down your spine, only adding to the charge that was building between you two. The impact she had on you was prevalent on your features, a crimson lighting up your cheeks and moving towards your shoulders, engulfing you in a rosy hue as you watcher her devour you with her eyes alone. With a flutter of excitement in your chest, you stepped aside to let her in, eager to lose yourself in the warmth of her presence and the quiet promises of the night ahead.

"Hi, my love. Let me just finish brushing my hair, and I'm all yours," you say as you move deeper into your room. As the door clicks shut behind you, you made your way to your vanity, routine kicking in as you ran the brush through your hair. Much to your surprise, she had followed right behind you, leaving the bottle of wine somewhere in the other room. Her figure appeared in the reflection of the vanity mirror, her gaze meeting yours before taking in your reflection, scanning over your body with a hidden desire. "How was work?"

Her presence made a rush surge through you, your heart echoing in your ears as your thoughts grew hazy, the simplest of acts becoming daunting under the weight of her gaze. She stepped closer as her words left her lips, her hands finding their home at your hips while her lips hovered close to your ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. Some of her fingers smoothed underneath the fabric of your shirt, only making your blush deepen as you relish in her touch. "It was nice today, though it's much better knowing that I'm ending the night with you.. How about you, darling?"

With a sudden surge of confidence, you spin around in her embrace. Your hands smooth up her arms, your fingertips tracing along the contours of her skin before they rest on her shoulders. Beneath your touch, you feel the subtle rise and fall of her chest, your own breaths subconsciously changing to match hers. Her perfume fills your lungs, the intoxicating scent filling you with a warmth and making your head dizzy with a rush of desire, nearly making you forget to answer.

"I can agree.. It's much better with you here," your voice came out breathier than you had hoped, but you quickly pushed the thought away at the feeling of her hands tightening around your hips, pulling you closer.

A comfortable silence filled the room, your eyes lingering on hers as you watcher her take you in for the third time this evening. You watched as they lingered on your lips, tracing the curve of your jawline before trailing down to your neck and coming to rest on your collarbones before landing on your chest. They lingered there for a moment, fixed in some unseen trance, as you watched her swallow hard, her gaze darkening and clouding over with an emotion you hadn't seen in her eyes just yet.

Her tongue darted out to coat her lips, a small gesture that stole your attention and caused your breath to catch in your throat. The sight of her, so close yet seemingly lost in her own thoughts, enamored with thoughts about you, sent a fire building in your abdomen, igniting a flame that simmered beneath the surface. Her voice was just above a whisper, dying out just as quickly as it had escaped to the surface. "You have.."

Seeing her so baffled made a soft chucked leave your lips, but it was quickly hidden away as you caught your bottom lip between your teeth. You didn't know exactly when this day would come, but you'd be lying if it wasn't growing increasingly harder to not think about her touch. Her hands were strong, but oh so gentle when she toyed with you. She always made your chest swell with love in her company, but you wouldn't deny that the look in her eyes was becoming addicting.

"Piercings?" Your voice broke the silence, your hands slowly moving down her arms and landing on the backs of her hands. You guided her hands underneath your shirt, pushing past the thin fabric as her fingers smoothed over your sides and left goosebumps in their tracks. You watched as her gaze moved up with her hands, watching with an intense focus as they came up to cup your breasts.

A shuddering breath left you at the sensation, her thumbs moving on their own and swiping over the piercings and hardened peaks in a way that nearly had you toppling over already. She watched as your eyes rolled back, the piercings making your nipples all the more sensitive, before you finally found your voice to speak again.

"I-I do.. I got them in college and-" It was hard to catch your breath as she continued to toy with you. She used her thumbs to roll around each bud or squeezed them between her index and middle fingers. Each movement sent more and more arousal coursing through you, your cheeks flushing a deep red as your breathing became much heavier. "Riss-"

She watched you with a hungry gaze, felt as your hands squeezed at her wrists in pleasure, saw as your thighs rubbed together to beg for any amount of relief. The small whimpers that she got out of you only fed her lust, fed a burning desire that only craved more.

Her lips crashed into yours as her name left your lips, her body quickly pressing into you as she pinned you against the edge of the vanity. She was quick to explore your mouth with her tongue, starved kisses eating away at every whimper and small moan that you could give her. It was easy to get lost in her touch, to get lost in every kiss that increased the ache between your legs.

Her lips left yours, slowly moving along your jawline and down your neck as she walked backward, pulling you gently with her. After a few steps, the backs of her legs pressed against the edge of your bed, and she was quick to sit down, pulling your onto her lap immediately after. Her hands left your chest in that moment, circling around to your lower back to pull you closer, then moving down to your thighs to make sure you were steady. Your hands rested back on her shoulders, your fingers starting to play with the fabric of her dress and small strands of her hair as one threaded into her updo.

Her lips never stopped worshipping you, never stopped leaving little marks along your neck and collarbones. You felt them barely miss your skin as she moved lower, coming into contact with the neckline of your shirt, and a small growl left her throat. She was quick to face you, her lips just centimeters above yours as her eyes displayed an increasing hunger. Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke, her voice the lowest you've heard it, "Can I take this off?"

"Yes-" Your voice was breathy, full of want, full of the need to feel more of her. Her fingers tightened on your thighs before tracing up your sides, pulling your shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind you. She was quick to place them back on your hips, but her eyes were locked on the pieces of silver on your chest, studying then with lust filled eyes as they rose and fell with every one of your breaths. She licked her lips, her mouth watering as she placed them back against your skin.

She whispered sweet praises after each kiss, her hands smoothing over your thighs and hips as she pulled you impossibly closer. Her tongue swiped over your right bud, circling around the sensitive skin and making your back arch into her. A loud moan left your lips as she captured it in her mouth, one of her hands coming up to toy with the other bud as you melted into pleasure.

You could feel your arousal pool between your thighs, your core squeezing around nothing as she pleasured you with the smallest touches alone. Her lips kissed a path to your other bud, being sure to leave a lingering one above your raging heart. Each lick and suck made another wave of pleasure shoot through you, your fingers gripping onto the fabric of her dress as more moans and whimpers left your lips.

Her other hand slowly inched between your thighs, two of her fingers smoothing over the fabric of your underwear and feeling a damp patch that was only growing. The action made your breath hitch, your hips rolling against her fingers ever so slightly as a plea for more of her. She pushed them up, adding pressure against your core, causing your hips to buck.

"F-Fuck-" Your breathing grew heavy, your face flushed as she skillfully worked you up. Her fingers soon pushed the thin fabric of your underwear to the side, collecting the slick against your folds before pushing into your core. The stretch was delicious, a broken moan leaving your throat as they curled in just the right spot.

She allowed you to chase all of the pleasure she gave you, guiding your hips as you rolled them against her fingers. She loved seeing how easily you came undone, how much of a mess you became because of her.

Your body shuddered with every thrust you met of her fingers, with every roll of your hips, the string tightening in you and threatening to snap as each one made the flame within you rage on. Each touch grew even more delicious, your chest littered with dark marks as her pace only grew faster.

A strong fire lingered behind each thrust of her fingers, her own low groans filling the room every time you clenched around them. The pleasure that took over you made your chest heave, the air being forced out of your lungs in moans as ecstasy came closer and closer.

Just as you felt the crash begin to form, her fingers stilled, making pleas escape your lips as your hips desperately rocked in the chase of pleasure. Your voice was desperate, needy as you begged for her, "Please- pl-please Riss I- *mmph-"

Before it could be completely lost, before you could completely retaliate, you felt her thumb circle around your clit, the pleasure coming back tenfold.

You became a mess on her lap, your moans growing louder and filling the room as her thrusts picked up where they left off, as her thumb circled against your sensitive bud, her eyes scanning over your entire body as she brought you towards a searing pleasure.

She built you up just as quickly as she stole a high from you, her fingers curling in just the right spot to make you see stars. The pleasure she was giving you became all consuming, the rope in you snapping as you came against her fingers.

Your body shuddered, your walls clenching around her fingers as you came. Your moans and whimpers lingered as she helped you ride out your high, her fingers slowly leaving your core just moments after. You watched her with half lidded eyes, your heartbeat hammering in your ears, as she took her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean and groaning at the taste of you.

You were quick to pull her in for a kiss, grabbing the collar of her dress and kissing her with a newfound hunger that was only reciprocated with a moan as you tasted yourself on her lips. When you pulled away, your breathing labored, you saw that the fire behind her eyes was still raging.

A smirk came to your lips as you shifted in her lap. You felt her hands move to either side of your hips as you pushed your torso flush against her. You kissed up her neck, making sure that each one lingered against her skin, as you made your way up to your ear. Your voice was just above a whisper, laced with lust as it came out in a low tone, "Might I return the favor?"

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𝐚/𝐧: HEHE HAHA

AS YOU CAN PROBABLY TELL IVE STARTED ANOTHER SEMESTER OF COLLEGE😭 I haven't been active here AT ALL IM SO SORRY HAHAA

my life has been a little crazy recently but i've actually been really happy :,) school and work as fun as fuck rn and ive been hanging out with my irls more i low key missed it lmao

i dyed my hair to black and grey after having the blonde pieces for YEARS. i missed my dark hair so much im literally thriving

i've been thinking about this req probably too much LOL IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG ANON😭🤍 I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND THAT IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT

xx,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: (tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)

as always, feel free to ask to be added :)

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[ratskinsuit]

Hiii!

Would it be okay to request a Lucifer x Imp!fem!reader? I was thinking something about the reader being insecure about dating Lucifer (either due to the vast difference in social ranking and/or the fact that the reader is short while Lilith was a tall woman) and he comforts her? If not, that’s okay!

Thank you!

My Other Half

Lucifer x Imp fem!Reader

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A/N: I’m so so sorry this took so long to get out. Yk the usual depression and writers block and adhd blah blah blah blah blah. I wrote the end to this at like 3am and was tryna not cry because random depression go brrrrr. Hope you enjoyed though and arnt go mad this took so long!

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Every year, since Lucifer’s falling from heaven, He has hosted a gathering of the finest and most powerful beings in hell, of eating and socializing, a sorrei. Filled with gorgeous women and handsome men, the delicious aroma of hundreds of plates of food wading through the area. Demons laughing and chatting with one another. dressed in the fanciest of suits and gowns. All of them having some high status of power compared to the other, more common folk of the streets.

Even in his depression, Lucifer had still continued to host these parties, yet he had enjoyed none of it. However this was the first time in 7 years that he had someone to bring to it, you, his girlfriend.

You two originally met when you started working for him as an advisor. His work preformence dwindling with his mental health. So Charlie hired you to go help him with his work and choices. And eventually you tow became closer, the relationship no longer being boss and employee.

When hell found out that the Lucifer, the king, started dating an imp, people had some… mixed opinions. The lower class saw it as Lucifer possibly trying to be inclusive, or making fun of them, while th uppers saw it as an embarrassment. Lucifer payed no mind to these comments, and you tried your best not to, but sometimes they got to you.

Your infront of the mirror in your shared bedroom, adjusting your dress. Your weaning a short sleeved red dress with a slit in the side and a V neckline. It goes down to your ankles. Your wearing fishnet stokings with a pair of dark black heels and a matching obsidian necklace.

You brush through your hair with your fingers, and see in the mirror Lucifer entering the room. He looks you up and down and smiles, walking over to you. He’s wearing a white suit with red accents, his red tie, darker than the accent, not yet done. His hair slicked back in a professional manner.

“You look absolutely gorgeous darling,” He coos, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and looking in your eyes in the mirror.

You smile, turning around to look him in the eyes, stroking his cheek. “Not so bad yourself Mr.Devil.” You smirk, fixing some fo his smudged eyeliner on the corner of his eyes . “Only for you my love.” He replies.

He blushes a bit, and you lean forward to give him a quick kiss. It lasts a couple seconds before you pull away pulling a disappointed whine from Lucifer. You snicker, reaching at his chest to do his tie. You smoothly tie it up, adjusting it once done and taking a step back “Perfect.” You smile.

Lucifer positions himself next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, intertwining his right hand with yours. “Ready to go darling?” He asks, kissing your hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The walk down to the banquet hall was pleasant. Not to far from your rooms. Making sense as it’s in the same building. As you two approach, the sound of laughing and conversing grows louder.

At last you two arrive, Lucifer opening the big doors. Everyone turns to him, feeling slightly awkward you scoot a bit behind him. Everyone claps as Lucifer welcomes and thanks everyone for coming.

You study everyone around, feeling out of place surrounded by all these high-class demons. As he finishes his welcoming, you two begin to walk around, Lucifer greeting people as you stand there, next to him. Trying to ignore the judgemental stares of others around you.

As Lucifer chats with other people, they completely ignore your presence, making you feel invisible. You honestly don’t know whether or not to be happy about it though.

After a little bit you and Lucifer are approached by a fancy looking lady. She has bird like features and is wearing a beautiful long dress. Her top is short, white fading to pink, with short puffy sleeves. Her skirt is long and flowing, 3 layered with a feather like texture. The top an off white with a black trim, the second bright white, and the third black layer. All tied together with a bright yellow tiara on her head.

“Lucifer, darling! How have you been?” She comes up, and Lucifer turns to her with a smile as they hug. “Ah Stella, great to see you as always!” He says, pulling back, fixing his shirt.

“Marvelous party, as always my lord.” She smiles, her posture and appearance full of grace, subconsciously making you straighten your own back. “Thank you Stella, I try.” Lucifer laughs, turning to you.

“My dear this is Stella, one of the Goetia Royalty,” he says, waving towards at Stella. You give her a polite smile, ignoring the way her face scrunches up at you. “Very nice to meet you, I love your dress.” You say, complimenting her, but she looks you up and down, judgmentally.

“I didn’t know that the staff was allowed to attend these types of events,” She says slyly, turning to Lucifer. You frown at her comment, wondering if you did something wrong. Lucifer. however just let’s out a chuckle, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Ah well no, but she isn’t actually a worker, this is my girlfriend.” He says, an unmoving smile present on his face.

Stella looks you up and down for a moment before bursting out laughing. She cackles for a moment before calming down and taking deep breath, wiping the tears from under her eyes. “Is..something funny?” Lucifer asks, raising an eyebrow at he behavior.

“You know, if I knew you were that desperate for a partner, I could have set you up with someone. I have loads of hot first-rate friends who you would just adore,” she says, shooting a quick glare in your direction, Lucifer didn’t quite catch; his smile faltering at her words.

“I appreciate it Stella but I’m very happy with who I am with right now.” He says, squeezing your waist. “Well if you ever change your mind just let me know.” She says, glancing at you one last time before wandering off to a group of other people.

As soon as she turns Lucifer looks at you, and you look at him, trying to conceal the sad look in your eyes. “I’m so so sorry about that, she can be a real drama starter sometimes, are you okay love?” He asks, searching you face. “Yeah, I’m used to it don’t worry.” You say, a smile on your face, trying to get past what happened. Lucifer squeezes your shoulder.

“Why don’t we go get some food for now?” He asks, and you nod, the two of you heading to get something to eat.

As you spent more time conversing at the party, you grew more comfortable, and tried to ignore the stares and whispering. Mainly from Stella and her friends, making comments about your class of imps and how you “unruly creatures” and how Lucifer should just ditch you beside it’s embarrassing.

Later into the night, you and Lucifer were chatting with a group of demons that run a large business, you can’t remember what it was about though. Lucifer turns to you. “Hey love, do you think you could get us some more drinks?” He asks sweetly, and when you agree gives you a kiss on the forhead before turning back to the conversation as you walk away.

You head to the table with the drinks, noticing Stella and some of her friends by it. She notices you and turn to her friends as they whisper and giggle, she sends a grin your way.

You choose to ignore it, probably just then talking bad about you again, beliving they won’t do anything.

You head to the table, grabbing two wine glasses about to fill them up, when suddenly you feel something spill all over the front of your dress.

You gasp and turn look down at yourself to see the wine spilled all over your new dress. “Aw, oopsie! So sorry darling, just bumped into the table. But don’t worry, I’m sure you have some clothes that… fit you better right? Like those simple imo clothes?” Stella gives you a fake pouty look, cackling.

Lucifer rushes over to you as tears begin to pool in your eyes. “Oh my god, my dear are you al-“ he tries to reach for you, scanning to see if your okay but you swat his hand away. “I’m fine” you snap, wiping at the tears beginning to fall.

You don’t look behind you, but hear Stella and her friends laughing and the people crowding to see what happened, as you rush to a nearby bathroom.

You scramble into the restroom, slamming the door behind you, locking it. You go over to one of the walls, sinking down to the floor. You rest your face in your hands, as you sobs and cry, ruining your carefully done makeup.

You hug your knees tightly, sniffling and rocking yourself back and forth, your chests heaving with the heavy breaths your taking.

You internally curse yourself for ever thinking your worth the king of hell. You. A simple imp. Your choked sobs die down to sift whispers, yet the tears never stopping streaming down you face.

You bury your face into your knees hander when you hear the door unlock and open, muttering a small “go away.” But they don’t, and you hear the footsteps come closer, stopping infront of you.

“Dear, what’s this about….?” You hear a voice say, peeking up to see Lucifer looking at you, kneeled down. He has a sad look on his face.

“…why me…?” You ask, and Lucifer opens his mouth to speak, furrowing his brows. “Stella’s right, why pick me and not some other better prettier more powerful demon…” you interrupt him, and Lucifer’s face falls.

“Oh darling…” he whispers, holding you and cradling you in his arms. “Why would you think I want someone else..?” He murmurs.

“Because th-there are so many other people that would be better for you..” you cry, leaning against his chest as he holds you tight, the tears beginning to fall faster down your cheeks, chest heaving.

He just shushes you, wiping them away. “My love I chose you, not anybody else..” he says, turning you to look at him with a smile. “I don’t care how powerful you are, your shape, size, color, darling I picked you.” He says, and you start to cry harder, burying your face in his chest. “B-… but why…?”

He just smiles, rubbing hand through your hair, rubbing circles in your back comfortingly. “Because when I met you, you made me happier than I have felt for years..” he says. “And I don’t care about anything else because I love you, no other woman will ever have my heart as the way you have.”

You sniffle, and he rocks you back and forth, his hand going to hold yours. He brings your hand up to his mouth giving it a kiss, before continuing.

“I’m so sorry how Stella treated you, I should have warned you before hand she is very judgey, it’s my fault sweetheart, and I apologize.”

You wipe your tears with the back of your hand. You lean against him as he soothes you. He hugs you tightly, ignoring your wet dress against him, staining his white tux from the red rubbing off. But he doesn’t care and just holds you closer.

“M…I. I’m.. sorry…” you mutter, and he shushes you. “Honey there is nothing to be sorry about. The only people that should be sorry are Stella and the other people who judged you based on what you look like and where you came from.”

“For… ruining the party..” you say, embarrassed, but he just chuckles. “My love that was just a bit of spilt wine. Nothing to fret over. You ruined nothing.”

You two sit there in silence for a moment, embraced in a hug together. “…thank you…” you murmer.

“For what, sweetheart?” He asks. “For… st-staying with me, and dealing with my bullshit… and not judging me…” you say, and he lets out a laugh at your second reason.

“Of course my love, he says turning you head to him and he places a kiss on your forehead.

You two sit there, finding comfort in each others warmth.

After a couple minutes Lucifer speaks. “So, we have two options. One; I can take you up to the room and you hang out there and then when the party is over, I come get you.” He inhaled; letting it sink in. “Or two, you can go to the room and get changed and come back out to see my chewing out Stella, and have a good time at the party.” You laugh at his option 2.

“Two. Definitely two.”

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A/N: this took so long I’m so sorry I have ADHD and procrastinate. But figure out a not-really-kinda schedule. I do a request, then do Headcanons or a story I chose, then request and so on. If you sent a request and it’s in the rules and has not been done yet, it will be done eventually. This wasent as long as I would have hoped but I think it still came out good! Hope you enjoyed, make sure to know you are loved and take care of yourself!

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The Challenge (Part 1)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, strap on (R receiving), oral sex (R receiving), rough sex, mommy kink, degrading, lots of profanity, rope use, spanking, orgasm denial, masturbation.

Summary: You and Natasha come home a little drunk on New Year's Eve with only sex on your mind... but unless you follows Natasha's rules, you won't be getting what you want anytime soon.

Pairing: top Natasha Romanoff x bottom sub!reader

Disclaimer! They're sober enough to give consent.

You followed Natasha into the apartment, your eyes taking in every inch of her body. You had just come back from a New Year's Eve party, the alcohol still buzzing through both of your bloodstreams, fighting away the exhaustion that should've been consuming your bodies at this very moment. She locked the door and you leant against the door frame, your foreheads inches apart. But before you could pull her in to kiss her, she walked away into the kitchen, smiling at your antics. You followed her without a second thought, watching as she reached into the cabinet for a glass of champagne. Natasha was wearing a short, tight skirt and loose blouse, her curves emphasised and her garnet red heels eye-catching against the black and white colours dominating her outfit. You slipped your arms around her waist as she poured you both a glass.

"Don't you think we've drunk enough tonight?" You murmured, pressing a kiss against her earlobe. Her hand rested on top of both of yours, squeezing hard.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" You reluctantly pulled away from her as Natasha grinned, picking up her glass and taking a sip. "Better. It wouldn't be very good if you had to remind you of the rules again, would it?"

"I..." You began before shutting your mouth, the expression on her face burning into your skin. You pressed your fingers into your wrists, your pulse thumping against them. You were in trouble now. But you weren't complaining. She took a step towards you, still holding the glass of champagne, tilting her head to the side.

"Isn't this a shame," she said as you took a step back, "I am going to have to remind you of the rules again Y/n. And now you'll have to face the consequences." You gulped, taking another step back as she took one forward, her eyes locking with yours. You knew exactly what the consequences were, your heartbeat travelling down your body from your chest. You begged for the night to speed up, desperate for what you knew was coming. Natasha tipped the glass back, letting the rest of the champagne run down the glass into her mouth. She placed it down on the kitchen counter, taking a hold of your wrists to stop you stepping away from her again. "Rule number one. Don't touch me unless you tell you to. You have to earn it." You nodded, her grip tightening as she pulled you closer to her. "Rule two. Not a word from those lips unless it's yes mommy or your safe word. Understand?" You nodded again, her nails digging into your skin. "Do I have to remind you of rule number three?" You shook your head. "Then use your words you little whore."

"Yes mommy," you replied, her breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

"Good girl," she whispered, beginning to kiss down your neck. Natasha worked her way down to the top of your dress, her tongue brushing against your cleavage. You bit down on your lip, trying not to let a single sound escape your mouth, knowing that you were breaking rule four. The more rules you broke, the more Natasha would punish you. And in that moment, you wanted your punishment much more than you wanted your reward. She pulled away from your neck, shooting you a dark look. "Did you forget rule number four Y/n?" You shook your head. Her hands slipped around your neck. "Rule three means you use your words when I ask you a question, I shouldn't have to remind you." Her thumbs pressed into your neck and you let out a gasp, before the lack of breath in your body stole your ability to make any more sound. Natasha loosened her grip when you began to choke, looking at you with amusement. "You're so pathetic Y/n." She stepped away from you, taking the second glass of champagne in her hand and taking a sip. You felt a twinge of disappointment and gave her a pout.

"I thought it was for me," you whined. Natasha walked towards you again, her hand moving to your ass, taking another sip from the glass.

"After you broke all my rules? you don't think so Y/n. You'll only let you have some. She took a sip before pulling down your bottom lip with her thumb, her lips connecting with yours and her tongue brushing against your teeth. You could hardly taste the liquid on her tongue but you swallowed all the same as her finger glided down your throat, making contact with your cleavage before she pulled away, finishing the rest of the champagne. You held onto her wrist, trying to reach for the glass before she finished it. She put the glass down, tutting. "You just don't know how to follow your rules, do you? Fine, you'll make you." Natasha patted the kitchen counter. "Up. Now." You thought about disobeying her, wanting to continue pushing the boundaries to see how far they would go. But after seeing the look on her face, you jumped onto the counter in a matter of seconds. She took your arms and wrapped them around her neck, placing her hands on your ass as you wrapped your legs around her waist, carrying you into your bedroom. She forced you onto the bed, straddling you and pinning you underneath her body. Natasha hooked her fingers onto the straps of your dress and pulled them down, letting your dress fall onto the bedroom floor. Her finger pressed against your panties and she raised her eyebrow. "God, you're already so wet," she said, "finish stripping yourself."

"Yes mommy," you said. She went over to the cupboard as you discarded yourself of your panties and unhooked your bra, throwing it away to the side. Natasha came back over to you with handcuffs and a small, pink device. You were overcome with curiosity, wondering what the device was, nearly forgetting about what she had in her other hand until the cold metal wrapped around your wrists, your skin burning from the tightness. "Mommy, this is too tight."

"That's what you get for breaking my rules slut," Natasha said, pulling you up and turning you around before roughly pushing you back onto the bed, slapping the left cheek of your ass. You let out a yell, the sting bringing tears to your eyes. You felt her hand on your mouth. "This is part of your punishment. If you let a single sound escape that pretty mouth of yours, your punishment will be even longer. Understood?" She pulled her hand away long enough for you to answer.

"Yes mommy," you said, your voice stuttering as you fought back a moan, Natasha bringing her hand down onto your right ass cheek. Her hand went over your mouth again, her speed increasing as she spanked you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your skin was sore and felt like it was ablaze yet your entire body was burning with pleasure, the seconds between each slap feeling unbearably long. Her hand pressed more harshly onto your mouth as whines and moans slipped out from your lips. She stopped spanking you as soon as the sound reached her ears. Your heart thumped against your chest when you felt her nails sink into your shoulder and you were rolled onto your back, her other hand forcing up your chin so you had no other choice but to stare into her eyes. Natasha sneered at you.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you? Are you stupid?" she snapped, "or are you just being a bitch?" Your mouth went dry, sweat trickling down your forehead as she hovered over you, waiting for an answer. "I'm letting you speak Y/n."

"I'm being a bitch," you murmured as her finger ran down in between your tits, all the way to just above where you wanted her to be. But it would be a long time before she was anywhere near your cunt and if you broke any more rules, she might not give you what you wanted tonight at all. What you begged for. What your body craved. From now on, you were going to do just as Natasha said. You were going to be her good girl. She straddled your lap.

"God, you're just asking for punishment at this point," she said, "You're such a slut. A silly, little slut that needs to be taught a lesson. Don't you agree with me Y/n?"

"Yes," you said, her hands moving down to your breasts, stopping when they reached your tits.

"Yes what?"

"Yes mommy," you said as she began to apply pressure to your nipples before pinching them, pain shooting through your tits. But you wanted her to do it over and over again. You arched your back, her fingers twisting and squeezing your nipples that were becoming more erect by the second, your pussy soaking the bed sheets. Our lips connected and we exchanged long, hungry kisses, her legs tightening around your waist. Her lips left yours, moving down your neck before taking one of your nipples in her mouth. You moaned as her mouth assaulted your nipple, her fingers continuing to play with the other. You had no idea if you were allowed to moan or not but you couldn't stop the sounds escaping your mouth even if you wanted to. Natasha pulled away, running her hands down your body.

"There's one last punishment left for you little slut," she said, pulling you onto your feet. "Kneel." You got onto your knees without hesitation, anticipation pumping through your bloodstream. You were so close to getting what you wanted. You just had to behave yourself for a little while longer. Natasha removed the handcuff around your right wrist and attached it to the bedpost. My heartbeat froze as she started to unbutton her blouse and pulled down her skirt, revealing red, lace lingerie that matched her heels. She discarded her heels and then slid down her panties, leaving her in just a bra. You could feel your mouth-watering, the floor beneath me beginning to dampen. Natasha's body was fucking stunning. And you wanted every inch of it. "Eyes up here, don't look away," she said, snapping her fingers and diverting your attention away from the rest of her body. "If you break eye contact with me, I'll tease you all night. Do I make myself clear Y/n?"

"Yes mommy," you breathed as Natasha sat on the bed, opening her legs and leaning back so you had a full view of her pussy. She placed the pink device next to her clit and you realised it was a vibrator. You burnt with envy, wishing that the device was you instead.

"See what happens when you break my rules little whore? I make myself cum without you. And you get to hear me moan and see the enjoyment in my eyes while I do." You couldn't believe how unfair she was being. How stupid you had been to break her rules. Natasha was so right. You were such a whore. A pathetic little slut. She turned on the device and you didn't break away from her eyes as she gasped, terrified that you would be punished yet again. You were so wet you could smell your cunt from nearly a metre away and you started to groan at the sound of Natasha's moans, knowing you were getting closer and closer to being the cause of the sound. Closer to hearing your name being uttered between each grunt and moan that escaped her lips. It didn't take long for her to reach her high and she removed the vibrator from in between her legs, gasping for air. Natasha got onto her knees next to you and pressed her face against your forehead, her sweat rubbing against your skin. "You didn't break eye contact once. Good girl, you deserve a reward," she mumbled into your ear, her chest still heaving. She slipped her hand down your arm to undo the handcuff around your wrist before opening her legs and leaning against the bed. "Do you want to taste your cum little slut?"

"Yes mommy," you said, running your tongue along her liquid soaked thigh before exploring her clit and in between her flaps, brushing against her entrance. Natasha took a fistful of your hair and pulled you away and kissed you, her taste on your lips. She sat on the bed, taking a hold of your hips and forced you to step towards her so her mouth was just above where you wanted her to be.

"Leg up little slut." You didn't even hesitate to follow her instructions, a smirk forming on her face at the speed of your obedience. You held your breath as she ran a finger along the tip of your cunt and you shuddered. "God, you really are a slut. Want mommy to see how wet you are for her?" You nodded, biting down on your lip as her tongue ran over your pussy. "You're soaking even though I've hardly done anything to you," Natasha said, starting to kiss the inside of your thighs.

"Please Nat," you said, "not there." You took a fistful of her firey red hair, trying to pull her to where you wanted her to be. She stopped kissing you immediately, reaching around to squeeze your ass. "I think I misheard you Y/n. Am you correct?"

"Yes mommy," you said, reminding yourself to follow her rules.

"Good," Natasha said, kissing your thigh again before nibbling your clit. You rocked against her mouth as she bit down on your clit before her tongue pushed inside of you, thrusting in and out. "Rule number five Y/n." You started moaning her name, her thumb rubbing your clit as her tongue edged you closer and closer to your orgasm. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as her speed increased, fully aware of the consequences of reaching your high before you were told to but also having no idea how you'd stop yourself, the pleasure rattling through your body.

"Mommy, I need to cum," you groaned, your thighs tensing. Natasha held your hips in place, your grip on her hair tightening as your legs quaked, threatening to collapse at any moment. She pulled away just before you reached your high and you whined.

"Not yet Y/n," she said, walking over to the other side of the room, "get on your back." You pulled yourself onto the bed, lying down and staring up at the ceiling, wondering what she was going to do next. How she was going to make you feel.

My clit ached from its denied orgasm and even though you had known she was going to tease you, you were still disappointed that she had pulled away. You hoped you hadn't broken too many of her rules and she wouldn't completely deny you of an orgasm tonight, the regret beginning to build in your stomach. Natasha straddled your lap and you felt something cool against your stomach, your eyes widening when you looked down and saw that she was wearing a strap on. She lifted your chin, smirking.

"Don't get excited yet, you're a long way away from that." It was then that you noticed she had a black, silk blindfold in her hand, the room plunging into darkness as she wrapped it around your head. You felt Natasha's finger run over your jaw and you shivered, kissing her thumb as it glided over your bottom lip, pushing into your mouth. Her other hand ran down your body, flicking your already swollen clit. You groaned. "Let's see how pretty you are being fucked by my fingers." Without warning, her fingers slipped inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot before pulling back out again. You whined, running your hands up Natasha's body, tightening your grip on her shoulders. You wanted to break her no speaking rule more than you wanted to admit but you couldn't, not when her fingers were rubbing your clit, inches away from where you needed them to be. "You want me inside of you, don't you Y/n?" she said, as if she could read your mind.

"Yes mommy," you said, a gasp escaping your mouth as her fingers curled against your sweet spot, pulling away yet again. You dug your nails into her shoulders. Please just give me what you want, I'm begging you Natasha. I’ll do anything.

you felt her mouth on your stomach, sucking your skin and leaving a mark, her fingers running through your folds, still avoiding the place you needed her to be. She stopped suddenly, her finger lingering over your clit. "Then beg," she said into your ear.

"Please mommy, let me cum over your fingers like the filthy, little slut I am, please. I'll do anything to scream your name as you fuck me until I can't walk mommy."

"Hmm, let me think about it," she said and you whined, pushing your hips up into her fingers. You would do anything for her to give in to your begging. You wanted her more than you had ever wanted anyone, knowing all too well that she could give you overwhelming pleasure and the longest orgasms you had ever experienced. She finally gave you what you wanted, her fingers plunging inside of you, curling over your sweet spot repetitively. "You can moan now slut. Let mommy hear all the pretty noises you can make." My fingers dug deeper into her skin, probably drawing blood, as Natasha continued to curl her fingers, matching the rhythm of your hips as you rocked them against her. Her other hand held the back of your neck, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses on your upper stomach as you grunted and moaned beneath her. You were so close this time, sure she would be merciful and let you ride through your high. "Do you want to cum slut?" You nodded, your chest heaving and pleasure pumping through each vein of your body. "Words Y/n."

"Yes mommy," you moaned, her pace quickening with your hips, "please mommy, I've been a good, little slut. Let me cum." Just before you expected her to give you the command to cum, her fingers stopped moving and she pulled them away. You whined as she slipped her body off of yours, denying you of an orgasm for a second time. You were about to speak before you felt her finger on your mouth.

"Shh Y/n," Natasha murmured into your ear, "I might let you cum soon but you have to do everything I say. So no talking unless it's 'yes mommy' from now on, just like I taught you."

"Yes mommy," you replied immediately. You felt her untie the blindfold covering your eyes and it fell away, Natasha discarding it onto the floor. My stomach was enveloped with butterflies as you looked up into her face, Natasha's deep, jade eyes pouring into yours. There were beads of sweat on her forehead and her hair was a mess, somehow making her look even hotter than she already was. You slipped your arms around her neck and kissed her, feeling Natasha reciprocate as she deepened the kiss. You pulled away, dizzy from the lack of oxygen before her soft, scarlet lips lingered above your mouth again, teasing you. The things you would sacrifice for the promise that these lips would always find their way to yours. Natasha grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, your mouth opening just enough so she could slip her tongue inside, her lips finally colliding with yours again. Her pace became hungry and your lips became more desperate, hers burning with lust. She pulled away from you, taking your hands and pinning them above your head.

"Look at the mirror and don't take your eyes off me," she said, blowing air onto your neck, cooling the beads of sweat on your skin for a brief second.

"Yes mommy." You turned your head to look at her reflection in the mirror, Natasha's lips sucking on the skin of your neck and you whimpered as she brushed the strap on over your entrance. You squirmed in her grip, desperate to touch her but her fingers tightened around your wrists. She tutted.

"Bad fucking girl. Don't try and touch me." She began to circle your clit with the strap on as you watched her in the mirror, kissing down your neck. You moaned as Natasha ran her strap on through your folds, trying to keep in control of yourself. You needed her inside you so badly, the anticipation killing you. You wanted to beg her, tell her to give her what you needed but you couldn't break her rules, you couldn't face the consequences. You wouldn't be able to handle any more edging, your pussy growing increasingly sensitive and sore as she continued to tease you. The friction against your clit stopped and you groaned, closing your eyes in frustration. You yelped as Natasha slapped you, gripping your face with her hand. "I told you not to take your eyes off you. Are you a brat Y/n? Do you need fucking hard to remind you to behave?" You stared up at her.

"Yes mommy," you said, gasping when you felt the tip of the strap on pushing into your entrance. You bucked up your hips to try and sink it deeper into you but Nat removed it immediately, slapping you again.

"You fucking whore," she said, "You're so desperate, it's embarrassing. Are you not embarrassed Y/n? That you want me to fuck you so bad? Do you want me to show you what you're asking for? Can you take it?" Her finger rubbed your clit.

"Yes mommy."

"Good girl," Natasha said, sinking the strap in you as you held back a scream, pain shooting through your entire body before you were overcome with pleasure. She slipped out of you before thrusting inside you again, hitting your g-spot immediately. "Look at yourself in the mirror, look at how pretty you are when I fuck you." My eyes collided with your reflection as Natasha sunk the strap even deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Her lips went back to kissing and sucking your neck, leaving marks all over your skin. Just when you thought she couldn't go any faster, Natasha began to thrust even harder at a quickened pace, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were a moaning mess beneath her, your orgasm already building. "Tell me what you are," Nat whispered in your ear.

"I-"

"Full sentences."

"I'm-" You moaned. "Your- little- s-slut mommy. I-" You gasped, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, knowing you couldn't hold your orgasm off for long. "I'm a dirty-" You clenched around the strap, "b-bratty whore-" Mascara streaked down your face, your make up ruined by your tears, "who is d-desperate to h-have- her fuck holes p-pleasured by her- mommy." You threw back your head, tearing your eyes away from the mirror, Nat's tongue brushing over your nipple.

"Don't cum yet." You shook your head. You had to, you couldn't take it any longer. Natasha sank her teeth into your nipple, her nails digging into the skin of your wrists. "If you want to cum, beg for it."

"Please, Natasha... mommy let your little slut cum." You let out a loud moan, your mouth falling into an 'O' shape. Natasha finally nodded.

"Cum for me little slut." You screamed her name as she helped you through your high, her hands loosening around your wrists. When you began to cool down, she slipped out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you. We both gasped for breath, your hands that were finally free intertwining with her hair. She slid her finger through your folds and brought it to her mouth to taste you. She closed her eyes.

"You taste so sweet my little slut." You rolled on top of her, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Now it's your turn," you said, running your finger down her body but she pushed your body off her without hesitation.

"I'm not going to give in easily like you," she said, standing up and starting to dress herself. You felt a sudden confidence soar through you and you pushed yourself off the bed, sliding your hands around her neck.

"You know you want me," you said, "You can't resist me. I promise you I can have you on your knees begging for me to touch you if I want to." Natasha smirked, doing up the last two buttons of her shirt and pulling up her slacks.

"Is that a challenge Y/n?" You brushed your thumb over her bottom lip, watching her pupils dilate.

"Yes. And I'm going to win. You'll see." Nat stepped away from you, walking towards the door.

"We'll see about that. But not tonight. Go to sleep Y/n."

[thepeonysbackup]

Cheek to Cheek

Summary: After a rough day, Alastor decides to take your happiness into his own hands, or moves to be precise!

Warnings: Fluff!! WIP!!!

Request: Yes/No

Songfic!!!: ♬♬♬

At this point, you were boring a line into the floor from how much your heels clicked against the tile flooring, only going quiet every few seconds you walked over your fuzzy white and purple rug. "She had the audacity to point that smug ass angelic weapon into my face while she was at it. Claiming I want to make trouble when all I've done for the hotel is support her girlfriend with everything I have?! Doesn't she realize that if I wasn't trying I would be out hopping rooftops, shoplifting, and running these streets lawless like how I was seven months ago?!" The soft hum from Alastor spurred you on to continue as you turned around again, this time stopping because you felt done, chest rising and falling while you stood relaxed. "Sounds to me like you were rather dreadful." That caught you off guard, "What..?"

The sudden flick of the radio dial, the click so loud it made you jump as the music started to play. Alastor's shadow smiled mischievously from the ceiling for its choice, as he stood he walked over to you with his eyes closed and smile ever present before he took hold of one of your hands and pulled you near.

'Heaven.. I'm in heaven... And my heart beats so– that I can hardly speak..

And I've seem to find the happiness I seek.. When we're out together, dancin' cheek to cheek.'

To your surprise, the steps were slow, merely the both of you slowly turning to the music and swaying with one another to the beat. His hand gently held yours, eyes now opened to stare intently down at you as he spoke, "My Dear, if I had ever met you while you were behaving in such a manner I promise you we would not have gotten off on the proper foot." His smile turned soft as he spun you and pulled you back into him, your back to his chest while he held your waist merely for a moment but long enough for his touch to be burned into your mind.

'I'm in Heaven, and the cares I had through the week, seems to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak.. When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

Oh I'd love to climb to mountains, reach the highest peak. But it doesnt thrill me half as much as dancin' cheek to cheek.

Oh I'd love to go out fishing, in a river or a creek, but I enjoy it half as much as dancin cheek to cheek.'

"Now Darlin' dance with me~ I want my arms around you, these chaaarms about you will carry me throoough, is heaven!~" He sang out, making you laugh a tad as he truly put in effort as he spun you out again, posing dramatically on one knee while pointing towards you. He wanted you to continue the second part, which since it was only the two of you, you obliged to. "Take it away doll, sing it!"

"Heavenn, I'm in heaven!~ And my heart beats so, that I can hardly speak~~

       And I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together dancing Cheek to cheek!!~"

He laughed along with you when you finished, gently pinching your cheek while leaning back down to your level as he did. "See that's the one right there," He mused with enthusiasm, quickly capturing your lips for a mere moment before pulling back with a wide grin on his face at you own genuine smile of disbelief, "That little one right there most definitely is my favorite, please wear it more often dear. A dance will always bring out a smile, never hesitate to seek me out if ever you are in need of one again, my darlin'. Til we meet again." And with that he was gone in the flash of his shadow, slithering away under your doorway.

   What just happened?

[ellephlox]

Head Over Heels

Summary: It's technically not your fault that you sprained your ankle, but Matt's annoyed with you anyway (at least, he pretends to be annoyed with you — but you know better).

Pairing: Matt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A few swears, but otherwise just a whole lot of whumptober fluff!

"You're going to hurt yourself."

"I am not."

"I just heard you nearly fall over in the bathroom—"

"Because I'm rushing, Matt, that's what happens when your partner holds you captive for too long in bed and makes you late for work!"

Matt was in the process of buttoning his work shirt, a task that you noticed was taking him nearly triple the time it usually took, because his attention was entirely on you. "No one at the presentation will care if you're not wearing heels, sweetheart."

"I care!" You jangled your keys, checked your pockets again for your wallet, and slipped on a jacket. "It's a fashion thing. High heels equal professionalism."

"I like to think that I'm a professional lawyer, and not once in my life have I ever had to wear high heels to court."

"You're overreacting. I'm like a gymnast in heels. Ready? Watch this."

Your stilettos clacking against the floor, you performed several twirls, rotating as though you were a ballerina. For the first few, Matt said nothing, but then he reached out and stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder.

"The heels sound like precarious twigs," he said.

"They're not precarious and they're not twigs. They're pretty." For added effect you started to skip by him towards your purse.

"Just — please stop," Matt said, finishing with his last button and gesturing downward. "Walk like a normal person, at least?"

"Don't worry. I wasn't planning on skipping into the office," you assured him. "Look, I'll see you for lunch, okay? I've got to split."

"Twelve o'clock. And also promise me you won't twirl like that during your presentation," he said, and leaned in to kiss you before you left.

It was another of those impossibly busy days when you and Matt wouldn't be able to spend much time together. He was going to be in court the entire afternoon, and you had a major annual presentation for work, meaning that you'd both be out overtime and wouldn't get home until late. The bright side was that you both had an opening at noon to meet at a small diner in Hell's Kitchen and catch up over lunch.

You cursed your high heels as you tried to speed down the stairs of Matt's apartment. They really weren't conducive for someone who was running late. Halfway down, you lost your footing; the stem of the heel missed the edge of the step and you jolted downward.

And, mercifully, caught yourself on the railing.

Knowing for certain that Matt was listening to you and likely heard your misstep — as well as the way your heart was hammering from the adrenaline of nearly falling down a flight of stairs — you muttered aloud, "See? Everything's fine," and continued on your way. Shortly after, your phone vibrated with a text from Matt:

Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Laughing to yourself, you stowed your phone back in your purse.

And the high heels did work out, for most of the morning. You gave your presentation and then buried yourself at your desk in paperwork, confined to work for the rest of the day on everything you'd fallen behind in while prepping for the presentation. You couldn't help but glance at the clock every ten minutes; noon was going to be the breath of fresh air in an otherwise stressful day.

Fifteen minutes to noon you got up from your desk and made your way out onto the street. The sun was shining, a soft balmy breeze carried the fragrance of blooming lilacs as you passed a small garden, and plush clouds drifted overhead idly.

And then, just as you were hurrying to crossing the street — technically the pedestrian light was red, but you had a solid seven seconds before the approaching car would actually reach you — there was an ominous snap, and you found yourself falling onto the pavement, your ankle rolling in the process.

Well, not just rolling. It felt more like your ankle was jerked down into a direction it definitely shouldn't have been in, accompanied by a soft pop and a flaring of sharp, throbbing pain.

The car that you would have easily made it past had to brake, honking angrily at you, and you waved vehemently in apology as you struggled to your feet — shit shit shit that hurts — and hobbled out of the street.

"Bitch!" the man shouted from his window as he accelerated by you, tossing a middle finger at you.

Usually that would probably be enough to ruin your day, being yelled at by a stranger, but you were much more preoccupied with the stabbing pain in your ankle. Did I break it? Should sprains hurt this much? You stared, stunned, at the broken stiletto that was half-dangling from your shoe. It had simply snapped in half, for no reason at all.

"Traitor," you muttered to it, taking shelter in the shade of a building to assess your ankle. Gingerly you tried touching it, but it flashed with pain as you pressed on it. Inhaling deeply and tilting your head backwards — do NOT cry don't cry don't cry don't cry— you began to continue your way to the diner.

Matt wasn't going to be happy about this. And you already knew there was no way you could hide it from him. You were limping so badly that it was difficult to walk; each movement felt as though you were tearing your ankle again. If you could arrive at the diner first and get yourself seated, then maybe you had a small chance of the injury going unnoticed, but your limping must have delayed you just enough, because you could see Matt through the window of the restaurant — he'd already arrived.

And his head was already tilted in a way that meant, yep, he's definitely onto me, he can already hear me.

"Hi," you greeted him weakly as you walked in, ignoring the fact that tears were spiking in your eyes. Matt was already on his feet, grabbing his cane almost as an afterthought and approaching you quickly.

"I didn't think it was you at first," he said, quietly so that other patrons in the diner wouldn't hear. "Your gait was so different. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's not so bad," you said, knowing he'd hear right through the lie, but not caring much in the moment.

"Let me feel it."

There was no sense in objecting; Matt, you knew, wouldn't be satisfied until he'd done his radar scanning of it so that he could know precisely what was going on in your ankle. "Okay," you agreed. "But let's use the bathroom. These people trying to enjoy their meals don't need to see you feeling up my ankle."

It was a single-user bathroom, fortunately. Matt entered first and held the door open for you, and only once it was shut and locked did he abandon his cane and stoop by your feet. You leaned against the sink as his fingers grazed your ankle.

"What's my diagnosis, Mr. X-Ray?" you asked, trying to come off as playful, but it was hard hiding the pain in your voice. It didn't help that Matt wasn't having it. He stood up, hands on his hips, jaw twitching.

"You fully tore the ligament," he said. "I told you that those heels would get you hurt."

"Whoa, excuse me. This was not my fault. I didn't trip. The heel just happened to snap on me, so it is one hundred percent, completely, utterly, not my fault."

"You knowingly wore dangerous shoes," Matt insisted.

"Stilettos aren't inherently dangerous, Matt! They're shoes! I just got a bit unlucky—"

"Unlucky? You can hardly walk."

"I'm fine," you said, a bit more firmly, and tried, recklessly, to do the twirl you had done that morning to prove it, but had to stop immediately because it sent a rocketing flare of pain through your leg. "Ow. Shit."

Matt steadied you instinctively. "You should take the rest of the day off and go to the doctor."

"No way. I'm so far behind in work. Besides, I'm good once I'm sitting, it's just walking that's hard."

Matt said nothing at first, but helped you get from the bathroom to the booth, one hand loosely holding his cane and the other supporting you as you leaned on him. You were grateful for his strength practically holding you up; already your ankle was swelling and walking alone would have made a scene. Still, it earned a few stares from several of the other people eating in the diner, but you ignored them.

"I guess I should clarify," Matt said, only once you were seated. "You are taking the rest of the day off."

You furrowed your brow, outraged. "You can't tell me what to do."

"And I'd really recommend seeing a doctor," he continued, "because—"

"Last week you—" You realized your voice was loud and lowered it to a whisper. "Last month you came flopping onto the bed at three in the morning, gasping for breath because you fractured a rib, and when I begged you to see a doctor, you said, 'I'm fine. Don't worry about me so much.' Don't you see how much of a hypocrite you are?"

"I don't care whether or not I'm a hypocrite, I care that you go to the doctor," he said, then added, "But if you don't, you're at least not going back to work. You need to rest, elevate the ankle, and ice it."

You bit your lip. "What if I simply refuse?"

"Then I'll call Claire and make her come pay us a visit tonight to check on you."

The thought of burdening Claire with having to make a trip out to Matt's apartment just for your sake was enough to make your cheeks burn. "You wouldn't."

"I would," he said. "Unless you at the very least stay home the rest of the day and ice your ankle."

"I can't believe you." You fell into silence, punctuated only by the waitress coming to take your beverage orders. Once she left, you tried to brighten things a bit, because Matt's mouth was curved in such an unhappy frown that it was beginning to stress you out. "At least it wasn't my favorite pair of stilettos. If it had been, I might be tempted to try super-gluing the heel back on."

It didn't seem to improve his mood, because Matt didn't smile. "I'd prefer if you just stuck to flats from now on."

"That's a lie. I know you love my heels," you said, impetuously leaning across the table to grab his hands. "You may not be able to see my legs, but I know you can sense them, and I know that stilettos make them, like, ten times sexier."

"You know what's not sexy? A sprained ankle."

"Wow. Thanks for really bulldozing my self-esteem." You paused. "If my ankle makes me so un-sexy, then maybe I'll just... sleep on the couch tonight instead. Wouldn't want you to be near me if I'm all sprained-ankle-ish."

"You're impossible."

"I have a better idea. I can be bait," you said, watching Matt's expression carefully. "I'll stumble out onto the streets tonight — you know, all 'Woe is me, I've got a sprained ankle' — and that'll attract every mugger in the vicinity, seeing a vulnerable girl alone. They won't be able to help themselves, they'll just be dying to come over and rob me. And then, lo and behold! Daredevil dives in and catches all of Hell's Kitchen's criminals in one fell swoop."

Sure enough, you could see an irritated amusement in Matt's mouth, the type that meant he was torn between smiling and getting annoyed. "I'll agree to that plan when Foggy learns how to meditate for more than five minutes at a time."

The waitress arrived and took your orders. You sipped on the water she had delivered, your eyes not leaving Matt's face.

"What is it?" he said, finally. "You're dying to say something."

"Yeah. I want you to admit that it's not my poor high heels you're angry with. You're just worried about me."

"Can't it be both?"

"Leave my high heels out of this and admit it, Matt."

"Fine. I'm worried about you. Does that make you happy?"

"Sure does," you said, squeezing his hands and smiling. "By the way... did I ever mention that I'm head over heels in love with you?"

"Oh, my God."

A/N: This was just a short piece inspired by two separate asks I received that fit together quite well:

Prompt 1: hi!!! could you do a hurt/comfort where reader breaks her heel and sprains her ankle while walking home and matt finds her??

Prompt 2: May I request a Matt fic? I've been seeing girls on YouTube that test their heels out by running around in front of their s/o, and I thought it would be really funny with a clumsy reader and Matt having an absolute heart attack. Thanks!

Just realized that I completely altered the first prompt by having them meet at a diner rather than Matt finding her, so I apologize! I hope it was still alright to read :) happy whumptober, everyone!

[milliesfishes]

꣑ৎ౨ৎthrowing a halloween party as coriolanus' first lady (part two)꣑ৎ౨ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The contents of your list hadn't stopped banging around in your head for the last few weeks. Every second you were awake you were thinking, planning, imagining something to do with your party.

You felt as though you were moving in slow motion while the rest of the world raced by. And some days it was the other way around. Either way, time did not move the way it was supposed to, and you suffered for it.

Now as you looked at the various papers spread across your desk, it was like the clock was taunting you. Leaning back in your chair, you tried to view it all from a higher perspective. It felt like a mess now but maybe it would be better put together?

Running a hand through your hair, you shut your eyes briefly, trying to ward off the headache that had been pounding at your head for two days. The flowers, the food, your costume. Your eyes flew open. Your costume. You needed to go pick it up so ensure the measurements were correct.

Standing up so quickly that spots dotted your vision, you smoothed the front of your sleek sweater dress and searched for wherever you'd discarded your shoes. Sudden movements only made your head pound worse but still you rushed. There was no time to slow down.

Even as you sook out your heels, you were going over details. Make sure it's the right brand of champagne, approve the decoration sketches-

Aha. You reached for one black heel, cramming it onto your foot and doing the same with the other. Maybe after stopping at the seamstress you could pop into the flower shop instead of calling them back. Surely it'd be better to view the arrangements in person?

Standing up straight, you turned to the nearby floor-length mirror, straightening your dress. It had gotten rumpled from sitting down for so long. Behind you, the door opened and your husband appeared, shutting it behind him.

"Coryo," you greeted absentmindedly, raking your fingers through your hair as a makeshift brush.

He stood behind you, setting his hands on your waist, but you made no movement to turn into him or tilt your cheek up for a kiss as usual. "Sweetheart."

"I've got to head out," you said, stepping out of his grasp to snatch your handbag from the floor by your desk chair. "But I might be back before dinner."

"Where to this time?" He sounded a little wary, but you brushed it off. All this time you'd been carefully piecing together your event he'd been quietly supportive, asking you tentatively about what you wanted to be asked about, which was very little. But you could feel him growing worried and you weren't sure why.

"Seamstress. Then to look at the flowers." You brushed it off, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm not sure how long it'll take. And when I get home I have to go over a few more things, maybe call the catering and ask them-"

"Darling." Coriolanus took you by the arms, his blue eyes boring a hole into you. "You need to relax. Stop for a minute."

"I can't," you said hurriedly. "I'm behind. And there's still so much to do." Taking in a deep breath, you squeezed your fist, manicured nails digging into your palm for a moment before you released. "I'm fine."

"I've watched you running around for nearly a month," he countered, still holding you by the arms. "You should take the night off. I feel like I haven't seen you when you aren't asleep in weeks."

"You can see me after the party's over." But that didn't work on him, and he smoothed that same stubborn strand from your eyes and exhaled softly.

"Darling..." he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "You've been doing such a good job with everything but you're going to wear yourself out."

"I want everything to be perfect," you insisted, fussing with your purse strap. "I don't have time to stop-"

"Hey." Coriolanus tilted your chin up, looking you right in the eye. "It's okay. No need to get worked up over something like this." He rubbed your cheek. "Sweetheart. You're going to leave all this in here and come with me."

"No!" The forcefulness of the word surprised both of you. You tried to remedy it. "I'm sorry...I just...I can't. I need to do this."

He must have seen the determination in your eyes. Or maybe those blue eyes could stare straight into your soul, and see the new dreadful feeling that was poking its head from where you'd shoved it so many times. Either way, now Coriolanus was gently pulling you to sit back down, taking your bag and setting it to the side.

You stared at your lap until he knelt and took both your hands, squeezing them lightly. When you looked up at him, his eyes tore it all from your lips.

"If I don't do a good job..." your lower lip began to tremble.

"You will do a good job," he cut in, rubbing your hands with his thumbs. Coriolanus' brow furrowed and he reached up to cup your cheek with one hand. "Is this what all this is about?"

Silence. You nodded, blinking quickly to still the tears in your eyes, an effort that did not work. Coriolanus hummed, stroking your cheek.

Then in a quick movement, he stood up, bringing you to your feet too. Before you could ask what he was doing, he crushed you to his chest, holding your head to his shoulder. You let out a little cry at that, arms twining around his waist and hugging him close. All the tension and stress from the past few weeks came pouring out of you in the form of tears, and it was almost relieving.

"I'm going to run you a bath," he murmured, lips finding the top of your head. "And then we're going to relax. You can pick up where you left off some other time. But tonight is for us."

Melting in his hands, all you could do was nod. He rubbed your back soothingly, ironing the places where your dress had bunched up. You sighed, some of the pieces of your mental list tearing away and dissipating into smoke. Breathing in once, his rosy scent engulfed you. It was his flowery soap. Your favorite smell in the world.

He filled your bath in the room adjacent to his own, wanting you to step further away from your work, you gathered. There, soaking in his pale porcelain bathtub, you began to relax for the first time in who knew how long.

Coriolanus sat with you, pulling a chair from the other room and propping it close, obliging when you reached out a hand for him. He kissed your knuckles, letting you grasp his fingers even though yours were wet.

It all began to spill out the more you sat with him. What had been causing all the stress in your mind and body this last week was now in the air, and he listened intently.

"What's your costume, sweetheart?" he asked, smiling as you played with his hand, bubbles frothing at your wrist.

"An angel," you said, looking away shyly with a smile.

Squeezing your hand, Coriolanus stroked your thumb with his own. "Well isn't that perfect?" It made you giggle, maybe the first time you'd laughed in a long time.

Later he had you wrapped up in his arms, cozy under the plush blankets as he ran his fingers through your hair. You breathed easy now, every semblance of tension wrung out of your body with nothing remaining but exhaustion.

"Go to sleep, darling," he whispered, kissing your damp hair.

The covers smelled like him. You shifted your bare legs, smooth against the sheets, and let your eyes fall shut. He whispered that he loved you before you passed out.

And you could feel it surrounding you, breathing air into your lungs and soft under your back.

How much he loved you.

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

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[nouearth]

autumn reminders.

bruce wayne x male reader.

summary: in the start of autumn, you surprise bruce with lunch because he hasn't been taking care of himself.

wc: 1.3k. warnings: fluff, kinda angst(?), comfort! fic, established relationship, mentions of food, bruce is overworked, he's also horny, worried!reader, touchy!bruce, husband!bruce.

a/n: a short little one-shot because i miss writing for bruce! and autumn is finally here, so i can finally wear my sweaters!! idk, i feel bad for not updating as much, and i also didn't want to only update with smut, lol. but i hope you guys enjoy it! <3 maybe i'll write something about pumpkin spice coffee soon!

the building absorbed the heavy clacks of your suede oxfords as you ambled along the halls. tall windows lined by your side, illuminating you in the afternoon with every step, and occasionally, you’d pause to snap a photo at the autumn vista. it was approaching quick: the cooler weather, the stronger gales, and the changing leaves. while you loved the season most for bringing out your sweaters and coats—most importantly, the autumn season brought in curated festivals, decoration, and your favorite: the autumn menu.

“oh—mister wayne, do you need help with that?” an employee was quick to turn on his heel as you passed by him, but he caught in in four steps, wide-eyed when you turned at the sound of his voice.

“no, it’s all right! figured this would be my punishment for skipping out arm-day!” though you struggled maintaining the weight of several paper bags in your arms and two coffee cups, a smile of assurance and a thumbs up, barely visible in between the grasp of the cup and the height of the bags, reluctantly sent the employee on his way to his duties.

the smile on your face was radiant, much more than a few seconds ago. it’s been almost a year, but it hasn’t gotten old yet—being called mister wayne.

it only took a few more minutes, a fresh bruise to the elbow when you bumped into a wall, and then a scare when you almost dropped your coffee before you were at bruce’s door. before you could put the bags and cups down to open it, it flew open with a confident swing and you jolted from the gentle ambush, hugging the paper bags closer to your body to still the weight.

“why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” the ache in your arms was immediately relieved once you stepped inside bruce’s office, the latter taking a bag for himself and setting it on his coffee table after locking the door closed.

“were you watching the security cameras again?” you followed, setting the other bag next to it, as well as the two coffee cups before then stretching your arms above your head, a pleasurable groan kicking a strum from your throat.

“well, yes—wanted to see if you could make it up here without getting lost.” bruce chuckled, reaching out to firmly squeeze your tense shoulders twice. “but the secretary also told me you were heading up.” you groaned again, at the confession and the aggressive touch, playfully flicking his hands away while you were bent over to disperse the takeout from the paper bags. but bruce persisted with a firmer grasp, massaging your shoulders when he lined behind your figure. 

“you’re kidding! she promised me she wouldn’t!“ the rigid touch of bruce’s hands eventually wandered off into gentle squeezes to your sides, waist, and bottom. your chest rose for a deep inhale, glancing at the locked door as you stood straight again, and then deflated, exhaling, when a single hand found its home on your stomach, warm and heavy on the layers of clothing, only to escape when it took slow dive to the compress of your belt, nudging the sturdy leather with his fingertips.

there was a sudden weight on your left shoulder. he hooked his chin over the narrow muscle to peek over at his hands fiddling with the leather strap, kissing your neck in midst of the fidgeting. “shouldn’t have bought you this—it was easier when you had that cheaper belt.”

“I knew you’d come around to the idea of second-hand clothing!” the surge of veins in your neck as you laughed vibrated against his lips, and bruce joined you in quiet chuckles, his arms holding you tight when he finally unbuckled your belt.

there was a satisfied sound from bruce, sinking into your skin as he continued on kissing your neck, when he removed your belt, and as much as you wanted your husband right now, the ache down south aiding this frustration as it demanded you to ignore the smell of the cooling takeout, your stomach grumbled when the aroma of the sandwiches was resolute and stung your nostrils. the smell of deli meat unfurled in the air to claim its next victim, and the sound of bruce’s stomach groused after.

“lunch first.” you rolled your head back into his shoulders, matching his doting gaze with a smile as you admired his looks for the nth time since you’ve met him. “year is ending soon, so i know you have a lot of late meetings to attend to.”

bruce’s slicked-back hair revealed more of the fine wrinkles on his forehead and emphasized the sharpness of his features. you were embarrassed to admit that upon first meeting him, you were too intimidated by his presence to revel in his beauty like everyone else did. even when you’ve gotten to know him, it had always been his story that had stoned you by his side.

“i know, i’m sorry. I’ll try to come home early, but i can’t promise that.”

now that you’ve read every chapter of his life up to this point, you could finally take the time to appreciate how handsome he was. beyond surface level features, you could allude every small detail on his face to the novel of bruce wayne, down to every page, because you were a part of his life now. your hand cupped his cheek as your thumb laved over his eye-bags, tender in its warm stride. bruce hummed, leaning into your palm and watching you silently as seconds went by.

“don’t apologize! i’ll visit you when you have time, yeah? don’t overwork yourself too. alfred’s been nagging at me to bring you meals, so consider this part of your daily routine now! and you’ve been skipping out on dinner because of—”

it was like he knew what you were about to say, about his double-life as a vigilante. your gaze grew concerning. he had noted how your brows knitted together when you were reluctant to say something, when something had been bothering you. 

when the words caught in your throat, bruce seized the opportunity to kiss your worries away instead. it made him feel better—knew it made you feel better—even if it was temporarily, and he pressed harder into your lips, kissing every corner of flesh until his own worries regarding your safety had briefly perished.

bruce was never good with his words.

he pulled away with a delighted sigh, leaning his forehead onto yours once he turned you back around, and his palms immediately found themselves warming your flushed cheeks. "i'll be okay."

but he was willing to try, for you.

"i have no doubts about that. i just need you to be extra, extra okay." the image of a bloodied bruce months ago still haunted you in your wake, but it only took a gentle press of bruce's palms to reel you back into the haven of his arms.

bruce laughed, and upon noticing that it only raised another level of fret within you, a deeper ribbon threading your eyebrows closer, he pressed the tip of his nose to yours like he did the very first time he held you, and kissed your lips again.

"i'll be extra, extra, extra okay." he assured with your tired murmurs, and you sighed into them as if they were a lullaby, sinking into his arms completely.

your lips danced with his in a slow and calming waltz, and you shuddered when the breeze from the acceleration of your pulse surged though your chest. bruce held you closer to his body, pressing the swell of your heart to his own and puzzling every individual beat until they fused as one, pulsated into one another.

“so, sandwiches, huh? does alfred know that i’m eating terrible? something that isn't from his own hands?"

“not if you tell him, asshole.”

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[sim0nril3y]

Your Flat

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: It's date night and Simon invites himself over to your flat to pick you up and he finally sees that chaos that you're living in, along with your artwork. Note: Set in 2014 Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), teasing, smut, P in V, Simon being his usual guarded self, canon-typical swearing.

Friday night. It was date night – something one night that you had jokingly called it and now it had begrudgingly become part of his own vocabulary too. It was now the thing in the week that Simon was beginning to look forward to the most. There had been no conversation of commitment but Simon knew that he liked spending time with you. Actually, you were consuming his mind outside of spending date nights with you. Deep down a voice continued to tell him that this was all a bad idea and that your safety was being risked but that voice was beginning to become more and more quiet as each day passed.

This would be the first time that Simon would see your flat. It had been the only thing you had been fairly secretive about. Rapping his knuckles loudly against the door Simon smirked to himself as he heard a flurry of sound from behind it. It swung open swiftly and witnessed you rushing in the opposite direction down the hallway, minus a few items of clothes. “You’re early!” That had been intentional, otherwise you’d had met him in the carpark and he’d never been able to set foot in your flat. “Come in!” You coaxed from your bedroom.

Entering your flat Simon was instantly overwhelmed by the sheer chaos of the place. It was small but it was full of clutter and art supplies, they were littering almost every surface. There was laundry slung over every door and radiator, hanging off the backs of chairs and on hangers over doorways, interestingly every place but the airer designed for it which was instead housing some of your drying canvas’. “Jesus, kid…”

“I didn’t realise I’d have company!” You hollered from your bedroom, sounding breathless behind the door, bumping into objects and fussing over trying to find something appropriate to wear. "I'm sorry!" You tagged on quickly.

In your lounge area there was one particular space that caught his attention. There were stacks of canvas’ placed against one another, an old looking easel, rows of different paints and brushes. Oh, so this must have been where you created your artwork and those canvas’ must have been the finished pieces. Simon took great care as he stepped into that little shrine and began to inspect them. It wasn’t like he understood art anyway. Looking at some pieces made him feel certain ways. It was invoking emotions – wasn’t that what art was supposed to do? Fuck, he wasn’t some connoisseur but he could see that you were very talented. “Right, I’m-” Your flustered frame bound around the corner still mid putting your heel on and cutting you sentence short as you spotted Simon in your ‘art studio’. “Oh, you found my art…”

Simon was careful in returning the canvas’ how he had found them and turned to you. “It was about the only thing I could find in here…” There was a tell-tale look of embarrassment that flashed across your features as you rolled your eyes. “You are a messy pup…” He commented taking a few steps in your direction and quirking a brow down at you, as if waiting for some explanation.

“I-It isn’t usually this bad…” There was so much defensiveness to your tone, attempting to rack your brain for some reasonable excuse for your flat being in such a state. “I woke up and I had this massive spark that I just knew I needed to get onto canvas… right, I’m not making excuses…. God, I know I must sound so stupid…. I’m not making a whole lot of sense, but-” “Kid, enough.” His firm tone commanded, reaching up and tugging you gently in his direction. “Honestly, I couldn’t care less if your flat is messy…” You let out a relieved puff of air. “As long as mine doesn’t end up the same way, I’m fine with it.” A bright smile found your lips. “What time did you say our table is booked for?”

His eyes narrowed softly as he felt your dainty fingers dancing along his belt. “Babe…” It was a warning. “What?” There was such false innocence to your tone and that was what finally made him snap.

It seemed very clear that your IKEA bedframe wasn’t up to the task of being fucked on. It creaked and cracked dangerously with each thrust into your trembling frame, the headboard was clattering against the wall so much that Simon wondered if he should put a pillow behind it to try and save your poor neighbours ears. All this whilst you whine and whimpered beneath him, clearly unaware of all this commotion. It appeared that all that consumed your mind was the way he perfectly stretched your tight walls to accommodate his girthy cock.

With one particularly strong crack beneath him Simon grumbled out. “M’gonna break your fuckin’ bed…” It earned a fit of giggles from you that mixed with a soft load of whimpers. “Fuck off. I’m being serious.” Even he could fight the small smirk before finally deciding to save your poor bed anymore stress.

Instead, his arms wound around your frame. “Fuckin’… c’mere…” His cock still buried deep within your walls as he rose from the bed and placed you against the closest surface. There wasn’t any hesitation from there, Simon began to fuck into your wet cunt with reckless-abandon. This time he was far more confident that he would be able to do any structural damage to your home. There wasn’t any way that he’d be able to knock down a loadbearing wall from fucking alone. “My good girl~”

Rushing from your flat once they had cleaned up and resituated the majority of their clothes. You were speaking your worries about the possibility of missing the table whilst trying to work your key into the dodge lock barrel, it didn’t escape your knowledge your grumpy old neighbour Peter was lingering outside smoking over the balcony and observing the estate below him. “These flats have thin walls, you know…” He muttered lowly and Simon narrowed his eyes as you struggled with the lock, cursing softly under your breath.

“Bad enough I have to listen to that shit you call music, but now I have to listen to you fucking too-” “That’s enough.” Simon growled out at him causing Peter to look in his direction furious. By luck the key finally spun and you were quick to be by Simon’s side, taking his hand and beginning to drag him past Peter and away from the possibility of an altercation.

As you got further away from Peter, you finally decided you could laugh softly, looking at Simon and saying. “You don’t have to fight every prick that says something stupid to us…” Taking your hand he tugged you close and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “How else are they gonna learn not to be disrespectful to you.” He watched the way that your eyes filled with such adoration. “Now get your arse moving before I end up fucking you in the stairwell just to prove a point to that twat…”

Masterlist | Ask | 05-09-2023