#i can feel it sweating between my butt cheeks

[nereidprinc3ss]

just like heaven

in which flirty!reader finally confesses her feelings to a pining spencer reid after a night out. she's slightly buzzed. it's complicated.

fluff (some angst) warnings/tags: fem!reader, reader drinks alcohol, dirty jokes, so much flirting and banter, some arguing kinda, but spencer is such a gentleman, everyone gets flustered at least once, they really wanna kiss, happy ending a/n: gif :D I hope u like this! not bandages reader but like same vibes. like an AU for my AU

“Emily!”

You drawl the ee sound long, the same way you reach across the table and wiggle your fingers at her half-empty glass. Thin dark brows dart up beneath that glossy sweep of reddish-black hair. 

“Oh, wow. That’s unsettling. What?”

It’s been at least an hour since you had a drink of your own, but enough alcohol is still flowing through your veins so as to render her offensive comment inoffensive. You love Emily. You love the Tequila Sunrise sweating onto the sticky table in front of her which she’s not going to finish. 

“I think she wants your drink,” JJ assists, cheek balanced tipsily on a propped up fist. 

“Uh…”

Emily’s doe-sweet eyes flash uncertainly behind you. 

“I’m basically sober,” you insist, laying your head on your outstretched arm and letting your hair cascade as you bat your lashes, offering her your sweetest smile. “Please, Em?”

It does not go according to plan. She scoffs. 

“Are you flirting with me right now?”

“... Would that work?”

“Oh my god, just… cool it with the fuck-me eyes,” she laughs. “You can have the drink.”

You sit up, turning just barely over your shoulder to address Spencer. 

“See? Emily buys me drinks. Basically.”

She slides the drink toward you, with a subtle roll of her eyes that you choose to interpret as affectionate under the dim canned lighting. As you sit back, content and free drink in hand, her eyes slide to Reid in the seat next to you, brows arching. 

“Are you sure you can handle her all on your own?”

“Handle me?” You frown deeply as Emily gathers her purse and slides out of the booth, followed shortly thereafter by JJ. “I don’t need handling.”

“Then why do you have a handler?” JJ teases.

You slump against the worn vinyl, stirring what is mostly orange juice. 

“He most definitely is not my handler. He’s my science project.”

“I got it,” Spencer assures your friends, with his trademark flattened smile. You can’t help but watch him with a grin of your own, flipping the straw in the drink and nibbling on the end until it’s stained sparkly pink. Goodbyes are issued, and soon it’s just the two of you. Perhaps it’s a tipsy delusion, but you think he seems to relax slightly when you’re alone. His eyes are easy on you. “You know, you’re not actually decreasing the amount of germ transmission by using the other end of the straw.”

“Mm… pretty sure alcohol kills germs, Doctor.”

At that, you giggle. 

Doctor. 

Soon you’re covering your face and having a full-fledged laugh attack. 

“What?” Spencer asks. From between your fingers you can see that he’s smiling guardedly, brows furrowed in a way that reminds you he’s often worried about being the butt of a joke and not knowing it. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” you assure him quickly, gathering yourself. “I just… can’t believe you’re a doctor.”

“Why not? What’s so unbelievable about that?”

“You’re so young.”

And handsome. 

“I’m not that young. I’m older than you,” he defends. Only by a handful of years, but you know he’s defensive about his age after a lifetime of being told he looks young for—well, everything. 

“You’re… 32?”

That’s not right—you know as soon as you say it.

“Thirty three.” He very politely captures a hand—your hand—that had at some point ended up a little too close to his eye. You’re not sure what you planned to do once it got there—you don’t recall moving it at all. 

“Sorry.” You take your hand back, choosing to instead fiddle with a button on his coat ponderously. “33 is a good age.”

“Yeah?” Spencer laughs, angling his head as if to regard you from a new angle. It warms you all over. Burns in some places, like a shot of liquor down your throat. Makes you just as dizzy, too. “You have a lot of experience being thirty three?”

“No, I just…” your cheeks heat and you wrestle with a timid smile, averting your gaze and dropping your hand for fear his grin this close up might actually kill you. “I like 33 year old you.”

“So… you didn’t like me when I was thirty two?”

“Stop,” you beg, a self-effacing laugh into the cup of your palm. “I can’t banter. I’m not at peak performance.”

The truth of it hits you, and you sigh, folding your arms on the table and resting your cloudy head. Only then, from this new perspective, do you allow yourself to fully admire Spencer Reid. He is smiling at you, and your heart does skip a beat like you’ve got some school girl crush. These days he wears his hair falling over his face, messy on purpose, and always smells so nice. You wonder when he started caring about that stuff. You want to see what products are in his shower, and learn why he chose that cologne, or how he decides to pair his socks. He probably has some sort of algorithm. 

“Spencer,” you begin, the serious quality of your voice diminished by the smush of your cheek against your arm. Still, he tries to respect your tone, zipping the smile and answering with a playfully twitching brow. 

“Hm?”

You want to push the hair out of his face. Why is he looking down at you like that? Like he likes you?

“You’re a very good handler.”

His eyes narrow as he considers this, but the glimmer in them could still spark a forest fire. You’re probably grinning like an idiot. 

“Oh, I couldn’t handle you. You know this.”

You hum thoughtfully. 

“I bet you could. Wanna try?”

Spencer shakes his head, huffing a laugh through his nose. To his credit, your bold-face innuendos don’t always send him into a tailspin these days. 

Just sometimes. 

“You need a ride home, don’t you?”

You sit back up, stretching your arms out. 

“You don’t have to. I could get a cab.”

“I know,” he assures you, still a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. Why. Is. He. Looking. At. You. Like. That?

“Will you let me drive?”

“I would. But, you know, my affairs aren’t in order.”

You roll your eyes as he gets out of the booth and offers you a hand. 

“I’m not that drunk.”

Spencer just wiggles his fingers. 

“If you can recite the alphabet in reverse you can drive my car.”

You roll your eyes again. Obviously he’s fucking with you, because 1. He’d never let you drive even the slightest bit inebriated, and 2. He knows you can’t say your ABC’s backward when you’re dead sober. 

The truth is you’re more buzzed than anything. You could get up and walk fine without any assistance, but he’s offering you his hand, so you take it. After you’re standing, you wonder how many excuses could you possibly dream up to get it back in yours. Should you pretend to fall?

No. Not quite worth your self respect. 

“You know…” you muse, reveling in the brief brush of him against your back as he holds open the door for you, “it’s a good thing you didn’t become, like… a medical doctor.”

Now walking side by side on the street, he glances over at you, a poorly veiled smile on his perfect face. Like a trap door brushed over with a few leaves. He wants you to see it.

“Why’s that?”

A breeze ruffles your hair. The brisk cold and the walk seem to be making things crisper already. You shrug, bunching your sleeves in your hands against the increasingly frigid night. The skirt and tights you’d chosen were perfect for a stuffy dive bar. Not so much for an early DC spring. 

“Nobody wants a hot doctor.”

He looks down at the sidewalk, hands pocketed, but the curve of his lips doesn’t lessen.  

“Hm. You’re drunker than I thought.”

“What? No! I’m—barely!” Again he laughs at you, and again you flush, looking down and counting the cracks in the pavement as you journey slowly under the bath of yellow street lights. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you called me hot.” He sounds almost delighted as he grins sheepishly around the final word. 

You snort. You’ve said worse things, more graphic things within the past few hours alone—but you suppose they’ve all been more like dirty jokes than compliments. 

“Yeah. You think you aren’t?”

Sandy locks fall side to side as he carefully measures a response. His cologne is warm—sort of smoky. It’s very nice. He doesn’t seem like he’d wear cologne. Have you already thought about his cologne tonight? Once was probably enough. 

“I just think sober you wouldn’t have said that.”

“But don’t you prefer it when I’m aggressively flirting with you? I mean, I know I do it sober too, but it's not as good, right?”

A silent stretch begins and shortly ends, and you don’t mind it. Right now, everything is a winding path through the woods. You’re willing to follow any fork off the trail if it means spending more time with him. 

“I guess I wasn’t aware that was what you were doing.”

“Oh, bullshit,” you laugh, and it echoes through the canyon of a nearby alley, “I’m not subtle, Reid.”

“I don’t know! You—for all I know that’s just how you are! I mean, what did Emily call them earlier, your—your fuck-me eyes?”

Like he does when he’s flustered, he gets shrill and stuttery. It’s nice to be reminded that he’s still a complete dork on the inside—and the outside, too, as pink stains his cheeks like watercolor. You smirk at him in your periphery, watching him against the darkened city backdrop. 

“You noticed those, huh?”

“No,” he denies forcefully, but his brow is pinched like he doesn’t quite believe himself, “I mean, yes, I notice when you look at other people like that, but that’s not what I would call them—I wouldn’t call them anything, I’d just call them your eyes, you know? Not that you always look like you’re soliciting… the implication isn’t there, it’s just—I notice when you flirt with other people! With Emily, and Derek, like, not even half an hour ago. You’re lucky Hotch wasn’t there. You’d probably have given him a heart attack.”

“I’m more concerned with yours, to be honest.”

“My heart is fine,” he laughs. “Worry about my dignity.”

“Hm. I was going for both. Guess I’d better try harder.”

You don’t notice you’ve come to a stop until you’re face to face in front of his vintage Volvo. Spencer is standing closer than usual, hands perpetually stuck in that nice wool coat. He’s all windswept and pretty, smiling crookedly and eyes sparkly with humor. A strand of hair sticks to your lip gloss, and you brush it away, tucking it behind your ear and squinting up at him against the chilly breeze. The flush is either from the nip in the air or your brazen flirting. 

“Or, you could go easy on me. I’m frail. Like a… sickly Victorian child.”

Again his brow knits and he smiles like he knows what he’s said is ridiculous. But his tone is gentler now. Softer. Invites you to fall in deeper and see what you might find. 

“And ruin all my fun? Toughen up, Reid.”

For a long moment, you don’t get a response—only his eyes, soft and thoughtful on you, before you’re distracted by the sweet bow of his lips. If he notices you’re staring, it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

But something evidently does, as when he next speaks, it’s troubled. Curiosity straining against a rope that says maybe it’s better if I don’t ask. 

“Do… do you actually flirt with me? When you’re sober, I mean.”

He expects to be ridiculed. In his most vulnerable moments, he’s still bracing for rejection—turning his cheek slightly so he’s ready for the stinging blow. It opens a fissure in your chest. You frown, and speak gently. 

“Yeah, Spence. More than anyone else. You really don’t notice?”

Sometimes his face is so expressive, in the pull of his brow and tightening of his eyes and the way he wets his lips. But he probably doesn’t know that. And he can’t seem to meet your eyes, instead choosing to study the leather of your heeled boots. Sounds of late-night traffic, of tires on wet asphalt buffer the pauses between sentences. 

“I notice… when you talk to Derek and Emily and JJ and Penelope the exact same way you talk to me. I didn’t think…”

Another gap in conversation, filled with the chatter of some group pouring out of a bar somewhere. You realize he’ll need some gentle prompting to bridge it. 

“You didn’t think what?”

When his eyes flash back up to meet yours, you have a feeling like he’s shutting the pipes off. 

“It’s—uh—” he clears his throat— “it’s not important, we can—we’ll talk about it a different time. We should—”

“Wait.”

He’d been turning away but snaps right back to look at you as if on command, wearing a brand new face that tells you he’d like to wipe the past minute or so completely away. 

“Yeah?”

“Spencer. I wanna know what you were going to say.”

“I told you. It’s nothing.”

“You didn’t tell me. You mumbled evasively and walked away. We were in the middle of something and I want to know what you were going to say. Please?”

“Well, you’re drunk,” he finally sighs, and it’s a bit sharp. Stinging. 

“I am not drunk,” you defend, and it feels true, with a bitter cold lashing at your cheek and blood heightened from the walk. “You know I’m not too drunk to have a coherent conversation. Why are you being weird?”

“Because I asked you to drop it! We can’t have this conversation right now, all right? I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

Your stomach flips, and your breath comes a little heavier. Spencer is clearly frustrated with you. Maybe being on the wrong end of this mild vexation, and so suddenly, should make you feel guilty, or some kind of bad—but all you feel is a sort of buzz in the tips of your fingers and the thrum of your heart, something deeper than excitement pooling in your veins at having inspired this sort of passion. It means he feels something. Something for you. 

“I’m sorry,” he tries halfheartedly, unable or more likely unwilling to stay angry at you for very long, “you didn’t—”

“What conversation?”

It’s jarring how quickly this has spun on its head. The very air you’re breathing seems to have changed. The metropolitan soundscape is a rife undercurrent of tension and louder from all the words unsaid. 

Finally he swallows. 

“There’s no conversation. I’m—it was a poor choice of wording. I just meant we should get you home.”

Before he can make it to the driver’s side door, you’re calling out. 

“You think I don’t like you. And I just flirt with you ‘cause I flirt with everyone.”

Spencer stops, and turns to face you once more, sighing and head dropped to one side like you’re doing something incredibly inconsiderate. He’s never looked at you like that before, but you don’t let it shake you. 

“That’s what this is about, right?”

He says your name, but you don’t let him get further than that. 

“No, I think there is a conversation here, and saying I’m not sober enough to have it isn’t fair and you should have said something before and I think you should just say it now.”

You’re pushing his buttons with a heavy hand, though your own voice shakes. He’s feeling it too—you’ve never been so short with each other. His voice is raised. 

“What am I supposed to say?” 

It boils over. 

“That you like me!”

It rings. 

Then it’s silent. 

His face is mostly blank. A little sorrowful around his eyes. 

It’s cold, jumping into the deep end like this. 

“We can’t talk about this right now,” he finally says, glancing to the side as if to suggest a situation the size of the whole city. 

“Spencer, I—”

“It’s impossible to have a meaningful discussion until your judgement isn’t impaired, otherwise it’s—”

“I am telling you that I flirt with you because I really like you.”

“I—”

It appears you’ve truly thrown him for a loop.  For a moment his jaw works at nothing, a soliloquy of words go unspoken, and then he’s stuttering and fumbling for the right thing to say, looking everywhere but at you. 

“I can’t—that’s—regardless of whether or not it’s even true—”

“It is true.”

“Could you—stop?” He pleads. “You can’t tell me that. I mean, the power imbalance when you’ve been drinking and I haven’t—it’s—I mean, it's coercive. Because I brought it up, I asked an inappropriate question—or at least started to ask it, and you—not that it was your fault, I’m the responsible party in this instance, but if tomorrow you realize you never wanted to tell me—so I have to take that with a grain of salt. I’m just—I have to pretend I didn’t hear that, alright? And you can’t say it again.”

He’s ridiculous. You shift your weight onto one foot casually. 

“That’s not very nice. I just confessed to having a huge crush on you and you’re gonna leave me hanging?”

There is an undeniable sort of pleasure in the bright of his eyes, and you phrased it that way on purpose, just to see him preen and glow—also to see if you could make him trip all over himself some more. Right now, despite the liminal space your relationship may or may not be occupying, you’re teasing him like you always do. Like he’s a friend, because he is. Before anything else. 

He tries to glower, barely. 

“Were you listening to me at all?”

“It was hard with all the stammering. I thought you might pass out.”

“I might,” he grumbles, and the admission pleases you greatly. Your lips tug as you admire him for a moment—watch his defenses go down and his features ease into something more inviting. 

God, maybe you really had been too hard on him. Maybe he really didn’t expect that you would like him back. 

You’re struck with the need to reassure. 

A dampened clack emits from your shoe where the heel hits the ground as you step down off the curb. 

“You know… I do like you. A lot. I mean it. And I’m glad I told you, because... you like me too, right?”

He raises his brows, like don’t do anything stupid, as you approach unhurriedly. It’s good to see that you haven’t broken his spirit completely. 

Less than a foot away, you stop. Close enough to be in his space. Too far for him to have the grounds to step back. 

His eyes are careful on you, analytical as always, constantly predicting an infinite number of outcomes to any given scenario. That’s how he keeps his footing in the world. But he’s never very good at predicting you. And it helps that his razor sharp intellect is dulled, some, with affection. Attraction. 

It shows in his eyes. He’ll let you push boundaries he knows he shouldn’t. More so if you keep speaking to him this softly. Almost whispering.

“Tell me you like me, Spencer.”

Because he hasn’t yet. All the heavy lifting has been done for him, and that just won’t do. 

First, he opens his mouth, and you watch the internal debate, a million things he could say, spinning round in his eyes like pinwheels. Rules, and buts, and caveats.

In the end, he just clears his throat. Speaks in the same secretive tone. Low enough to be intimate.

“I like you.”

Such a simple thing has never made you feel so airy before in your life. You steal another glance at his lips.

“So it’s really not that complicated. We could probably just kiss.”

He tinges pink.

“We definitely can’t.”

“You also said we couldn’t talk about it, and yet…”

“Talking is different. As far as I’m concerned, nothing you say to me tonight is binding. Whatever just transpired happened completely off the record. We can… talk about it tomorrow, but right now, you and I are friends.”

You shrug.

“Friends can kiss.”

“No, they can’t,” he says definitively, though not without a healthy dose of sardonic self-awareness and a dark smile. His hand finds your waist, and it’s glancing, if anything a light push, but you’re delighted nonetheless. Almost as pleased as if he really had kissed you. “It’s cold. I’m ready to leave.”

You’ve pushed him enough for one night. And it is cold. So you shuffle around the car with quick steps to the passenger side door, hooking your fingers under the biting metal handle and waiting for him to unlock the vehicle. 

You’re shivering as your thighs press against leather upholstery, only the thinnest layer of synthetic material protecting your legs. Spencer is already starting the car, but the engine is too cold to bother turning the heat on yet. 

“I think it’s colder in here than outside. Look at my hand.” You hold it up for him, and it is discolored, waxy, as he mindlessly takes it between his own much warmer ones. “I thought alcohol was supposed to keep you warm. Didn’t that chef on the Titanic survive hours in the ocean because he was hammered?”

“That’s a myth. Not the chef—he did survive, but it was a complete anomaly. Alcohol causes vasodilation in the dermis layer of the skin, so you feel warmer, but it draws blood flow away from your internal organs and significantly raises your likelihood of developing hypothermia.”

Does he notice how he’s holding your hand? Carefully pressing his thumbs to the center of your palm and pushing up through your love and life lines, cupping the fingers, before sandwiching them between his own and generating friction the way a child furiously rolls a play-doh worm?

“I guess I’m really not that drunk, then.”

He’s not expecting it, and maybe he doesn’t know what to make of your exceptionally gentle tone at first. It was a mistake, you think, as he relinquishes his hold on your hand, and you curl it to retain the memory of his warmth. But then he tucks hair behind your ear, like he’s done once or twice before, and smiles in a way you don’t quite understand. 

“I know.”

You won’t push him. You won’t ask for anything else, and you won’t demand an explanation. Spencer is special. It can all wait, because you have something good with him already. Something important. Something like holding hands. 

It comes as a surprise when he leans across the console, and you lean in a trance to meet him, and another surprise when he gently redirects, pressing his lips to your cheek, close enough to match the corners of your mouths and nothing more. 

You’d let him do it a hundred times over, but he draws back after a fraction of a lingering second, and finds your hand to stroke the back of it, forgotten in your lap. 

“You said no kissing,” you murmur, as if in a dream. If you had the wherewithal to be embarrassed maybe you wouldn’t be ogling so much. 

“Compromise.”

If anything, you should be the cheek-kisser. But there will be time to feel slighted about that later. Time to amend. For now, you look ahead robotically. 

“Is there a rule against friendly hand-holding?”

“Probably,” he says.

But he lets you hold his hand in your lap the whole drive to your apartment, anyway. 

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𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

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• +18 minors do not interact. unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, innocence kink, large unspecified age gap, daddy kink, smoking, alcohol consumption etc. beware—

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

dividers by @anitalenia 💓

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The thick smoke clouds could be cut with a knife the moment you entered his house the doors were left partly open so no harm right? You searched for him in the kitchen but you found him sitting by the fireplace in the living area. Manspread..Book in hand adjusting his reading glasses, cigar lazily resting between his lips. There he was.. the man who made your core pulse. That was a secret though.. nobody could ever know that you’ve been crushing on him ever since you moved next door to his house. He was not married, and he knew that for sure because every woman who ever ended up going home with him? Left the next day— you didn’t judge that of course. Maybe he didn’t want anything serious. Most men… are like that. No?

“Erhm.. Mr Howlett? My father asked me if you could come over today afternoon. The material arrived for the renovations..” you stuttered softly. He looked up from his book giving you a soft nod. “Of course kid, tell your father I’ll be there later” you nodded and hurried out of his house touching your chest as you ran over to your house walking in through the backyard. Your cheeks flushed softly red– the images reappeared in your mind, the way he smokes his cigars.

“C’on” you heard a frustrated groan from the kitchen. You peeked your head inside only to see Mr Howlett in a white vest, biceps glistening with sweat taking measurements of the kitchen cabinets. “Come here kid” he rumbles softly. You nearly tripped approaching him “how can I help?” You whispered looking at the tools “specs, on the table please” he motioned with his large hand. You nodded taking his reading glasses from the table passing them over “thanks sweetheart. Whatcha doing here? Heard your mother left to do shopping” you sighed leaning against the kitchen counter “I know I was just busy with housework” Your eyes were on his flexed muscles. You swallowed when he stepped right in front of you to take measurements again your face practically meeting with his large chest. “Sorry..” you breathed closing your eyes. “S’alright” he smiled small. Hand on the cabinet above your head the older man met your gaze. There was something in them… darkness.. perhaps something very forbidden.. you cleared your throat the moment you heard your father on the phone outside in the garden slipping past Logan scrambling quickly upstairs to your room. It was a shame.. you know nothing about men. He made you so curious, that your thoughts made you open your laptop and search pictures. First you typed ‘kissing’ the images came up blurred so you switched off the adult content button and returned back on the pictures your eyes widened in curiosity. So many moving pictures which were called ‘gifs’ the way some of the men kissed the women. You moistened your lips by licking them feeling familiar heat in your belly and butterflies. You never watched porn or anything like that but you saved some of those ‘gifs’ of couples kissing and moved onto the search bar to type ‘sex’ images came up some of the black and white and you gasped looking at the various positions women were put. The way the men’s hips clashed against the woman’s butt and the moaning expressions on their faces– you shamelessly bit your lower lip and closed your laptop. You imagined kissing Mr Howlett so many times. Maybe you could ask him to kiss you and do things to you.. to teach you how things like that feel. You thought of so many ways… but you also didn’t want to come out as a desperate girl forcing herself on an older man. How could you only do this?

Mr Howlett stayed for dinner. You didn’t expect him to but your mother and father insisted so you were seated next to him. You were heaving some veggies and steak.. it was one of your favourites but you didn’t think of anything else but the ‘gifs’ you saved. The kissing ones. You watched Mr Howletts forearms as he cut into his steak before your mother interrupted you “y/n it’s rude to stare.” You looked down at your plate face covering your hair so Logan couldn’t see your face. Your cheeks heated momentarily— stuffing your face with veggies you then excused yourself needing a breather outside on the front porch. Stealing one of your father’s cigarettes you lit sitting on the steps. Hearing the door open you sighed “Mom I’ll be in soon” apologising you heard footsteps approaching you so you hid the cigarette. “You should go inside it’s not safe here bub” Logan slipped on his jacket walking down the steps turning to you. “I’m not a little girl Mr Howlett.. thank you for your concern” his expression turned into a scowling one the moment he saw the cigarette. “Give it to me” he put his hand out. “No.” You muttered softly. “Y/N..” he grumbled approaching you “Smoking is fucking bad for you.” He continued. “Don’t care” you took a hit in front of him that made him scowl even more. “Stop being a fucking brat and give it to me” he let out a sigh and you narrowed your eyes. “Why do you even fucking care?!” Logan shook his head a disappointed expression spread over his face. Rubbing his bearded cheek he shrugged it off. “I don’t fucking care I don’t need this.” With that he walked away. He didn’t care.. that hit your heart. Why would an older man like him care? Tears welled in your eyes, you stomped on the cigarette and walked back inside the house.

You didn’t know Logan’s urges.

You didn’t know the things you make him feel when you look at him and the times you wear skimpy little skirts riding a bike around the neighbourhood with your girlfriends. Summer holidays were his favourite because he got to see you more, you were not attending university. That’s what you told him– he loves the way you throw your head back laughing with your friends. He loves the way you walk, he even loves the way you leave your curtains open in your room so he can look at your young body when you apply lotion to your legs after shower. He knows your breath hitches when you two are close and he enjoys every moment of your tiny sufferings. He doesn’t want to be the man of your dreams. He doesn’t want to make you cry and suffer because he cannot be yours. He doesn’t want to ruin you but that tiny innocence in your eyes makes him want to do things to you. How could you know all these feelings when he’s nothing but stern with you. Drinking away his thoughts he poured himself a glass of whiskey sitting by his fireplace thinking he was harsh with you. Weren’t you just a fragile soul? He was afraid to hurt you.. his calloused touch could mark your skin.

A knock on his door disturbed his thinking, so he looked out the window only to see you standing in front of his door practically shivering in your pyjama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt he swore he loved on you. It made you look tiny.

“What are you doing here kid?” He sighed opening the door for you. “I wanted to apologise..” you whispered. “The way I acted towards you.. I just-” you stepped inside his much warmer home looking around to find a cigar burning in the ashtray a bottle of half empty whiskey and a glass right next to it. “I don’t need your apology” he cut you off walking back to his armchair sitting back down taking his cigar to smoke it. His eyes taking in your naked legs making you shiver. “I just.. I wanted to ask you something” you mumble on making him raise a brow. “It’s pretty late, you should go home” he answers you wanting nothing but you to stay but he knew he had to make you leave. He held back so much..trying to control himself around you. “Mr Howlett you’re a good man my family says.. I was just wondering if you could help me with something” you asked him scratching your arm nervously. Pressing your thighs together “I get lots of butterflies when I’m around you.. and and.. I was wondering how does kissing feel like?” The older man nearly asked you to repeat yourself. “I am not a man for you kid..” he warned you resting his cigar between his lips. “I know.. I just.. you’re older and experienced and I don’t get butterflies with anyone else” you confessed. His rugged expression turned softer. “Come here bub.. let me tell you all about it.” He patted his knee and you approached him sitting on his knee. His big hand rested on your lower back and the other put his cigar out letting it rest in the ashtray. “I don’t know much about the female body.. but I’m sure when you have butterflies in your belly your tiny girl part gets wet” you nod quickly. “Yes.. yes Mr Howlett it gets very wet.” Your response made his cock heavy. It twitched with want– “where does it get wet sweetheart?” He whispered and you slowly spread your thighs. “Down here..” you show him. His big hand slowly itches closer to your pulsing mound and you look at him wantonly.

“Don’t look at me like that..” he breathed face leaning closer to yours and you closed your eyes ready for his lips on yours only to feel him kissing your cheek his beard prickling your tender skin. His fingers tracing your warm centre between your legs and you bucked your hips towards his hand “eager little thing..” he whispered you could hear the drunk in his voice but your hand softly caressed his veiny forearm. “Mr Howlett please..” you begged. “I won’t tell.. please destroy me” when he heard those words coming out of your lips he kissed the side of your neck sliding his big hand inside your sweatshirt to fondle your breast. You moaned, it felt differently when a man was touching you. “Just gettin’ started honey..” he licked his way into your mouth kissing you pouring out his needs before pulling away to touch your face in his one hand gently squeezing your cheeks “pretty little mouth.. do you think I could fit my cock in there nice and snug sweetie?” you nodded needing nothing but him and it didn’t matter how. Cock straining against his pants he grunted grabbing a hold of your shorts and panties pulling them down your legs dropping them on the floor. His fingers locating your sensitive bud circling it. You moaned against his neck as you clung to his shoulders. “There we go honey..feeling you tense already” he smiled, prepping you. “Open..” he groaned forcing your lips open by his fingers sliding them in your mouth to moisten them. You sucked on his fingers meeting his eyes feeling hot all over. Your juices drooling out of your hole. He tsked “So wet already?” You looked at your pussy the way he caressed your folds with his fingers slowly rubbing them in circles before stuffing them in your mound. You cried out at the feeling something so large like his fingers entering you. When he curled his digits and did a pulling motion your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head the wet sounds of your core only caused his fingers to move in and out of you faster the heat in your belly rising and rising until you cried out against his chest cumming undone on his fingers. His thumb expertly rubbing your clit, the older man smiled at you. The first you saw him smile so softly. “There we go..” you choked his fingers in you even though they weren’t as deep as you wanted him to go in order to do that he’d have to take your virginity. “I never.. I never..” you babbled lost in post orgasm as you looked at him cheeks reddening with arousal. “You’ve never..what?” Very slowly pulling his fingers out of your heat he sniffed them before slowly tasting them. You blushed deeper at his doings. “Never had sex..” you whispered shyly. “Never?” Logan asks again caressing your plaint thighs. You shook your head “never.. mr howlett can you show me it feels?” He hummed in response looking at your lips before leaning down to attack your mouth in soft kisses until you parted your mouth for his tongue. You whispered to the butterflies returning and he gracefully carried you bridal style to his bedroom.

Putting you down on your feet he helped you remove your sweatshirt leaving you naked. “I will teach you all about it sweetheart..lay down” the older man said softly and you climbed on his bed resting on your back spreading your legs for him. The sight of your glistening pussy had him growling. “Little girl hungry for old man’s cock.. that’s twisted..” he smirked teasing you watching your nipples go hard. You watched him remove his top, then undo his belt and jeans before taking them off along with his boxers. Cock bobbing, hard as a rock. The swollen tip drooling tears of pre cum. The colour of his cock made you tilt your head curiosity.. it was pink, looked swollen and hard. Just like on those pictures, your breath hitched in your chest “That’s going inside of you, bub..” he climbed on the bed nestling between your legs. You stared between your bodies as his warm swollen cock rested on your pussy. It was so big, thick.. veiny. “How.. how will it fit..?” You asked curiously hips bucking up to feel his cock even more. “Greedy little thing not know anything about cocks.. but is hungry for one..” he tsked lowering himself on top of you. You moaned at the feel of his chest, touching it with your hands. Logan groaned rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds “take a deep breath..” you did as you were told taking a deep breath before he sheated himself inside of you in one single push. “Shit..!” You cursed gasping and moaning the both of you at your unison. Your gasps were painful with discomfort because of your virginity but it faded away the moment he kissed you wrapping his arms around you. You felt so safe in his arms that you cuddled up to him pressing your lips to his shoulder arms curling around him keeping your legs open for him. You felt so full, so wet.. you felt your wetness drip forming a ring on the base of his cock. “Fuck.. ugh..” he buried his face against your neck pulling out of you leaving the tip inside before thrusting back in. Slow pace, but slowly increasing it leaving you whimpering and gasping for air “mr howlett.. it tingles, the butterflies.. Ughh ohhhh.. feels so good” you cried as he responded only in hungry growls grabbing your waist in his hands he snapped his hips into you fucking you. “Can’t hold back anymore..” he slurs peeking between your bodies watching his cock slide in and out of your ruined pussy and you cry out nodding “it’s okay daddy.. take what you need!!” logan moans under his breath eyes darkening something snapping in him hoisting your legs around his waist he grabs the pillows under your head pounding into you harder than before, more than before making your toes curl watching your pussy take all of his pounding before you claw his back “daddy.. it.. hurts.. but in a good way!! Need to cum” you breathe heavily your tits bouncing to his rapid trusts as he hovers above you breathing harshly too cock throbbing as he circles your clit “you gonna cum on my cock like a good fuckin’ girl” and you did, you screamed against his neck clinging to him nearly passing out as you did. Logan nestles your face against his neck as he snaps his hips into you growing into the pillow as his claws push out piercing the bed under you. “Fuck.. fuck.. fuck….!” He curses loudly shoving his cock deeply in you before cumming undone. The tip spurting hot streams of white in your womb breeding it full. You moan uncontrollably as you feel the warmness being released inside of you. His claws retreat moments later— using his hand to cradle your head finding your lips in a kiss. You both sweat so much feeling unbelievably tired. Logan pulls out of you, watching his cream pool out of you onto the sheets. “Let’s get you showered bub..” he whispers and you nod. He promised to take care of you. The way you called him daddy.. it repeated in his mind more than few nights..

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[lightseoul]

cw. worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining (squint harder y'all), a lot of cussing (wouldn't be a bkg fic w/o 'em), reader has an ex-boyfriend, our boy kiri finally makes an appearance

words. 2.7k (i had to stop my head was aching)

masterlist | part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

If you were to suddenly rise to fame overnight, for what reason would it be?

The answer you’ve always had for these silly icebreaker questions was simple. That one passion you’ve nurtured as a hobby, perhaps? Or the hidden talent—party trick, really—that your friends always goaded you into demonstrating during get-togethers? Or it could be getting recognized for the work that you do and how much of your soul you put into it.

Really, it could have easily been any of the three.

Which is why you couldn’t have seen this reality hurling straight at you even if it was waving a shining red flag at you from a safe distance.

You adjust the face mask that’s snug against your cheeks for the umpteenth time, vaguely aware of the child seated in front of you who’s also staring like he’s trying to make out who you’re supposed to be under the barrier.

Tamping down the annoyance springing in your gut over a kid occupying a precious chair in this crowded subway train during rush hour, you shift on your feet and tug down with your extra hand the hat that you quickly threw on on your way out this morning.

It was the least you could do after unceremoniously finding out through your best friend at 5:37 AM that you’ve become one of the Internet’s sensational hits overnight, now being dubbed as #2 Pro-hero Bakugou Katsuki’s heavy-handed girlfriend, emphasis on the heavy.

Needless to say, the news sent you into panic and you couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how hard you tried. Your emotions and thoughts went into overdrive, and you found yourself at the crack of dawn mulling over the options you had in front of you.

You knew you were grasping for straws when you started thinking about stealing someone else’s identity and moving far, far away from Japan where the concepts of pro-heroes and the World Wide Web were unbeknownst to the living population.

That pipeline got you nowhere.

Which leads you to the present: decked out in a flimsy disguise, horridly sleep-deprived, anxious as hell, squished between late salarymen and chatty high schoolers in a cramped train carriage, and subject to the increasingly scrutinizing stare of this kid in front of you.

To your relief, you arrive at your station before the child can put two and two together and expose you to the rest of the crowd. You quickly shuffle out and expertly weave yourself through the sea of people, desperate to get out of the public space and into the safety of Ground Riot agency.

Though your imagined bubble of safety is immediately popped the moment you enter the building and feel what has to be dozens of pairs of eyes on you.

You hurriedly scan your employee ID and head for the elevators, heaving a relieved sigh when no one follows you into the space.

It’s barely 8 AM, and you’re already drenched in sweat. You’re in the middle of wondering if you’re already sporting a fucking pit stain when your phone chimes its familiar tune, signifying a text message.

You peek at the notification banner to see Bakugou’s name, alongside a short directive.

(7:51 AM) Bakugou (Dynamight): Conference Room A—be there in 10. PR and the rest want to see both of us.

Fuck.

The room’s not empty by the time you stumble in seven minutes later. Hiramasa Hikari, your direct subordinate in charge of employee relations, is seated on one of the comfy office chairs circling the long, oval table, looking indubitably harrowed as she thumbs through an all-too-familiar booklet.

Wordlessly, you walk towards where she is and plop yourself down on the seat across from her, right on the side of the end-of-the-table throne where Bakugou usually plants his butt during meetings.

You might have moved a little too silently because she startles when she looks up and sees you looking at her like you don’t know what to say.

Because you don’t.

Instead, you flash her an uneasy smile, which she returns right back. Although it morphs into a frown, “I’m guessing we both recognize how comical the situation is right now?”

At that, both of your gazes drift to the said document, conveniently titled ‘Workplace Relationships: Policies and Protocols,’ with your name written underneath as one of the principal authors.

You purse your lips into a tight line, suddenly feeling the tiniest bit of shame spurring in your gut.

You wouldn’t call yourself militant when it comes to carrying out rules and regulations related to your job, but being on the receiving end of a lecture regarding workplace relationships is—for the lack of a better term—humbling.

Even if the whole thing that led you here is fake.

Before you can stutter out an appropriately vague enough response to your colleague, the glass doors open like flood gates and in comes Bakugou in his hero costume, followed by Mikuri (the PR head you’ve talked about during your meltdown), and a group of coworkers who you’ve identified as a portion of the agency’s legal team.

You and Hikari stand up at their arrival, and sure enough, Bakugou pulls out the seat to your right, barely sparing you a glance as he situates himself.

The rest quickly follow suit, the atmosphere so tense you could cut it with a meat cleaver.

Nobody says anything for a while before Hikari clears her throat awkwardly, evidently feeling self-conscious over speaking in front of her higher-ups. “I guess I can start, then?”

You give her an encouraging nod as if you’re not about to be roasted by the very same girl you’ve been training directly since she got recruited two years ago.

Hikari clears her throat again before fixing her firm gaze on you. “It has come to our attention that multiple news articles have been circulating since last night,” she pauses as her eyes dart between you and Bakugou, “about the two of you.”

A pregnant pause.

“…Care to explain?”

You can’t believe it. You’re about to expose yourself and this embarrassing stunt you pulled. And you can’t help the dread that courses through your system at the thought of admitting out loud how you roped in your boss, of all people, to pretend as your date so that you could hide from the ex who dumped you over the phone how much of a loser you are.

How much a loser you’ve become, the present moment in mind.

It couldn’t get any more pitiful than that.

But you have to face the truth, and you realize that time is running out fast as you survey the expectant looks directed at you one by one as if everything’s in slow motion.

Finally, you open your mouth to blurt it out and get it over with, but Bakugou beats you to it.

In fact, he doesn’t miss a beat.

Which is fucking astounding, because what he’s about to say next quite literally causes your jaw to drop.

“We’re dating,” he states, voice even. “There’s your explanation.”

The exact moment he says that outright, blatant lie, it’s like all the air in the conference room gets sucked into a vacuum. You find yourself feeling lightheaded and it takes everything in you not to collapse like a boneless heap on the lawyer beside you. You think Bakugou notices because his eyes shift to look at you, and his eyebrows furrow so minutely as if he’s telepathically saying ‘Get it together.’

And so you do.

You don’t know what the fuck he’s thinking, lying like this to the very people who need to know the truth to effectively clean up the mess you’ve inadvertently made in just one Sunday, but at this point, you know better than to contradict Bakugou’s words.

“We’re dating,” you parrot, voice wobbly, “…yes.”

You will yourself to look up from the clasped hands on your lap, only to immediately regret it. Some of the members of the legal team are staring at either Bakugou and you with straight-up disbelief, while the others toss you a playful wink. Hikari, Mikuri, and Sawamura, the lead lawyer, however, look unsettled at best.

“Since when,” Sawamura starts, although he sort of chokes on his spit. He clears his throat, “—since when has this been happening?”

The pro-hero’s reply is almost instantaneous. “Why the fuck would I tell you that?”

Ignoring Bakugou’s defensive retort, you instead jump in to respond as calmly as you can. “Around two months ago. When we worked late nights on that issue under Hikari’s unit. We, uh—” you chance a glance at Bakugou, who’s looking at you intently, “—we were actually planning to disclose it to HR today, if you can believe that.”

“And you punching the groom at the wedding you attended,” Mikuri suddenly adds, voice pointed. “Was that part of the plan, too?”

At the reminder of your act of sin, you visibly cringe in front of your colleagues. You hear Hikari hold back a snort, and you flush further in embarrassment.

To your surprise, Bakugou speaks up. “That was her dickhead of an ex, and he was being an asshole to her.” He grunts, “She was only defending her name.”

Despite yourself, you can’t help but gawk at the man. The last thing you expected was for him to defend you. And so sincerely, at that. He could be a great actor.

“Well, regardless of the intentions, we have to deal with the act and its resulting consequences,” Sawamura sighs, before turning to face you. “We already briefed Bakugou on the way here but the guy and his family are threatening to sue for damages.”

“S-sue?” you choke out.

Mikuri nods solemnly in response. “I know Bakugou here wants to fight fire with fire by exposing the guy’s character but we believe it’s best to keep things as hush-hush as possible to prevent any more repercussions on his general popularity rating.” She gives you a once-over, “Would that be okay with you?”

You barely manage a nod, although she seemingly finds it more than enough.

“We’ve since been in contact with their lawyer and are on our way to a settlement,” the head lawyer packs on. “We’re scheduled to meet them in,” he checks his sports watch, “two hours.”

“In the meantime,” Mikuri interjects, “we might suggest you stay off your non-essential social media sites as we wait for the issue to die down.”

You nod again, failing to repress a weak laugh at the belated advice. “Don’t worry, I’m already on that.”

“In fact,” you quickly add before anyone else can interrupt you, “So much so that I don’t know what the hell is going on out there. How is Bakugou fairing in the ranks right now?”

Again, you feel the said man eyeing your side profile.

Mikuri cocks her head to the side in reflection, “Surprisingly, he’s holding up okay. We’ve had a marked increase in activity from the adolescent to young adult female demographic especially, but they’re all mixed reviews.”

At that, Bakugou sneers. “What am I, a fucking movie for these extras to rate?”

You snort, and now you see Bakugou side-eye you, although there’s no bite to it.

“Anyway,” Sawamura interjects, “That’s more or less it from us and PR as well, I believe. We’ll keep you both posted.” The man glances at Hikari, “Hiramasa-san, anything else from your department?”

“Oh, yes,” she quickly riffles through her documents before settling on the booklet from earlier and timidly handing it to Bakugou, who accepts it gingerly. “My supervisor here knows the guidebook by heart so you two should be good in keeping yourselves in check.”

Her eyes quickly dart to you as if to watch your reaction before they just as quickly dart back to Bakugou. “But just to reiterate, we strive to keep everything professional here at Ground Riot agency, so that means drawing a clear boundary between your work and personal lives. That also means no inappropriate PDA.”

“Tch.”

You gulp, feeling all sorts of weird all of a sudden. Accidentally demonstrating PDA with Bakugou should be the least of your worries but there’s no denying the pulse of anxiety that resonates at the mention of it.

After you and Bakugou begrudgingly agree to the terms and conditions, the meeting finally gets adjourned and your workmates pile out of the room one by one. You don’t realize how tense your shoulders are until you’re left alone with Bakugou, and you allow yourself one deep exhale.

Your boss, who’s still sporting a sour expression on his face, shifts his attention to you at the sound. You feel yourself shrink in a bit under his penetrating gaze, although you try to straighten your spine soon thereafter.

You take a few steps towards the doorway and peek through the hall for any bystanders. Once sure that you’re most definitely alone, you turn to Bakugou. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

He’s not looking at you but his eyebrows furrow still, revealing his listening. He doesn’t say anything, though.

You continue. “It’s obviously bothering you that we’re keeping up this charade. Never mind your ranking potentially slipping, what about the stress of having to pretend and hearing people talk? You don’t need that on top of—”

“I don’t give a single fuck what people say about me.”

You knew that, yet you still frown at his tone. “But you give a fuck about being number one.”

At that, Bakugou finally moves to face you. “Look, I hate that I have to say this, but even if I had no dating scandal affecting my popularity rating, good or bad, all this doesn’t make a difference in helping me get past shitty De– Izuku, at least in a way that matters.”

He huffs before looking away to the floor-to-ceiling windows. “That popularity shit’s out of my control and has nothing to do with my abilities. The other metrics are.”

As you gaze at his back, you think about how image is in fact important when it comes to being the ultimate hero—mind drifting back to All Might and how he served as the pinnacle of safety with his powers and impactful symbolism. But then it gravitates to Endeavor and how, despite his far from amiable personality akin to that of Bakugou’s, he earned the people’s trust in his own way as the new #1 upon All Might’s retirement.

“Okay,” you exhale again, “I believe you. Still doesn’t explain why you seem so bothered, though.”

Bakugou immediately whips around to look at you, frustration etched on his pretty features. “Why did that jackass even invite you in the first place?”

That’s what’s bothering him?

You chuckle, although what you’re about to say probably isn’t a laughing matter. “I think it’s because he saw me as a charity case,” you pause, debating whether or not to tell him the embarrassing truth, eventually opting to do so. “He always made me feel like I should thank my lucky stars I scored him, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he was doing me a favor by inviting me to his wedding.”

“…You know you can do better than that dipshit, right?”

You smile despite yourself, “I know… That’s why I’m dating you, right?”

You only meant to lighten the mood after what has been a grueling, impromptu meeting, but you didn’t expect Bakugou to redden in what you think is annoyance at the innocent quip.

You immediately backtrack. “I was just—trying to, uh—’m just joking around…”

Bakugou doesn’t get the chance to potentially snap at you in irritation because Kirishima, Red Riot, waltzes in with a big, toothy grin on his face.

He beams at you then turns to regard his best friend, grin growing even more in size as if that was still possible.

And what he says next confuses the shit out of you and grants him a hard shove from your now fake boyfriend.

“Congrats, Bakubro! Freaking finally!”

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[whiskeyskin]

Lavender Haze

Premise: Part 2 to "A Practised Tongue". We pick up right where we left off, where Gale finally gets to let loose 🍆💦

• Gale x afab!reader • M rating • Act 3

Part 2, round two, that slutty dress, PinV, dressing table sex, mirror doggy sex, desperation, almost premature, self doubt, embarrassment, worry, soothing, dirty talk, say my name, cumming together, cum-swapping if you squint? round three..?

2k words

Shout-out to @foxtatodreams for this gorgeously intimate picture of our Rizzard and her Druid Tav Shoko! 🤤🫠

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Gale's pupils pulsed at your words, a desperate determination descending over his face. The light in his chest shimmering lavender light on your form.

As quick as his human knees would allow, he crawls up the dresser and finally kisses your mouth.

You can taste the sweetness and salt of yourself on his lips, smell the sweat on his brow.

The kiss was passionate, with threatening need; gasping breaths and grazing teeth.

You took no time in finally freeing the beast from it's cage, untying his belt and making short work of the buttons latching it in. You can feel how painfully hard he must be through the fabric, a telltale patch of viscous wetness compounding the fact.

His thick, long cock jutts from his underwear, crowned in brown curls, the engorged head glistening from the gratuitous amount of precum he'd produced. It flips your stomach how aroused eating you out had made him.

He moans against your lips, lifting wisps of your hair with his hot breath, "Yesss." He groans against your cheek, hissing the word through his teeth.

You shallowly pump his head between your first three fingers, his hips jerk into the sensation. A shuddering groan vibrates in the shell of your ear.

You complete the fist and begin rolling your wrist, pumping his veined shaft; he sucks in a breath though his tensed jaw and barks out a hollow call.

He clamps his hands onto your hips, enough to pleasantly bruise. You instinctually widen your legs again and pull him in by the waist.

Without a word, you guide his hard cock to the sopping slickness of your entrance; both moaning as his head butts against your swollen sex.

With very little resistance, Gale cock glides in with a thrust from both of you. His length filling your pussy entirely, hitting the roof of your cervix, in fated synchronisity. A trembling duet of moans harmonising together, as you both acclimate to the delicious stretch and exquisite tightness of each other.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and he immediately understands. He takes your hips in both hands and spares no time in pumping his hard length inside you up to the hilt. Once, twice, three times firmly to seat himself fully in your clenching cunt.

Pressing every inch of sweat dampened skin together, wrapped in each others arms, Gale rests his forehead against yours.

His breath is erratic but stunted, his expression straining, like he's trying to push past the fierce compulsion to pile-drive viciously inside you.

"It's okay," you mutter against his cheek, blindly unbuttoning his shirt to prove the point, "I want this."

"It's not that," he struggles, his cock pulsing against your walls, "Mortal love-making, its.. this..this is the first time in a very, very long time. It's all a little.." he shoots out a laugh, "excruciatingly overwhelming." He attempts a few deep breaths to cleanse his crushing desire to end it all too quickly. The orb angrily thrums and boldens, the lines streaking across his body and face now more vibrant.

You cup his face within your hands, parting your foreheads to look at him. He shakes his head.

"I don't think I'm going to last very long," he chuckles without humour, "I don't want to disappoint you." He swallows, still tense.

Your smile reaches your eyes, as you gaze upon this wonderful man buried inside you, "Gale, sweetheart. You've made me cum twice already, I don't think that's possible."

You both give a small laugh. He attempts slow breathing again, his arms trembling around you.

"I.. can't compete.. I'm not used to this.. ah!" He gasps as your pussy unconsciously squeezes around him, his head shooting upwards, "Gods dammit." He bites his lip, pure agony across his beautiful face.

"Dekarios. I want you to use my cunt to cum hard and fast. I need you to cum for me." You purr in low register, his cock tenses inside you and the orb thrums brighter.

"Show me how much you need me, Gale. Cum for me." You snake your tongue into his mouth with a charged moan, writhing your body, undulating your walls around him.

An animalistic growl reverberates past his gritted teeth, as he plunges his cock inside, driving into you recklessly over and over.

The dresser rocks wildly underneath you, various lotions and potions required to make a woman acceptable for society crashing unceremoniously to the floor, without care, or consideration.

You hold onto his shoulder and back, using your own strength to bounce against his thrusts. The sound of your meeting a loud, wet slapping as the rhythm finds it's pace.

"Mm, Gale. You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Keep going, just like that." You bite your lip.

"Oh fuck," You hear him curse for possibly the first time ever, "You're so perfect and beautiful, I can barely keep myself together." He strains, so close from the desperation on his features.

"Don't hold back, Gale. Harder, faster, slower, whatever you want. You made me cum so hard, you can do what you want with me."

His eyes travel from your eyes, to your heaving chest, then he licks his lips. Forcing the straps down your arms, he rips the cups containing your breasts so they bounce freely, as he fucks you hard against the dresser.

The feeling of being consensually used by him ripples a filthy, depraved urge deep in the darkest parts of your soul. It lights your skin on fire and takes you down in a blaze of hedonism.

You reciprocate his animal growl, "Yes, like that. Like you want. Mm. Take me, fuck me, breed me, use me. Cum deep inside me and make me beg for more, Gale. Make me gag, make me scream. Oh gods, yes!" You cry out, the sensation of being aggressively pounded sucking your sense and proprietary into oblivion; your debauched hind brain fully in control.

The sound of skin slapping hard on skin echoes through the room, the symphony of your cries and moans spurning each other on.

"Wait. Not yet.. notyet.." Gale mumbles, barely holding on, "waitwait.."

He slides out of you and forcefully turns you over to face the mirrored dresser, hooking your foot onto the plush sitting stool.

You finally get a good look at yourself; hair mussed, breasts out, make up streaking, thoroughly delirious. And gods, was it hot.

Gale looked just as lustfully lost in you; the sweat beading on his skin, his eyes dark, hair curtaining his beautiful face. The violet rays of the orb streaking in an otherworldly brilliance.

Without warning, he plunges inside you and starts a hammering pace. You cry out and wrench yourself upwards to press your body against him, needing more connection. You reach up a hand to firmly hold the back of his head, raking your nails on his scalp, your breasts bounding to the beat of his rhythm.

One hand hooked around you, grasping at the soft, bouncing swell of your under breast, the other driving your hips back to greet his. You snap them back in time with his thrusts, not to simply be a passenger on this journey.

"Going to watch you cum with my cock filling your tight cunt-" he shot out a groan, his punishing pace never ceasing, "I'm so close. Fuck. I don't want this to end." He whines.

"It doesn't have to." You moan, carding through his hair, "you can eat me out and fuck me any time you'd like, Gale Dekarios." You say through a sinful smirk.

He huffs out a laugh and looks you dead in the eyes through the mirror, "Say that again. Say my name. Please."

"Gale Dekarios, you can fuck me anytime, any place, in any hole." You add, with a suggestive brow.

A shuddering quickshot exhale bursts from him, his brow furrowing into his eleven lines as he tries to concentrate, "Again." He begs through tight lips, flipping your dress away to reveal the image of his cock pounding into your hot, pink and deliciously defiled cunt. He brings his fingers to play with you again, a pleasure-filled moan shakes it's way through your body, as your abused clit sparks torturous exhilaration at willingly being on display for him like this.

"Fuck me like this, Gale, yes. Ohh, gods. It feels so disgustingly good." You babble through the thick haze of threating climax.

His pace becomes franetic, frantic, frenzied. He was so close you could taste it in the air.

The slap of skin, the lust soaked in every huff of breath. The pound of his cock against your centre, the sensation of his beard rubbing against your jaw.

He choruses your name, over and over like a prayer, a song.

"Cum with me, Gale." You manage in a moment of clarity before a third earth-shattering orgasm ricochets through both of you; yours a moment before his.

He moans shaking in the crook of your neck before coming undone, holding on for dear life. You feel the orb vibrate against your back, shaking and trembling as the light sputters and pulses outward through you both, bathing the room in incandescent, amethyst respelendence.

His load shoots thick and hot inside you, coating your walls white with his seed, as he desperately pushes deeper inside your ruined pussy for the short amount of time he has left.

A battered and beaten groan winds out of him and he stumbles forward onto you and the dresser. He tries to right himself but fails.

"Sorry, sorry. My legs are not cooperating at the present moment." He jests through exhaustion, attempting to hold himself up.

Through the mirror, he looks utterly spent. And rightly so. That was.. like nothing you'd ever believed possible of him.

"Gods above, Gale. Where the hells did that come from?" You asked in breathless disbelief, sweat sticking down your hair at the edges.

"Eighteen months of loneliness and an adulthood of purely ethereal sex," He answered bluntly, "Mortal sex is far more.. ravenous." He added, pressing a kiss your shoulder and meeting your eye in the mirror.

You both look thoroughly fucked out. And you both know it. You laugh in unison at the state of yourselves in sexual disarray.

"You look incredible like this; like creation and damnation all in one." He blurts poetically, eyeing your dishevelled form and nuzzling into your neck, suckering and nipping on your pulse point; still thumping blood through your system.

"I'll take that as a compliment." You breathe, turning to press a kiss to his damp cheek, trailing your hand down the other. You squeeze his face against yours, then release, propping yourself again the dresser for support.

Gale's half-hard dick slides wetly from your conquered vagina; a dull, pleasant ache already forming.

He kisses your shoulder again and replaces the long fabric of your dress across your modesty, "A most excellent dress." He says absently.

"Easy access." You shrug with a sly smile to which he rewards with a laugh.

"Very." He responds, still sounding exhausted. He takes a seat on the plush sitting stool, as you pop your breasts back into the cups and replace the straps. You toussle your hair and wipe the collecting black liner from underneath your eyes to neaten it. Your lips are swollen from kissing and a thin layer of sweat sheens your skin.

"There. No one will suspect a thing." You joke, spreading your arms out with a flourish.

Gale says nothing.

He simply sits, half undressed with buttons un-popped, dick hanging at half mast. The angry lines of the orb still smouldering at the embers.

Staring up at you and without looking away, he curls his hand under the long skirt of the dress and draws a finger along your wet folds, spreading them gently and diving one finger softly inside. Your body twinges at the stimulation after already experiencing so much. He slips out with ease, bringing out his covered fingers; the warmth of his spend leaking out as he does.

He stands, and silently offers his peace fingers to you. You smile, and open your mouth to invite him in, suckling the taste of you both. He groans and steps closer, pressing towards you.

"You'll be wrapping your arms around dignatories tonight with my cum trickling down your legs, and the ache of my cock's desperation for you." He whispers low to you.

You release his digits with a subtle pop and he snakes his head for a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues lapping and mating with each other in harmony, the experience of both your elation mixing together.

"We taste good together." You hum against his open mouth, seductively licking his lips till he crashes them back onto yours.

Hands raking through hair and gliding across skin, the kiss deepens and you feel the unmistakable glow of his chest.

"Now about this 'any hole' you spoke of." He smirks, parting your plump bottom lip with his thumb, "I'd very much like to know more of this offer."

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Part 3? Don't mind if I do.. ✊🍆

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[alittlebabypandagirl]

Messing my diaper makes my kitty throb...

cw - diaper messing, sexual content

I could feel my little cheeks spread against the warm, soft padding of my diaper. A thick log was poking its way through my tight tiny hole as I grunted and strained to push it out. I was on my bloated belly, straddled on top of my giant unicorn stuffie on the floor as my guts churned below me and gas leaked around the firm turd pushing out of my hole. I grunted again, the log slowly tenting the seat of my diaper. My face grew warm, sweat prickling my forehead as I continued to push my mess out. It felt so good, my asshole gaping around my mess. I couldn't help but moan as I took a brief break in my straining. I squirmed in place, slowly grinding my swollen clit against my soft padding, my asshole throbbing against the mess that was still halfway sticking out of me as I humped mindlessly. I moaned, then started to push my mess out again. It was snapping and crackling into my diaper as it started snaking easily out of me, curling into a warm mound into my diaper. I sighed in delight as a hot trickle of pee spread around the front, absorbing into the thick padding between my legs.

My body tingled all over, and I couldn't stop myself from humping my unicorn a few more minutes, my poopy mess sticking and spreading around my butt cheeks. I soaked in the pleasure for a few more moments, humping gently as I made tiny whiny moans and whimpers, my swollen clit twitching pleasantly. I wanted nothing more than to vigorously hump my unicorn into oblivion until I came over and and over and over again. But, I stopped myself and got to my feet, my legs wobbly and tingly.

I took a few steps in my dirty diaper before my tummy rumbled again. I instinctively bent down, grasping my knees and pushing my already messy bottom out. I gave a little push, expecting gas, and was surprised to feel a flood of mush erupt from my hole, spreading across my messy cheeks. I reached behind me, and felt the warm lump that was weighing my diaper seat down.

I wanted nothing more than to go mount my unicorn again and ride him furiously. Instead, I stood up straight again and called out, "Daddy! I went poopy!"

I heard him shift, coming over to my play corner in the living room. He had his hands on his hips as he sniffed the air, "It certainly does smell like a little stinker made a poopy, that's for sure."

I giggled, hiding my face behind my hands as he approached me. He put his arms around my waist and bent me over to inspect my soiled diaper. I blushed furiously as he pulled my skirt up and out of the way, peering down the waist to assess the damage.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "Baby girl made a big big mess."

"Did I do a good job?" I asked.

He began to brush his hands over the back of my diaper before pressing his palm against it, squishing the mess into my sticky cheeks. "A very good job," he said holding my diapered bottom in his hand.

"Daddy, can I please have changies?" I asked, running a hand up his thigh, brushing my fingers along the outline of his growing cock. It twitched appreciatively in response.

"Oh," he chuckled warmly. "Does my little baby want to have a diaper change?"

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed as I traced the outline of is shaft. "It's a big poopy, and I need a very thorough clean up."

He rocked his hips back and forth, pulling me up and against his chest as he pressed his now rock hard erection up against my tummy. He tucked my hair behind my ear, tracing a finger down my cheek and pointing my chin up to look at him. He bent down to land a tender kiss on my quivering lips, our breath mixing, heavy with desire.

"Come on, my sweet girl. Let's get you out of that dirty thing," he purred in my ear, and my knees shook as I melted into his embrace.

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[sunarc]

Rule Break

Synopsis: Nanami has one rule: never fuck a client. You may just be his one exception

Cw: trainer Nanami, semi public sex, reader is a big flirt, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding,2.9k words

Nanami would consider himself a professional man. He knows his job can get a bit hot and sweaty sometimes, but he tries his best to keep his composure. He has a rule of his own: never fuck a client. It seems like a silly rule, but one would be surprised by how many trainers have had relationships with their clients. He likes to think he’s great at his one rule that is, until he takes you on as a client.

Something about you makes all the blood in his body rush to his lower half. You’re so beautiful, he whispers to himself each time you come in for a gym session. He’s never known himself to lose composure the way he does when you’re near.

“One more squat for me, you got this." His praise filled your ears as you lowered into your last squat.

“That’s it, good job” His clapping echoed in the half-empty gym as you finished putting the weight down.

You smiled at the tall, muscular man before high-fiving him. Nanami wouldn’t be wrong in believing you had an interest in him. Your eyes were always glued to him in ways he couldn’t really describe. The way you would lean into him when he showed you how to do something, or how you always stayed a bit later, asking him questions he was sure you already knew the answer to.

"So, Mr.Nanami, I was wondering if you could show me some more exercises for the legs.” You continued to explain how you wanted to strengthen them.

Nanami wanted so desperately to focus on your words, but his eyes could only seem to follow the sweat that dripped from your neck down to your breast. The zipper to your sports bra was down just enough so he could see how the fabric squeezed your chest. His mind was lost in thought, thinking of what it would feel like to push his length between them. He couldn’t help but think of how pretty they would look covered in his cum. Would you want a taste, or would you just let him cover you in his seed? Or maybe you’d prefer if he-

“Mr.Nanami?” You asked, titling your head with a faux look of innocence. “The leg workout?”

"O-ofcourse, I-um, yes, my apologies I have a lot on my mind today,” he excused his zoning out.

Nanami shook his head, ashamed at how yet again he had lost self-control. He was never like this, really. He almost wanted to plead with you to find another trainer. How could he possibly focus when his mind was constantly being plagued with thoughts of what you’d look like without your pink matching gym set. 

His body carried him over to a leg machine. He took a deep breath, trying to gather himself as he set up the machine to show you how to use it.

“I’m going to teach you about cable kickbacks.” He began lifting his leg to show you an example, “Now this focuses on the glutes."

His fingers pointed to the muscle. His eyes watched as your gaze scanned down his form to his toned butt with a soft smirk. He’d just brush it off as your excitement for a new workout.

"Alright, you try." His voice wavered, and you could swear there was a pink blush covering his cheeks.

You followed as he did, replicating the exercise. His hand smoothed against your lower back, angling your body.

“You feel it?” His voice was deep as he questioned you. You nodded your head, too focused on the pain of the exercise to speak.

"Yeah, just like that." His palm pushed deeper into your lower back, while his other hand focused on holding your core to keep you steady. Your eyes met his, and you could feel his gaze shift from professional to lust-filled. 

“Is that how you want me to do it, Mr.Nanami?” you questioned.

Anyone passing by would assume the question was referring to the workout, but from the look in your eyes, Nanami knew it had nothing to do with your actions.

"Yeah,” he breathed, his eyes still focusing on yours. “Just like that."

Nanami was very professional, but he’d be damned if he was going to miss matching your energy. You finished your last rep with ease. The tension in the air between the two of you was thick. The room was now empty, with everyone gone or preparing to leave.

“I guess our gym session is over. Would you care to walk me to the locker room? I have a few more questions before I go.” You said with an innocent smile.

Nanami nodded his head. Of course, he’d be willing to walk you. Any extra time he could get to spend with you, he’d take it.

You walked at a slow pace as you questioned him about what protein shakes he liked the best. Nanami had heard these questions before, but he’d be more than willing to entertain you for a bit more. You made it to the locker room and turned to face his tall figure.

“You did really great today, I’ll see you tomorrow for arms,” he said, giving a pinched smile before turning to walk away.

"Wait,” you called, grabbing his wrist.

He turned around wide-eyed

“I was wondering if you would be able to help me stretch before I go,” you whispered, suddenly feeling small at the advancement.

Nanami’s brain was wracked at the question, wondering if he should. What harm could a little stretching do? After all, he is your trainer, it’s a trainer's job to help their clients.

"Of course, I can help you do some stretches before I close up.” He led you to a room with privacy windows in the back.

The room was one you had never been in before. There were mats all over with a mirror wall. You picked up a mat and placed it near his own.

“We’ll start with a forward fold." He stood behind you with his hand on your waist while he guided your upper half downward. You folded into the stretch and pushed your ass against him. Nanami let out a low grunt before helping you to come back up. Your back pressed against his chest. You stared into the mirror, watching how he looked down at you with his lip between his teeth.

“What’s the next stretch, Mr.Nanami?”

His hands danced against your waist as he helped you maneuver through each stretch. Nanami’s breath grew heavier with each stretch. You seemed to be in a teasing mood today as you continued to press your ass against him each chance you got. Nanami didn’t think he’d be able to last much longer. The amount of pent-up energy in him was beginning to be too much to bear.

“Just lay down for me,” he whispered.

His hand dragged against your leg as he lifted it up and pressed it into your chest. He leaned his body down onto your leg to push you deeper into the stretch.

“I’m really flexible if you can't tell,” you giggled as you came face to face with him.

You were going to be the death of him. He could feel a bulge growing in his shorts, and he knew you could feel it too.

“How does that feel?” he asked, breathing in your scent.

You were so close to him. His eyes drifted down to your plump lips, memorizing the way your lips curved so perfectly into a smirk.

“It feels really good, sir,” you said softly. "Harder, please,” you were daring him. Your words were laced with nothing but pure filth.

Nanami leaned deeper into you, so close that his nose was almost pressed against yours.

“Like that.” His voice was nearing a growl.

He had a rule, one that he was willing to break for the first time.

“Just like that, sir."

Nanami silently asked himself for forgiveness because his next action would be very unlike himself. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. They were just as soft as he had imagined. You tasted sweet. Your lips danced against his in a hungry, passionate way. His hand moved to your waist, holding your body still as he grinded down on you. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of his clothed length pressing against your core. 

“Fuck” he whispered as he pulled away.

You let out a whimper at the sudden loss of his touch. He stood up and covered his flustered face as he tried to make a gap.

“Your rule, Kento,” he breathed out the words to himself.

You sat up on your elbows as you watched him pace back and forth.

"God, you don’t understand what you do to me,” he groaned as he turned to you, dragging his hands down his face.

You sat silently with a smirk playing on your lips.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" He ranted. His nose flared up as he stared at you. "I have a rule, you know.”

You sat up on your knees to face him.

“We don’t have to call it breaking the rule.” You played with the zipper on your sports bra, slowly dragging it lower. “Why don’t we just call it a little after-hour stretching?”

Nanami walked over to you, closing the gap.

“Just some stretching between a trainer and his trainee, right?” He was making an attempt to convince himself; it was not a rule break. He’s just being a kind trainer and helping his client stretch in all ways possible.

“Just a trainer and his trainee,” you repeated his words, and Nanami kneeled to be at eye level with you.

His hand softly grabbed your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. It had only been seconds, and he somehow missed the way you tasted. His tongue slipped past your lips and massaged against yours. You were everything Nanami dreamed you would be. The kiss was something he wanted to relive for the first time over and over again.

He bit his lip as his heart pounded in his chest. His cock strained against his shorts. He wanted to memorize every part of you, from the way your chest rose as he squeezed your breast to the way your hips rocked back and forth, desperate for friction.

“Lay down for me, pretty.”

Wanting to please him, you did as you were told. Nanami freed his cock from his shorts, and your eyes went wide. He was big. You were almost worried he wouldn’t fit inside. He stroked his cock a few times before straddling you.

He pushed his cock underneath your bra and squeezed his length between your breasts. He let out a low groan as his cock squeezed between the tight space. 

“Oh fuck baby,” his eyes fluttered shut as he inched his cock back and forth.

You let out a soft giggle and stuck your tongue out, swiveling around the tip of his cock each time he rocked his hips forward.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned. “Taking my cock so well,” he breathed.

“You think you deserve my cock stretching your tight hole?” he asked.

You nodded your head as your eyes looked up at his dark ones.

“Use your words. Closed mouths don’t get fed.” His words were demanding.

“Please fuck me, sir. I need it so bad,” you whimpered. “My pussy’s so wet thinking of you,” your words died down into a whisper as if embarrassed by the lewdness of it all.

Nanami chuckled as he unzipped your bra, freeing your chest. He leaned down and placed your nipple between his teeth, nibbling and sucking softly. You chanted out soft pleas as his tongue swiveled around your nipple.

His tongue moved against your skin, sucking and kissing as he inched down towards your core.

“Don’t get shy on me, pretty girl.” His fingers curled underneath the fabric of your tights, pulling them down to expose your core. “You were just begging me to stretch you out.”

He placed a soft kiss just above your core. You sat on your elbows, watching as he methodically planted kisses around your heat, just barely grazing your clit. You felt shivers run through your body at the anticipation. His hand pushed your legs up to your chest so that he could get a good view of how wet the thought of him was really making you.

“Hold your legs up for me, okay, princess.”

His dark eyes looked up to meet yours as his tongue licked a long, slow strip between your folds.

“All this just for me?” His warm breath fanned against your core.

You let out a low mewl as his tongue flicked against your clit messily. Nanami was a very neat and well-kept man, but the way he was eating you out was the complete opposite of what you knew him to be. He messily slurped your juices. You turned away, shutting your eyes at the sound. You couldn’t believe how he was making you lose your mind. He dipped two fingers inside, curling them as he dragged them in and out.

"Aww,” he cooed. “Don’t look away. Don't you want to watch me make this pussy cream on my tongue?”

Nanami’s words made you feel as if you were about to explode. His fingers pressed in and out of you, forming a rhythm. Your legs trembled as you neared a release. His tongue messily lapped at your warmth as he groaned against your core.

“I'm so close, oh g-” You were cut off by your own moan.

Nanami’s fingers curled inside of you as he massaged a spongy spot inside of you.

"Oh, there it is,” he groaned.

You let out a loud gasp as your body shook from your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back as he continued fucking his fingers into you.

"Mmh, you're so pretty when you make a mess for me."

He pulled away and moved to meet your lips.

“You want a taste, baby?” He leaned down to press his lips against yours. You were still shaking from your orgasm as you kissed back weakly. He held your legs in place, folding you into a mating press as his cock dipped into your slippery hole without warning. You let out a gasp, but it was easily swallowed by Nanami as he continued kissing and sucking your tongue. His thrusts were long and slow as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

“Such a good girl taking my cock like this,” he groaned the words against your lips.

Your body was trembling as your mouth hung open, letting soft whimpers fall past your lips.

“This is what you wanted right?” He leaned down to whisper the silky words in your ear, “You wanted me to stretch you out right?"

His thrusts picked up speed, and you couldn't help the lewd moans dripping off your tongue. His cock glided against your gummy walls, leaving you speechless. He was taking his claim on you, making you his. No other man would be able to make you feel this good. He wanted you to remember this, the way his cock dragged in and out of you, the relentless pace of his hips slamming against yours, the way his warm tongue ran up your neck to your ear, sending shivers through your body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted.

“Then why aren’t you thanking me?” he growled

A string of thank-yous spilled past your lips. You were in a daze, stuck in obedience. He had you wrapped around his finger.

“There’s my good girl,” he cooed.

His cock felt so thick, spreading you out. Your mind was blurred, only able to focus on how his cock was able to reach places you had never explored before. He plunged his cock in and out of you, groaning at the sounds of your cunt squelching for him.

"Fuck, you don’t understand how long I've wanted this,” he breathed the words into your ear. “All those times I thought about sinking my cock into this soaking hole.”

His words were going straight to your core.

“I always thought about how badly this pussy needed me, how you needed my cum to fill you to the brim,” he grunted.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling yourself growing closer to the edge.

“Please, sir i- Please can I cum?” You whined desperately, pleading with him.

"Oh, you want to cum, huh? Go ahead, princess, make a mess for me. Show me how pretty this pussy looks cumming on my cock.”

Your orgasm flooded over you like a wave. Your body shook as your hands gripped onto Nanami, dragging your nails down his skin.

"Oh, that’s it, good girl,” he whispered as you trembled, releasing all over him. “Pussy’s squeezing me so tight, you ready for me, baby? Where do you want it?”

Your eyes rolled back as he continued fucking you through your orgasm.

"Inside, please," you slurred, barely able to think straight.

Nanami chuckled at hearing how out of your mind you were.

“My favorite place,” he dragged his cock roughly in and out of you, grunting with each thrust. He held your body close as he released inside, groaning at how you clenched around him.

He pulled out, smiling softly at the way his cum drooled from your hole. He stuffed his fingers inside, pushing the cum back in, before gently putting your clothes on. He held you softly as you calmed down, catching your breath.

“I think we may need to do some stretching after our sessions more often."

[sl8yter]

Apparently - Mühl Pt2. to Get It Together

Nika realizes her mistake at the last minute and opens up only to realize she was wrong.

Nika Muhl x Fem Reader

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“Wow twin you’re an asshole” Paiges vocalizes in a brash tone

Nika had come to her friend’s dorm seeking advice on how to proceed after the fallout of her and her girlfriend’s fallout. She had found Paige, KK, and some other teammates hanging out after hours building legos and stuffing their faces with food.

“I dont know what to do. I really do love her I just dont know how to tell her. Nahiem is just a friend she doesnt understand that. She never does.” Nika nervously states as she paces around the table in the middle of the main area as her teammates brain storm solutions for her as they lounge on the couch.

“Okay well first of all stop doing that” KK speaks up

“Doing what?”

“The way you say that she doesn’t understand seems so bashing. Like girl, of course shes gonna kick you out after you talk to her like that. So don’t act surprised” KK’s lack of goofiness acts as a reality check to Nika. Her pacing ends abruptly as she stops to look up and cover her face as an attempt to stop her tears from flowing.

“I could text her to meet up and then Nika could like surprise her with flowers and stuff” Paige says zoning back into the conversation with her faulty solution

“Flowers isnt gonna fix the fact that (yn)s been feeling ignored and how she most likely thinks you’ve been cheating on her. But we can use the first part of Paiges plan. Did you atleast try and text her before you left?” Inês states promptly looking at Nika whos cheeks were wet as she sat down on the couch in between KK and Paige.

“No I came straight here.”

“Oof not good.” Aaliyah butts in

“Why. Please dont make me cry anymore” The Croatian girl says her voice breaking softly towards the end.

“Well if I was her and I already was thinking it. I would personally think that you went to Nahiems. Thats just me though. Maybe (yn) doesn’t jump to conclusions as fast so don’t sweat it.”

“Girl boo, shes already crying about it what do you mean dont sweat it.” KK frankly puts her thoughts out as she wraps an arm around Nikas shoulder, a flimsy attempt to try and comfort the crying girl who’s heart broke a little more with KKs retort.

“I can post to my story and Nika can be in the backround looking all sad.” Paige tries to help

The group looks to Nika who had a contemplating look on her face which contrasted with the pink hue around her eyes and water marks down her cheeks. Her silence deafens the room before she shakes her head up and down.

As Paige takes and post the photo to her instagram story, Nika and the rest of her teamates come up with a plan to try and get (yn) to meet up with Nika in order for them to talk it out. It only takes 20 minutes before (yn) viewed the blondes story and it only took a second for the same blonde to text (yn) to meet up with her at the park 10 minutes away saying it was an emergency.

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"Paige" I whisper yelled as I walked through out the empty park. Paige had only texted me a cryptic message telling me it was an emergency and to meet her at the park near the dorms.

"Paige come out it's to cold for this." I yelled only slightly louder before a hand had grasped my shoulder causing me to release a yelp and break my neck to look behind me. Only to find the last face I wanted to lay my eyes upon.

"Nika what the fuck are you doing? I thought you were gonna kidnap me. Where's Paige?" I asked, scolding Nika for the scare.

"I couldn't wait until tommorrow to see you. She only texted you so I could meet up with you. Listen to me I-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there before you try to say things I've heard from you a thousand times. I'm tired of us having the same conversations over and over again. It never goes anywhere Nika. Now like I said before go and get some sleep so we can both talk about this with a clear head." I state, exasperated at her mood of just now wanting to talk about things when she had so long to do so.

"Listen to me please bebo you can break up with me, yell at me, or call me every dirty word you know just please let me talk to you. You don't even have to face me. Just hear me." Her voice breaks between most words causing her accent to slip. The begging insanely out of character from the confident girl you usually knew.

"Okay. Just tell me what it is. Tell me why you've been such a dickhead to me." I tell her as I walk to a nearby swing to sit. She quietly trails behind me until I hear the clanking of the metal on the swing adjacent to mine. I refrain from looking over to her as I can feel the intensity of her gaze on my features. If I look, I know I'll cry but I have to let her know in someway that I'm going to stand my ground this time. No matter how much it hurts the both of us.

“Im so so sorry bebo. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen. When we first started dating I seen how amazing you are and how you were so happy all the time and how you always light up a room. Graduating and the draft has been driving me crazy since the start of the year. I felt so pressured to perform my best that I started doubting myself and I started to think that you were too good for me and-“ Her voice breaking as she stops for a moment to catch her breath. She stops looking at me to look at the sights in front of us, her shame showing in her body language

“That I thought I was gonna be a burden to you. Nahiem would help me. We would just go drive around and drink and do all this dumb stuff. It took the edge off and now I see how bad it was. How it lead me to start acting like you weren’t there. I use to think that my biggest fear was not achieving my dreams after I worked so hard for it, for everything. But in truth my biggest fear is achieving all my dreams and you not being there beside me. You’re so selfless that you constantly put up with me no matter how I treated you. I need to treat you better. I want to treat you better. I know I dont show it a lot but i love you more than anything, more than anyone. You believe in me bebo and I love you for it.” She finishes her voice shaky and her eyes somehow pinker than they were before.

“Of course I believe in you. Youre Nika Mühl. My girlfriend and future WNBA star. Youre so much more than you see Nika. Youre the reason I love to love.” I answer, not realizing I was crying as well until a tear drop fell from off my face.

Nika is silent as she wipes her face and quietly clears her throat before looking at me once again.

“You don’t hate me?” Her tender voice somehow making me forgive her within four words.

“I could never hate you. I love you.”

“I love you more” She says before suddenly standing from her seat and lunging at me causing us both to fall into the mulch below us. Her hands hold my waist as my arms wrap around her neck.

“Im so sorry.” Her soft voice fills my ears as the smell of her shampoo invades my brain.

“I forgive you.” Whispering back to the girl on top of me.

“Can I take you to the dorms?” She asks louder this time as she retracts to put her hands on either side of my head to hover above me.

“Only if you stay the night.”

To my response she quickly leans down to capture my lips. I can feel her slightly whimper at the contact. My hands quickly get lost in her hair as she lowers herself to lay between my legs as she continues to assault my lips slightly opening her mouth to encourage me to go farther. I can feel her heart pounding as her chest is flush against mine.

I gently push her off me as I go to sit up, suddenly remembering that it was 2 AM and we were in a public park.

“Take me home and then I’ll see if I want you to go further.” I tell Nika as shes on her knees infront of me, rubbing the sides of my thighs with her large hands.

To my statement Nika swiftly picks me up wedding style and starts jogging to my dorm building. Her antics make me laugh with mirth as I see her small smile, her eyes glancing at me as we lock eye contact for a second that I wish could have lasted forever. Her strength and her athleticism made me thank her coach as it was only helping me in forgiving her completely.

I kiss her cheek softly as she continues her jog.

“I love you so much Nika. I want you to come to me first whenever you have doubts or whenever you start thinking things like that ever again. I love you, I care for you, and I want you to be happy. You mean everything to me.”

She stops jogging for a second to put me down as she grips my waist with speed to pull me into a kiss. Far more passionate than any weve had before. My hands wrapped around her face holding her as if she were glass. Her hands explore my waist, rubbing and squeezing slightly. I caress her jaw moving one hand farther back to play with her hair at the base of her neck.

We both pull back to rest our foreheads against another, our mouths agape catching oxygen as our exhales mix. The lack of space between us was tantalizing as it was obvious both of us wanted more. The only thing stopping us,being our lung capacity and the open space.

“I dont think I can wait much longer for you” Nika admits her eyes dark with a familiar cloud of lust. The breathiness in her voice causing a feeling that Nika was all too well associated with inside my body.

“Then lets hurry up.” I say tauntingly as I knew she was gonna be the one running us both back to bed. I knew she could do it, she knew I could match her pace and run along side her, but we both knew how much hotter it would be if she did all the work and how much better it would be in bed.

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Changed my mind, tried writing a smut for this but then I was like rereading it and ts was so toxic. Oh em gee. Like on a deep level if yall like ts great for you I just cant post something like it n be okay with myself after 😭😭🙏

REQUEST SOME THINGS YALL. DONT BE SCARY!!

[staylovesmiley]

Sometimes I hate the way my mind works. Makes it so hard to go through with my day like a normal person!

So, you are in a poly relationship with Skz. Tonight you are spending with Seungmin. And you feel somewhat bold! You ask him to try anal for the first time. You were toying with the idea in your mind for weeks so you had already bought various sizes and designs of butt plus. You bring them to him and ask him to prep you. You lay across his thighs, your black laced panties already soaked. He takes some time to spank your plump flesh when suddenly he rips the material (leaving the pieces on you because ain't no one have time to throw them away), he spits on his fingers and smears it to your pretty little hole. He uses his tongue occasionally to prep you better. A couple of minutes later he slowly inserts a finger, your weak voice moaning his name. After he is satisfied he tries another finger and there is when your fist tightens around his pants. Feeling you relaxing further, he opens the box of goodies you brought him earlier. Firstly he grabs the lube, pouring a good amount to your tight hole. His hand finds a diamond plug and gently lodges it in you. You whine, a noise between pleasure and pain. With the diamond in you he goes on to spank you again. When you are once again red and flustered, he pulls the little plug out, grabbing a slightly bigger one. Spiting on it he sinks it slowly to the perfect gap he already created. But, turns out this one is a vibrating one. After it's all the way in, he snatches the controller and starts to gently teasing you going from the lower mode to the hardest. You moan and try to stop yourself by biting down to the sheets. Somewhere down the line you feel him pulling it out and getting up. He places you to the bed, ass up and cheek in your pillow. You can hear him unclasp his belt and there is where the tip of his leaky dick is in you. Steady and while talking you sweetly through it, he starts pushing further and further in. Your pussy wet like you never felt before. With hazy eyes and sweat all over you, you see someone slowly walking to where you were layed almost unconscious. A familiar voice hits your ears and you feel a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Lix.....?"

You just mumble

"I am here princess" He gets a hold of one of your hands "You look so pretty, baby. You can do it! Just breath and relax. And maybe tomorrow in our own night we could try this pretty tail you've bought too"

With Felix holding you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, with your hair stuck around your face in various forms and your temperature almost feverish, with the pain driving you crazy transforming to pleasure like you've never experienced before, Seungmin now starts to fully thrust in and out your abused ass. The Aussie's hand now between your thighs drawing circles around your clothes up to the point you come undone with a loud scream and squirt, for what it feels, gallons.

"There you go, angel" The younger man whispers leaving a kiss upon your ass

Let me tell you this is the first thing I saw when I woke up and I literally had to do a double take- ngl anal isn’t exactly my thing to be on the receiving end of but I gotta commend your dedication for writing out a whole fic in my asks like seriously (also couldn’t help but think of the collision universe while reading thing since Star lives with Minnie and Lix- just food for thought to those who read the series lol)

[iambilliejeanok]

I feel like itachi feeds his s/o so good

And his cooking is like delicious

Okay I’m making this a request thanks🫶🏾

Warnings:18+, fluff, mentions of sex.

Coming home from work to indulge in your mans cooking.

He looks forward to it, smiling to himself in the comfort of the kitchen of your shared home after a short conversation over the phone with you.

You’re getting ready to knock off of work and he’s already rolling up his sleeves, opening the last drawer to pull out his favourite apron. It’s black with the words “butter my buns” written in bold red letters, small flames on each end of the phrase. You got it for him on his last birthday, and he thought it was funny and loved the denim material of it. It was perfect to his tastes and used it every opportunity he had. The two of you might of gotten down a few times with him still wearing it, with you butt naked of course, against the shelves in the pantry, the memories of your frequent mischievous adventures in the little room warming up his cheeks as he walks out of the pantry with a box of spaghetti, a can of peeled tomatoes, some seasonings and a few other things. He tries to move fast, carefully carrying all the ingredients in his arms, placing them down on the counter. Your commute back home would normally take you around 25 minutes if you didn’t stop to grab anything on the way way home and in those 25 minutes, he needed his meal to be hot and ready for you to eat.

He focused diligently on the task at hand, allowing his thoughts to drift to you every now and then. He looked forward to you coming home every evening, and for some reason, found himself feeling rather excited for you to fill yourself with whatever meal he prepared for you. He genuinely loves cooking. He always had, ever since he was just a child, still cooking the best meals for his younger brother, which you knew nothing of, nevertheless, you still felt somewhat lucky to have delicious meals prepared for you everyday by none other than Uchiha Itachi.

He loves that you have such an adventurous palette and that you scarf down everything he serves you, indulging in his cooking with moans and groans over every mouthful. You flatter him this way without fail, Itachi catching himself smiling again while he went to work on the sauce, adding every ingredient to thoughts of you, playing over and over again in his head, scenarios of how you’d walk into the house and he’d be ready to embrace you, and help you place whatever you walked in with away before the two of you attacked each other with hugs and kisses that he wished would last forever…but he was content with every moment anyhow, dumping the drained spaghetti into the sauce while eyeing the time. You’d be in here any minute now, Itachi growing warmer by the minute, feeling slightly anxious that you’d walk in before he could plate up the food, he takes this kind of stuff very seriously you know.

Wiping away the sweat that lightly drenched his forehead with the back of his hand, he heard the door open. He didn’t waste another second, speed walking to the foyer to welcome you. “Hey” His voice was so deep and smooth, the red words on his apron grabbing your attention, the memories making you blush for a second, which he noticed, standing there with his bare feet in some cozy, fluffy slippers, black jeans, a black shirt and his hair tied up into a bun at the top of his head, a few strands hanging down his face and a gentle smile plastered on his face as he neared you in a few slow steps. “Hey”, you squeaked. He looked incredibly sexy right now, something you found yourself battling to overlook since the first time you came home to him. And suddenly, you felt that familiar arousal slowly building up in your tummy and between your legs. You felt hungry too, your tummy grumbling as soon as you got a whiff of that wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry, dinners already served” He spoke as he cupped both of your cheeks in the palms of his hands, tilting you face towards his as he leaned down to kiss you, the soft feel of your lips melting in between his somewhat sating the hunger he’d manage to keep well suppressed until this very moment, immediately breaking the kiss when he heard you moan ever so softly. He wanted to restrain himself for just a little longer. He still needed you to eat. “Come lets go”, he said, leaving you breathless as he dragged you by the hand into the kitchen, pulling out the chair underneath the counter, lifting you up to help you sit, making you giggle like a child.

You were so cute, he was happy he had something prepared to fill your grumbling tummy, placing a mat down in front of you before putting you plate on top of it. “Eat up babe, don’t wait for it to get cold” . He opened the fridge to retrieve a tall jug of lemon water, and you snuck a look at his ass, Itachi catching you as he turned around. You quickly looked down at your plate, feeling slightly embarrassed as you reached for your fork. “Come sit with me pleasssee”, you asked. “One second” Itachi said, finally sitting down on the chair beside you, placing two glasses down and planting a kiss on your head. “How did you know I wanted spaghetti tonight?”, you asked, twirling some on your spoon, ready for a mouthful of warmth and delight. He dug into his food next to you, the excitement for you to try his food never dying down, even in this moment. “Maybe I read your mind”, he teased, but you blushed, wondering if he read all the other stuff you hand in mind for the evening, his big dark eyes making you feel hot. You quickly stared down at your food, stuffing you face with the first bite, a soft moan slipping from your throat, the taste of the delicious ingredients gracing your mouth, unable to resist shoving more into your mouth. “And of course I’ll eat you out right here as soon as I clean up the table”, he casually mentioned and you nearly chocked on your food.

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. smut, unprotected sex, sex in the middle of night, nightmares, established relationship, fluff, kissing, etc.

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia 💌

“Baby.. you’re having a nightmare..” you turned to face your husband who kept tossing and turning groaning and growling. You winced when you saw his claws growing out, knowing it hurts him. You rubbed his wrist softly kissing it. “Baby.. please wake up..” you kissed his cheek. Your kiss somewhat made him woke up and he straight sat up growling angrily. Clenching his fists his claws halfway out— you closed your eyes chest heaving as you took a deep breath. “I’m sorry..” he whispered. “No no no.. it’s okay baby..” you climbed to his lap hugging him close. “You have nightmares..” you cupped his cheeks making him look you in the eyes. You saw how sorry he was. His claws slowly retreated when he hugged you close to his chest. Slipping your warm hands under his white undershirt, kissing his shoulder. “I could’ve cut you.. hurt you. I’m so sorry..” you shook your head. “It’s okay baby.. I know your nightmares are frequent lately.” His bearded cheek now resting on your chest you rubbed over his back, comforting him. “Lay back..” you kissed his cheek slowly littering his skin with soft kisses. Gazing at you he listened to you slowly laying back down on his back, you now straddled his hips.

“Whatcha thinkin kitten..” he hummed, sweat rolling down his brow allowing himself to relax into the comfy bed. “Nothin..” your hands wandered down his toned abdomen stopping above his pj’s. “Just..” you smiled hovering above him pressing your lips against his taking his cock out. He gritted his teeth groaning at the touch of your sweet dainty fingers on his hard cock. You traced that bulging vein on underside of his length, moaning into his mouth. “Fuck..” he flipped you over so you ended up underneath him. Gasping loudly he feared your nighty apart with a single pull attacking your lips with his kissing you urgently. Getting himself between your thighs you whimpered feeling his cock against your pussy and he made sure he plunged right inside of you. Gosh the wetness.. the squelching sounds of your poor pussy being so stuffed full of him “Teasin’ your oldman like that huh?” Grunting he buried his face against your neck wrapping his huge arms around your body snapping his hips into you. Your pussy stretched so deliciously and the way your cream coated him only made him moan animalistically fucking you faster, harder. Your thighs raised, heels resting on his thighs as he pounded into you hungrily biting your shoulder making you cry out. “Baby..! Daddy!!” You clawed his back gripping it the way he rocked you back and forth jolting you beneath him with every thrust your belly swirled with heat. “Wanna cum on my cock, sweet little pussy for me huh?” He breathed watching his cock slide in and out of you rapidly rearranging his hands now on your waist holding you down on his cock. You nodded biting your lip whimpering loudly gasping for breath the way he angled his hips fucking you stupid. He needed this.. your pussy clenching around him chocking him perfectly milking all of his cum. “Fuck.. fuck.. fuck….!” He growled pulling out of you gently. A broken whimper left you at the loss of his delicious cock. Flipping you on your belly he pulled your ass up just enough to plunge back inside of you this way he was reaching so deep you cried out. “I can take it.. mmmmm!!! Daddy.” You screamed into the pillow clenching your hands in the sheets. “Yeah? Being a good little girl for me huh?” Big calloused hands of your husband made you moan loudly the way he started to started to snap his hips into you slamming his hips against your butt. God the way he manhandled you as if you were a doll.. your skin was so hot to touch. Infused with love, with lust, with desire.

His heavy balls clapping your abused clit and his fingers soon found your circling it, burying his face in your hair as he gasped in pleasure fucking out all of his tension and bad memories of his nightmare. You felt so small on his length, underneath him like this. “Your old man loves you so much..” his thrusts decreased sending shivers down your spine the way his hands explored your naked breasts fondling them searching for your lips you kissed him with moans. “Love you so much..mmm..” your tongues tangled in heated passion and soon his hips picked up the speed thrusting his cock in and out of you until you tensed. The tip of his cock nestled on your sweet spot and it made you roll your eyes back into your skull. Your ruined cunt clenched around him so hard he growled loudly biting your shoulder. Your nails piercing your sheets as you gripped them squirting around his cock, he hummed at the mess shoving himself deeply inside of you unloading his warm cum in you. You sagged against the bed, and so did he letting you feel his weight. You smiled tiredly— feeling him roll off you and you automatically snuck into his tired arms. He kissed your forehead rubbing your arm and you couldn’t fight your exhaustion anymore. He watched you sleep, the moon shining through the window. You looked so beautiful like this.. in his arms. All his.. safe.. always safe.

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(Any typos, mistakes I apologise in advance)

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

How about some white knight

Weiss inherited her family company and needs a good secretary. Her old classmate Jaune is looking for a job so why not hire him. On his first day Weiss gives him his new uniform, a speedo and collar and nothing else. At first it was great but she might have to hire another secretary to actually get some work done considering how much time she waists toying with the blonde boy.

Hope you like it, and good luck with the new blog.

Being the secretary to Weiss Schnee wa sa task not many were qualified or able to perform. While tending to the company need, you also had to cater to her own well. Something her current one, Jaune arc, learned on during his duration.

Day 1:

Jaune stared at himself in the mirror withing Weiss's office, confusion and uncertainty evident on his face.

"Umm, Weiss, are you sure this is a standard issue SDC uniform?" He questioned

The uniform in question, a light blue speedo that tightly squeezed his groin, causing an ever-present bulge on the front, and a simple collar with a white bow tie.

The woman in question stiffled a snicker before composing herself. "Of course it is, jaune. All secretaries that came before you wore this outfit without any complants"

And obvious lie.

"But if you feel it's inappropriate..."

Jaune shook his head, putting the matter to rest. "No, it's fine. Just kinda tight is all."

He looked in the mirror once more, "Does this speedo make my butt look big?"

Weiss wiped her mouth of the stream of saliva that leaked from her mouth as she stared at the blonde.

"Yes, Perfectly so"

DAY 2:

"Jaune, could you come here, please?"

"What do you need Ms. Schnee?" He asked as he entered the office, a noticeable blush covering his face.

Weiss pointed to a stack of papers on the floor. "Do you mind picking those up for me. As you can see *motioning to the mess of papers on her desk* I'm a bit busy over here"

Jaune, seeing nothing wrong happily agreed, bending over to pick up the conveniently dropped behind the door, papers. Giving the heiress a clear view of his toned ass, the speedo wedging itself between his cheeks. A perversely satisfied grin spread across her face as he stood.

"Thank you, Jaune, that will be all for now" She said, discretly wiping away blood that trinkled from her nose.

DAY 5:

Weiss was on a video call with some conglomerates about a potential business opportunity in regards to the untapped dusk deposit on Menagerie. All the while, her face was red with sweat pouring down it.

"Are you alright, Ms. Schnee?" One asked

Weiss simply nodded, passing it off as the air conditioner being on the fritz. When in truth, Jaune was on his knees with his head locked in her groin by her creamy white thighs as he was ordered to eat Weiss out during her business calls. His long, flat tongue hitting just the right spots.

"God's you eat cunt so fucking good" she muttered, keeping sure to not alert the conglomerates to her secret activity. Her delicate hands grabbed hold of his blonde, pushing him into her core further.

"Keep eating my cunt like this and I'll give you a tasty reward~" She moaned

"Excuse me, Ms. Schnee?"

"I said this opportunity would be hard to ignore" She replied quickly, covering her words descretly.

" Of course it is! Those ani...."

Weiss zoned out of what they were saying as her climax was approaching fast. She squeezed her thighs tighter around Jaune's head, locking him in place as she came. Her clear lady like juices splatter against his face like a tsunami.

"Oh fuck.....good boy" she cooed, stroking his he like a dog. Turning back to the meeting like nothing happened. " Now as you were saying"

DAY 10:

"AAAAHHH WEEISSSS!!!" Jaune screamed, his hand gently gripping her snow white locks as she bobbed her head up and down his cock.

What started this was when he brought i her a cup of coffee after a stressful meeting. He offered her cream, but she wasn't interested in the kinda from a cow. Instead, pinning him against a wall as she inhaled his cock like her life depended on it, making him scream and moan in pleasure.

"WEISS! SLOW DOWN....I'M GONNA......" he warned.

The heiress ripped herself of his length, using one hand to stroke him to completion and the other holding her coffee under his tip.

"Do it." She commanded, "CUM for me.....Right now"

Jaune grunted on last time before letting loose.a torrent of pearl white seed. The volume of his ejaculated filling her mug, coating her hand, and staining the floor.

Once he shown signs of stopping, Weiss raise her cum covered coffee to her lips taking a lon yet dainty sip. Humming approvingly, as she licked her lips

"Hmm, good consistency, above average duration, but the taste could be improved on~"

Day 15:

"Is Jaune working overtime again?"

"Fraid so."

"Drat, I was hoping to invite him out for a drink. Geez, Ms. Schnee must be working him like a dog."

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"OH FUCK!!" Weiss cried as she felt jaune's warm life giving fluid fill her narrow crevice for the 4th time.

The two of them have been going at it since lunch hours, yet shown no clear signs of fatigue or the desire to stop. At least for Weiss, her secretary in only name was a different story. Jaune was panting like a dog, sweat pouring down his body, and his cock sore and sensitive from continuous use.

"Weiss, please.....let me rest......i......I can't keep going...:

She glared at him and yanked the collar she made him wear harshly, earn a yelp from the blonde.

"SILENCE! GOOD BOYS DO SPEAK TIL SPOKEN TO"

Day 20:

"And that concludes this interview, thank you for come, Ms. Smith" Weiss smiled at her new secretary.

The woman, a shy and nervous rabbit faunus, returned her smile and shook her hand.

" I want to thank you for this opportunity Ms. Schnee. But I do have a bit of a question"

Weiss raised an eyebrow

"What happened to the last secretary?"

Weiss smiled once more, rubbing the growing bump in her stomach.

"Let's just say he got promoted to personal assistant

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Sorry it took so long. Also thanks for the support

[punksyeet]

- Monthly Cuddles ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) gets her period and tries to make the most out of the day with her man by her side.

Warning: Hefty flirting & talks of smut!

Out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach.

I quietly hiss and sit up, doing my best not to wake up Josh, who's laid next to me peacefully sleeping.

I look over and tap my phone so it reveals my lock screen.

4:06 in the morning.

Seriously?!

Thinking it's maybe just gas, I slowly and carefully wiggle out of his arms and head to the bathroom.

I slide down my underwear and see blood on a pad that I put on last night, since I started feeling some heavy cramps after dinner.

Fuck!

I groan, wrap it in toilet paper, discard it, and reach over to the counter to replace it with a new one.

After about a minute or so, I feel light footsteps and a knock at the door.

"Baby? You alright in there?" Josh calls.

Ugh he's so sweet. Always checking up on me. <3

I smile softly. "Y-yeah baby I'm alright. Go back to bed."

"You sure ma? You need anything?" he reassures.

"I'm good baby," I reply. "I pinky promise."

I hear a light chuckle behind the door. "Alright baby I'll be in bed if you need me."

I softly smile and finish up before washing my hands and leaving the bathroom. 

"Everything alright?" he asks, as I climb back into bed.

I nod. "Just my period."

"Ah damn," he says after groaning.

I softly smile. "I know. Luckily I only get it for like 3-4 days so I'll live."

He smiles and opens his arms so I can lay in them, and that I do.

I kiss his tattooed chest before laying my head on it, and my arms around his waist.

He lays his arm around me, just above my ass, and rubs my back.

"So baby I..." I begin, but I'm cut off by him snoring.

I quietly giggle and lightly kiss his bottom lip, before wrapping us up in the blanket and drifting off to sleep myself.

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I wake up to the sun peeking behind our bedroom curtains and reach over to look at the time on my lock screen.

10:07 in the morning.

Much better.

The faint smell of cinnamon fills the air and I softly smile.

"Always cooking," I mutter to myself, before heading to the bathroom for a quick refresh.

I end up taking a quick shower and changing into some comfy clothes.

I tie my hair up into a messy bun and leave the bathroom, automatically met with the sight of my man setting up a mini table with food.

I smile and walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. "Baby you didn't have to do this."

He turns around smiling and cups my face. "I wanted to mama. Now get yo cute lil ass in bed and eat something so you can take medicine."

I playfully roll my eyes and reach up, puckering my lips.

He chuckles and accepts, pressing his lips on mine.

I pull away making a "mwuah" sound and climb into bed after he playfully smacks my butt.

"Cinnamon sugar oatmeal, a couple of Aleve, and some orange juice to drink with the pills," he says, putting everything on the table in front of me once I get comfy.

I smile and kiss his cheek. "This looks yummy. Thank you baby."

He smiles and strokes my cheek. "I'm gonna head downstairs to the garage for a workout. Call me if you need me, okay?"

I nod and start eating.

He smiles and watches for a bit before heading out of the room.

Soon enough, I get a notification that he went live on Instagram.

I open the app, tap his profile picture, and watch.

My bottom lip slides between my teeth, as sweat drips down his caramel tattooed skin and his shorts get higher and higher with every lift.

Lord give me strength. I'm so fucking lucky.

About 40-45 minutes later, he ends the live.

Shortly after, I hear footsteps coming upstairs and towards the bedroom.

He comes in and I look up from my phone and smile.

"Hey baby," he coos, wiping his forehead with a towel.

"Hi sexy fella," I reply. "I watched your live."

He smirks, walks over, and runs his hands up and down my sides. "Oh yeah? Did you like what you saw?"

I bite my lip and blush. "You know I did."

He leans down and presses his lips to mine.

I moan in his mouth as he slides tongue across mine.

After about ten strokes, I pull away. "Boy I'm bleeding like all hell. At least tease me when we're able to fuck again!"

He bursts into laughter. "Well baby we can fuck whenever you want, bleeding or not. Just say the words."

My mouth drops open as he kisses my forehead and walks off into the bathroom.

Before I can speak another word, I get a FaceTime from Trin. I smile and tap the green button.

G: Hey sis!

T: Hey lovebug! How are you?

G: I'm alright. Trying to survive off these damn period cramps. You?

T: Ughhh girl I feel you I just finished mine. But hey, at least we ain't pregnant right?!

I burst into laughter and nod.

G: You have a point there ma'am!

She giggles and sets me up on her vanity, and starts on her makeup.

G: Oooh girl you look good! What are you up to today?

T: Well, I have a nail appointment for Jon and I's date tonight. You should join me!

G: Oooh that sounds fun. My nails could use a bit of a touch-up.

She squeals and claps her hands.

T: Period! My appointment is at 4:30 - I'll call and make you one as well.

G: Sounds good, sis. I'll see you then!

We say our goodbyes and hang up.

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It's about 3:45 now - just over half an hour until I have to meet Trin at the salon, so I start getting ready.

I pick out a cute tube top and sweatpants set, as well as some fluffy sides.

"Where you going lookin that fine?" Josh asks from the island, as I walk downstairs.

I playfully roll my eyes and smile, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Getting my nails done with Trin. I won't be too long since she has a date with Jon tonight."

He nods and caresses my waist and ass. "Alright mama. I'll see you when you get home. Be safe, okay?"

"I will," I reply. "I love you."

"I love you more," he replies. "Have fun."

We share a kiss and I head out then drive to the salon.

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"Sooo," Trin begins, looking over at me from her table. "How are you and my brother in law?"

I smile and look over at her. "We're doing good! He treats me like a princess. I love him so much."

She sticks out her bottom lip. "I'm so happy for you, babygirl. You deserve it.”

I reach out and join our free hands.

"Just know that if he messes with you I'll whoop his ass," she continues, mouthing "ass".

I giggle and nod. "Of course, Trin. How are you and his goofball brother?"

She laughs and shakes her head. "Girl, he's a trip. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

I smile and turn back to my nail tech.

As we keep talking, the appointment rolls on and soon enough, our nails are finished.

I got a basic french tip and Trin got the same but with blue.

FATU replied to your story: Come home to yo man so I can feel these in my hair 😩😍

I smile and shake my head, before driving home.

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"Honey I'm hoooome!" I sing, walking through the front door and closing it behind me.

"Welcome hoooome!" Josh mocks me, before walking over and holding my waist.

I giggle and we share a lengthy kiss before sitting on the couch.

He kisses my hand and wraps an arm around me. "How was your time with Trin?"

I smile. "Lots of fun as always. I love her so much."

He smiles and strokes my cheek. "I'm glad, baby. Seeing you happy with my family brings joy to my heart."

I smile and kiss his cheek before he lays his head on my lap.

"Whatchu wanna do for dinner?" he asks, rubbing my side.

I think for a minute.

"We caaaaaan order waffle house?" I suggest, playing with his curls.

His excitedly sits up. "I gotta wife you up one day."

I giggle and kiss his cheek. "I'll put the order in. Two waffles and triple scattered and covered hash browns right?"

He kisses my shoulder. "You already know mama."

I smile and tap away at my phone while he moves me over and sits me on his lap.

"Whatchu getting?" he asks between kisses to my temple.

"Mmm," I reply with my lips puckered and to the side while thinking. "Maybe the cheesesteak hash brown bowl."

"Oooo that sounds good," he coos, still kissing me.

I look over at him and giggle. "I've never seen a man so excited for some damn waffles."

He shrugs, smiling. "Aye you know me boo!"

I roll my eyes playfully and grab the side of his face, backing up my neck to kiss his cheek.

He smiles and wraps his arms around my waist, rubbing my stomach. "How are your cramps mama?"

"Not too bad anymore," I reply, hitting order. "The pills definitely helped earlier."

He nods and I place my phone down, turn around, and get comfy against his chest.

He chuckles and lifts up my chin gently before placing his dreamy lips on mine.

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** Josh's POV **

Gi and I finished dinner a little while ago.

That shit was too damn good.

We took a shower right after and are now laid in bed, my head in her lap, her fresh nails in my hair, watching her favorite Disney movie: Tangled.

Once I feel her stop scratching, I look up.

I chuckle lightly as I see her head tilted to the side against the pillow, light snores coming out of her parted lips.

I turn off the movie, carefully move to the side of her, and wrap her in my arms.

She stirs in her sleep and wraps her arms around my waist and lays her head on my chest.

I smile and gently kiss her temple. "Goodnight beautiful."

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: laurance, zane

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𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ☆ playing about you by the 1975

little hands and feet dig relentlessly through grass as you and laurance search for any sign of a tiny amphibian hopping through the dirt. it was the nicest part of summertime to be outside, and the both of you had bounded out of the back door as soon as the small rain shower stopped. (despite his adoptive mother’s complaints about the mud that the two of you would inevitably track back inside.)

the sun was out again, though, beating it’s sun rays down on your little heads and warming the dew drops that had landed on your clothes. could she really be mad, when it was the perfect conditions to find the slimy creatures?

your eyes drift away from the task at hand, gazing up at the fluttering wings of dragonflies that flew by, racing around the sun rays that filtered through the large trees above your head.

a little “woah!” leaves laurance’s mouth—interrupting your childish wonder as he suddenly lifts both of his hands up to reveal a large croaking frog between his fingers.

“you caught one!” you squeal, hopping through the short distance of long grass and grabbing onto his arm to take a closer look.

“wanna hold it?” he offers, squinching his face as it begins to wriggle in his clutches.

you nod hesitantly, making a noise of discomfort as you feel the wet skin of the frog beneath your fingers. laurance makes a small noise of boyish disgust and amusement, leaning down to take a better look at it’s beady little eyes.

“will it turn into a prince if i kiss it?” you suddenly ask, turning the frog around to look at its wide face. 

the boy wrinkles his nose, giving you a funny look. “no. why would you want to, anyway?”

“so i can become a princess!”

laurance’s round eyes roll up, dark lashes stuck together from the humidity and sweat. you both had spent a lot of time outside this summer, so the ends of his hair strands appeared more sandy blonde than brunet.

“you already act like one, so why’s it matter?” he jokes in a silly voice, his hands sassily placed on his hips.

“hey!” you start, before a disgusted squeal leaves your lips as the frog pees on your palms. “ewww! he peed on me!”

you drop the frog to the ground, releasing him from his temporary prison as he hops away into his muddy freedom. laurance sighs as his new friend disappeared as soon as he came. 

“cadenza said that frog pee can give you warts,” he says, still staring at the place where the frog had left. “so you’ll be a scary witch instead of a princess.”

tears gather in your little eyes, and as laurance looks back at you, his own eyes widen in panic.

“i was just kidding!” the poor boy scrambled. “don’t cry!”

but it’s too late. tears fall down your round cheeks as you look down at your hands, blabbering about how you “didn’t want warts” and “didn’t wanna be a scary witch”.

he freezes for a moment, before grabbing your arm and guiding you to the hose faucet on the side of his house. turning on the faucet, your hands are doused into the cool water with his as he uses the pads of his fingers to scrub your hands clean.

“see? you’re a princess again, so don’t cry.”

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄 ☆ playing treehouse by alex g

“just leave me alone!”

you freeze from your spot at the top of the treehouse ladder, peeking up through the hole in the floor to where zane was pouting in the corner. his chubby round cheeks are red, embarrassed tears pricking his eyes as he scratches at the freckles that spanned across his face.

“but why?” you ask, crawling up to the spot next to him.

“because! i don’t want to talk to anyone!”

“because garroth was being a butt head?”

the boy’s pouted lips pucker in amusement—poorly veiled as annoyance as he glances to you through his messy black hair. 

“yeah...”

“well i think freckles are cool, so don’t listen to him.”

“you’re the only one who thinks that.” he mutters, shoving the lower half of his face into his grass-stained knees.

you cross your arms with a huff, hopping up to your feet. “nuh uh! do you think your mommy’s freckles look stupid?”

blue eyes go wide, zane’s head shooting up and mouth blubbering like a fish out of water.

“wh—no! of course not!” he shouts, the red from where his short fingernails had dug into his cheeks blending in with the blush that splotched across his face.

you stare at him with your hands on your hips, a small mischievous smile growing on your face. “well, apparently garroth does.”

dark eyebrows turn up on his forehead as he looks up at you in confusion, completely lost on your plotting line of thinking.

“…miss zianna would be upset if she found out garroth didn’t like her freckles.”

realization dawns on his face, eyes shining with a newfound eagerness before he slumps down again. “but then garroth will be upset that we tattled.”

“so? he’s the one who said freckles are stupid! we’re just telling her that’s what he said.”

you hold out you hand to his, and after a moment of hesitation he takes it, his pale and tiny chubby fingers wrapping around yours. the two of you practically tumble your way down the ladder and into the house, out of breath as you both sprint right up to zianna’s feet.

she’s lounging in one of the patio chairs, sipping on iced tea as she soaks up the sunshine. she didn’t have her usual gold jewelry on or any makeup covering her skin—revealing the few freckles that dotted across her own face.

“miss zianna, garroth said freckles are stupid!”

a small gasp leaves her lips as she brings a hand up to her chest, pulling up her sunglasses to get a better look at you. “did gargar really say that?”

you eagerly nod, zane following your lead

“no, no i didn’t!” shouts of protest travel across the yard, as the bright haired older brother tumbles his way through the grass to his defense. “i didn’t say that mommy!”

zianna turns her head to look over at the now flustered blonde, and you turn your head to zane with a wide cat like grin. “now run!”

the two of you burst into giggles, sprinting back to the treehouse as giddy adrenaline fills your little legs. you hear garroth whining to the boys’ mother as you both clamber back up the “secret” hideout’s ladder, catching your breaths once you reach the top.

zane no longer has that displeased look on his face, his grin wide in satisfaction at the tiny victory as he clasps his hands with yours.

“we got him!”

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How Sweet | Rolan/Zevlor | E | 5.5k | Read on AO3

His crush was getting out of hand. Rolan couldn’t help but present, tail high up, whenever he was in Zevlor’s presence. He always did his best to control his tail so he didn’t embarrass himself, but it was hard. Especially when he would end up tongue-tied and look like a fool. He knew his crush was one-sided. A handsome, older man like Zevlor probably had many more interesting suitors than him. Why would he be interested in a virgin? Who was well into his twenties, no less?

Rolan could still dream, though. He spent a certain amount of time fucking himself with his small collection of dildos and butt plugs while trying to imagine how Zevlor’s cock would feel inside his cunt. Gods, he’d die of embarrassment if anyone knew that.

Today though, he didn’t have to daydream. It was a busy day, but even through the crowd Rolan could still spot Zevlor easily. He immediately made his way to him, shooing away the employee about to take care of him.

“It is a pleasure to see you here, sir,” he greeted him, heart pounding.

Immediately he was assaulted by a strong scent of rut. Usually Rolan felt repulsed by them, smelling so strongly of sex and sweat. But strangely the scent had his nipples pebble as heat pooled in his stomach. A high flush rose on his cheeks as he took in the Hellrider’s almost feverish figure and hazy eyes.

“I am grappling with a…delicate situation at present. As I am sure you can smell,” Zevlor told him quietly.

Rolan found himself speechless, nodding dumbly as his mind blanked out. The old Hellrider’s scent was strong and rich, shooting arousal right down to his cunt with each whiff. His clit started pulsing. Rolan squeezed his thighs together trying to regain some semblance of control.

“Can we talk somewhere more private?”

“Ah– Uh– Yes! Yes, of course! Yes!” he spluttered before turning heels and all but charge through the crowd furiously blushing.

He grimaced when he felt the dampness between his legs. Rolan led Zevlor to his office on the second floor where they could talk far from prying eyes. When he closed the door, the Hellrider’s scent seemed to become stuffier.

“I live alone, so being out of service a week is inconvenient with my job. I was wondering if you sold rut dispeller here. I tried to find some but couldn’t find it anywhere. You’re my last chance.”

Rolan swallowed thickly, clit pulsing and sensitive against his wet smallclothes. Could he see his erect nipples?

“I–I have some, but I need to make it. Well, I mean no I don’t have a–any but I–I can make some– Well…” Rolan spluttered.

He was choking on Zevlor’s scent as his fiery eyes roamed him. The young man became suddenly aware of his erect nipples, of his wet cunt drenching his small clothes, of his tail presenting despite himself. He straightened his tail as he wrung his hands nervously.

“Good,” Zevlor nodded. “Could you deliver it to my home once it is done? I’ll pay extra.”

“Of course! Of course!” Rolan assured him eagerly, cheeks burning.

“Thank you, Rolan” the old Hellrider said softly, hazy eyes softening.

The young man found himself speechless as he squeezed his shoulder, the contact electrifying him. Zevlor left him alone in his office. Rolan all but crumpled on a chair, heart pounding. What in the nine Hells was going on with himself? The young man felt overwhelmed with arousal, and he asked himself how big Zevlor was. Would he ruin his cunt for anyone else? Would his knot split him in two?

Rolan hiked up his robes, pushing aside his smallclothes to lightly circle his clit. He pinched a clothed nipple as he moaned softly. He imagined Zevlor fucking him like a cheap whore, knotting his cunt and impregnating him. His toes curled as he came keening, clit pulsing under his fingertip. Gods, he was drenched. The man must think him a pervert…

*

Zevlor growled as he slammed his hips into the fleshlight, knot catching on the entrance. He couldn’t forget the delicious, honeyed scent of Rolan’s cunt. His knot pulsed as he imagined himself knotting his pussy, fucking him full of his come.

“Rolan,” he moaned, wishing he could dig his claws into his little waist.

He would look so pretty beneath him, cheeks flushed and face slack with pleasure. Zevlor had been smitten for a few years now, visiting Sorcerous Sundries regularly just for the pleasure of talking to him. Rolan was a strapping young lad who had many, many suitors be it men or women. Zevlor had always thought that the young wizard only tolerated him, seeing how stiff he’d be each time they talked. He couldn’t blame him: Zevlor had failed him and the others… But now he had discovered two very important things.

First, Rolan was interested in him. The way he presented was unmistakable. He was attracted to him.

Second, Rolan had a cunt. A sweet, pretty little cunt begging to get knotted.

How Zevlor hungered for it. Who would have thought he hid such a honeyed prize under his robes? Rolan must smell absolutely delicious in heat. It was a wonder the young man didn’t get chased through the streets by suitors.

The Hellrider groaned as he finally came, spilling once again. He knew this wouldn’t scratch the maddening itch, but he couldn’t help himself. He wondered if the wizard would take him up on his offer. He made sure there was enough plausible deniability for him to escape unscathed, but who was to say the wizard would even understand the invitation? After all, the young man never seemed interested in him up until now. Perhaps he was only reacting to his rut, and Zevlor was getting his hopes up for nothing…

A knock at the door. Zevlor hurriedly put on clothes before opening the window to dissipate the smell of his rut. He ran to the door, heart drumming. Rolan was standing at his doorstep, cheeks flushed and smelling wonderful. It registered a second later that Rolan was in heat. Gods, Zevlor was getting hard again just from the smell.

“Rolan,” he greeted him with a smile, “thank you for delivering it to me.”

“A–Actually I thought of a better way to handle your…situation.”

“Really?” Zevlor asked with bathed breath, trying not to be obvious that he was trying to get more of Rolan’s sweet heat smell.

“Perhaps spending your days with someone would help better than a potion,” the young man said coyly, blushing even more.

Zevlor exhaled, arousal spiking up. He was right. Thank the gods he was right. He invited Rolan inside. The smell of his cunt was getting stuffier.

“I–I have something to tell you before w–we–” the young man stammered nervously.

“I know you’re in heat.”

Rolan paled. Zevlor reached for his hand with a soft smile.

“That’s not a problem for me. I’ve only known since our last meeting and didn’t tell anyone, if that is what worries you.”

“It doesn’t bother you that…that I have a pussy?”

Zevlor shook his head and squeezed his hand.

“I don’t care about that. I like you because you’re you.”

The young man relaxed with relief,  his smell getting sweeter. Zevlor rubbed circles into his palm as he asked gently:

“Is it your first time?”

Rolan stiffened, his blush deepening. Zevlor gently stroke his cheek, hoping to reassure him.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, lad,” he said softly. “It’s just that perhaps…we should do this after my rut is over. I’m not sure I can be gentle right now.”

“It’s fine. I can take it,” Rolan said with bravado. “I’m no blushing maiden.”

Zevlor could see this wasn’t true. He should do the right thing and send the young man home. But the sweet smell of his heat was getting to his head…

“If you ever need me to stop…you must tell me. Do you hear me? I will not force myself on you!”

Rolan bashfully nodded, looking up through his eyelashes. Gods, Zevlor needed him right now. He closed the distance between them and kissed him. The young man melted into his arms. Zevlor’s head was swimming with the overwhelming sweet scent of the wizard. His cock pulsed.

“Let’s get to the bed,” the Hellrider told him.

Rolan clung to him as he led him to his bedroom, trying to get more kisses from him. Zevlor stripped in front of him, watching with delight how wide Rolan’s eyes went when his gaze landed on his cock.

“We can stop anytime you want,” the Hellrider reminded him gently.

Rolan shyly nodded, clearly intimidated by his girth. Zevlor drew him for another kiss, and the young man melted again. The Hellrider helped him out of his robes, trailing kisses and sucking bites down his jaw and his throat. The older man gently rubbed the tip of his ears and Rolan whimpered. He made his way to his chest, fingertips circling a nipple. Zevlor wrapped his mouth around the other and sucked. Rolan jerked, moaning loudly. The older man sucked like he expected sweet mother’s milk. His lover contorted under him, moaning and whimpering. Zevlor pinched and rolled his other nipple between his fingers. Rolan carded a hand in the Hellrider’s hair. The sounds he was making were music to Zevlor’s ears. He switched to the other nipple, repeating his ministrations until Rolan keened, making his cock pulse, and his smell got enticing. His body shook for a few seconds, and Zevlor realized with a haze of arousal that the young man had come from his nipples. Lust almost overwhelmed him. He pulled back, breathing heavily, cock proudly at full mast.

“Show me, my beautiful boy. Show me yourself,” he asked huskily, lazily stroking himself to take the edge off.

Rolan flushed a shade darker. His smallclothes sported a big, dark patch on the crotch. The young man bashfully stripped out of his last piece of clothing, the smell of his cunt getting thicker in the room.

“Show me, baby boy,” Zevlor groused, getting drunk on his scent. “Show me your pussy.”

Rolan planted his feet wide apart on the mattress and spread himself with his hands. Zevlor growled with arousal, knot swelling as he stared at his sex. He had a fair, abundant bush that looked soft. His cunt looked moist and pink. The surprise was his clit: a large, imposing one peeking from its hood.

“What a pretty little pussy you have,” the Hellrider groused. “So pink and wet.”

Rolan’s cunt flexed at his words, scent thick. Zevlor approached. The young man eyed his cock with nervousness and arousal. He looked terribly embarrassed to be on display like this, but this only fueled Zevlor’s lust. He kneeled to get on level with Rolan’s pussy, taking a great breath with his eyes closed to get more of that maddening, delicious scent. He needed to have a taste. Zevlor dived in like a hungry bear feasting on honeycombs. He took a great swipe with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of Rolan’s sex. Never in his life had he tasted such a delicious thing. This was even better than honey. Zevlor wrapped his lips around the erect clit and sucked hard. The young man above him cried out, squirming. The old Hellrider didn’t let go, flicking the big button with his tongue. Hungering for another taste, he thrust his tongue inside the wet, pliant hole. The taste and the scent were overwhelming, getting Zevlor drunk on arousal and rut hormones. Gods, he had to make him his. He could not let another have a taste of this beautiful young man. He turned his attention back to the pulsing clit, sucking on it as he slipped a finger inside Rolan. The wizard gripped Zevlor’s horns and pushed him against his cunt, grinding himself and moaning loudly. Zevlor sucked greedily, craving more and more of Rolan’s sweet honey. He kept at it, enjoying the sounds the young man was giving him. The wizard grabbed his hair and shoved his face against his cunt, making Zevlor chuckle. The older man felt Rolan’s thighs start quivering.

“Ah! Zevlor, p–please–” the young man whined.

Zevlor sucked even harder on his clit and Rolan arched forward, crying out as he gushed on the older man’s face. He stood up, panting heavily, his knot pulsing as he licked his lips, delighting at the taste.

“I should buy one of those fancy toys,” the Hellrider growled, drunk on Rolan’s slick, “and tie you up while I play with your clit.”

The wizard moaned, cunt visibly clenching. Zevlor dragged a claw up the puffy vulva before sucking on his finger. Gods, he tasted so sweet…

“I’m going to knot you,” he drawled.

The young man audibly whimpered, shivering at his words. He eyed Zevlor’s girth with nervousness but also arousal. The hormones of his heat were clearly making him ready to go again. The Hellrider rummaged his bedside table for the oil he kept in there.

“I think you’ll be more comfortable above me for your first time,” he told him.

“It’s fine,” Rolan said with more confidence than he had, “I can take it in any position.”

Zevlor hummed, but knew Rolan was putting on a brave face. No matter how sweet his scent was, this was his first time and Zevlor was bigger than average. He’d have to go slow. He had the young man lie down, legs spread. Blushing bright red again, he spread his sex with his hands, showing off how wet he was and how big and erect his clit was. Zevlor’s mouth watered at the idea of diving in again, of sucking on that pretty little nub and taste him… But his knot was pulsing with too much insistence for that. He pushed Rolan’s legs against his chest and lined up his oiled cock with the wet, quivering entrance.

“If you need me to stop, you only have to ask, do you hear me? There is no shame in taking your time or stopping.”

The young man nodded bashfully,  face red. Zevlor slowly pushed in, tail wrapping around one of Rolan’s ankles. Rolan gasped, walls contracting before they relaxed. The Hellrider slowly pushed forward, feeling the tight little cunt yield to his girth.  They both moaned, instincts taking over. He watched the young man’s eyes roll back, cunt gushing. His scent was overwhelming. Zevlor was getting drunk on it, his thrusts growing faster and harder. Rolan arched back when Zevlor hit his cervix.

“I’ll fill you up,” he growled. “Make you mine and make you fat with my child.”

“Yes,” the young man whimpered. “Yes, Daddy please!”

Zevlor’s pace stuttered, growl tumbling out of his mouth at the words. Lust and rut hormones overwhelmed him. Losing all sense, he caged the wizard with his arms and started pounding him. Zevlor was an animal in heat, fucking the tight wet cunt he was blessed with. His knot slapped Rolan’s repeatedly, begging entry. The Hellrider dived down to suck on the wizard’s pert nipple, growling low in his throat when he tasted milk on his tongue. He suckled eagerly, pushing his knot inside the perfect, tight cunt he was fucking. The wizard was shaking and squirming underneath him, making all sorts of sweet sounds. The Hellrider pushed and pushed, shoving his knot inside until it popped in. Rolan cried out, clawing at Zevlor’s back as wetness spread between their groins and orgasm took them both.  For a moment, there was nothing but bliss. Single-minded, blank bliss. Zevlor slowly came down from his high, panting with his eyes closed. When he finally regained his senses, he positioned themselves to be more comfortable. Zevlor wrapped his arms around Rolan and rolled on his back so the wizard could rest on his chest. When the young man tried to move, he whimpered.

“Are you doing alright?” Zevlor asked, concerned.

Had he been too brutal? Did he bruise him?

“I’m so full,” Rolan gasped.

“It’s alright. It will get better once I can pull out.”

Zevlor licked his lips, the taste of sweet milk lingering on his tongue. He wanted more… He squeezed Rolan’s soft chest and was rewarded with a trickle of white. The young man whimpered, squirming.

“They must be tender,” Zevlor quietly mused, more to himself than to his lover.

“They are,” the wizard whined, yet his pussy tightened around Zevlor’s cock.

“Do you lactate often during your heats?”

“Happened a few times but…it seems to become more frequent lately,” Rolan said quietly, clearly embarrassed.

Arousal simmered low in the Hellrider’s belly. His thoughts turned to Rolan’s clit and the desire to play with it overwhelmed him. He reached down to rub it with feather touches. Rolan keened, trying to get away from his finger and unable to do so. Zevlor explored by touch, gathering the wetness to use it as lube.

“You made a mess,” he purred as he gently circled the large, imposing and overstimulated clit. “It’s absolutely drenched down there.”

Rolan blushed, squeezing his eyes shut as he clung to him. The older man stroke his clit as lightly as he could, relishing the pulses he could feel under his fingertips and the tightening of the wizard’s cunt.

“Please! Please, it’s too sensitive,” the young man whined, trying desperately to get away from this maddening fondling.

“Come on, baby,” Zevlor groused. “Do it for Daddy.”

Rolan stiffened, pussy clenching like a vice around him. Arousal became volcanic in the Hellrider’s belly.

“That’s alright, lad,” he soothed as he rubbed the nape of his neck, “you like what you like. I’ll be anyone you want me to be.”

The wizard moaned softly as Zevlor gently rubbed his pulsing clit. He wished he could reach his lover’s soft chest and nurse from it. He settled on kneading it instead. Rolan squirmed and whined as he endured the agonizing overstimulation. Zevlor played with the quivering button, the slick sounds loud in the room. Rolan clawed at the older man’s thighs as the mounting pleasure mixed with the agony of overstimulation.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispered hotly in the young man’s ear. “You’re Daddy’s best boy.”

The wizard keened, cunt flexing around his cock as he squirted. Zevlor felt a rush of lust seeing a small jet of liquid beneath his hand. Would he squirt even more if he tied him up and teased his clit with a toy?

“Please,” Rolan sobbed. “Mercy, please!”

Zevlor bit his lips, willing himself  not to go wild with arousal. He gently rubbed soothing circles into Rolan’s skin. His knot has blessedly deflated enough for him to carefully pull out. The young man whimpered as the knot popped out. Zevlor was hungering for another taste of that sweet little cunt. Unable to resist it, Zevlor dived down. Rolan cried out, grabbing his hair and closing his thighs around his head as the Hellrider started lapping at his sex.

“Please! Please!” the wizard whined, writhing as Zevlor fucked him with his tongue.

He brought two fingers to rub Rolan’s clit. He thrashed around, whimpering and moaning. Zevlor felt wetness on his face, and he realized with a rush of arousal that Rolan squirted. He pinched the young man’s clit and felt another squirt. He latched his mouth onto the pulsing button and sucked, making the wizard howl. His face and his neck were getting wet.

“Daddy please! I–I can’t–”

Zevlor kept going, relishing Rolan’s cries as he thrashed around. With a rush of satisfaction, the Hellrider felt the rhythmic pulses of the wizard’s clit on his tongue. He straightened up, smug. Rolan was a most debauched view: sprawled, wet, cunt puffy and red, looking blissed out.

“You made such a mess, dear boy,” he purred.

The wizard blushed. The older man smiled fondly, gently rubbing soothing circles into his lover’s skin.

“Let’s clean you up,” he told him gently, helping him up.

“It’s fine, I can do it myself,” Rolan petulantly mumbled.

Zevlor shook his head with amusement. While his lover locked himself in his water-room, he decided to change his bedsheets. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath, nose buried in the sheets. It had Rolan’s wonderful scent. Gods, he could never get enough of it. When the young man sheepishly emerged, Zevlor offered him some wine.

“Do you feel alright? Any pain?”

“Just a bit sore,” Rolan answered. “And you? Have I…taken the edge?”

“You did, and more.”

The wizard blushed bashfully. Zevlor softened with fondness. He reached for his hand.

“I hope the old man that I am did not ruin your first time,” he told him softly.

“Stop that,” Rolan answered him petulantly. “You’re not that old. And my first time with the best man I could find was wonderful, thank you very much.”

The Hellrider drew him in to kiss him. The young man all but melted like warm butter in his arms.

“I need to go home. I don’t want Cal and Lia to set fire to the shop while I’m away,” the wizard said breathlessly.

Zevlor reluctantly let him go.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, if…if that is alright with you?” Rolan asked with some hesitance in his voice.

“More than alright, my dear,” Zevlor rushed to reassure him, squeezing his hand.

“I’ll see you then,” the young man mumbled, speeding to the door to hide his embarrassment, though Zevlor had spotted the redness in his cheeks.

Alone again, the Hellrider decided to wash and go out to eat a hearty meal. Rolan’s sweet scent still hung faintly in his room. The older man couldn’t help but feel giddy happiness at the thought the young wizard would be back tomorrow. For once, he went to bed sated and fell into easy slumber.

The next morning, rising early as was his habit, Zevlor decided to do a bit of cleaning before going out to buy a bottle of good wine and some snacks. He shaved, put on comfortable clothes. As the day advanced into the early afternoon and Zevlor did not hear anything from Rolan, he became nervous. Starting to second-guess himself, he wondered if he had committed a blunder, or had perhaps been too brutal with the young man. Had he ruined everything?

A knock on his door pulled him from his restless thoughts. Zevlor rushed to open the door and was relieved to see Rolan.

“Sorry, I should have sent you a message,” the young man said nervously as he let him in.

“Don’t worry about that,” Zevlor reassured him, arousal already rising as Rolan’s scent hit his nose. “Is everything alright?”

He noticed the wizard was carrying a bag, though perhaps the word “clutching” was more accurate.

“What have you got here?” he asked him gently, trying to ease his nervousness.

Rolan blushed. He fidgeted for a few seconds, eyes downcast. He pushed the bag into Zevlor’s hands and squeaked:

“It’s just– I’ve been thinking…about what you said while we, ah– And I thought–”

The Hellrider opened the bag, and saw a length of rope and a small object. He suddenly remembered what he had uttered in his rut-addled state yesterday:

I should buy one of those fancy toys and tie you up while I play with your clit.

Arousal overwhelmed him, rut hormones flooding his system. He felt himself harden.

“Gods above,” he rasped, throat dry as he tried not to go mad with lust.

Rolan paled, no doubt thinking he had committed a blunder. Zevlor hurriedly took his hand, squeezing it in reassurance.

“I never thought you’d take up an old man’s ramblings, but I’m happy you did.”

Rolan rolled his eyes with annoyance, though relief was visible in his eyes.

“You are not old, Zevlor,” he chided him.

The Hellrider chuckled, smiling fondly. Rolan’s scent got sweeter.

“Well then, let’s get to work.”

The wizard nodded eagerly, undressing quickly as Zevlor got the rope out. Rolan looked beautiful like this, naked and bashful on his bed. Zevlor controlled his breathing as his eyes wandered between the young man’s legs. Soon…soon. He went to work, carefully tying up the wizard, binding his folded legs to his shoulders and his wrists above his head. Rolan’s pussy was on full display, pink and wet and smelling oh so good… His large clit stood erect.

“What a pretty pussy you have, my darling boy. Daddy can’t wait to taste you,” Zevlor rasped, arousal rushing south and his knot swelling.

Rolan softly moaned, cunt flexing. Unable to hold out anymore, the old Hellrider dived down to suck on the enticing clit. The wizard keened as his lover sucked on the pulsing button, nose buried in his bush. He breathed in the wonderful smell of the young man. Even the taste was more delicious than any sweet treat Zevlor had ever eaten. He thrust his tongue inside the wet cunt, relishing the sweet, sweet taste of the slick. He went back to sucking on Rolan’s clit as he slipped a finger inside the young man. The wizard was making the sweetest sounds, feeding Zevlor’s arousal. He started to thrash around, whining and moaning. The Hellrider kept going until Rolan arched back and squirted all over his face.

“Ah, ah– I– Daddy, I–” the young man panted.

“Shhh, it’s alright lad,” Zevlor cooed, taking great swipes with his tongue, tasting his lover on his lips. “Relax and let yourself go. Daddy got you. I’m going to take care of you.”

He gazed at his wet sex with hunger. He still hadn’t gotten his fill. His eyes fell on the small toy. He did promise him to use it…

Zevlor grabbed it, admiring the delicate handiwork of the toy. There was a rune carved into it, humming faintly with magic. Shivering with arousal, he gently spread Rolan’s folds, clit jutting out. He placed the mouth of the toy on it and pressed the rune. It came to life, softly buzzing. Rolan instantly keened, squirming as his cunt clenched. His face slackened with pleasure, eyes rolling back. A jet of liquid arched in between them as the young man squirted, wetting Zevlor’s pants. His arousal went through the roof, Rolan’s scent heavy in the air. His cock begged for attention, knot starting to ache, but Zevlor just bit his lip and kept going.

“It’s just the lowest setting and you came already?” he drawled as he pressed the rune again and the suction became stronger.

The wizard moaned loudly, writhing.

“Please! Please!” he whined.

Zevlor knew the overstimulation must be agonizing, especially with his heat, but he couldn’t help himself. It made him throb harder to see Rolan beg and squirm. The Hellrider licked his lips. His lover’s scent was almost sickeningly sweet. His instincts were screaming for him to breed him, to claim him as his own and fill him up.

Later.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Rolan was shouting, trying desperately to get away from the maddening pleasure.

Zevlor watched him eagerly with wicked pleasure. He watched as his cunt flexed again and again, begging to be filled. Gods, how he itched to fill him… Rolan’s back arched as he squirted again. He was drooling, Zevlor noticed, eyes glassy. His scent was stuffy in the room. The Hellrider was unable to gather whether or not Rolan had come again, but it was of no matter. He couldn’t deny himself any longer. Still, he wanted to add the toy to the fun, but he knew he needed his two hands. He remembered the Mage Hand spell stashed in his cupboard. The young man whined loudly when Zevlor took the toy off him and strode over in his living room to find the parchment.

“Daddy!” Rolan called plaintively.

The Hellrider rummaged his cupboard for the parchment as his lover whined and sobbed. After finding it under the penny-worth erotic novel he had bought because the hero in the illustrations looked like Rolan, he strode back into the bedroom and promptly cast the spell. He thrust the toy into the hand conjured up before hurriedly undoing his pants. He couldn’t help a lick up Rolan’s puffy cunt to taste him before he aligned himself with his entrance as the Mage Hand placed the toy on his clit.

“Please,” Rolan said in a breathy whisper, cunt eagerly flexing.

Zevlor pushed inside the wet, welcoming heat. The young man keened, eyes rolling back, mouth open. The Hellrider willed the hand to press the rune and the toy came to life. As he started slamming into his tight little cunt, scent heavy on his tongue, his lover shouted as the toy upped the intensity of the sucking. Zevlor felt wetness between them, and with a growl realized the wizard had squirted again.

“I’ll knot you,” he panted, drunk on rut pheromones, “and make you fat with my child. Make you mine and make sure everyone knows it.”

Rolan incoherently moaned, writhing and drooling as his cunt started milking Zevlor’s cock. Unable to stave off his orgasm any longer, Zevlor pushed his knot inside the tight pussy constricting around him until it popped inside. As he filled the shaking, squirting body with his seed, he let out a guttural growl. For a few seconds, his mind was blissfully blank and the Mage Hand dissolved. As Zevlor slowly came down from his high, a new craving overcame him. As he petted his lover’s hair, he cut the ropes binding Rolan’s legs to his shoulders. His legs were still bound and folded, but now Zevlor had access to the enticing soft chest he had  been craving. He dived down and eagerly took a puffy nipple in mouth. Rolan cried out softly as Zevlor nursed from him, finally tasting the sweet milk he was craving. He groaned as he felt the tight cunt around him flutter. A wicked thought took hold in his mind. Zevlor let go of the nipple he was nursing from just long enough to summon the Mage Hand again before eagerly capturing the little bud back into his mouth. He willed it to pick up the toy and wedge it between their joined bodies where Rolan’s clit still stood proud and erect. The young man thrashed around when the toy sucked his clit. He moaned and moaned, drooling, eyes rolling back. Zevlor felt himself overcome by a primal surge of possessiveness as he sucked harder from the puffy little nub he had in hand. His hips rolled against Rolan’s groin despite the fact he could not move. The tightening around his knot kept making him see stars.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Rolan sobbed, thrashing against Zevlor.

The Hellrider paid him no heed, switching to the other nipple to greedily taste his sweet milk. After a while, though Zevlor could not say if an hour or a minute had passed, Rolan simply went limp, his cunt still flexing but otherwise seemingly playing the ragdoll. When milk finally dried up on his tongue, the Hellrider emerged from his haze. Gazing upon the young man, he committed to memory the most debauched sight he had ever witnessed. Rolan seemed lost in the haze of pleasure, eyes unfocused and glassy, drooling. Zevlor’s thighs and lower abdomen were wet from Rolan’s fluids.

Feeling his knot had deflated enough, the Hellrider slowly pulled out and drew a moan from his lover. He stared at the erect clit, red and pulsing. The temptation to suck on it again bubbled up, but Zevlor decided to take pity on the young man. He took his knife and freed Rolan from the ropes. Leaving him boneless on the bed, he cleaned himself up and changed into clean clothes before taking a wet rag. He gently wiped Rolan all over, taking extra care between his legs. It stirred something within him to see his own seed drip from his cunt. Zevlor stomped the sparks of arousal emerging. The poor young lad had been through enough today. As he put away the cloth, Rolan stirred.

“Let me help you up,” the Hellrider told him gently, carrying him to his armchair.

“Sore,” the young man mumbled against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, was I too rough?”

The wizard blushed, hiding his face in the armchair. Zevlor couldn’t help a fond chuckle. He went to change his bedsheets.

“Sorry,” Rolan apologized, embarrassed when he saw the large wet patch on his lover’s sheets.

“Don’t be. You’ve blessed me.”

“Shush,” Rolan mumbled as he hid his face again.

Zevlor smiled, affection bubbling up.

“I said what I said. I never thought you’d give me your virginity,” he said, coming to kiss the young man.

“You’re the best man I could give it to.”

“Thank you,” Zevlor said with warmth, “for giving me such a precious gift.”

The young man blushed again.

“Sweet talker.”

Zevlor chuckled, bending down to capture his lips again.

“I’ll cherish it,” he told him softly against his lips. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Are…Are you sure?” Rolan asked with such obvious hope and hesitance the Hellrider’s heart seized.

He kissed him again.

“I am, Rolan. Did you truly think I’d let you go? After all the blessings you’ve given me?”

The young man crumpled with a relieved sigh. Zevlor’s heart soared.

“I am the happiest man on this Earth right now,” he continued with a wide smile. “And most likely the luckiest.”

“And the sappiest too,” Rolan grinned.

Zevlor laughed. For the first time since his arrival in Baldur’s Gate, his days ahead looked bright.

[moneymartin]

Hi Jules!

Could I request a Lottie smut fic where you both work at a juice bar in the summer and you engage in some ice and food play behind the counter to beat the heat?

gender neutral reader please.

- 🦚

🦌- as cold as ice.

warnings: ice play duhhhh!!! a lil bit of food play, nipple play, hickeys??? ok thats it. didn’t know how to end im so fucking sorry 😭😭 NOT proofread..

a/n: send me lottie stuff to write!! plzplzplz im so desperate and ill bored out of my god damned mind.

sweat trickles down your face as you serve what you believe is the millionth customer of the day. this little ‘side hustle’ is fucking horrible, and only bearable thanks to lottie. she’s made everything a lot easier out here. the summer heat is no joke. “i’m fucking dying out here.” you groan and glance at lottie. she doesn’t seem as sweaty as you are. how could she though, she’s only in that crop top of hers and those stupid shorts that make her butt look oddly nice.

“c’mon! it’s not that hot out here. its just the fact that you’re dressed like its 60 degrees instead of 100 somethin’. jeans and a longsleeve? really?” she snorts. her fingers wrap around the handle of water pitcher, her fingers shoving themselves into your mouth to open it wide. “ah.” lottie rasps out and pours that ice cold water down your throat. you nourish the feeling of the water cooling you down just a little but lottie’s fingers in your mouth distracts the shit out of you. “good enough?” she asks.

“yes..” you mumble, wiping the droplets of water falling down your chin and swallowing it down. lottie’s eyebrows raise and her head scans around the area. there’s not many people nearby and she takes that as a sign. her fingers latch around the bar and pulls the gate down to cover up the bar. the click of the small light above you two flicks in your ears and the first thing you notice is lottie’s fingers wrapped around the bottom of your shirt. “let’s get you a little bit cooler, hm? seemed like you were lying when i asked you if the water was enough.”

she tugs your shirt off, glancing around the small space to find something she can cool you down with. her eyes land on the ice dispenser and she grabs an empty cup, filling it to the brim with ice. “let’s cool you off..” she mutters. lottie takes out an ice cube, placing it in between her fingers, seating you down on the floor behind the counter. she trails the ice down your chest, the cold feeling making you shiver and groan under your breath. “this is new…” you whine. it’s not something you’re very used to. luckily she’s pretty open to new this, and this is one of them.

her lips attach to your neck, her teeth digging in carefully and the cold temperature of the ice lingering way too long on one of your nipples. when you hiss uncomfortably lottie shifts the cube to the other one, her mouth now leaving marks onto your skin. “fuck, lotts.” your voice is airy and your back arches off of the ground. she’s still biting and nibbling, her other arm hooked around your waist. you can feel all the chills shooting up and down your spine while the ice continues to travel through your body. hell, you didn’t even notice that there was about 2 more that she placed. one on your tummy and the other on your midriff.

she pulls away from your neck, shoving a few cubes into her mouth. her cheeks are stuffed like a chipmunk’s. what a fucking loser, you think. her fingers tug at the waistband of your jeans, hastily getting them off of you.

once she believes that they’ve sat in her mouth for a while, lottie spits them out onto the ground, pulling your jeans down in one swift movement, and pressing her cold lips on your inner thighs. chills shoot up your body again, the feeling starting to become all too familiar. you watch her gaze up at you through her eyelashes and she focuses on cooling you off again. lottie’s hands grip at your bare thighs, spreading them a bit wider for more access. “almost done, sweetheart.. i can feel your body getting colder.” she sighs, her ice breath hitting your skin.

when her teeth suddenly sink into your thighs, you intake a sharp breath, tapping at her shoulders for her to stop. it’s been your guys’ signal incase you end up too overwhelmed with whatever she’s been doing. “stop… i- i’m cold enough!” you blurt out, a breathless chuckle escaping your lips. lottie stops like you say, and pulls your pants up to your hips again, buttoning and zipping them. her hands reach for your shirt, pulling it over your head and helping you stand up. “better, right? you’re not that sweaty anymore.” she smiles and fixes the collar of your shirt, running her fingers through your hair and making you look neat again. “mhm.” you hum, rolling up the sleeves of the longsleeve and opening up the bar again.

taglist: @catgirlshauna @jackietaylorssidehoe @t4tnat i miss u already 💔 ok lmk if u wanna be tagged thanx. i need more homiez!!!!!!!!

[iwaasfairy]

Yes, please bring Atsuko back; I love and miss him. 🥴

:'>> i had to give a little taste for just you and me because i have no self control thank you my loveeee i miss him too hdfsgfdi

tw incest, mom!reader, atsuko's nerve knows no bounds, panty stealing, some pretty vile dirty talk

"Tooru," your hand slides over the handrail as you lean over it, and your husband's eyes flick up along your body to fall on yours with a delay that the coy smile on his lips can't exactly hide.

"Where are you going?" he pauses the match, and leans onto one flexed arm to look at you further. It's been awfully hot all day, and your top has been discarded for a tiny bikini that he's spent mere minutes on undressing earlier today. You smile, and lean down a little further.

"Have you seen Ko?"

Your husband's eyes run up and down your body again, before he shrugs. "The brat's upstairs." Strange. You were in the bathroom earlier, and his room's door was wide open. Still you pack up your towel and head up with soft steps, humming on your way to the grandiose room you're still not quite over. It's just so lavish, Tooru likes spending his money on nice things, like the rug under your bare feet.

You push into your room with a slight sigh, and falter when the door clicks closed behind you. All you see is a bare broad back, tank top suntanned into his shoulders, a familiar head of brown, loose curls and narrow waist down into a perfect butt as he straddles one of your nice pillows. "Atsuko!" you squeak, and also feel the heat creep over your cheeks as the low groaning only gets louder.

As you walk around your bed, your shared bed with your husband, you can see the way his large hand is wrapped around a painfully flushed, hard cock- and the fabric that's clenched between his fingers and his thick cock is distinctly familiar as he thrusts into the ring of his fingers. Your breathing hitches at the sight, though your lip is caught between your lips. "Atsu... I can't-"

"Perfect -ugh-fucking timing, mom," he groans a shuddered moan as more precum drips down along his fingers and he bucks into his palm, turning over and falling down to slide his back up against the headboard with absolutely no shame. His fingers toy with the seat of your panties, but he doesn't stop stroking even as his cock twitches hard when his eyes trail ever so hungrily down your body. "Wanna come finish me off?"

He places his other arm behind his neck as he opens his thighs more, and his tongue gets caught between his teeth. "That is my pillow, Ko," you only respond, and linger between trying to parent the brat and wanting to stay a safe distance away.

"Mh, you're so hot when you're trying to be stern," he grins wider at that, and stops pumping his cock for just long enough to rub a thumb over the leaking slit and scoot to the edge of the bed instead, then patting his muscular, sweat-coated thighs. His heavy cock bops between his legs, and another bead of precum looks so fucking good as it slowly rolls down. "Come here, c'mon. Dad's had his turn, now it's mine."

Your towels get put on the dresser, and you shuffle in place for a moment to try to relieve the uncomfortable feeling of stickiness now coating your bottom lips. You want to scream at your body and beg it to behave for once, but the heat always gets you flushed. Atsuko's vice is being able to use it against yourself. "Come." He says it again more slowly, and his eyes narrow, and you...

You can't help but give in a little and take a few steps in his general direction. Apparently close enough for him to reach out and grab your hand, pulling you towards him with a soft sigh as he starts cupping your tits in those large hands. "Ko," you whimper it before you even have a chance to stop it. But he doesn't have shame. His drooling cockhead rubs along the inside of your thigh while he peels the thin straps off your shoulders and dips to suck your puffy nipples with a self-satisfied hum when your fingers find his shoulder.

God, you shouldn't let him. You should say something. How do you always get bulldozed by him so easily? It's unfair, totally-- "Oh- baby!" It squeaks out, and your nails dig into his shoulder when his teeth come down on your tits meanly, eagerly - and he pulls you on top of his chest to fall back into bed. His arms wrap around you as he turns, not that you could stop him if he tried with any real fight, before he starts moving over you.

That shit-eating grin hasn't left his face for a second, and you swear he only turns more chesire like when those rough fingers slide between your legs and under the polyester of your bikini. "You're such a bad actor." He doesn't bother to scoot up the bed before folding one of your knees to your chest and you go to hold it, well-trained obedience that has him thumbing over your little cunt and moaning. "Looks like someone actually likes it, huh? No shame?"

He gets up to line himself up, and spits onto the fingers he then rubs in a rough circle over your clit. "You're so fucking hot when you're like this. All flushed, ready to take any cock that wants to fill you up?" The thick, hot head of his cock kisses your entrance a few excruciating times, before he starts putting just enough pressure for it to start sliding in at a snail's pace. The stretch is still always a little intimidating.

His beautiful doe eyes are so blown out and dark and one hand balances on your tit while the other pets at your clit with lazy circles of his thumb. Atsuko looks painfully good with his lip clenched between his teeth, and his voice dropping lower. "Love fucking my mom's slutty little pussy. Is that what you wanna hear, huh? Your little boy's grown into a freak that loves fucking his momma's drooling cunt in her own bed."

The first two inches pop in after the slowest push imaginable, and he leans in to see more of your face, more of your expression as your wetness tickles at your waterline, and your free leg wraps around his glutes with a soft moan. You wish you could beg, for him to go faster, fill you, kiss you too- but your tiny remnant of pride won't allow it when he's so self-satisfied. All you manage is a soft whimper of his name.

"I'm taking my time~ mom, ugh." He grunts and lets out a small hiss when he has to push to make room for himself for each further inch, and covers you in his beaming heat for long enough to have every thought leaving you. It just feels so good. It feels hot and tight and so good, good, good pressing so deep inside you and going even further. "Oh fuck, that's my favorite place- to- be- fu-uck~"

"S-stop sw-ah-swearing."

Ko's laugh is almost pure when it escapes him, and his hand wraps around your throat to pull your face to his as he laughs into the kiss. "Oh, shut it, hypocrite."