#i’m shakinggggg

[enha-stars]

JSBSJSB OH MY GOODNESS??? dani is missed you so much! i also do not support jealousy but when you’re heeseung….. all is forgiven i guess. IM SO EXCITED FOR YOUR SPAM I WILL BE GIGGLING AND WATCHING LIKE 🤭👀

✧ thats enough, i think

pairing: enha!hyung line x fem!reader (mdni)

summary: you rarely act like a brat, but when you do, it always leads exactly where you want it too

warnings: brat tamer hyung line (YAS), jealousy, oral (f & m rec.), slight voyuerism, minor breath play (i think), unprotected sex, kissing

a/n: for my favourite, endearing brat @ak4e7a i hope i did this justice.

✧ heeseung;

“why the attitude, pretty? didn’t i fuck you hard enough earlier? or maybe you miss my mouth on you. is that it? need my tongue in you? wanna cum all over my face?”

the music is loud and the lights are dim, but not dim enough to hide the scene in front of you. you watch with hard eyes as the blonde gently trails her fingers across heeseung's arms.

he's not paying attention to her, probably doesn't even notice the way she's undressing him with her undeserving eyes, but you are. you stepped aside for a minute to grab some water and the blonde wasted no time.

you narrow your eyes when she gets bolder and places her hand on heeseung's forearm, turning her body fully towards him, ignoring jake's look of disdain. your eyes travel down her body before they drift to heeseung, waiting for him to push her hand off.

he doesn't.

he does, however, turn his head when he feels your stare on him. his lips lift into a smile when his eyes meet yours but you only scoff, rolling your eyes at him. his smile twists into a frown and his eyes sharpen.

instead of going back, since he seemed so interested in the conversation, you simply turn your head and walk towards jay and sunghoon.

you can feel his eyes on you but you ignore them, purposely standing closer to sunghoon than you normally would. if heeseung could let someone touch him, then you could too.

you talk to sunghoon and jay, laughing about something niki did when you feel it. his presence is overwhelming and you would know him by smell alone. so when heeseung walks to you, you know it's him before his chest presses into your back.

his hand is on your waist and he's holding a water bottle in his other hand as he smiles at his friends, seemingly calm as he joins the conversation. your back is rigid but you don't lean away from his touch.

"why didn't you come back to me, pretty?" heeseung whispers in your ear, his breath warm.

you scoff and turn your head, crossing your arms. "why would i want to interrupt your conversation with the handsy blonde?"

heeseung smiles in a way that isn't really a smile and gently grabs your chin, making you face him. "what are you talking about?"

you jerk your chin out of his hold and step away from him, missing his heat instantly. sunghoon and jay have stepped away from you both and now you and heeseung stand in the middle of the party, music and sweaty bodies surrounding you.

"since you were having so much fun with little miss blonde over there, you can go right back. i'll go find someone else who'll entertain me."

heeseung turns to face you, a smirk on his lips at the sight of your narrowed eyes and crossed arms. he liked you like this, all bratty and annoying. but he didn't like what you were implying. didn't you know that he belonged to you?

instead of answering you, he steps towards you and you instinctually dropped your arms, fingers pulsing. you wanted to grab his shoulders, wrap your arms around him, but you were still annoyed with him.

he smiles softly at you but you see the fire in his eyes, the only hint of his actual feelings. he gently grabs your hand and laces your fingers together. you don't have enough time to pull away before he's guiding you through the crowd, easily steering your body at will.

he pushes the washroom door open and pulls you inside, slamming the door shut and locking it within seconds. your pressed against the wall as he stares down at you, grinning at your flustered expression. he presses himself closer to you, bringing his hands on either side of your head as he leans down.

"why the attitude, pretty? jealous of that girl, is that it?" his breath tickles your cheek and he kisses it softly. "scoffing at me and rolling your eyes as if i didn't fuck you in the car."

your breathing heavily and you can't look away from his eyes. they're shiny and dark and so hot. his words make you shiver and you squeeze your thighs together.

his smile turns menacing as he sinks to his knees, his hands sliding down the wall. he keeps his face close to your body, nose and chin hovering against your skin.

with his face hovering near your heat, you naturally spread your legs and he grins at you. "wonder if i can still taste my cum on your pussy," he whispers.

he doesn't even lift your skirt as he presses his nose against your cunt, breathing in deeply. you whimper and arch your back, hand immediately grabbing his hair.

"still smells like me," he says before he hooks his finger under your panties and pulls them down. he doesn't even warm you when he licks at you harshly, eyes on your face.

you pull at his hair as your knees buckle. "hee, oh my gosh."

"where's that attitude, pretty girl? still wanna find someone else?"

you shake your head and he presses a soft kiss to your clit. "cum on my face to show that blonde and everyone else who i belong to."

he wastes no time as he uses his fingers to spread your folds only to shove his tongue deep within you. he's sucking and licking and you can't breathe.

his fingers rub your bud as his tongue assaults your clit, pushing in and out of you as he laps up all your juices.

just as you're about to reach your limit, he moves his head back and his tongue messily slips out of you, string of saliva and slick shining under the bathroom light.

you whine and stare down at him with watery eyes. he just smiles at you and kisses your inner thigh.

"next time you act like a brat, i'll fuck you in front of everyone and won't let you cum even once."

✧ jay;

“you know i adore you, angel, but when you don’t listen to me… it makes me want to shove my cock down your throat. can’t be bratty when you can’t really breathe, can you?”

familiar dialogue fills the room as the quiet sounds of chewing can be heard from around you. you're pressed against jay's side with his arm hugging you close. your calves rest in jake's lap and he uses them as a stand for his popcorn.

you stare at the tv screen with little interest. it was sunghoon's turn for movie night and of course, he chose a superhero movie. one you all had seen many times.

jay had smiled at your exasperated smile and softly kissed your head when you simply just held your tongue and snuggled with him.

trying to stimulate your brain, you glanced at the other sofa and smiled at the sight of sunghoon's head in heeseung's lap. he would never beat the soft allegations and you made a mental note to tease him about it later.

you sighed deeply and jay's gaze flickered down, smiling softly at your wandering eyes. he just watched you as you looked at different things, eyes briefly trailing back to the movie every few seconds.

he rubbed your arm and you smiled, looking up at him. he tilted his head down and bumped his nose against yours before giving the tv his attention. you internally sighed, finding it amazing that all four of them could rewatch the same movie hundreds of times.

you tried to pay attention to the action happening on screen but it wasn't new, and therefore, was incredibly boring. you tightened your hold on jay's lower abdomen and he shifted slightly when you slipped your thumb under his shirt.

at his movement, you smiled as realization set in. you slowly rubbed circles into his skin, testing the waters. when he said nothing, you let your hand trail lower until your fingers brushed the bulge under his sweats, glad you weren't sharing a blanket with jake.

he squeezed your arm once in warning but you simply rested your hand on his bulge, pressing down. jay bit his bottom lip to muffle the hiss that almost escaped him.

he looked down at you sharply but your eyes were on the movie. his hand trails up your arm until its in your hair and he lightly pulls up, forcing you to look at him. at the pain, you almost grin.

"quit it," he mumbles, eyes ablaze.

you ignore his words and do nothing for a few minutes. thinking better of you, jay releases your hair and rests his hand back on your arm.

simply having your hand on his cock with all his friends around is making your head spin and suddenly, you need to do something. after a few more minutes, you begin rubbing your hand back and forth over his sweats, smiling when he hardens under you instantly.

he flexes his thighs and his grip on your arm tightens as he grits his teeth together. he can't do anything or say anything because jake is right there and if he moves, he's afraid the blanket will slip off. he tilts his head down until his lips are touching your ears. "stop it," he grits out.

you don't stop.

with his free hand, he grabs your wrist under the blanket and brings it to his chest, keeping it there. his grip is tight but not enough to hurt you. you lift the arm that was between his lower back and sofa and slip it under his shirt, nails slightly scratching the skin.

knowing he couldn't do anything, he simply lets you touch his back. when your hand slips below the waist of his sweatpants and closer to his ass, he clenches his teeth together so hard they might crack.

thankfully, the film finishes and jake, sunghoon, and heeseung leave after they pick up all the trash. neither you or jay move as per tradition, since the rule is that they clean up if you provide the snacks.

once they door clicks shut, jay throws the blanket off you both and shifts his body upwards as he pushes your shoulders down. now, your head is against the arm rest as the rest of your body is on the couch. one of his legs is on the floor and the other is fitted between your body and the sofa.

he stares down at your with hard eyes and a clenched jaw. you're grinning up at him and he scoffs. you're in between his legs and you seem incredibly pleased about it. he doesn't waste a second before he cups your jaw and leans closer.

"you know i adore you, angel." he waits for you to nod. "but when you don't listen to me... it makes me crazy."

you have the audacity to pretend to frown. "sorry, baby. but the movie was so boring and i couldn't help myself."

jay kisses his teeth as he pulls the waistband of his sweats and boxers down. he watches you as you stare at his cock, a look of need in your eyes. "you think that means you can't listen to me?"

you try to answer but he thrusts his cock into your mouth. it hits the back of your throat and you gag, eyes immediately watering. he's so big and tastes so good.

"i don't wanna hear anything from you," he mutters as he rocks his hips back and forth harshly. "such a brat."

you open your mouth further and use your tongue, trying your best to fit him. your eyes are blown wide and jay can't help but roll his eyes at your sounds and drool.

"look at you," he cooes. "you can brealy breathe, angel."

you don't really hear him, too busy having your mouth fucked. you can taste his precum and it's enticing. you open your eyes and catch jay's harsh gaze. his tip hits the back of your throat and you can't really breathe.

"good," he says, smiling. "can't be a brat when you can't breathe, can you?"

✧ jake;

“if you wanted my attention so bad, baby, you could have just asked. you know i’d give you anything. what do you want? to be fucked silly?”

the lights in the living room are dim as some old episode plays on the tv, forgotten and boring. you sigh to yourself as you stare at the ceiling, blinking when a commercial interrupts the pleasant background noise.

you turn your head and eye the bedroom door when you hear jake's loud laughter. a smile naturally lifts onto your lips but it's quickly replaced by a frown.

jake had promised you that he would only game for a bit, but it had been two hours and you were annoyed. you wanted him to play with his friends but you were growing tired. you finally had some time to spend with him tonight and he chose to game the night away.

you turn to face the tv and try to pay attention to the plot and characters but all you want is your boyfriend. suddenly feeling chilly, you pushed yourself off the couch and trudged to the bedroom to grab a blanket.

you quietly push open the bedroom door and your eyes immediately land on jake's hunched figure, the blue light washing over him prettily as his fingers move rapidly against the keyboard.

jake sees your figure in the reflection of his screen and turns his head, smiling widely at you before turning back to the monitor. "hi, baby."

you don't respond to him and walk to your bed, grabbing your blanket. at your lack of response, jake mutes his mic and turns his head again, frowning. "what's wrong, baby?"

you shake your head. "nothing," you mutter. you almost throw him a pointed look but decide against it.

"come sit with me, baby. you know you're my good luck charm."

you scoff and jake raises an eyebrow, surprised at your attitude. "i don't want to sit with you. be your own good luck charm."

at your words, jake's eyes widen and his frown deepens. "excuse me?"

you stare at him with narrowed eyes and grip your blanket tighter. "you heard me. play your stupid games all night, i don't care."

you really did care, but you were annoyed and his friends were screaming at him through his headphones. you don't wait for a response and throw the bedroom door open, slamming it shut to prove a point.

you're not sure what point you're trying to prove, but it feels good.

you throw the blanket on the couch and make your way to the kitchen, suddenly hungry.

jake stares at the door with a dumbfounded expression, not quite believing that you had both rejected him and slammed the door shut. slowly, he turns back around but your words are replaying in his mind and he can't stop hearing your scoff.

he unmutes his mic and teels heeseung that he's not playing anymore, leaving the game before anyone could say otherwise. he throws his headphones to the side and pulls open the bedroom door.

he steps out of the bedroom, expecting you to be on the couch but you're in the kitchen. your back is to him and he just stares at you for a while, the sight of you in only panties and his hoodie is enough to have his mind reeling.

"baby," he calls out. your back stiffens and you stop cutting the apple. "wanna watch a movie?"

he's testing the waters, trying to understand your behaviour. he has a feeling he knows, but it never hurts to check.

"no," you respond, without turning. "i'm good. go back to gaming." you do want watch a movie with him, hell, you just want him. but you refuse to give in instantly. he made you wait, so he should too.

jake grins widely before shaking his head at you, slowly walking towards the kitchen. you can hear him getting closer but you don't move, focusing on the fruit salad you had started.

jake wraps his arms around your waist and presses his chest to your back, smiling when you stiffen. you don't move for a few second before you go back to cutting, putting in all your effort in ignoring him.

"watch a movie with me."

"no," you murmur. jake kisses the back of your neck and you shiver, his breath warm.

"you trying to ignore me?"

you say nothing and he laughs softly against your neck, pressing his hips into yours until his clothed dick lines up with your ass. he rotates his hips softly and you drop the knife.

"if you wanted my attention so bad, baby, you could have just asked." he presses further into you and you whimper, gripping the counter. "instead, you deny me and slam the door in my face."

his lips are hovering your neck and he whispers the words against your skin, making your entire body go hot. he grinds against you a bit more before he kisses your shoulder.

"i guess i should pay more attention to my little baby." he takes his cock out of his shorts and pulls your panties to the side, thrusting into you without warning.

you moan at the feeling, head falling back as your grip on the counter tightens. he pushes himself deep within you before pulling out completely. you mewl at the emptiness but then he grips your waist and slides back in, pushing you into the counter.

"fuck, baby, so tight."

he fucks you harshly, grip on your waist tight as you moan and whimper. he sucks on your neck as his balls slap your ass. your pussy clenches around him and your eyes water.

"jake," you say, breathless.

your orgasm is close and you push your ass against him, trying to reach your high when suddenly, jake stops moving. you cry out, the build up slowly dissipating. your eyes are watery and you're mumbling incoherent things.

jay kisses your shoulder as he grips your hips, stopping you from trying to reach your high.

"weren't you trying to ignore me, baby?" he smiles wickedly when you whine his name. "rude little brats don't get to cum, baby."

✧ sunghoon;

“you’re really pretty, bunny. but you’re even prettier when you’re being fucked. that’s it, lay back for me. this is all you wanted, isn’t it? some cock to keep you calm.”

soft music plays from your laptop as you stare hard at your phone, a frown on your lips. you stare at sunghoon's contact picture, hoping it would magically entice a response from him.

you sent your texts almost twenty minutes ago and there was still no response. annoyed, you toss your phone to the other side of the bed. you stare at the teddy bear that sits beside you on the bed, huffing.

you're not sure what it was, but you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. not literally, since sunghoon's grip on your waist was strong, but metaphorically.

you woke up in a bad mood which only worsened when sunghoon, instead of showering you in attention and love, decided to head over to jay's place for lunch.

your behaviour in the morning pissed him off and he fucked it out of you, but it was back and he wasn't here. he had hoped that fucking his cum into you before he left would be enough to keep you pleased but it hadn't.

so, you sent him a few nudes and risky texts to entice him. despite his angry texts telling you to 'behave' and 'fucking stop,' you couldn't help yourself.

the last text you sent had been an impulse decision. you knew that texting him 'since you're not here, i'll just touch myself' wouldn't necessarily sit with him well, but if you were going to be a brat, you might as well do it right.

you obviously don't touch yourself, knowing that your own hands had become useless. you needed him, and until you had him, you wouldn't be pleased.

you reach for your phone and begin scrolling, ignoring the chill. you had worn his favourite white lingerie set simply for the fun of it, but it didn't do much to hide you from the cold.

you're so invested in scrolling that you don't hear the apartment door open. you don't hear the deep breathing or the heavy footsteps. when your bedroom door clicks open, you glance up before looking back at your phone, only to look back at the door with wide eyes.

sunghoon stands in the doorway, breathing lowly. he's staring at you with such sharp eyes, gaze trailing the length of your body like a predator sizing up a prey.

you drop your phone and stare at him, eyes wide as he steals all the air in the room. you look like a deer caught between between a lion and a hard place, and it makes you shiver.

"hoon," you whisper. "what are you doing here?"

sunghoon smiles and it makes you squeeze your thighs together. it's dangerous, the way it curves up and reveals his fangs. his eyes are wild and his hair even more so.

slowly, he walks towards the bed and begins unbuttoning his shirt. he has yet to say anything and you can already feel your voice disappearing.

"you think you can act like a fucking brat and i won't come fuck it out of you?"

his voice is deep and it makes you want to cry. he's angry, you realize. angry, and slightly pissed off, but incredibly turned on.

trying to do some damage control, you shake your head, eyes on his pretty hands as he undoes the last few buttons of his shirt. "i'm sorry," you try. "i just missed you."

instead of responding, he shrugs off his shirt and tosses it. you eye his chest and neck and your cheeks heat up at the marks you had left behind not even two hours ago.

sunghoon says nothing as he stands at the edge of the bed and grabs your ankles, easily pulling you towards him. you squeal and grab the bedsheets, eyes wide.

he's looking down at you with purely dark eyes but then he smiles. "do you know how badly i wanted to shove my cock down your throat when you sent me all those texts?" he begins to unbutton his pants as he fits himself between your legs.

"i'm sorry."

"don't care," he grins devilishly. "you need to be taught a fucking lesson."

he pulls his pants and boxers down and steps out of them, taking his time. you can't stop staring at his hard cock as it slaps his stomach, leaking all prettily over your legs.

he doesn't say anything when he lifts your hips off the bed and pushes his cock into you, hissing as your pussy sucks him in.

you moan out his name when his thrusts quicken, slamming into you at an unforgiving pace. your blabbering and breathing heavily and he grins down at you, but there's nothing soft in it.

"you're really pretty, bunny," he says, "wearing my favourite set." his grip on your hips tighten and he leans down a bit. "but you're even prettier like this."

still fucking into you, he sets your hips back on the mattress and pushes you further on the bed, crawling between your legs.

he leans down and places a hand on either side of your head, kissing your cheek. "this is what my dumb little bunny needed, isn't it? my cock to keep you calm?"

you can't answer him, too obsessed with the feeling of his dick hitting your cervix. sunghoon smirks at the fucked out look in your eyes, his anger and frustration slowly lessening and igniting.

he feels your pussy clench around him and he waits until the last second, until your crying and legs are shaking to pull out. you wail at the loss and cling to his shoulders, a bubbling mess.

"hoon, hoon, please." you beg, tears spilling down your cheeks.

he presses a soft kiss to your lips and bites your bottom lip. "only a good bunny gets to cum. and you," he smiles, "haven't been good."

taglist: @karinasbaby @pprodsuga @jaeyunluvr @moon7jay @lheebra

[pinkfey]

“i fought so hard to free you” / “angel of music, you deceived me”

[fourtyforever]

“They didn’t get silly with it and start breaking bits off their cars” screeeaming

[lesbiangallagher]

seriously contemplating getting my hair done by my friend’s girlfriend back home in nyc lol

[sturnioloslut1]

I wanna sit on his face so bad and grind on his tongue. Like I wanna suffocate him, I want him to eat me out til I’m SHAKINGGGGG 😫😫😫

[le-trash-prince]

I’M SHAKINGGGGG I was first in line to meet the Studio TRIGGER guests 😭😭😭

Kiyota Chigusa was the first one I met and the translator said she was really nervous, and she erased Laios like twice. I was able to talk to her a little bit and told her 安心して下さい and then in English “we’re just glad you’re here,” and when she said she was shaking I said me too 😭 That took up all the speech I was capable of atp tho so everything else was just nice to meet you, hello, thank you etc. Kodama-san and Otsuka-san were really nice tho!!

They had a list of characters you could request—the burgers were their own touch. I’m gonna get this framed when I go home 🥹 I’m so happy~

[emeraldbabygirl]

SHUT THE HELL UP YOUR MOUTH SEUNGHOON IS LIVE ON TIKTOK AND HE NOTICED MY COMMENTS AND READ IT OUT LOUD AND READ MY NAME AHHHHH I’M GONNA THROW UP THAT’S MY FINE ASS MAN I WANNA MARRY HIM SO BAD I AM SHAKINGGGGG OMG MY MAN AHHHH AND HE IS LEARNING ENGLISH FUCK IT UP KING 😫 OH AS IF HE WASN’T ATTRACTIVE ALREADY UGH. :( I wish I could meet him

@atinystaypixie MY DELULU IS PAYING OFF AHHHHH 🫣🫣🫣🫣

[merakiui]

I can't believe I've been following you for literally soo long (I came here from bittersweet secret) AND I SOMEHOW MISSED AZUL THOUGHT 4???????

I just read it and I am shaking, it is the asscrack of dawn in my country and I am shakinggggg bc of that fic that was so deliciously written, eye-crossingly even.

AAAA THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU!!!!! Not only for reading, but for following me for so long!! Ever since Bittersweet Secret is such a long time!!! :0 and I’m so happy to hear you enjoyed the fic!!!!! \(//∇//)\ only the most delicious of smut for Mr. Azul hehe!!

[sixserpents]

So this just happened and my coworker decided she was going to surprise me at work and Shelby walked in (I work with her mom)! She followed me on Instagram 😭

[venln]

MARTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

[ceruleanmage]

oooh no

[nejibaby]

[parvatisshallow]

I want you to cry for me

[drewsjasmine]

and both regina and saweetie were on the covers around the same time....y’all what if she acc did a cover shoot and we just don’t know about it

could it be this maybe??

[val-made-a-mistake]

❝FUCK YOUR PRIDE.❞

(not my gif)

summary: newly acquainted to his robotic arms and supervillain persona, otto octavius seeks out one of his ex-students in a dark alleyway. you’ve been trying to hide from him.

warnings: smut, public sex, oral sex f receiving, technical tentacle porn (yeah i don’t know either), slight dubcon, implied kidnapping/hostage situation/revenge situation, implied age gap, also i may have italicized too close to the sun in this one, this is so short rip

word count: 1k

a/n: this man is forty-eight years older than me and i’m thirsting, morals are a thing of the past. also context for the title, i was listening to “kiss it better” by rihanna when i wrote this and i got to the whole “fuck your pride” part and had to stop writing for about twenty minutes because my legs were shakinggggg

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The cobblestone is damp and uncomfortable while you’re flat on your back, but it’s not like you can move when there’s two titanium tentacles latched onto your arms, pressing you into the ground. You pray that the rush of your heartbeat isn’t audible, pray that the man in front of you can’t sense the maelstrom of heat in your core— you get a feeling that your efforts in resisting him will be futile when Spider-Man isn’t around, though.

“Child,” Otto sighs from above you, pinching the bridge of his nose as though to ward off a headache. “How long did you think you could hide from me?”

“You’ve gone insane,” you spit back for whatever it’s worth, attempting to writhe.

The tentacles are locked around your legs in seconds, forcing you to remain rigid, and you let out a strained, broken noise.

“Please!” you gasp, reduced to begging. “I - I have a family, I have friends, you know I have a whole life in front of me, please, it doesn’t have to end this way-“

Otto laughs almost incredulously, tilting his head to survey you over his circular glasses. “What doesn’t have to end this way, my darling? You think I’m going to kill you?”

The tears come all too easily— thank God you’re a good actress.

“Like you killed all those people at the hospital!”

Otto tuts, and for a second you think the arms are going to loosen, but they only get tighter.

He hasn’t taken pity on you.

You can’t help but moan weakly as the pressure on your clit gets unbearable, but nothing’s stimulating it.

Well, at least you’re believing nothing’s stimulating it.

“Oh, look what we have here,” he teases, titanium tentacles spreading your legs apart, making the wet patch on your leggings completely vulnerable. “You’re not scared of me at all, aren’t you?”

You’re shaking now, just not out of desperation. “Rot in hell.”

The tentacles lift you upright at that, and you shriek as you’re slammed against the alleyway wall. Your perception spins, and the next thing you know, your leggings are yanked down to your knees, and your underwear with it.

“My, what a sweet, dripping cunt,” Otto breathes, his proximity to your electrified clit making you squirm.

You want this, wanted this ever since you’d stepped into his first lecture, but of course you can’t show it.

Fortunately for you, you don’t need to tell him what to do: his tongue is already pushing on your soaked entrance, and everything in you unclenches.

You gasp out brokenly, blissfully no longer needing Spider-Man to save you, and let out a curse. You don’t quite get the time to adjust to the absurdity of him eating you out, but fuck, nothing else matters besides his tongue delving in and out of your drenched folds.

“Fuck,” you hiss, instinctively reaching forward and pressing Otto’s mouth further onto your pussy, “Fuck…”

Robotic tentacles jump to your arms and you release his hair, letting your arms get pinned over your head as he sucks on your clit.

One particularly deep prod from his tongue has your walls clamping down, and a loud moan escapes your throat— you’re fucking coming.

Exploding would probably be the better word to describe it, and even then it’s not enough. It completely blindsides you and you’re sure it blindsides Otto too as slick squirts out from your pussy, and had it not been for the tentacles forcing you upright, you would’ve keeled over and collapsed. It’s nuclear, your body is trembling and you can’t even feel your legs, then Otto’s saying something, probably taunting you, but the heartbeat in your ears is too fast, too loud…

You’re brought back to earth when three fingers breach your soaking wet pussy and push: you writhe against the titanium hold and curse Otto’s name.

“You dirty fucking girl,” Otto growls as you clench around him, “Who has you undone like this? Who?”

“You,” you grit out, clenching your eyes closed.

“Louder.”

“You!” you yell as a tentacle closes around your throat. Not offensively— you’re so turned on it hurts.

Otto tuts again, then curves the fingers inside of you, and had it not been for your semi-public position and the tentacle on your throat, you would’ve screamed.

He works you until you’re coming in broken spurts, and without even thinking you raise your unbound leg and hook it over his shoulder, pulling yourself onto his face. You’re mumbling something incoherent now.

Beneath you, Otto groans in a way that you know means he likes it, and you laugh in spite of yourself.

Fuck, everything about this is electrifying.

He’s gripping your thighs in his hands, eating you out like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, and you’re spurring him on with spits and groans and curses, your vision half-blurred out with whiteness. Your mind is in a place somewhere far, far away from New York City and impossible to retrieve— not like you want to retrieve it any time soon.

His tongue delves in and out of you, stretching and tightening you fantastically with every tease of your entrance, and you can feel something in you unravelling as you build up to the precipice— your sanity, perhaps. Something in you knows that you’ll never be the same after this.

“My darling,” Otto pants out from between your legs, “You - my God, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

You whine high in your throat as a titanium tentacle loosens around your neck. ��Make me fuckin’ come, Doc.”

It doesn’t matter that more than enough arousal is already dripping down your thighs, Otto is happy to oblige, and the rush that follows feels like your nerves are on fucking fire.

Your thoughts are drifting in and out of coherency by the time Otto’s standing up.

“I didn’t kill you,” he says cryptically, tilting his head to the side— he somehow kept his sunglasses on while his tongue was wreaking havoc on your pussy— and the remaining tentacles withdraw from your trembling, spent body.

You’re forced to watch as he walks away.

[estebun]

Listen I’m rewatching vampire diaries and Stefan is co cringe my 12 years old self is shakinggggg