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Okay no you know what? Iâve held my tongue on this for long enough (everyone in my life knows my opinion on this topic) - I have a very deep beef with chain restaurants changing their soft pretzels as if that isnât a direct personal attack against me, specifically. First it was Applebees beer cheese and pub pretzels like 5 years ago. They used to look like this:
Long, skinny, look like theyâd be dry as fuck but they were soft on the inside with a delightfully crisp exterior and the beer cheese was DIVINE. This is what they replaced it with:
This switch happened around the same time Applebees added breadsticks w/ Alfredo dipping sauce to their list of appetizers. When I tell you that these things are just straight up the breadsticks with a spray tan. Iâm not sure if the breadstick flavor made the beer cheese taste like Alfredo, if they mistakenly gave me Alfredo sauce, or if they straight up replaced the beer cheese with Alfredo sauce. I can tell you that I tried it at two different locations (hoping the second would have the old ones) and then swore off Applebees forever.
But you wanna know a recent, even more heinous soft pretzel betrayal? Monkâs Bar & Grill. I donât think Iâll even have to explain this one. Hereâs the old pretzel option:
And hereâs what they replaced it with:
They donât even salt these bland, dry, cheap bites. Monks, how could you?
I hope Culverâs doesnât get any wise ideas from these chumps.
#also monks changed their cauliflower bite recipe so now my vegan friend canât eat them thereâs no point going#Applebees is dead to me forever idgaf#unless they bring the good shit back then Iâll be there daily#used to order the pretzels to go just bc I was craving them fuck you whichever Applebees team made that choice!! u suck!!!!!#this is just a pretzel post but I know this isnât an original experience for people having their safe foods recipes changed#taco Johnâs switched up their cheese for their quesadillas and that was a hard truth to face lmao#also to be clear I have no beef with pretzel bites other than the cheep ones piss me off#Culverâs pretzel bites are great and Iâm thankful they became a permanent menu item#but like#why would monks think going from a braid to bites would be good? just to make it âmore shareableâ?#my guy that braid was my entre there was no sharing#that and the cauliflower bites were a 10/10 combo#also am aware that these complaints are silly but I just reposted something about soft pretzels and wanted to vent passionately#and also find those pictures of the old Applebees pretzels cuz lots of people have no clue what Iâm talking about#arfid#soft pretzel#food rant#autistic things#personal#âtheyâre both bad chains!â is a valid point I have no rebuttals they got rid of the only things worth fighting for đ€
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â„ KATSUKI BAKUGOU X FEM! READER
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â„ WARNINGS/TAGS: a/b/o dynamics (alpha Katsuki/omega reader), knotting, age-gap (Katsuki is in his grumpy 40s, you're in college), he calls you "kid", fucking in a pool, some mention of sex toys, degradation, creampie
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God, heâs too fucking old for this shit. Too god damn tired of the animal that kicks against his ribs whenever the slick smell of a willing cunt passes his nose.Â
â âm sorry,â you whisper, rolling your hips to suck his cock deeper in your drooling pussy. He grinds his molars at the too-tight feeling.Â
âFucking brat,â he hisses and clamps his hands to your doughy ass, jerking you up and down his cock. âKnew you were trouble. Fucking told you to stay away from me.âÂ
Katsuki knew he would end up fucking the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed college girl the day you moved in next door. He tried to stop it, he really did, showing you his teeth and growling any time the sweet stink of your omega scent greeted him.Â
Yet heâs the one who couldnât help himself. Humid summer air brought your pathetic smell right to him, had him peeking over the fence that separated his house from yours like a fucking perv.
The sight of you in your little pool, desperate to cool your too-hot skin, bikini bottoms floating next to you as you shoved a dildo into your aching hole was his breaking point.Â
And now here you are, stuffed full of throbbing, thick alpha cock. Because you begged him, all fat tears and plump pouts as your heat clawed at your insides.Â
He might be too old for this, but heâll never get tired of how fucking stupid omegas get for dick.Â
âThe t-toys just werenâtâŠwerenât good enough.âÂ
Youâre pinned between him and the pool wall, lips of your cunt dragging along his length over and over again as you try to find release.Â
Copious amounts of slick gush from you, making his thrusting easier. Pearly strings of your cream float around the pool, lost to splash of him fucking into you.Â
But even still, heâs so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggles against your gummy walls. You hiss, not from pain, but from relief, so happy to be full that no amount of stretching will detract from your pleasure.
âYouâre fucking pitiful.âÂ
Shame briefly shines in your blown-out eyes, a bit of humanity peeking through the haze of animal instincts. Shit. This is why he hates this, why heâs tried to avoid all the breeding nonsense. Omegas are so emotionally squishy.Â
Not that heâs any better. One pout from you as you locked eyes with him across the yard made him jump a fucking fence and plunge his cock into your weeping hole at two in the afternoon.Â
âJust canât help it, can you, kid?âÂ
Red eyes trace over the body heâs been trying so hard not to imagine. The triangle fabric of your swimsuit is peeled away from your tits, your nipples puffy from how hard you were tugging on them before he got his hands on you.Â
A little mhmmmm-mhmmmm sounds from lips pressed too tightly together, your head lolling back as you keep bucking against him with your eager, exposed pussy.Â
Youâre a mess, all swollen and gooey and desperate.Â
âSuch a dumb omega,â he groans and wraps his arms around your back, pressing your soft body all the way against his, âfucking yourself out in the open. Wanted me to find you? Wanted the old man next door to fuck you stupid.â
âN-no,â you lie so easily. âToo hot, was too hot and couldnât get off andââ
âBullshit. You started splashinâ around out here just praying Iâd catch your scent.âÂ
âC-canât help it, pr-promise. You just always smell so fucking good, alpha.â
Makes sense now why you always seem to be out on a walk when he gets home from work, and why you always seem to need something from him. He was a nice neighbor and gave you his number when you moved in all on your own, a little omega lost in a big college town. You would message him for help around your place at least once a weekâchanging light bulbs, fixing a leaky faucet, even opening a goddamn jar a few nights ago.Â
He told you several times to stop bothering him, yet you never could catch the hint that fooling around with an alpha was going to get you bitten.Â
Relentlessly he pounds his hips, the buoyancy of the water making it effortless to hold you and fuck in deep. His thighs barely feel any strain, his back muscles rolling like a true predator as he starts to use his arms to pull you up and down.Â
Katsuki slides his fat cock until itâs barely in your pussy, mushroom tip caught by the suctioning ring of muscle inside of you. Then he bottoms out, balls connecting with your ass under the water with a muted thump.Â
âGod, fuck, thatâs good, so good,â youâre fucking loud, âfeel so fucking good in my pussy.âÂ
âChrist, you wanna let the whole neighborhood knowing Iâm fucking you?â
ââThe fuck-drunk little smile on your face tells him that maybe you do.Â
And he thought he was the perv.Â
âYouâre such a fucking slut,â he whispers furiously, kissing you with so much force it makes your back arch in his strangle hold.Â
A thick hand wraps around your throat. He doesnât squeeze, just leaves it there possessively as his tongue forces its way between your lips. You unconsciously moan, your own tongue meeting his, but he presses it down, not wanting it in the way. You give in, letting him encircle your tongue with his own so he can taste you. He pulls back to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth roughly dragging against it.
âLike feeling my cock spread you apart, hm? Maybe Iâll get you a dildo my size for next time you wanna put on a little show.âÂ
You purr and it makes him want to scratch you to pieces.Â
The burning stretch of your omega cunt is bliss. The smell of sex and chlorine sting his nose, make him lose it a bit and press so hard inside of you that his cock nearly meets the resistance of your cervix. Not that you seem to mind itâyour nails are sinking into his wet shoulders, holding on for dear life as he fucks you in the heat of a summer afternoon.Â
When Katsuki shifts his hips down, heavy cock sliding out of your tight hole, you bare your teeth and growl at a man nearly double your age. Â
âEasy, tiger,â he tuts and drops you in the warming water, âturn around and let me hit it from the back.â
He loves that your instincts are to obey.
You turn your back to him with an indignant little huff, bending over the edge of the pool and waiting. Katsuki locks his arms around your thighs, pushing up and letting the water do the work. Your legs float open easily, spreading wide as he spears his way back into your slutty hole.Â
âEver been knotted before, kid?â
Looking over your shoulder, you shake your head, hiccuping as he works his shaft in and out of you.Â
âPlease, please, ah, knot me. Wa-wanna know what it feels like.â
Heâs toying with an ancient fire, he knows that. One fat knot from an alpha and you might be begging to move in with him, but itâs worth it. Your pussy feels too goddamn good and heâs too worked up not to plug you full.Â
Katsuki works you into an absolute frenzy, waves of water splashing onto the edges of the pool as you mewl and focus on how effortlessly he fucks you. Your walls meld to him, each thrust hasty and claiming, scented sweat steaming from the heat of your body and the blistering of the sun. His dick curves just perfectly inside you, cockhead purposefully brushing against the most sensitive, spongy spots within your depths.Â
âSurprised none of your stupid boyfriends knotted this tight cunt before.â
âWouldnât,â your fingers are gripping the edge of the pool for dear life, like youâre gonna drown any second, âwouldnât let them.âÂ
âAnd youâre gonna let me? Just a slut for older men?âÂ
âSlut for you,â you correct him with a bounce of your ass against his pelvis, âlove a big, strong alpha.âÂ
He rolls his eyes at the shameless flattery, yet still the ego inside him flares to life.Â
âYoung, stupid omegas always think they can get whatever they want,â he growls, all while keeping a rough pace inside your body, watching how the water parts for the two of you grinding into one another.Â
You give him a knowing gaze over your shoulder, sultry and coy.Â
You are getting exactly what you want. All you had to do was get his attention, pry at his most basic instincts and now here he is losing his mind over the tight squeeze of your omega cunt.Â
Maybe you arenât so stupid after all.
But heâll fuck you stupid, heâs sure of that.Â
âIâm too old for silly games, kid. You have no idea what youâve gotten yourself into.â
He proves his point by pawing at your belly under the water, pressing in until you can both feel how deep he is in your guts. The realization makes you whine, pushing hard back against him.Â
âYou think Iâm just some toy to use during your heat?â Katsuki tuts, licking at one of his canines. âJust wait until I knot this stupid cunt and you beg me to keep coming back.â
A symphony of sex is ringing in your backyard, sounds of primal grunts, shrill little screams, balls slapping against your ass, water gurgling and splashing.
Any animal nearby knows whatâs happening, that nature is running its course and youâre both nothing but senseless bodies looking for the simplest relief.
Katsuki slides the hand on your stomach lower, pinching your aching clit before he starts swirling it under the pads of experienced fingers. You start thrashing, cunt sucking so tightly heâs sure youâre hurting with the need to cum.Â
âPleasepleaseplease oh god please!âÂ
You shatter and his pride nearly bursts with you. Your cunt clenches, so pleased to cum around a thick alpha cock. You babble absolute nonsense, beg for his knot and a string of thanks yous and pleases and alpha alpha alpha dripping from your mouth into the wake of the pool.
The way your pussy squeezes him tells him youâve been looking for this orgasm for hours, walls so swollen and pulsing. You mustâve been fucking yourself with useless toys since morning and finally got desperate enough to make a scene and get him to fuck you the way you needed.Â
âPoor thing,â he coos, watching your cream float to the surface of the water.Â
Youâre totally mindless now as he continues to fuck you, body sloshing in the pool as he manhandles you to take what he wants.Â
âDonât even know if you can handle a knot, kid. Youâre too tight.âÂ
That stirs you, makes you flatten your hands against the edge of the pool and push back to meet his rhythm. Over and over, you keep up with him, so fucking fraught to finally feel an alpha swell in your guts.
âPlease donât stop, please. Need to feel it, been in heat for d-days.â
âOh omega, have you been fucking yourself silly with all the wrong toys, hm? Been stuffing yourself all alone in your room? Shouldâve, ah, just asked me to come fix it.â
âYou told me to stop b-bothering youâŠâÂ
âYouâll annoy me when your sinkâs leakinâ but not when your pussy is? So fucking stupid.â
Only heâs starting to go dumb at the wrap of your cunt around him. The beast in his belly is raging, alpha instincts boiling in the summer sun.Â
âCâmon, slut, milk my cock,â he pants and slams into you, lost in the way the water reflects around your curves and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He swears your body listens, some reflexive instinct that has your pussy clamping around his shaft until he can feel the veins of his cock squishing into your walls.Â
The orgasmic build starts rushing up his spine, inflating the base of his cock inch by inch.Â
âHoly shit, fuck~â you whimper at the first stretch of his knot. âKatâKatsuki, âm so fucking full!âÂ
Finally he bursts, knot bulging into your gumminess until youâre plugged with him. His cum spills into your tight channel, filling you whole.Â
Your sweet, stupid omega brain can barely comprehend the stretch. Another orgasm wrecks your body, has you falling face first into the pool. Katsuki scrambles to grab you, hoist you up and into his arms as you gasp and crest and cum all over him again.Â
He canât help but chuckle, easily maneuvering his back to the poolâs edge. He lets you calm down in his hold, your head falling against his shoulder as you try to breathe.Â
âGet what you wanted, brat?âÂ
Katsuki pats your bloated belly, making you squeal as he rubs the heel of his hand against his knot.Â
You nod dumbly, eyes closing to focus on the feel of him. He smirks realizing youâll never forget him, your first knot. Omegas really are so emotional.Â
Yet heâs taunted by the stupid bikini bottoms still floating in the water, mocking just how easy it was for you to boil him down to his base instincts.Â
Heâs too old for this shit. Especially as you start grinding down against his knot, cooing, reminding him youâll be fucking him until your heat decides itâs done with him.Â
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a request, if i may, of praising old man logan as he filfthly eats you out and it makes him combust the more you praise him? okay running away again
speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life
a/n: look at him taking off his glasses in absolute shock of this ask- no okay does old man logan have a praise kink? i would raise it higher and say every version of logan has a massive praise kink. this is a man who wants to know he's doing good in life. his love language is acts of service so he might get to hear a pretty thank you. also i'm not sorry for how feral this got. i have no explanation.
summary: he knew he loved you when your words begin to piece his heart back together. he knew he loved you when he flourishes at your praise. he knew he loved you when nothing in this world could matter but the sound of your voice telling him you love him too.
word count: 3k+
pairing: old man!logan x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), praise kink, logan is obsessed, dirty talk via reader, he is so pretty when he blushes, manhandling, cumplay, cumeating, overstimulation, crying, he's needy in this one, angst, tortured soul of an old man, reverence, religious trauma + greek mythology hints.
He can feel the strings of fate pull tight around his broken heart. In a failed attempt to draw him back together. To piece together an organ that barely beat for him anymore. He might have felt it once, before it broke. Before it gnarled itself like the branches of a dying tree, one half twisting away from the other in a desperate attempt of survival.
He deemed it a useless part of his body until you came along. You with your smile that held enough cloying sweetness to choke him as he stood helpless. Silently begging for you to say his name. To bring him back to life.
Whatever horrors that plagued his mindâendless nightmares that promised nothing but anguishâsuddenly came crashing to a halt at the sight of you. So pretty in your denim jeans and velvet top. An angel seated in the center of a bar that held more filth than you deserved to be near. Logan couldnât fathom that luck struck him this hard.
Not when death had already claimed his soul; notched yet another tally in the endless wall of people that came before.
He felt the dirt pack under his nails as he clawed his way out of the grave he put himself in. Years spent aloneâa man lost to the ravages of timeâhad turned him bitter. With rough edges and biting words that stung far more than he intended. How could he believe he deserved to live after he contributed so much to the endless pool of blood that tainted his soul? How was he allowed such softness after biting off bits of brutality his whole life?
Logan was pretty sure he survived on borrowed time that had already run out. He could feel death breathe down his neck as the days went on. A reminder that what little of his life remained would be spent suffering. And he found that accepting it was easier than battling against the will of God, or whoever toyed with his lifeline.
It was far easier to die than find a reason to live.
Until you said his name.
Softly. Sweetly. Reverence wrapped in a tight grasp of need.
You brought him back from the edgeâtook his hand and refused to take no for an answer. You and the safety of your touch; the promise in your kiss. You dragged him into a life he didnât earn; one that almost tasted too sweetâtoo sour.
After near a decade of being buried beneath the dirt, he felt himself collapse above ground and suck in his first real gasp of fresh air. Alive, once more. Hell spit him out with a vow of love and who was he to argue against it.
His fingers dug into your plush thighs, tugging them open to see what lay between. He marveled at their softness, eyes wide and awestruck at the sight of you spread beneath him. You practically glowed in the dim light of the bedside table. Yellow, musty, yet angelic when it caressed your body with its heavenly touch.
He wondered if this was real life; your nails digging sharply into his shoulders gave him the answer.
"Logan," you sighed, voice high with need.
The strings pulled taught. A vice like hold that drew him to you.
Maybe that's what this unutterable feeling was. The gnawing pit at the bottom of his heart. A greed he'd never indulged beforeâtoo afraid of what it might ask for next. He wasn't a man who asked for much. Rather someone that found himself far too content with nothing. But tonight he found his lips forming the words of a false prayer that his mother taught him as a child.
Hail the angel in his bed. Hail every good fucking thing you brought into his life.
His teeth sunk into your thigh, body jolting at your responding moan. Fingers dug into his hair, tugging at the mussed locks with a high pitched whine. You were a needy little thing, but Logan found he desperately wanted to be needed.
He smiled laving his tongue over the tender spot, working his way up to where you dripped for him.
So slick. So perfect.
Saliva filled his mouth. "What do ya want baby?"
Your chest heaved; he could feel the heat of your body under his palms. "Your m-mouth Logan."
His eyes trailed along your brow covered in a sheen of sweat. The room was thick with the humid air of the outside world. But that didn't deter him from craving your skin near his. The pressure of your thighs around his head a welcome weight. If he sunk his teeth in where the curve of your leg met your hip he knew he could draw out that soft choking noise he longed to hear on days spent driving alone.
If he had his way he'd crawl into you to seek your serenity straight from the source. He'd never divulge about the ache that chewed him up on the inside, but Logan wondered if you knew. Could you tell how much he craved you? How much he couldn't live without you.
When your glittering eyes met his, the resolve he spent years building cracked like glass. You peered into him as if he was a stained glass window. A god you were more than happy to worship.
"You want me to lick this pretty pussy?" Fuck, he sounded drunk off your taste already.
His mouth hovered over your throbbing clit, your scent now filling his senses. Overwhelming him with what he wanted most. But he needed to hear it. The lilt of your begging; the soft echo of your need that washed over him like soothing river water.
He couldn't live without it.
"Yes," you sobbed, thigh twitching.
The string sliced his heart open, blood pooling onto the white bed sheets. Oh what a sweet death your love made. Oh...what a bittersweet way to go.
He'd die right now if you asked him to. Hand over his heart on a silver platter if you so wished it. Maybe that made him far too gone for his own good, but Logan couldn't remember a time in his life where he got this. Safety. The hope of love burning far too bright and far too hot for him to fly near it.
Yet there he was. Icarus happily soaring in your sun like glow.
"I got ya honey," he murmured. "Gonna take care of what's mine."
You nodded franticallyâtears welling up in your eyes. "You take care of me Logan."
The breath in his chest stuttered, eyes dark as the words fell past your swollen lips. He wanted to explain why his cock twitched against his stomach. Why he now leaked into the sheet with heavy panted breaths. But every time he came up short with the words needed to form an answer.
"Yeah I do sweetheart," he breathed. "Don't I?"
"Uh-huh."
"Take care of what belongs to me."
There was no warning when his hands dragged you closer with a rough tug, mouth closing over your clit with a desperate suck. A cry wrenched from your mouth, sparks sharply traveling down your spine. He licked through your slick with a growl. Hands an unbreakable press against your thighs.
The sight of your body bowed, mouth open for small gasped breaths that never came, snapped something in his mind. He was an old man. Well past his years. But the taste of your pussy along his tongue brought back a ferocity he often tamped down in his younger age. He felt the feral want claw at his chest, and answered it with a broken snarl.
Swallowing down every drop you gave him, he plunged his tongue into your entrance, thrusting messily until a smear of your shiny slick began to coat his mouth. It covered his cheeks and clung to the hair of his beard. He'd clean it out later, taste you on his tongue until he was aching for another go. But for now he was preoccupied with the way you cried for him.
"Oh fuck!" Your thighs trembled over his shoulders, hips canting down to drag yourself along his tongue. "So good."
He shuddered, eyes rolling back at the sound of your praise. You caught it within seconds, lips pulling into a breathless smile that left him gasping for air. His teeth nipped at your thigh briefly as his hips ground into the mattress below.
"You like that baby?" you breathed, thumb smearing your own slick against his cheek.
Something hot washed over his body. A needy sick and twisted ache that he'd never indulged in before. He wanted to be a good man to you; longed to be needed. And fuck if you didn't give him everything.
You were his walking wet dream. His future handed off and wrapped in a neat little bow.
"L-Love your tongue Logan-" A high gasp tore from your throat when he dived back in. Slurping at your clit with a heady moan as you dragged him closer. "Taking care of me so well."
His hips canted down into the bed, fucking his cock along the warmth of his stomach, as you gushed into his mouth again. Eyes zeroed in on your face, pupils dilated as he growled into your flesh. You no longer could see the man you loved, but the feral side he tamped down during the day. The animal he longed to release in your presence.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum."
His arms looped around your thighs and with a sharp yank, he had his face buried deep enough to suffocate himself. You sobbed an incoherent version of his name. Nails clawed at his shoulders, but Logan could feel the pulse of your clit under his tongue.
He sucked it into his mouth with a grunt, rolling it along his tongue as you trembled with the oncoming shocks of an orgasm that threatened to destroy you.
Tears dripped down your cheeks and Logan felt the satisfying part of his heart begin to stitch itself back together. The strings were tight enough to numb his pain. To quell the flare of agony.
That used to be all he knew, all he counted on most days. When there was nothing left and he'd propped the shovel in the dirtâhis grave open and waitingâhe stumbled right into your arms. He found his reason for living.
Heat curled around his spine as you shook with the impending orgasmâthe stimulation on your clit practically debilitating. He grunted into your soaked flesh, eyes narrowed as he chased the release that pulled his stomach taut. But this wasn't for him to indulge in; this wasn't his pleasure.
So with a throaty moan you felt reverberate along your body, he scraped his teeth along your clit and watched as your body went stiff.
"Logan!" you cried, fingers scrambling for purchase on any part of him you could reach.
You gushed into his awaiting mouth, praises of it's so good, you're so good falling upon his ears like the whimpered prayers of a devout worshiper thanking your god.
"Taste so fuckin' good," he mumbled, drunk on what you gave him.
He didn't care that you were jolting with each pass of his tongue along your pussy. He didn't care that you were shocked with overstimulation, small broken cries of his name muffled by the press of your thighs against his ears. He licked at you until he couldn't breathe. Buried his tongue into your twitching entrance and sucked out your cum with a happy hum.
"P-Please." You tugged at his hair, pulling him off you with a sob. "I-I can't anymore Logan."
"'M not fuckin' finished," he said, eyes glazed and face coated in your slick.
You made a mess of his face. The light catching along where you spilled into his mouth and along his throat. And still he wanted more. He'd spend hours between your thighs, burning your skin with his beard, if it meant he could divulge in your sweetness.
"It hurts-"
A grunt rumbled in his chest, his arms tugging you back even as your feet kicked along his back. "Just one more honey. Yeah?"
You shook your head. "B-But-"
"Thought you said it was good."
"It is."
"Then lemme be good for you." He wanted to tell you that the world went quiet between your thighs. That all his grief, all his pain, lessened when you sobbed his name.
He wanted to show you the string that looped his heart to yoursâthe only thing keeping him aliveâand thank you for bringing him back from the dead. But words weren't his forte. Violence had become the only tenderness he knew and you didn't deserve the rough edges of an old man. You should have more.
But when you let him touch you like thisâcaress your skin and lick between your foldsâhe felt as if he was a man who finally was worthy of someone as precious as you. He could pretend he didn't bear the brunt of a fucked up soul.
The weight on his chest lifted when your tear filled gaze met his and you nodded. Small, barely there, but it was enough for him to seal his mouth back over you with a ragged moan. Your body shook as his tongue slid through the seam of your pussy. The tip nudging against your clitâcareful to draw the pleasure from your body slowly.
He didn't want to give you pain. His heart wouldn't survive that. But he was a broken man; someone who begged for more even as his teeth sunk into what was already given.
You were his meal. His sacrament in the midnight hours until dawn broke across the darkened sky. You were the other half of his soul.
How could he not indulge in your sweetened tang until his tongue went stiff?
"I love you," you sighed, eyes rolled back when he sucked at your pussy, a wet low moan echoing in the air. "My p-perfect husband."
The cold press of his wedding band against your thigh drove him over the edge. You weren't officially married. Didn't have the backyard wedding with a preacher to match. But Logan had placed a ring on your finger near a year ago, sliding one over his own with the vow of forever cemented in his words.
Even if that didn't mean much in the eyes of a god who abandoned him near a century ago.
"Oh-"
Your head tipped back, mouth dropping open as his fingers dipped into your wet heat. Thrusting lazily until he found the spongey patch along your wallsâdriving the pad of his middle finger into it with a needy moan.
He knew it wouldn't take long for you to fly off the edge of a second release. That didn't make watching you climb to that peak any less satisfying. The sight appeased his soul. It gave him a chance to breathe; let him know that after so much badâafter so much painâhe could do something good. He could bring you to the edge of pleasure and drag you over again and again.
He could finally be the man you believed he was.
Not the animal they created.
"C'mon," he muttered. Eyes fixed on the shape of your breasts as your body curved off the bed. Hips dragging along his face with a stunted cry.
A wail bounced off the walls, piercing his eardrums with the symphony of your cries. His fingers rapidly pumped into you with a squelch that had heat burning his cheeksâlips pulling your throbbing clit into his mouth as you broke. The climax slammed into you; battering your already swollen pussy.
Logan could feel his cock swell at the sight.
"Fuckin' perfect," he grunted, teeth bared as he clambered to his knees and wrapped his fist soaked in your slick around his leaking cock. "'M gonna cum sweetheart."
Your eyes fluttered open, fingers digging into his thigh. "Please. Wanna see it baby. Look so pretty when you cum Logan."
His chest tightened, body shaking while you watched in rapture as he fucked his fist rapidly. He wouldn't fucking last, could feel the burning consume his body, but something held him back. The string around his heart yanked him away from the edge, tearing a cry from his throat when his frustration peaked.
You could see itâthe glimmer of need in his dark eyes. This wasn't the first time he longed for your words. It certainly wouldn't be the last.
So you spread your legs and sat up slowlyâarms wrapping around his shoulders to bring his lips down to yours. A soft moan was muffled by your mouth; the peak of his release within reach. He could practically feel the tips of his fingers graze it.
"Cover my pussy baby," you mumbled into his mouth. "Be good for me and mark what's yours."
The growl came from the very bottom of his chest when he finally came. Your name was a bitten out snarl pressed to your mouth in an open mouth kiss as he spurted over his knuckles. He pumped his cock to milk every drop; eyes fixed on the way it covered the swollen lips of your pussy. Dripping down to your entrance that fluttered at the sight of his sweaty and crimson tinged face.
"I fuckin' love ya honey," he murmured, hand cupping your chin to drag your lips back to his. "Best thing that's happened in my life is you."
You smiled, thumbs pressing to his cheeks. "Love you too Logan."
Clutching you close, he felt the string go loose. The breath finally rushing back into his lungs at the sight of your eyes glowing with the kind of light that brought him back to the first day The night he met you in that shitty barâalcohol the only thing on his mind until he saw you.
The night you spoke his name over his covered grave and dragged him back to life with a smile.
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â DAY 3 â LINGERIE
kinktober 2024. â masterlist | ao3
â including. â kazuha, scaramouche, kinich, alhaitham
â warnings. â fem! reader, fingering/scissoring, lots of teasing, alhaitham is the teasing master in this, hot and bothered genshin boys
â â KAZUHA
"do i look good in this?"
goodâ was an understatement, and kazuha's breath stays stuck in his throat when he sees you in that dainty, little lace, his eyes widening in awe, admiring your magnificence.
the world around him seems to fade, leaving only you bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and frail garments hugging the curves of your body, "youâre⊠breathtaking," he whispers, his tone of choice an octave lower.
your fingers reach out to guide him, trembling slightly as his digits trace along the intricate patterns of the fabricâ every touch was reverent, his fingertips brushing over the sheer bra exposing your erected nipples to himâfuck, it's as though he canât decide which was more captivating.
"i canât believe youâre real," he laughs and brushes away the loose hair strands sticking on his forehead, his eyes never leaving yours.
he pulls himself on top of you before placing his palm on your breast, "so beautifulâŠ" kazuha continues, his glossy lips ghosting over your collarbone, his teeth grazing at the sensitive skin on your neck until heâs certain that there's a little hickey there as you twist and curl underneath him, voicelessly telling him to just touch you already.
and here he was now, in fact, he cannot stop touching you, each caress lingering as though to forevermore memorize the feel of you under his hands.
he slips his digits through the flimsy waistband of your underwear as your walls instantly flex and pulse around his fingers when he inserts them knuckles deepâ only one, then after pressing it in and out for about three times, he add another, continuously sinking them into you as he smears harsh circles into your clit to multiply the sensation he's about to give you all night.
â â SCARAMOUCHE
youâre so soft above scaramouche and it only spurs him on, especially with those graceful garments daintily squeezing your frame.
his tongue licks across his bottom lip when he pulls his fingers through the panties to scissor his digits inside your walls, playing with those searing spots he knew got you trembling, got you to beg for more. you're curling into him, squeezing yourself so close for him to add a couple kisses on your throat.
the volume of your voice increases each time scaramouche would find another compliment befitting of the new set of lingerie he's bought youâ the wider his smirk gets, the more it means you're squeezing his fingers harder, "just like that, you look so good in this, picked it right for you, yeah?"
you eagerly nod as he feels your warmth clamping when he begins to scissor you, pumping his slender fingers in and out before adding the third.
well, lets be honest here, in the beginning he thought to himself on how ridiculous it must be for him to buy you something like that and he almost went back to return the costly good, yet now? wow, how fucking thankful he was to himself that he didn't.
â â KINICH
"gimme a spin, yeah? like that," kinich smirks as you twirl around the newest set of lingerie, a deep red that hugged around the curves of your breasts and leaves almost no fabric left on your bottom.
and those thigh highs you added on, they made him feel like he's about to absolutely ravish you. kinich's not used to being at a loss for words, well, he keeps himself silent on purpose but with you? seeing you like this he thought he could say something other than look at you like a man who's never seen a woman before.
he was too drunk on the sight and so fucking hard already, feeling a twitch inside his boxers when you kneel down to press a harsh kiss on his bulge, looking up at him through doe eyesâ and the next almost cruel throb in his shorts was to die forâ this is making him lose his mind. you are.
he bites down on his tongue, his hips rolling into your palm with your lips hovering over the length. palming the front of his trousers, your face slants forward to smear your saliva across his lower abdomen so you'd be perfectly bend across him, making it fairly easy for kinich to watch your pretty ass and your folds barely being covered by anything but a fine silken line.
â â ALHAITHAM
alhaitham's eyes barely flicker up from his book when you step into the room, though thereâs a telltale tension in the way his grip tightens on the pages. he acts disinterested, you ponder if that book in his hands had a soul catching story for him to be this wayâ but you can feel the weight of his gaze when he thinks you arenât looking.
"sit," he bluntly says, his voice commanding and motioning to his bulgy thigh, but he speaks in a way as though your appearance in such delicate lingerie wasn't affected himâ although when you ultimately settle on his lap, he doesnât miss a beat, his hand immediately reaching to the hem of your lace.
"read the next page for me, think you can do that?" he orders, though thereâs a slight edge to his voice that betrays his focus, it's no longer on the book, but on your cute tits and sheer bra prancing with your lovely nipples.
you gulp down, adjusting your seat on his lap as you begin to read while he began to trace lazy patterns along the fabric, his fingertips brushing lightly over the lace, teasing and coaxing out needy shivers from your spine.
so well, his eyes stay fixed on the book, but his hand grows bolder, slipping beneath the edge of the lingerie, feeling your bare skin, "youâre really distracting, you know that?" he mutters, though his smirk says otherwise, "i was only planning to read this book but nowâ"
thereâs a tension in the air, a game heâs playing where he pretends the book holds his attention â but in reality, all he was focused on was you.
day and night, no matter what you'd wear.
his sensitive length twitches against your thigh as your hole squeezes around nothing, your lips exhaling a stutter before he lets his hands squeeze your thighsâ your jaw slack in surprise at how bold he began to be, now digging hard between your legs to press into your clit and rub itâ his cloudy, bloodshot gaze focused on the pulsing, little pearl getting all the more roused the more he flicked it back and forth.
"i never said you should stop reading," he adds on, "already done for the day, hm? you tired?" a little too nonchalant for your liking.
you pout through your dreamy, lustful expression before you're letting your hand smooth through his hair, lightly pecking his forehead, "fine, but I'm sensitive there alhaitham, be careful."
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She Wolf
A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!
Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!
Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)
divider credit here
âAre you ever gonna tell him?â
You looked up from your desk towards Ororoâs voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.
âGod, I donât know, âro. I donât think I should. Itâs just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.â
Youâd had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. Youâd probably be considered best friends by now with how much time youâd spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic âtough guyâ, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You werenât exactly a seemingly âsoftâ type either.
Youâd spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. Youâd been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldnât live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought youâd find some âhelpâ. Youâd been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. Youâd never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You werenât an animal. You just had teeth like one.
Knowing you couldnât lurk in town much longer, youâd hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that youâd met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now.Â
âI think you're underestimating how he feels about you,â Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week.Â
âI think youâre overestimating how he feels about me,â you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.
Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again.Â
âAre you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?â
You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scottâs voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.
âOkay, Logan, youâre gonna be the dog,â Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand.Â
He was definitely not as amused, âwhy do I have to be a damn dog?â
Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, âyouâre the thimble.â
She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play.Â
It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie.Â
âI think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,â Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.
âAnd what we have, obviously,â Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.
âGross,â Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer heâd hidden in the back of the fridge.
âI think someone is jealous,â Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.
âOf having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,â he scoffed.
As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasnât a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.
Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.
âYou donât seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think youâd be cute together,â she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.
âNah, definitely not my type of girl.â
It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like youâd been punched in the gut. You couldnât take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyoneâs gaze.Â
Definitely not my type of girl.Â
âI think I should head to bed, itâs getting late,â you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs.Â
âWhat the hell was that?â Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.
âThat was so mean,â Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.
âI didnât mean to be,â Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, ââŠdo you think sheâs mad at me?â
âProbably more hurt than mad,â Jean said honestly.Â
âShit,â he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, âwhat do I say?â
âNot that,â Marie replied, âwhy did you even say that anyway? You couldâve just said no.â
âI think you like her and youâre being mean so that she wont like you back because youâre afraid,â Ororo said after a moment of silence.Â
Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.
âAm I that easy to read?â His voice was muffled through his hands.
The rest of them couldnât help exchanging knowing smiles.
âSo you finally admit it,huh? Youâve got a crush,â Scott teased.
Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, âyou shut your fucking mouth or Iâll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesnât shine.â
âI think thatâs a yes,â Jean whispered to her boyfriend.
âTalk to her when you see her tomorrow. Weâre not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you canât accept your own,â Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.
âDo you think sheâs even gonna talk to me?â
âOnly one way to find out.â
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.
It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers.Â
Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.
âHave you guys seen her? Iâve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.â
âCanât really blame her,â Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed.Â
âSheâs in her room,â Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, âshe went up before dinner, said she wasnât hungry.â
He groaned, running a hand through his hair, âsheâs skipping dinner now too, great.â
âGo talk to her!â She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.
He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing.Â
âYou canât avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.â
Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.
Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot youâd leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like youâd gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.
âSheâs in her room, she went up before dinner,â Ororo answered.
âNo, sheâs not. And her purse is gone.â
Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybodyâs phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.
âWhatâs so funny?â Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.
âIâm afraid you all have your work cut out for you,â he replied, finally opening his eyes.
âSo, where is she?â Ororo asked, worry in her voice.Â
âThere is a club called The Nightcrawler - â Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently.Â
âClub? What, like a book club?â He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable.Â
âMaybe we should just let her have fun,â Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.
Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. Youâd spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasnât sweatpants and a hoodie. Youâd settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that youâd bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you werenât Loganâs âtype of girlâ, you sure as hell were somebodyâs. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more.Â
âI feel ridiculous,â you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. Thatâs how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.
âHey, you wanna dance?â
He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didnât look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne.Â
âSure, why not?â
As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.
âI love this song!â You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.
S.O.S., she's in disguise
S.O.S., she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
âIronic,â you muttered under the music.
ââââââââĄâââââââââââââââĄâââââââ
Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.
âLogan, slow down!â Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.
âWhat if she didnât even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?â
âOh,â Jean laughed, â I see. Youâre jealous.âÂ
âNo.â
âYup.â
âNope.â
âSo youâd be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?âÂ
Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, âsure, whatever,â feigned disdain in his voice.
The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people.Â
âThis is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,â Scott shouted.
âNot necessarily,â Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.
âWhat?â Logan furrowed his eyebrows.
She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.
There's a she wolf in the closet
Open up and set it freeÂ
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
You didnât even look like you. Heâd never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter.Â
And you were with a guy.
Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way
âSo, what did we tell you?â Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.
âJust some kid,â he replied dismissively, turning to her, âdoesnât mean anything anyway.â
âYou sure?â Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.
That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way.Â
Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys
I just want to enjoyÂ
By having a very good time
And behave very bad in the arms of a boy
You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.
The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.
S.O.S., she's in disguise
S.O.S., she's in disguise
âTouch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.â
You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you werenât bluffing.Â
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.
âGod damn it,â Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him.Â
âLogan!â Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip.Â
There's a she wolf in the closet
Let it out so it can breathe
âShit, Iâm kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?â He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.
âCome on,â Logan snapped, âweâre leaving.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?â You yelled back. You didnât want to stay anywhere near that guy but you werenât ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.
âHey, she doesnât really look like she wants to leave with you, man,â the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants.Â
âYeah? She doesnât want to stay with you either, jackass,â Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, âsheâs not interested.â
What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs.Â
âNo oneâs gonna fucking ask what I want, right?â You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you.Â
âYour little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?â The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Loganâs hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time.Â
âAlright - enough, enough, weâre leaving!â Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.
âWhat are you guys doing here?â You asked, turning to Logan, âand what the fuck was that?â
âWhat was that? Youâre welcome - âÂ
âI didnât ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?â
âOh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,â he scoffed, âhe had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.â
He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, âDonât - Donât touch me!â
None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and youâd definitely never snapped at Logan like that before.Â
You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete.Â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized to the rest of them,â but why are you guys here?â
âYou left without saying anything, we couldnât find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,â Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, âweâre so glad youâre okay.âÂ
You hugged her back.
âI just - I wanted to disappear for a while,â you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scottâs gaze.Â
âDo you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?â Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.
âShut it! Enough from you! Youâve done enough damage control!â
The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.
âHoney, I donât mean this in a bad way, but,â she paused, thinking over her words, âwhat were you gonna do to that guy if we hadnât stopped you?â
You understood what she meant immediately.Â
âWhat, you think I was going to kill him?â you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, âI wasnât. I donât do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.â
âI knowâŠso, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?â she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, âhe seemed kinda shady.â
Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.
You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.
âLiked the attention, I guess,â you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, âitâs been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.â
âHe only wanted one thing from you anyway,â he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.
âAnd I canât want it either?â
That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said âyou asked, you got the answerâ.
You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom.Â
âWhatâs going on with you?â
âLeave me be.â
You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out.Â
âLogan.â
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.
âMove.â
âIâm not leaving you alone until you tell me whatâs going on with you. You donât disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - â
âThereâs nothing to talk about. Goodnight,â you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.
âI care about you, you know, I was worried,â he began to explain.
You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasnât in the room.
âYeah? Why?,â you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, âIâm not your type of girl. Whatâs there to worry about?â
Loganâs face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him.Â
âIs that what this is about? Thatâs why you went out?â
âWhy do you care?âÂ
You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.
âStop.âÂ
You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.
You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.
âI didnât mean that.â
âYou donât have to lie to spare my feelings -â
âIâm not.â
He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.
âI only said that - listen, I only said that because - â Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.
âPlease, donât treat me like Iâm stupid, Logan.â
You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.
âFuck,â he sighed, âI only said that because I didnât want you to like me.â
You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.
âIt worked, are you happy?â
âNo, Iâm not - â
âWell, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.â
You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldnât quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldnât really help it once it started.Â
âOh, god, please, donât cry,â he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldnât.
âWhy would you do that?â You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldnât look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.
âIâm so sorry, princess, I am. Iâm really fucking stupid,â he huffed.Â
You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. Heâd called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name.Â
âAnd what happened there, at the club? âSheâs not interestedâ, what was that about?â You continued.
He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasnât much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.
âI like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldnât like me back and it would save you the trouble.â
Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.
âSave me the trouble of what?â
You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.
âI donât knowâŠhaving to deal with me, I guess. I - Iâve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.â
You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you.Â
âAnd earlier, when we picked you up,â he continued, âI acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Canât stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I donât know.â
Youâd never heard him sound so nervous in all the time youâd known him.
âYou are my type of girl,â he finally choked out, âonly type of girl Iâd ever want.â
All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind.Â
âItâs alright if you hate me, I canât say I really blame you. Fuck, Iâm sorry.â
He began to walk out, convinced heâd fucked up beyond repair.
âLogan.â
Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you.Â
No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top.Â
âYouâre not something to deal with, you know,â you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.
You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.
âIâve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldnât wallow in self pity because you didnât want me.â
âYou were trying to get over me,â he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, âI deserved that.â
After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.
âDid it work?â
His voice was low and soft, a tone youâd rarely heard him speak with.
You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath.Â
âNo. I donât think it was ever going to, either,â you laughed a little, âwhen that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didnât look anything like you.â
Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.
Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.
âCan I kiss you?â
You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.
You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him.Â
When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.
âWe shouldâve done that much sooner,â you giggled.
âAgreed.â
His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.
He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasnât long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.
âWanted you for so long,â he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, âI was so stupid.â
âWe both were,â you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.
âL-Logan,â you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.
He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, âCan I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.â
His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.
âMmm, uh-huh,â you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck.Â
âYou have to use your words, pretty girl,â he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if youâd disappear if he let go.Â
Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.
âY-yes, yeah - please,â you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.
âPlease what, baby?â
âYou - you can make it up to me,â you groaned into his neck.Â
He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back.Â
âCan I take this off you, baby?â
You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.
âEager, huh?â, he chuckled, âlet me, sweetheart.â
He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.
You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking.Â
âAh - Logan,â you whined, making him smile against your skin.
âI like it when you say my name, pretty girl,â he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs.Â
Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.
He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.
âI thought about you a lot, you know - like this,â he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.
You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.
âI thought about you like this, too,â you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.
âYeah?â
His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.
âThis what you think about when you fuck yourself?â He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.
You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.
âY - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.â
He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.
He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name.Â
A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.
âHey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?â
It was Scott.
 You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face.Â
âY-yeah, Iâm alright, just - just tired,â you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.
âYou sure?â
You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing.Â
âYup, th-thank you, mâ jusâ gonna go to bed.â
Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.
Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.
âLogan, Iâm - â
âCâmon, pretty girl, câmon.â
His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.
âUh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,â he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.
âFuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,â you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.
He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers.Â
âI could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,â he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.
Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.
âFuck,â he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.
âYouâre into pain, huh?âÂ
You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.
âYouâre gonna pay for that, pretty girl,â he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing.Â
When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy youâd ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.
âWhat, are you nervous? Itâs alright sweetheart, Iâm not gonna hurt you.â
His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him.Â
You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking.Â
â âm not nervous, I want you, please,â you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist.Â
âYou sure?â he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust.Â
You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back.Â
Logan couldnât help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.
âSo tight,â he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.
âYou - fuck - youâre so fucking big,â you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out.Â
âFeels good?â
It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size.Â
âMm - uh-uh,â you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.
âUse your words, sweetheart,â he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him.Â
âY-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,â you whimpered.
That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress.Â
He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.
âS-someoneâs gonna - someoneâs gonna hear us,â you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again.Â
âDonât care, let âem,â he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you.Â
He really didnât have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure youâd never looked more beautiful.Â
âSo fucking pretty,â he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one heâd considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.
âBite me.â
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, âare you sure?â
âPlease.â
You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.
He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip.Â
âPlease.â
His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didnât enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again.Â
You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds.Â
Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm.Â
â âs good, huh, princess? Come on me, câmon,â he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.
âWant me to stay?â
âMhm - please.â
The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep.Â
âHey, pretty girl,â he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, âyou know I love you?â
The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried youâd misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.
âReally?â
âOf course. You think I wouldâve done that with you if I wasnât in love?â
You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasnât that he hadnât had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since heâd bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasnât the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didnât have to be.Â
âI love you too,â you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.
âI shouldâve told you much sooner,â he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.
Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.
âYou can make it up to me some more.â
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A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks
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Everlong (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)
A/N: This was not a request, just a thought I had and had to get out. "Everlong" by Foo Fighters just scratches my brain in a way very few songs can, and it fits perfectly for this fic. Hope you guys enjoy.
Summary: Logan offers you his bed as a friend, knowing how hard it is for you to fall asleep alone. But after months of sleeping next to him platonically, things finally take a turn...
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT! Thigh riding, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), Cockwarming, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint), cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, non-sexual intimacy to sexual intimacy, friends to lovers, man-handling, rough sex, afab!reader/f!reader, feelings, fluff, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.
Word Count: 4,619 jeeeeeeezzzzz this is DEPRAVED
Sleep was hardâthat is, until you started sleeping in Loganâs bed.Â
It had all started out so innocent. You were sitting on a couch in the study, flicking through the pages of your favorite book. You had just finished your fourth lap around the grounds of the mansion, and you decided you needed a break. The clock on the wall read 2:22 AM, mocking you, reminding you that of all the gifts you have, sleeping would never be one of them.Â
âWhatâre you doing awake?â You jumped at the voice breaking up the silence, but quickly recognized its bassy, deep tone. You turned to face Logan in the doorway.Â
âJust canât sleep,â you answered, shrugging your shoulders. He wore a beater and gray sweatpants, and you struggled against the urge to trail your eyes up and down his body. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât want himâyouâve wanted him for months.Â
Logan crossed his arms against his chest and smiled softly. âCanât sleep either,â he said, taking a step closer. âYou can come up to my room, if you wantâ he offered. âNext time you canât sleep, or you have a nightmare, or you just canât think of anything to do, come find me.â
You smiled at his words, at his kindness, at his willingness to help you. âThank you, Logan,â you whispered.Â
âNo problem, princess.â And then he turned to leave, walking back through the hallway and up the stairs to his room.Â
Youâre still not sure what came over you in those following momentsâstill donât understand where your confidence came fromâbut you forced yourself up from the couch and down the hall, following Loganâs path to his room.Â
He was already inside, already had the door closed, so you knocked. And the door immediately swung open. You swallowed, parting your lips nervously. âLo, do you think I could take you upââ
But he didnât even let you finish. He grabbed your arm and tugged you into the darkness of his room, navigating you carefully to his bed. He laid you down and walked to the other side, climbing in next to you. He brought the covers over your bodies, shuffling under the sheets, settling in, and then everything was silent.Â
You tried to get comfortable. You rolled onto your stomach and waited, eyes shut tight, hoping that sleep would take you under its current. But it didnât. You rolled back onto your side, away from Logan, opening and closing your eyes frustratedly.
âYou okay?â He asked. You could hear Logan inching towards you, his front suddenly pressing against your back.Â
You hummed in affirmation, leaning your back into him. He reached a tentative arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest. âIs this okay?â He husked, his lips at the shell of your ear.Â
âYeah,â you panted into the darkness of his room, taking shallow breaths, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You could smell him everywhereâon the sheets, the pillowcase, in the air of the room. It was all leather and musk and pine and denim. And there he was, holding you, his thumb drawing soft circles into your slightly exposed midriff. Something about it was overwhelming, but also comforting, as though all your senses were being cradled by him.
He could hear your heart beating, could hear your breath catching in your throat. âRelax,â he whispered. âIâve got you. Go to sleep.â Your eyes fluttered closed, and you focused on Loganâs breathing. It was constant, stable, steadfast. He was so warm, so solid. And soon enough, you found yourself giving in to sleep.Â
You woke up a few hours later, the pale light of the moon still pushing through the curtains. Loganâs legs were tangled with yours, your face pressed into the center of his chest, his arm wrapped around your back, holding you tight. You tried to lift your head to read the clock behind you on the nightstand.
But Logan pulled you back down. âGo back to sleep,â he murmured against the crown of your head. âToo early.âÂ
Thatâs how most nights have been since thenâclimbing into his bed, completely innocently, just to be able to sleep. He holds you all night, keeping you close. And when the sun finally rises, you both get up and head down to the kitchen, watching as Logan brews you a pot of coffee.Â
Itâs shockingly domestic and incredibly intimate. And yet, the two of you have never talked about it. Itâs a silent agreement, one based on pattern, convention, and repetition. These very events have played out more times than you can countâfor months now. It has become so normalized that you donât question it, donât even think about it when you crawl into his bed, and he pulls you into his chest.Â
So, tonight starts out like any other. Your feet pad along the dark, mahogany wood floors, down the dim, quiet hallway, towards Loganâs room. Youâre only wearing a pair of panties and one of Loganâs old t-shirts, the hem falling to the middle of your thighs.Â
You stand in front of his door and knock. You arenât nervous anymoreâarenât anxious as he opens the door. Heâs already shirtless, wearing just his boxersâwhich, however, is something you will never get used to. He smiles, his eyes trailing up and down your body as he steps to the side, inviting you in.Â
You know the drill by nowâyou walk to your side of the bed, lying down and pulling the covers up to your chin. Logan follows suit. You move in silence, but itâs a comfortable silence. Itâs a silence shared by two people who donât have to say a word, donât have to communicate to feel connection. His arms wrap around your body, and he tugs you into his chest.Â
âDidnât see you today,â he mumbles, his lips brushing your forehead. âWish I couldâve.â His fingertips graze up and down your back, your t-shirt hitching up as you get comfortable, revealing your bare legs.Â
âIâm here now,â you whisper, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, smelling him, letting him overtake your senses. He tangles your legs with his.
âIs this my shirt, by the way?â he asks, his hands sliding down to the hem, which is now bunched up above the waistband of your panties.Â
You smile into his neck. âMaybe,â you answer, giggling softly.Â
His fingertips slip just under the t-shirt, tentative and hesitant, waiting for you to push him away, to tell him no. But you donât. âLooks better on you than it does on me,â he husks, his thigh settling between your legs so that youâre straddling it.Â
âTh-thanks,â you stutter, trying to ignore the way he bumps against your core, the way his words make your heart race. You shut your eyes and wrap your arms around his center, letting him engulf you in his warmth. You swallow your feelings down and close your eyes. âNight, Lo,â you mutter. Â
âNight, princess,â he says, his lips against the crown of your head.Â
You listen carefully to his breathing, like you always do, and after a few moments, you find yourself falling asleep.
When you wake up a few hours later, your back is against Loganâs front. His arm keeps you pressed tightly to his chest, his nose nudging against the crook of your neckâyou can feel his breath, warm on your skin. Your legs are intertwined, his knee just inches away from your core.Â
Logan moves in his sleep, his knee bumping against your core now, his nose nuzzling into your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just under your ear. You take a deep breath, pleasure pulsing between your thighs as Logan moves again, his thigh dragging against you. You canât help the moan that falls from your lips.Â
He moves again, and thatâs when you feel itâhis erection stiff against the curve of your ass. Heat spreads across your chest, up to your neck, your stomach somersaulting as his hips press harder into your ass.
âL-Lo,â you stutter into the darkness of his room. But he doesnât answer. His thigh slides against your core again. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, soaking your panties. âLogan,â you choke, moaning louder this time. Â
He hums in response, nuzzling his nose deeper into your neck, his lips pressing against your skinâthe ghost of a kiss. Itâs too muchâyou want to grind down on his thigh, want to feel his cock pressing against your ass, want to feel his hips rutting against yours. You thought maybe this would happen, hoped that one night would lead to something like this, but you never dreamed it would actually come to pass.Â
Loganâs thigh rubs against your heat again, and you mumble his name, your breathing quickening. âFuck,â you groan, involuntarily bucking your hips against Loganâs. His erection drags along your ass.Â
You force yourself to be still as Logan grunts into your neck. âYou awake, pretty girl?â He whispers against your ear.Â
âMhm,â you murmur, trying to play half-asleep. You donât want to let on that you can feel him hard against you, and you pray you arenât soaking through your panties and onto his thigh.Â
You swear you can hear him mumble a soft fuck under his breath. Your thoughts race around your head. Maybe he was awake the whole time. Maybe he felt your hips roll against him. Maybe he can smell the arousal growing between your thighs. You know he can hear your heart hammering against your ribcage.Â
But his arm tightens its grip around your waist, and he pulls you closer, holding you down against his thigh. âWhat were you doing, sweetheart?â He rasps, pressing a true, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. You gasp, a shiver running down your spine.Â
âWh-what do you mean?â You stutter, stumbling around your words as he kisses your neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just under your ear.Â
He moves his knee, pressing harder into your core, dragging his thigh against your aching heat. You stifle a moan as he repeats the motion. âFelt you riding me, pretty girl,â he huffs, his hands gripping your waist, guiding your hips along his thigh. âSmelt you, too,â he whispers, his lips still at your neck. âCan feel that pretty, wet pussy dripping on me, darlinâ.â
âLogan,â you whine, letting him move your hips back and forth. The pressure feels so good. You need more. âPleaseâŠâ You trail off, grinding down onto him.Â
âMaking a fucking mess of me, arenât you?â He teases, his fingers gripping your hips like iron, so tight he might bruise. âLove watching you get off on me.â His voice is dark and honeyed, smooth like expensive liquor. Your walls clench around nothing as your clit drags along Loganâs thigh and you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder. âSo sensitive, arenât you?â
âYes,â you pant, letting him pull you back and forth. Youâll take anything you can getâanything heâs willing to give to you. âD-donât stop,â you beg.Â
âFuck,â Logan grunts. âNeed me that bad, huh?â
âY-you have no idea,â you stammer. He bites your pulse point as one of his hands wraps around your front, slipping inside your panties and finding your clit. âOh fuck, Lo,â you whine, the pads of his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles around the bud.Â
âThat feels good, pretty girl?â You can hear the smirk in his voice. He knows exactly what heâs doing to you, and heâs getting off on it. You can feel his erection hard against your ass every time his hips buck into yours. âBet it does, the way youâre soaking my thigh.â
âSo fucking good,â you whimper. But you know you need more. You need him. âLogan, pleaseâŠâ You trail off, the words escaping you as pleasure pulses through your body.Â
âPlease what, darlinâ?â He teases, his fingers pulling out of your panties, his hands gripping your hips again, rolling you against his thigh. Itâs not enough, and you groan at the loss of contact. âUse your words, sweetheart.â
âN-need more,â you croak, dragging yourself along him.Â
âMore what, beautiful?â But you know he knows. You know he wants to hear you beg for it, wants to hear you beg for him.Â
âMore of you,â you choke out.
âYeah?â He chides, slowing the roll of your hips with his iron grip. âMore of me how?â Heâs so goddamn cocky, so unfair.Â
âI-IâŠâ your eyes roll back into your head as he slowly, teasingly drags you up his thigh, pulling you against his erection and holding you there. âHowever you want me,â you whisper, pushing against his cock. âJust want you.â
He suddenly pulls away, his grip on your hips forcing you into the mattress as he rolls on top of you, caging you in, his hands on either side of your head.Â
Loganâs lips crash down onto yours, swallowing you hungrily, his teeth grazing your lower lip and licking away the pain. You part your lips, inviting him inside, tasting his tongue against yours. He slides a hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt and yanking it up. He breaks the kiss to slip the shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He sits up on his knees, his eyes trailing your body, settling on your bare breasts.Â
âSo fucking beautiful,â Logan praises, lowering down over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand glides up your side and to your breasts. He palms your flesh, rolling his thumb over your pebbled nipple, pinching lightly. âFuck, youâre perfect.â He traces across the valley of your breasts, his hand massaging the other side.Â
He grinds his hips into yours, his erection nudging against your core. âWanted you so bad, pretty girl,â he pants, pressing another kiss to your lips. His fingertips drag down your body, gripping your hip tightly again. âDreamed of fucking you, of tasting you.â He buries his face into the crook of your neck as he pushes you into the mattress, biting down on your pulse point. âTell me you want this. Tell me you want me.â
You moan as he sucks at your sensitive skin. âWant you, Lo. Need you,â you whine, your arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin. âAlways wanted you.â
He kisses a trail down your neck, to your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts. He slides down your body, peppering light kisses across your stomach, stopping at the hem of your panties. He looks up at you, his face illuminated by the pale, blue moonlight. You can see the desperation in his eyes, the need. He licks his lipsâa man starvedâas his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties.Â
He tugs them down your legs, throwing them to the floor, and settles between your thighs. His face is just inches from your aching heat. Your chest heaves as he brings himself closer, his breath fanning across your cunt. You look down at him and find him staring up at you, watching your every move.Â
âWanna know what you taste like, darlinâ,â he huffs, his palms splaying on your inner thighs, spreading your legs wide open for him. âWant me to make you feel good?â His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs possessively.Â
âY-yes,â you stammer, already arching your back off the mattress. âPlease, Logan.â
He smiles, his eyes still trained on yours as his tongue swipes through your folds, long and slow, all the way up to your clit. âFuck,â he mumbles against your core, flicking your clit, lapping at it twice before starting all over again. He licks another teasing stripe through your folds, landing on your clit and taking the bud between his lips this time. He sucks roughly, releasing your clit and swirling soothing circles around it. âYou taste so perfect. Better than I ever imagined.âÂ
He laves at you, devouring you, his head buried against your cunt. His right hand climbs up your inner thigh, nearing your folds as his teeth graze your clit. Your hips jolt back at the sudden feeling, and Logan is quick to slide his left hand under your thigh. He grips tightly, yanking you back to him, and pressing his face deeper into your cunt. âDonât even think about it, pretty girl. Youâre not going anywhere until Iâm finished with you.âÂ
You moan at his words, his right hand finally working its way up to your folds. His fingertips find your entrance, spreading your slick. âSo fucking wet for me,â he murmurs, prodding your slit. âWant my fingers, darlinâ?â
âYes, Lo, please. Want all ofââ He thrusts two long, thick fingers deep inside you, down to his knuckles. âOh, fuck,â you cry out as he pulls out and slams back in.Â
His tongue swirls around your clit, his teeth grazing the bud every time he takes it between his lips to suck. Itâs overwhelming, overstimulating, the way he laps at you, drinking you in, consuming you. If he could find a way to keep your taste on his tongue all day, he would. If he could slip under your skin to be one with you, to feel your warmth, he would. You know this isnât want. This isnât lust. This isnât some one-off thing. This is need. This is longing.Â
Your eyes roll back into your head as he breathes you in, his tongue working at your clit as his fingers thrust in and out, dragging along your walls, scissoring inside you. âDoing so good for me, sweetheart,â Logan praises, and you clench down around him at the words. He smiles against your cunt. âYou like that, donât you? Like when I tell you just how good of a girl you are.âÂ
Your walls flutter around him again. âI-I do,â you admit, your voice shaky as he fucks into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every pump of his fingers.Â
Logan chuckles darkly, the reverberation pulsing against your clit. âThatâs my good girl, giving me what Iâve been waiting for,â he huffs, lapping at you, sucking on your clit like itâs candy. âWouldâve waited forever for you.â
Your muscles contract and release at his words, at the intimate confession. âWouldâve waited forever for y-you too,â you whimper, his fingers still working you open. Youâre so close. Fire burns at the base of your spine, your walls clenching around Loganâs fingers again as his tongue draws tight, rapid circles into your bud.Â
âNo more waiting, beautiful,â Logan grunts, and you know what he meansâhe knows youâre close. âWanna feel you come around my fingers, wanna taste it.â It isnât a request; itâs a command. His fingers plunge deeper, his tongue laving at your clit roughly between sentences. âKnow youâre ready to let go, sweetheart. Donât hold back. Come for me.â
Youâre crashing down, falling, but not into nothingnessâinto Logan, into his warmth, into his touch. Your chest heaves and the room spins. Heat pours from deep at the bottom of your belly, fire spreading up your spine. Nothing has ever felt like this. His name is the only thing you can think, the only thing you can say:Â Logan Logan Logan Logan.Â
His pumps slow down, his fingers dragging gently along your inner walls until he stills inside you and carefully pulls out. His tongue is still lapping at you, still working your overstimulated clit.Â
âLogan,â you whine, your hands finding his head, digging your nails into his scalp. âWant you.â
He smirks against you, knowing full well what heâs doing. âYou have me, darlinâ.â
You groan, half in frustration, half in pleasureâthe tension building back up between your thighs with every flit of Loganâs tongue. âPlease,â you beg, tugging on Loganâs hair. He grunts at the feeling, smiling against your cunt again. âI want you, Logan.â
âGotta be more specific, pretty girl,â he huffs, his face finally separating from your cunt. Your release glistens on his chin, his lower lip. He brings his fingers to his mouth as he waits, wrapping his lips around his fingers and sucking, savoring the taste of you.Â
âWant you inside meâŠâ You trail off, watching as his fingers pop out of his mouth, his tongue darting out along his lower lip, rationing every drop of you he can find. âWant your cock,â you finally choke out.
The corner of Loganâs mouth turns up, his fingers hooking into his boxers and tugging them down. âWanna fuck you so bad, beautiful,â he grunts, his cock springing free, bouncing against his stomach. Heâs so much bigger than you had anticipated. You swallow nervously as he lowers himself down over you, resting on his forearm. âThought about this for so long.â
His hand wraps around the base of his cock, guiding himself to your folds. He swipes through you, spreading your slick, notching against your clit. You moan at the contact, your chest coming flush with Loganâs as your back arches off the mattress. âLogan, please,â you beg. âJust want you. Only ever gonnaââ
He plunges deep inside you, down to the hilt with one thrust. Youâve never felt so fullâhis cock thick and long, splitting you open. His presses a kiss to your lips, swallowing your moans as his tongue darts out, tangling with yours. Heâs still inside you, stretching you out, allowing you to adjust to the size of him. âYou okay, pretty girl?â He asks as his lips part from yours.
âY-yes,â you stammer, your arms wrapping around his back. âFeels good. So big.â
Logan pulls out and thrusts back in, splitting you open again. âFuck,â he groans, his forehead resting against yours. âSo fucking perfect. So tight, so warm. Made for me, darlinâ.â Your eyes flutter open and closed as his free hand slips between your bodies, quickly finding your clit.Â
âLo,â you whine as his fingers draw tight, rapid circles into the bud. He sets his pace, pumping in and out of your cunt with reckless abandon. His hips rock against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing along the walls of the room.Â
âKnew youâd feel like this,â Logan soothes, flicking your clit as he fucks into you. âKnew youâd feel this good. Wanna be inside you forever, princess.â
His lips find yours again, his teeth tugging on your lower lip and then sucking the pain away. Itâs rushed and frantic, like heâs dying for more, searching for a way to reach deeper inside you, to feel all of you at once.Â
He ruts into you, his hips snapping, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. He pinches your clit roughly, and your back arches off the mattress, your chest pressing against his.Â
âNo idea how much I wanted youâŠâ You trail off as his cock pounds into you. Heâs still stretching you out, still working you open.Â
Logan moans your name, his cock throbbing at your words. âWanted to fuck you that first night you came in here,â he whispers at the shell of your ear. âWanted you before that too. Knew I needed you the second I saw you.â
The confession rocks through you. You think of all those nights spent next to Logan, all those stolen moments. He wanted youâneeded you the whole time.Â
âLo,â you hiccup, his fingertips swirling your clit, his hips rocking against yours. He sinks deep inside, again and again, pumping in and out. Your walls flutter around his cock, dragging him in deeper.Â
âFuck, pretty girl,â he groans, sliding out and plunging back in. âSqueezing me so good, taking me so well.â
Tears brim in the corners of your eyes at the pure pleasure drumming through your bones. You know youâre close, know youâre almost unraveling underneath him. Logan flicks your clit, drawing hard, rough strokes around the bud. Youâre on fire, and youâre burning for him.Â
âLogan I-IâŠâ You stumble around your words, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pounds into you. Your walls flutter around him again, and his cock twitches inside you at the feeling.Â
He groans, your name on his tongue like a prayer. âI know youâre close, pretty girl.â He throbs inside you, and you know heâs almost there too. âWanna make you come again,â he grunts, pulling out and pumping back in. âKnow you have another one in you, sweetheart.â
Heâs right. You canât hold on much longer, but you want this moment to last. You want to feel his cock dragging along your walls, filling you up, splitting you open. You want his chest flush against yours. You want to feel the way he bites your lip and sucks away the sting he leaves behind. You want it allâall of himâand you donât just want it right now. You donât want this to be a fleeting moment. You want it to be forever.Â
âCome on, beautiful,â Logan pants, his pace faltering, his hips stuttering. He twitches inside you again. âFuck, you feel so good.â He strokes your clit, drawing those quick circles into the bud. âLet go for me. Know you want to,â he breathes, his forehead resting against yours. âIâve got you, sweetheart. Iâm not going anywhere.â
His words overwhelm you, and you let go. Itâs all more forceful this time, more powerful, your body trembling, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as wave after wave of pleasure tears through your body. It feels like blinding, searing heat, spreading like a forest fire.Â
Logan is right behind you, moaning your name, his cock throbbing against your walls. âGonna fill you up, pretty girl,â he husks, his chest heaving. You whisper a soft, pleading yes. âFuck, gonna make you mine,â he moans. His cock throbs again, and then heâs spilling inside you, filling you with his release.Â
His fingers rub gentle strokes into your clit, his cock slowly pumping in and out before stilling inside you. His fingers slip away from your clit, his hand traveling up your body, and rolling you over so that youâre side by side, facing each other. He pulls you into his chest, his cock still deep inside you.Â
Loganâs arms wrap around your back, caressing your bare skin, tracing patterns and shapes with his fingertips. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head as you bury your face into his chest.Â
âWanna stay inside you,â he mumbles against your hair. âWanna keep you close.â
âYou can,â you whisper, your heart hammering. âWanna stay close, too.âÂ
He presses another kiss to your head. âIâm not going anywhere,â Logan soothes, his fingers running up and down your spine. âGonna want you forever.âÂ
You lift your head to look up at him, his eyes immediately meeting yours. âForever?â You ask, but you know itâs a dumb question. You know heâs telling the truth.
He smiles and nods. âWouldâve waited for you forever,â he says, pausing, his throat bobbing as he swallows. âNever felt this way before, pretty girl. Never felt this real, this perfect. Donât wanna let you go.â
âDonât,â you whisper into the darkness of his room. âPlease.â
âI wonât,â he coos, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. âI wonât.â
His breathing steadies, and you listen to him like you do every night. Your eyes flutter shut, and you drift off to sleep with Loganâs cock deep inside you.
Forever. You think as your mind goes quiet and sleep drags you under. Forever.Â
Everlong.  Â
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GOJO SATORU: IT'S GONNA FEEL SO GOOD, I PROMISE!
.àłàż he's dreamt about fucking you for months, and now that you're finally in his sheets, he has no intent of letting you goâespecially when he finds out that he's your first time. NSFW
contents: fem!reader. virgin!reader. kinda sorta subtle coercion, corruption kink, slight dubcon, fingering, p â> v, lots of praise!!, mentions of prior dirty dreams (about you).
author's note: had this stuck in my drafts for a while so uhhhh. yea enjoy. tagging @mymegumi bc i love selene êšïž
"please, baby, it'll feel so good," satoru cooes, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his. "i promise i'll be gentle."
you shrug, scrunching up your nose at satoru hesitantly. "i don't know..."
your boyfriend presses his lips to yours briefly and smiles tenderly. satoru's soft eyes are fixed on you, only you as he widens them pleadingly. "i wanna teach you how to fuck. please, sweetheart, we can stop anytime. jus' wanna make you feel good, i promise!"
it's only partially a lieâyes, satoru certainly wants to teach you to fuck, but he's not entirely certain that he could just stop anytime. especially because he's well aware that fucking a virgin is such an addicting experienceâsatoru knows you're gonna be so tight that you'll just suck him in, and he isn't that confident that he'll be able to stop once he's started.
but whatever, that's a problem for laterâfor now, he's focused on persuading you to spread those legs for him and show him your pretty pussy.
you pause, considering his proposal. after a couple seconds, you nod hesitantly. "you promise you'll be gentle?" you ask meekly, averting your eyes.
satoru nods, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "of courseânow c'mon, let's get those clothes off of you, baby." and a couple agonizing minutes later, you're half naked underneath a shirtless satoru, and his fingers trace the inside of your thigh.
"so first, i'm gonna make you cum on my fingers, 'kay?" satoru informs you. "needa loosen you up so you can take my dick."
"o-okay," you whisper, swallowing nervously. "i'm a little scared," you admit, fiddling with the waistband of your lacy underwear. "will it hurt?"
after a moment, satoru nods in response. "at first it will. but then you're gonna feel so good, i promise."
"you promise?"
"i do."
satoru tugs down your panties and grins at the sight of your pussy, untouched and reserved just for him. he's dying to just fuck you then and there, rough and no prep, but he made a promise. and satoru has no intention of breaking it.
"ready?" he breathes, positioning his fingers just outside of your entrance. when you nod, he shakes his head. "i'm gonna need to hear it from you, baby. use your words."
"i'm r-ready," you confirm, inching your thighs farther apart for him.
"good girl."
then satoru slips his fingers inside, and you can't suppress the sudden moan that slips out of your lips. to you, it's embarrassing, but to satoru, it's music to his ears. he steadily pushes his fingers farther and farther into your tight cunt, and satoru can't help but marvel at the way you just suck him in.
"you're so fuckin' tight," satoru mumbles, eyes fixed on your pussy. "and so wet, too. i've barely even touched you, fuck."
it's agonizing, reallyâthe sensation of having someone else's fingers inside of you is so new and so strange that you can almost ignore the pain (which is present but not as throbbing as you had feared). satoru makes sure to be as gentle as he can, which unfortunately isn't quite as gentle as you'd likeâbut it's not too rough for you to handle.
satoru starts widening his fingers in a scissor-like motion, stretching you farther apart to make room for his already rock-hard dick. you squirm around him and whine about how deep his fingers are, but satoru dismisses your complaints with a laugh. "c'mon, this is barely the beginning. if ya can't take this, how're you gonna take my dick?"
a couple minutes later, when satoru finally deems you loose enough, he pulls out his now-drenched fingers. looking you in the eye with a smug smile, he slips his fingers into his mouth and licks your slick off of them. "mm, you taste so good, pretty. lemme see if you feel as good as you taste, yeah?"
and that's how he convinces you to keep your thighs nice and spread wide open for him as he positions the head of his dick at your entrance, practically trembling from the effort it takes to not just pound into you. you're so compliant and perfect for satoru, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to push you up against the headboard and fuck you until you pass out.
but somehow, he manages to control himself. "alright, baby, this is gonna hurt," satoru warns, touching his reddening tip to your soaked pussy. "you ready?"
"y-yeah," you breathe, distantly noticing the way your hands start to tremble. satoru exhales softly and shakes his hair out of his eyes before gently pushing himself inside of you, and the first thought that enters your head is that he's ridiculously bigâit feels like you're getting torn apart every second he goes in farther.
"satoruuu," you whine, starting to paw at his chest when he goes in farther, and it's too much, too fast, but he only grins down at you in response. "it hurts, ow... y're tooâ"
"uh uh, just shut your pretty mouth n' take it," satoru groans, shifting the angle of his hips and going in a little deeper. you cry out in pain, face scrunching up in an effort to numb the stinging sensation around your waist. satoru dips his head and kisses your forehead, murmuring praises on how well you're doing.
"it'll feel so good soon, i promise, baby," he insists, pressing his lips to the spot in between your eyes. "you're takin' me so good, fuckâ agh, you're so damn tight, this one's gonna hurt like hell, but you can take it, yeah? my pretty princess, you'll do anythin' i say, won't ya..."
satoru doesn't give you a chance to respond before he says something about this being the last stretch, but his words don't really sink in until he's two more inches deep into you. his last thrust is so sudden and jarring that it makes you cry out his name, over and over and over until the pain evident on your face starts to turn into something that looks a lot like... pleasure?
a self-assured smile grows on satoru's flushed face when he sees the chance, and a thousand more words of praise fall from his lips. your vision's a little fuzzy in the corners, and your mind is all but goneâit's hard to focus on anything but the slowly fading pain.
satoru starts to move his hips back and forth, easing your loosening cunt into him and nodding at the way you slowly start to show signs of wanting more. your eyes brighten up a little and you seem more alert the longer satoru opens you up.
"startin' to feel good now?" he asks, smiling smugly when you nod your head. "yeah, told you so." the prominent blush on his face starts to creep down his neck, and when you reach up and tentatively touch his cheek, that's when he loses it.
it takes every drop of self-restraint in his body to not flip you over, face-down and ass-up and fuck your tight cunt the way he's dreamed about for months. satoru's imagined it for so long that it's practically a reality for himâthe way you would whimper his name and claw at the sheets, the way you would cum all over him too many times to count, all of it. he's seen it a thousand times in his head, but having his fantasy so close and yet so far drives him insane.
but as you smile up at him, the almost unnoticeable tremble in your bottom lip assures him that this probably isn't the time. after all, you're not leaving him anytime soon, so he might as well train you first before even attempting any of that on your perfect, untouched body.
"what do i do now?" you ask, and the simplicity of the question is almost childish. especially when satoru almost laughs in response, soft blue eyes glinting with amusement.
"jus' lie there and stay pretty f'me. and keep your legs spread wiiide open," satoru cooes, shaking his hair out of his eyes only for it to fall right back in.
"yeah, you're doin' so good that i don't even buy that you were a virginâor are you just naturally made for me, huh? maybe that's it, 'cause i swear on my life that i've never fucked a cunt this fuckin' pretty, heh."
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sick love
spencer reid x fem! reader
pt2!!
synopsis;;
you catch your best friend spencer touching himself and far from being embarrassed, it only turns him on even more. if only you knew he had been dreaming about this moment for his entire fucking life and that he has even planned for it to happenâŠ
cw;; (letâs act as if spencer and reader are the same age (consensual 18) in high school
really perv!spencer, dark themes, spencer uses readers body without implicit consent (i donât know if it counts as cnc since later we find out she doesnât mind), somnophilia (if you squint), INDECENT use of cum, stalker behavior, use of masculine sex toys, breeding kink, mommy and daddy kink, praise kink, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), sub and dom spencer, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, cream pie, masturbation (m), voyeurism (?), dacryphilia, violence (not towards reader), dirty talking, hair pulling, blood⊠MINORS DNI OR IâLL COME FOR YOU!
@cafekitsune âs separators
Spencer was obsessed with you. Not in a lovely kind of obsessed âthat tooâ but in a really perverted way. His sick infatuation commenced a warm summer, when you and him, best friends since freshman year, had ended up staying up late in your house for a movie night. Your parents were no where to be seen, and being scared of spending the night alone, you invited Spencer for a sleep over.
Everything was perfect. Little snacks, the newest film in D.C in tape and a cozy sofa in which the two of you silently rested as you stared at the tv. That was until you had fallen sleep on the other end of the sofa, loose and extremely short pijama pants letting your lace panties show and nipples erect due to the coldness of the night underneath your tight and white tank top. He found himself stating for far too long, instead of bringing up on your body the blanket that you both had been shared, his eyes taking in just how beautifully exposed you were.
Full honesty? He didnât even remember how his dick had gotten that hard nor how it had ended on one of his hands, palm slick in precum as he thrusted in it, bottom lip in between his teeth and soft moans and groans scaping his lips. But he didnât care. He came so hard that night that he swore he saw stars on your living roomâs ceiling.
After that, he of course felt awkward and embarrassed of himself around you. Masturbating to his sleeping best friend, and just mere inches away from you? Jesus Christ. Though that remorse quickly went away when he found himself sinking deeper in that sickness under your name.
He relished in that pretty tears of yours when you cried about another stupid boy being mean to you and dumping you against his neck, your tits fully pressed to his chest and whimpers making his cock push against his jeans, even more when that same guys were the ones crying and begging for him to stop as he beat the shit out of them.
He liked to see you cry, but if it wasnât because of him, he wouldnât have it. He sent a couple of them to the ER, but they were too scared to get a couple more bones broken if they ever spoke up,â and also, who would believe them if they said that the slender nerd of their class was the one that beat them upâ so he always got away with it. In no time, the guys were fucking terrified of even glancing at you, leaving you all to himself. Like it had to be. You were his, or youâll be.
You were always complaining about things of yours disappearing, âFuck! I cant found my chapstick.â him shrugging even when he knew that he was, in fact, the thug. Then, heâd go back to his house and open the last drawer of his desk â which he had under keyâ and take the same chapstick out of his pocket to push it inside along with the other things he had stolen from you: lipgloss, necklaces, bracelets⊠Panties.
He loved them. He almost had a collection of them, of all types; cotton, lace, thongs⊠He loved the ones that he stole from the dirty laundry the most, whichâs crotch he could push against his nose and lick as he fucked his fist. Getting to taste and smell your slick always drove him crazy.
Another thing Spencer loved to do was take photos of you. He had albums and albums of polaroids for the two of you, being both on the pictures or just you. He loved to watch them from time to time: you smiling, you singing, you dancing, you blowing a kiss to the camera, jumping in the pool, petting a stray cat⊠Being simply you.
But he also had some photos that were exceptionally and just for him. Some of them were flashes of your body in those little and pretty bikinis you always wore in the warm summers, some other of your naked body âfacing away from the door of your bathroomâ when you changed, you eating ice cream with cheeks, lips and tongue stained in the vanilla treat, some of you sleeping, some others of the panties and little skirts that youâd wear. He even had one of you resting asleep on his lap, lips parted and against his hard cock. He saved some of them on his wallet in case he ever had to take care of a boner when he hung out with you.
He was in love with you. Sickly in love. Sickly enough to take some of those photos of yours and cut out your face just to tape them to his porn magazines. Some of the pages had even stuck together due to his cum.
And you were just so unbelievably oblivious of his infatuation that you always left the window to your room unlocked in case he ever wanted to sneak in in the middle of the night to stay with you if he ever felt lonely in his empty house. At first, before his infatuation appeared, he would sneak in from time to time when the loneliness became too strong for him to handle, cuddling with you and leaving first hour in the morning. Now? Now he snuck in almost every goddamn night. To cuddle, to watch you sleep, to be able to hold you close and even to take advantage of your heavy slumber. He had licked his cum out of your fingers when he had used your hand to masturbate, having to hold in his moans and whimpers. Other nights, he would get under your covers and part your thighs just to push his head in between them, face against your clothed cunt as his hips buckled against the duvet, tongue flattening against your heat and moaning when your thighs would unconsciously squish his head.
He loved it when you played with his hair, groaning when youâd pull from it when heâd tickle you, and laughing when youâd scream at him for using your good conditioner after a pool day. He was obsessed with your little lotions and expensive shampoos, using them as lube to fuck his hand while he showered in your house, using then his cum to fill the tubes, evening out the difference.
He would steal food from you in the cafeteria, using your own fork or spoons just to be able to have your spit in his mouth. Youâd always whine about it, but he never stopped, so you eventually stopped caring, giving him full access to it when you were full.
Spencer considered himself to be a man with clear tastes when it came to sexual preferences. He would love to fuck you to his liking, to sink you into submission and to get you to call him daddy. He thought of himself as a dominant kind of person rather than a submissive one, but that changed when in one of his numerous wet dreams it was you the one who choked him and fucked him, using him like youâd use a fucking toy. He had woke up with a raging orgasm as from his lips fell the word âmommyâ.
Was he a pervert? Absolutely. Would he ever speak up about his feelings for you? Absolutely not.
Heâd prefer to die with a boner than ever telling you he loved you. He was just terrified of the thought of you pushing him away or ever hurting your friendship.
So after a day full of what he thought of âteasingâ, since it always involved you dressing in one of those incredibly short skirts or staring at him for too long as you sucked on one of the lollipops that he always bought you, he would come to his house and enter his room with a full tent in between his thighs. He would pull out of the back of his closet his fleshlight and spray one of his pillows with those little bottles of your perfume that came as gifts with the bigger version just to bend his other one and push the fleshlight in it, fully lubed and ready for his cock to fuck into, just like that pretty pussy of yours. And thatâs what heâd do, fuck his stupid little toy with his face fully buried on the perfumed one as he imagined you under him, ass up and chest pushed against his bedsheets. His pace was needy, harsh and deep, from his mouth, dirty talking spilling. âYeah, take my cock you slut, fucking take it.â âThatâs a good girl for daddy.â Those were always the best orgasms, making him fill the toy to the brim when he couldnât found himself to stop. Too pussy drunk even when it wasnât your pussy what he fucked in between whimpers.
He sometimes would leave his houseâs and bedroom door open with the dream of you someday catching him red handed.
But they were all just dreams, they werenât supposed to fucking happen in real life. Yet, there he was, and so were you.
That day he had come with a really painful bonner in between his thighs. Youâd been sitting on his lap for a whole goddamn hour since your classmates from class B had borrowed most of your chairs to hang prom signals, leaving you without a place to sit and using your best friend as a chair. The problem was not only that, it was the fact that youâd be adjusting every five minutes and the fact that he had found himself being completely ignored by you as you talked with your best friends, laughing with them and jumping on his lap when the jokes were too good. Well, he was not being completely ignored, since one of your hands, had found his hair and slowly massaged his scalp, every now and then pulling at his hair when you played with his locks, his hands trembling on your thighs âwhich spread sideways across from his â thumbs circling your soft skin.
The fact that you were using him. The fact that he felt used by you and only you, was what had him gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to buckle against your ass. But Spencer was a good boy, so he just stood sit and went through that delirious torture with not a word coming out of his mouth. He felt like breathing once again when you got up from his lap when the bell rang, notifying the students that the day had ended, but still choking when he no longer could smell your cologne or felt you flush against him.
âFuckâŠâ he whimpered when he plopped on his bed, his palm pushing hardly against his pulsing and leaking cock, precum staining his jeans and underwear. He had pulled out from his closet his fleshlight, since he felt that his hand would not be enough today. He had to fuck himself. âPlease, fuck me, pleaseâŠâ he was a babbling mess when his tip pushed inside the lubed toy. âUse my cock, baby⊠Use meâŠâ he found himself whimpering at his mind scenario, in which you would ride him relentlessly, his dick reaching deep enough to hit that sweet spot that youâd torture to make yourself cum all over his cock. âFuck, mommy, fuck, feels so good⊠Ah, faster.â he was a babbling mess, his hips rutting upwards against his hand movements to fuck his cock deeper in his toy.
âSpence!!!â you had called from downstairs as you opened his unlocked front door. Spencer always left it that way for you to come and go as you pleased. You were smiling, in between your hands a copy of a book he had been dying to read for months and for which he had cried after finding out that it had been sold out. After seeing just how badly he wanted it, you had been fighting with sharp nails to get a hold on one of the limited edition copies that had gone on sale in the cityâs center, where you had rushed just as classes finished and where you had killed your savings in the dib. âI have a surprise for you!!â you chanted, locking the door behind you and jumping excitedly, frowning when you didnât hear and answer from him. âSpencer?â you called out again, the soft sound of his voice reaching you from upstairs. You took off your shoes, a smirk growing on your lips when the idea of giving him a scare came to mind. Up the staircase, you were like a ghost, slowly approaching his room and mumbling, though you froze when a moan got to your ears. Your skin went pale and your cheeks heated up when needy whimpers followed up right after, as if all the blood under your skin had ended up pooling there.
âFuck, just like that. Faster, pleaseâŠâ was he with someone? Your chest heaved at the thought of Spencer fucking with some random girl that wasnât you. Youâve liked him for years on end, since the first time that he held you as you cried your heart out after your first breakup. But he never seemed to look at you in any other way that wasnât friendly, so, at the end, âbeing too scared to speak up about your feelings in fear that it would break your friendshipâ you had decided to bury them as deep as you could inside you, believing that he had to be just what he was; your best friend.
Even though you knew it was wrong, you slowly approached his slightly open door, peeking in in need to see who was he fucking, promising yourself that youâd leave once youâve taken a glance. But all that went to hell when you found out he was not fucking anyone but himself, back against the mattress, bare chest rising and lowering slowly as his hips fucked upwards, inside his clear flesh light. Your eyes widened and your legs trembled when from his lips new groans and moans fell. Spencer was fucking touching himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck⊠You needed to get away from there. Yeah, thatâs what youâd do. Youâd go back to your house and forget all about it⊠Or thatâs what you thought, instead finding your feet glued to the floor as you watched.
He looked so hot and pretty all needy⊠Eyes closed shut and mouth agape in gasps, glasses crooked, eyebrows pushed together as his head fell back against his pillow, hair messy all over it. His hand was slow, pushing the toy down on his cock in deep and harsh strokes. You could almost perfectly see his long and thick dick, his thrusts making the lubeâs wet sounds fill the room. âAh, fuckâŠâ his voice was low and so broken you felt your panties damp in your slick, you were so turned on that your free hand cupped your cunt, making you almost moan if you hadnât bit down on your bottom lip.
Your fingers had started to push against the lace of your panties underneath your plaid skirt, freezing on your clit when a new babble came from inside the room and your best friendâs lips. âFuck, y/nâŠ, mommyâŠ, please, fuck, fuck, fuckâŠâ your eyes widened, not only becauseâŠ, fuck, Spencer was fucking that goddamn fleshlight with you in mind doing so, but because he had called you mommy too. Surprisingly enough that only turned you on even more, a needy moan tearing your throat before you could push it down to your chest. Spencerâs movements stopped, his gaze moving to his opening door just to see you standing there, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and book in hand.
He quickly pushed away the toy, cursing under his breath when he sat up, a pillow hiding his hard and leaking cock, which was twitching at the sight of your trembling legs. âFuck, y/n, IâŠâ he didnât even know what to say. You had caught him, caught him fucking himself with his goddamn fleshlight, and even worse, caught him moaning your name. He felt sick to the stomach, but at the same, so turned on too. You had caught him⊠Finally. And who knows how much time you had been listening and peeking at him while he pleasured himself. He had to hold back a whimper at the thought of it. âHow much did you hear?â he cursed when you didnât answer, cheeks reddening and cock twitching under the pillow, leaking against his thigh.
âMommy.â you said, making his head snap back to you, a frown on his face, eyes widening when you let the book fall from your hands as you stepped in, closer to his bed.
âWâŠWhat?â fuck.
â âMommyâ. Thatâs what you called me.â you smirked, eyes falling to his lap when he pushed the pillow further down. âWho would think that Spencer, the Genius Spencer Reid, would be so goddamn dirty to even leave the door unlocked for anyone to see as he fucks himself. And even worse, have a mommy kink.â he stuttered as he shook his head.
âItâs not what it seems like, IâŠâ
âYou what?â you pushed, thumb and index gripping his chin so his eyes would find yours. âAre you gonna deny that you were touching yourself while thinking about me? That you were calling me mommy and whimpering for me to fuck you faster?â he moaned at your words, half-lidded eyes full of lust staring at your full and rosy lips. âMmh? Answer me.â you ordered and he whimpered, your pussy clenching when he shook his head and cried out a ânoâ. â âNoâ what?â your lips brushed against his, teasing him to get out of him what you wanted.
âNo, mommy.â you pulled his hair when he tried to kiss you, making him groan against your lips as you clicked your tongue. âPleaseâŠâ he pleaded, hands rocking the pillow on his lap.
âOnly good boys get a kiss, Spence.â
âIâm a good boyâŠâ he was so gone that you almost laughed, so needy for pussyâŠ
âOh yeah?â he nodded, his tongue dampening his lips, hips thrusting upwards towards the pillow that covered his naked body. âThe why donât you show me?â he shivered when your lips latched to his neck, your tongue pressing against his skin in open mouth kisses that led to his ear. âWhy donât you show me how good you are and let me watch you fuck that pretty toy of yours, hm?â he moaned, muttering a âfuckâ as he nodded, making you smirk. âThen go ahead, baby, let me see.â you pulled away as he pushed the pillow off his lap, dick twitching below a pool of precum that dripped from his tip.
In the state he was⊠He would do anything for you. He would even fuck himself stupid if you said the word. Anything you asked, anything you wanted. Anything for you.
He moaned when you sat down on his deskâs chair, skirt rolling up and letting more of your soft and beautiful thighs show. His hands were shaking when his fingers gripped around the clear silicone or his toy, whimpering when he noticed your eyes on his twitching dick.
You had seen dicks before, but none of them was as beautiful as Spencerâs. It was big, with a great large and just the perfect girth, large and thick enough to have you limping for a few days after a good fuck. And you knew he could give it to you, that he would fuck your hard and needy, deep enough to have you drooling over yourself as you came over and over again. You would love to drool and choke on it too, outline the veins on his shaft with your tongue and take him so deep on your throat youâd need to swallow when he came in your mouth. âAw, poor SpenceâŠâ you cooed at his twitching cock, red tip and tight balls. âCaught about to cum. It must really hurt, doesnât it baby?â he nodded, tears on his eyes due to your teasing, chest rising in heavy breaths. âAre you gonna cum on that cup for me to drink, hm? Want me to drink your cum, Spencer?â he moaned a breathy gasp, and you smirked to his reaction. He liked that.
Dirty talking. Mommy kink. Praise kink. Notes taken.
âYes, yes, yesâŠâ he muttered, almost begging for it. The thought of you swallowing his cum making him go crazy. He whined when his leaking tip brushed against the artificial hole, his lip being tortured by his teeth when you parted your thighs, panties exposed and damped lace for him to see. âFuckâŠâ he cursed, bottoming out into the wetness of the fleshlight in a deep and large stroke, almost cumming at the sight. âFuck, fuck, fuck.â your hands came down your body, your left resting on your breastsâ hard nipples pushing against your shirt, which you pulled and pinched in between your fingersâ and your right sneaking in between your thighs and below your underwear, whining when you felt just how wet you were. âShit, y/n.â
His dick was twitching like crazy with every new and fast thrust of his hips, pleads falling of his lips. âI need you. Need you so badâŠâ âPlease mommyâŠâ âIâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cumâŠâ
âOh yeah? You gonna cum?â You clicked your tongue when he nodded, chuckling at his behavior. âLook at how pathetic you look.â he whimpered when you had made your way back to his side, standing in front of him and making his head fall backwards when you harshly pulled on his hair, making his hips stutter and breathy whines rip his throat. âHold it. I havenât even told you where to cum yet.â he cried when you pushed down your thighs your panties. âFuck, you are too fucking loud.â you said and he had to squeeze his dick to not come when you pushed your damped panties into his mouth, slicked crotch flat against his tongue. His muffled begging only made your pussy wetter, his eyes full of tears that seemed about to fall when he could take a taste on just how sweet you were. He choked on the lace when you startled his legs. His eyes fell just as your free hand did, straight to your core, where your fingers dug on your wet folds and parted them for him to see thin strips of slick connect them and just how swollen your little pink bud was, hidden under its hood. âHere. Cum on my pussy.â you said, leaning on the skin of his neck to suck a hard hickey on his flesh.
You didnât even had to say it twice, his hand quickly throwing away the fleshlight to cum all over your folds and clit, muffled groans and moans filling the room when his white and heavy gropes painted your core in white, his mind all foggy and pussy drunk just by the simple contact of your cunt on his tip. You hummed as you stroked his hair, open mouth kisses being splattered across his chest. He was still fucking hard. âGood boyâŠâ you cooed, loving just how fucked out he seemed, moaning when you sat on his cock, his length in between your wet folds and his tip bumping against your clit.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâŠ.â he cried out with your panties on his mouth when you rocked your hips against his. Thatâs all it took for him to cum for a second time, right after his first orgasm.
You moaned, feeling his dick twitch and nails dig on your ass, your pussy sliding too easy due to the amount of his cum that coated it. âYou came again, baby?â he nodded, his cock quickly getting hard again to your humping. âFuck, SpencerâŠâ you pulled your panties away from his mouth, wanting to hear his groans. âLook at you, making a mess of my cunt.â
âFuck, y/nâŠâ your name sounded so wonderful falling from his lips⊠âPlease, can I⊠Can I clean it for you? Let me clean it for you, pleasepleaseplease. Iâll make you feel good, I promise, Iâll be goodâŠâ you pulled his bottom lip with your thumb, warm skin under your fingertips. âI promise. I promise mommyâŠâ your thumb brushed your own lips when he leaned in, pupils blown and need on his hazel thin irises. He looked high. And he was, high on his favorite drug: you.
You nodded, giving in, and gasped when he had your back pressed against the mattress in just a matter of seconds, lips all over the skin of your neck and exposed collarbones, his hands leaving your hips to bump against the bottom of your tank top, fingers so desperate to see your tits that dug too hard on the piece of clothing enough to tear it up. You moaned when you felt the fabric give out, his hands cupping your exposed breast and biting hickeys on its flesh in between groans, muttering a âThe prettiest tits Iâve ever seen, fuck.â. You were tugging on his hair as he played with your tits, biting your nipples and teasing you for a couple of minutes before slowly lowering his lips further down on your stomach, bumping with your skirt, which he quickly discarded it away on his bedroom floor. He pulled away to look to your fully naked body, hair messily spread on his pillow âthe same he had fucked multiple times while thinking about youâ, lips swollen due to constant biting, half-lidded eyes and flushed skin. He moaned, dick twitching, âcause you were so goddamn perfect. Perfect for him.
He didnât waste time in parting your thighs âwhich he took his time with, and of course he would, he had been dreaming about making them bleed for years nowâ, leaving open mouth kisses and sucking hard on the skin, making you whimper and tug on his hair. âSpencerâŠâ you whined when he bit down on your flesh, making your back arch at the incredible pleasure the pain inflicted made you feel. He was so drunk on your skin⊠He could spend his whole life kissing it that he would never get fucking tired of it. But his teasing was making your pussy clench and tingle. You needed his mouth on it now. And he seemed to get it when you pushed him further against it, his hands taking your now fully marked thighs to pull them above his shoulders as he sunk on the mattress, stomach flat against it and fingers gripping at your flesh. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his tongue pushed in between your covered in cum folds, flattening in a long strip and bumping against your clit. Both of you moaned, him due to just how much he had dreamed about the taste of your pussy âwhich he had tasted before, but only clothedâ and you to how many times you had touched yourself with his mouth in mind. His name falling off your lips on a whimper had his hips rocking against the duvet as he ate you out sweet and slow.
It was only when his fingers found their way to your entrance that he started to eat you just like you needed and he always dreamed of: rough, needy and hungry. You were screaming his name when his fingers pushed inside you, quickly fucking the shit out of you and curving to hit your g spot as his tongue circled your clit. Spencer knew how to use it, really well. So well that he had you tipping the edge in less than ten minutes. He was like a starved man, burying his face in between your thighs unable to get enough of you and your sweet taste, of the mix of the two of you in his tongue. âFuck, Spencer, IâŠâ you babbled, thighs twitching as you pulled harder on his hair. He knew you were close by how moans fell of those pretty lips of yours over and over again. âIâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cumâŠâ you cried out, Spencer crushing your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his fingers.
He moaned, begging for it. âPlease cum on my mouth, mommy. Please, let me have it, please mommy, pleaseâŠâ you whined when his tongue gave just one last stroke to your clit, dissolving in the hardest orgasm youâve ever had, whimpers against your cunt as Spencer drank every last drop of it all, helping you ride out your orgasm as your sweet moans filled his bedroom.
You mewled when once youâve come down from your high, his tongue licking you clean as hips rutted on his wet sheets, seconds away from coming when you called from him. He whimpered when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away from your pussy as you sat up. He looked completely gone. Half-lidded eyes unfocused, messy hair due to your tugging, swollen lips and wet chin. âPlease, just a little bit more, mommyâŠâ he begged, needing to go back in between your thighs. Needing to taste you and make you cum again on his mouth. âPlease, I need itâŠâ your eyes fell to his twitching and leaking cock, and then, to the dampness of the sheets where he had been rocking against. You clicked your tongue as you took him in your hand, making him gasp.
âIâll let you choose where to cum next, Spencer.â you said, your other hand coming to his cheek to rub the flush on his skin. âI could let you eat me out again and let you cum all over the sheets all by yourselfâŠâ his balls tightened to the thought of it, feeling cold when the hand that cupped his face left him to fall in between your thighs, spreading you open for him to see. âOr you could cum inside of me.â his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips thrusting into your hand in anticipation. âWhat do you say, Spence? Where do you want to cum, baby?â he was almost hyperventilating, whimpers falling of his lips as he leaned on you, eyes on your own.
âInside.â he found himself to mutter, unable to think, not when you were offering him the chance to fuck you raw and fill you up. Just the thought of it had him reeling.
âOh yeah?â you whispered against his lips, him nodding slightly, bewitched by your minty breath connecting with his own. âYou wanna cum inside, hm? Gonna let me use your cock too?â you gave him a sweet smile when he moaned, furiously nodding. Leaving a little peck on the corner of his mouth, you fell backwards on your back once again. âThen come here, Spence.â he was fast to top you, your thighs parting to receive him there, hands on his neck when he leaned in, eyes asking for permission to kiss you, which he didnât even need since you were now entering your tongue in his mouth, making him groan. Fuck, he could come just with that. With your tongue on his mouth, your body against him and the thought that you were only letting him fuck you to seek your own release. He moaned on your open mouth when you took his dick to align it with your entrance, which twitched at the feeling of his tip. You needed him, and you needed him now. âFuck, baby, please fuck me Spencer, please, pleaseâŠâ you whimpered, and he didnât wait to push inside in a deep and fast stroke. You both moaned, foreheads against the otherâs as he bottomed out.
âFuck, so tight, mommy, so tight⊠Shit. Iâm gonna cum.â your head had fallen backwards in gasps, giving him full access to your neck, which he kissed and sucked, leaving new marks. He was so big you felt like splitting in half, but not in a painful way. His stretch had you delirious, his tip brushing against that sweet spot that would make you come in a matter of seconds. Your nails dug on the skin of his back, making him groan. The two of you were taking your time, him getting used to the feeling of your tight and warm walls trying to milk his twitching dick and you to the feeling of his heavy and big cock sitting inside your wet cunt, spreading you to edges youâd only dreamed of getting to. He groaned against your neck when you started to unconsciously rock against him. âPlease y/n, can I fuck you now? Let me fuck you mommy, please? I need to⊠I need toâŠâ
âGo ahead, baby. Be a good boy for me and let me use your cock, alright?â he whimpered at your words, and in less than one second he had you gripping to his back for dear life and losing yourself in between moans. âOh fuck, yeah Spencer, just like that baby, shit, fuck me, fuck meâŠâ
He was just feral. Thrusting in you with just cumming in mind. His hips were pushing against yours in a hurry, hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering as you thrusted yourself on his cock, just as desperate as him. He was too pussy drunk to even kiss you straight, spit dripping down your chin at the messy made out. âFuck, y/n, mommy, shit, so good, feels so good, fuck, I love it, love your pussy, ah shit, love you mommy, loveyouloveyouloveyouâŠâ he was a mess. Both of you were. His thrusts had you drooling on the pillow, back arched and eyes squeezed shut, too lost in the pleasure, in him. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release with every new deep and harsh thrust, making your nails dig up on his back, probably leaving marks.
âFuck, Spencer, fuck, Iâm close, shit, Iâm gonna cumâŠâ you whimpered on his ear, making him fuck you harder.
âCum on my cock, mommy, please, please⊠Use me. Use meâŠâ he begged, and then you could only feel yourself cumming over and over again. It was all too much, but too good at the same time. So good that had your soaked cunt gushing all over his dick as he fucked you dumb, his hands pulling on your nipples and teeth digging so hard on your neck that draw blood. You were seeing fucking stars in the ceiling.
The only thing that you seemed able to coherently form was his name, which you chanted like you sang your favorite summer song. âSpencer, Spencer, SpencerâŠâ
âShit, Imma cum, Iâm cumming so fucking hard⊠Gonna fill your pussy mommy, gonnaâŠ, fuck!â his thrusts became sloppier. âIm gonna cum, iâmcummingiâmcummingiâmcumming.âhips thrusted one, two, three more times before his dick twitched inside of you, filling you so full you choked on air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when some of it spilled out. He was whimpering âmommyâ over and over again in between cries against your neck, thick gropes of cum painting your insides in the purest white.
âShit, fuck, Spencer. So goodâŠâ you moaned, rolling your hips at the feeling of fullness. You were fucked out, brain dead on the cock that had just gave the best sex of your life. You were trying really hard to come down from your high and calm down your breathing. âSpencer!â Though you really couldnât even do that, since you found your head being hardly pushed against his pillows and back arched with your chest against the duvet when he pulled you up from your ass, his newly hard cock ramming inside of your full of cum pussy. You cried out when his hand came down on one of your cheeks in a hard spank that had you whimpering.
âYou didnât think I was done with you, were you, âmommyâ?â you could hear the teasing in his voice. âIâm sure you really enjoyed having your way with me, didnât you?â you couldnât really comprehend how his mentality had switched so drastically fast, but you were no one to whine about it. If a submissive Spencer had you cumming so hard on his cock, how would a dominant fuck you out? You felt your pussy clench around his dick in anticipation. âWell, I hope you did, âcause now is my fucking turn.â
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sukuna never says âi love you.â
to him, the words are meaningless. heâs been alive for thousands and thousands of years, of course he knows what it means. heâs not stupid, but for some reasonâevery time it comes out of your little human mouth, his heart aches. you say it so sweetly with the cheekiest grin on your face, not a single care in the world. he hated it. three words, eight letters of pure rubbish. at least, thatâs what he thinks to himself. for sukuna, he expresses his love in a different way.
physical touch. flicking your forehead, teasing you, saying things heâd never say to you while you were awake. that was his version of love, he didnât need those stupid, stupid words. or did he?
âlove you, âkuna,â youâd pepper another kiss against his cheek. he tchs, the audacity for you to do something so embarrassing. he never says it back but you know deep down heâs got to feel at least something in that cold heart of his. he just has to, after all you did steal his heart in a way. and he stole yours. your eyes always had a glinting sparkle whenever those words would come out and he hated it. his response to you saying you loved him would always be the same.
âyeah yeah,â he gruffs. or a simple, âi know..â
butâ thereâd be a time where heâd regret not saying it back. a cold, cruel time where itâs just you and him, no one else. except, it would really just be him.
sukuna had a hard time at expression his feelings. itâs not like he hated youâdespite his rough, barbarous persona.
he didnât hate you but he did. it was complicated. it was a struggle trying to put it into words. all he knew was that he loathed how soft you made him, he noticed his behavior would change around you overtime. sukunaâs voice was get more gentle, his shoulders would relax, and heâd always finding himself flicking your forehead for some strange reason. itâs annoying,
youâre annoying.
the feeling was love though, it had to be.
had to be,
so the moment comes where he regrets not saying it back.
itâs something heâd continuously beat himself up over for. because now, here you are, laid all out near the ground in his arms. all four of his arms held you in a tight, cradling embrace and heâs got an expression you donât think youâve ever seen before. sukunaâs scarlet red irises were blown and fearfully dilated. his thin nostrils flared up and his slit brows contort in panic and confusion.
sukuna ryomen was scared.
âbrat. get up.â he murmurs, three simple words was all he said to you. three simple words but you could barely even hear them.
all you heard was a brief inaudible mumble. you saw his lips moving but barely any sound came out. your body felt crushed, the pain was excruciating. your limbs, they felt like they were on fire. getting up was the last thing on your mind and youâve probably sone the most careless thing imaginable.
you took a hit for sukuna, a deadly hit that was powerful enough to cost you your life. itâs funny thoughâall the talk of seeing your life flash before your eyes, and now, being snatched into the inevitable end, you were starting to really see it.
âget up,â he repeats, and this time, a single tear falls right onto your cheek. you meet sukunaâs gaze. the king of curses was a mere mess right before your eyes. he was like this for just you. teary eyed and sniffling, he canât stand this pain.
youâre being held in his lap and not once does his eyes leave yours. sukuna takes a while to speak again and itâs as if heâs carefully thinking of what to say. time was precious right now, but he didnât wanna think about anything. his focus was solely on you, his favorite little human.
âcan you hear me? say something.â
âyou .. youâre gonna get wrinkles if you keep frowning too much, âkuna.â you hum, a weak finger stroking against his cheek.
archons, for whatever reason, that little comment brought a smile to his face. you were so annoying to him and yet, he wouldnât wanna be in anyone elseâs presence. everything hurt though,
your body felt scorchingly hot, your pulse remains to ring through your ears and you were wheezing a bit. âhey, hey,â he watches as you try to cling onto his hand. sukuna didnât know what to do, he didnât know what to say - all he did do though, was hold you. it was the least thing he could do. your hand was so small compared to his, his long fingernails gently tickling against your skin.
he didnât have it in him to scold you for trying to protect him. as fragile of a being you knew you were, you did it anyway. you risked your life for him. sukuna let his guard down and you jumped right in the way without a second thought for yourself. thatâs what love was, his heart bleeds at the recent flashback before a shaky breath leaves his lips. âthis wasnât supposed to happen. you canât leave me like this, please.â
âiâm not l- leaving.â you reply, your voice weak and frail. sukuna knew that was a lie. the more you stared at him, how the look of worry on his face paints and marinates his features, he was really scared. you were his everything, his breath of fresh air, maybe even his one true love. ânever gonna leave you, sukuna.â
and sukuna lays there with you on his lap. you seem still - too still. right before his eyes, he watches as your bodyâs temp run cold, final breaths making its introduction. everything was going so fast. he barely had time to react before he realized,
you were gone.
âno,â he whispers under his breath. the demon was at a loss of words. the feeling in his chest, it was indescribable. painful, and tight as he watches the light leave your eyes, something within him leaves also. a part of him. you were drifting away and there was nothing he could do about it. âno.â he repeats against, feeling a dull ache run cold through his body. sukuna didnât know what to do. heâs seeing red, but perhaps that wasnât just bloodshed and anger. maybe, maybe it was the one true feeling he was denying all along,
love.
his breaths become heavy once he realizes youâre actually gone. no movement, no cheeky replies, no random âi love you âkunaâs,â no nothing. the tear in his heart was enough to make him see the light with you. it hurt horribly, a lump in his throat builds up before he starts to weep. one tear comes then multiple shortly follow, landing past the thin fabric of his sown kimono and onto your lifeless body.
sukuna hated you. he hated how you made him so soft, so vulnerable, so weak. you came into sukunaâs life, stole his heart, and also broke it.
as his eye twitches, his smile had already faded once you left him.
for the first time in centuries, sukuna was defeated. his enemy wasnât a sorcerer, a curse, or even himself who he believed was his true worse enemy. sukuna ryomen was defeated by four simple letters, love. not only did you leave him in tears, but you also left him with an engagement ring inside his right palm.
he was far too late, he was gonna propose to you. that way, heâd build up the courage to say those stupid, stupid words. opening up his right hand, he stares at the ring he wanted to give you way earlier before this incident even happened. sukuna waited too long, heâd actually plan this for quite some time but again, he was scared.
with a defeated sigh, he surrenders, glancing at you for one last time. no smile on your face anymore but he just used his imagination. there you laid, peaceful, almost as if you were asleep. taking a deep breath, sukuna gives you his last gentle forehead flick before finally telling you the words heâs been longing to say for years.
âi ⊠i love you too, brat. never leavinâ you either.â
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ⯠the jjk men n how they treat you after sâŁx. - submitted by anon.
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đđđ đŹ ⯠nanami x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, gojo x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, aftercare, brief mentions of smut (mdni), unprotected sâŁx, creampâŁes, fluff, established relationship, rough sâŁx, reader referred to as (baby, doll, sweetheart.)
ââââăàŹ đđđđđđ đđđđđ - second thoughtsâŠ
Nanami is always considerate of you. And heâs considerate of your preferencesâpreferably the things you enjoy most in bed. So, when you tell him you want it rough, albeit a little hesitant, heâs right on it. And he gives it to you good. Plowing you so hard, fucking you so good the bed starts to rock back and forth with the weight of his thrusts. The headboard bangs against the wall in tandem with your wanton screams and moans of more, the same sounds that keep him rooted deep inside you.
Nanami gives it to you almost too goodâto the point that, by the time heâs done with you, leaving your cunt a creampied-mess, youâre shaking and your chestâs heaving for the breath heâs so greedily robbed you of.
With a fondness in his eyes, Nanami wipes your tear-stained cheek with his thumb. âYou okay, sweetheart?â
You nod, attempting to ease the trembling of your lipsâto no avail, considering every part of your body is quivering at this point. Your head turns and you look away in embarrassmentâyou canât possibly be the one in such a state after asking him to be rough with you.
Nanami smiles at this and places his pointer under your chin, turning your head back in his direction with his finger. âTell me youâre fine.â
You nod again, finding yourself unable to talk. âWith words, my love. I need words.â
âI-iâm fine, Ken. Promise.â
âYouâre still shaking,â his voiceâs a whisper now, breath fanning past your neck from his proximity. âTell me I wasnât too rough, please.â
âKentoâitâs fine. You were perfect.â you reassure, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down, planting a quick yet searing kiss to his lips. âI just feel a little gross thatâs all.â
After those words Nanami, being the perfect husband that he is, hurries over to fix you a nice, warm bath. And, per your request, he steps in too, and you both end the night basking in each otherâs warmth in soft light and vanilla scented bubbles.
ââââăàŹ đđđđ đđđđđđ - Iâm doin my best!
Satoruâs always up for a rough session with you. The way you sound, the way you feel, the way you try and fail to escape from his thrustsâhe loves it all. Especially when youâre crying and telling him how good heâs making you feel in both broken sentences and inhales for breath, scratching your manicured nails down his back in a pleasurable burn while doing so. The sight of your fucked-out face alone is enough to have him ready to make you bear his child, and your pussyâoh, donât even get him started.
Satoru would go to hell and back for a mere second inside your warm, tight cunt.
And, saying that, he mightâve just went a bit too farâtoo rough this time. Because, as he finishes up inside you, spurting his hot seed deep into your wombâhe wasnât kidding about making you have his childâyouâre shaking more than usual.
His brows furrow in slight concern, and his big hands caress all over your body as if asking if youâre okay.
âBaby?â
âH-hm?â
His lips slide against the skin of your shoulders. âYou good?â
You open your eyes and give him a lookâclosing them again because doing anything makes your body feel even more sore. âYeah, iâm fine. Just shaking because you went too soft.â
Satoru, on the other hand, doesnât catch your sarcasm, and heâs about ready to get hard again when you flash him another look and slap his hand away.
âSatoru.â you heave, now trying to pull him closer. âI canât even move. Do something.â
At that, heâs hurrying over to the bathroom and getting a washcloth, dampening it and scurrying back to you. Satoruâs surprisingly intent on cleaning you, more focused on tidying you up than your pussy which is just a mere inch away from his faceâsurprisingly not him at all.
Afterwards heâs tending to your every need, assuring you that thereâs no need to feel âgrossâ every time you say so.
Satoru Gojo really tries his best with aftercare.
ââââăàŹ đđđđ đ
đđđđđđđđ - âKay, on it!
Well, Toji is nearly almost always rough with you in bed. Thereâs just something about it that he canât get out of his system. And he even feels like sometimes his bodyâs really doing it out of habitâmaybe even instinctively.
But, perhaps it may not have been that same instinct that drove him this particular timeâand with the way youâre quivering more than usual, Toji thinks so too.
Then again, he just canât stop himself from being too rough on you when you look so helplessly up at him when heâs plowing your lilâ pussy, and especially not when your moans fuel him on so much to the point where he has to hold you down so you donât try and squirm away from his ruthless thrusts.
Wiping your cheek with the back of your hand, you hiccup. Toji raises an eyebrow as he gazes down at you, wondering what he should doâyouâve never shook this much.
And he would be concerned but, thereâs a sadistic part of him thatâs secretly enjoying the sight knowing heâs the one to have you like this.
âT-toji.â
âHm? Yeah, doll?â
âCan you get me some water, please?â
Before you can even blink heâs back with a refrigerated bottle of water, cold just to your liking. You smile, thanking him and gulping down the liquid, placing a kiss of gratitude to his lips afterwards.
âToji..â
âYes?â
âCan you, uhm, clean me..?â
A smile finds it way to his lips. Toji finds it cute how youâre hesitant to ask him such a question.
After some minutes heâs back with a damp cloth to wipe you with, though thatâs not all. Heâs carrying you bridal style to a warm bath waiting just for you, placing you in carefully as if youâre made of porcelain.
You kiss him again, stroking his forearm lovingly.
âCan you order us some takeout too?â
âOn it.â
ââââăàŹ đđđđđ đđđđ - uh, where do i start?
Initially, Chosoâs very nervous about going rough with you. His palms are sweaty, his eyebrows are furrowed together in a tight knit and heâs asking if you really want him to. He simply wants to make sure that youâre not acting on impulseâbecause, as soft as he may seem, he can really give it to you.
And he doesâhard. Albeit, maybe too hard. Heâs never gone so rough to the point where you shook after sex, and that was Chosoâs first worry.
He expected you to at least calm down after a bit of time but your body kept continuously quivering.
Thatâs when Choso begins to scold himself. Maybe if he wasnât so addicted to your body, your pussy, the noises he discovers you make when heâs harsh with you, then maybe youâd be alright.
But there was no denying that he was hooked on everything about you.
âCho..think i need a massage.â you groan, falling back onto the bed after a failed attempt at getting up. âmy backâs so sore.â
âI-iâm sorry, baby, Iââ
You cut him off with a kiss; one that diminishes his every worry and gives him reassurance. âItâs fine.â
âYou sure?â
Nodding, you turn around onto your stomach, hissing at the pain in your limbsâhe had really stretched you to your limit tonight. âYeah, just, massage please.â
With a hum of acknowledgment, Choso begins to rub your back, his big hands working at the knots in your shoulders, and he smiles with every sigh of relief that leaves your lips.
By the time heâs done, youâre just about ready to have him fuck you again with the way that heâs touching you so sensuallyâbut the gross, sticky feeling between your legs cancels out that thought.
But a pleased sigh leaves your lipsâyou have the perfect boyfriend and idea to get rid of that.
âCho, baby, letâs shower.â
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How about monsterfcking with Neuvillette? Him in his dragon form pounding and breeding reader's pussy until his cum leaks out and when Neuvillette saw his cum leaking out he tries to push it back in using his thick fingers but it just won't stay inside, a lot of his cum wasted so he fucked Reader full again with a new batch of cum and cockwarmed him after their down<3
(What if after they have sex, Neuvillette carries Reader to the bathroom to clean both of them and Neuvillette still inside of Reader but ended up fucking when Neuvillette and Reader are inside of the bathtub)
Sorry if my grammar is wrong! English is my third language hehe and I'm still learning
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warnings: afab reader, breeding, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, tummy bulge, size kink, mosterfucking
// note: no worries anon I could understand perfectly <3 thank you for the request this was fun
he's bigger than you even in his more human form, but like this, arms and legs covered in light blue scales, thick horns crowning his head, he's just. huge. straight up huge. he has you in a mating press and your face can barely reach his pecs, your legs can't even hook on his shoulders, they're ramrod straight as he grips your ankles in his big hands.
his cock is a really tight fit too... your pussy is stretched to the limit as he pounds into you, leaving you gaping each time he pulls out before slamming back inside with full force. now you can really understand why he decided to fuck you on the floor this time, putting down soft blankets and pillows so that you'd still be comfortable, but simply refusing to do it on the bed: he would have destroyed it in minutes, his strength and stamina in his half dragon form is insane!
when he finally cums inside you, when you're well on your way to a fourth orgasm, you think maybe he'll calm down a little but nope... he just changes tactics, never pulling out completely again, bc he doesn't want his cum to leak out of you :(
he keeps fucking you with really shallow thrusts, just as fast as he did previously, praising and encouraging you to just hold on for "a little longer" bc he needs to cum again, to claim you fully and stuff your cute little pussy to the brim :(
your eyes are tearing up a lil by then, but it feels so good that you can't find it in you to complain... so you let him pump you full one, twice more, until you hear him grumble and mutter something under his breath, until his huge fingers replace his monstrous cock, trying to fuck the cum back inside you. "what a waste" he complains. in his lustful haze he doesn't understand that your pussy is way too small to hold on to all that cum, so the only solution he can find is to fuck you again...
except this time, after pounding into you so so roughly, making you squirt on his cock for who knows how many times, he doesn't pull out after cumming... he just makes you cockwarm him, thinking that there's no way it'll leak out if he keeps your pussy sealed off like that!
it's hours before he allows you to move, but he still doesn't let you go, carrying you to the bathroom with his rock hard cock still buried snugly against your cervix, an evident bulge in your tummy. he summons enough warm water to fill the tub before lowering the both of you inside, effectively making you straddle his hips as the new position allows his cock to reach even deeper inside your womb.
it'd be relaxing, the warm water soothing your sore muscles, if he didn't grab you by the hips to move you back and forth on his cock :/ he uses you like a fleshlight, bouncing you up and down and jerking off inside your pussy as you desperately clutch to his shoulders, moaning and babbling, and when he doesn't stop even after cumming one more time inside, you just accept that you're going to fall asleep in his arms, and he's probably going to keep fucking you through it until you wake up in the morningđ„șđ„ș
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LET'S TALK ABOUT LOKI'S SHOES (ACTUALLY, HIS WHOLE WARDROBE)
Production costs aside, clothes tell the audience about how characters think of themselves.
Loki's shoes in the S2 finale raised a lot eyebrows, but I find them quite fitting: they are comfortable, practical, and most importantly, they are humble. The camera brings this to our attention to communicate his evolution in character.
Loki has always dressed well, often times ostentatiously. Whether he is at war, passing as a Midgardian, or held captive as an Asgardian prisoner, Loki communicates his social class and sense of superiority through clothing. For him, clothing armors his fragile sense of self and against others' opinions of him. He intends to be perceived as deadly charming but ultimately unapproachable.
His attire in the first Thor movie is roughly equal parts green and gold, signifying his royal status. His style is dressed down for his brother's misadventures in Jotenheim, yet overall both silhouettes are lofty, princely, but not hardened or threatening.
In Avengers, Loki's look has more black and leather, with exaggerated emphasis on his shoulders meant to intimidate as he assumes the role of villain. The silhouette is very hard, heavy, and edgy. Gold detailing is prevalent as well. Combined with the goat's helm, this is Loki's most pretentious outfit, which speaks to an undercurrent of low self-esteem and a compulsive need to impress. There's no mistaking he is the main antagonist of the story.
In Thor 2, Loki's attire is similar to Avengers but the overcoat is exchanged for a less bulky version (perhaps conveying he is less guarded now that the effects of the Mind Stone are no longer influencing him). Loki's role likewise pivots from the harsh lines of a villain to the more flexible edges of a reluctant villain-turned-ally. This aligns with his character arc when he protects both Jane and Thor, seemingly sacrificing himself.
In Thor 3, Loki's silhouette is streamlined even further. The overcoat is done away with in favor of what appears to be a leather doublet, pauldrons, and vambraces. Gold accents are minimal. While stylish, Loki's attire is more practical than showy, and his helm serves the dual purpose of protection as well as weaponry. At this point in his arc, Loki has become a full antihero, joining his brother's side in rescuing as many Asgardians as possible, and eventually dying in a vain bid to protect Thor from Thanos.
The TVA does something very fun and interesting in taking away Loki's ability to dress himself. Since Loki cannot use his magic in the TVA, he is forced to wear the same clothing as his captor/advocate, who eventually becomes his best friend and peer.
Perhaps, on a subconscious level, this helped Loki to feel included. We know by his pwn admission that Loki fears being alone and desperately craves a sense of belonging. At the same time, he intentionally dresses to put people at a distance, thereby protecting himself from potential rejection at the cost of isolating himself further.
When Mobius gives him that TVA jacket for the first time, Loki seems uncharacteristically pleased. It is not an attractive jacket by any means, yet he neither scoffs at it nor refuses to wear it. Instead, Loki puts it on and is content when Mobius says it looks "smart" on him. He continues to dress like Mobius and, indeed, mimic some of his mannerisms such as placing his hands on his hips. Without clothing meant to push people away, Loki opens up, has more fun, and makes friends.
Loki's choice of attire as he assumes the mantle of God of Stories (and time) is fascinating. Setting aside the clear design inspiration from the comics, Loki's silhouette is soft, remarkably so. His colors are earthy hues of green, and the only bit of flare are the light gold trimming and crown. The look brings to mind the garb of sages and wise wizards rather than royalty or warriors. He's powerful yet approachable because there is humility in his bearing. And that humility springs from a well of healthy self-worth, self-love, and a deep love for others.
The shoes are not meant to be attractive. They are meant to help him ascend the throne, nothing more.
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AGE IS NOTHING BUT A NUMBER â GETO SUGURU.
kinktober day two â overstimulation ; find masterlist here
synopsis. befriending nanako and mimiko has its perksâlike fucking their father, for example. suguru might have aged over the years, but that doesn't mean he's lost his touch. don't believe him? that's okayâhe can always just show you instead
length. 5.3k words (bro this fic was agonizing)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, dilf! suguru, college au (reader is a student), age gaps (20+ difference), jealous suguru, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, nipple play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, angel)
notes. this took me so long bc i hate it so im posting it and running away to play genshin to slave away for primos
most people can tell their best friends everything. not you, thoughâyou have a secret. a dirty, shameful, horrible little secret, in fact.
no one knows that every chance you get, every small little moment you can possibly squeeze in, you fuck your two best friendsâ fatherâand itâs going to stay that way, unknown and forever hidden. suguru is young as far as parents go, just barely in his twenties when heâs found himself a single father of two, but that doesnât mean heâs not too old for you. and it especially doesnât mean that itâs not inappropriate to fuck the man that raised your two closest friends.
you meet nanako and mimiko during your freshman year of collegeâthe rest is history. the first time you spend the night at their place, suguru (he insists you call him that on your first meeting) is overjoyed that his girls have someone as lovely as you.
who wouldnât be? youâre smart, well-mannered, respectable, and incredibly studious. what a perfect role model for his girlsâafter all, every fatherâs worst nightmare is his sweet, precious daughters venturing off to the real world. men are dogsâsuguru should know. theyâre sleazy and prey on young women who are naive and unsuspecting, taking advantage of their hopefulness before completely destroying their innocence. suguru canât bear the idea of his perfect little girls becoming victims of such sinister behaviorâbut thatâs all quelled when he meets you.
but he never thought, not even for one second, that heâd become one of those men.
those older men who fuck girls half their ageâthe girls that are barely in their twenties and still donât even really understand how taxes work. the girls that have just started to learn how to hold their alcohol and can only recently buy it legally. the girls who donât realize how complicated adulthood can be, just barely spreading their wings and learning what itâs like to be free.
suguru has always found those men deplorable. theyâre the awful, disgusting, untamed vermin of societyâwomen must be protected from them at all costs.
but now? wellâŠ.now heâs one of themâand he finds, even as disgusted with himself as he is from time to time, he has little regrets.
not when youâre sprawled under him, hands tracing over his bare chest, feeling the soft skin under your palms in wonder. suguru, though heâs not let himself go by any means, is past his primeâhe still frequents the gym, and he has more time to go now that the girls are gone most of the day, but heâs not immune to the effects of aging.
his hair has more than a few strands of white sprinkled in now; nanako makes sure to remind him not to pull them out unless he wants more. heâs still managed to keep the abs he was once so proud of in his youth, but theyâre still not as hardâlayered over a slight belly that he canât seem to get rid of no matter what he tries. his skin is a bit looser, and his eyes have slight wrinkles in the corners of them, but despite it all, suguru still looks as handsome as ever.
heâs aged well, still looks remarkably young for men his age, and still looks like that dashing young man he once was who stole hearts. in fact, he still hears about his looks, especially from nanako and mimikoâs friendsâheâs always chuckled to himself and shook his head in amusement.
thatâs your dad? god, heâs so hot.
what? heâs single? oh my gosh, do you need a mom?
i canât believe heâs never been marriedâwomen in his generation donât deserve him. iâll take him off their hands.
wait, do you have pictures of him when he was younger?
oh my god, heâs so fine. are you sure heâs in his forties?
nanako and mimiko, bless their hearts, have always crinkled their noses at theâŠless than proper comments theyâve had to witness about their father. in fact, theyâve watched teachers practically throw themselves onto suguru at parent-teacher conferences. itâs bothersomeâa little disturbing to hear their friends talk about all the things theyâd let their dad, of all people, do to them.
but you? you donât make unhinged comments. they appreciate that.
but if only they knewâŠ
if only they knew that sometimes, like right now, when youâre spending the night, you donât actually sleepâinstead, you sneak off to their fatherâs room, lay on his mattress under his body, and feel his touch. you can feel him, hard and throbbing in his sweats as his clothed cock presses against your thighâbut he takes his time with you, and doesnât do anything about the clear arousal pooling between your legs just yet.Â
instead, he focuses on remembering your bodyâitâs been a while, after all. he hasnât felt your hips, hasnât tasted your skin, hasnât heard your voice.Â
âmissed you,â suguru breathes, hovering over you as you hum, nipping at your skin as his nose brushes along your neck. your hand is playing with his hair, twisting long, black and white strands along your fingers. âhavenât seen you in a bit, angel.â
âiâve had midterms,â you murmur.
suguru knowsânanako and mimiko have been studying for them themselves. heâs more than a little disappointed that you havenât come over to study with them yet. but then, just the other night, mimiko mentions youâve been spending your time with a boy at the library, sharing a table as you lean over his shoulder to look at his laptop. nanako giggles that you might have finally gotten yourself a boyfriend. mimiko hums and nods as she murmurs itâs about time.
suguru swallows down every bite of dinner with an aftertaste of bile that night.
a boyâa boy? youâve been skipping coming over to study with the girls (and, by default, seeing him) just to study with some boy? whatâs got your attention on the guy so badly? why would you break the routine youâve had for the last few semesters for someone you just recently met? have you finally started to realize that this is a mistake? is suguru a mistake?
he thinks maybe not, now that youâre back in his bedâbut he still has too many unanswered questions.Â
âso iâve heard,â he says lowly, âiâve also heard thereâs a certain boy on your radar.â he smiles bitterly, pulling away from your neck to stare at you with those dark, sharp eyes of his. âa much younger, and fitting match for you, i suppose.â
you roll your eyes, snorting.
âis that what nanako and mimiko have told you? honestly, those two,â you huff fondly, âi told them already. heâs just my partner for a presentation. weâre practicing.â
âoh?â suguru raises a browâand then he shivers lightly when you lean up and kiss his jaw, eyes fluttering shut at your touch.
âyes,â you giggle, âno need to be jealous of someone half your age, you know.â
âthatâs exactly why iâm jealous,â he breathes, leaning in to kiss you softly.
your lips taste like honeyâprobably sweeter, in fact. they drip with that decadent, saccharine taste of youth. he feels twenty again every time he kisses you, feels not a day older than his glory days.
âoh, you poor thing,â you grin, cupping his face as you scatter kisses along his cheeks and nose, thumb tracing the skin. fuck, is this what it feels like to be in love? it makes him feel so young, so free, and hopeful for the future. when was the last time he felt this way? âhave you been losing sleep over my nonexistent college boyfriend?â
âwell, kids your age fool around quite a bit,â he says in that father tone that he uses on nanako and mimiko, âwhat was i supposed to think?â
youâve heard that tone so many times before; the one where he talks like he knows better, like heâs wiser, like heâs aware of something youâre not.Â
girls, make sure you share your location with meâi need to find you in case anything happens. itâs for your own safety, end of discussion.
make sure you watch over your drinks, okay? men these days take every chance they get to spike them when youâre not looking. mimiko, i was your age once, too. iâve seen this happen plenty.
donât walk alone in the streets at night. call me. iâll pick you upâno, nanako, itâs not lame. the streets are dangerous at night. there are creeps, you know.
donât get into any boyâs cars, girls. you never know whatâll happen; one mistake is all it takes to ruin your lifeâhey, donât roll your eyes at me. one day, youâll understand iâm right.
âiâm not a kid,â you pout, and then, smugly this time, you wiggle your brows. âdidâya lose sleep over my imaginary boyfriend? you need plenty of sleep at your age, yâknow.â
âno, youâre not a kid,â suguru agrees, âyouâre a brat.â and then heâs back to pressing those hot, open-mouthed, hungry kisses along your jaw, humming in delight when you angle your head to give him better access.Â
sometimes, itâs fun to get under suguruâs skinâitâs fun to break that carefully built, mature patience of his, pulling a twitch of his eye and a furrow of his brow from him. so, you grin widely as you murmur, âwho knows? maybe heâd fuck betterâmore stamina, yâknow?â
itâs supposed to just tease him, to make him glare at you unimpressed so you can giggle and kiss between his browsâbut suguru stills at that, painfully stiff for a moment before he bites at your skin. hard.Â
âoh yeah?â he hisses, his voice low and dangerous as he pulls away to glare down at you, âyou think so? what, you think an old man like me canât fuck you long enough?â
you donât get a chance to replyânot before he pulls your pants down your waist to reveal your soaked panties, pulling a hum from him as he grins at the damp patch of fabric. his fingers circle over your clit for a moment, right over the cloth, making your breath hitch as you buck into his touch.Â
âsuguruââ
âlook at that,â he chuckles, âwearing my favorite one, huh? canât fuck you that bad if you try your best to impress me. isnât that what you wanted? is that what you were thinking when you put these on before coming over? how precious,â he murmursâhe speaks so condescending, so knowingly, as if heâs read your mind just by looking at the red lace covering your dripping cunt. you cover your face in humiliation, but he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head, clicking his teeth in disapproval.Â
part of you knows you should quit while you canâthe other part? wellâŠit wants to test the limits a bit longer. suguru has never been so easy to rile up, you want to indulge in it for just a bit longer if you can help it.Â
âwell,â you huff, âwhatâre you waiting for, then? donât tell me the age has slowed you downââ
âyou really donât know when to quit, do you?â he says in a low snarl, âfine, you want me to hurry up? you got it, princess.â
it all happens before you can even registerâone moment, youâre grinning at him with mischief in your eyes; the next second, he has you in nothing but your bra, bare in his bed as he pulls your legs apart and leans close to your pussy.
âyou know the thing about guys your age,â he hums, toying with your clit lazily as you gasp with a twitch, âis that they really donât know how to take care of anyone but themselves. guess they just donât have enough experience to really figure it out.â
his lips latch onto your clit, sucking before he rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud as his fingers sink into your core, pushing past your folds and stretching you open. itâs slowâdeliberately so, in fact. it makes your head spin, and your fingers curl into the bed sheets as you pant.Â
âsuguru, m-moreââ
âdonât worry,â he coos, pulling away from you to grin up at your glossy eyes, âyouâll get plenty, baby. weâll see if youâve got the stamina. yâknow, since youâre so young.â
his lips are back to wrap around your clit, fingers sinking and curling exactly where youâre most sensitiveâsuguru finds your sweet spots instantly the first time he has you sprawled under him. didnât even take a moment of trial, just knew where to touch and kiss to have you unravel in his hold. that much still hasnât changedâhis fingertips press against the sensitive spot in the back of your walls, pulling pretty little whines from you as his tongue flicks over your clit.Â
itâs always been a blessing that nanako and mimikoâs room is across the houseâhad they been closer, they might hear the mewl you let out as his fingers bully into you faster, unforgiving as they brush against your walls and build the ache up between your legs until itâs about to burst.Â
âs-suguru, âm close, so, so closeââ
âalready?â he gasps, chuckling as he presses a kiss to your clit with a sly grin, âthought you had more in you than that, baby. so youthfulâfigured youâd last a bit longer.â
heâs mean about itârubs it in your face some more that youâre so close so fast before he pulls his fingers away and doesnât even give you the satisfaction of falling apart on his digits. it makes you sob, hips bucking up to chase the friction of his fingers, but heâs already gone, leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing.
âno,â your voice breaks, ân-no, so close, please. i wantââ
âthatâs what he wouldâve done,â suguru hums, âpulled out before you even finished. thatâs what guys your age always doâthey donât know how to make girls finish. you ever had that problem with me?â
âno,â you say quickly, shaking your head. youâre a pretty little thing, he thinksâpouty, wobbly lips and those glossy eyes as you sniffle. âno, you always make me cumâplease, i wanna cum, sugu.â
âyeah?â he pouts with faux sympathy, âdidnât feel good, huh? feels better when i take care of you, doesnât it?â
âuh huh,â you nodâyouâre still panting through the aftershocks of having your orgasm ripped from you, chest rising and falling harsh enough that it fills him with pride he can pull such drastic reactions from you. no one knows your body like suguruâheâs too good at giving it what it wants for anyone else to compare.Â
âthink that boyââ he spits the last word like itâs poison on his tongue, ââcan take care of you?â
âno,â you whimper, âno, he canât. not like you, never like you.â
âthatâs a good girl,â he nods approvingly, rubbing his slick-coated finger over your clit, toying with it teasingly as you writhe, whining for more. âyou know something else about men your age? they donât care to please a womanâdonât bother to appreciate them enough to make them feel good. you think that boy would be hereââ he pauses to motion between your legs, where heâs currently situated, ââwillingly? taste you willingly? let you cum on his tongue willingly?â
âi-i donâtâŠi never asked someone toââ
âdid you ever ask me?â he interrupts, raising a brow at you, âyou ever have to ask me? i just do it. wanna know why? because i know what iâm doingâknow how to treat you right, how to give you what you need. isnât that right?âÂ
âyes, yesâyou always give me what i wantââ
âwhat you need,â he corrects, âand you know what i think you need right now? this.â
his tongue licks a stripe along your entrances before you can say anything else, pulling a gasp out of you as your hands find his hair and tugâsuguru groans at that, feels his pants get impossibly tighter as the aching erection he sports throbs between his legs at the way you pull at the strands so desperately, so needy. for him. only ever him.Â
his tongue fucks into you, messy with the way he devours you, the slick arousal pooling from your cunt coating his lips, his cheeks, his chin. you moanâand really, itâs almost a squealâwhen his fingers are sinking back into you, tongue flicking away at your clit mercilessly as he thrusts his digits in and out of your pussy. youâre close, painfully so, the pressure steadily building and building until you just canât hold it back anymore.Â
âsuguââm c-cumming. god âs so goodâfeels good,â you babble, thighs closing around his head as his fingers curl into your sweet spot over and over again, not stopping for even a second as he helps you ride out your high. your walls spasm around his fingers, tight as they flutter around him and make him groan at the thought of being inside you.Â
he watches, hungry and in awe, as your back arches off the mattress and your mouth parts, broken little wails of his name rolling off your tongue in a sweet melody.Â
âi bet heâs never seen someone look like this,â suguru murmurs, watching the way the ecstasy takes over your features as your face falls slack from pleasure, âso pretty when falling apart. bet heâd never even get close to making you look so fucked from just his tongue.â
your orgasm ripples through youâitâs not new, the way he makes you feel so good, but itâs definitely nothing to get used to either. your body slumps back onto the mattress as you finish, panting harshly while he climbs up to hover over you once again.Â
âthat felt good?â he asks, nosing at your cheek as you nod breathlessly.
âyeah,â you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âhope youâre not tired out just yet,â he says smugly, eyeing the way sweat clings to your forehead and huffs of air exhale from your lungs with each labored breath, âbecause weâre nowhere near done, baby. not even close.â
just like that, your bra is unclasped and pulled off, freeing your tits for his mouth to latch onto a nipple, sucking and lightly grazing his teeth along the bud while his fingers tease at the other, pinching and rubbing over it with his thumb. you whine, eyes squeezing shut as your hand cups the back of his head and keeps him in place.Â
âbet i could make you cum just from this,â he says with a laugh, âi donât even need to fuck you.â
âplease,â you dig your nails into his shoulder, moaning as he switches to wrap his lips around the other nipple, âplease, suguân-need more.â
âbe more specific,â he says lowly, looking up at you in amusement, âgonna need more than that, princess. you gotta help me out hereâiâm afraid i donât know what iâm doing.â
suguru is doing everything he can to drag this outâif youâd known one small comment would have him riled up like thisâŠwell, truthfully, you canât say you wouldnât have made it anyway. itâs exciting in its own right when heâs so determined to show you why you need him, why no one else but him is meant to see you like this, make you fall apart like this, have you sprawled under them like this.Â
no one can know about you and suguruânot nanako and mimiko, not your other friends, not your family. you know what theyâd say, how theyâd feel.Â
disgustâshame, even. heâs far too old for you, you know theyâd say; heâs a red flag for getting with someone so young. no one can know that you come here, dead in the middle of the night when your friends are asleep, and fuck their father. not only thatâlay with their father, talk about your hopes and dreams for the future with their father, giggle as you gossip with their father, fall in love with their father.Â
something tells you the feeling is not unreciprocatedâthat suguru feels the same, that he loves holding you in his arms just as much as you love laying in them. maybe it wasnât a joke, what youâd said. not to him, at leastâmaybe deep down, it stung; maybe he had something to prove. that boy might be closer to you in age, but heâll never, ever treat you the way suguru doesâno one will, for that matter. perhaps he has to show it so you really know.Â
so you look him in the eye, pull him closer until his forehead is pressed against yours and you can press a delicate kiss to his lips before you murmur against them, âfuck me, suguru. pleaseâneed you.â
he groans at that, closes his eyes before his hips move to press the thick tip of his cock against your folds, dragging it along your entrance as he coats his head with your slick. itâs flushed a deep pinkâitâs been neglected for so long that he shudders at the way it aches, at the way even the slightest friction along the sensitive tip pulls a soft gasp from him.Â
for a moment, he wonders if he really will last long enough to fuck you properlyâhe might not, with the way your walls always squeeze around him, always have him ready to fuck his load into you just as soon as heâs inside you. the thought alone almost makes his cock twitchâbut suguru is a man of patience, so he slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, looking down and watching as his girth disappears inside you.Â
âlook at that,â he coos, grinning wide as he looks back up at you, âtook me so easily. âs cause when you do it right, it doesnât take much, does it?â
âf-fuckââ your head presses back against the pillow, mouth hung open as you breathe heavily, trying to squirm and get even the slightest bit of friction from him as he stays painfully still. âmove, suguruâplease, c-canât wait anymore. jusâ wanna feel you.â
âi know,â he chuckles, âpatience is a virtue, sweetheart.â
despite it all, suguru is not feeling very patient anymoreâitâs been long enough. his hips roll slowly at first, a shallow thrust of his hips that makes you both moan lowly before he all but pulls out and slams back in, hard. you can feel the burning stretch of his girth practically splitting you open, every thick vein dragging along your cunt and every brush of his tip against the back of your walls. itâs loudâthe sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of his deep groans and your breathless whines, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall as he fucks you into his mattress.Â
âgodâfuck, suguruâth-there,â you mewl as he slams into you right where you need him.Â
youâve lost count of how many times suguru has fucked you like youâre his. in his bed at night, in his shower in the mornings, on the couch when you drop by when the girls arenât home, in his car that one time he drove you home when it rained, in your apartment that one time he dropped off your laptop because you forgot it. thereâs one common denominatorâthe way he makes you feel, not just from the way his cock ruts into you, but from the way his fingers tangle with yours, from the way his mouth finds your jaw to kiss, from the way his forehead presses into your shoulder with warmth.Â
itâs exciting, maybe. at first, itâs scandalous and a little thrilling in its own right. by now, itâs something much more than thatâyou donât think anyone could make you feel the way he does, fuck you like he does, even if they tried. even if they knew where to touch and where to kiss. even if they knew what you liked and what you didnât.Â
they couldnât be suguruâwould never be suguru.Â
âthere, huh?â he pants, moaning softly as he feels your walls flutter around him tightly, âi know. i know how to fuck this pussyâmy pussy. you think some boy you hardly know would know? think heâd care to learn? think heâd even try?â
âno,â you gasp, shaking your head as your hips buck up to meet his sharp thrusts, âno. no one would make me feel this good. make me feel so good, sugu.â
ânghâsh-shit,â he hisses at your words, cock almost swelling harder at the way you praise him, at the way your words are almost slurred with no real thought behind him. itâs a little pride-inducing, the way youâre still able to sing his praises without having to really think about it first. he can hear it, the way youâre lost in the drag of his cock, drunk in the haze of pleasure, unfocused on everything else besides the way he bullies his thick girth into your abused cunt.
itâs a mess, itâs filthy the way thereâs a mix of pre cum and your slick at the base of his cock, along your inner thighs, coating your skin as the squelching sound of him nudging past your folds fills the room.
itâs good, the way he makes you feelâhe can hear it in your voice as you wail his name.
âs-suguruâoh.â
âwhat, you gettinâ all fucked out on me? âm not even close yet, princess,â he hums, leaning down to kiss your neck as he sucks softly into your sweet spot. you throw your head back, rasping out a cry of his name again as his balls slap against your ass with a harsh roll of his hips.Â
and then his hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb attaching itself to your clit before rubbing punishing circles into the bundle of nervesâyou sob at that, back arching up as your chest presses against his, nipples hard as they brush along his skin.
âs-suguâclose, âm gonna cum a-againâso close,â you pant brokenly, every sentence cut off with a sharp gasp as he thrusts into you.Â
youâre closeâyou canât fight back the way the coil in your belly snaps as he teases your clit. itâs still sensitive from the last orgasm, every nerve still burning up from before as he gives you more, gives you too much, almost. you cum harder this timeâyour second high creeping up on you when you least expect it.Â
it makes your eyes roll back, makes your thighs quiver, and tears stream down your cheeks as you chant his name over and over. suguru, âs so good. suguru, âm cumming. suguru, âs all for you.
every sentence makes his cock drill into you faster, sloppier in rhythm, maybe, but faster. needier. bordering on desperate.Â
âf-fuck, baby,â he grunts, âsqueezinâ me so tightâsuch a tight fuckinâ cunt. you think just anyone deserves this? think you can just walk around and let anyone fuck this? âs bullshitângh.â
you donât answerâcanât answer, in fact. itâs all teary eyes and soft sniffles as you mewl with every thrust, voice breaking between every pretty little sound you make. heâs still fucking into you, still dragging his cock against those sensitive walls, still bumping against your clit with his navel, still nudging against your sweet spot with his thick, swollen tip. itâs almost too muchâit is too much, making you writhe under his body as you try to form the words.Â
ââs t-too much, suguâc-canât anymore,â you try, âcanât.â
âwhat?â he gasps, furrowing his brows in mock confusion, âyouâre tappinâ out on me already? but âm not even done yet, sweetheart. havenât even finished yetâdonât tell me youâre already spent. how will you keep up with your little boyfriendâs stamina if you canât even take an old man like me?â
âc-canât take anyone but you,â you sob, âjusâ youâonly you. promise.â
âyeah? you swear?â
âuh huh. jusâ you, suguâdonâ want anyone else. wonât fuck me the same.â
âatta girl,â he coos, chuckling as he leans down to kiss your jaw, trailing soft pecks until he meets your lips, âthatâs what i thought. make sure you donât forget, okay?â
âfuck, suguruââmâŠg-gonnaâŠâ
âgonna what? cum? youâre cumming again?â you nod at thatâhe grins wide, pride settling into the crinkles of his eyes before his thumb rubs harsh circles into your swollen clit once more. he looks pretty like thatâhair framing his face, the mix of black and white strands sticking to the damp skin of his forehead. his skin is flushed, abs flexing as he pants over you. sometimes you feel guilty that half of why you come over to visit nanako and mimiko is to fuck suguruâthe guilt is quickly extinguished when you see him like this, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his arms barely hold him over you, eyes shut tight as he groans.Â
âi-iâmâfuck, fuck, fuck,â you canât form sentences anymore as you cumâagain. not that you really could before that, but now all you can offer is croaked half-syllables and shaky sobs. your walls squeeze around him, tight as they hug around his throbbing cock.Â
it takes one, two, three more sloppy rolls of his hips before he lets out at a low, âbaby, fuckââm gonna fill you up. want that? want me to cum in you? make you mine? always been mine, havenât you?â
âyes, yesâyours, sugu. yours, yours, yours,â you babble, words slurred between breathy moans and broken sobs. âwanna be yours.â
you can feel himâfeel the way his cock twitches in you, the way he grinds into you to ride out his high, the way sticky, hot ropes of cum fill your walls, the way he fucks his load deeper into you with every sloppy thrust of his hips. his arms quiver as he holds himself over youâjust barely, though. you can hear the way his voice cracks as he gasps your name over and over, as he mutters lowly about how youâre his, how youâll always only be his.Â
âmine,â he grits, âyouâre fuckinâ mineâsee how youâre suckinâ me in? see how i fit in this pussy like it was made for me? âs cause youâre mine.â
his body slumps onto yours as he finishes, head pressed into the crook of your neck as he kisses the skin while you both catch your breaths. you whimper, still sensitive, as he pulls out of you, a soft chuckle falling past his lips as he pulls his head up to look at you and press a kiss to your cheek.Â
âso,â he starts, eyes laced with amusement as he takes in the fucked out look on your face, the tears still drying your cheeks, the swollen flush of your bottom lip, âstill think you need someone with more stamina? someone whoâll fuck you betterââ
âgod,â you groan, slapping his shoulder, âwill you drop it already? you got what you wanted, didnât you?â
âno,â he murmurs, pecking your lips, âstill wanna hear it some more.â
âyour ego needs a reality check,â you huff as you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, âthink iâve fed it plenty all night.â
âactually, i think you crushed it,â he pouts theatrically, âtalking about some asshole who doesnât care about you right in front of me. after i take such good care of you, too. the girls already think you should date him,â he adds the last part with a slightly bitter roll of his eyes, pulling a giggle out of you.
âthey think i donât know how to talk to men,â you snort, âimagine they knew i was talking to men old enough to be my father.â
âhey,â he clicks his teeth, falling onto the mattress beside youâhe pulls you into his chest, letting your cheek rest on his bare skin. itâs so wrongâlying in bed with the father of your best friends. but somehow, suguru feels like the only thing youâve ever done right. âage is nothing but a number, sweetheart.â
if i have to see the word cock one more time im going to eradicate all humans that have them
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.đ„ Ę Ë my girl â nanami kento
summary: you know the kid that kento mentors has a little crush on you; why wouldn't you use that to your advantage?
contents: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, brat taming, possessive sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, pet names, praise, dom nanami, jealousy, ino has the hots for you, unprotected sex, kinda deg, slight dumbification, um i think that's it clearly i am so desperate for nanami and i haven't even watched the new episode â 2.3k
under the table, you slide your palm up kentoâs thigh as he speaks.
he's explaining something about sorcerer politics that youâre not really interested in hearing about, not when thereâs an ache between your thighs that he refused to take care of before you left, and his sleeves are rolled up in the way he knows drives you crazy.Â
across from the two of you, ino sits, attentively listening to your husband as, every few seconds, his eyes subtly slide over to you, the pink flush on his cheeks returning each time he glances at the soft smile that rests on your glossy lips.Â
inoâs crush on you is no secret. he is, really, quite obvious about how much he wants your attention.
of course, he knows about you and kento, has known since he first set eyes on you at a sorcerersâ meeting and asked you, slyly, if you were single.
kento had come up behind you not a moment later, smiling with a golden band on his ring finger, asking ino if he forgot to introduce his wife.Â
and though the younger sorcerer respects nanami, perhaps more than anyone, it does little to quell the attraction he has for his wife⊠especially since you are so insistent on teasing the poor kid at every chance you get.Â
you canât help it, really, when it riles kento up so easily. the way he vibrates under his skin with anger, irritated that another person could ever think of his wife in any manner that is less than respectable.Â
kento sets your hand gently back down on your lap, jaw clenching as his fingers twist around your wrist tightly. though he hides his irritation well, you can tell from the sharp glint in his eye, the tension in his shoulders, that it is getting the best of him.Â
your husband may be sweet, a lover that never acts rashly out of anger, but he has a possessive streak heâs never been very good at taming.Â
as kento stiffens, you smile sweetly at ino, who exhales heavily, shifting all of his attention on your husband. though, you are staring him down, listening attentively to every word that he says.
while ino speaks, you slide your hand back over kentoâs thigh, vying for his attention. he clears his throat, a warning, as he grips your wrist once more and pushes you away.
it wonât be much longer before he snaps. kento's sitting straighter, back taut as he focuses his gaze sharply on the younger man across from him. whatever the two of them are speaking about is dull, repetitive talk about work that you are bored of.Â
âso, ino,â you finally ask, the lull in the conversation that you've been waiting for. you speak up before kento can ask any more questions about the sorcererâs progress. âany pretty sorcerers caught your eye?â you lean froward with a small grin, your breasts fully on display as you set your chin in your palm. âsurely someone as charming as you already has a girlfriend."
ino turns red then, a flush spreading from every corner as he tries, so hard, not to let his eyes fall. you admire the effort, really, even though kento catches the moment the younger man's gaze drops, the half second he stares at your tits and squirms in his seat.Â
ân-no,â ino stutters, nervous for the first time in this conversation; he is usually so loud and outspoken, never feeling shy about the words that leave his lips. âcanât seem to find many sorcerers my age.âÂ
you laugh. itâs true that there are few sorcerers from his year, but you know it is the wrong thing to say.
anger radiates off your husband, and with a sense of satisfaction, you trace your fingers back up his thigh before grinning, batting your eyelashes at ino.
âwhy not go for someone older, then?â you ask, palming a hand over the steadily growing bulge in kentoâs pants
ino chokes, and kento grabs your hand roughly, shoving your fist back onto his lap as he steadies all his anger and buries it down.
âexcuse me,â kento suddenly interrupts, and his voice is so calm, so smooth, that its almost like nothing is out of the ordinary. he slides out of the booth, running a palm over his slacks, palms sweaty from his annoyance. âi just remembered iâve got an important phone call to make. could we put a pause on this conversation?â he is so polite as he nods his head, and ino blinks, looks between the two of you, uncertain if heâs done something wrong.Â
âof course,â he says, leaning back in his seat. âtake you time.âÂ
âwould you come with me, sweetheart?â kento turns to you then, and he sounds normal, like thereâs nothing wrong, but his hands flex at his side, and his eyes are narrowed almost imperceptibly.
kentoâs mad, and you know youâre fucked; but you can't help the desire that sits heavily in your stomach, the way youâre already soaking your panties, wanting him inside you.Â
âsure, ken.â you nod, smiling at him. âsorry, ino, weâll back right back.â
you stand next to your husband, who places a heavy hand on your shoulder, a warning. but you love the feeling of his skin on your own and it does little to stop your teasing; it only makes you want him more.Â
ino says nothing as kento leads you around the restaurant, takes you to the back of the shop where there are two single-person bathrooms. one is occupied, and the other, empty.Â
the two of you go inside.
âare you trying to embarrass me?â kento says angrily, shoving you into the bathroom as he locks the door behind him, his eyes hungry at the sight of your flushed cheeks, the way you are already so desperate for him. he pushes you towards the sink, eyes flashing as you reach for him, hastily undoing his tie. âyouâre acting like a fucking brat whose husband doesnât know how fuck her right.â
âmaybe you donât,â you counter, yanking off his tie so you can unbutton his shirt, slide your hands across the expanse of his chest. god, you want him so fucking bad. youâre aching, arousal pooling in your panties as your husband lifts you, shoves you back onto the sink. âyou wouldnât even take care of me before you leftââÂ
âdonât start.â he glares and unzips his slacks to free his half-hard cock, stroking it as you try to get your hands on him. though that attempt is feeble as kento grabs both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. with the other, he hikes your dress up, pushing it along your smooth thighs.
his voice is low and dangerous, deepening as he dances fingertips along your skin. âyouâre so fucking desperate for attention that youâll take it from anyone.â he pins you with his hard gaze, and youâre hot all over, legs shaking with anticipation. âi bet you like that he wants to fuck you so bad, even when you know i can fuck you better.â
you whimper, eyelids fluttering as kento reaches under your dress to pull down your panties.
âprove it, thenâ you say, and you know youâre only digging yourself a deeper hole, annoying him further as you grope at him. you squirm, trying to release your wrists from his hold, but heâs so strong; youâre only left a writhing mess under his touch. âi want you, kento.âÂ
âyeah?â he asks, yanking your panties roughly down your thighs, the pair that has already been soaked through. âif i give you what you want, will you sit there quietly like a good girl, and stop flirting with the kid who wants something he canât have?âÂ
the tone sends aching need throughout you, and the commanding presence of his voice is almost too much. âi promise,â you say, shaking as you lock your heels around his hips. âplease.âÂ
âplease,â kento repeats mockingly, eyes hard as he slips a finger inside of you. he slides right in, barely needing to prep you before he fucks you. âyou should be embarrassed; youâre this fucking wet just from looking at me." his eyes harden. "so impatient that you canât even wait until we get home.âÂ
âiâve been patient all day,â you say, high-pitched, but youâre quickly silenced as kento slides in and out of you, setting a steady pace while his thick fingers squelch inside your aching pussy. âneed you toââÂ
âstop making demands." he releases your wrists to place a hand on your hips, stop you from fucking yourself on his fingers. âshouldnât even be giving you what you want, but i canât help myself. youâre so pretty, so desperate to have my cock inside you that you canât even sit still.âÂ
âkento, fuck,â you groan, grabbing his shoulders as he stretches his fingers deeper inside you, past the walls that clamp down on him. in a desperation to keep quiet, you try to kiss him, moan into his mouth so no one else can hear you.Â
but he grips your hair tightly, pulls you away from his lips as you moan, loudly, into the tight space of the bathroom. ânice try.â his fingers pump in and out of your soaked cunt. âbut i want everyone to hear those pretty sounds, sweetheart. need them to know whoâs fucking the brat out of you.âÂ
you try to pull him towards you, shift him closer with your ankles. âkentoââ
âlouder.âÂ
âkento, fuck, baby, please. i want you so bad, i love youââ youâre almost screaming, desperate to cum as his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, and not enough for you to find complete release.
but youâre squeezing so tightly around his fingers that he must know youâre close, even as he pulls out of you, the juices from your need for him soaking his knuckle.Â
finally, he smiles at you, softly.
âthereâs my good girl,â he says, and it reminds you why you never want anyone else but him, why you need him, desperately, all the time. kentoâs cock is already aching, leaking, and he forces it into you without warning, grunting into your neck. âsometimes, you're just so fucking stupid when you want my cock.âÂ
you nod, whimpering out a breathy moan as he thrusts into you, hard and rough, still holding you by the hair so you canât kiss him, even as much as you want to.Â
youâre so hot all over, skin burning as he stretches you. âplease, let me cum, ken,â you say, and thereâs tears in your eyes; youâre so close, but you want to be good for him, want to show him how much you love him.Â
he hums against your neck, watches you writhe as he forces himself deeper into you, burying his cock in your pussy completely.
you canât help the sinful noises that leave your throat, echoing down the vents to the kitchen, to the dining room. and maybe everyone in the restaurant can hear your husband fucking you, but you donât care, not when youâve waited this long for him to be inside you.Â
âso pretty,â he says, sharply, and finally, he lets his hands fall from your hair, holds your hips instead, bringing you harder onto his cock.Â
a tear rolls down your cheek and you bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming, whimpering at the aching pleasure in your entire body.Â
âyouâre mine,â kento says, kissing you sloppily, hungrily as you thread your fingers through his hair. his tip brushes the sensitive spot inside you, and you're not sure how much longer you can stop yourself from cumming. âmine, mine, mine. no one else should ever get to fucking look at you if they canât tell who you belong to.âÂ
âi donât want anyone but you,â you say, and youâre almost shouting, saliva all over your mouth as you drool from his harsh kisses. "i'm yours, kento."
you feel him smile against your lips. âthatâs my girl,â he says, voice rough as he grips you tightly, nearing his own orgasm. âyou wanna cum, pretty? make a mess on my my cock, sweetheart. iâm so close.âÂ
his thrusts grow sloppy, and you grip his shoulders as he fucks deep into you cunt, forcefully, and, finally, you cry out, toes curling as you cum, hard, around him.
kentoâs face is flushed, sweat at his hairline as his tips edges against your cervix, almost painfully, before heâs toppling over the edge, biting down hard on your shoulder with a groan. hot ropes spill into your cunt, and you're still writhing, moaning from sensitivity as his warm seed settles deep within you.Â
heâs so pretty; you kiss him over and over, the loose hair that sticks to his forehead, the flush on his cheeks. âmmm,â you hum, tasting the coffee on his tongue. âlove you so much, kento,âÂ
âyou say that now,â he says curtly, slowly dragging himself out of your tight walls. âbut wait until we get home.âÂ
already, your pussy aches again, and youâre too warm, sweating as kento fixes his hair in the mirror.Â
you try to slide your panties back on, reach for where they've pooled at your ankles, but kento is faster. he yanks them away, folds them up nicely to tuck into his pocket.Â
âkentoââ
âleave them off,â he says, sniffing as his cheeks slowly return to their normal color. âmaybe ino will stop thinking about fucking my wife if he sees my cum running down her thighs.âÂ
you stare at him, blinking, but you donât have the energy or the willpower to fight anymore. instead, you obey, standing as a mix of kento's cum and your own juices seep onto your inner thigh, creating a sticky mess between your legs.
your husband unlocks the door, and you follow him back into the dining room, where ino is subtly sliding back into the booth, his cheeks red, a bulge obvious in his pants. he glances between the two of you with wide eyes, and darts his gaze back down between your legs, before staring at kento uncomfortably.Â
âdid you get your call sorted out?â he asks, and his voice is higher, squeakier as you sit down with your husband.Â
kento smirks, satisfied. âitâs been taken care of.â
i need him to fuck me so bad
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MW2 Reaction to You Being A Virgin
Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Corruption Kink, Purity Kink, Innocence Kink, Ownership Kink, Age Gap, Implied Slight Yandere Graves Inexperience, Objectification, Dominant MW2, Soft MW2, Gaz is anxious :-( but trying his best, MW2 Trying To Be Smooth, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except âYouâ.
Ghost
The fact that you, innocent, are his to love and corrupt sends white-hot anticipation between his legs.
Heâs imagined what youâd be like in bed: how youâd take him, the sounds youâd make. Of course he has â practically everyone on Base has.
But now, his fantasies are tinged with something feral. A primal need to show you that he is the best choice for you (even if he doesnât believe it himself) â the only one strong enough and skilled enough to be yours and to make you his.
Heâs fantasised about you looking up at him with doe eyes while he pins your wrists to the mattress, voice meek as you tell him, as if itâs a secret, that youâve âNever done this beforeâŠâ
He canât live without it. The fact that he can â will â be your first time. Satisfy you in ways nobody else will ever be able to compete with.
Heâd never admit it, but a dark part of him has plagued him with ideas of ravaging and corrupting you, about making your first time so pleasurable and carnal that nobody will ever be able to satisfy you as he can.
âDonât worry, Sweetheart,â he tells you, taking your chin between his fingers. He lowers his lips to your ear. You donât see the dark gleam in his eye. Donât see the deliciously dark idea cross his mind â the impulse to fuck you so hard that you wonât be able to feel anything, nevermind pain. And he makes a promise to you anyway.
âIâll take care of you.â
König
âThought as much.â Königâs words are blunt yet sharp.
âSeeing as you have everyone wrapped around your finger, itâs clear you have no regard for the way you conduct yourself.â
You may construe Königâs words as mean. Derogatory, even. He means it as a compliment. Even if you donât know it yet.
âYou think I donât see the way you flaunt yourself in front of the soldiers â thinking that youâll be able to get away with it without consequence.â
Königâs frame towers over you. His gaze is ice, and any trace of the socially anxious soldier you knew is gone.
âI wonder how you like it.â he muses aloud. His voice is tinged with something unreadable. Venomous.
âHow youâll take it. Rough, gentleâŠâ His eyes narrow.
âMean.â
Heâs boxed you in with his stature alone.
âMakes no difference to me,â he tells you. Deceptively calm. And then, an offer. One you canât refuse.
âIâll fuck you every which way until I find what makes you scream the loudest.â
Soap
âOh, really?â he says, eyebrow quirked and a hidden smile teasing his lips.
Johnny really couldnât care less that youâve never had sex before. But, the fact that you shared this information with him â albeit after he steered the conversation towards moreâŠintimate topics â gave him hope that you were hinting towards something.
Something that Johnnyâs wanted since he realised he was massively, whorishly down bad for you.
From his position opposite you, against the kitchen counter, he takes a step forward.
âI suppose youâre not very experienced then, are you?â
He advances until heâs in front of you. A wolf and a lamb. Close enough that you can smell his cologne.
His eyes are piercing, but there is a softness behind them. Something that writhes and wants and needs.
His hands come to rest upon the counter behind you. Nowhere for you to run. The heat from his body is scorching.
âThough, Iâd be more than happy toâŠâ His voice husks. âBeef up your rĂ©sumĂ©.â
Valeria
Corruption kink to the MAX
Valeria is a territorial, dominant woman â that much is easy to see.
And the fact that you havenât had anyone else before her just does something to her.
Alters her brain chemistry permanently.
Thereâs not one soldier, police officer or government official she doesnât own in Las Almas.
So why shouldnât she own you, too?
Now sheâs thinking of every conceivable way sheâs going to take ownership of you.
She thinks about it so often that she struggles to complete her paperwork without having to disperse the issue before she can continue.
But be warned: there will come a day when satisfying herself just wonât cut it. When sheâs going to seek you out and ruin you.
âIt might hurt at first, mi Amor,â she tells you, hand stroking your cheek, coming down to your jaw. âBut trust me when I say thatââ
Her hand grips your jaw. Tight. A viperâs strike. A fire burns in her eyes and the corners of her lips curl up in a cruel smile.
âIâll make it hurt a whole lot more if you donât do as I say.â
Price
Given his age, Price has had his fair share of experiences.
But that doesnât harden him to the simple fact that you havenât.
In his eyes, thereâs something endearing about how youâve yet to give yourself to another person.
Another person that, he hopes, will someday be him.
The idea makes something in him stir. The fact that the difference between your age and his makes him that much more confident in his ability to please you in ways no mere boy can makes him anxious to act.
âOh. Is that right, Love?â He says, eyes light and his smile dangerous.
âSâppose youâre waiting for the right person.â His posture is inviting. Tempting. Belies the rush heâs feeling â the desire to have you at his mercy in the most carnal sense.
âPretty little thing like you, you could have your fill of men.â
Heâs angling for something. His face says it all.
He steps towards you. Again. Again. Heâs in front of you.
His chest is almost to yours. His smile is shallow now. Strained. Like his pants.
âProbably looking for someone with experience.â
He thrives on the way your chest flutters. His does, too, but itâs masked beneath a heavy stare.
âAnd trust me, Love,â his voice is low. A message for you and you alone as he brings his lips to your ear, breath hot against your skin.
âIâve got plenty to spare.â
Horangi
You donât hear it for his mask, but Horangi lets out a shuttered breath.
âThatâs why youâre always so quiet when sex talk comes up.â
He says it as a fact, but you take it as a question. You nod.
Horangiâs arms unfurl from his chest, come to rest at his sides. Heâs looking at you.
Even through the layers of his mask, his gaze is heavy. Leaden.
He steps towards you. His frame, broad, fills your vision.
You can hear how heavy his breathing has become. How thick the air is.
How much heâs trying to restrain himself.
âHow about a deal,â he proposes. Commands.
âYou give me something to have a nice, long, hard think about,â his hips are to yours. You feel him pressing against you.
âAnd Iâll give you something to talk about.â
Alejandro
âYou surprise me, mi amor,â he says, natural as anything. As if he already knew.
âIâd have thought someone would have swooped in and claimed you by now.â
Truth be told, Alejandro wanted to be that somebody so badly that it made him ache in places heâd rather not think about. Especially when youâre already making containing himself incredibly difficult with that pouting, wide-eyed, innocent look.
God, you had no idea what you were doing to him.
âOrâŠare you saving yourself for someone specific?â
Before you, his frame is broad and imposing even without all his military gear on.
He takes your chin between his fingers. Tilts your head so your gaze canât escape his. A shiver runs up his spine at the sound of your breath stuttering.
His words arenât rhetorical. Heâs pulled the answer from you â seen it in your eyes.
âOr are you just waiting for a man who knows how to take care of you?â
Rodolfo
âO-oh!â Rudy chokes out. His cheeks are already giving way to a telltale pink. He tries to cover it.
âButâ youâre so pretty and smart and kind â I thought youâd have a boyfriend by now!â
In some ways, Rudyâs a bit of a traditionalist: his mind still jumps to the idea that youâd typically only be intimate with someone youâre already in a relationship with.
Not that heâd judge you if this were not the case for you.
But he sees his chance. And he takes it.
âWell, if youâre not with anyone, thenâŠwould you like to go out sometime? With me?â
His eyes are wide and filled with hope â something youâd never have expected from a man in such a brutal line of work.
Sex is the last thing on his mind right now: truly, heâs so taken in with the idea that youâre single and available that your sexual status means very little to him.
Though, that isnât to say he hasnât thought about you like that before, or that he hasnât spent many a night with his face smothered with pillows as your name escapes from between his lips, panting, moaning.
Thatâs a little secret for you to uncover later in your relationshipâŠ
Graves
âSo youâre tellinâ me that no oneâs had the privilege of fuckinâ that pretty little ass of yours?â
Graves sure has a way with words.
For all his slimy business practices, this is the one time heâs genuinely surprised. Unable to be slick.
He puts his game face on. Gives you a half-lidded stare and lowers his voice. His heart hammers: he conceals it behind a cool tone.
âWell, colour me impressed, Angel,â he says. A hand comes to the hem of your shirt, takes it between slow, intentional fingers. He has to resist the urge to look at your chest when he pulls the fabric taut.
âAnd here I was thinkinâ I already knew everything about you.â
Heâs moving in before you can analyse his statement. Before you can begin to understand how badly this man has lusted after you â how deeply entrenched in your life heâs become. And all without you knowing.
He places a hand on the wall behind you. Presses himself closer to you.
âHow much to let me be the first,â he drawls. Your eyes widen. His thin smile grows.
âAnd last.â
Gaz
Bless his little cotton socks, he doesnât know what to do with both this information and himself.
See, despite being incredibly intelligent, Gaz is still the youngest of the 141, so heâs not entirely accustomed to situations like this.
He canât tell if youâre hinting, flirting, or just telling him something about yourself.
He remembers what Soap taught him, though.
Should a situation arise where someone is flirting with you, just use your intuition and donât fuck it up.
Gaz leans against the doorframe, almost misses, scrambles to resume his ideal posture.
âOh, so weâre more similar than youâd think, then.â
He can feel Soap banging his head against a wall. Jesus, Gaz â at least try to impress (Y/N) !
At your raised eyebrow and your playful âOh?â Gaz coughs. His voice lowers.
âButâŠâ he steps closer. âMaybe we can un-virgin each other.â
Long story short, Gaz has no idea what heâs talking about. But, somehow, his nervous disposition and pretty boy charm have enamoured you. And you may have told him youâd take him up on his offer đ.
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pairing. simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader.
synopsis. simon comes home. he's too tired to fuck you right. eventually, he manages to find the energy.
warnings. 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if youâre a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, iâll find out. female receiving penetration, blonde simon lol, somnophilia, dry humping, pussy smacking, and crying during sex. i am not responsible for your media consumption.
an. :) life sucked so i found a new animated character to obsess over. please comment & reblog if u enjoyed !
When Simon comes back, heâs dog-tired.
As soon as his feet touch the welcome mat of your quaint little apartment, he feels all of his muscles relax â as if theyâre unpinning themselves from his bones â and he has to give himself a pep talk to muster the energy to drag his hand up to ring the bell.
But he doesnât have to, because youâre ripping the door open â shining like the sun â and pulling him into your body, rendering all 6,4 ft and 240 pounds of the super soldier to complete mush.
For five minutes, you donât speak. Just hold him, as you gently rub the corner of his jaw, and brush your fingers through his dirty blonde hair. He clutches you to him.
His fat, paw-like hands hold your upper back, and you hold him with the same vigour. His body â wrapped in his black compression shirt and army pants â is rock solid.
Itâs a weaving of muscles that have been tensed for the last two months. Itâs going to take a minute for them all to soften, but like he always does when heâs been away, Simon lets out a deep and resolute sigh.
The breath warms your neck, causing it to tingle, and you grasp him tighter, your body waking up.
Itâs been a long two months.
He manages to push your intertwined bodies through the doorway, using his boot to kick the door shut. His house smells like home -- funny how you canât smell it until youâve been gone a while.
Vanilla and a citrus fruit, mixed with the savoury scent of his favourite meal. He hums again, and you scratch the back of his head, sending shivers down his locked spine.
He knows the route to your bedroom like the back of his hand, and he maneuvers the pair of you inside.
The curtains are closed and the bed is made. You know him. You know him so well.
You let him push you back onto the bed â a blur of familiar limbs and hair â and he settles lower, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Immediately, you drag your legs up and cross them over the curve of his ass.
Youâre all warm and soft and pliable. Dressed in a pair of simple cotton shorts and a vest top, he wants to grab fistfuls of you and remind himself of how you feel in his palms. Wants to drag his lips over your skin, bully his way between your legs and remind himself of how you taste.
Fuck, he wants you, in a carnal, almost primal sort of way, and you the same. He can smell it. A sweet but sweaty longing that melts from you and causes his senses to wake.
But heâs so God damn tired.
You know. Know this routine. Know that he has to settle back in.
In the meantime, youâll just have to wait.
You fiddle with his hair. âThereâs dinner if you want it,â you whisper into the dark bedroom, looping the strands between your fingers, committing the soft feel to memory.
Simon shuffles just an inch on top of you, but still, the slight movement of his clothes and hard, clenched body against yours makes you take your bottom lip between your teeth.
Itâll be chewed raw by the time he has enough energy to take you. He grunts something into your skin, and after a second, you gather itâs, tired.
His scent clouds you.
When Simon comes back, he always smells the same.
The soap at the barracks is pine scented â shampoo a strict lemon.
But thereâs always a leftover grit to him. A hidden layer the soap canât clean off, and it makes you delirious. Makes you flex your ass up â just an inch, a sweet, gentle inch that has you feeling the hard lines of his thighs and the metal of his zipper, and Simonâs breathing hitches.
You freeze. With your hips pushed tight against his, you stare at the ceiling, hoping that your worn-out soldier hasnât felt you move.
Simon stays quiet. His breathing settles. You go to apologise, but Simon doesnât grumble or make a sly comment. Listening closer to his breathing, you gather that heâs asleep.
Jesus, you think, thatâs a record. Barely in the door and heâs asleep, he must be burnt out. Figuring that you wonât be able to crawl from under his weight, you decide itâs your bedtime too.
Sleep comes fast.
Hours later, you blearily blink awake. Not much has changed â the room is still dark, Simon is still heavy on top of you, yet now, youâre sticking to him with sweat.
Heâs usually a human furnace, but this is different.
Your skin prickles, vibrating at a frequency that has nothing to do with heat. No, this isâŠyou feel a pulsating between your thighs, and wiggle, feeling your slick coating your underwear.
Fuck, why are you so wet? You clench, and the resulting ache forces you to hiss and push your head back against the pillows. What did you dream about? Thinking back, you come up short. Then why--
Simon shuffles on top of you. Itâs a slight movement, but it continues, and all at once, your heart clenches.
Holy fuck, heâsâ
âSimon?â you whisper, and your boyfriend whines into your neck.
âIâm sorry,â he wheezes, the words wet and desperate. The puzzle pieces lock into place.
He knocks his hips into your crotch once more, and you gasp, clenching, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Simonâs apology comes out again, except this time, itâs christened with a âs-shit â fuck.â
Blinking at the ceiling, you huff and try and glance down, and in the dark, you just about manage to see the outline of his burly body grinding into yours.
You take stock of the situation.
Feel his fat palm around your hip, and squinting, see that heâs got your shorts pulled down around your thighs, and has the band of your underwear looped around his fingers.
Jesus Christ. You fall back into the pillows. âHow long have you?â you whisper. âFive â fuck â minutes,â Simon grunts, continuing to roll his thick hips against you. His bulge knocks the edge of your throbbing clit, causing you to gasp again. Thereâs been no build-up to your want, itâs just there, humming electric, and spread tight over your thighs.
Simon meshes his wet mouth against your chest. Heâs tugged your vest top down, too, and his lips close around the skin of your breast. Jesus. He was undressing you as you slept.
âThought about fuckinâ you, but couldnât get my pants down, so â shit -- tired. Jusâ woke up and you were just so fuckinâ soft. And wet, Christ, felt you through my trousers.â
Your whole body goes numb. âYou were gonna fuck me as I slept?â you whisper, belly flipping. Youâd told him â ages ago â that he could, but he hasnât been here. Youâd forgotten.
The image of him pulling your underwear down as you slept streaks across your mind. Imagine waking up with him inside of you, so full and wet and just on the precipice of coming.
Simon grunts. He tugs at the band of your underwear, âIâll fuck you right, at some point. Just ââ
In your delirious state, you manage to finish his sentence, âTired, I know â I know baby.â
You kiss the crown of his head and whimper into his hair. âJust use me until youâre ready.â
Simon groans out deep and loud. It rumbles against your chest. Echoes through your heart, and youâre so turned on that you begin fidgeting.
You try and squirm away from the stifling ache of your pussy, but Simonâs built like a brick shithouse, so you canât run from it, just gotta take it and take it and take it, until you canât anymore, and you break.
Youâre so fucked that you donât even announce that youâre coming, but Simon knows, shit, and as your pussy clenches up tight, he growls low and hard, mumbling, thatâs it, thatâs it, thatâs it, until his movements go sloppy, and his breathing goes laboured, and heâs coming into his pants and mewling your name.
When he finally does manage to get inside of you, he doesnât last long. No, he pushes all the way to the hilt, and you tighten up.
âStayâ you gasp, clenching your pussy around his shaft, and Simon grunts deep and long into your throat.
âS-Stay there,â you moan, then, in case he didnât hear you, âStay,â you whisper, and push the ball of your palm into his thick, scarred shoulder.Â
You were teetering on a knives edge.
Youâve come once since Simon was home, and your second orgasm of his return was right there.
âYouâre so fucking tight,â Simon groans into the shallow of your throat, âDid we do enough prep?âÂ
âYes,â you immediately whisper, not wanting him to pull out.Â
Heâs thick and pulsing inside of you, hard and heavy on top, and God, he kisses at your throat â soft and gentle. You try to swallow down the ball that has swelled in your throat, but tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill.Â
No no no no, you think. Not now. Not now not now. You try to stifle the tears, but you unconsciously sniff, and despite Simon being perfectly still, he still manages to freeze.
âSweetheart?â
You inhale, âYeah?âÂ
Simon looks up; and seeing tears on your cheeks, his face falls, âDid I hurt you?â
You furiously wipe the tears away, shaking your head.
âMâjust overwhelmed,â you whisper, and he presses his forehead against yours, going to kiss you, but the movement causes his hips to flex against you, nudging his cock, and you whine, immediately gripping onto the back of his dirty blonde locks.Â
Simon drops his face into your chest and lets out a pained rasp, âTightening around me, kid.âÂ
You unclench, âmâsorry.âÂ
âGonna come quick.âÂ
âSâokay.âÂ
âIâll fuck you right, just gottaâŠâ he trails off and grabs fist fulls of your hips.
âFuck,â he huffs wistfully, âThis pussy. Missed this fucking pussy.â
You go dizzy with need. Shake your head, and bend to kiss him, tasting his wet and swollen lips. Gently, you knock your hips up into his, and when he lets out a surprised grumble, you flex your hips higher, trying to stuff his cock deeper, further â till you can see it pressing into your belly.
Catching onto your plan, Simon grunts and pushes your hips with his fat palms, pinning your ass to the mattress.Â
âStop,â he orders, and the demand goes straight to your cunt. Jesus. He hasnât been very dominant since his return, and that little instruction has you chomping on the bit.
âWant you, Si.â
âOne stroke and Iâll be fucked.âÂ
âJust gotta practice.âÂ
He chokes on a laugh, muttering, âPractice.âÂ
You try another tactic. Clench around his cock and pout, âWant you to come inside me.â
âFuck,â Simon cuts. You curl your legs back his back and push your foot into the dense muscle of his ass, at the same time rocking your hips up. Simon lets you. Letâs you try and fuck yourself on his cock. With wet lips, you push your mouth into the shell of his ear, shakily uttering his name.
âGonna fill me up, Si?â
âFuckinâ filthy, you know that?â
Simon pulls back, and your heart stutters.
You think heâs going to pull out, until he uses your hips to pull you tight against his cock -- your ass nearly sitting on his thighs. His thick, scarred chest is puffed up.
Cheeks red, and heâs got that animal glint in his pretty eyes.
It knocks you for six.
âWhere you want it?â he asks, and youâre confused, until he presses the heel of his palm into the middle of your tummy.
âShoot my load here, huh?â
Your body goes numb. Eyes white out. It happens so suddenly that it scares you, and youâre a mixture of turned on and frightened, but the fear turns you on even more.
All you can do is blearily look up at him as he slides his paw to the other side of your tummy, âor shoot it here. Fuck it so deep that you can taste it.â
He pretends to think about it. Even hums, before he drags his palm up and stuffs his thumb into your mouth. âOr just directly here, huh?â He snarls a smile, âknow you like it when your mouth is full.â
You suck at his thumb, and tighten your cunt around his cock, causing his mouth to open, and eyes to flutter, and just like that, youâve won.
He comes in record time.
But Simon keeps his promises.
A couple of days later â on the seventh day heâs back -- he fucks you so good, that when you wake up the next morning, you get shy just thinking about it.Â
Lay in bed, staring at the ceiling â your boyfriend fast asleep on your chest -- remembering the debauchery youâd gotten up to the night before.Â
The pair of you are a little tipsy, drunk on beer and wine, but all itâs done is heighten your senses, and made you fully aware of your desires, so much so, that they pulsate behind your eyelids like a migraine.
Simons got you face down, ass up, and as he pushes you face first into the mattress, he presses his thumb against the tight, fluttering hole of your pussy. Â
âGonna let me inside, baby?â
You sink into your thighs and spread yourself wider for him, humming into your crossed arms. Simon watches your pussy spread further, and he canât help himself, he has to slide his thumb deeper.
He presses, just barely pushing the tip of his thumb into your wet hole, and you gasp, trying to chase the feeling by inching back against his fat palm. He laughs at you. âLook at your pussy sucking my thumb in, baby. Wish you could see what Iâm seeing. So fuckinâ sexy.â
You hum, the words making you wetter â dripping over his thumb.
âBeen dreaming of fucking you right, gonna take you whenever I want.â
âOkay,â you whisper, so delirious that youâre not sure what youâre agreeing to. Simon raises a brow,
âYeah?â he asks, tone breathless. Thought heâd get some pushback on that one, but for a second, he forgot that you said the nastiest shit with his dick inside of you.
You nod into your crossed arms, and Simon laughs again, âFree use pussy,â he sounds, then lightly smacks your sodden folds, causing you to flinch, bucking forward.Â
âOh fuck,â you choke, eyes rolling back. Heat ricochets through your crotch and swamps your belly, before settling back in your aching pussy. Once you manage to collect yourself â and it takes a second -- you huff. âBeinâ mean.â
Simon snorts, grabs your hips, then rams the underside of his cock against your pussy, grinning so big that his scars stretch, âdonât know the half of it, babe.âÂ
You sob, real tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Your desire is visceral, enough for you to taste it on your tongue. Simon pulls back, and your slick coats the length of his dick, earning yourself another light smack to your cunt.
âSoakinâ me,â he grunts, and you sob into the sheets. âPlease,â you whisper, then, please please please, and Simon hears your breathing hitch.Â
This time, instead of checking up on you, he chuckles, âCrying again, baby?â
You sniff and wipe your eyes on your wrist, face heating.
âNo,â you mumble, and Simon sighs.
He reads you like a book. Always has. Always will.
âLying to me,â he grumbles, then he steers the uncut head of his cock between your folds, whispering, âLie to me again, and Iâll give you something to cry about,â before bottoming out in one thrust.
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