#like i already knew i had a praise kink but damn she was literally looking at the insides of my mouth with s terrifying looking needle

[lonelychicago]

my dentist calling me good girl today did some things to me that i am so not ready to unpack.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar: feeding my complex

If you know me irl 🎶no the fuck you dont 🎶

This is azriel x reader x feyre x rhys smut. Everything is under the cut. (i'm so nervous posting this omg) 

(3.7K YALL WTF POSSESSED ME)

title is from complex by xana pls listen xana is one of the best artists ive ever heard!

‼️Minors Do Not Interact‼️

(i already know minors are gonna ignore that bc i have common sense)

notes: probably ooc rhys and az. i do not see them as the type to share mates but like, it’s hot. you could see this as wlw fetishization but as a pan/bi/queer woman this is a goddamn wet dream so i approve it. (duh i wrote it) 

This is mainly porn with no plot, but i snuck some in. 

kinks: ass play, tongue sucking, female worship, voyeurism, switching from top to bottom real quick, dirty talk (i tried), praise, oral (fem receiving), mating press, pussy slapping, edging, mentioned past knife play. I think i got it all folks. 

It all started from a dinner with Feyre and Rhysand. Aka your childhood best friend and her husband. You and Feyre dreamed of double dates with your spouses as children and now you finally have it. 

You four occasionally had these dinners, typically once a month. 

After the meal, you four were in the living room area, Azriel was on his second glass of wine, Rhysand and you weren’t drinking. Feyre was on her first glass. The fire was crackling with life, causing the room to warm. 

Then you four began sharing silly secrets. It started with Feyre and Rhysand fucking in paint, which gave your husband ideas. Then you and Azriel admonishing them for fucking in the literal sky. But then they scolded you two for knife play. Especially when they found out Truthteller’s handle was used to fuck you. 

“How did you even grip that?” Feyre asked. 

Azriel smirked, “who said I was the one holding it?”

“Who the hell did you invite to your bed and why wasn’t it us?” Rhysand asked, jokingly but you warmed at the idea. 

“The shadows you fool.” You laughed, sipping your water. “Az pinned me down and sucked my tits while the shadows pinned my legs down and used Truthtellers handle to fuck me. 

They were silent and then, “I love how you have no filter, baby.” Az coughed. 

“So do I. Damn.” Feyre said. “That’s spank bank material.”

You snorted and Rhysand just tipped his glass to you. 

Which then the conversation turned into friends having sex, and then: 

“You mean to tell me, you and my High Lady would have sex?” Azriel asked, surprised clearly. He knew you were into women but it was different knowing the object of your past affections was his close friend and High Lady. 

“I mean, yeah.” You shrugged at your mate. “Two girls that the village wanted nothing to do with. Might as well do each other.”

“And by the way, it was a loving and very respectful relationship. Platonic sex!” Feyre declared from her spot on the couch. 

“Huh.” Rhysand said. “You know, I expected not to like that but…” he trailed off. “The thoughts are nice.”

You snorted and looked at Azriel, who was looking at you with an expression that could only be described as eye-fucking. 

“Are you serious?” You asked him grinning. He had the decency to blush. 

“What?” Feyre asked, looking towards you. 

“He’s into it too!” You laughed. 

Feyre laughed as well, “I mean I don’t blame them. We are quite hot together.” She scooted closer to you on the couch. 

“That we are.” You grinned and clinked your glasses together. 

You all quickly went onto other topics, but you both could tell that the boys just could not stop imagining you two together. 

“Okay, how do we bring you two back to the present?” Feyre asked. 

“What do you mean?” Azriel asked. 

“You two have been acting so weird since we said we used to hook up. So how do we stop that weirdness?” Feyre asked. 

“We just never imagined our wives with equally attractive women.” Rhysand shrugged. 

You gasped, “are you saying I’m as hot as Feyre? That's the best compliment.” 

He was silent. He actually looked sheepish, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and everything. 

“What?” You asked. 

“He’s saying you’re as hot as him.” Azriel said. 

You gasped even louder. “Seriously?!” 

“I mean, you are,” Feyre shrugged. 

“And Feyre is….as attractive as you are, love.” Azriel said. 

“Awww Azzie..” Feyre cooed teasingly. “That's so cute.”

The tips of his ears became bright red. 

Rhysand stuttered out, “it’s just, hard to imagine so…” He trailed off 

You turned and looked at Feyre. “They wanna see us smooch.” You giggled. 

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Come here.” She grabbed your face and pecked you on the lips. 

When you turned towards the boys, they were wide eyed but not satisfied. “You’re blue-balling us.” Rhysand huffed. 

“Oh? You wanna see us do what?”

Rhysand was silent and looked at Azriel then you two. Feyre coaxed, “words baby.” 

“We want to see you two make out.” Azriel ended their misery. “And maybe…” He shrugged. 

“Maybe?” You prodded. You knew exactly what that voyeur wanted to see. But gods, this was fun enough for you. And it was turning you the fuck on. 

“Maybe if it’s hot, then we fuck you both together.” Azriel snapped, but it wasn’t malicious. Your mate snapped when he was flustered, which was rare. So you were eating this shit up. 

“If?” You chuckled. “Baby, it’s gonna be.” 

“Yeah yeah you know you two are hot.” Rhysand muttered. 

You giggled, “then we have to go to bed, don’t we?” You asked Feyre. 

“Duh.” She laughed, downed her drink then grabbed your hand. You both took off down the hallway, the men nearly tripping over themselves to follow you two. 

You two beat them to the bed. You both fell into a heap of giggles as they ran up the stairs. 

“Is it weird if I’ve missed kissing you?” Feyre asked. She threw off her baggy shirt, so her bra was on display. But left her shorts on. “As much as I love Rhys, kissing girls is just.” She kissed the air. 

“I feel the same.” You giggled into your shared air. You shucked your shorts off, revealing the granny panties you were wearing. If you knew this was coming, you would’ve worn a hot set. You left the big tee shirt on. 

“I’m not wearing panties, I wanna leave some mystery.” Feyre said. 

“I would’ve worn a hot set if i knew this was happening.” You laughed, you could hear the boys were close to the bedroom. 

“It’s not fair you look hot in granny panties.” Feyre groaned. 

You laughed as the boys arrived, now the fun could begin. 

“C’mere.” You grinned and Feyre did as well. 

The two of you sat on the bed, facing each other. Your knees touching. Very much aware of your husbands at the end of the bed waiting for you two to kiss. Their heated gazes stroked the inferno that was in your cunt. Throbbing. 

When you and Feyre’s lips met, the world went silent. Kissing Feyre was always like falling into a comfy bed. Soft, plush and safe. As much as you loved Azriel as he was your mate, and you obviously were sexually attracted to men. You also were sexually attracted to women. There was never a worry with Az. He never wanted to invite anyone to the bedroom because he didn’t trust anyone. 

But these, these were two of the people he trusted most. 

Nothing beats kissing a girl.

Your mouths opened for each other, your tongues caressing each other. Lewd sounds were the only sound in the bedroom aside from Azriel and Rhysands heavy breathing. Feyre pulled you against her, your tits rubbing against each other, you wore no bra underneath so the contact caused your nipples to pebble. She ran her hands underneath your shirt, scraping her nails against your back. Your hands wove into her hair and pulled her even closer. Her nails dug into your plush hips. 

She pulled away, “Gods, I missed these hips. Fucking perfection. So soft.” Between each sentence she pressed a kiss to your swollen lips. “Felt even better sitting on my face. Remember that?” 

“Gods how could I forget?” You whispered. You smelled the musky, manly scent of Azriel and Rhysands arousal, you felt your pussy throb at the aroma of them and the sweet smell of Feyre’s mixing.  

You captured Feyres lips between your own. Better than a drug. More addictive and exhilarating. 

You heard rustling and then the sound of clothes hitting the floor. 

You felt warm heat radiate at your back as large thighs cradled your butt and hips. Azriel’s warm hands went around your waist to hold you. He kissed your neck. You felt his cock in bump into your plush thighs. Rock hard. 

How far are we going with this? Rhysand created a link to all of your minds.

As far as you boys would like. This isn’t new for Y/N and I. Feyres throaty laugh echoed in your minds. Safe word? 

Peach. Like Y/N’s ass. Azriel said as he spanked you. 

No ones gonna get possessive and rip out someone’s throat? You asked as your tongue licked down the side of Feyres throat, your teeth scraped her skin. She let out a breathy moan. 

Nobody else I trust to fuck my wife than these two. Azriel responded 

Glad you have so much faith. Rhysand said. Can’t wait to make your wife see the galaxy. 

yeah watch me make your wife come. Was all you said before your fingers dipped into Feyre’s shorts. 

Azriel chose that moment to slip his hand into the back of your panties and spread your ass cheeks with his long thick fingers. Just rubbing outside the tight ring made you quiver. You weren’t a fan of penetration there, but a little bit of ass play never hurt. 

You snuck your hand into her shorts, her smooth, wet pussy was warm and inviting. You wanted to sink into it with your tongue and fuck her so hard she didn’t know her name. But, you’d do that another time, either with Rhys coming down her throat or just watching while Azriel pounded into you from behind, you weren't picky. 

You gathered her slick and brought it up to her clit and continuously rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves. 

Based on the way her thighs clenched around your hand, you knew something was going on in the back. Then you saw the lube in Rhysands hand get thrown onto the bed and knew that she was also getting some ass action.  

“Is he fucking your ass?” You asked her. She groaned. “You got my fingers on your clit, your husbands in your asshole and you’re giving my husband a filthy fucking show? You grabbed her face with your free hand, “open.” You ordered. 

She did so without complaint, her tongue sticking out as you took her tongue between your lips and sucked on it like it was your favorite candy. 

You pulled away long enough to say, “dirty fucking girl.” You saw her eyes roll back into her head as you took her tongue in your mouth again and sucked it. 

You moaned around her tongue as Azriel began pressing harder against your tight asshole. He began rubbing faster. You whimpered. You weren’t afraid to admit that it doesn’t take much to make you finish. But you also have a faster turnaround time than most. It helps that this sight, this situation was the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. 

You let go of Feyre’s tongue. “Wanna sit on my face baby?” You asked Feyre as she pitched forward into your shoulder. “Huh? You can sit on my face while Az fucks me and you can suck Rhys’ cock. How does that sound?” You rubbed her even faster. 

She let out a louder moan as you felt her thighs quiver around your hand. 

“Or maybe you wanna see what the biggest wingspan feels like.” You grinned, you saw Rhys’ eyes flash a stormy violet. “His cock is so thick, baby.” You panted against Feyre’s temple. “You can feel every vein as you bounce. I bet it’d stretch you out so ni-“ 

You were cut off when someone threw you down on the bed. You looked up to see Rhys’ eyes pinning you down. One of his hands pinning both your wrists down. “Azriel.” Was all he said. 

“Yeah?” He asked, still discombobulated from the shift in position. 

“Pleasure my wife out while I eat yours out.” 

Your husband, your mate, let out a dark chuckle. “As you wish, My Lord.” Your mate sent a gentle caress down the bond. It was almost mocking. 

It was fucking hot. 

Rhys let out his beast form enough that his wings spread even wider, his right hand that wasn’t holding your wrist turned into his beast claws. And his cock was a hard rod against your inner thigh. 

“You know, it’s because of you my wife didn’t get to cum.” He said, one single talon cutting your shirt open. The cool air brushed against the swells of your tits. “If you just kept your fucking mouth shut, she would’ve finished.” He scolded as his wife's moans were in the background, you quickly glanced over Rhysand’s shoulder to see Azriel fingering his High Lady. 

“Am I supposed to be sorry?” You cocked an eyebrow. 

You had no idea what possessed you to say that to him. You’re only mouthy with Azriel, but not all the time. 

You were in a brat mood because the next thing you said was, “you mad that out of all of us I got to fuck her first?”

“Are you always this mouthy?” He asked. 

“You have no idea.” Azriel said, taking a break from sucking on Feyre’s tits and fingering her cunt. You were jealous of your husband. Feyre’s tits were spectacular. 

Rhysand pinned your waist down and began mouthing at one of your tits. His tongue circled a nipple and he grazed his canine against it which caused your back to shoot up off the bed. 

You felt Rhysands claws tap your mental shield, you let him in. 

“Praise or degradation?” He switched to the other breast. 

“Both. But, don’t overdo it with the name calling please.” You requested. You were bullied as a kid so name calling is a toughie to navigate. 

“What words are you against?” He then tore the rest of your shirt off completely. The cool air causing goosebumps on your exposed skin. 

“I don’t like being told I'm ‘just a cunt’. Degrade me by roughing me up. Praise my looks while you do it.”

His chuckle echoed in your mind, “oh I can certainly work with that.” 

“These beautiful thighs are meant to be parted.” He said as he trailed down your curvy body. “Curves of a goddess too.” He pulled your granny panties off and threw them somewhere. 

Azriel always told you how beautiful you were, but you weren’t gonna lie, hearing it from a guy like Rhysand was pretty nice too. 

“The prettiest woman I've seen.” Feyre said off in the distance. She was moaning as well. You didn’t know what your mate was doing. But you knew it was good. 

You hummed as he spread your legs, he blew on your clit and the air made your thighs twitch. 

“Your stretch marks are so beautiful.” He said into your mind. 

He licked a stripe between your folds and moaned. He started sloppily eating like a man starved. Your toes were curling, your heels pushing into his shoulder blades and pushing him further into you. Your hands curl into his hair. 

“You taste like fucking heaven. Our perfect, beautiful, otherworldly little slut.” 

“How does it feel knowing everyone in this room has tasted this perfect cunt?” The breath from him speaking felt like ecstasy as it went over your puffy red cunt.  

“Fuck.” Your eyes rolled back. 

He pulls away and you whine, then squeak when he slaps your pussy. “I asked a question.” He was just adding fuel to the flame. 

“It feels so fucking good. Like I'm a God.” You couldn’t help the truth bubbling out. Anything to get his tongue back inside you. Your pussy was throbbing so hard you were sure they could all hear it. You were a greedy little thing. 

“You are a God, you are our God that tastes so fucking good it’s addictive.” He whispered as if the sentence was a prayer. 

He then put his mouth to use. He rolled your bud around with his tongue. Having the raw, targeted motions made you more sensitive. Causing pleasurable shocks to go through your body. 

“Only we get to make you feel like this, only us. You are ours.” 

“Your curves, your plushness, Gods. Perfection.” 

Right as your thighs began to shake, right as your stomach began to clench and twist, he stopped. 

You could not help the whine. Feyre whined too. It seems the boys had planned something. 

The little bitches had edged you both. “She’s ready for you.” Rhysand smirked at your husband, his lips coated in your slick. 

Azriel grabbed your legs and pulled them onto his shoulders so quickly it caused you to yelp. The head of his cock slapping your pussy lips. 

Feyre was then laid right next to you, both men were now on the bed on their knees. 

Realization set in, these bastards were putting you two in mating presses. 

Rhysand bent down to kiss his mate, when he pulled away, she smirked. “You taste so good with Y/N’s pussy smeared all over your lips. My new favorite dessert.” 

Before you could see Rhysands reaction, Azriel pulled your attention towards him. “Look at you being the favorite slut of the group.” 

Your pussy clenched around nothing which caused you to pitifully whine. “You want me to fill that pussy, baby?” Azriel asked. “Show who has the biggest wingspan?” 

“Mhm.” You whined again. 

“Your wish is my command, baby.” 

And together, both him and Rhys, pushed into their wives pussies. 

You let out a guttural moan as the delicious stretch came. Then the feeling of being pleasantly full. Almost to the point of too much. You couldn’t help the tears that came out of your eyes. Since the beginning of the night you’ve been pent up and to finally feel the release and that all the build up was coming to an amazing moment. 

Your cunt greedily sucked him in, as if welcoming him home. “You’ve always been made for me.” You whispered. You two together were truly like a puzzle, the way your bodies reacted to each other was proof of that. 

The fat head of his cock hit your g-spot and the world went white. Your gummy walls felt like heaven to him. And this felt like heaven to you. 

“Fuck.” You moaned as he began pounding into you. He curled in on you, his arms came around to your back and up to your shoulders, holding you in place as his harsh thrusts dove into you. Azriel’s balls were slapping against your ass, a feeling that will never get old. His head going to your neck. 

Sounds surrounded you, Azriels panting against your skin. Azriel and Rhysands grunts. The sounds of skin slapping, gasps and moans that fell from Feyres lips like a prayer. You could feel the sweat from your back clinging to the bedding on top. Azriels breath against your neck, adding to the pleasure. Your nails clawing at Azriels back. 

The bed was moving with all four of you on it. You heard something in the frame snap but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if the bed fell through the floor. 

You turned your head to the side to see Feyre getting pounded into so hard her eyes were rolling back. Rhysand had pinned her hands to the bed with his own and practically flattened her against the bedding. 

It was so fucking hot. 

She turned her head, her mascara smeared and her lips puffy and red. Skin so beautifully flushed. You knew you looked the same to her. Beautiful. You two held eye contact as you were pounded within an inch of your lives, the act alone felt more intimate than kissing. 

All of it together made the rope finally snap. 

You clenched around your husband's cock hard. Hard enough that it caused him to gasp. 

“Fuck, you always clench around me so good, baby. I’m almost there, yeah?” He murmured. Making sure it was okay to continue pounding into your g-spot. 

“Use me, Azriel.” The overstimulation didn’t scare you. It thrilled you. You loved squirting and you were ready to do it. “Use me like a fucking toy.” 

You didn’t know he could thrust harder in the moment, but he did. You held his sweaty head against your neck. It felt like he was going even deeper, which you didn’t know was possible. He bit into the area between your shoulder and neck, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. 

You heard Feyre’s tell-tale noise and then both her and Rhysand finished. You could tell based on their sounds and the smells. 

Then you felt the tingly feeling of when you’re about to squirt. “Az.” You whined and clenched him hard. 

His lips grazed your neck as he spoke. “I know, I’m there.” You felt his cock release and then let yourself go. 

Your pussy clamped down on him so hard he groaned and collapsed on top of you. The release with Az always felt like you were reborn. Free. Cherished. You knew you had absolutely soaked Feyre and Rhysand’s bed, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. 

“Did so fucking good baby.” You said and kissed his temple. 

Rhysand rolled over onto the other side of Feyre, Azriel eventually pulled out of you and just flopped on the other side of you. Rhysand snapped his fingers and all of you were in clean sheets and were clean. Still felt grimy but you could live with it until you could bathe. He had the courtesy to magic a blanket over the four of you. 

The room was silent except for your panting. 

“So.” Rhys began. 

“We’re doing that again right?” Feyre finished. 

“Yeah.” Azriel panted. 

“Fuck yeah.” You agreed. “I already have ideas.” 

Feyre snorted, “of course you do. Can’t wait for you to experience the wonders of Y/N’s perverted mind, babe.” She said and you heard her punch her husband's shoulder. 

Azriel chuckled, “The shadows fucking her with Truthteller was her idea.” 

“Fuck.” 

[tkaulitzlvr]

heyyyyy!! just wanted to start by saying i legit love ur writing so much ur one of my fav TH authors and i legit love seeing and reading ur stories. THEY R SO DAMN GOOD :)

anyways here the request if ur comfy lol IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG AND I NEED SOMEONE TO DO IT PLS QUEEN

soooo basically like 2017 soft dom tom and like we r in a car driving and like reader is rlly horny and hes teasing her LIKE CRAZYYYYY and resting his hand on her thigh and stuff and whispering dirty stuff to her giving her small neck kisses and pecks and like other teasing stuff (LOL IDK WHATEVER U WANT JUST SHIT TONE OF TEASING) and then when they get home he completely ignores reader and acts like it never happened and just acts normal and goes to watch tv on couch but then reader gets RLLY CLINGY and comes over and THEN STARTS TEASING TOM ON COUCH and like reader whispers stuff to him and neck kisses and the tom gets rlly nervous and then he gives up and like eats her out till shes BEGGING HIM TO STOP (so like some overstim) and then they fuck and yeah just smut smut smut. and tom and reader with praise kink and lots of dirty talk pretty pls. <3

HAH SORRY THAT WAS KINDA LONG AND DETAILED BUT YEAH ITS LEGIT MY DREAM STORY. pls only write if ur comfortable but yeah u can add whatever u want that would fit with the story and YEAH PLS MAKE IT GOOD!!! (u will ur amazing) yeah thankyouuuuuuuuu <3 :)

DESPERATE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you can’t contain yourself, basically throwing yourself at tom. he knows it, but wants to make you wait as long as he can, and it drives you crazy. but, he makes you realise that you should be careful what you wish for.

content: smut

a/n: thank u so much anon i’m glad u love my work, and i hope this lives up to ur expectations. also never written for older tom before so thanks for being my first req to write him🙏

he saw the glances i sent his way, the way my legs squeezed together, palms becoming a little sweaty. he noticed my breathing becoming a little erratic, teeth sinking into my bottom lip, feet tapping impatiently against the floor. he knew exactly what i wanted. but, even when i leaned over, running my hands across his inner thighs, closer and closer to his clothed dick, he kept his eyes on the road, knowing that he was driving me crazy, and he liked it.

“thinking of ordering pizza for dinner. you down?” he asks, completely ignoring my hands which are now directly over his crotch, and my eyes on him, filled with desire. he knows exactly what is doing, the slight smirk tugging on his lips telling me that, and i know that he won’t give up his little game yet. i am in for a long night, my eyes set on feeling him inside of me, willing to do literally anything to get that satisfaction, completely aware that he isn’t going to make it easy for me.

but, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease me either.

“mmm, i’d rather have you instead.” i mutter, knowing that he heard me.

we stop at a red light and he turns to me, his eyes dark, a familiar look of lust present within them. that same smirk is still on his face as he slowly leans over, planting a slow kiss just below my ear, his breath tickling the skin as he whispers into it. “who says you can’t have both?”

my eyes widen, the heat between my thighs only increasing, his words quickly causing me to become flustered, my cheeks flushing a light shade of crimson. he sees this, a small laugh escaping his lips as he plants soft kisses at my neck, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the harsh metal of his lip ring as it dances around the skin of my neck, my head tilting to the side to give him better access. his actions are abruptly cut off by the sound of a horn behind us, tom’s head shooting upwards, the traffic lights already having turned green.

he quickly adjusts himself, flashing me a quick wink before pulling his head out of my neck and beginning to drive away. my eyes focus on his hand on the gearstick, the way his veins flex, fingers tightly holding onto it, wanting nothing more for them to be moving inside of me. as if he had read my mind, he removes his hand, placing it onto my thigh, letting it travel further upwards, moving closer and closer to the place i need him most, his head still facing the road as he looks blankly at it as if he isn’t teasing me to the point that i could scream.

he moves his hand flat against me, and my body jerks in shock, his fingers slowly rubbing my clothed clit, he sees the reaction he gets out of me by doing this, smiling to himself before abruptly moving his hand away, returning it to its previous position on the gearstick as i whine in frustration.

“baby why’d you stop?” i sigh, placing my hand over his and trying to move it back over my heat, but he refuses, keeping it set on the gearstick.

“stop acting so impatient, liebe, or you know you won’t get anything. be good for me and maybe i’ll give you what you want, you just gotta wait till we get home, mhm?” he taunts, watching the way i quickly nod my head, smiling at my obedience, placing his hand back on my thigh, torturing me as his thumb begins slow movements over it.

so i stayed put, trying to distract myself literally however i could, the drive home seeming like hours as each second wasted time, time that could be spent with him inside of me. the teasing never stopped, tom kissing my ear, neck, collarbone, cheek, anywhere his lips could access whenever we stopped at a red light, promising that he’d give me what i so desperately needed once we got home. so i held on, restricting myself, his words keeping me going, acting as motivation as the reward of holding back was completely worth it.

a sigh of relief escapes my parted lips once he turns onto our driveway, my hands scrambling to undo the seatbelt, literally unable to contain myself at this point. tom however, takes his time, not stepping out of the car until i have reached the front door, unable to get in as he pulls the key from his pocket, slowly unlocking the door. i expect him to move onto me the second we walk in, pushing me against the wall, attacking me with kisses, showing me that he meant his promise, but he does the opposite.

he slowly kicks his shoes off, walking into the kitchen as i stand there, pissed off and feeling completely let down. i join him in the kitchen as he stands on his phone, leaning against the counter, a smile forming on his lips once he sees me walk in.

“what pizza do you want babe? i’m feeling like pepperoni.” he utters those words so nonchalantly, as if the things he had said to me, the way he had touched me in the car were all figments of my imagination. i mumble a small ‘get me anything, i don’t care’, before trudging to the living room, sexually frustrated, completely done with his teasing.

he joins me soon after, patting my thigh gently as he sits beside me, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the channels as if i wasn’t sat next to him, bored and desperate. i had reached my breaking point.

“tom…” i trail off, leaning towards him, my lips pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck, taking note of the way his breathing begins to quicken, knowing that i am slowly getting to him. but he doesn’t show it yet, his expression still blank, eyes still set on the tv in front of him.

“baby…” i mutter against his skin, my hand reaching for his crotch, palming him as a low groan emits from his now parted lips. he shuffles in his seat a little, adjusting himself and clearing his throat. still nothing. i reach underneath his t-shirt, my fingers tracing his abs, feeling every muscle, lips still attached to his neck. he doesn’t give in, keeping me waiting, which only frustrates him even more, but i can feel him slowly giving in, only motivating me more.

“please, i promise i’ll be good…” i slowly say, looking upwards at him before climbing onto his lap, straddling him as he has no choice but to look into my eyes. “i’ll be so good…”

i repeat my words, dipping my head so that it is underneath his chin, kissing his neck once again, sucking gently on the skin as i try to leave marks. but i am not finished yet. i slowly begin to grind against his clothed dick, moving back and forth at a teasingly slow pace. it doesn’t take long for his hands to grip at my hips, completely stopping my movements. bingo.

“so fucking impatient.” he mumbles, switching us around in one swift motion as he lays me on the couch, moving on top of me and messily colliding his lips with mine. “couldn’t wait at all could you, hm?”

i say nothing, too busy focusing on the way his lips move against mine. he clearly isn’t wasting anytime as i feel his hands move to my leggings, hooking his fingers around the hem, tugging them and my panties down, raking them down my legs and throwing them carelessly onto the floor. my own hands scramble for his t-shirt, taking it off of him and letting it find the pile of clothes on the floor, my own t-shirt and his pants following, only his boxers between us.

he reconnects our lips as a quiet ‘please’ escapes from my mouth, wanting more than just a kiss, having waited all night for this.

“please what? you know you have to use your words schatz.” he teases, his forehead against mine, waiting for me to speak.

“need you to touch me.” i whine, my hands finding his neck as i play with the loose strands of hair, watching the way he nods his head, seeming satisfied with my answer.

he crawls downwards, kissing each part of my body as he does so, nipping gently at the skin, enjoying the way my breathing is fast and heavy, low whines escaping my mouth. he reaches my inner thighs, still planting small kisses, one hand on each leg as he forces them both apart, letting his head rest in-between them, stopping his motions and looking upwards at me, his eyes meeting mine.

“you sure?” he asks, knowing full well what my answer is, using his breath to ask such a pointless question, knowing that it will only get me more riled up.

“yes tom just- fuck! touch me, ple-.” i sigh out, my pleading soon cut off when i feel his tongue delve into me, my mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as i my hands find their way into his hair, pushing him further into me.

“oh my god!” i cry, feeling his tongue hit all the right spots inside of me, knowing that it won’t take long for the familiar knot to form in my stomach, his teasing meaning that the smallest of touches had the biggest effect on me. he groans against me, the bass in his throat sending a vibration through me, yet another moan spilling from my lips, his name never being said this many times before.

his pointer finger finds its way to my clit, rubbing slow circles whilst his tongue continues to drill inside of me, my release building up inside of me.

“getting close. don’t stop, oh my god please don’t stop!” i beg, my hands lost within the thick strands of brunette hair, the previous tidy bun messy thanks to me, but he didn’t seem to mind, only focused on feeling me get to my end.

his tongue touches my g-spot, a high pitch moan unlike no other i had uttered coming from the back of my throat. he picks up on this, directly hitting that spot over and over, my vision clouding, eyes rolling to the back of my head, way too lost in pleasure to process the fact that the knot in my stomach had released, tom swallowing all of my juices. i expect him to stop, my chest heaving up and down, coming down from my high, every part of me sensitive, but he keeps going at a fast pace - if not quicker than before.

“too much! can’t take it.” i breathe out, my thighs squeezing against his head, careful not to apply too much pressure, but he only smiles against me, completely ignoring my pleas.

“you wanted me to touch you.” he mutters into me, replacing his mouth with his fingers so he can speak more clearly. “so that’s what i’m gonna do schatz.”

and he sticks to his words, his tongue moving back inside me, the overstimulation quickly taking over, my entire body jolting when he hits the sensitive spots inside of me, unable to take the pleasure.

“please…i can’t…too much…”

my words are incoherent, not able to form full sentences as i feel another release building up.

“not stopping until you say the word baby.” he mumbles against me, referring to our safe word that i have only had to use once. he knows that i won’t say it, secretly enjoying the pleasure despite the pain that comes with it, taking all of it in. “you can give me one more, doing so well.”

i take in every single word of praise he gives me, using it to work through the pain, focusing on the pleasure, using it to guide me to my release, my eyes squeezing shut, head falling backwards as it takes over, my back arching off of the couch, this one much more powerful than the last. he swallows everything, planting a few kisses on my lips as i wince, completely spent. my body lays limp on the couch, his moving upwards so that he is hovering above me. he kisses me softly, his thumb reaching upwards and wiping a few tears that i hadn’t even realised had fallen.

he sits up, taking his boxers off, stopping them at his knees, not even bothering to fully remove him. he lifts my body, sitting me on top of him so i am straddling him.

“you did so well baby. you think you can handle just one more, for me?” he asks, running his hands up and down my hips, watching as i tiredly nod my head, a small smile spreading across his face.

i position myself onto him, slowly sliding downwards as he fills me up.

“fuckkkk.” he drags out, his head falling backwards and resting on the top of the couch, his hands tightly holding my hips, fingers digging into the flesh.

i stop about halfway, feeling completely full, not sure how i will be able to take all of him. he sees that i am struggling, kissing my cheeks gently , moving down to my collarbone.

“you feel so good baby, keep going, you’re almost there. shit- so fucking good.”

low groans escape his mouth as i nod my head, continuing to sink onto him until i am fully sat on him, my mouth dropping open, wincing a little at the pain, his fingers nothing compared to the size of him. i place my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as i begin bouncing up and down, tom moaning loudly, his hands never leaving my hips, watching me move on him.

“so fucking tight, oh my god…” he sighs out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as i speed up my movements, whining as he hits a totally new angle, never feeling so good, so full before.

his forehead glistens with sweat, muscles flexing every time he squeezes my hips, his fingers leaving marks into my skin, but i don’t complain, the feeling only increasing my stamina. my walls clench around him unconsciously, tom groaning whenever i do it, the feeling only bringing him closer to the edge.

“just like that.��� he groans, his voice deep. “yeah, shit baby- feels so good.”

after my two orgasms, it doesn’t take me long to become tired, my movements slow and sloppy. my body collapses onto his chest, frustrated as i am getting close, unable to get there myself. he notices this quickly, beginning to thrust upwards into me, loud moans echoing throughout the room as i try my best to meet his movements, rotating my hips a little, feeling him deeper inside me than i ever have before.

“i’m close. don’t stop.” i manage to say, messily colliding his lips with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth whilst his strokes remain strong and deep, hitting all the right spots.

“me too baby.” he mutters between kisses. “almost there, you’re doing so so well.”

his dick twitches inside of me as he thrusts in and out a few more times, before his cum shoots into me. his head quickly falls backwards, eyebrows furrowing, mouth falling open as a long groan falls from it, his release triggering my own as i clench around him for the last time. he thrusts a few more times, riding out our highs, our heavy breathing and skin slapping together the only thing sounding throughout the quiet room.

he kisses my lips once more, pulling apart as his forehead leans against mine, arms holding me within his embrace, skin pressed together.

“you did so good meine liebe. took me so well.” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath as i am unable to respond, totally worn out, my body weak as it rests in his for support.

his lips gently kiss my forehead, one hand running through my hair whilst the other gently strokes my back, his breathing calming down as he utters sweet nothings in my ear until i fall asleep within his embrace, completely exhausted.

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[anchoeritic]

★ — GOD IS FAIR, SEXY NASTY !

ABBY ANDERSON + FEM!READER

SYNOPSIS: where it took a lot more than just a 'please' to have abby finally relieve the ache sitting between your thighs.

WARNING: eighteen plus only content. minors do not interact. dominant abby, oral (reader rec.), praise kink, fem. directed terms (girlfriend, good girl, etc.), lowercase writing.

IT WAS NO SECRET that abby was more of a giver than a receiver. whatever her partner gets off to, she gets off to it too.

whether it’s stuffing her face between your thighs, nipping love bites down your stomach.. every moan of yours was pleasurable to her.

one thing she absolutely loved? giving you head. it was her most favourite thing in the world. if it could be her last meal, it would be. that woman is most definitely skilled.

the way your body wouldn’t be able to stay still whenever her hands were roaming across, trailing down your skin as they finally grip at the bottom of your thighs. she’s tugging you closer to her, making your clothed pussy hit right at her hips.

“what’s on your mind, baby?” abby’s mumbling out to ask you, “use your words ‘nd tell me what you need.” her grip was firm on your thighs, fingers softly digging into you. your panties would be beyond soaked at this point, dripping through the thin lace fabric.

“need you, abby.. shit, i want you.” your face flushes out a warm feeling, too embarrassed to finish your train of thought. your body is sprawled out on the mattress, bare in all its glory with the exception of your flimsy pair of panties hanging on your hips.

she finds your humiliation entertaining. god, you looked like such a dumb baby trying to spit out your wants and needs. all you needed was to ask, but she wanted you to beg.

“keep going…” she stares down at you, waiting for you to continue. “let me hear you beg like the good girl you are, yeah?”

“touch me, please. i’m all yours.” abby’s hand laid flat on your thighs, tapping on you softly as your sweet pleads filled her eardrums. “been achin’ all day for you, let me have this.”

it didn’t take long for her fingers to find the thin strings of your panties, pulling down the lace to reveal your sopping cunt, all wet for her.. and only her. the sight in front of her only made the ache between her thighs grow, becoming almost needier than her girlfriend.

she could just consume you whole, at this point. with the way you were staring down at her; all teary and needy. she could’ve had them start streaming down your cheeks in no time. have you all flustered and humiliated.

“been waiting all day, huh? bet you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” she almost laughed down at you, imagining how pathetic you’d look trying to please yourself with your fingers. she knew they could never compare to hers, or her tongue.

she was right, though. you really couldn’t resist trying to pleasure yourself. but with everything you did, you never came close to reaching your high.

every thought you had of abby, every scene replaying in your head of last night, it still couldn’t help you. she was the only one that could.

leaning in closer, she could feel the heat radiating off of your cunt. the fabric wasn’t thick enough to hold her off as she let her tongue lay flat on the surface of the centre. the wet spot on your panties grew bigger, abby’s tongue covering your entire pussy through your panties.

“oh, f—fuck..” if it wasn’t for her hands holding you down by your hips, you would’ve started rocking them against her. she felt your hands gripping at her head, holding onto her hair for dear life. she hadn’t even started and already had you damn near on the edge.

a long stripe down your panties. that’s what it took to have her name fall from your lips, quivering the last syllable. “ab—by, abby, oh my god.”

your head was thrown back waiting for her to continue, eyes fully shut as you only saw darkness. but as much as you saw nothing, you felt everything at the tip of her tongue. quite literally, in this case.

“look at me, baby,” she mumbles against your cunt, “let me see those eyes as i fuckin’ devour you.”

obeying, your eyes fluttered back open to see hers already staring up at you; cold and dark. only that look could send you over the edge. staring into your soul while her tongue is about to be into you.

“such a pretty pussy, mm..” moving your panties aside with her thumb, she took a good look at your pussy in front of her. licking her lips, she looked back up at you with a wide grin. “and she’s all mine, isn’t she?”

[whatdudtheysay]

Annoying Roommate Gojo

(Pt 3)

Cw - breeding, threesome, oral (m+f), spanking, degrading+praise kink, unprotected sex, sloppy sex, (sight use of y/n) - .

Context - some students in a younger year are having a house party...Gojo and Getou being mutual friends of them obviously go as a kind gesture....but the night makes things more interesting

A/N - sosoosos sorry this took so long. I literally made the fic all the way up to the nsfw and all of a sudden Tumblr decided to delete the draft n I got so frustrated I needed a therapy break ★ enjoy ❤︎ THIS IS VERY FILTHY

Part 1 ≈ Part 2 | outfit inspo |

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Gojo didn't feel like going out tonight but here he was in some random kids house. Well to be exact, one of the college freshmen he was friends with - megumi, had a friend of a friend who was hosting tonight's party since his parents were out of town .

Not wanting to be rude and dismiss the invitation, he got dragged into this and so here he was, staring into a cup of fruity alcohol whilst different girls came and passed after he told them he wasn't in the mood.

After finishing a drink, Gojo was about to go get another but Getou approached him.

"bored? You look like a socially awkward twelve year old at a birthday party." Getou teased as he placed a hand on Gojo's shoulder.

"fuck off Suguru." Gojo muttered, placing his empty cup down and then going to fold his arms as he scanned the crowd.

"Well.... If you're looking for y/n-" Gojo's ears picked up on your name. "She actually wanted me to come find you...says she wants to talk to us."

Gojo gave getou a hard side glance before turning to him. "About?"

Getou smirked, knowing he'd already got Gojo hooked just by mentioning you.

"Well, I don't know...but you could find out if you follow me."

Gojo pretended to act hesitant but deep down inside he knew damn well he wouldn't give this up. Eventually, after keeping up his charade he finally nodded and Getou smiled, turning and leading Gojo through the crowd of people who'd attended.

As they walked upstairs, the music downstairs faded and soon enough, Getou stopped outside a door down the hall, motioning for Gojo to enter. Gojo lightly rolled his eyes and pushed the door open, revealing you sat on the bed. Almost all the blood in him rushed south when he saw you wearing that outfit...the way it effortlessly clung to you sensually and enounced your beautiful body almost had him seeing stars.

"Oh– I'm surprised you actually came." You smiled, leaning back against the bed, your hands steadying yourself.

"He was...hesitant." Getou spoke up, closing the door behind them.

Gojo raised a brow. "Why am I here?"

You sighed and got off the bed, walking up to Gojo and Getou.

"Oh, C'mon Gojo.." you sighed, letting your hand slide up his chest, his breath hitching slightly under your touch. "Don't need to be so uptight."

Getou walked around behind you, a hand slipping down your waist, making your hand fall and move to place over his.

"I've been thinking a lot...about you...and Getou.." you hummed, watching Gojo thoughtfully. "And I was thinking...you both made me feel really good...but I can't choose."

Gojo raised an eyebrow again as he watched you pout teasingly.

"So...I want you both." You concluded, smiling when Getou began to rub your waist and dip his head against your neck, kissing your skin softly.

"both?" Gojo asked again as if he didn't know what you meant.

You nodded. "Both...at the same time."

Gojo's mouth parted slightly and you giggled whilst Getou smirked.

"What? Don't tell me you wanna just sit and watch like last time?" Getou taunted, his hands moving up to the straps of your dress. "I wouldn't mind though...I don't usually like sharing."

Gojo grit his teeth whilst he watched you both.

"Like hell I am." Gojo spat, walking closer to close the distance.

Gojo leaned down and kissed the other side of your neck, causing you to gasp lightly, whilst Getou just smirked at Gojo's reaction, his hands moving to grope your ass.

As Gojo continued kissing and biting your neck, leaving deep marks against your flesh while Getou pushed your dress up to your hips, pulling down the pink thong you'd worn tonight, letting it pool at your ankles before pushing two thick fingers into your mouth.

"Be a good slut and get them nice and wet for me." Getou whispered.

You nodded and quickly sucked his fingers eagerly, swiping your tongue over his fingers to lubricate them the best you could. Once Getou was satisfied he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, pushing them against your clit.

Gojo helped hold you up once you jolted from the sudden stimulation, drinking in the reaction of your mouth hanging open, letting a few small moans and whines spill from your glossed lips.

Getou smiled at your reaction. "So sensitive, hm baby?" He then stopped rubbing your clit and glanced at Gojo. "Wanna feel Satoru's tongue on your pussy, baby?"

You quickly nodded and Getou smirked, nodding towards the bed and Gojo followed through. They both led you to the bed, your heels falling off as Getou helped you get rid of your dress, your nipples pebbling once exposed to the sudden coolness of the room.

Gojo didn't waste anytime and spread your legs whilst Getou took one of your breasts into his mouth, the other being fondled by one of his large hands. You whimpered as Getou grazed his teeth against your hardened nipple whilst Gojo watched you closely. Without wasting another second, Gojo leaned down and licked a fat stripe against your slit, causing you to jolt and moan suddenly.

Getou watched with a smug look as Gojo began to go down on you, his tongue eagerly lapping up the arousal that had begun to seep out of you as a product of Getou's prior teasing.

Getou let your nipple slip from his mouth as he watched you moaning and squirming under him, his hands moving to hold you down, ensuring you took what Gojo had to give.

"You like it baby? Like when satoru licks your cunt, hm?" Getou asked lowly, moving to leave hickeys against your neck.

You nodded, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watched Gojo glancing up at you, his eyes blown with pure lust as he continued to suck your clit before moving his tongue down to your entrance, pushing his tongue deeply into you.

Getou smirked once he saw you throw your head back against the sheets, arching your back as Gojo continued to lick and suck your throbbing cunt, his fingers dipping into his own mouth momentarily before he pushed them with ease into your hole.

"So pretty baby..." Getou praised, kissing your neck softly, a pure contrast to the rough pump of Gojo's fingers inside your pussy.

You whimpered and gripped the sheets tightly as Gojo continued to lick and suck and fuck you with his fingers and tongue, while Getou moved away from your neck to tease and twist your nipples, watching as your face contorted in pleasure.

"Satoru–" you gasped, making gojo look up at you, his fingers curling up against your sweet spot when he heard you call him by his first name.

Gojo continued to lap at your clit almost hungrily before switching, pulling his fingers out of you to rub at your aching bud whilst his tongue moved to lick up your dripping arousal.

"Shit– I'm gonna cum." You shakily cried, your hands moving to grip Gojo's snow white hair whilst Getou moved a hand to rest against your abdomen, pressing hard against your abdomen to watch you squirm.

"Go on then, pretty...cum for us." Getou whispered against you.

You finally let go once Gojo curled his tongue against that spot that had you seeing stars, your hips rolling against Gojo's mouth eagerly as you came against his tongue, riding out your orgasm against him eagerly.

Once the overstimulation finally set in, you shook lightly and gasped as Gojo continued to lap at your wetness, your hands weakly pushing against him while whimpering out pleas.

Gojo finally sat up, licking his fingers before doing the same with his mouth, groaning at the taste of your arousal buzzing on his tongue.

Getou watched as Gojo pulled off his shirt, his hands then moved to his belt. You panted whilst watching through half lidded eyes as you watched Gojo pull down his pants and briefs, revealing his cock that was painfully hard and leaking with precum.

Getou's hand then helped you sit up. "Be a good girl and suck Gojo off, ok baby?"

You nodded and moved closer to Gojo's hard cock, giving his tip a few kitten licks, his pre cum coating your tongue before you finally took his tip into your mouth, looking up to see Gojo's eyes flutter lightly as he felt your hot mouth envelop him.

At first, you were going to go slow to get used to Gojo's size but having other plans, Gojo pressed against the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock, not stopping until he heard your first few gags, letting him know when to pull you back off. Getou watched with a dark lust as he watched Gojo fuck your throat, his own hands moving to pull off his belt and shirt, discarding them somewhere in the room before doing the same with his pants and briefs.

Getou then walked towards you two. Through teary eyes, you could see Getou coming to your side, stroking his cock. Gojo noticed getou and pulled you off his cock, not even allowing you to catch your breath before he forced you to suck Getou off. Getou let out a deep moan as he felt your mouth suddenly against his dick, letting out deep groans as he felt your tongue sliding against his underside, his hips jolting into your mouth, making you gag more.

You tried to accommodate to the sudden size change. While Gojo was thinner and longer, Getou was equal in length but on the thicker side. Gojo stroked himself as he watched you struggle to take Getou to his base, letting out a shaky moan as he felt himself getting closer just from watching. Getou noticed and gently pulled you off, letting you actually catch your breath as you looked up at both of them and then at their painfully hard cocks.

Getou glanced at Gojo but he shook his head, relaxing onto the bed before pulling you to straddle him.

"if I'm gonna cum–" he panted, making you hover your hips before lining himself up with your dripping entrance. "It's gonna be in this slutty pussy."

You let out a loud moan as Gojo entered you all at once, your walls stinging as Gojo fucked his hips up onto you, your hands moving to rest on his chest whilst Gojo steadied you by holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

Whilst Getou watched him fucking up into you you ride him, he continued stroking himself, groaning in pleasure as he watched before a devilish smirk wavered over him. He walked to Gojo's side, resting a knee on the bed. As Gojo felt the shift in weight, he looked up and saw Getou on top, stroking himself over him.

"Be good and say 'ah'" Getou teased.

Gojo didn't know what came over him, but he found himself opening his mouth, letting Getou's wet cock slide down his mouth. You moaned whilst watching, your walls squeezing Gojo in almost a voice grip as you grinded yourself down against him, biting your lip as you watched Gojo suck Getou off. Getou noticed you watched and his smirk widened.

"Feeling left out baby?" He asked, delivering a hard spank against your ass, the recoil making him groan and thrust deeper into Gojo's mouth. "C'mon. Keep riding Satoru's cock like a good slut."

You nodded and continued riding Gojo, Getou biting his lip in response before leaning over and sloppily kissing you, your mouths parting slightly to swirl your tongues against each other before your lips met again. Gojo's hips involuntarily buckled into you as he saw this, groaning around Getou's cock whilst his tongue lapped whilst more precum leaking into his mouth.

"Fuck–" Getou cursed deeply once he pulled away from your lips, his shallow thrusts becoming deeper as he felt the ignition of his upcoming orgasm push into full gear. "So close, Satoru-" he grunted deeply.

You whined as you continued watching them. "Shit- 'm close too,"

Gojo let out a muffled grunt, making Getou chuckle breathlessly. With one more roll of your hips and a sudden jolt of Gojo's hips, you moaned and clamped your eyes shut as you came, your nails digging into Gojo's hips as he continued fucking into you more frantically as he chased his own climax. Getou groaned above him as Gojo's tongue moved quicker. Getou then let out a deep moan, finally releasing deeply into Gojo's mouth, causing Gojo's brows to furrow at the sudden feeling of Getou's seed filling his mouth, forcing himself to squeeze his eyes shut and swallow it. Gojo wasn't even sure if he was turned on from sucking Getou off or if it was because of your hips still grinding against him but he eventually followed suit and came, releasing thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy.

You let out a shaky gasp as Gojo filled you up, your hips moving more whilst your walls continued spasming around his cock in your post orgasmic bliss, milking more of his cum out whilst Gojo's hands dug deeper against your hips.

Finally, Getou slipped out of Gojo's mouth, both of them panting whilst you watched them, your eyes still lidded.

Getou walked over to you and gave you another sloppy kiss before helping you off Gojo's cock, letting you lay down on your back, spreading your legs once more.

"Fuck–" Getou groaned as he pushed his tip teasingly against your entrance, easily being able to slide inside, Gojo's cum pouring out of you as a result.

Getou immediately started at a rough pace, barely giving you time to adjust properly before he was already pounding into your pussy, causing your breasts to jolt as you let out a string of loud moans and whines.

Gojo watched as Getou immediately began pounding you, his cock already hardening at the sight. He walked to the other side of the bed, towering over you. Once you saw his cock getting harder you mewled, your back arching as Gojo's hand moved to grope one of your breasts, his other stroking himself again, ignoring the screaming sensation of overstimulation.

"Gonna fuck your throat now, princess. Think you can take me again?" Gojo asked as he twisted one of your nipples.

You whimpered and moaned softly as you nodded, trying not to let your mind slip as Getou continued pounding into you.

Gojo wasted no more time, pushing his cock into your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as Gojo fucked your mouth with almost as much force as Getou's hips snapping against yours. Both of them let out a series of groans and grunts as they used your body to please themselves.

"Shit– So fucking tight even though you got fucked by satoru, hm?" Getou grunted, his hands tightening at your waist as he fucked into you with need. "Such a good tight cunt."

You moaned around Gojo's cock as a response, causing him to jerk his hips deeper into you, his hips moving faster once he heard your light gags.

"Fuck, pretty girl- your throat is so good– so fucking tight." Gojo sighed, revelling in the way you licked his tip anytime he pulled out or the way your throat tightened even more when his hands groped your tits even harder.

Getou continued his rough assault against your cervix, his thumb moving to rub against your clit, smirking as your body squirmed and tried to move away from the sensation, your walls hugging him tightly.

"So fucking good for us baby. Gonna let me cum in your pussy, hm? Gonna swallow all of Satoru's cum?"

You eagerly nodded and sucked Gojo's cock harder, paying extra attention to his swollen tip that had his eyes rolling back. After enduring a few more hard thrusts, both of them came almost at the same time, the feeling of Gojo shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat and Getou pushing his hips deeply against you, spilling out a string of curse words as he came deep inside your abused cunt.

The combination of feeling them both releasing so deep inside you pushed you over the edge, letting out muffled moans around Gojo's cock that had him shivering whilst your walls milked getou hungrily, his grip on your hips tightening as he resisted the urge to start fucking into you again.

After you finally calmed down, Gojo pulled his cock out of your mouth, a light drawstring of cum and saliva connecting you both before It finally snapped. Getou did the same, pulling his cock out of your pussy, his fat tip slapping against your clit, causing you to jolt and whine, earning you a chuckle from Getou.

Gojo moved to Getou's side between your legs. You looked at them both, your body still shaking. They shared a glance before leaning down and spreading your legs wider, a gasp coming from your swollen lips as they both began eating the mixture of all of your aftermath out of your cunt, both of their tongues hungrily moving against your hole to take in the filthy product you'd all made. You moaned shakily, trying to endure the overstimulation as they continued eating you out, only stopping when they'd cleaned you completely.

Once they finally stopped, they each placed a small kiss against your clit before sitting up. Getou licked his lips whilst Gojo laid beside you, pulling you against him whilst he kissed you, letting you taste the lewdness of what had just conspired. Getou watched and laid on your other side, cupping your cheek and pulling you to his side to kiss you messily.

After he let you go, you all laid on the bed, panting.

Gojo let his eyes flutter shut and eventually felt himself falling asleep.

Sadly this was all short lived when he heard an annoying shout of his name. Gojo shot up and rubbed his eyes, looking around before hissing. He looked down at his crotch and was shocked to see a blanket and a tent in it.

Frantically, he looked around and saw he was...in bed? His room door opened to reveal you wearing...that same dress.

You had an annoyed look on your face and rolled your eyes. "Geez, satoru! I called you like ten times and you're still not up!? You said you'd drive me to the party tonight."

Gojo groaned loudly and ran a hand through his messy bed hair when he realised it was all a dream. A very erotic one. He looked back down at his huge bulge whilst you continued mouthing off on him.

Silently, Gojo got up, watching as you continued running your mouth. Once he got closer, you stopped talking and held your breath once Gojo cornered you against his wall.

"Two things sweetheart. One, we aren't going to the party. Two, call Getou to come over." Gojo whispered.

"I have a few other plans we can get up to tonight..."

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[nekomacheercaptain]

This is a small birthday gift for @standfucker !!! Happy birthday! 🥳

Reader is in an established relationship with Killer, and he asks her what she wants for her birthday. She admits a sexual fantasy where she’s used by two men —> Kid joins, and safeword and rules are established offscreen

Pairing: Killer x fem! reader x Kid

Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW

Word count: 4,5K

Content: female reader, rough sex, threesome,, double penetration, choking, hair pull blowjob, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, creampie, nipple worship, marking,, buttplug, anal sex, dacryphilia, light bondage (Kid using his metal arm to restrain you), dom / sub dynamic, dom! Killer, dom! Kid, sub! reader

“It’s almost your birthday, baby,” vibrations surged across your neck at his words, and you grew giddy on his lap, “and you haven’t said a word about your wish.”

You sighed, hands busy playing with his thick mane of hair, “I don’t need anything with you like this.”

He scoffed. “Good try, but you’re getting something, you’ve been quiet these past few weeks,” damn him being so observant, “tell me what you want.”

He pulled away, but not before he cupped your face while stroking his thumbs lovingly across your cheeks. His deep blue eyes, mysterious just like the ocean, locked gaze with yours, even through his disheveled bangs.

Your hands wrapped around his thick forearms, stroking his skin, “It’s nothing really, you don’t have to get me any-“

“Y/n,” oh god, anything but that, “I can tell you’re hiding something.”

And with those eyes he knew were your kryptonite, you couldn’t hold in your… fantasy any longer. The fantasy of being used by him and someone else in the rawest and most genuine sense of the word. And just maybe that someone else was the captain of the ship and your boyfriend’s best friend.

“Okay, fuck it,” noting the way you mentally prepared to tell him, he was quick to reassure you with a small peck on your nose, knowing how it always made you laugh. If even only a little.

“It’s fine, princess, whatever you want, it’s fine, okay?” 

The both of you sighed as he pushed his forehead against yours, just breathing in sync before you answered him.

“Okay…”

“So,” and once again you could see his eyes, expectant as they looked for something to uncover in yours, “I have this fantasy….”

You almost regretted opening this conversation with Kid sitting across from you with his hand behind his head on the wall and his feet tossed on the table, a huge, disgusting grin covering his entire face.

“Desperate for my dick, huh?”

“That’s literally not what I said.”

“Oh, doll, you didn’t have to say it for me to know,” he lowered his head, looking at you like a predator would lock its eyes on a prey, “those eyes of yours haven’t been able to resist me.”

And he knew he got you when your eyes widened, his head back to rest against his hands, looking down at you past his nose, and he clicked his tongue.

“You haven’t been discreet, doll,” nothing would have pleased you more than to rub the cocky smirk off his face, “I wasn’t even thinking of any birthday gifts, but if my dick down your throat is all you want, who am I to say no?”

And he laughed when you rolled your eyes, though a small wave of warmth pooled down to your core at the thought of being on your knees in front of your captain.

“We’re going to establish some rules first,” Killer finally spoke next to you, seeing how Kid was already far beyond undressing you with his eyes, “so babe, tell him what you had in mind.”

And for the next hour you had to pretend like your panties weren’t drenched because of confessions of fantasies in explicit detail before boundaries, rules and a safeword were in place. All that was left to do was wait for your big day.

“He’ll be here soon,” Killer traced his lips softly over your neck while his hands fondled your breasts over your shirt as he sat behind you, chest against your back, “there’s still time to pull back, in case you don’t want to anymore.”

“And risk him calling me a pussy?” you laughed, melting against his touch with a sigh, “Not a chance.”

He grumbled in response, wanting you to take it seriously, “Remember your safeword?”

“Mhm”

“Say it”

You placed your hands over his, forcing him to squeeze your boobs harder, “Curry. There, happy?”

“Very,” one of his hands slid down your body before gripping your thigh, spreading your legs apart to press his fingers against your clothed cunt, reveling in the small moans that escaped your lips, “Gonna be good for us today? We’re being nice to indulge in your fantasy, after all.”

“Mhm,” suddenly words couldn’t muster inside of your brain as his fingers rubbed up and down your slit before easily finding your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Killer quickly let his freehand grasp your chin, threatening to choke you if it went lower, and his voice was dark as he whispered into your ear, “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, Kil, I’m gonna be good!”

Killer smirked against your skin before peppering kisses onto the corner of your neck, his hand falling from your chin to play with your breast once again.

It didn’t take long until Killer’s fingers pulled your panties aside to dive into your pussy. The sounds of squelching and your moans built up quickly and bounced off the walls, before your ears instinctively perked up at the sound of heavy steps approaching.

“You’re ready?” Killer’s breath was hot against your skin, using both of his hands to spread your legs in his lap, preparing Kid to a welcoming sight once he came through the door.

With eager nods and vocal consent, Killer whispered into your ear again, words meant to be shared only between you two, “Happy birthday, princess.”

The footsteps stopped outside of your door before the captain came barging in, about to say something stupid before he stopped in his tracks at the view of you; disheveled hair, a thin layer of sweat covering your exposed skin, and your legs spread wide with Killer’s fingers once again fucking you slowly as they were covered in your slick.

“Oh fuck me, the birthday party has already started?” Kid wore an expectant smile and hungry eyes as he took in the scene displayed in front of him, slamming the door behind before strutting towards you.

“She’s an impatient little thing,” Killer snickered into your neck, while cold metal met the skin of your chin lifting your gaze to meet the captain.

“Oh really? She’s that eager to be stuffed full?” they were already talking like your voice didn’t matter, and it was enough for you to let out a deep moan as Killer suddenly went knuckles deep inside of you, “Didn’t know we had a little slut on our crew.”

Kid’s eyes flickered over your still dressed body, and felt himself twitch in his pants at your lust filled eyes begging for his touch. And that filthy mouth of his. A dangerous smile lurked on his face as his flesh hand replaced his metal one, thumb stroking over your lips.

“Bet she would let Heat and Wire fuck her too.”

The thought of your even bigger crewmates using you as well was a thought that hadn’t crossed your mind too often, but your body couldn’t hide how the fantasy affected you. Killer laughed softly against your skin when he felt you clamp around his fingers, but decided to not speak on it.

“Now, princess,” your eyes widened at how good the petname sounded from his lips, “I hope you’re not planning on walking for the next few days.”

Kid’s thumb pressed past your lips, and smirked when you sucked him in, tongue wrapping around his digit. Killer’s fingers pulled out to tug at the hem of your shirt, making you sigh at the sudden emptiness, wanting to be filled again. No needing to be filled again.

“She’s lucky she’s off duty,” Killer started, pulling the shirt up to reveal your breasts, his fingers tugging at your nipples, knowing how sensitive you were, “meaning we don’t have to hold back.”

Something shifted inside of Kid at his friend’s words, and seeing you so exposed. The captain had seen you in only bandages after a tough battle and revealing clothing before. But seeing you flushed and whimpering beneath him against Killer’s chest had him questioning things. How could something ever compare to this when he went out those doors again?

Pushing his thoughts aside to instead push his thumb deeper into your mouth, Kid laughed softly when small gagging sounds erupted from you as he met the back of your throat, adoring how your eyes started to glaze over. Tears started to build up in the corner of your eyes as he tested your limit. But still, he wasn’t going to go easy on you.

“Oh come on, princess, you’re starting to cry just because of my thumb?” he quirked down at you, taking a mental picture of your eyes staring back at him through your lashes, lips looking irresistible with the way they wrapped around his digit, and he couldn’t wait for how they would look stretched around his girth, “I bet you can’t even take my cock.”

He knew you too well, knowing a challenge coming from him could never go past you. His thumb slid out of your mouth to stroke your cheek as he knew he had won you over. Your hands found his belt, fumbling in what could only be described as impatient frustration to unbuckle them while staring back up at him in defiance, making him laugh in expectation.

You were not prepared for what fell out of his pants, the widening of your eyes and the way your mouth fell open exposing your shock. The same reaction you always had with Killer, no matter how many times you had seen his cock spring free in your face. Kid’s length hung heavy in front of you in all its girth and glory, making its intimidating presence known in the room. And it wasn't even hard yet.

“What? Starting to regret this or something?” Kid snickered down at you, hand snaking to the back of your head, “Too late for that, princess.”

His metalhand carried his heavy cock in his palm before guiding it to your mouth, your lips instinctively parting wide open, causing him to groan at the heat meeting the sensitive head of his cock as you enveloped your warm, soft lips around him.

“Fuck,” Kid growled, his hand pressing the back of your head towards him, his girth pressing further into your mouth until it met resistance, drinking in the small sounds of chokes and gags coming from your struggle to adjust his size.

Killer had softened his ministrations on your nipples, but with a devious smile pressed against your neck he tugged hard before palming your breasts, drinking in the sound of your muffled moans causing small vibrations around Kid’s cock.

Kid couldn’t hold back his groan at the sensation, hand suddenly grasping your hair right, “Shit - ngh - what a mouth! You fucking love this, don’t you, huh?”

Not allowing you to respond, Killer’s hand traced down your body until his fingers were enveloped by your slick folds again, teasing his digits up and down your slit, causing you to whimper and buck your hips against him.

“She really does,” Killer chimed in, noting how your chest was heaving, legs shaking when he rubbed over your clit and how vocal you were even with Kid’s cock down your throat, “and she feels good, doesn’t she?”

And he would know - thinking of how your tight throat struggled to take him when you first became intimate, how you would be so insecure about taking him  because you were afraid you wouldn’t be good enough. How wrong you were.

Killer was obsessed with the sight of your eyes looking up at him seeking validation, falling harder in love when you took him in further when he praised you, even if tears were rolling down your cheeks. The hot, wet cavern of your mouth would forever be one of his biggest weaknesses, just the mere thought of how your throat had adjusted to him so nicely after all this time could have him on the verge of staining his pants. How could someone have the first mate (and soon the captain) of the feared Kid pirates weak in the knees? 

Kid started a brutish rhythm in and out of your mouth, feeling drool fall past your chin and melt against his heavy balls at each thrust, “Yeah, fuck, she feels so fucking good!”

Kid smiled down at you in disbelief, still stroking your cheek, drinking in your muffled moans and cries, suddenly pushing your nose against the soft hair of his base when you instinctively sucked him as Killer’s fingers fucked your pussy again.

“Fuck!!” Kid’s moan came out bellowed and deep, and he kept your head still for a few moments as he wallowed in the bliss your poor throat provided him, cutting your airway. 

The lightheadedness enhanced the pleasure Killer provided you, making you grind against his hand, your neediness for release taking over. With a pat of your hand against Kid’s thigh, he realized you needed a break for air, and you gasped loudly when his fully hard cock slipped past your lips, a string of saliva still connected between you.

His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, drying away the drool, and looked at you with nothing but lust and hunger as he bent down to kiss you roughly while cupping your chin, not caring if his teeth clashed with yours.

“Killer’s already prepared your pussy, huh?” he groaned against your mouth, hearing the squelching of Killer’s fingers thrusting into you, and you only hummed in response, feeling a knot in your stomach getting tighter.

“And her ass,” Killer boasted, biting your neck softly while pinching and flicking your nipple to make you moan louder, knowing you were close by the way your walls were fluttering around his fingers.

Kid scoffed a laugh before leaving your lips to chase after air, allowing you to moan and breathe freely, “Really? And you haven’t shown me yet?”

“She needs to cum first,” Killer whispered into your ear, his hand letting go of your almost sore breast to your neck, knowing exactly how to place his hand to elevate your pleasure, squeezing tight, “isn’t that right, princess, hm?”

Kid smirked, getting the memo. And while locking eyes with you the captain slowly fell to his knees, getting on head-level with you, just to lean in and capture your right nipple with his mouth. His tongue riddled with expertise licked over your nub, sending an electrical shock down your spine, and your hands shot to his hair. A bellowed grunt rose from the captain as you pulled at his roots, needing to relieve some tension, just needing something to grasp as you felt yourself reaching your peak.

“You want to cum, baby? Gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers?” Killer’s fingers increased their pace inside of you, going even deeper, making sure to hit your sweet spot that had your legs spasming over his thighs and your voice calling his name like a sacred prayer.

“Yes, please! - fuck- m’gonna be good!” and the two men both smiled against you, savoring your desperate voice.

“Then cum,” Killer’s deep baritone in your ear pushed you over the edge as white dominated your vision and you held your breath as you rode your high, hips spasming against your lover’s touch and hands pulled at your captain’s hair for dear life.

Sound was blocked out as you experienced pure euphoria, going limp against your boyfriend, who pulled his fingers out of you and made Kid remove his lips from your sensitive breast, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you came back to them. Though, not without an exhausted smile and glazed eyes.

“You always forget to breathe, baby,” Killer noted when you started tracing your hand over his forearm, “are you ready to continue?”

You threw your head over his shoulder with a small laugh, still catching your breath, “yes!”

Killer always looked so pretty spread out beneath you, his hair splayed on the bed like a treasure-covered beach, all for you to admire. With your hands digging into the soft muscles of his breasts, steadying yourself as your captain seated behind you, you smiled down at him. And you swore firework explodes in your stomach when he smiled back, his hand lifted up to cup your cheek, with you gladly leaning into his touch.

“Fuck, alright, stop the sappy shit,” Kid laughed behind you before gripping your hair at the scalp, forcing your back into a harsh arc to look at him, “save that for when I’m done with you.”

He smirked when you groaned at the position, but being an asshole, he put his metalhand over your ass, covering all of your skin. And Killer really shouldn’t have prepared your ass before your guest of honor arrived. And especially not have left the buttplug.

With a small push of his metal palm the plug thrusted further inside of you, and it was enough for you to lose your entire composure, jolting forward like you wished to crawl away from the sensation. Kid had found something way better than any kids could ever find at a candy store, the joy he felt was unmatched.

“Fuck, are you really that sensitive?” 

“No, I’m not, fuck off,” a pathetic attempt at defiance came from you, even with a small shiver in your tone, and he grinned at you in a way only an insane man would.

“You’re not sensitive?” his palm pushed forwards again, but this time he set a rhythm on the plug inside of you, making it massage your walls so deliciously your breath wouldn’t come out.

Killer watched the scene in front of him with curious eyes, seeing your breasts pushed forward because of the position and how your arms were already about to give out. And they hadn’t even fucked you yet. And he hissed when your nails clawed at his pecs when Kid switched to use his thumb on the toy inside of you.

“You can’t even breathe, princess, don’t fucking lie to me,” and without a warning he pulled the plug out of you with a nasty, wet squelch, “we’re about to test how sensitive you really are.”

Kid let go of your hair and rear to fish the bottle of lube from the night stand, making you fall forwards, Killer having to steady your shoulders to keep you from falling completely. A sudden grunt from Killer made you weary of his cock pressing at your entrance, meaning Kid was impatient and took matters into his own hands. You instinctively pushed your hips down, moaning while feeling his girth spread you open, a dull pain growing the deeper you got. 

“Fuck, you always feel so big,” you managed to whine out with a small laugh, making him chuckle beneath you, eyes shut close in pleasure feeling your pussy hug him tight. Kid’s hands snaked to your hips, squeezing tight as he set the rhythm for you, your breasts bouncing with the movements, and your cute voice begging him to go slower. As if.

He admired the view of your ass jiggling with each thrust, continuing his fun using you as sex doll on his best friend until he couldn’t handle the blood pumping in his cock, precum leaking from his tip smearing against your rear. He leaned over you once your hips stopped, licking and kissing your nape as he pressed his lubed cock at your hole, making you whimper when he pushed the head of his cock into your heat.

“Oh shit,” he was barely even inside and you felt so full already, your nails drawing blood from Killer who soothed his thumbs over the skin on your shoulders. And who was enjoying the view, taking in how adorable you looked with your mouth open as you were gasping and whimpering, eyes shut and brows knitted prettily together to endure the unfamiliar fullness taking over your body.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Kid groaned, pulling out before thrusting back in, forcing himself deeper. And you let out the most beautiful, breathless  moan that neither of the men had heard before, while your eyes started watering again. 

“Oh my god, yes!” the stretching of your hole had gone from feeling slightly painful to pleasurable, and you forced a bellowed growl from Kid when your hips pushed back to take more of him.

“Our little slut is getting greedy, huh? Getting cockdrunk, huh?” Kid teased you before using his large metal hand to pick up your arms as a restraint, setting a small pace with his hips, wanting to stretch your hole to accommodate all of him. Killer softly bucked his hips into you, matching Kid’s thrusts who daringly increased his pace, while his hands found your cute, perky nipples begging for his touch. Encouraged by your moans getting high-pitched and drool escaping your mouth as your brain was fucked into nothing but mush, they both selfishly thrust into you with no remorse.

“Such a good girl, taking us so well,” Killer groaned, and your chest swelled at his praise, pushing back to meet both of their thrusts with a small yell of what could be pure mumbling or a mixture of their names. Either option being music to their ears. 

Small exclamations came out breathlessly from your lips as their cocks massaged your walls so heavenly, like they rubbing against each other solely to break your body. Or your mind may be a better option, since they were already stuffing you to your limit, your legs shaking beneath you, the only thing keeping you up being Kid’s robotic arm that had killed too many men to possibly count. You were sure he could fuck you laying in its palm, no struggle at all.

That familiar knot tightened in your body once again as the two picked up their pace, each slamming into the most delicious and delicate parts of your body that had tears staining your cheeks from how good it felt, crying out their names; nothing but the two giants being on your mind, fucking you stupid. Cries, the squelching from both of your hoes, and the sound of skin slapping against skin created a filthy scene that would have embarrassed you. But you couldn’t give less of a shit how much of a whorehouse it sounded når smelled like, chasing an ever better high than you had previously, begging your partners to fuck you harder.

And they didn’t have to be asked twice, feeling themselves reaching the end too. Kid pulled your arms harder, creating the perfect arch of your back as he made sure you took all of him with each hard, rough thrust he gave you. He sounded like a wild animal, a beast in heat, where he pounded into you, not caring how sore you would be. And Killer stabilized himself one one of his elbows, managing to get more leverage to piston his hips against yours, using his freehand to play with your nipple just the way you liked as he saw your eyes roll to the back of your head, and mouth hanging open in sudden quiet chokes.

And you had reached your peak; vision turning white with static stars flowing past, and unable to breathe properly because it felt so good. It was another plane of thrill and existence you never wanted to leave now that you had been granted access.

“Holy shit, she’s fucking gone,” Kid groaned out, a hint of humor in his tone as he felt you clench around him, falling heavy under his grasp.

“First time she’s - ngh fuck! - been like this!” Killer managed to say before thrusting himself deep inside of you, grunting as he painted your insides white, feeling his hot seed dribble out of your entrance, and to his hips. Kid was the last to come, throwing his head backwards as he pushed himself as far into your canal as he possibly could before hot spurts of cum filled you up, before he pulled out. His cum oozed out and mixed with Killer’s that messily decorated your pussy. Kid carefully dropped your arms and let you fall onto Killer’s chest, before he himself fell beside the two of you to catch his breath.

When you came to, you were sweaty and gasping for air, with Killer’s calloused hands playing with your hair and stroking your back. You groaned at the mess between your legs, already feeling sticky.

“Fuck…” Kid whispered beside you, causing you to turn your head, “that was… something”.

He had a smile of disbelief as he faced you, and he seemed so different when he wasn’t grinning at you like a jerk. You laughed, exasperated, noting a small hoarseness already in your voice, all thanks to him.

“Yeah, it sure was”

Killer was silent and content, basking in the comfortable space you had created while cuddling you. But he hummed in agreement, letting you know he was happy with what had just taken place too.

“Wouldn’t mind doing it again,” you blurted out, brain still not working entirely, and Kid’s eyes widened before he quickly shook it away and smirked.

“You loved my dick that much, hm?” and you managed to make your captain blush by letting your eyes travel to his softening cock and smile like an idiot.

“Okay, you perv, stop looking,” his hand unfortunately went to cover himself and you laughed. So he could actually be flustered? Good to know.

Killer chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours, “we’ll talk about it another time when we’re not naked, alright?”

You nodded, tracing the claw marks you created on his chest, feeling your cheeks heat up at the thought of what you had just done.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Killer said and kissed the top of your head, although your hair was sweaty, “hope we managed to grant your wish.”

Kid turned back to you, the blush still visible on his cheeks, and he actually gave you a sincere smile, “Yeah, happy birthday.”

And with nothing but raw exhaustion taking over your body, it didn’t take you long until you fell asleep on your boyfriend’s body while he played with your hair and started chatting with your captain about what supplies the ship was getting low on. Like they hadn’t just fucked your soul out of you.

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All Yours

Jake Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

notes: i don't even know how to properly use this app and I'm not a good writer I'm still learning. so expect grammatical errors and typos. i literally cannot do this i think about him every single second of the day.

neytiri doesn't exist here I'M SORRY i love her sm and i feel so bad but fr tho girl don't know what to do with all that Imao. sorry girl but you HAVE to share. and this is purely just smut so there's no specific background of the characters.

summary: In which Jake reminds you that he only belongs to you.

warnings: alcohol consumption, jealous reader, reader almost beating up some bitch, lack of using y/n cuz that shit turns me off, extremely soft!dom jake, shy reader, reader is drunk, sexual confessions, this is so filthy, oral fem!receiving, face-sitting, squirting, overstimulation, reader cries from pleasure, LOTS of fluff, praise kink, jake finds reader so adorable, extreme size kink, possessive behaviour but it's fluffy, they're just so in love, established relationship.

“If i ever hear you talking about my husband like that again, I'll cut this damn braid off that you're not gon' be able to think about any man ever in that dumb little brain of yours.”

Jake's eyes widen as everyone gasps. it hasn't even been five minutes since you left him with his warriors, saying you were gonna get drinks. he didn't even wanna come to this stupid party in the first place, but seeing you so excited for your friend's birthday and the fact that he can't let you be drunk out here all alone was enough reason for him to get along.

there you were, with your left hand tightly tugged around a girl's queue and your other hand pressing her wrists together on her back. you softly slam her head on the tree as you speak. the people can't do anything but watch since they all knew about your deep hatred for the girl for flirting with jake every chance she gets from the beginning.

normally you wouldn't care since this happens everyday. almost all of the pandora girls had their eyes on him since he arrived, even the mated ones. and you can't really blame them because you've been drooling over him too. but since you knew your feelings were reciprocated, the rest is history.

you, on the other hand, is no different. boys literally fight everyday to get a chance to court you. but then you and jake mated and no man ever dared to touch toruk macto's mate since jake always makes sure the whole clan knows that you're taken, that you belong to him. and now you guess it's your time to express that the olo'eyktan too, is yours and yours alone.

your eyes slightly red under the influence of alcohol as your thoughts go back to how she giggled talking about all the intimate positions she wants jake to put her in. well what she didn't know was that you and your mate had tried each and every single one of them already.

your ears perks up at your mate's voice calling your name and you turn to see jake walking fast towards you. he pulls you from the girl and checks your body for any bruises. your gaze softening as you look at his worried state but quickly turns into a frown when he apologizes to everyone for you and put his hand around your waist, proceeding to walk you home. but you don't say anything because of your lack of energy and the effect of alcohol making your knees weak as you hiss softly.

“are you okay, baby?” jake asks you now that you both are away from the crowd. your knees only getting weaker at his voice almost losing your balance. that goddamn pet name. and the way he says it so casually. his arm tightened around your waist as his other hand comes up to hold your tiny one at his side helping your body up. you feel hot at his touch and barely processed his question.

he hums looking at you who's completely looking down, too flustered to look at him, the pandora ground suddenly being interesting. no matter how much intimate you two have been, you can't help but be shy in these moments. eyes looking at his hand that's holding your tiny one. both of your hands would easily fit in his one palm. looking at those slender fingers reminds you of those nights when he showed you what they were able to do, what places they were able to reach.

your small steps suddenly stops as you remembered his question, “no.” you whisper just enough for him to hear, as you squeeze his hand. you take a deep breath and look up at him, and jake swears, he's never seen such an ethereal being as you and he still couldn't believe that you were his. he patiently waits as you try to speak but kept getting lost in his gaze.

“carry me.” you don't know what got into you as you say your words loud enough for him to hear, suddenly feeling the need to be closer to him. he doesn't hesitate as he proceed to pick you up in bridal style but you stop him and stand in front of him with his hands still around your waist. he gasps when you suddenly jump wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands immediately tighten around your hips to hold you up, afraid you might fall. “like this.” you say near his ear as his breath hitches feeling your own.

“but we're in public sweetheart,”

“and? we're not doing anything?”

you press yourself harder against him and bury your face into his neck. he starts walking and you can't help but notice how strong he is, again, carrying you like you weigh as a feather. you wonder how he felt when he saw your jealous state moments ago. did he find you hot and wanted to kiss you right there just like you did whenever he showed his possessive side? or did he just think that you're an insecure annoying bitch?

him on the other hand though, he sure as hell went with the first one. and he's gonna make sure you know that.

“you do know that I'm all yours right?” and he even dared to press a quick kiss on your shoulder after saying that, like a fucking cherry on top. you almost let a moan out as you unintentionally pressed the specific part of your body between your legs against his pelvic bone, your thighs slightly shaking at the friction. and that alone was enough for jake to know what was up.

he smiles as he gives more kisses on your shoulder and you whine when he starts pressing your body to his. his ears twitching when dick hardening moans of his name fell off your soft lips. “shh, we're here baby,” he walks past the entrance of the tent that you both share. he sits down on the mat and attempts to lift you off his lap before you straddle his thighs again. “no! stay.”

you swipe your thumb against his lips before eagerly kissing him. he returns the same energy, you both only stopping to take breaths. “gotta clean you up baby, aren't you tired?” he asks and you can only shake your head as you're too busy biting and kissing his neck, you smile when you feel his cock right under you. you're sure that your loincloth is soaked as you grind on him.

he feels like he might accidently fuck your brains out right here from the way you're grinding your cunt on his very much hardened dick. he can literally feel how wet you are from the way your slick's transferring through your loincloth to his own. and the way you're marking his body up isn't helping either. especially when he knows why you're doing it all considering usually, he's the one who does it. but he held back, letting you do whatever you want to him.

but when he notices you getting rougher with your ministrations, “are you in heat baby?” he jokes. and you stop momentarily to look him straight in the eyes, making sure to let him see your lust filled ones. “I'm always in heat for you jake,” little smooch to his lips before continuing, “just want you.” you pant against his lips as if you just ran a thousand miles. “want you so bad.” and you're back on his lips. and god it's turning you on even more that he's just under you, taking all that you give.

“you have me, sweet girl.” he says before pressing his lips to yours harshly. and that made you pull away looking at him taking deep breaths. you want him to know how fucking deep he got you in love with him. so you start, “Jake...”

“yeah?” he responds, all ready to hear you out, so ready to take whatever you're willing to give him. your grip on his shoulder tightens at the simple yeah, it's almost embarrassing that he knows the effect he has on you. must he really do this to you? for fuck's sake, you're willing to give him all of you, your heart, your mind, body and soul. hell, you would even die for him without thinking twice if it comes to any certain circumstances.

“you know, you are so beautiful, so so, so—” you emphasize each word, making sure he hears what you're saying. you can barely hear yourself as you struggle to speak. you feel like you're dreaming, and you wish to live in this dream forever. he encourages you, drawing tiny circles on your thigh with his thumb.

you cup his face in your hands and he leans into your touch. he smiles as he watches you adoringly tracing your fingers through each of his freckles. you fight the sudden urge to bite his lips until he bleeds into your mouth when you runs your thumb on his under lip, not that he'd mind.

“I love you, i love you. so, so much. it's too much sometimes I can barely feel myself, you're everywhere, I feel you everywhere, it's overwhelming.” your eyes are completely set on his lips and you know he's watching you, observing your every movement.

you throw yourself even closer to him, pressing your body impossibly hard to his own. “I want you close, always. I just want you to never leave me. I want you to hold me like this forever. I just—” your hands travel down to his chest, to his broad shoulders and to his thick and veiny arms, before coming down to his hands that are placed securely on your hips, thumbs grazing the dip of your waist.

you take one of his hands into your own, bringing it up between the two of your bodies. you wrap your small fingers to his pinky, admiring the difference before you place the large hand above your left breast, right where your heart beats for him.

Jake feels like he's the one who's drunk, he's never seen you this vulnerable before. it's not that he doesn't know about your feelings for him, you're literally the love of his life. your mind is connected to his own. even without making the bond, he can tell how you're feeling just by taking one look at your face. you're like an open book for him, so easy to read.

now looking at his hand, you took a deep breath before continuing, “when you're away and I'm home early, and I'm feeling—” you almost choke on your words and his smile only widen. you're so adorable, “needy? for me?” he coos. you nod shyly, “ye—yes, for you.” you stutter.

he hums, urging you to go on, and you do. “I try to do it like you do.” your voice now coming out slow and quiet. he always found your shy demeanour amusing, “do what? touch yourself?” he teases you even more when he sees that you started grinding down on his thigh, a movement so insignificant that only a person who's watching you as intense as jake can notice.

“hm-mhm, and it doesn't feel good, actually, it's nothing compared to what your fingers can do!” you whine, small fingers tightening their hold on his hand to show him what you mean, “and even if it does, I don't like it. I only want you to do it.” and jake curses internally.

“well it's a good thing you have me then.” with that, his hand slowly crawls out of your tiny palms to make their way between your legs. and your mind slowly goes insane as your arousal takes over your body. his hand disappears inside your loincloth before placing his thumb right on your clit directly, your body stiffening when he does so.

“it's all yours baby, I'm all yours. every part of my body belongs to you.”

“all mine?”

“yes, all yours.”

“all mine?” again. say it again.

“yes, baby. all yours. my fingers, my thighs, my mouth, my tongue, my heart and my cock. it's all yours, doll. I'm all yours.”

not a single sign of hesitation in his voice as he referred to all parts of his body that he let you use and own. he would repeat it all a million times and more if you wanted him to.

you thought you would last at least ten minutes before he makes you snap. “undress me.” you order before smacking your lips to his own. he was taken a back by your sudden demand but obliged nonetheless.

when you're fully naked, you try to lift yourself off of him so that you can submit to him and show him that you belong to him too. excitement rushing through your veins as you can't wait for him to dick you down like you're his personal whore.(you are).

that, was until he gently placed you back down on his lap. “I can't, I'm too tired.” he doesn't reply and instead, he lays himself down before moving you further up. what? and before you knew it, he somehow manhandled you into sitting on his stomach. what's happening? you thought he wanted you to ride him? but the next words that flew from his mouth made your jaw wide open.

“sit on my face.” he didn't have to say it. cocky bastard, you're so damn sure that he just wanted to get a reaction out of you. he can literally make your body move however he wants. he could've just sat you down on his face if he so desperately wants it, but no. he just had to say it, with such a seductive voice that it made your body filled with need.

the mere sound of him saying it was enough to make blood rush into your cheeks. it was just so lewd and tainted, both of your palms come up to cover your face while jake chuckles at the sight. you can lie and say that you don't wanna do it, but your body is already giving in. he can feel your wetness literally dripping down on his abs.

“I can't. I'll crush you.” your voice so small and fragile, full of uncertainty, and it only fuels him to prove you wrong.

“I'd like to see you try.” he says with a smug face. the act wasn't unfamiliar to you, Jake has eaten you out plenty of times before. it's just the position. you don't know how'd he even come up with that, you can only guess it's some sort of sky people stuff.

“c'mon baby, up. want you on my tongue baby, please.” there he is, he knows you'll eventually give in. he knows you'd do anything he asks and now, he's asking—no, more like begging to pleasure you? fuck, one must be fucking mentally insane to not want jake sully's face between their thighs.

you find yourself fantasizing about it even though your mate is literally waiting under you to make your fantasy come true. you both haven't been giving that much time into foreplay lately, though jake always insists on getting you ready for his cock with his fingers stretching you out. so eager to just feel each other, considering you both being busy with your duties all day.

but when you do it though, you both get so into it, especially jake. he makes it feel like it was the actual sex. you would beg for his cock and eventually give up, knowing he wouldn't stop until he's fully satisfied. so many nights, he's fingered you to sleep, keeping them inside your warm walls for the whole night, you'd wake up so guilty that you passed out on him without having him inside you. but he would quickly get you out of your thoughts, curling his calloused fingers inside you, still soaked with your cum, “morning, princess.”

but you can't blame him, you're just too beautiful. it arouses him, to watch you fall apart for him from the simplest touches. going down on you has always been one of his most favourite activities to do. sometimes he feels like he doesn't even need to fuck you. he could easily get off just from eating you out without touching himself.

he loves it. the way you'd desperately grab his hair and rut onto his face as he does everything in his power to get you off the edge. pushing his face into you as deep as he can, your slippery entrance swallowing his tongue inside, nose putting just the right amount of pressure onto your clit. these are moments where he gets the privilege of drowning in you. he can see you, hear you, smell you, taste you.

while you were distracted, he's already moved you up to his face, legs spreading on either side of his head, it's only when you feel him kissing your sticky clit, that you notice everything. your hips moves away almost immediately, it feels so lewd. but you can't go far of course, with the way his hands are gripping your hips, keeping you in place.

and Jake being the best mate he is, realized he's going too fast. so he takes his sweet time teasing you, trailing sloppy kisses closer to your core. his nips and licks at your arousal that are dripping down your thighs. “shh it's okay, i promise.” his eyes drinking up the way you pussy glistens and clenches around nothing as he smirks against your inner thighs. he knows you'll be begging to get his tongue inside you within minutes.

when he feels you getting relaxed, “that's my girl.” that was all he said before he hungrily nudges his nose against your swollen bud, taking a deep sniff of your arousal. his eyes are tightly shut when he smells your sweet scent. he takes the pink muscle out of his mouth before tracing the length of your cunt with it.

he starts to roll your hips on his face causing deep moans to come out from the both of you. the way he eats you is so, slow and sensual, as if you're the most expensive dish in the world. he takes his time with you, and it makes you feel even more frustrated. he rocks you against his face, tongue eagerly lapping up the essence coming out of you. “taste so sweet.” Jake mumbles, pressing a long kiss to your clit earning a loud breathy moan out of you.

his grip on your hips loosens from time to time willing to let you take control. he needs to keep his hands on you to not touch himself, it was supposed to be about you and he's making sure it stays that way. eyes tightly shut as he tries his best to ignore the ache between his own legs and he's not gonna lie, his cock is now so sensitive that he's sure the slightest touch against it would instantly make him cum, you just taste that good for him. but he ignores it, his full concentration only on you as his brows furrowed, focusing on your release.

but you can't. the moment you realize he's not guiding you anymore, you're lost. you're completely lost, your hips losing rhythm as your built-up orgasm is rudely interrupted by no other but you. you know he just wanted to let you know that you have complete control over him, that you can ride and use his face however you want.

it's not the same doing it all on your own. usually, you wouldn't even know anything, mind blank as you just lay on your back, letting him do all the work because you knew he'd take care of you. and he does. but now that you are the one who's doing it, it doesn't feel the same. it doesn't feel good.

so you just can't help but writhe above him not knowing what to do, your dripping cunt hovering above him now, ready to get up. your lover figures you just needed a break so he slowly hums against you leaving trailing kisses on your thighs. you can't even talk because of how frustrated you are, so you use your actions instead.

with shaky hands, you slowly catches his hands that are threatening to crawl away and place them back on your hips, right where they belong. “please...” was all you could mutter before he realised what you wanted. he raised his head enough to reach your pussy and pressed a soft kiss on your clit. he smiles against you, god she's gonna be the death of me. your actions arouse him even more, letting him know that you want him to make you feel good, you want him to do it however he wants and you'll take it without a single complaint.

“I love you.” he mumbles into your pussy, before slowly sinking you down back on his face. you jolt as he kisses your cunt slowly as if he's trying to savour every moment. and the truth is, he is, he doesn't want this to end ever. he knows you wouldn't have agreed to do this if you were sober, too shy. but god he wishes you were drunk all the time so that he can be smothered between your thighs, eating his favourite meal all the fucking time.

he kisses your labia the same exact way he kisses your lips, pulling at it before exploring your folds with his tongue. the wet sounds of him kissing your clit and muttering things to it makes your head spin. “so pretty,” smooch “so good...” smooch “doing so good for me.” followed by his loud moans sending electricity right through your cunt.

when your moans get louder, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease your hole pushing it in slightly before pulling it out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing. he feels you move above him trying to get his tongue inside you. he chuckles as he looks up at you to see his favourite sight. eyes tightly shut as you grind down on his mouth using the guidance of his hands.

and that's when he suddenly stops. your eyes cracked open, immediately looking down to see if he's hurt. “I-I'm sorry, are you hurt?” your folds hovering his face once again. and you were met with an unreadable expression of your mate before he pushes your knees up, putting you into a squatting position above his face. no way. “keep your eyes on me. I need you to look at me while i pleasure you yeah?”

and with that, he sticked his tongue out and quite literally slammed you down on his face causing the pink wet muscle to slide inside your hole, earning a loud moan from you at the sudden penetration of his tongue. you unconsciously try to pull away, the pleasure being too much for you. but he only pulls you back down making a wet slapping sound.

you obeyed his command and kept your eyes on his that are looking straight at you, half of his face buried under the weight of your cunt. he bounces you on his face and twirls his tongue inside you. at this point you don't even care anymore because it felt unbelievably good. your legs were spread wide for his face to settle in between, it fits so well. jake thinks this is right where he belongs and he wishes to stay like this forever.

you moan his name as he moves you up and down, smearing your arousal that keeps oozing out of you on his face. he sticks his tongue as deep as he could before pressing his face into you, nose nudging against your bud. he works two jobs between fucking you with tongue and sucking the life out of you from your clit.

it doesn't take you long before you are trembling above him, chanting his name like a prayer. you would've lost your balance long ago if it wasn't for his strong hold around your thighs. he focuses on your clit, flicking the sensitive button with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suck.

he presses his tongue flat against your sore pussy before he shakes his head side to side, the movement being hard and fast to give you that pleasurable vibrating friction. soon, he feels you lose it, hands coming to his hair to pull at it, hard. hips desperately trying to move away from his unresting mouth, indicating him that you're about to reach your high.

final and the loudest scream of his name fall from your lips before you completely and utterly lose it. you're sure the whole world of pandora heard you, but you both couldn't give a fuck less about that. in fact, jake's proud of it. he feels your cunt dripping into his mouth and he pulls away just for a millisecond.

“yes baby. such a good girl, gushin' into my mouth oh—” he cuts himself off, lapping up the mixture of your slick and his spit that streams out of you. your lover moans into you, dipping his tongue into you once again, to get more of your sticky liquid. his hand coming up to rest on your stomach, thumb lazily drawing circles on your slick coated clit. he knows you're sensitive but he wants more.

he still tries though, fucking into you slow with his tongue, helping you through your orgasm, hands patting your thighs for comfort. you wait for him to stop so you can get off, but he doesn't. his hold on you only getting tighter as he spreads your thighs even wider. his chin comfortably tucked between your ass cheeks from how deep he's pushing his face into your cunt.

he keeps you plugged full with his tongue, letting you ride it as if it were his fat cock, causing your slick to drip down his tongue directly into his mouth as he gulp the sweet essence down his throat.

you feel like you might die, you thought it was gonna be like a one time thing. you hear him hiss for a moment before he's tugging your legs to his arms. hands holding the underside of your thighs, and then he lifts you off of the bed. you can barely feel your toes touching the mat, your whole body weight on him as he finally reaches his goal by making you actually sit on his face.

your ass resting on his chin as he impatiently buries his face into your warm cave. you want to squirm away and just stop everything because never once in your years of living, did you ever think about actually sitting on someone's face, specifically jake sully's. but you knew better than to move, too afraid that you might hurt him. and even if you tried, he would just yank you back down to where he wants, anyway.

even though you are on top, you don't have much control over this. well, he tried to let you, but you both knew that you've always preferred his way of doing things. tears are starting to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, but you love it.

you love the way his face fits between your legs just right, mouth pressed to your pussy like a human on pandora with an oxygen mask. you would laugh if you weren't just as desperate, with the way he's acting like he might die if he stops, groaning loudly when you try to push his face away, even if just for a second.

you look down to see if he's comfortable but when you did, he's not even looking at you anymore. eyes tightly shut in concentration as he drinks up your slick. it's almost like he's enjoying this more than you are. he rocks you hard against his face, using every muscle to stimulate your core to death.

even though you're a little concerned, this was no surprise to you. Jake has always been wild when it comes to sex. you'd known that since the first memorable night you two had shared. he never even let you spend your heats alone. and for that reason, you rarely touched yourself but mostly because you never felt the need to. he always kept you full and satisfied, even had his little inside joke that he's gonna need his wheelchair back, not for him, but for you.

my jake's so mesmerising, you think. it was a sight, seeing such a pretty face coated and smeared with your arousal. it boosts your ego, seeing a powerful man that so many people bow down to, between your thighs with you sitting on his face, worshipping you like a goddess, so desperate to pleasure you.

and just like that, he coaxes three more orgasms out of you in just a tiny amount of time that it's almost embarrassing.

your throat is sore just like your little clit that's still in jake's mouth. you're sure that he must be hurting too, he didn't even do anything or let you do anything to get him off. he just lets himself suffer and you don't know how on earth is he able to be still so collected, acting like he doesn't have a very angry dick to calm.

even though you can barely open your eyes, tears streaming down your face, thin coat of sweat covering your skin, panting like a dog with your tongue rolled out, you love what's happening, though you'd never say it out loud.

before you know it, two thick slender fingers are plunging into you, making you scream. “c-can't 'nymore! too much. too much!” you can't even form proper words because of the tongue, that is now relentlessly working on your sensitive and overstimulated clit. the way he's fingering you isn't what he normally goes for, it's hard and rough, almost like he's chasing for something.

he watches your hole welcomingly sucking his digits in. “I know, i know. just give me one more baby, just one more then we'll be done.” Jake once again gets you to obey. you feel so small above him as you chant, Jake. Jake!

“Jake! something's coming! I—” he hopes it's what he thinks it is. “shh, let it go baby, I'm right here. I'm gonna take care of you.” and you do just that. and it happens. he feels your whole body shake and your thighs pressing together above his face before he splitting them open again, not wanting to miss the sight he's been dying to see.

jake watches in awe as the clear liquid squirts out of you, pushing his fingers out from how powerful it was. eyes widening as you pour on his face and rolling down his neck and chest. some of it even getting into his mouth, letting him taste your immense amount of pleasure.

he traps your sore clit into the gap of his two fingers and he shakes it as the remaining juices sprays onto his face. and jake fucking whimpers into you as if he's the one who's being pleasured. "so good for me, fuck, yeah just like that. so sweet." your small body shaking and writhing above him was such a pleasing sight. and he's still shocked by the fact that it was all because of him.

he keeps you firm on his face, tongue slowly licking your sore pussy still, making sure you fully rode out your orgasm. he looks up at you just to see your pained expression, you're crying. what the fuck. he lifts you gently off his face, sitting you back down on his lap.

you let a whine out from the friction when the bulge from his crotch touches your sensitive button, which he backs off when he realises. he panics when he sees that you still haven't opened your eyes. “hey, hey! baby...” you smile like an idiot when you hear the familiar sweet like honey voice.

“look at me?” he pleads.

your eyes slowly open but you still keep your head down, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes after what you just did as you mumble a few sorrys' and sob through whatever you were saying, still too fucked up to process anything. but jake wasn't having it. so he starts “look at me,” grabbing your chin up to make eye contact. “you did so good, such a good girl for me. I'm so fucking proud of you. I love you baby, you were so fucking hot you know that?”

now, his voice is clear, you're sobering up, as if he'd just sucked all the alcohol out of your cunt. he reaches for the bowl full of water on the side of the bed and brings it near your lips, giving you no other choice but to drink.

your gaze finally lands on his face and Jake almost let a giggle out from how you completely dipped your head back down. well, how can you not when his face was completely soaked with your cum, your arousal dripping down his face like sweat. he spares you, rubbing your slick off his face with his forearm.

you're sobering up. god, what do i do? a million thoughts runs into your head, eywa please. the way he's looking at you as if you're the only woman to exist in the whole universe, it's not fair, please stop. you beg.

shoving your thoughts away, you lean in. your eyes trailing down to his body, landing on his loincloth, fully soaked with his- wow did he just? you catch a glint of shyness on his face. you tug at his bottom, seeing that he's still rock hard. “no, I'm okay. you need to sleep.” so what? that was it?

“I don't wanna sleep.” you glare, continuing to untie the string on his loincloth.

“princess, you don't have to.” he insists. bringing your hands back in front of his face before pressing kisses on each knuckle. he scoops you up as if you're some doll and lays you down. you don't wanna lie, of course you're tired. but you at least need to feel him, so you try. you pull him by the neck so that he falls on top of you.

“you said you're all mine...” you pout and jake's eyes soften.

“I came just from eating your sweet cunt baby,” you slam your eyes shut from his words. god why? he's so shameless with it too.

“completely untouched.” it makes your stomach filled with guilt as much as it fills you with butterflies.

he buries his face into your neck, which had become his comfort place on your body. you notice that he does it often, whenever he's tired, upset or frustrated. he heavily breathes into your skin as if he's holding back, you know he is. his cock is still hard and you are still wet. you need to feel him, feel his body, feel his soul.

so instead of talking, you quickly tug your longest and the thickest braid before grabbing his own. bringing the ends together, you catch how messy his nerves are moving, revealing the state of his mind. they immediately recognise yours as they rush to tug at each other.

jake's eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of you in his head. he can never resist you, not when he can feel you, not when he can feel the way you yearn for him, the way you beg for him, the way your mind is filled with nothing but him. you didn't give him a chance to prepare, your being taking over his head, he needs a moment.

“inside, want you inside.” before giving him a chance to deny your desire, your hands quickly work to untie the strings on his loincloth while he's was still processing all your thoughts in your head through the bond. it's all too much for him, it always is. whenever you both make tsaheylu, the mere need you feel for him amazes him, makes him wonder just how someone could love him this much.

with his head still buried in the crook of your neck, he feels your fingers wrap around his girth, earning a whimper from him. “you said this is mine too...” you softly say with a frown. “yes fuck yes, it is baby.” you align his length with your entrance, “then please.”

who the fuck is he to deny?

wow now THAT was something 😋

tell me if y'all want a part 2

[five-bi-five-mind]

ok ok going right into it… so kate callahan x fem!reader SMUT. dom!kate PLEASE. either r and kate are married and meg is at a friends house so they finally get time alone orrrrrr kate does an interrogation and r gets really turned on seeing her being all demanding and badass

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Kate Callahan x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 5.5k+

Summary: You had never seen Kate on the job. When you came in to bring her lunch you finally got the opportunity and what you saw sparked something in you. Lucky for you, Kate wants to explore that spark.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamic; top!Kate; bottom!r; degradation kink; praise kink; slight bondage (r gets tied up with a belt); marking; cum marking maybe?; fingering (r receiving); clit play (r receiving); masturbation (Kate); if there's stuff I forgot please tell me

A/N: I'd just like to say Kate's first episode... that's the vibe of the interrogation going on in my mind. With the limb guy. Anyways I didn't know exactly how to tw this so if there's other language I can use please let me know!

(not my gif; credit ropoto)

You were just surprising your wife with lunch. That was your only goal for the day. She was working a case that was actually close to home so a little drive was all it took to get to the police station that the team was helping out. What you didn’t expect was for her to be in the middle of a riveting interrogation when you got there. 

Okay, maybe you should’ve double checked but you wanted to be sweet and give her a little boost to her day. You figured if she was out, you’d just leave it for her. So when Morgan asked if you wanted to see your wife on the job– Well, it caught you off guard. But you didn’t say no.

He led you to the room that separated you and others from the suspect at hand. You had hesitantly asked if you were allowed to even be in there and see what you were seeing. He just grinned and shrugged, saying probably not, but Kate was having a tough day so for you to immediately surprise her when she was done would make it better. Reluctantly, you just agreed with that and stood, watching in awe as your wife did her job. 

Watching Kate was… something else. This was a side of her that you knew she had, but had never really seen. The way Kate leaned on the table across from the suspect and commanded the room was a sight that had you entranced. Even with the one way mirror separating you from her, you could feel the electricity radiating off her as she showed the other person who held all the cards. It was like you were under some sort of spell. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Never had you seen Kate really in action, but now you made a mental note to try to see it way more often. 

When Kate was done you had to literally shake yourself out of the trance she put you in. It should’ve been embarrassing to just stand there next to Morgan, face flushed and jaw dropped, but you couldn’t care less. It was hard to care about anything other than the mental image of your wife bending you on that exact interrogation table and just…

No, you had to collect yourself. You gulped hard when Kate turned from the suspect and moved towards the door. Your knuckles squeezed around the bag of food and you waited anxiously to see her. 

When the door swung open and Kate was met with you, it was like her whole demeanor instantly changed. The hard, down-to-business look in her eye was replaced with softness and immediate joy. You smiled back at her when a bright grin spread across her lips, but you hated to admit that you missed the side of Kate you just saw already. 

“Hi,” Kate beamed. You stood there, still smiling but lost in your own head. 

Morgan nudged your shoulder with a light chuckle and you blinked a few times, trying to shake yourself out of your stupor.

“Oh!” You jerked the hand that held her food forward abruptly. “Food! I- Gosh, I mean, I brought you food.” Damn, you haven’t been this flustered around Kate since you first started dating. 

Kate took the bag happily and walked you out of the station, leaving behind Morgan who had a stupid grin plastered to his face. 

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When you got home from dropping off your wife’s food, the rest of the day was spent in some kind of haze. A haze that, well, you could only describe as extreme need for your wife to get her ass home and do all sorts of things to you. 

What really sucked was that, no matter what you did, you were still utterly fixated on what you saw from Kate today. You tried a movie, no luck. You tried to clean, definitely no luck. Hell, you even tried to organize everything in your closet by color and style and still your brain just kept going back to Kate and the way she commanded that interrogation room. And then once you thought back to that your mind started to wander to new places. Places that were mere fantasies and definitely not something you’ve done with Kate in the bedroom… At least not yet. 

Wait no. If Kate knew you got off on the way she worked wouldn’t she think you were weird? What would she actually think of you? Honestly, you didn’t even know you had this kind of interest in power dynamics until you saw just how well Kate could command a room. All you’ve been thinking about was swapping places with that man and letting Kate have the upper hand. You’d spill all the information she needed if that was the case.

Was it twisted that you wanted to switch places with a potential unsub? Maybe, but not in the violent murder-y way that would end you up in handcuffs in a police station. Just in a way that lets your wife slip into work mode and take control of the situation, and subsequently, in control of you as well. So the real question was: How do you make this fantasy a reality in a way that doesn’t involve an actual police station? Could you even live out this fantasy? Kate tried so hard to not let her work come home with her. In and out of the bedroom, she was soft and kind and sweet. Not once was she rough or controlling. But god, after seeing her today, did you want her to be so badly. 

Hours flew by and you were still stewing on it. Even when Kate finally walked in the door, your mind was immediately flooded with the memory of what you saw today. Kate greeted you innocently as can be, of course. It was all usual behavior from your wife; it was just that you were being the one acting weird. 

The minute you saw her, your face flushed. It made it even worse when she wrapped her hand around your wrist to pull you closer to her so she could plant a kiss on your cheek. You tried to duck your face to hide from her, but Kate was always perceptive and gave you a curious look that told you she knew something was up. 

From then on, you tried to avoid Kate like the plague. Any time she would settle in a room, you’d scoot far away from her. When she wrapped her arms around you from behind as you prepared yourself a snack, you jumped out of your skin and tried to not-so-smoothly back away. Kate wasn’t hurt by any of this, just more and more intrigued. As Kate tried to figure out what had gotten into you, she thought back to the last time you were this shy. It was probably the first night you two spent together. Kate couldn’t help but smile at the memory. You were never good about asking what you wanted, but lucky for Kate she could read you like a book. It’s what made you two work. So when she figured out what you wanted was to be more intimate with her, sure she teased you a little, but she ultimately gave you exactly what you wanted. 

So now, Kate’s new goal was to figure out what this new mystery desire was. It was quite cute really, the fact that you still would get so shy around her even after a few years of marriage. Kate knew, deep down, you were comfortable with her, but you also could have these little moments where you could be so innocent and oblivious. It was endearing to Kate. If she were being honest, it made her almost want to be a little mean, just to see how you’d react. Of course, she never pushed it. She would give you anything you wanted, as long as you made whatever you wanted clear.

Kate kept watching you for a couple hours until it had gotten late. When you shot up and decided to get ready for bed, Kate thought it was an avoidance tactic. So, when she said she would join you, she bit back a smirk when you looked like a deer caught in the headlights. The whole time she’d been home, though, she had been mulling over what could’ve possibly been going on in your mind.

It took her about an hour of watching you and going over her possibilities before she got a very big hunch at what was making you so flustered and jumpy. See, when you decided to make a snack that’s when she connected the dots. What was different about today? It wasn’t that you had brought her food at work. No, you’ve done that before. It was what you witnessed when you brought it.

You had acted so anxious when she finally came out of that interrogation room. The way you jumped and handed her her food before scurrying away had already piqued her interests as to what could possibly be going on in your mind, but finally she had an epiphany. In the years you two had been together, had you ever really seen her on the job? Kate couldn’t recall a time that you really had. 

She had always been careful to show you her softer sides. While Kate didn’t think it would scare you away, she still wanted to be careful. Sometimes you could seem so fragile. While part of Kate wanted to really test that, a bigger part of her wanted to protect you at all costs. 

Tonight, however, she was starting to think holding back on you was leading you both to miss out on an experience that could be quite… enjoyable for both of you. Kate decided, as she followed you into the bedroom, that she would just have to test that theory and see if she was right about it all. 

“So, about today,” Kate’s voice broke the nervous silence as she followed you closely into the bedroom.

While you knew she was following you and even said as much, it didn’t stop you from jumping out of your skin. Of course, she would want to talk about today. It’s not like you were necessarily subtle about your weird mood. 

“When you brought me food…” Kate went on. “How long were you watching me?”

“I- Well uh…” You couldn’t get the words out. How long had you been watching? Not even that long. So the fact that it had you so flustered from just a short amount of time watching your wife do her job was that much more embarrassing. 

Kate crossed her arms and arched her eyebrow as she watched you struggle for an answer. You could see the growing smug smile come across her face as yours most likely turned a few different shades of red. 

“I mean- At least maybe ten or fifteen minutes.” You finally were able to blurt it out. Kate just stayed standing there, her head nodding slowly, as if you gave her some sort of insight that she was looking for.

And that’s exactly what you did. The more you got flustered the more it confirmed Kate’s theory. 

“Uh-huh,” Kate just nodded again. “And what do you think about what you saw?” Kate’s head cocked to the side and she gave you the most unreadable look. She still had a bit of a smile on her face, but you could tell that there was a determination behind her eyes. 

“Well-” You stopped. Why was she asking you this? If it was a question gearing up for a serious talk, things would be different. She’d sit you down and have an open discussion like the two of you did when you had concerns about her taking the BAU job. The way she phrased the question this time was different. It was almost playful. “It was uh… interesting?”

“Oh just interesting?” Kate grinned at you from across the room. “Are you sure that’s all you think about it?”

“I mean- I-”

“You liked what you saw, didn’t you?” Suddenly, Kate’s whole demeanor changed. She looked at you with hooded eyes and a devilish smile on her lips. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to form words, when all you could do was stare at her with wide eyes. You were caught. 

Embarrassment flooded your whole being. What stopped you from panicking and throwing every excuse you could at the situation, though, was that Kate seemed more pleased with it than shocked. 

“You liked watching didn’t you?” Kate purred as she took her sweet time making her way to where you stood. The shift in Kate still had your head reeling, but you were catching on quickly. Kate wanted you to like what you saw. She was loving the fact that you had a very visible reaction to learning about this new side of her. “What was it that got you like this?” She stopped right in front of you, circling you slowly. Her hands brushed against your shoulders as she made her way behind you.

“Was it the way I spoke?” She whispered in your ear, her hands running down your sides from behind. “Do you like it when I’m a little… mean?” You felt her whole body press against your back as she kept running her hands practically all over you.

“Or…” She hummed, her hot breath on your ear making you shiver. “Was it that I held all the power? Hm?”

Your mouth opened, but no words could come out. She had your heart pounding in your chest and your cheeks felt hot from how much you were blushing. She had your number down. It was both those things. Definitely both. 

“Or maybe, you liked it all? Is that it? Did it make you wet seeing me in charge like that? I bet seeing me at work just had all sorts of dirty little thoughts flood your mind. I’m right, aren’t I?” She really could read your mind. Her hands were now practically pawing at your chest through your shirt and you could already feel your nipples harden through the fabric. 

Kate let out a low, smug chuckle when you barely even nodded your head. In a flash, she spun you to face her and the mischievous look in her eye told you she thoroughly enjoyed learning this new little fact about you. 

“Well, if that’s the case then why don’t we see just how much you enjoyed it, shall we?” Kate’s hand was immediately making its way down your body and straight into your panties. Her fingers pressed hard against your clit for a moment before running down between your folds. You gasped in both shock and pleasure at her sudden move. Part of you felt like you should be ashamed that this new side of Kate had you already turned on so much that Kate could literally feel it, but the other part of you just wanted to see more of this. 

“Oh, you really like seeing me in charge, don’t you?” Kate’s voice was low as she spoke, her eyes never leaving yours as she pulled her hand from your pants. You, however, had your eyes glued to her fingers as she brought them back up slowly. Two fingers pressed to her lips before she parted them and sank them into her mouth slowly. She was making a show of it and you couldn’t help the wide-eyed look you were giving her as you listened to her let a soft moan out from around her own fingers. 

She removed her fingers with a pop, her pupils blown and eyes full of hunger as she looked you up and down. You just gulped, shifting where you stood as you waited for her to do something– anything to ease the nervous tension in the room and the horrible ache that was starting to occur between your legs. 

“Kate-” You began to say, but she cut you off by placing the same two fingers that were just in her mouth right onto your lips. 

“Shhh, I’m in charge tonight. Got it?” You nodded your response and Kate’s devious smile came right back to her face. “Good. Now, you’ll be a good girl for me and do exactly what I say.” All you could do was nod again. 

She pressed her fingers harder to your lips and you took the hint before she even had to say anything. “Suck,” She whispered, but you were already parting your lips and taking in those same fingers. 

Kate immediately bit her lip to keep her face a bit more neutral and to seem more in charge, but it was hard not to react. When she saw how eager you already were to please her and to let her help live out whatever fantasy she knew you had going on in your mind, she was just so giddy. She pressed her fingers down a little on your tongue and felt you suck harder on them. If she was being honest, this alone had her wet for you.

Her fingers very slowly and slightly pushed in and out of your mouth and your hands went to clutch at her shirt as you kept sucking on them. The flush on your cheeks was very evident and your eyes fell closed as she kept doing what she wanted. But then suddenly, she removed them from your mouth and your eyes snapped back open to watch whatever Kate had planned for you next.

She took two steps back and you could tell the wheels were turning in her mind as she carefully planned out the next steps she would take. 

“Strip and get on the bed,” she ordered and your hands immediately fell to your pants, shimmying them down and off of you before moving to your shirt. You stood there, completely naked besides your panties in front of a fully clothed Kate. For some reason, even though she had seen you naked countless times, this time you felt incredibly shy. Purposefully, you decided to leave your panties on and your hands went to your chest to cover your breasts in front of Kate’s hungry gaze.

“Do I have to tell you in more detail? I told you to strip.” Kate’s tone was harsh, like she was reprimanding you, but deep down you both knew this was part of whatever new game you two were playing. “Take them off. Now.”

You jumped at the sharpness in her voice and immediately did as you were told, wriggling out of your panties in record speed. Then, you remembered the second part of her orders and planted yourself directly on the bed. 

“Better,” Kate hummed her approval as she stalked towards you. “But I want you further on the bed. Lay down for me and spread your legs.”

Without hesitation, you did exactly what you were told. Scooting yourself on the bed before laying down, but still propping yourself up on your elbows so you could see Kate’s every move. She didn’t exactly wait for you to spread your legs before she started to kneel on the bed and spread them for herself. Your eyes met Kate’s as she took one hand and again ran her fingers through your folds. 

“Are you enjoying this?” Kate husked as she started to circle your clit with her finger tips. You nodded, but then Kate’s fingers stopped. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes,” was all you could manage to squeak out. As long as you two had been together, you were still feeling too embarrassed to admit how much you were loving this side of her.

“I’m going to need a little more than that.”

“Yes, Kate, yes I like it! Can you just please keep touching me?”

“Shhh, shhh remember who’s in charge.” Kate’s fingers resumed their movements against your clit and your head finally fell back on the pillow. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” 

“U-uh huh,” you murmured as your hips began to move with her fingers, trying to gain more traction. Your eyes had slipped closed again and your mouth hung slightly open as her fingers kept their steady work on your clit. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you were already getting close just from the way Kate knew how to play with your body mixed with this new attitude of hers. 

She could also tell by the slight tremble of your thighs and the way your breathing picked up. but she wasn’t done with you just yet. Her fingers stopped once again and you let out a frustrated huff that she didn’t miss, but was proud when you didn’t whine or question her actions. Good, Kate thought. It seemed to her like you were willing to give her all the power tonight, just like she wanted and knew you wanted too. 

“Wait.” Kate said as she shuffled back from you on the bed. A devious grin spread across her face. There was a look in her eye that told you whatever she was planning was going to be something very new. Newer than any of what’s already happened tonight. “There’s something missing here.” 

Kate moved, swinging her leg over your body until she was straddling your waist. She looked down at you for a moment, balancing herself on her knees as she did. Then, her hands fell to the belt of her jeans. 

“I don’t have cuffs,” Kate said more to herself than you. “So my belt will have to do.” 

The look of shock on your face was definitely evident to Kate as she began undoing her belt.

“Hands together and up. Grab the bar of the headboard, okay?” You knew the last part of that was more of a question than a demand. It was Kate’s way of checking in with you, telling you that you could stop and say no if you wanted to. It was soft and subtle, but you knew each other well. If this was something so new for the both of you, you knew that Kate was prepared to keep an eye on your reactions and halt the whole thing if you indicated even the slightest bit of discomfort. So far, discomfort wasn’t what you were showing at all, just a nervous anticipation for this new side of Kate and an embarrassing excitement for your own responses to it.

So, when Kate asked the question, to show that you were still all in you did what you were told. You raised your hands up, scooting yourself down so they could be stretched flat onto the pillow above your head when your fingers wrapped around the head board. 

“That’s my girl,” Kate praised before tugging the belt out of her belt loops in one swift motion. She then leaned forward, her whole upper, clothed body pressed to your naked one. Her chest was pressed to your face, slightly suffocating, but you didn’t mind. Her hands made quick work of securing your wrists together. You would’ve been shocked at how speedy she was at that had you not been focused on the fact that you were disappointed she was still clothed and pressed to your face. If only you could just have her in your mouth…

“Keep your hands there,” Kate ordered as she pulled back from you. You already felt the strain on your arms for having them stretched above your head, but you were determined to do exactly as she said. If you were being honest, the fact that your wrists were bound was already doing something to you that you didn’t expect. You pressed your legs together as you looked up at where your hands were resting above your head. The image of her belt keeping your wrist snug and locked together would forever be burned into your mind in the best kind of way. 

“I thought I told you to have your legs open for me.” Kate’s hand, now free from restraining your wrists, reached back to give your thigh a hard smack. Your whole body jumped at that, but you couldn’t deny the flood of wetness that immediately followed. 

“I- I’m sorry.” You were practically panting at this point and Kate hadn’t even really touched you yet. The way she was being so commanding and powerful was just turning you on beyond belief. 

“You should be.” Kate’s voice was condescending, but the smirk on her lips was back as she scooted back and leaned on her knees just to watch her handy work. She was enjoying this way too much, but you just looked so good this way. Your wrists were bound, your chest was heaving, there was a faint red hand print from where she had smacked your thigh, and she could even see how wet you were for her. It was all such a beautiful sight to Kate. Not only that, but it really did make her feel powerful in a way that no interrogation ever had. Yeah, maybe the unsubs were at her mercy when she commanded the room, but they weren’t happy about it. This was different. You willingly gave up your power so that Kate could take control and do to you whatever her heart desired. It was exhilarating. 

Kate took a beat or two more to really soak you in before she suddenly pushed herself up and off the bed. To your delight, she immediately started stripping herself of her clothes too. You watched eagerly as everything came off before she returned to you on the bed. This time, as she made her way to you, she made sure to stop when she was straddling your stomach and pressed her body down.

Her hips began a slow drag against your skin and your breath hitched when you felt her wetness on your own stomach as she moved against you. Knowing she was just as wet as you were had you squirming underneath her even more, but it only got worse when you watched as Kate moved her fingers down to her own clit and started touching herself while she moved her hips in a slow pace against your own body. 

“It’s killing you, isn’t it?” Kate was slightly breathless as she spoke, her fingers working fast against her own clit. “Is it that you can’t touch me or that you want to be touched?”

“Both,” you practically moaned as your eyes stayed glued to Kate’s fingers. Above you, Kate let out a sarcastic laugh before moving her fingers lower. You watched with what you would probably guess was a pitiful look as she sank down onto her own fingers and started to ride them on top of you.

Without realizing it, you let out a pathetic whine, which just spurred Kate on more. 

“Good girls wait,” Kate taunted as her body moved faster on top of you. You could tell she was already close. The sight of you had gotten Kate so wound up that she knew it wouldn’t take long. Just long enough to drive you a little bit crazy. And, fuck, was it working.

With a shutter running through her whole body, she came on top of you. The moan she had let out when she came mixed with the way her body moved was a beautiful sight and you struggled to keep your legs open for her when all you wanted was some sort of sensation to make yourself feel better from the extreme arousal you were experiencing. 

After a moment, Kate moved down your body, still kneeling as she placed herself between your legs. “Look at you,” she teased. “You’re such a mess.” Your face flushed even more as she took the two fingers that were covered in her own cum and wiped them clean on your inner thighs. You really were a mess, she wasn’t lying. Your stomach glistened with her wetness and you were sure, by now, that your own was dripping from your pussy. It didn’t help that you were already breathless just from the sight of your wife coming on top of you and the fact that your whole body was practically shaking with desire for her to finally make you cum too. 

“Kate, please,” you whined, your head craning up to give her your most pitiful look of need that you could possibly muster. 

It must’ve worked, because finally Kate’s fingers were back to touching you. Her fingers played with your clit for a moment as she again crawled towards your body. Suddenly, you found her naked form pressed to yours and the sensation of that made your head swim. With the hand that wasn’t on your clit, Kate was pushing one of your legs until you could spread even more open for her. You felt a burn in your thighs as she pushed your legs to spread more than you thought  you were capable of.  

Her fingers trailed down from your clit, through your folds, until she was finally circling your entrance. You held your breath in anticipation of finally getting what you wanted, but Kate was still in the mood to tease you. She dipped her finger tip inside you before going back to lightly brushing her fingers through your folds again. A groan of frustration fell from your lips before you could stop it and all Kate did in response was laugh.

Then, when you weren’t expecting it she finally gave you what you wanted. Two fingers slipped into you at once, pushing into you as deep as possible. You cried out and all Kate did in response was pull her fingers out, only to slam them back in. When you repeated the sound it was like it spurred Kate on even more; she kept doing that. Fucking you in a slow, but hard way she hadn’t before. With Kate knuckles deep inside you, you weren’t able to keep yourself quiet in the slightest. You thanked your lucky stars Meg was at a friend’s house because you knew the moans Kate was drawing from you were echoing throughout the entire house. 

Kate shifted gears, using her own body weight to put more power behind each pump of her fingers. Her body was moving against yours and your fingers were tightening around the headboard. It was moments like this where you wished you could grab onto her, but the added idea that you were bound and helpless to the way she was currently fucking you just made everything all the more intense. 

Her pace was steady, but the strength she put behind it was unforgiving. Her mouth was busy too; tongue and teeth going over both your nipples and all over your neck. In the morning you were sure you’d find tons of angry bruises and bite marks from the way she was treating your poor skin. You didn’t mind one bit though. Your legs trembled around Kate and you felt your walls tightening around her fingers as she kept fucking you. 

It took her curling her fingers inside you and hitting that one spot that she knew always drove you crazy for you to practically scream her name. All the while she kept cooing things like “good girl” and “love the way you feel around my fingers” or other things that would otherwise make your cheeks flush if they weren’t already. 

After a few more powerful pumps of her fingers, you finally fell apart. With a guttural groan you came hard all over her fingers. Your head slammed back onto the pillow and your hands gripped at the headboard so hard your knuckles turned white. Kate was still giving you praises as she slowed her fingers and let you come down from your orgasm. 

“Wow,” Kate sighed as she watched your body relax again.

“Yeah, wow,” you said breathlessly, your eyes still shut as you tried to compose yourself. “That was… just wow.”

Kate chuckled, leaning up on the bed again. She moved and finally freed you from your restraints, gently massaging at the skin that was slightly angry from how tight her belt had been on your wrists. It also didn’t help that you weren’t exactly still while Kate was practically fucking you into the mattress.

“I know,” Kate smiled as she kept your wrists in her hands, moving and stretching your arms for you to get rid of any stiffness. “I should have you come by my work more often.”

You just nodded eagerly. Words were a struggle when you were still coming down from what was possibly the strongest orgasm Kate has ever given you. Still, you wholeheartedly agreed.

Kate let out a soft laugh at your apparently eagerness, before getting herself up and off the bed. She still had one of your wrists wrapped gingerly in her fingers as she tugged you to sit up. “But for now,” she said as she helped you stand on wobbly legs, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You followed happily and Kate couldn’t help the triumphant smirk at the fact that you were still just so willing to please. Tonight definitely wouldn’t be the only night she’d test how obedient you could be. As she pulled you to the shower, Kate made a mental note to buy a few things and see just how much she could test this theory…

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My beautiful brilliant bestie Laur 🥹

I am so full of love for you and for this story and for everything we’ve been through on this journey and tonight I decided that I don’t want my praises on your fics to be contained to our DMs anymore!! Now that I’ve come out of my tumblr ghost phase, it’s only right that my effusive reactions to your fics should be shouted from the rooftops, so I’ve dug them all up, and am going to be reblogging them in the coming days ✨

I’m calling it the Laur love tour 💗

Here’s what I sent you when I first read Breathe 3 sooo many months ago! (I’m starting with this chapter because my reactions to Parts 1 and 2 were mostly just inarticulate keyboard smashes about how happy I was to have found such an awesome twin Hunnam hoe 😅)

I love you so much and can’t wait to dive headfirst (or 🐱first?) back into this incredible series as soon as I’m in the right place for it. There aren’t words for how much I adore it 💖 But nonetheless of course, below the cut are an absolute shit ton of words 🤣

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OKAYYYYY so I already read Breathe 3 last thing before bed and first thing when I woke up this morning, and I think I’m going to reread it again now so that I can gush about specific things (lol ‘gush’ in more ways than one 🤣💦) and quote some of my fave lines back to you!!

UGH THAT FIRST SCENE when he sees her in the gym and is all smiling and sauntering and drawling and winking and eyebrow-lifting and exuding BDE is hot as FUCK (and thank you for mentioning how good his ass looks!! 😋🙏🍑). And of course thank you for all the references THROUGHOUT this chapter to how he is literally dripping with sweat. They were so vivid. I died DEAD. 🥵💦💀

The foreplay between them in the gym is fucking AMAZING?! “watching you like his prey” MMHMMM OKAYYYY. Also I used to do a lot of yoga so I appreciated the descriptions of how certain poses can really put one’s body on display 🧘🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️👀😂

“he didn't know what the fuck he was doing” – I LOVED this moment of the captain departing from his characteristic deliberation as she brings all of his walls crumbling down and the fact that he *knew* from the moment he saw her that she would be his undoing?!??! Crying screaming swooning!!! 😭😫😍

Ok at this rate I’m just going to quote the whole fic 😆 Let me keep rereading and try not to rant about every little thing.. Oh but their first kiss had me fucking DRIPPING 💦 And the “Yeah?” that he breathlessly mutters?!?!! WHY IS THAT A WHOLE DAMN KINK ❤️‍🔥

“Jesus Christ, look what you're doing to me” — but LOOK WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME MISS LAUR 🫠 The trail of soft golden hairs and her reaction to his HUGENESS 😩🍆 Then the way his iron head HAMMERS her and your description of “his lower abs and coarse hairs around his cock rubbed against your clit” like I have a whole kink for his pubes lol and you’re hitting me right where it hurts WHY U DO DIS. 😵💘

Then “We’re going to my place”— “I'm not nearly done with you”—just run me over with a fucking truck why don’t you 🙃🛻

They’re just so painfully eager for each other and it pulsates through every word of this chapter and it’s so HOT I just CANNOT 🔥

And the little touches of sweetness and softness?? The nose-rubbing when he says he’ll be all-in 🥹 I’m so in love with ALL OF THIS 💗

“godly flesh”—yes indeed ma’am—and I came when he saw the mess of her panties and said “God damn” 🫠🌊

“dark glare from him as he loomed above you”—DOM!WILL CUMMING THRUUUUU 😈

I LOVE how you convey her submission and worship of him!! You KNOW that’s my jam and this whole bj scene is straight outta my dreams. Again with all the bits about how good his sweaty body feels and smells and tastes and everything I’m fucking bursting at the seams 🤯

You’re truly INCREDIBLE at showing what a sex god he is through every word of this—“you appreciated every muscle working and straining to provide you every bit of pleasure he could”—SOO GOOD

And then THIS SHIT—“It was becoming compulsive, needing to feel and taste his sweat on your lips, tongue and skin, the scent of his exertion nearly overpowering that of your sex that filled the room, each breath you worked to take leaving you even more breathless as you desperately tried to fill your lungs with it”—I’ve reread that line like several hundred times ughh it hits me to the core of my soul and is fucking exquisite 🤩

Then THE LAST FIVE PARAGRAPHS GODDAMN MURDERED MEEE like omggg the purity and intimacy and that last line specifically had me feeling all of the feelings and my heart exploded for him almost as hard as my 🐱 fuck like HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS. I am going to sue you for damages. 😩❤️‍🔥💔

Okayy so there was the play-by-play 😅 Hopefully that wasn’t too incoherent or anything and conveyed at least some of what I’m hoping to convey!! Hands down the best tumblr fic I’ve EVER read, I can say that with full confidence without even having Part 4 yet. I could keep going on and on but in con-fucking-clusion THANK YOU for this beautiful blessing of a fic, and I cannot wait to read more of your writing about our favorite ironheaded dick!!! 🍆🥰💗

Breathe

Part 3

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse. Swearing. Public sex. Oral sex (M receiving). Too many mentions of his sweaty body 🫠💦 Slight dom/sub dynamics.

Summary: You're back at the gym attempting to distract yourself from thinking of Will, your conversation from the night before weighing on your mind, but it turns out Captain Miller has even less restraint when it comes to you than he thought he did.

A/N: The smut is finally here, and it's really long. That's what she said.

Part 1 Part 2

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Coming to the gym at this time of day was bliss. Hardly anyone was ever here - having already rushed after work so they could get home to their families - leaving you without distraction to focus on your routine and enjoy this time for yourself.

It seemed like when you were here you could really shut your mind off and just be; no work, no stress, nothing filtering in or out that was worth a second thought.

Lately it had been very different, though, and today was the worst out of all of them. You still couldn't keep count of your reps to save your life, your mind completely occupied by Will. Getting through work was bad enough, every thought regarding your job followed by one of him, and now you knew it was impossible to rid him from your mind.

You did your best not to continuously glance around the gym in hopes of seeing him, but there was no use denying you were craving to lay your eyes on him again especially after last night, his powerful words playing on repeat.

“I want you.”

Regardless of wanting you, he had made it clear that he wasn't acting on it, so you needed to do your best to lay these feelings to rest and work on self-preservation.

You placed the dumbbells you had just finished using back on the rack and grabbed a disinfectant towel to wipe them down, switching out for a heavier pair in hopes that struggling through a little pain would help set you straight.

Just as you vowed to forget all the ways he made you feel, you caught in the reflection of the mirror in front of you the Miller brothers walking in through the front doors.

Blue eyes instantly locked with yours, and the slight smile tugging at his perfect lips had your heart leaping into your throat and your stomach fluttering with excitement and arousal as it always did whenever he was around.

You cursed to yourself when he started sauntering over right when you started into your first round, doing your best to focus on your form and not let his presence disturb you too much.

"Hey," he drawled, placing his hands on his hips.

"Hey," you panted, attempting to limit the amount of effort showing on your face.

"You been here long?" Will asked, looking around before peering at you from under those long, blond lashes.

"Uhh, not really, no," you huffed, dropping your weights and smoothing your hair out of your face, taking the opportunity for a rest before your next set. "I'm almost done with this and was going to do the stairmaster before doing a long stretch. I'm still sore from the other day."

You gave a small laugh, watching the side of his mouth turn upward, his eyebrows lifting in amusement.

"Maybe I'll join you for that stretch," he spoke, his voice low. "I've gotta help Benny and then he's heading out for training."

"Well, you know where to find me."

"Okay." He winked at you, sending a pulsing need straight to your core, the sight of his ass in his shorts as he walked away not helping your case.

In a fury, you picked up your dumbbells and powered through your last sets with more energy than you had ever had, putting your frustrations to good use.

The music in your ears was louder than it should be, using it to drown out all the thoughts you were having, each step on the circulating, automatic stairs working to take you to a place that maybe didn't include him. It was helpful that the cardio machines were all facing away from the weights, so even though you knew he was somewhere behind you, you had the view of the night sky and streetlights to look at instead of him and his brother lifting what always looked like more than double your bodyweight.

Punishing yourself for what crossed your mind after that, you pushed the button to increase the incline as well as the speed, needing to use this burnout to displace the buzzing in your mind.

After another five minutes you turned off the machine, feeling the effects on your legs and glutes tenfold as you lowered your feet back onto the floor, the tremble in them almost too much as you were forced to climb back up to wipe down the stairmaster.

As you walked toward the open section where you would perform your stretches, you glanced over to see the Miller's hard at work; sweat dripping off of Will's nose as he spotted Benny through a heavy set of bench presses.

"Okay, that's good, Benny," Will told his brother, helping him replace the barbell back on the rack after he completed his final rep. "You're gonna be too gassed to spar tonight."

Benny sat up and checked his watch, "Yeah, I should get over there anyway. You hanging out here for a bit?"

Will craned his neck to look over a machine, spotting you on the floor with your legs in a precarious position.

"Yeah, man, I'll see you at home," he nodded.

"I'm going for beers after, so I'll be in later," Benny explained, grabbing his ball cap out of Will's out-stretched hand to place backwards on his head, doing a poor attempt at keeping his wet, longer tresses contained.

Inhale. One, two, three. Exhale. One, two, three.

You repeated this with each movement, flowing through a relaxing vinyasa, feeling your muscles lengthen and stretch out that held onto the warmth from your workout to make it all feel that much better.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you were only focused on your breathing, not having to consciously remind yourself to do it, your rhythm slow and controlled.

You transitioned from downward dog into chaturanga and back again, peddling out your heels alternatively to stretch your hamstrings and calves, indulging in the sensation of your tight muscles loosening up.

Continuing this a few more times, you prayed that a view of your ass sticking up in the air would draw over Will's attention, and while in your last downward dog, you glanced through your legs to find him sneaking a peek as he jogged on the treadmill.

Tucking your lip between your teeth to stave off your smile, you moved forward into a plank, holding position and breathing through for a minute before folding into child's pose, then up into table top where you slowly rotated your head from side to side. You arched your back, exhaling as you felt relief in your spine in cow, then rounded it up into cat, each exchange between the two poses putting you perfectly on display.

You wouldn't hesitate to admit you were holding your poses longer than was necessary, the wind-down from your intense workout feeling almost as rewarding as knowing there were a set of blue eyes locked on you; anything to tempt the man watching you like his prey.

Will always had a plan. Everything he did was deliberate and carefully executed, but as he slammed the stop button on the treadmill and dismounted it before it even had the chance to stop and walked over to you now, he didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

He couldn't take it any longer, seeing you bent over like that on the mat, stretching your nimble limbs that he kept imagining tossing about and manipulating into different positions; the walls of composure and collection he worked so hard to carefully build up crumbling to the ground because of you.

No one else had ever made him feel like this, making him want to lose control, and everything in him knew you would be his undoing the moment he laid eyes on you.

You had finished your show for him and were making your way toward the change rooms, making Will take a quick scan of the gym as he followed, spotting one guy who had recently come in and started his workout over on the far side, and a woman who conveniently carried all her belongings with her moving contentedly on an elliptical. There was only ever one staff member on shift at a time - tonight a teenage kid whose face was glued to the screen of his phone - and otherwise the gym was dead.

Within a few long strides, Will was behind you, his stealth catching you by surprise when he gently took hold of your elbow and made you flinch and pull it away instinctively before clasping your hand to your chest, your laugh and smile only increasing his ferocity.

Your expression quickly shifted into curiosity, tilting your head slightly as you must have registered the hormones pouring off of him, knowing he had no way of disguising the dark look in his eyes or the way his body worked to lean close to yours.

Will held his breath as he let what little patience he had left give you some grace, waiting and watching as your eyes fell from his down to his lips, your pulse quickening in your neck a cue that everything in you knew what was about to happen.

You met each other without hesitation, lips crashing against one another furiously, the first taste making you moan loudly and him growl appreciatively, taking only a couple of sloppy, hasty kisses to find a tempo that already had Will hard and you desperate for more.

He walked into you, forcing you back against the wall, the air in your lungs blowing out as you thudded against the painted concrete blocks.

His hands cupped your face and he pulled away for a moment, wanting to check that he wasn't getting carried away in everything he was wanting.

Your lips couldn't look more inviting, glistening with his saliva, already slightly puffy from his beard roughly moving against them, and the look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know; you were done waiting and were ready for him, whatever the consequences.

He narrowed his eyes, still searching yours for a firm answer, and breathlessly muttered, "Yeah?"

You nodded in return despite how firmly he was holding your face, your own 'yes' dying on your lips as you leaned forward and kissed him hard, your hands reaching up to claw at his damp t-shirt.

You knew Will would taste and smell divine, but it was impossible to fathom him being this craveable, the more your tongue probed and rolled against his, the more you knew you needed to have your mouth on every inch of him.

Your hands slid down his chest to his waistband where you slipped them up beneath the hem of his shirt, skirting them upward to feel the smooth skin covering the ripples of thick muscles and flesh. He groaned into your mouth, the rumble of his low octave reverberating through you to increase your desire to please this man even more, making the wetness between your legs match the amount of sweat that coated the rest of your body.

Your fingertips easily slid across his torso on account of his own layer of sweat, and you could taste it on his lips with each kiss; being able to experience this raw, accelerated version of each other all the more alluring and empowering.

The sound of a heavy weight clanging against metal brought you both back into awareness of your location; the hallway leading to the change rooms not the most discreet choice for your heated make-out session.

Will cast a hungry glance at you and nodded his head toward the men's change room, thinking it was more likely for a man to be less offended in walking in on anything than a woman.

Having dreamt of this for longer than you could imagine, you pushed your inhibitions aside and followed him willingly, your arousal spiking as you abandoned all modesty.

A guttural sound that you knew was meant to be a chuckle tore past his lips as he backed you up against a set of lockers, the steel against the exposed skin under your sports bra making you jolt forward into him.

"Jesus Christ, look what you're doing to me," he whispered before capturing your lips again in a needy kiss.

Your fingers danced across his torso again, under his damp shirt, following the trail of soft, golden hairs that started below his belly button and continued beneath his shorts.

Will tugged at your bottom lip roughly with his teeth as you dared to explore further, his breathing increasing with his lust, his impatience for you to take him in your hand growing along with everything else.

Continuing to kiss you like he was trying to steal your air, he hastily tore his shorts down over his ass, grabbing your hand and shoving it down the front of them where you eagerly took hold of his swollen cock and stroked it appreciatively.

A long moan that turned into a whine blew past your lips, having assumed from all the times you had stared that he would be big but didn't think he was this huge, your fingers closing around his thick girth as you moved up and down his generous length.

Your core ached and throbbed with a need to have him buried inside you and stretching you out like never before, your skin tingling with what felt like electricity at the anticipation of it.

Will knew it was risky, aware that anyone could walk in at any given moment, and even though he had done a thorough evaluation of who was currently in the gym, that someone new could show up and head right into the change room where he was about to fuck you without care of anyone seeing. It wasn't like him to be so careless, but for the first time since the Publix incident, his basic instincts were taking over, clouding his mind and betraying his control.

The way you were working his dick had him on the brink already, and in a rageful haze he shoved his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and peeled them down your thighs, doing the same with your slick-coated panties next.

The tight spandex of your leggings had your legs trapped at the knee, hardly allowing any room for you to spread your legs apart, and after swiping his long fingers through your soaked folds and up to lubricate your swollen clit, Will took hold of your ass and your hip with each of his hands and drove his cock into you.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he growled, pulling all the way out before slamming back in again, filling you to your deepest point where you cried out and clawed your nails into his shoulder.

He hammered you recklessly, the control he had over you and his unrelenting thrusts the only thing he did have control of, the rest of him lost and consumed by your panting, open-mouthed kisses and your wet pussy encasing him like a vice.

The door of the locker supporting you made noise with every thrust, his force amazing you and sending you closer to your climax each time, the sensation of his long, hard cock dragging in and out tightly against your walls making you fall faster than ever.

You did your best to move along with him, cursing the restriction of your pants that trapped your legs no further than hip-distance apart, but Will made up for it with the motion of his own hips, rolling up into you so his lower abs and coarse hairs around his cock rubbed against your clit with perfect pressure and tempo.

"Fuck! Will!" you screamed, burying your face in the crook of his sweaty neck, attempting to quiet yourself as you plummeted into ecstasy.

Feeling you clench around him and soak his throbbing dick only made him work harder, fucking you violently to carry you through your orgasm, aiming to intensify and extend it as selflessly as he could.

The sounds pouring from you and the way your body shuddered and quivered in aftershocks sent him barrelling into his own orgasm, and borrowing confidence from you, he let himself give in to his release.

"Cum in me, Will, please!" you begged, holding onto his frame desperately, rocking your hips against him to aid in his pleasure.

"Fuck!" he roared, bucking into you wildly, supporting your body with only his cock and one of his hands as he slammed his other against the locker beside you, his aggression spurring you into a second climax.

His hot seed filled you and coated your overly-sensitive lips and clit perfectly, transitioning you from one orgasm that hadn't ever died down to another, even more intense one.

Will didn't stop moving in you until he knew you had ridden out every second of your high, and as you both began to quiet yourselves from your pleasure, he kissed you ardently, his hand reaching up to hold the back of your head to keep you securely against his mouth.

Despite wanting to stay buried inside you but becoming aware of your situation again, Will slipped from you and pulled his boxers and shorts back up, watching as you slid your panties over your perfect thighs to re-cover your even more perfect pussy, the way your leggings hugged your curves nearly making him hard again already as they smoothed along your gorgeous skin.

He looked from you over his shoulder and then back again, licking his lips before he spoke in a low tone.

“We’re going to my place,” he instructed, giving you no choice, “I'm not nearly done with you."

You grinned when he turned his back to you, taking your hand to lead you through the gym and out the doors quickly and efficiently, the Captain in him shining and making you burn with desire to see everything he was capable of.

His house wasn't more than two minutes away from the gym - much to your approval - even knowing he was driving his truck faster than the speed limit permitted and was likely taking the fastest route he had figured out ages ago.

You sat leaning against the passenger-side door, eating him up shamelessly as he drove, admiring the veins in his arms and hands that rippled through his tattoos, the focus straining on his still-sweaty face as he concentrated on getting you home as quickly as he could.

The traffic light ahead turned to yellow, making Will's cheeks flinch as he clenched his teeth out of frustration, his dire need to get to you again filling you with fresh want that complimented the swell of your ego.

“What happened to self-control…only doing the things you're supposed to be doing?" you asked, your voice sultry and barely recognizable to your ears.

He gave a sly, sideways glance at you, his fingers tapping the dash as his hand hung loosely over the steering wheel, his eyebrow cocked on his forehead as he caught the cheekiness in your question.

"Or not trusting yourself?" you boldly continued, his silence prompting a false confidence in you.

The light turned green and he let his foot off the brake, letting the truck roll forward before he eased on the accelerator.

He turned his head to look at you fully this time, his eyes alight with something playful that made your stomach flip.

“I never said I was good at following those rules.”

Even in his rush to get you home, Will drove with precision, only driving a little more recklessly when he turned onto his street and sped toward his driveway, pulling in and slamming his pickup in park while reaching up to hit the button to open the garage door on the visor above his head.

You made to get out, your hand pulling on the handle to open your door, only to be stopped when you felt Will's hand grip around your other wrist to pull you back, his lips crashing against yours as soon as your body twisted toward him again.

Your kiss slowly broke, his lips still brushing yours gently, his voice low when he muttered, “I still don't trust myself with you.”

His nose rubbed against yours back and forth before he pulled away a little more, a stormy colour tinting his usually lighter blue eyes.

"I told you I would be all-in, and I meant that.” He looked at you seriously, and you wondered if this was the same look he gave fellow soldiers after delegating a command. "This is your time to go if you don't want it."

You felt your voice catch in your throat, your lungs struggling to find air, but somehow managed to speak with surety, committing yourself completely.

"I'm not going anywhere, Will."

Making it inside the house was a blur and became almost impossible, the inability to keep your hands and mouths off each other making the distance from the truck to the door further than it was.

Will blindly found the door knob and twisted it, kicking it open with his foot so forcefully it thudded against the wall with a bang, the sound lost on both of you.

The smell of the house was somehow familiar, lingering with traces of the scent you now knew was his, along with a faintness of laundry detergent as well as what you only assumed was the Miller brother's dinner from last night.

As curious as you were to look around and see what the walls that made up Will’s home contained, your priority was to satisfy your curiosity in seeing the body you had imagined naked so many times in all its godly flesh.

Will hesitantly paused in kissing you when your fingers skirted along the hem of his shirt, lifting his arms up over his head to allow you to pull the drenched cotton off of him, a playful smirk tugging at his lips once he was able to see you again.

In utter amazement at his form that was the perfect combination of toned muscle and thick skin, you smoothed your hands up his stomach to his pecs before going further to the wide column of his neck where you pulled him down slightly in order to kiss him more. He hummed into your mouth, relishing in how good you tasted and felt on his tongue, his whole body still charged and buzzing from finally being able to put his lips on yours.

You felt yourself starting to become hyper-aware of every part of his body that contacted yours, and feeling his fingertips wedge under the band of your sports bra, you were ready to fall apart right then. The sweat that saturated the already tight-fitting garment made it difficult to remove, but Will made it seem effortless as his hands stretched it away from your clammy skin and peeled it over your head. A hungry growl reverberated through him as he took in the sight of your bare chest, appreciating the soft curves of each breast with his slender fingers before plucking and twisting your stiffened nipples between them.

You moaned, closing your eyes and tipping your head back, the goosebumps that poured out over every inch of your skin reaching your scalp where a shiver shot straight down your back.

"Will…" you breathed, praying he would never stop touching you.

The sound of his name coming from your lips like that made him feel feral, and there was no more time to waste in getting you fully naked so he could fuck you again and feel every part of you on him.

His lips dove to your neck, kissing you roughly while his hands traveled down your waist where his fingers took hold on the band of your leggings sitting snugly against your waist, a growl vibrating through him as he stripped them down your legs.

As gracefully as you could, you reached down to peel them away from your ankles, holding onto his broad shoulders for support as you did, the way the damp material clung to your skin not making it an easy task.

You stood in only your soiled panties, waiting for him with bated breath to rid you of those too, thankful when he made it his priority. His fingers grazed over your barely-covered pussy, and he huffed a shaky laugh in feeling how saturated the thin cotton was, his mouth covering yours in a claiming kiss as he pressed his thumb on your clit and circled it over top of the fabric.

You pressed yourself down on his hand, needing more friction, rolling your hips slightly to make the wetness lingering from the quickie in the gym spread more across your aching sex.

Will could hear his blood pounding in his ears, ready to cut loose everything he was trying to restrain, the soft moans pouring from your sweet lips making him rip your thong from you, the sight of his cum settled in the crotch of it and glistening on your pussy satisfying his most savage needs.

"God damn," he growled, seeing the mess he made of you drop to the floor heavily, your feet stepping out of them carefully before he grabbed under your bum and lifted you up, carrying you quickly to his bedroom with your legs wrapped around him.

Setting you down, he pushed the door closed so hard it slammed, returning to you in a rush to consume all of you, his tongue tangling with yours again as he held your chin to deepen your kiss.

You felt desperate to have him naked, the tease you got of him at the gym simply not enough, your want to memorize every inch of him overpowering and all-consuming. Your hands pushed against his chest, silently telling him to back away, your interruption resulting in a dark glare from him as he loomed above you. Swallowing, your mouth already watering at knowing what you were about to witness, you tugged at his shorts, the brisk motion making his hard cock spring free and bounce up and down in the most alluring way.

Tilting your head up to capture his lips again, both of your hands moved between your bodies, gripping one around his shaft and the other cupping his sack. You massaged him gently, increasing your pressure the more the movement of his lips increased in fervor with yours, his hips bucking into your hands slowly as you worked him. His skin was hot and damp, the sweaty, musky scent potent and making you drunk on him and eager to taste him.

Will still held your face, carefully prying you away from him with a sigh, his hands shifting to run over your hair to the back of your head where it all met in a ponytail, pulling at it slightly to tip your head back. His lips peppered along your throat as he slipped your hair tie down and out of your hair, letting it fall freely onto your shoulders while the elastic dropped to the floor. You whined when he raked his fingers through it, your nipples hardening even more at the sensation, unable to believe the reactions he so effortlessly brought out of you.

Stilling your strokes on his throbbing dick, you opened your eyes and kept them locked with his vibrantly blue ones, slowly dropping to your knees as you let your hands trail down his thighs, squeezing the vast muscles of his quads.

Maintaining your eye contact, you hoped you conveyed your worship of him, ready to submit to him and his every command, the flex of his cock and the appeasement on his face telling you you were.

Before you even dared to put your lips to him, you breathed in, inhaling deeply to capture as much of the smell of him that you possibly could, the intoxicating mix of his sweat and cum and your own tangy scent making you shift on your knees, trying to allay the ache between your legs.

"Don't even think about touching yourself," he barked, his hoarse voice making you hold your breath in shock that he somehow could read your mind.

You smiled slightly, looking up at him again as you brought your lips forward, teasing the tip of his cock back and forth to coat them with the precum that leaked from it. Parting them more, you let his head spread them open fully, giving little resistance as he pushed into the heat of your mouth, his legs tensing beneath your palms while you whined as you took him to the back of your throat.

He tasted better than you had imagined, the saltiness of his sweat and his cum the best thing your taste buds had ever experienced, your eagerness to keep sucking on him clear in how you expertly swirled your tongue around his length, your head moving in a precise rhythm with aim to wreck him.

Will's breathing was already ragged, feeling like he could explode at any moment, his mind split between fucking your mouth until he came down your throat and nearly choked you or prying you off of him so he could finish in that tight pussy of yours again.

"Jesus Christ, baby," he groaned, moving his hips in tempo with your head, your hands wrapping around to grab his ass to encourage him to do so.

Looking down at you, he nearly fell apart, seeing your teary eyes still locked on him faithfully, spit seeping from the corners of your mouth, turning into more of a mess with every movement along his throbbing cock.

"Up," he strangled out, his voice hoarse but still clear in his demand.

You continued as you were doing, applying more forceful sucks to his head, your selfishness outshining your obedience.

"You heard me."

His words washed over you like a drug, the look on his face tempting you to risk defying his order again, but ultimately did as you were told and released him with a crude 'pop', a sated smile dressing your lips that Will wiped clean with his thumb.

"Sorry," you cooed, still smirking at him as you stood.

"No you're not," Will half-grinned, shaking his head slightly.

He swallowed your laugh as he covered your mouth with his again, demanding full access to it with his tongue, making you feel weak in the knees, your previous cockiness vanishing in an instant.

Will walked forward, guiding you to the edge of his neatly made bed, continuing until your knees contacted the mattress and forced you to sit, moving yourself backward as he crawled on top of you.

His thigh wedged beneath yours, pushing it upward with easy force so you opened your legs wide, his dick nudging against you as he nestled himself between your welcoming spread. Rolling his hips so he slid through your slick folds, he continued kissing you fiercely, his hands smoothing up your legs and sides while pinning his full weight on you; choosing to paw at every part of you he could rather than support himself above you.

In one slow motion, he pushed into you, stretching you and filling you completely, his growl of approval drowning out your broken whine of pleasure bordering on pain. His lips abandoned yours to dig into your neck, pressing against your tender skin roughly, his beard both scratching and tickling you as he began thrusting in and out.

Each drag of his cock within your walls was hard, but deliberate, and carding your hands up and down his back, you appreciated every muscle working and straining to provide you every bit of pleasure he could.

Close to the brink, you matched his movements as best as you could, aiming to meet him each time his head blew against your g-spot, the way he found the perfect angle to ruin you making you see stars.

The way your voice sang his name and how your nails dug into his back, shoulders and ass in turn was wrecking him, breaking him down piece by piece while turning into the only sound he ever wanted to hear again.

Sensing your quickly building climax, Will pushed on, encouraged to make you fall apart as intensely as you deserved by the way you squeezed around his length in a strong, calculated pattern until you no longer could and gave into his assault.

The bedframe adopted the same motion demonstrated by your bodies, rocking steadily over the worn, hardwood floor and creaking as its limits were tested just the same as yours.

The sweet song he had been making you sing was quickly exchanged for a scream, your body taken over by that addicting, blinded ecstasy as you convulsed and tensed under his ministrations that he didn't relent on, pummeling you further into euphoria as you coaxed out his own end.

Will shoved his tongue back into your open mouth, seeking to take as much from you as he could, his hips thrusting into yours violently as he pulsed inside you to fill you once again. He gradually brought down his movements, expending every ounce of that dizzying high, effectively stealing your breath as he sought to find his own air.

Your chest heaved under his, feeling your nipples graze across his pecs with each rise and fall, his skin alight as your hands easily moved across his slippery body.

It was becoming compulsive, needing to feel and taste his sweat on your lips, tongue and skin, the scent of his exertion nearly overpowering that of your sex that filled the room, each breath you worked to take leaving you even more breathless as you desperately tried to fill your lungs with it.

There was no hurry in pulling out of you now, the need to indulge in you for as long as he could being the only thing that mattered to him. Your kisses eventually slowed, becoming lazy pecks against each other's swollen lips, cheeks and neck, your fingers raking softly through his wet, messy hair and over his forehead that dripped from his efforts.

A slight disapproving groan rumbled through him as he slipped out of you, but the smile that reached his clear, blue eyes replaced any sort of disappointment he felt as he looked down at you laying perfectly under him, and he wondered if all of this was a simple fabrication of his imagination.

You smiled back at him, continuing to smooth your finger tips along the lines that surrounded his eyes and creases that flanked the sides of his mouth, admiring every bit of emotion playing on his face as a sort of bashfulness hinted on his features brought on by your attention.

"You're incredible, Will," you praised, the desire to exalt this man as much as he deserved coursing through your veins.

He huffed a disbelieving laugh, nestling his face into your neck where he rubbed it back and forth as if he was using you to scratch his beard, prompting you to wrap your arms around his torso to keep him close to you.

"I mean it," you assured, your eyes closing at the sensation of his exhale blowing out over your dewy skin.

Will didn't dare open his mouth to speak, worrying if he did that his voice would give away everything your accolades brought out in him, the fear of falling too hard and too fast mixing in with his instinct to do exactly that.

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Part 4

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[hellfirexclub]

Way more than friends 

Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: During a drunken game of truth or dare, Steve, who knows about your massive crush on Robin, asks you to tell them who your crush is.

Warnings: 18+, wlw, making out, titty sucking, oral (giving), praise kink basically, softdom reader kinda, scissoring.

Authors Notes: Another member of the gang joins us! Had to get this one written once I finished my big Eddie fic, cause holy shit Maya Hawke is gorgeous. also I feel like there is seriously not enough robin content so this is for my bi/pan/lesbian/wlw icons who also desperately need to fuck her. also higghhhkey want to write Nancy in the mix too next time...

Steve was a bastard, officially. You’d become fast friends with him and Robin when you moved to Hawkins, close enough that the three of you spent most of your time together hanging out at one of your places. Steve was going through a bit of a ‘no strings’ phase right now, and yes it had crept its way to him trying it on with you, which flattered you immensely but led to you confessing to him something you didn’t want a soul to find out. That you like Robin, who the both of you knew was absolutely head over heels for Vickie. Steve immediately begged you to tell her, saying the crush of Vickie was just infatuation because she is in band with her so much, if she knew you felt that way she’d surely change her mind. By damn if he couldn’t date you, he was going to make sure Robin could! And this led you to the situation you were presently in, round your flat while the three of you play a stupidly drunken game of truth or dare. Steve was eyeing you from across the circle, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pretends to think about what truth question to ask you.

“Y/n” Steve begins with a slur, dragging it out just make you narrow your eyes at him and shake your bed, mouthing a ‘dont you dare.’ “Tell us the name of your crush” He says, leaning back and crossing his legs, placing his clasped hands on his knees as he raises his eyebrows at you. He was giving you such a shit-eating grin you wanted to leap across the room and smack him, but Robin had perked up muttered some ‘ooohs’ as she takes a swig and stares at you in anticipation to hear what you’d say. You felt your cheeks go warm as she watched you, big goofy smile on her face as she throws out some random guys that she thinks it could be. You almost want to laugh, if only she knew how wrong she was, and Steve was the same, trying to hold in a laugh as Robin goes on. 

“OH! No I’ve totally got it this time, Patrick!” She says animatedly, as you shake your head back at her with a giggle. 

“When would I even have met Patrick let alone have a crush on him” you tease, loving how Robin gets even more crazy when she’s drunk. She leans forward on her knees, shaking her hands at you in excitement

“Who is it then? Tell us!” She begs, giving you some puppy dog eyes that literally make you want to melt. Your heart is beating out of your chest at this point and you’re looking at Steve lost for what to do. You can tell he feels a teensy bit of remorse, but ultimately he just wants the two of you to stop dancing around each other and just get together already.

“Yeah, who is it?” Steve pipes in, and this time you do take a cushion from beside you and lob it across the room at him with a laugh. 

“I can’t guys, it’s embarrassing” you say, cheeks going red and the alcohol making your brain whir as you consider what would actually happened if you confessed. To be fair, Steve had literally confessed to Robin and been rejected and look how strong their friendship was still going!

“Oh come on, you can tell us anything y/n, can’t she Robin?” He says, turning to Robin and motioning at her with his palms when she nods frantically and agrees as if to say ‘see?’ You take a deep breath as you consider it, the drink coursing through your veins giving you a much needed confidence boost.

“What if…” you stomach turns as you begin your sentence, face absolutely scarlet as you continue your sentence. “What if I told you guys it was someone in this room” you say almost in a whisper, eyes wide as you look between your two friends. Robins mouth falls into a wide ‘o’ instantly turning to Steve wide eyed and slapping his leg in congratulations. Steve looks down solemnly into her eyes, making her stop her whooping as she begins to realise this is the face of a man who knows she doesn’t like him. Robin slowly turns back to you in disbelief, eyes scanning your pink cheeks and your eyes for the truth. You slowly nod at her, and you can literally see the cogs working her brain as she tries to process this. 

“You like… me?” She asks breathlessly, making you die hearing her say those words in that sexy sultry voice. 

“Yeah and Robin listen, I know how into Vickie you are so its really okay if you don’t feel the same, you don’t have to take pity on me” You tell her quickly, wanting her to know things did not need to be awkward at all between the two of you. Robin crawls towards you in her drunken confidence, shaking her head at you once she gets close enough with a small laugh.

“I was into Vickie after deciding you were definitely straight” She says with a goofy smile, biting her lip at you, “Which clearly I was wrong about” she says with a breathy laugh. 

“For the record, it was very obvious both of you were into each other” Steve chimes in from where he sat on the couch like a child wanting praise from his teacher. He raises his hands in defence when both of you glare over at him on the sofa, the cough and the blink from the both of you giving him all the indication he needed to head off and give you guys some privacy.

“Alright, alright, I’m going” he mutters with a smirk, “A thanks would be nice, you two would still be pretending you’re not into each other if it weren’t for me” he says with a shake of his head, laughing as you both begin to chuckle. “Thank me later. Use protection kids!” Steve shouts as he stalks out of the house, pausing and giving a confused look when he realises there is in fact no protection to use before throwing his hands in a ‘fuck it’ motion and walking out with a laugh. The tension was thick now that the two of you were alone, your heart beating loud enough she could probably hear it in your chest. But that was okay, because hers was beating loud for you too, wiping her clammy hands on the carpet before gently taking your hands in hers and leaning her face slightly towards you.

“A-are you okay with this?” She stammers, wanting to check with you that you were definitely still into this. You roll your eyes at her with a big smile and close the gap between you, kissing her softly. Robin gasps into your mouth as you begin to kiss her, cheeks aflame before she begins to get the hang of it a little and grow more confidence in her actions. Her hands run up your arms to rest on your shoulders as she kisses you urgently, loving the sloppiness of your lips moving in tandem. You continue making out softly for a while, absolutely obsessed with the feeling of her soft lips against yours, with how delicate and emotion filled her kisses are. You pull apart breathless, panting as you look into each other eyes. You feel a surge of confidence seeing Robins pink cheeks and open mouth, wanting to get her more riled up, gently pushing her to lay down on the floor while you slowly crawl over her. You kiss her again and she moans into your mouth as you lazily play with the hem of her shirt, her own hands finding your waist in an attempt to pull you closer to her. You’re sucking her tongue into your mouth while you slowly creep your hands up to her bra, an eye on hers to make sure she’s okay with that. She nods and moans breathily, and that’s all you need to practically rip her shirt off and expose her bra to you. You kiss her breasts adoringly as you reach around her back to undo her bra, and Robin is already putty in your hands as the bra falls off of her body and you move from the skin of her cleavage to sucking a nipple into your mouth. 

“Oh my god” She throws her head back and moans loudly while you suck on it gently, your other hand reaching up to play with the other, her senses completely overwhelmed by the feeling of someone touching her like this. You swap breasts, taking the other one in your mouth and softly playing with the other one, teasing it between your fingers as Robin mewls and bucks up against you. She arches her back and moans as you squeeze her tits, cheeks red as she looks down to see the hunger your watching her with. God you were making her such a mess already, she couldn’t take how incredible all of this feels, especially with how long she’s been dying to actually get some. Robin is already sweating as you begin to kiss down her stomach, eyes on hers to check she was still okay  with this and also to see how fucking gorgeous she looked coming undone for you. And god, you’d barley even started with her. You tug on her trousers and Robin licks her lips, leaning up on her elbows to begin to unbutton them. You tug your shirt over your head while she busies herself with that and her jaw almost drops open. You weren’t wearing a bra so your tits were fully exposed to her and she felt as though she could’ve died seeing how perfect they were. Robin needed to touch them desperately, it was all she could think of as she pulled you to straddle her lap so she could place her shaky hands onto them. She’d never touched any boobs aside from her own but this was next level, they were so soft and so fucking pretty, and the faces and noises you made while she played with them made Robin want to hear you like this forever. She takes one into her mouth, just like you did before, and moans around it as you make your pretty, breathy noises. Shit she could get used to this. She copies the motions that you had done on her tits that had felt so good, absolutely enthralled by your reactions. Feeling sufficiently teased you kiss her again, your breasts pressing together deliciously as you slowly push her back down on her back so that you’re straddling her hips. You pull away from her lips despite her breathy protests to begin littering soft kisses down her neck, ever so slowly down over her chest until your lips had met her lower stomach, and Robin was an absolute mess beneath you in anticipation of what was to happen. 

“You’re so beautiful” You murmur as you look up at her through your lidded eyes, making Robins heart practically explode out of her chest at your compliments. “Do you want me to continue?” You ask her huskily, licking your lips as she frantically nods and head.

“P-please don’t stop” She manages to rasp out, eyes rolling back as your lips go lower until you press a soft kiss to her clothed pussy. Her hips are already bucking off the bed in desperate need of attention from your mouth, and you chuckle to yourself at how hot her neediness is. You delicately pull her panties down her legs, moaning out loud as your eyes fall on her slick, pretty pussy. You lick your lips, a dark haze of lust taking over your features as you very slowly lick a stripe up her clit. Robin crumbles, a broken moan falling out of her lips at how fucking incredible that sensation was. Nothing could ever have felt as good as this. You start off slow, tongue lapping and sucking at her clit as your finger teases her slit, getting it wet before you slowly push it into her. Robin is a mess already, knuckles white as she tries to grip at the carpet beneath her, eyes screwed shut as your tongue on her cunt makes her toes curl. 

“You taste so fucking good Robin” you moan out against her, the vibrations on her clit making her only able to choke out a groan in response. Her thighs tremble and that’s how you can tell she’s already getting close, pulling your finger out so you can place both hands on her thighs to spread her legs wider, your tongue picking up its pace on her pussy. Your chin is soaked as you flick your tongue back and forth over her, egged on by the little moans that spill past her lips as her orgasm approaches. Your movements get frantic and her legs begin to tremble even more, knees buckling as she lets out a loud, beautiful moan of your name. 

“I think I’m gunna-” Robin’s sentence is finished with a choked out moan, white hot pleasure taking over her senses as she cums on your tongue, rubbing herself against your face as you tighten your grip on her thighs. She pants as she tries to come down from this, looking down at your sexy swollen lips and the slick covering your chin, reaching her hand out to hold yours gently while she comes down from her high.

“That was so fucking hot” you say to her with a wide smirk, wiping your chin with your hand before crawling back up her to kiss her some more. She moans at the taste of her on your tongue, hands desperately roaming your body for purchase. She wants to do the same for you desperately, my god the amount of times Robin has imagined getting to eat pussy, but she needs to catch her breath first, panting into your mouth while you kiss her. You have other plans though, moving back between her knees and sliding your own panties off, biting your lip hard in anticipation as you spread her legs and place one of yours over hers. Robin realises what you’re doing and almost dies on the spot, her pussy already aching for more attention from you, and fuck this was the perfect way for that. You straddle her and slowly bring your pussy to hers, your eyes instantly rolling back as your slick core meets her soaked pussy, begin to grind gently against her. Robin can barely get out a moan let alone say anything, completely pussy drunk and lost in the absolute pleasure that was your pussy pressed right up against hers. You build up a slow, sensual pace, your hips falling into a perfect rhythm as you rock against her gently, mouth agape and panting loudly as you look down at her. She looked so fucking hot like this, an absolute soaking mess for you, willing you to do whatever to her because it just felt so goddamn good. You begin to grind on her faster, mind going hazy from the feeling of her soft cunt on yours, her clit perfectly rubbing against yours. You knew you wouldn’t last long but you didn’t fucking care when it felt this good. Robin’s hands fly to your leg, nails digging in as she desperately trying to get more friction between the two of you. You hum at this, looking over her fucked out expression with lidded eyes and grinding against her harder, swallowing hard as your movements begin to get shaky. 

“You gunna cum for me baby?” You coo to her as she squeezes her eyes shut, hips frantically bucking against yours as the incredible sensation pulls her over the edge again. You groan loudly as you feel her cum against you, keeping up the fast pace against her clit until you too were finally meeting your release, going limp as your hips stutter as you ride out your orgasm on her. Robin lays there motionless, just breathing heavily and red cheeked as you come to lay down next to her. She pulls you into a very soft kiss, smiling against your lips once she finally regains some of her breath back. 

“Holy shit that was amazing” She says huskily, eyes absolutely glowing with adoration and lust at you. You giggle and kiss her back, playing with the sweaty short tendrils of hair around her beautiful face. 

“Yeah it was.” You mutter back, smiling widely at her. “We really are going to have to thank Steve” you joke, smiling at her as she begins to snort and laugh at your words. 

“We seriously are” Robin agrees with a serious nod of her head, “How long have you liked me?” She asks with a shy smile, poking your nose gently as you bite your lip at her. 

“Since I met you” you answer honestly, giggling as her mouth drops open in shock.

“Well why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve been doing that all this time!” She exclaims with a laugh, devastated you didn’t just tell her earlier so she could’ve made you hers. 

“Well I wish I had now” you mutter as you peck her lips gently, Robin smiling warmly back at you. “I just thought you liked Vickie all this time” you say with a shake of your head at how silly it was now. 

“Who’d have thought my crush on Vickie was actually stopping me from getting laid” she laughs as she shakes her head too, forehead pressed against yours as she stares at you lovingly. You stare back, heart thumping in your chest at the intimacy of it all. “Are we- I mean like, do you wanna be… girlfriends now?” Robin asks quietly, cheeks going red again as you smile at her and pull her into another kiss.

“I would love nothing more” You whisper back to her, pulling her even closer into your side as you snuggle her gently. 

[anieswrld]

baby i’m yours e.m

Eddie munson x f!sinclair! reader

wc: 3.7k

warnings: reader is apart of hellfire, she DM’s with eddie, he doesn’t care what the little shits have to say, a little angst, eddie overthinking like he does, smoking, drug use, smut, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink (kinda), unprotected sex (be safe!)

a/n: black!reader gets eddie into michael jackson, argue with the fucking wall + enjoy the read <3

don’t steal, translate or, copy my work! reblogs are appreciated!

You sat at your designated lunch table, the hellfire club table. You poked the nasty school lunch with your fork, listening to whatever rant Eddie was on about. You only paid attention when he mentioned something about the meeting tonight.

“What do you mean Lucas can’t make it?” Eddie looked at Dustin and Mike, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You already figured he wasn’t going to make it, you’re his sister after all but, you weren’t going to be the one to tell your over dramatic boyfriend that. 

“Well, me and Mike asked him about it– he has the championship game going on, we thought we could postpone..” Dustin speaks slowly,  eyes clenched shut, preparing for whatever the club members were going to spit at him. 

You roll your eyes at the yelling that rises from your friends, slamming your hands on the table. “Okay idiots, shut up! Me and Eddie have been working on this campaign for literal months. We can’t postpone, so dumb and dumber, you have the job to find a sub.” The boys looked at each other before looking at you.

“That means go find one! Now, idiots!” You pointed towards the cafeteria door, sending them on their wild goose chase. 

After they surprisingly won the sadistic campaign that you and Eddie drew up, the sub being your little sister Erica, you joined Eddie at his trailer to smoke a well earned joint. 

“Nice job today sweetheart.” He smiled, licking the paper to seal the joint. 

You sit up on your elbows, raising an eyebrow. “At lunch or the campaign?” 

He shrugs, chuckling softly. “Both I guess, without you I wouldn’t have been able to even bring vecna back into the campaign, that idea was all yours.” 

He passes you the lit joint, watching as you take the longest drag he’s ever seen you take, his deep brown eyes widen as you exhale without coughing. “Damn, wouldn’t have taken you as a person with sturdy lungs, princess.” 

You smile, passing it back to him, shrugging your shoulders, almost mockingly. “I smoke as much as I can, the guy I pick up from has this boat house he lets me smoke at, if i’m deeply in need.” 

Eddie stands up,clapping his hands dramatically, mouth wide open. He could be mad that you buy your weed from someone else, instead he’s happily surprised you both buy from the same guy. 

“Reefer Rick! He’s my supplier! Small world angel, small fucking world.” He smiles down at you, kissing your cheek. He’s still unsure how he never knew that you bought your drugs from Rick instead of him, but he’s not mad.

In that moment he remembers why he’s madly in love with you. He loves hanging out with you after school and after Hellfire Club and he promised himself he wouldn’t fall so hard when you started hanging out. Yet, here he is watching you with hearts in his eyes as you ramble on about how you met Rick in the first place. You had the boy completely whipped for you and you knew it.

His daydreaming gets cut terribly short when you remind him you need to be home, he simply nods, grabbing his van keys and leading you out to his beloved car. You usually stay the night at his place but lately you’ve been rushing to go home after every smoke sesh. He’s a bit nervous as to why you never stay out long anymore but he shakes it off, keeping his eyes on the road. 

He didn’t say much on the way to your house, Metallica playing extremely low for Eddie's taste, something he only does when you’re in the car because you can’t stand it when the music is blasting so loud you can’t hear your thoughts. He also doesn’t want to piss off your father by blasting that shit down your block. 

He says goodbye and all when he drops you off but drives home very lost with his thoughts. He doesn’t want to assume that you’re getting sick of him, but with his brain going at one hundred miles an hour constantly, he can’t help but overthink. 

His head is spinning so much that when he gets home, he actually throws up. After he brushes his teeth and strips to his boxers for bed, he glances at the walkie talkie you gave him in case he ‘misses you when you go’. God, he can hear it in your mocking tone, which makes him smile. But, he does actually miss you so he picks the device up and pulls the antenna up. 

“The freak to the princess, do you copy?” When you don’t answer right away he goes to put it back on his nightstand, assuming you went to bed, but at the last second he hears your voice. 

“The princess copies, sorry babe I was washing my face, what’s up?” Your voice was so soft and sweet, like, he could get a toothache from hearing it.

“Just wanted to talk to you, seems like you’ve been rushing to get home lately, is everything cool?” He sits back on his bed, back hitting the poster covered wall behind him, he bites his lip waiting for your answer.

You let out a sigh, sitting at your desk. “My dad’s on one of his warpaths, making sure I’m on track for graduation. He’s okay with us, that's not the problem,  I just have to keep up on school you know?”

He laughs, “I failed twice, I do know princess. And what do you mean by ‘he's okay with us” He says with a slight attitude, like your dad approving of him would have anything to do with you being with him. You weren’t one to listen or follow rules and he knows that. He doesn’t mean to be short with you but his brain was making him think you didn’t want to be with him anymore.

“Oh! He’s okay with us dating and such. He was happy to hear that you’re a good boyfriend, well after Lucas convinced him you weren’t ‘worshiping the devil’ or something like that.” You laughed, and he smiled for a second at the sweet sound, but then he remembers you totally blowing him off lately and his smile falters. If you listened just close enough you could hear his heart shatter, just a little though. He kept his cool though, not wanting to worry you or start a fight. 

“Well, sweetheart, don’t want you to get in trouble for talking to me all night, get some sleep, love you.” He mumbles, waiting for you to say it back to him before turning the walkie off. He doesn’t even fall asleep right away, he just stares off into space. 

The next few weeks were worse than awkward, you would try to plan the next campaign with him and he’d act distant or irritated. He was never like that with you, he had an especially soft spot for you so, you were lost. You desperately needed to know what stick was shoved up your boyfriends ass recently because everytime the other members would ask about the new campaign you couldn’t give them any answers because of the lack of work you’ve actually been doing. Plus, it was making you pissed off that he was acting like this. 

You sat at the abandoned table in the woods with him, trying to figure out his plans for this campaign but he had his walkman on and up all the way. You resorted to ripping his headphones right off, which the long haired boy didn’t react well to. 

“What the fuck?! I was listening to that!” His voice was full of venom, something that you never hear from him, you flinched when he reacted the way he did because he’d never yell, not at you. He didn’t want to be rude, not to you, but he’s fully convinced that you’ve been purposely ditching him which makes him unreasonably pissed off. 

“Okay, Munson. What the hell is your problem? These last few weeks you’ve been acting like I kicked your puppy.” You stood, arms almost flailing with your rant. “What’s your problem? And what the fuck did I do to deserve the shitty attitude lately?”

He sighs, looking at you. “It’s not that I’m trying to be a dick, it’s not that.” 

You furrow your brows, “Then what the hell is your issue? These past few weeks you’ve been incredibly short with me. If I did nothing, what’s up?”

“You’ve been blowing me off and I feel like you’re sick of me.” He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. When the words leave his lips he now confirms how dramatic he’s being.

You nod, sitting back down, a little confused. “What? Eds, baby, I’m not sick of you. My dad just wants to make sure I’m not out every night. I promise.” You say, taking his hand into yours, your eyes telling him that you’re being genuine. 

He kisses your hand softly, pulling away for a second, “Okay princess I believe you.” He smiles, going back to kissing your hand.

You giggle, pulling your hand away.  “Okay can we please finish the next campaign? Mike is riding my ass about it and I may punch him if he asks about it again.” 

“Yeah let’s get started, sweetheart.” He grabs his notebook and starts jotting down any ideas you give him. 

After you spend about two weeks finishing the campaign, you’ve been so busy with homework that you haven’t had time to go see Eddie, which pains you a little bit. You sit on your bed, fiddling with the walkie wondering if you should try to reach him. You decide against it, putting it down and going back to the homework from today that you’ve barely touched since you got home. 

After you finally finish all of your work your dad stops at your open door, knocking to get your attention. “Me and your mother are going out, watch over Erica for us? Lucas is at Mikes.” 

You nod, smiling, “Of course dad, have a good time.” Once you hear them leave, you check on your sister, who’s doing just fine before going back to your room, you hear your walkie make some noise so you pick it up and pull the antenna out. You assumed it was your brother trying to reach you since he’s been calling you nonstop on the landline.

“Jesus, what do you need now?” You scoff and hear a dramatic gasp that did not belong to your brother. 

“Oh sweetheart, you wound me.” You can see the shit eating grin on Eddie's face, you know him too well.

You chuckle softly as you roll onto your stomach, “Sorry Eds, thought you were Lucas, he’s being a little shit tonight.” 

“Ah got it, I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” He asks with a hopeful twinge to his voice. 

You pout glancing at Erica's room before answering him, “Sorry I’m on Erica duty tonight, Lucas and my parents are out. Did you need somethin’ baby?”

“Oh just your pretty face and about two joints. Haven't met up since Hellfire, so I’ve been missing you a little.” You hear him start his van, probably to get beer or something. 

“I’ve been missing you too, but I can't leave Erica and I still have a shit ton of homework to finish.” You whine, sitting up, starting to pace around your room. 

“Oh honey,” He sighs, “Lady applejack can handle herself for a few hours, can’t she?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice as he sits in his van. 

You bite your lip, walking to Erica's room pushing the door fully open. “Hey Erica, will you be good here alone for a few hours?” You forget that your finger is still on the button, which makes Eddie able to hear everything. 

You anxiously await your sister's answer, watching her turn to look at you. “I’ll be okay alone for fifty dollars.” She holds her hand out, waiting patiently. 

“Fifty dollars? Are you fucking serious, how about thirty?” You negotiate, giving her the stern look your mom would’ve given her. 

She thinks for a moment, tapping her fingers on her leg, “Fine, if mom and dad come home and I have to cover for your ass it goes up to fifty. Got it?” You smile, fishing the money from your pocket and handing it to her. 

“You got it, I’ll take you and Tina to the movies and dinner next week, extra for your kind actions.” You smile, closing her door a little, walking back to your room. You sit on your bed putting the walkie up to your mouth again.

“I’m in the clear Eds, you can come get me.” Your grin hasn’t left your lips as you pull on a hoodie and some different shorts. 

“Oh I heard you angel, you paid an eleven year old thirty bucks to hang out with little old me?” He laughs, almost mocking you. 

“Shut up Munson. Are you almost here? I somehow miss that stupidly handsome face for yours.” You retort, walking down to the living room to wait for him. 

“Oh sweetheart, you know you miss me more than you let on. By the way, I’m already on your block, you were coming with me no matter what Erica said.” He turns the walkie off as he pulls up to your house, you do the same with yours, practically running outside and hopping in his van. 

When you get in you don’t hear the same ‘Metallica’ or ‘Ozzy’ that’s usually playing. Instead you hear Micheal Jackson's, Pretty Young Thing playing softly, you totally forgot your cassette in his van when you left your Walkman a few weeks back. 

You smile softly looking at him. “You’re playing my tape?” You grab his hand that’s not on the steering wheel, kissing his knuckles.

“Um I- yeah, we always listen to my music, so I wanted to switch it up I guess. Plus, Michael’s growin’ on me. How does this one go, honey?” He starts, looking over at you before turning the volume up and singing along terribly, “I want to love you, pretty young thing, you need some lovin’!”

“T.L.C,” You chime in with him, “Tender love and care!” 

“And I’ll take you there, girl, ooh!” You finish together when he pulls up to lovers lake, turning the volume down. 

You laugh, looking into his soft brown eyes as his lips curl up into a smile. “Munson, I never played this one for you, you learned this on your own? For me?” You ask as his hand cups your cheek. 

“It’s pretty catchy, sweetheart. Anything you like, I will most likely love. I’ll love it because you do.” He chuckles, kissing your lips for a second, when he tries pulling away you pull him back into a deeper kiss. 

“I’ve been so busy lately, I need you Eds.” You aren’t even sure what you mean necessarily, but he does. 

“Climb in the back, pretty.” He motions to the back of his van that you decorated with carpet, lights and a few posters. You climb to the back, way more effortlessly than you did the first few dates you had in the back of the van. He follows, laying beside you, running his hand up your thigh. He notices your thigh quiver as his calloused fingers feather up your thigh. 

“Tell me what you want me to do, angel. How can I help?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the skin under it softly. 

You want to speak, you know what you want to say but all that comes out is a quiet whimper, to which Eddie shakes his head at. “I said tell me, did I not? Use your words, sweetheart.” 

You look up at him when he pulls his face away from your neck, you bite your lip before meeting his request for you to vocalize his needs. “I want– I need you to touch me, please?” 

He runs his fingers over your cunt which is covered by a pair of very annoying shorts and panties in his opinion, “So polite, how could I ever resist?” He smirks before taking your shorts and panties down in one go. He gently spreads your legs running his thumb over your clit, making your whole body shudder. He teasingly slips the tip of his fingers in your entrance. 

“So wet and I’ve barely touched you, missed me that bad, princess?” He chuckles, finally slipping his fingers all the way in, curling in a delicious way that makes your back arch in delight. 

“Fuck Eds– please don’t stop.” You moan out needily, moving your hips to meet his fingers. He continues to tease your clit with his thumb, admiring how cute you look under him. He also admires how you clench around his fingers when he thrusts his fingers at his cruel pace. 

He lifts your chin up to look at him with his free hand. “Oh angel,” he starts with a smile completely opposite to how his fingers moved, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

You whimper out incoherent words, already feeling fucked out. Eddie was the only person that made you feel this good. He made your body shake with every orgasm he rips from your body. 

“Eddie please–I’m cumming– fuck!” You nearly shouted as you came around his ring clad fingers, he pulled them out with a smile, putting them to your lips. “Taste yourself baby, c’mon.” He urged, watching you intently as you sucked on his fingers, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Mmm,” You whine in delight after tasting yourself, he takes his fingers out of your mouth, fishing in his pocket for a condom. He sighs when he realizes he didn’t have one, looking at you. “M’sorry princess, I forgot to bring one.”

You sit up a little, looking into his eyes with that look that makes him do almost anything you request. “Cum inside me Eds. I’m on birth control. Please, haven’t felt you inside in ages.”

He groans, fumbling with his belt, eventually getting it off along with his jeans. “Sweetheart, when you ask like that, how could I ever say no?” He smiles, ridding of his boxers and trademark hellfire shirt. He rubs his tip along your entrance, smiling at how needy you sound for him.

“Eddie please, want it so bad, been touchin’ myself thinking about it, please.” You beg and fuck he can’t deny you when you let him in on what you’ve been doing when you can’t see him. He slides his cock in, earning a gasp from you, something Eddie never gets tired of when he fucks you. He grips your hips hard enough to leave marks from his rings. 

He starts off slow and hard, groaning softly. He can’t help but get lost in the sound of your moans every time he thrusts into you. You almost blush at the pornographic sound of your cunt everytime he moves. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, such a pretty pussy all wet f’me hm?” He groans as he leans down to kiss your neck. 

“Mhm, only for you Eds, all yours…” You breathe out as he speeds up, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder so he’s fucking you much deeper than before. 

“Feel how deep I am baby? Tell me how good I’m fucking you baby…” He moans out, sucking multiple marks onto your neck.

“So– fuck– so good baby, fuckin’ me so good.” You pull on his hair, whimpering out nonsense about how close you were, and with that mouth of yours, he was too. 

He’s fucking into you so fast that his van is rocking, he groans, playfully biting your calf. “C’mon baby, cum f’me, wanna see you cum on my cock angel.” He insists, your body spasms and your back arches as you gush around him, leaving his stomach and your thighs wet with your release. 

“Holy fucking shit baby– fuck i’m cumming.” He doesn’t have time to process what just happened before he’s spilling into you with a deep groan. Once you both come down from your euphoric highs, he carefully pulls out, using an extra hellfire shirt to wipe you both off. He helps you get dressed after he does, kissing your shoulders. 

“Did so good, angel. You alright?” He asks, cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

You nod, looking up at him. “Mhm, I'm okay, that was really…good.” You giggle, kissing him quickly. 

“Didn’t know my dick was good enough to make you cum like that though, sweetheart.” He smiles, opening the door to his van and lighting a cigarette. 

You climb out so your standing in between his legs, rolling your eyes at how blunt and cocky he was. “Oh shut up, Munson.” 

“Only if you kiss me, then yes, I will be quiet as a mouse.” He smiles at you as you lean in and kiss him softly. The sweet moment was cut off by your little sister yelling on the walkie. 

“You are in deep shit! I covered for you so well, I want one hundred bucks or I’m telling dad everything!” As you hear your sister shout at you, your eyes widen.

“Shit, I forgot about Erica.” You sigh as Eddie laughs softly. 

You arrive home shortly after Erica's outburst, walking in your house. You saw your parents in the kitchen smiling at you. 

“Was Lucas okay? Erica said you had to go over there.” Your mom spoke softly, you were very conflicted at Erica’s lie, but didn’t blow your cover. 

“Yeah they needed some snacks, It took awhile because the only store open this late was a town over, I brought my walkie so Erica could reach me if she needed me.” You smile, saying goodnight to your parents before walking to your room, shutting your door softly.

You lay on your stomach calling Eddie on the channel he reserved for you. “Edward Munson. You better fucking copy.” 

“The princess beckons?” He asks, toying with his hair.

“Erica's cover worked, but my dad totally caught the hickeys you left.” You whisper yell, you wanted to tell him off in person, but this couldn’t wait. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry baby, but I’m really not.” He chuckles, waiting for your response.

“You’re so lucky I love you Eddie.” You seethe over the walkie, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, yes I am.”

[eremiie]

hi PLEASE i neee stoner eren amd stoner reader😩

high off of you

❥ 8k words | nsfw | eren x reader

�� you’re dragged to a smoke session by your roommate, and you actually enjoy yourself— maybe a little more than you should have; and eren jaeger is to blame.

❥ content: choking, lowkey breeding kink ish, praise kink, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation, drugs (weed)

content.

content is how you were feeling.

you had just gotten done with your shower, your covers were finally draped over your almost bare legs, your laptop was sat in your lap and you had put your hair up to get it out of the way. you were relaxed, you were calm, and you had decided you were gonna finish off your night with an episode of your favorite show, no matter how many times you had saw it.

"c'mon, we're going to get high."

your peaceful vibe was interrupted, and in the most abrupt manner your roommate could muster; he swung the door open not even bothering to knock, leaned against the doorframe and let his eyes survey your slightly mess room before landing on you and giving you the most goofy grin.

"connie, what the fuck?" you frowned and went to pause your show only to realize you hadn't even started it. with a sigh you looked back up at connie with clear irritation written across your face.

"what? don't you want to get high?"

"i just got out of the shower, i'm in bed now," you moved your laptop and threw the covers off of your legs and pointed to your shorts. "i have pajamas on and i was about to watch my show, no i don't want to get high right now." wasn't that the obvious? you couldn't lie, the offer was tempting since you weren't the one paying, and it gave you the opportunity to see your friends again, but the getting ready process had made you shove the offer down.

as if on cue connie seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to get cute or anything. it's literally just our regular smoke circle. just throw on a jacket and let's go."

you groaned and leaned your head back letting your arm drape over your eyes. "didn't we just come from sasha's house earlier this week? who the hell is supplying y'all this fast?" you tried to come up with an excuse to stay home, but connie was clearly one step ahead of you.

"it's not sasha's house it's eren's." the stupid sly grin on his face appeared and he leaned further into your room already knowing he had you trapped. he knew, much like the rest of the friend group about the undying tension between you and eren, but nobody could pinpoint exactly what it was. it wasn't that the two of you necessarily liked each other but you were... friendlier than friendly best friends. eren and you would flirt with each other more often than not and were very hands on. not to mention how excited you'd get when you got to see him, and vice versa.

connie didn't even give you the chance to respond to that comment, your answer was evident just by the way your attention spiked at the mention of eren's name, and the way your body stiffened in the slightest. he shut the door to wait for you and couldn't help but laugh at your feeble attempt of getting out of a session with your circle.

you lost, and you were slightly upset. any other words in your defense were stuck down your throat, and connie was already long down the hall. the only thing you were able to mention was a loud, "and knock next time, dumbass!" before you did as he said, grabbing your jacket and slipping out the door with connie.

that's how you handed up where you were now, at eren's shared apartment with mikasa and armin, although mikasa's car was missing from the parking lot.

"i love the outfit. it's giving me very much... hobo." connie looked you up and down stifling a laugh while the two of you waited at the door after the first ring.

you followed his eyes looking yourself up and down as well. you did look a little silly, black crew socks with crocs over top. you didn't even take it upon yourself to zip up your jacket all the way, the black fabric draping off your shoulder on one side revealing your shoulder only adorned by a single white strap to your cropped tank top. of course the jacket was a little big, covering your sleep shorts slightly. you weren't even sure if the jacket was yours.

"shut the fuck up." you kicked connie with your croc and he hissed, grabbing his shin before being a fool and hopping towards the door some more, spamming the doorbell.

"help! i'm getting abused!" and in that moment you wondered how you managed to share an apartment with the clown.

connie's ringing only stopped when the door flew open, sasha's figure standing there with a small smile. "hey!" her tone was cheery and loud as she grabbed connie's hand pulling him into a dramatic hug before reaching a hand out to you and pulling you into one too. "i missed you guys!"

"sasha we saw you earlier this week." you forced yourself out of her grip with an apologetic smile just in case your gesture came off as rude. connie nodded in agreement and stepped aside already heading towards eren's room. i mean seriously, wouldn't it have made more sense for you not to come if he was that eager to smoke? they could've had more rounds!

"that doesn't mean i couldn't miss you." her hand embraced yours once more and she slammed the door shut, locking it and leading you to the door opened ajar on the other end of the hallway, of course eren's as he always had those red led lights bleeding from underneath the doorway. "connie told me you didn't want to come also, so this is a surprise."

you rolled your eyes. "so he knew i didn't want to come and still asked?"

"well it was worth a shot; and look where it landed you, you're about to be faded." and she wasn't wrong. she finally let go of your hand and opened the door, the bright LEDS hitting you straight on making you squint for a second before your eyes surveyed the room. jean was already chatting with connie on the futon while eren was sat on his bed with a tray in his lap, rolling the blunt.

what you didn't see was the glance he gave you when you first started scanning the room, immediately trying to look focused on rolling the blunt while attempting to hide his boyish grin. you likewise, you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop from smiling at the sight of the pretty boy; his brown locks pulled back into the sloppiest ponytail, and the hairs in the back of his head skimming the black top he wore.

"so she actually came?" jean voiced looking over to you and making his way over to you from his position on the futon to embrace you in a side hug.

"jean boy," you used his nickname to mock him before returning his hug causing him to grimace at you and pull his arm back. you started to laugh and rolled your eyes at his dramatic actions once more. "yes, yes i did come."

"doesn't she look stupid?" connie looked up from his phone at you and jean giggling under his breath. jean took in your appearance and tried not to laugh, a small smirk on his face that was wiped off when you slapped his chest then flipped connie off.

"shut your bald ass up, connie." you retorted.

"i'm growing hair, i keep telling you that!" and the whole room burst into laughter, sasha doubling over because there still wasn't a trace of growth on his head.

"connie, you have no room to talk you are actually stupid." sasha added before going over to sit with the boy after grabbing a bag of chips from the desk next to the open door.

you shut the door behind you and continued to stand awkwardly until eren spoke, "you're laughing but as soon as she takes that jacket off you're gonna try to jump on her, kirchstein." he said with a raise of his eyebrow before letting his eyes wander over your frame.

now you were really trying to hide your smile, and you cursed yourself when one graced your face anyways. "eren," you dragged out his name walking over to him on his bed before plopping yourself down and resting your head on his shoulder. "get me away from these idiots." you faked a sigh before eren chuckled and gave you a side hug much like jean’s before continuing to roll his blunt.

"damn jaeger, you were so quiet i forgot you were here." connie said, not looking up from his phone that sasha peered over as well.

"and stop making slick jokes and hurry up with the blunt." jean huffed scooting off the futon and resting his head on his palm. "i'm tryna smoke."

you watched eren look down at jean with a negative expression before continuing to roll, and you watched intently loving the way he looked while he did it. the way he let his tongue slide over the gutted blunt was enticing  and you looked from your position on his shoulder.

he let his eyes drift over to you without moving his head and then he placed the blunt on the tray grabbing the grinder and holding it out in front of you. "you wanna grind it for me?" he asked with a small smile and it caught you off guard. you took a minute to process what he said before you grabbed the grinder and let it come apart in two.

"i mean, i guess." he slid the tray over to your lap and did that chuckle again.

"do you even know how? i bet you've always had someone roll for you, huh?"

you couldn't help but break out into another smile, this one out of slight embarrassment before you bumped his shoulder playfully and setting down the grinder on the tray. "bye... i've only rolled once."

"she doesn't know how, and plus just earlier she asked me who our supplier was. even sasha knows that!" connie looked over and you met his eyes with a glare, a deadpanned expression crossing your face and the group broke into laughter again besides you.

"connie i'm gonna fuck you up." you muttered. your mood shifted once more though when eren began placing the weed into the grinder and closed the lid handing it to you.

"work some magic, babe." you were really trying not to show how excited you were, butterflies flapping their wings and flapping them hard in your stomach, especially at the nickname. you began twisting the small container and eren's calloused hands stopped yours from grinding too much. "that's good, that's good." he took it from your hands then pulled the tray over. "i got it from here."

"yeah cause she's gonna fuck it up." jean laughed and connie joined in his eccentric laugh filling the air as well causing you to groan.

"can y'all shut up? damn. you can't roll either jean."

ooohh's from connie and sasha bounced around the room and jean looked up at you amusement dancing in his eyes. "better than you."

"at least i look good while doing it." you sassed playfully while moving invisible hair behind you ear. you could've sworn eren nodded his head from next to you, and those dumb butterflies in your stomach began moving again.

"got that right." jean snapped back just as quick a flirtatious tone to his voice that caught you off guard and you raised an eyebrow at the sudden demeanor. eren looked up for a split second before glancing at you again, his eyebrows furrowed in... confusion maybe?

"weren't you just making fun of me earlier?"

"chill, we were just playing around, girl." jean responded with a shit eating grin before forming a heart with his hand and pouting at you.

"you better stop for eren gets on your ass, you know that's his girl." connie scrunched up his nose then looks towards you and eren for a reaction that he succeeded in getting. both you and eren looking up at him; eren's eyes holding more of a curious stare and yours more threatening. eren continued sealing the blunt soon after seemingly unfazed by connie's comment.

sasha gasped and widened her eyes at you. "stop! you know they don't date." she winked at you and wiggled her eyebrows and you pretended not to see her.

"yeah, they don't even date." jean added on, wondering how the conversation flipped from you to your relationship with eren so fast. it was annoying to him in the least, the group constantly commented on how you and eren should just get together and were clearly not just best friends, but the two of you seemed to haven't taken action yet.

"might as well." connie shrugged his shoulder. "anyways, jaeger finished rolling, let's get high." connie sat up, sasha lifting her head off of his arm as he did so and clasped her hands clearly ready to hit the blunt much like everyone else.

"you want the first hit?" eren rolled the blunt between his fingertips while letting the flame singe the end looking at you with those jaded green eyes, flecks of blue dashing across them in a way that made your heart melt.

"she gets the first hit too?" connie exclaimed staring at you and eren with a bored look on his face.

"who rolled the blunt?" eren asked raising an eyebrow at connie before letting his tongue run over his bottom lip and lifting the blunt from the lighter to watch the smoke float into the air, and ugh did he look good. when connie didn't answer he answered for him, "i rolled it, i choose who goes first."

"plus shes low key a newbie, this is what? her third session with us?" sasha chimed in grabbing the pillow that connie was laying on previous and rolling onto her stomach on the floor in front of the futon.

you pursed your lips before grabbing the blunt from eren, not even noticing that his arm was placed behind you until he rubbed your side in slight encouragement, his warm smile aimed at you. you put the brown wrap to your lips and inhaled the smoke, the gas irritating your airway causing you to let out a cough you tried to hold back.

eren began to laugh at you as you broke out into a fit of coughs, your throat attempting to clear up for you, and the worse the coughs got the more of your friends started to laugh, the only thing you could do was stick your middle finger up while sasha crawled to the same desk near the door to grab you her water bottle.

"i'm crying!" sasha laughed as she rolled the bottle over to the foot of eren's bed. eren's laughs died down too after he hit the blunt and then bending down to pick it up for you, untwisting the cap and passing the drug towards connie.

"woah, chill." he said before blowing the smoke from his mouth in your face causing you to suppress more coughs and fan it away. he tilted the water bottle to your lips and you let it swim down your throat, relishing in the sweet gesture from the boy next to you.

"eren," you mumbled his name taking the water bottle from his hand. you didn't get time to finish your sentence before his door opened revealing armin standing there in his pajama pants and sweatshirt.

all gazes turned towards him as he scanned eren's room growing accustomed to the new faces and scenery. "hi." he mumbled rubbing his eyes. "when did you guys get here?"

"did you just wake up?" eren asked slight concern lacing his face.

"yeah... i heard laughing. don't forget we share a wall." armin gestured towards the wall in which eren's futon laid against.

"i didn't even know you were here. i didn't see mikasa's car so i thought both of y'all just dipped." connie passed the blunt to sasha and fanned the air of the smoke letting the rest disperse after speaking.

"mikasa is at the library. she can't stand the smell of smoke and how loud you all are. i don't blame her." armin chuckled before walking over towards sasha who hit the blunt and gave it to armin's outstretched hand.

"armin you smoke?" you couldn't help but ask, the last two smoke sessions you went to with connie, armin wasn't there. as a matter of fact you never saw much of him because he excelled above you by some and the two of you didn't share any classes, yet you definitely knew him through eren.

"everybody hear smokes except for you." sasha said hoping her words would coerce you to come to join the smoke circle more indefinitely, not just pass by a few times here and there.

armin let the smoke inhale his lungs then removed the blunt from his soft lips. "i smoke with eren sometimes. not usually with all of you guys but... sometimes?" his response came more like a question than an answer as he bent down to give the blunt to jean.

"let armin hit it a couple times." eren used his head to motion the blunt in jean's hand to armin and armin nodded in agreement.

"yeah, i'm about to go back to my room anyways." armin took the blunt back holding it between his lips while leaning against the doorframe.

"why aren't you staying?" sasha pondered sitting up and cradling her pillow to her chest. armin took one last hit then walked over passing it to you which you accepted with a kind nod.

"i should be studying with mikasa but i fell asleep. i have a test tomorrow, eren does too."

"so eren's here getting high and he has a test tomorrow?" you give eren a playful disappointed glance that lasted a little longer than it should've. he met your eyes and then let his drop down to your lips before breaking out into a smile and leaning forward, burying his head into your neck. his chain dangled almost touching your lap and you felt the strands of his hair brush against your chin causing you to twitch at the tickling feel while inhaling the smoke from the blunt. when your hand dropped down to your lap he replaced your hand with his and put the wrap in his mouth while nuzzling into you.

"mikasa made me study with her for like a week straight, i'll be fine." he whined. you let a sigh leave you and found yourself stroking the hair on eren's nape while fiddling with the clasp of his gold chain adorning his neck. the smell of his cologne was mixing in with the weed, but yet that woody pine still overpowered the plant and you couldn't help but rest your head on top of his in efforts to get closer to the source of the fragrance.

"i still don't understand why the two of you haven't gotten together." armin announced eyes flickering back and forth between you and his roommate.

sasha flailed her arms out and her expression was relieved, although her eyes went wide and her eyebrows went up, "that's what i been trying to say! they already act like they date." armin nodded his head agreeing with her.

"we don't like each other, we're just friends i don't know why you all say that." you said a little too quickly, eren pulling away from your neck finally and giving you a once-over. you missed the warmth he brought but then turned your head back towards armin.

"yeah, yeah." he giggled rolling his eyes. "okay well goodnight." eren stood up and passed the blunt to armin who took one last hit then handed it back to sasha, then the rest of the room murmured a goodnight to the blonde relaxing in silence for a minute after his leave.

eren took it upon himself to scoot back on his bed until his back was hitting the wall once he sat back down, using his hand to beckon you to follow him. "c'mere." and you obliged until you were next to him, shoulders touching.

jean looked over to connie and sasha, connie still scrolling through his phone aimlessly giggling at his home screen for whatever reason and sasha looking up at the ceiling on her back now, bag of chips on top of her stomach as she got lost in her thoughts.

"remember when we used to like each other?" jean took it upon himself to abruptly reminisce on the past in the presence of his friends. he took a hit of the blunt thats length was beginning to falter, it on the verge of becoming a roach. he leaned over and passed it on to you, eyes trained on yours, completely ignoring eren's gaze

you furrowed yourself eyebrows trying to recall the time once you figured jean was talking to you, his stare telling, which you actually could. "...oh yeah, last year. i guess i did."

eren pulled one of your legs overtop of his and let his hand settle onto your thigh.

sasha's head perked up at the sudden conversation. "oh my gosh... you did like jean for a little bit. you used to gush over him-"

"sasha! i know, i know, but that was last year."

"i wonder why we didn't get together if we both liked each other, hm." jean looked upwards and tapped his chin in almost a mocking manner. "we used to hang out a lot actually now that i think about it, me, you, sasha and connie."

connie let out another burst of laughter and let his phone to drop to his chest. "yeah, remember that one time we got kicked out of the library because sasha got caught eating like four times and she wouldn't stop after that lady told her to?"

you chortled and sasha's mouth dropped open. "i don't even remember that, i thought you got kicked out because you wouldn't stop fucking laughing and that same lady told you to shut up like seven times!" and more laughter erupted from the ones who were there that day.

you passed the blunt to eren for the umpteenth time watching him take a quick drag then beckon to sasha to grab it as he didn't want to get up. "you both got kicked out, those were two different days." you shook your head at your friends antics and looked up at eren. "they're so dumb."

eren returned your stare and only then did you notice the way his eyes were half lidded, you were sure red was rimming them even though you couldn't really tell because of the red emitting from the lights in the room. he squinted at you and scrunched up his nose. "you look high." he ignored your last sentence wanting to stray away from the conversation he was barely apart of.

"i am high, stupid."

a small 'hmph' came from the back of his throat and it happened again, his eyes dropping to your lips causing him to lick his before he brought those same eyes back up to yours. you could've kept getting lost in them if you didn't jolt at the sound of jean clearing his throat and holding the blunt out to you.

you leaned over to grab it once more. "careful, it's a roach. don't burn yourself." he warned you, so you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb and started to put it up to your lips but eren grabbed your wrist.

"wanna try something?" he asked you, plucking the faltering blunt from your hands and using the lighter beside him to fire it up a bit more. "wanna shotgun it?"

you had to trace back where you hear those words again... like a shotgun when you get to sit in the passengers seat? no, that wasn't it... you couldn't recall, but by the way sasha widened her eyes for the several time that night, the way connie's mouth dropped into an 'O', and the way jean's features were exasperated, him looking down to the bright light of his screen, you could only wonder eren's intentions.

he didn't even wait for a response from you, pulling through with his actions anyways. "inhale slowly, okay?" he inhaled as much smoke from the blunt storing it in his cheeks, the skin expanding from the inside and then leaned over his face mere inches from yours. he grabbed your chin with his fingers and you opened your mouth slightly watching as he opened his and let the smoke pour out of his tinted lips. you followed his instructions; inhaling very slowly hoping the moment could last a little longer, both of you staring at the transition of the smoke from one mouth to the other.

eren glanced to the side for a second to see if the others were watching, mainly searching for one pair of eyes. you saw his upper lip curl upwards slightly and you inched forward a little more subconsciously. eren watched the smoke grow thinner and felt the way your hands grabbed at his shirt tightly. he watched your eyes flutter and felt your noses brush together.

eren watched both of you lean in a little more until your lips brushed and came together, and felt the fireworks go off in both of your bodies, electric like sparks getting sent through his.

he ignored the gasps and groans of your friends and instead focused on the gasp that left your lips when they first connected with his, and the groan you elicited from him, lips meeting so fervently. he couldn't admit it until today but he wanted your lips on his so bad, your body on his so bad. he was so infatuated with you and the two of you being around each other majority of the time didn't help. he could only reminisce in the little touches and flirtatious gestures you passed back and forth on a regular day and use that to fuel his thoughts at night.

"eren," you mumbled against his lips your voice coming out like a whimper that went straight to his dick, causing him to wrap his arms around your body and pull you into his lap letting your legs swing over either side of him. eren didn't forget about the guests in the room, and as much as wanted to put on a little show in spite of jean, he pointed towards the door snapping his fingers twice.

"five dollars that they fuck?" sasha nudged connie's shoulder as they stood up and walked towards the door while she rolled up her chip bag bringing it with her. jean's figure was already halfway out the door, slamming it hard and making his way to the living room with the other two following.

"hell no, you're gonna owe me five dollars instead. i'm betting that they fuck."

"no, cause you know they're going to that's why i said the bet first, peanut head." sasha stuck her tongue out at connie and he shoved her out the door closing it softer than jean.

he kisses you even harder just basking in the feeling of your smooth lips against his slightly chapped ones, lips working in synchronization like they were made for each other and he felt so needy. his hands roamed your hips and waist, going underneath the jacket now hanging off your shoulders and feeling the bare skin of your stomach. your skin was so hot underneath his hand, just like the air surrounding the two of you.

you ground down into his lap and he hissed stilling your hips at the feeling, his mouth dropping into a circular shape, his eyebrows pointing up until a sigh left his lips once yours disconnected from his. you studied his face; his eyebrows scrunched up in lust and his lips parted slightly already missing the feeling of your lips. his nails dug into your hips as if you would run for whatever reason.

"_____... fuck." his tone was low and light and he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, his skin warm on yours. "you're so pretty,"

your face grew hotter than it already was and you leaned your forehead against his while your arms draped around his neck. "thank you,"

"i want you."

you closed your eyes and relished in his grip that became impossibly tight on your hips. "i want you too-"

"i wanna fuck you... i wanna feel you." eren's eyes fluttered shut as well, his forehead moving from yours to the crevice of your neck, planting his lips and nibbling on the thin skin. your breath hitched and your hold on his neck tightened. "i wanna have you."

"i'm right here, eren."

he held back a moan at how gentle and soft your voice was when you said those words, but you caught on and wanted to actually get one out of him. you wanted to pleasure him, you wanted him to shudder because of you, and you wanted your name to leave his lips like a song; but he wanted the same from you.

he was high, and high, and high off of you.

"lay down."

eren obliged with a smug smile, turning himself to the side while steadying you on his lap until his head hit the pillow, his flyaways bouncing to the sides of his face. "c'mere." just like earlier you listened to his words and leaned down so he could press his full lips against yours. his hands cradled either side of your face as you rutted your hips against him and swallowed his groans. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and his teeth pulled at it as well until you gave him entrance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of your tongues colliding and dancing around each other even though both of your mouths were somewhat dry from the earlier smoke session, it still felt all good.

you felt fuzzy and your body felt like it was melting into his. when you pulled back for air eren gave you that same smile he gave you earlier, and you moved your kisses down his neck. once you reached the crevice between his shoulder and neck you moved his chain aside and licked at the spot, the feeling of your warm tongue against the shy skin causing eren to hold you a little tighter. you nibbled at the pretty skin and wondered if the mark you proceeded to leave would even be visible under the gleaming red lights.

"i don't know why you're trying to give me a hickey, they already know we're fucking." eren taunted letting his hands travel up your spine until they reached your neck, smoothing his fingers over it. you bit down on the mark as a way to punish eren for his comment then kissed it, finally pulling back.

"shut up."

eren let out a low laugh, and his low eyes raked over your figure with his lip trapped between his teeth. "when did you get my jacket?" he raised and eyebrow and began to remove the fabric that was resting at your elbows after unzipping it the rest of the way to reveal your top.

oh, so it was his jacket. you let out a laugh at your idiocy; you knew it was a couple sizes too big. "you look cute in it, but i want to see you now." he threw the fabric off of his bed and let his warm hands travel up until they cupped your breasts, your back arching in the least. his thumbs ran over your nipples, the feeling making you clench on top of eren. "like this," he pulled them hem of the white top up until you lifted your arms, now only left in your shorts and socks. he didn't even question the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. "shit..." he pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple and you let the tingling feeling go down your spine until he popped off. eren begins to remove his shirt swiftly throwing it somewhere near his jacket.

you make work of your position on top of eren, scooting down on his legs and pecking his chest, abs, then v-line until your head was leveled with his dick. he stared down at you with a look of sultry while your hands worked to pull down his sweatpants. his hips lifted to help you out and you palmed at him with your hand watching him throw his head back when such a simple gesture relieved some of the tension he was feeling.

your mouth connected with his dick through the fabric, feeling for his tip that rested on his thigh and smirking against it when he hissed, hand flying to your ponytail that you threw up earlier that evening. "fuck, don't tease me like that baby."

"i wanna take my time with you." a pout formed on your face and your hands made their way to his waistband, the elastic material detailed with 'calvin klein' circling his hips.

eren's hands grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him before you could pull down his boxers. "and i want to fuck you... make you feel good."

your stomach twisted and even though you were just trying to do the same you couldn't help but rush pulling down the brunette's briefs until his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, your pussy squeezing around nothing at the view. his tip red and leaking and you knew that it'd be heavy on your tongue.

"eren..." he watched the way you eyed his aching dick, and he took it in his hands rubbing himself up and down with his hand while basking in your expression.

"hm?" you didn't even know what you wanted to say, you were just mesmerized and wasted no time prying his hands away to replace them with your own. your nimble fingertips ran over his tip to gather his precum and slide it over his length and he twitched, no, his dick twitched, and his fists clenched in anticipation for your hot mouth on him.

he decided to be courageous, to look down and try to watch you without spilling over himself too fast, i mean could you blame him if he did? your hands, the feeling of you over him, the way you would feel around him... he'd had wanted this forever and now it was in front of him.

in a way, he wanted to ruin you, not let this moment go in fear it wouldn't happen again.

so you finally attached your lips to his throbbing member, and he sucked in a breath hand trying to choose between flying to your head or to keep his hands to his self for now, but he chose the former his fist keeping a grip on your locks while you began to bob your head up and down. small sounds of pleasure left him and his eyes closed again, him trying to focus on not fucking your pretty throat so early in. he just wanted you and him to be one in every sense for as long as possible.

a mantra of 'yes,' and 'fuck,' left eren's mouth while your worked around him slicking him up and drawing lines up and down his cock with your tongue watching his reactions for a particular sensitive spot he might have; and you found it.

you went back up to his tip kissing it gently before letting the heat of your tongue slide down a vein on the side of his dick. "_____," eren moaned lifting his hips although he wasn't engulfed in your mouth. "i need it, shit, i need your mouth."

you giggled and placed his heavy dick back where he liked it for now. you felt it brush against your throat and you wondered if you could go any farther, sucking fervently and coming back up to spit on his head, adding more slick to him. when you went back down eren couldn't help it, he had felt when his tip touched your throat earlier and he most definitely wanted to feel that again.

his grip on your hair tightened when your swollen lips were wrapped around him again. he pushed your head down a little bit causing your hands to put more pressure on his thighs. eren opened his eyes to stare at you again, your mouth stretched out so lewdly over his cock, saliva starting to slide down his length from your mouth and your eyes shut as you tried to focusing on breathing. this only encouraged him further.

"i know you can take more, c'mon, go a little further." he said in a tone near a whisper while he lift his hips up more so that he could feel that ridge of your throat and hear another gag.

you pushed yourself, letting him take more control and then he felt it again; "mhm, right there baby, right there." he moaned when you whimpered, groaned and gagged, but this only pushed his animalistic fervor and he tried to push you down more but you lifted your head to catch your breath. "fuck, that feels amazing, angel."

you let the praise run over your body and went back down on him seeing how far you could go without his extra nudge then focused some more attention on his tip.

eren could feel the curdle in his lower abdomen but he tried his best to ignore it, letting your work him more. he let you swirl your tongue around him and pepper kisses down his length. he watched you try to deep throat him again and watched the tears spring from your eyes before you came back up, and all of this built up further until he tumbled over the edge spilling white heat into your mouth with a shout.

you were satisfied.

aching for him? yes, but satisfied at your job.

eren's thigh twitched and his eyes screwed shut as you didn't remove yourself from his length yet, cupping his balls and paying attention to his tip, overstimulating him, watching him shudder and gasp under you like you wanted. his dick hardened again while he contemplated whether to remove you from his length or let the over sensitivity go until he had no choice but to stop, and once again he picked the prior. "_____, please i want to be inside you now, wanna fuck you still."

you slipped off of him and crawled forward only now aware of the wet spot on your panties.

eren brought your face towards him kissing you with no hesitance despite him just being in your mouth. he pecked your lips and you smiled as he praised you. "you did so good, so good..." another peck and then his hands trailed down to the shorts you were still wearing, giving your ass a squeeze and spreading them. "but now i want to see that pretty pussy on my dick, yeah?"

you let him slide off your shorts and underwear simultaneously until your slick heat was exposed to him and to the air, feeling it brush over you before eren's hands could. your head fell to his chest feeling the cold metal of his chain underneath you, and your sore jaw parted when you felt his rough fingers gather up your wetness on them, rubbing through your slit. "eren..."

"c'mon, sit baby. we're not done yet; fuck yourself on me." he placed his lips on your the top of your head. "please?"

you picked yourself up and scoot back taking eren's dick in your hand once more. you didn't even care that he didn't have a condom, you trusted him, and you trusted the birth control you were on too.

finally you slipped down onto him and for him it felt like you were sucking him up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside of you. "so fucking tight... you're so wet." he groaned with his hands on your hips and yours on his chest steadying you. it had been awhile since you had been fucked and feeling so full again felt good, the stretch felt good and the slight pain subsided so quickly.

slowly, you guided yourself up and down eren's cock until you could find a good rhythm. your chest bounced above him and your ass clapped together, mixing in with the sound of your slick getting pushed in and out of you. "yeah, like that," eren hummed watching you focused, your pussy squeezing around him and you putting in the efforts to fuck yourself on him for both your pleasure.

eren's hands helped guide your body up and down him, and you leaned forward a little to add some more pressure to your clit. everything felt so good, the way he hit your cervix, the way your bud rubbed against his lower abdomen, you could definitely say this was one of the best fucks you had in a while. eren slapped your ass for encouragement before massaging the same area and relishing in your gasp.

"this feels good... and so much better when you're high." you sighed out while your face contorted in pleasure.

"or is my dick just that good?" eren joked looking up at you after your comment.

"shut it, eren.. and," you leaned forward some more. you were somewhat exhausted from riding already, thighs aching and body shivering from the pleasure. "i’m tired..." you admitted almost shamefully.

"you're tired?" he spoke in the way you would to a child while turning you around so you were on your side. his chest was against your back, the cold gold material resting between your shoulder blades and your ass snug against him. he lifted your leg and held it up while you guided him back inside of you until he was buried deep once again, this angle hitting even better.

"i got you," eren murmured against your neck while starting his pace slow. his hand trailed up to your neck and he gave it a light squeeze while pushing you further against him. he loved the way your ass bounced against his lower stomach when he started going faster, making him speed up his pace. "'m gonna fuck you so good."

you let out a slutty moan at his dirty talk, bringing a hand over to your mouth and shutting your eyes. he found that sweet spot inside of you and you couldn't help but react as well as he hit it over and over again. eren's hand on your throat went up to pull your hand off of your mouth. "don't try to hide that pretty voice, i want to hear you, i want them to hear you. get loud baby."

you were sure he felt the way you clenched around him, suffocating his dick as it slid in and out of you at a steady speed, and this time when you let out a moan you let him hear it, you were loud like he asked and tried to put your leg up even further so he could hit deeper.

"eren, fuck!" you were left pondering why you didn't think about this earlier, why you didn't listen to everybody who told you to get with eren. you could've been getting the best dick you'd gotten in years but both your stubborn, wavering feelings got in the way. "yes, oh my god, yes!" you cried out while eren bucked his hips up into you tightening his grip on your neck.

he turned your head towards him and engaged your lips again swallowing your cries and whimpers as he abused your pussy. your hand shakily made its way down to your clit to give you another push but he was quicker, dropping your leg and grabbing your wrist causing you to yelp. "eren, please."

"beg me." that same fervor from earlier returned. being edged on by your cries and shouts of his name, knowing how good he was fucking you and making you feel was such a turn on. "tell me how you want me, how you want my cum."

your breath was ragged and your leg was aching but you wanted it stretched out again where you could feel it deep. you were on the verge of tears. your hips rutted against eren for any boost, any pressure that you could get you to your high. the hand around your neck only gripped further as you didn't respond yet.

"c'mon, beg me baby."

"eren," his name came out broken, your back leaving his chest as your arched hard. "please fuck me, fuck me... please," he started to move again in the least, after all he was on the verge of cumming as well. "fuck, cum inside me, i want it, please." the sobs that left your mouth were so hot and of course he gave you what you wanted.

he fucked up into you after lifting your leg again and letting the fingers that were choking you slip into your mouth while he kissed and nibbled at your neck, speaking in between, praising you and marking you. his hand slipped from your mouth and he brought his wet fingers down to your clit rubbing for you until you toppled over the edge with a loud cry of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt gripped him like a vice over and over again as if you were trying to milk him.

"ah, fuck," the way you were squeezing around him caused him to unravel himself, white painting your walls as he filled you up with his cum, shaking himself. "_____," he heaved as the two of you tried to come down from your escapade.

your breathing was beginning to steady again but you could still feel yourself pulsing around him causing him to pull out before it became too much. "eren.." you answered back as your head relaxed against his pillow while you rested in his grip. you felt his lips against your neck again, then stopping at your shoulder blades.

you were blanking out from tiredness, only then did you realize the state you were in, hair in somewhat of a mess, a sheen of sweat covering both of your bare bodies, and marks littering your body. not to mention the cum trying to ooze out of you. you didn't even realize when eren had gotten up until he came back, wiping you clean and only assuming he did himself too. he locked his door on the way back in and slipped his boxers back on, reciprocating on you with your underwear.

you could feel the bed shift, eren crawling in bed beside you after drawing out the covers from underneath both of you and wrapping them around you and him, bringing you against him before you fell back asleep.

༄ ༄ ༄

you woke up to a hand shaking you, your eyes lazily opening.

"wake up, _____."

"eren?"

the pretty boy smiled at you and studied your features as you tried to wake up completely. you were no longer naked, or in the same position you were from last night, now wearing a plain white shirt and your underwear.

"morning, i gotta head to class soon, remember i have a test, or did i-"

"don't finish that sentence." you rolled your eyes as you sat up completely eren laughing at you. you followed his eyes, them resting on your lips like always and you took it upon yourself to lean up and kiss him, this time quite innocently, domestic almost. "sorry, morning breath, but,"

eren this time cut you off with another soft kiss, his cheeks rising from his smile as he pulled you closer to him.

you didn't want to talk it out yet, you were somewhat fine with where everything was at now, although you knew your friends and eren wouldn't want to coax a direct answer out of you sooner or later.

but you were content with the way eren kissed you just seconds ago, content with his jacket and sweats you had to wear, you were content with having to use spare bathroom products at his house, you were content with the wave armin and mikasa gave you out the door, content with the walk you and eren shared to the college, content with the last kiss he gave you before his class.

content is how you were feeling.

content.

[buckyownsmylife]

Like the back of my hand - Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky and Steve explore your praise kink.

Warnings: smut, praise kink, poly!relationship, threesome

A/N: this is the beginning of my original plan for kinktober. Obviously, I wasn’t able to get it done in time, but I’ll keep working on it and sharing what I have written so far with you guys! The idea behind this story is that it can be read as the continuation of either somewhere only we know or put it all on me. Some will make more sense with one storyline than the other, but both can be considered the beginning of this one, if you’re willing to look over some minor sentences. I think it can also be read by itself? You’ll tell me. Either way, I’m compiling all of the stories that are a part of this shared universe in a single masterlist called ‘a shared future’, so that’s where this header come from. Let me know what you thought of it!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I watched her sleep peacefully while I pondered over how lucky I was to have an incredible husband and now this incredible woman to shower with love.

A presence behind me cast a shadow over the dimly lit room and I looked over my shoulder to find Steve also looking at her, soft eyes denouncing just how he felt for our best friend.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” His hand ran up my arm until it could caress my cheek, and I turned my head a bit to the side to press a kiss on his palm.

“She really is.” We stood there admiring her quietly for a bit, just silently admiring her beauty until he decided to slowly unwrap her legs and take a position between them, licking his lips at the sight of her overflowing cunt.

“Look at how debauched she looks,” he commented, glancing at me with a smile. “So much cum covering her body… I don’t know about you, but my mouth’s watering. I’m damn hungry.”

“What are you waiting for? Go get some breakfast,” I whispered as I took a hold of his strands, burying his face in her cunt just as she woke up with a gasp.

“What?” She exclaimed, eyes wide as she met mine before following my line of sight and finding my husband between her thighs, licking at her pretty little pussy and the remnants of last night. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, throwing herself back against the bed as Steve and I chuckled.

One arm covered her eyes as her thighs quivered under Steve’s hands that massaged her muscles, until she chanced a glance up at me, biting her lower lip in that way she did when she had something she wanted to say, but didn’t quite have the courage to do so just yet.

“What’s up, doll?” I asked, pulling the bottom lip from its prison so I could suck on it before parting to allow her to answer me. It took her a while to catch her breath, blinking a few times while her hips jutted up to drown Steve as he kept on lapping on her, but eventually she did voice what it was that had been concerning her.

“Y-you really are excited to keep this going.” The tone of her sentence left no place to mistake it: it was a realization, she truly didn’t believe that would be the case at all. Thankfully, me and Steve seemed to have the same reaction, as we each reached for one of her hands, him lacing their fingers together while I pressed a gentle kiss on the back of the one I held.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“What do we have to do to make you realize we’re in this for the long run, baby girl?” His words were like balm, soothing and exciting as Steve kept licking on me, undoubtedly feasting on the spent of what they left in me during the night.

“We want to keep you forever,” the blond man assured me, only momentarily parting from my taste before his tongue was back inside of me, making me groan in the pleasurable frustration of being eaten out so early in the morning - and after so many late-night orgasms.

“W-why?” I couldn’t help but ask. I knew I was being insecure - a part of me only they really got to see, as my best friends in the entire world.

But this time it was different. This time I was bearing my soul, the most intimate and vulnerable parts of me - quite literally, I was reminded as Steve sucked on my clit.

And I was terrified.

But I knew they wouldn’t let me fall down that trap. If there was something I was sure of when it came to Bucky and Steve, it was that when they knew what they wanted, they would stop at nothing to get it.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t you see?” Bucky asked, scooting further down the bed until he was eye-level with me, cradling my face between his hands. “You’re such a good girl for us, we wouldn’t want anybody else.”

With one last slurp between my thighs, Steve slowly climbed up my body, kissing my skin each step of the way until he was hovering above us.

“We want you to keep being our good girl,” he joined in, wet thumb brushing over my cheekbone until he grinned wickedly and leaned over me to lick the juices he’d rubbed off my skin.

“And we’ll reward you with plenty of orgasms,” Bucky assured me - as if I doubted that for even a second. “What do you say?” His hand had reached between my legs, occupying the space between my body and Steve’s to play with the same spot his husband had just left.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, distracting me even further as I chuckled, legs instinctively opening wider to accept his caresses as Steve captured my lips in his, giving me a taste of myself. “So perfect, doll. Why wouldn’t we want you?”

The compliment excited me in a way I didn’t expect. And Bucky felt it, in the way my pussy clenched around his digits, and Steve knew, by the way my chest heaved when our lips finally parted.

“Do you have a praise kink, pretty girl?” Steve’s smile was warm, almost burning against my overheated skin. I’d never realized it before, but as I laid there, getting ravished by my two best friends both through touches and words, I was pretty sure that I did.

Steve’s cock entered me when I least expected, his hands holding mine against the bed as Bucky kept playing with my clit. His lips found mine while Steve kept sucking bruises all over my skin, paying special attention to my breasts, and all the while they whispered tiny little words of praise that went straight to my head, adding to my arousal.

“Beautiful,” “Gorgeous,” “Sexy”, it all brought me to an earth-shattering release that was surely the result of a whole evening of being brought to bliss over and over again, but into this one last satisfying climax. When I was able to breathe again, I found them patiently staring down at me, waiting for my response.

And if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t have to think too much about it. No one had ever come close to satisfying me the way that they had, in the single night we shared. And I knew I’d never love and trust anyone the way that I already loved and trusted them.

“Yeah,” I whispered, looking from one man to the other. “Yeah, I’ll be your good girl forever.” Being with them felt like coming home after a long trip through the desert. I owed it to myself to give this relationship a try.

[httpdabi]

AmongUs

Summary: You decided to play AmongUs with your best friend and troll some randoms in there, what you didn’t really expect was to meet an extremely handsome stranger that has to offer you things your ex boyfriends never did.

Genre: smut, romance, No quirks looool

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors fuck off kindly), creampie, multiple orgasms, fingering, forced orgasm, daddy kink, dom!Dabi, orgasm denial, praising!

I had lots of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it <3

,, Girl, you promised that you’ll come over tonight’’ you whined loudly over the phone, as your best friend Nejire told you that she won’t be able to make it, breaking your plans into tiny little pieces. Damn her childhood friend and his whole family deciding to come exactly today over, ruining your perfect evening with your best friend.

,, Yeah, but we can drink and play, doesn’t matter if we ain’t together, I’m sure he’ll like to play with us ‘’ you could almost feel her smile on the other line, and with only that you couldn’t even think about being mad at her, knowing very well how much she loves that guy. Probably in a way that no friends love each other.

,, Yeah, yeah. But girl, if you dich me tonight and let me troll people on my own, I’ll never forgive you’’ you smiled, knowing very well that she won’t do that. The two of you spend too much time playing stupid games together, drinking till you are comfortable enough to argue with strangers online, and troll the shit out of them.

Since it was weekend, and you were spending time on your own, you decided to start drinking a bit earlier. Turning on a movie, you started sipping on your wine, exchanging some texts with your best friend every now and then.

Your first glass was done way too fast, and you were already sitting in front of your computer with your forth glass beside the keyboard, and a cigarette in your right hand, texting a code to Nejire as you puffed on your cigarette.

The moment you saw one familiar and one not so familiar usernames getting into the private lobby , you smiled widely once Nejire started laughing loudly.

,, HAHAHA BITCH WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT’’ she screamed, as her lover boy giggled quietly beside her, probably too shy to say anything.

,, What is wrong with Kentuckycriedfricken?’’ you asked, as you slowly tapped with your fingers over the table. Well, you weren’t so creative tonight, but you could only blame alcohol on that.

,, Why the fuck are you called TURKEY_SANDWICH’’ you added another question, not giving her a chance to answer to your first one.

,,BECAUSE I’M CARVING ONE’’Nejire screamed, and in that moment you knew very well that she drank as much as you did, if not even more. You giggled to yourself, as you watched the room getting full, some people talking, some texting in the chat and some simply waiting.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, once you saw all the people commenting START In the small chat box. There was something about it that was pissing you off, making you kick or ban anyone who writes it. This time, you were too busy laughing with your friend, and instead doing any of it, you simply started the game.

CREWMATE

You sighed in relief, taking a sip of your wine, as Nejire ran around you with her friend, singing loudly. Ignoring the two of them, you made your way to the Admin room, to swipe the card, not so surprised once you saw a crew of other players doing the same thing.

,,KENTUCKYCRIEDFRICKEN WHERE ARE YOU’��� you heard Nejire once she entered the room. Once she noticed the cyan color hiding in the crowd she hurried with her Pink character toward you.

,,Wanna watch me scan?’’ she asked, making you giggle as she just gave you the secret code, making sure you know that she’s the Impostor.

,,Nah, Imma pass’’ you said, getting out of the room. You were pretty sure she’ll win the game, since she had you and her friend on her damn side, but you did wish you could know who the other Impostor is. Ignoring her, you made your way toward the Weapons, to clear the damn Asteroids and just look for someone to play around with. These people were way too quiet for your taste.

,,Heyyyy what’s up man?’’ you almost screamed excitedly when you saw a dark blue character, hopefully a crewmate, standing there and clearing Asteroids, or you thought so. You forced your voice a pitch higher, giggling to yourself, knowing how stupid you sound.

,,Oh my god, how old are you?’’ the stranger asked. The moment you spoke, all the giggles were gone. That guys voice was so damn deep, you literally had to lit a cigarette before you decided to speak up again.

,,Old enough’’ you laughed, refusing to tell him your real age just now.

,,Older than 18?’’ he asked, as you were shooting those Asteroids, not that focused.

,, Of course’’ you gasped, rolling your eyes, like he might see you.

,, Thanks God.. Do you play Amongus often ?’’ he asked, not even knowing that his fucking voice was doing things to you.

,, Amongus is my favoire game’’ you said, finishing your task. The way he talked to you, you were almost sure that he was trying to troll you a bit there, probably thinking you are one of those uwu pick me girls.

,,Mhmm.. you’re up pretty late.. what’s your bed time?’’ he asked, and with that question you were more than sure that he was messing around.

,, Daddy beats me if I don’t go to bed at 9’’ you tried to hold your laugh, and you could almost hear the stranger doing the same thing you do.

,, Ohh, I could be your daddy and I would never do that to you ‘’ he said. In that moment, if it wasn’t for his voice, you would probably just laugh loudly and just go away. But damn, the way he said that.

,,HAHHAHA YOU CRAZY FUCK’’ You choked out, once you got out of your little dream, liking how he played along.

,, So that’s your real voice’’ he mumbled, small muffed laugh following the sentence, as you ran away from him. You didn’t hear a voice like that for a long time, and you really hoped that the dude will follow you around for the rest of the game.

Which at your surprise happened.

You were about to ask him some stupid question, but in that very moment someone found a fucking body.

,,Pink killed white and just jumped into the vent in front of me’’ some dude accused Nejire, and that’s when you knew that you have to jump in.

,, I saw Pink scan tho, so that makes you pretty sus dude’’ you lied without thinking twice. Yeah, you knew that it’s more fun if you play by the rules, and don’t team up.. but Nejire is rarely the Impostor and she’s always so damn excited when she wins.

,, Yeah, that’s Pretty sus… ‘’ your new friend said, probably believing you, since you two spent some short time together.

At the end of the short meeting, White was voted out.

You made your way to Reactor to do your task, and Nejire and her friend followed you, probably to look a bit clear to others. You hated the task you had to do, so you took your time, ignoring the loud laughs coming from your friend.

Shortly, the voice of Nejire was changed with the deep one.

,, So, what do you do usually?’’ he asked, as you tried to start the reactor. You had trouble with that task without being tipsy, so alcohol wasn’t really helping in your current situation.

,, I’m streets salesman of burgers’’ you joked, making him laugh a bit. Only to end up telling him that you are actually a student, having a mini job at the café near where you live. You weren’t even sure if his voice was making you speak up or the alcohol, but you almost found yourself telling him the story of your life.

,, Where are you going?’’ he asked you, as you made your way toward Electrical, stopping once the lights got off. You didn’t want to look sus to him, but you didn’t want to go there, since everyone knows that the first person that enters the room will end up dead.

,,Well, I wanted to go to electrical, to do my task, but not so sure about it anymore’’ you said honestly, running around him.

,, Come on, I’ll keep you safe’’ he laughed, and you followed him. The moment you were about to do your task, the game finished, showing how the Impostors won.

You heart almost skipped a beat when you saw In the chat box how your dark blue feiend was the second Impostor. You found it extremely cute that he had way too many chances to kill you and he never did. Instead of killing you, he was simply chatting with you.

CREWMATE

Usually you were the one to hate playing as impostor, always feeling the pressure and thinking that you’ll ruin the game for the other impostor, but tipsy like that, you wished you could be one now, and kill some crewmates around.

,, Doll, teaming ain’t nice’’ deep voice told you as you were downloading the data in the Cafeteria.

,, Awh, come on, she needs a bit of support’’ you said, focused on his voice more than on your task. ,,After all you just used me to clear yourself and look less sus’’ you added and he sighed loudly, acting shocked that you could even think of him like that.

You thought that the little play with the stranger will be just one time ‘’experience’’, but at your surprise he asked you for your instagram at the end. Usually you aren’t the one to share your personal information’s with others, and you also weren’t sure what you’re getting into, yet you found yourself giving him your username before you turned the computer off and drifted into a deep sleep.

Once you woke up, your phone was blown up with notifications, every single one from instagram. One text message and the rest of it were likes.

[Touyaf]:

,,Well, didn’t expect you to be this pretty.. super glad I met you there ’’

You smiled to yourself as you read the little message, with one of your post attached to it. Tapping on his username, your eyes almost widened in shock once you realized that not only his fucking voice was attractive. The dude was a motherfucking snack, and you had a pretty big luck that you found him in that silly lobby.

To Touyaf:

,, Heyy, you ain’t looking bad either lol same, let’s play together again ‘’

You replied, before you returned to his profile to like some photos he posted. Being honest, you didn’t know what to expect, but what you didn’t expect was a black haired guy, with piercings and tattoos covering his body. He definitely didn’t look like someone who spends his time on computer playing fucking Among us.

Hopping out of your bed, you made your way to get ready for the day. There were many things you planned to do, so you didn’t really want to waste your time. The faster you’re done, the more time you’ll have at the end.

After you packed all the post you had to send for your work, you headed to the bus station, hoping you’ll be able to catch the next bus. At your surprise Dabi was replying to your messages way too fast, making it one of the conversations where your eyes simply have to stay glued to your phone.

You found it almost funny how you ended up checking up your phone more often than usual, for someone you didn’t even meet yet. Sure, his profile looks legit, but the possibility that some attention thirsty freak is hiding behind that profile will be there till you meet him personally.

Once you finished everything up, you made your way toward the little Game shop, the one you were a well known costumer in. The now not so new Crash Bandicoot game that got out months ago was finally on the sale. You wanted to buy it the same day it got out, but $75 was too much, and it’s not like you’re shitting money.

The moment you bought the game, you wished you could fucking teleport yourself home, but sadly, you still had stuff to do and the game had to wait.

..

Your steps felt heavy, as you pushed yourself in the crowd, trying to keep your balance. Someone’s shoulder almost knocked you out, making your blood boil in just a damn second. Turning your head to the side, more than ready to fight, a smile crept on your face once you realized who you’re facing.

,, OH MY fucking god ‘’ you gasped, pointing every word out.

,, Woww, you’re alive’’ your cousin laughed, once she realized that you were ready to throw some hands. You really wanted to go home, but since ALL OF SUDDEN, both you and your cousin had some time, she forced you to go grab a coffee with her.

The two of you wanted to meet for a long time, but yet none of you could manage to get some free time and meet.

,, Yeah, Kai went to that Music program. The whole town was voting for him, didn’t you know that?’’ she said, talking about your childhood friend that always wanted to become famous.

,, Wow, strong community ‘’ you joked, acting surprised. Even tho he was your friend, you had to be honest. He couldn’t sing for shit.

The two of you ended up spending much more time than you planned to, and you ended up not minding it at all. You actually enjoyed talking about random shit form the last with her.

,, Wow, I didn’t think Bonnie is still alive. That dog could sense us from far away, so weird’’ your cousin said, sipping on her now cold coffee. ,, You think she would still smell or sense me if I would be on my way to your parents house ?’’ she added, eyes almost twinkling excitedly.

,, She can definitely smell your stinky ass’’ you joked, playing with the metal straw in your drink.

,, Oh eat shit, I’m sweating so much that I’m showering two times a day’’ she protested, slapping your arm playfully.

,,And even that ain’t helping’’ you laughed loudly once you saw her disgusted face.

The two of you finally parted ways, once you told her that you have some other important plans, deciding its better not to tell her that you’re dying to go home and play the game you bought.

You almost teared up once you were finally in your pajamas, laying comfortably on your couch and playing the game. You almost teared up, when you chose the retro function of the game, where you can get and loose life, thinking you’re the old school gamer. Oh, how fast you changed it once you realized how hard the game is.

After playing the game for two hours, you realized that you definitely won’t be able to finish it in one night. You were glad that the production was aiming for the old public, but you didn’t expect it to be that hard.

[Touyaf]:

,,The game is dope as fuckkkk, but too easy imo’’

You smiled when you saw that he replied to the picture you posted on the story.

To Touyaf:

,, Are you insane ? I’m on the same level thirty fucking minutes now :( ‘’

You replied, as you continued with the game, only to pause it after one minute of gameplay just to check your phone when you saw the instagram notification.

[Touyaf]:

,, Want me to help you?’’

To Toyuaf:

,, How ?’’

[Touyaf]:

,, Send me your address ‘’

Your eyes widened when you saw what he wrote, too scared to open the message he sent you. Of course you wanted to meet him, but so fast ? And at this time ?

Was that really smart ?

Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s smart or not, you ended up sending him your address, last name and running around in the middle of the night and cleaning your apartment anyway. You found yourself smiling the whole time while hysterically cleaning around. You didn’t know if he is living near or far, yet there was so much to do. It was very visible that you weren’t expecting any guests.

Luckily for you, it took him some time to arrive, giving you a chance to clear everything nicely and throw your clothes that were laying around into the closet.

The moment you heard the doorbell you got nervous like a little teenage girl that was about to go on her first date and the moment you opened the door, you were more than sure that you made the right decision when you sent him your address.

Was is possible that someone could be that handsome ? At one point you thought that he was just photogenic when you scrolled his Insta feed, you thought maybe he knew his angles. But damn, the dude standing in front of you was someone you would spread your legs for without thinking twice.

,,Hey, nice to finally meet you’’ he said, giving you a small hug which you definitely didn’t expect. ,, You look even prettier than on photos’’ he added, smiling at you.

,, You think? Thank you. You too’’ you said awkwardly. Usually you are much more confident, and you don’t have problem with communication, but the fact that this handsome dude you barely know, is in your apartment, made your legs shake.

,, I mean, you are really handsome’’ you added fast, trying to break that creepiness in your voice, giving yourself a mental facepalm once you realized that he was holding back his laugh. You almost looked like fucking Bella from Twilight. Was that necessary ?

,, What do you want to drink? Tea ? Coffee? Orange juice ? Wine ?’’ you asked, preparing the glass. He probably noticed how nervous you are and that made you even more nervous. Everything that could go wrong, is going wrong right now.

,, Well, I’m really up for some wine’’ Touya said as he sat comfortably on your couch.

THANKS GOD. You weren’t sure if you would be able to survive being in the same room with him while drinking a fucking chamomile tea.

,, You can’t beat this level? This one ?You can’t be for real’’ he laughed, as you placed two glasses and one bottle of wine on the table.

,, Are you dissing my gaming skills ?’’ you laughed, pouring the wine in the glass while he was playing the game like it was nothing.

,, Ah please, how many times did you paly it ?’’ you whined loudly, as he played almost perfectly.

,, Oh thanks God, you are a smoker, I was already stressing myself out if I’ll have to go out for every cigarette’’ Touya said once he saw you lit a cigarette.

After your second glass of wine, all the nervousness was gone. The two of you were having pretty much a fun time playing the game and drinking together.

,, What are you doing ???’’ he asked, almost screaming once you died in the game, without getting to the checkpoint.

,, MY BEST, I’M DOING MY BEST’’ You screamed back, throwing the controller to his direction, one again feeling defeated.

After that night, Touya started visiting you more often, and every night he would visit you, the two of you would drown a bottle of wine. You didn’t expect him to be such a cool person actually. In your opinion he did look like someone who’s full of himself.

Also, when you told Nejire that you met the dude from Among us, she immediately started lecturing you about how he could have killed you, totally ignoring the fact that you were standing in front of her alive and more healthy than you ever were.

,, Anyway, they have one appointment free today ‘’ Nejire said, as the two of you walked down the street, going to your usual café.

,, What are you talking about ?’’ you asked confused.

,, About escape room you stupid bitch’’ she said, hitting your arm lightly like she was talking about it clearly before.

,, Nejire, if the two of us go, one hour won’t be enough for us to get out of it’’ you pointed, knowing very well that neither of you is capable of figuring anything out on your own, especially not some scary ass escape room.

,, Ye, but I can ask Mirio to come, and you can ask the Dabi dude’’ she said, rising her eyebrows at you. Well that wasn’t a really bad idea actually.

Both Mirio and Dabi agreed, and while sipping on your coffee the two of you reserved the room. It was pretty much unplanned, and you had around 2 hours until your appointment, but you were really glad it worked out.

,, Girl, you should see my little sister today, girlie is only 3 years old, and she already flirts better than you and me together’’ Nejire giggled, as you gave her one questioning look.

,, She met some boy at playground today. You should see the looks they were giving each other. They even started talking in their baby language, discussing something’’ she said, making you laugh as you imagined her baby sister hitting on some other kid. You were never a person that could deal with kids, but her sister was really special.

Once the Mirio arrived, Nejire got all quiet, which almost made you laugh out loud, since she’s nothing like that usually. She did tell you before, that the two of them hooked up after one of the birthday parties you attended, but you almost forget about that.

,, What can I get you?’’ the waiter asked Mirio, as you and Nejire talked excitedly about escaperoom.

,, One Matte Lacchiato’’ Mirio said, trying to follow what you were talking about, while the waiter was looking at him confused, not sure if he’s joking or not.

,, You mean Latte macchiato ??’’ Nejire asked, trying to hold her laugh. The moment the waiter left, none of you had to hold it back anymore.

,, Dude, Matte Lacchiato ? Really?’’ you laughed loudly.

,, Fuck off, I’m not a coffee person’’ Mirio snapped, his face all red from embarrassment.

,, One Paccuccino please’’ you joked, making Mirio roll his eyes.

,, One Sepresso please’’ Nejire laughed loudly , while Mirio was mumbling something under his breath, hating the both of you in the moment.

,,By the way, I don’t like this thing, tastes like nothing’’ he said, as giving it to Nejire to try it out.

,, Out of 1 to 10, how many points would you give to this Matte Lacchiato?’’ Nejire asked, giggling, giving him a sign that she’ll never forget the silly mistake he said.

,,2 points. One for having balls to sell it, and another one because I’m such a good hearted person’’ he said, pushing the drink to the side.

The moment you saw Touya enter the café, you started waving around with your hands, helping him find you.

,, What took you so long ?’’ you asked, as he took a seat next to you. He looked good as usual, wearing oversized purple shirt, and black pants with nike airforce.

,, I was in the middle of a jog when you texted me’’ he said putting his both hands in the air, feeling attakced.

,, Oh that sounds fun’’ you joked, as you rolled your cigarette.

,, Yeah? I’ll call you next time to come with’’ he said, also rolling a cigarette, while giving you a side look.

,, Not that fun’’ you laughed.

,, dude, the last time we jogged together, she had to call a taxi to bring her back home’’ Mirio said, making Touya laugh.

,, Trueeee, I had to pour water all over her face when we were jogging together’’ Nejire added, remembering the accident that happened back in the days.

,,Oh shut up, I had to put your fucking legs up hoping you wont collapse’’ you laughed. Sure, both Mirio and Touya were in better shape than you, but Nejire ? Girl was on the same level.

,, And stop it, stop dissing me! I’m a victim of a hate crime right now” you whined loudly, as all of them laughed.

When the time came, all of you made your way to the escaperoom. After you checked in and paid, you and Touya went out to smoke one more cigarette since you had some time before the game starts.

,, So, what will you do after this ?’’ Touya asked, placing his arm around you as you puffed on your cigarette.

,, I don’t have any plans yet, why ? Wanna come over ?’’ you asked, mentally holding your shit together once he said that he’ll gladly come.

He was too close, wayyyy too close. You could even smell his fucking perfume.

Once the game started all of you were more than lost, having hard time finding the clues. You were in some basement looking room with tons of books. Touya and you found the first clue, some numbers written on the small closet as a code for opening the box that Mirio found.

Mirio found the second code, that led you to the box with the key that was opening the door.

,, Oh my god guys, there are number on the closet’’ Nejire screamed loudly, making all of you laugh.

,, Sweetie we passed that part long time ago.’’ Mirio said pinching her cheek. You were pretty sure that she was a bit lost, because Mirio was giving her way too much attention.

The next room was even darker than the first one, full of some weird family photos, crosses and blood. All of you were trying to work together, you agreed to use the Woky toky only when needed, yet the person who held it didn’t really give a shit about your agreement.

,, We need help’’ Mirio said, while the rest of you whined loudly since it was probably the third time he’s using it by now.

,, Dude, do you like the worker here ?’’ you asked him, as you took the photo of the wall.

,, No, why?’’ he asked you back, almost confused.

,, Because you are constantly talking to him. I swear you didn’t even talk to your ex that much ‘’ you said, making Touya laugh a bit.

The game continued with all of you in a rush to figure things out. One clue led to another one, and you opened some small room, where someone had to go inside to pull some weird looking rope.

Luckily for all of you, Mirio volunteered. The moment he pulled the rope down, some weird as cockroaches fall down on him, making him get out of the small room faster then he got in there.

,, Fucking shit, I didn’t sign for this’’ he whined, sighing in relief once he realized that those cockroaches are plastic one.

,, I swear, if that shit fell onto me, I would smash the red button without thinking twice’’ Nejire said in disgust.

,, This game is hard as fuck’’ you sighed, as you held some weird box with some knifes in your hand.

,, Wanna know what else is hard ?’’ Touya said quietly, making your eyes widen in shock.

,, Excuse me?’’ you couldn’t believe what he was asking you, here in front of your friends.

,, This cross. Oh my god, didn’t expect you to be that dirty minded doll’’ Touya laughed loudly, making you blush. In your Defense, he sounded like he was talking about his dick. He definitely didSl.

At the end, the 4 of you made it out of the room few minutes before the game ended. The moment you opened the door, you found the worker that explained the game and led you to the room standing in front of the very same door. Probably ready to get you all out.

,, This was so embarrassing ‘’ Nejire laughed as all of you got out of the building.

,, Yeah, imagine if we didn’t figure it out, what would he tell us ? Sorry but yall have to die now’’ Mirio said.

,, Well, maybe if you used the time we had for figuring everything out, instead of talking with the dude over the Wokytoky, MAYBE we would do better’’ you laughed, as Mirio told you to fuck off.

After Mirio and Nejire left, you and Touya made your way to your apartment, still talking and laughing about the whole game.

The two of you played among us, teaming up against some randoms on a whole new level. He was sitting way too close to you, like there was no place on the couch at all. Of course, you didn’t mind that, but you would lie if you said that you could focus on the game fully.

,, You are so cute’’ Touya pointed when you killed someone in front of him, not even hiding the fact that you are teaming.

He was complimenting you and being touchy with you more then usual.

,, So, are you really into daddy kink?’’ you asked, as you remembered the first time you played together.

,,Maybe ‘’ Touya smirked, focused on the game.

,, Naughty naughtyyy’’ you laughed, killing some other crewmate.

Once you had enough of the game, the two of you ended up just chit chatting about some stupid things, still in the same position as you were in before. The only difference was that Touya was slowly caressing your skin.

,, You wanna sleep over ?’’ you asked, once you realized that it was getting really late.

,, Well, definitely not if I have to crash on this couch’’ he said, making you giggle quietly.

,, Ah, you know I wouldn’t let you sleep here.’’ You mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

,, Awhh, is my little doll implying that I can share her bed with her ?’’ Dabi teased. His arm was wrapped around you, rubbing small circles on your right hip gently.

,, Maybe ?’’ you said, trying to focus on anything else than his hand playing around.

,, Anyway, doll, I want to ask you something’’ he muttered, stopping his movements suddenly. You changing your position to have a better look of him, was your answer to go on.

,, Do play a lot with other people online?’’ he asked. You blinked slowly, not sure if that’s really a question he wanted to spit out. It seemed like it would be something more important.

,, Uh, I’m usually playing with Nejire. Why ?’’ you replied, confusion written all over your face. At your surprise, Dabi wrapped his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap like you were a small and weightless playtoy.

,, You know, I don’t like sharing what’s mine. ‘’ he expressed, placing his both hands on your tights, moving them up and down slowly.

,, Yours ?’’ you weren’t sure what was going on, and you definitely didn’t expect that silly question to go this way.

,, Doll, you’ve been mine the moment you sent me your address. What I meant was, you’ve met me so easily, I sure hope you ain’t like that with everyone on the internet.’’ His voice was somehow even more deeper than usual, and maybe it’s weird, but the position you were in was lowkey turning you on.

Maybe the fact that his behavior changed so fast, maybe the fact that he wanted you all for himself .

,, Honesty, I never share my personal information online, since you never know who’s hiding on the other side, but there was something about you. I just wanted to stay in contact with you’’ you responded, playing with your fingers like a lost child.

Instead of replying, he placed his hands on your cheek, pulling you slowly into a kiss, which you accepted gladly. It was the first time you felt such huge attraction for someone, and you were more than happy to give him anything he wants.

Maybe it’s weird to feel such a thing for someone you didn’t know that well, but everyone starts somewhere, right ?

His hands were going up and down your waist, lips never leaving your own. The moment you put your arms up, helping him remove the shirt you were wearing, you felt him smirk into the kiss. Once your shirt was off, he leaned back into the couch, having a better view of you, half naked sitting in his lap.

His right hand was playing with the strap of your bra, and the other one was holding you on his lap firmly. To him, you were the most beautiful little thing that he placed his eyes on, and he was more than grateful that you didn’t freak out because of his small confession.

You couldn’t wait anymore. Bending over, you connected your lips with his own again. His hands moved to your ass, giving it one good squeeze, before he got a firmer grip of you, pushing you up with himself and making his way to your bedroom.

Once he placed you on your bed, he took his shirt of, throwing it somewhere on the floor, as he climbed on top of you. All you could do was close your eyes and moan quietly once you felt his lips on your neck, sucking and biting it gently.

His lips were moving down, from your neck to your chest. From your chest to your stomach, leaving wet love bites on his way down.

Once he got so low, that he was almost between your legs, he unbuttoned your pants slowly, pulling your panties just a little bit down to leave kisses down there.

After few kisses, he gave you a sign to push your hips up a bit, and you did so. The moment you did it, Touya pulled your pants, together with your underwear down, leaving you in nothing else than your bra.

,, Take of your bra’’ he commanded, as he got lost between your legs. You wanted to do it, you really did, but once you felt his tongue on your pussy, you weren’t capable to even think straight, yet to remove your bra.

He was sucking and biting your clit, like no one ever before, making you throw your head back into your pillow as you enjoyed what he was giving you. You cradled your hands into his hair, as you felt thousand things at the same time. You’ve never desired someone so much, and the fact that the person you desired like no one else in your whole life was between your legs eating you out, was driving you crazy on a whole new level.

Dabi felt the same, it was the very first time he felt pleasure while he ate someone out, he was craving you like a mad man.

His tongue was doing wonders to you, and the moment you felt his finger slowly enter you, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get control over yourself.

,, Gotta loosen up my doll a little bit’’ he mumbled, savoring your pussy. The way he ate you out was getting sloppier and sloppier. Once he added another finger, your grip on is hair got stronger, giving him a sign that it hurts a bit.

,, Baby, how will you take my dick if you ain’t capable of taking ony two fingers ?’’ he looked up, smirking at you. Once you gave him a weak nod, he started moving his fingers in and out of you, slowly, giving you time to adjust.

Once he heard you moan, he started moving his fingers a little faster, as he started to rub your clit with his other hand.

,,Oh god’’ you moaned loudly, as pleasure took all over your body. Your orgasm hit you pretty unexpectedly, making you hide your face with your hands in embarrassment. You never came so quickly.

He definitely knows what’s he doing. None of your ex boyfriends made you cum so fast. All they did was simply missionary sex, with no talk at all. Few humps and done.

,, Open your mouth’’ Touya commanded, not giving you a chance to understand what was going on and why he wanted you to open your mouth for him. You felt two wet and sticky fingers rub your lips. You couldn’t even open your mouth fully, as he already shoved his two fingers in it.

,, Suck’’ grabbing your hands with his own and pushing them down, he had to see you, even tho he knew very well how embarrassed you felt in that moment.

Of course you did as he told you, as he held your chin, forcing you to look right at him as you cleaned his fingers that just pleasured you.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said, caressing your cheek gently, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trying to free his throbbing dick out of the pants.

,, Didn’t I tell you to take your bra off ?’’ he asked, smirk forming on his lips. ,, Oh, so you don’t like to follow daddys orders ?’’ he added, climbing on top of you.

,, I ..’’ you didn’t even know what you wanted to say, you honestly forgot that you even had your bra on. Instead of saying anything, Touya only laughed, flipping you on your stomach, as he unclipped your bra in one movement.

,, I really wanted to be gentle with you, but if you are not capable in following small orders what will happen later with the big ones?’’ he asked, kissing the back of your neck slowly. You weren’t sure what to say, for you, that wasn’t a big deal, and honestly you didn’t know much about daddy kink.

,, Sorry daddy’’ you said, closing your eyes. It felt weird to call him daddy, but now that you knew that he likes it, you did it anyway.

,, Sorry doesn’t help doll. Daddy has to fuck you into obedience’’ he said, pulling the lower part of your body up. He took a good look of you, before he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. The view of you, with your ass up made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t wait anymore.

He shoved his dick into you with one move, forcing your body to move away from him out of the reflex. But Touya wasn’t buying that, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you back.

,, You good?’’ He asked. You could hear concern in his voice, and you found it really cute how he suddenly changed.

,, Yes, that was hot ‘’ you said embarrassed, glad he was not facing you.

,, Good, because I ain’t stopping’’ with that, he started rocking his hips into you, as he pulled your head back, hand still holding your hair keeping you in the place he wanted you to be in.

So much about the concern.

,, So fucking tight’’ he groaned, as he fucked fast and hard into you, making your bed crack with every move. You found yourself moaning louder then before, it felt like he was forcing every moan out of you with every snap of his hips against your own.

The moment you felt his fingers on your clit, your walls squeezed around him. Once again embarrassed that you are so close, so fast.

,, Oh nah, you ain’t gonna cum yet’’ he whispered in your ear, leaving your clit and grabbing your hips with his both hands.

,, Ehhh pleaseeee, please daddy’’ you moaned, pushing the embarrassment away.

,, Baby, If you cum now, I’ll make sure you cum at least two more times before I finish you want it or not’’ he said, stopping his movements. Usually, when you had sex you were lucky if you could orgasm even once, since the guys only thought about themselves. You weren’t really sure if you could do it for him. You weren’t sure if you were capable to do it at all.

,, I’ll take that as yes’’ Touya laughed, moving his hips suddenly, his hand back on your clit and rubbing it so fast that he literally forced the orgasm he stopped few moments ago.

You moaned loudly, losing the power in your body. If Touya wasn’t holding you, you would definitely just fall down. He moved his hips slowly, making sure your orgasm lasts long enough for you to see the stars.

Once he was sure you are done, he flipped you over onto your back, spreading your legs with his hands, as he gave you one passionate kiss. You were too focused on the kiss, not realizing that he entered you again, only to realized it once he started moving again.

He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, not breaking the kiss at all. You could feel his dick hitting your cervix with every move. You found yourself wrapping your arms around him, trying to find some comfort while he fucked the light out of you.

,, Come on baby, cum for your daddy’’ he groaned, enjoying how tightly your walls were squeezing him in that moment.

,, I can’t, oh my god, I really can’t ‘’ you whined, digging your nails into his skin, as he once again started playing with your clit. You felt both pain and pleasure while played with it, forcing the third orgasm out of you.

,, Of course you can, look at you, such a good girl’’ This time he didn’t slow down, letting you enjoy it, instead he was fucking you even harder and faster then before, making the orgasm that hit you almost painful, but yet still good and pleasurable.

With every move he did, you dag your nails deeper into the flesh of his back, moaning loudly not giving a single fuck if your neighbors could hear you or not.

,, One more baby’’ Touya groaned, hitting your g spot all over again. ,, Only one more baby, you can do it ‘’ he added as he rocked his hips against yours. You were so fucking sensitive, that you literally felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your walls. Maybe you were imagining, but it felt like you could literally feel the shape of his whole dick inside you, every inch of it.

He was fucking you in a reckless pace, once again rubbing your clit, while telling you how you’re such a good girl for him and how you’re gonna milk his cock so nicely. Once Touya felt that he was close, once he realized that he won’t last much longer, he started rubbing your clit with more pressure, forcing himself even more into you then before.

,, Come on baby, cum all over my cock’’ he groaned, as you moaned loudly. The moment he forced your last orgasm out of you, he groaned loudly as he was chasing his own high, painting your walls white with his seed.

The moment he came, he slowed down, still not stopping his movements completely. Fucking his seed deep into you. Because of the fact that you came fucking four times, and that he shoot loads and loads of his own seed into you, you were almost sure that you were already leaking on your bed.

,, Are you okay?’’ Touya asked, placing soft kissed on your neck, while his dick was still inside of you. ,, Did I go too far ?’’ he added, once he realized that you aren’t answering.

,, Oh god no, this was amazing’’ you whispered, tilting your head to the side. Touya kissed you, not being able to hold his smile at all. After the kiss, he wore his boxers and made his way to your bedroom, only to come back moments later with a warm towel.

After he cleaned you up, he helped you wear your panties, giving you his shirt instead of your own, before the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

In that moment, you felt grateful for existence of that silly game where you met this handsome stranger. Who would have thought that Amongus can be a better match maker than Tinder.

You sure didn’t.

[mercy-burning]

Fake Fiancée - Part 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader becomes rather possessive over Spencer when she learns he’s been been with someone else since they hooked up four months ago. Category: SMUT (18+) Content Warnings: Language, mutual masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, hand-on-neck (no choking), praise, degradation kink, possession kink, dirty talk Word Count: 7.1k (I didn’t mean for it to get this long I swear aldjfsdlfksk)

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He's been a ghost in my head for four months.

Everywhere I went I could hear his voice, hear the way he whimpered out my name and how cries got higher and higher as I clenched around him. I felt the rough grip he held on my hips as I rode him, the pads of his fingertips leaving behind faint bruises that I currently wished I still had.

And more prominently, I saw his face. It was always in the back of my mind, burning into me with lust-drunk eyes and a pouty mouth in the shape of an O. It sizzled into my brain, the sound definitely sounding more like raindrops than fire, but I was more than okay with that.

Though, every time it rained, I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same— if he stood outside or watched from the safety of wherever he was and replayed that moment over and over again until he was aching to be in my presence once more.

I also had to wonder if he knew about the ring I'd left in his front seat.

Did he leave it in his car, perhaps in the glovebox or on a string that he tied around his mirror? Or did it fall somewhere between the seats? Maybe he found it and did what I never could, pawning it off for some happily-accepted cash while he laughed at how careless I was to take a stranger's virginity and then leave my expensive diamond ring behind like a fool.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the means to find out.

It's not like I could have wandered up to the FBI building and ask to meet with a Dr. Spencer Reid... Right? Because that as absurd. I'd only met the guy once, and he'd probably think I was crazy for trying to track him down.

It was a whole ordeal that I'd mulled over again and again, and I ultimately decided that it was ridiculous.

If anything I was happy to be rid of the ring. I could move on with my life, and maybe Spencer sold it for money or he's held on to it as a souvenir for a special night.

Win-win.

It didn't dull the small ache I felt for him, though. Every once in a while I found myself remembering how great that night was... I hadn't felt that way—sexy, confident, fun—in a long time, and as much as it sucked that he was getting picked on by some drunk idiots at a bar, I was glad it led me to him.

Some nights, when I was missing him significantly more than usual, I even went back to Waterson's in the event that I'd run into him again, hopefully under better circumstances.

Tonight was one of those nights.

This time I didn't have a ring to keep most of the men from hitting on me, but now that I was well and truly over my ex-husband, I was glad I didn't use that as an excuse to keep the ring around anymore. As annoying and painful as the drunken flirting was, I was way better equipped to handle it and truthfully somewhat relieved that I could get back to normal.

You know, save for the fact that I was only at Waterson's in the first place to maybe see some guy I hooked up with four months ago and still haven't stopped thinking about...

Because that was totally a normal thing to do.

I was on my second beer of the night when I felt a presence behind me. And even though I was pretty sure than I'd be able to tell if it was really Spencer, a part of me still buzzed thinking of the prospect of seeing him here again.

I turned around though, and was met with an entirely different person. I tried not to look disappointed, but it must have shown because the man who'd caught my attention gave a small laugh.

"I'm sorry, are you expecting someone?"

I liked to think that I had a good read on most people, especially when it came to men in bars. This man was someone I looked at for a few seconds and immediately knew that he wasn't looking to make me uncomfortable. He had come over to flirt with me, no doubt, but the difference here was that where most men would have gone straight into it, this man genuinely looked like he was willing to haul ass if I really was waiting for someone and didn't want his company.

That alone made me willing to entertain him a little, even if I was disappointed that he wasn't who I desperately wanted him to be. But it certainly helped that he was attractive.

The first word that came to mind was smooth. Even as I laughed back at the man and answered him, my eyes did some wandering of his figure and admired what I saw. A crisp, tight grey tee shirt that hugged some rather nice muscles, and brown skin that was just a few shades lighter than his eyes, which were kind and a little playful. His smile was stunning, sharing that same playfulness that his eyes held as he practically sparkled to life at my answer.

"Oh, no, I'm not... But I certainly wasn't expecting you..."

I made sure to smile at him, a little smirk that complimented the admiring eyes I was offering him and a little laugh that never failed to get me what I wanted.

He gently leaned into the bar, one of his hands coming to rest of the cool wooden surface. "I'm Derek."

"Y/N."

"Pretty name."

I don't know what made me so bold, but I nodded and shot him a wink. "Not as pretty as you."

We shared another laugh, and then I took a swig of my beer, finishing the last of it and then sliding towards him. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"We just met and you're already stealing from me... That's my line."

"What can I say, I'm quick... Hey, Carla! Can I get two more for me and my friend here?"

The bartender—and my longtime friend—laughed a little, taking my empty bottle. "Sure thing."

The look she gave me right before turning away practically yelled, I thought your type was helpless skinny white guys who can barely look you in the eye without creaming themselves...

Yeah, well, you worked with what you were given. And besides, my type was practically anyone with just a shred of decency.

Real high bar, huh?

But after Patrick, I couldn't complain. Derek seemed like the type of guy who would flirt with you at any given chance, but respected your boundaries all the same. Unfortunately that was hard to find nowadays, especially in bars like Waterson's.

So, yeah, he wasn't the man I was naively wishing to see here tonight, but he was into me, he was decent from what I could tell, and he was hot.

So we had a drink and spent a good twenty minutes chatting it up. Since it was my third beer of the night, I was accumulating a pretty steady buzz, and the longer I talked with Derek the more I opened up a little. I found myself leaning into him and finding excuses to lightly touch his arm, but I kept noticing that he was glancing down at his watch occasionally.

"Are you expecting someone?" I asked, playfully.

"Right, uh... Yeah, I was supposed to be meeting a friend here. He's usually early, but I think we got our times mixed up again..."

"Again, huh? You two aren't very good coordinators?"

Derek laughed, the sound making me feel all warm. "Well, for FBI agents you'd think we'd be better at it."

"O—Oh," I said, my heart stopping for a beat. Had I heard that right? Was I more tipsy than I thought? "FBI?"

"You seem stunned," he said with another laugh. "What, you're not a criminal, are you? Do I have to take you in?"

I laughed, albeit nervously, but decided that this all had to be pure coincidence. If I didn't, I would have gone insane. Even still, it was difficult for me to sit here and openly flirt with this man when I knew he just confessed to having the same profession as the literal man of my dreams— and as of late that also included daydreams.

In fact, I was positive that's what it was when I saw Spencer approach us— a daydream.

Derek was calling my name, I knew that much, but I couldn't do anything but look over his shoulder where Spencer's ghost practically froze in place when he spotted me.

"Y/N?"

That wasn't Derek's voice. Spencer's mouth moved in time with the calling of my name, and it even sounded like him. I blinked rapidly, hoping that I could snap out of it and excuse myself for the rest of the night, so I could go home and sleep it off.

But even when I finished blinking, expecting Spencer's figure to be gone, he was still there.

At this point Derek had turned around, and what he said next snapped me out of it pretty damn good.

"Reid? You know her?"

"You're real," I said, speaking for the first time in a while. My throat felt dry, and my heart came alive at the sight of him.

Spencer stared at me, his eyes softening after I spoke to him. I saw his lips twitch into a shy smile before his hand came up in an equally shy wave. "Y—Yeah, I'm real." What followed was a huffed laugh that cemented his nervousness at seeing me again for the first time in four months, and it was the most refreshing thing I'd heard in a while.

"Oh my God," I said, a smile of my own starting to creep up.

I'd completely forgotten about Derek being there until he spoke up, snapping us out of our reunion, his voice conveying every range of confusion.

"What the hell is this?"

***

I knew there was always a minor chance that I'd run into her again, but it still rendered me utterly still and practically useless when I spotted her across the bar with Derek.

She was just... there. After months of debating whether or not I should send her a letter with the ring mailed back or stopping by to see her, or even using Garcia's help to find where she might have been so I could 'surprise' running into her... It happened to chance that I didn't need any of that at all. Because she was really there.

And she was flirting with Derek.

I'd have been lying if I said that didn't really bother me, but truthfully I'd always felt a bit insecure around him, mostly when it came to being surrounded by women who were most likely fawning over him instead of me.

Not that I particularly wanted or even needed them to fawn over me in the first place... It was just... Telling.

And it's not like I knew or thought I wasn't at least somewhat attractive. But seeing the one and only woman who'd ever made me feel very good about all of that for probably the first time in my whole life openly flirting with my best friend? It stung. It felt like now that she'd seen me and him in the same place, she'd decide that she'd made a mistake before and that she'd be better off with someone else— someone who was stronger and more skilled and probably easier to look at.

Even when the three of us sat at a booth and Y/N decided to sit next to me, her proximity dizzying after all this time apart, the first thought that came to my mind was, She doesn't want to see me. She'd much rather sit across from Derek so she can look at him instead.

I was starting to think maybe I should have stuck to mailing her a letter...

"So... Are you gonna tell me how you two know each other?" Derek asked, leaning back and easily amused.

Y/N seemed to be amused by all of this, too, because she answered immediately, a tone in her voice that I'd only dreamed about for four months and nine days straight.

"Oh, we were engaged."

If I didn't know any better, I would have thought Derek's eyebrows were going to fly straight off his head. "Engaged? Like... Engaged?"

"I—It's not what you think," I jumped in, suddenly a little embarrassed. "Not really engaged, but... Y/N pretended to be my fiancée once... There were, um... There were these guys who wouldn't leave me alone and she came over and told them off."

I hoped he wouldn't piece it together, but it was inevitable, and the look of realization that crossed his features made me feel extra warm with embarrassment.

"Oh... Is she the reason why you actually said yes to that date last month?"

Y/N turned to me, an eyebrow raised. "A date? Because of me? I don't... I don't follow..."

I was going to explain, but Derek beat me to it.

"I've always tried to set Pretty Boy here up for a date, but he's always said no, and then out of the blue I ask him and he agrees. Which was a shock in its own. I knew something was up, something had to have given him the confidence to go on the date... And all along its been you, hasn't it?"

"Well, I... I don't know, I guess so?"

They both looked at me then, and I stared down at my hands, unwilling to look either of them in the eye. "Y—Yeah... I don't know, I guess Y/N just... helped me see something in myself I hadn't seen before."

I half expected them to think it was silly, but Y/N's hand dropped down onto my knee and I stared at it for a moment before flitting my eyes up to meet her gaze. It was soft, and a small smile grazed her pretty features.

"Oh, Spencer, I'm so glad I could do that for you... How was the date?"

"O—Oh, it... It was fine. Not... I'm not seeing her anymore, but it wasn't bad... Just, um... There wasn't much of a connection, that's all."

In simpler words, She wasn't you.

But I couldn't tell her that, not when she was staring at me again with those sparkling eyes and her hand burning a hole through my pants with her electrifying touch, and most certainly not with Derek sitting right in front of us.

"Hey, whether it worked out or not, whatever you did to get him out there, it must have been one hell of a job," he said as if he'd been reading my thoughts.

Y/N gave me a knowing look, though, and suddenly I was transported to my car, feeling her hand explore my body as she showered me with filthy words and names that set me alight and cemented something about myself that I'd never known. Since then I had dreams about her, telling me how much of a 'good little whore' I was for her, and I always woke up from those dreams clutching her ring around my finger.

"Well, like I said, I'm glad I could help. Your boy here is one in a million."

It was awkward. This was all very extremely awkward. And even though I knew that, I still couldn't bring myself to stop it. I couldn't bring myself to stop staring at Y/N, soaking her all up like she was going to leave again at any given second. I couldn't stop thinking about her, our predicament, what we did and what I discovered about myself back then...

God, I was talking like we hadn't seen each other in years. It was only four months and yet I was acting like she'd left me alone after years of being together. This was ridiculous, right?

Thankfully Derek's phone rang, snapping us all out of the bubble of silence we'd been in for what seemed like forever.

"Uh, I'm gonna... get this. Be back in a few."

I expected Y/N to drop whatever act it was she had going on with me after he left the table, but her hand remained firmly on my knee. And then she moved a little closer, turning to me completely and tilting her head with a smile that only meant mischief.

"So... Looks like we have some catching up to do..."

***

I was practically giddy when Derek excused himself for a "Garcia Emergency". Though, I was concerned until he assured us that it wasn't anything bad, and by the look on his face as he quickly talked things over With Spencer, I got the feeling he was expecting his friend to 'have some fun' tonight. And that's what truly made me giddy.

We sat close to each other again, a few drinks between us and only a few booths away from the one we sat in the first time we met. If it weren't for the rock missing from my finger, I would have been convinced we'd actually transported back to that exact moment.

"You getting Deja vu, Doctor?" I asked with a smile, watching as he swallowed.

"Y—Yeah, kinda. It's great seeing you again, I... I really didn't think I would."

I laughed. "You know where I live, and you're an FBI agent... I'm pretty sure you could have saw me again if you wanted to."

"Well... Yeah, but I didn't want to be creepy or anything..."

"Trust me... If you randomly showed up at my door, I'd be anything but creeped out. I missed you..."

Spencer looked up at me for a moment, his eyes shifting before he seemed to relax. "You... did?"

"Of course... I haven't stopped thinking about you since we met. And I hope that's not creepy," I added in a laugh.

"No, not at all," he reassured with a nervous laugh of his own. "Actually, um... I've been thinking about you a lot, too..."

"Even on your date?"

I'd only meant it as a little joke, maybe another conversation starter, but at the mention he seemed... embarrassed.

"Oh, no, that was... That wasn't really... I—I only really did it to get Derek off my back, it—"

I rested a hand on his arm and smiled gently. "Hey, it's alright... I didn't really mean anything by that, I'm just... I meant it before, I'm really glad you did it. I know you said it didn't really work out, but did you have some fun at least?"

He laughed again, but this time there was hardly any humor in it. "Well, she wasn't you..."

I smiled a bit, but immediately following his words was a wide-eyed terror and instant regret. "Oh, I didn't... I'm sorry, I—"

"So, you did think about me on your date, huh?"

He froze then, presumably at the low, seductive drawl I blanketed over my words. His mouth slightly hung open, tongue flittering behind teeth as he tried to find the right words.

I smiled at him, and then he settled on, "Yeah. I did."

"It's not very polite to think of other girls while you're on a date, you know..." I made sure to let him know I was only teasing, and that I just wanted to know what his reaction would be.

Still, he surprised me when he said, "It's not my fault you're impossible to forget..."

He flashed me a smile then, and my stomach twisted deliciously at the little dash of confidence he'd grown in the past minute.

Maybe I could bring more out of him...

"Okay, fair... But it is your fault that you didn't come find me."

"Also fair... But... You're here now..."

Spencer inched closer to me, and I smiled, taking my bottom lip gently between my teeth before leaning in, too. "How about that..."

Our lips brushed for a second, so gentle it was like being tickled by a feather, and then he spoke again, his breath hot on my mouth. "I've... dreamt about seeing you again for so long now... Kissing you..."

"Me, too," I responded, bringing a hand down to graze the inside of his thigh. "Guess it's a good thing I'm a firm believer that dreams come true."

"Yeah," is all he said before he finally took the initiative to finally kiss me.

I sighed, melting into his touch and tightening the grip I had on his leg. Meanwhile his hands rested at my forearms, fingers dancing experimentally over my skin and making me tingle in their wake. And once I parted my lips, he took his shot and gently brought his tongue out to meet mine in a collision that quite frankly made me throb.

He'd been a decent kisser before, but... It's obvious he's had a little practice since then. Not that I'd have minded either way, but damn if this newfound experience didn't give me the most sinful idea.

I felt him whine as I pulled away, and that made everything even better.

"You wanna get out of here?" I said in the cheesiest way possible. But he didn't seem to mind.

In fact, he nodded rapidly and took a quick drink of his beer before following me out of the booth and towards the door.

***

Leading Spencer up and through the doorway of my house was probably the most electrifying 'date' experience I've had... well, ever. I'd been excited to sleep with people, sure, but with Spencer I found something greater. I wasn't entirely sure what that was, yet, but it was definitely good.

He reiterated that thought nicely once the door was closed and his hands were on my face, bringing my mouth to his again while I dropped by keys and haphazardly threw my phone and wallet on the side-table next to us in favor of gripping his shirt.

Just through his kisses I could tell how much he'd longed for this moment. I know he told me, and I'd certainly understood the feeling, but when it came down to actually acting it out in the flesh, I was much more in favor of that method of communication.

I gladly accepted his wordless confessions, through every groan and gentle graze of his tongue that he offered to me. And in return I gave him sharp tugs of his shirt and hair, conveying my urgency and the need to be closer to him.

When my legs started moving, his did, too, and we reluctantly pulled apart in favor of not tripping up the hard wooden staircase on the way to my bedroom. Though, I was thankful he was in just as much of a rush as I was, because otherwise I probably would have gotten embarrassed.

And that didn't happen easily.

I fumbled for the light switch once the door shut and our mouths connected once again, and I could have sworn it was like something out of a trashy TV show. The thought almost made me laugh, but I held it in in favor of moaning when Spencer lowered his hands to my ass and squeezed, pulling us closer together. I finally hit the light switch and then flow both of my arms to wrap around his neck and draw him even closer.

He was everywhere all at once, and it fueled me. I'd come to miss physical human interaction, but I hadn't realized how badly I craved it until he was right there, taking up all of my personal space and aiding me in creating this perfect recipe of frantic, glorious electricity.

It was going to kill me, and I would have gladly let it.

I experimentally rolled my hips forward and felt him gasp into me, and it wasn't long before he started growing hard.

Good... Now I could set the plan in motion.

"Remember what you told me?" I asked breathlessly before our heads switched sides and leaned in for more kisses.

In between them, he returned, "When?"

"The first time we met..." I trailed my lips down the column of his throat as I continued. "When you said you edged yourself..."

"O—Oh... Yeah, I remember."

"Mmm," I hummed, sucking a mark into his neck for the time being. As I did it, the grip he held on my ass tightened a bit, and I laughed lightly over his skin, slowly licking my way up to his ear. "I wanna see..."

The trembling he provided under my influence was a good sign. And then another came when he whispered. "Y—You want to see... me? Touching myself?"

"Mhmm..." I planted kisses all along his jaw before pulling back to look him in the eye, making sure he knew I was serious when I told him, "But only if that's okay with you."

He didn't even take a second to think, nodding rapidly once more and giving me a flash of a smile. "It's okay."

I hummed happily, leaning forward to give him one huge kiss, long and hard, before pulling away from him completely and nodding towards the bed. "Clothes off..."

Our hands got to work as soon as the words left my mouth.

And it wasn't until my shirt was on the ground and Spencer's eyes remained glued to my chest with trembling hands that I realized, even though we'd slept together before, our clothes had never actually come off. Tonight we were completely baring ourselves to each other, and that was somehow more intimate than the idea of taking his virginity was.

I reached out and grabbed his shirt, gently assisting him in removing it, and it must have snapped him out of wherever he'd gotten trapped because he shook his head and let out a nervous laugh, averting his eyes from me and staring at the ground.

"S–Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for," I reassured, throwing his shirt to the ground next to mine and bringing his hands to rest on my bare stomach, slowly sliding them up. "I like when you look at me..."

His eyes reached mine once again, breath hitching as I guided his hands to cup my breasts over the bra. "Well, I... I like looking at you."

I kissed him again, hoping to bring forth some familiarity to our current routine, and it worked like a charm. Our movements were slow and steady, each article of clothing joining the floor one by one until we were down to nothing but my underwear.

I led him to the bed then, breaking us apart and making him sit. Now that I was taller than him, I gripped his chin in my hand and tilted his head up to look at me.

"Lay back for me?"

He scooted further along the bed until finally he leaned back, his head resting nicely on my pillows. I climbed up after him, kneeling at his feet and bringing a hand down trace lines along the inside of his thigh. Meanwhile I looked him up and down, finally getting a decent look at his full, bare form.

"Ohh, so pretty... And I bet you're even prettier when you're touching yourself... You wanna start?"

He reached out for his dick in answer, wrapping a delicate hand around it and slowly stroking up and down as he looked up at me with the stars in his eyes. "Like this?"

"However you normally do it, baby. Just relax. Make yourself feel good..."

After a slight nod, his hand picked up a little speed. He swiped his thumb over the tip to gather some precum for lubrication, but as hot as that was, I had a better idea.

"Here, let me help," I offered with a smile, leaning down and bracing my hands on his knees. I let spit gather on the end of my tongue before allowing it to drip down and land right on the tip of his cock. The sound he let out, broken and dripping with want, sent a jolt of electricity through my blood, only amplified by how wet he sounded once he started moving his hand again.

I let my eyes roam all over, taking in every heave of his chest, the veins in his arm and hand as he worked himself, the soft fluttering of his eyes as he lost himself in the moment... At the risk of sounding absolutely cheesy, it truly was a magical sight. I felt entirely lucky that I got to see him again at all, and now like this, bare and vulnerable and exuding lust while I was left to my own devices.

All that to say, I hadn't realized I was touching myself as well, until a whimper came from my mouth, my clit gently throbbing with stimulation at the hands of... well, my hand.

Upon seeing me, Spencer let out a whine of his own, picking up speed with his hand and throwing his head back onto the pillow.

"Y/N..."

He wasn't addressing me, wasn't asking me anything at all... My name on his lips was more of a declaration, like some type of chant, a string of letters and syllables formed specifically to bring him closer to the edge he knew he'd have to resist falling from.

"You getting there, baby?"

"U—Uh huh..."

"You better hold it," I drawled lowly, bringing myself into the more strict persona I wanted to bring out tonight, given that's still something he was into. "Just like you promised."

After a few more hard strokes of his hand, Spencer leg to quickly, bringing his hand to rest on his chest as his mouth let out the most delicious whines and grunts of determination to keep it all in. Without the stimulation, I noticed his dick slightly twitching over his stomach, glistening and  hard...

Fuck, if it wasn't the hottest fucking thing I'd ever experienced with my own eyes and ears...

I pulled my hand out of my underwear, too, still a little shocked that I hadn't realized before that I was doing it to myself and a little turned on at the fact that it had that big of an effect on him.

"I—I would have been able to go longer, but... But you were there, and you were... And I only ever have you in my head, not right in front of me..."

It was obvious that he was probably afraid he'd let me down somehow, and that was definitely not the case. So I leaned down and dragged my hands over his lower stomach, feeling inch of skin while my mouth came down to press featherlight kisses to the base of his dick. "Spence, that was hot as fuck... You really think of me when you do that?"

"Mhm," is all he offered, currently reveling in the way my tongue darted out to explore the lines of his cock.

"I think of you, too," I admitted, pausing to press a kiss to the underside of his tip. "When I touch myself... I think about how pretty you were the first time I called you a slut... Tell me, baby, you still like that?"

"God, Y/N, yes..."

I sucked gently on his tip now, watching as he watched me, his bottom lip occupied between his teeth and his eyes on the brink of closing.

He was getting close again. So I stopped, pulling off of him with a soft pop and smiling as I crawled up his body and planted a kiss to his cheek. My legs straddled his hips, and I got close to his ear.

"Tell me, what about this... other girl you went on a date with... Did you sleep with her?"

"Um... Y—yes..."

"I'm willing to bet she didn't make you feel half as good as I do..."

"She didn't..."

I smiled against his jaw, bringing one of my hands to stroke his hair. "Was she mean to you? Did she make you her dirty little whore?"

I could feel him let out a trembling breath as he answered, "No."

"That's right," I said softly, right before switching gears and tugging on his hair, pulling back to look in his eyes. "Because you're my dirty little whore."

His cock twitched along my ass at my words, and it made me smile. But before I could speak again, he did it first.

"I'm all yours, Y/N... No one else's..."

I couldn't help it then. His words, our position, the needy look in his eyes as he confessed this to me... All of it was enough to make me snap.

So I leaned in and kissed him, hard. My hands tangled in his hair while his flew to my waist, sliding down to play with the hem of my underwear as his tongue slipped into my mouth and against my own with ease. I swallowed each whine with the greatest pleasure, my hips involuntarily grinding down and spreading the evidence of my arousal along the fabric of my panties. I wondered then if he could feel how wet I was, how much I wanted him.

I didn't have to wonder for long though, because he slipped one of his hands around front and dipped into said fabric, finding how wet I was and groaning into my mouth at the feel of it.

"You've been dying to get another try at this pussy, haven't you?" I whispered into his mouth.

Unsurprisingly, I was met with a whine in return. "Uh huh... I missed you so much..."

I ground down into his hand, nipping at his lips a little before giving my next demand.

"Then prove it."

Rather than fingering me like I expected him to, Spencer rolled over and straddled my legs, tearing my panties down and leaving me with a smile.

"I love the confidence you've grown, baby boy... Proves how dedicated you are... to being the best little slut you can be."

"Yes, Y/N," he responded, leaning down and kissing the inside of my thigh. "I wanna be good for you... Let me show you, please..."

"Show me..."

His tongue came in contact with my pussy, and it immediately sent my head flying back into the pillows, a low whine escaping my throat. He flicked it over my clit expertly a few times before going down and licking a broad strip up the entire area. Vibrations flittered along his path through his groans, and just hearing how much he enjoyed it had me clenching the sheets for stability.

"Ohh, what a good boy," I praised, bringing one of my hands to stroke his hair back. "Who's my good little whore?"

He grumbled into me, but I tugged at his hair.

"Say it."

He pulled away briefly then, still in contact with my pussy as he breathed out, "I'm your good little whore..." And then he promptly got back to work, devouring me with a hungry precision that made me laugh.

"Needy, too, I see... So desperate for that cunt..."

"Yes, " I heard him mumble into me. He repeated it a few more times, chanting it as his tongue flicked through me and tasted every last drop of my impending orgasm.

I sat up a little and held his head to me, his tongue moving at a quicker, more relentless pace. My stomach started to twist and my legs clenched, holding Spencer firmly between my legs as my hips rolled forward and met his every movement. Moans fell sweetly off my lips with every second, getting higher and higher until I finally held myself still and let the high take over. His tongue drew out one of the sharpest orgasms I'd ever had, the fervor he delivered making me see stars for a solid twenty to thirty seconds before it finally subsided and my muscles started to relax.

"Fuck," I breathed, almost whining when he removed his mouth from me and just kneeled there, studying my form as I tried to catch my breath. "Get up here," I asked more than demanded, though it might have been hard to tell what with my head spinning.

Spencer climbed over my body and I pulled his face down into a warm, wet kiss that had me tasting myself and growing wet again at the taste. I pulled away then, looking into his eyes and playing with his hair.

"I can't believe you didn't come see me sooner... Depriving me of that pretty fucking mouth..."

He kissed me again briefly, whining into my mouth before I continued. "But no... You were busy going on dates..."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he said, kissing my cheek softly, over and over as his lips made their way down to my neck. "I'm so sorry, I... I wanted to see you, I just..."

"I know, I know," I cooed, closing my eyes and relishing in the feel of his lips on my skin. "But tonight you're gonna make up for lost time, got it?"

"Yes... Yes, I'll do whatever you want..."

I hummed, bringing his head back up to meet his gaze, and my thumb stroked over his bottom lip. "I want you to put that pretty cock to good use and fuck me like the desperate little slut I know you are..."

I kissed him then, gasping out once he shifted his hips and entered me slowly— I knew he was going to get to it quickly, but I guess I'd underestimated his need to please me.

The sentiment had me curling with want, more of it coming when he bottomed out inside me and trembled. Really, I could feel him shaking as he started to pull out and then back in, setting a steady pace that would surely become more erratic once I started talking to him again.

"Shit..." Spencer cursed, shifting up on his arms for more leverage as he steadily drilled into me. "I m—missed this... Missed you..."

"I know, baby, I know... I missed you, too... And you know what else?"

I drifted one of my hands down in between us, spreading out my fingers so that his cock fit nicely between them as he fucked me. The added friction of my fingers had him whining out, dropping his head down so that his ear was right by my mouth.

I whispered. "So did my pussy... So you better fuck her good..."

The sudden brutal velocity in which he slammed his hips against mine felt like a strike of lightning, and the loud groan he let out against my neck was the thunder. Everything shifted then, Spencer lifting himself up and holding onto my legs as he drilled into me at full force, his body glistening with exertion and my own succumbing to his wind.

"Yeah, that's it," I cooed through a laugh of pure pride. "That's a good fucking whore... Giving me that cock like I own it..."

"Y—You... do," he stuttered through a broken whine. He was getting close again, and I knew just the thing to do the trick.

I reached my hand up to hold his neck, not applying any pressure, but just holding as I forced his eyes down to look at me. "That's right... That slutty cock is mine... Now give it to me..."

The end of my sentence was punctuated with a sharp cry out as another orgasm tore through me. I shouted Spencer's name into the abyss as He fucked me through it and started twitching inside me, signaling his end as well. And the added warmth from his cum as it coated my insides well and truly marked me as his, despite the words we'd just exchanged.

I belonged to him just as much as he did to me, and I wondered if he knew that. If he knew just how much he inhabited my every thought.

I wanted him to know that I was practically infatuated with him.

But that conversation could wait until after we were... settled down.

He was still inside me as he slumped forward, laying his head on my chest and rubbing lines into my forearm.

"You okay?" I asked gently, combing through his hair with my fingers.

"Most definitely... Just... tired."

I smiled, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You're welcome to stay here for the night..."

He was silent for a long while, almost so long that I thought he'd actually fallen asleep. But then he said, "Right here? With you?" and my heart soared.

"Of course."

Truthfully, I'd have let him stay forever.

But when I opened my eyes the next morning, the other side of the bed was cold, and his body was nowhere to be found.

***

Dear Y/N,

I'm sorry for leaving you alone last week. I know you must be a little hurt and confused, but if you aren't, then just forget I ever said anything.

Nonetheless, I regretted leaving you behind last time without at the very least sending you a letter, so I hope this one finds you well. After all, you have shown me experiences I never could have imagined enjoying as much as I did, so I should thank you for that.

But that's not all that this letter is for.

I also want to invite you out to dinner some time. I know this might be a little unconventional, but given how we met and also how we reunited, I figured this would be a fun, romantic way to ask you out. I understand if you don't feel that way given that I've more or less abandoned you twice now, but I promise it was all for good reason.

If you'd like to talk more, about anything I've disclosed in this letter, I've attached my phone number below, otherwise I'd love to hear back from you. I know this sounds strange, but I've been dying to know what your handwriting looks like. I bet it's pretty, like you.

Once again, I am truly sorry for leaving you behind without a word, but I want a chance to make it up to you. Please say you'll reach out. Otherwise, I know where to find you if you'd rather I make some cheesy romantic comedy—esque gesture of affection that either makes you fall in love with me or hate me.

Yours, Spencer Reid

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tease

word count: 4.8k

description: where y/n has a little too much fun teasing harry on the dance floor.

warnings: daddy kink, slight mean dom! h, bdsm, smut, choking, collars, slight exhibition, humiliation, spitting, degradation, pet names, literally just pure filth

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You knew what you were doing. The extra hair shakes, body rolls, and lip bites dancing with your friends were unnecessary, and caused Harry to have to fix his pants multiple times while he watched you.

The last straw for Harry came when you began touching yourself over your dress, nipples poking through the expensive fabric. Harry knew you were enjoying the attention a bit too much, the little exhibitionist.

During a break between songs where you and your friends come back to the table for water, Harry pulled you into his lap, arm wrapping around you tightly. His lips go to your ear, nipping the lobe lightly before whispering,

"No talking once we leave here. When we get home you are to immediately go to the bedroom, strip, and wait."

Your heart stops for a second, before nodding adamantly and shakily inhaling. Harry takes notice of the way her hands tremble the next time she reaches for her glass, and he smirks. She has no idea what is in store for her.

You didn’t even want to be here at this point. Harry looked too fucking edible tonight. He chose to wear a deep royal blue fitted suit with white boots for no reason other than to make you sweat even more than he normally does. The way he’s sitting in the booth, conversing lightly with your friends’ partners and his security, but constantly having an eye on you. How he spreads his legs at all times wide enough so you’re able to slip between them whenever you want. How his hair has been growing out and it’s the perfect length to gather between your fingers and yank.

Finally, you are able to make a hasty goodbye, faking an early morning. You make a point to hug all of your friends, before finally making it back to Harry’s car.

Remembering the rules, your lips stay sealed. Your mind can’t help but wander so your fingers start picking at the ends of your dress before Harry notices, grabs one in his hand, and kisses a knuckle lightly. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, knowing that it’s been a while since you last did a scene and you’re a little nervous. His hand remains holding yours as you begin the drive back home, easily calming your anxiety.

Harry parks in the driveway and gets out of the car, coming around to your door.

“Shocker you could even remember to let me open your door, pet. Doesn’t seem like you care too much for your rules.” Harry tuts.

You swallow, nails digging into your palms to keep you from apologizing.

He takes your hand in his, delicately helping you out of the car. Guiding you with a hand on your low back to the front door, he pushes you in front of him lightly when he notices you shiver from the night air.

As soon as he unlocks the door, you take off your shoes, place them in the shoe rack by the door, and walk quickly into the bedroom.

Your mind still going a million miles a minute, you go the bathroom before stripping of your clothes and putting them in the hamper, making a mental note to do laundry tomorrow.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, your legs can’t help but tremble with excitement and nerves, a pool already forming between your legs. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of what he is about to do to you.

About ten minutes go by before you hear the click of the door and you quickly try to fix any mistakes that you may have made in your posture while waiting for Harry. Keeping your head down, your hair flowing over your face, you hear footsteps approach the middle of the room.

Harry circles you a few times, before grasping your chin between his fingers and pulling your face up to look him in the eyes, a gasp emitting from your lips.

Your eyes are already so glassy and doll-like, cheeks flushed, lips bitten red and just asking to be touched. Harry can't resist lovingly tucking a strand of hair behind your ears and giving you a short, sweet kiss on the lips before squeezing lightly on the chin still in his grasp.

"Do you know why you are in this position?"

You gulp and nod, remembering Harry‘s rule.

"Good girl. You may speak," Harry says, the praise making your stomach tighten and legs twitch.

"Thank you, Sir. I was being overly sexual and touching myself in public, Sir," You mewl out, incredibly turned on by the power exchange.

"Yeah, you were, weren't you?" Harry coos, voice mocking you and dripping with sarcasm. “Always have to have all eyes on you, have to have all the attention.”

Harry takes your chin and makes you nod your head exaggeratively at his words, mouth parting open as you stare directly in his eyes.

You can’t even breathe at this point. You had to be dripping onto the floor, but you can’t even focus on that right now. All you feel is harryharryharry.

His fingers move from your chin down to your throat, squeezing ever so lightly. Snapping out of it, you realize you never answered his question.

"Y-yes, Sir. I love the attention," You fumble out, the pressure on you throat making you almost dizzy with need.

“Do I not give you enough?” Harry asks, looking you directly in your eyes as he says this.

Your heart breaks a little at the look on his face and whimper out, “No, no, give me so much attention.”

“What? You just want more? You’re just a little slut who can never have enough, huh?” Harry says, hand leaving your throat and striking across your face once, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp. The sting that lingers is deliciously warm. The pink handprint contrasts your skin for just a moment and you almost moan at the thought.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m your little slut.”

Harry’s eyes close at this, teeth biting his lower lips as he exhales sharply. Fuck, how does he deserve this. His cock twitches and he lightly moves a hand down to squeeze it slightly, catching your eyes following him.

He squats down, the contrast of his full suit and muscular body to your small frame making your head spin. “I think you’ve forgotten just who the fuck you’re dating, Y/N.”

His right hand grabs your cheeks, rings scratching your jaw lightly, before squishing them together. Taking the hint, you open up your mouth, sticking your tongue out as he spits directly onto it.

Your eyes slip close, head tilting back lightly. Yes, yes, yes, this is exactly what you needed. To be disrespected and treated like a doll, to be used like this. Your pussy clenched around nothing, hips fighting against grinding on the floor.

Harry catches onto this, laughing at you.

“Oh, puppy. Are you really that worked up over me spitting on you?” He questions, laughing. The humiliation colors your face pink before he lets your cheeks go, leaving his thumb resting on your bottom lip. Pushing down lightly, he leans forward slightly over you, keeping that pretty red mouth open and waiting for him.

A long line of spit falls the short distance from his mouth into yours, this time a whimper escapes you as soon as you feel it pool onto your tongue. He was giving you himself, he was giving you everything you needed.

This time, your hips do buck up, but Harry puts a stop to that immediately. In a matter of seconds, his hips are pinned to yours on the rug, your wrists locked above his head in one of his hands while the other continues to touch your mouth.

His thumb plays with your bottom row of teeth, lightly tracing them, before hooking onto your jaw and pulling you closer up to him.

He presses a teasing kiss to your panting mouth, whispering,

“I don’t know if you deserve my cock, Y/N. You were a nasty thing out there tonight, would’ve let anyone get behind you and have their way with you.” This was a lie. Harry would be damned if he didn’t fuck you tonight, and you knew this. But god did it make it so much hotter when he talked to you like this.

“No, Daddy, all yours, I’m yours, please,” You beg, trying to lean in to kiss him.

Harry places his thumb back in your mouth and pushes down slightly on your tongue, gagging you. Your eyes water as you try and suppress it and suck his thumb deeper into your mouth.

He has a look on his eyes you’ve only seen Daddy have, a look that shakes you down to the very core of your being. He’s mad.

“You will take what I give you. Filthy fucking slut always getting her way. On the bed, head on the pillows, arms above your head and legs splayed out," he commands. You scramble off the ground to get into the position he wanted on the plush bed.

Harry had to remind himself to breathe in situations like this. Not because he was really that angry about you showing off or trying to kiss him, obviously he loved the attention as well and you both knew it was just to set the other person off. But because of how ethereal you looked. Hair splayed out on the pillow, miles and miles of beautiful bare skin, completely open and vulnerable and his to use. That power trip made his head spin almost as much as yours did.

Stripping himself of his suit, he leaves his white tank top and black briefs on, silver cross necklace dangling between his swallows. Grabbing some velcro straps, handcuffs, and one of his ties, just in case, he makes his way over to you.

“Are you going to listen to me, pet? I’d hate for you to not be able to touch me,” Harry fake pouts, laughing at you when you push your hands and feet deeper into then mattress. Sliding himself between your legs, he leaves a few inches of space between your aching clit and his bulge, your head falling back as you realize what’s about to happen.

Harry lightly moves his fingers down your chest, watching your breathing pick up. Goosebumps follow his movements, but you try your best to fight against arching your back into him. One hand finds a nipple and lightly teases the bud, playing with it using an index finger while his other scratches up and down your sides lightly.

"Because of that little stunt of yours, I think you deserve to be teased, don't you?" Harry rhetorically asks, pinching your nipple harshly at the last words.

You moan out and buck your hips before you’re able to spit out,

"Yes, Sir, whatever you think."

"I quite like the sound of that, whatever I think. Who's in charge here, darling? Why don’t you remind Daddy?"

He stares you directly in the eyes while saying this, a mocking confused look on his face.

“Y-You are, Daddy, you’re always in charge."

“Mm. That’s right. So you’re not just a dumb little plaything after all.”

Not even giving you time to think, Harry slips two fingers into your open mouth, allowing you to start going to work on wetting his fingers.

While you calmed down sucking on his fingers, Harry could barely fucking look at you. Licking his two fingers like your life depended on it, gagging and not even allowing yourself time to breathe before continuing on wetting them. He tests this theory, waiting for you to take a breath in before pinching your nose and pushing down ever so lightly on your tongue with his two fingers. Holding his breath in time with you, he slowly counts to five in his head before releasing your nose and pulling his fingers out of your mouth, allowing you to lick up the line of spit hanging between the two.

“Fuck, so good for me. There’s my doll.”

Gasping and eyes watering, your head chases his fingers for a second before his other hand grabs you by the throat and pushes you into the mattress. His fingers wrap around it almost completely, and you can feel him shaking with need. Eyes rolling into the back of your head as you swallow against him, he smacks you lightly to bring you back.

“Eyes up here. Don’t make me remind you again.”

Removing his hand, he trails down your stomach, scratching lightly on the sensitive skin. When he reaches your inner thigh, he pulls back his hand and slaps the skin, a loud noise filling the room.

Y/N chokes on a gasp and whimpers out,

“Collar, please, collar."

Harry smirks and removes his hand, going through their bag again and coming out with a thick leather collar, a strap attached to it.

Clipping it on the squirming submissive, he slides two fingers into the ring and tugs harshly, thriving off of the angelic noises emanating from his girl.

“‘S that better, puppy? Need to feel owned, huh?” He coos, tightening the leather around your neck.

“Yes, sir,” You exhale, swallowing thickly to feel the pressure against your throat.

“Thought so.” He whispered, letting go of the collar and moving to sit between your legs.

Your breath hitches as he starts lying kisses against your ribs.

“You better keep your hands and legs where they are, Y/N. Don’t make me have to keep you tied up.”

His words are in one ear out the other at this point, attention focusing on the way his lips move when he talks, how his rings send shivers up your thighs and directly into your core.

Harry scoots downwards on the bed, breath fanning against you as you force yourself not to buck up.

“Fuck, baby, you’re absolutely dripping,” Harry groans, tongue ever so lightly poking out to taste you.

“Please Daddy, please, please, I’ll be so good,” You cry out, just wanting to feel him.

He grins up at you, pressing a kiss lightly to the side of your lips, moving outwards to suck a bruise into the juncture of your hip and thigh.

A groan of frustration leaves you as your legs start shaking, clenching around nothing and barely breathing at this point.

A smack against your right ass cheek forces you to inhale, focusing on Harry once more.

“None of that. Tell me, who is in charge?”

“You are.” Another smack lands on you, same placement as before.

“Who decides what you receive?”

“You do, Daddy.” Another. This time on your left side, a whimper escaping as you arch your back into it.

"Your safewords are?"

You are quick to respond, spitting out,

"Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green is good."

"What's your color?"

"Green, so green, please, Daddy, please," you blubber, making Harry shush you softly.

Harry leans forward this time, fingers going into the D ring again. Leaning directly over you, hair falling into your eyes, he whispers, “Who’s my little fucktoy?”

“Fuck, Daddy, I am. Please. I’ll be such a good girl.”

“You will, won’t you? Because Daddy just likes to give in to whatever his babygirl wants, yeah? No, not tonight, baby.”

He gets off of you all of a sudden, standing up and going to sit in the large leather chair in the corner of the room.

You lay there dumbfounded until he says, “Well? Come here and kneel in front of me.”

Rolling off the bed on shaky legs, you crawl over to him, and god help him if that image ever left his mind.

You sit between his legs, hands neatly folded in your lap as you stare directly at his crotch, the outline of him very present.

“Up.” Harry commands, and your eyes snap to his face uncontrollably, your body seeming to answer faster than your brain could.

“Aren’t you just a pretty little puppy? Crawling over to come help your Daddy out, hmm?”

He leans forward, and you think he’s about to kiss you before you feel his spit land on your cheek.

His fingers move the saliva into your mouth, eyes locked on yours as he says, “Well go on, get me out.”

You whimper softly before trailing your hands along his happy trail, snapping the waistband against his skin lightly, before grabbing onto the briefs a and pulling them down his legs. Your mouth drops automatically as his cock pops up and slaps him in the stomach.

Harry had the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Not only was it fucking huge, it was so thick, filled you up to the point where you could see him through your stomach, and fuck did that turn the both of you on. His mushroom tip was a bright red, slightly damp with his precum, and the few veins you loved to lick already popping up.

You looked up at him again, hands massaging his thighs as you asked,

“Can I please suck you off, Daddy?”

“That’s all your good for isn’t it? Let me use that pretty mouth, doll face.”

Your tongue falls out immediately, licking the underside of his head, before taking the tip in your mouth and lightly suckling on it, eyes glued to Harry’s.

“Fuck, princess. Go on, get me all nice and wet for you.”

Your tongue immediately starts to lick him from base to tip, making sure to point your tongue and follow along the bulging veins going up his shaft. You spend extra time giving him the lightest of kitten licks at his top, knowing how mad that drove him.

“Fucking hell, baby. God, Y/N, so fucking good for me,” Harry groans, head leaning back against the chair for support.

His hips start to lightly buck up until your mouth, and you reach your nails up to scratch his laurels, knowing that little bite of pain was only adding fuel to the fire.

He takes your hair in his fist, wrapping it around his knuckles once before pulling you down onto his cock, the gagging noise you made making him that much harder.

“What a good little slut,” He groans, punctuating his words with a thrust into your mouth.

“Arms back,” He orders, and you immediately put your arms behind your back, wrists grabbing your elbows.

You hollow out your cheekbones and Harry just about dies in his chair, hand reaching up to squish your cheeks together even more, feeling himself in your mouth from the outside.

He lets out a guttural moan, the sound going straight to your clit. Your hips buck up to try and get some friction, and Harry notices immediately, pulling you off him. Letting out large pants, you lean forward, eager to have him back in your mouth, but a quick slap to the face stuns you for a few seconds, slightly slipping into that fuzzy space you sometimes get to.

“None of that. Yes?”

“Yes, yes sir, please let me have you, please,” You gasp out spit dripping from your mouth onto your thighs, eyes red rimmed and tear tracks running down your face.

Harry can’t say no to you looking like that. He feeds his tip back to you lightly, only allowing you to take half of him in your mouth.

“Eyes up.” He pauses to wait for you to look at him, a whimper from you sending vibrations through his cock.

“Aren’t you just a gorgeous little puppy for me, hmm? Doing just what Daddy tells her to.”

You whimper loudly around him, thighs shaking as your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Fuck,” Harry laughs. “Are you that desperate to cum that you could get off just from me talking to you?”

You look up at him and nod, knowing he has before.

Before you can even think, Harry has picked you up and sat you on his lap with your back facing him, his cock rubbing against your folds.

“Fuck,” Harry drawls our, “You’re dripping, baby. What a good girl you’ve been so far, letting Daddy do what he wants.”

You can’t help but try and grind against him, head falling onto his chest as you cry out,

“Please Daddy, please fuck me. I’ve been so good, please.”

He reaches an arm around and brings a hand to your throat, holding your neck against him, while the other goes around and splays his hand on your stomach, pinning you to his chest.

This was one of Harry’s favorite positions. You couldn’t do anything but just take what he was giving you, completely give yourself up to him and let him use you.

“Have you? I don’t know about that, moppet.” His left arm trails down your stomach before going down and beginning to lightly play with your clit, tracing the lightest of circles directly on top of it.

“Fuck, thank you daddy, thank you, thank you.” He gasp out, arms gripping the edges of the chair.

He moves his middle finger down to dip into you slightly, collecting your moisture on the tip of his finger and pulling it up to his mouth, licking it clean off. He tilts your head to the side, giving you a filthy open mouthed kiss, all tongue and heavy breathing, Harry feeling as if he’s fucking you with his mouth right now.

All of a sudden, he pinches your clit harshly, a shocked gasp escaping you as he begins rubbing quickly, legs immediately starting to quiver on top of him.

Pulling your neck back farther, he growls into your ear,

“If you want me to even touch you for the rest of the night, you will cum right now. Right fucking now. Cum on my fucking fingers.”

A high pitched moan leaves you as you hopelessly grind down on him, cumming as soon as he says the word. Your chest heaves as he works you through your orgasm.

“There’s my good little slut. Finally following orders, huh?” Harry gasps out, thighs flexing with restraint.

“Yes, sir,” You cry out, feeling his tip press against your entrance.

He lifts you up by your hips before slamming you down onto him, taking him to the hilt.

“Fuck!” You scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you immediately start rocking your hips back and forth, the pressure on your clit almost unbearable.

Harry moves his hand from your throat onto the D ring, fingering the loop and pulling it in time with his thrusts, the pressure making your head swarm and feel as if you’re in a dream.

“Needy girl,” he grits into your ear, fucking up into you at a slow, steady pace.

“Only for you, Daddy,” you cry, turning your head to the side to suck a mark into Harry’s neck.

You feel the vibrations from his moan against your tongue and you whimper slightly, his thrusts starting to fill you up more and more.

“You’re so tight for me, fuck, puppy, all for me, yeah?”

“All for you, God you’re so big,” You moan out, keeping your face in his neck to focus on breathing.

His cock fits so snugly inside of you, it truly feels as if you were made for each other. With another thrust, he hits a spot inside of you the two of you are far too familiar with, a sharp cry ripping itself from your vocal chords as he begins mercilessly fucking up into you.

Pulling the ring forward, Harry forces your eyes to the ceiling, other hand reaching down to rub your clit.

“I’ll show you what a little attention whore deserves. I’ll treat you like the dirty slut you are, only here to please ME, aren’t you? I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, who gets to fuck you like this, til you’re just a dumb little puppy.”

You begin to thrash on him, shaking with the need to come that he releases his grip on your throat to hold you in place against him. In doing so, he presses on your stomach and you scream, crying out and vision going black for a second.

“Fuck, you like that, baby? That I’m so deep inside you can feel me in your little tummy. Reminds you that you’re my cum slut, just wants to be filled by her Daddy.”

“Daddy, please,” You gasp out, hands going around to wrap around his neck, whole body shaking.

“Please can I cum, please, please,” You gasp, unable to do anything but have a vice grip on him while you try not to come.

Harry leans down and bites on your neck, groaning loudly right on your pulse point as he fucks faster into you, hitting your G-spot every single time.

“You’re so fucking tight around me, goddamn babygirl, fuck, cum. Cum right now.”

He slaps your clit harshly, left hand going back to tighten around your throat, tilting your head up and spitting into your mouth. The majority of it ends up on your cheek and you cum.

Fuck, do you cum. Your body feels like it’s not even yours at this point, pleasure flooding every single particle in your body, mind going blank as you loll your head back onto his chest. Your legs shake so much you feel as if you are vibrating head to toe, tits bouncing freely and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.

Harry has never seen you like this, grinding so quickly on his cock, throat tilted back making the most primal of sounds.

He pistons his hips and cums shortly after you, releasing a deep groan into your ear.

Your body goes limp around him, but continuing to clench around him, tiny gasps coming from your parted lips.

Harry pulls his head off the back of the chair and grabs your face to get a good look at you.

Hair messy, mascara everywhere, eyes rolled into the back of your head with spit covering your chin, you looked like an angel.

“Fuck, princess,” Harry moans, thrusting lightly inside of you.

You whimper lightly at his movement and he takes the hint, pulling out. Turning you around to face him, he lifts you up and places you softly on the bed, a cool towel already on the nightstand ready.

He takes his time wiping you down, starting at your face and making his way to your aching pussy, lightly patting the area.

He glances up at your facial expressions, and upon seeing a blissful smile, licks into you, tongue gliding against your walls.

Harry tastes himself on you and groans into you, taking his time making you cum once more, before coming to lay down next to you, wiping his face off.

“What a good girl you were, so good for me, weren’t you Y/N?” He whispers, lightly stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

This was the closest thing to heaven you were ever going to get. You felt like you were on cloud nine, body buzzing with adrenaline and brain feeling like mush. Harry was so good at taking care of you in this state, and that made you want to come to more than anything else.

While Harry lightly kisses your parted lips, cheeks, and forehead, your head nuzzles into his hand, eyes fluttering a little bit.

“Hi sweet girl,” He smiles, eyes full of nothing but adoration and love. He idolized you. He worshipped

you.

“Hi Daddy,” you mumble, pursing your lips for a kiss.

He happily obliges, kissing you very sweetly, knowing you were very sensitive right now.

“Do you need anything? Wanna take a nice warm bath, baby?” Harry asks, nuzzling his nose with yours, his playfulness causing you to finally open your eyes fully.

“Hug?” you mumble, and Harry let’s out all of his air at your simple question.

“Of course, little one. C’mere, we’ll have a nice long snuggle and then we go pee and clean up.”

He pulls you under the covers with him, wrapping his arms fully around you so you’re being pushed against his chest, his head resting on yours.

You kiss lightly along his neck, just trying to calm down from what just happened.

“How you feeling, lover? Awfully quiet in m’ arms,” Harry questions, kissing the top of your head and adjusting you to look up at him.

“So good. Just a lot. I’m sorry for doing that tonight. Just wanted you.” You mumble, fingers playing with your hair.

“Hey, none of that, it’s okay Y/N. I was trying to rile you up too. Why’d I wear one of my suits out on a night off?”

Your nose scrunches and you bite his pec lightly, Harry releases a loud laugh at this.

The two of you lay there just holding each other for quite a bit before you mumble out,

“Bath time?”

Harry smiles at you, kissing your forehead for a few seconds.

“‘Course. Let’s go hop in.”

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A/N ahhhhh okay hi i’m lana this is my first tumblr smut kinda thing, i hope you like it !!! i’m super new to this so please be patient, but i’d love some requests !!! long fics, one shots, blurbs, i’m down for it all. also love mgg, criminal minds, and a whole lotta other fandoms so i’m opening to writing those too.