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tonycries · 8 months ago

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FEVER FEVER FEVER

Synopsis. Sèx pollen - it’s never felt so good.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sèx pollen, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, creampíes, bréeding, making them whímper, oraI (fem), true form Sukuna, Sukuna’s two mouths, ínappropríate use of jujutsu, 7:3 technique, GOJO’S POWERS, matíng presses, overstím, bóndage, first times (Choso), losing control, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Can you guess the title reference heheh?

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - WICKED!

Toji Fushiguro swears he isn’t affected - he swears that stupid, stray technique didn’t actually hit him when finishing off today’s job.

After all, it’s not like he’s some weak, pathetically needy-

“Please, doll.” Toji gasps - he heaves - hot and heavy between your pretty legs. Letting his roughened tongue slide its pathway across that perky scar sitting right on the edge of his white-glossed lip, re-tasting you. Himself. And he can feel the way his overworked tip twitches at that cute wide-eyed gaze of yours, mouth dropping at him begging. “Don’t make me ah- say any of that s-stupid stuff again.”

You huff out a low bout of teasing laughter that makes him flinch, “Hmm, but I don’t think I heard you properly, baby?”

God, he wished he couldn’t smell your sweet saccharine scent fogging up his mind, he wished the mere sound of your honeyed tone didn’t have him gushing out in another sweltering hot wave. Growling, “W-when this is over I swear—”

“Time’s ticking…”

Damn.

“P-please-” The word comes out strangled - pained. “Can I p-put it back inside, ma?”

It’s a beg - a plea.

One that has Toji’s ears flushing an angry red, and his eyes looking up at you tearily in a way that uttered he’d die right now if he didn’t get another taste of your heavenly cunt.

You can barely even start to let your head shake with a nod before a choked-up groan bursts from Toji’s wobbly lips. And he’s flipping you over with one simple push of his large, strong arms attached roughly onto your hips. Pushing your pliantly face into the soft, silken pillows on all fours like he couldn’t bear hearing any more of those sweet sounds of yours. For the sake of his sanity.

“Yes-” he gasps, digits curling around his thick hilt to guide them into a pretty peck against your cunt. “Yes yes yes yes- finally- ah finally-”

He’s drooling. Still so greedy even after hours now.

Swollen cock so rawly red and angry, he’s splattering out freshly translucent swashes of precum against your puckered hole. Creamy and drizzled with rings of cum from just before that he hadn’t been able to lap up mere moments earlier.

Toji couldn’t get enough- he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t think it’s even physically possible.

“Can’t believe what ya d-do to me-” His words are hushed, unsteady - like they were on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Pressing a lingering trail of kisses down your arched spine, he gulps in your heady pheromones. “-oh, s’not even that fucking p-pollen, ya have no fuckin’ idea.”

But ah he gets even harder at your scent. Shuddering out a heavy groan, every powerful limb of Toji’s utterly loosening at the way your toasty cunt was hugging him so tightly all over again. You’re being massaged against his mouth-watering abs when he pushes even further in-

“Where the fuck do you think you’re g-going, huh?”

It takes you a few cockdrunken seconds to realize that this is Toji talking to you - deep baritone a few octaves higher, cracking ever-so-slightly at the end in a way you’d never even imagined before. And a few more to recognize that you’d been clawing at the rickety headboard, jittery hips sneaking mere inches away from his ruthless size.

You’re gasping, letting go immediately. “I-I didn’t mean- you’re just so big, Toji.”

And, truly, he was.

There’s so much of him.

You didn’t know whether it was the sex pollen that had him fitting out the snug inches of his girth so massively bigger than usual. Strawberry tip red and painting your puffy pussy lips to be dripping wet, it seemed like just the tiniest piston has his rotund head spreading open your taut insides.

Has Toji’s head reeling. Has him getting angry at the slightly melty recoil that had his bawling tip parting from your insides for a split-second.

Addicted.

But this makes Toji hiss, it makes his strong arms wrap around your waist in a vice-like bodylock. Eyes crinkling with watery beads of tears, he catches your lips in a filthy, filthy kiss. “No- don’t fuckin- you can fucking take it- want it- need it, ma, please- think m’gonna die without ya-”

Gripping harshly onto your hips to slam into the very depths of your pussy, he’s feeding your sopping slit with every his girthy inch. All the way until his hefty balls kiss wetly up against your ass.

THUD!

“Oh shit-” your voice quivers, eyeing the sagging end of the bed. “Toji, you broke the-”

But that didn’t matter to Toji. Why would it?

SLAM!

In fact, it’s the fucking last thing he could think about before swiftly maneuvering your body to press against the fucking floor with a strained gruff.

And in a split-second, something muscular and weighty is being pressed onto the back of your head. You gasp when you realize that it’s Toji’s foot, angling his gyrating hips perfectly right to swipe an oozing glide of wispy precum down your battered g-spot.

He’s panting - heaving out, “Heh, s-spread ‘em-” Frantically kneeing apart your limp legs wider, “oh, yeah tha’s it. Shhh sh sh-” You didn’t know whether Toji was trying to soothe you or his greedy self. “Take this f-fuckin’ cock f’me, alright?”

Splaying out one palm midway down your stomach to massage and feel for his riotous nudge, exactly where he could feel himself ramming in for the nth time. Over and over-

Hmm…maybe this sex pollen wasn’t too bad.

“W-what?” You’re whirling your bleary gaze over your shoulder to sputter and Toji registers that his drunken mouth has accidentally babbled out loud.

But the only response you mercifully get is Toji spooning his fingers down to swirl over your neglected clit. A sleazy grin smearing all over his face at the way his thick digits slip and slide from how coated your sensitive nub was with his seed.

“M’jus’ s-sayin, ma-” he grins, and you feel his tight, cum-filled balls thwack! thwack! thwack! against your overstuffed cunt even harder. More wickedly. “This sex pollen’s making me a bit…hungry again.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - 7:3

“M-my love-” Nanami hisses through a wince at the way his rich baritone was breaking pathetically - hoarse, choked-up. He’s never felt this way. Never. “J-jus’ one more?”

Never been so greedy. So horny.

Like he’d die if he doesn’t paint your pretty pussy white.

And if the way your husband had you folded into a mean mess of a mating press wasn’t enough to agree, he’s planting a pretty peck right against the battered bullseye of your g-spot with his swollen tip. Hard.

The spongy cushion making him collapse onto his elbows with a groan, repeating his same, syrupy mantra. “Please o-one more-”

Nanami’s stamina was incredible by itself but now?

Now it had you blinking back your sobbing tears, swiping away the sweat-dampened strands of blond from his face with a trembly hand, “Only one more?”

Oh, Nanami’s voice opens to agree, his lips crack open to repeat them- those words barely babbling out of his loose mouth before your clingy walls suddenly give him a tempting squeeze. And any and all rational thought is sucked thoroughly out of him-

“I-I don’t know-” he’s breathing out, letting his head fall into the safety of the crook of your neck. Hips still stuttering forwards to spearhead into your gummy depths. Mindlessly. He could feel the drippingly wet slosh of his cum coating his shaft. Drinking in your sweet, sweet scent, “Don’t- don’t know why this is happening. Don’t know if it’s ‘nough- don’t hngh- know if it’ll ever be. J-jus’ want you a pretty m-momma, darling.”

And it’s all that he’s been thinking about for the whole day now.

Right from the very second he’d been hit with a special grade technique during a mission, to the moment that Nanami had stormed up to your apartment and taken you right then and there on the living room floor.

Hours ago.

“P-please-”

Nanami doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but it’s just about all that he can sputter out like a little prayer.

However, you do, apparently. Flashing him a cockdrunken smile that makes his breath hitch, and his tip bawl out a new velvety wave of precum that splatters against the ends of your cervix. You hum, “Mhm- o-one more, Ken–”

Immediately being shut up by a sudden slam! into your sweetest spots, he’s rutting in so deep, so thoroughly that you’re left deliriously wondering whether the circumference of his girth would be left indented onto your melty walls. Again. And again and again and- shit, was he using his jujutsu?

Was he even in control?

“Can’t stop- can’t stop can’t stop- I-it’s like-” Jackhammering pound after angry pound so hard that you’re being pushed further and further up the floor. “You’re too good to me- no!” he cries, accidentally sliding out from between your glossy folds to smack! smack! smack! his furiously reddened cock down the splatters of seed that drip down from your slit. Twitching until he bullies back in- “-promise m’gonna m-make it up to ya- hah- promise m’not gonna miss.”

And then he’s letting your unsteady fingers clutch tightly around the silky fabric of that yellow, speckled work tie that he hadn’t even bothered removing. “H-hold onto this- hold- in case I get too…”

“Ken-” you hiss, feeling the cold circumference of Nanami’s wedding ring prod at your clit. So full you have the distinct thought that you could almost explode. “M’not s-sure if it’ll fit though-”

But Nanami didn’t want that - couldn’t even bear the thought-

“W-won’t fit?” Nanami shudders, eyes wide. “It won’t…won’t fit?”

Sounding so devastated.

Cracking a low whine at the very back of his throat when he immediately flinches away - spreading out his rounded fingers across your stomach to press. He coats his warm cock with a sudden gleam of cum eagerly, “S’this o-okay now? Will- will it fit, my love?”

And it’s so, so filthy.

You’re mewling like such a slut, “Yes- yes yes yes yes- m-more-”

Nanami was practically burning up, heaving for air. His feverish pleas panting out condensely against your face.

“Gonna fill this ngh- cute cunt up until she’s overspilling.” Rummaging his dick inside your gooey cunt dangerously accurately, grazing up the thumping pace of his veins down the crevices of all your sensitive spots. Even hidden ones. “Have you all round and ah- glowing with my kid.” Uncharacteristically leaving a sodden swat! at your plump clit to watch your gush out in another creamy ring. “Can’t rest- can’t fuckin’ stop until I do. Feels like m’burning.”

Your fingers wrap even more desperately around his tie, pulling - hauling.

Yes, he gulps. This is what he wanted - what he needed. What the pollen was begging him for.

His lips leer down to glissade wetly across your own, not even a kiss because he could barely even manage one. Unable to even raise his droopy eyes to meet your stare, “-hah- what do you want- t-tell me what you want, my wife.”

Your own lips quiver. “I-I want two babies, Ken-”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

When Nanami was out of control, he was unrecognizable.

Hips slamming against yours in a few more sloppy strokes, before filling up every empty space with hot pumps of his seed. Voluminous. It’s spurting against your walls with a wet thwack! and not even your hand around his tie makes him slow down.

The air crackles with a few more sparks of jujutsu - except Nanami couldn’t control it. Couldn’t grasp the way even with his technique, he was so drunk on your pussy that his cock was just barely drawing wet glides of cum down your g-spot. Almost missing.

Making him malfunction his cursed technique.

Yet, the only thing you can register is when your own orgasm hits, white-hot tingles flashing down your spine. Toes curling, pulse thundering so loudly in your ears that you almost miss-

“O-one…just one more, my love?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - (Un)affected

“I don’t…I don’t-”

Now, Geto Suguru had absolutely zero idea what he was about to babble away - maybe that he wasn’t affected by that sex pollen curse he’d swallowed, maybe that he wasn’t losing a slight bit of his sanity with every feverish drag of his fingers down his painfully hard cock.

“-don’t need anythin’ but your hngh- pretty face, gorgeous. Help out your leader, would ya?”

And oh, you looked like such a dream below him - with your glassy eyes blinking up at him, tongue darted out so obscenely to catch the stray splatters of his aphrodisiac-like precum. Pearly, winking beads that drip! drip! drip! down his visibly throbbing length.

His beautiful second-in-command.

And he was so ruined.

Sounding so pathetic when he whispers, scared at the way he knew his words would crack pathetically at the very end. “B-bring yerself closer, no need to be hah- shy- let me- let me…please.”

But he looked so pretty above you.

Splayed out in such a messy way on the throne for the association leader, dark brows knitted, sweat trickling in glistening rivulets down his forehead. Strands of Geto’s long, dark hair stick to his forehead when he smacks your pouty lips with his angry cock until they’re rubbed raw.

“Wan’ you to cum, Sugu–” you’re batting your lashes in a way that makes his swollen cock twitch in his hands. Smearing your palms up and down the creamy skin of his muscular, manspread thighs, “-cum on my face, please?”

Fuck, he was so unfairly sensitive right now that just the singular gust of your words hitting his cock made Geto’s abs ripple. Make his entire body wrack with shudder after shudder as his weepy tip spits out a translucent few beads of precum.

“S-such a naughty mouth.” he’s hissing, trying for the life of him to not act like the simplest glide of your palms had Geto fighting back his high already. “Better be ah- careful. Can’t talk like that n’ not end up s-stuffed full, honey–”

It’s a warning.

For both of you.

Geto’s finding his roughened digits fly down faster and faster his length, squeezing ever-so-slightly harder near his mushroom slit.

You whine, “But I want that, Sugu.”

You little minx. You evil, evil little-

And he can’t fucking stop the way his hefty balls clench - painfully, obscenely, sluttily in a way that has the pinkish divot at the very end of his cock spurt out in a ribbon of steaming hot seed.

You’re closing your eyes, waiting for more- but Geto has other plans.

Plans that have him swiping over the thick pad of his thumb to press down hard at the very ruby head of his erection, choking back a slew of swears when he wavers off his orgasm for just a second. Just long enough to drag you upwards with one free hand attaching to your waist.

Up, up, up-

“Sit on m-my cock, gorgeous-” he’s spitting, wet and panted against your lips. Dizzying. You gasp at the sodden drag of Geto’s bawling tip down your pre-soaked pussy lips, meshing in a wet, wet French kiss. “-c’mon. Ride me. Ride me please- m’burning up.”

And it was the only opportunity you’d get to hear the dangerous Geto Suguru whine, to see him blink his long, teary lashes up at you when you sink your drooling cunt down his girth just an inch.

He was so warm splitting you open.

So steaming hot when your tight pussy floods with string wads of cum, such a mind-numbing orgasm that Geto can feel it before he even registers it. One that has his toes curling, his arms locking around your waist to fuck up into you like he hates you.

“D-don’t get it twisted m’early because of the ah- p-pollen.” he groans, back muscles flexing with every perfect curved arch upwards into your greedy hips. The wet thwack! of skin-on-skin resounds throughout the tatami room and makes Geto drool. Unable to even spell out coherent sentences right now - well, not until he feels your sloppy hips slow down just a tad.

“Sugu- m’tired.”

Truly, his stamina was too much.

Swat! His fingers leave branding little imprints, before roughly attaching to pinch your pulsing clit, “Work on it, gorgeous- tha’s an order. Because m’not hngh- anywhere near done. Jus’ milk me- milk me dry…oh, yeah let that pretty pussy have her fun-”

“O-oh fuck fuck fuck-” You clutch precariously at the mahogany woodwork of his chair, thighs aching with the sheer effort to try and bounce your drippingly wet pussy down onto his rudely jostling cock. “-there’s so much- ah- can feel it drippin’ down my thighs-”

“Sh-shut up.” Geto’s managing to get out through grit teeth, planting another unabashed smack on your cunt simply to prove his point. Begging, “God, please- mercy-”

Because your honeyed tone is so sweet, your words so filthy that they have him spurting out a few more fatigued rivers of cum.

Rasping out the tiniest of whimpers with each of your damp bounces, he makes you work. “O-open that mouth.” And you listen - of course, you do - letting those pretty, spit-glossed lips fall open into a soft ah! All so perfect for him to spit- the taste makes you hot. Burning, like an aphrodisiac. And now you’re feeling dizzy. “Bein’ way too talkative f-for a ngh- second-in-command. Aren’t ya?”

And obviously you don’t point out the slight drizzle of drool that makes its way down the corner of his coral pink lips, obviously you don’t point out just how hot and heavy he was swirling lewdly inside your walls. Stretching you out to the max - still so hard despite cumming for the nth time already.

No, instead, you smile drunkenly. “Why? D-does it affect you, sir?”

Smack!

“Sh-shut up n’ keep riding me, gorgeous.” And you could’ve sworn that Geto’s voice broke.

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Bed chem.

Choso was ruined. Absolutely fucked out…and he was so pathetically embarrassed about it.

Unable to wrangle the teary ah! ah! ah! ripping from the very depths of his throat every time your drenched cunt was dragging down his sensitive shaft. Still clothed, still glissading along his thumping veins teasingly - but he felt like he could cum already.

“P-please, baby-” The thick pads of his jittery fingers find their way to the edges of your soaked underwear, hooking inside ever-so-slightly - and the tiniest sneak peek of your puffy pussy lips makes him gulp. “-please I feel like m’gonna hah- die without ya.”

“But, Cho—” And that nickname in your sweetened tone is enough for him to buck right off the silken sheets. “-how am I supposed to help you with the pollen, otherwise? M’jus’ being a good friend.”

You wanted him to say it.

You wanted your best friend to beg.

“I-I…”

And oh, he trails off - because you’re helping him slide your sticky panties just enough down your thighs. Flashing him such a dangerous smile right as you watch Choso’s mouth drop, dark brows scrunching together when he heaves out a moan.

“I d-don’t know, baby- I don’t- I don’t know-” And he felt like he was burning, he felt his melty mind getting dizzier by the minute as your slobbering cunt drags in determined gyrations against him faster. Swollen folds spreading to coat the pattern of his throbbing veins in a gleaming sheen. Humping so ferally. “B-but you smell so good and f-feel so oh- all I want is…”

You don’t get to hear the rest of his sentence.

Within a split-second, your panties are left in tiny tatters for him to breathe in. Filthily.

Drinking in his fill before he has one pinning both your wrists behind your back. The other plugging into your cunt to circle a slow swivel enough for him to bully inside-

Heaven. He was in heaven.

“This. This is what it oh- feels like? This is a-all I want-” he’s hiccuping, voice breaking into such a pretty whine every time his raw cock is tapping against the softest areas of your gummy walls. “-to fuck my p-pretty best friend. All I’ve ever wanted- S’my first ngh- time, y’know?”

You’re fluttering your eyes back open to bore down at Choso’s fucked-out expression. “S’your first time? Wh-why didn’t you ah- tell me, Cho?”

And maybe because he was embarrassed, maybe because all it takes is a single clench of your saturated cunt around his girthy shaft for him to shoot out a few wisps of cum. Half-orgasming already.

But Choso only plants his powerful thighs flat on the mattress to pressurize his slow drills upwards.

Tentative, almost. As if he wasn’t utterly rummaging your insides, poking at your glossy cervix with sopping wet glides of his fat cock, stretching out your taut channel to massage spots you didn’t even know existed.

The pollen had him greedier than ever.

“Mhmm– because th-there’s no one else f’me.” His lower lip wobbles cutely, dewy eyes drooping to an almost closed state with every drag of his cock down your elastic walls. Filthy. Feverish. “S’jus’ for a bit- just- hah- just for the pollen, remember?”

Oh, right. You’re shuffling your hands precariously onto Choso’s bulging pecs to determine your grinds even more thoroughly. Pound after pound that left your ass stinging with impact. It was so hypnotic that you’d almost forgotten about the entire reason you were…helping in the first place.

You fingers bully between his plump lips, muttering, “Open f’me, Cho?”

And of course Choso would do anything you command in a heartbeat. Anything. The only thing on his mind when he lets his mouth fall slack - just in time for your syrupy stream of spit. Hitting right onto the middle of his tastebuds, swallowing.

So heady that he half-wonders whether you were the cause of the sex pollen itself.

Holding back a few strained pleas for mercy, he’s placing a wet line of pecks down the side of your teary cheeks- shit, when did you even start crying? Choso can’t help but let his pinkish tongue loll out to lick a languid stripe up those salty dredges, groaning.

“Just for the p-pollen and…”

“And what?” you’re crying out, feeling one set of his ringed fingers curl deftly around the nub of your clit. Swiping a wet drag of his rotund pads down the very sensitive edges of the hood, it makes your thighs shiver down even faster to meet Choso’s addicted pace.

“And then…”

In a split-second, you’re being flipped over so meanly. Splayed out like such a slut on the plush mattress when Choso drags your limp legs up onto the curves of his deltoids, abs flexing and rubbing up against your ass when he folds in half down, down, down into the meanest mating press you’ve never thought possible.

Choso’s gleamingly sharp canines sink into your ear lobe, breath feverishly hot against your ear. In fact, all of him was absolutely burning right now. Heaving. “-then m’gonna hngh- marry you.” Spitting into your open mouth - broken. Desperate. “F-fuck the talking stage, fuck dating- m’gonna wife you up.” You feel his hips get sloppier and sloppier, spearheading Choso’s fat cock to the very bruised bottom of your pussy. “Shit- gonna propose. Be my wife- the mother of my kids. Breed this cunt- Let me please- ngh- please by my wife.”

Maybe it was the sex pollen that had him babbling so much, maybe it was you.

But either way - Choso doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a shit when you’re opening your lips enough to mumble, “I-I do- Cho.”

His best friend. Enough to make him rut up into you wildly like an animal. Clashing his wet tip over and over in sopping slides down your g-spot. Again. And again and-

And the only answer is Choso’s whimper, “A-and please…can your h-husband cum inside, baby?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Mouthy?!

Sukuna’s hooking two of his fingers into the corner of his mouth - his other mouth. A wide, ravenous smile. Larger, greedier, positioned right underneath your shamefully spread cunt. “Move that damn hand before I hafta do it myself, woman.”

And oh he sounded so impatient - so utterly strained like just a few seconds longer would have Ryomen Sukuna rampaging.

Your entire body burns with embarrassment, jittery legs almost coming to a close at the feverish pant of his second mouth. Drooling, ravenously condensing out little droplets of saliva that splatter onto your quivering hole like a blank canvas.

“B-but are you sure, Kuna?” you’re whimpering, biting back tiny gasps at the way his tongue drags its sodden taste-buds along where you were straddling him with your sheeny inner thighs. Face sitting but…not quite. “Y-you’re that needy?”

Oh.

Oh, you should’ve known better than to accuse the infamous King of Curses of being needy - no matter how utterly true it was right about now.

Sukuna didn’t know what potion Uraume had accidentally knocked into his last meal, but it had him so ruined. He couldn’t even breathe without all the blood in his towering body rushing straight into his painfully swollen cocks, couldn’t even think without feeling like his veins were boiling with the sudden greed to taste you.

Because Sukuna might have had his meal…but he was still starving. In a way he didn’t even know before rolling his tongue past your glossy folds.

And he was chuckling out a dangerous bout of rumbling laughter that makes your lower lip wobble, “Don’t fuckin’ call me n-needy. M’jus-” Addicted? Hypnotized? Battling with the feeling that he’ll die without your pretty pussy? Deep voice petering out when he couldn’t even begin to justify the way that Sukuna was dragging his lolling tongue down your sodden folds, twirling the very pointed tip over the hood of your clit. “-fuck- I don’t need to give you an explanation, p-puny human. Just ride me.”

That’s all the answer you’re getting before he hunches over - long tongue tunneling even deeper around your melty walls and Sukuna was drooling. Smacking many, many wet kisses.

He’s throwing his head back into the decadently royal pillows with a slight, cracking whimper at the sweet, sweet taste of you on his tongue. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course. Swivelling wetly so that every single bead of your juices drip its silky way into his widely opened mouth. “Jus’ need a taste- just one taste.”

Your juices were like nectar, making the pollen rush.

“C-can you even taste like this, Kuna–?” your voice comes out in tiny whines. Positioning your shivery hands on either side of his shoulders to steady your legs - it just felt so unbearably good.

Swat!

And even with his thick, calloused fingertips, it felt like Sukuna was putting in twice the strength to plant a branding smack onto the curve of your jiggling ass. “Silly girl, of course I can taste this pretty cunt of yours-” Smoothing over the raised digits, and bearing you with such a sleazy grin. “-askin’ soo many q-questions, huh?”

“But-”

Smack!

“Shh, why don’t we let her speak for a second, now- hm?”

Silencing down his own grunts until all that resounds in the chamber are those sloshing squelches of your cunt dragging back and forth Sukuna’s monstrous tongue. The sounds of his wet muscle gyrating in and out hotly - it was almost burning.

“Heh, real talkative this one is, too.” he’s snickering. Two of his arms attaching roughly onto your trembly hips, and a third covering your sagging mouth. “-why dontcha hngh- play with this pretty cunt of yours a lil’, brat? Make her all nice n’ even wetter f’me to taste?”

And it’s all you can do to dance one hand down to run over your poorly neglected clit, toying with that nub just the way you liked - and the way Sukuna liked, too. If the way his mouth - both his mouths - were smiling told you anything.

Yet, he wanted more.

“Fuck- fuck, wait.” And Sukuna smacks! away your hand with his free one - he couldn’t even last a few minutes with anyone other than himself staking a slutty claim on your cunt. “Let- let me.” Every roll of his tongue goes hand-in-hand with the meanest little drag of his fat thumb down your clit. At your surprised yelp, “Shut up and ride it.”

You’re clenching your teeth, bouncing your thighs up and down to glissade a ride everywhere from the ridges of Sukuna’s defined abs to the edges of his slurping tongue.

“Heheh yeah-” he’s giggling - giggling. Drunk on you and your ravenous hips, you were moving against him so filthy at this point and he almost feels himself - the king of curses - blush. Head lolling backwards but eyeing down to watch how spearheaded you were on his tongue, surging in and out in wet sloshes to fuck your pretty cunt open on him. “Clenchin’ around me so tight- looks like you’re gonna cum, hm?”

“I-I am…so close, Kuna-”

“Don’ needa tell me- this cunt is speaking ‘nough for the both of ya. Right about-” Your eyes spark with sudden stars as he leaves another sudden smack! on your ass, your clit, and then one on your thigh. Before pulling- hauling- “-now.”

And the very moment you feel that build-up within your stomach snap - gushing out in wet wave after wave of your orgasm. All you can do is grab on helplessly to the- the headboard?

Blinking open your bleary eyes to realize that you were sitting on Sukuna’s mouth. His actual mouth. Cracked wide open for him to lap up every single bead and splatter of your squirting.

Such a filthy mess.

“There we go-” he’s groaning, eyes falling half-lidded. And through the corner of your eye, you catch the way his second mouth licks its lips devilishly. “-now I’m almost full.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - “D-do you hate me?”

“What?” you’re blinking down at your dear boyfriend. “Of course not, Toru-”

“Then, y-you really think this will hold me back, sweetheart?”

The words are barely out of Gojo’s mouth before he already knows that they’re bluffs, already knows that the strongest is powerless against those thick black blindfolds restraining his wrists to the bedposts - and you.

You, you, you-

With your trembly legs straddling his lap, hovering your cunt just above his strawberry blushed head so deliciously. Your sodden pussy lips slobbering all the way down his length in a way that Gojo finds dizzying. He just can’t help but tug-

“Now now, I said no pulling.” Your honeyed tone makes his fat tip twitch despite the way it was dripping with a filthy warning. “Jus’ the tip, Toru. Remember?”

Right…not.

“Yes yes yes yes-” Gojo gasps wetly, feet planting on either side of the mattress to buck up and push. To smear a pretty peck right past your folds and against that tight ring of muscle, hot. And, shit, maybe it was that fucking pollen but Gojo whimpers, how he wished he could touch you. “-jus’ the tip. The tip hngh- please jus’ take me I don’t even c-care.”

But he did.

Oh, how much Gojo cared ever since he’d let himself be hit by that weak sex pollen jujutsu as a joke.

Never expecting to end up babbling thoroughly pussydrunkenly like this, to have his twitchy cock sinking in a mere inch into your melty walls and feeling like he was about to burst.

“You say that but this is way more than ‘just the tip’, Toru–”

And Gojo can’t help but look, to snap his teary eyes downwards and drink in the way your puffed-up pussy lips were bulging all around his thick cock. Just barely past his sensitive slit, he could catch that thumping pulse at your cunt like you wanted to milk something delicious.

“A-are ya sure, pretty?” he’s snickering, gripping on tightly to use the lewd leverage of his ties to rut up, up, up- “Doesn’t l-look like hngh- s’enough to me.”

Shit.

He can’t help the way his prattling mouth sags open when your tight cunt swallows up another greedy inch. And if any of you two had been in a slightly less delirious state of mind, then you’d have noticed the way the dim bedroom lighting flickers, the way your bed shifts.

Keening at the slight thickening where his hilt was fatter, spearheading your taut pussy so open. It’s like his prominent veins were throb throb throbbing to massage forbidden sweet spots that you didn’t even know existed.

You’re taking a few sloppy seconds to find your voice, gathering up every shred of will in your body to make sure it doesn’t break. “D-don’t act like you’re hah- forgiven for g-getting yourself into this mess, baby-”

Ah, Gojo practically purrs underneath you. “Jus’ feel like m’gonna d-die without ya-” Bed creaking when he riotously thrusts upwards to match your tantalizing pace with a much sloppier one of his own. That smack-on-smack after every pound music to his ears - but not enough. “But, if you let m-me outta these ngh– ties then maybe I could-”

“Toru…”

Oh, he was in trouble.

But that angry scoff on your pretty features only had Gojo moaning, gulping in desperate heavals of your scented pheromones. Dizzying.

“Satoru.”

Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, Gojo was out of control.

Head throwing back at your voice, lips gasping. Furiously ramming upwards into you with every ounce of strength he had - and Gojo could feel his limbs weaken, his bones ache with fatigue but he needed more.

Maybe it was the pollen, probably it was him.

Burning for it.

“Aww don’ be like that. J-just the tip- just the tip-” he’s hiccuping out, eyes rearing almost half-closed. Sweat drips down the middle of his spine, your slick smears down in a wet gush onto his tufts of white when your pussy lips kiss his toned pelvis. Way past the tip but Gojo couldn’t stop- “-a little more-” Pushing mindlessly deeper, “-the tip- fuck you can take it- jus ah-” Wouldn’t stop. Can’t stop.

“Toru-” your words pitch into something pathetically whiny now. “-m’so close…”

He already knew

Of course, he already knew. His six eyes could catch that extra wad of drool coating your inner walls, the way your rapid pulse was probing even louder against his overwhelmed cock. Almost painfully.

“Mhm– I know I know-” he gasps, ripping out a guttural moan when you’re craning over your pretty self to lick a path down the side of that sliver of drool at his mouth. “-cum f’me then- cum- hngh- cum on my cock, please?”

“I should hah- leave you right now, for lying about j-just the tip.”

But who was Gojo Satoru against you?

The slight threat only just leaves your glossed lips before he feels a stubborn pricking behind his eyes. Fuck, what a spectacle this would be to anyone right now. Big, bulbous tears crinkling down the side of his cheeks, Gojo bats his wet lashes innocently up at you. “Please?”

And with a shudder, you’re cumming - crashing headfirst into your orgasm.

Fuck, you’re wondering whether this curse was contagious with how strong those waves of your high are. Peak after peak and only much, much later do you realize that Gojo’s already ripped straight through his restraints.

Left as mere tatters by the pillow when he latches on roughly to your waist and pounds up his drilling rams, over and over to target your poor, bruised g-spot. Fucking you through your high, vision swimming, lights exploding-

And Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s cumming until he’s managing to crack his glowing eyes open to bore down at the milky ring of white painting around his thick hilt. Gasping in wonderment, he’s running a singular digit down the glossy puddle - before popping it into his mouth. Sucking.

“Sweetheart…would you h-hate me if I said I’m ah- still feeling the sex pollen?”

“...”

A/N. Hope you lovelies have a great dayyyy <3

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OPERATION CINDERELLA-SABOTAGE [SAVANACLAW]

in which he rescues you from your very short-lived wedding.

SUMMARY: due to a massive misunderstanding, a prince from royal sword academy is set to wed you at sunset. thankfully, your un-princely crush is here to save the day and crash this lovely wedding.

PAIRINGS: everyone x fem reader (separately)

WARNINGS: they're being a bit dramatic, characters are 18+, slightly suggestive (leona and ruggie), leona lifts you up bc he's a big man like that,

NOTES: this is echoes the ghost bride event, but listening to this prompted me to write out this scenario instead. i made this for shits and giggles, so have fun with this self-indulgent fic ofmine writing for savanaclaw was pretty funny tho

There was no way you would be able to say 'no' now, not when there were hundreds of Royal Sword Academy students and even more members of a random royal family whose last names you cannot recall waiting outside that door. Aside from a completely oblivious Neige and Che'nya who was nowhere to be found, there was no one you could really ask for help to get you out of this mess.

You turn to your supposed betrothed with frantic eyes, shaking your head wildly. "I already told you, I'm not the one you danced with at the ball!" Your hisses fell on deaf ears. That damned prince from Royal Sword Academy was too busy making the 'goo-goo' eyes at you to even register what you were saying.

"I just happened to have the same shoe-size!"

Damn it, why did you have to agree to fitting some missing girl's shoe?!

Pierce Charmant, possibly the most delusional guy you have ever met in Twisted Wonderland, clung onto your calf with a stubborn expression. He had no intentions of letting you go, and neither did his five other guards that had blocked your way.

"You have to be her!"

"You don't even know my name!"

You were really counting on Grim to get someone, anyone, to stop this wedding. Yet, as you are walked down the aisle by the fair Neige, you are already planning out a divorce settlement plan. Based on the number of guests here, who had filled this entire venue from top to bottom, you would have guessed that this prince was rather rich. If it was to be an unhappy marriage, at least your wallet would be more than compensated.

You managed to convince this prince to send invitations to Night Raven College, but that didn't matter. He was so excited and in a hurry to marry, that your friends barely had any time to rescue you! There must have been so much traffic with the mirrors that they couldn't even use them! There was just no way that they'd make it in time now.

And so you consign yourself to readying some divorce papers within the next few weeks, and planning out how to avoid any more interactions with this guy while you were married.

You stood at the chapel's base, your expression exasperated than ever as you kept darting your gaze to the door. You've already tripped over the aisle a few times, fumbled the scripted vows, and even called for a bathroom break or two to stall.

And now comes the big moment that you were so desperately trying to avoid.

"Would you, Pierce Charmant, take the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The prince smiles so sickly sweet, and its the look of a man who won't change his mind.

"I do."

You grimace as the officiant faces you, just as blind to your annoyed expression.

"Would you, the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, take Pierce Charmant as you lawfully wedded husband?" They didn't even use your name!

You pause, the image of your crush flashing before your eyes.

You would never see him again if you let yourself get married. Defiance returns to your face as you suck in a deep breath, ready to deal with the consequences of rejecting this delusional prince in front of hundreds of people.

"I—"

"I object!"

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

"What have you gotten yourself into this time, herbivore? How bothersome. You had better be prepared to kiss the ground I walk on as soon as I grab you from the altar. You owe me for this, big time. Don't even think about lumping me in with the same lot as Ashengrotto. I suppose I'll have to retell you this as soon as I get you out of there... Damn it, the prefect couldn't pick up the goddamn phone for the fifteenth time. Park the car, Ruggie. I'm going in."

Imagine Leona's irritation when he has Grim tugging at his tail blubbering nonsense about you and a wedding. He really thought it was some stupid ploy to have him attend class or some arrangement until he heard Malleus expressing his concerns a couple rooms away.

Because what do you mean the herbivore is getting hitched into a royal family?! You sure that we are talking about the same magicless prefect with literally no credentials or documentation?

It's enough to have the beastman get up and deal with the issue himself. Consider yourself a lucky prefect since he is personally driving his way to the venue to pluck you from Prince Whatever's clutches.

Did he think the plan through? Not really. Leona is a prince himself from the Sunset Savannah, and he can easily abuse that status for issues like these. It should be easy. All he had to do was go in, and get you out, right? Right?

That being said, was it really necessary to dress for the occasion? He would have happily went in with his uniform, but Ruggie seemed to have insisted because no one would take him seriously if he came in looking like a bum! Hair tied back and donning a suit, he can easily pass as a prince charming if he tried. Still, he knows that you wouldn't expect him to be a white knight. You knew him too well to think him to be one.

Kicking down the doors of the chapel, everyone's eyes flew to Leona with mild shock and surprise. The second prince from the Sunset Savannah? What business could he possibly have here? Of course, that business would be no other than you who had gasped at the sight of the beastman, dressed to the nines as if he were the groom himself.

It takes everything in Leona's power to hold back his exasperated sigh when his eyes land on you. No wonder Pierce Charmant fell in love at first sight, you looked like an absolute dream. The longer he stared at you, the easier it was to forget that he had something to take care of here. As beautiful as you looked in that dress and veil, you would sooner suit the colors of the Sunset Savannah better than whatever this man's designers gave you.

Pierce lets out an uncomfortable cough, straightening his back as his eyes narrowed onto the beastman. "Prince Leona Kingscholar, I do recall sending an invitation. Unfortunately, you are quite late to the occasion." His hand extends towards the pews, a tight lipped smile surfacing his expression.

"Still, please have a seat. We can pardon the intrusion."

Leona flashes a haughty smile, his stance exuding pride and confidence. "You don't have to. I'm here to crash your wedding, Charmant." He takes long strides down to the altar, eyes fixated on your own. The beastman ignores the scandalized gasps, the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as he makes his way to you, as if he was eager to retrieve a possession of his.

It's the way your lower lip quivers, how your hands wring against one another and the slight bead of sweat forming on your temples. It was difficult to tell if you were nervous yourself, or if you were just taken aback by how handsome the beastman was in his get-up.

"Herbivore," It snaps you out of your daze, reminding you to blink when your eyes land onto his narrowed green eyes. His voice is as commanding as ever, like the call of a lion to his pride.

Rather than addressing you from the high tops, he stands at the bottom of the alter with a raised brow, looking up to you. Then his lips curl upwards into a sly grin, mocking Pierce whose jaw was clenched.

"Herbivore, you really wanna marry that guy?" Leona asks in that low coaxing tone, very well knowing the answer before you shook your head wildly.

"No!"

Leona shrugs to himself with an exasperated sigh.

"Good enough for me."

Feeling a pair of strong arm wrap around your thighs, you couldn't help but let out a slight yelp when you felt your feet leave the ground. Instinctively clawing at Leona's back, you find yourself hoisted onto his shoulder like a sack of rice. The crowd gasps audibly, and you cannot help but hide your face in your hands as the beastman shamelessly began to walk towards the exit point without another word.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Pierce yells out from the altar, his hand falling to the blade hanging on his hip. You hear Leona snort, pausing for a moment to look back at the man. He rolls his eyes, almost annoyed by the other prince's theatrics.

"I'm bringing the Prefect back to where she belongs. I didn't think you weren't above spiriting strangers away over shoe sizes."

Gritting his teeth, Pierce shook his head and grinded onto his teeth. "You are not her guardian, nor her lover. You have no authority, Kingscholar!"

You can feel Leona exhale from the way his shoulders fall slightly, followed by how his grip on your middle tightens. "Then I stake my claim on her today," His tone is much more darker now, more dominating than the arrogant tone he had been using since he stepped through those doors.

Truly befitting of a lion demanding the submission of lower prey. "Do you really want to cross paths with my family, Charmant? I am sure my family is willing to negotiate at the next possible date." You know that Leona is smirking now, based on how irritation flashes across your supposed groom's face.

"Well, if you decide to try, my family will write you back in three days time. Until then, Charmant."

Noises erupt from the crowd as they watched Leona carry you down to the exit. Hanging against his back, you poke at his shoulder slightly. "Really? You have the authority to do that?" Leona clicks his tongue in his response, almost attempting to shush you down.

"Of course not, but Charmant doesn't have to know. Let Crowley take care of it. I am only the delivery boy."

Sure, it was a massive bluff on his end, but does it really matter? Leona got you out of that situation safe and sound! Even if it ended with you being hoisted over his shoulder and carried out of the cathedral, there was not a single scratch on you! That being said, Charmant was not exactly happy to know that Leona scammed him into letting you go, but you were long gone when he came to that conclusion.

Did we get Leona to drive you back to Night Raven College? Nope. Ruggie's getting a good bonus from being the getaway driver, not to mention the fact he drove you all through a fast-food drive-thru on Leona's wallet. He doesn't have to know either, not when he is fast asleep on your shoulder in the backseat.

Oddly enough, Leona wouldn't be leaving your side anytime soon. Even after Ruggie's dropped you off at Ramshackle, the lion beastman trails after you like a shadow into the manor, up until he's invaded your room.

"Leona, don't you have to go back to your dorm?" Raising a brow at your questioning tone, Leona crossed his arms and stared at you through the mirror's reflection.

The sun had already set long ago, leaving the moon filtering in through the windows. It was the only source of light, considering you haven't even though to flip the lights on. You can see Leona behind you, his eyes following the train of your dress and how it sweeps against the creaky floorboards.

"Ha? I haven't even started asking for compensation yet." He rumbles, finding his hand playing with the lace of your supposed wedding dress. The thought of it makes his stomach churn, followed by that prince's scent invading his nostrils.

Green eyes flicker back to you, something dark reflecting in them to the point where your breath is hitched.

"You ever thought of marriage before, herbivore?" Your eyes widened with surprise at his question. You could only let out a nervous chuckle, avoiding his gaze as you shift your gaze onto your wedding dress. "This entire experience has made me terrified of getting married for a while, Leona." You hear his humming from behind, eyes returning to the mirror to find his hand ghosting above the veil fixed onto the crown of your head. He doesn't let himself touch, only hovering slightly above the fabric. He seems almost lost in thought when he shoots the next question. "What kind of man are you looking for?" You stay silent, almost tempted to attack him for how seductive his voice seemed to sound in that moment. He must've been doing it on purpose. Then he chuckles slightly, teasing. "Don't tell me you're after the princely type like Charmant Ultra-Soft there." He easily catches your wrist when you whipped around to face him, smirking slightly at your somewhat flustered expression. "Of course not! He's... he's not my type anyways!" "Then what's your type then?" Gulping to yourself, you take a step back. He takes one forward. Another step back, another of his comes forward, all until your back is pressed against the fixed mirror. With a quiet purr from his throat, he hunches forward to hover above the crook of your neck.

You are already so certain that he sees through you, through the way your heart pounds in your ears or to the way you let him invade your personal space like he belonged there. Leona's lips quirk up into a smirk, followed by a knowing hum. "You never know, Prefect. Maybe Charmant will come knocking down your door claiming my stake on you is fake." His large hand presses itself against your hip in an almost possessive manner, but you can easily sense his hesitance, waiting for your approval.

"Or maybe, you'll wake up to everyone crowning you as a princess from the Sunset Savannah. Would it be so bad, herbivore?"

Pulling himself away, Leona rests an arm above your head and towers over you. You cannot avoid his gaze now, nor can you avoid that smug look of his against the glow of moonlight.

"Would it be so bad being yours?"

RUGGIE BUCCHI

"Nah, I can't use the Kingscholar name. Leona's gonna have my neck if I used his identity... Ali Baba? Does it look like I own thousands of camels and elephants? Come on, Jack. You're a smart cookie, you can think of some fancy-schmancy princey name for me! Can't exactly start a dispute with a royal family that doesn't exist... Pssh, you think Crowley's gonna help out in time? Prefect's gonna end up paying alimony if we let him take care of it! Come on, you got it Jack! Think faster!"

For all the trouble that Ruggie had caused you during and after Leona's overblot, he had to hand it over to you— you were probably one of the most well-resourced individuals in the campus. Sure, you had no magic but you had a good head above your shoulders and you seemed to have a knack for getting yourself out of tricky situations. It was admirable, really. He really respects you, and would often trust that you can take care of yourself!

Alas, you couldn't get yourself out of this situation. Ruggie had to do the biggest double-take when he looked over to see a wedding being broadcasted on Jack's phone, only to see you being dragged against your will for a gown fitting at a boutique.

Judging by that freaked out look on your face, you're going to need some help and Ruggie is ready to help you escape! Sure, he isn't as powerful as Leona or influential as Malleus... Now that he thought of it, how was he going to take you back safely without causing a ruckus? Crowley obviously is out of the question, and you might as well be married at sunset if he doesn't do anything now.

He's gonna have to pull out the big S.

S, as in, scammer.

"Darling, I'm here!"

You cannot keep your jaw from falling from its hinges as you watch Ruggie walk into the cathedral with a certain stride that was so unlike him. He wears a suit that is too expensive for his tastes, posture straight and refined to the point you were almost fooled into thinking it was a rich twin brother separated from birth.

In that moment, he seemed more like Azul than he did the hyena beastman you knew. It was only for a brief moment before you saw Ruggie, with his little crooked smile and the way he rubs the back of his neck with a hint of shyness.

"... Darling?" You croak in confusion. Ruggie laughs, easing your nervous heart. "Shishishi, it's me! Sorry, where you waiting for me that long?" Without a care in a world, the hyena beastman is making quick steps down the aisle towards you. You can tell that he is nervous though, based on the way his tail twitches slightly as eyes follow him down.

"And who are you?" Pierce demands. Ruggie gasps, feigning offense as he glances to the crowd, looking for some sort of support. "Me? You don't recognize me?" Sighing dramatically, the beastman shook his head in disappointment.

"Sheesh, didn't think that royalty these days haven't kept up with the times. Let me introduce myself," He grins, bowing to disguise the fact that he is playing a crook.

"Prince Varve Cu, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Barbecue?! Is that what you're craving, Ruggie?!

You want to choke on the air you just sharply inhaled. You've always known that Ruggie was clever and that he was not above dirty tricks, but you never did expect him to try and scam royalty into thinking he's someone else!

But Pierce hums to himself, attempting to recall the unfamiliar name in the recesses of his memory. "Cu? I have never heard of that name before." It almost baffles you that the prince was actually questioning his own memory, over a family name that never existed.

Always the opportunist, Ruggie scoffs in a spoiled manner, turning his nose up childishly. You would have been fooled by his act if you never really knew his true nature.

"How rude! We are quite the affluent family, you know? Luckily for you, I'm in a very good mood." Ruggie clears his throat, running a hand through his hair as he reaches his hand out towards you.

"I'm here to take back the Ramshackle Prefect. I am afraid she's already spoken for."

You may never get a chance to escape again, so you quickly flee Pierce's side to take Ruggie's hand. Easily, his hand wraps itself around your waist as he steps in front of you.

Pierce raises a brow, almost alarmed by how swiftly you had retreated to this mystery man. "You had no ring when we met. You never mentioned being betrothed to another prince, Prefect."

Thankfully, Ruggie is quick to answer for you with all the flowery vocabulary he can muster. "Clearly, if you were better well-informed, the Cu family does not require the use of rings. We firmly believe our love is enough proof to the world that we are one!" He turns to you and winks, hiding away his nervous grip on your waist.

"And we are in love, aren't we?"

There's that look in his eyes that is begging for you to play along with the lie, before everything would fall apart. Ruggie knew he fell for the right girl when you cozied up to his side, playing up a few tears and whimpers.

"I was so scared! How can I possibly tell this man that I already belonged to someone else? He wouldn't let me go!" You exclaimed, earning shocked reactions from the crowd.

Pierce gulps to himself, hands raised in defense. "Well, I—!"

Ruggie clutches your hands, playing the part of a charismatic prince that he would only be for a few more minutes. "Say no more, Prefect. I understand. Rest assured, you will never leave my side ever again." He drawls dramatically before he straightens his posture, glaring with the energy of a spoiled brat as he could muster.

"I will be certain to spare you of my family's wrath! They do not take very lightly to incidents like these, but for the sake of my lovely girl here, I shall be lenient."

Pierce finds himself nodding nervously, wanting to hide from the scrutiny of the crowd that seemed to be shocked that he would try to marry an unwilling bride, much to your annoyance. Only now, they decide to question this wedding?!

The hyena beastman begins to lead you by the waist, ushering you through the carpets in a hurried manner. "Let us be on our way, Prefect." He murmurs into your ear, but it is not the exit he takes you to.

Rather, it's the buffet table set to the side.

"Ruggie, what are you doing?" You whisper as he pauses at the edge, grabbing two paper plates and shoving one into your hands. He grins at you, hiding a laugh behind a free palm.

"Shishishi— I ain't planning on leaving emptyhanded, Prefect. Help me out here, will you? Let's take as much as we can before this idiot catches on. Come on, let's stack up a plate for the ride back!"

Luckily for you and Ruggie, you both manage to sneak away before anyone started realizing that the hyena beastman had fooled everyone in that cathedral. It's a subtle reminder for him to lay low for the next few weeks and deny any relation to being a prince. Does a guy like him look like a prince? Sure, he's the prince of empty pockets!

Munching on the wedding treats with a hand on the wheel, Ruggie has already prepared himself for the long drive back to Night Raven College. He's already begun negotiating some sort of compensation for getting you out of that wedding. A handful of favors here and there, mostly packed lunches from you to keep him fueled for a couple of days.

He expects you to be in more comfortable clothing by the time he's finished returning Leona's car and clothes. Much to his surprise, you're still in that poofy wedding dress, holding onto your own cup of instant noodles while Ruggie's was on the little coffee table in your living room. You do not miss the way his tail wags at the sight or how he averts his gaze, shuffling to the space beside you.

"You couldn't take it off on your own?" He questions, only to be replied with a casual shrug from you.

"Couldn't reach the zipper. I gave up."

Ah.

Consigning himself to the awkward silence, he takes his own cup and starts to munch down on the supposed 'wedding' dinner. Both you and him watch the flickers of the old television, watching some news as white noise. It's only coverage on the wedding, the runaway bride and the mysterious prince that seems to not exist.

Ruggie knows better than to let intrusive thoughts leave his lips, but he cannot help it as Pierce Charmant appears on the screen. "You think you ever gonna marry rich? Charmant was ready to give you an easy ticket to luxury, you know?" He doesn't meet your eyes, but you feel his tail brush against your arm, badgering for an answer.

Following a slurp, you shake your head. "I mean, if I was able to get a divorce with good settlement money? I would've." You tell him with a short shrug, so casually as if it were a lighthearted topic.

A bitter laugh leaves Ruggie's lips, ears deflated slightly at the thought. "Yeah? He can give you a pretty easy life, but he'd be real lucky to have you. Seven-time overblot champion? He's won jackpot." Not really. It was never about your achievements anyways. Pierce would've been the luckiest man in Twisted Wonderland to win you over, for all your sweetness and edges.

Ruggie's sulky behavior does not go missed by you, and you could only nudge his elbow. "I would've taken the settlement money and asked you on a date. My treat," It's the way his ears perk up, his head whipped towards you hastily with that surprised expression. He doesn't even realize his tail is brushing against the couch wildly, or that his cheeks are getting warm as he takes in your shy smile.

"It'd be funny if we ended up going on more dates and I ended up using that settlement money for a wedding. It saves a lot of money, don't you think so?"

Laughter bubbles from Ruggie's chest, and in that moment, he finds himself falling in love all over again. "Shishishi, you're a genius! That's what I like about you!"

Shifting closer to your side, Ruggie presses his cheek against your shoulder. The dress takes up so much space that it nearly swallows him too, hiding your hands from sight as he laces his fingers with yours in a silent confession.

You squeeze in conformation, relaxing into his warmth as he eyes the skirt with interest.

"Think we can sell it? Might catch a big buck for a royal wedding dress." You mutter with a gleam of amusement in your eyes. Ruggie chuckled to himself in agreement. "Yeah? I'd be happy to sell it for you as long as I get a cut of profits as the selling agent."

"Do you take payments in kisses?"

Instant noodles set aside, Ruggie licks his lips as he leans in towards you. For a prey-like subspecies, he looks very much like a predator looking down on his meal when he stares at you this way. Eyes fixated on your plush lips, he hummed in contemplation.

"Wanna give me one now for all the hard work I did getting you out of that wedding?"

JACK HOWL

"I'm sure that it's just a misunderstanding. If Prince Charmant is everything he says he is, then surely, he will let her go. I will be sure of it that she returns to Ramshackle tonight. The Prefect... I would rather not see her look so distressed like that. I just hope she isn't harmed in any way. Ace, if everything goes south... have Lilia on speed dial. If I cannot save the Prefect, Malleus would be our last resort. Agreed? Agreed."

Possibly the least unhinged one on this list. Not gonna lie, out of everyone in this school, definitely the least dramatic and most pragmatic ones out there. He insisted on dragging Crowley to the altar, but the Headmaster was nowhere to be found.

Sure, Jack has his own feelings for you. Of course, he doesn't want to see you get married to someone else. However, it is your choice and he will always support that.

That being said, he knows you don't want to get married based on your pale expression and strained grins. Clearly, you aren't very enthusiastic about his wedding and if Jack had confidence in himself, he already knew that this prince was certainly not your type.

Jack is smart enough to enlist the help of your closest friends. The first years are definitely helping, from transportation to the last line of defenses if things got awry in that cathedral. Sebek is ready outside to contact Lilia and Malleus should it be necessary, but Jack hopes it won't have to come down to that.

He is probably the only one who has faith that Pierce Charmant can see reason, even when he was the same one who got deluded into thinking you were his one true love because of your shoe size.

Jack doesn't actually dress himself up! He comes in without any fancy preparation really. He's just that much of an authentic guy, and he cares too much about you to keep up appearances.

Jack comes in panting and drenched in sweat, driven by a sense of urgency and alarm. He truly thought he was too late, but it seems that he came at the right time.

"Prefect!" He yells out, eyes zoning onto you as you dropped the bouquet in your hands. The sight of him urges you to move, a mixture of worry and relief swirling in your core.

"Jack!" Your voice rings out in return, echoing of the walls.

Abandoning Pierce, you ignore the prince's calls to you as you race down to the wolf beastman. You ignore the gasps and the stares, immediately pressing your hands against Jack's toned bicep.

"Jack, are you okay?!" You cry out, feeling his chest heave in and out for air. He winces, looking up at you and it only makes his chest constrict even tighter. Jack never meant to worry you like this, but that concern of yours makes his heart skip too many beats.

"Prefect," He doesn't answer your initial question as he attempts to stand up straight amidst pants. Large calloused hands tremble as they take yours, as if keeping them safe in his gentle grip.

"Please don't marry him. Don't marry him if you don't wish to."

He cares not for the prince, the crowd, not even his own feelings as he contemplates the thought of you giving your heart away to someone else. Sucking sharply through his teeth, Jack looks up to a scandalized Pierce who stares from afar. "I am not the one to dictate you what to do, who you choose to give your heart to." He returns his gaze to you, a look so gentle in spite of his sharp features. Jack makes an effort to be soft with you, so quiet in the moment in spite of the spectators watching you both. He wouldn't be this way in public, you knew this.

But if this was the last time he may ever see you as the Prefect, and not some prince's wife, then he wouldn't lose that chance.

Jack lets go of your hands, allowing his trembling fingers to grasp your shoulders lightly. Swallowing to himself, he asks with such uncertainty that it's almost unlike him to doubt what he knew of you. "Prefect, do you wish to marry that man?" He murmurs, eyeing Pierce once more.

He had to be sure. Jack never wanted to take away your choice and perhaps, he was the one with the misunderstanding. Perhaps, you did want to marry this prince from the bottom of your heart.

It was relief that flooded his chest and sparked life back into his tail when you shake your head, beaming at him as if he were a silly boy.

"I don't want to marry him, Jack."

Your words are enough to give him resolve to look at Pierce clearly now. Firm and stubborn, Jack glares at the prince as he positions himself in front of you like a guard. Defensive, but not complacent.

"You heard the Prefect. She doesn't want to marry you." Before Pierce could retort, Jack cleared his throat once more with a sense of authority. He may be a random student from Night Raven College, but that was not going to stop him from defending your wishes against someone who could abuse his power.

"If you have a problem with that, talk it up with Headmaster Crowley. Otherwise, you cannot force her into wedding you. Can you sincerely call yourself a proud student of Royal Sword Academy if you go against the very conducts your school preaches?"

Honestly, Ace and Deuce had to interfere before Jack began to scold the rest of the guests for letting you get married against your will. Admittedly, no one really wanted to interfere now because of how much shame they felt after Jack's lecturing.

Jack was mindful to bring in an extra pair of clothes for you! He would have been happy to rummage through your closet for you, but he is a certified gentleman. He wouldn't go through your stuff without asking, so you would have to settle for wearing some of his clothes. They are likely to be a bit bigger on you, but it sends his tail wagging on overdrive to see you draped in his clothes, his scent.

Quite sweet of the first years to help take you back to Ramshackle. Both you and Jack seemed to have forgotten that you had borrowed his clothes though. The least you could do is wash them for him before you've returned them.

"You didn't have to do that, you know?" Jack grumbled, arms crossed across his pectorals with that disgruntled expression. You knew better than to buy his nonchalant act when his tail seems to undo his efforts to seem unbothered.

You raised a brow at him, holding out his folded laundry in your arms. "What's wrong with it? They're pretty much ready for you to wear."

The wolf beastman sighs to himself, glancing away to avoid your gaze. His cheeks are starting to burn red, but he won't ever acknowledge them. "You don't get it, Prefect. Just drop the subject and leave the clothes on the bench."

It was cruel of you to even think of teasing Jack, but it isn't so often you get to opportunity. You pout at him, clutching the clothes close to your chest.

"... does my detergent stink that bad?"

Your words take him aback, almost like a heinous offense. Before you realized it, Jack had wrung the laundry from your hands and held the fabric closely to his chest. "I never said that! Don't misunderstand!" He stammers, subconsciously wringing a shirt up his neck.

Jack immediately realizes he's fallen in your trap when you smile at him knowingly. Sighing in defeat, he submits to your whims. "You... I like your scent. It gets hard to concentrate when you're..." He mumbles shyly, ears flattened as he fights the urge to bury his nose into his clothes that are now laced with your scent.

"Was this how you won that prince over? I wouldn't be surprised." He mumbles to himself in exasperation. You could only laugh softly as you approach him, rubbing small circles on his back comfortingly. "Are you implying that I won you over too?" He says nothing, silently brooding to the side in a futile attempt to keep his tail still.

You don't exactly help his case when you place a kiss on his cheek either.

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Hi!!! Hope your doing wonderfully 🫶I absolutely adore your work! And this is the first time in asking anything, but if you haven't yet can you do a shy guys x popular reader with a lil spice but no smut! I'd appreciate it 🥹 have a lovely day or night 🩷

YUUUMMYYY oh my goodness i spiced but i think i spiced too much and if i did i am SO SORRY IM JUST A FREAK!!! but i hope you enjoy this piece and thank you so much for sending in a request!! MWAHH <33

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∘˙○˚.• DON’T BE SHY ∘˙○˚.•

{pairings (separate): shy satoru gojo, megumi fushiguro, & yuji itadori x popular f!reader}

summary: how the boys are pathetically down bad for favorable you <3

warnings: college!au, mentions of drinking, HELLAAA sexual mentions and theming mdni, no smut but girl damn near it, pining af, cursing, aged up characters, afab!reader, pet names, they want you BAD in each of their stories HEHEHE, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 5.3k

authors note: WHO WANTS MLB!MEGUMI BC I SURE FUCKING DO!! HES COMING NEXT MY LOVES but here’s a little something to keep you fed in the meantime <33 I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT! ILY!

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∘˙○˚. SATORU GOJO ∘˙○˚.

satoru wasn’t by any means a loner in college.

he had his own cute little group of friends and his own cute little outings and his own cute little interactions with his classmates, his rank on the popularity scale running somewhere around the middle (something he can thank his gorgeous eyes and gorgeous face for), but never even coming close to where you were at, a place many tried to reach but never had the qualities that you did— your place being at the top.

but satoru was too shy for his own good. too timid as he watched your breathtaking magnificent self walk down the halls and right by him in between classes— surrounded by people, you barely even noticing him, but him already memorizing the exact scent of your perfume you chose to wear that day, watching with love struck eyes and sweaty palms as his sickingly sweet obsession over you only grew by the years.

you were an absolute goddess in his eyes. you could never hurt him or be mean to him even if you tried, and it was a little pathetic how much he liked you— his little boyish crush that only shrunk him down to the mere size of a lady bug, his increased bashfulness when you’re around only doing him more harm than good as it started to affect his studies and sleep schedule.

but that wasn’t your fault, oh absolutely not.

it was his. all his. he wanted to take the blame for everything. he doesn’t care what.

even when you accidentally bumped into him at a party one night because you were a little tipsy, him stumbling over and you apologizing profusely as his heart stopped upon realizing it was you. and even when you accidentally dropped your red solo cup on his favorite blue washed jeans later on, your alcoholic beverage leaving a patch of wet on his thigh that made you apologize profusely to him again, satoru shaking his head and telling you repeatedly that it was his fault. he was in your way. he should be sorry.

you could dump an entire twenty five ounce bottle of smirnoff on his head and he’d still tell you he was to blame. that’s how much he liked you.

so as you gently took his hand and tugged him to stand up, you leading him through the crowd, your fingers interlaced with his? satoru went into a fucking frenzy.

his cheeks burned as you led him up the stairs and to the nearest bathroom, your lovely skin tight dress squeezing and hugging you in every right way in front of him that he internally panicked as he felt his dick stretch against his jeans, him wanting to end it all as he hoped you didn’t notice it and think he was a pervert.

“oh my god i’m so sorry—” you pulled him in and shut the door behind you, silencing what seemed like twenty different people calling out to you, for your attention, satoru swooning over the way you paid them no mind in return and focused entirely on him.

he felt so lucky.

he awkwardly sat himself at the edge of the tub as you crouched down and rummaged through the cupboard below the sink, your lips in a cute pout.

“i always get so stupid when i’m buzzed and i totally didn’t see you when i was walking…”

your tone was whiny and apologetic, and satoru’s heart physically could not take it.

“it’s— it’s okay..” he mumbled shyly, cheeks pink. “it was me i—” he averted his gaze once you turned to look at him. “i wasn’t paying attention…”

“but are you okay though?” your voice was immensely sweet and doting, it almost sounding like you were babying him as you walked over to him with a damp hand towel.

and he was all fucking over it.

he stiffly nodded and looked down at his lap, throat closing.

“i put a stain remover on this so i at least don’t leave a red mark on your jeans!” you smiled, an enchanting one at that as your clear lip gloss glistened under the dim light. “and i’m really sorry again! i hope i didn’t ruin the party for you…”

his eyes shot up and he shook his head frantically. “n—no! you didn’t it’s okay!” he tugged at the collar of his button up, feeling a little hot. “y—you did nothing wrong...”

you gleamed, and as satoru reached a trembling hand up for the towel to clean himself off, you pulled it back with a cute shake of your head.

“i’m doing it, silly! i’m the one who spilled it.”

“but!—”

you got down on your knees in front of him and his hands literally slapped over the edges of the tub as he gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning pure white as you calmly spread his legs and inserted yourself in between, your face fucking hovering over his dick and his cheeks turning even pinker as lewd thoughts dashed across his sick mind.

you noticed the look on his face and laughed.

“are you nervous? don’t be! i’m just gonna clean you up and ill be out of your way love.”

satoru didn’t want you out of his way, not ever. and the way you called him love had him already picturing you in a pretty white dress with a veil walking down the aisle to him.

he swallowed.

you had your arms resting over his thighs for support as you rubbed a circular tugging motion over the spot on his jeans, your eyebrows pinched in concentration as you tried to get the red stain out, your soft hair slipping from your shoulders and landing over his lap with satoru’s fingers itching to touch it.

“at the last party i threw, i also spilled a drink on a guy.” you giggled.

he felt a twinge of bubbling jealousy.

“did you—” he nervously looked at you. “did you also… help him?”

you smiled cutely. “nope! because he was making out with someone in the middle of my kitchen and he was in my way.”

thank god.

you huffed and leaned back to sit on your calves. “like— have some decency. i get you want to have a little kiss but if you’re doing it right where the vodka mix is? blocking it? i’m not helping you. your girl can help you.”

satoru giggled a little, and you folded the towel neatly and settled it beside you, proud of your work at removing the stain from his pants as you set your hands on your hips.

“and what about you?”

“me?” he mumbled.

“mhm!” you raised a silly brow and leaned closer to him, satoru inching backwards nervously at the proximity. “have you ever made out with someone like that?”

“well— well—”

satoru’s never kissed anyone.

“well what?”

he ran a slow embarrassed hand through his fluffy white hair and grimaced.

satoru is timid, shy, friendly, and a dork. but one thing he isn’t? is a liar. especially if it was you— even though all he wanted to do in life was impress you and have you not think he was a fucking loser.

“i’ve never uh—” he struggled. “kissed… someone.”

his words were so quiet and mumbly, completely ashamed of himself as his cheeks continued to glow pink.

but your eyes widened.

“what? you’ve never kissed anyone?”

he shook his head, eyes to his lap.

“but you’re so hot?”

satoru shot up. “h—huh?”

“yeah!” you grinned. “you are! have you ever had a girlfriend?”

he shook his head again.

“what?! how?!”

you placed a shocked hand over your mouth, your voice soft and astonished. “what a crime…”

he smiled shyly at your compliments, reduced to absolute putty in your hands at the moment as he couldn’t believe you thought he was even remotely attractive.

you confidently swung your arms up and threw them around his neck, and he froze.

your eyes were really suggestive, your gorgeous face looking up at him and his wide eyes looking down at you, your fingers gently running across the back of his neck and hair as he almost whimpered at what you were doing.

“wanna kiss me?”

“y-you?” he choked out, and you giggled softly.

“uh huh! o—only if you’re okay with it—” you pulled away a little, shoulders deflating. “i just figured—”

satoru noticed the way you started to lean back, your arms slipping from around his shoulders and his hands shot out then— grabbing your wrists as he pulled you back in and settled them around him.

was this real? actually? or was he just really drunk?

“yes!” he settled down a bit, sheepish. “yes i—i’m okay with it.”

you took in his eager bashful expression, and grinned.

“okay!”

you leaned and kissed his soft lips, pulling satoru in as his fingers shakily snaked over your waist and around you, not believing for a second that he was actually kissing you.

and you moved your lips slowly and delicately over his, trying to pry his mouth open more with your tongue and guide him on how to kiss you back, him diverting all of his focus to that as he tried to mimic your movements.

it started with innocent pecks at first, you trying to ease him into it and not make it overwhelming for him as you carefully amped up the difficulty little by little.

and he got the hang of it, fast, and you squeaked a noise of surprise when he suddenly shoved his long tongue in your mouth and slid his hands further down to your ass, squeezing as if he had every right to, completely forgetting that he technically didn’t.

what a greedy little thing… but you loved it.

he instantly pulled back.

“sorry i’m sorry!” he sputtered, pulling his hands to his chest like he’d just touched something scalding hot. “i don’t know why i—”

you giggled. “it’s okay! i liked it.”

“y—you did?”

“uh huh!” you nodded, leaning in seductively. “maybe you should do it again… and maybe underneath my dress, to get a better feel y’know?”

satoru couldn’t even respond as you latched your lips back on his, and he kissed you back desperately, wanting to impress you and do good for you so he could properly earn the right to feel you up like you had requested.

but he got greedier, and his hands were back on your ass squeezing and palming the fat of it, breathing heavily through his nose as he started to tug your dress up a little to feel your skin, the lace of your panties grazing his fingertips and making him fucking light headed.

his body was literally numb as you pulled apart suddenly, both of your lips swollen and red.

“wanna go to my room?”

∘˙○˚. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ∘˙○˚.

“if i can’t do it i’m turning the car around.”

“megs you cannot do that when we get there though!”

megumi shook his head. “and why not?”

“because you’ll scare every one away! what the hell is ‘with this treasure i summon—‘“

“yeah so that way everyone will think i’m a freak and leave me the fuck alone!”

you and megumi have been best friends since middle school, carbon copies of tweedle dee and tweedle dum as your personalities matched with each other’s so identically yet so differently at the same time, that you both bickered every waking second you were together.

which was all of the time.

though you had a better reputation than megumi did. you were popular, beautiful, and everyone wanted to get to know you as your unique personality struck joyous chords with anyone that was lucky enough to come across and get to know you.

all things megumi would never admit out loud to your face.

and he was just regular— popularity and social statuses something he didn’t give a shit about as he kept to himself and didn’t speak to a single soul unless it was yours.

“but i thought you said you wanted to come with me!” you whined.

megumi huffed and made a sharp turn as he drove. “you dragged me i told you no i don’t like parties and you started crying—”

“okay and?” you grumbled. “what so now i can’t cry in front of you? i can’t show my emotions and use my right of freedom of speech?—”

“oh my god.” he dragged an exasperated hand down his cheek. “you’re putting words into my mouth—”

“and you’re putting knives into my heart with how much you hate me.”

he parked on the side of the street and turned off the ignition, hooking his keys on one of his belt loops before he gave you an annoyed look.

“am i not in the car.”

“you are.”

“and am i not here at this party with you.”

“you are.”

“so what more do you want.”

“a kiss.”

“fuck off—” megumi pressed his hand flat on the side of your head and nudged you away before stepping out of the car with pink cheeks, your laughter ringing through the air as you shut the door and ran to catch up with him.

“just be nice please. my friends sometimes wanna talk to you and you look like you’re plotting.”

“maybe it’s because i don’t wanna talk to them.” he mumbled.

through his hard exterior, you knew megumi was just shy, and often times had difficulty talking to people or expressing himself— you really being the only exception in his life.

that’s why in every social situation that you dragged him to, he clung to you like sticky stubborn gum and never left your side— you of course not minding at all and it actually making you feel better to have him always there, your thing being interlocked pinkies as you navigated.

“no it’s because you’re shy and that’s okay!—”

megumi scoffed and kept walking, but the minute you both walked across the lawn and up the steps of the porch, he turned around and let you in front of him— his pinky out like usual.

you smiled softly to yourself and looped yours with his, pinkies closing like a lock before you pulled him inside.

it was dark and humid as fuck already, and you tried your best to politely push through the crowd of hammered and sweaty people in search for the kitchen, you not realizing how megumi literally pushed and shoved people behind you so they wouldn’t topple you over, them too inebriated to care.

“y/n!”

“hi guys!” you gushed, your crowd of friends beaming at the sight of you and handing you drinks without you even having to ask, you passing one back to megumi smoothly.

you both mostly spent the night mingling and drinking with your friends, playing little games and giggling quietly whenever someone would ask megumi a question and he would just stammer in response, blushing and grumpy at your teasing once he got the interaction over with.

and at some point, half of your friends had gone to the main area to dance, and you turned to him.

“megs.”

“yes.”

“do you wanna dance with me?”

“fuck no.”

“whyyyy!” you whined, dropping your forehead on his shoulder.

“because i don’t like dancing.”

“no one’s gonna notice anyways! it’s dark over there like completely.” you looked at him. “just come with me please.”

“no.”

“i’ll give you a kissy.”

megumi gave you a deadpanned look. “what is it with you wanting to give me a kiss?”

you ignored his comment. “i’ll do anything.”

“nope.”

“fine.” you stood up and tugged your dress down. “i’m just gonna ask some other guy and maybe when i tell him he’ll get a kiss out of it he’ll do it—”

megumi quickly grabbed your wrist, eyes narrowed.

“are you actually?”

“yes.”

his heart dropped.

“you’re gonna pimp yourself out for a dance?”

“yes! you know i love to dance—”

megumi stood and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dance floor as you cheered and happily skipped behind him.

upon arriving, he remained stiff, bored, and fucking nervous with flushed cheeks and crossed arms while you danced, gently swaying and moving to the beat as bright neon laser lights occasionally drifted across the crowd— illuminating red cheeks and sweaty bodies.

it really was incredibly dark, and megumi could barely even see you standing in front of him as the bass of the music drummed through his body.

he let you when you reached up and uncrossed his arms— instead wrapping them around your waist as you threw your arms around his neck, him swallowing thickly.

“dance megs.” you spoke gently in his ear. “like this just sway—”

you moved your hips a little more, and though he didn’t exactly copy you, he stiffly just kind of swayed with you.

“i hate dancing.”

you laughed. “do you hate me?”

“no.”

far from it actually.

“then this should be fuunnn! just let loose a little.”

“i am letting loose.” he grumbled.

“you feel like a little stick though.”

“a stick?!”

you giggled loudly, throwing your head back as you did, the sight making megumi melt.

“yes! i’m gonna start break dancing if you don’t.”

he gave you an incredulous look. “huh? you’re not serious.”

“that i am.”

“y/n i’m moving with you i’m dancing—”

“but your arms are just around my waist! you’re not even moving with me what are you talking about?!”

“what are you talking about?!”

you huffed and stopped moving. “i’m gonna dance with someone else—”

you let go of him and turned but megumi only pulled you back.

“no you’re not and you’re not kissing them either so don’t even think about it—”

“you can’t tell me what to do—”

you pushed at his chest with both of your hands, trying to get him to let go of your waist— his strong grip not letting you.

“why are you being such a brat?!” he exclaimed.

you broke free and started walking.

“a brat that’s gonna dance with someone else!—”

megumi flew and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you back around before literally smashing his lips to yours, your eyes widening in complete shock.

there was your kiss.

he pulled away. “s—sorry i—”

you shook your head and grabbed his cheeks, bringing his lips back in to yours as they moved sloppily and fast, almost matching with the music as his arms engulfed around your waist and pulled you in.

you swiped your tongue over his and whimpered, you figuring he couldn’t hear it over the music but being dead wrong as he felt the blood rush to his dick the minute he heard it.

you pulled away. “what are— what are we doing?”

his chest heaved as he looked at you, cheeks pinky like always and eyes blown wide. “i don’t— i don’t know—”

you wiped your wet mouth with the back of your hand. “do you wanna— stop? i—”

you didn’t know why you were asking, knowing damn well you didn’t want to stop.

“fuck no.”

“okay—”

and his mouth was back on yours, kissing you and running his hands up and down over your body in absolute need, you doing the same as you ran your hands over his chest and down, down, down…

“can i—” you spoke in between kisses. “i’m gonna—”

megumi did it for you and pressed your hand flat against his groin, you palming him slowly as he took in a sharp inhale and broke from your lips, his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulders with his cheek mushed up against the side of your head, eyes screwed shut at how good it felt.

you continued to palm him through his jeans, going a little firmer when you felt his breath literally tremble in your ear as he shook.

“shit—” his arms tightened around you. “wait—” pant “i’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep—”

“do it.”

“no!” he choked and his hips pressed into your palm, wanting more. “let’s go— to the car. the car please—”

you nodded and pulled back, but stopped.

“megs if we do this we can’t go back, okay?” your chest heaved, a little fidgety. “we can’t— we can’t go back to being just friends i don’t wanna be just friends—”

he shook his head and looped his pinky with yours, leading you through the crowd and speaking over his shoulder.

“we won’t.” he started.

“i don’t wanna be just friends anymore either.”

∘˙○˚. YUJI ITADORI ∘˙○˚.

being good at math had its perks.

yuji was able to get by in every math related class, never had an issue with studying, and even tutored some of his friends and classmates as a side job to pay for his college classes and tuition.

but the minute you approached him one day— you, one of the most popular girls on campus, president of your sorority, life long crush and the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, asking if he was able to tutor you on wednesdays?

being good at math became a blessing and a curse.

yuji thought he was well off at math… but if he was to tutor you, he wanted to be fucking albert einstein at it so he didn’t look like a fucking idiot if he happened to come across a topic he didn’t know how to teach.

and as he sat on his desk chair in his dorm, textbooks and materials laid out and ready to go as he wiped his clammy hands on his pants for the thousandth fucking time, he heard you softly knock on his door.

oh fuck.

“hi yuji!” you greeted sweetly, him smiling back at you as he stepped to the side to let you in.

“hey! were you able to find my building okay?”

you both walked over to his desk and sat down, you right next to him on an extra chair— your perfume engulfing his senses and your pretty hair over your shoulders neatly.

“oh no i was fine!” you got your little notebook out with your pencil case. “one of my friends is dorming in this building too so i knew where it was.”

he nodded happily and politely, shitting it inside but doing a damn fucking good job at not showing it— though the reddening of his cheeks was something he couldn’t control no matter how hard he tried.

since you could only see him once a week, the duration of the tutoring sessions was a lot longer than the rest of his clients, and though yuji literally offered to tutor you for free whenever you wanted, you profusely denied and mentally decided to pay him double for his kindness.

you nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the textbook and flipped through the chapters you needed help with, and upon noticing, he frowned.

“sorry is it hot in here? i could open—”

“no! it’s okay!” you shook your head. “sorry i just— i’m really bad at math so i’m sorry if you can’t get anything through my head…”

you giggled nervously, and yuji just about cried.

“oh! don’t worry about that! that’s why i’m here to help.”

he beamed, his smile so big and bright that you found yourself copying his exact expression.

he was so nice.

“right!”

and he did help. yuji was exceptional at teaching, and concepts you had found hard to grasp before during class by your own professor was easy peasy with him, his bubbly and animated way of teaching you something that pulled you in and kept you engaged.

after two hours of tutoring, yuji sat back on his desk chair and exhaled.

“phew, let’s take a break! is that fine?”

“mhm!” you chirped, putting your pencil down and smiling. “you’re really good at teaching yuji, like really good.”

“oh thanks!” he blushed, giving you a cute little smile. “i— i like math so i just, teach y’know..”

you nodded. “what’s your major? is it something to do with that?”

“oh no—” he shook his head. “i’m majoring in finance so i get a lot of math classes.”

“huh?!” you gasped, completely astonished. “i thought your major had something to do with teaching i’ve— i’ve never understood math before until you… you’re brilliant!”

he gulped, your praises washing over him and making him feel tingly all over.

yuji gave you a wobbly shy smile. “t—thank you y/n!”

you grinned kindly, your pretty face making him want to word vomit how gorgeous he thought you were and maybe even sort of ask you to be his wife.

“do you um— are you thirsty? i have—”

he shot up clumsily and walked over to his mini fridge. “i have water? here—”

he didn’t even let you respond as he took a bottle of cool water and handed it to you, you taking it gratefully.

“i— i also have these!”

he reached in again and gave you a little glazed donut pastry, wrapped neatly in a clear bag that had the bakery’s logo on the front.

“oh no yuji it’s okay!” your eyebrows pinched together in worry. “i don’t wanna take what’s yours just the water is fine!”

he shook his head and closed the fridge, sitting back down on the chair next to you. “it’s all good! it’s your reward for hanging on for two hours of tutoring.”

his smile was so kind and sweet, and you bit your bottom lip as you softly thanked him.

“how’s um— how’s your sorority going?” yuji asked.

“my sorority?” you tilted your head to the side. “how’d you know i’m in a sorority?”

“oh! well—” he went completely fucking pink. “s—sorry you’re kind of popular so i just heard..”

you hummed and quickly nodded. “no it’s okay! i didn’t know people were talking about me like that.”

you laughed a little, and yuji thought you were so humble.

“it’s going great! it’s really kind of you to ask.” you crossed your legs and leaned an elbow on your knee, your chin coming down to rest on the palm of your hand. “it’s a little stressful to manage but i love my girls so, they definitely make it easier.”

yuji lit up. “that’s great! i’m glad it’s going well… i— i know i don’t know much about sororities and things like that but i have no doubt in my mind that you’re the most qualified and deserving of a position like that…”

your eyes softened, and your heart literally ached in the best way over his compliment.

“thank you yuji… seriously. you’re so nice!”

you giggled, and it made him gnaw at the inside of his cheek.

the tutoring session continued after that, and just when you had reached your final hour, you slumped over his desk and groaned softly.

“i’m sorry yuji… my motivation is running out.”

he laughed softly. “it’s okay! it happens. if you want we can stop here—”

“no!” you shot up. “i have to get through it i’ll be so mad at myself if i don’t.”

he looked at you, his eyes gentle. “you’re doing really great so far y/n.”

you blushed, “thank you…”

you stood suddenly and reached over to flip through the pages of the textbook, completely unaware of the way your boobs were practically shoved up his face as his breath hitched, hands tightening on the arms of his desk chair.

you really hadn’t noticed, you innocently wanting to just look and see how many chapters you had left to cover, but when you sat back down and quirked an eyebrow over yuji’s flushed face and blown out pupils… it clicked.

was he interested in you like you were with him?

maybe…

“i need motivation.” you sighed.

he cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. “i can— i can give you another donut at the end?”

you giggled. “it’s okay! i have an idea.”

he tilted his head, curious. “what is it?”

“maybe we can do like a reward system!”

“a reward system?”

“yeah!” you nodded eagerly. “for every page we cover, i get a reward!”

he sat up and smiled, “oh right! i’ll give you a donut after each page then!”

but you shook your head, and he deflated. “no?”

“do you know about hickeys?”

he choked, eyes widening dramatically. “a—about— well, yeah, i do.”

“maybe that could be my reward! a hickey for every page.”

you smiled at him so fucking cutely, as if you didn’t just ask him for something so raunchy, and his throat literally dried up at your request.

holy fucking shit.

“you want—” he wiped his hands on his pants. “you want a hickey from— from me? really?”

“yeah! only if you’re okay with it, definitely not if you’re not.”

“no i—” his eyes darted from your neck to your face. “i am…”

holy. fucking. shit.

your tutoring session resumed, and yuji literally could not teach you a single damn thing anymore, knowing that by the end of this page he was going to do something that only took place in his dreams.

after a bit, he turned the page and shifted his body to face you, nervous and clammy.

you smiled sweetly and took his hands, yours soft and heavenly as you placed his on your shoulders.

“only if you’re okay with it.” you murmured again softly, tone nurturing as your pretty eyes looked into his.

“i— i am.”

“okay! whenever you’re ready.”

yuji breathed in shakily and out, gulping before coming closer to your gorgeous neck and planting his lips on it.

your hands came to rest on his thighs as he sucked— slowly and carefully, not wanting to suck too hard and accidentally hurt you as his tongue flicked over the spot, the pressure of his mouth making you shudder as he continued to suck and create a pretty purple bruise.

he pulled away when he was finished with a wet smack, his breathing heavy as he searched your face for any indication that he did well.

and you glowed, looking at your reflection on the little mirror that sat on his desk. “it’s so pretty! i love it!”

a hesitant smile spread across his face. “r—really? you can be honest i—”

you looked at him. “no it was amazing! it felt really good!”

his dick twitched.

“okay let’s keep going now!”

well the motivation definitely worked, and funnily enough, you both got through the next page a lot quicker than before, yuji almost immediately turning to face you after turning the page.

this time, he placed his hands on your waist as he sucked. and he sucked, harder and wetter than before as his fingers pressed into you— his tongue running over your new hickey and dragging over the previous one too before reluctantly pulling back, his dick a literal bolder at this point as you squeezed your thighs together, both of your chests panting.

you had barely reached a quarter of the next page when yuji set his pencil down and turned, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

“can i please just give you another one?”

you nodded quickly, eagerly, as you both stood and he latched back onto your neck, his arms around your entire body desperately, grazing his teeth against your sensitive flesh and full on making out with it as he messily sucked and ran his lips all over your neck this time, a moan slipping from you as he did that it made you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment.

“s—sorry—”

“don’t be don’t be—” he breathed quickly, walking backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat, pulling you with him and grabbing at your thighs for you to sit on his lap.

you listened, your neck littered with yuji’s hickeys as you subconsciously and softly grinded on his crotch, him groaning into your neck and biting down harder as your breath hitched.

yuji lost it at this point, all forms of moral out the fucking window as he dragged his long wet tongue from the side of your neck and up to your cheek, kissing and licking deviously at it as his hands squeezed hungrily over your plushy thighs.

he pulled back, eyes half lidded.

“can i—” pant “can i give you hickeys on your tits?”

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witchywithwhiskey · 1 year ago

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the alpha next door

pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader

summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next door—and his for you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov

word count: 8.9k

a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink prompts—and this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing 😅 also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!

When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were.

The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved.

But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his child…

Still, you were his neighbor and Steve couldn’t avoid you entirely, even though everything he saw only reaffirmed his belief that you were too good for him.

The little pink cottage beside his house had come with a front garden filled with pink roses and all manner of other pink flowers that Steve couldn’t even begin to name, but you tended to them like you’d planted them yourself. Steve would get home from work, park his truck in his driveway—which had a perfect view of your front garden. He’d watch you from behind his tinted windows as you took care of your flowers, looking like a garden fairy come to life.

When Steve eventually grew uncomfortable with how long he’d been watching you, he would get out of his truck and call a gruff hello to you as he made his way inside. Your melodic voice returning his greeting would follow him into his house, where he’d close his door and lean against it, panting like he’d just escaped a warzone while his cock strained against his jeans. But Steve wouldn’t stoop to jerking himself off to the thought of you—at least not while you were just outside.

On weekends, Steve would work in his backyard, mowing the grass and tending to the shrubs that ran along the line separating his property from yours. When the weather was nice and pleasantly warm, you would sit out on your small back porch, curled up in a wicker chair reading some book or another.

Steve would offer to mow your lawn, just for an excuse to stay outside longer, and be a little bit closer to you. You’d let him, and thank him for his efforts by giving him some ice cold lemonade, smiling up at him while he drank it. Steve wasn’t the least bit surprised the lemonade was more sweet than tart.

As the weeks and months passed since you’d moved in, Steve couldn’t help but feel his desire for you growing, becoming a living thing curling around his heart, making it beat for you. You were the sweetest and prettiest omega he’d ever met, and he’d be lucky to be your alpha, but he kept his distance, certain you could do better than him.

That is, until your first heat after moving in next door changed everything.

That was when Steve learned you were far more than the innocent little omega he’d determined you to be—you were a creature of sex and desire, made to take an alpha’s knot and be pumped full of come in the hopes that their seed would take root in your womb. When your heat hit fully, your keening wails echoed from your cottage, and they were a siren song that called directly to Steve’s alpha heart.

But he kept himself away. After all, there were polite ways of going about these things, and he’d never even asked you out on a date, so he certainly wasn’t going to assume you wanted his help to get you through your heat. Besides, you hadn’t asked for him to join you, anyway.

That didn’t stop Steve from keeping an eye on you, though.

He’d noticed the slight change in your scent a few days before your heat truly set in, his cock reacting even more to your perfect omega body than normal. Steve felt like he was walking around with a constant bulge in his pants after getting a single whiff of your scent, but he ignored the niggling feeling telling him he needed to be close to you and did his best to hide his reaction. He knew you had other things to worry about than the comfort of the alpha next door.

Even though something in him compelled him to go to you, Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk over to your cottage. It occurred to him that even if you didn’t want him to help you through your heat, he could offer to go to the store to get the food and provisions you’d need. But he didn’t. He was worried about what he’d do if he looked into your home and saw your nest and smelled your sweet perfume.

So Steve kept his distance, watching you from his truck and the windows of his house as you brought home a week’s worth of provisions—protein bars and sports drinks that would keep you nourished enough to make it through your heat. Steve wished he could carry the heavy-looking bags into your home, but his cock was pitching a tent in his sweatpants, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with the way his alpha body reacted to your omega scent.

Finally, as your heat drew closer, you locked up your cottage, closing all the windows and drawing all the curtains. Steve couldn’t help but notice, though, that you left the skylight in your bedroom cracked open a tiny bit. Steve’s alpha hindbrain itched at the thought that you’d only left it open because you couldn’t close it yourself, and he had to hold himself back from going over to your cottage to offer to close it.

Steve knew omegas liked to keep their nests dark and warm and locked up tight. They wanted to keep all the scents created during a heat trapped in their nest, at least until their heat broke. So it was curious that you’d left the skylight open, even a little bit.

But when your heat hit in earnest that evening, your pitiful whimpers and desperate moans filtering through the open window and directly to Steve’s ears—through the window of his bedroom that he’d thrown open the moment he’d heard you—he forgot about what omegas typically wanted. Instead, all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life.

Steve stood at the window of his bedroom, which overlooked your cottage, his eyes glazing over as he listened to you pant and whine and cry out for an alpha that wasn’t coming. Because of course Steve had noticed that no alpha had arrived to help you through your heat. He assumed you were using any number of the toys that were sold precisely to help unmated omegas get through their heats without an alpha’s help.

But it meant you were alone, in your nest, riding out your heat on some silicone knot. That thought nearly made Steve storm from his house and barge into your cottage to demand you let him help you, but he reminded himself you were too sweet, too sweet, too sweet for him. So instead, he fisted his cock and listened to your raspy pleas fill the night sky.

“Need your knot, alpha, oh god, please,” you babbled, your voice beautifully melodic to Steve even when you were desperately begging for something he knew he shouldn’t give you. “Fill me up, daddy, I need it—need your knot, alpha—daddy, daddy, alpha, please, please, please!” Your moans grew louder and Steve could only imagine the thick silicone knot that was filling you up the way he should be filling you.

One of Steve’s hands gripped the frame of his window tightly, using the feel of the wood digging into his palm to keep himself grounded as he physically fought with his alpha instincts. He wanted to break into your cottage and rip your toys away from you so he could help you through your heat. Like he was meant to. It should be him inside you, sinking into your warm, welcoming cunt while you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

Steve’s other hand gripped his cock, pumping his hard, stiff length with a fist so tight, it was nearly punishing. It helped a little, but his fist was a far cry from your perfect cunt, which would be gushing with wetness and so hot, Steve would feel like he was sinking into heaven and hell at the same time. And when he came, it wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as emptying his balls right against your cervix, pumping your womb full of his seed while knot locked your bodies together so it would be almost certain he’d knock you up.

That is, if you weren’t on birth control. Which most unmated omegas were, Steve reminded himself.

Still, the alpha in him was a beast barely caged—he wanted to breed you.

Steve wanted to see you impaled on his cock and his knot, so bloated from how full you were with his come that he could see it in the way your belly bulged, giving a preview of what you’d look like growing with his child. He wanted to knock you up, he wanted to see you swollen and round with his pup.

He wanted to keep fucking you even as you carried his child, watching you bounce on his knot, your tits swollen with milk and your belly big and round while he tried to fill your womb with another before you’d even popped out the first. Steve wanted to keep you pregnant all the time, your pretty little omega body always ripe and swollen with his pups, taking his knot and his come every moment of the day so he could make sure you were always glowing with the radiance of motherhood.

It was that image of you—beautiful and knocked up, your eyes hazy with pleasure that came only from being impaled on his cock, and being locked on his knot—that made Steve come.

He grunted as the pleasure of his fist and his thoughts of you finally became too much, wrapping both his hands around his thick length, one squeezing his knot while the other pumped the rest of his shaft. His come erupted from the tip, streaming over the windowsill and dripping down to his bare feet on the wooden floor of his bedroom.

A growl tore from Steve’s lips while he came, a deep, dark part of his alpha hindbrain responding furiously to the fact that he was wasting his seed. He should be emptying his balls deep in your fertile cunt while your slick walls gripped his knot and milked every drop of his seed into your womb, where it belonged.

Steve’s release seemed to last for ages, longer than he’d ever experienced before, and if it wasn’t for the fact that his head finally started to clear when it abated, he would’ve been worried he’d gone into rut. But finally, Steve surfaced from the depths of his pleasure, and winced when he remembered the thoughts that had made him come.

Steve was appalled by the direction in which his imagination had gone, and felt guilty for imagining you in such a state as pregnant and bouncing on his cock—even as the reminder made his cock leak one last spurt of his release. Cursing and castigating himself, Steve moved away from the window to clean himself up and wipe down the spot where he’d been standing.

The entire time he was cleaning up after himself, Steve felt off-balance. He’d never felt such a pull toward an omega before you, and he’d never been so close to going into rut just from listening to an omega whimper and moan. If he didn’t know better, he would think you were his mate—the one omega in the whole world who was perfect for him.

But Steve pushed that thought aside and reminded himself you were too sweet for an alpha like him. You might’ve sounded desperate and needy while you suffered through your heat alone, but you deserved better than an alpha who could think of nothing else besides pumping you full of come and knocking you up with his child.

Steve felt disturbed all over again when he thought of the vivid, obscene things he’d imagined while he’d jerked himself off. He’d never been the type of alpha to get off on the idea of breeding, let alone pictured anyone swollen with his kid while they were impaled on his cock. Steve felt so far out of his depth, he swiped his clean hand down his face to try to regain the equilibrium that had been shattered by your pretty omega sounds.

Thankfully, you’d gone blessedly quiet at some point when Steve had been coming all over his windowsill. He tossed the rag he’d used to clean up his mess into the laundry and flopped down on his bed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any rest that night. It was a good thing he’d called out of work on heat leave.

Even as Steve lay in his bed, the refrain that you were too sweet for him repeating in his mind, he couldn’t help hoping that you were getting some much-needed rest. He’d never been one to worry over much about whether someone was sleeping or eating, but he wondered if you’d had a protein bar and drank a sports drink before falling asleep. He knew you needed to keep up your strength if you’d make it through your heat.

His thoughts spinning around in his mind, Steve fell into a light, fitful sleep, his alpha hindbrain remaining alert and attuned to the sounds coming from your cottage. Little did he know, it wouldn’t be long before everything would change. Something would happen that would force Steve to finally give in to the connection between him and the omega next door.

When you woke on the second morning of your heat, it was to a burning need cutting through your core, urging you to roll onto your knees and sink down on the silicone knot toy that had slipped from your pussy while you slept. Unbidden, the face of the alpha next door, Steve Rogers, popped into your mind and you sobbed through another wave of aching desire, wishing desperately that he was with you to help you through your heat.

You hadn’t met the alpha until after you’d moved into the little pink cottage next door to his much larger home, and you were instantly smitten with the former soldier. He was big—so much bigger than you—with broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were barely hidden beneath the tight t-shirts he always seemed to wear. But it was Steve’s thighs that were always so distracting to you, so thick they made you want to ride them until your slick was drenching his jeans.

A pitiful moan fell from your lips as you reached between your thighs, grasping blindly for the toy you’d discarded in your sleep. With your face still shoved into a pillow and sleep still clinging to the edges of your consciousness, you slid down on the thick silicone cock, pretending it belonged to Steve.

The alpha next door was just so…sweet.

It hadn’t taken you long after moving into your cottage to learn your neighbor’s schedule, and you made sure to always be working in the garden in front of your home when he got back from work. You lived for the growly greetings he would call to you, and the faint blush that would graze his cheekbones, like he was shy around you, his harmless omega neighbor.

And on the weekends, when you knew Steve wasn’t working, you sat on your back porch reading—though you were more often ogling the fit alpha’s shoulders and arms as he worked in his backyard. The sun would shine on Steve’s blond hair and make him look like a golden god, with sparkling blue eyes that would occasionally flick in your direction, though you didn’t think he was really looking at you.

Of course, when he’d offer to mow your lawn, you’d let him. Then, to show the alpha your thanks, you’d make him some nice refreshing lemonade. If that meant you could watch him quench his thirst while you imagined his sweet mouth on your body, drinking your slick as eagerly as he drank your lemonade, then that was just a bonus to being a good neighbor. Right?

It had become abundantly clear to you that you harbored a crush on Steve, and it was nearly excruciating living next to him when he didn’t seem interested in making a move on his omega neighbor. After all, it had been months, and he’d been nothing but friendly and respectful and sweet.

It was obvious, at least to you, that Steve was too sweet for you—too sweet to be the rough, dominant alpha you craved. Too sweet to bend you over and impale you on his thick cock with one stroke. Too sweet to shove his knot into your cunt and make you come so hard you saw stars. Too sweet to knock you up over and over again, filling up that big house of his with pups that you’d created together.

You’d told yourself it was for the best that Steve kept his distance. If he couldn’t be what you needed, then you didn’t want your crush to develop into unrequited feelings. But your heart didn’t listen, so you kept putting yourself in situations where you’d get to see your neighbor—working in your front garden when he got home, sitting on your back porch while he was in his backyard.

Then, you began to feel your heat coming on, and your thoughts about the alpha next door only worsened. It wasn’t uncommon anymore for unmated omegas to ask alpha friends or acquaintances to help them through their heats, but the prospect of asking Steve for his help, getting to come all over his knot for days on end, and then trying to go back to the way things were sounded torturous.

Instead, you went about your heat preparations as you always did, gathering supplies from the grocery store and stocking up the minifridge in your bedroom with sports drinks while you piled your bedside table high with protein bars. You closed and locked all the doors and windows of your cottage, drawing the curtains tight to keep out the sun.

You knew you were a bit of an odd omega, and you didn’t like total darkness in your nest, which was why you had been the only one interested in the little cottage. It had a skylight in the bedroom that any other omega would want closed and covered during their heat. The window itself was covered in a film that dampened most of the direct sunlight and you enjoyed the natural light, even when you were deep in your heat, so it was perfect for you.

It occurred to you, as you were preparing your room, that if you cracked open the skylight, the sounds you made during your heat would filter out from your cottage. Your desperate cries for a knot might even be heard by the alpha next door…

Later, you’d blame your decision to leave the skylight open on the dangerous combination of your pre-heat brain and the exquisite agony of your crush on Steve. But by that time, the little decision you’d made in the urgency of your heat preparations would’ve irrevocably changed your life—for the better—and you wouldn’t give a thought to regretting what you’d done.

Still, on that second morning of your heat, when you were woken by the need to be knotted and flooded with come, you didn’t even remember that you’d decided to leave the skylight open. So you had no idea whether it was working or not, whether Steve could hear you—but he wasn’t far from your thoughts as you rode your silicone alpha toy, trying to slake the need that burned through your body.

Your heats were always a little hazy, like most omega’s, with desire and need pounding through your blood so insistently, you couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. Your mind could only focus on getting a cock inside you, then a knot and, if you’d had an alpha to help you, the gush of their come. Since you were so mindless, you uttered words that you’d forgotten the second they fell from your lips.

The first night of your heat, when you’d had a moment of clear-headedness enough to gulp down a sports drink and scarf a protein bar, you’d hoped you hadn’t cried out anything that would embarrass you—like Steve’s name. You’d had a vague memory of calling out for an alpha, which was normal for an unmated omega, and a daddy, which was normal for you, given your desires when you weren’t going through your heat. But you’d breathed a sigh of relief when you didn’t remember calling out for Steve specifically.

You couldn’t imagine what would happen if you cried out Steve’s name while in heat. But you were about to find out.

The silicone toy in your cunt wasn’t cutting it. It had been just fine that first night, though you hadn’t felt as satisfied as you normally did, and you hadn’t slept as long as you typically did in between waves of your heat. Something about this heat felt different. You weren’t just desperate for an alpha’s knot and come, you wanted more…

You wanted a pup. You wanted an alpha’s cock shoved deep in your cunt, unloading their come against your cervix, filling your womb with a seed that would take and knock you up. You wanted to be bred—and not just by any alpha. You wanted the alpha next door to breed you.

Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve.

“Please,” you gasped, the word leaving your lips as you thought of your big, sweet alpha neighbor. His face came easily to your mind, those sparkling blue eyes and soft lips, that strong jaw and the way a blush turned his cheeks the most perfect shade of pink. “Please, alpha, need your knot, need your come,” you whined, speaking to the image of Steve in your mind.

You pushed yourself up onto your knees, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed and shoving it between your thighs, forcing the silicone alpha cock deeper into your cunt. Still, it wasn’t enough, even as you tried to make due.

You rocked your hips, trying to replicate the feeling of fucking yourself on an alpha’s cock, but it paled in comparison. A desperate whine worked its way up your throat, filling your room and slipping from the skylight into the morning air.

“Please, daddy, wanna have your baby,” you cried, your hands going to your tits and tugging on your nipples so roughly, pleasure and pain swirled through your body, creating a tornado of sensation that only fed the need burning in your core. “Wan’ you to knock me up, alpha, wanna give you pups, wan’ you to suck on my milky tits while you fuck me, daddy.” You groped your breasts, pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself, the sensations making your cunt gush slick all over the toy inside you.

The pleasure was gathering in your core, making you more desperate to reach the pinnacle of your climax. Your hips worked, humping the pillow and cock between your thighs, shoving yourself down against the knot at the base of the toy, knowing it was what you needed to come, but your pussy was still too tight to take it.

“Oh god, I need it, alpha, I need it, I need it,” you babbled mindlessly, fucking yourself furiously on the toy and still wishing it was Steve’s cock.

You pictured him beneath you, his cheeks tinged pink, not with a blush, but with the flush of his desire for you, his blue eyes nearly black from his pupils blowing wide as he stared up at you. His soft mouth parted as he groaned, his thick cock buried in your tight cunt, twitching as you squeezed him.

It was with that image in your mind that the fateful words spilled from your lips. You cried out desperately, “Knock me up, daddy, gimme your pup, please—please, breed me, Steve!”

So close to the edge of your release, you barely heard the distant crashing sound that echoed between your little cottage and the house that belonged to the alpha next door. All you heard were your gasping breaths and mindless moans, the toy shoving into your cunt making low squelching noises that only managed to turn you on more.

It was only when a much closer smashing sound preceded the swirl of cool morning air infiltrating your home, and flooding into your nest, that you were able to drag your attention away from your own desperate frustration. Your omega instincts were going haywire, part of you telling you something was wrong, while another part unfurled and shifted, like a flower blooming toward the sun.

Blinking your eyes to clear away the haze of your heat, your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ of surprise at the sight of the alpha in your bedroom doorway.

Steve’s big body filled the doorway, his hands clutching the wooden frame while his chest heaved with heavy breaths. It looked like he was trying to hold himself back, his grip so tight on your doorframe that a distant part of your mind worried it might splinter beneath his palms. But you couldn’t think too closely about that, not when your neighbor was staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes, like he wanted to fill you with his knot as badly as you wanted to be filled.

Your too sweet alpha neighbor’s mouth—which was normally curved in a soft, friendly smile—was twisted with ferocious lust, and when he spoke, his voice was a rough growl like nothing you’d ever heard from Steve.

“Invite me into your bed,” he rumbled, the order clear in his voice even if he didn’t use his alpha command. “Ask me to help you through your heat, tell me you want me here,” he went on through clenched teeth, an edge of desperation in his tone that called your heart—and your cunt. “Tell me you want me, omega.” His fingers gripped the doorframe tighter, and you heard the wood creak beneath his strength.

Your pussy spasmed and your heart lurched when Steve called you by your designation, but it was when his scent hit you that you felt something inside your being shift and lock into place. Steve smelled like home—like safety and security and love. He smelled like a future of wrangling children together and making love together and sitting on a porch swing together and growing old together.

In that moment, you knew what your instincts had known from the moment you met Steve—he was your mate. He was the one alpha in all the world who was meant for you, just as you were the omega meant for him. And once you knew that, it was the easiest thing in the world to part your lips and beg him to join you in your nest, in your bed, and help you through your heat.

“Please, Steve—please, mate, please help me,” you begged, your voice breathy with need and excitement, tears of joy shining in your eyes.

Something shifted in Steve’s expression when you called him your mate. You watched as he took a deep breath, scenting you the way you had him. A riot of emotions swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of his—disbelief, acknowledgement, acceptance, satisfaction, pride. You saw the moment he realized what you’d only just discovered, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“My omega, my mate,” Steve growled, finally letting go of the doorframe and launching himself at you.

Finally—finally—Steve was coming to you, closing the distance between you, and you’d never been happier in all your life. The alpha next door was your mate, and you hoped that meant he would be more than willing to knock you up and breed you like you needed.

Steve had woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of your sweet cries that morning, though they sounded much more desperate to his ears. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but you sounded less than satisfied with whatever toy you were using and Steve slid a hand down to his already hard cock, thinking you should’ve been riding him instead of some silicone dick.

He’d lazily stroked his cock, trying to restrain himself from coming all over his stomach, while listening to your increasingly desperate cries. Steve had fisted a hand in the sheets of his bed, hoping it would be enough to hold himself back from storming over to your cottage and taking your heat into his own hands.

Then, Steve heard you cry out his name and something in him snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, he’d thrown on some boxer briefs and stormed out of his bedroom, leaping down the stairs and throwing open the front door of his house so ferociously, he’d ripped it off some of the hinges.

Not even caring that he was leaving his door open, Steve charged over to your cottage, taking a little bit more care with your front door when he broke the lock and pushed it open, flinging it closed behind him. He knew it was likely stuck closed thanks to the broken lock, but Steve only cared that it would prevent anyone else from getting into your home. He’d deal with getting out later. Much later.

Finally, Steve got to the doorway of your bedroom, your nest, and he’d stumbled to a stop at the sight that lay before him.

You were perched in the center of your big bed, a pillow wedged between your thighs, the knot of a toy barely visible while you humped futilely on the fake cock. Your delicate fingers groped your tits, squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself—that thought making even more blood rush to Steve’s cock. Desperate whimpers and whines fell from your lips, more pleas to be knocked up and filled with pups, and they were nearly his undoing.

At the last second, Steve gripped the doorframe, holding himself back from pouncing on you, as he tried to remember why he shouldn’t be there. You were an unmated omega, in heat, and he hadn’t gotten permission to be in your nest, let alone help you through your heat. And you were too sweet for him…

God, you looked sweet, though. Sweet enough that Steve’s mouth watered with the thought of how slick you were, how good you would taste on his tongue. Even from the doorway, he could see the way your wetness had soaked the pillow between your thighs. He wanted to taste you, to scent you, he wanted you.

Steve was seconds away from launching himself at you when your gaze finally landed on him. It was the delighted surprise in your eyes that urged him to ground out a desperate plea for consent to enter your room and help you through your heat. Blessedly, you seemed coherent enough to answer—but you didn’t only answer and beg for his help, you called him your mate.

That word struck a chord in Steve’s chest, his heart pounding even harder at the impossible prospect that you were his mate—that you were meant to be his. But he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of you and opening himself up to the possibility that you were his.

You even smelled sweet, like the pink roses in your front garden—or, rather, the peace Steve felt when he came home to find you tending to your flowers. You smelled like the warmth of a gentle fire and the giddiness of butterfly kisses. You smelled like life, like the time unfurling before the two of you, years and decades spent with each other, making each other happy.

It was as if Steve truly came alive for the first time when he scented you, and the last tether of the self-restraint holding him back from you snapped.

“My omega, my mate,” he rumbled in a low purr, a voice he’d never even heard himself use before. But he didn’t have time to think about that too closely—he only knew he needed to get to you.

As quickly as he could, Steve surged into your room, tearing off his boxer briefs—the only clothing he’d had the presence of mind to put on, and he was thankful for it, since it saved him the grief of a public indecency charge—in the few steps it took to get to your bed.

By the time Steve tackled you into the tangle of blankets and pillows, he was naked as the day he was born, his cock throbbing with need and brushing against swaths of your soft, bare skin, leaving his precum behind. The alpha cradled your body in his strong arms as he rolled you beneath him, his narrow hips slotting perfectly between your plush thighs, his hard length resting against your mound.

But there was something in his way, something that shouldn’t be inside you and Steve couldn’t help but growl, “Get that fucking toy out of my cunt, ‘mega.” He softened the fury in his voice with light, fleeting kisses to your cheeks and temple and forehead, greedy to taste the sweetness of your skin.

“Yes, alpha,” you gasped, fumbling between your bodies to wrench the silicone dick from your tight hole.

The sweet submission in your voice was too much for Steve—he had to taste it. Slanting his lips to yours, Steve kissed you for the first time, groaning into your mouth at the wondrous feeling of your mouth beneath his. You tasted better than you smelled, like radiant sunshine bursting on his tongue and casting a golden glow over his entire body.

Deepening the kiss, Steve plundered your mouth, stroking his tongue against yours and nipping at your lips until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your entire body trembled with unslaked need, your fingers clinging to his bulging biceps as you cried out for him, all of which stroked Steve’s alpha ego so much, his cock twitched and leaked against your belly.

“Please, Steve—daddy—alpha—I need you inside me,” you wailed in a broken voice and Steve’s instincts took over.

He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock finding your slick hole and he pushed forward, sinking his hard length into your cunt with one thrust. Steve’s entire world realigned, his heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your tight heat consuming him, overwhelming him. An animalistic groan left his lips, and he buried the sound in your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried not to come immediately.

With Steve’s cock finally buried inside you, he felt your body relax beneath him, your moan of pleasure dissolving into a sigh of relief. Steve’s hindbrain felt a deep satisfaction at the way you melted in his arms, your submission to him apparent in the loosening of your muscles. Finding your lips again, Steve kissed you sweetly, cherishing the moment of calm before your heat urged the two of you to move.

“Thank you, alpha,” you whispered, your voice soft and blissful and the most content Steve had heard it since your heat began in earnest the day before. “The toys weren’t working.” You pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek on your way to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing so deeply he could hear your inhale, making his cock twitch in the depths of your pussy.

Then, your words pierced through the haze of pleasure in Steve’s mind and he purred, smiling into your neck when you relaxed further beneath him, responding to him.

“You needed your mate, didn’t you, baby?” Steve cooed, lavishing your neck with kisses until you were whining and squirming beneath him. “Needed your daddy to pound your needy little cunt like only your alpha could, huh?” He started rolling his hips in tight circles, grinding into your cunt, his knot rubbing your clit in a way that had you clenching deliciously around him. “Needed me to pump your sweet little womb full of come, huh, needed me to give you a pup?”

As soon as the heated words fell from Steve’s lips, he wished he could take them back. He’d heard you beg him to breed you, but that was when you were riding a silicone alpha dick, not when you were seconds away from taking Steve’s knot.

Mentally, Steve chastised himself for letting his mouth run away from him so soon. He’d barely gotten his cock in you and he was already talking about knocking you up. He didn’t want you to think he was that kind of alpha, one that only wanted an omega to pump out babies for him—even though the thought did make Steve rock hard.

“Sorry, ‘mega,” Steve mumbled, shifting his arms beneath your body so he could cradle your head in one hand, holding you still while he rocked his hips into yours, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and anywhere he could reach.

“Sorry for what?” you asked on a gasp, hooking your legs around Steve’s sides and clinging to him so you could grind on his thick cock.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem turned off or scared by Steve’s breeding talk. If anything, the way you arched your spine and shoved your cunt down on his dick made him think you liked it. But surely that couldn’t be true.

“Didn’t mean to mention pups so soon,” Steve said gruffly, hiding his face in your neck so you wouldn’t see the blush that he knew was turning his cheeks pink.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your cunt squeezing Steve’s cock as your body writhed beneath his. “Wanna give you so many pups, alpha,” you cried, humping up from beneath Steve’s big body, riding his cock harder than you’d been riding your toy when he’d walked in.

Steve went cross-eyed at the assault on his senses. Between the perfect heat of your slick pussy gripping his cock, teasing his knot every time you rocked against him, and the sound of your sweet voice confessing you wanted him to knock you up, Steve’s body shuddered with the effort it took not slam his knot home and flood your womb with his seed to give you exactly what you wanted.

“You like that idea, huh?” Steve rumbled, hungry passion and desire coursing through his body and urging him to move faster, to fuck you harder. He pulled out of your fluttering pussy and slammed back inside, relishing the desperate cry that left your lips and the way your fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. “You like it when your alpha tells you how much he wants to breed you?”

Despite his best efforts, Steve could hear the thread of insecurity in his question, and he wasn’t surprised when you cupped his face and moved his head up so you could look into his eyes. What he didn’t expect was the sheer amount of pleasure and desire in your hazy gaze, or the mixture of sweetness and depravity in the little smirk you gave him.

“I do, daddy,” you said, your voice breathy but no less firm in your resolve. “I want to hear everything you’ve thought about doing to your little omega—want you to breed me, alpha.”

Everything else in the world melted away as Steve focused on you—his omega, his mate—and the fact that he was going to try his damndest to give you what you wanted. After all, that was his duty as your alpha. You were his to take care of, to provide for, to protect, to cherish—to fuck and to knot.

You were his to love—you were his to breed. And Steve planned on loving you and breeding you plenty.

You’d never felt anything so good as Steve sinking his thick alpha cock into your weeping cunt, and you nearly sobbed in relief as the edge of aching, burning need finally abated. This was what you needed—not a toy or any alpha’s cock, but your mate’s. Your body and omega instincts had known something was wrong, and it had taken a slip of your tongue to fix it.

Even if it had been an accident to cry out Steve’s name, you couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not when you finally felt something like satisfaction. The need of your heat still burned bright beneath your skin, but for a moment, you could revel in the feeling of being so intimately connected to your mate, your Steve—the alpha next door.

The words of thanks had slipped past your lips before you could stop them, and you loved the teasing way he responded. But then you felt a shift in Steve. He’d seemed to feel guilty for mentioning pups, but even his apology turned you on, making your arousal burn hotter. Your body had been unable to still when you needed him so badly—needed to give him pups, needed to grow round with his child and know that he had claimed you in the most primal way possible.

Your brain had short-circuited when Steve had said he wanted to breed you, but you’d still heard the anxiousness in his tone and you’d guided his head up so you could look at him. The uncertainty and guilt in Steve’s beautiful blue eyes nearly broke your heart. He was too sweet for words, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with even the words he said in the heat of the moment.

Between one breath and the next, you fell in love with Steve Rogers. He wasn’t simply the alpha next door, he was your mate, and he was yours. A fierce possessiveness filled your chest as you smirked up at your alpha, determining to show him exactly how much you wanted everything he’d said.

“Want you to breed me, alpha,” you begged on a moan, your hips rising up off the bed to meet the brutal thrusts of your mate. “Fill me up with your pups, daddy, please, I need it!” You held Steve’s gaze, letting him see the pleasure on your face, hear the genuineness of your words.

You saw the moment Steve’s insecurity and guilt melted into desire and determination. His blue eyes darkened and his face twisted into a mask of sinful resolve. He looked like a fallen god, with his golden hair and tanned skin, framed perfectly in the little bit of morning light filtering in through the skylight above your bed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, fluttering as he thrust inside you, teasing your hole with his knot.

“Don’t worry, ‘mega,” Steve rumbled, ducking down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that left you gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. “We’re making a baby today.”

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, spreading your legs wider in an effort to let Steve fuck you deeper. He grinned, shifting his hands to your thighs and pushing them up against your chest, folding you in half and pounding you into the bed.

“Gonna fill up your perfect cunt with all the seed in my balls, and if it doesn’t take today, ‘m gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing with my come—until your belly’s bulging with it,” Steve growled, rutting into you with a ferociousness you never would’ve expected from your sweet alpha neighbor. But Steve’s sweetness was never far from the surface, and he proved it by lowering his voice to a deep rumble that you felt in your belly, asking, “Mm, ’s that what you want, baby, want daddy to give you a pup?”

You were pinned beneath Steve, his cock fucking you so hard, your room was filing with the wet squelching sounds of your soaking cunt and the sharp rhythm of your alpha’s thighs slapping against your own. But still, it was his words that seemed to have the most effect on you, turning you into a writhing, needy creature who’d only be satisfied when Steve emptied his balls deep in your cunt.

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, your fingers clinging to Steve’s shoulders, digging into his warm, golden skin while he fucked you into oblivion. “Want you to knock me up, wanna give you a pup, wanna grow big and round with your child and feed you both from my milky tits,” you babbled, throwing your head back and screaming when Steve’s cock hit against your cervix, pleasure and pain swirling like an inferno in your body. “Please, daddy, god, I need it, I need it—knot me, breed, me, Steve, please!”

“Baby,” Steve groaned, capturing your lips in another kiss while he rutted into you faster and harder, his knot pressing against your tight hole with every thrust and teasing you with the stretch of it. “You’re gonna get a pup, alright,” he growled when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re gonna pop out a kid for me and then I’m gonna fill you right back up.” Steve moaned, his body shuddering and you knew he was close. “Wanna watch you bounce on my cock with your belly ripe and swollen with my pups, your tits heavy with milk—the prettiest mommy and mate an alpha could ask for.”

“Steve,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing him and thrusting your hips up to meet his. “Please, make me a mommy, alpha—wanna be a mommy, please, daddy, daddy, please!” Then your lips were too preoccupied with Steve’s, kissing him messily in between desperate moans while he fucked you hard and fast.

Finally, Steve pulled back and thrust forward with so much power, his knot pushed inside your tight cunt and you screamed in pleasure, the feeling of his thick bulge stretching your tight hole sending you over the edge into the most earth-shattering release you’d felt in your life. It was a transcendental experience, coming on your mate’s cock, your alpha surrounding you and filling you up in every way possible.

As your body squeezed Steve’s cock, he groaned loudly in your ear, burying his face in your neck while his hips stuttered against yours, trying to fuck you with his knot but unable to move because your bodies were locked so tightly together. Then, with a moan of, “my mate,” you felt the moment Steve began to come. His cock twitched deep inside your cunt, a warmth filling you as he shot rope after rope of come against your cervix, filling your womb.

For a long time, the two of you stayed locked together, riding out your releases in each other’s embrace. Giggles and moans filled the room, each of you kissing the other wherever you could reach while you basked in your pleasure together. You breathed in the scent of Steve, your lips dragging up and down the column of his throat while he kissed your neck and shoulder and just beneath your ear, making you shiver.

Eventually, when the squeezing of your cunt was reduced to a flutter and your body had milked every last drop of seed from Steve’s cock, the two of you settled. Your heat had abated for the moment. Though need still burned low in the core of your body, reminding you it wasn’t over just yet.

But you had a bit of a respite, and you took the time to revel in you newfound mate. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, which was flushed pink with pleasure.

You felt Steve’s smile against your skin and then he was rising up so you could see the full blush that tinged your alpha’s cheeks. He looked so sweet and ruined, his blond hair a mess, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction, a deeply smug smile on his plump lips.

“Feeling better, ‘mega?” he asked, though there was so much male satisfaction in his tone, you were certain he already knew the answer.

Still, you liked seeing this side of Steve. Typically you didn’t like cocky alphas, but Steve looked so hot when he was confident, your pussy fluttered around his knot at the sight of his smirk.

“I am, daddy,” you said softly, smiling up at your alpha, enjoying the way his smirk deepened as you confirmed what he knew. You couldn’t help but stroke his ego a little more. “Now that you’re here to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes softened and he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. “Good,” he said when he pulled away. Then his arms were wrapping around you and he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him until you were splayed across his broad chest, your bodies still locked together by his knot.

It would deflate soon enough, but you reveled in the feeling while it lasted, snuggling into Steve’s arms. Sleep called to you, but Steve was still moving and you when you opened your eyes, you found him reaching for your stash of provisions on your bedside table.

“Gotta eat and hydrate, baby,” Steve murmured as he unwrapped a protein bar and began feeding it to you. Even though you were exhausted, you knew he was right and you let him feed you, only sitting up when it was time to gulp down some of the sports drink he offered you. “Good girl, ‘mega, doing so well for your alpha,” Steve said, praising you while you ate and drank.

When you were done, Steve tossed the empty wrappers and bottles back onto your bedside table and relaxed into the many pillows on your bed. You settled down on his chest, your body sated in every way possible, muscles going loose when your alpha began to purr.

“Thank you, alpha,” you mumbled, the urge to sleep more insistent since you were fed. Steve’s hands smoothed down your back, tracing your spine lightly with his fingertips in a way that made you melt even further into him.

“Don’t need to thank me,” he grumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “You’re my mate, ‘m gonna do everything I can to take care of you—and our kids.” He added the last bit like it was an afterthought, but you knew Steve meant it, and your heart warmed at his protectiveness.

You smiled into Steve’s warm skin, nuzzling into his neck beneath his jaw, breathing in the scent of him—the scent of home—but his words made you remember something you should tell him.

“Steve, ‘m on birth control,” you murmured sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to the thick column of his neck. “Thought you should know.” You snorted a little, laughing at yourself for the silliness of your last statement, even though it was true.

The rumble of Steve’s purr changed as he chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist for a moment before he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over your cooling bodies. “Figured, ‘mega,” he rumbled, his voice so warm, you could hear his smile. “Doesn’t mean ‘m gonna stop picturing you round with my pup, even if it’s a while before that happens.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgment, then pouted as you processed his words. “As long as it’s not a long while,” you muttered, hardly listening to what you were saying because you were so close to sleep.

Steve chuckled again, his hands squeezing you lightly. “It’ll be as long or as short as you want, baby,” he assured you in a gruff voice that was thick with just as much tiredness as yours. “I’d give you a pup today if I could.”

You smiled, your heart filling with emotion, and pressed your lips to your alpha’s neck. You might’ve been exhausted, but it didn’t stop you from murmuring the words your heart urged you to say, “I love you, Steve.”

Steve’s purr deepened, and he held you close, no hesitation in his voice when he said, “I love you, too.” Your alpha brushed a kiss to your cheek and smacked your ass very lightly. “Now rest, omega, we still have to get through the rest of your heat.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe and protected and satisfied in the arms of your mate, your bodies still locked together by Steve’s knot. You never would’ve expected anything to come of your crush on your neighbor—and you never would’ve expected he’d be a perfect fit for your desires, let alone your mate.

But, you knew the two of you were going to live a happy life together—and you couldn’t wait to spend every moment of it with the alpha next door.

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yanderenightmare · 1 year ago

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TW: noncon, yandere, omegaverse, subjugation, some type of sexism, angsty, also a little fluffy?

fem reader

Discussions about superiority and inferiority between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas have become more popular lately. It’s always been many people’s opinion that the weak should cater to those stronger than them—but a debate with that as its topic is unsavory. Unfortunately, they’ve found new ways to phrase it.

A resonating “Unmated Omegas are a danger to themselves!” garners much more sympathy…

And with the rise of people talking about it in the media, it was only natural to move the conversation into school as well.

You keep your head bowed in class as the chill runs down your spine. You feel the glare of thirty fellow students—the points of their teeth, too, and how they snicker under their breath. It’s always been rather scary being an omega, but you can’t say you’ve ever felt quite so alone.

The teacher’s an alpha, so why should he care how what he says impacts you? He’s preaching to the choir, and you’ve never had the right to sing. The three other Omegas in your class have all chosen to stay home. They probably have the right idea—wait it out until it all blows over.

But you don’t know when that might be… You don’t know if that will be.

Society is on the precipice of critical change—new politics, new laws, new systems, new rights that separate you from them. You wallow in fear of the outcome, lying awake at night and scrolling through the news under the safety of your duvet. The statements seem endless. You wonder, why are all politicians Alphas?

You don’t want any of the things they’re suggesting—mating homes to help you find the perfect Alpha to bond with, systematic pairings done from birth, auctions. Is no one going to suggest they put shock collars on all Alphas and Betas to keep them in check? They’re the ones who need to—

“Your scent is distracting the whole class—don’t you feel ashamed?”

It’s too easy for him to have you bent over the desk, your wrist on your back in his big fist as he wraps his tie around them. He and his goons stand around, all smiles—watching—enjoying it. It’s as if they’ve planned the whole thing, the way two of them peel away from the crowd to grab each their pick of your feet. Parting them, they use your own shoelaces to tie them to the desk legs.

The ringleader laughs. There’s an awful smell coming off him in waves—it makes you quiver. He flips your skirt up and whistles at the sight, showing everyone your ass and cotton undies. The bulge he presses against you is enough to make your tears spill despite how hard you’d fought to keep them at bay, knowing it only arouses them further.

“Aww, don’t cry, little bitch. You should be happy,” he coos, leaning over your trapped form to whisper right at your ear. “Don’t you know? You’ll never feel happier than you will bouncing on my big Alpha dick. It’s all your little Omega cunt dreams about, isn’t it?” He snickers, fiddling with his belt buckle—you flinch at every sharp clink as he jostles the metal. “Well, salvation is here—”

“Keep it to yourself.” Another voice breaks through the sounds of hollers and cheers.

Your eyes open to see him. You despise how your heart jumps in relief.

“Oi, you—” the guy at your back challenges, stepping away from you and toward the interruption.

“Yeah, me,” he states blankly, jaded. He eyes the rest of the guys with disinterest—five betas, zero threat—before telling them, “All of you. Scram.”

They all take a step to walk out as if his voice alone had compelled them, but then the previous guy interjects, making them stop in their tracks again. “Tch—you know what they’re saying. All unmated Omegas are free game, and I won this one. So back off.”

It was like watching a match of tug-of-war.

“Heh,” the intruder laughs. “That rule only counts for Alphas.”

You spot your aggressor's fists curl—there’s a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. “I am an Alpha, asshole.”

“Really?” he feigns, sizing him up with a cocky tilt of his head. “Couldn’t tell.” He doesn’t seem fazed in light of the aggression—actually, it seems to amuse him if anything. “To me, you smell no different from all these other Beta losers.”

He takes a casual step forward, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face—baring canines with grace.

“But if you wanna prove it, I’m ready when you are.”

It’s quiet after the declaration. The betas are unsure who’s side to pick, none of them eager to get caught in the middle. It becomes a competition purely between the two Alphas.

Without backup, your aggressor backs down and leaves.

“Thought so,” your savior jeers, showing the crowd out, closing and locking the door behind them.

It’s quiet after they’ve left.

You hide your face. Listening to his footsteps approach—he sighs when taking the place of the former guy. He doesn’t touch you, though.

“Y’know…” he starts. “That guy might be trash, but he isn’t wrong…” He picks up your skirt and drapes it back in place. “None of this would ever happen if you weren’t unmated.”

You speak through grit teeth. “Untie me.”

He chuckles familiarly at that, clicking his tongue at you. “What? Aren’t you gonna say please?” But he does what you say anyway. Squatting down, he starts with your ankles.

The scent of your fear still lingers in the air despite your tough act. You’ve always been so steadfast, ever since you were kids, even when it does you no good. He frees your feet—one, then the other, slowly—he even reties your laces into pretty bows before he’s done.

He remembers it being so obvious. The sun rose in the morning and the moon at night, and you were supposed to be an Alpha while he a Beta at best. You promised you’d be by his side to keep him safe forever, and he wanted nothing more.

But then puberty hit, and nothing was as you’d imagined.

He stands and unknots the tie keeping your wrists restrained.

You immediately push him off—already storming away.

“Do I get no thank you, no nothing? Always so stubborn—” He grabs your arm.

You spin around, an unnatural snarl on your face. “Let go!”

You’d have been a terrifying Alpha. But as fate has it, you’re not. And you shouldn’t act like it. It only lands you in trouble.

But he doesn’t say that.

“You been watchin’ the news?” he says instead, ignoring your cry and keeping a firm grip on your arm. “Seems like auctions are winning the voters. You know what that means?”

He feels you flinch, followed by a quiver. He can tell. No matter how good you are at hiding it. He can see—the way you’re fraying at the edges, barely holding it together. Always acting so strong. He can’t tell whether you enjoy torturing yourself or if you’re just that good at convincing yourself you’re fine.

“Pretty soon, new authorities are gonna come storming in here, roundin’ up every sorry unmated Omega they find, and put ‘em all on a farm where pompous Alphas can have their pick of the litter.”

He can never tell what you’re thinking, but he knows he doesn’t need to tell you any of this. You’re not stupid, you never have been. He knows you already know. But…

“You should decide now while it’s still your choice.”

You must be terrified. He understands. But truly… it’s obvious what you have to do, isn’t it?

“It’s not like you have many options.”

It’s obvious. It always has been.

You don’t meet his eyes. You haven’t for a long while. Actually, you haven't since both of you got your test results. He understands this wasn’t what you had in mind, but you can’t afford to mope about it forever—

“How am I supposed to choose any Alpha when you’re all such assholes…”

Your mutter stunts him. It wasn’t what he expected. Or, the words were more or less exactly something he’d expect from you, but that voice—quiet and soft, dangling on the brink of sweet. If you’d said anything else, he’d have taken it as a confession.

“Can't argue with that,” he ends up chuckling again.

You hate how easy this is for him. He would cry at every turn when you were kids. It’s unfair.

“But you can’t keep doing this, either,” he states. His voice is soft, paired with that ugly authority they all have when talking to you—talking down to you. “Just look where it gets you—scared and exhausted because of it. At least have the brains to stay home.” He says it as if it’s a joke, but you both know it isn’t. His chuckles are light—far from fullhearted.

He bends down, trying to find your eyes. He still holds onto your arm, knowing you’d sooner stomp away than listen to him. His other hand brushes your cheek gently, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You hear the call from the rafters—it’s not about what you want anymore. It’s about what you need.”

That’s what they say, isn’t it? What you need. You want to slap him. Scratch him with claws, bite his throat out—make him choke on his own words. Need? What you need is for them all to fuck off.

You mean to say it with the same sentiment, but something hard and rough in your throat makes all your words come out wobbly. “Mate an Alpha to stay safe from other Alphas. What a joke.”

You bow your head further. The tears return. They burn as they trail down the sore streaks from before.

He’s never seen you like this. He won’t lie, it makes his pants tight—feeling the urge to suck your cheeks, hold you close and comfort you. But knowing you right, you’d probably never let him. Your face would probably scrunch up in disgust, punch his gut, knee his groin, then turn on your heel and leave him on the floor wheezing.

You really would have made the most terrifying Alpha.

“The world isn’t fair,” he agrees. “But you get nowhere cryin’ about it—do it my way, and you’ll never—”

“Have any freedom,” you cut him off with a sniffle.

It’s about the most adorable thing he’s seen in his life.

He gets why you don’t like Alphas—they’re all gross. He makes himself sick sometimes. He can’t believe he’s getting off on watching you have a mental breakdown. There’s something seriously wrong with his side of the species. His throat’s tight, mouth watery with the urge to reap your vulnerability.

Suppressing it only makes his inner beast furious. Some of that aggression comes out in his next words.

“I’m sorry, but the world doesn’t give a shit about your freedom.”

The grip around your arm tightens, and you look up in shock—watching his narrowed eyes through your watery ones.

“What you need is safety—now more than ever. Or do you like being preyed on by every Alpha around the corner?”

Your bottom lip trembles at the reality of it—a little while ago, you were almost—

“One of these days, I'm not gonna be here in time, and you’ll be a slave to some fucking—”

He huffs and hangs his head. His hand loosens up—it trembles where he holds you in place.

“In all honesty, I think I’m more scared than you,” he whispers under his breath. “I think I might kill—”

He stops himself again. You don’t know if it’s in an effort not to frighten you or himself.

“Speak about needs…” he begins anew, now softer. “I need to know you’re safe. I need to—” He looks up. His eyes are back to being round. “I need you more than you need me, probably.”

There’s a desperation on his face. It almost looks like he’s on the verge of tears himself.

“So… please?” he begs. “Will you keep me safe like you promised and stay by my side?”

Your tears dry and prickle. Looking into his eyes now, you see the same boy you knew back in your childhood—that one who’d chase you all over even when you’d call him a sniveling crybaby. You realize, Alpha or not, he hadn’t changed all that much at all.

“It’s not like you need my permission,” you end up saying.

You’ve always been so hard-headed. He has to smile. “No, but I want it.”

You nibble your lip. You can’t believe you’re at the mercy of this big dumb hunk of… you don’t have the words to describe him. He wasn’t exactly a crybaby anymore.

“Okay. You win.”

His eyes widen as you bear your neck with a stretch. Head high and shoulders slack.

You swallow thickly. “Get it over with.”

He shudders at the sight. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but now it almost seemed too soon.

“We should be supervised by a professional—you know how wrong things can go—”

“Hurry up before I change my mind.” Your eyes remain shut, and your lips pursed.

His tongue grows thick in his mouth at your bark. A sudden stroke of performance anxiety makes his palms sweaty, hands heavy and shaking. But then the sight of your soft neck has his mood shift, becoming drowsy.

He has no control over the growl that begins rumbling from his gut.

But he doesn’t apologize for it either.

He bends forward—breaths on your chest before he licks your throat. You can’t help but whimper at the warmth. He watches you through hooded eyes—your usually angry face is now all cute, riddled with anxiety you try hiding paired with the grim anticipation of pain.

“Shh,” he soothes, kissing the spot softly. He sways you against him, then lifts you up on the desk for you to sit. Grazing your neck with teeth when feeling your hands tangle two fistfuls of his shirt. He expects you to push him away, but you don’t—you tug him closer instead as if silently telling him to hurry up.

But he doesn’t want to rush, doesn’t want to lose himself—that’s how accidents happen. So he sticks to sucking gently, only tiny nibbles that leave your skin hot and lightly bruised in their wake.

You give a moan once he finds the spot, and he growls in restraint upon the pretty sound—feeling you relax despite being threatened with his teeth right at your artery. He almost humps your leg in return, feeling the boil of blood pump him hot and heavy in his pants—breaths turning equally hot and heavy, each one laced with rust.

Drool coated your neck in a cool sheen, soothing the marks made beneath it, while his lips and fangs aroused pleasure in the spot that now ached for the sting of his bite.

“Please,” slipped from your mouth while tugging him closer.

His eyes, completely drunk on the pretty prayer, had only a slim rim of color left surrounding the hungering bottomless pits, blown full and black with opium.

No one could come and take you away from him now. Not with his print so pretty on your neck. You were his—just as you were always supposed to be.

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cruel-as-sin · 6 months ago

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take the weight off his shoulders | logan howlett

pt. 2

↳ summary: you're a stripper and old man!logan comes into the club where you work- so you decide to show him a good time.

word count: 3k

song: older | isabel larosa

pairings: old man!logan x fem!stripper!reader

content warnings: 18+ content (MDNI), smut, porn w/o plot, prostitution/strip clubs, age gap (readers age is unspecified but she is an adult), praise kink, gentle sex, striptease and lapdance hehe, size difference, protected p in v, grinding, handjob, lingerie mentioned, the glasses stay on, practice safe sex everyone (lmk if i missed anything!)

↳ a/n: ao3 saw this first and it took way too long for me to move it over to tumblr but. here it is lmao. as i said there old man logan does something CRAZY to me so it was only fitting i wrote about him, enjoy! also this is not proofread so apologies for any mistakes :’)

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Logan's not sure why he goes into the club across the street.

Maybe he needs to feel young again. Maybe he's bored. Maybe the adamantium poisoning the rest of him has finally managed to get to his brain and turned his thoughts into some sort of horny, befuddled shit show.

Or maybe, just maybe, he really is just that fucking desperate.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It's past midnight when he walks through the door. You've been busy all night, but things are finally starting to wind down, the customers that frequent the small establishment slowly trickling out until only a few remain. None of them are your regulars, and given how empty the doorway has been, you're honestly considering calling it a night and going home early. The past few days have been hellish, full of people who didn't do a damn thing to turn you on, and you'd love nothing more than to sink into a warm, cozy bed and drift off to sleep. Tonight, you've been roaming the floor for the past hour without getting anything- everybody is either interested in another one of the workers or entirely fixated on the dancers.

It's not that you don't like your job- you do. Sure, being a stripper isn't the most flattering form of work, but the bills are paid. That's all that really counts these days. Your pride has long since been discarded in favor of earning hefty tips from the sleazy guys who are dumb enough to believe that you'd actually be into them. You put on a good show, of course, but if it weren't for the money? Not a fucking chance.

You like it that way. Hardly any of your clients go beyond the intimacy of a private dance, mainly because you don't let them, reserving that for your favorites. But you haven't met someone who turns you on in a long while, and without the occasional thrill of a real good time from a customer, you're starting to get bored. The days are blurring together, nothing separating the good days from the bad ones, if there even is such a thing anymore.

You're on your way to ask your boss if you can get off early when you hear the bell ring. You groan internally, realizing that you're the only one on the floor who isn't occupied, meaning if this client is interested, they're yours.

Damn it.

So much for an early night.

You're midway through praying to whatever God is out there that this client tips well when you turn and actually lay eyes on them. The moment you do, your mind goes blank, your prayers long forgotten as your thoughts become consumed by him.

He's older- much older. Pushing sixty, at least. It's not inherently a bad thing, but typically the older they are, the more entitled they become.

You're not usually into older men, finding them self-centered, greedy, unable to keep up with your desires; but you're not even ashamed to admit that this stranger could ask you to do just about anything and you'd probably agree in a heartbeat.

The man is tall, big, his muscular form obvious even underneath the suit and tie he wears. His salt and pepper hair is short, accompanied by a scruffy beard you're certain would feel like heaven against your thighs. His tie is loose, his top button undone, and he's got on a pair of dollar-store glasses that he hasn't even pulled the tag off of. There's a weight to him, an exhaustion that seems to have infiltrated the deepest parts of his soul, as if he's seen things you couldn't even begin to fathom- and yet, he's here, seeking some semblance of relief.

Lucky for him, you know exactly how to give it to him.

He looks around like he's lost, the colorful lights and sultry music overwhelming, the center stage where your coworkers get dollar bills thrown at their feet foreign to him. By the time you've made your way over, your legs moving of their own accord, he's turning to leave. "Hey." You call out, and he stops, turning back around to face you.

He's even bigger up close, and his eyes roam over your form almost shamefully before finally meeting your own. "I was just leaving." His voice is rough, a little scratchy, and while you're sure it's supposed to be intimidating, all it does is further fuel the heat pooling between your legs.

"So soon?" You look up at him with a doe-eyed gaze you're well aware makes men weak in the knees.

"I shouldn't be here." He says, but he doesn't walk away from you.

You move a little closer so your breath is fanning across his neck, your voice dripping with suggestion. "I could show you a good time."

"Listen, sweetheart, I've got-"

Sweetheart.

"Let me take care of you." You lean up to whisper in his ear. Your breath is hot against his skin, your mouth tantalizingly close, and you can feel the way he twitches slightly- an exercise of self-control.

A moment passes, two, and he lets out a long breath. "Fuck, darlin'." He reaches out, hesitant to touch, as if he's not sure how this works, doesn’t want to cross some invisible line he hasn’t learned exists. You take his hand, guiding it to your waist, reaching up to put one hand on the back of his neck. "You sure know how to get a guy wrapped around your finger."

In response, you give a coy smile, taking his tie in one hand and giving it a soft tug. He allows you to guide him, pulling him along by the tie you're sure he has a million ideas of what to do with.

You lead him into a private room, pulling the curtain closed behind you, letting his tie slip out of your grasp. His eyes dart around for a moment, but then you're in front of him again, reaching up and sliding his blazer off of his shoulders. You hang it up on the wall, then return, now slowly guiding him backwards and giving him a gentle shove into the leather chair near the wall. He raises an eyebrow as you circle him, leaning in from behind to whisper in his ear. "Just relax." You murmur, letting your lips graze his neck before pulling away. He leans back, eyes following your every move, a stare that feels like it could set you on fire.

You put on a good show for him- dancing, teasing, tantalizingly close, but never touching. Not yet. You can see the hunger in his gaze, the restraint it takes for him not to pull you down into his lap and keep you there. You give him a strip tease, taking off your bra and letting your breasts go free. His eyes roam over you, a murmured word, "Beautiful," leaving his lips, and that makes your already soaked panties drenched.

Then you give him a lap dance- and unlike most of the men you meet, he doesn't touch, doesn't paw at you. Instead he waits, lets you set the pace, doesn't do anything without your permission. Your hands go to his tie, undoing it at a speed you know is killing him, tossing it aside.

Finally, you rest yourself entirely on his lap, and whisper in his ear. "You can touch now, if you want to."

His hands immediately settle on your hips, like they belong there. You grind down against him, feeling him tense beneath you at the friction against his clothed cock. You repeat the motion, relishing in the groan it elicits from him. His grip on your hips tightens slightly, and he begins to guide your motions, pressing you down against his thigh in a way that makes you moan. It's a small, soft sound, but it still makes him smile. “Atta girl, that’s it.” He huffs approvingly. You keep going, feeling yourself almost get lost in the rhythmic movement before you come back to your senses.

Your hands move to the collar of his shirt, slowly beginning to undo the buttons, revealing his toned chest. You only get about halfway down before his hands are gripping your wrists, and your protest dies on your lips when he leans up and kisses you.

He tastes like cigar smoke and whiskey, a blend that should be uncomfortable but is somehow pleasant. His tongue slips into your mouth, tangling with yours as he pulls you closer. By the time he finally pulls away for air, you're dizzy, flushed.

A kiss- almost as personal as a name.

You've never met a man who could make you feel like this- and certainly not without getting all your clothes off first.

His words snap you out of your breathless haze. "Let me touch you, baby." His voice is both a plea and a demand, and who are you to deny him such a request?

A simple nod is all it takes before his hands are on you, roving over your breasts with an appreciative groan. You can't help the way your hips rock against him, and one of his hands goes down to your ass, encouraging you to grind against him again. His other hand rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger, while his mouth leaves sloppy kisses along your neck, down to your breasts.

You bury your face in his neck, breathing him in. His head comes up from your chest to whisper in your ear as he keeps your hips moving back and forth, his other hand alternating between your breasts. His skin muffles your moans, but you know he won't let you hide those pretty sounds from him forever. "You're so perfect." His words don't exactly do you any favors in the 'keeping your composure' department. "Sweet, pretty thing like you..." He nips at your earlobe, making you gasp softly. "You got no idea what you do to me."

Those words snap you back a little, remind you of your promise to take care of him. You raise your head up, leaning back a little to meet his eyes. "Then show me." Your hands reach down towards his belt, and this time, he doesn't stop you. Instead, his gaze roams over you as you unbuckle it, slowly pull it out of the loops of his pants, toss it aside, letting it join the other discarded articles littering the floor. You undo the buttons, then pull his pants down.

Even through his boxers, you can clearly see the outline of his aching hardness. You gently take him in your palm, running your hand along him through the fabric, watching the way his eyes flutter. Then you adjust yourself so you're grinding on him again, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating the two of you.

You go on like that for a little while, keeping track of every little sound he makes, every hitch of his breath and shudder that goes through his body. Then you lean back, pulling his boxers down, freeing his cock from the confines of his clothing.

Immediately, your mouth waters. He's huge, the biggest you've ever seen, and you find yourself wondering if you even can take him.

You push that thought aside for now, swiping your thumb across his tip, smiling to yourself at the groan that leaves him. You repeat the motion, letting precum gather on your fingers as you begin to move your hand up and down, up and down. You start slow, stroking him gently, then gradually increase your pace. Midway through, you grab a condom with your other hand, keeping eye contact as you open the wrapper with your teeth. You roll it onto him in one smooth motion, earning a startled grunt. His head falls back, his breaths coming unevenly, and it takes him a while before he can manage a coherent sentence.

"Fuck, you treat every guy like this?" Even with all the energy he can muster, the words are still a little short.

Your smile widens, and you lean in to press a kiss against the vein of his throat. "Only the good ones."

His mouth opens, as if to argue with the notion that he's anything good, but your ever-faster movements silence any protests that could have come from him.

You can tell he's getting close, and you slow down, letting him breathe a little slower as you whisper a soft question. "Where do you want me? You want my mouth, you want-"

Your words are cut off by his hand cupping your clothed mound, a gasp escaping you. "I want this." His voice is rough, and this time, it's not a plea. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as you unconsciously begin to move against his hand, chasing any friction he can give you. "I think it's a little unfair, seeing how I'm all out in the open and you've still got these," His thumb hooks in the waistband of your panties. "Separating me from you, hmm?

You don't even answer, just raise your hips up slightly so he can tug your lingerie down your legs until it falls and hits the floor. Immediately, his gaze lands on your exposed cunt. "Jesus, you're soaked." He murmurs, running his fingers through your slick. You whine as he brushes against your clit, and he chuckles. "Need me that bad, huh?"

"Need you." You whine. You can tell he wants to take it slow, to tease you, and by god do you want to let him- but you're impatient, your own teasing having riled you up too much to do anything but fuck him. Luckily, he picks up on your silent request, raising your hips to hover above his cock. His gaze searches yours, waiting for permission, and you nod. "Fuck me." You say softly, and it takes everything in him not to come completely fucking undone at that sweet tone of voice.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he lowers you down onto him. It burns, in a delicious way you've come to love in your years here. Even with the sheer amount of wetness coming from you, it's still a struggle to make him fit- but he does. When you've finally sank all the way down onto his cock, he lets you breathe for a moment. "You can take it, baby." He murmurs reassuringly- a support and a chance for you to back out. You close your eyes, breathing in and out, resting your face in the crook of his neck again.

Then you start to move.

It takes him by surprise, and you like the grunt that comes from him. For someone of his age, you're sure not much can catch him off guard anymore, so that makes it all the better when you lean back to see the look on his face. He catches your small smirk and returns it with one of his own, letting you move yourself up and down, over and over. Your pace slowly increases as the two of you adjust, and the room is soon filled with soft noises and the sound of flesh against flesh.

It's slow, almost sensual, but despite the circumstances that should have you turning this in another direction, you like it. You feel that familiar coil building in your stomach, your soft whimpers turning to moans now.

"You gonna come for me, baby?"

All you can do is nod, and he rocks his hips up into yours. The way he fills you up is mind-numbing, until you can't think of anything else but him and how fucking good he's making you feel, how badly you need to come undone on his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Your voice takes on a sharp pitch as he thrusts up into you, and your vision goes white for a moment as your orgasm hits you, unending bliss shaking your whole body. He rides out your orgasm for as long as he can, but the tight feeling of your cunt clenching around him soon sends him over the edge too. You can feel him twitching inside you, only prolonging the aftershocks of your own pleasure.

Eventually, you both come down. You're breathing heavily, trying to scramble together any semblance of thought. He stands suddenly, picking you up like you weigh nothing and setting you down on the chair. His cock slips out of you at some point during the process, leaving you feeling empty. You sit there for a moment before opening your eyes, finding him pulling his pants up and buckling his belt. He meets your gaze with a hint of a fond smile, bending over to grab his tie.

You stand up to retrieve your own clothes, pulling them back on while he shoves his arms through the sleeves of his blazer and rifles through his pockets, eventually pulling out his wallet. "Um, how much do I owe you?"

He looks almost embarrassed, and you find it kind of adorable. You flash him a smile, saying words you never thought you'd dare to let pass your lips. "Nothing. It's on me."

Immediately, his eyebrow shoots up. "No, I can't... I can't let you do that, pretty girl."

You shake your head. "I insist. Nobody's ever fucked me like that, and certainly not any of my clients." You see the way your words boost his ego- good. He deserves it. "Besides, if you hadn't showed up, I'd have gone home anyway." You say nonchalantly, taking a few steps over to him. You reach up and put a finger to his lips before he can continue to argue. "It's on the house."

Although he still looks conflicted, he reluctantly nods. "Okay. Next time, then."

Next time.

You feel a thrill run through your body as he brings up the prospect of a next time, and your smile widens. "Next time." You affirm. You step back, letting him be on his way.

He moves towards the curtain, pausing before he goes. "See you around, sweetheart."

And just like that, he's gone.

But you don't miss him- because you know he'll be back.

So when you finally make it home and climb into bed after that warm shower, there's still a fond smile on your face as you drift off to sleep, dreaming of the weary stranger and his wonderful words.

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nakedinthetrees · 7 months ago

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Patterns of Your Love

Neteyam x Human!Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, SMUT including fingering,thigh riding, p in v/m&f intercourse, dirty talk, pet names, size difference, interspecies relationship, alien genitalia

Word count~4340 Art work created by @zeroseydorum

The heat of the Pandoran sun radiated through the thick branches of the trees above where you and Neteyam laid in the plush grass of the forest. Neteyam’s eyes were closed, muscles relaxed as he allowed your small form to lay across his chest, his comparably large hand supporting your waist, caressing your side gently with a thumb. You were propped up on your forearms staring down at him intently, counting each of his calming breaths, noting the small occasional hums he would let slip as he exhaled. Your eyes drifted to his long braids, splayed out in the grass around his head like separate coinciding streams of water. A sliver of sunlight painted in a diagonal line across his face. Everything about him seemed so perfect. One of the things that had immediately caught your eyes about him was his stripes. They seemed thicker in comparison to the other na’vi. Decorating his body so beautifully. Every stripe seemed purposeful. Your eyes lingered on the angled pattern on his forehead, following their flow of movement across his face. With careful fingers you raise your hand, gently gliding the tips of your fingers along his cheekbone, tracing the stripe toward the center of his face until it trails off before moving your hand up toward his forehead. Stretching your index and middle fingers apart, you place them at his hairline then slowly move them down, following the slanted lines of his stripes, progressively closing your fingers as you reach the place in the center of his brow bone. A low hum rumbled in Neteyam’s throat as your fingers repeated the action, your own mind transfixed on him, ”That feels nice…” his voice breaks the silence in a smooth whisper, a relaxed smile growing on his lips, “Does it?” you whisper back, reflecting his own smile. Your question is met with a satisfied hum in response, prompting you to repeat the action a few more times, watching Neteyam relax further under your touch. Your hand drifts down toward his chest, fingers immediately caressing the thick stripes along his pectoral, noting the brief hitch in Neteyam’s breathing as your feathery touches move across his skin.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a slight chuckle in his voice, finally opening his eyes to look down at you. Your eyes meet his for a brief moment, returning his smile before glancing back down at the pattern on his skin, “Your stripes are so pretty” you reply, trailing your fingers down the center of his chest, noticing how his muscles tense slightly at your actions causing you to quirk a curious brow, “Is my big, mighty warrior sensitive?” You chuckle with a playful smirk. Neteyam moves his hand to caress your jaw carefully, shifting your gaze back to his own, his thumb wanting to press over your lips, mentally cursing the oxygen mask that guarded your face, “Do not tease me, little one” Neteyam scolds you with his own playful smile, “Besides… You know full well what you do to me.”. Your gaze fell from his face to his body once more, admiring his azure skin with your finger tips. As his chest faltered a bit from his shaky breath, a new idea formed in your mind. You shifted your gaze to the side of his head, where his nearly bunny-like ears flicked absentmindedly. Carefully you shift your weight forward, just enough to place your hands by the sides of his head without having to strain. Just as carefully you allow your hands to gently cup the Na’vi’s long ears, which flick a bit in response at the touch. “My yawne…” Neteyam warns in a low purr, his eyes now watching you closely in attempts to perhaps read your mind on whatever scheme you had conjured, “What are you thinking, little one?”, “Just… testing a quick theory” you whisper semi focused as you try to hide your smirk. The moment your thumb and index fingers shift to lightly pinch his ears, you get a reaction you would never expect from him; a shaky gasp sounds in the air, his muscles tighten beneath you just as his hands move to encompass your backside, holding you impossibly close to him. His ears now hot beneath the pads of your fingers.

Your lips loosen as you finally allow a giggle to break through them, giving another brush of your thumbs along his ears that sends shivers down Neteyam’s spine, delight painting your features while watching his eyes roll and flutter shut, only briefly. Although there is nothing particularly erotic about the rubbing of his ears, the expression and now sudden shift in the rising and falling of his chest, has your mind wandering elsewhere. Swinging a leg over his slim waist and placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself, you peer down at him with a feline smirk, “So the big tough kitty really is sensitive.”. When Neteyam’s eyes meet yours, his pupils are dilated, glazed with a softness you only ever see him give you and yet… you could swear part of that look held some sort of primal challenge. It’s when his large hands snake up your thighs that you understand the meaning of that look, “Perhaps… although aren’t humans more sensitive than na’vi?” He hums, purposely drawing out the words as his fingers purposefully caress your thighs as they make their way up to your hips, his thumbs massaging the divots there with the type of predatory gentleness that makes your pulse quicken.

“Your skin is much softer… your bodies are squishier…” Neteyam purrs, perhaps more to himself as his amber eyes follow the trailing of his hands whilst they give your hips a gentle squeeze before slowly moving upward, pushing beneath the fabric of your shirt to run his thumbs along your ribs, just under your breasts. His ears perk when the sound of your exo-pack mask enhances the sound of your staggered breathing, pulling the edge of his lips into a smirk, “See?”. You pull back out of his reach crossing your are over your chest defiantly, “What? You expect me not to react when you’re…” Neteyam cocks his head to the side, that same predatory look gleaming in his eyes. You blow out a hot breath in a fleeting attempt to slow your heart rate, momentarily fogging the glass of your mask, “Stop looking at me like that.”.

Neteyam chuckles, shifting his weight to anchor himself onto his elbows, simultaneously causing you to adjust your own weight as well to stop you from slipping down his abs. The position mimicking that of a lion getting ready to pounce, “And how, tawtute, am I looking at you?”, “Like a cat toying with its meal before devouring it.” You huff out a nervous laugh, noting the way he leans to one side to allow one of his arms free to cup your lower back, his thumb trailing along your spine, his face coming ever so slightly closer to yours, “Is that what my sky dancer wishes? To be devoured?” Not ‘sky person’, but ‘dancer’ because you were not a human fueled by greed or destruction. You were soft, gentle, free spirited, and his.

Yet as you stammer trying to find the words, Neteyam leans closer until his lips meet with the column of your throat, extinguishing your tongue of any protest or comeback you would’ve conjured and leaving it with only the ability to sigh, leaning into his touch, your fingers instinctually weaving through his braids. His hold on your lower back remains firm as he carefully shifts into a sitting position, his other hand holding the side of your face, to which you have zero hesitation in leaning into the warmth of his palm, presenting more of your neck to him. A low sultry purr answers your gesture in thanks as his lips begin leaving kiss after wet kiss along your throat while his hand at your lower back drifts up your torso, proceeding his conquest in teasing the underside of your breast. Your breath catches for a moment and Neteyam’s lips ascend to your ear, his exhale against it causing you to shiver, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Shall we see what noises I can squeeze out of you?” Neteyam whispers, his hand making the shift to finally touch your aching breast, his fingers tracing along its peak before giving it an experimental squeeze to emphasize his words.

Your lips part as the warmth of his palm encompasses your mound, his calluses pulling at the sensitive skin of your peaked nipple with the motion in a way that has you immediately biting your lip again. A thud sounds from behind Neteyam at the impatient bat of his tail against the ground. While he was no stranger to this song and dance of trying to coax the most delicious sounds from you, it still made him somewhat annoyed when he didn’t get immediate results for his excursions. “How my sky dancer loves to play…” Neteyam murmurs against the skin of your neck, dragging his lips down to the peak of your collarbone, “Play as you like, yawne. I will have you singing soon enough.” he purrs, giving your breast in his hand a more assertive squeeze as his tongue glides back up the column of your throat, the fangs of his bottom jaw dragging slightly, in a way that has your body arching into him in response, finally drawing a sweet, lust coated whimper from your lips. You can feel Neteyam's satisfied smirk against your neck, as well as that same satisfaction forming into a firmness that is now pressing into you as you sit on his lap, “Miklor…”(beautiful sounding). Fuck if hearing him speak his mother tongue didn't instantly turn you into a puddle, then the clenching of your core would definitely do the trick. The growing need to have him impossibly closer, touching every inch of you, filling you, ebbed at the corners of your mind, beckoning desire to the forefront that had you squirming against the hardness that pressed against your clothed ass. The seam of your shorts grinding so deliciously against the thin fabric of his loincloth had Neteyam huffing out a ragged breath that sent a chill down your spine. Neteyam's hand pressed at your lower back, held you firmly against him, whilst the middle finger of his hand that remained under your shirt stroked tight, lazy circles around the perked bud of your breast, his mouth busy with adorning your neck in love bites for you to return to the lab with later, all of it dousing your body in heat, you wouldn't be surprised if the blood in your veins had become molten lava, “Teyam…” you coo, fisting your hands in his braids, a low purr rumbling in his chest at the sound, before using your hold on his braids to urge him back and off your neck, “No more playing,” you whisper breathlessly, wining your hips against him for emphasis, “please.”. He needed no further explanation of your wants, yet his eyes took in your body, possibilities of how this could go painting a string of pictures in his mind, by the hungry look in them. “Stand for me, ma'yawntu. Strip.” The command coming out gentle on his tongue as you watched you rise, his hand drifting behind himself to untie the knot of his loincloth, the minute your skin left his, his eyes never leaving your own for a moment, even as he tossed the flimsy garment to the side, perching to sit on his knees as he gave himself a long and slow stroke.

You swallowed the excess saliva that had manifested in your mouth at the sight as your hands moved to first remove your top, then your shoes, moving slowly in an effort to give him a good show. As you moved to remove your panties along with your shorts, Neteyam’s “No,” halted your movments, “Leave those for me.”. You obliged him, stepping out of your shorts and walking between his parted knees, Neteyam's hands instinctively reaching up to guide you, resting on your hips, pulling you closer until his lips met with your soft stomach. His thumbs slide over the band of your panties whilst he continue to leave kisses along your belly, his eyes lifting toward your own for only a moment, before his fingers delicately looping around the top of your panties, before pulling them gently down your legs. The scent of your bare arousal was enough to send a shiver through Neteyam’s spine, making his body go rigid, as his eyes rolled back before closing, his teeth nipping lovingly at your stomach that despite his restraint, had you yelping with slight surprise. “You complain a lot about my own playing, when you can't even seem to stop, yourself.” you protest, shifting your hips to avert his attention from your stomach down to the aching between your thighs. You hadn't even registered that one of Neteyam's hands had drifted down your leg, until you felt his calloused fingertips smoothing over your inner thigh, traveling higher and higher until two of them glide through your wet folds, just enough to part them.

Your pulse immediately jumps, your hands anchoring on his shoulders to steady yourself, “Mmn, but it is so fun to watch you squirm, yawne. It delights me to see my mate act so needy for me.” Neteyam purrs, dragging the lubricated fingers over your clit, slowly circling it whilst your hips buck at the touch, the nerves in your thighs demanding to close, which takes nearly every muscle in your body not to obey; to let Neteyam swirl your bundle of nerves and whined the forming knot in your stomach tighter, the mental leash you had on your vocal cords long forgotten, relinquishing sweet music for Neteyam's ears. “Awe, my sweet mate makes such pretty noises… tell me how good it feels, yawne.”. Your mind seems full of static, only being able to process the feeling of his fingers, the tightening in your core, your only response being to chase his fingers by swaying your hips along with him. “Uh- uh… use that pretty voice, love.” he urges, poking at your entrance with his fingertips for extra motivation. You swallow thickly, trying to steady your breathing as to try to make your voice as clear as possible, yet to no avail as your words come out nearly trembling, “It feels so good Teyam, I…I can hardly keep standing like this.”, “Oh?” and with that his fingers submerge themselves into your soaked cunt, scissoring twice to help with the stretch. The sound that breaks from you is like a song from the great mother herself, your fingernails digging into the blue muscles of his shoulder as your hips instinctively move against his hand, “More… more…”, “You want more, yawne? I've hardly started… so greedy.” Neteyam hums not sounding at all upset as his fingers curl against the spongy bit inside of you. “My greedy little sky dancer… I want to watch you dance for me…” he whispers, hot breath fanning against your ear and much to your dismay, Neteyam removes his fingers from within you, a whine that wasn't completely voluntary, following it from your throat.

Your growing pout causes Neteyam to chuckle as he shifts his weight slightly, still resting on his knees, but now sitting on his heels, the back of his hand now placed purposefully atop his thigh, his fingers still glistening with your juices now pointing skyward, “Sit.”. The command was simple enough, but you couldn’t stop the drifting of your eyes to the place between his thighs, where his cock twitched in eagerly. “That is for later, for now…” He curled his fingers in a sort of beckoning motion, “sit.”. You didn't recall how many steps it took until you were straddling Neteyam's thigh and you couldn't find it in you to care at the tips of his fingers brush your folds, his thumb gently swiping over your clit as you lowered yourself onto him, sinking his fingers back home. “Ahh~...” You moan as you sit completely on his thigh, with Neteyam now knuckle deep in your sex. “Mmnh you’re so warm inside, yawne.. so tight. Let us get you ready for more, hm? Dance…” he cooed sweetly, his fingers repeating that beckoning motion inside of you that serves as enough to jumpstart your movements. You grind your hips into his palm, your juices squelching below you with the motion. For a moment you see Neteyam's eyelids flutter, his lips curl back in the slightest of snarls, before settling for a look so heavy with lust it had you swearing under your breath, you nearly thought you'd combust at the sight alone. Sparing a glance between his legs once again, you witnessed the evidence of that look. His cock nearly red at the tip, twitching with each sway of your hips, as if he were imagining it inside of you instead of his fingers. You knew if you were his size, a na'vi, he wouldn't have wasted a second before burying himself in you, but alas, you were a fragile human. A small delicate thing that, despite whatever protests you could throw his way, you know that Neteyam would always take his time with you. “Eyes on me, yawne.” Neteyam says in more of a growl, as if just the sight of you looking at his was shredding his self control, yet before you could so much as lift your gaze- “Haah! Tey-.” he began bouncing his leg, thus you along with it, sending you up and down on his fingers at his will. Your fingernails nearly broke skin as you bounced atop his legs, moaning uncontrollably as he fucked you on his fingers.

Neteyam's gaze seemed to devour you like a piece of art; watching the each bounce of your breasts, the juices painting his palm and thigh, thrust after thrust how they pooled on his blue skin. It was almost to much, his cock was aching to the point of pain- and then he felt your touch on it's head, not even processing when or how your hand had gone from gripping his shoulder, to rolling his cock head in your palm and… fuck did it feel good. Too good. It was almost too easy to imagine pinning you on the forest floor, lining himself with your cunt and- No, you needed to finish first before he could have you. He needed to be sure you were ready for him. Your body trembled as Neteyam began curling his fingers repeatedly as he continued to bounce his leg, the mixed sensation throwing you into the merciful arms of release as you writhed and shook, mewling out in a hitched voice as you came undone. He continued, slowly the bouncing of his thigh and shifting his curling fingers in the massaging motion, letting you ride out your high. Neteyam huffed a small laugh as your forehead leaned against his chest for support, your breathing heavy and uneven. “You… you play too much, Teyam.”, this prompted another laugh as Neteyam lowered his knee, his free hand snaking from your hip to around your backside, as he carefully lowered you onto the plush grass. Once your back was flush against the ground, Neteyam now leaning over you, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them below pelvis to smear your lingering juices along his shaft, letting out a sigh at the contact, a sound that had your chest tightening. He had been so patient, so gentle, and now you would reward him for his efforts.

Slowly you spread your legs wide, bringing your knees to your chest, watching as Neteyam continued to give himself a few more pumps to ease the hurt. When his eyes finally lifted to see you spread before him, the sound that came from him was nothing, but primal need. He ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them as he carefully leaned down, bringing your face closer to his own until his forehead rested against yours. Despite the hunger, his amber eyes swam with so much Earth shattering love that you felt you could weep and perhaps it showed in your face, because Neteyam cooed your name so softly and sincerely you almost didn't hear it, before he raised his lips to kiss your hairline, once again mentally cursing the obstruction of your mask that kept him from kissing your lips. When he pulled away, it was only enough to weave a hand between you to guide his cock closer to where you both longed for him to be. At the feel of his tip prodding at your entrance, Neteyam leaned down to place a gentle kiss at your ear, whispering sweet praises as inch by delicious, suffocating, filling inch he pushed into you. The shudder that rippled down his back muscles as your tightness took hold of him, as if it would never let go. “Siltsan, ma’ syulang…” (Well done, my flower). As Neteyam looked up to take in your expression, he found your eyes closed, brows scrunched, but not in pain as you breathed, “I don't think I'll ever get used to that first thrust… thank Eywa.”.

Neteyam couldn't help, but chuckle before leaning down to bite your earlobe, “Such a dirty mouth on my mate…” he cooed, yet as you were about to retort, Neteyam pulled out slightly before plunging back in, his muscles flexing at the motion. “Ohh…shit…”, the curse natural on his tongue as again he thrusted slowly into you. The fifth time his tip pressed kissed your cervix, Neteyam had to bite back a growl. He was desperate, but he wouldn’t allow himself to throw caution to the wind, not just for your safety, but to savor this feeling for as long as he could. He maneuvered enough to set your legs over his shoulders, his knees spreading wider through the grass as he scooped an arm beneath your shoulders, pressing your front flush against his own seamlessly, like he was trying to get as close to you as possible- to force your bodies to become one and when he rolled his hips again, you rolled yours with him. Neteyam's ears pressed flat against the sides of his head and he let out a soft whimper, he was content to stay like this forever. “Teyam, please…” You begged, rolling your hips before he could move again, giving his cock a loving squeeze with a clench of your inner walls and with it, an invisible tether had broken loose. Neteyam reeled his hips back at the same steady pace he had, but when he drove back in, your body bucked with his. “Fuck! yes… like that… please.” and he did, again and again, faster, harder, until it was all he could do to bring your hips down onto each of his thrusts, driving your back into the grass each time. His lips were in a frenzy on your ears, neck and chest; wherever he could reach, you decorated your skin in wet kisses, nips, and licks and you couldn't find it within you to give a shit about how many marks he was leaving, not when it meant he was putting his claim on you in the most intimate way he could, Your body writhed and bucked beneath him, your legs that had been barking for being in the same position too long, had become an after thought as one ograsm began as another ended.

Only when Neteyam pulled away, wrapping your legs around his slim waist did you suddenly remember they needed relief, yet the euphoria of it was short lived as you were hauled into his lap, both arms wrapping around you as he somehow drove himself deeper at the new angle. Neteyam buried his face between your neck and shoulder, his grunts and moans lingering in your ear. He was close, the breathless whines that new fell from his lips indicated as much. So close you could feel the restraint in his thrusts, where one moment he pistoned into you, filling the space around you with wet slapping, the next he held your pelvis flush against his own as he ground himself into you. Your brows furrowed through your mask as his whines became more pitched, desperate you realized, like the finish line was nearly there, yet somehow out of reach. So you did what you could, clinging to him and whispering in his ear between moans, “I love you.”, “I love you.”, “My mate.”, “Mine.”, it was the last two words that clanged through him like a burst of energy as Neteyam gave a few rough thrusts, bringing your body to meet them each time, that he finally went over the edge, spilling as much of his seed as he could into you before it began to spill where you were still connected.

The moment he stilled inside of you, you both let out a sigh in unison, your bodies drenched with sweat, skin hot and sticky to the touch. It was when you each pulled back to look at each other that Neteyam’s eyes widened, taking in your body before him. “What? What's wrong?” You immediately ask, following his gaze, but that was all the proof you needed. From what you could see, your chest was littered with redish-purple spots, which you could only assume were on your neck as well, and then the embarrassment of having to walk into the lab like this hit. Neteyam merely laughed, trying as gentle as possible to lay you back down on the grass, withdrawing himself from you before laying on his side beside you. “You say my stripes are pretty, but I must say… I do find spots to be a good look on you.” then you laughed with him only after feining disapproval at his joke, giving his shoulder a playful shove before snuggling into his warmth.

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brotherblaze · 2 months ago

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doloroso —robert "bob" reynolds

—summary: Against his better judgement, Bucky calls you in to help Bob balance control while he adjusts to his mood stabilizers.

—word count: 2,1k

—warnings: mild gore

—also on AO3

Bucky’s grip around your bicep is firm.

You stand a few feet from the gaping void swallowing up the entire floor of the Watchtower. It hasn’t moved forward since you arrived. According to the docket Bucky sent over when he called, this is unusual. If this Void is truly as sentient as his information claimed, it (he?) should be advancing. You stare at the edges of the shadow, the way it laps at the glossy floor like the sea at sand and yet it doesn’t advance past a certain point.

“Look,” Bucky starts, his grip on your arm loosening, “I know… I know she had the whole ‘incapable of feeling fear’ thing going on but inside that is a maze of your worst memories. Just…” he pauses, presses his lips together, “keep moving. He’ll be in an attic-like room. Shaggy hair, baggy clothes. He’ll be the only one who interacts with you.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

In the corner of your eye, Bucky nods and releases your arm. His footsteps retreat.

You stand at the edge of the darkness. It rushes forward, just barely missing the tips of your boots and then retreats, surges forward and retreats again. You can almost imagine the sound of the ocean and the wind and the birds. Or is that a memory — someone else’s memory?

The wave of soot rushes towards you and you take a step forward to meet it.

For the longest fraction of a second in your life, there is nothing.

Then, it’s hot. The sun is sweltering down at you. There are stairs and columns and trees —

People push past you, stampede up the stairs towards — that’s the Acropolis of Athens. Tall and mighty, foundation and pillars and roof uncracked, uneroded by the passage of time. Someone trips, falls and someone else grabs them by the arm, drags their companion along up the stone steps. Someone shouts, points upwards.

You see a man standing by the pillars.

In another life he could’ve been you and you could’ve been him.

In another life, you were him.

He looks at you and he smiles.

An arrow pierces the side of his jaw and tears through the bone. He crumples like tissue paper and people are on him in a moment. A hand grabs the bloodied arrow and yanks, pulls the whole jawbone off with it. It skitters across the stone ground until it hits the nose of your shoe.

A crowd surrounds him, hands tearing and punching and feet kicking and crushing. You look away.

There’s a doorway to a balcony-like structure. Beyond it, a room of gray and metal and ice. You don’t look at the carnage, at people clawing him to pieces and turn to step onto the balcony.

It is cold. Cold and metal and frost on the steel bars separating the small room from the larger one. The floor is concrete, cracked and crumbling, a hole the size of someone’s fist lodged into it. Your breath fogs when you exhale. The crisp winter air makes your lungs sting when you inhale.

The Winter Soldier is standing in front of the bars, its back to you. A man stands on the other side, dressed in a green military uniform. His chest is adorned with medals. He speaks in a low tone, tells the Winter Soldier something. You can’t quite make out his speech, the intonation of his words.

There’s a woman standing next to the Winter Soldier. Her hair is neatly braided to the side and her outfit is crisp, clean; a white shirt tucked into a pair of black pants, a coat hanging on her shoulders. Her face is impassive but her body is turned towards the Winter Soldier, arms lax at her sides. Is she compensating for its blind spots?

Your eyes meet hers from across the room.

The Winter Soldier strikes. Its movements are quick and fluid and its human hand wraps around her throat. Her hands shoot to claw at its exposed hand and her mouth opens, face contorting in pain and — fear? Is that fear you recognize on her face? It feels wrong. It shouldn’t be there. It wouldn’t be the Winter Soldier — you’ve read her docket again and again and again to the point where you see the blocky letters on that paper even when you close your eyes — ‘claims to be incapable of feeling fear’. With how long she was appointed (self-appointed?) as its handler, The Asset should not — The Winter Soldier shoves its metal fingers into her mouth and grabs her jaw. Then, its flesh arm leaves her throat, fingers slotting into her mouth, too, and it pulls.

Her skull snaps loose from her jaw and flies across the room, hits the wall with a dull thunk and drops. It rolls towards you. Her eyes stare at you, unmoving, dull. They are your own eyes. You look away.

There’s a gap between the bars. The room on the other side has flowery wallpaper and a plush couch.

You edge past the Winter Soldier and slot your body into the gap.

It smells like smoke. The wallpaper is yellowing from the tobacco, peeling at where the wall meets the ceiling. The couch is ugly, a faded maroon with stains and cigarette burns underneath the plastic cover. The you that’s sitting on it, baby-cheeked and dull-eyed, is hunched over, feet not even meeting the floor.

The woman standing in front of you, a burning cigarette between her lips — her face is a blur. You cannot decipher any characteristics about it. The cigarette glows red hot when she inhales.

“That mouth will get you killed.”

You step past her, step over the ashtray on the floor. There’s a mirror on the wall that doesn’t reflect. In it, a man sitting cross-legged in an attic-like room. This must be Bob. You dive through the mirror.

This room is pleasant. Quiet. The air is clean, or cleaner than the cigarette smoke and smoke-stained walls, if maybe a little stuffy. Specks of dust dance around you as you approach the man.

“Hello, Bob.”

His head snaps up. “Who’re you?”

“If I said I’m a friend of The As — James, I’d be lying. But we do have history.”

“Why…?” he trails off, brows scrunching. He turns his head slowly, as if realizing where he is for the first time. “What happened?”

“You threw two supersoldiers through seven walls and then melted into the floor. I think that’s how he phrased it.”

Bob buries his face into his hands with a low groan.

“Well, anyway, that’s why I’m here.” Bob pulls back slightly, hands dropping to his lap, and tilts his head up to look at you. “I can help you keep control while you get accustomed to your new medication. ‘S why he called me.”

He nods slowly, his grin lopsided and stiff, a notch between his brows. “Yeah?” His voice wavers. He blinks rapidly and wipes at his eyes with his sleeve. “How are you going to do that?” The lilt in his voice bothers you but you can’t place why. It gnaws at you, at the very center of your being, of your very existence.

“I’m more of a concept than I am human,” you say. “Listen: I will help you take control back from the Void and the Sentry. The road ahead is arduous, but so is the road behind you.” You close the already small space between yourself and Bob, and hold a hand out towards him. He drags his glassy eyes from the floor to look at your hand. “Now, could you please show me the way out of here, Bob?”

“It’s not pretty.”

“I just watched two of my past incarnations get their head and/or jaw ripped off. I doubt what’s in your past can scare me.” You nod. “We can hold hands if you think that’ll make it easier.”

Bob stares at your outstretched hand for a long moment. Finally, he accepts it and you haul him up from the floor with ease. His hand is warm around yours. You tug on it to grab his attention. “Listen: close your eyes and I’ll handle all the ugly stuff. The first time is free.”

Bone-deep relaxation washes over him as his eyes flutter shut. He hears the thud of your boots against the wooden floor and follows the pull on his hand. He feels light.

When Bob feels like he’s back in his body again, he finds himself sitting on his bed. You’re sitting right there with him, right next to him, thigh pressed against his, your hand still clasped in his. He drops it like it burns and scoots away from you. He stutters a half-baked sorry when his brain catches up to the faux-pas he’s committed. You don’t seem to be bothered by the sudden rejection.

“May I have my tie back?”

He blinks once, twice, turns his head to look at you because you’re wearing it, you were just wearing it when you held your hand out for him to take — it’s not there. Your eyes drop to his chest for a brief moment before they meet his again. Something in his hindbrain pings as wrong and there’s this… oppressive fear constricting around his throat. His windpipe is being crushed.

“You’re wearing it.”

His hand shoots to his chest and he feels smooth fabric underneath his fingertips. He nearly tears it over his head and forces it back into your open palm.

“Thank you.” Then, you stand and step over the things strewn on his floor to make it to the mirror hanging on the wall. He watches you undo the knot on your tie and loop it around your neck, tie it and smooth it against your torso. “So, a chicken?”

“I was—” he swallows around the lump in his throat, a hand on his chest rubbing circles over his shirt to ease the rapid stutter in his ribs, “Meth. I was on meth.”

“Self-medicating isn’t uncommon,” you note. You don’t even flinch when there’s a knock at the door, metal against metal but Bob nearly jumps out of his skin. His heart is beating against his ribcage like a wild horse trying to make its getaway. It might just burst from his chest at this rate. “Come in,” you say before Bob has even had the chance to consider inviting whoever it is in.

The door slides open and Bucky steps in, Ava hot on his heels. She makes a beeline for the bathroom while Bucky stops a step or two away from Bob. His posture is stiff and wrong and the feeling of unease in Bob’s chest grows, wraps around his heart and dives between his ribs — “You okay?”

“I’m not lifting him alone,” Ava announces, halfway out of the bathroom again.

“It’s not that difficult.”

“He’s 200lbs of douchebag.”

“Just… give me a sec.” Bucky looks at Bob again, brow scrunched and does a quick once-over of him. As if he’s checking for injuries. “Bob? You okay?” He repeats, tone even, still stiff.

Bob’s mouth opens and closes, opens again, a million and one thoughts racing in his mind, avoiding each other in near-misses and colliding together like a 17-car pileup on the interstate. “I… Yeah.” He nods his head. “Yeah. Is John…?”

“He’s alive. Out cold but alive.” Ava places her hands onto her hips and looks at Bucky. “I’m not lifting him alone.”

“For the love of —” Bucky stomps across the room and pushes past Ava into the bathroom. They exchange a few not-so-heated words, more mocking and bickering than anything angry. Something thunks dully against the ceramic tub and they both hiss through their teeth, followed by a stretch of silence.

“Great, now he’s bleeding, too.”

“Eh,” Ava says after a moment, tone flippant, “he’ll be fine.”

“You have good taste,” you say. Bob nearly jumps out of his skin again. He forgot you were here in the room with them. How did he forget? You’re holding his copy of Frankenstein in your hand, finger tracing the lettering of the summary on the back. “You’d be surprised how many modern movies are so obviously inspired by Frankenstein.” You slot the book back into its place on Bob’s meager bookshelf, which is just the singular shelf with six books and a fake succulent. “If you need me, or if you have any questions, I’m just down the hall.”

His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, his body fatigued. So, he just nods and tries to manage a smile. If it looks more like a grimace, you don’t mention it.

part 2

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l1tw1ck · 23 days ago

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okay hear me out, monster male reader ambushing Mydei and Phainon and taking turn fucking each one while the other is tied up watching.

you have been heard

The Cub and the Puppy

Bottom!Mydei + Bottom!FTM Phainon x Top!Male Reader

☆ Word Count: 2,656 ☆

AFAB Language Used

tag: @abrielletargaryen

CW: Non-Con, Womb Fucking, Oral Sex, Humiliation, Fingering, Cum Swallowing, Bondage-ish, Monster Fucking, Size Difference, Nipple Play, Sexual Overstimulation, Squirting, Orgasm Denial, Anal + Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Pussy Slapping, Creampie, Corruption

“You’ll pay for this.” Mydei growls. His clothes have been torn apart and he's been forced onto his knees. You laugh in his face, further wounding his ego.

He knows how ridiculous he sounds, still trying to fight you despite the situation he's in. If you could win against the two of them and get them into a weakened state like this, there's no hope. You barely even grazed them. They have a couple injuries but you easily broke down their strength with your mysterious power. If they didn't try to fight you, you could've weakened them without hurting them at all. You're in pristine condition while Mydei feels hungover and dizzy.

Phainon, meanwhile, fell unconscious after one of your attacks. He's naked and strung up in the air like a spider’s prey.

“At least…let him go.” Mydei coughs up blood. Its shimmery golden color stands out in your greyscale cave.

“If you want me to do that, you need to prove that you're good enough to fill in for him.”

Mydei’s eyes widen as your cock slaps him in the face, you're not even standing all that close to him. How is he supposed to take this? He's never even had sex before and you want him to have that monster in his mouth? In his ass?

“Come on, hero, show me how you suck cock.”

He takes a deep breath. As long as Phainon can escape. As long as he doesn't have to go through this, he can do it. Mydei closes his eyes and slowly engulfs your length. He prays he can be good enough to protect Phainon. His mouth hurts but he continues to envelop you. If he can barely go past a couple inches, how much worse is it going to be when it enters his ass?

“You're so small.”

He's sure the last time anyone said something like that to him was when he was a baby. He's always been larger than his peers, but in comparison to you, small is definitely the correct word.

“You're less like a lion and more like a little cub without claws.” You're thoroughly enjoying his struggle. “Use your tongue, kitty.”

Mydei, trying his best to please you, separates his mouth from your cock and drags his tongue along it. He moves back to the tip and makes short head bobs while his tongue swirls around it. He even uses his hand to stroke the rest of your girth. He looks up at you for approval.

“You're getting better but at this rate...” You shake your head and pull him off of you. “Let me show you how it feels to be sucked off properly.” You grab him by his waist and bring his crotch to your face, then his cock into your mouth. Mydei squirms around in your hold. He hates that it feels so good…he's already lost his dignity but he's not sure he can take another hit.

“Let– let me try again~” He subconsciously thrusts upwards. “Stop– stop-!” He's gonna come.

You remove his length from your mouth. “You wanna suck my cock that bad?” You drag your tongue up his shaft while maintaining eye contact.

Mydei isn't sure if giving you an answer is better or worse than having an orgasm.

“Answer me.” Your claws dig into his skin.

“I…wanna suck…your…your cock..” His whole body is burning hot.

“Good kitty.” You drop him onto the ground like a broken toy, reinforcing the reality of his situation. He gasps in pain. One of the rocks almost hit his weak spot. He weakly moves his body away from it. You smile at his pathetic body language. “We can work on your blowjob skills later. Sit down and spread your legs.”

He reluctantly and very shakily follows your command. He turns his head to the small approaching tentacle-like entity. He's seen a few of them in previous battles with you, some of them are keeping Phainon tied up. They can change their forms according to your will and from what he knows, there's no limit to the amount you can create. He's seen them as swords and hands but this time, this little tentacle is just that. It doesn't look threatening. He assumes it won't hurt him, at least not in this state.

Although, it's not like that really matters. It'd be more like a droplet of water in an overflowing pool of pain.

He watches silently as it heads towards his ass. It secretes a cold fluid over his rim, acting as lube.

“Finger yourself.” You command.

Mydei’s face turns bright red. This is so humiliating for him. He collects the lube and prods two of his fingers against his hole. “I…” He struggles to penetrate himself. He's trying to get it over with as fast as possible so he hasn't really thought it through. Trying to put two in at once is too much for a first-timer.

“You’ve never fingered yourself before? Have you ever even had sex at all?”

Mydei shakes his head shamefully.

“No wonder you're so bad at blowjobs.” You laugh. “Maybe I should see if Phainon can do a better job.”

“Please.” He has to abandon his pride. “Teach me.”

“How humble.”

Phainon's eyes flicker open to the scenery before him while his vision slowly becomes less blurry. He takes a deep breath and analyzes his current position. His hearing returns to him late as finally processes the sound of groans and borderline erotic noises. He looks down, Mydei and you are…

Mydei huffs, his hands pressed firmly on the ground and his head hanging low. "Bh- bastard-" He grits his teeth as a tentacle slithers around his cock and jerks him off while using its aphrodisiac lubricant to do so smoothly. His ass is slowly getting worked open by your two very large fingers. You use your unoccupied hand to spank him in retaliation to his insult.

Upon seeing this, Phainon finally understands the situation the two of them are in. He's going to be next. He attempts to call out to Mydei but only manages to let out a hoarse noise. Mydei lifts his head. His eyes are droopy.

Phainon shudders as he suddenly feels the strange tentacles around his body moving, as if they're acknowledging that he's awake. His legs are forced to spread.

“You—! You said you’d leave him alone!” Mydei gets interrupted by you spanking him again.

“You're such a naive little cub. I’d never turn down the chance to play around with the illustrious deliverer.” You grab his hair and force him to look at the man above him. “Watch.”

One of the tentacles extends to Phainon’s t-dick and touches it teasingly while secreting the translucent substance. He throws his head back as his body becomes more sensitive. Tears quickly form in his eyes in response to its sadistic teasing.

"Fuck!" Mydei cries out, ropes of cum spurting out of him as the tip of your massive cock suddenly penetrates him. Phainon briefly turns his attention to him. Mydei's cheeks burn red with humiliation. How is he supposed to look Phainon in the eye after this? He extends his hand in an attempt to crawl away but you stop him with your firm hands.

“Don't get cold feet now, kitty.” You dig your nails into his skin.

“My- Mydei~” Phainon breathes out. “I won't give in!”

Mydei’s back arches as your cock sinks deeper into his cunt and as blood spills from his skin. Drool dribbles down from his mouth as the aphrodisiac’s effect gets stronger. He can't handle this. He's literally gone through hell and back but he can't handle this.

Phainon squirms around, trying desperately not to lose himself. “It- it's okay, Mydei, I’ll get us out—” He gasps at the sudden cold slap to his cunt, courtesy of one of the thicker tentacles. It's around the size of your cock. He holds his breath in anticipation then it forcefully leaves his mouth as another, harsher slap hits him. It keeps going. Again and again.

Just as he's about to come, it stops. Phainon clenches his fists. He focuses back on Mydei. His cunt is throbbing as he sees you drilling into him. You're ‘fully’ inside him and yet there's still plenty of inches that can't fully experience Mydei’s warmth. The sight triggers a previously unknown kink. He likes it big. His body is tingling with need, desire, and envy.

He subconsciously thrusts his hips, begging for stimulation and release. He can't stop the rapid change in his brain. He doesn't even realize that he's losing himself. His mind is weaker than he thought.

After waiting and jealously watching Mydei, the tentacle eventually returns to continue slapping his pussy.

“You're disgusting!” Mydei is trying to close his eyes for Phainon’s sake but your constant spanks and the way you're firmly gripping his hair is making it impossible.

“Cuh- come- I wanna come~” Phainon mutters.

“Deliverer! Don't give– mmh~!” His words are interrupted by a thick tentacle, separate from the one focused on Phainon, forcefully entering his mouth.

“Me–” He wriggles around. “Fuck me too~!” Phainon moans as the other thick tentacle returns to him from behind, it slides in between his thighs and gives his pussy a place to sit. His hip thrusts become more aggressive. “Yes! Oh gods, yes!” He rubs his pussy all over it. You're glad you ignored Mydei’s begging, you’d be missing out on this amazing scene otherwise.

Mydei shivers at the sound. We lost, he thinks, another spurt of cum leaving his dick. He looks completely and utterly blissed out as you fuck him. It feels good and he knows it. You're breaking him.

Phainon squirts on the tentacle with a dumb smile on his face and grins wider as it begins to penetrate his ass. Mydei continues to observe willingly this time. He feels another wave of arousal washing over him as he watches the blue haired male's ass stretch itself for the tentacle and as his wet ‘empty’ pussy throbs with the greedy desire to be filled too.

It slowly but surely slides deeper inside him and a sudden burst of the aphrodisiac liquid fills Phainon’s ass and both of Mydei’s holes at the same time, causing him to realize the liquid from your tentacles and the seed from your cock are one in the same. Their bodies shake aggressively as they reach the height of their orgasms and their brains turn to mush. Phainon’s squirt reaches Mydei’s face and hair. He doesn't seem to hate it.

The tentacle in Mydei’s mouth pulls away and allows him to properly swallow its spend. His hair is messy and his face is dripping with sweat. Phainon shivers, thinking about how good you must be fucking Mydei to get him in this state and praying you fuck him like that too.

You flip Mydei onto his back while one of the smaller tentacles returns to stimulate Phainon’s t-dick. Mydei grins as you roughly grip his waist and thrust inside him. He even cranes his head so you can shower his neck with kisses and bites. Just like his mind, his body is getting corrupted by you.

He tried so hard to remain strong, but here he is. Happily letting his body be used by the monster who defeated him and allowing you to use the body of the very man he tried to protect. The last conscious part of him hopes Aglaea isn't watching and that none of the other heirs find him like this.

Spurts of cum erupt from his cock as your teeth gently clamp down on his nipple. His body jitters and jolts as you play with his chest. Phainon’s raging jealousy is only slightly satiated by one of the tentacles turning into a tongue and licking his cunt, turning it into an even sloppier and wetter mess.

“More~” Phainon’s eyelids flutter. “Please!”

Phainon whines when the tentacle leaves his ass. He watches you pull out of Mydei and starts to smile once he realizes he’s next. You bring Phainon over to you and have him lay on top of Mydei, his sopping wet pussy stimulating the Kremnoan’s cock. Mydei happily allows the tentacles to approach him, turning his head and opening his mouth wide while two thick tentacles enter his mouth and ass respectively. Phainon rubs himself aggressively against the other man’s sex, quickly growing more impatient and jealous.

Phainon’s vision blurs as he witnesses Mydei’s mouth getting filled with your fluid. He’s so turned on he can barely see straight. “Fuck me~! Come in me too~!” He begs.

You chuckle at his desperation and pick him up. You sit down on a smooth rock and place him on your lap, mere inches from your cock. “Work for it just like he did.”

Surprisingly, Phainon decides to suck you off first. He drags his tongue up and down your shaft to taste it before wrapping his lips around it. He recognizes his limits and doesn't try to go too deep, he sucks the inches he's able to and strokes the rest with his hand.

“Good boy.” You grin.

Phainon blushes and starts to move more aggressively. Whenever he can, he looks at you for validation.

“You want me to come in your mouth, puppy?”

Phainon briefly parts from your dick, making sure to continue jerking you off. He nods rapidly then begins to suckle on your cockhead while keeping eye contact with you. You grab his hair and push him further down. An erotic expression grows on his face as you pump your seed into his mouth. He swallows almost every drop despite the massive amount you’re releasing. Once he's done, he licks up all the excess.

He grabs your shoulders and adjusts himself to hover over your length. The fact that you're still hard is making him dizzy. His pussy makes contact with your cock and tries its best to make room for it. His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Fuck.” He gasps.

You allow him to take his time in favor of watching his stomach slowly bulge as he sinks further down. “You're so big~” He starts drooling. It feels so good to finally have you inside him. He bites down on his lip and reaches for his t-cock. “Can- can I touch myself?” He asks breathlessly.

How can he be so perfect? “Of course.” You have your tentacles aim for his nipples. Phainon’s body reacts extremely positively to all the stimulation. His back arches as he squirts.

“So good—” He jolts in surprise at the feeling of your dick against his cervix. He looks down, noticing the significant amount of uncharted territory between him and your length. You're not fully inside. “Deeper..” He mumbles, frowning.

You grab his waist and raise him up before brutally slamming him downwards. Phainon shrieks with pleasure as you enter his womb, allowing him to fully embrace your size. Mydei is too cock drunk to react to the noise, he’s on the edge of passing out.

Phainon grins widely and starts to bounce, somehow mustering enough energy to do so. He quickens his thrusts and makes a steady rhythm. “Yes, yes, yes–” He breathes out. He's so full. “Come…come inside~” He begs with a whiny voice.

You’ve deprived it from him for far too long. He's been a good boy, he deserves it.

You take over for Phainon and roughly drag him up and down your cock until you come. He lets out a breathy moan as you fill his womb. His eyelids start to droop.

Before he knows it, he's fast asleep.

Neither of them will be able to go back to their lives after this. You’ve ruined them.

Maybe the other Chrysos Heirs can figure something out without them.

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I'm A BIG Stepper!

Synopsis. Too big? There’s no such thing as “too big”.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, saying it’s “too big”, FÉRAL boys, spítting, chokíng, them being big like REALLY big, cúmplay, oraI (male + fem), Choso’s rings, breéding, víbrators, creampíe, again - REALLY big, kinda mean Choso hehe, true form! Sukuna, dp, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.7k

A/N. When you accidentally choose “thought daughter” and half your synopses are questions WHOOPS.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - “That? M’bigger.”

“Yer killin’ me, doll.” Toji huffs out in ragged jealousy at those slow, sultry noises. “Look at you- just look at how she’s just begging f’me.”

Such cute lil’ whines leave your pretty lips as he works your puffy cunt open with that hot pink vibrator of yours. Soaked, thick - customized to the exact measurements of the achingly hard cock sat between his legs right now.

“B-but-” you gasp, eyeing down at the way your puffy folds were bulging around the toy. “S’barely even ngh- all the way in, Toji.”

“So?” he rolls his eyes. And Toji knows he’s being ridiculous, he knows it’s for his own good to stretch out your gummy walls so that you can take his massive size. But all it takes is another hard caress of that buzzing length against your poor g-spot for him to snap.

Eyes becoming crazed when your jaw falls slack, back arching up like such a slut up against his hard abs as you squeal, “Toji! Oh my god m’close—”

Close?

Suddenly, Toji can’t take it anymore - he needs to feel you wrapped around himself.

Now.

“M’gonna- wait what- ngh!” You’re batting your dewy eyes up at him when he drags the vibrator out with a loud squelch! All at once. Still reeling from disappointment, “Baby, why’d you-”

“Because.” he interrupts, and you keen when you feel the urgent throb! of Toji’s fat tip kissing at your swollen folds. Red and angry, leaking thick precum over your pussy lips in a pretty gloss. So mesmerizing that you almost miss the familiar flex of his thighs, the way his dark brows furrow in concentration. “-this pussy of yours says s’time for the real deal.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s suddenly dipping his girthy head just barely past your first ring of resistance. Difficult.

“Relax.” he hisses. Pushing in lingering, determined little grinds past each clench, still easy - still patient. For now. “Breathe f’me. Breathe f’me come on, She can do hah- do it, right, my girl?”

Shit, a part of him thinks he should’ve almost waited longer with the vibrator. Because Toji knows he’s big. He knows your cunt is so tight so heavenly he might just pass out right now. Until-

“Hngh! Toji!” you scramble onto your elbows when you feel his fat head finally bullies past to brush up against your hidden sweet spots. That little divot squeezing past to mark your walls inside. “You promised you’d hah- last longer with the oh vibrator tonight.”

Honestly, a part of Toji was impressed you were still able to form coherent sentences with the way you were being split apart on his monster cock.

He leans down to nuzzle your neck, “Awww, did I?” Hiking your limp legs further and further up his broad shoulders where he had you folded in half. “I don’t remember, maybe your pussy was jus’ c-calling t’me.”

“You- you liar!” you cry out, and he can’t help but grow impossibly harder. Fighting off that dangerous, feral part of himself that just wants to ram into you like some animal already. Because oh how he loved when you act like you weren’t bucking up mindlessly into the smooth staccato of his hips as he eases his way in. “Hngh- fuck you jus’ got- oh!”

The stretch - fuck the stretch. You never got used to it, no matter how many times he used that damn vibrator on you. Pushing you to your limits. It’s like he was nudging at your lungs already.

“F-fuuuck-” you can’t hold back your desperate moans, nails dragging reg marks down his biceps almost the size of your head. “Are you- ngh are you at least halfway in, Toji?”

“Nope.” he hums smugly, popping the p. “Though…”

And in a split second, he’s sitting up, with you splayed out so prettily on his fat length. Lips quirking into a mean little grin when two big arms of his help gravity pull you down, down, down onto his thick cock. Inch by fucking inch.

Turning his head to lick a long, languid stripe up his wrist. Groaning at the sweet sweet taste of your juices forming a sheen on his skin from the little “preparation” before. And fuck you think you feel him grow thicker - angry veins pulsing against every nook and cranny of your cunt.

Full. So full - and he wasn’t even all the way in yet.

“Oh- oh my god- fuck you’re so deep.” you mewl, body jolting with the inability to decide between wanting to run away or slam your hips down for more.

Toji notices - of course, he does - it was always like this, a few tears, a few whines, a few strokes with that pathetic “replica” of his swollen cock to stretch you out. He splays a hand out over your lower stomach, pressing down. Hard. Twitching wildly at that familiar bulge inside you, “M’so much deeper than that stupid toy.”

It’s all you can do to whimper, strained and utterly fucked out already. “Wh-what?”

“Heh, ya wanna know a secret, doll?” He’s leaning down to chuckle darkly in your ear - sending shivers down your neck, your arched spine, all the way to where he gives harsh thrust. Calculated. Once. Twice.

This time, not stopping until he was bottoming out.

Your puffy folds meeting his pelvis in a lewd kiss, his heavy balls smacking against your ass, thick cock settled deep - right where Toji’s been dying to be all night. Toji coos at the way your poor cunt was stuttering and bulging with the greedy effort to take him.

He plants a sloppy kiss right on your lips, “That vibrator’s made smaller than me.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Gentleman.

Now, Nanami Kento has always been told he looked like a gentleman - everything from his neatly styled hair, to his perfect suits, to the stern reading glasses always at his nose. Nanami Kento was a gentleman - both inside and out.

Well, except for that massive cock he hid away behind dapper dress pants, of course.

The one that always got so girthy and angry at the mere thought of not being stuffed inside your pretty pussy. The one that was currently beading hot precum at your pussy lips, forming a lewd little pool from where he was spooning you from behind.

The perfect remedy after a long, hard day at work - you, his cute lil’ wife.

“Bad day?” you whisper over your shoulder, Nanami’s nods coming out in feverish little puffs against your heated skin. “Then, I want you to put it in, Ken. All of it, don’ wanna waste time on preparation.”

And Nanami was never one to deny his wife - never one to doubt anything you wanted. But at this very moment, he’s loosening that speckled yellow tie he didn’t have the patience - nor the sanity to remove. Sliding the divot on his fat tip across your clit with a hushed, “Can’t, my love. I promised to not overwork you.”

You huff, “S’not overworking- just ngh- Ken-”

“Don’t.” he warns, hips rutting up lewdly at the mere sound of your voice. Sliding the mess of his glisteningly swollen cock right between your puffy folds. “Fuck- don’t. Jus’ had a bad day n’ this naughty pussy’s gonna make me lose control, darling. Have you calling out of work tomorrow.” He kisses down your neck left hand snaking down to give your cunt a gentle smack! The cool band of his wedding ring burning against your clit, “S’that really what you want?”

And it was meant to be a question to himself more than anything, really. A reminder that you weren’t even prepared yet - not stretched and teased to his heart’s content like usual. A reminder to fucking reel his sanity back before he breaks you.

But, alas, maybe you’re a genius - maybe you’re just stupid. Because you whine stubbornly, “Well, I hear it’s the best solution for a bad day, so why don’t you?”

In an instant, that’s all it takes for your leg to be stretched up in the air. The cozy bedroom chill hitting your bare cunt - only for a split-second, before Nanami’s achy tip is filling you up. Everywhere. Anywhere.

“Hold onto this.” his free hand presses his tie onto your shaky one, hip still pushing. Still rutting up in a steady pressure on your snug cunt. “Pull on it if m’going too rough- fuck- fuckin’ choke me I don’t care. Jus’ let me know because from now on…” he trails off dangerously.

But you’re not left to wonder what the end of his sentence will gift you. No, because you feel it.

He’s pushing in - nothing like the slow, languid strokes you were used to. No, barely even giving you the time to adjust while your husband just keeps pressing and pressing and-

“Ah! Ken!” you involuntarily tug on his tie when his sensitive slit massages at those syrupy sweet spots insides. “You’re so deep- fuck just fuck me how you want to.”

Nanami’s head feels light, vision getting spottier with each heaving breath he’s taking - maybe from your tightening grip around his tie, maybe from the way you’re squeezing him so fucking tight. But it takes him a few seconds to pull himself together enough to grit out, “Fuck- I want to. Oh, how I want to.” As if to confirm his statement, he’s thumbing apart your sopping slit, groaning at the sight of you drooling eagerly down his cock. “But you’re so fuckin’ tight I can’t ngh- s’this how you feel- fuck! I think m’gonna hafta take y’like this all the time, my love.”

Each word has him speeding up in jagged little pistons. Feeling so mean with the way he was bullying those cute moans out of you.

“I don’t care- ngh-” you babble, when his fingers roll over your clit. Squirming your hips down to meet his, trying to press up against those neat tufts of blond at his hilt. “-just want you all inside me.”

Shaping your cunt to this shape of him, losing his breath with each and every dense push inside your sloppy entrance. Still stuck not even halfway in yet - but you feel like you’re losing your goddamn mind.

“You’re so fuckin’ hah- hold on.” And then, your beloved Nanami pushes your leg up even further, craning his neck over to spit. A steady, sinful stream of saliva right onto the bulging mound of where he was sheeting himself in your pussy. Circling your clit, he hums in satisfaction at the mess he’s made, “Now I can ruin you exactly how I want.”

You open up so pliant for him, massaging every bump and ridge along his long, long length while you let him skim past. Being split open so well. So maddeningly.

Like you wanted to be ruined.

And just the thought of it is enough to push Nanami over the edge of his sanity - and to push the entirety of his raw, needy cock inside your tight pussy. Finally. Finally bottoming out.

“Ngh- shit-” he lets out a long breath, sharp canines puncturing at the sensitive skin on your neck. Hips stuttering and getting sloppy with each jittery push deeper inside. Even when Nanami feels your hips fucking back into his to meet the brick wall of his toned abs. His twitching balls sensitive against your ass. “Now, lemme tell ya how how it’s been a-” Just slamming his hips into yours, a ruthless depraved cadence. Fingers ruthless on your clit. “-long fuckin’ day without you.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Till m’stupid!

“P-please!” you try - and fail - to pull off his need mouth from your poor, overstimulated cunt. Fingers clasping desperately onto his long, inky hair. “I jus’ wan’ you in me- hah-”

It’s around your fourth orgasm that night when you’re finally crying out in surrender, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks with each high, legs spasming and trying to run away from Geto Suguru’s mean mouth. Your breath catching in your chest when he only hums around your ravaged clit in answer.

“I dunno, gorgeous.” Geto teases, sloppy tongue darting around your pulsing hole. Stretching. Lapping up each and every drop of your syrupy cunt. “Don’ think she’s ready to take me, yet.”

Fuck, you knew what that meant.

You knew that meant another few sweet rolls of Geto’s tongue against your clit, another few bullying praises spat into your sensitive cunt while he dragged you through another high - another orgasm that wasn’t on his swollen cock.

And despite how much you loved the way your boyfriend teased and toyed your needy cunt with his mouth - you needed more.

So you tug once again on his dark locks, tongue getting loose with delirium, “You’re so mean, Sugu. So what if I j-jus’ wan’ your cock.”

Oh how he loved to have you begging.

At this, his glassy eyes meet yours right from where Geto was still making out with your pretty pussy in a slow, languid kiss. The squelches and suckles ringing in your ears over your own words. His brow quirks, already with the nickname, huh? Interesting.

“Can’t cum a-as good if it’s not on your cock.” you plow on. Oh, now it’s flattery? How cute. You manage to sputter out while your words don’t even slow him down, “And! And if you don’t-” Ah, Geto muses, this one’s probably the threat. What will it be? Last time it was making him do all the dishes. The time before that it was buying you that handbag you really loved- “-m’gonna go on a sex ban!”

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Now, if there’s one thing you know to never threaten Geto Suguru with, it’s a sex ban. But, alas, desperate times call for desperate measures.

So here he was - face wrenching away from the honeypot of your sweet cunt like it hurt to leave. Eyes wide as he scrambles to meet you, your slick glistening down his gaping lips, his burning cheeks - fuck, he’s never looked prettier.

“My baby…” Geto purrs into your ear, coming up to graze his lips against your in a messy crash of teeth and tongue. “Gorgeous, you never thought I’d be serious- right? Hah- sex ban my ass. You’re funny, real fucking funny.” But for all how confident he was, Geto was soothing out his words with the slightest tremor. Hastily sliding his furiously leaking tip between your sopping slit. Up and down up and down up and- “-cuz who said I could live another second without being in this cute pussy?”

As if to prove his point, Geto’s sliding his fat head past your puffy folds, stretching out your entrance so taut around his thick cock.

A big hand of his finds its way onto the small of your waist, and in a split-second Geto has your position flipped so that he’s splayed out on the mattress instead. Your limp body now toppling precariously where you were sat on his swollen cock.

“Oh.” his pretty mouth falls slack when his hazy eyes lock down at where the two of you were connected. Your pussy lips spread and sucking him up so well. He marvels, “Oh shit look at you. You always take it so well when you’re cockdrunk like this.”

And it’s true - Geto could barely feel that familiar little resistance of muscle. Instead, you’re letting his vein poke at your cunt welcomingly. Bullying himself inside.

You’re keening when an experimental thrust has Geto plunging in even deeper, throbbing veins massaging every nook and cranny of your gummy walls. You could feel him everywhere. And it’s like he could see the strain to take him. To milk him even greedier.

“S-Sugu-”

“Shhh, this is what y’wanted, right?” he’s breathing, strained - like he’s at the end of his sanity with each inch you’re bouncing down his length. “To be fucked on my cock? No matter how big?”

You don’t even have the ability to respond at this point - just the way he liked it. That smart mouth of yours too drunk to think of anything other than him. To only whine when he pools your salty tears on his tongue, murmuring into your skin, “Now now, ‘nough with the cryin’ hah- you wanted to be fucked stupid- n’that’s exactly what m’gonna do.”

Ah, he loved this part.

Loved how all those previous orgasms were crashing together to render you barely lucid when he’s shoving his entire cock up into your slutty hole. Glossy lips trembling when he hits the back of your cunt- already? Shit, that last orgasm must’ve hit you harder than he thought.

That slightly upwards curve of his dick was driving you wild now buried to his hilt. And only shoving himself deeper with each grind that Geto was bucking up to. Until his heavy balls rested behind your ass, neat black happy trail rubbing up against your skin. Until it was impossible to go any deeper.

Your drunken eyes are snapping up in surprise when feeling him grow even thicker inside you, the rough girth shaping out your sloppy hole. He rasps out a chuckle, “Wonder how loose you’ll be after a fifth one, hm?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Make him break!

Now, Choso knew your dirty lil’ tricks, he knew not to trust that sultry curl of your lips when you called out to him. That dangerous little glint in your eyes when you begged him to go deeper, one he almost misses with the way your heavenly cunt was trying to suck him up greedily. Almost.

Always playing with his sanity.

Always asking for more.

“But, baby.” he whines, pressing a concerned little peck to that adorable pout on your lips. Breath catching in his chest when you tug stubbornly on his bottom lip. “I don’t wanna- hah- don’ wanna hurt you, y’know?”

In response, you’re only wrapping your legs around his toned waist tighter, sure to leave sinful little marks at those dimples at the bottom of his spine. “I know what I want- n’ what I want is-” your elastic walls squeeze around his girth. Hard. “-more.”

Choso can’t help but let out a slow, hoarse drag of your name. Dark strands of his hair sticking to his forehead when he throws his head back, hips grinding down, down, down-

“Hah! You- oh-” his hazy eyes are flying open when he realizes he’s playing right into your evil hands. Biting his sharp canines down on your pulse - a little warning. “You know what happens when I go all the way, baby. M’not gonna fit- m’gonna lose control. M’gonna-”

“Please?” you hum sweetly.

He was about halfway in now - mouth watering at the way your pussy was spread open so shamefully for him. Already bulging and leaking onto the drenched silky sheets below with the struggle to take him - and you wanted more?

“Tha’s right.” you hum, and it takes his saturated mind a second to realize he said that out loud. And even longer to blink up and meet your hungry gaze, “I want more, Cho.”

Fuck, and it was so unfair. Maybe it’s the nickname, maybe it’s the way you buck your hips up sloppily, lewd squelches ringing in his ear when you bully his swollen cock just an inch more.

Maybe it’s just you. .

But that’s all it takes for him to gasp, eyes snapping wider - crazed even - hips stuttering so messily forwards before-

“Fuck, you’re such a little slut, baby.” And before you know it, Choso’s ramming his hips forwards. Letting the loud smack of skin-on-skin sound across the heady air, bruising. Painful, even. “Such a greedy little bitch-” Watching his throbbing length disappear, he’s sure it’ll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, toned pelvis against your thighs, fat cockhead hitting at your cervix. “-N’ s’what you’re gonna be treated like.”

It only takes one kiss of Choso’s leaky tip right against the bottom of your snug pussy before he’s cumming and cumming so hard you can almost feel him twitch at your lungs.

Not waiting for you to adjust, not even waiting for his high to bate. no, don’t make him laugh. Just spearing you on his long length, barely even easing your poor, quivering cunt into it before he’s fucking you into the mattress.

Fully bottomed out now - exactly as you knew would happen.

“No- no no no hold on.” Choso holds both your thrashing legs still with one of his, pushing past that feeble resistance while he finds his rhythm at your gaping hole. “This is- hah-” he groans, voice shot over your wrecked ah! ah! ah! Plunging inside you like he was molding your pliant walls to his shape. “Told you m’gonna break ngh-”

He was massive already - barely even managing to squeeze past and massage your dripping cunt. But oh the sweet overfill of his seed had you keening, scrambling to grab onto the sheets, the headboard, his shoulders to keep even an ounce of your sanity.

“Ngh- fuck!” you whine at the feeling of rope after rope of his thick cum sloshing around inside your plush walls. His veins throb! throb! throbbing! against your sensitive spots to make such a mess of you below. “Fuck- jus’ like that, Cho- keep- hah- keep goin’”

And you didn’t even have to ask. As expected, your boyfriend’s brows after knitting together, pushing your legs so far apart it burned. Abs flexing as his hips moved in jagged, desperate pistons to massage your gummy walls.

This was what you wanted so badly - the way he always breaks like this.

Always.

“Y’asked for more n’ you’re gonna get it.” his voice stutters, cracking ever so slightly with each smash into that spongy bundle of nerves. “More- hah!” Letting out a humorless, almost-shrill laugh, “You knew this would happen, huh?”

You’re just batting your lashes deceivingly innocently, pressing a honeyed peck to Choso’s snarl, “I highly hah- doubt-”

“Look at you.” he spits at your bumbling retort, “Can’t even speak.” Two thick fingers coming up to circle the thick globs of seed pooled at your ravaged clit, purposefully grazing against the sensitive nub. “Fuckin’ wanted more and you’re gonna- get it.”

Slamming into you fast. Out of control.

You open your mouth - no doubt to spit out some other taunt - but before the words leave your lips, he’s shoving his now-sloppy mess of his index and middle finger inside. Forcing the salty taste of his cum spilling out with each thrust, and the cool metal of his thick metal rings. You wanted to break him - and that’s what you’re gonna get.

“So you hah- better shut up that pretty mouth of yours unless I break the bed again and you along with it”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Twin bitches, twin bitches

“Enough admirin’ me.” Sukuna chuckles darkly from above you, reaching down to cradle your dazed head with a large, clawed hand of his. “The faster ya get back to doing yer lil’ job, the sooner that pretty cunt can take me.”

And it’s all you can do to heave for air, looking up defiantly at the two massive cocks kissing at your mouth. Barely getting a few breaths in before Sukuna’s hips thrust forwards once again to spear your heavenly mouth one of his swollen lengths. Smirking at the way your glossy lips bulge around him, “Yeah yeah, what? Got somethin’ to say, brat?”

You’re squeezing your soft palm up and down the drenched hilt of his other cock. Managing to gasp out, “I- want you-” Before your mouth is being fucked again like some little fucktoy - by both of them. Over and over. Taunting, “I want- you- now.”

“Now?” And Sukuna sounds genuinely surprised, baring his sharp canines in a shocked grin. “Y’think you can hah- already take me now?” Hissing as he drags your sloppy mouth up and off his sensitive lengths, only to question. “You sure about that?”

This angle gives you the perfect view of his intimidating cocks - massive, painfully hard. Fat tips flushed the same shade of pretty pink, angry and weeping all over your swollen lips. Twin veins throbbing urgently at your hot breath, both swollen lengths twitch so animalistically when you spit. Once. Twice.

“Heh- you always do surprise me, lil’ human.”

And shit you were goading him into it - toying with him.

But you didn’t expect that in all of two seconds, Sukuna would be lifting you easily off the ground with two big arms, wrapping your boneless legs around his waist to fit you snugly like a puzzle piece against his muscled body.

“Wh-what-”

“Y’asked, my girl.” he whispers, ragged at what a needy lil’ slut you were being for him right now. His other two free arms aligning both leaky tips at your quivering cunt. “N’ since you’re so fuckin’ spoiled, guess I gotta always hah- give ya what you want, huh?”

“You mean- oh-” It’s right around this time that you can’t think - you can’t even breathe. Can’t do anything but surrender to the two massive lengths bullying past your stretchy ring of muscle. Molding the entrance of your cunt to the shape of his cocks.

“Mmm fuck m’never gonna get tired of this stretch.” he’s groaning throatily, humming with each little half-thrust inside you. Just barely a push and pull. “So wet n- how the fuck hah- are you this tight?”

You scoff, mouth sharp even when it feels like he’s splitting you in half, “I can think of ngh- t-two reasons.”

And then Sukuna has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - loud and baritone, the force of his chest rumbling having you slipping deeper and deeper down his massive cock. Losing your barely-there footing with each inch he’s feeding into your needy cunt.

You sputter, “Ngh- f-fuck you’re in so deep.”

“F-f-fuck you’re in so deep.” Sukuna mimics your moans in a pitch much higher than his own. Giving the fat of your ass a sharp smack! as he massages your way down. “M’not even hah- halfway in yet so ya better buckle up, brat.”

And it was true - he was still pushing in desperate, purposeful ruts upwards of his hips. Short strokes that you’d never have the king of curses do - unless he was feeling particularly nice.

Your legs dangle in midair, nails digging into his tan skin with each smack of his heavy set balls with each movement, leaving a smear of precum and spit. Sliding you down so much easier than he thought it would. Down, down, down…

“Ya feel me in here?” you’re gasping at the pressure of one of his sharp nails. Dangerous. Trailing down, down, down to draw an imaginary line on your stomach. One. And another one not too long aways, “And here?” At your cockdrunk little nod, he smiles - dark and wild. “Use your words if you ah- want what’s comin’.”

He feels you milk his cocks even harder at that, like you’re trying to drag out something delicious when you squeal, “Can feel you- can’t feel anything but you-”

The tip of his thick finger dances higher and higher. And he gruffs out, “Well, soon enough m’gonna be- hah here!”

That deep promise is all that runs through your oversaturated mind before Sukuna’s ramming into you - no mercy. Just shoving you down his throbbing cock until he could see them bulge outwards from your supple skin, leaving a lewd little mark right where he predicted it would be.

Bullseye.

“Oh fuuuuck, so nice n’ tight f’me.” Sukuna whimpers - he whimpers. Fuck, the feeling of your walls trying desperately to take shape to his cocks so addictive. So dizzying the way he can feel himself rubbing against one another, bulbous veins throbbing in time to an erratic staccato. “So nice and- and-” he’s losing his words now, slurring with each languid half-thrust up into your cervix. “-mine.”

The word seemed to have made something so feral and dark poke its head out of Sukuna’s exterior. Because then he’s dragging you sloppy cunt like he owned her, all the way from his weeping tips down until your clit was scratching against those tufts of pink at his hilt.

Slamming into you promisingly until you see stars, until you’re cumming. Electricity running through your veins just at the feeling of being so full.

Fucking you through your high, Sukuna only taunts, “Now this is where the real fun starts.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - NO CONTROL

“Why the- why the fuck-” your gasp is drowned out by the sharp rip! of fabric echoing across your boyfriend’s luxurious childhood bedroom. Pieces of your poor panties currently laying in tatters on its hardwood floor, “-do they make these things so easy access?”

As if they could be anything but easy access.

Not with the way Gojo had you bent over the nearest desk he could find, your wrists pinned, skirt bunched up, cunt slobbering and already struggling around where he was just dipping his fat head inside.

Yet, you still manage to hiss over your shoulder, “If- if it’s so ‘easy access’ then why the fuck did you hah- rip it, you fool?”

But ah you should’ve known better than to give Gojo Satoru one of your glares. Because that along with your honeyed insults have him twitching ferally inside you, the curve of his cock jolting perfectly against your hidden sweet spot. Of course.

“Because.” he gives you a sly chuckle, the very tip of his aching cock dragging along your gummy walls. “You should know this by now.” Nipping at the shell of your ear, “M’so big that even those panties are a problem, sweetheart.”

And oh the smug bastard, he’s pushing into your heavenly cunt in languid grinds. Savoring. Hypnotic.

You’re gasping when one of his calculated thrusts mashes against your sensitive areas, the slow push and pull having your nails almost digging into the wooden desk. Scrambling onto your very tip-toes to glide your gummy walls against his thick length.

“Toru…” you moan, hissing in warning. “Y-you better be quiet or else your hah- your parents are gonna hear us.”

“Hah! Me? Me?” he cackles, drinking in your bleary gaze, the way your mouth was falling slack with each tempo of his hips. “Think you should be more ngh- worried about yourself, sweetheart.” He’s pressing a hot mess of a kiss one your swollen lips, your shoulders. Down, down, down wherever he could reach down your arched spine, “Besides. We’ll be s-sneaky, m’jus’ puttin’ in the-”

And perhaps for the first time in his life, the great Gojo Satoru is utterly speechless. Words catching in his chest at the sinful sight right below him.

Your legs spread, shaking. Inner thighs smeared with the glossy sheen of the mess he’s making of your poor cunt. And you pussy- oh fuck, your pussy. With your puffy folds spread, bulging even with the effort to take it just past his fat head. Quivering and struggling with each experimental grind.

Fuck, it was hard to look at it, too. It made him throb so painfully - it made him grow bigger.

“Ngh! What the fuck-” you spit at the feeling of that familiar burn, your syrupy walls being stretched to their absolute limits.

“Shhh shhh- change of plans, sweetheart.” Is all Gojo grunts in response, bending his long, long legs at the knees to bully himself inside easier. Two big arms wrapping around your middle, reaching over to give your clit a determined swivel of his fingers. “M’gonna go about- halfway? Yeah, halfway.”

And yet, he sounds unsure himself. Voice just a pitch higher, breathy, like he was losing more and more of his sanity with each little half-thrust he’s gifting your poor cunt with.

Just quick, methodical little kisses of his hips to yours, heavy balls smacking against your thighs with each inch your greedy cunt is swallowing up. Milking the absolute fucking soul out of him.

“F-fuck!” you keen when that thick vein of his down the middle massages your good spot. The adorable sound making Gojo’s eyes light up, smirking as he hikes his knee up higher to piston deep into your dripping pussy. Heady with the squelches from below. “Th-this is hah more than- half Toru-”

Fuck, was it?

Gojo hadn’t even noticed - too drunk on the way you were squeezing his poor, overworked cock so tight. Until it was almost difficult to plunge into your dripping cunt - to split you apart on it exactly the way he wanted.

But, well, now that he was taking a long, hard look - he was just a bit more than halfway through. Brows raising in delight at the way your hips are pushing back in mindless little swivels for more.

“Then, I guess-” he trails off, two large hands of his coming to rest at your waist. A disappointed whine rips from the back of your throat when his ruthless hips slow down to a still, pulsing with anticipation. “-might as well finish the job.”

“Oh- what- you fuckin’-” The rest of your sentence is swallowed up in the way he rolls his hips forwards - fully. Inch by fucking inch. Catching in your ring of resistance less than all the way through, but still pushing. Still rutting forwards so animalistically. “Toru—” You whine at the stretch, the pure dizzying feeling of him shaping your cunt to the thick girth of his swollen cock. “S’too big- I can’t ngh-”

Pretty pink lips shut up your babbling mouth, murmuring deeply, “No no no no- no you can take it- you can oh.” Long, slender fingers coming up to roll against your poor clit, loosening your feeble reisstance, “Look at the- fuck jus’ look at the way you want me.” And you’re barely registering the hand smushing your cheeks together in an embarrassing pout, forcing you to look down at the steady, lazy torture of him splitting you apart on his massive cock. “This isn’t even fuck- me. Look at how you’re fucking back. How you want me so badly.”

And, usually, you’d snap at Gojo - tell him he’s too cocky for his own good.

But it was true.

You were meeting his sloppy, untimed bounced halfway through. Helping yourself be fucked into that expensive desk. And he’s pushing - so persistent.

So utterly wrecked when his leaky tip nudges against your spongy cervix, stars behind his eyes when his heavy balls smack your thighs. Unstopping - not until your ass was settled snugly against those tufts of white at his base. Finally, all the way in.

Through it all, he manages to rasp out, “Hey, did ya know the walls in his house are soundproofed?”

“...”

“So why don’t we go a proper round, sweetheart? Or five?”

A/N. I did NOT expect these to get so long but yk what I’m not upset.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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adult swim

Jake sim x fem!reader, Ni-ki x fem!reader, masterlist

Summary: What happens when Niki walks in on you and Jake fucking like animals? He of course tries fucking you too. word count: 9.6k, mdni, A/N: this used to be in three parts but i've decided to put them together this is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent anyone in real life who is mentioned.

a/n: THOSE teaser photos actually ruined me, pg divider by firefly graphics on tumblr

Tags: nsfw, CHEATING - dont like it? dont read it, NO plot, semi-public sex, p in v, some fingering, everybody is very horny lmao, heavy petting (I had to), some slight dry humping, making out, they’re being watched but don’t know it :) angst, betrayal, jealousy, power play, use of bdsm gear, controlling and angry Jake, forced submission, brat tamer Jake, dom!jake,, brat!niki, sub!reader, niki and reader are restrained by rope, jealousy, general sneakiness, Niki is younger than reader and Jake, pwp, filming (dubcon), op is toxic and Niki is slightly pervy, size kink, manhandling, blackmail, tummy bulge, creampie and I think that should cover everything ??

One minute you two were excusing yourselves from everybody else, going inside the house with the only intention of drinking some fresh water.

But the way Jake was leaning against the kitchen counter, smiling at you. You just had to kiss him.

So naturally one kiss turned into a whole makeout.

And it is precisely why and how you find yourself pressing your chest into his naked one, your back arching.

Jake’s hands on your ass, pushing you against his hardening dick – still hidden behind his swim trunks.

“J-jake,” you whimper, “please, I need more.”

“We can’t,” he sighs, letting both of us catch our breath. He slides his hands on your waist, effectively pulling you even closer to him.

“Stop that,” Jake says, a slight whine in his voice. He’s referring to the way your nails are raking over his chest, your thighs rub together trying to relieve some friction. Any friction really.

And the way Jake is looking down at you isn’t helping, unknowingly your lips turn into a pout, eyes widening before a sharp and quick slap lands on your ass.

You audibly moan at that, biting your lips as you look at Jake through your eyelashes, “if you’re trying to turn me on even more, it’s working,” you tell him.

Jake pushes his hips into yours creating some of the friction you know the both of you are craving.

“It’s not my fault you get turned on by everything I do babe,” he tells you with a quick peck to your lips.

Jake continues “but really though, we shouldn’t do anything here with that big ass window, someone could see us.”

He’s referring to the glass walls separating the kitchen from the outside pool where the rest of the guys were currently at. With their never ending games in the pool you doubt any of them would even glance in your direction.

“I don’t care,” you tell him “besides, they’re all in the pool nobody is gonna look inside, c’mon please Jakey at least finger me while we makeout,” you shamelessly beg.

You see hesitation on his face and don’t feel even slightly bad when you push your ass into his hands, letting your hands slowly and deliberately reach the back of his head – you start playing with his hair, lightly tugging on it - a weakness you knew Jake had.

“Please Jakey,” you further beg, “I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet, nobody is gonna see us.”

“Fuck, okay okay, I can’t even fucking concentrate when you look at me like that,” Jake says, landing another slap on your ass – this one lighter, not painful as was the previous one, but still enough to leave a light delicious stings.

You smile into the kiss, knowing you’ve won this time and lean completely into him.

You feel his hands slide below your swim trunks, touching the naked skin underneath. His hands are gripping your ass when you feel his right hand slide towards your wanting hole.

“Jakey,” you murmur, spreading your legs apart to give him easier access. Your kiss is turning more and more messy the longer you two stand in the kitchen, saliva mixing together. A loud squelching sound can be heard throughout the kitchen – you both paying it no mind.

You grip his bicep when he finally pushes his middle digit in, sighing in content.

“Please Jake, gimme more,” you moan into his mouth, “I’ve been thinking about this – about your fingers, your dick, your tongue, o-oh, all day Jakey, ah, yeah all day.”

Jake continues fingering you, his left hand wrapped around your waist – holding you up. You had completely relaxed as soon as he started curling his finger inside of you.

“Yeah princess?” Jake groans, “is that why you’ve been teasing me all day,” he asks pushing his middle and ring finger in and out of you with hard and precise motion, finger fucking you exactly the way you like it, “think I haven’t noticed you pushing your pretty tits into my face all fucking day, I should punish you really, but here I am instead giving you exactly what you want.”

Suddenly his fingers leave your wanting pussy and you gasp as he turns you around right hand tightly gripping your hip as he pushes your back down with his left one.

Jake has manhandled you into a doggy style position. This way you can feel the bulge of his hard dick pressing against your clothed slit.

“Mmm are gonna fuck here Jakey?” u whine, shimmying your pussy against his dick, “you gonna fuck for me for anyone to see?” you ask, whimpering when he spanks you in two quick motions.

“Stop being so damn slutty,” Jake whispers, “what feeling shy suddenly?”

He’s referring to the way you flinch when a loud scream is heard from the outside, you try to stand up but Jake is already pushing your bottoms to the side.

“Gonna give it to you just the way you like it princess, don’t care if anyone sees us, I’ve had it with your slutty behavior today, maybe this will teach you a lesson,” Jake rambles as he lines his dick to your wanting entrance.

“F-fuck you’re so wet, you wanna get caught huh,” he asks, a slight smile in his words. Wordlessly you grip your cheeks, spreading them apart in silent command.

He starts pushing his dick into you and you do your best to muffle your moans, the way he’s stretching your gummy walls-

“Yeah, you want someone to see us? Look how fucking wet you’re getting, you’re practically creaming on my dick already,” Jake groans.

You whine at that, pushing your ass back and forth, the slow rhythm Jake set driving you crazy.

“Faster Jakey, need it faster please,” you whine, perhaps a bit too loud. An action that grants you another slap on your ass.

You moan again, unknown to the both of you that Ni-ki had just walked into the kitchen. Jake continues to pound into you his eyes fixated on the way his dick disappears into you. Watching – almost mesmerized – the way your lips grip onto his dick, a thick white ring hugging his dick tightly.

Jake moans when he feels your walls stretch and squeeze his dick, shutting his eyes shut so he doesn’t cum too quickly.

Ni-ki freezes as soon as he both hears and sees you two – not knowing what to do. He had originally came inside to see where the two of you were, not expecting to see a scene like this.

With you being bent over in the middle of the kitchen and Jake pounding you from behind. He can’t help it when he feels his dick getting hard, your moans making his brain short-circuit. He watches Jake grip your tits from behind, feeling his own dick twitch.

“J-jake, fuck I’m so close, Jake” he hears you moan, watching as your hand travels to your clit.

Niki watches your fingers work in circular motions over your clit and that’s when he decides. He shuffles himself behind a wall, effectively hiding himself from both of you as he makes quick work, wrapping his hand around his hard dick.

Niki quickly spreads his precum over his dick, furiously jacking himself off. He has never done anything with a girl before and he thought you were hot from the first time Jake introduced you to him.

Watching you fall apart under Jake made him think of all the other times you and Jake had disappeared together.

“Baby, ooh, I can feel you squeezing me, fuck,” Jake moans, he sounded so whiny and Niki couldn’t help but notice and store every single detailed in his brain.

So Niki continues watching, gripping his dick harder and watching with his lower lip between his teeth. He watches his hyung as he pushes his hips into yours so hard you stumble forward. Watches you press one hand over your mouth as your other hand works in quick motion over your clit. Niki watches as Jake – still inside of you – lets you stand straight and lean on him. Niki’s so turned on right now, so much so that he cums embarrassingly fast, your and Jake’s orgasm triggering his own.

Post nut clarity hits Niki hard, feeling embarrassed he runs to the bathroom to clean himself up. And yet he can’t deny he wants more, he wants to watch you two again – maybe even join in? But no, he knows Jake would kill him if he ever found out even about this time.

Meanwhile you and Jake are just coming down from your orgasms.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” Jake whispers to you, his hands feel light on your stomach where he is caressing you. Your hands are over his, tracing over the veins on his hands.

Just a mere week after you had a pool day with Jake and the rest of his teammates, you found yourself hanging out with them yet again.

This time around the company prepared a team dinner – the comeback promo was wrapping up and everybody was still chasing the buzz that only a successful comeback brings.

At first you were a bit apprehensive about joining Jake but he insisted, saying some of the guys wanted to see you, and yes, they really didn’t mind you tagging along. But still, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Seated between your boyfriend. And right across from you was Niki. Niki.

After Jake and you fucked literally in the middle of the kitchen sense finally seemed to hit you. You still vividly remember coming back outside to everyone else (with Jake next to you of course), and feeling the sense of dread filling your stomach.

Niki wasn’t there.

The rest of the guys were still in the pool, hadn’t even noticed Niki had disappeared.

You tried subtly asking when he went back inside, IF he even is inside but nobody could answer.

And so since then, since the seven days have passed you have declined every one of Jake’s invitations to come over to his dorms and chill. You knew he was slightly hurt over your refusal but you couldn’t risk facing Niki.

Because after he had joined everybody else outside he couldn’t even meet your eyes. Averting his gaze whenever you looked at him.

He made you feel tense, so much bigger and taller than you, at first you just wrote it off as being intimidated by him. But now you can’t deny why you feel so on edge around him.

Hence why you tried to avoid him all together.

And now here he was, sitting right in front of you.

You try not to stare at him, try not to stare at his defined chest, his open shirt hiding nothing underneath. You try not to imagine the way the necklace he was wearing right now would feel hitting your face whilst he fuc-

“you okay baby, you look tense?” Jake asks, waking you from your daze.

You wish he wasn’t so kind to you, wish his actions didn’t make you feel guilty for thinking what you were. And what you weren’t thinking about – him, your boyfriend, your loving and caring boyfriend who noticed immediately if you weren’t feeling great and tried to help.

No, instead here you were trying to sneak glances at Niki. And with the way you noticed him trying to subtly stare at you… you knew this wouldn’t end well.

You needed to stop before things escalate and someone gets hurt.

Niki on the other side of the table is feeling somewhat nervous. Not sharing the same guilt you’re feeling, he is instead trying to recall every detail of how you sounded and looked that day. He hasn’t been able to forget it.

It didn’t help that Jake just couldn’t shut the fuck up about you, constantly bringing you up. One day it was the selfie you sent to Jake that Jake just had to show off ‘isn’t she just so cute,’ and then the next day mopping around, missing you.

And Niki just wanted some fucking break from you.

He was exhausted of thinking about you. And here you are, sitting in front of him and looking so pretty. It’s like you were teasing him on purpose, coming here in a dress that hugs your body just right, smelling divine.

Niki stares at the way your fingers trace the edge of your wine glass. Gulping as he remembers how just a week ago he watched those same fingers play with your clit.

He wanted to talk to you as soon as he saw you, somewhat missing you when he didn’t see you around the dorms. He couldn’t decide if he wanted your absence to mean you and Jake were having issues or not.

He doesn’t care really, as long as he gets to see you, talk to you, maybe even cop a feel sneakily.

And yet, you haven’t so much as glanced at him a couple of times. But that wasn’t enough for Niki, that wasn’t what he wanted.

He subtly stretches out across his seat, moving his leg so it rests next to yours. He sees you flinch slightly at the touch. You glance at him in disapproval – but you don’t move your leg.

Niki softly grazes your calf, half surprised but also pleased when you stretch your leg out – closer to his.

He watches as Jake - clueless to what is going on right in front of him - protectively puts his arm on your back rest.

Niki sees Jake whisper something to you, you shaking your head in answer, and he can’t help but feel an ugly feeling overtake him. He swears to himself it isn’t jealousy and yet he calls out to you. Shifting your attention back to himself.

“Noona?” Niki tries, his voice cracking embarrassingly, he winces and asks you to pass him the soy sauce.

Jay calls him out, pointing out the sauce is closer to Jay than to you.

Niki ignores him.

You on the other hand were feeling a bit taken off guard. With the glare Niki directed at Jake’s hand, the footsie play he started under the table and the way he keeps looking at you… now you’re pretty sure he saw or at least heard you and Jake the other day in the kitchen.

You thought acknowledging that would make you uncomfortable, and maybe if it were any of the other guys you would be. But since it was Niki, it strangely feels exhilarating.

And maybe, just maybe it makes you want to see how far Niki is willing to take this game he started tonight.

So, naturally you decide to test him.

You slide your foot up his leg, when you reach his knee you lightly push your heel into it. You hear Niki hiss the high heel pressing into his knee uncomfortably, you smirk when he listens and spreads his legs. Your leg travels higher and higher. Closer and closer to his crotch. But after you reach his inner thigh you pull back.

You feel Niki wrapping his fingers around your ankle, trying to keep your foot on his leg, but you manage to pull away. The look he gives you is enough to have your thighs squeezing together.

After that someone, maybe Jungwon decides the guys – and also you, need to wrap up the night alone.

And so the seven guys and you, find yourselves back at their dorms.

There’s drinks and a quiet hum of rnb music present throughout the living room.

Everything happened so fast, meaning you couldn’t really play with Niki anymore. Which was a shame, because he looked cute flustered. And also hot. With flushed cheeks, partially closed eyelids and dilated pupils.

Fuck, you really needed to stop thinking about him before anything escalates.

As a poor attempt at distracting yourself you decide to go to Jake. Luck really wasn’t on your side tonight as you see him on the living room couch – conversing with Niki.

You slide next to Jake, deliberately on the side further from Niki.

“What’s up baby?” Jake smiles at you, pulling you into his lap and smiling stupidly up at you.

He was so drunk. And now you’re straddling him. In front of Niki. Again, you and Jake are being inappropriate in front of Niki again.

You try to keep your dress from hiking up your thigh, feeling a burning look on the exposed skin. That you know isn’t coming from your boyfriend.

Jake wraps his hands around your body pulling you into him and breathing you in.

“You smell good,” he mumbles.

“Thanks Jakey,” you say as your hands subconsciously travel to his hair.

Jake starts kissing your neck and you, hyper aware of Niki’s presence try to push him away, but Jake only pouts at you.

Niki tries not to watch as you kiss Jake back, tries to ignore the way you’re looking at Jake. When you should be looking at him instead.

When the two of you start full on making out, tongues meeting, Niki dazedly watches Jake’s hands explore your body – your lower back, your waist, naked thighs.

Niki wants to take Jake’s place so bad, wants to make you moan and whine and whimper. Wants to make you feel good, make you fall apart for him. For Niki.

The three of you get interrupted by a playful shout coming from the kitchen. Sunghoon was annoying Sunoo, holding a drink above his head – just high enough so Sunoo can’t quite grab it from him. Their banter enough to break whatever was starting on the couch.

“I-I should go,” Niki hears you say.

Jake pouts at you, letting you stand up, “but I thought you were gonna sleep over?”

“No sorry, I have a work thingy tomorrow,” you lie.

“If I’d known I wouldn’t have drank so much baby,” Jake whines, “how are you gonna get home?”

“You know I could take her,” Niki quickly interjects.

Niki sees you tense at that, your arms wrapping around your body as if you could read his wanting thoughts.

“You would do that?” Jake asks, eyes big.

Niki only nods in agreement, amazed that getting you alone really would be that easy.

“You okay with that baby?” Jake asks you. Niki notes the slight hesitation and tension in your voice – but you don’t disagree. Jake doesn’t notice the way the air in the room seemed to shift.

Jake walks the two of you to the doors and bids you goodbye. Kissing you in farewell. Niki doesn’t miss the way Jake’s hands slip to your ass and giving you a squeeze.

He just smirks as he looks away. Deciding right here that this was going to be his spot soon. And you were going to let him. You would enjoy it.

And you do. You let Niki accompany you home. You unlock your door stiffly, hyper aware of Niki’s gaze on your hands as you pull down the doorknob, letting the hallway light steep into your apartment.

“Um, thanks for walking me home Niki,” you speak with your eyes on the floor, unable to meet his intense gaze.

With his hand under your chin Niki gently lifts your head up. And you feel the tension melt of your body, feeling an invisible string pulling you to him.

“Are you thanking me or the floor?” Niki teases, a smirk on his lips. He bites his lip as he stares down at your smaller frame. Subtly crowding you towards the door.

You take a step back and Niki follows, follows until the two of you enter the privacy of your home.

Niki softly kicks the door behind him closed and you finally manage to take your eyes off him.

“What are we doing?” you ask.

“Everything we want,” Niki easily replies. He rests his arm on the wall fully entering your personal bubble.

You try not to show him the affect he has on you, try to calm your breathing but still your chest betrays you. Betrays your deep breaths, your forbidden thoughts.

The cut of the dress was dangerously low and you can see Niki glance at your heaving chest. Your lacy bra peeking out. He licks his lips and you want to whine with how much you want to kiss him right now.

Want him to touch you.

“Noona,” Niki breathes, “I know you want this too, so just let me make you feel good.”

“It’s not that simple Niki,” you tell him, pressing yourself into the wall. You badly needed to clear your head, get a grip, but the close proximity and Niki’s scent were driving you crazy.

“Yes it is,” he says, a hand experimentally reaching out and touching your waist. “Interesting, some things you’ll do without closing a door, but this? This is where you want to draw the line?"

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asks, even though you fully know exactly what Niki was implying.

“What me and Jake do is none of your business,” you tell him sharply. You try to push him back but Niki holds your wrist in place, trapping you between the wall and himself.

He knows how small and weak you are compared to him and a twisted part of him gets off to that. To know he could just do whatever he wanted to you right now, and you would just have to take it.

Niki shifts in his place, the bulge in his pants straining uncomfortably.

“Oh, but you made it my business,” he says, a crazed look on his beautiful face. He’s still holding you in place when he kisses your neck.

You try to hold back any noise, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But this only spurs Niki on to be rougher. He bites your neck and the pleasure travels straight to your pussy.

With your hands on his chest you try to push him away, “Niki stop, you can’t leave a mark.”

He listens, pulling away with a smirk on his face, “please, as if Jake would notice with how drunk he was tonight.”

“But enough about him noona, where’s your bedroom?”

You wordlessly take him to your bedroom, trying to ignore the sound of clothing hitting the ground.

Anticipation is killing you as you reach your room. You start to pull your tight black dress off your body when Niki stops you.

“I want to,” he says, clad in only his boxers. You think you see him drop his phone on your bed but that thought is quickly forgotten when Niki’s mouth is on yours.

Niki unzips the dress, and you think you hear him gasp behind you when it falls open. Cute.

You bend down so the dress can be fully taken of, but also because you know Niki is behind you and watching your every move.

He fondles your ass, hands traveling to your hips so he can push your ass against himself.

Niki hisses when his clothed dick rubs on your ass. Fuck, this was exactly how he watched Jake have you.

Niki thinks the plum shade of your matching lingerie set looks stunning on you, but he also wants to rip it off you. Wants to reveal your aching cunt to him. He can feel it pulsate where his dick meets it.

“Nikie, c’mon, do something,” he hears you whine.

He sucks in a sharp breath when you turn around, unclasping your bra.

When you face Niki topless you can just feel his dilated gaze drinking your every curve in.

It makes you slightly insecure but it much more turns you on. You can’t remember the last time Jake looked at you with so much raw want.

You shake the thought of Jake out of your mind, kissing Niki instead.

When he kisses you this time he is less careful, more rough. Harshly pushing his tongue into your mouth and shifting you down so you are laying on the bed.

Your bedroom is full of whines and moans as you help Niki take his boxers off.

“Nikiii,” you whine, not caring if he finds you pathethic, “please just fuck me already, I want it so bady” all your senses filled with him. His touch, his scent, his deep voice.

Niki is serious as he stares down at you, contemplating something.

“Promise you won’t be mad,” he says and before you can eve say ‘what’ he is ripping your panties off of you.

“Ohmygod,” you whisper, legs wrapping around him in instinct. He doesn’t give you any time to complain as he lines his dick on your pussy.

You both whine in sync. Both realizing jut how big his dick was compared to your tiny pussy.

“Niki it won’t fit,” you tell him, “you need to prep me first.”

“Fuck noona, I can’t wait, please I’ll put it in slowly I promise,” Niki mumbles, shifting himself closer to you.

He is once again so close that all your senses are overcome with only him. Only Niki.

“O-okay,” you agree, your hands resting on his back – ready to scratch him if he hurts you.

Niki guides his dick to your wanting hole but he doesn’t just push his dick into you. No, he playfully nudges it against your hole a couple of times before pushing his mushroom head into you.

You loudly moan when you feel him stretch your tiny walls apart, “fuck, fuck, fuck wait Niki,” you panic, nails pushing into his back.

The pain of your nails piercing Niki’s skin had the opposite wanted effect. His hips stuttering, dick twitching with Niki closing his eyes tightly.

“Noona,” he speaks, voice so deep it makes you painfully clench around his mushroom head, “don’t do that or I’m gonna cum.”

“And that would be a realshame,” he continues, pushing his dick now slower between your gummy walls, “because-“ thrust “I really-“ thrust “wanna-“ thrust. “give it to you.”

By the time he had stopped speaking his dick has fully bullied his way into your gushing pussy, stretching your walls impossibly.

The fullness felt so good, and you subconsciously sunk your nails into Niki’s back again.

He moaned and you loved the sound, “you like pain Niki,” you tease. Experimenting how much pain he could take as you continued with your administrations.

“Okay, fuck that,” Niki says, pulling out of you. You gasp at his sheer strength as Niki easily lifts you as he manhandles you so you’re – still on the bed – on your hands and knees.

You arch your back, laying on your forearms instead when his you see his phone right next to your hand on the bed.

Niki is pushing his dick into you again, “agh, Niki, you’re too big, mmhps, push it in slower.”

Listening to your whines Niki slows down, reaching for his phone.

“What are you doing?” you ask, feeling way too much pleasure to gather the strength to look back for yourself and see.

“Filming.” Is all you get.

You freeze, momentarily forgetting about the way his dick is stretching you.

“What?! Why, stop!” you start freaking out, Niki holds your body down, continuing filming.

“I don’t think so noona, now be a good girl for the camera,” he darkly says. A thousand thoughts are racing through your mind right now, heart beating erratically.

But sill, his thrusts are making your traitorous body heave in pleasure.

“C’mon fuck yourself on my dick pretty,” Niki riles you on, “be good and I won’t show this video to anyone,” he threatens.

You whine, but comply anyway. It felt humiliating pushing your ass into his still hips. Yes, it felt humiliating, but a dark and twisted part of you knew you have never before in your life been turned on more than you were right now.

“That’s right noona, show me how much you like this,” Niki praises you.

He stops videotaping, putting his phone away as he locks in again.

“Now it’s my turn,” he tells you before he starts pounding you.

You moan at the pace he set, feeling his dick bulge inside of you. When you look down you’re also able to see his dick disappear in your pussy, before seeing its shape bulging out of you.

You’re a moaning mess, when Niki speaks again, his voice hoarse, “c’mon pretty, show me how you touch yourself.”

Niki is full of praises when you do exactly what he tells you to. His thrust are starting to get more erratic and you can tell he’s close.

The thought of Niki spilling his dick and filling your pussy with his cum is enough to bring you to the edge.

Your walls squeeze and pulse around his dick and you hear Niki softly curse before you feel warm inside.

He just came inside of you.

“fuck I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wanted to pull out but you were squeezing me so tight I couldn’t,” he apologizes, his low voice making you clench around nothing.

“it’s ok, it felt good,” you tell him shimmying your hips a little.

“Look,” you tell him when you feel his cum start to trickle out of you.

“Fuck, I think I’m hard again,” Niki tells you. He reaches for his phone and this time you don’t stop him.

He takes a quick picture and then he’s off. He comes back with a towel helping you clean up.

Niki doesn’t stay for longer, doesn’t offer to cuddle and just gruffly tells you “keep in touch.” And then he’s gone.

The guilt was consuming you. You couldn’t understand how this happened. Aware that the situation could be avoided if only you held back. You also blamed Niki to some extent.

Whatever feelings he has towards you, he should’ve squashed. Should’ve just left you alone, not walk you home, you could’ve managed by yourself. But you didn’t want to raise any suspicion with Jake.

Ugh. You wish you could just forget anything even happened.

And so, you do your best pretending. You go to the dorms as you usually would, and for the past two days, you haven’t seen Niki. You kind of were avoiding him to be honest, but Jake was your boyfriend.

And you would fix whatever you broke – even if Jake didn’t know about anything.

You two are curled up on his bed, on your second movie of the night when your phone dings. You were almost too comfy to move away from Jake, contemplating ignoring it. Laying down on his chest, him in a half-sitting position, with his back to the bed’s headboard.

The second ping forces the curiosity out of you, as you reach for your phone.

‘yo, come into my room real quick,’ it reads. Annoyed you contemplate leaving him on seen.

‘ik uve read this,’ when you still don’t reply he texts you for the third time in a row.

Dread fills your stomach when you read his message.

‘i think Jake would like to see our video…’

‘Niki stop, im not coming to your room,, delete the video’ you quickly type.

‘not unless you get your ass in here,’ he replies just as quick.

“who’s texting you baby?” Jake asks, trying to read the message over your shoulder.

“O-oh it’s nothing,” you try hiding our phone.

A little bit too quickly.

And now Jake knows something is up.

“Give me your phone,” he tells you and when you try to move from him, Jake gently holds you.

He softly calls out your name, and the difference between Jake and Niki is so clear to you now. Even clearer than it was before. Where Niki is rough, Jake is soft.

And the realization makes you sad, you possibly just gave something great up. Reluctantly you give Jake your phone.

He’s still looking at you with his pretty puppy eyes and you can feel tears swelling in your eyes.

Moving to the edge of the bed, you’re unable to meet his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Jake asks why is Niki texting you.

You can’t reply, not knowing what to say, that wouldn’t be an excuse. You know you fucked up and there’s no way to fix it.

“What video is he talking about baby?” Jake reaches out to you, hurt written all over his face.

“What are you doing? Oh my god, don’t text him,” you gasp, straddling Jake and trying to wrestle the phone out of his grasp.

You snatch the phone away from his quickly reading over the last sent message. From Jake to Niki.

Send me the video.

You really really hope Niki doesn't. But are left disappointed as you see he sent the video. Not messaging anything else.

Jake speaks again, his voice unlike anything you’ve heard before. He sounded empty and slightly mad. Not the cheerful and loving tone you were used to hearing him direct at you.

“Sit on my lap and press play,” he commands.

You move at a snail pace, crying as you climb into his lap. His warmth was comforting, but he did nothing else to calm you down. He didn’t pet you, didn’t hug you or tell you it was okay. Nothing like he was usually like.

You were both aware watching the video would change your relationship forever.

“C’mon press play,” Jake urges you, his back stiff and straight, mentally preparing himself for whatever he was about to see.

With shaky fingers you click on the video, your gasps and moans breaking the deadly silence in Jake’s room.

The video Niki took opens with a wide shot of your round ass. It was obvious Niki was the one filming, his big hand adorned with chrome hearts rings on your buttcheck, making it painfully obvious what was going on.

Niki pans down further, filming his dick disappearing in your pussy and reappearing in quick rhythm.

‘Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my dick,’ his voice rasps through your phone.

“We don’t have to watch this Jake-“ you start, locking your phone. When you turn to look back at Jake, he is peering down at you, brows furrowed.

“Text Niki to come downstairs.”

“No, why?”

“You’re going to text him. And when he gets here, you’re going to show him exactly who you belong to.”

Your breath stalls. “Jake…” you murmur, unsure if it's a protest or a plea. He doesn’t move, instead he continues watching you, silently daring you to disobey him.

“You’re not embarrassed you let him fuck you,” he says, voice low and steady. “You’re embarrassed I know he did.”

He reaches out—his fingers trailing up your thigh, possessive, not tender. “So let’s remind him—and you—what’s mine.”

There’s no room for negotiation. Not in the steel of his gaze. Not in the way your phone is already in his hand, screen glowing with the message app open, Niki’s name highlighted like a threat.

"Tell him to come downstairs. Don’t keep me waiting."

You reluctantly listen, fingers numb as you hit send.

Jake steps back, slow and controlled, eyes raking over you.

“Clothes off. All of them. And don’t cover yourself. You wanted him once—now he can see what he doesn’t get to touch unless I say so.”

You do as Jake says. Taking off your shirt, then shorts. Just as you start to hesitate Jake speaks again.

“Wasn’t acting so shy with Niki, did you? Did I say you can stop?”

Never seeing Jake like this before, you briskly unclasp your bra, your panties following in suit shortly.

“Good girl,” Jake murmurs as he stands in front of your small frame – sitting at the edge of his bed. You’re turned towards the door with Jake’s backside facing said door.

Jake’s look is intense as he towers over your sitting frame, his hand moving to your lips. The intensity and uncertainty of what he’s going to do to you sending bursts of shameful arousal straight to your core.

“Suck,” he tells you as he pushes a finger in your mouth.

You comply, applying pressure and letting spit pool in your mouth. You let it drool down your lips, knowing Jake likes it sloppy. He’s smirking down at you when you get interrupted.

Three short raps at the door are all it takes to bring stillness back into your body. You’re frozen as Jakes speaks, not looking at you. He calls out, calm as ever.

“Door’s open.”

It creaks open slowly, as if Niki isn’t sure whether this is a trap or an invitation. You don’t turn your head, you don’t dare. But you feel Niki enter. Feel the air shift when he sees you—seated, exposed, held still by the quiet command of Jake’s presence alone.

“Took you long enough,” Jake says, folding his arms. “Go ahead. Take a good look.”

There’s a silence that stretches, thick and stifling. You can sense Niki looking at you, his breath shallowing, hesitation and hunger caught in his throat.

“This what you wanted, Niki?” Jake asks, his voice dropping, dangerously soft. “You wanted to see my girl? Blackmail her into coming to your room?”

Niki swallows, and for once, he says nothing.

“She’s not hiding anything from me this time,” Jake continues, stepping forward and running a single finger down the curve of your spine. “She’s mine. Every sound she makes, every inch of skin you saw—mine.”

Then he turns to you, eyes sharp, unrelenting.

“Kneel.”

You obey, trembling in half fear and half arousal. You can feel Niki watching, his silence louder than any breath. The room is hot, full of something palpable neither of you have a name for. It feels like the three of you just stepped into melted honey, your skin too warm and sticky. Niki not much better, his shirt clinging to his body.

Jake on the other hand looks unaffected by all of this. Whatever hurt he was feeling before is gone – replaced with anger and jealousy.

Jake circles slowly, like a man preparing the next move on the board.

“Since you two can’t be trusted to behave, I’m going to make sure you both learn the difference between what you want—and what I allow.”

When neither of you speak Jake looks at the two of you.

Scoffing, he turns to Niki “thought you liked showing off, where’s the boasting now, huh? Or can you only manage that with a camera in your hands?”

He continues, “and you,” stepping in front of your naked and kneeling frame. Jake crouches down in front of you, your gazes’ level with each other.

“Since it seems I’m not enough for you, princess, I’ll give you two options. Do you want Niki to touch you too, or should he just watch?”

Your mouth drops open; you look towards Niki – still stood by the door and notice the bulge in his pants. Jake follows your gaze to Niki, and when he sees the strain in his pants, he lets out a humorless laugh.

“Of course. Pathetic.”

His hand drops from your chin as he rises, towering again—an authority neither of you can ignore.

“You don’t get to choose this time,” Jake says flatly, decidedly. His eyes are on you but his words meant for both of you. “You already chose when you let him put his dick in you once. So here’s how we are fixing this—he touches. I direct. You obey.”

Niki shifts, uncertain. You blink, caught between panic and heat, your body reacting faster than your brain.

Jake walks a slow circle behind you again, like a predator pacing around something already his.

“Strip,” he commands—not to you. To Niki.

There’s silence for a moment. Jake raises a brow.

“What? Too shy now? Didn’t seem that way when you were filming her moaning your name.”

Niki hesitates, but his fingers start working on his shirt. Jake watches him for a beat, then looks back down at you.

“Eyes down, sweetheart. You don’t get to watch him. He gets to watch you.”

Then, stepping closer, Jake speaks low and dark against your ear.

“Let him see what you sound like when you’re mine. Every moan. Every twitch. Every fucking breath—I’m in control of it.”

Jake steps around in front of you again, gaze sweeping over your body like he’s assessing his own work. Then he holds out his hand—not to offer, but to claim.

“Up. Hands behind your back.”

You rise on shaky legs, the soft weight of anticipation mixing with a flicker of nervous excitement. Your wrists slip obediently into place behind you, the subtle tremble in your fingers betraying the storm of sensations swirling beneath your calm exterior.

Jake moves with quiet confidence, producing a length of soft rope from the nearby dresser—he’s prepared, deliberate. Every movement he makes is controlled, practiced. When the rope wraps around your wrists, the binds are tight enough to hold, but never cruel—just enough to remind you of the control you’ve willingly handed over.

“Stay still.”

Your breath catches slightly, a delicious mix of trust and vulnerability tightening your chest. Then Jake turns to Niki, his gaze sharp but dismissive—he doesn’t even look at him.

Then to Niki—Jake doesn’t even look at him.

“You’re going to kneel in front of her.”

A beat.

“Now.”

Niki drops to his knees, eyes flickering briefly to meet yours. There’s a complicated mix of emotion in his expression—submission, frustration, and something softer, like reluctant respect—before he lowers his gaze again, accepting his place.

Jake moves behind you, one hand on your shoulder to keep you steady, the other trailing slowly down your spine.

“Don’t get cocky,” he warns Niki, tone like ice. “You touch when I say. You stop when I say. You breathe when I say.”

He bends forward slightly, speaking so only you can hear.

“Let’s see if you still moan for him while you're tied up in front of me.”

Then, louder “start with her thighs. Touch nowhere else.”

“You think I need your permission?” Niki suddenly asks, hands reaching towards your thighs anyway.

Jake doesn’t flinch. “No. But you’ll wait for it anyway.”

Niki bristles at the command, the sharp edge of his impatience flashing in his eyes. He wants to touch you freely, to claim you without restriction. Yet, beneath that simmering arrogance, he understands the game—and for now, this small allowance is better than nothing. It’s a taste, a promise of control over your pleasure that stokes the fire in his veins.

His hand grips your thigh—soft, plush skin that responds instantly, the warmth of your skin sending a pulse racing beneath his palm. You’re on edge, every nerve heightened, every tiny touch magnified into delicious sensation. A soft whimper escapes your lips as Niki teases, fingers inching closer to that most sensitive place, his large hand enveloping your thigh as if trying to claim it whole.

“Spread your legs, baby” Jake directs. You comply immediately glancing to see him staring at the two of you. His hands crossed in front of his chest.

“C’mon play with her, I know you want to,” he taunts Niki. Who looks at him, gambling on whether or not he is going to listen to his hyung.

Before he could protest, Jake is stepping closer “either you listen to me or don’t get to do anything with her. Ever again.”

Jake taunts Niki, who looks up at him, his expression a mix of hunger and hesitation. He’s already obeying, fingers grazing your skin, but Jake’s eyes flash—something dark and possessive stirring beneath the surface.

Niki inches his face closer to you, the smell of your wet cunt pulling him in. He looks up at you and it’s enough to bring an ache to your core.

You try to grip his hair, frustrated by your physical restraint. Still, you shuffle closer to Niki, thrusting your hip into his face.

“Easy baby, I didn’t tell him he could taste you, yet.”

“Why not,” you pout.

Niki glances up at you, his fingers now slowly rubbing tight circles over your clit. You moan—needy, aching, bound and desperate.

Jake watches in silence, still and unreadable for a long, charged beat—his eyes narrowing just slightly, a storm building beneath his calm exterior. The air thickens, the power in the room shifting. Your loud moan and Niki’s satisfied smirk up at you is enough for Jake to decide.

“You’re not touching her. Not now. Not anymore.”

Niki’s fingers freeze, his breath hitching as Jake’s presence presses over him like a storm. The sudden denial sharpens the tension in the room, twisting frustration and jealousy into something raw and potent.

Jake straightens, stepping behind Niki, his voice dripping with cold satisfaction.

“You can’t even follow simple instructions. So now you get to watch.”

Niki’s jaw clenches, eyes dark with a mix of anger and reluctant submission. He sinks back onto his knees, forced to witness, powerless to touch the woman he craves.

You shiver against Jake’s hand, the mix of emotions swirling inside you—desire, frustration, and the undeniable thrill of being so completely claimed.

And then to you “get on the bed. Face him.”

You blink—Jake’s words hitting you just as your knees threaten to buckle.

Jake doesn’t repeat himself. He simply reaches down, grabs the rope between your wrists, and guides you toward the bed like it’s a leash.

“On your knees. Face him.” Being led like you're on a leash sends a thrill through you—vulnerable but alive, burning with need. You glance at Niki, his hungry gaze fueling the fire inside you.

Your knees threaten to give out, but you force them steady. The rope between your wrists pulls tight—a constant reminder of how completely you’re his. Jakes. The ache between your legs sharpens, pulsing with every breath.

The mattress dips beneath you as you climb up, spine straight despite the pulse between your legs. You position yourself the way he said. Spine straight, chest rising and falling fast. Every nerve hums, every touch imagined, your body aching for more. You obey—knees spread, wrists bound—eyes locked on Niki.

Jake turns to him with all the calm of someone deciding which tool to use on a disobedient dog.

“Chair. Now.”

Niki doesn’t move fast enough.

“Try me,” Jake snaps.

That does it. Niki rises and drags a nearby chair across the floor, placing it exactly where Jake points—just a few feet in front of the bed. Jake shoves him down into it with one hand to the chest.

“Back straight. Hands on your thighs. You’re not touching anything now.”

The room hums with heat—every breath, every glance charged with desire. Niki’s restrained but wide-eyed, his frustration mingling with a grudging arousal. Jake’s control is absolute, but it only fans the flames burning between all of you.

Jake takes a step back, admiring the setup. His girl tied, exposed, flushed.

You feel every pulse in your body—bound and exposed, every nerve alive, every ache delicious. Jake’s gaze sears into you, possessive and fierce, while Niki watches, caught between yearning and submission.

But Jake’s not done.

Jake retrieves a second length of rope, tossing it over his shoulder as he approaches the chair.

“You want to act like a wild dog, Niki? Fine. Then I’ll make sure you sit like one.”

In minutes, he has Niki’s wrists tied to the arms of the chair—tight enough to hold, not enough to hurt. His thighs are spread, dick standing proud for you and Jake to see.

Jake steps back into your view, eyes locking with yours. There’s a burning desire but also an edge of a warning.

“Let him watch what you sound like when I’m the one inside you.”

Then, his fingers tilt your chin up. His thumb strokes your lower lip.

“No pouting this time, princess. You’re gonna moan for me loud enough for him to regret ever opening his mouth.”

You dumbly nod, anticipating his next move.

“Lay on your side,” Jake softly instructs.

He has you positioned directly in front of Niki, but your eyes are only on Jake.

You watch him as he drinks you in, bare and tied. His eyes revealing a crazy need.

Jake finally strip, his dick is swollen, red. You watch as Jake wraps his hand around it, stepping towards you.

Opening your mouth in silent invitation, you let Jake push his length in. You try to take him in all the way but your awkward position on the bed doesn’t allow you to do so.

You gag, Jake cooing in mock sympathy.

“Too big for you? Didn’t seem to have a problem with Niki,” he tsks.

Still, he doesn’t try to force you down on his dick, to take more than you can handle. He lets you suck him for a little longer.

“Make sure my dick is nice and wet for you, sweetheart,” Jake tells you, before he is glancing at Niki.

“Isn’t she such a good girl?” he asks him, his hand tangling in your hair.

You shut your eyes in pleasure, Jake’s dick still in your mouth. And just like with his fingers in your mouth, you let spit spill down his length.

You open your eyes when Jake pulls his dick out of your mouth.

“Look all you want,” Jake says to Niki, voice calm. “You wanted her, didn’t you? This is what it looks like when she’s not yours.”

And then he’s kneeling on the bed behind you. He fondles with your ass, as he tugs on his dick a couple of times.

You whimper when he enters you, his length spreading you apart, enough to make you dizzy with pleasure.

Jake doesn’t let you savor the moment, doesn’t let you adjust to his size. This was your punishment after all.

His thrust are hard, forceful. Your body moves back and forth with his, the bed squeaks and you look at Niki.

So much precum is leaking from his swollen dick it almost looks as if he came already.

His dark eyes are on your tits and when he notices you looking at him, his dick twitches.

You moan, wanting Niki yet again and Jake sees it. He stops.

“Eyes on me. I said he gets to watch—not be part of it.”

It’s a subtle but brutal blow to both of you.

You whine, shuffling on the bed in a more comfortable position. You plop on your chest, hips still sideways on the bed.

You don’t mind the odd position, not when Jake’s hand is on your pussy.

“Baby, you’re gonna show Niki just how good and loud you get for me, aren’t you?”

Jake fucks you the way he knows you like it, his fingers on your clit.

“She’s so fucking responsive for me. You ever get her to shake like this, Niki? No—you just got lucky once. That’s all it was.”

Niki’s gritting his teeth, as he watches Jake touch you, “You really think this proves anything? She still wanted me.”

Jake scoffs, gripping your thighs angrily. He sets a faster, rougher pace as he continues fucking you.

And the pressure of it all, still feeling Niki’s burning gaze on the two of you, Jake’s husky voice in your ear, his dick hitting the right spot and his fingers playing with your pussy.

It’s all too much for you and Jake knows he. He smiles, a wild look in his eyes as he feels your pussy tighten around his dick. He has to make an effort to pull in and out of you, your pussy sucking him in, but he doesn’t care about the squeeze. His focus elsewhere.

“I bet it’s killing you, huh? Watching her fall apart and knowing you can’t do a thing about it,” he taunts Niki, his voice tight and strained.

Niki grows quiet and in more pleading tone he begs. He fucking begs.

“Let me touch her. Just once. I can make her—”

“No,” Jake immediately stops him. You clench around him and it seems to set Jake off.

He grips the ropes holding your hands together, as he fucks you while simultaneously pulling you by the rope back and forth on his dick

You still, body frozen and moans momentarily stopping as you feel the pressure inside of you release in crashing waves.

Jake, finally relenting, hip stuttering as he pushes his dick impossibly deep into you. His hips pressed tightly against yours.

You can literally feel his balls on your skin, can literally feel them twitch as Jake comes undone inside of you.

You shake under him once again. The sheer sensation of it all, enough to bring you to a second orgasm almost immediately after the first one.

After a beat Jake starts slowly, carefully pulling out.

“He’s drooling over there. Poor thing. Should’ve learned to follow orders,” he whispers in your ear as he glances at Niki.

Jake shifts behind you, his hand smoothing down your spine in a comforting manner. You can feel the raw ache between your legs, the mess he's left inside you, and the quiet pulse of another orgasm still echoing in your core. You rest your cheek against the bed, catching your breath, but your eyes drift to Niki.

He looks wrecked.

Chest flushed, arms tense against the restraints, a furious, desperate hardness still present. But it’s not lust in his eyes anymore, it’s defeat. Bitterness clings to him like sweat.

“I get it. You win. You’ve made your point. Just let me go,” Niki pleads, voice cracking.

Jake’s laugh is soft, humorless. He presses a kiss behind your ear before answering.

“You think this was about winning, Niki? This was a lesson. About obedience.”

You feel Jake’s fingers curl around your thigh possessively. His tone is still even, but the tension beneath it is unmistakable.

Jake tilts his head, continuing.

“You filmed her. You threatened her. And now you want grace? You’re lucky all I did was tie you to a chair.”

Niki looks away, jaw clenched. He doesn’t argue—maybe because there’s nothing left to say. The sight of Jake holding you, the sounds you made, the second orgasm that broke you… it was more than punishment.

You shift slightly under Jake, uneasy. Your voice comes out quiet, but it lands in the stillness.

“Jake… maybe that’s enough.”

He glances at you. For a moment, he says nothing. Then, softly.

“He doesn’t deserve your mercy.”

Your gaze flicks to Niki, “I know. But I’m not doing it for him.”

Jake studies you. Something in his gaze softens—just a little. Then he sighs and shifts, rising from the bed.

Niki tenses as Jake approaches.

“You ever so much as look at her without permission again, I’ll do more than take your freedom.”

He leans in, voice a whisper only Niki can hear “Next time, I’ll take your pride.”

And just like that, he begins untying him.

Niki stands slowly, the weight of defeat settling heavily on him. His wrists ache where the restraints bit into his skin, and every movement feels raw. Yet, it’s not just physical pain—it’s the sting of being humiliated in front of you both.

He doesn’t meet your eyes. Instead, his gaze flickers between the floor and the door, a mixture of bitterness, regret, and something else you can’t quite place—maybe a flicker of longing.

He dresses himself, as Jake unties you. Moving toward the door, the heavy silence between the three of you stretching taut. You watch him go, the door clicking shut behind him like a punctuation mark on the chaos.

You lean against Jake, heart pounding—not just from what just happened, but from the whirlpool of emotions crashing inside you.

Part of you is flushed with relief, Jake was mad yes, but not enough to break up with you. Still beneath that, a twisting knot of guilt and confusion in you tightens.

You had felt… something for Niki once, hadn’t you? Or maybe it was just the thrill, the dangerous spark of temptation. Now, watching him leave broken, you feel a strange ache.

Your fingers twitch, reaching up hesitantly to touch Jake’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

“Jake… do you think he’s gonna be okay?” you quietly, hesitantly ask.

His fingers curl around yours, squeezing gently, a silent confirmation.

Jake’s eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world shrinks to just the two of you.

The heat between you is fierce, but so is the complexity. You’re tethered to each other not just by desire, but by this raw, tangled web of control, loyalty, and vulnerability.

And somewhere deep down, you know this night has changed everything.

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Returning from a Mission

Pairing: Azriel x Reader (She/her pronouns used)

Word Count: 8.4k (I'm so sorry it's long, I couldn't stop myself)

Summary: Y/n has made it through three days away from her mate, exploring more about each other when they're finally reunited.

Warning/Notes: Aghgh, thank you all for the kind responses to my first fic, this is part 2, hopefully it does the first one justice! This one is definitely more on the mature side, so read with caution. Thanks for any feedback!

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Y/n’s back arched, cool, soft lips pressing against either cheek before slowly traveling down her throat. Teeth nipping and biting just so, her body moving of its own accord as the shadowsinger looms over her. His scarred hand flat next to her head, the other softly cradling the space connecting her neck and jaw.

His deep hazel gaze soaking her in as her hands roam his bare chest, tracing the outline of his tattoos, doing the best to memorize every inch of him. Her limbs seemed to have a mind of their own, following the dips and curves of his muscles with smooth precision.

His wings flared as she accidentally grazed too close to the base of one of them. Her hands moving to the muscles of his back, pulling him more snug against her body. A gasp sounding throughout the room as she felt his hard length press into her through his leathers. She didn’t know if the sound had come from her or him.

She held her breath as the hand that cupped her, so, so softly began its descent. Tender touches along her collarbone, dipping to her breast where her nipples tried desperately to escape from the confines of her bralette.

She flashed her teeth at her mate as his fingers ghosted ever so slightly over them, teasing her cruelly before skipping over them entirely and traveling along her stomach leaving goosebumps in their wake.

A small chuckle came from him, “Patience, my love.” He cooed, tone making it evident that he was enjoying making her squirm, making her lose her mind.

Two could play that game. Without missing a beat, she cupped him through his leathers, a hiss escaping the shadowsinger as she leaned up, catching his bottom lip between her teeth, nipping softly. Elation flowing through her as he allowed her to take the reins. Continuing to palm him through his pants, she slowly coaxed his mouth with hers, kissing him leisurely, her tongue caressing along his, not dominating, but chalk-full of undisguised need.

Her eyes flutter close in ecstasy, as long as she had this, had him, she could die happy, of that she was sure.

His skin was hot, and calloused beneath her fingers, likely from years of fighting, and it dragged along hers in all the right places as they continued to consume each other, quickly running out of breath the longer they refused to separate.

With the air in their lungs becoming increasingly more scarce, Azriel’s lips briefly left hers, trailing small, open-mouthed kisses down the length of her neck, between her breasts, and down to her navel. Each kiss more frantic, as if he was losing control over his actions, a leash pulled taught, ready to snap at any moment.

He murmured the same word, “Beautiful”, after each pass of his lips over her skin. Her heart grew in size at the sentiment. He didn’t even seem aware that he was speaking, the word sealed between the two of them. She wanted to tell him that he was beautiful, too, that no one compared– but the words wouldn’t come out, her brain seeming to restart at each new kiss along her body.

His wings cocooned them, shielding them from the outside world entirely. Biting her lip, she allowed herself to wonder what it would feel like to touch them, to caress them softly. It never took Azriel more than a few simple touches to leave her a big gooey mess– and she had heard that Illyrian wings were very sensitive.

Gods, even just the thought of being able to make him feel half as good as he made her feel had her body arching off the bed.

His pants weren’t even off and he somehow had her more turned-on than she had ever been in her life. She knew if he dipped one of his hands down, touching her where she wanted him so badly to, he would feel exactly what he did to her.

He smiled into the kiss, flashing his canines, her lips brushing against them. It was a wicked kind of smile, one that promised pleasure, and maybe even a tiny bit of pain. This male definitely knew what he did to her.

Y/n wanted to devour that look, wanted to capture it and keep it in a jar by her bedside. It was hers, hers, hers, chanting in the background of her mind, bouncing around chaotically as if trying to remind her of something.

“Focus on me, pretty,” Az whispered, his thumb quickly brushing along her bottom lip. The nickname set her body ablaze, her toes curling and her lips automatically sucking his thumb in, before quickly releasing the digit with a loud ‘pop’.

His eyes promised pleasure as he kissed her lips once more, tongues tangling together in a brief, but intense meeting.

Then he was moving, his body slowly lowering towards her legs, large hands peeling them apart, allowing for a perfectly Azriel-sized space.

She held her breath, anticipation clawing at her from deep within.

Now hovering over her clothed sex, he placed intentional nips and kisses along her inner thighs, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that turned her into a whimpering mess. A moan escaping his lips at her taste. She hoped he’d leave marks, that she would have something, anything, to remind her of this moment.

God.

This male was a God, and she had somehow been blessed with the fortune of being able to love him, kiss him–

“Y/n.”

The world around her blurred, Azriel’s lips leaving her body entirely. A small noise of frustration slipping from between her lips. She just needed him to keep kissing her, to finally touch her where she needed him.

“Y/n–”

She shook her head, hands clasping desperately onto his fading figure. She just needed a moment longer, just a quick–

Azriel disappeared completely, the darkness blooming into the blinding light of day.

Y/n blinked up at her new-found enemy. Scowl seeming permanent as the face of someone she had once called a friend flooded her eyesight.

Nesta Archeron.

How dare she wake her up during one of the best dreams she’d ever had the pleasure of living through?

Revenge would need to be had, but maybe later. Perhaps, if she could convince the oldest Archeron to leave, she may be able to fall back into a fitful sleep filled with loving touches from her mate.

Nesta chuckled as her friend continued scowling at her, knowing exactly what she had done.

“You’re going to be late for training, pretty,” she cooed, not missing how the girl’s cheeks flamed a color so bright, Nesta wasn’t sure it could be called red.

Y/n groaned. Hauling a pillow over her face, blocking the sun and her friend from view entirely. Just one more–

“Nope,” Nesta plucked the pillow out of her hands, and tossed it across the room, then she yanked Y/n’s blanket to the bottom of the bed. Goosebumps running along her legs and arms at the sudden loss of warmth.

Letting out a less than lady-like noise, she bolted upright, hands instinctively covering her chest where Azriel’s shadow usually sleeps. Caressing the small tendril in a ‘good morning’ gesture. It lazily roamed up her neck and to her cheek, staying nestled there, its own version of a good morning.

The little shadow always seemed to know what she needed, the comfort she had sought only able to be alleviated by something so closely related to her mate. She had an ever-present burning sensation in her chest since he had left, the burning only growing hotter the longer he was away. The coolness of the shadow always dimmed the uncomfortable feeling, she had no doubt that was why the little guy had decided that her chest would make the best pillow.

Nesta shook her head, “You are worse than Nyx when it comes to getting out of bed in the morning, I swear,”

Y/n couldn’t really argue with that, she definitely did give the young heir a run for his money. But, she honestly couldn’t figure out why all of the fae in this household thought the only acceptable time to train was at the ass crack of dawn. Y/n wasn’t even a full person until at least ten in the morning, and three coffees deep.

“Training is no fun without Az,” she pouted.

Her friend gave her a bland look, “Based on the scent you’re giving off, you don’t need any more fun this morning.” Crimson splashed across her cheeks, Az’s shadow doing its best to hide the coloring, but also blinding Y/n in the process.

She heard Nesta mutter something about overprotective bats before holding up a book for her to see, “Here’s that romance book Gwyn and I were telling you about the other day, thought you might want to read it to get some inspiration.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Y/n knew the term ‘romance’ was putting it lightly, the copper-haired fae and Nesta Archeron were not known for their tame interests in literature.

But, Y/n had very little experience in the romance department, and had wanted some encouragement in the form of males written by women, so she’d asked the two fae about their favorite books, both coming to the conclusion that this was the best book to start with.

Flipping through a few pages, her eyes flashing wide at a few descriptions, what in the cauldron was an illyrian nipple twist? If this was considered tame, she couldn’t wait to upgrade to the books that turned Nesta into a blushing mess.

“Thank you,” she spoke, Azriel’s shadow trailing along the page she had flipped to. She wondered if his shadow would relay her reading materials to their master, she silently hoped they would. She knew she wanted Azriel, well, everyone pretty much knew that, she wasn’t exactly subtle, but it was one of those topics that she had always felt weird bringing up.

She knew Azriel would be understanding and perfect, he would say all the right things, do everything in his power to make her comfortable, but she wanted to be enough for him without him having to guide her through it. She wanted to be the girl she was in her dreams, daring and alluring. She wanted to be everything that Azriel deserved.

Y/n gasped, the book slipping from her fingertips as she felt a pull deep from within her chest, hand flying to the warming spot, a smile lighting her face. She hadn’t dared to pull on the bond, worried about distracting him while he was on a mission, no matter how safe Rhys had told her it was. But, feeling him tug on it, she realized, in that moment, she never wanted him to stop.

Nope.

She could not go down that road, at least not yet. They knew each other well enough, she supposed. But, accepting a mating bond meant so many different things. It meant allowing another person the key to her very being, a twenty-four/seven whole-center access card to her soul. She had no doubts that she would get there with Azriel, in fact, she was quite sure she would be there soon, but– Azriel had said he’d wait, wait for her to be ready, and she didn’t want to risk messing this up. She wanted to give their relationship the proper time to bloom and flower into the beautiful gift from the Mother that it was.

So, she tucked the piece of information away into the safest corner of her mind, making sure to harvest and nurture it tenderly, keeping it in the same condition she had found it.

Nesta rolled her eyes as Y/n lost herself to her thoughts, muttering under her breath about the oddity that she was– a girl who was so clearly smitten with her mate it put Feyre and Rhys to shame.

Snapping her fingers, a common need when addressing her, Nesta reminded her to hurry and get to training, mentioning something about Cassian not going easy on her just because she was distracted.

Despite wanting nothing other than falling back into her glorious dreams and realizations, she padded her way to her armoire, pulling training leathers and a strap of fabric for her hair out.

She had made it three days without her mate, surely she could make it through two hours of training.

Afterall, Azriel was coming home today, and she needed something to pass the time until she was in his arms once more.

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Y/n had missed Azriel desperately the past three days.

Somehow she had convinced herself that it would be okay, that it’d be hard, but ultimately achievable. She had thought that because they hadn’t accepted the bond fully, that maybe his absence wouldn’t affect her as much.

Oh, boy, had she been so agonizingly wrong.

As soon as he left her that day in the House of Wind, a faux floor had emptied her heart straight into a chasm unaccessible to her. She physically felt like she was missing something, like a part of her had cut itself loose and vanished without a trace.

When she had poked Rhys for more information about mating bonds, he had enlightened her that it wouldn’t make a difference if they had accepted the bond yet or not. Apparently spending more time together, opening up more and accepting each other, had slowly begun stretching and kneading their bond into the shape it was meant to be. According to Rhys, the mating bond was more than just the acceptance, but also the work and love that each person gave to it, their commitment the foundation. She wondered if that was why some bonds didn’t work out, if somehow a fae could ignore the intoxicating pull that always brought her to Azriel, her worry about his happiness and safety two of her closest friends.

She hadn’t had a chance to ask anymore questions, though. Cassian had come barreling in, effectively ending the conversation when he told Rhys he was needed for a ‘little accident’, that definitely wasn’t his fault, but also required ‘immediate assistance’ from the High Lord.

Suppressing a smile, Y/n watched the two males closely. It warmed her heart to see them interact in such a warm way, knowing that they were that way with Azriel, too. She didn’t know much about Azriel’s past, he had told her bits and pieces, but she hadn’t wanted to pry, so she takes what little information he allows her the honor of knowing.

But, seeing him have Rhys and Cassian as brothers, it made her so happy for him. He deserved every ounce of happiness this world could offer, and she was glad to see he had found a small piece of the world that was just his, she couldn’t help but blush, wondering if she was now a part of that small corner. She certainly hoped so, and would be praying to the Mother tonight to get in her good graces, she’d rather be safe than sorry when it came to her and the shadowsinger’s fate.

After speaking with Rhys, and dutifully ignoring the lingering smell of smoke and what smelt an awful lot like burnt bread, Y/n found herself in the library, looming over a text about herbal remedies and medicinal means of healing basic infections. She thought keeping her mind busy would help pass the hours before her mate finally arrived home.

She hadn’t wanted to let the loss take over her life, so she had tried to maintain being a helpful member of the Inner Circle the past few days. Between going to meetings with Rhys and Feyre, the latter insisting on going to an art show in the Rainbow afterwards, staying out late with Mor, reading during the day with Nesta, and doing a few wine tastings with Amren she had hardly had a moment to think about that feeling fighting so desperately to take over her.

Not to mention the torture sessions that Cassian referred to as ‘training’, that she attended daily. She shivered at the memory, the commander had definitely not gone easy on her as his mate mentioned.

Even at night the Mother had seemed to bless her. Sure, some may think it torturous to have hot dreams about their mate and not be able to act on them, but to her they were as close to reality as they’d come.

She was a glutton, the only way to satiate her?

Hot dreams about Azriel.

Y/n was grateful, truly, not a single member of her family had let her drown, she just wished Azriel hadn’t had to suffer alone. She would make sure she made it up to him, for as long as he’d let her.

It wasn’t until close to evening, Y/n eyes feeling as if they would start bleeding any moment, that she began feeling the ever-present burning sensation in her chest begin to lull, as if the tension was beginning to lessen. That must mean–

He’ll be home soon, Rhys’s voice swam through her mind.

Y/n startled at the intrusion, still not entirely used to the High Lords abilities. He had been helping her with her mental shields the past few days, whenever either of them had a free moment, and she had managed to keep them solid, but her shields against his daemati abilities never really stood a chance.

Nevertheless, butterflies erupted within her belly, her nerves hitting their peak. She quickly closed the book she had been numbingly reading the past few hours, making sure to note the page and paragraph so she could return to it later, before heading to the bookshelf where it lived, returning it just as she had found it. Clotho– or gods forbid, Gwyn– were two people she did not want to be on the wrong side of.

Taking a deep breath, her hands placed haphazardly on two of the shelves in front of her, she tried to calm her scrambling thoughts. What would she say? Did she hug him? Would she have to let go? Did he want to spend the rest of the night with her, the way she wanted to spend it with him? Did his family have first dibs? Would she have to stand aside and find the patience to allow all of his family to greet him and hug her before she did?

“You are my family.” A cool voice whispered in her ear from behind. “My most important family member, one could argue.” His lips grazing her ear, his voice a melody she hadn’t been able to replicate in her head.

Y/n froze, her eyes closing on instinct.

She hadn’t even heard him enter, had been so caught up in her worry that she hadn’t felt that last bit of tension completely deflate within her chest, replaced with a glowing warmth and a feeling of such fullness– she could feel the tear that leaks down her cheek.

She felt whole again. The missing piece clicking into place with no more than a soft, loving tug from his end.

His hands ghosted up the sides of her arms, the heat radiating off of him all too consuming. Has he always smelt so good? Surely a male who had been traveling for hours straight, after a three day long mission, would smell… not amazing? His night-chilled air and cedar scent enveloped her, but there was something else, something sweet and intoxicating, something that made her want to devour his very being. Something that made her want to be devoured.

His hands still traveled along her body, touching her, just barely, everywhere he could from where he stood behind her, as if to reassure himself that she was here, that she was okay. She couldn’t stop her head from falling back against his chest as his euphoric touch reached the base of her neck and into her hair. Her fingers reached up behind her to trail along his cheek, feeling the slight stubble that had grown.

She watched as the shadow that had kept her company the past few days reunited with all of the other shadows. The little guy slithering from her wrist to Azriel’s, at least a dozen others wrapping around her body with their phantom touches almost as intoxicating as the shadowsinger’s slow menstrations of her body.

She hummed as he placed a small, affectionate kiss just behind her ear. His arms now caging her in around the bookshelf she shamelessly gripped with one hand. Her breathing uneven as she whispered, “I missed you,” the hand grounding her to this world, moving from his jaw down the length of his arm, only stopping when their fingers touched. Her hand covered his as she laced their fingers together, relishing in the pulse she could feel fluttering along her soft skin.

“I missed you, too,” His words were low, a kiss placed on her shoulder, as he leaned his head against hers.

She’s not sure how long they stay like that, her pressed against the bookshelves, his chest flush with her back, hands laced, and just existing together. It could have been one minute or ten, either way, she didn’t care. This moment was the most relaxed either of them had been in three days.

“Will you– I need to see you,” he begged, his ragged voice a symphony in her ears. How was every part of this man sexy?

Slowly, she turned around their eyes meeting for the first time in three days, and Y/n didn’t quite know what it was about her mate’s eyes, but every anxiety that had shoved itself inside her mind the past seventy-two hours evaporated. Poof, gone with a meeting of eyes, a panty-melting gaze, beautiful golden orbs drinking in the sight of her as if she were a masterpiece he needed to memorize.

Then his eyes flicked down to her lips. A brief movement, one she would have missed had she not been ogling this man like a piece of meat. She found both of her hands cradling his cheeks, now, her thumbs aimlessly brushing along the bones, basking in his attention being fully on her.

“How did you sleep the past few nights?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes that caused the narrowing of her own.

Her suspicion didn’t stop the heat that was surely clawing its way up her throat and to her cheeks, remembering her nights–

A gasp sounding throughout the room as she felt his hard length press into her through his leathers.

“Focus on me, pretty,”

Azriel’s nose dragged along her neck, a rumble coming from him as he inhaled her scent, her quickly growing arousal all too noticeable. She gasped as he licked a stripe up her throat, a quick, open-mouth kiss being left in its wake. Her body arched into his, feeling him in a way she’d only ever dreamed of before, and oh boy, they did not do him justice.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?” She murmured absently, her body delighted by his touches, not missing the way his shadows wrapped themselves throughout her hair, writhing around her legs, arms, and stomach. Their cool essence off-setting the blazing fire building within her.

He chuckled, that breathtaking grin taking over his features, “your sleep, my love?”

“Oh–” Her fingers clutching his leathers, now, holding him flush against her, refusing even a breath of space, “It would have been better if you were next to me, holding me.”

For Cauldron’s sake, the cord between her mouth and her brain had been severed somewhere in between Azriel’s teeth grazing that sweet spot on her neck, that drove her wild, and where his hands roamed the length of her back.

He seemed to startle at the admission, neither of them expecting such an honest answer.

His smile brightened to a level that put the sun to shame. The area between his brows crinkling slightly, his eyes twinkling like a small boy being given the best gift for Solstice.

“I see,” he cooed.

“That’s all you have to say?” She gawked, he still had something brewing beneath his gaze, something that promised nothing but trouble.

His eyes softened in a way that was only meant for her, a gift that only she got to witness. The pad of his thumb traced the few freckles that sat along her nose and jaw, “If you would allow it,” he began softly, his eyes tracking the movement of her mouth once more. Her tongue flicking out absently, wetting her bottom lip. “Perhaps we could remedy that tonight.”

“Azriel,” she feigned shock, her hand flying to cover her growing smile, “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

It was moments like these that Y/n wished she were an artist like Feyre, watching a warm, pink color tint the Spymaster of the Night Court’s cheeks left her itching to memorize the sight, to put brush to canvas and paint the rare sight.

He sputtered a few times, not coming up with a coherent response, before she put him out of his misery, “I would love to sleep with you, shadowsinger,” offering him a small smile, followed by a suggestive wink.

Azriel’s eyes pierced into hers, his hazel eyes so dark they appeared black with desire. His mouth only a space away, she tried to connect their lips, but her mate stepped away, keeping his hands on her to insure her steady feet.

A whine came from her lips at the loss of contact, she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, so why would he pull away?

Taking a shaky breath, he spoke, “I have to go debrief with Rhys real quick. I wanted to see you first. And, if–” He paused, his hands returning to his sides, running through his hair roughly, “If we start–” He couldn’t even seem to say the words without fear of losing all control. There was only a small– okay, a big– part of her that felt undiluted pride at the way her mate fell to pieces in her presence. “I can feel how much you want this, want me, and believe me– that feeling is mutual, but once we start I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop without you telling me to do so.”

She bristled at the thought, causing him to give her a look as if to say, You see the problem?

She nodded her head in understanding, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would tell him to blow Rhys’s debrief off and fuck her senseless, but that was absolutely not going to work. So, instead she clamped her mouth shut, clasping her hands behind her back and quelching that all-consuming desire deep within.

It was in that moment, free of his electrifying touch, that she realized just how tired her mate looked. He had slight bags under his eyes, his skin pale and slightly gaunt.

Y/n cursed silently.

He must be exhausted, he had flown to the Mortal Lands and back, completed his mission, she could only imagine what that entailed physically. Not to mention the mental and emotional strain she knew he had to have been going through. She had had such unrelenting support, but her mate had had to go through it all on his own, how could she be selfish in a moment like this?

.She needed her mate, but first, she needed to make sure he was safe and comfortable. She wanted to take care of him the way he always took care of her.

“When you’re finished–could we take a bath?”

His head whipped up so quickly, she worried he may get whip-lash, his hands reaching for her before thinking better and dropping them an inch from her skin.

His eyes were wide, liquid hazel burning into hers. They seemed to ask a question he didn’t want to put into words, together?

Nodding, a small smile forming on her face.

“Of course,” his voice gruff, taking a step back. He shook his head slightly, doing his best to hide his own smile and–was that another blush? Had she made the Spymaster of the Night Court blush twice in one night, no, in five minutes? She was on a roll, taking notes mentally so she could continue to make him blush for years to come.

He took two steps towards her, seeming to hold a leash on himself as he kissed her head, his hands tense as he held them tight to his sides. She didn’t see him raise his eyes to the roof, praying to every God that existed to lend him their strength, for the Mother, Fate, and anyone else listening to give him the patience to sit through an hour of debrief with Rhys, while his kind, smart, beautiful mate waited to take a bath with him.

Cauldron-save him now.

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Y/n tried to keep herself busy while she waited for her mate.

It only took a few minutes to collect the items she wanted accessible during their bath. Some of her lavender and lemon soap, along with a view of her favorite body washes, she had never actually bathed with another person, so she didn’t know the protocol.

Was she supposed to strip down and wait for him in the bath, or on the bed? Did he want to strip her himself? Would they strip separately while eating eachother alive with their eyes?

She groaned, falling back onto his massive bed, her friendly shadow trying to soothe her anxiety as she cursed her inexperience. She wished she’d spent today reading up on how to take care of her mate instead of about medicinal herbs that cleared fungal infections and skin irritation.

Y/n had managed to secure a few of Nesta’s favorite books to bribe the House of Wind with, the sentient House still a mystery to her. She didn’t need to understand how it worked, though, because the House was more than happy to fill and keep the bath hot, while leaving fluffy white towels and robes for the two.

She was pulling the pins from her hair, allowing it to fall down her back and running her hands through it when she heard the door click-open. The best kind of nerves swarming her belly.

Without waiting a moment longer, she left the bathroom, stopping abruptly when she entered the main bedroom.

Azriel was already looking at her, his eyes alight with the same emotion he had left her with three days ago. She could place it now, knew what that look meant, but she still needed to hear it from him, have him say those three words to her, before she let them free in her mind, her heart.

Seeming to understand her thoughts, he closed the distance between them in three long strides. His hands cupping her cheeks as he placed his mouth on hers, kissing her with feral passion. There was nothing sweet or gentle about the kiss, his tongue swept over her top lip once, then twice, his hand grasping her hair, tilting her lips up, a whimper escaping her, as his tongue took the opportunity to dive in. His tongue tangled with hers, the fight for dominance only lasting a few moments before he won.

He kissed, and kissed, and kissed her. Capturing the sounds coming from her with his lips and breathing them into his soul.

Once breathing became difficult, Azriel always seemed to know when she needed a moment, he pulled his warm lips from hers, his thumb tracing her bottom lip as his forehead fell against hers.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for three days straight.” He admitted, his gaze never wavering from hers. “It was incredibly distracting,”

“Let me make it up to you,” She murmured, clasping his hand and dragging him into the bathroom.

A wicked smirk flirted with his mouth, “Oh, believe me, love, I have some ideas.”

Her cheeks heated as they both stopped before the tub, facing each other, so close their toes kissed.

Looking into his eyes, they shined with understanding and trust, he looked at her in a way that let her know she was in charge, that he would follow her lead, no matter what.

Slowly, so achingly slow, she began to unbuckle his leathers, a slight tremble in her hands as she tried to remain calm.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she breathed, afraid that speaking the words any higher would make them even more terrifying.

“Follow your instincts, pretty, there’s nothing you can do that I won’t love, won’t cherish.”

Y/n head whipped up, her eyes clashing with his, her fingers still deftly removing his leathers, thankful her mate had taken it upon himself to remove his own weapons.

“What did you call me?” She asked incredulously, that wildly suspicious look coming back to his face.

Running his nose along hers, smirk dancing along his face, he spoke with a devilish tone, “Whatever do you mean, pretty?”

“Oh my gods,” He helped her remove the shirt beneath his leathers as she finally freed him from his confines, his pants going next. “You’ve only ever called me that in–” Snapping her mouth closed, she cut off her words, crimson splashing along her cheeks.

“In your what?,” he cooed, “May I?” A nod toward your body.

Somehow having this conversation made the moment less awkward, and more endearing as he helped remove her shirt, her pants going quickly after as his eyes took on a heavy sheen, trailing slowly over her black lace undergarments, picked out with Mor, specially for him.

“My dreams,” she panted as Azriel met her eyes once more, a question in his eyes as he eyed her breasts hungrily. Unclasping her bra, she allowed the fabric to fall between them.

He hummed, his eyes drinking in the beautiful sight before him, her peaked nipples calling his name. “Interesting, isn’t it?” his fingers trailing down her arm, clasping their hands together as they both stared at one another in nothing but their underwear. “How vivid those dreams were…”

Oh. Oh, Gods.

Did that mean–

“You sent them?” She screeched, a full, uncontrolled laugh escaping from him.

In one clean motion, his shadows helped remove the last of both of their clothing, his muscled arms sweeping her up and sitting them both down in the tub before she had a chance to ogle him.

“I couldn’t have my precious mate having nightmares while I was away could I?” The sincerity in his voice warmed her heart, he had sent them not only because he was missing her, but because he hadn’t wanted her to suffer while he was away. How had she gotten so lucky with this male?

“I don’t understand, though. I thought your side of the bond was closed, I couldn’t feel you at all.”

Y/n took the moment to grab some of her shampoo, gesturing for Azriel to turn around, helping guide his head to her chest as he faced the opposite direction. Slowly, carefully she cupped water into her hands, wetting his hair before lathering the soap softly into his scalp. The big-bad illyrian warrior letting out a string of soft noises as she continued her ministrations.

“It was, most of the time. During the days when I was… indisposed, it made it easier to focus. But, when I settled for the night, I – I wanted to make sure that you were doing okay, so I opened it.” He spoke softly, tracing some kind of symbol absently along her legs as they sat on either side of him.

“The first night, I missed you so much, that at first it was just my imagination, my desires,” she couldn’t see him, but could hear his voice catch ever slightly, “I told myself that I would open the bond just for a moment, just to make sure that you were okay, that you were safe. My instincts haven’t exactly been efficient lately, not when it comes to you.” He muttered the last part more to himself than her.

She thanked one of his shadows as it pushed the conditioner closer to her, ensuring she wouldn’t have to move to access it. Washing the soap out of his hair, once, and then twice, she coated his ends in the conditioner, placing a kiss atop his head, a silent plea for him to continue.

She could listen to his voice for hours.

“I didn’t quite realize my lack of control when it comes to you until that moment. Once I opened the bond, I couldn’t bring myself to close it until the next morning. And I sat awake for hours, waiting for you to fall asleep, but no matter how long I waited, you never did.”

She remembered that first night, she had thought she felt a shift in the bond but had chalked it up to being so far away from her mate, unsure of the new feelings happening within her chest. She hadn’t been able to sleep, tossing and turning in her bed for hours, she had eventually given up and drifted her way to Az’s room, stealing one of his shirts to sleep in so she could engulf herself in his scent. It was the only thing that helped lull her into sleep.

“I wanted to make sure you were well rested, I knew Cassian was going to drag you out of bed soon, and that you’d hate every minute of it.” His eyes rolling to the top of his head, locking with hers. A sweet, intimate smile shared between the two.

“So you sent your thoughts, your–desires, down the bond to me.” She finished for him, watching the muscles in his back strain as he sat up, his membranous wings flicking bits of water off of them.

Turning to face her, he grabbed a bottle of soap, and held his hand out, asking permission. Wanting nothing more than to be closer to him, she allowed him to take her arms and pull her closer, rubbing her skin with the lavender scented product. Slow movements that had her reeling, soft breaths leaving her in a flurry.

“Thank you,” she spoke softly, both of them knowing she meant the dreams more than his careful washing of her, though that was just as perfect. “They were the best parts of my day, getting to touch you, see you, hear your voice,” their eyes holding each other stare magnetically, his long, scarred fingers intricately following along her skin, not leaving a single spot unexplored. “It was the only thing that dulled the ache, that stopped the overpowering uncomfortableness that settled in my bones the moment you left.”

He seemed to let out a sigh of relief, as if only her confirmation could settle the small thought in the back of his head that worried he had pushed too far, given too much of himself when she may not be ready.

Y/n couldn’t help herself, she wanted to reassure him that she wanted him, indescribably so. Climbing into his lap, the water and suds sloshing over the rim of the tub as she adjusted on top of him, his large hands holding her hips so she could sit comfortably. Her breasts laying against his bare chest, the feeling of every glorious inch of him utterly euphoric.

“Is this your soap?” he asked, amusement evident in his words.

Y/n felt her cheeks heat. She had hoped he wouldn’t notice, but she supposed that was stupid. He was the Spymaster of the Night Court, noticing the small things is quite literally his job.

Did she know that Azriel has his own soap? Of course. Did that make a difference to her? Not even a little. So what if she wanted him to smell like her, surely lavender and lemon-zest smelt good on everybody, it’s not her fault that she felt this all-consuming need to claim him in every way. Not to mention she was sure that simply being around him would take far too long to integrate her smell back onto him, she needed to give it a boost. Hence, the soaps.

She wouldn’t apologize, merely offering him a shrug, allowing him to see all of her through their bond.

Arms tightening around her, holding him more solidly against him, he said, “I love you, Y/n.” The air in her lungs caught somewhere in her throat, her head shaking slowly, trying her best to digest the words, to absorb them into her skin, her very being.

“I don’t expect anything from you, I just thought you should know–”

“I love you, too.” She sighed, a weight removed from her shoulders as the words passed her lips. Her hands cradling his face as a tear slid past, his eyes closing as he loosened a breath. She tried to chase his tears with her thumbs, ultimately deciding to kiss them away, catching as many as she could in the process.

“I never– never thought I would have this, someone to love, to appreciate wholly, a mate that, somehow, against all my faults could love me back.” He whispered, his voice cracking.

Y/n shushed him, holding him to her, afraid that any space between them would pop the bubble they’d built. Her gaze collided with his, “You are perfect to me, Azriel. We still have so much to learn about each other, but gods, everything that I do know, is perfect. Not perfect in a way that makes me want to put you under glass and keep you away from sunlight, but in a way that is so unconditionally you. Your ‘faults’,” she hated the word, even as it passed her lips, “Are what make you who you are, they’re what make you distinct from everyone else, and I am so grateful to be able to call you mine.”

Azriel swiftly lifted the two of them from the bath, holding her in his arms bridal style as he padded toward the bedroom, both of them naked and covered in suds.

She wasn’t sure where the towels were, didn’t particularly care as Azriel deposited her onto the bed, standing straight as he drank in her entire body. His wings only made him look bigger as the moonlight cast on him through the window.

“Az,” she panted, “Please,”

Smirking, he finally moved, his hands gripping either of her knees, “Is this okay?” he asked, arousal from both of them already mixing and coating the room.

She nodded, words stuck on the tip of her tongue, her body jolting as he slid to his knees, careful not to let his wings touch the floor. Without warning he pulled her forward, pulling her to the edge of the bed, her toes curling as his warm breath met the inside of her thighs.

“I need your words, pretty,” if she hadn’t been so lost in her own arousal, waiting on bated breath for him to finally close the distance between them, she would have realized that they were picking up where they’d left off. He was on his knees before her, finally breaching that last line between them, love showing in both of their gazes, their actions.

And, there would be no waking up, this was really happening. She felt herself tighten at the thought, Azriel’s gaze narrowing to the singular movement.

“Fuck,” he barked, leaving a trail of kisses up her thigh, saliva connecting them all as he breathed her in. He sucked and nibbled on her thighs, no doubt leaving them full of hickies.

She wanted him to mark her, she wanted to see the evidence of him all over her tomorrow morning.

“Please, Az, please touch me.” Her hand moved of its own accord, slowly massaging her breasts, needing any kind of friction as her mate took his time tasting her skin.

Azriel didn’t need anything else, that tight tether finally seeming to break.

Thank the gods, she thought.

Azriel let out a near animalistic growl when his lips finally came to hover over her sex, his tongue wetting his lips, eyes staring at her as if she could be his last meal and he’d be able to die happy.

“You’re the perfect one, pretty, gonna make you feel so good,” Y/n moaned loudly, not caring that there were other fae living in this house, when his tongue finally met her center. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips and holding her down, keeping her from rutting against his face.

The languid flicks of his tongue nothing short of torture as he took his time tasting, nipping, and licking at her center. His tongue splayin flat against her throbbing clit, suckling her wetness as she slowly lost her mind.

His ministrations didn’t stop, not as she tried to buck her hips, or when she grabbed onto his hair, trying to find anything to keep her from falling through the veils of the universe.

She lost all sense of herself when he inserted a finger inside her, pumping in once, twice, and then curling right around her core. Moans were falling from her mouth in troves, unable to control any noises coming out of her.

He added a second figure, the noise of his licks and pumping mixing together in one of the most erotic sounds she had ever had the pleasure of hearing. “You taste devine, my love, might just have to eat you for breakfast every morning.”

His fingers moved in and out of her quickly, his tongue still attacking her small nub as he devoured her whole. She could feel herself lifting, the bed beneath her disappearing from her senses almost entirely, the world zoned into the man feasting on her, a high traveling so quickly to her, she knew she had no choice but to allow it to take over.

“That’s it, beautiful, let go for me, let me taste all of you.”

Azriel moaned loudly as he tasted her wetness, her body exploding in a burst of pleasure so intense, a small scream left her lips involuntarily. She tried catching her breath as he continued his tortuous motions, coaxing her down from her high slowly, the vertigo slowly dying down as he continued to work her body smoothly.

Slowly, so utterly slowly, he removed his fingers from her, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His pupils blown wide, her slick shining on his lips and jaw, he looked like a God with his hair pulled in every direction from her death-grip. And, when Azriel lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking all of her juices off, careful not to miss a drip, his eyes never leaving hers, she could feel her arousal spike again.

Her legs were jelly, there was no way she’d be able to move, thankfully, Azriel seemed to understand as he met her on the bed, his body leaning over hers, body covered in a glorious sheen of sweat, his tattoos glistening in all their glory.

His lips met hers, softly, cupping her cheek. She could taste herself on him, the mix of her arousal and his mouth making her moan. “I love you,” she whispered, as his kisses trailed down her throat, sucking lightly, leaving nips and love bites behind.

“You are everything to me,” he said back, pouring all of that love through their bond, his lips meeting hers once more.

She gasped as she felt his length press against her leg, skin on skin making her shiver with anticipation.

Azriel was well-endowed to say the least. Not a lick of imagination needed as she felt herself ogling him, she reached down, trying to keep her wits about her despite his loving caresses.

She wanted to make him feel as good as he had just made her, a feeling so intense, she had no doubt the mating bond had enhanced it– the connection, the intimacy. He hissed out a breath as she wrapped her small hand around his length, her hand not even large enough to wrap entirely around his member. That didn’t stop her though, if anything it encouraged her.

Meeting his gaze, bringing their lips together once more, she gathered some of her own slickness up, mixing it with the precum pouring from his tip, she used it as lubrication and slowly, tortuously began pumping him in her hand.

His breath hitched, his eyes closing tightly, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. She couldn’t help but use her other hand to trace the tattoos on his chest, matching her strokes and eliciting small, undeniable whimpers from the beautiful specimen of a male.

“You–” the catch in his low voice, the sexiest sound she’d ever had the pleasure of hearing, “are going to be the death of me.”

She tutted, stroking him harder, faster, “We can’t have that, now can we, pretty,” His eyes shot to hers, a full-body shutter coming over him as he came, his cum covering her hand and stomach in the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen.

She continued to coo, to slowly help him come down, as he had her, surprise rolling through her when his cock remained semi- hard despite just experiencing one of the most euphoric orgasms he had ever had.

It was her turn to flash a wicked smile as he folded into her, his head falling into the crook of her neck, taking just a moment to catch his breath, gather his bearings. “Who would have known all it took to send the shadowsinger spiraling would be to call him pretty,” she mused, utter adoration in her tone, and maybe, just a tad bit, of teasing.

He groaned, “Rhys and Cassian can never find out.”

She laughed, his fingers shadowing along her arms, as they caught their breath, neither of them willing to part from each other, despite the mess they’d made.

A few silent minutes passed, before y/n made to move herself, not making it far before her mate caught hold of her arm, dragging her back towards him and tucking her into his arms, her body heating with desire as he nuzzled against her, flicking her hardened nipples. He was already hard as steel, once more.

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty? I believe I still owe you six days, my love.” Wicked delight dancing behind his eyes, a promise that she couldn’t wait to fulfill.

Their eyes never straying, an understanding washing over them both, they had more than six days, they had forever.

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar fanfic #cassian acotar #rhysand #acotar

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be my anchor

pairing: chris evans x actress!reader

summary: you and chris are at the premiere of your new movie, the materialists. chris gets anxious on the red carpet, and you help calm him down. once you both get to the after party, it’s only a matter of time before you’re all over each other.

*a/n: in celebration of chris’s birthday today and the release of the materialists🎈❤️🎁

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, public-ish sex/bathroom sex, oral (f recieving), praise kink, size kink, minors DNI

Something seemed off. You subtly glanced around the red carpet, smiling at the paparazzi as they took your photos.

Then, your eyes found his.

You realized he’d been staring at you. You noticed how his hands were slightly shaking as he fidgeted with his necklace. His eyes looked like they were begging you for help.

Careful to not break your smile, you walked over to him. The flash of the cameras sped up as you pulled him into a hug.

“You okay?” You whispered in his ear as you hugged him.

He mumbled back one word in response: “overwhelmed”

You gave him a short nod. You hated seeing Chris like this. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him get anxious or overwhelmed, but it always broke your heart.

You both had become quick friends after meeting while filming The Materialists. Something about you felt safe and comfortable to Chris.

You slipped your arm around his waist, leaning into his touch as you both smiled for photos. He softened into you, resting his hand on your back. He already felt calmer with you.

You stayed glued to his side for the rest of the red carpet. You whispered little assurances in his ear any chance you could, like “take a breath” or “I won’t leave. I’ve got you.”

Then, you got to the section of the carpet where they had reporters waiting to interview the cast members.

“Chris, Chris! Over here!” One of them called towards him.

He laced his fingers around your wrist, pulling you with him. “You look amazing tonight. Who are you wearing?” The reporter asked Chris.

“No no no. She’s the real star tonight. She looks beautiful.” He said, directing his attention to you and spinning you around for the camera.

You knew it was just his attempt to get the attention off of him as much as possible, but you felt your heart flutter as he complimented you.

You’d be crazy if you said you hadn’t developed some feelings for Chris while working together.

Eventually, he let go of your hand, but you made sure to not stray too far as you both did separate interviews. You continued to catch his gaze over your shoulder, and you’d give him small reassuring smiles.

By the time you’d both gotten inside, Chris felt exhausted.

You scanned the room for him, quickly recognizing those blue eyes. “How’re you feeling?” You asked, rubbing your hand up and down his forearm. He almost shuddered under your touch.

He was embarrassed by how much your touch calmed him down. It was like gravity— pulling him back down to earth and out of his head.

“I’m doin’ better now. Thank you for that, out there. It’s just one of those days and everyone screaming just really psyched me out.” He said, tugging you into a tight hug.

The tension melted out of his body— your presence recharged him. Even he was shocked by how much more comfortable he felt in your arms.

“I’m always here if you need to talk or just need someone to distract you.” You said, caressing his back as he hugged you.

He continued to cling to you. He wasn’t ready to let you go yet. His arms dipped lower and lower on your waist.

He nuzzled his face into your neck. You jumped as the cold metal of his necklace hit your chest. “You gettin’ comfy?” You teased him, still trying to bring a smile to his face.

It felt like a line was crossed.

This was beyond friendly affection.

Like all those days on set where you both lingered too long after a hug or you caught his eyes flick down to your lips after the director called cut.

“I’m gonna miss you when we’re not doing press anymore.” He mumbled into your skin.

You could feel all the heat rush to your cheeks as your stomach did flips. “You could still see me…if you wanted.” You said, slowly testing the waters.

You had to be sure that you weren’t reading this wrong.

“By seeing you…do you mean like seeing you seeing you. Like a date?” He whispered, careful to not let anyone overhear.

You pulled out of the hug. Your eyes were stuck on his. “If that’s what you want,” you responded. He swore under his breath seeing you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“You want to go talk somewhere more private?” You asked him, softly.

Then, suddenly he was dragging you behind him— his hand clenched around yours.

You both snuck down a back hallway until he found an abandoned bathroom. He tugged you inside, quickly locking the door behind you.

He spun back around to face you, his hands naturally finding your waist. Then, he kissed you. It was slow and hesitant at first, wanting to take his time to do it right. He wanted your first kiss together to be special.

You weaved your fingers through his hair, softly tugging as he kissed you. He tasted like spearmint, and you could smell his citrus cologne.

His tongue snuck into the kiss, smirking against your lips. He guided you backwards until you bumped into the sink.

He pulled out of the kiss, but only for a second to lift you onto the counter. “You sure about this?” You asked.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never been this sure about anything.” He said, kissing you again.

This kiss was hungry and impatient, his teeth softly sinking into your bottom lip and then running his tongue back over the spot. You hooked your fingers into his belt loops, tugging him closer to you.

The feeling of him against you was like a drug, and you couldn’t get enough.

He spread your legs, bunching your dress up around your hips. “Oh, fuck, honey. You’re soaked.” He groaned, setting his eyes on the wet spot forming between your legs.

“All for you, baby,” you encouraged him. He swiftly pulled your panties down your legs. His eyes met yours, and you could barely see the blues in his eye. They were almost completely black with lust.

He licked his lips as he looked down at you. He looked like he could devour you at any second.

All of a sudden, he was on his knees and his head was in between your thighs.

“Oh, shit,” you swore, leaning your head back against the mirror.

He teasingly ran his tongue through your folds, going deeper each time. You jutted your hips up, trying to get more from him. He was taking his time with you— making you unravel slowly.

He pinned your legs open, wrapping his arms around your thighs. “Taste so good,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on your clit. The sensation made your whole body jolt.

“Oh, god, Chris,” you moaned, lacing your fingers through his hair. He sucked on your clit, noticing how your grip on his hair tightened. So he did it again. And again.

Your stomach was in a tight knot that you felt like could burst at any second. Each lick and stroke from Chris’s tongue brought you closer and closer to the edge.

The coil in your stomach started to build. You felt your muscles start to contract. Then, nothing. You whined at the loss of contact.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Chris smirking at you. He quickly unhooked his belt and tugged down his pants.

“Sorry for making you wait, but I gotta know what you feel like, sweet girl,” he said, pulling his cock out of his boxers. He was swollen with precum leaking out the tip. You swore under your breath and bit down on your lip.

He chuckled as he watched your reaction. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” He promised you, lining himself up.

His cock sunk into you. Every time you thought you were taking all of him, he kept pushing deeper. You sunk your nails into his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something.

He bottomed out inside you, earning a moan from you. His balls were pressing against your ass, and you were so full you could feel him in your stomach. If you weren’t wearing a dress, you knew you'd see a bulge in your belly where he was.

You struggled to catch your breath. Catching you by surprise, he pulled out and then quickly slammed back into you. You loudly moaned— your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Quiet, baby. Can’t have people overhearing us,” he told you, as thrusted into you again.

You struggled to hold back a moan that time, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. He kissed you, letting your moans muffle into his mouth as he sped up his pace.

His hips were snapping into yours with so much speed and impatience. You both needed your highs, and you didn’t want to stop until you got them.

He grunted against your lips. He was hooked on the way you squeezed around him— feeling so much better than his hand ever did.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” He mumbled against your lips. The praise only added to the wetness between your legs. He wrapped your legs around his waist, becoming addicted to the lewd sounds coming from where your bodies were joined.

You were already close. You thrusted your hips forward to meet his. He pulled out of the kiss— a string of curses leaving his lips. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, grunting with each thrust.

“You almost there, baby? You can do it. I know you need it.” You encouraged him, stroking his hair. He didn’t think he’d be so into you praising him, but he felt his hips moving faster as he chased his high.

Your legs were shaking around him. You felt like you were seeing stars. His thumb found your clit, drawing tight circles. “Oh, Chris. I’m gonna—” you moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders.

He gripped your hips tighter. Your orgasm hit you. You called out his name as pleasure washed over you. He wasn’t long behind you— his hips snapping against yours and shooting his load inside you.

He slowed down his thrusts, easing you both down. You both were panting as you tried to recover from your orgasms. “That was so good, baby.” You mumbled, breathlessly.

“You have no idea.” He said, meeting your lips with a kiss. You kissed him back softly. It was a lazy kiss as you both came back down to earth.

“What do you say we get out of here and I take you out to dinner?” He asked you, interlacing his fingers with yours.

You giggled at how nervous he seemed— given your previous activity. “That sounds like we’re doing things in the wrong order, but that sounds really nice.” You said, kissing him again.

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