#love clothes folds love how they wrap and float and move

[apple-creating-stuff]

what a cool guy :D

[dragonsholygrail]

As a Mouse Hybrid you had the habit of getting into trouble whenever you could. Mostly it was just so you could tease and pester your Cat Hybrid bf till he snaps and gives into your playful nature. Even during his precious sunlit naps.

So when you stroll on up on the bay window where he rests, nose twitching cutely, and you plop down on top of him to nuzzle in all close the suspicion rises within him instantly. Not trusting your adorable behavior.

“What do you think you’re up to this time, little mate?” Your bf rumbles, his claws teasing your skin as he grabs handfuls of your warm plump flesh in his palms. Pulling you closer to him as if it’s impossible to get you close enough.

Little squeaks slip past your lips as you grind yourself into him, your neediness consuming you. You just want him so bad and don’t know how to ask for it.

Your bf growls as feels your hot clothed cunt rub against him, his cock hardening instantly. His body more than ready to take care of its mate.

“So this is what you’re playing at. Need me to fuck you till you can’t walk anymore, baby?”

He tortures you as he slowly removes your clothes, ignoring your whines and squeaks as you writhe against him, desperate to have him inside you. You gasp when you feel his hard cock slowly slip between your thick thighs, pushing through your wet folds and nudging deliciously at your clit.

“P-p-please,” you whine, weakly trying to angle your hips to take him inside you. Your bf gently shushes you, his arms curling around you and holding you to him tightly.

“I got you, I got you,” your mate says soothingly.

With a twitch of his hips he sinks inside you in one long smooth stroke. Your tail whips around behind you, jaw dropping as his length stretches you out so perfectly. Your fat pussy pulsing more and more around his ribbed dick with each smooth stroke.

Loud mewls echo throughout the house and your bf is glad your owners are off at work because he would never dare silence your lovely sounds. No, he wants more.

His arms secure you to him and he braces his feet on the bay window before picking up his pace, slamming his cock deep inside your gummy walls. His length hitting everything right until your toes curl in pleasure.

He takes you higher and higher, your body buzzing with an ecstasy so close you can barely handle it. Your cries grow louder with each brutal thrust. The fact that you can’t move, can’t escape even a moment of pleasure, has your pussy spasming.

With a strangled cry you cum so hard on your bfs cock that you see stars. Your body floating into unimaginable pleasure. He doesn’t stop rutting into you, making your body shake in his hold till he shoots his hot cum deep into your womb. Wanting you to feel how he fills every inch of you.

You’re a puddle in his embrace as you sag against him, your body spent and your mind all hazy with your orgasm. You nuzzle into your bf’s neck, your whiskers ticking his throat.

He chuckles and wraps his tail tightly around yours, wanting to make sure every inch of you is touching him as you two bask in the warmth of each other and the sunlight.

[yawnderu]

Monster fucking, tentacles, non-con/rape, mind break, unrealistic sex (womb fucking), breeding, oviposition.

Monster!König is a patient man. He'd wait a century for you if it's necessary, yet much to his excitement, it only took a year for you to trust him enough to get into the water with him.

He was barely able to contain his excitement, tentacles aching to touch you as he watched you slowly get into the water, weary eyes looking at him while he fought the urge to pull you inside.

''I don't bite, prinzessin.'' He lifts his hands as a display of submission, showing you he's not going to harm you— and truly, he's not planning to harm you. He knows you want this as much as he does, always noticing your eyes linger on his tentacles. Surely it wasn't because he's a freak and you were still weirded out by him, no, that couldn't be. You're absolutely in love with him, he's sure of it.

You swim slowly towards him, looking back at the shore and almost regretting your life decisions as soon as you notice his eyes narrow, not wanting you to leave.

''Come closer.'' He pleads, not able to hide the longing and whine in his tone, trying his best not to show how much his body is quivering with pure need for you. You sigh softly, hesitantly swimming closer and closer until you're right in front of him, moving your legs around the water to keep floating.

You never noticed the size of him until he fully stands up, his feet planted firmly on the ground while you crane your neck up to look up at him, mouth slightly ajar as the feeling of dread courses through your veins, fight or flight triggered when you see the predatory look in his eyes.

His instincts get triggered the moment you try to swim away, thick tentacles wrapping around your body and keeping you in place even when you scream and kick, unable to do anything else other than thrash in his hold.

As much as he loves it, your screaming is making his ears hurt. One of his tentacles sneaks up, tracing your soft body slowly before it's plunged into your mouth, successfully pacifying you.

''Quiet.'' He hisses, not even noticing the warm tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to fit his thick tentacle into your mouth, saliva dripping down the corners of your pretty lips. His hands find place in the curve of your hips, keeping you in place while his bare cock rubs up and down your back, too excited to even think about your clothes until the rough material of your jeans hits his sensitive tip.

''Scheiße.'' He complains with a small grunt, strong tentacles already working on ripping the clothes off of your much smaller body, finally able to feel your bare skin. So soft, he realizes. Much softer than the rough skin of his hands holding you in place as his tentacles keep your legs open, some sneaking up to get a good feel at your tits as his cock starts rubbing up and down your folds, not bothering to prepare you before he's forcefully sinking into you.

König has no idea on how the human body works. He's wondering why you're screaming in pain, struggling as much as you can against his tentacles, yet still feeling so tight around his cock. Shouldn't this feel good for you? He's seen humans have sex, this is where you should be moaning and enjoying yourself, isn't it? He's utterly confused, yet he starts fucking into you faster, forcefully stretching you until you're able to take half of his meaty cock inside you.

''That's it— you're doing good, baby.'' He coos, the sweet words leaving his lips not matching his actions at all as he starts being more forceful, wanting to shove every single inch of his cock inside you while being stopped by your cervix.

It's not his fault he's a filthy virgin, is it? He just wants to make you feel good like you deserve, a reward for being such a brave girl and getting into the water with him. His tentacles move on their own, slowly teasing your puckered hole before forcefully going inside, giving you time to adjust to the double penetration before they're slipping in and out of you, their own lubrication helping ease into you.

He grunts from behind you as he struggles to make you take him deeper, your cunt slowly lubricating to minimize the damage being done by the intruder— yet to you, it's betraying you. A muffled scream comes out of your lips when you feel his cock break you from within, managing to invade your fertile womb, finally able to stuff you with all 10 inches of veiny, thick meat.

His tentacles move deeper down your throat, the suckers sticking in your throat and letting go with painful, loud pops, trying to reach as deep inside you as possible despite your gags attempting to push them back. The tentacle in your ass is smaller, yet just as needy, moving in and out of your tight, puckered hole.

“Gonna make you have my babies.” He whispers into your ear, a small whimper escaping his lips when he feels you tightening up around his hard cock, a dreadful pit in your stomach as he starts to fuck into you harder, more brutally, driven purely by the primal need to breed.

He stuffs your tight cunt full, the angry red tip of his cock slamming harder and harder into your womb, keeping it open for him before his arms tighten around your body, emptying his balls right into your fertile, needy cervix. You can feel the tiny embryos within you, thousands of eggs stretching you open and inflating your tummy. Your body betrays you as you can feel him thrusting into you, making sure every single egg stays within you, your cunt tightening up around him as he forces an orgasm out of you.

He slowly pulls out of you, making his tentacles slowly come out of your tired, fucked-out body, one of them cupping your wet cunt to make sure his eggs stay inside you.

You'll be the pretty mother of his unnatural abominations, and he knows you'll come around eventually, wrapping his tentacles around your tired body and dragging you deeper into the water, about to take you to your new forever home, a cave big enough to keep you safe and entertained under his obsessed eyes.

He's not entirely bad— he gathered cute and shiny things for you, building you a small nest so you can sleep peacefully. That makes up for all of it, doesn't it?

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐊.𝐘𝐒 ♡

He Has Control

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : You were his work of art, and he loved to watch you squirm under him.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 631

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: PWP. Smut.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Boyfriend!Yeosang x Girlfriend!Reader  

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : use of a blindfold, rope, and restraints. Candle wax. Teasing. Pet names. Neck kisses. Breast play. Fingering. Clit play. Marking and biting.

Thank you, @polyglot-ton , for requesting Yeosang for this day ♡♡♡.

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“Do you remember the safe word?” Your lover’s voice rang in your ears, making you take a deep breath in. Your eyes were completely covered, and your limbs bound. You couldn’t feel or see Yeosang, but you knew he wasn’t far. Listening carefully to his voice as he walked around the bed, you noticed the slight sound of fabric hitting the carpeted floor. He must have taken the rest of his clothing off.

And oh, how right you were. Yeosang was completely naked, standing at the end of the bed while he watched you squirm at the feeling of nothing other than his gaze. You looked like a work of art to him. The most beautiful masterpiece ever created, and it was all for his eyes alone to see. He watched the way your skin was pulled against the tight red rope he had wrapped around your figure and the way your cheeks were red and your mouth was sitting agape, gasping for air as your eyes were covered by a silk scarf, falling slightly on your nose, restricting airflow.

Everything was in place, ready and perfect.

“Yes…” You finally answered the question he asked a few moments ago, suddenly feeling need and loneliness from not feeling his touch. Yeosang caught on quickly, climbing the bed slowly with an object tight in his hand.

“You ready then, my angel?” He asked, fingertips grazing your ankle moving at a snail's pace towards your thigh before stopping right at the top of your hips.

“Yes…” You simply answered again, trying your best to buck your hips, but it was no use. You felt his hand be removed from you, making your skin burn in an ache only he could satisfy. His touch was electrifying to you, feeling his hot breath pooling on your sweating body. More, more, more. Your brain shouted, but your mouth grew slack, only being able to mumble out moans and groans as you felt Yeosang finally place his thumb on your sensitive clit. But watch caught you off guard was an overwhelming sensation of heat.

Candle wax.

“Fuck!” You cursed feeling like you were going to come just from the warm liquid dribbling onto your hard nipples alone. You had tried temperature play in the past but none of it felt like it had now, it was like your senses were heightened ten-fold. Every circle of his thumb on your bud was ten times more sensitive than before, his sloppy kisses on your neck were sending a shiver down your spine that you never thought was possible and the way the hot wax dripped on your breast was something else.

It was like you were floating but falling at the same time. On the edge but far away. Your brain was scattered, and your hands tugged, begging to be pulled free. Your legs, which were snug against the bed frame, wailed as you felt your high approaching. Everything was too much yet, not enough. It was like a new agonizing pleasure. “Please, please, please.” You repeated over like a broken record.

“It’s okay Darling…” Yeo’s voice got deeper if that was even possible. Leaning against your ear, his lips pressed themselves against your lobes. “Come for me, baby. Come on, my fingers.”

He pressed his two fingers into your dripping hole all the while his thumb stayed flat on your button. He didn’t stop the wax from dripping onto your tummy, and his kisses got more aggressive, biting and suckling harsh marks along your collarbone. You were gone for, and feeling him thrust at a pace that was just what you needed, you came crashing down quickly, all the while screaming his name over and over again.

- ♥︎

[1800jjbarnes]

◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

He Has Control

【Synopsis】 : You were his work of art, and he loved to watch you squirm under him.

『W.C』 : 631

-> Genre: PWP. Smut.

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve x Girlfriend!Reader  

[Warnings] : use of a blindfold, rope, and restraints. Candle wax. Teasing. Pet names. Neck kisses. Breast play. Fingering. Clit play. Marking and biting.

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“Do you remember the safe word?” Your lover’s voice rang in your ears, making you take a deep breath in. Your eyes were completely uncovered, and your limbs bound. You couldn’t feel or see Steve, but you knew he wasn’t far. Listening carefully to his voice as he walked around the bed, you noticed the slight sound of fabric hitting the carpeted floor. He must have taken the rest of his clothing off.

And oh, how right you were. Steve was completely naked, standing at the end of the bed while he watched you squirm at the feeling of nothing other than his gaze. You looked like a work of art to him. The most beautiful masterpiece ever created, and it was all for his eyes alone to see. He watched the way your skin was pulled against the tight red rope he had wrapped around your figure and the way your cheeks were red and your mouth was sitting agape, gasping for air as your eyes were covered by a silk scarf, falling slightly on your nose, restricting airflow.

Everything was in place, ready and perfect.

“Yes…” You finally answered the question he asked a few moments ago, suddenly feeling need and loneliness from not feeling his touch. Steve caught on quickly, climbing the bed slowly with an object tight in his hand.

“You ready then my love?” He asked, fingertips grazing your ankle moving at a snail's pace towards your thigh before stopping right at the top of your hips.

“Yes…” You simply answered again, trying your best to buck your hips but it was no use. You felt his hand be removed from you, making your skin burn in an ache only he could satisfy. His touch was electrifying to you, feeling his hot breath pooling on your sweating body. More, more, more. Your brain shouted, but your mouth grew slack, only being able to mumble out moans and groans as you felt Steve finally place his thumb on your sensitive clit. But watch caught you off guard was an overwhelming sensation of heat.

Candle wax.

“Fuck!” You cursed feeling like you were going to come just from the warm liquid dribbling onto your hard nipples alone. You had tried temperature play in the past but none of it felt like it had now, it was like your senses were heightened ten-fold. Every circle of his thumb on your bud was ten times more sensitive than before, his sloppy kisses on your neck were sending a shiver down your spine that you never thought was possible and the way the hot wax dripped on your breast was something else.

It was like you were floating but falling at the same time. On the edge but far away. Your brain was scattered and your hands tugged, begging to be pulled free. Your legs which were snug against the bed frame wailed as you felt your high approaching. Everything was too much yet not enough. It was like a new agonizing pleasure. “Please, Please, Please.” You repeated over like a broken record.

“It’s okay Darling…” Steve's voice got deeper if that was even possible. Leaning against your ear, his lips pressed themselves against your lobes. “Come for me, baby. Come on, my fingers.”

He pressed his two fingers into your dripping hole all the while his thumb stayed flat on your button. He didn’t stop the wax from dripping onto your tummy, and his kisses got more aggressive, biting and suckling harsh marks along your collarbone. You were gone for, and feeling him thrust at a pace that was just what you needed, you came crashing down quickly, all the while screaming his name over and over again.

[ladyxskywalker]

In Exile, ii

Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader/OFC

During his morning meditation on the mountain side, Anakin faces a new enemy

part one | part three

a choose your own outcome story !

weekly story polls posted at the end of each chapter !

hope you enjoy ! 💌

Cliffs

Anakin didn’t like very many people.

Not since forming a close bond with Obi Wan, and certainly not since falling in love with Padme.

The idea of love never even crossed his mind in the last few years living out his existence on this planet. Monotony, and isolation compounded all of that for him. It was no longer on his radar.

Wherever he ended up in life, he didn’t feel it necessary to speak to anyone, let alone form a friendship with them if he absolutely didn’t have to.

He kept his head down. Stayed quiet. Tended to his field everyday. Watched as his crops and trees took on shape and beauty. That was something he could relate to - hard work, and discipline. Doing his best, and making sure that he was absolutely ‘better’ than everyone.

they don’t know what I’m capable of…

But when his neighbor moved in on the plot of land next to his, everything started to change. A man who once lost his sense of humanity, started to become whole again. 

Her smile did that for him.

And the sound of her voice alone, seemed to have made things the slightest bit better again.

So, when she told him of her troubles the day before involving that lowly fisherman, he got angry. Even more so when he heard more about this from the villagers in town.

It took everything in him just to speak with the modest shopkeepers, and the elders. Going against staying silent in order just to help her.

what do you know about him?

he’s a defector! a scoundrel!

fled fighting in the war?

I don’t know where from, but yes. took off during the clone wars.

how did he end up here?

bar fight, ended badly.

what do you mean?

stole from someone, then killed them. had a bounty on his head but escaped, somehow ended up here.

he won’t be here for long…

we’re good people, lars, none of us asked for thieves and criminals to infiltrate our home…

If only they knew…

As he begins to feel one with all of his thoughts, a light breeze begins to pass through all of the trees behind him. The sweet melodic song birds, delivering their peace to all of the mountainside. Everything is green here. The water, freshest just from falling. All that was once jagged is now made smooth again; the river, freely flowing over all of the stones and rock.

It reminds him of a time when everything made more sense. At least, that is what he settles with during his daily meditation. Breathing like this with his eyes closed makes him feel as though he has some sort of purpose, a reminder that, yes, perhaps I can in fact be whole again. 

But, it’s this one fight that’s been holding him back from all of it.

A kind face, that no matter how hard he tries, can never be forgotten.

Frankly, it’s become somewhat of an annoyance…

A beautiful, and persistent, growing sort of distraction…

you’re nice to me.

I try.

“Ha! Would you get a load of this! Tough guy seems to be one with nature! I know what you really are!”

there he is, perfect timing. 

“And what’s that? I’m just dying for you to tell me…”

With his eyes closed, Anakin smirks, where instinctually he feels the vagrant in question pacing back and forth behind him. 

his steps make the grass fold.

a few twigs have snapped.

“You’re soft! Defending some disgusting woman! What’d you think I wouldn’t hear about where you are?”

“That was my plan all along, not my fault you fell for it.”

there goes a splash into the water.

an echo of a floating basket behind him.

Anakin stands, turning to see what the sound was, only to find broken stems, and dirt, clouding the bottom of a nearby waterfall.

Rose petals. Scattered thorns...

Sunflowers, and broken glass jars.

Stolen garden tools.

Homemade favors, and jam, wrapped in woven cloth of all colors, strewn about the neighboring rocks. 

“You’re nothing, Lars, just like the rest of us! Who knows if that’s even who you really are!”

He smirks, all while lifting the palm of his hand, and controlling the air around them. Watching as his newfound enemy begins to choke on his own breath.

“Perhaps it is best that you address me from the floor.”

Anakin circles him, all while tightening his grip around his neck through the force.

“I was…right…you are…”

With a sharp and instant motion, all at once, he slams him toward the ground.

“Enough.”

Then, he continues with his onslaught.

“It seems you know exactly who I am, and what I’ve done. So the rest is only inevitable…”

His enemy’s eyes are ruthless, but there is only silence. A quiet he can not withhold.

“You’ve led a kind woman into great distress. Destroying her livelihood. And for what? Because she denied you?”

Anakin backhands him, a hardened blow to the face that manages to break the force’s hold.

“Coward.”

He then lands a strengthened kick to his stomach, before stepping on his throat.

Through the grit of teeth, the fisherman snarls.

“You’re…no General…”

“How would you know? You never fought in my war.”

he’s been spreading falsehoods about me and my family throughout the village…

“All you’ve done is harass an innocent girl. Do you take pride in that? What makes you so miserable?”

Releasing his boot, Anakin slowly walks toward the wildflowers. For a second he thinks about collecting some of them when he’s done here. And…the possibility of how they would look on her, worn as a pretty crown.

“She’s nothing but a whore!”

With his back turned, so viciously, he smiles.

“So unfortunate…”

As the nameless vagrant begins to rise to his feet, the entire mountain begins to rumble, causing him to stumble and fall.

“...that now you will be no more than a pile of dust.”

With a menacing crack, Anakin’s wrath lays claim to all of the Earth, forcing his enemy over the ridge ahead of him; listening to his screams ring out from the shattered edges of the cliffs.

what have I done?

why should I feel remorse?

I did nothing wrong...

he deserved it...

“He won’t be a problem anymore.” 

The words come easily, but they are only above a whisper now.

Everything is strangely quiet, where the trees no longer move.

It reminds him of the calm that happens right before a powerful storm.

Except, the carnage has already happened…

And he feels all the more alone.

… ❤️

thanks so much for reading & sharing this story ! I hope you are enjoying the choose your own outcome polls. it has definitely been a lot of fun getting to write these short scenes. sometimes I don't even know what will happen next until I am actually writing them ! I would love to know what you think. 💌😊 xo A

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 8

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, top!reader, strap on use, hermione has a praise kink actually it's canon, so much fluff it's almost gross

Note: ok a few chapters back i mentioned that it would be the last fun one but i lied clearly bc this one's just fluff

i'm just not ready for it to get dark yet! i got a little carried away with this one but hopefully it's enjoyable bc i had a lot of fun writing it

there's strap on use as stated in the disclaimer but little elements of g!p as well (kinda) i've added asterisks before the smut so feel free to skip it if u don't want to read!

alright thats it, i hope u enjoy, let me know what u think!

taglist: @gvrsto @aweidlich @xxsekhmet @arielj

(comment to be added)

chp 9

The end of term is finally here, accompanied with a feeling of impending doom you just couldn't shake.

You had no choice now but to see your parents.They had sent an owl with a letter containing the date of your initiation. It is in 3 days time.

Waving your wand, the clothes you had folded earlier slowly floated in place inside your trunk. Scanning the room you noticed there were still a lot of things you had to put away. Packing was never something you enjoyed. You actually found the entire process dreadful. Although, the use of magic did make it bearable. You couldn't imagine doing it all by hand.

You suddenly feel your cat nudge your leg slightly with his forehead. A white tabby, you've had him since first year. Basically one of the very few constants in your life. You've always had a love for cats because you found it easy to establish a mutual respect. Sometimes you prefered their company over humans.

He nudges your leg again before meowing.

"What is it sweet boy, are you hungry?"

Walking over to his food bowl you noticed it was still partially full. His water bowl left untouched since you last filled it up this morning.

You watched as he walks up to the front door, he began to scratch at it and you grow even more confused.

Before you could start to question it you hear a knock coming from the other side.

"Who is it?"

Taking a step closer you reached for the handle but decide to wait for a reply before opening it.

"It's me, quick let me in."

An involuntarily smile forming on your lips.

Your cat cleverly moving out of the way as you pulled the door open.

Crookshanks rushed his own way inside before you tugged on Hermione's arm, quickly guiding her inside your room. You looked around making sure nobody saw before closing the door.

Your girlfriend greets you with a long kiss which you happily reciprocated.

Hermione steps away from you and begins to look around as if inspecting the state of your messy room.

"How did you even get in here?"

Hermione smiles before holding up Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Wow, I'm surprised he let you borrow it."

"He doesn't know, I nicked it when he wasn't looking."

Your girlfriend admits proudly and you playfully let out a gasp.

"Hermione Granger, I think I might be a bad influence on you." You quip.

Your hands move to rest on Hermione's waist and she wraps her arms around your neck instinctively.

"I think you might be right."

She says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"But I kind of like it." Hermione whispers, inches away from your face.

You smirk, pulling her in even closer.

"Good." You say, matching her tone.

You leaned in with intention to kiss her again but Hermione turns her head before you could.

Quietly studying your girlfriend's expression as she watched the cats. They've long stopped chasing each other around the room they're now curled up licking each other clean on the foot of your bed.

"Do you have to leave right away?" Hermione asks turning her head to look at you once again.

Your hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"No. Technically I have about a day before I absolutely have to go home. Why?"

Hermione doesn't answer for a moment instead she fiddles with the pendant on your necklace nervously.

"What is it, my love?"

Your gentle hand on her lower back must have soothed your girlfriend enough as she eventually found the courage to continue.

"Do you maybe want to come home with me and meet my parents?"

Taken aback, you take a few seconds to deliberate but Hermione was quick to mistake your silence for disapproval.

"If you don't want to it's alright. I'd just- I would love for them to get to know you-"

Hermione stutters and you reach out, holding her face with both your hands she's now forced to meet your soft gaze.

"I would love to meet your family. Just as long as you're sure."

Hermione grins, evidently relieved at your response.

"Really? It would help to have you with me, I don't want to be alone when I have to- you know when it's time."

"I understand." You assure her and she visibly relaxes again. Hermione moves to nuzzle her face in the crook of your neck and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around her, holding her close.

You could only imagine the pressure Hermione must be in. How selfless she is to even consider obliviating her own parents. She will be doing it to prevent the hurt they might go through in the event of losing her.

If it ever came down to it you weren't entirely sure if you could do the same. Hermione's bravery knows no bounds, yet you couldn't find it in yourself to envy her. You admired her a great deal. You want more than anything to preserve her happiness as best you can.

Going against the Dark Lord was one way of ensuring it. So it's something you'll do without hesistation.

"But we can't go anywhere until you're done packing." You let go of her and Hermione gestures to the mess of unfolded clothes scattered across your room.

"I am done."

Hermione gives you an incredulous look.

"Well, mostly." You admit cheekily, enjoying how annoyed Hermione is getting at your failure to take things seriously.

"Come on, I'll help you pack." Hermione tugs on your arm but you don't budge.

"But-" You say grabbing her hand instead, holding her in place.

"Im not sure if you're aware. There are many fun things we could do in my room that doesn't involve packing."

You swiftly pull Hermione closer by the belt loop on her jeans.

A small gasp escapes her lips at your sudden action and you took the opportunity to capture her lips into a searing kiss.

Your girlfriend entertains you for a few moments, kissing you back deeply as she rest her hand on the back of your neck.

Quickly moving your own hand underneath her shirt, resting it on the small of her back. Hermione shudders at the feeling of your warm hand against her bare skin.

You plant a kiss on her jaw, and then her neck, nipping at it before you hear Hermione's breath hitch in her throat.

"Okay let's make a deal." Your girlfriend says trying her best to keep her voice firm.

"We finish packing and–" Hermione stands on her tiptoes so she can whisper directly into your ear.

"I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

You feel a sudden rush of arousal, Hermione always knew exactly what to say.

"Whatever I want?"

Your girlfriend peering at you with feigned innocence. She nods before biting her lip knowing very well the effect it had on you.

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"What about this one?" Hermione holds up a dark green pullover that you hadn't seen since the beginning of term.

"Honestly forgot I even had that. We can toss it." Instead of adding it to the pile your girlfriend holds onto it. It quickly became clear what she was asking of you.

"Well unless you want to keep that one–"

"Do you want it?"

You chuckle at the sight of Hermione's eyes lighting up at your suggestion.

"It smells like you." Your girlfriend says under her breath and you feel a flutter in your chest.

"Alright, that's the last of it." You say, shutting your trunk.

You attempt to push it closer to your front door but it barely budged. Hermione notices you struggling and lets out a laugh.

"Here, let me help."

"Excuse me." Your girlfriend whispers before stepping in between you and the trunk, standing close enough that her ass was brushing against your front.

Before you could move out of her way, Hermione bends over. Her ass now flush against your groin. Clearly a deliberate move to get a reaction out of you, she makes no effort to push the trunk.

"Hermione–" You groaned.

"Hm?"

You've seemed to have urged her on as she pushes herself up against your front again. Your hands move to grip her waist.

Hermione stands up right but doesn't try to move away from you.

"Do you find pleasure in taunting me, Miss Granger? You growl directly into her ear and Hermione's hand finds the back of your neck.

You watched as she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth, stiffling a grin.

She really is enjoying is.

You expertly flipped Hermione around by her waist. Capturing her lips with yours kissing her hard. You take her bottom lip in between your teeth tugging at it before kissing her again, your tongue enters her mouth and she lets out a whimper against your lips.

Your hands move to her thigh swiftly, you lifted Hermione up, carrying her to your bed.

She keeps her legs wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

Hermione arches her back, your groin now flush against hers. You began moving your hips, grinding against her center. Your girlfriend lets out a moan, throwing her head back against the pillow.

You take the opportunity to place a sloppy kiss against her neck, you open your mouth, biting down. Earning a louder noise from Hermione.

"Fuck, you drive me insane."

You say against her neck.

Hermione only lets out another whimper in response. She takes your hand moving it to the hem of her jeans.

"Please, touch me." Your girlfriend pleads.

Quickly obliging, you unbutton her jeans, slipping your hand inside. Your palm finds her clothed center. You apply pressure and Hermione quickly starts grinding against your hand.

She's now a writhing, panting mess underneath you.

The mere sight drove you crazy.

You slip your hand underneath her underwear, your thumb applying pressure against her already sensitive clit. Hermione's grips the back of your neck as she chokes out a moan. You move two fingers to her entrance pushing inside until you were knuckle deep. Your girlfriend's mouth falls open as you began pumping in and out of her at a rough pace.

"Yes.."

She breathes out and you take it as a sign to move your fingers harder and deeper.

Hermione's hand moves to grip the sheets and you knew she was already close.

You try your best to keep the steady pace, made slightly difficult with her walls contracting against your fingers with every stroke.

Your hear her breathing get shallow and her hold on your neck tightens. Hermione moans loudly as the blinding orgasm rips through her.

You pull out of her bringing your fingers up to your mouth, licking them clean. Hermione watches you with a darkened gaze before lifting her head to kiss you, deep and hungry.

You plant a kiss against her forehead before moving off her.

Hermione whines in protest and you only chuckle darkly. You lift your own sweater above your head, signaling that you were far from done.

"Take off your clothes baby, wait there."

Hermione does as she's told.

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You grabbed your wand quickly before walking towards the bathroom, shuting the door behind you.

Saying the spell as you waved your wand, a flesh coloured appendage appearing by your groin. A makeshift strap on. You found out that muggles had used it for sex sometimes and you honestly thought it a genius invention. You took it upon yourself to conjure your own.

You managed to create a version that was not only functional but allows you to actually feel her. In a way it acted like an extension of you.

Yes. A spell that could go terribly wrong if not done properly ofcourse, but what's a fun sex life without a little risk?

Walking out of the bathroom you're met with the sight of your girlfriend laying naked on the bed.

You make eye contact and watched as Hermione's eyes flit down to the length between your legs.

She licks her lips in anticipation.

"Come closer."

Hermione crawls to the foot of the bed meekly waiting for you to approach.

You stepped closer, hand moving to the back of her head your fingers getting lost in her hair.

You guide her forward and she catches on quickly. Wrapping her hand around your length before running her tongue across the tip, watching your reaction.

"Suck it."

You command and Hermione does exactly that.

Throwing your head back you breathe in deeply, suppressing a moan. Her mouth felt amazing. Hermione was really good at that, she's good at everything.

You feel the tip of your strap touch the back of her throat and let out a gasp.

She is taking you so well.

You groaned.

"Good girl."

Hermione hums in response and continues moving her skillful mouth against you.

You can feel your release approaching, gripping her hair you tug on it slightly, urging her to stop.

"Ok– okay that's enough." You guide her face up, kissing her.

"Lay back."

Hermione leans back and you quickly climb on top of her.

Your length brushing against her core, Hermione rolls her hips desperately.

"Ready?"

Your girlfriend nods quickly, lifting her leg up to wrap it around your waist. Giving you easier access.

You guide the tip to her entrance, thrusting forward slowly.

Watching as her eyes widen at the feeling of you inside her. Her hands gripped your back, fingernails digging into your skin.

You thrust your hips forward again, Hermione lets out a loud moan shutting her eyes.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So tight."

Hermione clenches around your length, her nails digging into your back painfully.

"Faster– please."

Your girlfriend begs and you push forward, harder and faster.

Soon finding a momentum.

Hermione's now moaning and panting at every thrust of your hips. You feel a familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach.

"You're so perfect, Hermione. My sweet, perfect girl."

Your endless whispers of praise only pushing her closer to her release. Hermione's cunt throbbing around your length as her orgasm creeps up on her, hard and fast.

You pant, reaching your own climax soon after her.

You slumped forward, both your chests heaving as you tried to recover.

Hermione places a kiss on your cheek and another on the corner of your mouth.

You move to rest your head against her chest.

"I love you." Hermione utters breathlessly.

You lift your head, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"I love you too, so much."

Hermione pulls you in for a kiss, surprisingly soft and tender.

"Can you go again?" You ask and Hermione nods, not hiding the blush forming on her face.

"Good, get on top."

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The train finally departs and Hermione joins you in the carriage. Sitting next to you.

You draped your arm over her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Last night was amazing."

You let out a laugh at the sudden confession.

"Yes it was." You turn towards her and Hermione lifts her head off your shoulder to look at you.

Her hand moves to your hair, running her fingers through it. She knows you loved it whenever she did that.

"You were amazing." Hermione's voice low, you catch her looking down at your lips.

"Careful."

"Don't get me going, I will have my way with you right here, in this carriage."

You warn, glancing at her lips.

"Maybe you should."

Hermione taunts and you smirk.

You lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"I'd fuck you right here, have you screaming my name for everybody to hear."

Hermione grabs the hem of your jacket crashing her lips against yours. Her tongue enters your mouth and for a second you believed that you would actually have sex right then and there.

"Uh– you lot are in a public space, please show some consideration."

Ginny quips before entering the carriage, sitting across from you.

You stopped making out, Hermione buries her face in your shoulder, feeling embarrassed.

"We technically were in a private space until you came in." You retaliated.

Ginny grins.

You've always liked her, the funnier and overall superior Weasley. You don't hang out often but whenever you did it was always a fun time.

"So Harry told me about the plan."

"He did what–"

"Oh that thickhead." You scoffed.

Hermione shakes her head clearly dissaproving the same way you were.

"Well that's fantastic. Yeah, really great. Who else did he tell?"

You were annoyed. If the wrong person overheard it would be over for you.

"Ok I agree Harry can be thick sometimes but we can trust Ginny." Hermione says, stroking your arm at an attempt to soothe you.

"Yeah relax. Besides, he tells me everything. I promise your secret's safe with me."

You say nothing in response, looking out the window trying to keep a level head.

"Do you really think it'll work?"

Ginny asks and you turn to look at her. Your gaze shifts to Hermione for a moment before answering.

"I've gone over it a million times in my head. It'll work."

You look out the window again.

"It has to." You mutter and Hermione grabs your hand intertwining your fingers.

"Alright."

"Listen, if you ever need an extra hand I can help." The ginger haired girl says lowering her voice.

You nod, giving her a genuine smile. You appreciated the offer.

"Thanks, Ginny."

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"That was odd." You say as you lifted Hermione's trunk up the stairs, walking to her parents home.

"What was?"

"The man that drove us here. Do muggles always ask that many personal questions?"

Hermione laughs.

You sat her trunk down on the veranda.

"He was curious, some taxi drivers just enjoy chatting to new people."

Your eyebrows knitted together. You supposed that made sense.

"Oh."

"Ready?" Hermione asks before fishing her house keys out of her pocket.

You give her a nod before taking in a sharp intake of breath.

Opening the door you both step inside.

"Mum, dad, I'm home!"

Her mum comes down the stairs, beaming as she sauntered over to the two of you. Enveloping your girlfriend in a long embrace.

Hermione did look a lot like her mother. Especially around the eyes.

Mrs Granger releases her daughter from her embrace and turns to you.

"You must be y/n, Hermione has told me so much about you."

She surprises you by pulling you into a hug as well. You reciprocated quickly as a polite gesture.

"It's very nice to meet you Mrs Granger, you have a wonderful home."

"Oh please, call me Monica."

She takes her hand in yours and you smile at her gallantly.

A man walks out of the kitchen and rushes over to the three of you, practically lifting Hermione up as he hugged her.

Hermione lets out a real laugh and it's like music to your ears.

"Hey pumpkin."

"Hi, dad"

"Y/n I assume?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes sir, that's right. It's a pleasure to meet you." You hold your hand out for him to shake and he pulls you into a hug instead.

You were stunned for a moment.

A family of huggers.

Physical affection was rare in your own family, it wasn't something that was freely given. Any type of affection was something you had to earn, like a reward.

"Come, you got here just in time for dinner."

Hermione's dad lets go of you and guides the two of you to the dining table.

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You liked Hermione's parents, they were warm and generous. You quickly realised why Hermione is the way she is.

"Thank you for dinner Monica, it was delicious."

"You're most welcome y/n. I'm glad you're here, we've been wanting to meet you for awhile now."

Hermione grabs your hand on the table giving it a squeeze.

Mrs Granger stands up colleting the plates, she walks over to the sink.

"Please, let me help."

You grab Hermione's plate and yours, giving her a quick smile which she reciprocated.

You are stood silently washing dishes for awhile before Mrs Granger breaks the silence.

"You're really good for her, you know."

You glanced at her but stayed silent and she continues.

"I've never seen her this happy. I'm just glad she has you."

"Thats very kind of you to say Monica but I'm certain that I'm the lucky one."

"Hermione's a very special girl." You respond fondly.

Her mum nods in agreement, tears well up in her eyes and you panic for a moment. Afraid you'd said something to upset her.

"You promise to look out for her won't you? I don't know exactly what's happening in your world right now but promise you'll look after her?"

"Ofcourse. I'll protect her with my life. You have my word."

A tear falls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away.

"Thank you y/n–"

"I appreciate you saying that."

[koolkat9]

Hot Day

Rating: M (but only because of one suggestive conversation at the end)

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 596

Author's Note: Based a little on how sunny England was when I was on exchange (like I went in expecting a lot more rain than I got). And how hot that sun could be.

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Whoever started the idea that England was always cool and rainy had to be one of the biggest liars in history. For the whole week of Ludwig’s visit, the sun hung high, beating mercilessly down on the tiny island.

Ludwig and Arthur were sitting in Arthur’s backyard, feet in a kiddie pool that the Kirkland household kept for days like this. Even in a sunhat and a layer of sunscreen, Arthur’s skin was singed red. His face, painted with a tired scowl. Surprising with hiw how cold-blooded Arthur was, the heat was even getting to him.

“Why can’t it just be night already,” Arthur bemoaned. “Or at least cloudy. The only time the bloody sun is out, it’s trying to melt me.”

Ludwig smiled wearily, melded to his lawn chair. “Maybe we could take a dip in the creek?”

“That is a brilliant idea, love.”

Arthur leaped from his chair, invigorated by a newfound energy. Ludwig however was a bit slower, sweat sticking him to the chair. But as he got to his feet, he realized he hadn’t brought a swimsuit this visit.

“Scheiße,” Ludwig muttered. “I don’t have anything to wear.

Instead of disappointment. Arthur’s eyes shone with mischief. He grabbed Ludwig’s hands and tugged him to the back of the garden where the creek flowed through.

“We could always skinny dip,” Arthur suggested with a smirk. “After all, it’s so hot that fewer clothes are probably for the best “

Ludwig’s face burned until it felt like he was going to burst.

“What’s with that look, darling?” Arthur cooed. “It’s not like I’d be seeing anything I haven’t seen before.”

“True but–”

“Shhhh,” Arthur hushed, pressing a finger to Ludwig’s lips. “No buts. And there is no one here for miles so it’s not like anyone will catch us or anything.”

He continued to drag Ludwig to the back. Eventually, a small smile started to spread across Ludwig’s face. Good, Arthur thought.

Once they reached the creek, the two stripped down. Ludwig, forever organized, folded their clothes neatly on the edge before Arthur tugged him into the water.

Ludwig stumbled a bit once he landed, but Arthur was there to steady him and help him stand.

The water was perfect. Just the right amount of coolness for a summer’s day like today. Ludwig crouched down so up to his shoulders were submerged.

Arthur dunked himself under the water before springing back up and wrapping his arms around Ludwig’s neck.

“Better?” Ludwig asked with a soft smile.

Arthur pecked him on the lips. “Very much.”

For a moment they just held each other, floating in the water together. That was until Arthur’s hands began to wander down to Ludwig’s chest, his abs then creeping their way back to his butt. He pressed closer, lips a hair’s breadth away from Ludwig’s

Ludwig leaned back, a dark blush blanketing his cheeks. “Arthur…” he warned.

“What?” Arthur asked, feigning innocence. “It’s not like anyone would catch us.”

“We don’t have lube.”

Arthur rolled his eyes dramatically. “Come on. I wasn’t going to go that far."

“Yet we always end up going that far,” Ludwig countered, eyes narrowing.

Arthur opened, and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to think of his retort. “I-I could always do a bit of magic.

“No.”

Arthur pouted slightly, moving his hands bag up to Ludwig’s neck. “Fine…” he sighed, pressing his forehead against Ludwig’s.

For the rest of the afternoon, they just waded and floated in the creek, the heat forgotten for a moment with the cool water against their skin.

[alienguts]

Hail to the Queen (Ash Williams x f!Reader)

Summary: Ash loves being on his knees for Y/N.

Warnings: NSFW, body worship, cunnilingus, floor sex, switch!Ash 🔞

Request?: No

A/N: MSub isn’t my thing but I felt like giving it a try and it turned into both Ash and Y/N being switches! Also, Ash is very passionate about eating pussy and I won’t hear otherwise.

Ash always considered himself to be a dominant lover, but there was just one thing that made him switch: being on his knees for Y/N. He didn’t know what it was, but something about her just made him want to drop to the floor and bury his face between her thighs. He always told her that she was good enough to eat and he was more than willing to put his money where his mouth was, literally.

Y/N couldn’t complain about Ash’s desire to please her. She was grateful that he was so generous and had many boyfriends in the past who thought that doing it was beneath them or gross. Merely the thought of him using his mouth on any part of her body excited her. 

Ash always called her his princess, but when he was between her legs, she was a queen.

The old armchair in the corner of Y/N’s living room wasn’t her first choice of seating, but it always came in handy whenever she and Ash wanted to be particularly close. She’d lost track of how long she’d been kissing him, her lips swollen and tingling as they caressed his, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her and drinking her in.

Her top and bra had been tossed aside long ago, her breasts free for him to caress and fondle as she desperately rutted her hips against him, the chair creaking as it shuffled against the floorboards. She whined against his mouth as he touched her and moved his hand to her waist.

“Please,” Ash whispered between kisses, letting his fingers drift between her legs.

“What do you want, baby?” Y/N asked, her voice husky and teasing. Her breath hitched when he started to move his fingers in circles, rubbing her clit through her clothes.

“I want to taste you,” he said, flicking his tongue against her upper lip.

Y/N immediately broke away from him and stood up between his legs before playing his hands back on her hips.

“You know what to do,” she said.

Ash hooked his fingers into the waistbands of both her pants and her panties, feeling her soft skin before pulling her bottoms down all the way to the floor. She stepped out of them as Ash got out of the chair and guided her to sit, her hips angled up. 

He kneeled down in front of her and spread her legs wide before stilling, gazing at her exposed cunt with lust-filled eyes. He let out a shuddering breath as a drop of her arousal dripped out of her pussy before immediately diving in and catching it with his tongue.

“Fuck baby,” he drawled. “You’re so sweet.”

Slowly, Ash dragged his flattened tongue through her slick folds, gathering all of her arousal and flicking it against her clit once he’d reached it. His movements alternated between licking, kissing, and sucking her sensitive skin as he warmed her up, making her wetter and wetter.

“You’re good at that,” Y/N moaned. “Good boy.”

Ash thought he was already hard when he started worshipping her, but hearing her praise him made him so hard he thought he was going to burst out of his pants. The urge to unzip his pants to stroke his cock was strong, but he fought it off by hooking his arms under Y/N’s legs and caressing her stomach, his hands slowly drifting up to play with her breasts again. She laid her hands over his and guided him to squeeze and play with her nipples as she rocked her hips into his face.

He never ate her like he was starved, he always wanted to take his time with her; to make her squirm and writhe as he made her steadily gush onto his tongue and slowly bring her to a climax so powerful she wrapped her legs around his neck. Being suffocated by pussy wouldn’t be a bad way to go out, but then he wouldn’t be able to do it anymore.

Y/N was so lost in the pleasure Ash was giving to her that she felt like she was floating away on a cloud or like she’d been dipped in warm water. She let out soft sighs and moans as she tangled her fingers in his dark hair, alternating between scratching his scalp, stroking his hair, and pulling softly whenever she felt a stronger pang of pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he moaned into her. “I could do this all night.”

She whined at the feeling of his voice vibrating throughout her body and pushed his face further into her.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

Ash briefly flicked his eyes up to take in the sight above him: Y/N desperate and panting, her lower lip swollen from being kissed and bitten so much, her brows furrowed, and a light sheen of sweat on her chest. She looked irresistible and it only spurred him on further, speeding up his movements, his licks becoming more frequent and his sucks more harsh.

Y/N’s breathing picked up as fire spread through her body, every nerve standing on edge to prepare for the burst that was about to course through her. She tightened her grip on Ash’s hair and begged him to make her cum, reciting it over and over as if it was a mantra.

Her body finally went rigid, her back arching harshly when her nerves ignited, as if they were a million tiny matches catching alight one after another. Her legs closed on their own, locking him in place, his face fully buried in her pussy as he continued to lick her through her climax. She couldn’t help the primal sounds that came out of her mouth as she babbled and cried out his name.

When her orgasm finally subsided, she sagged into the chair and panted heavily, her body completely spent. Ash licked up every last drop of her cum, letting it flood his mouth and coat his tongue before swallowing and licking her off his lips. He slowly kissed his way up her body, making sure to give extra attention to her breasts; running his tongue along the undersides and trailing it over her nipples before taking them into his mouth and gently sucking. He finally kissed her swollen lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth to softly dance with hers, the taste of her still lingering. She moaned quietly as she let her arms and legs wrap around him and pulled him closer to her body.

“Fuck me,” she mumbled against his mouth.

Ash immediately pulled her out of the chair to join him on the floor, her arms and legs still wrapped around him as she sat in his lap. She let her hands drift around his shoulders and down his chest before unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his waistband. She pushed the shirt down his shoulders and kissed his neck and collarbones as he took his arms out of the sleeves and threw it aside.

Y/N climbed out of his lap to lie on the floor in front of him and watched as he unbuckled his belt, took his jeans and underwear off, and set his cock free. Ash was already rock-hard and dripping pre-cum and the sight made her almost drool. She could tell that he noticed how much she wanted him by his cock twitching as he hovered over her. His face was flushed and turning red and she could feel the heat radiating from his face as he brushed against her.

He pushed into her in one smooth push, a pleasured sigh escaping his lips as she clenched and pulsed around him. Y/N held his face close to hers as she adjusted to him, kissing him between shuddered breaths and stroking his hair before giving him the signal to start moving.

Even though it was soft and tentative, that first thrust made her see stars. She let out a soft whimper and angled her hips up as she wrapped her legs around Ash’s waist and scratched his scalp. Y/N had had her moment to be in charge, now she wanted Ash to take over.

“Ash,” she whined. “Please.”

“What do you want, babydoll?” he purred in her ear, already switched to being more dominant.

“I want you to make me cum again.”

“Already? But we've only just started, he teased as he sped up his thrusts.

He watched Y/N’s face as her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes rolled back, his cock hitting her sweet spot perfectly.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” Ash groaned. “I could pound this tight little pussy of yours all day.”

She clenched around his cock and whined as he continued moving inside her, the sensation becoming too much for her to handle. Briefly stopping his movements, Ash leaned over to fully lie over Y/N’s body, his chest hair tickling her breasts and his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming firmer and faster.

“Kiss me while you fuck me,” Y/N breathed and curled her fingers in his hair to push his face down into hers.

Ash happily obliged and locked lips with her, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to move inside her. He missed her lips more than once thanks to his thrusts pushing him up and down her body, but she didn’t seem to mind. She moaned into his mouth, holding him close to her with one of her hands on the back of his head while the other trailed down her body to rub her clit. 

She was still sensitive from Ash’s mouth on her clit and even the lightest touch made her hiss and buck her hips. The overstimulation was delicious enough to make her keep going, her fingers swirling up and down and in circles on her swollen clit while Ash’s cock slid in and out of her needy cunt. A knot started to form in her stomach as they both wound her up towards her climax, and she screwed her eyes shut as her head fell back onto the floor. 

Ash took his chance to kiss Y/N’s neck, biting and sucking gently in between praises and moans in her ear. He could feel bruises start to form on his knees, but the pleasure he felt from fucking her easily overshadowed any discomfort.

“You take it so well, baby,” he purred. “I want you to cum all over my cock. C’mon, cum for me.”

Just those three words were all it took for her body to ignite. The knot in her stomach unravelled as fire spread through her body, her back arching into Ash and her cunt clenching around him. Moans and gasps spilt from her mouth and she cried his name loud enough for it to echo off of the walls of her small apartment.

Her release was strong enough to trigger Ash’s, his hips stalling and stuttering as he panted and moaned, his hot cum painting Y/N’s walls. He fucked her through both of their highs, his thrusts only slowing down once he stopped to catch his breath.

Ash held himself up on shaking arms as he panted heavily, sweat beading on his brow and threatening to fall down his face. He finally pulled his softening cock out of Y/N, immediately missing the warmth but glad to see his cum oozing out of her. He lay down on the floor next to her and rolled her over to lie on his chest, her face resting in the crook of his neck.

“You feel okay?” he asked her tenderly as he stroked her hair and shoulders.

“Yeah,” she breathed, still trying to catch her breath. “My back’s a little sore, though.”

“I should have taken you to bed,” he said. “You deserve your comforts.”

“It’s okay, I kind of like it when we do things in the heat of the moment,” she said as she leaned up to kiss him.

Ash returned her kiss and brought his hands to rest on her lower back, massaging circles into her skin and pulling her closer to him.

“I do too,” he said against her lips. “But next time, I’m taking you to bed so I can treat you like the queen you are.”

[dsireland86]

There is Beauty in the Pain: Chapter 5 Pt.2

"Cause your love is fire warm I'll be the calm babe, before the storm You got me fallin' in love, in this bad dream" -bad dream- Nerve

@lma1986 @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @missduffsblog @bngurngheart @thatamazingvampirestory

Noah:

“Noah, you don't have to come up. Really, I’ll be fine,” Sophie assured me as she jumped out of the car before I could even turn the engine off. I climbed out and met her on the other side, just as she closed her door. I wasn't giving any thought to her plea. My mind was made up. "And I heard you. But like I told you before, you're not going back up there by yourself, so deal with it.” I gazed straight-faced at Sophie, standing firm on my decision and hoped like hell agreed. Otherwise, this trip was going to be more difficult than expected. “You don't know what's up there, Sophie, that’s all I’m saying. It’s not worth taking a chance on your life for a few pieces of clothing and some shampoo. I'm not willing to take it.” I ran my hand through my hair, trying to shake the nervous feeling floating around in my stomach at just the thought of something happening to her

At first, she just scowled at me, contemplating her decision, but then she relaxed and I exhaled the breath I was unknowingly holding. As I looked at all the little things that made her so beautifully adorable to me, a protective jealousy came over me. Unlike those girls in the magazines, Sophie was beautiful for the way she thought and the little sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful in how she could make me or one of the guys smile, even though she was sad or hurting. No, she wasn't beautiful for something temporary like her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

“Alright, fine,” she finally agreed, and I relaxed a little. “But only if you stop staring at me like that,” raising one of her eyebrows. She rested her hands on her hips, giving off a sassy little vibe that came across sexy as hell. I couldn’t resist the urge to smile as I leaned against the car, crossing my right foot over my left and folding my arms over my chest while running my hand over my chin. “Why? Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Her mild expression changed as she blinked a few times before looking down. She ran her hands down her thighs and cleared her throat. “A little; sometimes, yeah.”  “Why?” She shrugged her shoulders, looking back up at me with those deep forest hazel eyes of hers and lips spread out, forming that disarming smile that sent my heart racing. “Maybe you intimidate me a little.” Shyly she hung her head, shoving her hands into her back pockets. My eyes widened and my jaw went slack. “Seriously?” “Yeah, seriously. But just a little,” putting an emphasis on the word little.

“Wow, okay, Princess. Well, I’m sorry I intimidate you. I’ve never been told that before.” Sophie chuckled, tossing her head back and rolling her eyes. “Well, don’t let it go to your head, pretty boy. I said a little.” Taking a step closer to me, she kicked the front of my shoe with hers and gazed up at me with a mischievous look. “What's going through that pretty mind of yours, Princess?” Her eyes narrowed. “That’s twice in a row you’ve called me princess. Why?” I hummed, liking my lips as I thought about what hers would taste like. Reaching over, I grabbed her shirt and pulled her in a little closer to me until our bodies were touching and I could feel her heat against mine. I was instantly hard for her and felt ashamed at first, but when Sophie leaned her forehead against my chest, that shame went away. “Because that’s what you are to me. A princess,” I answered her, slipping my hands around her waist. She moved all the way into me, pressing her body fully against mine and wrapping her own arms around me, hugging me tightly and burying her face in my chest.

“No, I’m not, Noah. Not even close.” The sadness in her voice was painful. “Like I said, to me, you are.” She looked up and I met her eyes as they searched mine for the answer she was looking for. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” Tears shimmered in her eyes and for a moment I thought I could see the demon she was fighting with. I brought my hand to her cheek and caressed it, smiling at the sweet face before me. “That’s not possible, Sophie.” “How? You barely know me Noah!” I kissed her forehead. “I know enough,” reassuring her while pressing her head back into my chest gently. “And it’s enough for me to want to call you Princess, so deal with it.” She snapped her head up at me. “You sure are telling me to deal with a lot of stuff. What if I don’t want to?” And there was that sexy sass again. “Do you want to find out what will happen if you don’t,” I teased, raising my eyebrow and giving her my best serious face. She drew her bottom lip in between her teeth, making my dick twitch against the inside of my joggers. “Hmmm, it depends.” “Oh?” My eyes went wide again. I wasn’t expecting that answer. “On what?” She let go of me and took a step back. “If you can stop teasing me and actually do something. Or are you just a bunch of empty threats?” Holy fuck. That mouth of hers was going to get her into a lot of trouble. I scoffed, pushing myself off the car. Leaning over her, I spoke softly into her ear. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see won’t we, Princess?” “I guess so,” she agreed, turning her head until our lips almost collided. 

We entered the apartment complex, and I followed Sophie to the stairwell, learning that she preferred the stairs over the elevator which was fine by me. But before I could open the door for her, Sophie stopped, hesitating on her decision to go up. “What’s wrong?” Lowering her head, I sensed she was struggling with tears that were threatening to fall while trying to be brave. Even though she'd proven herself to be strong, there was a softness that seemed to follow her around, making me think that it must have taken a lot of violence from the man she trusted for her to become such a gentle person; a lot of hurt and pain.

"Hey, don't cry, come here," I urged her, taking her hand and bringing her into me. Sophie buried her face into my chest and breathed in deeply, trying her best to relax. I loved the way she felt against me; tightly wrapped up in my arms where I could claim her as mine even if just for a moment. The constricting space between us made every movement noticeable and I was positive she could feel my hardness pressed against her thigh, yet she didn't pull away. She stayed locked in my arms, body tight against me, and for the first time, the idea of me and her being together was planted in the middle of my mind, rooting itself there permanently. Sophie eventually let go, dried her eyes, and smiled. I didn’t ask, didn’t question, only took her hand as she led us up the stairwell towards her apartment.

Sophie:

This was a horrible fucking idea, and I couldn't believe I talked myself into doing this. The fear I was feeling was so strong that I had to stop halfway up the stairs, breathing heavily so that the panic attack and nausea wouldn't make me pass out. Thankfully, it was just a small attack, but horrible nonetheless. Noah stayed right by me and talked me through it, making me feel stronger and more capable of handling it than any other time in my life. He was kind and gentle, never making me feel less because of what was happening to me. I wasn’t used to that kind of tenderness and concern, and at first it was a little overwhelming. But the more I came to know Noah, the more I came to trust him and believe him. His actions were pure and true and even though every thought in my head was screaming at me to put my walls up and push him away, my heart just wouldn’t let me. My heart was tired of being locked up, afraid to feel love; to be loved. Once the attack passed, we sat on the stairs of the second floor stairwell, surrounded by nothing but silence. I gripped Noah’s hand, afraid that if I let go I would drown.

“Sophie,” he said, breaking the silence in the quietest way. I turned to look at him, my cheeks still wet with tears. “Shit.” Noah clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring, and eyes darting over me as if he was fighting back some invisible force. “What’s wrong?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He moved in closer and slipped his hand around my neck, his long fingers wrapping around the back of it. Noah seemed so rattled, probably because my stupid behavior and panic attack and a sinking feeling rose in the pit of my stomach thinking about how I probably made him feel uncomfortable or some shit like that. But from the way he was looking at me now, licking his lips and moving in closer little by little, I was starting to think I was wrong. “I’m sorry, I know this isn’t the right time or place, but if I don’t tell you now I know I probably never will.” “Tell me what, Noah?” He took a deep breath, and lowered his head for a moment. “Hey, tell me what, what is it?” taking his face between my hands and raising it so I could look at him.

God he was so unbelievably perfect. From the freckles that danced across the bridge of his perfectly straight, pointed nose and over his cheekbones, to the deep almond shape of his milk chocolate brown eyes and finally to his thin, pouty, perfectly shaped lips that I ached to touch and yearned to taste, I was completely taken by the man before me. Noah’s eyes drifted between mine and he grinned, causing me to quiver as my arousal tingled my center, making me clench my thighs together. “I want to fucking kiss you so bad right now. I can’t hold it in anymore. I’m sorry, I just, you just,” but I didn’t let him finish. I pulled him into me and our lips collided together, creating an explosive environment around us that was bound to lead us in the wrong direction. His hands wrapped around my neck and mine slid from his face to his shoulders, gripping his shirt tightly between my fists. I kissed Noah, tasting him as his tongue found mine and sweetly fought for dominance, which I willingly let him have. I couldn’t, even if I really wanted to, which I really didn’t, hold back the whimpered cry that slipped from my mouth. It seemed to have been the thing Noah wanted to hear because it only drove him to continue devouring my mouth as much as I was his.

Finally we parted, resting our foreheads together and taking a moment to catch our breaths and allow our heart beats to slow. “What the hell! Where did that come from?” Noah asked, thankfully with a small, quiet laugh. "I... er, I’m not too sure,” I confessed as my brows came together, proving I was just as confused as he was. “But I liked it,” whispering, afraid I might have been too bold. Noah surprised me by laying his lips on mine again, gentler this time, and kissed me slower, creating a deep sensual aching inside me that I’d never felt before. It was a feeling of pure wanting and longing for more of what he was giving. I’d never wanted more before. With Perry, it was always wishing it would go faster to be over quicker, because most of the time it was painful. Once and a while it was sensual, but not like this; not like how Noah was giving it. Unwillingly, I pulled myself away, before things went too far. “No offense, Noah,” I said, placing both hands on his chest and pushing him away a little, “but I would prefer our first make out session to not be in a dull, cold stairwell.” He laughed, letting that sweet smile of his spread across his face. “Highly noted, Princess. I’m sorry. I let things go too far.” Noah lowered his head. I gently laid my hand on his thigh, noticing the way he adjusted his joggers when I did. “No you didn’t. And I’m not sorry.” I laid my hand on his cheek and felt him lean into it while closing his eyes. I was quickly learning how sweet and soft Noah really was. How having such a soft heart in a cruel world was courageous of him and not weakness, although I knew most people probably didn't see it that way. Noah had built walls around himself too, and played a tough guy act sometimes but I was starting to see past all of that. And even though I was scared as hell to want him, here I was wanting him in a way I’d never wanted anyone before. 

“Are you ready to do this,” Noah asked after a few moments had passed. Forcing a smile which I knew he saw through, I nodded and took his hand, standing to my feet. “I guess so. I don’t really have another option do I?” I think I was asking myself this question more than I was asking him. “I mean you do. I could just whisk you away and carry you off into the setting sunset like a knight in shining armor, saving the day by helping you defeat the deadly dragon.” I laughed, appreciating Noah's effort to distract my mind and make me feel better. “Mmmm, I don’t think that’s how this works. I’m pretty sure we have to face the dragon first before saying you saved the day. Can’t really defeat something without facing it, right?” Noah thought for a second. “This is very true. How wise you are, my lady,” giving me a slight bow. “Okay, enough. You’re creeping me out!” I cried playfully, shoving him in the shoulder. Looking at him, how the short pieces of hair slipped over his eyes and the way he smiled, it did things to me, things I liked, and I never wanted to forget those things; in fact I wanted to feel more. 

I liked laughing with Noah, I liked the freeing feeling to be myself that he gave me, and the easiness that my soul felt being around him. After fleeing my apartment the night Perry hurt me, I told myself that I was no longer going to look for someone to dance this life with. I was hell bent and determined to fight this world alone for the rest of my life. But that was before I heard Noah’s soul singing to me; a song that mine couldn’t resist hearing no matter how hard I tried to block it out. And here I was, my hand locked tightly in his, letting him lead me up the remaining stairs to the place I’d barely escaped from. Why? Why was he doing this for me? What did Noah see in me that I couldn’t see in myself? What was the driving force that was pulling our hearts together? He smiled softly at me as he tugged on the third floor door and held it open for me to go through first. He retook my hand, gripping it firmly as we continued to walk down the hall toward my apartment. His eyes were fixed before him and never once looked at me, but I couldn’t pry mine away from him. I was mesmerized; fixed on the beautiful human before me and all the things about him that made him, him. I was suddenly jealous of anybody who got to see him and be around him everyday. I knew my time staying with him and the guys would soon come to an end. What then? How was I going to move on from these feelings? My eyes were suddenly moist with tears and I quickly dried them as we stopped in front of my apartment door. “This is it right? Three twelve?” I swallowed hard and cleared my throat. “Yeah, this is it.” I was forced back into reality, the fear of what laid behind the door gluing me to the floor below my feet.

CHAPTER 5 PT.3            

[behoright]

beside you, somehow (love countdown series) l a. svechnikov

but you've got stars in your eyes / and I've got something missing tonight

summary: part 7 ! our smitten besties travel to Chicago for the first stop of the roadie!

wordcount: 4.6k

song: what a feeling - one direction because I know so many of you are former 1D girlies

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff. soft andrei being in loooooove and confused. mentions of sex and just him being a horny mess.

a/n: I don’t love this chapter. ugh. in better news, I'm super excited for the next one..... tell me what you guys think always!

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Andrei’s eyes opened at the feeling of the light seeping through the window. He ran his fingers slowly on the bed, feeling the now empty spot next to him.

Did he dream last night? Did you leave? Did he scare you off? 

All of his worries were interrupted by the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. He thought if he walked out and he saw you cooking, he didn’t think he could have repressed his feelings for you anymore. After last night, he felt like he was floating. Completely in love with you. 

Rubbing his eyes, he noticed your suitcase, opened in the room. A bra left neatly folded on top of your clothes. It looked like the same one he caught a glimpse of the day before. 

Great. It was like the universe was playing tricks on him.

As much as he wanted to spring out of bed and go find you, he was once again, faced with a tent in his pants. He laid back on the mattress again, all of the memories flooding his head again. The game, the dinner, the tickling. And his dream. The dream of you bouncing up and down on his cock, with your head thrown back. He couldn’t shake the feeling of it. 

Well, all this was definitely not helping his situation. 

Sighing, he sat up and looked at the closed door, before swiftly tucking his hard cock under the elastic waistband of his sweats. This was going to have to do until he had a chance of hopping in the shower to have some alone time.

When he walked out, Andrei studied you for a few seconds before you realized his presence. Seeing you in his kitchen, making breakfast and dancing along to your own tune, made his heart flutter. He imagined for a second what it would be like to see this every day. To have the capacity of simply wrapping his arms around you every morning, being able to bend you over his kitchen island if he wanted to. To not wake up alone, but especially, to wake up next to you.

“Good morning” he walked up to you, hands in his pockets, hoping his arousal wasn’t showing through.

“Oh! You scared me!” you said, clutching your chest.

Andrei laughed as he got closer.  You looked so beautiful at that moment, with your bedhead and wearing a big shirt that barely covered your ass. 

Fuck it, he thought. 

He let his hand slip around your waist, the other one finding its way in your hair, placing your head on his chest. 

“You okay?” he asked quietly. 

“Mm-hmm.” you wrapped your hands around him and rubbed his back, relishing in his warmth. The tips of your nails running up and down his back make him melt more into you.

“Yeah? Did you sleep well?” 

Andrei discreetly inhaled your scent, positioning his nose at the top of your head. He felt so good that he almost planted a kiss there. 

And he really, really hoped you couldn’t feel how hard he was under the band of his sweatpants.

“Thank you for moving me to the bed.” you looked up at him, your bodies still in embrace. There was no way he was letting go of your head. Your eyes are bright, deeply locked with his.

“You remember?” 

Andrei was trying his hardest not to caress your soft hair. 

“A little bit. I remember asking you to stay.” your face flushed.

“You did ask me that, didn’t you?” Andrei raised his eyebrows at you, face just as red as yours.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or anything like that. I-”

“Hey. It’s okay. I don’t mind it.” he said. 

“You sure?”

“I love to spend time with you, Y/N.”

Andrei’s gaze locked on your lips. You were still fixated on him. He didn’t know if this was the right moment. He could have tried it but, perhaps ruining a friendship the day they were leaving for a trip wasn’t the right move. But then, the way you were staring at him, studying his face, with your bottom lip tucked tightly in your mouth. Your body felt so small in his hands, so soft and warm, and Andrei didn’t want to let go. He looked at you, intensely; maybe, just one kiss, to see ho-

“Oh god, it’s burning!” 

Just like that, your body was ripped away from him, right as the smell of burning food overwhelmed his senses. You laughed, moving the pan with some very well done french toast away from the flame. 

“Are you trying to set my house on fire?” Andrei joked around, doing his best at hiding how flustered he was after the moment you just had together.

“Sorry!” you covered your face. “You distracted me, you know?” 

“And how exactly did I do that?” he teased.

“Seriously?”

His arms wrapped around you once more, now brave enough to kiss your forehead. 

“Just a little longer before we have to get ready to go.” he said, turning his cheek onto the top of your head again, as your bodies were fully touching. “Just a bit longer.”

Best friends don’t do this. But after all, I don’t want her as a friend, he thought.

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“How long is our flight, Drei?”

More than half of the team was waiting in line at Chipotle. Ever since you got to the airport, Andrei made sure to keep a close eye on you to make sure you were comfortable. 

“About 2 hours. Chicago is not too far.” he answered with a smile. 

Andrei swore you were making the eyes at him a little bit extra since last night. That, or he was feeling much more confident with all of this. Either way, he’d take it. He had never felt so warm, and relaxed on a team roadie before.

You looked so soft and cozy in your white loungewear, opting for something more comfortable than the team, who always dressed to the nines for travel. Andrei dreamed about spending a Saturday off with you, lounging and cuddling on the couch. Maybe even fucking the whole day, the sun peering through his curtains to show off your naked curves under him.

Just the thought of it gave him an uncontrollable impulse to grab your face and make you his already. 

Yeah. Maybe a chain restaurant wasn’t the right place to do that for the first time either.

He just simply couldn’t stop staring at you, even when you were doing something so banal as ordering your food. 

He loved how kindly you treated everyone - he realized he had never appreciated how gentle you were with everyone you met, unlike his entitled “I’m dating an NHL player” exes. 

Before you could get your card too close to the chip reader, Andrei finished his order and swooped close to you. 

Another bold move, he thought, but maybe not really, considering you just slept together in the same bed not that long ago. 

He quickly got behind you, one hand delicately placed on the small of your back, while the other tapped his card on the reader. 

“Hey! What are you doing, crazy?”

Your faces were dangerously close as you looked at him, smirking.

“You’re on a team trip. I am not going to make you pay for anything, Y/N.”

“I know, I know, but it’s just some food, Drei! I have money, you know.” you raised your eyebrows at him, his face still peering over your shoulder, bodies close together.

“Do not worry, okay? See, it’s done already.” he said, eyes finally peeling off the reader and meeting yours.

As you whispered a thank you, the urge almost overtook Andrei, his gaze finding your lips easily. 

“C’mon, lovebirds, you’re holding up the line!”

“You either kiss quickly or we lose our flight.”

The young player kicked himself for forgetting the whole team was with them. 

God, his mind was so hazy around you sometimes. 

“Shut up!” he yelled, a bit too loudly. “I am.. so sorry. Here, I help you, let’s go.”. He rushed to grab the bag and lead you away from the guys before they could say anything else. 

The whole team erupted in quiet laughs and smirks, as they followed the couple walking away, and Andrei subtly flipped them off, face now a whole different shade.  

“I’m sorry, they are just-”

“Andrei. It’s okay. They’re just boys” you smiled at him, shrugging.

He knew she was right. They were just messing around, they didn’t know anything.

They only knew how he really felt about you. 

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“I am… capable of carrying things, you know that right?” you smirked at the flustered player, who was doing his best to balance his suitcase, and yours, his backpack, and the bags of food. 

“What? No, I know. It’s just… you are my guest. So I make you feel comfortable.” he replied, kindly. 

He hoped he wasn’t making a fool of himself. But you could see how hard he was trying for you. So when you got onto the tarmac, right before getting on the plane, you placed your hand on his strong shoulder.  

“Andrei, honey, let me grab the food, at least. Here.” you extended your arm out and looped your fingers under the handles of the bags, slightly pulling. 

…honey. 

Andrei couldn’t recall any time before you had called him a pet name. 

No, he knew. He would definitely remember that. 

He kept his gaze low, a feeble attempt at hiding his smile, as you guys stepped on the plane. 

He walked in first, making sure to widen his eyes at the guys that were already sitting around, chatting. 

He meant it - no funny business. He should have talked to them before. 

They all seemed to get the hint, nevertheless, trying their best to hide their smirks and winks, keeping their conversations going.

“Here okay?” 

“Wherever you usually sit.” you shrugged.

Andrei chucked and placed your bags in the overhead. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the way his biceps so easily moved the suitcase above his head, his back flexing, showing through the white button-up of his suit.

“Ready to eat?” he turned, flashing you a grin. 

The feeling of your eyes on him as he moved just added to the already growing confidence that kept rising within. Luckily, you didn’t notice he noticed.

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“So, you guys don’t feel silly traveling with full-on tuxes every week?” you asked, fork digging into your bowl. 

Martin, Seth, and Sebastian, who were sitting around you and Andrei, quickly looked up at their teammate.

“Woah, Andrei, you weren’t lying when you said she’s feisty.”

Andrei waited for that familiar look to appear on your face.

His smile immediately got bigger when you turned to him, mouth open, and shoved your shoulder against his. 

“Woah! What did you tell your friends?” you asked, eyes wide. 

Andrei couldn’t get any words out, opting to raise his hands instead, shoulders up to his ears. 

“I like it - you’re funny.” Neci chimed in, saving the day for the blushing Russian.

“They’re not tuxes!” Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“I mean, I’m serious! It’s not uncomfortable to travel in suits all the time?” you chuckled.

“Many times, these are the clothes that fit us the best.” Seth said. “We hockey players, we have weird bodies. Our thighs don’t fit into anything.”

“I like to get ready. We obviously know what your plans for this flight are, considering how comfortable you look.” Andrei added, mouth full of food.

“Oh, as soon as I’m done here I’m going to knock. out.” you laughed, only looking at him. 

The guys all side-eyed each other, doing their best to keep quiet. 

It was like they weren’t even there. 

“You want to know a secret? There’s always a pull-out bed on the plane. I can show you.”

Andrei said, looking up at you.

“Yeah, Andrei can show you where the bed is.”

All 5 heads snapped towards the aisle. Of course.

Andrei did his best not to punch his teammate’s arm, who was leaning on his seat. 

“I’m Jesperi. Nice to meet you.” the young guy extended his arm, past Andrei’s face, to introduce himself.

He didn’t know what this feeling was. Something Andrei hadn’t felt in a long time. 

A rumbling in his stomach, tightening in his chest. He noticed his knuckles turning white, the grip around his fork getting stronger. 

Something about KK holding his arm out in front of Andrei’s face, so close to him, crossing him, reaching out to you made his temples twitch.

Was he… jealous? 

He really needed to get it together. His friend was only introducing himself…right?

Andrei’s gaze snapped up to his teammate as you shook his hand, his jaw unwillingly clenched.

“I didn’t see you before we got on the plane, I don’t think.” you added.

Neci subtly kicked Andrei under the retrievable table they were all eating on, noticing the tension in his friend’s body.

“Oh, this psycho opted for a burger instead of Chipotle.” Martin chirped, raising his eyebrows at Andrei.

The scrunching of your face let Andrei’s body relax for a second.

“That should tell you everything you need to know about him, Y/N. He’s not okay in here.” Andrei grinned while tapping on your forehead. It got the most beautiful sound in the world out of you. There’s nothing he loved more than to hear you laugh.

“I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t eat Chipotle. It should always be a first-round pick.” you answered with a wink at Andrei, grabbing his finger and gently holding it while placing it under the table. 

All the guys looked at each other, while Jesperi struggled to get any chirps out.

Andrei smiled at his friends before turning back to his bowl, your hand still wrapped around his.

Win.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

Andrei looked at you, now facing the airplane window beside you. You were illuminated perfectly by the reflection of the vanishing sun. He thought about kissing you once again. Most of the guys were sitting with their friends, quietly chatting, or sleeping. It would have not taken much of him to turn you around, lock eyes with you, and touch your lips with his. 

He wanted to let himself go in your presence, in your body. The lust he felt was simply that. A desire to be swept away in you, inside you, within your aura, your body. 

The feeling of your head gently bumping his shoulder snapped him out of his daydreams. He took a peek at you, soundly asleep on his arm. He dared to linger his fingers on your other hand, which you moved to his thigh. Andrei looked forward, taking a deep breath for the millionth time in the past week. Seeing your delicate touch so close to him, close to the center of his want for you, drove him mad. At the same time, it felt so… comforting. It made him feel present, accounted for, and appreciated. Your hand was letting him know I see you, I feel you, and I remember and crave your touch even as I sleep. 

He adjusted your head, wrapping his arm around you and placing you in his embrace, before letting sleep and bliss take him into slumber.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

The team got to the hotel as the stars were just starting to appear in the sky. Andrei didn’t let go of your suitcase once, not after you got off the plane, nor when you got to the hotel, no matter how much you insisted. He walked steadily beside you, guiding you through the usual steps of his routine. Plane, bus, hotel, room.

Room. Room. To his shock, as you walked into your room, there was only one bed. 

“Uh..”

“Maybe the other one is the couch?” you asked, raising your hands. 

“No, no. There’s definitely a mistake. Let me call the front desk.” As he picked up the phone, he noticed his fingers were clammy. Life really felt like it was playing tricks on him. 

“It’s okay if they can’t change it, Drei. I mean, we’ll figure it out.” you said, as he waited for the hotel manager. Andrei smirked. Did you want to sleep together? he thought.

“Calm down, calm down. I’m just saying, you know, if, if, there’s no rooms or something.” you said, noticing his grin. You looked down at your lap, totally embarrassed by your suggestion. Andrei loved to see you flustered, in those rare moments he could rattle you.

“The manager said they’ll change our room before tonight. Want some food?” he asked, extending his arm out at you.

“Let’s go” you grinned.

Andrei’s chest puffed as he walked you downstairs, hand in hand with you. 

He totally had this in the bag.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

“Have a drink with me.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. 

“Don’t we have stuff to do tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but I’m not playing. It’ll just be team stuff, you know.” Andrei smirked.

“Just one?”

“Just one.” he shrugged.

While waiting for the room to be changed, Andrei offered to invite you to dinner at the restaurant in the hotel. This was the best opportunity for him to have you all to himself, at least for a little while, before you guys started all of the team activities in the following days. 

“Andrei, I barely drink! I wouldn’t even know what to order.” you sighed, looking down at the menu.

“I can pick for you. Just trust me, okay?” he said, accent as thick as ever.

Andrei could have used some alcohol anyways. The thought of possibly spending another night in the same bed as you drove him crazy. He swore his hands were shaking as the waiter handed them their drinks.

“Thank you. Okay, now you try it and then tell me.” he said, taking a sip.

“This tastes too good, Andrei. This is, like, dangerous” you spluttered out, blushing.

“Oh, you’re such lightweight. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” he laughed.

“Promise?” you asked, looking up at him, straw still in your mouth. 

He stuck his pinky out at you, which you carefully wrapped around his. 

You’d never had this much physical contact as friends as you did in the past couple of days. Sure, you hugged and had countless playfights. He thought he could never get enough of this - every time he felt your touch on his skin, Andrei craved more and more. He didn’t want your hand on his shoulder, he wanted it underneath his shirt. He wanted to wrap his body all around yours, let your presence completely physically overtake his senses. 

“Promise. I got you, always.” he said, reaching his thumb around to squeeze your hand from across the table. The expression quickly softened on your face, making his heart skip a beat. 

“Ready to order?”

The waiter seemed to appear out of nowhere, interrupting Andrei’s plan to perhaps run his fingers down your arm, craving the bliss of your skin under his.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

“…what?” you asked him, mouth full of food. He knew he was practically staring at you, as he had the whole trip so far, but he couldn’t help it. Your response elicited a chuckle along with the small blush that spread over his cheeks. 

“There’s food all over your face.” he said with a smile. 

And that’s when time seemed to still. 

Andrei’s arms easily found their way over the table; one of his hands wrapping around the base of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair. He brought your face up and forward, almost forcing you to look at him. Your heart dropped, the feeling of his fingers already causing heat to pool between your legs. His other hand, armed with a napkin, proceeded to wipe your face, eyes focused on your lips as he cleaned you up.

 “There you go. That’s better.” he said. As if that wasn’t enough, his strong hand still firmly gripping the back of your head, Andrei held your chin and swiped his thumb on the corner of your mouth, tracing it over your bottom lip. “There was some, um, something left there.” he quietly said, looking down, as he fully removed his touch from you, scrambling to grab his fork and shove food in his mouth. However, he felt your gaze on him still. 

“You’re okay?” he asked, still facing his plate. 

“Yes, uh, I’m okay. Thank you, Drei.” 

“Yeah, uh, no problem.” he chuckled. His stomach churned at the feeling that he was acting like such an idiot. Maybe he was taking it too far, too fast.

“So, what made you invite me on this trip?” you asked.

“Of course I invite you! You’re my closest friend, Y/N.” 

“I am?” 

“Yes. I tell you everything.”

Well, not everything, he thought to himself. Not how much he wanted you to be his, only his. 

“It means a lot that you want me here, Svech. Thank you. So much.” 

Andrei’s eyes fixated on you again. He prayed that you couldn’t hear his heart beating out of his chest. 

“I’m not going to lie, I am feeling a little nervous.” he sighed. 

“Nervous? I thought you didn’t get nervous.” you smirked. 

“I…I want you to have fun. Sometimes I think my life is too different from yours. I think that’s why I haven’t shown you too much. I am going all the time, traveling, playing, and out with the team. I hope you like it, really.” Andrei admitted.

“Oh, Andrei…. we see each other all the time! And we can talk about anything, right? I am really curious to see how it is. I’m super excited, Drei.” you reassured him. 

He looked at you, his arms taking up most of the surface in front of him, making his shoulders somehow look even bulkier. 

“You tell me if you want to go home, okay?” 

“Home?” you asked, taken aback. “Oh, no. You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Svech. I’m freeloading off of you as much as possible this week.” you laughed, and he flicked some water from his straw at you. 

He was happy you could cut the tension between them so easily. He thought he had never felt so comforted before. 

“For someone who doesn’t drink you finished your drink pretty quick.” he raised his eyebrows at you. 

“It was a good drink.” you shrugged, flipping your long hair behind your shoulders. The action made Andrei’s breath change pace, rapidly. 

“You…want another one?” he asked. 

Your face dropped, shaking your head.

“C’mon, I have one with you. Just one more?” he offered. “You don’t have to, just asking.” 

“One more, troublemaker. And then we’re done.”

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

“Should I go check if our room is ready? It should be by now.” he smirked at you, handing the check back to the waiter. 

Two drinks definitely had changed your inhibitions. Andrei could see the flush on your face under your tinted sunscreen, your hair looking more disheveled and overall, a cute giggling he didn’t usually get to see.

“I didn’t know two drinks were going to get you tipsy. Dude, you need to come out with me more.” he said, poking your nose.

“I’m not tipsy! Just really, really sleepy.” you said, looking up at him.

“Let’s go to sleep then. C’mon.”

Andrei stood up, offering you his arm again.

You headed over to the front desk, limbs interlocked together.

“Okay, Mr. Svechnikov, here’s the key to the new room. Have a great night.”

Andrei tried his best to focus on the hotel manager in front of him, even if all he really thought about was your head leaning on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his bicep.

God, how cute.

In the elevator ride up, he realized how much he liked to see you so close to him. You looked like a couple. Like a real couple. The reflection in the mirror showing him what it would really look like if you became his.

He really, really could get used to this.

Head totally in the clouds, he didn’t notice Martinook and Staal walking towards him, at the opposite end of the hallway when they reached their floor.

Andrei nodded at them, hoping they’d get the hint to just keep walking.

They mostly did, except for Jordan, who gently stopped him, whispering in his ear.

“I heard about the room and talked to the lady for you. You’re so welcome.” he winked, and just like that, kept going, not daring to look back at his younger teammate.

What?

Oh.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Andrei scrambled to open the hotel door, your body still wrapped around his arm, clueless.

There it was.

One bed. 

A bigger bed, for sure, but just one, singular mattress.

“Shit.” he whispered, running a hand through his hair.

The hotel workers even managed to set their suitcases in the closet already.

“Oh, Svechy, who cares. Let’s just go to sleep.” you said, softly, walking backward before falling onto the comforter.

Andrei was dumbstruck. Frozen. Staring at you, splayed out on his bed.

One random night was very different than a whole week.

“Is that okay with you?” you sat up on your elbows, extending one arm towards him.

“Uh, yes. It’s okay. Yeah, it’s fine.” he walked slowly towards you, melting as he grabbed your hand.

Good, you whispered, looking up at him, rubbing your thumb against his hand. 

Your head fell back onto the bed, hard. 

“Andrei, it’s so soft! I didn’t know you guys traveled this comfortably” you giggled.

“You’re just drunk, Y/N” he shook his head.

“Am. Not!” you said, throwing a pillow at his head.

“Woah, woah. This might not be the best move for you right now.” Andrei laughed, poking at your ribs.

“You just say that because you know I’m already getting stronger than you.”

“Ha!” he realized he was at a loss for words, seeing you laying down all flushed in front of him. 

“Whatever you say, drunky.” 

As he walked towards the bathroom, Andrei took a deep breath. Just the night before, he had cum in his pants from just a dream. He really couldn’t mess this up, let you see him like that - it would have ruined everything. 

A plan, a plan. 

He didn’t have one. 

Cold showers, he guessed. A lot of blankets. And bathroom breaks.

He huffed, before opening the door. All the tension left him as he saw you curled up in the middle of the bed, sound asleep.

He wanted to wrap his arms around you, and kiss you all over until his eyes felt heavy.

Instead, he swooped your body in his arms and tucked you under the blankets. Again. And that cozy feeling spread all throughout his chest again.

“You’re such a good friend, Svech.”

A friend. Oof. Her sentence felt like a punch in the gut. Andrei leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

Before he could head back into the bathroom, your arms leaned out to grab him.

“Another one.” you mumbled.

Andrei proceeded to plant another kiss by your hairline, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

His heart beating overtime. 

Were these mixed signals? Was he just confused? 

Maybe you were just tipsy, and that’s why you were so touchy. Even though… he thought you had been like that for the past two days, completely sober. 

Wait it out. See what happens.

That’s what his brother would tell him. So he caressed your hair, and moved to get ready for bed. He’d wait it out, he thought, your arms wrapping around him as he got into bed. 

What he didn’t know was that this was going to go a lot better than he could have ever imagined.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 12th [Mina + Choking]

[10:21] Mina pulled back from the kiss, lips swollen and pupils blown wide. She sat between your legs as you rested back against the headboard, gazing at you with desire and at the same time, a little bit of nervousness. You had floated the idea of trying something a little different with her and while she initially seemed intrigued you could see she was a little unsure of it now.

“We don’t have to, baby,” you hummed, gazing at her with all of your love.

“H-Huh?” A pink colour rose in her cheeks as she shifted a little.

“I know it could be a little intense. We don’t have to do it.”

Mina met your eye properly. “I just don’t want to hurt you.” She said quietly.

“I know you won’t,” you said. “And you know I would tell you if it was too much but we can just do-”

“I want to.” She cut in quickly.

“You sure?” You checked.

Mina gave you a shy smile and nodded before leaning in to kiss you again. You tightened your grip around her neck, pulling her a little closer and feeling the thrill run down your spine as her hands slid down your sides. Her fingertips found the waist of your sweats, teasing the skin a little before one hand dipped inside.

As her fingers drew over your clothed core you let out a sigh, opening your mouth a little more. Her tongue slipped past your lips as she started to rub slow circles against your clit. Small sparks of pleasure started through your body, drawing moans from your lips as you pressed your legs open a little wider.

Mina teased you like that, slowly building your pleasure and kissing you deeply. You could feel the smile on her lips and the way she pulled back just a little so your moans wouldn’t be too muffled by her own lips. She liked it when you started to squirm as she kissed the corner of your lips and moved her fingers just a little faster.

“You’re getting pretty wet, love,” she hummed.

“How can I help it when you make me feel so good?” You replied, noting how breathy your voice was already. “You make me want more.”

“More like this?” She grinned against your lips, almost kissing you as her fingers slipped into your panties. A moan tumbled from your lips as her fingers drew through your folds and over your clit before sinking one finger slowly into your needy heat.

“Fuck,” you groaned against her lips.

“You turn into such a mess just anticipating my fingers,” she giggled with a sugary sweetness.

“Only your fingers,” you moaned. “The best fingers.”

“The best?” She mused. “The best inside your pretty pussy.” She brought her free hand to your mouth, teasing you and not letting you suck them inside. “The best to suck on.” Her hand slipped down and she wrapped her delicate fingers around your throat. You let your eyes fall shut and head fall back as she squeezed the sides of your throat gently. “The best around your pretty throat.”

“Yes,” you moaned. “So good.”

Mina slowed her movements a little before pressing a second finger into your heat. She curled it into just the right spot, just the right speed. Her hand around your throat was making your head spin. Pleasure coursed through you from each curl of her perfect fingers and heat pooled in your stomach. You felt the way your thighs trembled from the sensations.

“Look at me, love,” her voice was so sweet and smooth like molten chocolate. Your eyelids fluttered but you were too absorbed in your own pleasure to fully open them.

“Love, won’t you look at me?” Even though her words were sweet the way she curled her fingers roughly and tightened her grip a little more was decidedly not. You managed to open your eyes, letting out a moan and hips bucking up at the sensation.

“So good,” you moaned.

“It’s good, love?” she asked with a tone that told you she knew the answer.

“S-So fucking good,” you voice tripped over itself and your nails dug into her back.

“Good,” She brought her lips to brush against yours. “Because I could get used to this.”

[gummarts]

Smells Like Roses

One shot | 797 words | Samarie x Marina (kinda)

I just love my girlfailure Samarie. Heres the link if you would prefer to read/support me on AO3 :3

Theres also a drawing related to this fic on my twt (gummrts)!

Samarie writes a Diary entry the night before she follows her "girlfriend" to Prehevil, and gets worked up when she smells Marina's scent on some souvenirs she was "given."

Dear Diary,

My girlfriend Marina is such a pretty lady. Today she looked at me for three whole seconds and I nearly fell over from how worked up I got! My lord, I'm so in love that it hurts to even breathe air if she's not in the same room as me! I can't believe she's finally comfortable showing us off as a couple in public!

Marina graciously gave me a lock of her hair to remember her by when she's away! She's off to visit Prehevil by train now that the great war’s finally ending. Little does she know I'm planning on tagging along! I can't wait to see that perfect mouth of hers smiling over the surprise I'm planning for when I'm over there! Maybe I'll even get closer to kissing her this time..!

For now, I'll sleep with the clothes she left behind tonight… My brain’s screaming at me to not do it, but it's so comfortable and still fresh with her scent.. I'll try not to ruin them too much this time!

Until I write again,

Samarie

With one last carefully written cursive letter, Samarie was finished with her diary entry for the night. She placed her pen down quietly on the desk and shifted her attention toward the clothing folded and laid neatly on her bed.

Unlike the other girls studying with her and Marina, she had a room to herself. Something about “unnatural behavior” that made every roommate leave sooner than later…

But Samarie embraced the quiet with open arms. She could practice the things she could say to Marina or sing Marina's favorite songs without the ignorant ridicule of others. Until she could work up the courage to ask Marina to move in with her, she was content with this arrangement.

She would stand to walk over to the clothes, running her pale thin fingers over the intricate stitching and silky fabric.

“Just like her skin..” The thought floated into her head. Already, her heart was pounding in her chest, deafeningly loud in her ears. It was like Marina was there, standing before her in the outfit she currently touched. She couldn't hold restraint any longer.

The pristine dress transformed into a crumpled mess in her hands as her face shoved deep into the folds. She inhaled as deep as she possibly could and then shakily let all her breath out. It was purely Marina’s signature scent, roses, filling her lungs like a warm hug from the inside out.

It sent her into a frenzy. She undressed as if she was doused with gasoline and set ablaze, practically tearing off her black dress and the white blouse underneath that she wore daily. Within seconds, the silky spring dress covered her lithe naked body. The fabric brushes against her sensitive chest, making her squirm a bit. Instantly, she saw just how aroused she was getting.

You see, like her beloved girlfriend, Samarie had a secret.

Her erection made a tent in the fabric, something that she would grimace at when her gaze lowered. It was disgusting seeing her body like this, but it helped to think that Marina had experienced the same pain as her. She could only imagine what their first time would be like. How Marina's soft hands would lovingly explore her subtle curves, or how her lips would slowly make their way lower via kisses to her stomach and hips. Marina would comfort Samarie over their shared affliction– she just knew it.

She was breathing laboriously by now. One hand stayed firmly wrapped around the girth of her cock, and the other balled up fabric and brought it to her nose. Only then would she begin, moving her soft hands up and down the length. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled her girlfriend's scent.

“Marinaaa–” She whimpered. Her brain flashed images of the times she watched from afar– times when Marina would put on a show for just her. When Marina's hips would buck into her hands. When she squirmed and whined out as her fingers curled deep inside, when she called for Samarie by name. When- When- When-!

Samarie’s hips pushed into her hand as she finished. Each thick string of cum was physical proof of her love and dedication to Marina. She would stroke a few more times, imagining that Marina was there to take it all.

She could hardly breathe, eyes wide as she looked down at the mess she'd created. She turned around and plopped down on her mattress. A sigh escapes her lips as her eyes fixate on the large stain her act of love created. She could not return the dress as planned– not tonight, anyway. She looks at her palm. Her affinity with Sylvian surely grew.

“...I’m so fucked up.”

[msfantasy-anime]

Dominatrix vs Bully

Shoya Ishida x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Based on koe no katachi, can you write a oneshot featuring Ishida Shoya with duct tape mummification please? In the fic, he visits a love hotel for a bondage session. So after the hotel workers strip him to his underwear, they mummify his body in duct tape while applying a vibrator to his dick. Then they leave him to enjoy himself while gagged and wrapped up. what do you think?

Warnings: Minors DNI, Smut, domination, mummification, over stimulation, dumbification, BDSM, Taboo, mentions of bullying

A/n: I took so creative liberties by adding reader and adding a little plot to smut lol

“-and I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for everything I did, and I’m sorry that my actions… led you down this path.”

Shoya sat uncomfortably across from Y/n L/n, her piercing gaze forcing Shoya to look off to the side, feeling like he was under the gaze of a lioness.

What happened to you? You use to be some geeky kid in his school, obsessed with weird things like anime, manga and pop stars. Your uniform use to coat your body in awkward bunches around your growing form. If he was honest with himself, you weren’t much of a looker.

But everything is so different now.

Now you sit across from Shoya, half-lidded lashes fluttering seductively. Your dominatrix uniform clinging to your feminine form. Your perfume wafting in tantalising clouds to his nose. Your juicy lips sits in an effortless pucker. You absolutely exuded confidence and rightfully so. You have really grown into your looks.

“Do you look down at me Ishida? Do you look at me and feel shame?” You ask, moving to crawl on your hands and knees, slowly making way towards him.

“N-no! I don’t look down at you at all! I just- I’m ashamed my actions pushed you into doing this for a living.” An insane laughter booms through the room.

“No shit your actions pushed me head first into this industry. But make no mistake Shoya, I love what I do.” You crawl up to settle in his lap, wrapping arms around his broad shoulders. “And I’m very good at it.” Your hot breath fills his ears. Embarrassment overcomes Shoya as a sense of lust fills him. “I know for a fact that you didn’t just book me to apologise- I saw the dungeon masters books, you’ve been bouncing from one play space to another. I bet you didn’t even recognise me did you?”

A red blush floods Shoya’s cheeks, your absolutely right. Shoya was sorry for how he treated you, but he did actually book a BDSM session, and it was just a surprise to see you sitting in the love hotel waiting for him.

“Um- it’s not like that-“

“What was it like then?” Shoya was scrambling to find the words that wouldn’t paint him as a creep. But it’s just so hard to focus with your floating figure hovering above him. “I see our reunion as fate, I have long forgiven your misdeeds. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be living life as freely as I am. But if you want to make it up to me, let me dominate you anyway I see fit. Do you consent?”

He sallows the lump forming in his throat. This emotional roller coaster was all just a little too overwhelming. “U-uh o-okay.” His cheeks turn hot as the tip of his ears turn a deep red. Entirely embarrassed agreeing to have you see him in such a vulnerable position.

“Good boy!” You bellow removing your self to his lap. You direct him to a lone chair placed in the middle of the room. You assist Shoya in undressing his clothed form before shoving him into the chair and tightly wrapping his body evenly with thick cloth; leaving only his eyes, mouth, crotch and feet exposed. “Since im gagging you there is no safe word. Make sure to look at me and blink three times if you want to stop - got it?”

Shoya’s cheeks are flushed red. His shaft rock hard as the girl he bullied talks and looks down at him so harshly. He just adores the enthralled glint in your eyes. “Yes mistress.” A small smirk crosses your lips at how easy Shoya folds in your demands. Shoving the ball gag into his mouth and securing the clasp around his head. You reach for the final toy to make this scene unbearably delectable.

The vibrating cocksleeve.

You sheathe the piece onto Shoya, watching him twitch under the pleasant stimulation. “Oh my little Sho- this is going to be so fun!” You coo, staring him into his eyes as you turn on the sleeve, enjoying to image of his eyes rolling back with a muffled groan. The room fills with silence, the buzzing of the vibration filling the room. Your cheeks turning hot enjoying the view before you.

Retreating to your bag you pull out a high quality camera and tripod and begin to film. Shoya pays no mind, too focused at the vibrations shooting down his cock, his balls pulling taut at the residual buzz flooding through his nerve filled appendage.

His toes begin to curl into the fibre of the carpet under the sensation of the toy. He floats his gaze at your lustful predator eyes and he can’t help but moan at the taboo sight of your gaze.

A hot fire rapidly burns in his churning abdomen. “Mmmmmm-“ He sounds off in strangled squeaks as he comes undone. His hot seed shooting through the toy. His head lulls back as his body presses harshly against his confines. He goes to reach for the toy to be removed on for his arms to snag under its wrapped hold. He looks to you in slight panic as the stimulation continues to milk his continuous orgasm. All he can see is your smug form smirking at the pathetic sight before you. Not uttering a single word. Not rushing to pull off the cruel toy coaxing cum out of him. After all he didn’t blink…

“Hmphhhhh fmmmm” Which one can only imagine his moaning a ‘hm fuck’. His second orgasm is fast approaching. He’s wrenching in his chair, keen for bliss to fill his body, his body wants to roll his easing hips into the sensation but his nerves shot from the brutal buzzing and the wrap is preventing the slightest of movements. Instead Shoya continues to squirm ever so slightly as the vibrations rip cum from his sack.

The unrelenting vibrations cause veins to shoot through Shoya’s neck. He looks to you and blinks twice. You quickly move to sit on Shoya’s lap. “Three blinks and I’ll remove the device. Blink once if you think you have one more in you, I’ll remove the toy right after.” He blinks once. A smile creeps along your face. “Good boy!”

He throws his head back enjoying the praise and the feeling of your weight pressing into his thighs. Whatever slight movements he can muster, he thrust the smallest of movments upwards. Imagining its you he’s sheathed his fat cock into. He imagines it’s your pussy demanding retribution and ripping his orgasms out of his body.

His eyes lull back, his head swimming in the mind numbing pleasure, his eyes filling with stars as searing heat builds up in his lower stomach. His balls pinching almost painfully in search of the last remaking drop of cum left in him. His chest strangles against his confines as his third and final orgasm spills from him leaving behind the worlds creamiest mess. His guttural muffled moan being swallowed back down his throat.

The buzzing sensation coming to an end as you ease the toy off him. “My - my - sho - that was quite the show!” You giggle at your own joke and remove yourself from his lap, retreating back to your camera to switch off and pack into your bag.

You continue to pack your things as an over stimulated Shoya continues to sit in a sweaty sticky mess.

“You have 20 minutes to cut yourself out before a hotel employee finds you in such a sticky situation.” You cut the restraints bounding Shoya’s arms together and shove the knife into Shoya’s hands to free himself. “Til next time darling!”

[sukirichi]

sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations. 

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner. 

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous. 

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous. 

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.  

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder. 

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart. 

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact. 

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. 

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes. 

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised. 

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now? 

Silly girl, you chastised yourself. 

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story. 

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses. 

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds. 

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him,  eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin. 

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead. 

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage. 

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses. 

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded. 

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down. 

You were fuming. 

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from. 

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff. 

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop. 

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!” 

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward. 

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination. 

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it. 

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then. 

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life. 

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel. 

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you. 

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him. 

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away. 

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?” 

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

[1-800-adoreyou]

All This Late Night Dancing

Pairing - Harry x fem!reader

Type - fluffy. Super damn fluffy.  

Warnings - sexual refrences, mental illnesses references

Words - 620

It had been over six years since One Direction had broken up. You could easily tell Harry was much happier, his slight gain in healthy weight was an immense sign. He was happy with himself now, and it showed in his eyes. Harry didn’t cuss himself out when he couldn’t hit the deadline anymore, and that made Y/n’s heart flutter. 

She was ecstatic about his healing, mentally and physically. He took sick breaks and stayed in bed for longer each day. It was like paradise. Better than, actually. He didn’t wake up with rings around his eyes, complaining about his complexion. He didn’t work late on Friday’s. 

Y/n was able to go to sleep knowing her loving husband was going to wake up with her, sprinkling chaste kisses all over her face. It created such a domestic feeling in their household. Warm and welcoming. 

Just last week, they were making breakfast to oldie songs and dancing throughout the big halls. But, this evening, the couple were putting away dishes and left overs. 

“All I’m saying is,” Harry spoke to his wife, holding the cabinet open as he looked over at her, “ever since we watched that Elvis movie all you’ve done is listen to him. I’m not upset, I love the King of Rock and Roll- I’m just making an observation.” 

Y/n snapped her head up at Harry from her position on the floor, putting the leftover filled tupperware in the fridge. “Just like how you can’t stop drooling over the dude who played him,” she rebuttaled. She smiled at how his eyes widened, a deer in headlights look adorning his features. “Just an observation!” 

“Not true!” He shut the cabinet and snatched a few cups on the dish strainer. “I believe it was you with the ruined pants by the end of that movie.” He said teasingly, a pointing look staring daggers at the back of her head. 

“Bro, you was covering your lap like a teenage boy! My pants were ruined because you dropped your water on me!” She spoke, whipping her head to hold his stare.

Harry stared at her for another second, his mouth squishing up to look like bread. He turned his head, trying to scold the red that painted his face. “I ain’t your bro.” he said coyly. “I’m your husband.” 

Y/n let out a laugh, standing up from the floor and walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his shirt clad back. She smiled softly into his shirt, leaving a kiss to his back. The soft sound of ‘In the Ghetto’ by Presly flooding through the kitchen, Harry’s speaker making itself known once more. 

She swayed them to the music, moving her hands to message his hips. “C’mon, you big baby. Dance with me.” She stood still a moment, letting him spin in her hold.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, moving the stray strands of hair away from her eyes. This moment was everything to him, the feeling of his love wrapped around him and the sound of his favorite musician floating around them. 

He stood taller than her, having to crane his neck slightly to match her beautiful eyes. He grabbed her hand as the song changed to ‘Green, Green Grass of Home’, moving them to the light of the fridge. 

He spun her around, watching as she made a tornado of hair and comfy clothes. He smiled at the sight, feeling his heart growing ten fold. This is what perfect felt like, he thought. Just being with her was perfect. His wonderful wife. His. 

He brought her back to him, Y/n’s head resting on his toned chest. His heartbeat was steady, the way it sounded in the morning when he woke up from a deep sleep. Contentment. “I’m crazy about you, Darlin’” He whispered, kissing her temple. 

“And I you, Harry. And I you.”