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slutforsturns · 4 months

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𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 - 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖔

warnings: giving head, unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk, pet names (ma, baby, etc), whimper audio mentions, very light (literally like one sentence) masturbation, aftercare !!!

a/n: my first story on here 🤭 pls send requests I promise I'll do them! also tell me if u like the story!

MDNI !!!!

word count: 2.4k

mini playlist: dangerous woman by ariana grande, often by the weekend, shut up and listen by nicholas bonnin, bathroom by montell fish >3333

enjoy!

You were at a party with your friends, a girl hangout.

You were all drunk and had decided to play truth or dare.

Unfortunately, it was your turn.

“Truth or dare,” One of your friends asked you.

If you were your usual sober self, you would have said truth.

But right now, you were dangerously drunk.

“Dare” You say, giggling as you wait for your friends to tell you what you have to do.

Your friend looks at the group, whispering something before she turns to you.

“Your dare is to text the third man in your contacts and ask him for a whimper audio.” She says, laughing as she watches your eyes widen slightly.

But instead of being a baby and not doing it, you open your phone and go to your contacts.

You gasp when you see who it is. Matt Sturniolo, your enemy.

You had texted him a few days ago about something, probably to get on his nerves, but now, you were going to have to text him and request a whimper audio.

Oh God.

Your friends watched eagerly as you typed out ‘send me a whimper audio’. You knew your friends were waiting on you to send it so you decided against clarifying it was for a dare, for right now, at least.

Your fingers shook as you hit send, immediately regretting your decision, even in your drunken state.

Your friends squealed as it sent and almost immediately, you saw that he read it.

You hit yourself in the head but just sigh and turn your phone off, continuing the game.

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You arrived home an hour later, by Uber, and crashed into your apartment, making a beeline for your couch.

Your head was pounding and you collapsed on the couch, breathing deeply. Your head felt like it was spinning on a merry-go-round and you could see fucking sounds and hear colors.

You were close to passing out when a ding went off. You fumbled for your phone that was still in your pocket and opened it. It was a message from Matt.

No, not a message. A voice note. It was just over two minutes long. You groan and think about the whimper audio dare. You were sure it was just two minutes of Matt asking what the hell was wrong with you and why the hell you would ask that.

Even though you know it’s a bad idea, you still click on it.

Immediately, you hear a soft moan. And then another one, and another one.

And you think, just for a moment, in the background you can hear something else.

Is that his-? You ask yourself. You shake your head and continue to listen.

A loud moan erupts from your phone and heat shoots right to your core. You debate throwing your phone but instead take a deep breath.

At about a minute in, you hear his voice.

“F-fuck, Y/N, I’m about to cum thinking about you.” You hear Matt say softly. His voice sounds far off as his heavy breathing comes through your speakers.

“This is what you do to me, Y/N.” You hear him whisper again. “I’m so fucking glad you asked for this, was wondering when you’d get my hints.” He laughed slightly, a groan following right after.

You could hear his breathing speed up as his movements sounded faster through the phone.

And you couldn’t help the way his words made you feel. Horny. Very fucking horny.

You couldn’t control yourself as you started the voice note over and your hand sneakily made its way under your sweats and into your panties.

You began to circle your clit and let out a moan that was almost in sync with Matt’s. “Oh fuck, “ You whimpered quickly before removing your hand from yourself.

You quickly paused the audio and texted Matt.

‘Please come over, I need you so bad.’

You hit send and waited eagerly for a response. You got one nearly immediately.

‘Omw ma’

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Ten minutes later, you hear a knock on your door.

All you’ve been doing is listening to the audio. Over and over and over.

And trying not to touch yourself has been torture. But you knew it would be worth it when you heard those sounds in real life.

You rush to the door and fling it open, mouth dropping when you see Matt.

Black tank top, gray sweats hanging so low you could see the top of his Calvin Klein underwear, silver chain on his neck. You could almost drop to your knees right then and there.

He smirked at you before sliding past you. You shut the door quickly and spun around to face him.

“Send a whimper audio, hm?” He asked, slowly moving towards you. “What in the world made you ask me that? Because I know it wasn’t of your own doing, baby.” He pointed out, getting nearer.

You began to back away from him until your back hit the front door. “It was a dare.” You respond, gulping.

He smiled down at you as he stood above you. “Was it now?”

You nod quickly and avert your eyes from his face but he puts his fingers under your chin and turns your face back to his.

“Well, you got your whimper audio. So what do I get?” He asked you, quietly, dipping down to your ear. “Hm?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” You admit. Matt just chuckles and starts peppering soft kisses along your jaw.

“But Ma, I think you do. It’s not fair that I give you something and I get nothing in return. That’s not right, now is it?” He asks, licking a stripe up your neck.

You shake your head dumbly, relishing in the feeling of Matt’s mouth on your neck. “Mhm no that’s not f-fair.” You say, slurring your words.

“Yeah, so what do you think we should do about that, hm?”

You just so happened to glance down between the two of you. You could see Matt’s hardened bulge in his sweats and dropped down to your knees.

You gazed up at him and began to slowly draw his sweats down. You said nothing, just gazed at him through your long eyelashes. You could see his cock in his underwear, straining against the fabric, begging to be let free.

“May I?” You asked him, your voice dripping with honey. He simply nodded quickly and you wasted no time pulling his underwear down and running your small hand along his length,

Matt watched intently as you carefully licked a stripe up the underside of his length, your tongue running along a vein that had him throwing his head back, holding back a groan.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, tasting his salty-sweet precum on your tongue. Matt let out a low groan, and feverishly watched as you took him in your mouth, inch by painstaking inch.

“Fuck princess, please hurry up.” He almost begged, head falling forward. You smiled around his cock but took him until his tip touched the back of your throat.

“Mhm yeah that’s it” He groaned, various curses spilling out of his mouth as you ran your tongue along the underside of his length. But Matt was still impatient, growing frustrated at your slow pace.

He didn’t want to but his pleasure was so blinding that he could hardly think about the repercussions right now. He took your head and moved it back and forth on his dick.

You let out a squeal around his dick but quickened your pace. Tears pricked at the edge of your vision and you gagged around Matt but it didn’t stop his hand from continuing to force his dick farther and farther down your throat.

“Fuck baby, you’re absolutely loving my dick in your mouth, hm?” He forced out through gritted teeth.

His words shot straight to your core and you could feel the wetness down there. You wanted to hurry up so he could go ahead and just fuck you.

You began to play with his balls in your hand, earning a moan to erupt from Matt’s mouth along with another strained “Fuck Ma.”

You could feel his balls tighten and knew he was coming close to his finish. And you wanted to help him.

You tried to fit his whole length in your mouth and managed to get most of it in. Then you began running your tongue all along his shaft.

“Baby, you’re gonna swallow all my cum, okay?” He instructed.

Spit came out of the sides of your mouth and your vision began to blur from your lack of air but you had to do this for Matt. It was only fair.

He fucked your face roughly before finally letting out a loud groan and shooting thick spurts of cum straight down your throat.

He pulled out quickly and you gulped down air, panting as tears forced themself out the edges of your eyes.

You looked up at Matt who had regained his breath and gave him a small smile before wiping your mouth.

Matt could feel himself hardening again from the sight beneath him. He needed to be inside of you, now.

He took you under your arms from where you sat on the floor and hoisted you up and over his shoulder. You let out a squeak but don’t try anything as he carries you to your bedroom.

He takes you off of his shoulder and places you on the bed before immediately shedding his tank, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

You took yours off quickly too, not wanting to waste any time. You wanted this, you needed this.

Matt came over to you on the bed and started kissing you, not gently but roughly. His lips were urgent and yours fought back, a mess of teeth and tongue.

His hands wandered to your bra and started unclipping it, throwing it when he finally got it off. He broke the kiss and leaned back to look at you, your breasts on display for him.

“So fucking beautiful Ma” Matt said.

You let out a soft whimper at his words, your nipples hardening to the point of pain.

“You helped me so I help you, yeah? How about we get these leggings off?” He asked you and you nodded quickly, maybe too quickly but you were too blinded by your need for pleasure, especially if it came from him.

He pulled the leggings off you and discarded them. You suddenly remembered that you were wearing lacy blue panties, which you just so happened to remember was Matt’s favorite color.

“Did you wear these for me, baby?” He smirked. You whined, becoming needy for him to touch you.

“Please Matt, I need you so bad.” You whined out, grasping for his hands to just go ahead and take your underwear off. He didn’t resist as you guided his hands to the waistband of your underwear and drew his hands down, dragging your underwear with it, until they slipped off your legs and into the bedding.

He moved your legs open slightly, licking his lips when he saw how wet your cunt was, your wetness practically dripping down your slit. Matt simply couldn’t wait anymore, he needs you right now.

He looked to you for consent as he lined his cock up with your entrance. You nodded and he sank into you immediately, groaning. You whined at the quick intrusion but Matt stopped for a moment to let you get adjusted to his size before he continued.

He pulled out before thrusting into you at an agonizingly slow pace. You clawed at the bedsheets, practically begging him to just go faster, to fuck you into the mattress, to be rough, to hurry up.

“Damn, you’re really needy, huh ma?” He commented, rolling his hips lazily. You whined again. “Faster, faster, please go faster Matt” You begged him, writhing with need under him.

Then, in what seemed like almost a second, he quickly took you under your knees and raised you up before thrusting into you roughly. You moaned loudly, happy with the new pace. He quickly found a rhythm that had you screaming his name so loud people several floors down probably heard you.

“So fucking tight, baby.” He grunted as he fucked into you. You squeezed around his cock, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Matt, M’ gonna-”

“Mhm yeah baby, gonna cum on my cock? Huh, you gonna cum on my fucking cock?”

You nodded mindlessly, desperately grinding yourself on Matt’s cock in a feeble attempt to chase your high. Your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts, breathy moans erupting from your mouth every time he slams into you. He thrusted so hard into you that the headboard began to hit the wall but he couldn’t find it in himself to give a single fuck.

You hold onto the sheets so tight, it feels like your fingers might go straight through them. You’ve never been fucked this hard and needless to say, you were fucking loving it.

And then you felt it, that wonderful knot unraveling in your stomach, the intense pleasure that rippled through your body and caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You chanted Matt’s name over and over as you rode your high, so much it didn’t even sound like a real word anymore.

As you came on Matt’s cock, your pussy gripped his cock in the perfect way and then, Matt was cumming too. It seemed like it wouldn’t stop as he shot his sperm into you, not stopping his assault on your pussy as he fucked his cum into you.

“So fucking perfect, Ma. ‘Could fuck this pussy all night” Matt said. And then, he slumped over, exhausted but so fucking happy.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes so you could both catch your breath. Then Matt pulled out and watched as his cum slowly poured out of you onto the bed.

Your eyes fluttered gently as Matt wiped a piece of hair out of your face. He went to the bathroom and turned on the water, starting to make you a bath. Then he went back to you. “Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, helping you to use the toilet so you didn’t get a UTI.

Then he carefully put you into the bathtub and cleaned you off, washing your body and hair, all the while you let him. He took extra care to wash the soap off and wrap you in a fluffy towel. He carried you back to the bed and took the sheets off and threw them in the wash before putting new ones on the bed.

He laid down with you and cuddled. You wrapped your arms around his neck and muttered “I love yous” on his skin.

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3vergr3en · 4 months

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hi! I love your work! I noticed you've been a fan of eujoo lately... me too :,) if you have time or are interested, how do you think the andteam members would act when they have a crush? thank you!

❥ How &Team would react to having a crush on you

(🥐) PAIRING . OT9 x fem!reader

(🥞) A/N . ANON. I LOVE YOUUU. and thank you so much for requesting this !! and yesss, byun euijoo has all I've been thinking about (he's so cute that I'm getting pissed off.)

(🍮) ADDITIONAL INFO . everything below is just cutesy filth.

Koga Yudai - K

hes actually quite shy surprisingly.

you'd expect him to be all like, "I like you!!" when he first realized that he thought more of you than just a friend.

but he's actually quite sheepish when it comes to you.

one glance from you has his heart pounding in his chest.

or one 'hi, yudai!' has his knees buckling.

he tries to make himself look and act perfect when being around you, deathly afraid of any mishaps happening bc all he wants is for you to think that he's cool :(

but he's so busy trying to perfect himself, that he fails to do the part where you had to be yourself.

"Yudai. You didn't need to do all of that if you wanted to impress me. You could've just asked me out." You smile fondly, combing back his curtain bands with your hand.

"I messed up my chance, didn't I?"

"Not yet."

Murata Fuma - Fuma

honestly not surprised when realizing.

he loves having you around with him and the guys,

or when you ask him to come over to help with some appliances.

He doesn't mind fixing them bc not only does he get to see you more, but he also doesn't want your place collapsing on you <3

you're independent, funny, and super sweet to anyone around you.

who wouldn't like you?

When he decided to go tell you,

he's SUPER straightforward.

"Y/n, the reason why I asked you to come see me today was because.. I found myself having feelings for you than I would for just a friend."

He knows what he wants, and he acts on it. he hates beating around the bush. (which is so attractive btw)

If he can have you as his now, why would he want to wait any longer?

"Oh! I.. wasn't expecting you to be so straightforward about it. Usually guys would just--"

"Well, I'm not like them." He chuckles, "I'm a man who knows how to treat a woman right."

Don't gotta say anymore, you're already planning a date with him.

(and possibly your guys's future together)

Wang Yixiang - Nicholas

he first realized he had a crush on you when the smallest things you'd usually do for him, start to have more of an effect on him.

like asking him if he had eaten yet, or grabbing an extra umbrella for him when it was going to rain.

YOU thought you were delusional-- no, HE'S delusional.

'she thought about me. omg, she wants me so bad, its embarrassing for her.'

NO. it's embarrassing for YOU, yixiang.

but he doesn't tell you right away, although his ways of showing that are teasing you even more than usual.

"no one wants to see you chowing down that, like calm down, no ones gonna take it from you." He snickers, finding joy in you glaring daggers at him.

"and no one wants to see that ugly face of yours, but hey, unfortunately, we all can't have what we want."

God. He's gonna marry you one day.

One day.

Byun Euijoo - Ej

SOOO shy whenever you walk into the room.

"Hi juju!" You greet happily, a bright smile over taking your face.

"Oh-! Uhm, hi.." He responds, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

HES SO AWKWARD THAT ITS CUTEEEE.

he's terrified that if the guys stopped talking, everyone, especially you, would hear his heartbeat drumming in his chest.

he truly finds you the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on, and unfortunately, Nicholas has to hear all about his fanboy behavior.

"Euijoo, buddy." The older clears his throat as his hand grasps euijoo's shoulder, "If you won't tell her, I will."

"You wouldn't.." Euijoo trails off, a hint of betrayal was clear in his tone.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that nicholas may not be joking.

"wait-- no, I-I'll tell her, okay?"

and surprisingly, he did.

you found it adorable btw when he confessed his feelings.

he was fumbling over his words and unintentionally avoided direct eye contact the whole time.

he was just so nervous :((

"juju, you're so cute. you know that, right?"

"ah.. really? thank you then 😊"

Nakakita Yuma - Yuma

honestly, i feel like he would be in denial at first.

BUT NOT IN A BAD WAY.

just more of a, 'what if she doesn't like me back? I don't want to ruin our friendship' type of denial.

So, he tries to suppress them.

How did that turn out?

He barely lasted a couple hours before going out to your place for dinner.

and you greeted him with open arms and a warm smile.

It took him some time to process that newfound feeling.

With the help of responsible fuma and surprisingly taki (I know. but I think that boy has some good advice), he was convinced to tell you how he truly felt.

"You know, make sure you're clear, okay? Don't be vague or ambiguous." Fuma hums, patting the boy's shoulder.

"But like, also be mysterious too! Girls dig that." Taki chimes in.

(okay, perhaps I take that back.)

Asakura Jo - Jo

shy boi #2

he would want to spend more time with you, actually.

I mean yes, he is afraid to confess because he fears rejection.

but like, he cares about you too much to be distant.

so he just accepted it and opted to spend his last few times with you as a friend until you eventually let him off.

but it kept going for longer and longer.

he questioned why. maybe you were just oblivious to his obvious crush on you?

Nope. You weren't oblivious.

You knew right from the get-go that Jo might've felt a different way.

How?

His more frequent visits, asking questions about hypothetically dating a guy who so happens to perfectly fit the description of him.

He's so cute.

Shigeta Harua - Harua

shy boi #3

but he's the most composed out of all the members (besides fuma)

He hides it so well because he makes it look like nothing changed about him.

but even if he doesn't show, he feels it ALL internally.

and poor you, you don't even notice at all.

"Harua! Want to go to this restaurant that just opened recently?"

"Oh,, as in, like a uh.."

"Like in what?" You question, attention focused on your phone that holds the restaurant's website in.

"Ah, nothing. Let's go!" He smiles, watching you slip on your shoes.

I'll tell her one day.

Takayma Riki - Taki

HES SO PAINFULLY OBVIOUS, OML.

hes quite literally like a clingly puppy around you.

"Y/n! Where do you want to go today?" He'd question, eyes wide in anticipation.

"Oh, I was actually planning to stay home and just watch some TV-"

"I'll come accompany you!"

"Thanks.. Taki." You giggle, admiring his devotion to you.

"Should we get matching pj's for our sleepover?" Taki suggests.

"Oh, since when did I say you were sleeping over?"

But when you see that pout, you feel some heart strings being pulled.

"Okay, okay. Fine. Yes, you can stay the night-- but NO matching pajamas.. yet."

"THERE'S A YET?!"

Hirota Maus Riki - Maki

just like K, he tries to play it cool.

But he doesn't go all out like the other.

He's actually hidden it pretty well, just like Harua.

You guys already established a friendship that deals with a lot of skinship.

You guys pretty much act like a couple, just without the title.

It's no surprise that either one of you starts to form a crush.

It's so normal, it just felt right.

But to his surprise, you were the one to confess first--

completely taking him off guard.

"Wait- no! I was going to tell you first!"

"Well, you took too long."

"I was literally going to tell you 10 seconds ago."

"Yeah right."

"..."

"Want to go get some Ice cream?" Maki suggests, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, duh."

(all of the boys coo how cute you guys are <33)

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triplesilverstar · 4 months

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Everyone needs an omega to make a trio, and yet you hate being one

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Wolfwood X F!Reader, Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!reader

CW: Smut, Shameless Smut, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Knotting, Knotting, Spitroasting, Creampie, Sex Toys, Condoms, Alternate Universe - Modern

Word count: Roughly 12.5K words

A/N: You were born an Omega, and you hate it. Having been able to hide it thanks to another orphan you grew up with, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Nico, except now as an adult he's still helping you while trying to deal with keeping his Alpha Vash from meeting you. So what happens when it goes sideways when you try to return Nico's leather jacket to him, only to find Vash at the door of his Beta's apartment instead of Nico?

Oh. Vash is also getting ready to start his rut too. Aren't you a lucky one.

So. Never written something like this before so I tried my hand at it. I hope that you can at least enjoy this crazy smut filled thought all thanks to a friend of mine, a certain person that here goes by the name @awkwardchick87 . Thanks a lot Awks you horny person you.

“Harder Ni-” You let out a long moan as the man behind you increases the tempo of his hips slapping against yours. Your hands grip the pillow under your chest with enough force that the joints of your fingers hurt from the way you’ve stretched the fabric taut. The sound of squelching from your core and the wet slap of Nico fucking you like he plans to breed you has your blood pounding in your ears. The omega part of your brain has you squirming as it floods your system with the hormones from your heat. That’s exactly what it wants, to be bred. Your hatred for that feeling always rears its head after your heat passes.

A feeling that since you were fourteen you’ve hated because it makes you powerless. In a world where your secondary gender has so much sway, being an omega means to a large part of society you exist for one reason: offspring. Sure, not everyone saw omegas like that anymore, but you knew better from experience.

You had been an orphan, brought up by an organization that looked clean cut yet just under the surface you could see the rot. In your time under their care you had seen five other omegas have their first heat, and five times you saw them adopted within hours after a bidding war by rich old men who wanted an omega regardless of how old they were. You had been certain you were going to be next when you felt the first bubble of heat low in your belly.

“That hard enough, Darlin?” The deep husk from your savior has your cunt tightening around his length. Another orphan that had caught you stealing some of the suppressants kept for the alphas. An orphan that could have sold you out and instead helped you hide what you were.

One Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

Glancing upwards you look in the mirror on your dresser and let out a low whine as you glush another round of fluid. His tanned hide is covered in sweat that glistens in the hair of his chest as it rolls downwards along his well defined muscles, licking your lips as you try to gather your scattered mind to answer him. “Close-” Gasping when the tip of his cock hits your cervix, a noise that has him briefly grinning before closing his eyes.

Nico is a beta. And is the whole reason that, now in your mid-twenties, you haven’t been claimed by anyone forcefully. A few years older than you, he had been more than willing to keep your secret, even going out with the money from his part-time job to buy you the correct suppressants. Those first few years had been hell until you were eighteen and could go find a place of your own. That first night that you didn’t need to fear being sold off had been freeing. It wasn’t just the drugs he had bought for you either, Nico helped you get your first job, and your first apartment. Nico had, after you turned nineteen, learned you had to have a heat once in a while to let the medication to suppress it work properly so you didn’t turn into a puddle of hormones the second you missed a dose, been the one to help you through each and every one.

“Good” Grinding his teeth for a moment. “Because I’m soon gonna blow and I need a recovery period.” You let out another whine, this time because the omega part of your brain doesn’t like the sudden empty feeling in your core. Clenching around nothing you arch your body to raise your ass a little higher, as if you could tempt him back inside your slick walls. “Hang on Darlin.” Blinking you watch his motions in the mirror, as he grabs the thick ring that serves as a false knot and slides it down over his condom covered cock. He doesn’t need to be an alpha to put a pup in your belly.

“Nico!” Moaning this time your voice has a twinge of hoarseness to it, this is far from your first round this heat. “Fill me up! Please!” Tears prick your eyes as you watch him line himself up again, sweeping one of his large palms over the meat of one of your ass cheeks before giving it a slap.

“Patience Darlin, I’ll give you what you want. A nice big load of cum.” You both know it’s a lie. Arching more into him as he slams forward suddenly and you’re stuffed to the brim with his cock, the base of the toy hitting your entrance. It makes your toes curl, the simulated knot being worked more and more into your body with the snap of his hips. You catch his eye in the mirror as your walls start to flutter, a soft little moan echos around the room as he sends you a wink. His dark locks are plastered to his forehead with the effort he’s put into making you cum several times on his dick while holding off his own orgasm. His control is iron clad, it always has been. “You want my knot?” His voice is strained, no doubt ready to reach his own peak as he whispers it against your ear with both of his hands now planted over yours pulling them away from the pillow.

“Please Alpha!” You need it, need to feel that length and knot plunging into you freeze as you reach that plateau and fall over it. It’s words you’ve screamed before and Nico has never questioned it. As if he knows your rational mind is no longer the one in charge.

“Then take it all” Snapping his hips a final time and you shudder as you grip his cock and knot feeling your core flood for a different reason that makes your omega sigh in contentment. Nico takes every precaution to make sure he doesn’t empty his balls inside you, something the omega in you has never liked and delayed the end of your heat. The toy knot took care of that, the reservoir inside of it flooding your walls to simulate your partner spilling himself inside you.

“Nico” You whisper in the afterglow as your body relaxes, all tension washed away with your orgasm.

“You alright?” His hands are on your sides as he moves you so you’re both laying on your sides and spooning, his nose pressed into the back of your head as his fingers start to rub gentle circles into areas you both know will have bruises later.

“Hmmm” You know what he’s really asking as the omega side of your brain has released its hold on any higher level thinking, taking a breath as you take in how your body feels. “The churning in my belly is subsiding.”

“Good, because my dick is starting to hurt.” You chuckle at the playfulness of his complaint. A rustle and a bit more light appears in your peripheral, Nico has his phone. “This has been the longest one in a while, almost a full twenty-four hours.”

“I’m starting a new suppressant after this heat, the doctor said I was starting to metalobish the last one too quickly.” Nico had been the one to find you this doctor, most hadn’t wanted to prescribe any of the stronger ones to you. Instead, they had suggested you just find a mate and get to having pups. You were glad for the more progressive alpha who didn’t think you should be made to do something you weren’t ready for.

“On that note, how’s the datin going?” Another normal part of your post heat cooldowns, Nico and you talking about your lives.

“Terrible.” You snort. “Every date has either fallen off the cliff the moment it starts or at the end when they say they just want a little barefoot omega at home.” You weren’t against the idea of having pups, but you didn’t want to have them with someone who thought your place was to stay at home and always be pregant. You liked having a job, you liked having something to define you that wasn’t just your place at the bottom of the social ladder. “It’s not like finding Mr. Right is as easy as walking through a door.” Jerking your elbow back to hit Nico. “Serious how did you find your partner so easily?”

“He hit me with his car.” You roll your eyes, opening your mouth to respond as the phone in Nico’s hand starts to ring. “Speaking off.” Hitting the button he places it to his ear, well aware you’ll be quiet during his phone call. “Hey, Vash.” The difference in his tone as he starts chatting is evident, Nico might try to act like a stoic hardass but there’s no hiding that tenderness as the two talk. “Yea, I should be back in another few hours.”

You bite your lip hearing that statement. Nico has his own life to live and his own alpha to go home to at night. You try to sigh quietly, it’s something that’s been bothering you for a while. The fact that Nico still comes to help you with your heat when he has a pack of his own, sure it’s just the two of them but you can’t imagine his partner is happy knowing his beta runs off to fuck an omega once every few months.

“Someday you’ll meet her, Vash. Promise.” His hand is trailing along your side again as if he knew where your thoughts were going. “As always, she says thank you for letting me help her through this.” You hadn’t said it, but you sure felt it.

When Nico had first started dating this Vash person you had wanted to meet him, you still do. Nico however, put his foot down. “Neither of you have a mate yet, with my luck one of you would trigger the other and I’d have an omega and alpha trying to fuck with neither of them wanting it to happen because of biology.” You had learned that like you, Vash didn’t want to just mate the first omega he met that was unclaimed. You could respect that, even if it did make you a little jealous. Nico was so stubborn on the issue he didn’t want you to even hear one another’s voices.

“Alright, see you later.” A huff and you hear a much lower “Love you too.” Nico has the call ended before turning his attention back to you. “Does it still feel like your body is cooling down?”

“Yea. I think in another few minutes you can pull out and get going.”

“Not yet.” A quick press of his lips to the top of your head, the only place Nico ever kisses you. “You still need to be cleaned up and these bed sheets need to be changed, don’t need you sleeping in them and smelling like you’re still in heat.” You try to argue that you can do all of that yourself, and like always, you lose the argument. Nico is just too much of a caring beta to let you look after yourself after your heat. You’ll miss it when you start dating someone or his alpha stops him from coming to help you.

A few days later, while cleaning your room you spot it sticking out under the bed. Tugging it into view you frown. It’s Nico’s leather jacket, you remember him wearing it when he came to help you, he must have forgotten it after the haze of helping you fuck your brains out. Grabbing your phone to send him a quick text with an image attached.

Forget something?

I’ve been looking for that all day.

His response was almost immediate and you grin, typing back to him.

Want me to bring it to your place?

Please

See you soon then, unless it’s a bad time?

Nah, you’re good

With that you grab your shoes and purse along with his jacket before heading to his apartment.

Elsewhere, Nico placed his phone down before hearing a knock at his door and frowning. There was no way you were here already. Opening it, he blanched. “Vash.”

“Um, were you not expecting me?” The blond man has his head tilted as if in surprise. “I thought you were the one who suggested us trialing living together?”

Slamming a hand to head Nico groaned. “I did, but I thought you’d be at work for another few hours. Shit, I need to text someone.” Turning to grab his phone while Vash followed him in a large bag slung over his shoulders.

“Is this a bad time?” Vash, while he has all the physical appearances of an alpha almost never acted like one. Preferring to act more meek, something that in the past once had someone confuse him for an omega when he was a child. That had been a sight when Vash had kicked the man to the curb along with his twin. Vash wasn’t violent by nature, but the alpha in him did not like being compared to anything but what he was.

“No. Just, I left my coat at my friend's and she’s bringing it over. I need to meet her somewhere else.” Bitting his lip as Nico sent out a flurry of quick texts to you before looking for his shoes to pull on.

“Oh, the little omega you help?” It sets a small churning in his gut, Vash is aware he’s very much in love with the tan man. He knows the reason Nico helps out his friend and some of the things that had happened at the orphanage when you had both been younger. It just doesn’t help soothe the alpha in his head who wants to keep his beta in his bed. Giving his head a small shake to rid himself of the thoughts that were starting to intrude. Thoughts that when he voiced them to Nico were shut down before they could manifest into anything. “I understand, and I’ll see you when I get back.”

Nico stops before he leaves, pressing his body to Vash’s and going in for a searing kiss that leaves both of them weak in the knees. “I’ll be back soon, then we can get you settled for that oncoming rut.”

Vash can’t help but smile as Nico steps outside, touching his fingers to his lips with his heart warm. Of course his beta remembered the other reason for him coming to stay over, they might have been together for a while but adapting to a shared space was still something they were both working on.

Climbing the stairs to Nico’s apartment you check your phone, sending him a text saying you were almost there. You had sent him one when you got off the train too which is currently saying is gone unread, that isn’t normal for Nico when he knew you were coming. Maybe he was having a nap while waiting? Shrugging your shoulders as you reached the landing for his floor and headed to knock on the thick door.

Quirking your nose as you wait for Nico to answer the door you can’t help but notice the whiff of something different in the air. Maybe the building has a new cleaning agent being used for the hallways? Tilting your head, it smells nice in a very subtle kind of way.

Hearing the door crack you turn with a grin. “Here’s your jack-” It isn’t Nico at the door, taking a step back you look at the door again. You have the right apartment. “You aren’t Nico.” It tumbles from your lips before you can realize how rude it sounds.

“No, I’m Vash.” You’re floored. This is the man Nico is dating? He looks like a total sweetheart with his golden blond hair and wide orbs. You can’t tell with the lighting if they’re blue or a shade more like aqua but you know one thing, you feel at ease with the way he’s looking at you. “You must be…” Trailing off as he thinks before he says your name and you nod.

“That’s me! I didn’t think I’d run into you.” Tucking your hair behind your ear before you remember the reason you came. “Right, here’s Nico’s coat! He must have fallen asleep or something.” Handing it to him you feel your face heating up for some reason. Well, you have a good assumption of the reason with the way Vash is looking at you. Like he’s sizing you up and you can’t help the flush. You are the reason his beta disappears for hours, almost days sometimes. Maybe he’s trying to figure out if you’ll somehow pull Nico away from him. It’s a laughable thought, Nico has always been more like a family member. No matter how much you sometimes wished he was interested in your that way.

“He stepped out actually. Would you like to come inside?” You aren’t sure why, maybe something about him is just calming as you nod. Once the door is open large enough for you to step inside you do just that. Following him into the space that leads almost immediately to the kitchen.

With his back to you, you don’t notice the deeper inhale Vash makes with the coat just under his nose. The scent has him blinking rapidly as the alpha in his mind roars. He can smell the lingering scent of an omega prime for breeding. The rational part of his brain knows it's from days ago, but to the part of him that was stirring to start his rut, it doesn’t matter.

“You know it’s a little strange to meet you at last, with how adamant Nico was about us not meeting.” Turning back towards you, Vash has to suppress the low growl deep in his throat. You look so… so… tempting as you rub the edge of your ear as if pushing some of your hair back behind the shell of it once more. Is the real reason Nico didn’t want the two of you to meet? Did he just want to keep you for himself? Glancing down to your stomach and wondering if his beta didn’t have a pup growing inside of you. No. The smell from the jacket hangs in the air, tricking his mind into thinking you’re still in heat.

“He kept saying it was because he was afraid one of us would trigger the other. I wonder if it was because he wanted to keep you away from me.” Vash, was a rational man. He spent his life making his own decisions and one of them was that he never wanted to take an omega by force or overpower their senses with his scent. Right now, however, with your scent on the air laced with his beta’s and his rut starting he was anything but in his right mind. Starting to let his scent gland flood the kitchen with his own unique smell, watching as you blinked in a way that seemed cute to him as you tried to process his words.

“I mean, Nico just wants people to…” You trail off as your mind feels a little fuzzy. Licking your lips as your core throbs and you feel the slick starting to form in your walls. What is wrong with you? You just had your heat?

Blinking again, you find your back pressed against the door of the pantry and Vash pressed to your front with Nico’s jacket just under your nose. “Why do you smell so fertile? So breedable ?”

A short breath in, and under the cloying scent slowly encapsulating your senses you smell it. The smell of your slick laced with hormones from your heat. Your mind replays the scene in your head like a video reel.

The moment Nico stepped into your bedroom you had been on him, naked as you whined with your hands on his shoulders. “Nico! Please I need you!” Panting as you rubbed your body against him before he chuckled.

“Not even going to let me get undressed before I make you cum?” Grinning as one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other ran down your side. “So needy little omega.” Jerking your hips forward as those large digits of his play with your sex, smearing your fluids around your folds and up to your clit. Sinking one of his fingers up to the knuckle, the leather of his jacket sliding across your dripping hole as your body arched into his. “Let’s get that first one of the way shall we?”

The fluid had since dried, but Vash could still smell it, and now so could you. “I’m not, Vash, the smell is from my heat. I’m not in heat anymore.” Trying to get the words out as your brain grows fuzzier.

“Really? Is that because my beta fucked his pup into you?” Growling as he hisses the words in your ear you find your core clenching at how harsh his tone is. “Nico knows I want a pup one day, but I want us to find an omega we’re both attracted to. One that’s attracted to us.” As quickly as you had been forced against the door, you find yourself free again with Vash stepping further away from you with a hand to his head. “You need to leave.” Giving his head a shake. “My rut is starting and I’m not in control. It’s taking everything to not take you and I don’t want to force you.” The smell that was starting to permeate the air fades, not a lot but enough for the fuzz to leave your mind as you realize it was from Vash.

You watch as his back hits the counter, letting the jacket fall from his fingers as he swallows and the smell of him fades more as he tries to reel himself back in. “What do you mean an omega you’re both attracted to?” You feel so confused, Vash is attracted to you right now because of his rut but your feet are firm on the ground. Nico isn’t attracted to you.

“Nico wants you, but he won’t say it.” Seeing those wide eyes peek at you from behind his fingers as he tries to slow his breathing. “He won’t talk about it, but he’s afraid your feelings for him are out of gratitude.” Panting now as he pulls his hand away. “He wants you as badly as I do right now, he’s too afraid you’ll see it as him having groomed you to be his.”

“That doesn’t make sense, he’s always pushing me away.” You blurt, all the dates he’s pushed you into going on. Except. It does make sense. You’re well aware of your own attraction to Nico, something you’ve shoved down for a while because you thought he didn’t care about you that way, in retrospect you were on the far side of the spectrum for knowing his true feelings. You’re a bit of an idiot. “I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not.” Vash moves closer, trailing one of his hands along your chin to tilt your head upwards to look into his eyes. “From what I hear you’re very smart, the head is just good at keeping the heart in check.” Like this you can see his pupils are blown wide again, swallowing as you realize that maybe, you don’t want to leave this apartment and this charming alpha.

“What do you want?” Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you speak, watching his face for any sign that he’s playing you. You don’t know him well enough for his tells, but deep down you’re certain you want what you think he’s offering.

“Easy. I want to be happy, and I want Nico to be happy. We both make him happy, so I want you to join us.” Dipping his head down for a kiss that while it feels chaste has your head spinning, working his plush lips against yours and swiping his tongue along the seam of your mouth before pulling back. “I want both of you in my bed, I want both of you to be mine. I want you to be as possessive of me and Nico as he is of you.” You don’t miss the unspoken words. Vash is possessive of Nico and by extension, you. “Now my rather cute little omega, do you want to stay here with me and let me breed you, or do you want to leave? I promise we can pick up this conversation another time when my head isn’t screaming to just fuck you over the dinner table and force you to be ours.”

Ours. Not his. A very clear distinction in your mind and it's one that has your heart thundering in your chest. Licking your lips at the offer and his option to let you walk away and talk about it another time. “You’d just let me walk away?” Your hand is slowly creeping up his chest, feeling the muscles under his t-shirt. He feels solid and warm under your fingertips, like he's burning up under the thin layer of cotton.

“I would.” Slotting his hips forward and rubbing up against you, the bulge in his pants grinding against your covered sex and belly. “At least until my rut is over, then I'll be dragging Nico with me to see you and for us to have a conversation when my hormones aren't running rampant.” Tilting his head once more as his lips descend towards you, except he doesn't kiss you this time. Keeping just enough distance that you can feel his labored breath washing across your face, laced with just a hint of the pheromones from his rut. “We're running out of time, if you're going to leave you need to do it soon.”

It's like time slows with his comment, you're hovering on the edge aware that he's left the decision up to you. Your mind is spinning lost in your own swirling thoughts about Vash's offer and all the times you've been with Nico and purposely ignored the undercurrent of his feelings. What you keep coming back to is simple. Vash is willing to let you walk away. He might not be saying it but you both know what it means, he might want you but he's willing to let you go, fully aware that while he deals with his rut you could find another alpha. That if that did happen, Nico and Vash would lose the chance to even try and bring you into their pack.

“I want this.” The smallest movement on your part and you're the one instigating the kiss this time, almost melting into Vash as he quickly takes the lead dominating you. A growl from him as his hands slide up your ribs, pushing the fabric of your top up with it. While you've certainly kissed someone before, you've never delved too far past just tentative licks to your partner's lips. Or them doing it to you. Maybe because deep down, you always wanted to kiss Nico, to feel his stubble crusted chin against your face. So when Vash starts trying to work his tongue into your mouth, you part your lips and let out a noise of surprise. It's a different sensation as the wet muscle glides across your teeth, sweeping into the space as if trying to coax you to respond in kind. Your brain is going haywire from the way he slides his tongue and you try to tentatively press back, an action that rewards you with a deep rumble from within the blond's chest.

Letting out a soft whine when he pulls back, at least before you realize your chest was heaving as you tried to suck in air to alleviate the burning in your lungs. Slowly blinking as you become more aware of your surroundings, no longer sensing just the hammering of your heart and the pounding of your blood in your ears. At some point during the kiss, both of your hands had moved to tangle in his hair. It's so soft, almost like the feathery down of a bird.

“Why do I feel that was your first real kiss?” Resting one of his arms above your head as he pants the question between nips to the corner of your mouth. His other hand has slipped under your shirt, his fingers ghosting along the material of your bra. Still trying to catch your breath and let your brain catch up to process the question you moan as his fingers squeeze one of your fabric covered breasts. “I asked a question, and I expect an answer omega.”

You shouldn't find it as hot as you, but the low growl as he referred to you by your caste has your heart beating a mile a minute and a warmth spreading in your belly. “No, alpha.” The rumble from his chest at you referring to him as such has your knees trembling, if he didn't have you wedged between him and the wooden door you're certain you'd have fallen to the floor.

“You mean to tell me.” Rolling his lower body so his cock is firmly against your belly, the heat through the fabric has slick pouring from you like a tap. “In all the years Nico has helped you with your heats, he never once kissed you?” His voice is so deep you could almost feel it in your bones, nodding before giving him a verbal answer.

“Never. Nico wouldn't even let me try anything.” Turning to slide the tip of your nose against his while your hands keep playing with the shorter strands of his hair. “He'd just please me, he'd never let me return the favor.” For the longest time, it had bothered you, now you know why. If you didn't get to touch him he could pretend he wasn’t attracted to you like he was.

“Have you only been with Nico?”

A loaded question, but you have no issue answering it. “Only Nico.” The tanned man had been your first and only for so many things. The thought of it has you rocking your body back in response.

He's grinning, a quick lick of his lips and a glint in his eyes. “You've never sucked Nico off?” You shake your head in a gentle negative, feeling more than seeing his arm move from the place above your head. “Never enjoyed the taste as he sent a searing load down your mouth? Never felt your throat convulse while he held you in place with his balls against your chin?” Another shake of your head in the negative, inhaling deeply you can smell his scent starting to flood the room. Your belly feels like an inferno is starting to rage inside of it, the slick from your weeping cunt has seeped into your underwear making the fabric stick to your skin. All because of his voice, so deep as it rumbles out of him.

“Today you are!” His fingers hook into the hem of your shirt, ripping it up and away from your body. The force of it has your fingers tugged away from his hair, so you do what the quieter part of your brain is whispering. You grab his shirt as well, yanking the fabric up and letting out a soft noise of appreciation for the skin on display.

He's so different from Nico with his tanned skin and the thick patches of hair along his chest. Vash, is pale and covered in scars, the tip of your fingers tracing one of the larger ones. It doesn't take away from how attractive he is, at least not to you. It makes you wonder what kind of life he's lived up to this point, the jagged lines tell you one thing for certain about his story. He's a survivor. He'll come back time and time again for Nico and you.

“Do you like what you see?” Growled in your ear as he paws at the snaps of your bra like the garment offends him. A noise of triumph from him once the lined material falls away and he can grasp the smooth skin in one of his long-fingered hands. “I certainly do.”

“You're handsome.” You whisper before his mouth slots against yours, emboldened by the previous kiss and the haze from his scent starting to flood your senses you find yourself moving your tongue against his. It's not smooth, or coordinated as you feel the saliva from your sloppy attempt drip from the edge of your lips and down your skin. If anything it seems to drive Vash wilder as his hand rolls the mass of your tit around your chest, his palm gliding over your hardening nipple as his free hand works at the fastener of your pants.

The rational part of your mind is growing more and more silent as the kiss goes on, the taste of a cloying sweetness added to the smell of his musk and the sweat starting to form on his skin. The omega part of your brain is screaming to move faster, to let this alpha fill you to the bursting. You had read of alphas that could pull an omega into heat, and had even heard stories of some triggering heats just with a passing hint of their scent. Vash, has done just that. Your body doesn't seem to care that it just went through a heat cycle, that it isn't actually fertile right now. The churning of your stomach that always comes with your heat and the throbbing of your core is almost painful, but you want it. No. You need it.

Gasping into Vash's mouth as his fingers work their way down your open slacks and trail against the soaked fabric of your underwear. Another rumble from him as his knuckles press against your slit, tracing the opening that is gushing fluid to prepare you to take him. You're going to need all the benefits of your heat if the heaviness under your hand and trapped inside his pants are anything to go by. Giving it a quick squeeze earns you a long growl with the gnashing of his teeth as his head snaps back from your mouth.

“You make me want to ram my cock down that throat of yours.” Grabbing both of your hands in one of his as he works his belt free before working on the zipper keeping his length hidden from view. “I was going to have you on your knees to undress me, but after that little stunt I can't wait.” Shoving his pants and underwear to the floor, your core lets out another flood of liquid. The tip of his cock is gleaming under the natural light flooding into the kitchen, the length of him is covered in fluid and you wonder how long he's been pumping pre cum from the opening on his dick.

Vash smiles at the way your lips parted when his cock bobbed free from his pants, he knew he wasn't massive compared to some alphas but from the way you were drooling his inner alpha was preening in delight. You were perfect, and he was about to be the first to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.

“On your knees omega, and open wide.” You drop as soon as you hear the words, opening your lips as wide as you can and sticking your tongue out. “Such a good girl.” Vash had let go of your hands at some point, you aren't sure when too focused on his length and the thought of it being inside of you. Humming in delight as one of his hands lands atop your head, watching and waiting as he wraps his fingers around his base before guiding his cock closer to your lips. “Stay just like that.” Tapping the head of his cock against your tongue smirking as he does so, the look in his eyes has your toes tingling and the fire inside of you building hotter and hotter. It’s almost burning you alive, and the heat coming from the head of his cock isn’t helping. Tasting the salt from his leaking dick almost made you cum on the spot.

Making a soft whine Vash pauses to tilt his head at you as if thinking of something. “You probably don’t know much of what to do for a blow job do you?” Rocking on his heels so his shaft slides along your tongue and partially into your mouth. “Today, I’ll show you the basics, but after this I expect you to do the work when I want you to suck me or Nico off.” You let out another whine, you do know the basics of how a blow job works, you’ve watched porn. This, however, still turns you on, watching his stomach move closer and closer to your face as he works more of his length into your mouth. Even with his slow and gentle pace, it doesn’t take long before your lips are stretched around his girth with fluid, a mix of your spit and his pre cum dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Both of his hands and on your head now, his thumbs near your jaw as he starts to increase the tempo of his movements. It feels so deprived having your mouth used by Vash, almost dirty, your pussy is a mess of fluid and you’re certain at this point you have drenched your panties and your pants. You don’t know what to do with your hands, and Vash didn’t say you could or couldn’t move them, feeling your fingers ball into fists before you force them to relax. Letting out a choked noise when his tip hits the back of your throat, your lips pressed firmly to his balls, and something is swelling inside your mouth.

A delayed reaction, you know what it is. “Fuck, omega, you look so good with my knot inside your mouth.” Gagging as he moves with shallow thrusts so he doesn’t have to remove the mass that would have locked his dick inside of your walls. “In through your nose.” As much as his thrusts are shallow, he’s picked up speed, your throat convulsing around him as tears start to drip from your eyes along with drops from your nose joining the rest of the mess on your face.

It’s too much.

You never want it to stop.

“You’re doing so good.” Panting Vash watches your face, feeling the swirling in his stomach and the spamming of the muscles of his abdomen as he holds himself back from fucking your mouth with abonden. “Can’t wait.” A groan that sounds more like growl rings out past his lips. “To tell Nico” His balls are starting to tighten, hitting the bottom of your mouth with the swing of his hips. “I got to cum down your throat first.” Letting out a roar as he jerks his hips and places more pressure on the back of your head, the feeling of your throat massaging his length and knot pushing him into his first orgasm.

As the first thick splash of his cum hits the back of your throat you moan around him, it’s almost searing, and with his knot just past your lips, your only option is to swallow it down. Involuntary jerking your hips as you work, your body trying to chase its own release as your sense of taste is overwhelmed by the salty fluid still coming from him. “Every drop Baby, drink every drop.” Cooing almost as his fingers play with your hair, watching as choke on his cock and seed. The wire inside your body has grown so tight yet you can’t seem to find release, the omega in you screaming to do as your alpha wants and drink his seed down like a wine and maybe you’ll find that edge.

Eventually, the spurts slow, until a final trickle is all that’s left. “You did so good.” A long drawn out sigh as Vash says your name, using his fingers to work your jaw open to pull out his partially deflated knot. Lowering himself to his knees to take in the sight of your blissed out face and noticing your gentle rocking. Your mind is lost, trying to figure out how to get rid of the burning inside of you without the alpha before you aiding you in your pleasure. You don’t want him to be upset with you. “Open your eyes.”

You don’t remember closing them. Blinking you react, closing the distance to kiss him and rub your still clothed core against any part of him you can reach. If Vash minds the taste of his cum in your mouth, he doesn’t show it, plunging his tongue into the space as if it was still his cock fucking your mouth. You’ve never felt so alive as you do like this, like you’re hyper aware of each and every fiber in your being while you rock your body more against his.

“You’re a needy little thing aren’t you.” Tugging your head away from his lips with your hair trapped in his fingers. Opening your eyes at the teasing in his voice once more and blinking slowly before licking your lips, letting the point of it peak out past the edge of your lip.

“I’m so desperate.” Aware of his eyes falling to your tongue, watching the way his pupils widen. “I need to cum so bad it hurts alpha.” Tacking on a whine at the end, you’ve never had to beg like this before, not with how quickly Nico would tend to your needs. You really are desperate, desperate enough that the smell of the impromptu heat you’ve gone into is starting to flood the apartment with Vash’s scent.

“You just want to cum?” Smirking as his cock starts to stir once more, Vash has never needed too long of a recovery period. Knowing your only partner has ever been Nico takes the way you're acting away from the realm of an omega wanting to manipulate him into one where you are simply desperate for him. Another thing that has his inner alpha preening, you’re doing this for him and him alone. He can smell your body on the air and it’s one of the sweetest scents to ever grace his nose. Giving his lips another lick as he gives your body another tug to create a barrier between your bodies of open air.

“No!” Your hands are scrambling trying to touch more of his flesh, wanting to be close to him as your clit throbs. “I want you inside me alpha!” A pathetic murmur that can’t quite be called a whine as you claw for him in the air. “I want your knot!”

“I was just inside you, did you forget?” Vash can’t believe the change in your personality from when you first walked in the door. That shy little omega washed away under the effect of his hormones. Well, and perhaps your own too. Watching you writhe as you try to get closer to him without tugging too hard against his grip on your hair.

“Alpha please!”

“Please what?” Vash is loving this, watching your eyes blink rapidly as your bruised lips part and your brain scrambles to find the words. “Tell me what you want, use your voice little omega and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I want your knot in my cunt!” Practically screaming the words at him as the pinprick of tears almost becomes too much for you to handle.

“Just my knot?” Asking his question as his hands grab the edges of your pants, pulling them down your legs after pushing you onto your back and slightly away from him. A long inhale and his cock twitches between his thighs, with nothing to hide your sex the smell of your slick is thicker.

“Cum too! I want your cum alpha!” It’s like you’ve said the magic words, the last of the fabric encasing your legs removed along with the soaked material that had once been your underwear.

Flipped onto your stomach with a hard slap to your ass that makes you whine, feeling the skin warm from the harsh impact. “You’ll have it. Now put that rear end of yours in the air.” It’s a command, and the wire that’s coiled tightly in your belly grows ever more tighter. Struggling to get to your knees with the fire inside you, aware of your slick dripping down your thighs and onto the floor.

Vash licks his lips once more at the sight, to think his beta was hiding you from him. All the fun the three of you could have been having with how much fluid is pooling on the floor. Lowering his head to the space between your thighs and taking a deep inhale, the scent driving him wild. A quick hard lick from your clit to the edge of your opening and he lets out a long hum, his brain processing the fluid laced with hormones. You taste so perfect to him, but you are missing that tang of being fertile. Something his inner alpha doesn’t like, it wants to put a pup in your belly and you won’t be able to make use of his seed.

Pausing as his brain tries to make sense after smelling Nico’s jacket earlier and now the confirmation of what his rational side already knew. A soft whine and a shake of your shapely rear bring him back to the present. “Alpha please, I need you!” A choked-out sob and he smiles, one filled with teeth and a bout of possessiveness, he might not be your first but he is about to be the first, and only, alpha to feel those sweet sweet walls of yours.

Shuffling on his shins to get closer to you, Vash lines the tip of his cock up with your slit moving it against your folds a few times and groaning at the whimpers coming from you that sound oh so pretty to his ears. “Beg.” One word. One command.

Vash doesn’t have to wait long.

“Please Vash! Please alpha, I need you to breed me!” Your control and sense of shame snapped a while ago. Probably when he was pouring his cum down your throat, your voice sounded nothing but broken and desperate as you begged for Vash.

“Good girl.” His hips surged forward and you both cried out as he went as deep as he could on the first thrust. Your hands shake from the effort of trying to remain in your position as he stretches you out with his cock. He feels so different from Nico and his veiny dick, at the same time you squirm as the shape of Vash’s length hits different places inside of you.

Vash. Feels like he’s in heaven, his shoulder blades arching back at the slick, tight walls surrounding his body. The pull of your inner muscles as you try to somehow take him in even deeper, has him groaning. If you hadn’t of sucked him off he has no doubt his knot would have swelled immediately to send ropes of cum into you. Glad he’ll get to give you a proper fuck before pumping you full. One of his hands lands on the small of your back, sweeping over the curve of your body as he waits for you to adjust, ignoring the sound of a ringing phone in the background. “Just a little more, and I’ll breed you just like you deserve.” Chuckling as your walls tighten around him at his words.

Nico is panicking. Running his fingers through his sweat-laced hair as he taps his foot on the bus trying to get closer to his apartment.

When he got off at the stop near the coffee shop the two of you normally meet at he realized he messed up. In his flurry to text you, he had accidentally turned his phone to airplane mode, and those messages hadn’t been sent. Biting his thumb as he paced waiting for it to reconnect and seeing two new messages come in from you he felt his stomach drop to his shoes.

You were already at his apartment. “Fuck!” Screaming while ignoring the people around him sending him glares from his outbursts he bolted towards the bus stop checking the online schedule to see if he should just start running. Luck for the first time today was on his side, the bus had just arrived and he was quick to dart inside.

Now standing by the doors to get off at the closest stop to his home he’s back to biting his thumb nail. Every message he’s sent you has gone unread. It’s the same for Vash. “Shit, you two.” Switching tactics Nico hits the call button for Vash, praying to whatever power might be listening for his alpha to answer.

You feel like you’re in agony, torn between being satisfied with Vash deep in your cunt stuffing you to the brim, and wanting him to move to finally help you find your release. Every muscle in your body is tense while the arousal flooding your system wants nothing more than for that fine line to snap and send you into blissful oblivion.

Letting out a soft whine before biting your lip, you know begging isn’t going to get you what you want right now. A small shift from Vash and your entire body trembles, panting at just how good he feels without moving. “Almost ready, you just need to relax a little more.” His voice is strained, something you might have missed if you weren’t paying such close attention to each thing he did.

Swallowing you try to will your body to do just that, trying to let the tension fade. It’s almost impossible. Your body is so wound up it refuses to relax, it wants to be pounded into slumping to the ground while Vash pumps his seed inside your walls.

Watching you Vash bites his lips, you’re just so tight and he can’t help but wonder if it’s because of your recently passed heat. If your body wasn’t trying to recover. Glancing to the oven he lets out a small noise.

Nico should be back soon.

Vash, very much wants you locked onto his knot when that happens, suspecting the beta would come bursting in and trying to separate the two of you. Honestly, he reasons in his own head, he’s doing this to make the three of you happy. Giving your side a squeeze he weighs his options. You’re still so tight, but he needs to move.

“I’m going to give you what you want, it might hurt, but we can tend to that later.” Bending forward and pressing a soft kiss to the center of your back. Upright once more, Vash starts to pull his cock from the warm confines of your body all the way to his tip. He can feel the churning in his gut once more, well aware his balls are filled to the brim again after that first load he shot off. “Now be a good omega and take what I give you.” Ramming his hips forward at a blistering pace with his head thrown back Vash starts breathing through his mouth, you feel so good surrounding him, like you were made for him.

You start breathing like you’re running a race as soon as Vash starts hammering into your core, all of this movement so quickly as the head of his cock hits your cervix with each and every thrust you can’t help but whine his name between breaths. A chorus of Vash and alpha litters the air as he spares your body no thought of comfort, lost in the feeling of your walls clamping down around his length. You’re not in any better state, the omega in your head screaming in delight at the treatment. You hate to admit it, but you’ve always loved when Nico would fuck you rough and hard during your heats. Of the three, betas are the caregivers, the ones that look after the other two. The bridge between them. You love Nico, but the omega in you loves the feeling of Vash plunging into your slick walls even more.

It isn’t long before you feel a mass starting to press against your core, a warm as it hits your opening but not quite breaching you. One of your arms shakes from the increased effort of keeping your body upright so Vash can keep slamming into you with abandon. Licking your lips as the sweat dripping down your body makes the tiles harder to put your weight on. Your heart is pounding inside of your chest once more, and the fire in your core has been stoked to levels you didn’t think were even possible. All because of the man behind you who is moving with the intention of breeding you. Gasping as the mass hits your folds a little harder, his knot wants in and he is bound and determined to lock you to his body.

“Vash!” Crying out at another harder hit, your arms finally give out and you fall forward with your face pressed to the puddle of your own mixed fluids. His grip on your hips grows tighter, and you glance upward catching the reflection of the two of you on the surface of the stainless steel fridge. You look like a mess, draped across the floor while Vash looks feral with the pistoning of his body trying to drive his knot past that tight ring of muscles. It feels so much better than the toy used to trick you. Your eyes are slow to process his hand lifting to harshly slap one of your butt cheeks once more.

“Wrong.” Panting and you can almost see the exhale from his exterion. “Name.” Grunting as his hand returns to your hip he sets a blistering pace, the sound of wet skin on skin echoing in the space as his knot starts to slide into your core. “Who’s breeding you?” His words are fast, and you catch your mistake.

“Alpha!” Screaming it as his hips snap forward with enough force to finally push his knot through the muscles of your slit and locks your bodies together. His voice joins yours as he screams an answering cry of omega, and you could swear you heard another, very familiar voice scream your name.

You freeze and feel your body spasm with enough force that your vision fades to white as Vash does exactly as promised flooding your womb with his seed that has nowhere to go with his knot blocking your opening.

Nico takes the stairs two at a time, racing up them to his floor. The sense of trepidation grows as he catches a familiar whiff closer to the landing. It’s your scent. “Fuck!” Launching himself up the final stairs, his heaving chest taking in more oxygen.

His senses might not be as sharp as yours or Vashs, but he knows the scent of a rut and heat well enough. Especially when they both belong to the only two people he’s ever truly loved.

Almost ripping his doors from the hinges to freeze in the opening to his apartment at the sight before him. Clothes strew about the kitchen in haphazard piles with two bodies intertwined. Watching with his jaw open as the sound of you screaming reaches his ears before you slump to the ground, Vash behind you and the scream he wasn’t aware he made falls on passed-out ears.

Vash is panting like he’s run a marathon, one arm moving to wipe the sweat from his face and flicking his soaked blond locks from his eyes. Setting those bright orbs on Nico’s face and licking his lips. “You’re back.” Tilting his head with a smile that makes the tanned man shudder. “Now close the door beta, and come help me breed our omega.”

Turning as if underwater, Nico realizes he’s been standing there with the door wide open, too lost in shock at the scene that had been playing out in front of him to notice. You don’t need the embarrassment of being seen by his building naked. Stepping inside, Nico swallows. If he was anything but a beta it would have been a mistake, his apartment reeks of the musk of sex and hormones.

“Please tell me you didn’t knot her?”

“Tsk, tsk Nico.” One of those long digits in the air as Vash waves it as if speaking to a child. “Of course I did, but only because she asked me.”

“Vash-” It starts out as a growl before Vash sets his shoulder and cuts him off.

“Beta. If you had gone to her with my proposal this could have been settled a while ago. You don’t get to grouse about it now, it isn’t like I forced her.” Wiggling his eyebrows at the end before gesturing to Nico’s crotch. “Besides, it looks like you seem rather turned on by the thought of her being ours at last.”

Nico, doesn’t need to look down. Not when he can feel exactly how tight his jeans are. It’s no use trying to argue that he isn’t turned on by the sight of the two of you locked together, but it doesn’t mean he needs to be happy about how it came about. The scathing remark he opens his mouth to make lost to the sound of Vash cooing your name.

“Looks who finally showed up.” You’re awake once more, slowly pushing your body up which is hard with the way you feel. It’s like your bones have turned to jelly and you’re floating underwater as you roll your neck languidly while a palm goes to your belly. You can feel Vash still locked against you, his hot cum sticking to your wall has you shivering from the pleasure. You could certainly go for another round of that before the day is out. Letting Vash use his hand to guide your head to look where he wants, you smile as you slump backward, a warm chest pressed to your back as Vash adjusts both your bodies.

“Nico! I brought your coat back” Giggling as Vash makes another minor adjustment, ensuring the tan beta has a perfect view of the bulge just above the opening to your sex and where Vash is connected to you. “Oh, and I met Vash.” Another giggle, almost as if you’re drunk as you try to hide behind your hand. “He’s wonderful.”

“Hear that Nico? I’m wonderful.” Pressing his lips to your shoulder and planting a small trail of kisses.

“Oh! But you are too Nico! You should come closer so I can kiss you.” Reaching out one of your hands towards him leaves Nico reeling. He’s never seen you this out of it, but the twitching of his cock in his pants tells him his body doesn’t mind.

“You want to kiss me?”

“Of course silly! I’m your omega, and you’re my beta. Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” You say it almost as if you’re speaking to a child, that soft smile still on your face that has Nico entirely disarmed. “And Vash is our alpha, so come join us! Plus I wanna tease you after learning you were afraid I loved you for the wrong reasons.”

The dark haired man finds his chest suddenly full of pain like a hand has reached through the sinew of his body and wrapped around his heart and started to squeeze. The phrasing of your words has him shocked. Did you just say you loved him? “You sound a little drunk.” It’s blunt and to the point, you don’t seem very much like yourself right now.

“I’m not” It doesn’t seem all that believable to him when you start giggling again.

“I think, my caring beta, our omega is high on whatever hormones her body is pumping out to counteract any of the pain she might be feeling.” Vash still has his lips near the side of your neck, his hands wandering along your sides. “She’s in a false heat after her real one, if I had to guess she’s still recovering from that.”

“She isn’t ours Vash.” Grinding his teeth Nico is finding this situation harder and harder to ignore. The more he hears from the two of you, the more he just wants to give in to accept that you’re here with him and Vash.

“She wants to be.” Lifting his head and letting the point of his chin land in the muscles of your shoulder, a pleased little hum coming from you at Vash remaining so close. “I told her she could leave and we could talk about this when my rut was over.” Shrugging his shoulders before making a small adjustment again, once that makes you let out a soft moan feeling another stream of cum pour from his slit. “She decided to stay.”

“Nico, please.” You can feel Vash still hot and heavy deep inside your walls, the difference between a simulated toy and a real knot evident as he keeps making more cum shoot inside your body. You know his knot will soften at some point, but right now with how tight you are his sex is reacting to your own clamping around it. “You’re starting to make me think staying was a bad idea.”

The soft whine that echos around the space does Nico in. He might have his reservations but the noise you made just has the caregiver in him quaking, you’re starting to look dejected and it’s all because of him. “No, no.” Finally moving closer and lowering his body to the ground so he can cup your face in his rough palms. “I just.” Pausing Nico tries to think of a better way to word his reluctance. “I’m worried both of you are feeling more hormones than anything else, and I don’t want this to turn into a regret.” A long swallow on his part as he stares long and hard into your eyes, he knows what you look like when you’re lost in the haze of your heat. He doesn’t see that right now. “I want a promise from both of you right now, no claiming, no marking. Just sex, I can’t put this off anymore but when you’re both clear headed the three of us will talk about this alright?”

You’re quick to agree, both of your hands running along the corded muscles of his arms. Vash however.

“Beta.” Growling the word out as his arms tighten around your body more. “She’s already ours.”

Nico sighs, turning his attention to Vash and seeing the glower on his face at the thought of letting you learn with nothing to say you belonged to them. “Vash. You’re being irrational, and that’s why I want that promise. We can all talk about this without hormones later.”

Another growl and Nico looks to the sky in a silent prayer before trying again. “Alpha. She might hate you for it. Can you handle that?” Nico knows what he’s doing, manipulating Vash to get him to agree with him by playing on his emotions. A tactic that works in this case as the other man relents.

“Fine. I don’t want my omega to hate me.” Grumbling his agreement, his hold on your body loosens. “Now will you finally strip and join us?”

At that question you smile, dropping your hands down to Nico’s crotch and trailing your fingers along his length that is hard to miss with the outline of his jeans. Enjoying the heat from his skin and the short hiss of his breath as he inhales in through his teeth. He didn’t tell you to stop and you keep going, working his pants open and pushing some of the fabric of his underwear aside to touch his skin directly. “Seems someone can’t for me to do it myself.” Pulling his shirt off before wrapping his fingers around your wrists to remove them from his skin.

“But I wanna touch you.” Blinking up at him with a pout, you wanted to touch Nico and try to make him feel as good as he made you feel so often with no thought to his own pleasure.

“You will.” Closing the distance to press his lips to yours. You almost swoon at finally feeling his rough skin against yours, something you’d wanted for so long without realizing it. Almost like you had been dying of thirst and never noticed the spring of clear water beside you, moving your lips the way Vash had as you tried to deepen the kiss. Nico, is more than willing to oblige, letting you slip your tongue into his mouth as you explore. He knows you’re inexperienced, but it doesn’t change the fact that he lets you lead and guide the kiss.

Vash turns his body, letting out a noise of satisfaction watching your sloppy attempt to repeat his actions. You’re so willing to learn and to try and imitate what you learned. Vash can’t wait to have Nico and him teach you so much, of all the new things the pair of them will get to try with you as you explore each other. Licking his lips at the saliva dripping from between the two of you before reaching out to wipe some of it away to pull both of your attention to him.

A soft noise escapes you as you break the kiss humming as you look at Vash, the pressure in your core having relented, his knot soft Vash had pulled out of your pussy. “Are you ready for the next round?” You clench around him, liking the idea of another round and this time with Nico joining both of you. Nodding your head quickly and making a noise caught between a moan and a purr. “Good girl.” A whisper of praise as Vash slides one of his hands over Nico’s. “I was thinking, I stay right where I am, and you put what you learned earlier to use. How does that sound?”

“Yes! Yes alpha.” You're arching your body at the thought, the idea of giving Nico a blow job while Vash keeps pounding into you makes you smile. The fluttering in your chest was matched only by the shifting of your walls, another round of slickness starting to form in your core.

“What did she learn earlier?” Nico has a frown on his face, putting a bit of distance between the three of you to remove his remaining clothes. As much as his cock being free has him sighing in relief he doesn’t like the tone in Vash’s voice.

“Oh yes,” Vash is smirking now, moving your body into a similar position as before so you’re on all fours with your ass in the air. “Our little omega let me fuck her mouth, you’d be proud of her for her first blow job.” Catching the other man’s eye and letting his pride shine through. “She drank. Every. Last. Drop.” Putting emphasis on his words and ending it with a slap to your ass. “Now I want her to do the same for you.”

You're grinning, trying to reach out and grasp the length bobbing between Nico’s legs, something you’ve wanted to touch for so long and it’s finally going to happen. A shiver of excitement races up your spine, you’re not just going to get to touch him, you’re going to get to taste him. “Nico~” Another soft whine passes from your lips as you focus on his crotch.

“You fucked her mouth?” He might want to be mad, but he was the first to feel you cum, the first to have his fingers in your core and his cock pressing to the deepest place inside you.

“I did.” Tilting his head like the preening shit he was being. “She loved it.” Lining himself up once more, Vash surged forward ensuring his dick was all the way inside your clenching hole. Groaning at the tightness surrounding him, a vice formed from muscles that wanted to keep him there. Watching your head tilt upward as you moaned his name long and loud. “Now hurry Nico, I want us to cum at the same time.” Rubbing his hand along your back as he started a gentle pace to keep his mind occupied while he waited for the show to start.

“You’re always bossy when you’re in a rut.” Grumbling as Nico moves closer, one hand on his cock to make it easier for you to grasp it. “Good thing you’re hot.” It’s the usual song and dance the two of them play, teasing back and forth except this time they have a third partner. Turning his attention to you Nico sends you a soft smile, one hand cupping the side of your face. “Two taps if you need a break.”

You nod, replacing Nico’s hand with yours and enjoying the silky smooth feel of his skin under your palm. As your fingers touch you feel a pulse under them, almost like you can sense the blood being pumped by his heart running through the veins along his length. A wave of apprehension washes over you, what if Nico doesn’t like what you do? Almost as if sensing it, he brushes the wet stands of your hair from your face. “Just try your best.” With that reassurance, you part your lips and slip them over the head of his cock. Moaning and curling your toes with your eyes closed at the taste on your tongue. It has more of a tang than Vash did.

Nico slides closer, to make it easier for you as you grip his cock and start to bob along his length. You don’t have much experience but you’ll have more soon enough. For now, Nico watches with hooded eyes as more and more of his dark skin disappears into the warm cavern of your mouth. The bubble of want and need in his gut grows as the spit trails down to his base and into the dark hairs there.

Vash grins, watching from behind with his head turned on an angle, he can’t see much of what you’re doing but both you and Nico are making a symphony for him with the sounds of your pleasure. Sighing himself as your walls clench around him like a vice as you suck Nico off, it’s something Vash thinks the three of you are going to do a lot because your body clearly seems to like it with the force your insides are exerting on his length. Done with his gentle pace, Vash starts to move faster, smirking as the movement has you jerking forward and a choked moan leaving Nico. “Good girl.” Starting to breathe deeper as the pleasure starts to mount and he plans to chase it.

Your eyelids flutter as you find your lips touching Nico’s base after jerking forward for the snap of Vash’s hips, a whine of surprise before you moan around his cock. You can feel him twitching near the back of your throat and it sends a flood of slick down your walls, making it easier for Vash to buck into you harder and faster.

Nico groans, all of the times he imagined how you’d feel don’t compare in the slightest to the real thing. The sudden jerk of you to his base and he almost came on the spot. Grinding his teeth to hold off before hissing at Vash. “Alpha, I’m not… Gonna… Last.”

Vash looks up from where he’s watching his dick slamming into your welcoming cunt, taking in the sight of Nico and the clench of his jaw. Nico does look like he’s at his limit. Vash knows Nico doesn’t want to cum without permission, not when Vash had said for them to cum together. Pistoning his hips and slamming his knot against your folds, the three of you will have at least a day until his rut passes. What’s letting Nico enjoy painting your throat white without having to wait too long just the once?

Letting out a roar as Vash feels his knot starting to push past your opening before catching on your walls and locking him into your welcoming sex. “Then fucking cum beta, make sure our omega drinks it all down.” One of his long arms snaps forward to grab Nico’s shoulder and forcing him to close the distance so Vash can plunge his tongue into the other man’s mouth in tandem with his cock inside you.

Both men groaning in your ears and the feeling of being split open as both of them pump their seed into you sends you over the edge. With your nose deep into the mess of curls around Nico’s base you smell the musk of his arousal and sweat, using it to ground you from passing out and to keep breathing through your nose. Using it to moan around him as you tip over that edge once more.

When they break the kiss for air, Nico notices your slight distress moving away just enough that you can pull your mouth from his cock. Groaning again when you look at him with a look of pure debauchery as you slowly stick out your tongue to show him the spatter of white on the muscle. “Fuck me.” Hissing as you make a show of swallowing it.

“Oh don’t worry my beta, I plan to.” A devilish grin that seems out of place on his face Vash can feel the burning in his gut growing once more. You, now that you don’t have to fear passing out, let your eyes close as you need to rest for a moment. The omega in you content to belong to a pack and aware you are far from done.

Almost a full day later, you pant under the sheets of Nico’s bed too exhausted to move. “So. When are we talking about what we just did.”

“Later” both men whisper, equally as exhausted.

“After a nap?”

“Yes.” You want to laugh at how funny it is, but that takes effort. Instead, you let yourself drift off, a nap sounds wonderful, and you’re curled up with the two people you think you can easily spend the rest of your life with.

Well... I tried

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b1mbodoll · 1 year

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nicho calling you "princess" while he fucks away your virginity😵‍💫😵‍💫

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: blood + virginity + creampies + corruption + fingering + pregnancy + praise + dacryphilia

💌: i got this as soon as i opened the app and i think its a sign to elaborate on this :3

nicholas is the sweetest bf you could ever ask for ☹️ treats you so nicely n never tries to overstep ur boundaries when it comes to sex. but he’s so desperate to fuck your pussy open for the first time he cant stop himself from flippin’ ur skirt up n rubbing ur clit through your panties

“feels good doesnt it, pretty?” his voice is so raspy, deep and laced with arousal, makes you unable to do anything but grab his wrist n fuck yourself on his fingers.

when he makes you cum ur nearly crying from the pleasure, body jerking as he talks you through your orgasm.

“that’s it, sweet girl. so good f’me,” he doesnt stop his fingers for a second, just pulls ur panties to the side before swiping at your hole, collecting your juices n sucking them into his mouth.

his perverted actions make you moan n he cant help but ask, “can i fuck you, baby? promise i’ll make you feel so good.” the desperation in his voice is so clear n you agree because the thought of him impaling you on his fat length is too good to pass up.

“please fill me up nicho! want you t’knock me up ‘nd use my virgin pussy.” you pout as you beg him to make you feel good, cunt dripping when he glides his cock between your pussylips.

nicholas coats his cock in your wetness, slipping inside inch by inch, being careful not to hurt you too much but the pain only serves to makes you clench around his, whimpering loudly when he bullies his way past your hymen, blood trickling down his shaft and even his balls.

“takin’ my dick so well, princess dont cry, promise you’ll feel even better soon.” your boyfriend wipes away your tears as he continues to pound your hole, his hips moving sloppily as his orgasm approaches and he empties himself deep inside of you, his cockhead hitting your cervix.

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sorrowsofsilence · 12 days

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1986 • ruffilo

Pairing: Best Friend!Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF, Smut 18+ (car sex, PnV, pls wrap it b4 u tap it, fem!receiving).

Summary: Two friends living life in 1986, playing laser tag and going on drive-in dates , confessing their feelings that maybe they're more than friends.

note: eeeeeee, i love him so. (songs are Birdmad Girl - The Cure / Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode)

You never truly realize how much you care for someone until you're three rounds deep into laser tag, dominating as a duo.

Ruffilo's contagious laughter reverberated around the dimly lit arena, the blacklight illuminating the neon artwork adorning the walls.

Your vest glowed in bright pink, matching your best friend's as you both weaved through the narrow corridors, being cautious not to trip over the shoddily painted plywood flooring.

With your finger poised on the plastic trigger, you aimed your phaser at the enemy targets ahead.

"Strategy number four?" Nicholas shouted over the pulsing bass of the synth music blaring in your ears.

You gave him an enthusiastic nod and grin before turning around, back-to-back with him in position, ready for anyone to approach from either in front or behind.

The two of you advanced together up to the top level of the arena, past the colourful graffiti. Glancing to the side, you spotted a flash of blue from your peripheral vision and swiftly fired off a shot as the nimble body slid behind a wall. Miss.

"Blue vest, four o'clock!" you called out, and Nicholas rotated with you seamlessly, maintaining your formation until the blue vest came into view again from around the corner.

Ruffilo expertly aimed and fired his phaser, deactivating the light on the vest and eliciting an exasperated groan from the teenage target.

"Again?!" the teen exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat before retreating down the ramp, waiting for his vest to reactivate.

"One minute remaining!"

The announcement echoed throughout the dark arena, and you nodded at Nicholas before splitting up and sprinting to opposite sides to rack up as many points as possible before time ran out.

The frenzied last minute was a blur of neon lights, with the synth music now morphing into an adrenaline-pumping rush. Unseen enemies emerged from the shadows, the blacklight making their teeth glow as they snarled with playful determination.

A green vest sprang up from behind a barricade, but you were quicker, firing off a shot and hitting the target smack in the middle as you slid onto your knees, the black jeans you wore sliding along the wood, all while scuffing your new chucks.

The satisfying beep of your phaser confirmed your score, and you couldn't help but giggle at the surprised expression on the enemy's face as he trudged off, disappointed. It was worth the carnage of your attire.

"Thirty seconds remaining!"

Nicholas was not far, moving deftly around the abandoned fortress, his pink vest glowing in the dark. He had moved back to the second floor, and you watched as he took down three opponents in quick succession before disappearing into a maze of neon obstacles.

Fifteen seconds; your heart pounded in sync with the countdown. A streak of orange and yellow rushed past you as you sprinted back to the center of the arena.

"Ten seconds remaining!"

As the final countdown began, your heart pounded in your chest with the rhythm of the music. You caught sight of a purple vest and took your shot - a direct hit. But then, you felt a strange sensation; a sudden heat on your back.

You turned around just in time to see a yellow vest grinning at you from behind an obstacle; but before she could shoot, her vest turned grey, and you glanced to see Nicholas standing behind, phaser pointed outward with a smile.

His grey eyes gleamed with competitiveness and excitement as he gave you a thumbs up, and you grinned, biting your tongue as you nodded toward him, passing a silent thank you.

"Five... four.... three..."

You quickly darted behind a wall next to your best friend, chests heaving in sync as you shared another grin.

"Two... one... GAME OVER!"

The lights in the arena suddenly brightened, and the pulsating music slowed down to a stop. A chorus of groans and cheers filled the room as you both walked out of the arena, placing your vests onto the rack before lacing your arms together, faces flushed.

It wasn’t new to walk arm and arm, but for some reason, this time, your skin tingled against his, even more so than usual.

Nicholas smiled down at you as he then bumped his shoulder into yours, the mechanical voice of the scoreboard announcing the winner.

“Team Pink wins!”

You exchanged high-fives with Nicholas, grinning proudly at each other as your hearts pounded through the adrenaline.

"I knew we'd win," Nicholas said, trying to stifle his laughter. His eyes twinkled with pride as he watched you in awe.

You blinked up at him, an unexpected warmth in your chest, and an odd fluttering sensation in your stomach. You felt your cheeks heating up again under his gaze, but tried to ignore it.

“We always win. They’re going to get sick of us,” You laughed, the two of you walking to your shared locker.

Nicholas grinned at you as he slipped on his leather jacket, his eyes sparkling under the arcade lights. He ran a hand through his dishevelled brunette hair, causing a few strands to fall into his eyes endearingly, "We make a great team."

The words hung in the air between you two like an unspoken promise, a hidden code that only you both understood. And maybe it was the adrenaline high or the after-effects of victory, but everything seemed a little bit brighter- a little bit warmer with him by your side.

You and Nicholas had been attached at the hip ever since you met three years ago. He came into the record shop you worked at looking for the new, at the time, Journey album, frontiers.

It was so popular, that the only copy you had left was the one you saved for yourself; but when you locked onto those doe grey eyes, you couldn’t help but cave, handing over your beloved copy to the stranger who made your heart race.

The way his face lit up had made your entire day- and he swore he’d repay you by bringing you exactly 5 Twinkies.

And he did bring five Twinkies, the very next day.

Not just that, he brought you an extra one every single time he visited the record store after that.

Oddly enough, it had become your thing - his way of saying thank you for sharing your favourite band's album with him, which was your way of reminding him over and over that he owed you nothing.

But Twinkies were delicious, and he was cute, so who were you to say no?

After a year of this routine, Nicholas confessed that he'd been banned from every grocery store in town for buying too many Twinkies. The general store that got the most business confronted him, accusing him of re-selling them.

Yet you both burst into laughter, clutching onto each other as tears prickled in your eyes. How would you tell the owner that really, the two of you just liked the delicate pastry?

But even then, whether it was his dedication to repay you or his general kindness, something about Nicholas drew you in.

He was like a moth drawn to the flame of your friendship, and just like the moth, you couldn’t resist even though you knew it could be dangerous.

Considering the two of you were in long-term relationships with other people, at the time.

Yet, dangerous or not, you couldn't imagine a life without Nicholas. Whether it was his infectious laughter that always managed to lift your spirits or the way he could always find the perfect song to match your mood, Nicholas was more than just a best friend.

He was your confidante, your partner in crime, your shoulder to cry on when life got tough.

Most importantly, he was the one person who had never let you down. The one who made you truly happy.

The morning was rainy, nothing out of the ordinary as you sat on the loveseat in your living room. Your walkman was blaring a mixtape of The Cure and The Smiths, two of your best friend’s favourite bands.

As you were finally getting comfy in the cushions, you heard a knock on the window.

Nicholas had peered in from the outside, holding his shoulders in protection as you scrambled to open the door, watching him step in soaking wet and shivering.

You didn't ask what happened when you saw his sorrowful expression – you just ushered him inside and wrapped him in a warm blanket, sitting him down and getting him a warm drink.

He sat quietly for a while; the only sounds in the room were the pattering of rain on the glass, and his occasional sips from the mug.

Then suddenly, he had started sobbing.

You didn't know what happened – all you knew was that he needed you.

So, you moved closer, wrapping an arm around him and letting him lean onto your shoulder as he cried.

His sobs eventually faded into hushed whimpers, his body shaking with the occasional hiccup.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he leaned into you. "I didn't know where else to go."

"You don't have to apologize," you had told him, running your fingers through his damp hair in an attempt to soothe him. "I'm always here for you, Nicky. You know that."

He had finally looked up at you then, eyes red and swollen from crying but still holding that same mesmerizing grey glow that drew you to him every single time.

"We broke up," he admitted in a hoarse voice, the words hanging heavy in the air.

The feeling of your heart clenching in shared pain made you sigh, pulling him into an embrace.

Ruffilo wrapped his arms around your body, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he cried. He felt warm and perfect against your skin; but you mourned with him, holding his body protectively.

It had now been two months since your ex left you; so you knew this pain all too well.

Nicholas’ sobs subsided over time, leaving only soft sniffles and the steady rhythm of his breathing. Even after he'd quieted down, you continued to hold him, offering silent support as he curled into your side.

He eventually broke away from your embrace with a sheepish smile.

"Thanks," he mumbled, looking at you with eyes that held a depth of gratitude that couldn't be put into words.

It was then that you realized how close you were.

You could see the streaks made by tears on his face, the way his hair was sticking up in odd places from where you had run your hands through it.

He looked vulnerable - and yet there was a strength in him that took your breath away.

His gaze was serious as he looked at you, raw emotion swimming in the depths of his eyes. You could see a mixture of pain, confusion, and something else...something that made your breath hitch in your throat.

Coughing, you pulled away as your chest warmed, before suggesting something the two of you had become quite fond of.

“Wanna go play laser tag?”

And now here you were, watching him tuck his hair behind his ears in the neon lit lobby, your heart clenching again.

Something felt different. It wasn't the elation of your shared victory, nor was it the exhausted yet fulfilled sensation that came after a game well played.

It was something much deeper. Something you knew you felt all this time, but were too ignorant to let free.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Nicholas shut the locker door with a bang, snapping you out of your thoughts.

The brunette turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze before he suddenly looked away, his cheeks flushed under the dim lights.

"Do you want to grab a bite? I'm starving," he suggested, trying to sound nonchalant as he ran his fingers through his hair again. A habit he only did when nervous.

You nodded enthusiastically, tucking your hands into the denim jacket you wore, pulling the hood of your sweater beneath it upon your head.

As you walked side by side towards the arcade exit, you couldn't help but steal glances at your best friend.

Was it the blacklight, or was there a newfound glow about him? His smile was more infectious than usual. It reminded you of the first time he visited the store, his face glowing with excitement.

The same glow was in his eyes now, despite the recent tears.

Your favourite diner was open late, serving greasy burgers and shakes; a perfect end to an evening of laser wars.

You both were regulars, as Nicholas was particularly fond of their double bacon cheeseburger.

As you slid into your spot, a familiar red vinyl booth, a thought struck you.

These outings- the laser tag games, the shared Twinkies, the late-night diner visits- they weren’t just friendly hangouts anymore.

Or maybe they weren’t ever just friendly.

The two of you sat across from each other, huddled over the sticky Formica table as you chatted and laughed about anything and everything.

Nicholas's smile seemed to take up his whole face in the yellowing light of the diner, and you found yourself drawn to it. Drawn to him.

His sadness from this morning felt like forever ago, and your heart fluttered as his hand grazed yours as he reached for your shared drink, taking a sip.

"So," Nicholas began, twirling a fry in his hand as he met your gaze.

“So,” you echoed, watching him with a raised brow, reaching for the cup now, taking the straw into your mouth.

"I've been…thinking."

"Yeah?" You replied, your own hands growing still as you watched him attentively.

He nodded, setting down the fry and leaning back. His gaze never left yours, every bit as captivating as they always were. "Yeah…about us," he finally said.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, your stomach fluttering in response. Whatever nervousness had gripped Nicholas earlier, seemed to have transferred onto you now.

Ruffilo swallowed hard before continuing, "I was the one who broke up with Spencer…”

The silence hung in the air like a heavy fog, and you could see the anxiety creeping into Nicholas's expression.

Your mind began to spiral, his sadness from earlier lingering in your mind. If he left them… why was he so upset?

Yet you gave him an encouraging nod, urging him to continue.

"I... I broke up with Spencer because of you," he confessed, his eyes darting to the side as if the confession was too big for him to say out loud.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind reeling at this revelation. Nicholas was silent for a moment, wringing his hands together nervously under the table.

The rubber of his vans tapped the floor anxiously, "I realized..." he began again, his voice soft, "I realized that it was you I wanted to be with.”

His words filled your ears, wrapping around you like a blanket of elation, limbs growing warm as the tingle of his confession sunk in.

"I didn't mean to fall for you," he confessed, looking back at you now with an intensity that made your stomach twist with anticipation. His gaze was pleading and full of regret as if he feared the consequences of his confession.

"No..." you whispered, a soft denial of his fears, not his feelings., “You aren’t alone.”

He watched you from across the table, almost hopeful.

“I didn’t mean to fall for you either, Nicky.”

A gasp of relief escaped Nicholas' lips as he stared at you, his grey eyes wide with disbelief; as if he was trying to comprehend the words he'd been longing to hear.

A moment of silence stretched between the two of you, and the air was thick with unspoken words as the bustle of the diner dimmed around you.

"You mean..." Nicholas began, but trailed off again, this time with a glimmer of hope in his eyes that dared him to believe this wasn't just a dream.

You gave your best friend a nod of affirmation, heart pounding so hard you could barely hear yourself think, "I mean it, Nicholas. I... I feel the same way about you."

The words hung heavy in the air between the two of you, each syllable sinking in slowly. You watched as he processed your admission, a flurry of emotions crossing his brows before relief spread across his face.

His shoulders visibly relaxed as he let out a breathless laugh and ran a hand through his hair again - a nervous habit indeed - but this time it was accompanied by a grin that reached his eyes.

"Bitchin…” he mumbled before continuing, “I- I don't even know what to say.”

You chuckled lightly and teased, "That's a first."

Ruffilo laughed too, the sound filling the air around you in a delicate melody.

He squeezed your hand gently and then let go, leaning back into his seat while watching you.

“Well, Y/N,” the brunette smiled, “Would you like to join me on a date?”

You pondered a moment, placing your finger on your chin playfully, “Hmm. I might need to check my schedule.”

Nicholas rolled his eyes, grinning again.

"Sure you will," he responded, chuckling as he shook his head at your jest. The tension had finally eased, and the atmosphere between you was as light as it always had been, but now with a newfound hue of affection permeating through.

“I’m deadly serious,” You said, nodding with folded arms.

He let out a dramatic sigh, playfully leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table as he gave you a teasing smile, "And here I thought you were easy to convince."

"Maybe I am," You finally relented, your smile matching his as you met his gaze. "But only for you, Ruffilo."

His eyes widened slightly at your words, his cheeks tinged pink under the diner’s fluorescent lights.

"Only for me?" He asked quietly, his gaze warm and full of affection as he watched you.

You nodded with a soft smile, reaching over to take his hand in yours. "Only for you."

"It's a date then,” he finally managed to utter, his voice shaky but full of happiness. You could tell he was trying his best to control the tremor of excitement running through him.

"Yes, it’s a date," you confirmed, your voice barely louder than a whisper as though afraid someone else could hear the secret promise between the two of you.

As Nicholas drove you home in his old beat-up car, you couldn't help but take quick glances at him from time to time. His eyes were focused on the road, yet you noticed how he nervously wiped his hands on his thighs every so often.

He let his fingers drum on the steering wheel, before asking, “Would you like to go to the drive-in?”

"Isn't that a bit too cliche?" You teased.

Nicholas chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road but unable to hide the grin creeping onto his face, "I suppose it is, but I thought we could embrace the cliche," he replied, “Besides, I have something in mind that might make it a little unique.”

You couldn’t help but feel intrigued, “Oh really? And what would that be?”

He flashed you an enigmatic smile, and your chest warmed at the mystery in his eyes, "That would be telling," he retorted, the corners of his lips turning upwards into a charming smirk.

The only movie playing was the new Aliens, which left an uneasy feeling in your stomach as Ruffilo pulled up.

Yet, as you glanced over to see Nicholas pulling out a small portable radio from the backseat, your curiosity piqued.

"What's that for?" you quizzed, eyeing it with amused bewilderment. "I thought we were here to watch a movie?"

Nicholas gave a knowing smile, setting the radio up on the dashboard. "We are," he replied, "But who says we have to listen to their audio?"

He tuned the radio until a familiar tune wafted through the crackling speakers.

This girl has got a smile That can make me cry This girl just burns with love She's burning, burning deep outside

"Ah," you laughed in understanding, "So we watch Aliens but pretend it's all just an extensive music video?"

He gave a triumphant nod, "Exactly! Told you I'd make it unique."

With that, he parked the car in a secluded spot, letting the radio play between the two of you in the car.

Night time, night time sets my house on fire Oh, I'll turn into the melting man I'll lose my life to feel I feel desire

Sliding closer to Nicholas he wrapped an arm around your shoulder- something that normally wouldn’t leave you nervous- but this time made your stomach swirl with butterflies.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music. His gaze was steady on yours, the faint glow from the drive-in screen shimmering in his eyes.

"Never better," you replied, a soft smile spreading across your face as you nestled into him. You then added, "This was a good idea."

"I aim to please," he returned with a smirk, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulder. His eyes flickered back to the movie screen, but his mind was elsewhere.

The tension in the car had shifted again, this time to something much more intimate and private.

Your heart pounded as you turned to look at him as he continued to watch the screen, his profile illuminated by the distant light. Your best friend was always handsome – that’s undeniable – but tonight, there was a different aura about him.

A raw vulnerability and softness that tugged at your chest.

With a deep breath, you made a move, lacing your fingers with his.

He turned to look at you, surprise evident in his eyes. But it quickly melted into a gentle warmth as he gave your hand a soft squeeze, entwining his inked fingers with yours.

The connection sent sparks up your arm, making your pulse quicken in response.

His gaze fell to your linked hands before returning to meet your eyes. A soft smile played on his lips as he gently stroked his thumb over the back of your hand, a simple act that sent waves of affection and warmth through your body.

Burn wild, wild, wild, and never turn away Oh, sends me all her love, she sends me everything She sends me everywhere

His eyes were soft, glimmering under the moonlight as he looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

"Y/N," he started, his voice barely a whisper. He seemed unsure, a slight tremble interrupting his words.

"Nicky?" you answered gently, encouraging him to continue.

"It's just…” he paused, swallowing hard before continuing, “I don’t want anything... I mean... I’m worried about moving too fast.”

Your face warmed, awaiting his words.

“But I really want to kiss you.”

The intensity in his face made your breath hitch, caught off guard at his honesty. For a moment, you were silent, taking in the weight of his words. His eyes searched yours for any sign of reaction, the atmosphere between you two becoming thick with anticipation.

"Nicholas," you started, holding his gaze. The warmth of the moment was enough to set your heart racing, yet there was also an inexplicable calm that washed over you, "I want you to kiss me too."

His face relaxed into a relieved smile as he gently caressed your cheek with his free hand. The touch sent a delightful shiver down your spine, making your heart flutter with excitement. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he inched closer, his breath hitching ever so slightly.

Nicholas slowly leaned in, maintaining eye contact till the very last second when his eyes fluttered shut.

His lips were soft and firm as they latched onto yours with need, an intimacy in that shared silence only broken by the quiet hum of an 80's ballad playing on the radio, and the low murmur of the movie in the background.

It was as if time had stilled for this moment, allowing you two to explore this newfound love at your own pace.

His hand left yours to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hands found their way into his hair, the soft strands tickling against your fingertips.

And when you pulled away, the faint taste of mint from his earlier chewing gum lingered between you two, creating a flavour that was uniquely Nicholas.

You couldn't help but smile at him, your fingers gently tracing his cheekbone as you whispered, "That...was worth the wait."

“Really?” He whispered, leaning to press his forehead against yours, brushing your noses together.

You nodded, watching him in awe before kissing him again, taking his bottom lip between your teeth.

A shaky breath left his lips as he pulled you closer, allowing you to control the kiss with your tongue.

It was a feeling of bliss that seemed to stretch on forever, his touch electric against your skin, his pulse a rhythm matching yours.

His tongue traced yours slowly, the sweet intimacy of each action leaving you breathless as he pulled you onto his lap, allowing you to straddle his waist.

Every trace of his fingers against your skin as they slid up the back of your sweater, sent a shiver down your spine; every soft gasp from him was like a plea for more.

His lips never left yours as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently on the strands. The kiss became more intense, and more passionate, and before you knew it you were both fighting for breath in between kisses and soft touches.

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

The radio continued to play an array of songs, drowning out the sounds of the movie that was now nothing more than background noise. You pulled away to catch your breath, resting your forehead on his and staring deep into his eyes.

Words failed him as he traced circles on your thighs with his fingertips, causing shivers to run down your spine.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he saw your reaction to his touch - a reaction that only served to boost his newfound confidence.

Your fingers entwined in his hair again, tugging softly when his lips began to trail down your neck. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped your lips as his teeth grazed over the sensitive skin, and a delightful shiver coursed through your body when his tongue darted out to soothe the mark he had left.

His hands continued their exploration, memorizing every curve and dip of your body.

Nicholas paused, pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes. There was a question in his eyes, a silent enquiry for consent, and you gave him a nod, a clear affirmation reflected in your eyes. His lips curved into a soft smile, his fingers tracing the hem of your shirt before he gingerly lifted it over your head.

As his eyes roved over you reverently, as though you were an exquisite work of art ready to be cherished and adored, your skin burned under his fervent gaze.

Nicholas leaned in again, capturing your lips in another intoxicating kiss, creating a rhythm only the two of you knew as he etched his memory into the canvas of your skin.

His lips ghosted over your neck again, peppering soft kisses down to your collarbone.

"You're beautiful, Y/N," he murmured against your skin as you pulled his shirt off his body, tossing it to the back of the car.

Flipping your bodies, Ruffilo hovered over you, pressing your back into the faux leather seat. Allowing his fingers to graze down your chest, every touch was a reverberation of desire echoing through your chest and spilling into every part of you.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as he left a trail of kisses down your chest, his hand skimming along the waistband of your jeans until he pulled the denim down your legs.

Leaving you only in your underwear, he smiled, absorbing all of you with his eyes before delving his head between your legs in fervour.

You arched up against him as the warmth from his mouth seeped through the fabric, heating your skin underneath. The sensation elicited soft moans from you, each one encouraging him further.

His name echoed rhythmically in the confined space of the car, the sweet sound making him shudder with pleasure.

Your best friend’s hands moved to the sides of your panties, fingertips tracing the elastic band before slowly sliding them down your legs and discarding them onto the back seat. He paused for a while, savouring the view before him like an artist appreciating his masterpiece.

Opting for a slow exploration, he took his time to taste and discover every inch of you. His tongue glided over your most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

Your hand found its way back into his hair, tugging slightly harder than before as a wave of ecstasy washed over you. Your moans grew louder, each one turning into a chorus of his name, fueling his desire to take advantage of the fact you were finally his.

Nicholas indulged himself at your core, lost in the taste and texture that was uniquely you. He slid his inked fingers along your core as his tongue pressed against you, before sinking them into your body as you arched with need.

Your body trembled under his touch as he continued to move inside you, the heat and wetness amplifying the pleasure.

A low growl vibrated against your skin as he took in the sight of you writhing beneath him, your eyes tightly shut and lips parted in bliss.

He never faltered, his tongue and fingers working in a perfect rhythm that left you spiralling towards your climax. It was an intimate dance between two lovers, a sweet symphony that echoed through the silent night of newfound devotion.

Gasping his name, your hands gripped his shoulders as your body convulsed under an onslaught of pleasure, rutting into his mouth. With an arm across your pelvis, he tried to hold you down, yet the car shook with your movements, windows steaming up from the heat generated within.

His name was a chant on your lips as wave after wave washed over you, leaving you panting in its aftermath.

Nicholas slowed his movements, helping you ride out the aftershocks before sliding back up to your lips, and swallowing your moans.

"You okay?" he murmured against your lips, his voice a gentle whisper in the quiet car. You nodded, leaning into his warmth and threading your fingers through his hair once again.

"I need you" you murmured softly, your voice shaky with residual pleasure, “I don’t care if it’s too fast. You want me. I want you.”

His eyes widened slightly, but the raw need in your gaze was enough to urge him foward.

He fumbled awkwardly with his jeans in the tight space of the front seat before slipping them off.

His boxers followed suit shortly after, leaving him exposed before you.

You reached out to touch him tentatively, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the contact. Your hand moved over his desire slowly, exploring him with a delicate curiosity that had his lips parted in pleasure.

Before you could continue he gripped your wrist, holding you still before sitting back and pulling you onto his lap as he caught your lips in another kiss.

Nicholas paused to meet your gaze with a hand on your hip and the other guiding himself to your entrance. His eyes shone with unspoken words, his heart pounding against his ribcage as his face warmed with admiration.

You guided him slowly, gasping as you felt his body fill yours.

Nicholas’ grip tightened on your hip as he moaned into your mouth, a small whimper escaping from his lips that made your heart race even faster, ears heating with excitement.

Nicholas moved with you slowly, languidly pacing that left you begging for more.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered against your neck.

You smiled into his cheek, breathing out a laugh as you let his hands guide your hips in a repetitive motion along his body.

"You're so big," you returned, your voice a soft purr in his ears, sending delicious shivers down to his very core. Each slow, deliberate movement of your hips driving him deeper into you was an exquisite torture, leaving him wishing he had just confessed his feelings years ago.

He had loved you all this time.

Nicholas closed his eyes, succumbing to the raw sensations of your body wrapped around him. His fingers dug into your thighs with need as you moved in sync, the friction causing both of you to moan in erotic harmonies.

It was intoxicating. You were intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

His name escaped your lips again as he held you up, fully pounding into you from beneath.

A gasp tumbled from your lips when he altered his angle, hitting a spot that made lights dance behind your closed eyes. "Nick," you moaned out, pressing your fingers into his shoulders.

Your words were coated with a desperate tone that had him complying without second thoughts. The need to satisfy you, to worship and adore you in every way possible clouded his mind.

“Fuck-” He cursed, and you watched as his brows furrowed in desperation, eyes squeezing shut before he stilled.

Watching him fall apart inside of you as he released left your thighs squeezing together in desire, pushing you to your own orgasm.

He watched you in awe as you came undone with him filling your body, and he held your neck, pulling you against him once again, pressing his lips to yours.

Your wet bodies, sticky and warm from the remnants of your passion, clung together as if they feared separation.

“Y/N,” He said softly, your name mumbled against your lips.

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

“I want to be with you forever.”

You nodded, panting into his chest before smiling. Sliding off his body the two of you dressed, relishing in the intimacy shared moments ago.

Nicholas tucked your hair behind your ears, watching you with adoration before leaning down and reaching into the glove box.

With a raised brow you watched him pull out the pastry with a grin, holding it toward you.

“Twinky?”

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hello uhm I recently just followed your account because I am very interested in the way you write smut stuff or au's in general and hope your gonna like my idea <3

can you please do legal line like including Jo and yuma considering they are I think 19? and whether they are sub or dom <3

if you are not comfortable with writing it it's totally fine<3

and uhm I already asked so much questions but can I be 🤍anon? but if it's not alright its fine<3

-anon

Of course! you can be 🤍anon! I'm sorry I replied so late, I wanted to finish your request by the time I reply ໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა I'm so glad you love my way of writing! and I hope you'll enjoy this post and my upcoming future posts as well!

&Team legal line : Dom&Sub Dynamic˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

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Pairing : &Team legal line x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

K – Hard Dom

Literally I cannot see K as anything other than a hard dom. No matter how cutesy he acts normally, in bed he’s a beast no doubt. He’s the kind of dom who would set out a whole reward and punishment system from the very beginning. But really it didn’t matter because for you both reward and punishment represents the same thing – pleasure. You don’t even have to request him for any experiments you wanna try out, because he is the most experimental bitch okay. He’s flexible as fuck too so he’ll fuck you in every possible position and make you cum and squirt in each of them. And it’s not just the positions that he’ll be experimenting on, expect to be trying out all sorts of toys in his sight all night until you’re all spent and passed out in the morning. He’ll also edge you as punishment, pulling out his fingers every time you felt your orgasm approaching leaving you whining and sobbing. As reward, he’ll overstimulate you, swirling his tongue skillfully around your clit while pounding three of his digits into your dripping pussy till you feel all numb and dumbified. Dirty talk 100% too, harsher words if its angry sex of course. Prepare for him to degrade you, mock you and tease you in every possible vocabulary ever.

“You wouldn’t want euijoo to see how much of a slut you are right~?”

Fuma – Soft Dom

His body maybe built as fuck but his heart has such a sweet spot for you. He’s more of a lovey dovey person rather than a degrader. But that doesn’t stop him from destroying you with his huge girthy cock though. He’ll pour out praises and whines while pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Bro is a softy at heart but he’s definitely not soft down there. Would repeatedly whine your name out loud when he started chasing his own orgasm. 100% into breeding you so bad, just watching your pussy getting filled to the brim with his seed to the point your stomach started swelling up at one point. He’d lose his mind from just that sight. Definitely a cum eater. He would pull out after filling you up, before kneeling on his knees, head between your legs and started lapping up the mixture of your and his cum that spills out your stretched pussy.

“You look so cute… falling apart on my tongue baby..~”

Nicholas – Wild Switch

Feel like everyone in the legal line has their own chosen sides like either dom or sub accurately but this dude, this bitch got no sides, because he be taking every role. All depends on your request. If you say you wanted to take the lead, he’ll definitely lay himself beneath for you to use him however you want. But he’ll still definitely be bratty about it though, would piss you off, mocking you, saying how what you’re doing to him is so ineffective and weak, just so you would grow wilder. But if you put him in charge though… bro turns into K honestly. You cannot stop this man. He is like K number 2, he will have you moaning and gushing all over his cock until you’re on the verge of passing out. Not to mention, it’s very easy to make Nicho jealous, you can easily tell if your little mischievous plan works or not from the look on his face. He’ll drag you away to the nearest isolated area and break your mind with his cock.

“Fuck.. had your fun pissing me off huh~?”

Ej – Soft Sub

Whiny soft sub. That’s what Ej is. It’s just the easiest thing ever to make Ej blush. Just a small dirty little tease and he’s already up and ready, his face flushed. A subby pervert so any slight wording or action, could get his cock twitching to life. Once that happens, you’d best believe you’ve got a whole lot of responsibility on your hands now. Because that boy more specifically his girthy cock has infinite stamina, it ain’t gonna go down in just a few strokes hell no. Vanilla boy though but still could be rough if he’s feeling way too much pleasure. Once his cock is in your mouth, you bobbing your head licking and choking on it, in just a few seconds he’ll find his hands in your hair, pushing your head down in a swift. As you felt his tip goes deeper down your throat, you gagged around it rolling your eyes back. That sight alone could get Mr. Vanilla cumming in a whip, whining out little sorries as he shot his seed into your mouth.

“Aaah~ s-sorry love~ I’m sorry~ I can’t h-hold back..anymore..!”

Yuma – Soft Dom

This boy. This cute ass little kitty, he’s not so much of a kitty when he fucks though. Yuma’s the type of baby boy who would come up to you from behind while you’re cooking or washing the dishes, starts nibbling on your neck sweetly signaling you that he’s horny while rubbing his bulge against your back. There’s no way you could say no when you felt arousal starts pooling in your underwear from his mere actions. Yuma is the type of boyfriend who loves to fuck you with any type of outfits on. Bonus points if they’re intentionally sexy of course, but he still finds you sexy in anything. He’ll rip your skirt in an instant but when you try to get out of your apron, he’ll stop you, telling you that he’d prefer you with only an apron on. You agreed to his little suggestion, taking your top off as well staying only in your apron. It only took a second until he’s pounding into you in a heated state.

“Noona~ you look so good.. exposed for me like this~”

Jo – Average Dom

Shy Jo is definitely a dom but he neither leans on the hard side nor the soft side. He’s just in the middle level kind of dude. But that doesn’t mean he can’t go rough with you. This cute baby-faced cutie could definitely destroy your petite body into oblivion. 100% size kink. The height difference between you and him alone proves it too much. With your petite body, this boy wouldn’t show it on his face but he was secretly getting more and more turned on from how the huge bulge on your stomach was visible every time he pounds into you. But his excitement was definitely obvious from his twitching cock in you. You’d gasp suddenly when you could even feel him getting a bit bigger inside you. And it’s not just in fucking, he also loved and I mean LOVED it when your small mouth was filled with his cock. Your cheeks puffing up, tears welling up in your eyes, as you struggled to breathe, not being able to take it whole. He wouldn’t be too harsh but he would sometimes tug on your head and push your head, making you take more than you can, as he secretly gets turned on seeing the tiny droplets of tears hanging on the edge of your eyes fell down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“..love open wider now.. cmon you can take it..~ just a bit more~”

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you help me lose my mind - jolly x reader x nick

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader x Nicholas Ruffilo Warning: Swearing, consumption of alcohol, protected intercourse, fingering, oral sex (f recieving), hand jobs, a teeny tiny bit of angst Word Count: 4.1k Masterlist | PART 2 | Taglist Sign up

Your head doesn’t swim nearly enough for a place like this. Bodies are stacked against bodies, grinding against each other as the bass pounds through the air. You force your way through the crowd, pushing past the sweaty masses until the bar finally comes into view. The friends you came here with are long gone. You’ll reconvene in the morning, it always goes this way.

A rush of cool air blows into your face when you finally break through the crowd. You draw in a deep breath. The heat between the bodies is almost too much, and a part of you wants to dip out early. You shake the thought from your mind, though. You’re here to have a good time, and you’re not going to let a little bit of a bad mood get in the way of that.

You’re still not entirely sure how exactly your friend managed to get you into this industry party, or what kind of industry party it even is. But you’re here now, surrounded by good-looking people, and you only feel a little out of place.

The bar finally comes into sight, and really you can’t wait to down another drink. Perhaps not the healthiest way to cope with the anxious tingle in the back of your mind, but it’s the best you can do right now. You weave through the far less dense crowd until you find a free stool. As much as you like the look of these shoes, they are absolute hell after a while. A little break will be nice.

You order another drink. Something sharp that’ll make your throat burn in just the right way. And that’s when you spot them.

They’re awfully close, one just a little bit taller than the other, but not less intense. One of them has his hair pulled back in a low bun, while the others hangs down to his chest. You’re immediately caught staring. The taller one leans down, brushing his fingers against the other's cheek while he whispers something in his ear. You fight against the instinct to look away from them and instead fix the one with the bun with the same intensity he awards you with.

He smiles just a little bit, the corner of his lip quirking up just enough for you to see from across the bar. The taller one presses a kiss to the other's cheek before he removes himself. You lose track of him rather quickly and return your attention to the man that is still fixing you with that curious glare.

“Is this one free?”

You turn to see who the new arrival is, and find yourself faced with the counterpart of the man still staring at you.

You nod, and he slides in the empty spot next to you. A waft of a deep woodsy scent floods through your senses. His tall stature and the dark eyes that suddenly feel a lot warmer lure you in, perhaps a little too easily.

You patiently wait for his next move. Surely, he’s come here with some kind of plan.

He asks for your name, which you give in exchange for his.

Joakim.

He’s very effective in figuring out what you’re here with friends and not attached to anyone without it sounding creepy. You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had or the way he looks at you, but your head already swims with that dizzy feeling.

“I’ll be very honest with you, darling. Nick and I like to invite a third party sometimes. We liked how you look, and I think the three of us could have a lot of fun.” Between the earnest tone of his voice and the gentle warmth in the way he looks at you, you feel as if you could easily back out of this if you wanted.

If you wanted.

“You can say no, and I’ll go back over there, and you won’t see us again.” He continues, “And even if you say yes, you’re free to back out at any time. No hard feelings.”

You mull over it for a moment.

“Nick’s your —?”

“Boyfriend.”

“Is this something you do often?”

He shakes his head, “Finding the right person isn’t as easy as you’d think. But I promise you that we’ll take good care of you.”

“Where would we go?”

“We’re staying in the hotel down the street. But if you’d rather do this at your own place, that’s an option too. But I can understand that inviting two practical strangers into your home is not ideal either.”

“That nice hotel with the plant walls?”

He nods, “That’s the one.”

That really piques your interest. They’re both well-dressed, and you know that this particular hotel is fairly pricey. They are incredibly intriguing, and you simply can’t bring yourself to say no.

“How about you introduce me to your boyfriend, then?” you say, before throwing back the rest of your drink.

An almost wicked smile works his way onto his lips then.

You slide off your chair and following through the few stray people towards the other side. For now, you don’t feel very nervous about the whole thing. You’re sure that the nerves will make themselves known before long.

You’re formally introduced to Nick. From up close, he looks even prettier, and you can’t help but feel a little bit jealous of either of them, really.

You talk for a moment longer, just to break the ice. You learn that they’re in a band and just here for a couple of days. A real shame, you find yourself thinking.

Their room is gorgeous. They’re quite high up and their view over the city is fantastic. You’ve lived here for a few years, but you’ve never had the chance to see your home like this. You’re so focused on the new that you don’t notice Jolly coming to stand behind you.

His fingers brush across your bare shoulder, tearing you out of your trance.

“It’s a lovely view, isn’t it?” he asks quietly.

Before you can answer, though, Nick speaks up, “Best we’ve had so far, I’d say.”

You look over your shoulder to find him sat comfortably in one of the armchairs, watching the both of you intently.

Jolly leans in close, lips grazing against your neck. His breath fans across your skin, making the delicate little hairs stand straight up.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You can say no at any point. You’re the guest, so we’re playing by your rules. Is there anything that’s entirely off the table for you?”

You list off a few things, all of which he acknowledges and assures you will not be brought up tonight. You go over a few more safety things, before you finally feel his hands drifting lower on your body. His hands fit perfectly against your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“How about we give Nick an even better view?” He whispers, lips mere millimetres away from your skin.

A like of kisses is pressed along the length of your neck and shoulder. His hand brushes the thin strap of your dress down your shoulder.

You feel awfully exposed, despite the fact that you’re still entirely dressed. Nick’s piercing gaze seems to bore right through your defences. He watches intently as Jolly touches you, runs his hands along the sides of your body.

“Can I take off your dress?” He asks, lips barely lifting from your skin.

You nod, but Nick quickly shoots a pointed look your way, “Words.”

The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ll ask you again, can I take this off?” Jolly’s finger tugs at the thin strap.

“Yes. Please.” You catch yourself sounding a lot needier than you had hoped.

“Pretty and polite.” Nick replies, “Go ahead, honey.”

One hand leaves your side and wanders to find the zip of your dress.

You hold your breath as he drags it down. He’s so very gentle when he removes the garment from your body, taking care not to nick or pinch your skin. The fabric falls from your body. Jolly helps you step out of the garment, before he picks it up and places it on top of another armchair. When you had felt exposed today, you now feel like the main attraction at an exhibition. Their attention is entirely on you, and while Nick isn’t touching you, you can feel his eyes drift across every inch of your body.

“Sit on the edge of the bed for us, darling.” Jolly says just loud enough for you to hear.

You do as he asks, curious as to what exactly they have planned for you. You wonder if Nick is going to get involved, or if his enjoyment in this comes from watching his partner take someone else apart.

The two exchange a few whispered words that don’t reach your ears. Their exchange feels incredibly intimate. You catch a glimpse of Nick’s hand resting against Jolly’s waist. They kiss before Jolly returns to you, and you briefly wonder what they would look like together.

Jolly comes to stand in front of you. He towers above you, somehow even more impressive.

His hand comes to rest against your cheek.

You let him tilt your head upwards.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks softly, eyes flickering across your face, seemingly searching for a trace of hesitance.

“Please.” you gasp, suddenly feeling so very breathless.

It feels like hours pass until his lips finally meet yours. You let your eyes fall shut and allow yourself to sink into the feeling. Your lips part for him before he has the chance to ask. His hand leaves your cheek to curl into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Your own hands find his waist, as you try to ground yourself. He urges you backwards, coming to hover above you.

He trails kisses along the length of your neck and down the centre of your chest. Hands cover your breasts, as he descends further. Jolly sinks to his knees in front of you, and only when he is fully settled do his lips disappear from your skin. He undoes the small buckles of your shoes, placing barely there kisses against the insides of your ankles once he has removed each shoe.

“Lift your ass up for me.”

Once again, you wordlessly follow his order.

Your panties are swiftly removed from your body and tossed to the side. When you check out of curiosity, you see Nick pick them off the ground before he returns to his previous spot in the armchair. Your attention is torn from him, when you feel the scrape of teeth against the inside of your thigh.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” Jolly seals the words with a kiss to your other thigh, “You can lie back if that’s more comfortable for you. If you need a break, squeeze my hand twice.”

Another kiss is placed against your skin, higher this time. He urges your thighs further apart, before he dives into you. A first gentle lick draws against your folds and your hand curls around his. It’s dizzying. Sure, you’ve had someone between your thighs like this before, but Jolly seems to know exactly how to work you already.

His lips curl around your clit, sucking just harshly enough to make you gasp out loud. You don’t miss the low chuckle that sounds from the other end of the room. From there he drifts lower still, licks against your hole, tongue briefly dipping into your wetness.

“Does she taste as good as she smells?” You hear Nick ask then.

Jolly stays buried between your thighs for a brief moment longer, before he drags himself away from you, “She’s perfect. Aren’t you, darling?” He squeezes your hand gently.

“Might have to get a taste of my own next time.”

Next time.

The thought is quickly pulled from your head when you feel the first brush of a finger against your folds. You let yourself fall backwards against the bed, when he eases the digit into you.

“There you go.” His praise sears right through you, “You’re doing so well.”

You sigh when his finger sinks fully into you. He only has one finger inside, but you already feel so full of him. His finger curls against your walls, making you cry out in pleasure. He takes his time, slowly easing another finger into you. The thick digits stretch you open so deliciously. By now, you struggle to stay still in any kind of capacity. Your whines and moans fills the room, and you can feel yourself barrelling towards the inevitable end.

“You feel so good around my fingers.” Jolly speaks with a groan, “Bet you’ll feel even better around my cock.”

His fingers curl and spread inside you. That coil in your belly is growing more and more taut with every thrust into you. And then his thumb presses against your clit, making your hips buck up against him. Your hand grips his just a little tighter, and for a moment his movements slow as he seemingly tries to gauge if you need a break. When the second squeeze doesn’t come, he doubles down on his efforts. His movements speed up significantly. Your free hand wraps around the top sheet, trying to find some kind of purchase as you feel yourself falling apart.

You think that you feel his lips, his tongue against your clit again, but with how overwhelming the pleasure is, you can barely tell where up and down are. Your climax ebbs over you like a wave, slowly taking you apart tendon by tendon. He doesn’t falter, keeps the strokes of his fingers at a steady speed that has you whining and moaning with overwhelm.

You cry out his name as you come undone.

You’re sure that you’re bordering on incoherent. The only thing that matters at that moment is how good you feel, how good he makes you feel. The hand, you had previously wrought into the sheet, wraps around his wrist. The feeling goes from just right to too much within seconds, and you try to wriggle away from him.

“Too much?”

You nod desperately, trying to articulate what you wanted.

When you finally find the energy to turn your head, you find Nick with his shirt mostly undone, hand pressed against his crotch. He notices you looking at him and nods towards you, silently telling you to return your focus to the man between your thighs.

At some point, he had taken his shirt off, exposing his toned chest and stomach. You just catch him cleaning off his fingers on the top sheet. There’s a faint little smile on his face that makes your chest thump with a feeling you aren’t quite ready to deal with yet.

“Good to go on or do you need a break?” Jolly asks, as he sets himself upright again.

“Just a moment.” you reply, admittedly a little breathless.

He leans over you, to brush the hair sticking to your forehead away. His fingers trail across the side of your face, along your jaw, before he pulls away as if he’d been burned.

“I’ll get you a bottle of water.” he says quickly.

You remain lying down for a moment longer. You can hear Jolly rummaging through the minibar somewhere behind you. To your side, Nick eyes you curiously.

“He’s good, isn’t he? I know it can be a lot.”

You nod, not quite trusting your voice.

“I’m still here, you know.” Jolly cuts in.

He brushes his fingers through Nicks hair. The gesture is so tender that you feel a little like an intruder. You watch as Jolly presses a kiss to the other man's temple, before he tears himself away from him.

You take a good few sips of water, before handing the bottle back to Jolly.

“How are you feeling, darling?”

“Good.” You nod, now feeling a little more settled again.

“Do you want to keep going?”

You hadn’t realised it until just now, but the repeated check-ins made you feel incredibly safe.

“Please.”

Your whiny tone draws laughter from both men.

“They never say no, honey.”

You chose to ignore the pang of jealousy and instead reach out for him. Your hands find his waist again, carefully luring him back to you.

You’re sure that you’ll never get sick of the way he kisses you, the way his hand feels so large against your cheek.

He urges you back just a little bit before he undoes his belt and trousers. You watch in awe as he strips from his clothes. And now you understand why he’s taken so much time and care to prepare you.

He’s rock hard, leaking at the reddened tip. Jolly works his hand across his length, groaning when his palm brushes across the sensitive head.

You watch as he picks up a little foil package from the night stand. A part of you is glad that you don’t have to ask him for it. In previous encounters, you’d always been the one arguing for more protection, just to be disappointed by the reluctance of your partner.

Jolly places one knee on the bed in front of you.

“Ready, sweet girl?” He asks.

His hand is warm against the inside of your thigh, keeping you spread wide for him.

“Ready.”

Jolly guides the head of his cock towards your folds. He drags his tip through your wetness, before he brings it to your entrance. Despite knowing better, you hold your breath when he pushes into you. The stretch is almost overwhelming, even with his preparation.

One of his hands grips into your waist, while the other slowly guides his length into you. He pauses once he’s fully settled inside of you. His chest heaves with laboured breaths.

Your legs automatically wrap around his waist.

You force yourself to look at his face, only to find Jolly already gazing down at you. There’s a softness on his face that makes your breath catch in your throat. His now freed hand comes to brace himself against the mattress, allowing him to lean down to kiss you again. While he has your attention like this, he begins a slow but steady rhythm.

It’s dizzying.

You feel so very full of him, but at the same time it’s never enough. His pace slowly increases. Your body shakes with every thrust into you. Jolly somehow manages to hit all the right spots. His hand comes to grope at your breast. At the same time, his lips descend along your neck once more. You feel him pause at the junction of your shoulder and neck. The sting of him sucking a mark into your skin, does little to distract you from the way his cock feels inside of you.

He groans against your skin. Your own whines and moans fill your ears. And between the obscene slapping of skin against skin and the sounds the both of you make, you almost miss the rustling behind you. And it isn’t until the bed dips down behind you that you become curious about what is happening behind you. But Jolly, shifts your thighs around his waist, changing the angle just enough to tear your mind from it again.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good.” he gasps, “Gonna ruin me.”

His teeth scrape against your skin, drawing a wanton moan from you. Your hands shift to his back, nails digging into his back as he continues to piston himself into you.

His rhythm falters suddenly. When you follow his eyeline, you find Nick perched on the bed behind you. His hand is still pressing against the fabric of his trousers, not quite touching himself, but also not unaffected by what you’re doing.

“Got curious, my love?” Jolly asks, sounding rather breathless already.

The low murmur of Nick’s voice flies right over your head, but can’t bring yourself to care much. A different set of fingers brushes against the side of your face, and you stretch your neck further to catch just a glimpse of Nick.

You reach out for him, just managing to reach his thigh. He seems to understand what you want and scoots a little closer to the pair of you. Nick shifts your hand towards his crotch, allowing you to touch him properly.

He sighs when you press against him, “Just looked so good together.”

Nick helps you work your hand into his trousers. The angle isn’t ideal, and you struggle to find a good angle to move your hand along his length with the way you’re positioned. Even then, you think that he’s quite sizable. Your unsteady rhythm seems to be enough for him, though, as you hear a beautifully drawn out mess of gasps and moans from him.

You feel yourself staggering closer and closer to your second climax of the night. It’s all so intense. You're constantly torn between them. The pleasure painted across either of their faces makes you even dizzier.

“Getting close again, aren’t you?” Jolly asks, sounding as if he’s not far behind you.

You nod, moaning out a yes when he hits a particularly good spot inside you.

That seems to be enough to make him amp up his efforts even more. And a few harsh thrusts later, you feel the coil in your belly snap. You feel yourself cry out when it hits you, body growing tense with the overwhelming sensation that washes through you. Jolly finishes shortly after you, spilling into the condom. You’re still holding onto him, nails still digging into the skin of his back.

You feel Nick scooting closer to you, until he kneels at your side. With the better angle, it only takes a few more strokes until he spills his release across the skin of your belly. They kiss as he finishes, and you can’t tear your eyes away from them.

The aftermath is a blur. One of them wipes the residue of Nick’s release from your skin, before you’re cradled into someone’s arms. You find yourself settled between both of them. With Jolly’s arm wrapped around your middle, you feel incredibly safe and comforted.

Nick eyes you with an odd softness, and you feel as if there is something he wants to say.

“We’ll talk in the morning.” is the last thing you hear from him before you drift off.

You wake to an empty bed and for a brief moment you fear that they have left you just like that. Not that you would blame them. You hadn’t come here expecting more than a one-night stand. When you sit up, though, you find their clothes still placed on the armchairs. It’s not long before Jolly emerges from what you assume to be the bathroom. His chest is still bare, and his sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” he says with a soft smile, “Nick’s getting coffee. Do you want something?”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” you reply quickly, already surveying the room for your clothes.

“I asked, because we’d like to have you here for a bit longer.” he sits at the foot of the bed, “If you want to go, that’s a different story. But you absolutely do not have to leave.”

Instead of arguing further, you tell him your go-to order. You watch as he relays your order to Nick.

While you wait for him to return, you step under the shower. Jolly hands you a shirt to wear so that you don’t have to squeeze back into your dress just yet.

Nick returns a good twenty minutes later, arms loaded with three to-go cups and a bag of what you hope to be pastries. Seeing him looking much more comfortable in a hoodie and jeans makes you wish that you could see him like this all the time.

You talk over breakfast and come to the conclusion that you all enjoyed this night too much for it to just be a one time thing. Numbers are exchanged and promises are made to call when you have the chance. You end up staying for a while longer, luxuriating in their presence while they pack their bags.

The goodbye feels harder than it should have, seeing as you’ve only met them last night. Jolly hugs you tightly, pressing a soft little kiss to the corner of your lips. Nick’s embrace is just as tight, and you feel a pang of regret that you didn’t get to feel more of him. He kisses your cheek, sending a pleasant warmth through you. As you part, he promises that this won’t be the last time you see them, and that makes you feel a little bit better about leaving.

You’re barely out of the hotel when your phone pings with a notification from Nick.

We’ll be out here again in a few weeks. Can’t wait to see you again.

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omegabuck · 25 days

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༄ His breeding kink leads to him finishing deep inside you

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༄ He is pleased when he sees your legs shaking

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gothic-thoughts · 8 months

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Shut Up and Listen

(took WAY too long to realize out of all my Jojo content, ion have Jotaro 🙄)

Part4! Jotaro Kujo x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, DomesticAU, Babysitter!Reader, Boss!Jotaro

CW: ForbiddenAU, Jojo cheating?? afab parts mentioned, quiet quickie, unprotected cream🥧, tame words(nun vulgar)

Word Count: 1719 (give or take)

(A/n): sorry his first fic is a smut, I hate doing that tbh 😓

Jotaro took a deep breath as he walked to the front door ready to face the possibility of seeing his ex-wife's angry face. He reluctantly opens the door to see his daughter's sitter sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in hand and smiles. He sighed, releasing the breath he held back as his heart began pounding in his chest.

Since his wife filed for divorce, the only peace he could get after work was whenever (Y/n) was here, whether it be to watch over his 5-year-old daughter or just to check on him. Either way, Jojo's heart pounded against his ribcage just from being around her but it only added to his wife's suspicion of his adultery.

"Hey, Mr. Kujo." She whispers, "How was work?"

"(Y/n), please, you come over way too much to be so formal."

"Last time I called you 'Jojo' in front of your wife, she looked like she gonna tear my head off."

He scoffs, waving off the thought of her, “Yeah, I bet.”

(Y/n) chuckles softly as he takes off his shoes at the door and tiptoes across the living room's squeaky floorboards before gently sitting next to her much shorter stature.

"Wine after work?" He smiles, taking the other glass from the table. "You know me so well."

"You always complain about needing a drink so I brought."

"You probably need it more than I do, dealing with that one. How was she?"

She groans. "Tantrum."

"About?"

"He just hates resting for some reason. You know how kids are. Though, her mother coming over probably gave him a boost of energy

Jojo almost chokes on his wine, "Her mother? She was here you said? Why?"

"She said she came to see Jolyne for a bit but I feel like she was looking for you."

"Good grief, of course she was. Where is she now?"

"Her inn."

"Good. I don't think I can deal with another fight after a long day. I'm gonna snap." He sits up, "Anyway, did she say anything to you?"

“What do you mean?”

“Anything?”

"What, no not really. I mean, it doesn't matter, she was just..."

Jojo puts his drink on the coffee table. "What did she say to you?"

“Jotaro, I’m fine.”

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“She just...reminded me...of my job.”

He furrowed his eyebrows to figure out why his wife would feel the need to remind (Y/n) of her, but he quickly realized that was just it; his ex-wife was telling her to stay in her place. His eyebrows part and irritation instantly washes over his features as his beloved babysitter puts her glass down. “Listen, Jojo–”

"Don’t.”

“I only come over to watch your daughter. I don't know why I tried to go above and beyond by checking on you--”

“Because you’re amazing--”

“Because now your wife hates me. Like I’m pretty sure she fucking told the neighbors cuz they’re starting to look at me like I'm the worst person on Earth whenever I take Jolyne out."

The sudden sternness in the tone makes the man’s lips part before he bites the inside of his cheek in thought. They both look to the ceiling, listening for the sluggish pitter-patter of Jolyne’s footsteps making their way to the staircase—but it remains silent. Jojo sighs with relief and slides closer to her while she averts her gaze to the wine on the table. He rests a hand on her thigh.

“Sorry, it’s just--”

"No." He whispers, guiding her chin to face him, "I'm sorry for putting you through this. You deserve so much better than this.”

“What, no. It’s not you; your ex-wife’s just making life hard.”

He pauses, “Yeah, you’re right. But frankly, I could give a damn what she’s doing, I’m not letting you go—not if it’s not what you want.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Honestly, the highlight of my day is coming home to you and my daughter. I’m not letting that go for anything.”

“You...you serious?”

“You know I’m not one to joke about what I want. Or do I need to show you more recent proof?”

She nods then gasps as her boss quickly links his lips with hers. (Y/n)'s hands slide up his broad chest to yearningly grab his broad shoulders and rest the other on the back of his neck. They cup each other's faces and grasp at each other's shirts, groaning into each other's mouths for more.

Neither minded the amount of saliva due to their fervor as he picked her up and sat her on his lap. He holds her body so close that her breasts squish against him but pushes on his chest, breaking their forbidden kiss. Their lust-filled eyes open while they pant heavily on each other's reddened lips. Jojo's hand rests on her face, thumb swiping back and forth along her plush cheek.

"Sorry.” He whispers, “Didn’t know how much longer I could go without doing that.”

“What if someone sees?”

“Curtains are closed. Don't worry about it." He secures his hands under her thighs, "Let's go."

“Go where- oh!”

He carried her up the main steps, but instead of going to his room, he brought her to the guest room, a little farther away from his daughter's bedroom. He kicks the door shut before locking it, then sets her on her feet and continues to make out, sliding his long, white jacket down his arms and to the floor behind him. Their shirts were the next to go, being dropped at their sides before he pulled her hips closer, pressing his huge bulge into her pelvis.

“We do have to make this quick, though.” (Y/n) whispers breathlessly, "She told me she’d come back when you got off.”

“Shit, alright.” He picks her up again and walks to the available bed, where he mounts her, “Quick, got it.”

"Is this moving too fast? I mean..."

“We can stop now if you want.”

(Y/n) shakes her head, hands sliding down his side to his belts where she quickly unbuckles them. He looks down at her fingers and then back at her face with a small smirk. Before she knew it, his pants and boxers were down by his thighs while her leggings lay discarded on the hardwood floor. He tugs her underwear to the side and guides himself in with a breathless sigh from the tightness, head tilting back.

“Oh my...g-god.”

“Heh, sorry. Too quick?”

"Jus’ a little...big. Fuck Jojo."

He presses open-mouth kisses to her neck, "Not hurting you, am I?" He whispers.

“No...god, fuck no. Feels so fuckin’ good.

“I’m not even that deep yet.”

“I might go insane if you do. Just... jus’--”

“Oh yeah?”

The pads of Jotaro’s fingers dig into her hips as he pulls her closer to try to meet his base, but chuckles at the remaining inches between them.

(Y/n) grips his shoulders and curses under her breath, insides gripping him tightly, trying to stay sane while he stretched her wide. (Y/n) gasps out before biting her lip to keep her moans quiet when Jojo finally moves his hips at a slow yet deep rhythm.

He tried to keep it together but soft moans still came out while he gripped the sheets under her as his movements gradually became harder. (Y/n) shivers and groans at the change, arching her back slightly as euphoria ran up her spine. Once she moaned his name softly, he lost more of his composure and leaned down for another sloppy kiss in an attempt to keep himself from moaning.

"Jojo, don’t f’cking stop, please; oh my god.”

"I know we're farther from the front," He whispers against her lips, "But you gotta keep it down, ngh~"

She nods. "But you're going so deep...so-o deep. You feel so good."

"I know.... fuck, I know. Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight."

He lifts her legs to his broad shoulders, hips slamming against her ass over and over and creating the sound of heavy, wet slapping that fills the room. (Y/n)’s legs trembled so much from the deep strokes that she cried out only for him to cover her mouth and press his plump lips to her ear to shush her.

“Fuck, (Y/n).” Jotaro mutters, thrusts becoming harder, “You’re gonna wake my daughter if you keep that up.”

“But, ah, gonna cum. So close, Jojo, I’m so close~”

"Come on, cum for me then; that’s why I put you in this fuckin’ position. Cum.”

He quickened his movements and gently pressed his lips to hers again, moaning into her mouth while his girth throbbed and pulsed with every swift drag through her wet, squeezing walls. She kisses back, scratching his large shoulders, as her orgasm rushes through her nerves. (Y/n) holds the back of his neck as he guides her through her climax, making her moan and gasp in his ear.

"I-I think--"

"What, you gonna--"

"I think I love you."

His face doesn’t change but his hips speed up on their own, "D-do you mean it, (Y/n)?"

She nods.

"I-I do too.... a l-lot more than I should."

"Hah~ Goin' t-too...fast."

"Seeing you every day before work is enough to fuel me for the day."

"You’re m-making it hard t-to--mmh god!"

"Fuck, you don't know how badly I've wanted this shit."

"J’taro--"

"Kissing you, touching you, making you cum for me—fuuck, it’s too much."

Her back arches off the bed, and he slides his arm between the bed and her lower back, continuously pulling her into every heavy, breathtaking thrust.

"Ah~ Jojo! F-fuck, fuuck~!”

“Me too. Don’t worry, I’ll–”

“No, don’t stop. Please d’nt fuckin stop~”

“Then...you want me to..."

"Y-yeah, just please." She scratches up his shirt, "Don't stop~"

Jojo's hips stutter and his eyes shut as his thighs continue to smack against the back of hers. He groans loudly, burrowing his face in her neck when he meets the edge and spills his load inside her. He gasps and clutches at the sheets, while she plants soft kisses to his chest. They pant loudly together as his hips stutter to a stop, their bodies shivering together to calm down as huffs of breath in each other’s faces start to rile them up again.

Before they could get another word out, the front door could be heard opening from up the hall.

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can I request a hc of how each Bad Omens member would take care of you in the bedroom? 😏😈

Absolutely 😏 I’m going to do smut + aftercare for this one

Noah: He loves doggy style or having you ride him. He’s got a bit of a size kink and loves how small you look compared to him, especially when he’s tossing you around. Likes to choke you a bit; even if he isn’t choking you, he likes to have his hand resting on your neck. Sometimes, during doggy, he’ll pull you up against his chest to the point where he’s completely supporting your weight and just pounding into you.

Noah Aftercare: He can get out of control and rough sometimes, so the second you two are finished he’s asking if you’re okay. He’ll get you water and hand you a washcloth; he’s more comfortable with you cleaning yourself up. He tends to be quiet after sex, but he’ll hold you close and snuggle to make sure you know you’re loved.

Nicholas: He likes being on top so he can look at your face, even though his eyes tend to drift closed from the pleasure. He likes it slow and sensual, dragging himself in and out so you can both savor every sensation. He’s not too into BDSM, he doesn’t like the thought of hurting you, but he’s willing to try bondage. He strikes me as a switch, loving anything that will bring you pleasure. He loves to vocalize his own pleasure; moaning and groaning how amazing you feel.

Nicholas Aftercare: He gets so wrapped up in the moment that he’ll forget. He’s lying there, blissed out, until it suddenly hits him and he jumps up and rushes to get you water, snacks, anything you could need. He’s a sweetheart after sex, checking that nothing hurt you and asking if you had a good time. He loves to fall asleep spooning you skin on skin, neither of you bothering to get dressed.

Jolly: He’s the kinkiest one of the bunch. He’s into bondage, leather, choking, every form of dirty talk imaginable, and maybe the occasional whip or paddle. But he isn’t careless about any of it. He does his research, wanting to be as safe and pleasurable as possible. He’s a dom, and he loves throwing your legs over his shoulders and folding you into the mattress as he brutally pumps his cock into you.

Jolly Aftercare: Aftercare is super important to Jolly, especially with all of the risky things you two do. He’s incredibly gentle, pulling you into his arms and leaving kisses all over your face and neck. He has a little aftercare kit stowed away in the bathroom with water, snacks, wash cloths, lotion, and a little ice pack for when things are really sore. He makes sure the two of you communicate what you liked, what you didn’t, and what you’d want to try again.

Folio: He loves missionary or when you ride him. He fucks you with his face buried in your neck; moaning, kissing, and whispering dirty little nothings. He likes to switch positions mid round, flipping you every which way to try out different angles. He isn’t necessarily kinky, but he’s willing to try anything once. He loves groping your breasts while he fucks you, even if it isn’t convenient in the current position.

Folio Aftercare: Like Ruffilo, you sometimes have to gently remind him before he rushes to take care of you. Sometimes, he overcompensates for forgetting and smothers you with blankets and tipping the water bottle to your mouth as if you couldn’t do it yourself. He has the best intentions and wants to make sure you’re completely satisfied and comfortable. He crawls back under the blankets with the biggest grin, pulling you back into his arms to cuddle.

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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader (Younger Ruffilo sister)

Word Count: 3036

Warnings: SMUT!! Oral (female receiving), choking, spitting, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex.

Author's Note: I have writer's block, so hopefully, this came out alright.

Being Nicholas Ruffilo’s younger sister certainly had its perks. From scoring free tattoos to gaining access to exclusive parties and snagging complimentary concert tickets, the advantages were plentiful. But beyond these tangible benefits, the closeness in age fostered an unbreakable bond, making you both siblings and best friends.

This close bond also brought another advantage, embodied in the form of Noah Sebastian. Despite harboring a longtime crush on him since childhood, you never acted on it, constantly feeling overshadowed by your status as Nicky’s little sister. Wherever Nick went, you followed, and Noah grew accustomed to seeing you as merely an appendage rather than recognizing your individuality.

Fast-forward to the present. The opportunity to pursue your feelings with Noah seemed like a distant possibility. However, a small opening presented itself at a party. In a slightly inebriated state (like the rest of the party), Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you that night. His fascination with you was evident, although you remained oblivious until a friend pointed it out. Unbeknownst to you, Noah had been wrestling with these thoughts since your last visit to LA.

Now, back in LA, you had a plan to get what you wanted. You casually mentioned the idea of a pool party to your brother, who immediately thought it was the best idea ever. With a whole pool party in full swing, you put on your favorite bikini, determined to catch Noah’s attention.

As you walked around the party, you could feel the sun on your skin and the cool breeze from the pool, creating the perfect atmosphere. Laughter and music filled the air, and you spotted Noah talking with friends by the poolside. Taking a deep breath, you sauntered over, moving confidently and gracefully. You could feel eyes on you as you approached, and when you reached Noah’s group, you greeted everyone warmly. Noah’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes widening slightly as he took in your appearance.

You joined in on the conversation, occasionally catching Noah staring at you. You smiled to yourself, knowing that your plan was working. As the conversation continued, you found yourself edging closer to him, the air between you charged with anticipation.

Seizing a moment when the group’s attention shifted elsewhere, you leaned towards Noah and whispered in his ear, “You look really good today.” The proximity and your words sent a shiver down his spine, and you noticed his eyes darkening with a mix of surprise and desire.

He turned to you, his voice low. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he admitted, a hint of a smile on his lips.

You met his gaze, your confidence growing. “Maybe I do,” you replied softly, your eyes locking onto him. You motioned your head towards the house and started to walk, hoping he caught what you were trying to convey. Within a minute, he caught up to you, his footsteps falling into sync with yours.

You found yourselves alone as you went through the sliding door from the patio into the kitchen. The hum of the party outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in the warm, dimly lit room. You grabbed a chip from the bowl on the counter and casually snacked on it while feeling Noah’s eyes on you filled with an intensity that sent a thrill through you.

You grab his hand and lead him to his bedroom, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you enter the room, he shuts the door behind him, his eyes never leaving you. You settle on his bed on your knees, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and nervous excitement. Noah takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, his expression filled with awe and longing.

Slowly, he approaches you, his movements deliberate and measured. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “But I can’t do this.”

“Don’t you want to play with me?” You asked, looking up through your lashes. Noah’s breath caught in his throat. Of course, he wanted to, but you’re his best friend’s little sister; he couldn’t do that to him….but the way you’re staring at him on your knees in his bed, god, it made him want to fold you in half and fuck you till the sun comes up. He gently places his hand on your cheek.

"Y/N, there's nothing I'd love more than to play with you, but I can't do that to Nick," he stated, struggling to keep his thoughts from drifting to all the things he wanted to do with you. You frown slightly and move your hands to his waistband, toying with it. As you continue, you notice his eyes darken. Encouraged, you slide a finger under the waistband of his boxers before letting it snap back against his skin. He groans and closes his eyes in response.

"Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop," you say with innocent eyes, gliding your hands under his shirt and over his stomach. He grabs the back of your neck tightly and crashes his lips against yours. The kiss is fueled by hunger and desire. He needs you to understand how badly he wants this moment and how crazy you drive him. He’s ready to punish you for all the nasty thoughts you've caused him to have.

"Behave, I wouldn’t want to punish you now," he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. His words made you squeeze your thighs tighter, which caused him to smirk. You let out a little whine when he slightly pulled away from you. "I’m going to ruin you," he whispered. "Get on all fours and face the window."

You shiver at his words, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement. Slowly, you turn and crawl onto all fours, positioning yourself to face the window. The cool air from outside contrasts with the heat radiating from your body. He takes a moment to admire the sight before him; his desire is evident in his intense gaze. He moves behind you, his hands running over your hips and down your thighs, savoring the sensation of your skin beneath his fingers. You can feel his breath against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"Stay still," he commands softly, his voice laced with authority. You nod, biting your lip to stifle a whimper. He begins to explore your body with deliberate, teasing touches, making your pulse race. He pushes your head down and pulls your hips up, gently tracing small patterns on your skin.

Without warning, he spanks you, the sharp sting causing you to moan into the mattress. The sound of his hand connecting with your skin echoes in the room, followed by the warmth spreading across your flesh. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice a mix of teasing and hunger. His hand rubs over the spot he just spanked, soothing and tormenting at the same time, before he delivers another firm smack, eliciting another moan from deep within you.

He continues to alternate between soothing caresses and sharp spanks, each one sending waves of sensation through your body. You can feel the heat building between your legs, the anticipation almost unbearable. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice a compelling mix of praise and dominance. His fingers slide between your thighs, brushing lightly against your most sensitive spot, making you gasp. He teases you, his touch light and fleeting, driving you wild with desire.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot. You cry out, gripping the sheets as he sets a relentless rhythm, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you in place.

"Look at you, so eager and ready," he growls, increasing the pace. You drive me insane, you know that?" His voice is rough with need, and you can feel the same desperate hunger in every movement of his hand. He slowly adds a third finger, stretching you even more and making you gasp at the intensity.

"You can take it," he murmurs, his voice filled with challenge and encouragement. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pressure. He thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them to hit just the right spot, making your knees weak. Your moans grow louder, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You feel so perfect," he whispers. "So tight, so ready for me."

The intensity of his movements increases, his fingers working you with a relentless rhythm. The sound of your wetness fills the room, mingling with your gasps and his low groans. His other hand slides up your back, holding you firmly in place as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me," he commands, his voice a rough whisper filled with desire. "Show me how badly you want this."

Unable to hold back any longer, you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. Your body tightens around his fingers as you climax, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. He continues to move his fingers, prolonging your release until you're left breathless and trembling beneath him. As you come down from your high, he slowly withdraws his fingers, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your back. "Good girl," he murmurs.

Rolling you onto your back, he towers over you, his eyes dark with desire. Slowly running his hands up and down your thighs, he spreads them wide to position himself between them. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands tracing the curves of your hips before moving to your inner thighs. His touch is both tender and possessive, making you shiver with anticipation. He leans down, his breath warm against your skin, and begins to kiss a trail from your knee up to your thigh, each kiss sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

As he moves closer to your core, his eyes lock onto yours, holding you captive with his intense gaze. "I want to taste you," he whispers his voice a low growl that sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you. Without breaking eye contact, he lowers his head and gently kisses your most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking out to tease you. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in his hair. He groans against you, the vibration adding to your pleasure, and begins to explore you with his mouth, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to drive you wild.

The faster his tongue moves around your clit, the more you start to squirm, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Just when you think it couldn’t get any better, he brings his fingers into the equation, shoving two inside you to match the pace of his tongue.

Your body reacts instantly, arching off the bed as you cry out in pleasure. His fingers curl inside you, expertly finding your sweet spot, while his tongue continues its relentless assault on your clit. The combination is almost too much to bear, your mind spinning with the overwhelming ecstasy.

He groans against you, the sound vibrating through your core, adding another layer of pleasure. His fingers pump in and out of you, each thrust synchronized perfectly with the flicks and swirls of his tongue. Your moans grow louder, your hands gripping the sheets as you ride the waves of pleasure. The heat builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. He senses your approaching climax and intensifies his efforts, his fingers moving faster, his tongue working more fervently. The world narrows to the exquisite sensations he's creating, every nerve in your body electrified with desire.

With a final, powerful stroke of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulses with the force of it, your cries filling the room as you surrender to the overwhelming bliss. He doesn't stop, prolonging your climax until you're left quivering and spent.

Noah slowly withdraws his fingers and presses a gentle kiss to your trembling thighs. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction and desire, before crawling up your body to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As you taste yourself on him, you moan, causing him to growl.

“You love tasting yourself on me, don’t you?” he asks, hunger in his eyes. You moan in response, and he wraps your hair around his hand, pulling it back.

“Open your mouth, darling,” he commands. You do as you're told, and he spits into your mouth. Lightly tapping your cheek, he watches you close your mouth and swallow.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel his erection pressing against you, a reminder of his own need. He leans down, capturing your lips again, this time with even more enthusiasm, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperate hunger.

His hands roam your body, caressing and squeezing, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He shifts his hips, grinding against you, letting you feel just how much he wants you. You respond kindly, arching your body into his, your nails digging into his back.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he growls against your lips. “I need you right now.” Pulling off his pants and boxers in one swipe, you watched as his cock sprang free from its confinement. You marvel at the beauty and pure chaos he will bestow upon you.

His eyes burn with desire as he positions himself between your legs, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and hunger. "You're so ready for me."

With a deliberate slowness, he begins to push inside, stretching you inch by inch. The sensation is exquisite, a mix of pleasure and delicious pressure. Your breath hitches as he fills you completely, pausing momentarily to let you adjust.

"God, you feel so good," he groans, his voice rough with need. He starts to move, setting a steady, rhythmic pace that drives you both wild. Each thrust is deep and powerful, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your moans grow louder, matching the intensity of his movements. He leans down, capturing your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. As he starts to pick up the pace, he begins to rail into you, the force of his thrusts causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"You're so tight," he growls against your lips, his voice filled with raw desire. "I can't get enough of you."

He lifts your legs, wrapping one around his waist while raising the other onto his shoulder. The new angle allows him to thrust even deeper, and you gasp at the intense pleasure. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with raw desire and determination.

"Hold on tight," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper.

He resumes his rhythm with powerful, precise thrusts, each movement hitting new depths and driving you both wild. The new position amplifies every sensation, making your moans more urgent. Your hands grip his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin as he takes you higher and higher.

"You're so beautiful like this," he groans, his pace never faltering. "I love watching you lose control, baby." He wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes gently, the pressure causing you to close your eyes and smile.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. His grip is firm but careful, a perfect balance of control and tenderness. You nod, your smile widening, a soft moan escaping your lips. His eyes darken with desire as he watches your reaction, his other hand sliding down your body to explore your curves. The sensation of his touch, combined with the gentle pressure on your neck, is almost overwhelming. You arch your back, pressing closer to him, craving more.

"You're so beautiful when you surrender to me," he whispers, his voice filled with admiration and need.

As he maintains his grip on your neck, his other hand slides down to your clit, rubbing it with expert precision. The dual sensations—the firm grip on your neck and the relentless stimulation—push you to new heights of pleasure. Your body arches against him, your cries of ecstasy filling the room.

"Look at you," he growls, his voice filled with raw desire. "So perfect, so mine."

He increases the pace of his thrusts, each deeper and more powerful than the last. The intensity builds rapidly, the pressure on your neck and the pleasure between your legs coiling tighter and tighter within you. You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you hold on, riding the waves of pleasure he’s creating.

As you approach the edge, your moans become more urgent, your body trembling with anticipation. He senses your impending release and leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

With a final, powerful thrust and a firm squeeze on your neck, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you in powerful waves. Your cries of ecstasy echo through the room as your body convulses around him. He follows closely behind, his climax hitting him hard. He groans your name, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

As the waves of pleasure subside, he gently loosens his grip on your neck and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. Both of you are panting and spent, your bodies intertwined. He gently kisses your forehead, his eyes filled with tenderness and satisfaction.

"You drive me crazy," he murmurs, a soft smile on his lips. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

You smile back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Neither would I," you whisper.

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