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Chapter 5: Miss Pet - Part 1

Previous chapter here.

“Oh, he’s coming to.”

Taeyeon’s voice was the first thing Seojun heard when he came to.

“Seojun?” So loud was the second voice that Seojun instinctively recoiled. “I’m so, so sorry!”

“Quiet down, Fany.”

“Oh!” Her voice came out as a hushed whisper, or at least that seemed to be the intention because the volume of Tiffany’s voice was more or less the ‘normal’ of Taeyeon. Seojun found himself smiling at the well-meaning gesture. “Sorry!”

“It’s OK,” he said, his voice coming out a little croakier than he would’ve liked.

“You’ve been out for over half the day; how are you feeling?” Taeyeon’s gentle, motherly voice was like a soothing wave of healing that washed through him.

“Really? Over half a day? I mean, not that bad honestly. Still a little bit fatigued, I think.”

“If you don’t mind, I can help with that,” Tiffany offered, cautiously putting one knee on the bed he was sitting on.

“Uh…”

Hearing the hesitation in his voice, Tiffany quickly added, “It wasn’t my Trait’s fault, it was mine! We were supposed to take occasional breaks but I was so engrossed that it completely slipped my mind. But what my Trait does is remove all feelings of fatigue and strengthens a body’s resistance to it. I promise it’ll help!”

Seeing Tiffany panic at the hesitation in his voice and interpreting it as a mistrust in her gave Seojun an injection of guilt. “Oh, no, sorry I wasn’t saying that because I didn’t trust you, I just … my brain was being a little slow since I just woke up.”

“…Oh.” Taeyeon laughed at the relieved demoness, a smile breaking out on Seojun’s face as well. “So, is that a yes?”

“So does that mean…” implying it still felt a bit rude despite the ease at which succubae seemed to address sex and related activities.

“You don’t mind kissing me, do you?”

“Oh, no, I don’t!”

Tiffany giggled at the perhaps over enthused response from Seojun, climbing fully onto the bed, her soft hands snaking around to the back of his head while her face neared his. And although he had just spent many hours fucking her, seeing Tiffany’s face come up to close to his caused his heart to race, the actual sensation of her soft, velvety lips on his causing the organ in his chest to go into overdrive. Seojun could swear he could hear every individual heartbeat as Tiffany’s tongue teased open his lips, a few seconds later a warm, slightly viscous liquid being passed into his mouth.

Feeling the foreign substance in his mouth felt simultaneously strange and arousing; he felt his dick twitch in response, his entire body shivering slightly as he felt the fluid travel down his throat after Tiffany pulled away.

His reaction to the transfer of bodily fluids aside, its effects were instantaneous. He could immediately feel the weariness in his muscles evaporate, replaced with the same vigor as during their sex binge hours before. “So?”

“Yeah—wow, I definitely feel better, thanks.”

“I think you can do better to demonstrate your gratitude.” It was Taeyeon who brought the proposition up to Tiffany, whose ears perked with interest. She turned towards the smaller succubus, eagerness in her eyes. “I can’t imagine it felt very pleasant to spontaneously fall unconscious like that.”

Seojun, however, was completely oblivious to the suggestive nature of the proposition, instead jumping in hastily, “Oh, no! It’s OK, I’m fine!”

“But don’t you think Tiffany should compensate you for your toils?” Seeing Taeyeon’s fingers curl around the straps of her skimpy top and pulling them down allowed Seojun to hear the suggestiveness in Taeyeon’s voice.

“Oh…” The semi-mortal man felt dumb for replying like that, but he couldn’t bring himself to agree. After all, Taeyeon and Tiffany were much older than him, and his Korean upbringing couldn’t help but feel hesitant demanding something from his elders.

“If you’re willing to settle for me, I’ll happily do anything you ask of me!” Tiffany’s eager reply partially blew away the hesitation Seojun was feeling, the rest evaporating with Taeyeon’s next few words.

“Also, I want to help demonstrate that sex with Tiffany isn’t always like that. Especially if you’re to bond with her, I want you to understand that, done properly, is just as great as it was yesterday without the negative side-effects following.”

“Oh, you’re so considerate! Thank you, Mistress!”

“Make sure to also thank Seojun for giving you the chance to redeem yourself.”

Tiffany turned around, bowing deeply. Seojun gulped, his eyes darting to the eyeful of her tits he captured, her nipples nearly visible from how loosely the top was hanging onto her ample chest. “Thank you so much, Master!”

Seojun wasn’t exactly sure when Tiffany and Taeyeon decided to slip into the roleplay or how they even decided it amongst themselves. However, now that it was happening, Seojun felt obliged to take part. He reached out to stroke her hair, a more content kind of pleasure coursing through his body at the immensely pleasing sensation of running his hand through what felt like a cloud. “You’re such a good girl, Tiffany.”

Tiffany nuzzled her cheek against his hand, another warm surge of joy surging through his body. Seojun had his fair share of experiences with cute pet behaviors, and Tiffany definitely matched if not exceeded that level of adorableness. Seojun could hear Taeyeon chuckling in the background, Tiffany enjoying Seojun’s hand for a few more seconds before the prey-turned-master retracted it. Tiffany opened her eyes and looked at him, a clear and unadulterated excitement in her eyes. “Thank you so much Master! I don’t deserve your kind words!” Seojun understood that they were doing roleplay … but was she really acting, or were these her genuine feelings?

“Before we start, you should feed more from Tiffany. Saliva definitely won’t suffice. So while you’re offering your pussy to Seojun, I’ll be using mine to warm up his dick.”

“I—” the jealousy was clear in her eyes, but she ended up swallowing the protest clearly visible in her pouty expression, and conceded. “I understand.”

“Are you OK with that, Seojun?”

The one thing that Seojun was unclear about was what his relationship to Taeyeon was, but her gentle inquiry confirmed that they were of equal status in this ‘scenario’. “Of course, Taeyeon.”

Taeyeon crawled onto the bed as well, Tiffany shuffling forward and taking his shirt along with her. Seojun aided her, the cloth coming over his head while Taeyeon’s hands wrapped around the rim of his pants and boxers, pulling them off in one swift motion.

Out sprung his semi-erect dick, precum splashing onto the plush surface of Tiffany’s slowly moving bottom. Her tail immediately sprang into action, collecting it and spooning it directly into her mouth. “Mmm, god, even Master’s precum is delicious…” her deep, sensual moan made him harder, the stiffening rod captured by the dainty yet firm grip of Taeyeon’s fingers.

“You’ll get plenty later if you continue being a good girl. OK?”

Tiffany nodded excitedly, slipping off both her bottom and the undergarments before turning around, presenting her delectable bubble butt to Seojun. Her hands reached around as his vision gradually filled with the delightful view of the excitable succubus’s ass nearing his face, her hands pulling the plump cheeks apart to reveal a pair of damp vaginal lips. “Master, are you ready?”

“I am.”

The confirmation was all Tiffany needed to back up the rest of the way, Seojun meeting her wet pussy lips with his own lips. Immediately, he could hear a soft sigh, her legs body shaking against his torso. As his hands took the job of keeping her tight, plump butt cheeks separated, Taeyeon transitioned from a firm handjob to shifting her own womanhood, radiating with heat, over his erect cock.

“Mistress…” Tiffany moaned, Seojun’s muted moan joining hers and Taeyeon’s as she penetrated herself with his cock.

“Be a good girl, Tiffany,” Taeyeon’s strained voice reminded Tiffany, fighting over the sound of her pleasure from Seojun’s tongue running across her wet folds, “and you’ll get your Master’s cock too.”

“Yes, Mistress…”

But while Tiffany was scornfully pouting in jealousy over Taeyeon’s access to Seojun’s cock, Seojun himself was in complete bliss. Even after an entire night of groping and feeling Tiffany’s firm, plush ass in his hands, it wasn’t enough. It felt like it would never be enough. He wanted more, squeezing and rubbing the pliable, taut skin beneath his palms, digging his fingers into the soft yet firm skin, the experience was made better by the sweet taste of Tiffany’s nectar dribbling onto his lips. Seojun didn’t let up, channeling the intense lust from Taeyeon vigorously riding his cock into kissing Tiffany’s vaginal lips with as much gusto and passion as possible.

“Ah…” Tiffany’s torrid moans continually streamed out of her mouth, arching her back and resting her arms on his torso to give him better access to her ass and leaking entrance. Her eyes fell onto Taeyeon, who was lost in her own world of pleasure.

Taeyeon’s hands were placed firmly on Seojun’s hips, rising until barely half an inch remained inside her before slamming back down onto his crotch. With every connection, bits of her honey splattered onto Seojun’s crotch, creating an increasingly damp landing area for her ass. The firm, crisp sound of her ass slamming onto his crotch gradually turned into a more muted, wetter noise.

Seojun could barely hear it though, Tiffany’s soft upper thighs pressed firmly against his ears. With his eyes closed as well, his other senses sharpened—namely, his sense of taste and touch. He became more aware of the amount of sticky substance from Tiffany’s womanhood dotting his face, the almost water-like consistency of her wet folds. He could feel the shivers sent up Tiffany’s spine every time he ventured downwards to flick the small, erect stub sitting below her entrance with his tongue and savor the endless supply of the succubus’s honey-sweet nectar flowing into and around his mouth.

He could feel Taeyeon’s heat. It was suffocating, burning, only intensified by the torrent of juices her pussy was smothering his cock with. He could feel the flesh, wet walls convulsing, almost massaging, the length of his shaft. He could feel it trying to suck him back in when Taeyeon pulled up and tighten its embrace after Taeyeon sheathed his dick completely. He could feel the flexing of her legs and elasticity of her more-than-supple ass with every stroke, and feel her cervix gently kiss his engorged tip after each downward thrust.

Seojun was so overwhelmed with lust and ecstasy, he was sure that if he was still a regular mortal man, he would have long passed out by now.

“Mistress…” another forlorn mewl escaped Tiffany’s lips, her breath shaking with arousal as she watched Taeyeon ride Seojun’s dick with fervor. The sound of Taeyeon’s ass clapping against Seojun’s crotch area could be faintly heard, nearly overpowered by the lust-charged sighs and moans from the two women atop the succubus’s servant.

Seojun carefully moved his hands away from Tiffany’s ass, around and towards the front. He moved his face downwards, his thumb gently but sturdily rubbing circles around the hard nub atop her slit. His other hand braced itself against her upper thighs, his index and middle fingers rubbing along the outside of her wet labia.

“Aah, Master!”

Her breathing grew deeper, her hands moving upwards and rubbing her own boobs. “Does that feel good, Tiffany?” Seojun asked, temporarily separating himself from her leaking slit, his fingers continuing their harsh rubbing along it.

“Yes, Master! It feels amazing!”

Satisfied, Seojun dove back in, capturing her lips in her nether regions in a liplock. His thumb continued its gentle massaging motions, the index finger from the other hand drawing lines across her inner thighs. He could tell that his every action was working magnificently, her moans growing louder and her legs shivering with every line drawn across the sensitive skin so close to their hot connection.

After finally getting into the rhythm of things, Seojun directed his attention to his mistress, whose hot vaginal walls were tightly clamped around the girth of his cock, sliding fiercely along its length. It took him a few seconds, but when he finally captured Taeyeon’s rhythm, he followed her downward stroke with upwards thrusts.

“Oh! Seojun, fuck!”

Taeyeon’s body shuddered against Seojun’s as a wave of ecstasy crashed down her body, his cock hitting all the way into her cervix. It was a feeling that Seojun figured he would’ve never been able to enjoy with his smaller-than-average dick size, but true to Taeyeon’s words, her pussy compensated for his size. This was one of the many, many reasons why he was thankful he found Taeyeon—or rather, Taeyeon found him: with Taeyeon, Seojun’s deprecating self-talk about his dick size completely disappeared. Every ‘feeding session’ they had, not only did he get to enjoy Taeyeon’s eternally tight, wet pussy, but Taeyeon always conveyed her satisfaction of him with her every movement. The way her eyes squeezed shut, the way her luscious lips parted, the breathy sound of her lustful sighs and moans, the vigor she always used, everything communicated to Seojun that his dick size was a complete non-issue to the succubus.

Maybe here he should say something sappy about ‘finally being accepted’ or something. But really, Seojun was just happy to fuck Taeyeon any chance she presented to him. Because man did every single time feel like a straight shot to cloud nine.

“Mistress…” this time, Tiffany’s voice came out as a whimper, a slight break in her gasping and moaning at the apex of his thrusts.

Although her voice was muted, Seojun could still detect the impatience in her voice. He could more so feel it in the way her hands restlessly rubbed his mid-torso area and her legs drumming against the side of his head. Feeling bad, he separated from her temporarily to speak. “Taeyeon, don’t you think Tiffany’s been a good enough girl to get a reward?”

“Hm, you may be right honey.” Hearing the pet name caused his heart to skip a beat.

Seojun had a conception that their relationship was not much more than a servant and a mistress. Of course, Taeyeon was kind and caring, and in that way she at times acted like a gentle, caring noona, but apart from those two, he figured there would be nothing further, especiallynot a romantic relationship. After all, Taeyeon was much wiser and smarter and more beautiful and talented and would undoubtedly live well past himself. In the grand scheme of her life, Seojun’s would pass by like a blink of an eye.

While Taeyeon calling Seojun ‘honey’ wasn’t the first pet name that she used to address him, but they were always to serve a roleplay—as they were now. And Seojun understood this; they were merely playing a role, but still, even the slightest hint at a romantic relationship between the two made his heart flutter. It was all but inevitable for such a normal man like him to fall in love with such a divine being like Taeyeon, especially after the amount of intimacy they’ve shared in the past weeks.

But Seojun didn’t dare bring this up. After all, he was stuck with Taeyeon for the rest of her life—and depending on how she felt about him, that could last as long as a couple hundred years or a couple of days if Taeyeon ever felt too weird about Seojun’s feelings for her to continue feeding on him. Even though she was a sex demon, Seojun wouldn’t put it past Taeyeon to feel guilty for continuing to feed on someone who had fallen in love with her if she didn’t reciprocate.

“Go ahead and turn around, Fany.”

“Th-Thank you, Mistress! Thank you, Master!”

Tiffany scurried off, Seojun taking a second to try to shake the sticky liquid accumulated on his face but to no avail. Taeyeon, seeing this, giggled, Seojun’s heart skipping another beat upon making eye contact with her. It was weird; his cock was currently buried deep inside her pussy, and not for the first time either—hell, probably not even the tenth time—yet it was seeing her eyes curve up with her lips that caused his heart to stir.

“You made quite a mess on poor Seojun’s face. Was he that good?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Tiffany’s head was turned, facing his, and reached down to wipe the residual juices that she had left behind. “Master’s tongue and fingers felt so good that I couldn’t help myself.”

“Are you ok darling?”

“I’m fine, babe.” Seojun was hesitant to respond with the pet name, his heart missing another beat but this time from anxiety at potential backlash from Taeyeon for calling her ‘babe’. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to faze Taeyeon at all; in fact, she seemed to like it, the corners of her lips curling upwards even further.

“Make sure to drink your fill, alright? And Fany, make sure to cum lots for your Master, OK?”

“I will! Although Master is so good that I doubt I’ll have any trouble with that,” she replied in a chipper voice, settling back down onto Seojun’s face. He took a second to situate himself and shortly after got back to work. A melody of moans arose from the taller demoness, her legs folded on top of themselves to alleviate her body weight from her pleasure-giver but spread apart enough that reconnecting with her labia wasn’t an issue.

Taeyeon’s movements had slowed down, moving from the fierce riding she was doing to a steady grinding of her hips, stirring the rod inside her like a straw inside a cup. Her tail whipped around her body, the tip materializing into the very object that was sheathed to the hilt inside her, and before Seojun had much of an opportunity to note how strange it felt to feel the cool air of the room along with the scorching heat of Taeyeon’s insides, the tail-penis was shoved straight into Tiffany’s backdoor.

“Oh! M-Master, fuck!” Seojun and Tiffany shuddered in unison, the feeling of another, considerably less damp and fleshy set of equally scorching hot walls clamp around his dick and the sensation from the tightness of her sphincter muscles travelling up and down the length of his dick as Taeyeon pumped her tail furiously inside the dark-haired demoness causing waves of pleasure to course through the bodies of both parties.

“Language,” Taeyeon warned, her own voice starting to tremble as she quickly picked back up where she left off, her wet groin sloppily connecting with his groin equally wet with the same fluid.

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress!” Tiffany seemed to be unable to keep her voice down, her back arching and her hands on her chest, rubbing the soft bags of flesh and pinching the rock-hard nipples at their peaks.

Seojun was a helpless slave to lust. His hips moved on their own, his fingers working on her clit and his tongue and lips working on Tiffany’s pussy while her other hole was being mercilessly pounded by Taeyeon’s tail-penis. He wasn’t sure if he was even thinking, even that heart-stopping sensation of love replaced with pure lust. The entire room exuded with the intense lasciviousness of all three parties, the rattling of the bed beneath them echoing about the otherwise empty house.

“Master, I’m close!”

“Be a goof gir and gib Maftur lafts of cum.” Seojun’s voice, although muffled, was audible and coherent enough to serve as the impetus for Tiffany’s orgasm. Heralded by a single, piercing scream, the immortal woman’s entire body succumbed to pleasure, torrent after torrent of her hot, sweet nectar squirting straight into Seojun’s mouth. The semi-mortal man tried his best to collect as much of it with his mouth, but his concentration was shaky at best—hearing the lewd scream of ecstasy, feeling her body vibrate as her orgasm wracked her body not only with his face but with the dick lodged firmly into her rear entrance, and feeling Taeyeon’s pussy tighten in response to seeing her fellow succubus succumb to an orgasm was more than enough to push the building dam over the edge.

“Urgh, fuck,” Seojun grunted, jets of white, viscous fluid shooting straight into the ass of Tiffany and the vagina of Taeyeon.

“A-Ah! M-Master, thank you for filling my tight little ass with your precious cum!”

His hips continued to thrust in and out of Taeyeon as he rode out his orgasm, the euphoric release driving his muscles to ride out the orgasm until it subsided a few seconds later. It barely took any time for Seojun to catch his breath, Tiffany’s Trait keeping his stamina high and his dick hard.

The energetic demoness unmounted Seojun, and upon seeing his face covered in her nectar, hurriedly moved over to help him clean his face off. “Thanks, Tiffany,” Seojun said after his face felt adequately clean.

She beamed in response. “Was I a good girl?”

After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Taeyeon unsheathed Seojun’s cock, a barely audible whine pushed through her closed lips. It sprang free from its hot confines, soaked to the bone with Taeyeon’s juices, bits of it splattering onto his abdominal area. “What would you say, honey?”

“I think it’s appropriate for her to pay back me performing oral sex on her by her doing the same to me.”

Tiffany perked up, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Seojun couldn’t help but smile seeing Tiffany’s tail waving about excitedly like a dog wagging its tail. “Mistress, may I?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much too, Master!”

Not wasting a single second, Tiffany and Taeyeon swapped position, Tiffany’s body hovering over her legs while Taeyeon hugged him from behind, Seojun having moved to a seated position. The semi-mortal man bit back an aroused sigh, the immensely satisfying feeling of Taeyeon’s ample bust pressed against his back causing a small shudder to roll down his system.

“Do you like my tits that much, babe?”

Another, much stronger shudder rolled down Seojun’s body at the sensation of Taeyeon’s hot breath against his ears, the pet name spoken with such an alluring tone that he had to clench his fists to fight back what would’ve otherwise been a perhaps embarrassingly loud moan.

Before he could answer though, Tiffany piped up. “Would you like me to use my boobs first or my mouth, Master?” Seojun’s gaze shifted away from Taeyeon’s head that was resting on his shoulder to the submissive succubus kneeling atop his legs. Her upper body was folded over her legs, but even so, Seojun could see the curve of her ass sticking out, still maintaining the moist appearance from before. Her voluptuous rack was resting inches away from his erect cock, the innocent inquisitive expression on her face providing a stark contrast to Seojun’s bulging cock inches below her chin.

Fuck, that’s sexy.

“Why don’t you put those tits of yours to use?”

“Gladly!”

Tiffany shifted forward, smothering his shaft still damp with Taeyeon’s honey with her mounds. Most of his member disappeared into the warm abyss of Tiffany’s tits, her hands holding them at the sides and applying a firm pressure onto it.

“Shit,” Seojun hissed, a shaky breath pushed out his mouth.

“Does Master like this?”

The way her eyes curved upward, leaving enough space open to see the absolute joy exuding from her brown orbs, her invitingly plump red lips also curved upwards into a dazzling smile, everything about her joyous expression was almost impossible to disagree with. “It feels fucking amazing.” But even without Tiffany’s infectiously joyous expression, Seojun would’ve said the same thing: it was like two warm pillows of flesh were tightly embracing the length of his shaft. Out of all the females he had copulated with so far, Tiffany definitely had the biggest boobs. And while this wasn’t the first time Tiffany had given him a titjob, the warmness and softness of her milk jugs, not to mention their volume and how thoroughly it enveloped his contrastingly rock-hard cock, felt heavenly.

“Does Master like my boobs?”

“Your Master loves them, Fany.”

The compliment clearly delighted the succubus, using greater vigor to squeeze tighter and pump faster. Again, Seojun briefly wondered how much of Tiffany’s reaction was acting because of how genuine her reaction seemed, especially since it can’t have been the first time, or probably even the hundredth time, she received a compliment for her boobs. They were incredibly beautiful, after all: its color was the perfectly pure white of fresh snow in the morning, the skin taught with not even a hint of a wrinkle in sight. They were perky and had a nice, round shape, the areola a nice pink color, at their centers even pinker nipples just big enough that seeing them made Seojun want nothing to do but to bring his mouth to them and suckle on them.

However, at the moment, they were bouncing up and down his shaft, following the gradually increasing speed of Tiffany’s hands.

“Master’s cock feels so good inside my tits, I—” She stopped herself upon feeling a sticky fluid coming in contact with the silky skin on her mounds. Her eyes narrowed in on it, a clear hunger in her eyes; she stared at the streak of white fluid on her white skin for a solid two seconds before painstakingly lifting her head, not bothering to remove the hunger from her gaze. “Master, may I have it?”

“Leave it.” Why was Seojun being so sadistic? He wasn’t sure, but something about denying Tiffany her delicious meal when it was so close to her made him salivate at the prospect of Tiffany’s reaction to finally receiving his dick. “I’m going to cum all over your beautiful tits, and you aren’t allowed to lick any of it off. Instead, you’re going to spread it all over them. Understood?”

Tiffany’s pained expression reminded him of a wounded puppy, but Taeyeon just laughed. “I didn’t know you were like this, honey.”

“This is also for Tiffany’s sake; the more I deny her, the more she’ll enjoy it when I finally fill her pussy with my cum, right?”

Hearing the words made Tiffany go cross eyed, her lust clearly getting the better of her: the speed and ferocity of her titjob increased even further, so much so that Seojun let out a surprised groan through gritted teeth.

“I think you still owe me an orgasm, babe,” Taeyeon whispered into Seojun’s ear, pressing her bosom further against his back, “But don’t let Tiffany know, she might get jealous.” Seojun couldn’t really comprehend the meaning of Taeyeon’s words until he felt that familiar yet still extremely strange sensation of the warmness of whatever his dick was lodged between and the cool air of Taeyeon’s house, that coolness shortly after changing to the intense heat of Taeyeon’s pussy.

“Master?”

Seeing Seojun’s facial expression contort at seemingly nothing, Tiffany’s puzzled expression peered up at him.

“You’re doing very well, Tiffany. You can go ahead and start using your mouth too.”

The proposal completely blew away the confusion from her face, pulling her chest away and dipping her head down onto his stiff shaft. Her torso arched downwards, inadvertently accentuating her ass even more, but Seojun barely had any time to admire it as Tiffany’s warm, wet mouth enveloped Seojun’s cock.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned again, in both parts from feeling his cock hilting Taeyeon and from feeling the moist cavern of Tiffany’s mouth form a tight vacuum around his penis.

Tiffany bobbed her head up and down his shaft a few times, making sure there wasn’t a square centimeter of his dick not slathered with saliva by her tongue before coming back up. “Master’s cock tastes so good~” she sang, leaning down to plant a few kisses along its wet exterior. Parker could only grit his teeth, holding back the moans from the increasingly aggressive thrusts of Taeyeon’s penis-tail into her vagina.

“And Master’s cock feels so good inside my pussy too~” Taeyeon cooed teasingly, the softly spoken words drifting directly into Seojun’s ear.

“Fuck,” Seojun gasped. Tiffany looked up at him again, one hand gently fondling his balls while running her lips and tongue along the length of his rod.

“Does it feel that good, Master?”

Seojun nodded, although it was a slight lie. While Tiffany’s lips did feel amazing on his hardened member, it was the combined feeling of Taeyeon continually thrusting his dick so deep that he could feel its tip brush against her cervix with each thrust that drew the noise out of him.

“I’m very pleased right now Tiffany. If you continue being a good girl, I’ll let your pussy have my cock too.”

Seeing the sheer excitement in Tiffany’s eyes again, Seojun decided that it couldn’t be all acting. It just looked too genuine. “Really?!”

“You better make your Master cum if you’re that excited,” Taeyeon noted, only the slightest bit of strain in her voice detectable.

If Tiffany noticed, she made no indication of it, her eyes gaining a newfound determination. “Don’t worry Master, I’ll make you cum in no time.”

“A-And make sure you don’t swallow any of it.”

This time, the strain in Taeyeon’s voice was more apparent, but Tiffany was too focused to mind. Taking a second to dribble coalesced saliva onto Seojun’s penis and spreading it expertly along the sensitive skin with her boobs, she gave the swollen tip of the raging cock a gentle kiss before penetrating her lips with them.

“Aagh,” a warbled moan came out of Seojun’s mouth, finally able to let loose all the ecstasy from Taeyeon’s vaginal walls rubbing so ferociously against the same sensitive skin that was receiving kisses from Tiffany’s luscious, velvety lips. “Tiffany, god you’re so good…”

Tiffany tilted her head upwards and shot him a brief yet heartstoppingly gorgeous and sexy eye-smile before plunging the rest of the way down his dick.

“Ah, shit,” another moan came out of Seojun’s mouth the combined feeling of Tiffany’s throat and Taeyeon’s pussy suffocating his cock overwhelming him for a brief second. Drool started dribbling down the corners of her lips and onto his balls, but Tiffany didn’t let it phase her. She continued at a steadily accelerating pace, her throat flexing impressively around the girth of his penis.

“Use those horns.” Although Taeyeon wasn’t saying anything particularly provocative, the inherent sexiness in her voice itself was enough to distract him for a few seconds, only realizing what she was saying when she nudged him with her chin.

Seojun looked down, and sure enough, her horns had materialized out of her head, in the exact right position to be used as handles.

The gargling sounds from Tiffany deepthroating Seojun’s cock intensified as his hands found firm grips on the hard material and pushed her even further down. “That’s so sexy, isn’t it, babe?”

“It fucking is,” Seojun agreed, wanting to close his eyes from the influx of pleasure but not wanting to let the unique top-down vantage point of Tiffany’s impressive deepthroating go to waste.

It took about a minute or two before Tiffany came back up for air, her hair messy and saliva running down her chin. However, Tiffany paid no attention to it, peering up at her ‘Master’ while carefully rubbing her voluptuous tits against the saliva-drenched penis. “Did Master like it? Did Master think the horns were helpful?”

“I did, it felt amazing, and it was extremely helpful, Tiffany. You’ve been a really good girl so far, only a little more until your reward.”

An overjoyed squeal came out of Tiffany’s excited smile, rubbing the semi-mortal man’s cock a few more times with her boobs before diving back down.

“You’re pretty good at this,” Taeyeon whispered to Seojun playfully, reveling in the pleasure of her partner as he once again let out a guttural groan, feeling Tiffany’s throat once again hugging the circumference of his cock.

Seojun couldn’t find a chance to reply, his mind so overwhelmed with lust that it rendered his speech capabilities inert. With his impending orgasm, his movements became more erratic, the grip on Tiffany’s horns tightening and the matching thrust of his hips into Tiffany’s mouth so forceful that tears started leaking out of Tiffany’s eyes. Tiffany seemed not to mind, and in fact seemed to be pushed further by Seojun’s increased intensity and matched it readily.

By the time he neared the edge, he gave a warning before pushing her off. When they met eyes, Tiffany’s expression clearly told one of confusion and disappointment. “Remember, you aren’t allowed to swallow any yet.”

“Oh … ok…” Reluctant as she was, Tiffany obliged, obediently shifting her body so that her chest was level with his cock. It took only a few pumps before the dam burst yet again, flooding the inside of Taeyeon’s waiting pussy yet again while simultaneously splattering Tiffany’s boobs, her chin, her neck, her clavicle, and even parts of her areola and nipples with the sticky white substance.

The most precarious strip was a streak that landed on the corner of her lip, extending to her cheek. Seojun could see the temptation in Tiffany’s eyes, her mouth parting briefly but summarily closing upon meeting Seojun’s cocked eyebrow. Her hand shot up and collected the two streaks that landed on her face, planting his seed on the soft bags of flesh on her chest. Seojun watched, Tiffany’s hot gaze trained on Seojun’s as she ran her hands all along her upper body, smearing the globules of cum all about her pearly white skin until what was left was a thin, shiny covering of Seojun’s seed.

“Good girl, good job, Tiffany.”

Taeyeon sneakily unplugged her pussy and reverted her tail back to its original state before separating herself from him.

“Does this mean…?”

The hopeful expression in her eyes caused another smile to sprout on Seojun’s face, the expression quickly changing when Seojun confirmed with her, “How do you want it?”

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lordprettyflackotara · 6 months ago

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huntin’ wabbitz || eyeless jack

REALLY FILTHY SMUT MINORS DNI. tw: size kink, disgusting sex in the woods/rain, breeding (obvi), slight cnc if you squint, brief descriptions of gore. i really like this one guys im locked in fr

Fear.

It was the only adrenaline you had left.

The wind slapped you in the face as you weaved through the forest, avoiding the large oak trees that threatened to block your escape.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire, your breath shallow as you tried to listen to the footsteps following you. The man, no, the creature that was hunting you, was going to eat you alive. It was a tragic accident, disturbing a seeming cannibal from his dinner.

If his head hadn’t snapped up to meet your horrified gaze you might’ve passed out from the sight of unidentifiable piles of meat. That was all that was left of his previous victim. You could barely even process it being a person, it’s ribcage torn open brutally. You had never seen anything like it.

Your breath had hitched, your heart threatening to burst out of your own ribcage the longer you stood frozen. It was the demons haunting gaze that snapped you out of your trance. Its mask displayed empty eye sockets. If you were lucky, the demon would be blind. Unfortunately for you, you were far from lucky.

Your heart was racing like a rabbits, the sound like heroin to the demon nipping at your heels. It was then you felt a rain drop fall from the cruel sky, a convenient lighting bolt briefly illuminating the forest. You looked around, forcing yourself to stop. Your lungs were pleading for air, your mouth agape as you inhaled as much oxygen as physically possible. Your eyes darted around nervously, searching for the tall cannibal. You tried to listen to the forest, noting its silence.

It was eerie, the only sound ensuing being the rain droplets falling from the sky. Its companion was a low rumble of thunder that sounded far off in the distance. You leaned against a tree, paranoid as your lungs tried to regain consistency in breathing. You swallowed as you scanned your surroundings. Every direction looked the exact same. You audibly were panting as you searched for any sign of originality. Any sign of a marker that could lead you back to safety.

You had wondered away from your campsite with your friends, opting to explore a river you believed to be nearby. You had found your requested river, with a seated cannibal tearing organs apart in front of it. You felt like you were going to be sick, nausea washing over you. Foolishly you had left your phone behind, leaving you entirely on your own. Anything to connect with nature, right? Except this demon wasn’t apart of nature. Or maybe it was. Maybe it was a cruel joke the maker above thought would be funny.

Your vision was growing hazy, the rain from above beginning to pour. You could feel the rain droplets drip onto you, penetrating your clothes. It was then a large set of hands clamped onto your shoulders, your body jolting into action. As swift as you could you turned around, planting a firm punch to the attackers face. Your knuckles screamed in pain as you watched the demon stumble, his dark gray hands pawing at his mouth. You watched as his hands lowered, a crack splitting down the left cheek of the blue mask.

Your realization and the demons ensued at the same time, neither of you moving as another lightning bolt struck. Its light briefly lit up the forest, flashing a glimpse of the creatures silent rage. You turned on your heels, throwing yourself into the night as you tried to escape the creatures grasp. You didn’t get very far, the breath being knocked out of your lungs as the demon threw you against the mud below. You thrashed under his touch, trying to kick and punch any part of him.

The attempts at retaliation meant nothing, the demons eye sockets narrowing as he pinned your wrist by your head. His slender fingers were strong, gripping your tiny wrist and holding them by your head menacingly. “You’re a real fucking bitch you know that?” He growled. You noticed the dried blood on his hands staining your skin, the rain washing away it away. “At least i’m not a cannibal you sick fuck!” You fired back. The demon above you hovered for a moment, contemplating your courage. He couldn’t determine if you were brave or stupid.

“I am not a human,” The creature stated dryly. He lifted his mask, grabbing your frantic arm before it could do any damage. You watched as he smiled, his teeth razor sharp and blood stained. “However, your kind created what I am,” He purred. He leaned down, eerily close to your throat. You listened to him inhale deeply through his nose. Your breaths became more shallow as the realization fell over you, that he was smelling you because you were prey.

Clearly insults and threats weren’t working, the demons ears twitching. Your eyes narrowed as they twitched, realizing each little movement matched up with the sound of your heart beat. “You can hear my heart beat?” You asked. The rain had soaked the demon as well at this point, his brunette hair sticking to his forehead. Thunder rumbled around the both of you, your mouth running dry despite the on pour of rain. “As clearly as you can hear the thunder,” He replied. He finished taking off his mask, watching your face twist in horror as his full face was revealed.

His mask wasn’t an illusion after all. If anything it was a raw and brutal window, one full of transparency. You felt tongue tied as you stared into the demons empty eye sockets. A black ooze dripped down his under eyes, the substance seemingly leaking from the sockets. The creatures lips curled upwards into a devious small. “Scared yet?” He asked. The lightning flashed again, revealing the blood that still stained his rows of razor blade sharp teeth. You slowly nodded yes, afraid to speak any further. His eye sockets narrowed as he leaned closer to your face.

“At least you’re honest. Most of your kind isn’t,” He huffed. You watched as he dug into his black hoodie, pulling a small medical tool. You squinted as you tried to see exactly what the metal was, a strike of lightning revealing the scalpel. You froze as one of his large hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt. He was bringing the metal blade slowly to your stomach, your heart pounding. “Wait wait wait, don’t,” You say. The demons gaze lands on your face. If he had eyes he would’ve rolled them. “Is this the part where you start begging me to live? You aren’t better than your counterparts you know,” He huffed.

Your eyes were glued to the scalpel. There was no way he could be hungry after what you saw. “No, this is the part where I offer you something else,” You answered defiantly. The creature stared down at you in amusement. Your heart was pitter pattering like a little rabbit, his lips curling up into a mischievous smile. “Oh yeah? What could you possibly offer me?” He asked tauntingly. Truthfully money was useless, that wouldn’t work. The only valuable thing you had was your body. Which is what he wanted. Unless of course, you could offer him a different part of your body.

“I’ll let you fuck me,” You told him. Your breathing felt shallow as you watched the demons face fall into deep concentration. “Must be lonely living out here, right? I can fix that,” You continued, your voice trailing off. He stared down at you, watching you carefully. “You got a name rabbit?” The demon asked you. You cleared your throat as best as you could. “Y-yeah i’m-” You began, the demon cutting you off.

“Changed my mind, doesn’t matter. When you’re with me your name is rabbit, got it?” He huffed. His large hands slithered up to your bra, soaked with the rain falling from above. “Do you uh- you know, have a name?” You asked quietly. He squeezed at your breast through your bra, your core beginning to throb in desire. “EJ, but you can call me Jack,” He said quietly. Jack leaned forward, his lips hovering an inch away from yours. Your breath hitched, the smell of blood flooding your nostrils. “Dont be scared rabbit, I don’t bite,” He cooed. Jack teasingly leaned in closer to your ear, grinning, “And the taste of blood grows on you after a while.”

Jack brought his lips to yours, the taste of copper overwhelming your senses. You could feel yourself visibly cringing, Jacks hands shoving your bra upwards. His teased your nipples playfully, your tense body beginning to relax. You felt disgusted, lying in mud as the rain fell from the skies above with a demon toying with your body. You groaned as he twisted your nipples playfully, grinning into the kiss as he did so. “Oh I see, someone’s a little masochist,” He hummed. Jack chucked darkly as his lips strayed away from yours, trailing down to your neck.

Thunder rumbled around the both of you, your eyes fluttering shut as he began sucking at your neck. Jack knew he had to be careful, his teeth able to penetrate your delicate skin and dig straight into an artery. You’d bleed out before he could even have some real fun. He did crave you though, the closer he got to your skin the more feral you drove him. He wanted to devour your organs so bad it made him sick, his cock throbbing with desire as you groaned beneath him. “Thats it, keep making those noises for me,” Jack purred, his lips reattaching to your skin.

He had no perception of how rough he actually was, your neck becoming littered with dark purple and brown marks. His hand trailed down to your shorts, slipping underneath the thin fabric. Teasingly he rubbed two fingers along your slit, grinning as he felt your wetness. “Someone’s awfully drenched for the terrible cannibal, aren’t they?” He asked mockingly. You swallowed, gaining the courage to look at him. His dark gaze sent a chill down your spine. “It’s just from the rain,” You lied. You couldn’t explain what your body was doing. That it actually wanted this.

Jack pushed your panties to the side, rubbing his fingers against your bare cunt. You whined at the smallest stimulation, the demon above you becoming amused. Jack hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in a long time, his primal urges preventing him from doing so. But he knew his anatomy. He began to rub slow circles around your clit, relishing in the sight of your back arching off of the ground. “Fu-fuck-” You whimpered. You gasped as Jack shoved two of his slender fingers inside of you. He curled them with ease, his cock only growing harder at the feeling of how tight you were.

You hadn’t expected to feel this good, whimpers escaping your lips. “Thats it, such a good fucktoy for me,” Jack praised. He tilted his head to the side as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head. You were crumbling around his fingers and he had barely even touched you yet. “That feel good? Hmm? The big bad freak gonna make you cum?” He asked mockingly. You couldn’t control the moans that escaped your mouth, your hair becoming drenched from the ongoing storm.

He continued to abuse your g spot, watching your cute facial expressions as he ruined you. “F-fuck Jack I’m gonna c-cum,” You stammered, unable to control the knot forming in your stomach. Jack couldn’t get enough of you. The sound of your voice moaning his name enough to make his cock twitch. “Yeah? Go on then, you can do it. Cum for me,” He ordered. You threw your head back, ignoring the mud coating your hair as you came. Your legs trembled as you came around his fingers, the demon slowly slipping them out of you. He brought them to his mouth, examining them.

You watched as three black tongues came out of his mouth, licking his digits clean. “Such a delicious rabbit. Now turn over,” Jack ordered. He could hear your heart pounding at the sight of his tongues. Truthfully he enjoyed it. He enjoyed scaring you. But what he enjoyed more was corrupting you. Ignoring the slimy feeling of the mud covering your knees and elbows, you arched your back in front of him. Your core was still throbbing desperately. You had never had an orgasm like that, your previous experiences with men nothing like this.

Faintly you could hear the metal clinking of Jacks belt as he shoved his pants down, the rumbling thunder echoing through out the trees. Jack rubbed his tip up and down your slick, collecting your juices on his shaft. “Since you’ve been such a good rabbit i’ll go slow. Don’t wanna break my new pet,” Jack purred. You gasped as he began pushing himself inside of you. The head of his cock alone was enough to make you whimper. Jack grunted as he slowly pushed himself in. “Fucking hell. You’re not a virgin, are you? You sure feel like one,” Jack huffed. If it weren’t for the unreal pain you were feeling you would’ve been able to explain better.

But instead you said, “No i’m not, I just- haven’t had great experiences-”

You could barely form coherent words, your mouth running dry. His cock was bigger than you anticipated, your body tensing up out of fear. Jack could feel your tension. You were so tiny compared to him. He swallowed as he slithered one hand down to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves. “Thats right, relax for me,” Jack murmured. The extra stimulation made you slowly relax, Jack able to fully bottom out. Once fully inside he let out a satisfied groan, before licking his lips. The storm was seeming to die down, a light rain shower the only thing the sky had left to provide.

Jack began slowly pulling out, before pushing back into you. You mewled as he began to go faster, snapping his hips into yours. The pain was fading into pleasure, your body craving more. His name fell off of your lips like a mantra, mixed in with strings of curses. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Jack groaned. He continued to pound into you mercilessly, fucking you into the ground below. His mind became blank all of a sudden, the only thing he could think of being rather simple: breed.

“You like this, don’t you? Being a slut for me. Taking me like this,” Jack panted. He drew faster circles around your clit, continuing to abuse your g spot. “Yeah? Wanna be my personal cum slut forever? My personal rabbit to breed?” Jack rambled. When you failed to respond with anything other than cock drunk moans, a firm slap landed on your ass. The electric shock of pain went down your spine, the skin already turning red. “Yes, please,” You whined, unable to say anything further. He could feel you squeezing around him, your walls threatening that you were close.

“Awe rabbit, are you gonna cum already?” Jack taunted. He grabbed a handful of your wet and tangled hair, pulling you back to him. His soulless eye sockets peered down into your fucked out eyes. “Go on then, cum all over my cock so I can breed you,” He ordered. Your eyebrows briefly furrowed, the demons gaze refusing to stray. “Just know once I do, you’ll be mine forever. There’s no escaping me. If you’re willing to do that just for an orgasm, you really do deserve to be stuck with me,” Jack grunted, his hips never letting up for a minute.

His threats only made you squeeze him tighter, his name spilling from your lips as you came around his cock. You could feel your vision growing hazy, black dots appearing as you blinked slowly. Your body was spent, the numbing feeling of Jacks hips snapping into yours continuing. You felt yourself take one more deep breath, before falling into the pit of darkness that called your name.

Your vision was blurry upon waking up, your body sore as you immediately went to move. Your legs ached, your breath shaky as memories of the night before ensued. As you scanned your surroundings you recognized the tent you had entered the night before. Were those actually memories? You jumped at the sound of the zipper unzipping, revealing one of your friends named Emma.

“You’re awake? You’ve been asleep all morning, you missed Alex’s attempt at fishing. Come get some brunch,” She said cheerfully. You gave her a weak smile, nodding and forcing yourself to sit up. You cringed at the tightness in your legs. The bag beside you was filled with your clothes, your hands beginning to rummage through them for an outfit. You must’ve dreamt Jack entirely. You did hike yesterday with your friends, that’s why your body was sore. Right?

Jack wasn’t real, he was a figment of your imagination that only existed in deepest depths of your mind. The void filled with a monstrous creature that could fill your filthy desires. You began changing, pulling down your panties. It was then your eyes narrowed at the slickness that had dripped into them. You felt your heart begin to pound as you examined your panties, which were full of Jacks cum that had leaked from your cunt. He was real. And you were his.

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obsessedwithceleste · 8 months ago

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin reader

Prompt 4 of @thatdammchickennugget ‘s hogmarch challenge🫶🏽 and dedicated to this psychic anon request 💕

Summary: I’d kiss you as the lights went out, Swaying as the room burned down, I’d hold you as the water rushes in, If I could dance with you again.

word count: 4k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

You watch silently from across the Slytherin common room as yet another girl places her hand flirtatiously on Mattheo’s chest, batting her lashes with that seductive grin you knew all too well from watching all the other girls do it too.

“Go to the dance with me?” Her lips read as she leaned closer to your friend.

You can’t help but smile as Mattheo just rolls his eyes, moving away from the girl, not giving her more than a shake of his head.

The girl’s mouth hangs open in shock of the rejection. Really she should be flattered you thought dryly to yourself. She’d made it significantly further than others you’d witnessed.

Truth was, you’d had a massive crush on Mattheo since you were kids, and watching as he rejected girl after girl was much more entertaining than you cared to admit.

Growing up, you’d always admired his bold brashness, and willingness to say whatever came to mind. The two of you had always gotten into trouble together, bouncing mischievous ideas back and forth. The summer before coming to Hogwarts, your mother had given you a heart shaped locket, and Mattheo had insisted that a photo of the two of you go inside it.

"In case we don't go to the same house." The boy had reasoned.

But of course, he’d never seen you as anything more than a friend, and unfortunately, the cringey, cliche nature of the situation was not lost on you. Even now, as you mindlessly fingered the carefully disillusioned pendant while Mattheo stalked towards your group with an air of agitation.

“Bloody hell I can’t wait for this fucking Yule ball rubbish to be over and done with,” Mattheo states flatly as he sits down lazily on the sofa next to you.

“Just pick a girl to go with then. They’ll leave you alone if they think you have a date. Why do you think I asked Daph so early on?” Theo replies, not bothering to look up from his book.

Daphne whacks him with her textbook.

You watch as Mattheo tilts his head in consideration before his eyes shift over to you, a sly grin forming on his face.

“Don’t even think about,” you say, holding up your hand as if to block out whatever idiocy the boy was about to spew.

Now it’s Mattheo’s turn to open his mouth in shock.

“Wha- you don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“You were going to ask me if I’d go to the dance with you,” you reply dryly. “Honestly Matt, I’m not stupid.”

“Well will you?” He asks, giving you his most charming smile.

“I’m already going with Blaise.” You respond.

Looking back, had it been a bit of a rash decision? Yes. But you had made peace with the fact that Mattheo likely wouldn’t ask you to be his date, and Blaise was one of your best friends. You knew you’d have a good time with him, and all your other friends had been pairing up.

“Tell Blaise to go with Astoria,” Mattheo reasons.

“Toria is already going with Enzo.” Daphne intervenes.

“What about Pansy?”

“She and Millicent got accosted by Crabbe and Goyle last I heard,” Theo replies.

“He can go with Draco then! People already mistake them for gay lovers anyway.”

“Matt, you know Draco is trying to muster up the courage to ask Harry. Don’t be dense.” You reply.

“Oh come on! How do you all have this sorted out already? The ball was only announced yesterday!”

“We organized it at dinner,” Daphne responds, as if the answer was obvious.

“You mean while I was in detention?” Mattheo asks incredulously, only to be met with a chorus of ‘yes’ and ‘mhms’.

You look over as your friend slumps into the sofa in defeat, a wave of slight guilt washing over you.

“Lighten up Matt, you’ve already been asked by a handful of girls today, you’ll be able to find someone to go with easy,” you say.

“Not with anyone who matters,” he grumbles, so low that you almost miss it.

A week had gone by and you were about to lose your mind. You thought that after the initial conversation in the common room, Mattheo would relent and just pick one of his many admirers to take to the ball. You really should’ve known better. You’d known the boy long enough to know that once he had his mind set on something, there was really nothing in the world that could stop him. You just never thought that you would be what he set his mind to.

“Matt, I’ve told you a million times, I’m already going to the ball with Blaise,” you groan, collapsing on your bed as the raven haired boy follows you into your dorm.

“Well lucky for you, I have the perfect plan to steal you away from ole Blaisey boy,” Mattheo says, his signature smirk in place.

You roll your eyes, leaning back on your bed as you wait for him to continue.

“It’s easy. You just have to date me,” Mattheo replies, as if his idea was particularly clever.

You let out a rather unattractive snort as your heart clenches. It felt as though it might pound out of your chest.

“Matt, that has to be the worst idea you’ve ever had. And you’ve had a lot of really bad ideas.”

Though asking the girl that’s fancied him for years to pretend to date him, only for him to snatch it all away again a few weeks later probably had to be one of the cruelest, you thought to yourself.

“Oh c’mon. There’s no way Blaise would be offended if you ditched him if we said we were together. He’s a perfectly reasonable bloke. He’d understand!”

You shake your head once more. There was no way you were pretending to date the boy you had been pining after for this long. It was only going to end in one way. Heart break. And not on his end.

“Bloody hell. What if I can get Luna to go in your place. Will you do it then? We both know he’s been eyeing that loon up for months.”

“Don’t call her a loon Matty.” You tilt your head in consideration however.

If he was willing to actually encourage Blaise’s love life, and be willing to get intermixed within the logistics of it all, he must be desperate. And you had been dying to set the two of them up, you supposed.

But you just couldn’t shake the bad feeling this whole situation gave you. It couldn’t be all that bad though, right? You reasoned. You’d gotten this far without Matt realizing your feelings, a few weeks of bliss surely couldn’t hurt.

“Alright. Fine. I’ll tell Blaise we got together and that I want to go to the ball with you, only if Luna agrees to go with him instead.”

Mattheo immediately brightens at your words, a self satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“Good. Because I already told Blaise that we were together and that I was taking you to the ball,” he says quickly. “Also- considering Blaise is more of a yapper than people give him credit for, the rest of the group definitely already knows.”

Your mouth drops open as you glare at the boy in front of you.

“Matt. What on earth. Did you tell him?” You grit out, praying to Salazar that Blaise hadn’t embarrassed you too much.

Mattheo shrugs. “Just told him that we had been out by the lake on one of our walks and I kissed you. One thing led to another and I asked you out. He seemed to believe it pretty easily actually.”

The boy looked all too calm about making up a whole scenario in which he made out with his best friend for your liking.

You purse your lips, taking a deep sigh. What did you see in this boy?

“Mattheo.”

“Yes love?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Can’t do that love, you wouldn’t kill your boyfriend.”

You continue to glare at the boy, fingers gripping tightly around your wand.

“Easy there, pretty,” Mattheo laughs nervously, slowly edging closer to you with a bashful grin.

“You better have thought this through Riddle. Because I’m telling you right now, that this is a bad idea.”

It was too easy. You know that much clearly. The two of you, you and Mattheo that is, walk silently along the streets of Hogsmeade, your friends surrounding you, shielding you from the brisk winter air. Mattheo's arm is wrapped securely around you, hand tucked into your jacket pocket, your fingers intertwined. It was so warm. So comfortable. So effortless, as if you had spent forever with his hands in your pockets.

Blaise and Daphne had been the only ones to know of your secret feelings towards your best friend, yet not a single one of the others looked particularly shocked when the both of you showed up in the common room wrapped in each others arms one night.

“Bout bloody time,” you’d heard Theo grunt to Draco from across the fireplace.

Daphne of course had been utterly elated for you, and Blaise had made sure you knew that there were no hard feelings about switching dates for the ball. Especially after he had secured one Miss Luna Lovegood as his date with the surprising help of Mattheo.

A warm squeeze of your hand shakes you from your thoughts as your group comes to stop outside of The Three Broomsticks.

“You sure you don’t want to come down to the shops, y/n?” Daphne asks looking back at you as she forges on with Astoria and Millicent.

“Bloody hell, yes! She’ll be fine with me. You can’t have her to yourself all the time!” Pansy says with exasperation, shooing the other girls away and linking her arm through yours on your free side.

The bell above the door rings lightly as the rest of your group enters the warm tavern, Theo and Enzo racing to secure your usual table.

“Hey Matty!” A voice shouts, stopping your trio in your tracks.

You turn to see another booth filled with familiar looking Hogwarts students and recognize one of the girls you’d watch Mattheo reject just a few days ago.

“Come sit with us,” she continues, attempting to wave him over.

Pansy gives the girl a sneer as you walk past, Mattheo not even sparing a glance in their direction.

“Don’t even know the bloody girl’s name,” he mumbles under his breath, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.

“Ey, what’s the hold up?” Theo shouts as you all hurry over to the table.

“Bloody hell. I thought y/n being my girlfriend would finally get those birds to back off,” Mattheo complains as he takes his seat in the booth.

His arm remains wrapped securely around you the entire time, sending warm tingles through you. It’s all an act, you have to remind yourself, pulling yourself out of your head.

Draco snorts at Mattheo’s grumbling.

“Half the school already thought you two were dating. Didn’t stop em then, so I don’t see why it’d stop them now.” He says matter of factly as the rest of the group nods in agreement.

“You lot are so dramatic. No one thought we were dating,” you sigh, rolling your eyes at your friends.

Their eyes flicker awkwardly back and forth between the lot of them. “Right.” Pansy says finally, bringing an end to the silence.

You glare pointedly at the girl.

“I’m going to the loo. Order me a butter beer Matty?” You say, standing up abruptly.

“I’ll come,” Pansy says quickly, going to rise as well.

“It’s fine Pans. I’m a big girl. Promise not to get attacked by a troll or nothin,” you say with a smile.

Mattheo opens his mouth to protest before closing it again and giving your hand a tight squeeze.

You make your way through the maze of tables, finally making it to the ladies room. Making a beeline to the sink, you take a breath, letting cool water splash against your face.

Salazar, you needed to get a grip. But everything about being with Mattheo felt so real. So natural. Which just meant it would feel all the more real when things ended. You take another moment to gather yourself, dabbing any remaining bits of water from your face. As your hand falls on the door handle to make your way back however, loud voices fill the hall.

“I don’t know what he sees in her,” a voice practically snarls. You can practically feel the malice, dripping from their lips.

“So it’s true then? Mattheo is taking that girl to the ball?” Another voice asks.

“I heard they’re dating.”

“They weren’t already?”

“I wonder if he’s taking her out of pity.”

A chorus of voices all say at once.

You immediately bristle, realizing they were talking about you.

“I hear she was the only one in their group who didn’t have a date and she practically forced him to take her.”

“I thought she was going with Blaise.”

Bloody hell. Where did they get all of this information?

“Whatever. It’s not like it matters either way. There’s no way they last. She’s a mess, and Mattheo has never been able to settle has he? It’s only a matter of time.”

You feel a deep frown form at the harsh words, but before you’re able to react, the bathroom door is pushed open and you’re face to face with the group of girls from before. The girl you had recognized as Mattheo’s reject smirks as she eyes you up and down before simply pushing past you. The rest of the girls follow, leaving you to wander back to your friends.

When you sit down again, Mattheo has a warm drink already waiting, and you let out a small smile as you cozy up next to the boy. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself however, the words of the girl’s echo through your mind.

Later that evening, you lay comfortably in bed with your head resting gently on Mattheo’s chest, hypnotized by the slow rise and fall. You hadn’t seen your roommates all day, and doubted they would be back if they weren’t there by now.

You lived for nights like these when Mattheo would bow out of whatever mischief Theo and Enzo had cooked up, and instead spend the evening holed up with you cuddling, talking, or getting into your own trouble. Your room had become a safe haven. A sacred oasis of sorts for the both of you to unwind, safe from the outside world.

“You were awfully quiet today at The Broomsticks.” Mattheo says, breaking the silence.

You only hum in response.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“How are we going to break up?” You ask, rather abruptly, as you look up at your best friend.

Mattheo looks surprised at the question.

“I don’t know. Didn’t really think I’d get this far in my scheming to be quite honest. I suppose I figured we’d just say that we figured we’d be better off as friends, or something of the sort. You can blame the split on me though if you’d like.” He replies.

You move your head to look down once more, picking at the blankets.

“No, no. The friends thing is fine. When should we do it?”

“Trying to get rid of me already, love?” Mattheo asks with a laugh.

“I just want to know what to expect.” You say quietly, causing Mattheo to grow quiet as well.

“Alright. Then how about a few days after the ball? We say that the dance made us realize we were better off as friends, and everything goes back to the way it was.” He says finally.

You feel your heart crack at his words.

“Yeah. Exactly like how it was.” You repeat.

Smoothing your dress out one final time, you turn around to hear Daphne gasp.

“Oh that’s stunning,” she gushes, her own deep blue gown cascading elegantly around her in waves of silk.

You’d spent the last several hours or so in her and Pansy’s shared dorm getting ready for the ball with the other girls, though where Pansy had wandered off to you had no idea.

All you knew, was that you were bloody nervous. You didn’t think you would be. It was just like any other night you reasoned. You and Mattheo were with each other constantly. What difference did a pretty dress make?

“I think the boys are ready for us whenever we are. Toria, come get these shoes,” Daphne shouts.

Astoria really did look like a princess you think to yourself, her soft yellow gown billowing gently with every movement.

“Ready to go down?” She asks, seeming to float over.

“As I’ll ever be,” you respond with a nervous smile.

Giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, Astoria slips on her shoes before making her way down to the common room, you and Daphne following close behind.

The boys are already congregated by the fireplace; their loud chattering could be heard across the room, but as soon as Theo’s eyes meet Daphne’s he freezes and the rest of the boys quiet down, noticing the shift.

Your eyes lock onto Mattheo’s and you slowly make your way over, nervously picking at your skirt with trembling fingers.

“Beautiful as always, y/n,” he says, smiling down at you when you finally reach him. Gently, he raises your hand to his lips, barely grazing over your shaking fingertips before looking back at you with his signature smirk.

“Where’s Draco?” You ask, not quite able to stomachs the intensity of his gaze.

“Had to be there early. Something about the champions and their dates having the first dance or something,” he replies easily, his hand finding its ever familiar place on your waist.

“Oh we are not missing that,” you say, your nerves quickly being replaced with excitement.

Mattheo grins back. “I knew we’d be on the same page,” he responds, tugging you towards the doors.

Together, the both of you rush to the main hall just in time to see Harry and Draco getting herded into a lineup of the champions to be paraded into the Great Hall.

“I certainly hope he took Snape’s dance lessons to heart,” you giggle.

It doesn’t take much longer for the rest of your group to join the both of you and soon enough you find yourselves following the flood of students into the newly decorated Great Hall.

It really was spectacular. The house elves clearly had spared no expense with thick, green trees covered in tinsel and ornaments lining the walls. Floating candles cast a warm glow about the room and the floor had the appearance of being covered in freshly fallen snow.

You watch, hiding a laugh, as Draco and Harry move awkwardly around the dance floor, almost colliding with Cedric and Cho on more than one occasion. Salazar help them.

Slowly, other couples begin to join the champions on the dance floor, swirling together in a sea of shimmering color.

“May I have this dance m’lady?” Mattheo asks with a lopsided grin.

Before you even have the chance to respond however, Mattheo is pulling you onto the dance floor, a look of pure delight across his face. There were very few times you remembered him looking this happy, and it melted your heart.

As the night progressed, Mattheo refused to leave your side, his hand rarely leaving your waist. Really, you hardly left the dance floor either. The few times you were able to escape with Daphne or Pansy to the punch bowl, Mattheo tracked you down shortly after, pulling you right back into his arms.

To say that you were in heaven was an understatement. You had spent hours daydreaming about what it might be like to have Mattheo’s hard-won affection to yourself. And now that you had it, you were practically floating. Which just made it all the more heart wrenching as you anticipated the inevitable. It was as if every move you made, every dance the two of you shared, was done with your hands tied.

People really weren’t going to believe your break up if he continued on like this, you’d thought at some point. But you couldn’t quite bring yourself to tell him to back off, especially as it grew later. Your time with him was fleeting after all.

“Bloody hell, Matt. Give the girl some breathing room,” Pansy exclaims after Mattheo had sought you out for the third time.

Mattheo just gives her a guilty grin before spinning you out onto the dance floor once more.

“I didn’t realize you liked dancing this much Matty,” you tease as the two of you away slowly on the floor.

“Oh I don’t. Just making sure I take full advantage of the night,” he replies, looking intently down at you.

You cock you head to the side.

“With you as my girl, I mean,” he adds. And before you’re able to put together another cohesive thought, his lips are on yours. In the middle of the dance floor.

Immediately it feels as though the lights had gone out, leaving the two of you alone in the room as you let your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the softness of Mattheo’s lips on yours. They move slowly at first. Carefully. Before quickly growing hungrier, more determined.

You barely register Mattheo’s fingers digging into you as he pulls you closer, and find yourself lost in the gentle sway as everything around you burns to the ground, leaving behind a fire growing steadily in your chest.

And just like that, you’re back in Mattheo’s arms as the water comes rushing in, jerking you back to reality. You stand frozen staring up at Mattheo as couples continue to move around you.

Had that really just happened?

“Um- fresh air. I think.” You stutter out, all but dragging the boy from the dance floor, praying no one had seen or noticed.

Mattheo wordlessly allows you to lead him out to the courtyard entrance before you all but collapse on one of the stone benches, still in shock.

“Please don’t avada me! I didn’t think that through entirely.”

“I don’t want to break up.” You say in unison.

“What was that?” Mattheo asks in surprise.

“No- hold on. Why in Salazar’s green bed sheets would I want to avada you?” You ask incredulously.

“More importantly, you don’t want to fake breakup?” Mattheo asks with a grin.

“Of course I don’t want to break up! I’ve fancied you for years!” You blurt out, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as the words escape.

Mattheo looks at you with shock.

“No. I’ve fancied you for years. Why else do you think I refused to take anyone else to the ball?”

“Because you’re a stubborn arse,” you retort, barely processing the boy’s words.

He liked you?

The two of you stare at each other for another moment, still not fully believing the other as your minds race to put the pieces together.

It’s Mattheo who acts first, surging to connect your lips once more in a heated frenzy. It’s addicting really, the feeling of his soft lips against yours. The pull as he brings your bodies closer together. The warmth you can feel radiating off of him.

When you finally pull away this time, Mattheo’s eyes are shining down at you with that familiar intense gaze.

“We’re a pair of oblivious idiots, aren’t we?” You mumble, leaning into the boy.

“Well, you are. I haven’t exactly been subtle.” Mattheo replies with a snort, hugging you to his chest.

“Don’t be a twat. You’ve had girls fawning over you for years. What was I supposed to make of that?”

“I never looked payed them any mind, love. Think of it this way. I’ll just have years to make up for tonight,” he says with a cheeky smile.

You feel a familiar heat begin to rise in you once more as Mattheo takes hold of your arm, leading the way back to the dungeons.

“Oh I’ll hold you to that,” you reply, a mischievous smile making its way to your face.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less of you, love.”

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Always right

Hello! This is a commission for @calicocatboi, portraying Alex and Arcy, their OC's! It was a really fun writing, and I hope y'all enjoy it!

CW: ftm misgendering, breeding kink, preg kink, lactation, birth, labor denial, humiliation, nsfw

Alex's hand pinned his head against the pillow, and as he felt the sharpness of his nails pressing against the back of his head, Arcy’s pussy started to clench around the swelling knot of his boyfriend's dick. He could feel Alexander’s movements becoming more frenetic, harder, as his boyfriend towered upon him and trusted mercilessly into his hole.

As Alex used his body weight to stop Arcy from writhing beneath him, one of his hands pressed Arcy’s face against the pillow and the other free hand was busy with one of his boobs. Arcy’s breasts were sore and red, leaking saliva from the previous foreplay and covered in marks, the result of all the kissing and biting.

A loud moan escaped Arcy’s lips when he started to feel the familiar sensation of Alex’s dick starting to swell inside of him. It was predicted by how fast and erratic the werewolf movements were becoming with each trust, barely able to think besides the pleasure of being buried deep in his pussy, but it always took Arcy by surprise.

"F…Fuck…" The words came out slurred out of Arcy’s mouth when he felt the base of Alex's cock starting to become wider, thicker, around his sensitive pussy lips. “I’m so…fucking close.”

Electricity shot through his body when the tip of Alex's dick finally hit his sweet spot, making Arcy become a trembling mess beneath him. He could feel the warmth of Alex’s breath hitting the back of his head as Alex lowered himself, still pounding into him, and he slid one of his hands beneath Arcy’s legs, pressing the palm of his hand against his clitoris before he started to rub circles on it.

"Cum," Alex growled, "Cum for me."

An orgasm washed over Arcy’s body as soon as the words reached his ears. Alex let out a loud growl as he felt his pussy tightening around his cock, and then he felt his dick completing the knot, pressing against Arcys’ walls and getting stuck.

It was a matter of seconds before Arcy felt Alex’s warm seed filling him up, trapped inside his pussy by the knot. Bare, totally raw.

Alex decided to start going raw.

Well, it technically was a couple's decision, the one they took about having a baby, because, of course, Arcy was sure about it. There was no way he could not be sure when Alex had so many and so good points, right?

So yeah, having a baby was a couple's decision.

Alex’s point helped Arcy decide that the right thing to do was to postpone his transition, to wait until after the pregnancy: it was just gonna be better for him to wait until the baby was here, better on him and his body. And yes, it made sense: Arcy wanted everything to go as organic and natural as possible with the baby, even if it meant that he had to put that aspect of his life on hold.

Alex thought that was the best route to take. And his boyfriend was always right.

He felt Alex shifting behind him, wrapping his arms around Arcy’s body before he let his whole weight fall on top of him, pressing even deeper inside of his pussy.

“Good boy," Alex growled in his ear. “Take it.”

He felt his stomach slowly inflating as Alex’s seed filled him up. One of his hands traced the curve of Arcy’s stomach. An odd feeling came over Arcy. Deep in the fog of his ecstasy, the idea seemed unreal, Arcy could barely imagine the fact that in the next few months, he was going to be pregnant.

***

His eyes deceived him. If Arcy touched his body, when he would run his hand over his stomach or when he grasped over his chest, everything felt the same as always.

But now, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, what he was and what he felt didn’t match. Beneath the palm of his hand rested the noticeable protuberance of his growing stomach. It was there, and it wasn't small. Arcy didn’t think that he would be able to hide it for much longer.

Going upwards, towards his chest, it was already starting to swell. His boobs—as Alex started to refer to them— were growing, and not only in size. His sensitivity levels were also growing exponentially as the months went by.

He experienced the fact of feeling different from what he saw in the mirror his whole life, always, but now it was entirely different: he could no longer see himself as anything other than pregnant. Other than swollen, and heavy with Alex’s child, almost as if he were no man any more.

The first few months were relatively easy. Morning sickness was almost non-existent, but his body did seem to just want to lay down and nestle in his bed, surrounded by Alex or by anything with his smell.

Now, as he reached the mark of the five months, Arcy was starting to see it.

His stomach, still a small bump (easily covered by his hoodies when he felt like it) hadn't been a problem until now. Until he realized that as every day passed, it was becoming harder and harder to just hide it.

He barely knew what he wanted to mean with it, because now, it was everything: his growing boobs, his swelling bump, his softening body, his widening hips. Everything that made him feel not him.

Arcy was used to the feeling of his body not being his, but now, he felt like a foreign in his skin more than ever. Everything was bigger, everything was more sensitive. Everything was more and more unavoidable as time passed.

Curvier than ever. His hips had to widen to accommodate the growing pup inside him, his body became softer, thighs thicker and thicker, his chest barely able to contain itself behind his binder, his walk slowly turning into a waddle.

And deep down, almost rooted, there was an idea that he was fighting. The idea that this had to be his (her) one and true nature: his body was meant for this after all. Meant for motherhood. Meant to be a baby carry machine, to be a breeding bitch, almost.

Fuck. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting wet at the idea.

Arcy's eyes traveled in the mirror from his face, to look for Alex, who was sitting on the edge of the bed behind him, staring at him through the mirror reflection.

He saw the look, Alex's eyes hungrily roaming over his body. Arcy scoffed. Alex raised an eyebrow.

“Come here.”

His boyfriend's voice, low and gritty, sent chills down his spine and made his pussy throb. Still, Arcy remained in his place in front of the mirror.

Who did he think he was, all bossy and ordering Arcy around like that? If anyone in the room, right now and in this situation, had the right to be a brat, it was Arcy.

As if it wasn't enough to be like this, now he was being bossed around.

“Come here,” Alex repeated.

Arcy didn't turn to look at him, instead, just shrugged, pulling his hoodie down to cover himself again.

“No,” he said, “I'm not in the mood for any of you right now, Alex.”

He didn't see it, but he heard the low growl and the buff coming out of his boyfriend's. Then, Arcy heard the bed creaking under his weight as Alex leaned forward, resting his hand on his knees.

“I said,” Alex growled, “Come here.”

Arcy shook his head and swallowed. He could feel the hair of his neck sticking up, and the feeling of Alex’s eyes burning on his back, and Arcy felt like prey. Well, Arcy thought, he got a reaction. A small smirk crept up his face as he felt the heat between his legs grow.

Then, the next thing Arcy knew was that Alex’s hands were pushing against his body, and he pulled Arcy down by the hips towards him, pressing his ass to his lap. A small whimper escaped Arcy’s lips when he felt the bulge of Alex’s dick pressing between his legs, and almost unconsciously, Arcy’s hips jerked, pressing back against Alex’s growing erection. Alex tightened his grip around his arms, keeping him in place as he leaned in to press a kiss against his neck.

“I told you,” Arcy grumbled, “I’m not in the mood for you.”

Arcy writhed, trying to escape his boyfriend's grip, but all he could do was squirm and press himself even more against the forming erection in Alex's pants, his cock twitching when Arcy tried to get away from him and failed.

“You shouldn’t talk to me like that,” Alex said slowly, sliding one of his hands up the fur of his abdomen, “Should you?”

Arcy squirmed, “I’m gonna…” his words were interrupted by a gasp that escaped his lips when Alex's hand traveled further up, squeezing his boobs. “…Talk… however I want.”

In response, Alex squeezed his boob harshly. A loud whimper escaped his lips and Arcy squirmed, his hips rocking against his boyfriend's throbbing dick. It only made the werewolf even more feral. He could almost feel the way Alex’s breath hitched, the beat of his heart thumping loudly in his chest, pressed against Arcy’s back, the heat of his throbbing erection against his ass.

Alex wrapped his hands around Arcy’s forearms and lifted him to pull him away from him, dragging him around the bed.

Yeah, Alex was not only way bigger than him, but Arcy also recognized how stronger he was compared to him. His boyfriend always said that Arcy hit like a girl. And it was true: it didn’t matter how much effort Arcy put into going to the gym, trying to get stronger, trying to look as buff and intimidating as Alex did effortlessly, at the end of the day when he looked at himself in the mirror, he still looked like a girl.

Alex lifted him, dragged him around, and manhandled him into throwing him onto the bed.

He felt the weight of his boyfriend's body crushing him down when Alex hovered over him, his hard breath tickling his neck as he pressed his teeth into the soft skin there, ever so faintly, but it still drew a moan from Arcy.

“God, babe,” Alex groaned, a smirk on his voice. “There’s just something about you since…” he stopped, lowering himself towards Arcy and pressing a small kiss on his neck.

It seemed like he wasn’t sure about the words that were about to come out of his mouth next, but then his chest raised and fell, and he spoke anyway. “Since you started showing. You look smoking hot like that."

Yeah, there was something about it. It made him incredibly horny to know that finally, he managed to knock up Arcy. To put his puppies inside of that little body of him. The soon-to-be huge pups inside of him. There was a certain inherent pride in knowing that, and just for the sake of making it clear, it made him horny as fuck.

It wasn’t only the feeling, but also the facts: the way Arcy’s body was changing, becoming more and more… feminine by the moment, it drove him fucking crazy.

Alex’s fingers halted at the waistband of Arcy’s sweatpants before he slowly started to pull them down, smirking as the first sight of the purple panties was revealed. If Alex didn’t know better, he would have thought the fact that Arcy was wearing the very one lingerie set Alex loved was an honest mistake or just a wonderful coincidence.

But Arcy did know better, and he knew that it was on purpose.

One of the changes that didn’t go unnoticed by Arcy was how horny his boyfriend was.

Alex continued to lift Arcy’s shirt upwards before he finally slid it off. His eyes were fixed on Arcy’s engorged breasts, now barely contained by the purple fabric, the sensitive skin pushing and teasing against his bra and stretching it to its limit.

Alex meant it when he said he liked this better. He probably would have never admitted it out loud, but seeing Arcy like this, almost at the peak of femininity, felt natural. It felt so much more natural than seeing him wearing a binder all the time. It had been a delicious experience to be able to sit back down and watch the fruit of his work. To see Arcy's hips, his boobs, the way his body changed to get used to fulfilling his natural mandate: to carry a pup.

To carry his pups. Like a good girl.

His dick was throbbing inside his pants. Alex slid a finger down Arcy’s pussy, teasing the elastic band of his underwear before he slid the finger inside the fabric, pressing against his wet folds.

A small growl escaped Arcy’s lips as his body twitched under his boyfriend’s touch, and he pushed his hips forward, meeting the palm of Alex’s hand, in a desperate attempt of anything that would produce the necessary friction for him to get off.

He felt like a desperate slut when his hand reached to search blindly for Alex’s throbbing dick, caressing and slowly pumping the erection over the fabric of his pants.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” Arcy teased, “Or you just gonna stand there and do nothing?”

He could feel the wetness growing between his legs as Alex rubbed his hand against his pussy. The pressure and the grinding seemed to go on forever, until Arcy couldn’t take any more and let out another needy moan.

Alex pressed his claws against the soft skin of Arcy’s hips, pulling him closer, before he hurriedly slid down his zip and slid inside of him, growling as he felt the wetness and warmth of Arcy's pussy clenching around him.

Another one of the few good things that being pregnant got Arcy was that he was always ready to be fucked. And usually, Arcy was constantly thinking about sex. But now it was as if his brain had melted and the only thing that remained inside his brain was being horny. He was just always ready to have Alex bending him over and stuff his dick inside his pussy.

And now that Alex was scratching that itch, thrusting faster and faster inside of him, Arcy could not articulate a single thought besides how good it felt.

How good it felt to let himself be used like that, deeply aware that Alex was using him to satisfy that particular itch. The word use was quite strong, but Arcy wasn’t dumb. He slowly but surely realized that the more he looked more and more like a woman, the more Alex was unable to keep his hand off of him.

It was humiliating. The idea was embarrassing, and it made him feel almost sick, but if Alex was so sure that he liked this better, then his boyfriend had to be right. It was just stupid to think Alex could be wrong, that Alex could want anything but what was right for Arcy.

It was humiliating, so humiliating how wet the whole thing made him.

A loud whimper escaped his lips when Alex started to thrust faster inside of him, his claws gripping at his arms and pulling him closer, trying to get deeper inside of him with each thrust.

“Ugh, f…fuck!” Arcy moaned, gripping the sheets as his eyes rolled at the back of his head.

Alex paced up the speed of his movements, his dick throbbing inside of the smaller boy. The fogging pleasure was starting to escalate, slowly but surely, and Arcy could feel himself starting to be pushed to the edge. He was almost there, thighs trembling and mouth babbling nonsense.

The tip of Alex’s was starting to swell inside of him, and he could feel his lips starting to clench around it, when Alex suddenly pulled out of him, leaving him feeling desperately empty.

A frustrated whimper escaped his mouth, but his confusion was replaced quickly when, without giving him time to even react or complain, Alex lifted his body and tossed him around in bed, so that his head was hanging from the edge of the bed, and then Alex pulled away from him, standing up and to tower over him.

If Arcy looked up, all he could see was Alex’s erection, red and swollen, leaking precum upon his head.

Then, Alex guided his dick inside of Arcy’s mouth.

The werewolf couldn't help a low growl as he felt Arcy’s lips wrapping around the tip,

“C’mon now,” Alex breathed, pushing himself into Arcy’s mouth. “Be a good girl for me.”

A whiny sound escaped Arcy’s throat, and none of them were sure if it was a protest or a moan. He could feel the heat between his legs and the need to have something creating the necessary friction for him to get off was maddening.

If Arcy was offended by his words, it didn’t show when he started sucking on his dick. His free hand reached to slide between his legs, starting to rub fast, desperate circles over his sensitive clit.

Inside of him, the pup kicked against the stretched skin of his sensitive abdomen. Alex reached a hand to let it rest over the bump of his stomach, possessively, and it only took Arcy a few more strokes to make himself cum against his hand.

Alex’s seed exploded inside of his mouth seconds later, and Arcy, like the slut he wanted to be, swallowed every drop of the thick liquid inside of his mouth. Under the pressure of Alex’s hand, he could feel his stomach starting to swell with cum, growing ever so slightly but noticeable.

As he stared down at his own body, Arcy noticed the tensing skiing of his stomach as it grew, and right where Alex’s hand was still pressed, the pup kicked. Then, Alex bent over to reach with his hand between Arcy’s legs, sliding a finger between his folds and taking it to Arcy’s lips.

“Taste yourself,” he said, a smirk on his voice as Arcy licked the slimy substance out of his finger. “And to think you didn’t want to. I can’t imagine what it would be like if you did.

Arcy, still lightheaded, nodded. Alex was always right.

***

His eyes wandered absently on the shop window, and Arcy barely registered what he saw, but then, he stopped in his tracks, and his eyes went back to his reflection, staring at himself almost with wide eyes.

He looked massive.

Well, not massive, but definitely fucking pregnant. The hem of his shirt was stretched and lifted over the lower curve of his abdomen, revealing the skin of his underbelly, and the fabric was tight around his engorged boobs.

The image —his image, took him by surprise. He didn't realize that most of his clothing had stopped fitting. Or rather, started fitting.

Most of his wardrobe consisted of oversized hoodies and overall, clothes that were way too big for Arcy. But now, his clothes were fitting him just right.

He was quickly running out of ways of hiding his new body. The fabric of all his shirts, all of his hoodies, were now overstretched over the curve of his swollen bump, and his growing chest —god, it seemed like it never stopped getting bigger and bigger, every day— was impossible to hide.

It was embarrassing to be out in public like that.

Alex was the one to speak to the doctor, and he made it clear to Arcy: there was no way he could bind his chest if they wanted to keep going with the idea of breastfeeding.

And of course, they were breastfeeding. Alex was right, it would be best for the baby to have real milk, not formula. And Arcy had a great milk supply.

A large one.

Usually, his boobs were the last thing on his mind: he would either put on a hoodie and go on or he would bind them, but now? His possibilities were few.

At the end of the day, his mind always drifted to what Alex said once: he looked like such a pretty girl now. He looked like what he was supposed to look like.

A low hum escaped his lips at the idea. His eyes tried to travel to the baby items on display, but in the end, they always ended up going back to his reflection.

It ruined the day for him. Whenever the exact thing he tried to hide —hide, what a curious choice of wording it— was finally coming to light. He barely looked like a real man.

“I think we should go back home, “ Arcy grumbled, crossing his arms against his chest and looking away from the shop window. “Now.”

By his side, Alex raised an eyebrow. He didn’t need to turn around to feel the way Arcy’s mood had turned sour. The werewolf felt a pang of annoyance at his boyfriend’s words: it was Arcy who insisted on the nonsense of them going out to the mall, the worst place ever, and then being grumpy and pouting and complaining all day long.

And the worst of all? Once again, Alex was right, he was opposed to the idea from the start.

“Why did you make me bring you here?” Alex gruffed. “We didn’t buy anything, and you’ve been all day with that attitude of yours.”

Almost intentionally, Alex quickened his pace, his steps widening, and he started to leave Arcy behind him.

A frown took over Arcy’s features, and he let out a huff as he tried to match his boyfriend’s pace, mainly, to at least be able to see him in the eye while they talked. But it was hard, his legs were short and, well, now with all the extra weight he was carrying and with his protuberant stomach, his walking turned into a waddle. And he could never match Alex’s speed.

"Alex!" Arcy whined, “Don’t run.”

By the moment Arcy could finally reach his boyfriend, they were making their way out of the mall. They passed by the food court —the smell of fresh bread and hot sandwiches wafting from the stands, which made Arcy want to gag— and they continued walking in a tense silence as they finally reached the parking lot.

Alex let out a loud huff, rolling his eyes before he finally turned to face Arcy, and his frown only deepened when Arcy gave him an exasperated, pouty look.

Alex’s eyes narrowed, his voice rising in frustration. “Then why did you drag me here in the first place? You know I can’t stand this stuff!”

Arcy crossed his arms, his cheeks flushing with anger. “Because it’s not just about you, Alex! We needed things, and I thought you could try to enjoy it. But no, you always have to make everything miserable!”

Alex scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, right, because waddling through a mall for hours is my idea of fun, right.”

Arcy just let out a loud groan and rolled his eyes, deciding to keep his mouth shut.

Arcy just let out a loud groan and rolled his eyes, deciding to keep his mouth shut. He was just so over it, and didn’t feel like getting into an argument at this point —even if it was all Alex’s fault in the first place. Arcy had done his best to make his boyfriend happy. It wasn’t his fault that Alex was just being an asshole.

He was about to say something else, just to not let Alex feel like he won the argument, but a tingling sensation took over in his chest, and then, Arcy felt a warm, wet spot forming right at his nipples. He stared down at his breasts, confused, taking his fingers to run them along the damp spots in the fabric. Fuck, he was leaking.

"Damn it…" Arcy mumbled under his breath, feeling his face heat up.

He looked around them, seeing if anyone was staring at them, but thankfully the parking lot was almost empty.

It was the first time that happened to him in public, and thank god he was wearing black clothes. He couldn't stand the odd looks people would give him when they saw his gravid stomach, let alone if they saw that he had wet spots on his chest. Arcy was glad there were no people around to see him struggling to get into the car like a beached whale.

He wasn't sure, but Arcy had the suspicion that Alex took the bumpiest road home. With every shift and jolt of the car, Arcy's body felt more and more uncomfortable, and his boobs ached from all the bouncing. The wet spots of milk just kept on growing larger, unable to stop the milk from leaking.

It was going to be a long ride home.

***

“What are you doing?”

Arcy’s words should have come out more decided, a bit more meaner than they actually did. But as Alex opened his legs further apart and positioned himself between his thighs with no advice, Arcy had to admit that it indeed turned him on a bit. Just a tiny bit.

The first thing he did when he got home was get shirtless, and then, plop himself on the couch with his feet propped up the coffee table. He wasn't in the mood for anything else after their little escapade at the mall, and after the disaster his shirt turned into, it felt best to just hang out around the house naked.

To Alex, seeing his boyfriend naked, sprawled like that on the couch, was an invitation. A clear invitation. And Alex already had an idea in mind about what he wanted to do.

The idea came to him a few days ago, when he read something on a webpage, and it didn't want to leave his mind. He wasn't sure how to bring it up to Arcy, and if this wasn't the right timing he didn't think it would ever be.

Alex moved Arcy's arms, crossed against his naked chest, away, and started to kiss his way up Arcy’s bare chest, slowly leaving distracted kisses on his round stomach. Beneath him, he could feel Arcy's body squirming, suppressing a moan.

"Hey, get off…!" Arcy whimpered, not really making an effort to pull away from him. "I don't wanna"

But his hands went around Alex's neck, keeping him close as Alex finally reached one of his nipples, and slowly wrapped his lips around it, teasing and sucking hard enough that Arcy had to grit his teeth together. He moaned when Alex's fingers started circling his other nipple, rubbing and circling the tender skin.

When Alex finally stopped for breath, Arcy's breath hitched. He leaned forward, trying to catch some kind of attention from his boyfriend's lips again.

Alex went back to his nipple, biting and sucking harshly, before switching the pattern to his other boob, alternating between sucking and caressing each nipple, massaging Arcy's chest. When Arcy's hands tightened around his neck again, he smirked.

It was odd, because what should have been borderline painful and annoying to Arcy, his sensitive breasts being groped like that, sucked on, wasn't being annoying at all. He could feel his pussy throbbing and the arousal starting to rise in his body.

He felt his cheeks heating up, shame rising in his chest at the idea that he was probably about to cum from this.

Actually, Arcy was sure that he was just about to cum. He was right there, didn't even need to slide his hand between his legs to feel how wet he was.

He felt Alex's hand take one of his boobs in its grasp, and then squeeze hard. A loud moan escaped Arcy's throat, and his hips buckled forward, his hand gripping Alex's hair to pull his head closer to his chest. Alex took it like a command, using his tongue to play with Arcy's erect nipple in his mouth before he went once again suctioning.

A second later, Arcy's knees felt weak as a stream of milk burst out of him as Alex sucked, and an orgasm washed over him. He fell back onto the cushions, his back arching as he let out a loud moan, his hand grabbing Alex's hair. His eyes fluttered open, watching as Alex continued to suck and lick clean the milk spilling off him.

Arcy was left lying in a daze, panting heavily as his heart pounded in his ears. Well, that was something.

“Mhm…" Alex hummed in response, lifting his head to stare at Arcy, resting his hands on his bump. "Looks like we found a solution to your… leaking problem," he whispered lowly, kissing the underside of his stomach.

Yes, there was definitely a solution there.

***

Arcy was craving, in the sense of fucking needing it, some coffee.

He wouldn't have thought that the craving for coffee could be stronger than the annoyance he felt with the world when being this pregnant, just about to pop —in fact, just a day before being overdue— but it was. But they didn’t have decaf coffee at home.

But he had stopped feeling like crap, finally, and he had to make the most out of it. So yes, he pestered Alex until he agreed to take him for some coffee, even when Alex didn’t think it was a good idea to get out of the house at all.

Since he entered his last trimester, Alex hovered over him like a dog, watching his every move as if worried Arcy could break at any moment. He wasn't going to break, but he could pop at any moment. Having 6'2" of fur and muscle on top of him all the time was annoying.

Today Arcy wasn’t feeling like shit, per se, but he was still feeling odd.

He just felt…odd. First, he felt full. Full of the huge pup that Alex put in him. Then, he was sensitive, hot, and bothered, everywhere. None of those were new, but in the last few days, Arcy reached new levels of being in discomfort he didn’t imagine were possible.

He felt like he was going to pop any second, the pup weighing him down and the overall feeling of his body that could barely stand being fully clothed. It was almost hell to exist pregnant and in the summertime. And not to mention the relentlessness of the pup inside of him, always moving and turning and kicking, and the cramps.

Those were the worst, always happening at the worst moment, turning his already poor tummy into a tense, solid thing that always made him stop right in his tracks. They weren’t painful, and Arcy was sure they weren’t contractions, but god were they insufferable.

So when that morning he woke up feeling brand new and with a few, spaced cramps that were barely noticeable, it seemed like a good idea to go get some coffee and enjoy the sunny day.

Now, as he waited in what seemed the longest line in history, he was starting to regret his decision.

His hands were busy cradling his tense stomach, trying to lift some of the weight straining his back. Arcy was feeling so irritated. About everything, not only about the waiting line. The people were being too loud, it was hot in there —he was starting to sweat—, his clothes felt tight wrapping around his body.

He was about to mentally go over all of the things that were annoying him, just to double check, when a sharp cramp shot through the base of his stomach and his lower back, making Arcy frown.

“Fuck…” he muttered, breathing through his nose.

Breathe in, breathe out.

That was a contraction. As much as Arcy tried to convince himself it wasn’t, that was a contraction. He tried to play it off as the occasional cramps, but now the ‘occasional cramps’ had been coming consistently and being more and more painful since they went out of the house.

It wasn’t fair that his day was ruined by it, and it wasn’t fair that his body would mess with him like that, making him feel great and the next second, like crap. He was so mad at himself, that he tried to pretend the contractions weren’t there as much as possible. But now, as his swollen feet and achy back from standing in the same place for minutes were starting to take a toll on him, it was harder to ignore it.

Arcy turned around towards the windows by his side, squinting his eyes as he looked for Alex’s car outside, but he couldn't see it. Well, at least he wasn’t there to give him the ‘told you so’ stare.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed since his last contraction, but he was now closer to the cashier, barely, but they were getting there. God, he didn’t realize how claustrophobic the shop was when he first walked in, how small and cramped it was. Now, it seemed as if everyone were pressing together against everyone, and all the people making their way out of the store would bump into him, most of them, without looking back twice and saying sorry.

Arcy cursed out loud the next time his stomach tensed. A few people in front of him turned to give him nasty looks, but most of the world was engrossed in their phones or with their attention elsewhere. He was glad, the last thing he needed right now was people looking at him.

He was almost halfway there, mentally going over his order, when another contraction hit him. His hands gripped at the base of his stomach, and his legs trembled, and Arcy bit his lip to contain a low moan that threatened to escape his throat. He focused on breathing as normally as possible, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but his hitched breath caught the attention of some of the people.

Well, fuck, it was going worse than he predicted.

When he finally could stand up straighter after the pain subsided, Arcy thought that if he couldn’t get to the bloody counter in the next five minutes, he was going home. As soon as he thought that, the cashier lifted his head from behind the counter and his eyes found Arcy’s. The cashier’s eyes traveled from his face towards his abdomen.

“She’s pregnant,” the cashier said, pointing with his finger to Arcy. “Come on here, you have priority, I’ll take your order.”

He felt his face was burning when people turned to look at him. They moved around to let him go, and every step was almost painful as he made his way to the counter. He wanted nothing more than to correct the cashier and tell him that she was a he, but fuck, if he stood there for a second more he was going to kill someone.

As soon as he made it to the counter, a contraction took over him again, his breath coming out harshly through his teeth and his stomach tensing. Arcy gripped the counter with both his hands, knuckles turning white, as he tried to play it off.

“Uh… mhm” he breathed, aware that he probably looked weird right now, “Just… Can I get a cup of decaf latte, please? And… fuck… and an Americano. To go”

The muscles of his stomach were on fire, and Arcy had to bite his lip as the cashier turned around to start with his order.

“Can I get you anything else?" The cashier asked when he handed him the stuff. "We have fresh chocolate buns…"

It seemed like every word that came out of the cashier’s mouth would drag on forever. He didn’t hear a single one else as his eyes traveled behind the cashier, staring at the chocolate buns, and as his stomach contracted again. He could feel the skin tensing under the palm of his hand, and Arcy was sure that his face was red with the effort he was making to not let any other sound escape his lips as he shook his head. His bun in the oven was fucking ready to come out, he thought.

The walk to the exit was a walk of shame. Arcy didn't realize how low the pup was inside of him. The huge head was now crashing against his pelvis, slowly opening him up, and his walk had turned into a pathetic waddle. He was trying to control his body as much as he could, to walk straight, but with the weight of the baby and his tensing stomach, it was almost impossible.

He had the sensation that everyone was staring at him. And he had the idea that everyone was pitying the miserable, gravid girl making her way out of the coffee shop, an expectant mother trying to make it in the last stretch of her pregnancy.

The fresh air of the street offered him a momentary relief, but it washed off as soon as he realized that he still had to walk towards the car. He thought that it shouldn't be that hard to get there, but then another contraction hit and Arcy had to grasp the wall by his side for support, his legs quivering beneath him as his stomach tensed, the most painful one he had felt at the moment.

"Shit…!" Sweat rolled down the sides of his forehead as the contraction passed. "Fuck," he wheezed, taking another minute to catch his breath. "Come on…"

A few paces later he was able to walk normally again. When he finally reached the car and climbed in, with a low groan as he pulled himself in the passenger's seat. The shift in his gravity center when he slumped against the passenger's seat, the pup crashing down on his hips like a bowling ball, made him whimper out loud.

Alex gave him an odd look as he started the engine. "You alright?" he wondered, raising his brow.

Arcy gave him a nod as he shifted in his seat, trying to find a position where the pressure would be more bearable, but there really wasn’t anything that could help him in this state. It was all coming over him now, the realization that he thought he could outsmart his own body and pretend the baby wasn't coming yet. And he was wrong.

"Fuck…" Arcy huffed out again, resting his head on the window."Don't worry about me," he mumbled, his hand caressing the side of his stomach. "Don't… worry about me. All good- let's get home."

"Yeah," Alex nodded, taking a sip of his coffee before leaving it on the cupholder. "We just have to go to the store real quick…"

Arcy closed his eyes and pressed his head back as another contraction took over him, biting his lips as he pressed his hips down on the seat, trying to escape the pain.

"Alex, we have to get home." Arcy muttered, opening his eyes once again."Now."

Even if he couldn’t see him, he knew Alex was rolling his eyes, and the werewolf let out a groan before he turned his head to face Arcy. "We got your coffee, now don't be a fucking brat and…"

"Alex…!" When the contraction reached its peak, Arcy whimpered, "We need to go home right now. F…fuck, this baby is coming. Now."

When Alex turned to face him fully, he saw the exact moment when the realization hit. Then, he saw the exact moment when Alex gave him the I told you so look. A groan escaped Arcy's throat, both because of annoyance and because of the sudden burst of pain.

"Oh shit," Alex gritted his teeth, "Yeah. Not gonna say I told you so, but I told you so."

Arcy was about to reply, but the next wave caught him completely off guard. It was like somebody had just taken a sledgehammer to his gut, and he couldn't do shit other than gasp as his body convulsed and his legs forced themselves apart, trying to find space for his contracting stomach to go. Then, Arcy let out a quiet "shit" as he felt a sudden flow of water coming from between his legs, staining his pants and leaking to the seat.

He shifted, looking between his legs, and he couldn't help but let out another moan. Arcy didn't even turn to face Alex as he started driving, because yes, Alex was right, again.

***

Now that he was in the privacy of his living room, he could allow himself to moan and wail as freely as he wanted, as well as he could give himself the freedom of not wearing any clothes. Whenever he looked down, all he could see was the gravid, tense, and stretched skin of his contracting stomach, and his sore and sensitive breasts, swollen and starting to leak.

The baby's head was right there, pushing behind his lips, he could feel the way his pussy was bulging almost obscenely around it.

"Can you feel it?" Arcy croaked as Alex's hand cupped his pussy, "Shit, shit, shit… it burns!"

"Yes," Alex nodded, his free hand moving to rest on his stomach. "Push with the next contraction."

Arcy swallowed, trying to fight back a moan, as he tried to focus on what he was doing instead of feeling the baby starting to stretch him open. It was bigger than he anticipated, and shit, it was more painful than what he anticipated.

As if he could read his mind, Alex patted his stomach.

"C'mon, you can do this," the werewolf mumbled, remaining quiet when Arcy's stomach contracted under his palm, staring as his boyfriend's eyes went shut, focusing on pushing. "Listen to your body. It was made for this, wasn't it?"

The tone wasn't mockery itself, but Arcy was sure there was an ironic remark to it. And it filled him both with pride and shame. Making Alex proud made him proud, for carrying his pup so well. But it was so embarrassing that Alex was right: this, right here and now, was exactly what his body was made for.

"All women know how to do this, Arcy" Alex stated calmly, "Just go with it. Push."

His stomach contracted and Arcy squatted down, gripping with both hands at the couch back, and pushed. He gritted his teeth when the pup's head slid outside further, stretching his pussy even more open, and his knees trembled, trying to close in reflex. Alex's hand on his thigh kept his legs open.

Another grunt escaped his lips as the contraction went away, and the pup's head slid back inside a bit. Arcy let his head fall back in frustration. "Fuck," he mumbled.

Another one came shortly after, and once again Arcy gripped the couch as he bore down and pushed, his face contorted in pain. Soon, the pup's head slid out, reaching the ring of fire. Arcy shouted, his legs trembling as he shifted his hips in the air, trying to escape the burning feeling between his legs.

"C'mon girl," Alex whispered, his hand stroking Arcy's belly, cupping the pup's head. "Keep pushing."

Another contraction came. Arcy felt how his muscles tensed against his back as the pain became unbearable, and he squatted even further, shaking his head as if it could make the pain go away. He felt hot and tense, and the pressure between his legs was hell, he just couldn't wait until this was over and his pup was in his arms.

With his next push, the head was finally out with a splash of amniotic fluid. His body shook as he leaned forward and supported himself on the couch, feeling Alex's hand firmly on his leg to keep them from snapping closer. Almost there.

Another contraction, and then the pup's shoulders were fully out, and a long whine escaped Arcy, his knuckles going white, his eyes squeezed shut. He focused on pushing, trying to ignore the burning sensation between his legs, and with his next effort, the body was fully out.

Alex helped him steady himself before he guided the pup to Arcy's chest, where he placed it gently. And Arcy felt a sudden sense of relief wash over his whole being, his heart beating rapidly and his muscles relaxing.

"Good job, Momma," Alex praised, wiping sweat from his face. "Good girl. You did it. I told you so."

Yes, Alex told him so. And he was right, Arcy thought, smiling slightly at his pup.

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thevirtualvalentine · 5 months ago

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— ☁︎ AKATSUKI REACTION TO YOUR ‘AKATSUKI THEMED’ BONNET :

content warnings: fluff, kinky/curly haired!reader, established relationships, crack but written in character(ish), hidan being hidan, dreadhead!tobi, they love you and your natural hair. 🖤

authors note: extremely self indulgent headcannons I’ve been sitting on because I think this would be hilarious.

Inspired by my bonnet:

DEIDARA

Deidara takes exceptionally good care of his hair, it’s something the two of you bonded over together in the hideout. He watches you do your wash days and then lets you slink into his room after to hangout, but today you got a new bonnet.

“Now that is a work of art,” he laughs watching you make your way to the bed. Usually, your bonnets are in one solid color but today… it’s black with red clouds, like his cloak. “Where’d you get a thing like that.”

Obviously, he had to get one himself so that you can match. “Baby, don’t gatekeep,” he begged and pleaded. On the upside, his hair is softer and silkier than ever and you’re beginning to envy his inches of 613 hair.

HIDAN

Hidan, bless his heart, does not understand hair care. When you first started seeing each other he did not know what a bonnet was for. But, once he learned he started buying you ones that he thought were cute. Pink ones, purple ones, ones with ties so you could make a bow.

“I ain’t ever seen no akatsuki bonnet,” he remarks watching you strut around the living room in your new item. “It’s cute bunny, real cute.” He can’t explain it, but this strokes his pride 10 fold seeing you in his paraphernalia. Safe to say this one became his favorite.

He did, however, also have one special made with Lord Jashins symbols too.

ITACHI

Itachi is a kind lover, therefore he does most of your hair care for you. Since being with him, wash day have never been a hassle. Braid outs, wash n go’s, cornrows galore that boy knows what to do.

That’s why when you’ve come to bed tonight you decide to surprise him. “What’d ya think?” You say while scooting closer to your lover under the covers. He’s also freshly showered, skin still damp as he lazily props himself up with an arm.

He toys with the elastic by dragging his finger along the perimeter, his sultry eyelashes batting as he looks you over. “I like it,” And he means it, but he already knows he’s going to get you one with the Uchiha insignia instead.

KONAN

Similarly to Itachi, Konan knows what the fucks going on. Queen of detangles and leave in conditioners, she gets you right and takes pride in being helpful to you. So, you thought you’d pay your girlfriend back with an homage to her organization that seemingly has profound meaning to her.

It’s late and you know she’s a bit stressed as of recent, so as you both get ready for bed in your shared bathroom you put on your new bonnet. She almost chokes on her toothbrush in shock!

“Oh baby I love it! Where did you even get something like that. It suits you so well,” she dotes with toothpaste still on the sides of her mouth. It puts a smile on her face whenever you wear it.

KAKUZU

The truest idgaf-er, says not a lick the day you wear it around him. Honestly he doesn’t know how feels about it, a stupid investment really. That you’d spend, most likely, his money on a such a trivial thing [eyeroll emoji].

Whatever. It’s.. nice. But, don’t expect him to compliment you. “Kakuzu, you haven’t said anything bout my new bonnet,” you pout while trying to curl up next to him like a cat on the sofa.

He pauses trying to find his words, “you look like a walking target.” When he sees the expression of joy fall from your face he knows he messed up. “But it’s a sweet gesture, little one.” He slots his arm on your waist rubbing the expanse of your smooth skin with his rough hand. It makes you heat up a bit. He’s a sweetie when he wants to be.

SASORI

Your boyfriend is annoying, but you happen to like him like that. The times when he is out of Hiruko in the safety of the compound, he likes to touch you even if he can’t feel it. He’s possessive over you, he knows how beautiful you are, your hair being only the crown of your beauty. He’ll curl strands of it around his wooden fingers as you talk — he isn’t the biggest help to maintaining it, wood body and all — more-so an appreciator of the art that is you.

You decide that you’ll annoy him back, buying a bonnet that matches his robe for work. “Are you serious? I wanted to play with your hair but you come in with that,” he pinches the veneer of his nose bridge in an exaggerated sigh. “You’re ridiculous. Come here, now.”

Sasori may act like he doesn’t like it, but it’s clear from the way he smirks as you lounge with him that he is a fan. “Such novelty,” he says while planting kisses on your forehead.

TOBI

Babe, he already had one. “Does that mean you wanted to match with lil ol’ me!!” He jumps around your shared room popping in and out of reality as you chase him around. What started as a coalition of curly heads in the akatsuki has blossomed into a fruitful relationship between you and he.

“Tobi you big jerk! I wanted to surprise you,” he looks utterly ridiculous in a matching robe and bonnet right now. You’re unable to catch him from how hard you’re laughing at him while he taunts you. Once you finally get your hands on the slippery bastard, it’s time for a wash day (together of course).

“How’d you even get this Tobi, I had to get mines special made,” you say as you scrub his scalp of any buildup with your nails. “A magician never reveals his secrets y/n-chan~~” he winks in your direction.

“Shut up or I’m charging you for a retwist.” He was quickly silenced.

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appleblueberry-pie · 8 months ago

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Thank you for answering my sick reader request. Can I please ask for a part 2 wherein Yandere Nanami nurses his sick darling back to health and by the end of their sickness they at least trust them enough to sleep and cuddle beside them

I don't really like doing part 2s because I love seeing ppl suffer from cliffhangers, but I'll do it this one time.

And Let Yourself Heal

You don't find anything to say as Kento continues to be patient with you. This morning, he was up before you to cook you a warm breakfast. When you opened your already exhausted eyes, he was standing at your bedside with a wide tray of warm breakfast. He gently fed you every single mouthful, making sure you slowly chewed each bite, and even let you have a glass of strawberry lemonade since you insisted on one.

He tucked you under the sheets once more when you felt the urge to go back to sleep. And he was there when you woke up again midday to help bring you to the bathroom to clean yourself up. For once, he was actually respectful of your space and let you do what you needed without him hovering over you this time. He said he didn't want you stressed over nothing and how it's bad for a healing body to be pushed to its limits.

When you finished with your bathroom routine and got into freshly washed clothes, he had your favorite tv show on and had you sit on the couch with a cup of unsweetened tea to help your hunger before he finished with lunch. All of this for you. It almost seemed like he was overdoing it for you, but when you looked into his eyes, you could tell he meant every gesture from the heart. His sleeves have been rolled up since the morning and he doesn't plan to relax until the sun goes down and it's time for you to go to bed once more.

Your mind was clouded with judgement with how Kento was treating you, and couldn't focus on the show. Instead, you watched him chop the fruits and vegetables on the cutting board. He seemed to try and perfect every cut he made for the fruit so you can enjoy it to the fullest without any problems when eating it. And the vegetables were minced nicely before they went into the heated skillet. The aroma floating through the kitchen into the living room settled your heart in ways you didn't feel was possible.

Kento turned his head to check on you before double taking when he sees you already staring at him. A nervous smile spreads on his face as he brings you the chopped fruit. "You pestered me about getting these the last time I went grocery shopping, so I decided to get them for you this time. Take your time with these, please." He gently informs you, placing the bowl of fruit on the table in front of you before leaving back into the kitchen.

You felt conflicted by the time dinner started. You were sure Kento hasn't eaten all day and has been putting all of his time and energy into taking care of you. You really shouldn't feel like this, but you were worried. Worried he was taking it too far for you and for himself. You watch him carefully organize a bite on the plate onto the eating utensil with a small smile on his face before showing it to you for you to eat. You hesitate at first, but still take the bite, slowly chewing. "Are you alright? Is it not to your liking? More salt?" You shake your head and let him wipe the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

"Then what is it?" He mutters and gives you your cup of water. You hesitate to tell him, but then settle for telling him the half truth. "Maybe a little more garlic next time." He nods in appreciation and gathers another bite for you. When you blink, it's bedtime. For some reason, he always seemed to know when you naturally get drowsy at night, and makes that your scheduled bedtime. He's currently folding the covers underneath your chin for you to be the most comfortable when you sleep. His steady hands carefully take in every detail of the sheets to make sure you're alright.

You turn your back to him, closing your eyes to finally rest. When he finishes, he sits back up and rests is hands on his lap with a content sigh. You were way more compliant than any other time he's tried to take care of you. Maybe you were finally turning over a new stone, allowing him to show you the love you deserve and need. He stares at you from a distance, the distance he's always wanted to close. And without thinking, his hand raises back up on its own and gently rubs at your back. But you don't do anything. You didn't seem to tense up at all when he did this and Kento felt his heart leap with excitement.

Without trying to bother you, he decides to try and push it further. He waits a few moments and stops touching you before scooting closer to you. Nothing. With gentle movements, he lays down on the same side you're laying on and stares at your backside. And if he stares long enough, he'll realize that this is exactly how it looks in his dreams to lay in bed with you. This is genuinely all he's ever wanted. He refuses to ruin this moment by touching your waist or arms. He'll wait until you allow him to move closer to you. Allow him to touch your face, your sides when you're awake. And maybe then, he will have your consent to make the relationship bloom into something even more.

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aestherin · 1 year ago

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seatmates | scaramouche x gn! reader

a random drabble i thought of at school bc of course my mind is floating :D

i was scrolling thru my drafts when i found this i totally did not forget about this i swear </3 also not proofread bc i don't have any braincells left :DD

wc: 589

You have always hated two-person desks.

Especially those that are too narrow you and your seatmate practically have to be squished against each other in order for both of you to fully utilize the desk.

"Fucking move," Scaramouche hissed.

"No, you," you pushed against his arm which had bumped into yours earlier.

He sent death glares your way, all of which you paid no attention to. After almost a year of sitting next to each other, it was second nature to build a system that's immune to the silent and furious side-eyes of an angry cat. How long has it been? Ah.

It all started when you made the grave mistake of being late for the first day of classes. No one else wanted to sit next to the menace that is currently sending daggers your way, and so you ended up sitting on the remaining available spot — the one beside Scaramouche.

The experience wasn't all that bad, though.

Sure, sitting beside him felt like being together with a grumpy old man, but even he had some soft moments. Like when he'd let you peek at his notes when you don't understand what the lecturer was babbling about (this comes with some mockery from him, but you shrug them all off).

Or like that one time you were shivering from the AC and he let you borrow his hoodie (this came with him uttering lighthearted remarks about how you should always be prepared because what if he wasn't there to lend his hoodie? Just what are you going to do without him?)

You returned it immediately after getting it washed but he told you to keep it. It's now your favorite hoodie.

Sitting next to Scaramouche was a give-and-take situation. He would begrudgingly lend you a hand, and you would do the same. He used to disturb you from whatever you were doing just to borrow your correction tape so many times that at one point, you just laid it out on your desk, free for him to use. Luckily, he got the message and just started using it whenever he needed to. Was it just your imagination or did he really start needing the correction tape less when you just laid the thing out on the desk?

He also once left his earphones at home and kept bugging you to let him listen to whatever was playing through yours because he swears even your trashy music taste is much more bearable than listening to whatever your classmates were chattering about.

That's what he said but he now listens religiously to the playlist you've been playing on repeat.

As an attempt to get back at you for what you did earlier, he bumped his arm against yours — which was writing notes, at the moment.

Across the organized scribbling of letters and words on a page of your notebook was now a long, thick line of black ballpoint pen ink. You gasped, mouth ajar at the painful sight of a mess.

"Dude! What the fuck?" You sharply turned your head towards him, only to find that he'd already looked away from you.

"Scara, you bit—"

He only sighed.

Your attention was swayed by him slowly and gently intertwining both of your hands above the desk.

"Don't worry about it. I'll rewrite your notes for you later."

He finally gazed back at you. Blood rushed up your face as he used his hand to guide yours to his lips, pressing a light kiss.

"At least after we eat out for dinner."

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luxury-ayurveda · 2 years ago

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here's a very, VERY explicit prequel to this little fic where Hob rescues Dream from his repressive home life and they run away together except the prequel is 4x longer

topics include purity culture, virginity, and Dream getting the sexual awakening of a lifetime

The third time Dream meets Hob in the tavern, he goes up to Hob's room at the end of the night.

He was always taught he should save himself for marriage. That access to his body was only to be bestowed upon his husband--the one chosen by his parents, of course.

But Hob doesn't make him feel that way, like his body is some prize, and Dream himself not part of the equation. He makes Dream feel wanted, wholly wanted, whenever he is there. He makes Dream feel... free. Like he belongs wholly to himself.

Dream always wanted to cover himself from the gazes of the suitors his parents brought around. He did not like the way they wanted him. But he likes the way Hob wants him. He likes the way Hob looks at him, like he would ask Dream a question he already knows the answer to just to taste the way Dream says it, like he would bring Dream close and make him know why he should want to be brought close. Dream wants to know why. He wants to feel it, all that Hob can give him.

When Hob offers his hand, Dream takes it. Follows Hob up to the room he's booked above the tavern. He lets Hob undress him, breathing unevenly as Hob's fingers ghost over his skin, undoing buttons, pushing his top off over his shoulders.

Hob's hands frame his throat. He studies Dream hungrily, tracking over his chest, his shoulders, the curve of his waist. Dream feels unpracticed, unrefined both in wanting and being wanted, but maybe Hob's hands, Hob's gaze will sculpt him into a finished being.

"God, you're so beautiful," Hob says, a ragged exhale, and Dream feels himself blush. Made daring by Hob's regard, he sets his hands on Hob's chest, palms flat. Feels the rise and fall of his breathing. Vital. Strong.

He had imagined sex to be sterile. Rote. A mechanical process. That was how it was always framed, for him. But he touches Hob's chest and he feels he can reach in and dig his fingers into the meat of Hob's flesh, join their veins and feel himself become something-- dirtied, but not in the way his mother would frame it, not wrong, but dirtied the way tree roots are, fresh and organic, connected to the earth, clinging to the natural detritus of being alive.

He slips out of his shoes. Then he undoes the ties on Hob's shirt, bids him pull it off over his head. Hob's chest is revealed to him, his broad shoulders, and hair over his sternum and pectoral muscles, which Dream digs his fingers into. He wants to put his mouth on Hob's skin, swallows, throat clicking, as the impulse washes through him. Is that what intimacy is, these strange instincts and desires to touch in ways animal and raw? Dream has barely touched anyone in years beyond formal handshakes with strangers, the occasional uncomfortable hug from his family, and now he's possessed with the feeling that he must put himself all over Hob, must make up for it on every inch of his skin.

Hob puts his hands low on Dream's waist, thumbs brushing under his waistband, kisses Dream's neck, and under his jaw, deep biting possessive kisses like he too could dig under Dream's skin. Dream gasps, heart pattering, heat flooding his belly and between his legs at the wet, sure contact of Hob's mouth. Hob makes his way to the corner of Dream's lips, biting, then claiming his mouth, tongue sweeping inside. Dream is so hot, so tense between his legs now that it almost hurts but he doesn't move away, only tips his head back into Hob's kisses, holds on, shivering, knees unsteady.

Hob undoes the tie at Dream's waist, lets his trousers fall, and Dream steps out of them, now aware suddenly that he is totally bare before Hob. Hob studies him hungrily, hands again low on Dream's hips, thumbs sweeping up and down over the juncture between thigh and pelvis. It makes Dream squirm pleasantly and want to push Hob's hands lower.

Hob backs him up, slowly, until Dream's back is touching the wall, and then Hob kneels before him. Nudges Dream's thighs apart.

"What...?" Dream breathes. Then gasps as Hob takes Dream's thighs in his hands, leans in, and sets his mouth to him.

Dream had imagined much, but not this. Not Hob licking up through his folds, sucking on his clit, only coming closer when Dream starts to tremble, pushing the tip of his tongue inside him.

Dream knows he's woefully under-educated when it comes to sex; he understands the practical mechanics of how his body works, but not all the ways to bring pleasure to it. For once he doesn't rue the lack of knowledge, for it's allowing him to be so pleasantly surprised.

Hob knows more than him, and is setting all that knowledge to making Dream feel good. That feels heady. It feels powerful.

He leans back further against the wall as Hob keeps opening him up on his tongue, drinking in his fluids, his beard scratching Dream's inner thighs. Dream feels so wet, he must be drenching him. The thought makes him moan and dig his fingers into Hob's hair.

Hob lifts one of Dream's legs over his shoulder, gets in deeper, craning his neck back. Dream shakes, holding tight for balance, soft noises pulled from him by Hob's tongue. Hob's mouth has found the brightest point of heat between his legs and stoked it higher. There is another, throbbing heat deep within him, heavier with each stroke of Hob's tongue, and he hopes, he hopes, Hob will touch it soon, too.

Hob grips his hip in one hand, fingertips pressing in tight enough to leave bruises, gets his other hand up to play with Dream's folds, dragging through his slick, as he moves to suck again on his clit. Dream digs the heel of his bent leg into Hob's back, swaying, shaking, wanting to close his legs over Hob's hand and equally, spread them wider for more. Then he feels Hob's fingertip at his entrance, and Hob pushes gently, but relentless into him.

Dream cries out, clutching tighter at him, body thrown into confusion over the tumble of sensations, Hob's tongue still on that sensitive nub and his beard rubbing Dream's inner thighs and now his hands, the slight pinch and pressure of his finger entering him and then the wash of heat and slick as Hob moves, stroking him from the inside.

"That's it, darling," Hob murmurs, breath hot against Dream's skin. "God, you taste so good. You feel so good. You're perfect. Is that good for you?"

"Yes," Dream breathes. "Yes, yes--" he breaks off in a jagged cry as Hob's finger catches on a spot in him that lights his belly up and makes his legs shake, and then-- oh! The tension heavy between his legs and hot in his belly crests and releases in a rush. Heat flushes his throat, his chest, his cunt spasms around Hob's finger, over and over again.

Breathing hard, he opens his eyes, having not realized he closed them, and looks down. He finds Hob, kneeling, face wet with Dream's spend, finger still buried in his cunt, looking at him with reverence. He thinks he ought to feel shame for finding himself in such a position. But there is no shame.

He touches Hob's mouth, where his own spend glistens. Knows the hair between his legs is just as sticky. He looks at it with wonder. He has brought himself off in his own bed before, most recently to thoughts of Hob, but it was not like this. It was never so full-bodied, leaving him shaking inside and out.

His legs tremble and give out, and Hob just barely gets himself untangled quickly enough to catch him and help him down to the floor. Dream giggles, high and woozy and feeling loose and warm in every limb. He can feel the echo of Hob's hands on and in him. He feels wet and messy and he never wants it to end, he never wants to go back to being his other self, never wants to put his shell back on.

He leans his head against Hob's, and feels the curl of Hob's smile against his cheek. Hob doesn't ask him whether it was good. He surely can tell how Dream feels. He pets Dream's hair, and lets Dream's curl into him, holds him close as his heart rate slows.

"You are," Dream says, when he's gotten his voice back, "wonderful."

Hob laughs. "Oh, darling. We are just getting started."

"Oh?"

Hob, of course, has not reached completion yet. Dream doesn't know what his plans are in that regard, but he's curious to see what happens next.

He reaches between them to cup Hob through his breeches, and Hob sucks in a breath through his teeth. He's very hard, straining against the laces, and Dream wants to touch, wants to see.

"Go on," Hob says, low and breathy.

Dream undoes the ties, and takes him out. Holds Hob's cock in his palm.

It is lovely, thick and slightly curved, soft to the touch and beading with pre-come, his balls hanging heavy below. Just looking at it, between Hob's strong thighs, makes him shiver, his cunt clenching involuntarily. Dream had understood the basic mechanics of penetrative sex before this, the basic structure of bodies, but he's never actually seen a man's penis before. And certainly not one that's aroused.

He stares at Hob's. He is meant to fit that inside him?

"You are really stroking my ego right now," Hob says, laughing. "Do you like what you see?"

Dream does. Still. "I don't know if I can take you."

Hob makes a choked sound. "God. Keep talking like that. But don't worry. It's okay if you can't take it. But I bet you can. You're capable of more than you know. Not just in this."

"You like the idea that I could not take you?" Dream asks. Fantasies given voice are so new to him. He's intrigued.

"No. I want you to be able to. But I like the idea that it challenges you, that," he breathes out, heavy and wet, "that, you have to work and stretch your body to fit me. Just a bit. That it's not so easy. But it's worth it."

Hob does challenge him, every time they meet. But Dream never feels that Hob will push him, make him go beyond what he is comfortable with. It's because of this that Dream consistently wants to push himself.

He imagines Hob pushing inside him, and feels himself grow wetter, his body caught in a spiral of heat once again.

"I want to try," he says. But he wants to touch Hob, too. He gives an experimental stroke of Hob's cock, pumping up and down, cups Hob's balls in his other hand, tugs lightly, curiously. Hob curses and tucks his head down, forehead pressed to Dream's shoulder.

Dream likes this reaction, and keeps at what he's doing. He enjoys the weight of Hob in his hand, how when he gets the rhythm right, Hob jerks and shudders against him, fingers gripping tight on Dream's hips. Hob thrusts into his hand, and just watching the animal movement of his body makes Dream have to swallow hard to clear his mouth, makes him hyper aware of how his kneeling position spreads his cunt open below him.

"God, your hands look so pretty holding my cock," Hob breathes.

They do. Dream's hands are not small, exactly, but his fingers are slim and make a wonderful contrast against the girth of Hob's cock. He feels this must be one of the places he was meant to be.

"Won't last long looking at you, though," Hob warns.

Tempting though it is to see Hob brought to pleasure at his hands, Dream does want more. "What do we do now, then?" he asks.

Hob gets his arms around him and stands, scooping Dream up. Dream squeaks, clutching at him, as Hob carries him over to the bed and lays him down, watching him with hooded eyes as he steps out of his boots and strips off his breeches, standing bare before Dream.

Dream studies his body hungrily. His cock, standing hard and proud, his strong thighs, the breadth of his shoulders, the slight softness in his belly that gives him a satisfying solidity. Dream feels sharp and thin by comparison but it is not unpleasant. He likes the thought of how much power Hob could exert on him.

Dream holds out a hand to him.

Hob comes to him, settling on the bed between his legs. He runs his hands up and down Dream's thighs, parting them, bending his knees up. Dream's heart pounds in his throat, shivery at the touch of his hands, at the exposure of being spread open, the potential of Hob between his thighs.

"You're utterly perfect," Hob says, sounding wrecked. Dream makes a low whimper. "God, darling. What a privilege."

Dream feels the privilege is his, to have Hob's regard and desire and care, but he likes the thought of being desired, too, of being cherished. That Hob takes this moment as seriously as Dream does--not as the fundamental change he'd once been taught virginity was, but as a moment he feels he's chosen, something given to himself, a breaking down of the fences put up around him.

Hob runs his fingers through Dream's folds, where it's wet and sensitive. "Should be getting open now," he murmurs, and slips a finger into him. It goes easily, and Dream whines. Hob works his finger in and out, then slips in a second one, and Dream cries out at the added pressure. It feels good though, and the look on Hob's face, hunger and reverence, is even better.

"Please, Hob," Dream says. "Fuck me."

Hob groans. "You'll be my death."

He settles himself between Dream's legs, hovering over him, braced on his arms by Dream's sides. This sets their faces in line, and so Hob leans down to kiss him, deep, longing, licking into Dream's mouth, sucking on his tongue. Kissing Hob is so much more addicting than Dream had ever thought kissing could be. He makes Dream want to take in the most delicious way. Makes him feel needed.

Hob breaks their kiss, saliva drawing between their lips, breathing hard against Dream's mouth. His eyes speak his need, and he needn't voice it but does anyway. "Dream. Need you."

Dream wraps his arms around Hob's shoulders. Smiles up at him.

Hob shifts his hips, works a hand between them to line himself up. The head of his cock presses to Dream's cunt, delicious blunt pressure that makes Dream whimper. Hob slips in gradually, holding himself steady above Dream's body, and Dream works on his breathing, shivery and unsteady as Hob pushes in deeper, deeper, splitting him open and lighting him up all at once.

Dream had-- he had not known it could feel good. He had been told it might hurt, except somehow with Hob he had always known it wouldn't. He'd trusted Hob in that. Still he had not expected being fucked to bring him much pleasure, he had wanted it because he liked the idea of it, and because he was curious, and because he wanted Hob to want him and to make Hob feel good.

He hadn't expected to have a hoarse cry wrenched bodily from his throat as Hob sinks all the way in, to clutch at Hob's shoulders and wrap shaking legs around Hob's waist, toes curling, trembling all over because he's so full. Hob is inside him, and the bodily knowledge of it makes his cunt clench involuntarily, wet and aching, and he whimpers as he's held open by Hob.

It is a bit of a challenge to take him, as he'd expected, but as Hob had said, Dream's body knows what to do, relaxes into being had, finds space he didn't know he could make and carves it open for Hob's body. Don't let yourself be taken, don't let yourself be brought down, he's been told over and over, but this feels anything but degrading. He is taking Hob into himself, holding Hob within him, an act of care and generosity, and knowing now, too, the pleasure it can bring him as well, Dream feels he is making out very well indeed.

Now Hob is trembling with the effort of staying still while Dream adjusts. "God," he says, voice choked, "you feel so good, love."

"You said I could do it," Dream says.

"And you have, good boy."

A shiver runs all through Dream's body at the words. Hob always tells him he is good, tells him he is good and right for choosing himself, for choosing his own pleasure, tells him he is perfect just as he is. No one has ever said that to him before. And he hadn't believed it at first, but now, with Hob, he feels it.

"Hob," he says, voice thin, "please."

"Should be the one begging you," Hob says. But he starts to move, slowly at first, a slick slide in Dream's body, each thrust pulling a moan from Dream's throat. He clutches to Hob's shoulder with one hand, the other buried in Hob's hair, holding on as Hob rocks him. Hob kisses Dream's neck, sucking in marks that will surely show later, breath hot and wet as he pants against Dream's skin. Dream wants them to show. He wants all of this to show on his body like a tattoo, wants to mar his skin with his own choices.

Perhaps he may be using Hob to rebel, just a little, but somehow he doesn't think Hob will mind.

He holds on, breathless, as Hob moves faster, chasing his need in Dream's body. Not making love, though Dream does feel cared for. Fucking him. Hard. Fast. Rocking the bed under them, shaking Dream's whole body. Dream is falling into senseless obsession with how it feels, to take all of Hob's need, the power of him between Dream's thighs, the pressure in his cunt, the heat building again in his belly, Hob's panting breaths and moans. Dream closes his eyes, hears himself making mindless sounds, cries and whimpers, gasping punched-out breaths. He feels shaken out of focus, and hot, and craving, more alive than he's ever felt.

Hob rolls onto his back, settles Dream on his hips. This dislodges Dream from him, and he whines, bereft, until Hob helps lift him, and Dream has the pleasure of sinking down on him again.

It's deeper this way, and Dream cries out as their hips come flush. Hob caresses his sides. He's out of breath, sweat glinting along his throat and chest, but his gaze is adoring. Dream likes this view. He likes being exposed. He likes being seen.

"Do you like what you see?" he asks, and Hob laughs.

"Oh darling, you know I do." He holds Dream's hips gently in his hands. "Go on. Take your pleasure."

It does feel pleasurable this way. Deep. Thorough. Dream rocks his hips experimentally, and Hob groans.

"That's it, love, keep going."

Dream keeps going. Lifts himself up, thighs shaking, then sinks down again. Does it again. And again. Until he's found a rhythm, rocking down onto Hob, then bouncing, faster, in his lap, Hob's hands on his hips helping him along. He whines as Hob scrapes his insides, fills him up so pleasurably, again, again, again.

He finds himself panting on each thrust, letting out involuntary cries of ah! ah! as Hob gazes at him adoringly. Dream tips his head back. Lets go. Rides Hob with abandon, taking moment after moment of pleasure from his cock.

His climax sweeps through him unexpectedly. He cries out, clutching at Hob's hands, cunt spasming around Hob almost painfully. Hob groans, hips jerking up into him, and comes. His hot spend floods through Dream's insides, and Dream cries out again at the feeling. It's good. It's so good. Hob is in him, Hob has left something in him, made himself a part of him, an indelible mark that Dream will always know was there. It can't be taken away. He knows, he knows, he shouldn't put a prize on virginity, but now it is Hob's, and it is his, and no one can undo that, no one else can have it, no matter how much they crave it. Dream gets to have it. Dream gets to give it to whom he chooses.

"Easy, darling," Hob says, as Dream keeps panting above him. "You with me?"

Dream collapses onto him, Hob's soft cock slipping out. Dream whines at the sudden emptiness, but it's made up for by Hob's lips against his temple as Dream lies on him, catching his breath.

When he's caught up to himself, when things are no longer spinning, he lifts his head, and kisses Hob. Sinks into the touch, Hob's hands on his hips, the wetness still between them, Hob's spend dripping from him, their naked bodies still pressed together. He's never felt more messy and ruined. He's never felt more embodied.

"Got you to come twice," Hob says, grinning, as they press their foreheads together. "Next time I'll make it three."

Dream laughs. "You will spoil me."

"God, I hope so." He strokes his hands up the backs of Dream's thighs. Touches, just briefly, where his own spend slips from Dream's body.

"I've never been one to make much of virginity," he says. "Bit ridiculous, in my opinion. But. I can't lie. God do I like being your first."

"You like the thought of setting my standards," Dream says. "Of leaving your trace on me." Or maybe it is just Dream who likes these thoughts. His own fantasies are beginning to unspool from his tangled mind as he lets himself reach for them.

Hob hums in agreement.

Eventually Dream slides down to lie beside him. Hob turns onto his side, head pillowed on his arm, gazing at him.

"So, first time for so many things," he says. His smile is fond. "What was your favorite?"

"I'm supposed to have just one?"

Hob laughs. "One at a time, then."

Dream considers. "I like being naked with you," he finally says, and Hob's face softens in surprise. "I feel... like myself, that way. Like I don't have to hide. It feels so natural."

Hob strokes his fingers up and down over Dream's bare hip. Dream likes the feeling of it, Hob's touch, nothing between them, nothing to cover up the truth of him.

"You're beautiful like that," Hob says.

Dream curls inward, presses his face to Hob's chest. Not to hide, but to be close. Hob drags his fingers through his hair, catching in the tangles, pets his cheek, the line of his neck, his back. If Dream had his way, he would stay right here forever, cradled in Hob's arms.

He knows he cannot, not tonight. He will have to re-clothe himself, put back on his skin, return home-- but not for another few moments. For these few moments, he can be with Hob, quiet, beloved, free.

At home, Dream paces his bedroom, restless. The peace that had settled in his bones as he'd lain with Hob has retreated again to the edges of his being. He feels like a caged creature, something given a long-craved gift only to have it snatched away again.

Someday. Someday he will figure his way out of here. For now he collapses onto his bed in his sleep clothes, wishing desperately that Hob were there, or rather, that he were with Hob. And not here.

He needs Hob. He's gotten a taste, and he's become ravenous. Insatiable. He's had Hob, he's been had, and still he wants more.

And he doesn't feel bad about it. Not at all.

He slips his hand in his pants. He had not gotten his mouth on Hob, as he had craved in the moment. So he imagines it now.

Meeting Hob again, and Hob bringing him up to his room. Dream falling to his knees before him. Hob's hard cock at eye level. Hob's hand light on his jaw. Open your mouth, darling. Dream doing so, obediently. Hob laying his cock on Dream's tongue. Dream tasting it, holding the heft of it in his mouth, feeling the shape within him, bobbing his head, taking Hob down. Hob saying, that's it, love. His cock bumping the back of Dream's throat, Dream hollowing his cheeks, learning as he goes, bringing him pleasure with the warmth of his mouth. Hob's grip tight in his hair. His hips thrusting up powerfully into Dream.

Dream touches himself, fingers moving fast over his oversensitive clit, cunt spasming painfully at the images that run through his mind. Hob's powerful body, and how it would feel for him to come in Dream's mouth, his soft gasp above Dream's head, his spend flooding onto Dream's tongue. How Hob would sink down with him after, bring him close, cradle him, saying, You're beautiful, you're perfect. My sweet starving boy, I'm so glad you're full.

Dream comes with a groan, legs drawing in at the sharp ache of it. That was probably too much, he was already too sensitive, but he feels insatiable now, he still wants Hob.

He wants Hob always. He wants Hob's naked body pressed up against him. He wants to go to sleep with Hob's cock in him and wake up with Hob already rolling him through a gentle, surprised climax. Hob has opened this door in him, and Dream cannot bear to close it.

He feels bright and full-bodied and alive, and his bedroom is a dim prison.

He has to get out. He has to find a way out. He's thought it before, but never has he wanted it so badly, never felt like he might claw his own body apart if he can't.

But. Now he has Hob. Will Hob help him?

He has never had someone who might help him. His siblings have kept his secret, diverted attention from him so he can meet Hob, but they would not have the wherewithal to rebel in such an open and consequential way. Nor had Dream, before this.

He finds he's caring less and less about the consequences. Finds them, for the first time in his life, vastly outweighed by what he wants.

Perhaps Hob will help him. Dream thinks he might. But even if he does not, Dream must act. That is paramount.

He wants to be with Hob. But he needs to be free.

#hob created a MONSTER and you bet he does not regret it #at this point dream's mother still thinks he's her perfect obedient child meanwhile dream's sneaking out to get railed by a local criminal #LMAO #dream's level of sex education in this is hilarious too bc he got all the biological facts but none of the fun stuff.#he's like yeah i know what an ectopic pregnancy is. who doesn't. hang on what's oral sex #dreamling #my writing #nsft

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