#shirt slightly untucked at the waist one hand on his hip the other holding a cigarette

[titsliker]

being crazy about some guy is wild i just thought of him n was like "he would look so hot in a lovecraftian horror setting"

[samandcolbyownme]

we've seen johnnie choking reader with his chain, what about the other way around

This one shot is going to contain a sexual scene of being choked with a chain necklace, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, CHOKING w/a metal chain necklace, slightly dominant!reader, slightly sub!Johnnie, hair pulling, scratching, oral (both), unprotected sex, creampie, filth

Word count: 1.6k | unedited

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As you filled your fifth glass of wine, you heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps shuffling towards the kitchen.

“Oh, hey baby. Didn’t know you’d be up.” Johnnie walks over, his hand pressing to your hip as he greets you with a kiss to the cheek, “Sorry. Jake wouldn’t stop talking to people.”

“It’s okay.” You smile up at him, “I may have almost finished off that new bottle of wine.”

Johnnie glances over, picking up the empty bottle, “Baby. This bottle is empty.”

“Okay.” You sigh, unable to control your giggling, “Maybe I finished it.”

He laughs as he sets down the bottle, “So, what you’re telling me is that you’re in a fantastic mood.” He smirks at you and your eyes fixate on the metal chain around his neck, “You wore that out?”

You walk over as he looks down at his chest and he watches as you pick up the metal chain. He smirks, licking his lips, “Everytime I see I think of how fucking hot you look with it around your neck.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm, “Johnnie.”

“What?” He dips his head down, “Tell me. There’s something on that pretty little mind of yours.”

You look at him, closing the space between your lips and his hands grip your waist, walking you back towards the counter.

He lifts you up, setting you down as he moves between your knees. Your hand is currently wrapping the chain around your hand, slowly winding it up until your fingers brush his neck, “I want to do it to you.”

He swallows and you loosen the chain, “Only if you want to, baby.” He shakes his head, “You really are a freak.”

His lips crash back onto yours and his words are muffled, “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

You understood, slowly tightening the chain around his neck. You pause the kissing waiting for any kind of reaction from him but he just pulls you into him, lips on yours, “I need you naked for this.”

He pulls you down off of the counter and you keep a loose hold on the chain, leading him to the bedroom. You look back at him, smirking as you bite your lip and walk backwards through the doorway.

Johnnie groans, kicking the door shut behind him, “You’re killing me.” He reaches out for you waist but you put a hand on his chest, “It’s my turn, J.”

This was really getting to Johnnie, the chain, the choking, seeing you in control this time.

“Fuck, anything you say.” He nods and walks over and you turn, “But-“

“Keep the chain on. I know, baby.” He smirks at you as he slips his shirt off, his eyes on you as he waits for you to get rid of the nightgown you put on just for him.

You reach down, eyes on his as you bunch up the skirt part and pull it up over your head, leaving you completely naked for him.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” His eyes move up and down his body as he discards the rest of his clothes to the floor and lays on the bed.

You walk over, lip pulled between your teeth as you climb onto the bed. Johnnie he reaches up, his thumb untucking your lip, “Let me do that.”

He slides his hand to the side of your neck and into hair as you lean down to kiss him. You moan out, clenching around nothing as he slowly bites down onto your lip.

Your left hand moves down his body and your right up moves up to grab the chain that’s lying on his chest, “Do you trust me?”

Johnnie nods, “Of course I trust you, baby.” He pulls you in for another kiss and sighs as he pulls his head away, “Just don’t let Jake know about this. I’ll never be able to go to Hot Topic with him again.”

You laugh, nodding your head, “I won’t do it as hard as you do it to me.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He smirks and you smiles before leaning in to kiss down his neck as you wrap your hand around his cock.

He gasps as your touch, moaning when you start to stroke slowly, “Just tell me if it gets to be too much, m’kay?” You kiss back down his neck as he nods, moaning out a little louder when your grip on his cock tightens.

You sit up, glancing down at your hand before looking back up. Johnnie’s chest rises and falls fast, both with pleasure and anticipation.

You wrap the chain around your hand, slowly tightening it against his neck as the speed of your other hand picks up.

Johnnie gasps, groaning out as he bucks his hips. His arm is wrapped around your waist, gripping the flesh of your him while he balls up the blanket beneath him with the other, “Fuck, baby.”

You lean in to whisper into his ear, “Say please.”

He bucks his hips, gasping as you squeeze, “Please baby.”

You let go of the chain, turning your ass towards him as you lean down to lick a stripe up his cock. He groans, gripping your thigh with his hand, “Just.. sit on my face.”

Not pulling away from his cock, you swing your leg over his head and plant your knee next to it, moaning out as he pulls you down right away and sucks your clit.

You moan around him, rolling your hips as your eyes roll back. You pull away, taking a breath and moaning loudly before pushing your head down onto him, gagging slightly around him.

“Fuck.” He groans, earning another gag from you as he bucks his hips once more, “I need you.” He breathes out as he squeezes your leg, “Please, baby.”

You spin around, wiping the spit from your chin on your wrist, “What do you want, J? Hmm.” You straddle his lap as you wrap the chain around your hand.

You tighten it once more, but this time you do it a little harder.

You were nervous, but at the same time, you’ll do whatever Johnnie wanted, and vice versa.

He gasps out, lips parting as his eyes roll closed. You raise your brows, pussy clenching at the sight below you, “Johnnie.” You whine, “You’re so hot.”

You lean down, crashing your lips onto his. You reach down, slipping his cock into you and you both gasp, breaking the kiss as you sink down all the way onto him.

“Oh my god, Johnnie.” You moan out, forehead resting on his, “You feel so good.” You pull the chain up as he leans up to kiss you, twisting it tight against his neck.

He groans as you move your hips, slowly rolling them forward and back before getting into a steady bouncing rhythm.

“Baby.” Johnnie groans out, hand moving up to grip your hip, “You can tighten it.”

You nod, tighting the chain as you continue bouncing in his cock, moaning at the sight of the pleasure on his face, “Does it feel good, baby?”

“So fucking good.” He whispers out, “Fuckin’ love this pussy.” He slowly slides a hand up your back, dragging it down your arm that holding the chain.

His grip tightens around your wrist and he pushes your hand down to pin on the bed, gasping at the sudden tightness from the chain.

“Fuck Johnnie, I’m so close.” You whimper out, grinding your hips down onto his as your eyes stay glued to his face, moaning out loudly as you cum.

You dig your nails into his chest, using him to guide yourself through your high, “You make me feel so good.” You whisper as you loosen the chain, “So fucking good.”

Johnnie rolls you over, kisses up between your boobs as he reinserts his cock. You let out a moan, arching your back as your hand grasps onto the chain.

“Go ahead.” Johnnie whispers, lifting his head, “I love when you do it to me.”

You reach around, grabbing the chain and pulling it up from the back of his neck. You tighten it, hand resting on the side of his neck.

He moans, his thrusts growing sloppier by the minute, “Where do you want me?” He asks lowly and you shrug, tightening the chain, “Where ever you want, baby.”

He groans at your words, moving his head down when you pull him in for a kiss. His hips stutter and you feel his cock twitch inside of you, which earns a moan from you - it’s hot when he does it.

You let go of the chain, letting it dangle and lay on your chest, “Are you okay? I di-“

Johnnie cuts you off as he pulls out and lays next to you, “You were perfect.” He leans over, pecking your cheek as he takes your hand in his, “Is that why you drank a whole bottle of wine?”

“Yeah, I needed the confidence boost to ask you.” You laugh, “I didn’t think you’d say no, but then again. You never know.”

He pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you, “No, my love. I am indeed a freak just like you.”

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I wrote this in one sitting. I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading, I love you so much! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[james-is-here]

My first two thoughts when I saw these photos were "Cute slut" and "Pretty Boy" so I did something with it. Also, I wrote this for @succubus-hansol 😁

It's been a while since I remembered to add tags. Sorry about that. 😔

Tags: @belladonna6-6-6 @heartbinn @leezanetheofficial @yongbokkk @michelle4eve @dontwannaexsist

Contains: BJ (both receiving), Y.J being called baby & slut, one use of whore, messy, lots of spit, fingering (Y.J), throat fuck, super subby Innie?, he's just needy for Mn, semi-public (Bathroom), used a lot of cussing in this one.

[LMK if I forgot anything or if you want to be added to the taglist. It's 4am and I'm tired]

When you were fixing your shirt and pulling up your pants, he didn't fail to miss the band of your boxers and when you look up from your adjustment and caught his eye, you smirk at him and walk away.

It didn't help that you were wearing white ripped jeans, a white button up with the sleeves rolled up, untucked, and unbuttoned by three buttons with a loosened black tie. Your hair also looked messy like you rolled out of bed and you wore fake black brow-line glasses and a watch with a couple bracelets on your left wrist and your hands are decorated with a couple rings.

Were you trying to kill him???

He's instantly out of his seat and hurrying after you, grabbing your hand and pulling you the opposite direction and over to the bathrooms.

It was a single stall bathroom, Jeongin looks around before shoving you in and you laugh but it's cut short when he follows you, pushing you back as he shuts the door and you collide with the door as he locks it at the same time his hand reaches up, grabs your tie and pulls you down to press his lips to yours.

His free hand moved to your waist, fisting your shirt and trying to pull you closer as your hands fall to his hips. His hand on your tie slides up over your pec, your collar, and to the back of your neck. The other moves under your shirt, dragging his nails over your skin and attempting to pull you impossibly closer as you lick his bottom lip and he lets you slip your tongue past his lips to tangle it with his.

You push him back slightly and turn around to push him against the door this time. Bending your knees, you move your hands to his thighs and lift him up, tilting your head and stepping forward into him to hold him against the door as his legs wrap around your waist and his arms around your neck.

You pull back, moving to his neck. He lets out little gasps and sighs, your kisses wet as you resist marking him as you move past his necklace and move his shirt collar with your chin to kiss his collar bone and shoulder.

"M-Mn~" He finally spoke since dragging you to the bathroom and you hum against his neck under his chin as you move to the other side under his neck. "P-Please~ H-Hyung, I n-need you, please, ah~!" You push your hips further into his and bite his ear lobe. "Baby, I don't think we have time." Your hands push his shorts further up and squeeze his thighs as one of his hands moves to tangle in your hair. "Please, Hyung? Just let me suck you off, please? That's all I'm asking for right now, please. Please Hyung." He begs and you pull back, looking at his blown pupils and slightly flushed face.

"That's all? Then you'll be a good boy and wait until we go home?" "Yes! Yes, I'll be good and wait till later, please." "Okay, baby."

You set him down and he immediately switches spots again and pushes you against the door before dropping to his knees, you unbutton the rest of your shirt just to get it out of his way and his eyes scan over your torso before he goes back to removing your belt, unbuttoning your jeans then palms you over your boxers that started this whole thing.

"It's these boxers fault we're here." "You gonna do as they say?" "Yes." "Then get to it, baby. We do have a time limit." He moves one hand to the waistband and pulls it down as his other hand wraps around you, a small whine coming from the back of his throat as he waits no more and surges forward, his heavy amount of saliva pooling on his tongue as he drags it from your base to your tip before taking you past his lips and immediately sinking down to your base.

You exhale softly and place a hand on his head, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he looks up at you over the rim of his own glasses. "Fuck, you look so fucking slutty like this, baby. So fucking cute." He hums around you, his tongue sliding on the underside of your dick, tracing along a vein before he pulls back, parting his lips as he strokes you at a gentle pace, your tip resting heavily on his tongue before he sinks back down and starts bobbing his head.

When he pulls off you again with a pop, he gasps, catching his breath as he strokes you not too slow but not too fast. "Shit, feels so good, baby." Your chest moves rapidly as you withhold your noises, simply gasping and sighing with a few groans. "Take out your cock, baby, get yourself off." "R-Really?" "Go ahead."

He takes you back into his mouth, all the way to the base as your tip reaches the back of his throat and you reaches down to unzip his shorts and pull down his waist band while spreading his knees further apart. His left hand slowly jerks himself off as his right moves back up to your thigh before he moves up and down your length.

You raise your hand to glance at your watch and your right tightens in his hair. "Can I fuck your mouth, baby? We need to hurry." He nods gently and switches hands as he sits up on his knees from his kneeling position, his left hand instinctively moving behind his back as you push on the back of his head.

You immediately fuck into his mouth at a fast pace, his hand stroking himself at the same pace as he moans, the vibration bringing you closer to the edge, his tongue attempting to swipe the underside of your cock but he eventually just relaxes his jaw and lets you fuck down his throat, eyes shining up at you with unshed tears and a choked whimper.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby, shit~" A couple more thrusts and bringing him down to your base you cum down his throat before pulling back halfway and cumming on his tongue. "Ah~ So good, baby. So good for me."

You pull out, his tongue following your tip as you stroke yourself until your body jolts from sensitivity. "You look so dirty, Innie baby." His tongue moves back into his mouth and he swallows the rest of your load before opening his mouth again and licks your tip before kissing it and smiling up at you with a cock-drunk smile. He moves to the side of your cock, pressing his plush, pouty lips and leaving behind soft kisses before kissing you hip and pulling back completely.

"I'm gonna call you cock whore at this rate." He giggles softly and you realize he's let himself go and his hand is resting on his thigh, kneeling back on his heels. "Do you still need to cum baby?" He nods and you put yourself away before you pull him to stand up.

Kissing him, you take him into your hand. He gasps against your lips, hand grasping at your arms as he thrusts into your fist and moans into your mouth.

You pull back, slipping two fingers into his mouth as you turn to your left and pushing him into the wall. His tongue wets your fingers before you pull them out, reconnecting your lips to his in a sloppy kiss as you slip your hand into the back of his boxers.

You let him go for a moment to pull his leg up to your hip then holding him again as your other hand circles his rim before pushing in, your rings are still cold against his cock and your fingers are long enough that your able to thrust your fingers into his prostate. "Fuck! Fuck, Hyung, g-gonna...S-So close, Hyung."

He whines when you pull away but moans softly when you're getting on your knees, pulling his shorts and boxers down enough so you reach under him to reinsert your fingers and take his tip into your mouth.

His hands grasp your hair, whines and soft, choked moans leave him as you finger fuck his prostate and suck on his tip. "Shit, shit, shit- Hyung! HAh~!" His grip tightens as he pulls you closer and you sink to his base and he cums down your throat with a whine.

Your fingers and tongue slowly help him ride his high before he taps your head and you pull away, gently removing your fingers as well before standing up, bringing his bottoms up with you before you catch him as his legs buckle out from under him.

"Woah, you okay, Innie?" He lets out a weak sound of confirmation as he leans further into you. Smiling softly you move to sit on the toilet and turn him around so he leans back against you as you fix his boxers and shorts and button them back up.

"Innie? You with me?" "Yeah. Thank you, Hyung." "Of course, Innie baby." "Can you promise me something?" "Anything, baby." "You fuck me real hard later because I really want your dick in me." You laugh, thrown off by his bluntness but also amused cause his voice gave away the fact that he's still horny and needy. "Okay, baby, I'll fuck you into the sheets, yeah?" "Please. Now stop talking, we'll both end up hard again."

He stands up as you laugh before you catch him and stand up. "You go out first, I have to fix my shirt." "Okay." He leans up, hands on your chest as he puckers his lips for one last kiss but you roll your eyes, knowing he wants more then a quick peck as one hand pulls him closer by his hip and the other moves to his jaw, pressing your fingers into his cheeks so his mouth falls open and you swipe your tongue along his, licking his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Claiming him with your tongue before you pull back and he smiles breathlessly.

"That's not what I wanted but I'm not complaining." "Yeah, right, I know you better than you realize, baby, you didn't want some silly peck." "...Okay, you caught me." "uh huh, yeah. Now go." "I love you, Hyung." "I love you too, Innie."

You push him to the door and he giggles, stumbling out of the bathroom and you smile at him with a shake of your head as you move to button your shirt back up.

You're definitely gonna get another set of these boxers.

[just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms]

Title: Dirty Girls

Pairing: Reader x Hotchner x Emily

Word Count: 1,270

Warnings: Smutty threesome. Dirty talk. Oral, both male and female receiving. Lesbian moments.

A/N: My bisexual self loves this. Hope you do too.

“Fucking hell, Emily. I…please.”

Lifting her head from between your legs Emily smirked. “You’re doing so good for me baby girl. You can take it. Show me how hard you can cum.”

Slamming two fingers into your pussy, her tongue flicks your clit before sucking it between her teeth, grazing it gently. You arched your back as one hand fisted the sheets and another grabbed her hair. She groaned loudly as she pounded your pussy.

“Please…fucking please…let me cum…Emily please!”

Her fingers didn’t slow as her mouth left your clit. Slowly she dragged her tongue across your lower abdomen before nipping at your hip. Her fingers slowly slightly as she curled, dragging across your walls. Her mouth sucked each nipple between her teeth to graze them. You grabbed her face, pulling it to you.

“Let me taste my cunt…I’m so delicious on your pretty mouth.”

As Emily kissed you deeply the door to your hotel room opened. Emily immediately rolled to your side, hand frozen and still inside of you.

“Hotch!” You both said in unison.

He took in the scene before him and closed the door.

“Don’t stop,” he started pulling at his tie. “Make your little slut cum all over those fingers.”

You looked at Emily. “Listen to him,” you looked back at Hotch. “He is the boss after all.”

Emily pulled her fingers from you and moved onto her knees, holding up her fingers.

“Deal. But you need to taste her first.”

Hotches shirt was partially open, untucked from his waist, belt hanging open. He crossed quickly and grabbed Emily’s hand, moaning at your taste.

Grabbing Emily’s face he kissed her deeply. Moaning as her tongue pushed past his lips. As they made out, one of his hands grabbing her breast while the other moved between her legs, you crawled to the edge of the bed on all fours and began forcing his pants off his hips.

His erection immediately came to your lips as you swallowed around him, further pushing his pants. He broke the kiss with Emily to see you looking up at him as you fisted his base and groaned around his cock sending vibrations through him.

Emily reached back as she rocked back on her heels and she gave your ass a stinging smack before dragging her fingers over your opening and plunging back in.

You moaned loudly, mouth still swallowing Hotch. He fisted your hair, head falling back. “Fuck baby girl…such a good girl for daddy.”

Emily moved behind you as you reached between Hotches legs to massage his balls. Emily rolled to her back, pulling your pussy onto her face.

Hotch’s mouth hung open slightly at the sight in front of him. Emily lapping at your center, face drenched. You holding him at the back of your throat before temporarily letting his cock go.

“That’s enough sweetheart. I need to last.”

You fell to your forearms, now fully able to focus on Emily. Hotch moved around the side of the bed, getting on his knees to settle between Emily’s legs that were wide open for him.

Resting onto his forearms his arms came under her legs, pulling her slightly to his mouth. Emily’s lips left you to let out a loud moan as Hotch’s mouth became buried in her cunt, tongue diving into her core. You lifted off of her, turning to watch Hotch’s face as he tasted her.

“Delicious right?”

“Fucking hell,” Hotch said before sucking Emily’s lips back into his mouth, flattening his tongue and dragging up her center.

You leaned over Emily, grabbing her breast and rolling her nipples between your fingers. “Let it out baby, let us hear you.”

Emily cried out as fingers entered her and dragged against her walls. Hotch lifted his head and crawled up her body. As he fucked into her he braced himself on his other arm looking up at you. Your hands cradled his face as you kissed him sloppily, desperate to taste Emily.

“Fuck her,” you ordered.

“No.”

“Do as I say,” you challenged.

“I’m the boss. You’re my slut. I say when you get fucked.”

“No…Emily is my slut and I decide when she gets fucked and how long.”

Hotch took a minute to process your defiance. He ultimately decided to partially follow your commands.

“On your back,” he ordered looking at you as his fingers left Emily right on the edge of another orgasm. “Let’s see who needs a break from me pounding their cunt first.”

You quickly got on your back, legs open and ready. Emily moved up the bed to be right next to you. Hotch reached back and grabbed two pillows. He grabbed your calves, lifting you and putting a pillow under your hips. He turned to Emily and did the same.

“Emily, get her ready.”

“Yes sir.” Her fingers found your clit as Hotch lined up at her opening. As Emily’s fingers slid into you, Hotch slid into Emily.

Moans and sharp breaths followed by, “holy fuck” filled the room from Emily and yourself. Hotch growled deeply in his chest.

Hotch quickly bottomed out into Emily, groaning again. “Fuck Prentiss, your cunt feels so good.”

“It’s been aching for you,” Emily said out in a very breathy voice. As Hotch began to snap his hips Emily’s arms came to rest above her head. You turned your head, kissing her deeply but breaking the kiss when Hotch’s fingers entered you.

“Have to get you ready.”

“Yes sir…let her cum and then make me scream.”

Grabbing Emily’s hips he quickly pushed her over the edge. He continued to fuck into her as she came down, slowly decreasing his pace.

Pulling out, Emily was breathless as he leaned down, kissing her deeply.

Breaking the kiss Emily whined, but turned to watch Hotch move between your legs.

“You rea-“ he didn’t finish his word before slamming into you. The burn and stretch felt incredible. Your eyes slammed shut but he wanted to see your eyes beg for more. “Eyes on me baby girl. I want to see the second before you lose it.”

Emily shifted to lay on her side, grabbing your breast hard and sucking as her free hand massaged your other breast.

You couldn’t contain yourself. The sensations coursing through you were too much. Hotch was relentless.

“Please….please let me cum…please sir…”

“Good sluts beg,” he couldn’t hold out much longer. “Cum for me….now.”

As you completely lost control of your body, Emily muffled your screams with her mouth.

Hotch didn’t wait for you to come down from your high before pulling out and taking his cock in his hand.

“Emily. Swallow. Now.”

Moving to her knees immediately she grabbed his base with one hand, his hip with another, and slammed him to the back of her throat with a slight gag. You stood up on the bed, bracing a hand on Hotch's shoulder and kissed him deeply as he finally hit his release.

Emily slowed and eased her pace. Letting him fully finish and swallowing around him.

“Let me taste.” You grabbed Emily’s chin, lifting her lips to yours. The moans were involuntary as you tasted Hotch and Emily at the same time.

Rocking back on his heel, Hotch got control of his breathing as he watched the kiss turn to a more passionate moment.

“How long?” The kiss broke as you both looked at him. “How long have you two been fucking.”

“A few weeks,” Emily answered.

“Well then, looks like I have catching up to do with my dirty girls.”

[subwaystragedy]

Choking On The Colonel || Dom!Alejandro x Sub!Male Reader 

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Face fucking and degradation

A/n: The Spanish may be off or very formal because I used the best English to Mexican Spanish I could find because I don's speak the language, so if you speak Spanish I tried here-

Needy and desperate were the only words to describe Alejandro's current state, needy for you and desperate to ruin you, unable to think clearly as he enters the common room for Los Vaqueros, calling your name before he talks. Making sure to get your attention, telling you "Ven conmigo, necesito hablar contigo," in a commanding tone, waiting for you to nod before he walks away. And you do, signaling to him you're listening, soon getting up from the bar to follow Alejandro as he turns to guide you while walking away, eventually leading you to his small office on base. Being in the privacy of the small space allowed you to relax around Alejandro, being used to letting your guard down when it's just the two of you. Being his second in Los Vaqueros, but first in his heart, always being reassured of it as he kisses and holds you close, even now as he pulls you by your waist to push your bodies together. 

"I need you, guapo," he tells you, voice low as he looks at you wantingly, making you smile as you place one of your hands on his own, the other cupping his cheek as you lean in to kiss him. Hearing him sigh as he rolls his hips into you, slightly feeling the bulge in between his legs rub against you while the tender kiss soon turns sloppy, his tongue entering your mouth. Moving with yours as he tries to pull you closer to get a weak form of pleasure and stimulation. The intensity of the kiss picking up each time he rolls into you, soon needing to pull away for air as your spit once shared keeps you together. "Ale," you pant, breath being taken away from you due to the passionate kiss, feeling his lips move to your neck, hands untucking your uniform and running his fingers along  your torso, soon meeting your top surgery scars and nipples. 

Gasping lights at the feeling of his lips and hands on you, hearing and feeling him hum against you, "Think you could take me right here, hermoso?" He talks into between kisses, prompting you to smile and pull away from him, getting to your knees quickly to work at his pants. "Definitely," you answer his question, quickly undoing his pants and pulling down his boxers just enough to release his cock. It practically springing out, making Alejandro groan in pleasure as the cold air of his office hits him, head tilted back as he holds his shirt up for you, the sight beautiful, he abs always amazing sight to see as you look up, pumping his cock in one hand as the other rest on his thigh. Smiling up at him before giving him kitten licks on his tip, taking your time so you hear his sigh and moan gently at the small amount of stimulation, running your tongue from his base back up. 

Doing the action over and over just to tease him, soon feeling his hand in your hair, the gentle tug he gives prompts you to look up, starting to swirl your tongue on his head before placing it in your mouth. Watching him through your lashes, hearing his breathily tell you, "Pick up the pace amor," making you smile, directly disobeying him as you only take a small amount past his tip into your mouth. Hearing him grunt as you close your eyes and focus on taking only a small amount of his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head softly as you feel the grip on your hair tightening, "I'm not asking again, mi amor." His hand going to the back of your head to hold you still and push you down, almost making you gag on his girth as he forces you to stop, both hands going to his thighs as you finally gag on him, making him groan at the feeling.

Tapping his thigh as a sign the air you're getting through your nose isn't enough anymore, he lets you go, still gripping your hair as he gives you a few seconds to breathe before pushing you back down on his cock. Moving his hips into your mouth every now and then as he makes you bob your head on his cock, eyes closed as you focus on breathing through your nose as he picks up the pace, almost face fucking you as he pushes his dick completely down your throat. Nose in his groomed pubes as he holds you there, shallowly thrusting into you to get as deep as he can, breathing heavily through your nose with your eyes closed and brows furrowed, drool falling from your mouth as you choke.

Feeling a short lived moment of relief as he pulls out, only for jt to die as he quickly starts to thrust in and out, making you gag lightly as he fucks your mouth, hearing him groan, soon followed by a laugh as he speaks. "Lord's you feel amazing, gagging on my dick, so pathetic down on your knees like this for me," voice low and taunting as he sets a steady but quick pace, still holding his shirt up with one hand. Never stopping his unreasonably quick movements into your mouth, the noises lewd and loud as you choke and gag, the sound of his dick hitting the back of your throat causing Alejandro to outright moan. Chuckling to himself as he speak, “Un chico tan hermoso, ahogándose en mi pene, el Señor me podría acostumbrar a esto,” making you look up and moan around him. The feeling of your throat vibrating against him makes him groan, moving a little faster as he chases his orgasm, looking down at the beautiful sight below him.

Eyes and face red with tears as drool falls down your chin, covering his cock in your saliva as it hits the floor, the wet sounds of his cock leaving and entering your mouth at the quick rate he has going makes you roll your eyes back. Hearing him laugh at you, “Enjoying this, huh hermoso?” you nod best you can as he moves his shirt to his mouth to keep it off your face. Moving his other hand to the other side of your head as he stops his hips, forcing you to bob your head quickly as he pushes and pulls you off and on his cock. Allowing him to throat fuck you sloppily. Erotic noises filling the small office as you feel him almost pulse in your mouth, more drool and tears covering your face as he grunts, not needing to open your eyes and look at his face to see how close he is, knowing it from the increase in noises he lets out and speed he lets out.

Of course, soon feeling him hold you down to his base, cumming as far in your throat as he can, swallowing it as best and as quickly as you can so you don’t choke on him. Hearing him groan makes your eyes roll back further than you thought possible, even with your eyes slightly closed. “F-fuck,” he stutters out, keeping you there until he feels your hands pat his thigh, pulling you off his cock, gasping deeping as you pant, watching him lean down to kiss you messily, mumbling against your lips as he smiles and tells you, “You did perfect for me like always hermoso.”

[zevrra]

finally home—

synopsis: sebastian is back from his latest assignment and he wants you all to himself.

tags: 18(+) only, sorta nsfw, mentions of nsfw, sebastian sallow (18+) x fem!reader(18+), one-shot, short & sweet

“Sebastian we can’t,” You whisper between hurried breaths. His fingers press into the small of your back, forcing the front of your body to meet his. “We have actual jobs we cannot neglect.” You add as Sebastian’s lips meet your jaw. His hands work on untucking your shirt from your skirt. Pulling the fabric free enough to slip rather cold fingers against your warm skin.

He breathes your scent in like he’s an addict. Touching your body as if you might disappear if he stops. Needy was an understatement. He desired you. You were his and his alone. And he would make that apparent as his hands snake around to the front of your blouse, the buttons being unclasped by his hands.

Your words must fall on deaf ears as Sebastian’s fingers begin to unbutton your shirt rather quickly. You were a professor and he was an Auror, the two of you didn’t have time to be making out in some little corner off to the side. Let alone anything more than kissing.

“We’re no longer teens in the undercroft,” You hum. Forget him not listening to you, your own words were wishy-washy at best; seeing as you did nothing to stop him from advancing. Even as he unbuttons the last button of your shirt, exposing your bra to the open air. “Sebastian are you—are you listening?”

“I’ve missed you so much,” Sebastian responds finally. Lips skimming along your jaw as he mumbles. “I’ve been gone too long.” He quickly adds. Knowing exactly how to play his cards against your own.

It had been some time since the last of you two saw each other, that much was obvious. This had been the longest he had been away from your shared home since becoming an Auror. Went away to work on some long, tedious case to stop some dark wizard or another. But you still had some priorities. Like teaching your next class.

And yet, you missed him too. Missed him so much words could not describe your longing for him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to admit that out loud. Not right now anyway. Not while his hands roamed your body and his lips began to leave his mark when you both should be doing this somewhere else. It was your office, with the doors locked tighter than Gringotts itself but it was still a little…taboo so to speak.

“Sebastian,” You groan softly. His hands move from your hips to your ass where he easily lifts you from the floor. With a little too much ease, he fills the space between your legs, neatly wrapping them around his waist, and holding you up to hang slightly above him.

You barely manage to steady yourself by gripping onto his shoulders but he takes the opportunity in your surprise to finally kiss you. Kissing him was like a breath of fresh air as you mesh perfectly together. Lips so passionately locked, it’s as if every star aligned just right for the two of you. Even puzzle pieces didn’t fit as well as the two of you did.

When Sebastian pulls away his chin falls to rest on your sternum between your breasts. You can’t help but desperately search for his lips once more. You loved kissing and he knew it. A little embarrassed as he catches your eyes while he still holds you up in his arms. “Please. Just a little more my love,” Sebastian begs as his brown eyes look up at you. Dammit. He also knew you were weak to him begging. And god did he look so good right now.

Blushing, you manage to look away from him briefly. Pressing the back of your hand to your lips in some hope to hide your glowing red face. He definitely had you wrapped around his finger. “Fine…let’s hurry. I have a class to teach soon.”

[cheeriecherrymain]

Can I request Viktor x female reader cuddling & making out with maybe some tension but no actual NSFW content?

I tried my best! I kind of ran away with the prompt in my mouth and chewed it, so it's maybe changed a bit, but only Slightly.

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Viktor x fem!Reader

-You know that Viktor has been worried about you. You’d barely seen each other at all throughout the past seven days - usually you’d find him during your lunch hour, bringing him (and sometimes Jayce) a little snack and a cup of coffee. Sometimes you’d packed him lunch in the morning, if you knew you’d be busy.

-But this week? This week, you hadn’t the time to do any of that. You’d been out of bed and off to work long before he’d so much as woken, and you returned home late after he’d gone to bed. Such wouldn’t be so concerning, if he wasn’t the kind of person who already kept terrible hours.

-So when you trudge into your apartment, silent aside from the click of your stupid, heeled shoes, you’re…surprised to see the lights still on. Not only are they on, but there’s music softly humming from another room, and something delectable permeates the air of your home.

-You don’t even bother with putting things away; you just drop your bag by the front door, kick your shoes off, and stumble further inwards. You peek into each room as you pass it by, most of them dark and with no sign of movement from within.

-Until you get to your bedroom.

-The lights are blessedly dim, though enough to illuminate the area well enough for Viktor to see. Viktor, who lounges quietly on your shared bed in his pajamas, a novel in his lap and holding his attention stronger than he probably intended it to.

-Your movement in the corner of his eye is what alerts him to your presence, his gaze snapping up to you in a brief, startled moment, before he realizes you’re not some kind of intruder and relaxes.

-You smile tiredly at him, sighing deeply when he dog-ears the pages he’s on and sets the book aside.

- “Sorry I’m so late,” you croak, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse as you approach his waiting arms. “You didn’t have to stay up for me, though. I don’t want you to miss out on any more sleep than you usually do-”

-He scoots towards you on the bed when you find your shirt too difficult to work with, gesturing you forwards. You sigh again, but do as he says, allowing him to carefully untuck the soft material from the waist of your trousers to begin popping the buttons open, one by one.

- “It’s friday,” he says, diligently helping you shrug your top off. “And I knew you’d be tired after losing half your employees. I took the weekend off, so you won’t have to worry about anything around here.”

-You kick your pants off next, leaving them piled on the floor for tomorrow-you to deal with, and start trying to crawl into bed.

-Viktor, however, stops you.

-You whine petulantly, pouting like a child while he quietly insists you take all of your work clothes off. Undershirt, socks, bra. “You’re going to have a sore back if you keep everything on,” he tells you, and even though you know he’s right, you still sulk while he further assists you out of your clothing.

-He presses tender kisses to each new section of skin he reveals, first your neck, and the curve of your shoulder, then the center of your chest, above your heart. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to stoop down to catch his mouth with your own, slotting your lips against his.

-You press him down onto the mattress, just slightly, nudging him backwards until you can perfectly crawl over him. Your lips never part from one another, warm and hot against each other. 

-His tongue, sliding against yours, the prettiest flush beginning to rise to the curve of his cheeks. His hands, slowly dipping and walking over every curve of your form, kneading the soft fat of your thighs and tummy, before finding purchase on the slant of your hips.

-Squeezing gently.

-You kiss him harder.

-He squeezes again, carefully, sweetly. Pushing you away.

-You pull back from him, entirely perplexed by his actions. It had been an entire week since you’d really spent any time together - even longer since you’d basked in life’s more carnal pleasures. You knew it was one of the surest ways to help him unwind after work, to let him touch you and feel you however he pleased. For him to earn every little gasp and cry that came out of you.

-He must see the utter confusion in your foggy expression, because he smiles at you with the utmost love and affection, and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

- “You’re exhausted,” he tells you, as if it isn’t obvious. “We’ll have time over the weekend to enjoy each other, but for now, you need to sleep.”

-You aren’t even able to muster the strength to argue with him, instead choosing to flop over sideways with a whine. Viktor laughs quietly at your antics, kissing you again and again as he maneuvers you beneath the soft cotton sheets of your bed.

-He quickly flicks the lamp beside the bed off, and curls up beside you. Wrapping an arm over your hip, pressing one last smooch to the crown of your head. “Sleep well, my love,” he murmurs against your hair, though you’re none the wiser, already cast into the swells of sleep.

[touyaspeach]

Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader

Summary : iwa has some fun with you after office hours Warnings : heavy petting, lots of petnames, does it count as cumplay? he cums in ur panties lol Words : 1.3k A/N : thanks @kitsu-writes for betaing. This fic was written for @alicesfracturedmirror !

It was scandalous. If only your coworkers knew what salacious activities you and your boyfriend got up to during these late office hours. Hajime was insatiable at times, devouring you and everything you gave him voraciously. Even the smallest of touches would set him off, have his blood pumping south and filling his dick. You were just so irresistible to him. 

And one touch was all it took, simply gliding your fingertips along his shoulders as you passed by his desk on your way to return a file. You felt him stiffen under your ministration, and you knew what it meant. 

“Fuck,” he growled, a low, gravelly sound from the base of his throat. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby.”

You quirked an eyebrow, putting the file away and then leaning back against his desk. The motion caught his eye, and that gaze lingered. Trailing down your body, undressing you mentally. Oh, if only you knew what he’d do to you. How he’d hike that little skirt up right over your hips and rip the seam in your tights and stuff your pussy full of his tongue. How he’d make you cum like that, and then fuck you on top of his desk, fill you so full of his seed and then make you finish your shift with it staining your panties. He wondered how much you could keep inside. 

Hajime’s cock was already stiff and straining against his shorts, and you watched him palm himself slowly. 

“Hmm, maybe you should show me.” you mused, enjoying the lust swimming in those lovely dark eyes. 

He stood suddenly, caging you in with an arm on either side. His lips were hot when he kissed you, deeply, passionately, and slipped a knee between your thighs. You hummed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself steady. Hajime had this way of making you weak at the knees, and even though you were putting most of your weight on the desk, holding him close wouldn’t hurt either.

He moved to grip your waist, untucking your shirt and flattening his palms against your skin. Just feeling that little bit of exposed flesh made him groan again, and he parted from the kiss in favor of pulling your blouse over your head and tossing it aside. 

His lips were on you in an instant, kissing down your jaw and throat, sucking love marks into your chest and cleavage. The ones from nights prior were still visible, and he took a moment to refresh his favorites. Places that made you coo and mewl for him even before he started touching you. 

Two fingers pressed into your clothed core, and you weren’t sure when he’d moved his arm that way, too focused on his mouth working magic on your tits. He rubbed up and down your slit, feeling your wetness dampen the thin material of your tights. 

You wore that pretty red thong he loved; he could tell just by touching you like this. So little fabric between his fingers and his prize, he wondered if he could get you off like this. 

Hajime’s lips sealed around one of your nipples as he increased pressure on your cunt, using his other hand to pull himself out and pump over his thick cock. You felt the movement more than you saw it, and you heard the wet slicking sounds of him spreading pre up and down his shaft. 

His dick was everything you could ask for, deliciously thick around the middle, heavy in a way that gravity favored, and three bulging veins running up his sensitive underside. You especially liked to trace them with your tongue. 

He moved slightly, and the new adjustment allowed him to press even harder against your clit, causing you to moan. You felt him grin against your skin before he pulled back looking down at you with his gaze clouded with desire. 

“So pretty.” he mused, “so fucking sexy for me, aren’t you babe?”

You nodded, grinding your hips into him for more friction. It felt good but it wasn’t enough to get you anywhere close, and, as far as you were concerned, he was the sexy one. You looked down at where he was stroking himself, and the sight made your mouth water. Oh, what you’d do to taste that gorgeous cock. 

“I know that look,” he hummed, “you wanna suck me off, don’t you?”

You nodded, meeting his gaze. “Mmm you’re such a good girl. But I wanna touch you. I wanna feel you cum against my fingers. Do you think you can?”

“O-only if you let me take off these tights.”

He pretended to consider it for a moment, “No, princess, I don’t think I will. I want you to cum just like this. Just from me barely touching you. I know how needy you are for me.”

You whined, nodded dumbly and sat back against his desk to let your knees fall apart. 

“There we go. Look at how fucking wet you are, gorgeous.” 

His hand immediately pressed against you again, rubbing up and down, up and down, spreading your arousal everywhere. It’d soaked through so much that you could hear the wet, slippery sounds of his fingers against you. The change in position and angle meant he could touch you more, touch you better, and his affections went from teasing to pleasurable far too quickly.

“A-ah-! Hajime!” You gasped, squeezing your eyes closed and lulling your head back. He found your clit and began working over it, swirling around it, pressing into it and rubbing. Hajime matched pace with both of his hands, stroking himself to the same rhythm with which he touched you. 

You moaned, and he swooped in to press a line of open mouthed kisses along your clavicle. His own pleasured noises vibrating against your skin. 

“Close… I’m close,” you warned, and he dropped his cock in favor of pawing at one of your breasts. Taking one nipple between his thumb and forefinger to roll it and the other between his teeth just as you crashed over the edge. Your orgasm hit you slowly, working up from the tips of your toes to your core and you gasped his name. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty when you cum,” he said, working you through it. 

The next moment he was pulling down your tights and panties, just enough for him to press his weeping cock into them. Letting go, the fabric pulled him right against your soaking and still fluttering cunt, making him moan as he began to rut against you. 

“I’m gonna cum right - fuck - right here, and you’re gonna be a good girl and not waste any of it, yeah?”

You nodded, clinging onto him as every cant of his hips rocked your entire body. 

“And when we get home, I’m going to fuck it all back into you.”

You shuddered at the thought, clenching around nothing and wishing that he would fill you up right now. But the idea of carrying his cum around with you for the last hour or so of your shift was too enticing, so you relented, bringing his face down to yours to kiss him deeply. 

He groaned against your lips, and you could feel how close he was by the tautness of his shoulders. 

Thick, white-hot ropes of cum covered your cunt and that scant piece of fabric, made the dark wetness on your tights even more apparent as Hajime came with a deep, gravelly moan. He slowed his pace as he continued to coat you with his seed, licking into your mouth in a desperate attempt to taste more of you. 

After a moment he pulled away, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw as he put himself back into his shorts.

“Mm so sexy,” he mumbled, “Better keep it all, or I’ll have to give you twice as much later, baby.”

[queenshelby]

The Secretary

31 Days of Kink: Day 12

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut, Dom/Sub

Words: 1567

Imagine working for Thomas Shelby and…well guess!

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‘Come in and sit down’ Tommy instructed as he indicated towards one of the armchairs in front of his large oak desk.

You complied with his request but couldn’t help but worry. Your performance has been rather bad over the past two weeks as you and your boyfriend were fighting once again.

‘Have I done something wrong Mr Shelby?’ you asked.

Tommy settled himself in the chair opposite you, long limbs clad in his dark suit. He loosened his grey tie and took it off, placing it on the desk next to him, as he spoke to you.

‘Today? No’ he chuckled. ‘But I am wondering what a young woman like you is doing in the office on the weekend’ he added.

‘Just…I don’t know’ you said. The truth was that you didn’t want to be at home with your boyfriend.

‘Don’t you have a man?’ Tommy asked.

‘I do’ you responded with a faint pink sheen painting your cheeks.

‘You do?’ Tommy smirked. ‘Is he not treating you well that you have to hang out here?’ he then went on to ask.

‘No’ you barely managed to say as a true blush suffused your skin and you looked away from Tommy.

‘Why are you with him then, eh?’ Tommy asked as he looked at you searchingly but you didn’t respond to is question.

‘Either he is rich or the sex must be pretty good if you stick around for a man who treats you badly’ he chuckled.

You shook your head shyly in response to Tommy’s comment and Tommy’s eyes widened.

‘So, he isn’t rich and the sex isn’t good…I see’ Tommy chuckled just as he stood up and took off his black suit jacket. He then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the light hair on his forearms on his pale but beautiful skin all the while he could feel you watching him.

Tommy knew that he should really should leave you alone. But your whole manner was as if you were waving a red flag and he was the bull. He could not resist any longer.

He leaned over you, hands resting on either side of your armchair. Your breath sped up and your pupils were dilated.

‘Maybe the right man hasn't come along yet, eh’ Tommy smirked as he lowered his face to yours.

Just as you were about to say something, Tommy tilted your head up and claimed your lips. But, it wasn't a romantic kiss. It was a sexually dominant one. He licked and suckled and lightly bit your lips, before invading you with his tongue. Your muffled protests instantly became aroused moans and Tommy could feel you surrender to him.

He withdrew from you, maintaining his grip. You were flushed, your lips swollen, eyes closed your breathing fast.

‘Stand up Love’ Tommy said. His tone was commanding and you didn’t dare to argue and complied with his request.

‘Good girl’ Tommy said before he resumed kissing you, then trailed kisses down your jaw and then your neck, which where he bit you ever so gently. You moaned and melted into him. He had you by the neck and your body understood, even if your mind didn't.

Eventually Tommy lifted you up and turned, placing you on to the desk. He then nudged your legs apart and resumed kissing you, bringing your body flush with his, pressing your breasts against his hard chest and pressing his hard cock against your mound through your clothing.

You were moaning and trembling and he pulled back a little and you let out a little automatic protesting mewl. He slid his hand under your skirt to feel you through your panties.

‘You're soaked already, Love’ Tommy grinned and your eyes snapped open, looking at him dazed, a little pained "Oh!' torn from your lips.

He withdrew his hand, then encircled your waist and glided both hands down your hips. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ Tommy grinned.

You moaned and tried to squeeze your legs back together, remembering your boyfriend at home. But, Tommy kept them open, his hands gripping your thighs.

‘Answer me Love’ Tommy asked as his grip tightened. He already knew the answer but he needed to hear it from you.

‘I have someone…’ you said. Your tone was breathless, lacking conviction.

‘I don't think you get this wet for your man now do you, eh?’ Tommy grinned.

‘No Mr Shelby’ you said. You closed your eyes, a shamed blush painting your cheeks.

‘So, I ask again. Do you want me to fuck you?’ Tommy asked, his fingers tracing over your mound.

‘Yes’ you nodded shyly in between moans.

‘Well then’ Tommy responded before pushing you down on to the desk and pinning your arms above your head. He glared down at you. ‘Are you going to behave and be good for me, Y/N?’ he then went on to ask.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you moaned as Tommy brought your wrists together and secured them with one large hand, then used the other to pull down your grey skirt and white panties.

Without warning, Tommy inserted a finger into your wet entrance.

‘So fucking wet’ Tommy groaned as his finger slipped into you with ease.

You moaned loudly in response and Tommy soon added another finger before finding your G-spot. While his fingers thrusted in and out of you, he circled his thumb around your entrance to take some of your wetness and used it to play with your clit. He watched you carefully, learning you, taking pleasure from you. You were arching into his fingers, wanting more and he took away his grip on your wrists and kneaded one of your breasts, pinching a nipple as he went.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as you responded to Tommy’s actions with pleasured gasps and began to tremble. You arched, muscles tightening, trembling, holding your breath, then you let out adorable undignified sounds as you came all over his hand.

‘That's it Love’ Tommy groaned as he withdrew his hand from you and tasted you on his fingers.

You opened your eyes dazedly, not seeming quite aware of where you were just as Tommy pushed his fingers at your mouth.

‘Taste yourself’ he said impatiently and you felt compelled to obey him. You licked his fingers and then, without further instruction, sucked him of all of your juices.

‘That looks delightful Y/N. I wonder how you'd do with my cock in your mouth…Let's find out, eh’ Tommy grinned as he came away from you on the desk and unzipped his trousers, untucking his shirt and freeing his cock.

You pushed herself up slowly before dropping to your knees in front of Tommy.

‘Open’ Tommy instructed as he guided his cock into your mouth. He was pretty big and you were unsure what to do exactly as this wasn’t something your boyfriend made you do.

You bobbed your head up and down Tommy’s hard shaft several times until Tommy took hold of the back of your head, wanting you to take him in further.

Just as Tommy guided himself into your throat, you couldn’t help but gag.

Tommy sighed, taking you by the ponytail with one strong hand to pull you away and letting go again.

‘There is enthusiasm, and you are obviously trainable. But let us work on that later’ he chuckled.

You withdrew, looking at him with a slightly hurt gaze and stood up in an ungainly way.

‘Now Love, let’s make you come again eh’ Tommy smirked as he grabbed your arms and turned you around before pushing you down on his desk.

He kept you down with his hands, gripping your hips, as he slowly lined his cock up with your entrance.

Slowly, he inserted his cock into you, inch by inch stretching your tight walls as he went. You were wet and open to him and there was no special resistance to his penetration. He lost himself in how hot and tight and wonderful you felt and the half-pained half-pleasure noises you were making for him.

Tommy began to thrust slowly then fucked you harder and harder, pausing occasionally to prolong the pleasure for both of you. You were trembling and moaning and then he sensed you tightening around his cock.

‘That’s it Love, come all over my cock’ he grunted as your legs began to shake.

‘Oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as your second orgasm washed over you.

After your high subsided, Tommy finally pulled out of you and made you drop onto your knees again.

You instinctively opened your mouth as you watched Tommy stroke his cock.

‘I expect you to swallow’ Tommy said sharply just before, with one loud groan, he filled your mouth with several spurts of his warm and sweet cum.

You complied with his request and, after you let him fill your mouth, you swallowed, not spilling a single drop.

‘Right, I've got some work to be getting on with’ Tommy said as soon as he came down from his high and zipped up his pants.

You quickly got dressed and turned to go, still dazed, and you were nearly at the door before he spoke again.

‘Y/N’ Tommy said and you turned back to look at him.

‘Break up with your man and come back into the office tomorrow. This time, don’t bother wearing panties, eh’ Tommy smirked.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said disconcerted and wide eyed.

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[saynotoshityouhate]

For Science Ch. 5

Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4

Words: 1781

Tags: angst, love, neediness, bathtub sex, he’s too big but (spoiler) we make it work.

It had been three days. Three long, agonizing days since Bruce slammed the front door and ran away. Yesterday he sent a text, asking if he could come home. Seeing his name light up your screen made your heart jump, so happy to know he was safe and coming back to you. You responded with an enthusiastic yes.

He’d never left like this before - you’d never had a fight or had a moment where his emotions took over so badly. Of course you’d welcome him back, you’d never worried he would hurt you. Not anymore - not since he’d found this new happy medium between his two personas. Bruce clearly wasn’t as confident.

It was hard having him gone for those first few days of your new job at the university, and you’d wished he’d been there to laugh at some of the silly mistakes you had made. His bellowing chuckles were some of your favorite noises in the world.

Pulling up the driveway after classes were through, you saw Bruce’s car parked back in its normal place. Your stomach flipped, unsure what to expect, although you were mostly excited to see him.

You quietly opened the back door, walking into the kitchen. Taking off your heels, you heard soft, muffled classical music and smelled lavender and citrus. You smiled, heading straight to the master bath. The door was cracked open slightly, and you could see the warm glow of candles dancing across the shiny tile walls.

You knocked quietly on the door and pushed it open gently, just enough to stick your head inside. “Bruce?”

Bruce’s head was resting against the cool tile behind him, his eyes closed and his breathing regular. He must have just fallen asleep, his large frame filling most of the oversized jacuzzi tub. “Bruce?” You whispered again, awakening him from his dream. His warm eyes met yours, taking a moment to focus and register that you were really there. “Y/N, I -“ Bruce rested his hands on the side of the tub, beginning to push himself up to greet you. “No, no - stay there, you look so peaceful.” You nervously played with the hem of your untucked blouse.

“May I?” You lifted your hands to the top buttons of your blouse, pausing for Bruce’s approval. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he nodded, adjusting his dark glasses up the bridge of his nose. You proceeded in unbuttoning your crisp white shirt, setting it off to the side. Your back was turned to the submerged Bruce, but you knew the slight shimmy of your hips as you stepped out of your skirt and panties would excite him.

You backed yourself over to the edge of the tub, presenting your back to Bruce. He loved unclasping your bra for you. He took pride in being able to do it with just a flick of his finger, and seeing the tension leave your back and shoulders filled him with warmth. You moved the straps down your shoulders and dropped it to the floor, reveling in the ease of domestic life with Bruce - even in this uncomfortable silence.

Lowering yourself into the bubbles across from him, you sighed. The last few days had been hard on you, you were worried about Bruce, had started your new job, and had been brainstorming on ways to reverse your boyfriend’s physical predicament. You stretched your legs out in front of you, resting them against Bruce’s thighs. He took one foot in his large hand, rubbing the arch with gentle pressure. Your eyes fluttered closed at the wonderful release.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for how I reacted.” Bruce’s eyes were cast downwards in shame. “I was so upset with myself, I didn’t want to risk anything happening…” You interrupted him. “No, I overreacted. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just happy you’re back.” You poked him with your other foot, asking him to do the same magic there as well.

“Where did you go?” You asked timidly, not sure you really wanted to know the answer. “I just went to the tower - Tony left my room as-is…just in case.” You made a noise of acknowledgement, your fingers idly playing with the bubbles that adorned your chest.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” Bruce extended a hand, inviting you to come closer. You accepted, allowing him to pull you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I was scared, Bruce.” He held your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

You kissed him fiercely, as if you wanted him to stop talking before he gave any excuses or reasons to leave again. You couldn’t help the whimpers leaving your chest, three days was a long time for you two to be apart.

Bruce’s cock throbbed against you, eliciting a groan from the large man. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled, nipping and sucking at your neck and collar bone. Moving to straddle his waist, Bruce’s hands found your hips, helping hold you steady.

“I wanna try - I think I can do it - I wanna try.” You ground your hips against his hardening length, your breaths already ragged and uneven. You knew it would hurt, but you wanted to do this for him. You were certainly wet enough. “No, I don’t wanna hurt you, don’t-“

You had your mind made up. Your much smaller hand took Bruce’s from his waist, bringing it to your core. “Stretch me out, please. I need you.” He could never resist you. Slowly inserting one large digit, knuckle by knuckle, his eyes were trained on you, closely monitoring for any inkling of pain or discomfort. You were feeling nothing of the sort. Your head was thrown back, the stretch sending delicious shockwaves through your limbs.

“One more, please” you breathed. “Y/N, I-“ You shot him a look, like daggers from your irises. “One. More. Please.” Bruce sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He adjusted his fingers, slowly adding a second, drawing a moan from deep inside you. “I think - I think I’m ready. Please - give it to me? Let me make you feel good. Please?”

“Baby, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just start here, you’re taking me so well, maybe next time, we gotta take it slow.” You whined, loudly, and bucked your hips down onto his two, thick fingers. The water of the tub splashed over the edge. “Don’t wan’ take it slow, Bruce. Wan’ you - your cock. Puhleeeaase, Bruce.”

“The minute anything starts to hurt, you have to tell me, okay? Promise?” You nodded your head vigorously before pulling him closer and kissing him in gratitude. Bruce slowly removed his digits, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing but the bath water.

Bruce’s eyes were dark with lust, but still maintained the warmth of his concern for you. He held your gaze as he aligned himself with your opening. Every millimeter seemed to take an hour, your breath hitching in your throat as you stretched further to accommodate him. Bruce held your hips tightly, trying to maintain control and composure as you took him so well. It had been years since he felt the velvety warmth of a woman around him.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to move slowly and methodically. You focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out through your mouth - pushing out whines and whimpers along the way. You attempted to hide your face in the crook of his neck, but Bruce pushed you back, wanting to keep an eye on you. “You’re doing so well, my girl, look at you.”

Looking down, you expected to see that he had completely bottomed out inside you, but there was plenty more left to go. His hand held the base, not allowing you to go any further, if that was even possible. You smiled up at him, so proud of yourself, feeling so full.

Bruce’s heart swelled - and he could finally relax knowing you were okay…better than okay really. You began to rock your hips, exploring your body’s limits, feeling the push and pull of Bruce against your walls. It was worth the effort.

You established a comfortable rhythm, riding him slowly, but forcefully. The waves of now lukewarm water splashed around you, adding to the symphony of delicious noises you both were making - the feelings sending you both into nonverbal bliss. Bruce began to tense, and you weren’t far behind. The only one with a free hand, you reached down to access your clit, quickly sending shockwaves of pleasure ripping through you. You clenched down on Bruce’s girth as you climaxed, sending him over the edge with you. His guttural growl sent vibrations through your skin as he filled you up for the very first time. You collapsed into him, every muscle giving out from the pain and exertion.

Bruce held your weakened body in his arms, both of you exhausted beyond belief. The tub had turned cold and you began to shiver. Concerned, he held you tightly with one arm while he used the other to push himself out of the bath. You clung tightly to his neck as he walked you to the bedroom. Placing your down gently, he dried you off with a towel and handed you your robe to snuggle up into before returning to clean up the bathroom. Once you were dressed, you crawled back to the pillows aligned neatly on your bed and waited for Bruce to return.

Wrapped up in your fluffy robe, you nuzzled into Bruce’s chest. “Can I ask you a question?” Your fingers idly traced his chest, droplets of water still gripping the coarse hairs on his sternum. Bruce grunted in the affirmative, his eyelids were heavy the minute his head hit the pillow. “If you could, you know, switch back. Would you?”

Bruce hummed. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. Done some basic calculations, consulted with colleagues…but that was all before.”

“Before what?” You whispered, tipping your head to look up at him, his eyes still closed gently.

“Before you. Before our life together. Before I saw the way your eyes light up when I enter a room. You read about that sort of thing in books, right? But I never knew it was real. And me? Of all people? In this state?” You sat up, captivated by his words, tears welling up and blurring your vision. His eyes met yours, one hand tracing your spine, while the other held yours.

“So no. I’m not interested in changing back. I am Bruce Banner, I am the Hulk, and I love you.”

[uhhhitsgray]

Pretty Boy Chapter Ⅱ

↳ Table of Contents ↳ Chapter Ⅲ: He's Good

Chapter Ⅱ: Of Course

Jean’s standing in front of his apartment door, fiddling with his keys trying to get the door unlocked. You giggle to yourself at how this situation is so similar to the one from the other day. You step up to him, chest against his back and you wrap your arms around his stomach. Taking in his scent, feeling his toned stomach against your arms. 

You teasingly move your hands down to the top of his jeans, messing with his belt. “Imma need you to hurry up.” You smirk, pushing your finger into the inside of his waistband of his pants trailing your fingers back and forth. 

“Someone’s in a hurry, huh?” Jean gives off a low chuckle, finally getting his keys into the lock. 

“You said if I was a good girl that you’d make it worth it and I tried to be good for you.” You add another finger to the inside of his pants pushing your fingers down just a little more. 

You can feel his stomach tensing more, “Is that right now?” Jean finally got the door unlocked. As you wait for him to walk forward through the door he turns around looking at you with a grin. He puts his arms out asking for you to jump up onto him, “Come on.”

You raise an eyebrow to him, letting out a small giggle but jump up anyway. As you wrap your legs around his waist you’re met with a familiar feeling from a few days ago again - putting your arms around his neck. 

“Good?” Jean asks you, holding you up by your ass, you nod your head to him. Jean smirks to you, walking through the door as you hang from his hips. No later than when you hear the door shut behind you two, Jean has your back pushed up against the wall. 

He’s holding you up with one arm, and his free hand is wrapped around your neck again. His lust filled eyes flicking between both of your eyes. “You sure you’re fine with this? I won’t go easy on you pretty girl.” 

You nod your head yes, too distracted by how turned on you from him right now. You can feel yourself getting wet, you don’t even remember the last time someone turned you on like this. 

Jean squeezes your throat a bit, bringing you back to the present, “I’m asking you a question, I need you to answer it.” 

Your eyes widen at how dominant he is right now, fuck he’s making you so wet. “Y-yes Jean, ‘M fine with it, promise.” Jean leans in kissing you, tongue rubbing across your lips asking to enter. You part your mouth slightly allowing for his entrance, letting your tongues dance back and forth. The kisses are more passionate than you thought they’d be, small moans escaping from both of your mouths.   

Jean moves away from your face, letting go of your neck, and walking you to his bedroom with you still hanging off his hips. Once in the room he lets you down, taking a quick second to glance around before moving closer to him.

Here goes nothing. 

Standing on your tiptoes, whispering into his ear, “I was a good girl for you wasn’t I Jean?” you nibble on his ear lobe, kissing down his neck. 

Jean lets out a grunt, “Yeah I suppose you were.” grinning at you. You move your hands down to his shirt, untucking it from his jeans. Once his shirt is free from his waistband you run your hands up under his shirt letting your hands wander up his stomach and to his chest. Just as you thought, his body is toned. He feels good, his skin is warm and soft. You wanted his shirt off, no you needed it off. 

You start to unbutton his shirt slowly, exposing the body underneath. As you undo the final button a smile makes its way across your face. His stomach is toned, small amounts of ab muscles exposing themselves in all the right ways, his happy trail running under his belly button going down into his pants with v lines on either side. 

You hear Jean laugh, “Guess you like what you see, huh?” 

You look up to him, running your fingers up and down his abs nodding your head, “You’re full of surprises honestly.” Kissing his chest as your hands make their way down to his pants, undoing the belt that you were messing with earlier. 

As you get down on your knees undoing the button on his jeans, you look up to find Jean intently watching eyes filled with lust. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to take all your clothes off, throwing you on the bed and having his way with you. But he’ll let you have your fun for now. 

His fingers run through your hair as you pull his pants down. There’s a small giggle that makes it out of your mouth as you see a precum wet spot forming on his briefs. “Excited already, huh?” you start palming your hand over his dick as your other hand rubs up his stomach. A small groan is let out of Jean’s mouth as he grabs a handful of hair pulling your head back making you look at him. “You’re being such a tease right now, ya know that?” He grinning down to you, loosening the grip on your hair. 

You kiss his hard cock through his briefs, cock twitching at the contact - you keep your eyes locked into Jeans stare “Yeah I know, but you like it.” You pull his briefs down, “How many more surprises am I going to get?” His cock was much larger than you thought it would be -  everything about him is pretty. 

Grabbing the base of his dick, before you can even start, Jean is pulling your head back once again. He thumbs across your bottom lip pulling your lip down slightly, “Open.” You do as you're told, opening your mouth slightly, unsure of what he’s planning. 

Jean laughs, “Imma need you to open your mouth more than that, and stick your tongue out.” Your head is pulled back even further by Jean's grasp, but do as he asks regardless. 

Jean leans down closer to you, “Good girl.” as saliva spills from his mouth onto the surface of your tongue. You can feel your whole body boiling, heat spreading from your stomach down between your legs. “Leave your mouth there.” Grabbing his base, and sliding his dick onto your saliva covered tongue pushing it further down your throat. 

“Hmn.. fuck.” Jean breathlessly moans out. Your hands wrap around the back of his thighs bracing for the mouth fucking that was about to happen - or you only assumed would happen. 

Jean slowly moves his length in and out of your mouth, shockingly gentle, lips wrapping around his cock beautifully. It doesn’t go unnoticed as Jean keeps his eyes locked on your face, eyes flicking between your blown pupils and mouth unsure of where to keep his stair. You can feel his cock twitching in your mouth as his eyes move across your face. 

Jean’s loosened his grip on your hair, allowing you free reign of his cock. You move your mouth off of him, giving him a smirk, you rub your thumb over his slit - covered in precum and saliva. Jean’s head lulls back as you repeat the rubbing motion, rubbing your lips up and down his length. 

Slowly moving your hand up and down his cock, wiping up some of the drool that's on your face, “I hate to be that person but can we move the bed please?” You giggle looking at him with a shyness in your eyes.  

Jeans eyes are transfixed on your wet lips as you wipe up the drool. You poke his thigh, “Heyyo I’m talking to you.” You kiss his thigh, probably making it even harder for him to hear you. 

Jean blinks at you, seemingly coming back to reality. “Huh, sorry. You wanted to move somewhere else?” He’s smiling down at you as you keep kissing his thigh, pumping his cock slowly.     

You kiss his thigh one last time, standing up in front of him. “Yeah I was wondering if we could move the bed.” Fingers dancing up his firm stomach kissing his chest.

Turning away from Jean, you feel his hand grabbing your wrist, “But before we go to the bed, how is that I’m completely naked and you’re still fully clothed?” He’s brought you close against his chest, warm breath fanning over your neck. 

You move your head to the side, exposing the side of your neck more, “Probably cause I wanted to see you naked first.” Jean kissing your exposed neck.

Stepping away with a goofy, shocked look on his face, “Uh, I wanted to see you naked first but you’re too enticing, so I didn’t want you to stop when you started taking my clothes off.” He gives you a small laugh, “Plus if you were naked first, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” He’s moving back into you again, fingertips trailing the sides of your body, kissing your neck.

Jean slips his hands under your shirt, pulling the fabric away from your skin. Today you had opted to wear a matching black, lacy bra and underwear set. From the look on Jean's face it seemed that he liked the bra at least, his cock bobbing when looking at your breasts.

“Sit.” You tell Jean pointing towards his bed. He does as you ask, getting onto the bed leaning his back up against the headboard. Grabbing his hand you start kissing the tops of his knuckles, straddling yourself over his cock with your covered pussy. Your thighs sitting on the outside of his legs, your skirt is barely hanging onto your thighs as it starts riding further up as you shift your weight on top of him. 

You stick his finger in your mouth wrapping your tongue all over it - moving it in and out of your mouth, keeping eye contact with him. Jean’s cock is twitching under you, feeling his precum soaked tip rub the inside of your thigh by your entrance. Jean’s free hand is wandering up your thigh, fingers tracing around the seam of your underwear. His thumb presses up against your covered clit - his cock bobs again feeling how soaked you are already, letting out a small moan. 

“You’re being a brat.” He mumbles out, you raise an eyebrow to him, finger still in your mouth. 

Removing his finger, “This is for earlier.” You giggle, moving your hand to the zipper of your skirt and undoing it pushing it to the floor. 

Seeing you without clothes on, not fully naked but ya know, with your bra and underwear has Jean's mind going a million miles an hour. He eyes you up and down as you sit pretty on his lap, he wondered if you wore this today because of him. Were you thinking it’d go this far? 

You shuffle down his legs, leaning down on your knees - ass in the air while you rest your body weight on your forearms. Making sure to give Jean a good view. 

You wrap your hand around the base of his length, opening your mouth and letting a pool of saliva make its way down his cock. As it meets your hand you start moving your hand up and down his length sucking and licking the head of his cock. 

Jean’s head is lulled to the side, trying to keep his moans to himself. “Come on pretty boy, you think I don’t want to hear you?” Squeezing his base, and putting your mouth over his cock moving your head up and down slowly.

You look up through your eyelashes catching a small smirk splayed on Jean’s face, resulting in letting out a small moan over his cock. Vibrations are sent down his length, causing Jean to let out a moan. 

“Hmn.. You're so pretty with your mouth full like that.” Jean breathlessly moans. His hand reaching down to your cheek rubbing his thumb across the surface to your jawline feeling the outline of his cock in your mouth. His cock twitching in your mouth you let out a small moan with eyes begging to be fucked. 

Fuck he is so good to look at, fuck. 

The thought of how good he looks under your control has you letting out another moan over his dick. Moving a freehand down to your covered cunt, rubbing your clit as you continue to bob up and down on him. 

Your moans, the sight of you playing with yourself is driving Jean crazy. He wants nothing more than to fuck you - to give you everything you’ve been craving if you’d let him. 

Jean runs his hand through your hair, grabbing a handful of hair pulling you off of his dick. Saliva falling down the side of your face, rubbing his thumb across it cleaning up the mess. His mouth slacks open, looking as though he’s about to say anything.

With his hand still wrapped up in your hair, he's forcing your head back down on his cock. Guiding your speed with his hand. 

"Fuck.. thats g-good..hmn." He moans out. Spreading his legs to give you better access to his cock. 

His grip on your hair was loosened, allowing for you to take control again - least for the time being. You keep bobbing your head up and down on his length, nails digging into the side of his hips as saliva drools out of your mouth. 

You look up again at Jean, a smirk spreading across his face and before you even have a moment to wonder why he's making that face he's pushing your head down on his cock. 

"Hold it there princess." His cock is touching the back of your throat making it hard to breathe, fingers digging further into his skin. Tear filled eyes are looking up at him, "Good girl." Jean breathlessly says as he lets go of your head. 

You pull your mouth off of his cock, strings of drool hanging from your mouth. You lean back on your legs, tear soaked cheeks looking at Jean. 

"Fuck." You say to Jean, wiping up the mess of saliva and precum on your face. 

"Fuck you're hot." Smirking at him, eyes still filled with lust. 

His hand reaches to your arm bringing you up to his face. Hand grabbing the back of your neck pulling you into his lips. Sloppy kisses are exchanged, panting for air to fill your lungs again in between kisses. 

You pull away from his kiss, moving your mouth down his jawline leaving sloppy kisses behind. You lick a long strip down Jean’s neck, resulting in him moving his head to the side for better access. Kisses turning into bittes on his neck - leaving small moans to come out of Jean’s mouth. 

Leaving a small kiss on his neck, leaning up, placing your hands on his chest. Your cover soaking, cunt pressing on his cock. Pushing your weight down onto him so you know he can feel it. 

Shit 

Jean can feel everything with how soaked you are. His eyes move down to your panties then back at you, “You’re soaked.” A smirk makes its way onto his face. 

You’re leaning back down to him, not breaking eye contact, “All for you pretty boy”, licking your lips. 

A groan makes its way out of Jean’s mouth, moving his hands to squeeze your ass. Before you can even react, Jean is wrapping an arm around your waist flipping positions with you. His muscular build is on top of you, arms placed on either side of your head.

He starts kissing and licking your chest down your stomach stopping at the top of your panties. Small moans making their way out of your mouth. “Jean, please.” Your lower back is arching giving him some kind of indication that you want him to continue, eyes pleading at him. 

Jean pausing, and moving down in between your legs, “Tell me what you want princess.” His blown out pupils looking between your eyes. His fingers are hooked around the top of your underwear kissing the inside of your thighs dangerously close to your covered cunt. 

It’s distracting as you see him looking at you in between your legs, you roll back into the pillows behind you. You groan out in frustration, how could he not know what you want, you're soaked and he’s still asking you.

“Jean, I -” warm, wet kisses are being placed on your inner thighs again, arching your back into his lips.

Fuck, he is being way too distracting for you to even form a complete thought. 

You open your mouth to try to finish your sentence, only to be distracted again by your phone vibrating on the nightstand next to the bed. Without seeing who’s calling, you mute the call by pressing the power button on the side of your phone as it’s too distracting to hear the phone vibrating. 

You look down to Jean, head still between your legs resting his cheek against your thigh. His thumb pressing into your covered clit, “You still haven’t told me what you want.” He’s applying more pressure, slowly moving around your bud causing you to squirm under the contact, heat pooling through your body. 

“I - fuck” Your eyes flutter shut as Jean starts rubbing your clit, “I want you t-to touch me.” A small moan escaping your mouth, “Hmn, please Jean. I need you” 

Jean smiling up at you, he loves how effortlessly his name falls from your lips - he doesn’t think he could ever get tired of hearing you say it. He continues to kiss and nip at your inner thigh, one hand is wrapped around the outside of your thigh, and the other hand pulls your panties to the side exposing your soaked pussy.  

He groans into your thigh, eyes going between your face and your pussy in front of him. “Messy girl and I haven’t even done much.” He teases at you, rubbing his thumb over your exposed cunt. 

“Is this what you want?” Jean’s lust filled eyes staring up at you through his bangs that have fallen over his face as he slides a finger past your entrance, pushing his finger deep into you. 

Eyes rolling back into your head, as you let out a choked moan, nodding your head. His finger slowly moving in and out of you, wet noises are already happening between your legs. 

You’re melting into his touch, and how he talks to you. It’s something that’s never happened to you before, and you’re soaking up every moment of it. 

Your phone starts vibrating on the nightstand again, “Fuck, come on dude.” You mumble pushing yourself up on his bed with your arm, checking to see who’s calling - Sasha’s name is on your screen. 

“Answer it.” A sly smile is on Jean’s face as his finger stays still in your pussy, thumb rubbing your clit still.

A/N: Oof, man i'm pretty nervous for this chapter. First time writing porn so hopefully it doesn't read too weird. Thanks for reading, and liking! appreciate yall :)

[waka-chan-out]

“You Asked For It.”

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 3.6k

content warning: PEGGING, established relationship, established safeword (not used), orgasm denial, hand job, fingering (m. receiving), light teasing because it’s tsukishima, tsukki calls you ma’am twice, lots of swearing

also featuring: hinata, kageyama, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, and kenma

“Hey, Tsukki dude, it’s your turn!” Bokuto said, knees happily bouncing against the carpeted floor. Tsukki rolled his eyes and shot you a glance. You smiled, looking back at him over the girl that sat between you. Though neither of you were party people, you knew he’d have been upset if he missed this. The old volleyball club boys only got together every so often, so you had to drag him out of the apartment whenever it happened. Even though he was back to being his normal, slightly grump self, you could tell he was happy. Living with him for the past six months had made it much easier to read him, even when he seemed like he had an expression spectrum that spanned from a smirk to a frown.

“Alright,” he said, holding up his six remaining fingers. “Never have I ever hooked up with someone on one of the old volleyball teams.”

“Oo, that’s a good one,” Hinata said, glancing around eagerly at everyone’s hands. You put down a finger. Easy, obvious answer. There was hesitation in the rest of the group.

“What qualifies as hooking up?” Kageyama asked.

“Why do you need to know, Tobio? Got something to confess?” Kuroo teased. Kageyama’s eyebrow’s furrowed.

“I’m not asking for myself. I just think it’s important to clarify.”

“Whatever you say.” Kuroo chuckled, leaning back on his hands. He sat between two girls that you didn’t know. Apparently, Bokuto had arranged the gathering and didn’t exactly narrow down the guest list to old volleyball players, so though a lot of the old team members were there, some random people had attended and things got out of hand fairly quickly.

“Let’s say making out and beyond just to sate my own curiosity.” Tsukki continued. “You don’t have to specify if you don’t want to.” There was a cough from across the circle and Bokuto shifted awkwardly.

“How many fingers do you have, Bo?” you asked. He holds up four.

“How many did you have?” Akaashi asked, leaning forward from where he sat next to him, legs crossed carefully.

“It’s not my fault you guys weren’t paying attention,” Bokuto said, sticking his nose in the air.

“I think he had five,” Hinata said.

Kageyama laughed loudly. “I’m pretty sure Akaashi put a finger down too.”

“Akaashiiiiiii!” Bokuto said, leaning over onto his setter.

“Get off of me, Bokuto-san.”

“They’re being crazy. Tell them, Akaashi.”

“Tsukishima said we didn’t have to specify.”

Tsukki and Kuroo were doubled over in fits of laughter, clearly unsure what to make of what was going on.

“Someone else needs to hurry up and take their turn before Bokuto-san cries.”

“Akaashiiiiii!”

“Okay, okay,” the girl next to you said. “Never have I ever participated in…” she trailed off and looked embarrassed.

“Just say it,” Kuroo said, still laughing a bit.

“Anal,” she mumbled, immediately covering her mouth with her hands. Several laughs broke out across the group as a handful of fingers went down amongst the boys. You hesitated, winced, and put your finger down, hoping no one would notice. Tsukki looked at you, surprised. The girl that had asked the question grabbed your wrist.

“Oh my god, you’re the only girl that said yes! Was it awful? Did it hurt? Was it good? I don’t trust their answers.” You look at Tsukki with wide eyes, then back to her.

“Uhm, I don’t know if I can really answer those.”

“Oh come on,” Kuroo said. “It’s all for fun. Nothing leaves the circle. I think we’re all curious.”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you said, laughing. “I just genuinely can’t answer those questions. I wasn’t the one receiving.” The girl squeaked and Kuroo’s mouth fell wide open.

“Tsukki, did--”

“Nope,” he responded forcefully. Bokuto let out a guffaw and held out his hand for a high five. You gave him a gentle one, laughing with the group but cringing a bit when you looked back at Tsukki. He didn’t look upset, just dumbstruck.

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“So . . . that was interesting,” you said as you laid down on your bed, trying to get in the first word.

“What was?” Tsukishima asked, nonchalantly taking off his jacket. You laughed.

“You know exactly what.”

He scoffed. “I thought it was obvious that Bokuto-san and Akaashi were hooking up, but I guess everyone was pretty surprised.”

“God, Kei, I’m talking about the anal question.”

“Of course you are.”

“Obviously.”

“I mean, good for you I guess. I didn’t know you had that dominant side in you.” He removed his shirt and walked into the bathroom. You called in after him.

“What does that mean? Of course I have that side.” You heard him scoff. “Don’t fucking laugh at me, Kei, you know it’s true.”

“Sure it is, love.”

“Yes, it absolutely is. I just didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He peeked around the corner, brows furrowed. “How would you embarrass me?”

“Please, Kei. We both know you’re secretly submissive. If I went full dom you’d never want to go back.” His eyes widened.

“You think I’m submissive? What gave you that impression?” Poor thing. He looked genuinely baffled.

“You just have that vibe, babe. You’re a brat.”

“You’re the brat here.”

“I am, but you’d be much more fun to tame.”

He huffed and leaned against the doorframe.

“You know what?” he asked. “Fucking try me.”

“Are you serious?” you said. Your eyebrows raised and a smile crept onto your lips.

“Don’t look so excited. I won’t give you an easy time about it.”

“But you’ll let me?”

“We have a safeword for a reason.”

“Okay, Kei. You asked for it.”

“No, I didn’t. You did. Now let me take my shower, dumbass. Kuroo was clinging to me all night and I feel disgusting.”

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The bathroom door opened and Kei reentered the room, his hair curly and sticking up in the front, a towel wrapped around his waist. His whole body looked pink and damp where it had recovered from the water but not the heat. Your eyes followed him as he walked to his closet, head not lifting from the wall where he had left you. He began to open the closet door but noticed you studying him in the mirror.

“What?” he spat. You smirked.

“You’re pretty,” you said. He furrowed his brows and stared at you, trying to make sense of your words.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“You don’t know how to take a compliment.” He scoffed. You laughed, lifting yourself off the wall and moving on all fours towards him. You hung your legs hanging over the side of the mattress, hips about even with his with the height of the bed.

“I set stuff up for you,” you teased. He looked wildly around the room, eyes settling on the bottle of lube on your bedside table. He gestured to it.

“Is that all?” he asked. You smiled.

“Of course not, but I think it’s more fun if you don’t get intimidated by . . . you know.”

He flushed. “I wouldn’t be intimidated. I’m doing this for you.”

“Kei. Baby. No, you aren’t.”

“I could pull out the word right now.”

“But you won’t, will you?” You reached out and grabbed him by the towel, right where it was tucked in to stay in place. You pulled him to you, placing him right between your legs. He raised an eyebrow. Your hips lined up perfectly but he still towered over you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands fell to your waist. He leaned in for a kiss but you pulled back. He rolled his eyes. “Are you really going to try making this a whole thing?”

You smiled and combed your hands through his messy, damp hair.

“I do think you’re pretty, Kei,” you mumbled.

“Will you shut up about that?” he said through a breathy laugh. Your grip on his hair tightened and you pulled his head back. He grunted in surprise.

“Don’t try to act so tough, Kei. I know you want this.”

“You have no idea what I want.”

“I think I do.” You reached down and palmed him through his towel. He hissed and stared at you, eyes wide. “I think you’ve wanted this for so long you can’t stand it, but you’re too stubborn to ask for it.” He opened his mouth to reply, but just as soon closed it and squeezed his eyes shut. You laughed and released your hold on him. He inhaled deeply and stared down at you, a distant look in his eye. “Why don’t you come up here with me?” you asked. He shook his head but climbed up onto the bed anyway. You immediately swung a leg over him and looped your arms around his neck.

“We’re playing that game, are we?” he said.

“Honey, you haven’t seen half my game.” The defiance he tried to plaster on his face faltered as you rocked your hips against his. “You know--” you said, continuing the motion. “You said I don’t know what you want, but it keeps getting easier to tell.”

“I--fuck. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, leaning in so you could whisper in his ear. “Because I can feel how much you want me right between my legs.” You planted a gentle kiss on the shell of his ear and pushed his chest back so he was lying against the bed, moving your hips harder against him. He bit back a sound and closed his eyes, fingers pressing into your sides. You pulled his glasses off of his face and leaned over to the side table, exchanging them for the small bottle of lube. His eyes opened when he heard the familiar snap of the lid.

“What--” he started.

“Shh, baby. We’re gonna have fun.” You squeezed some out into your hand and untucked his towel, grabbing his cock. He let out a sharp breath. You leaned down and kissed him deeply, grabbing one of his hands with your own and pinning it gently next to his head as you started to move your other hand. His free hand found its way into your hair and tugged a bit. It was cute how he tried to act like he was still in control.

“You’re--hah-- you’re really going for it, aren’t you babe?” he said, pulling back from your lips. You responded by moving your hand faster. His head twitched forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His heavy breathing turned into a laugh. “God, if you wanted me so bad you just had to say please.”

You smiled, staring down at his furrowed eyebrows. Something about having him in this position made you want to tear him in half, leaving him a begging mess that wouldn’t recover for weeks.

“Why don’t you tell me when you’re about to come, huh?” You focused your efforts on the head of his cock and he let out a whine, immediately clapping a hand over his mouth.

“No no, baby, I want to hear you.” You planted a kiss on his hand and he moved it to the side. “Good. Good boy.”

“Fuck. I’m close.” His eyes were squeezed shut, hips twitching slightly as he approached his release.

“Yeah? You wanna finish?” He didn’t respond. “Kei.” Still didn’t respond. You pulled your hand away immediately, sitting up and staring down at him as his face screwed up and he ducked his head forward.

“You bitch,” he groaned. You smiled and ran your hands down his chest as he caught his breath.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said, fake pouting.

“Are you serious? What the fuck is your game today?”

You grinned. “You know exactly what my game is, babe, you just aren’t playing nice.”

“What did you expect?”

“Oh, I expected you to act just like this.” You wrapped your hand around him again and his eyes rolled. “I’m just gonna knock it out of you.” He didn’t have a comeback to that one. You moved your hand faster, staying in a seated position so you could watch him react.

“You like this, don’t you? You’re always such a brat but you just need someone to put you in your place.”

“Slow down, babe. Fuck.” He covered his face with his hands as his hips involuntarily twitched.

“If you want me to slow down, you know the word you have to say.”

His eyes flew open and he glared up at you.

“You gonna say it?” You concentrated on the head again and his eyes fluttered.

“No. Fuck. Shut up.”

You smiled and continued the motion. You could see his muscles tensing and relaxing, mouth never quite closing around a silent moan. “Are you going to tell me when you’re close, Kei?” He didn’t respond again. “Tsukishima. I swear to god you won’t finish a single time tonight if you don’t fucking answer me.”

“I--fuck.”

Not a response. You pulled your hand away.

His hips rolled up and his head pressed back into the pillow. He let out a string of expletives and his voice shook a bit as he spoke. His breathing was heavy and he put his hands over his face again. You watched with a small smile, running a finger lightly up his length just to watch him squirm.

“Are you--fuck--fucking serious?” he gasped.

“I’m sorry, did you want to finish?” You feigned confusion.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You aren’t asking nicely, Tsukki,” you teased, using the name his friends called him.

“What the hell do you want me to say? I’m not begging you for anything.”

“Your choice.” You dragged your hand back up and he gasped, head leaning back. You left your hand there, lightly teasing the head of his dick with your thumb.

“Can I finish?” You smiled patiently and shook your head. “Can I finish, please?”

“Closer. You forgot something, though, babe. I always call you sir. What should you call me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“How about ma’am?”

“No.”

“Your choice,” you said with a shrug, starting to move your hand on his cock again. He breathed heavily, climbing quickly after being denied twice already. His moans caught in his throat, sounding desperate but restrained.

“Fuck, babe,” he mumbled. “Fuck.” You could feel him twitch slightly in your hand as his lips fell open in a silent moan.

“All you have to do is ask nicely,” you sang, slipping your other hand down and gently rubbing at his entrance. His entire body twitched and he groaned loudly. “There it is. I knew you’d enjoy this. Why don’t you just ask nicely and we can have some fun?”

He mumbled something that you couldn’t understand.

“You’re going to have to speak up, Kei.” He moaned as you slowed down your hand on his cock, letting him focus on both sensations at once.

“Fuuuck.” The word came out of him in a long groan.

“You want my fingers inside of you, don’t you? Don’t deny it, babe. I see your face.” He inhaled sharply as you circled his entrance again.

“Yes.”

You moved your hand off of his cock and spanked his thigh lightly, a small punishment for not addressing you properly. He twitched and made a low noise at the loss.

“I’ll let that one slide. Just relax,” you hummed, grabbing the lube and seating yourself between his legs. You warmed it up on your fingers and pressed against his entrance, bending his legs a little at the knee to make it easier for both of you.

“You alright, love?” you asked. He nodded quickly and you pushed one finger inside. You went slow, letting him adjust to the new sensation, but the long groan he let out when you were fully inside him was worth the wait.

“There you go. Feels good, doesn’t it? You want me to move?” He nodded again, mouth hanging open. “Okay, love, stay relaxed.” You slowly started moving your finger until he felt comfortable around you. Once you could see his shoulders start to relax, you curled your finger slightly. His hips jumped and he swore loudly.

“Good boy. Taking it so well.”

His breathing picked up as you continued moving.

“I’m gonna add another one. Is that alright, Kei? You want more?” He sighed heavily and surprised you when he opened his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You smiled. “So eager.” You gently pressed another finger into him. His eyes shut tightly at the sensation and he moaned quietly. You continued the motion, curling and scissoring your fingers until he felt ready. He was melting at your touch, still trying to maintain some composure but mostly allowing you to take control. You couldn’t wait for him to unravel.

“I think you’re ready, love. You doing okay?” He nodded, covering his face with his forearm as you climbed off the bed, reaching into your closet to retrieve your strapon.

It was thin, a decent length, and bright pink. It was a gag gift from a friend, but little did they know you were genuinely into that. You secured it and returned to your boyfriend, who stared at it nervously.

“Still alright, Kei?” you asked. He nodded. “What position do you want to be in?” His eyes widened.

“This, I guess?” He patted the bed from where he was laying.

“Perfect. I want to be able to see you.” His face went bright red. You climbed up between his legs, wetting the strap with lube and leaning down to kiss him. You were gentle, letting him push against your lips and wrap his arms around you. You lined up with his entrance and hesitated as he hissed.

“You’re okay, love,” you said, pressing a kiss on his nose. “I’ve got you. I’ll go slow.” He nodded slightly and closed his eyes, tipping his head back against the pillow. He looked so pretty like this. You were going to have to top him more often. “Just relax . . .”

You began pushing forward, gently and slowly. He was prepared well so there wasn’t much resistance. You kissed his exposed neck, whispering quiet encouragements in his ear.

“You’re doing so well, Kei. Such a good boy for me. You’re alright?” He nodded, letting out a small moan. “Almost there, love. You want all of me? Huh?” He tipped his head back up, pulling your face to his and laying a surprisingly harsh kiss on you.

“Please.” It was so quiet you could barely make it out, but he knew you heard him, face flushed. You bottomed out in him, chasing a deep groan out of his lips.

“Good boy. You want me to move? Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. Every time he said it chills shot down your spine. “Please.” You smiled and pressed your lips against his, bracing your hands on either side of him as you drew your hips back and pushed back into him.

The sound he made was shocking, high pitched and lewd and not at all like himself.

“Shit. Keep making that noise and I’m never going to stop, Kei.” His face was permanently blushed but you see his eyebrows furrow in embarrassment.

You continued moving your hips, keeping a slow but steady pace as he pressed his forehead against yours and continued swearing. It was delicious. He occasionally let out a small whine when you hit deeper inside of him. He grabbed your hips suddenly and pulled you farther against him.

“Please,” he said, surprising you.

“What do you want, baby?” you breathed.

“A little--fuck--a little harder.” Holy shit. You happily obliged, driving your hips harder into him. He let out a long groan that ended in a whine, breathing picking up and head tipping back into the pillow. You had a feeling he could come from just this, but just to be nice. . .

“Fuck!” He cried out as you wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it to the same rhythm as you continued moving your hips into him. You concentrated your efforts around the head so your arm didn’t get tired, not wanting to let up on him until he was a shaking mess. He alternated between groans, whines, and swearing, so loud in your ear that you were sure the people in the next apartment over could hear him. It was shocking how quickly Kei threw away his pride when you really tempted him, and you hated that you didn’t try this sooner.

“Please, can I finish?” he said, planting a sloppy kiss on your face. “Please.” His voice sounded so desperate and you hadn’t even told him he needed permission this time. You were going to let him come either way but, fuck, he sounded so pretty asking.

“Fuck, good boy. Go ahead and come,” you said, and his grip on you tightened into fists as his moans began to sputter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated as you kept moving into him. You felt him finishing on your hand, but you couldn’t help yourself. His head tipped up into your chest and he continued swearing. You took away your hand but kept moving your hips even though he was most certainly done.

“Oh god stop,” he begged, head buried against you. “Stop, please stop, stop.” His body twitched violently. He hadn’t said the word, so you knew he was alright. “Fuck! Stop.” You laughed and kissed his forehead, slowing your movements so you were just barely rocking your hips. His head finally tipped back and his body slacked, panting heavily.

“Holy shit, Kei.” You leaned down and peppered his sweaty face with kisses, laughing gently.

“That was . . .” He couldn’t even finish the thought, running his hands through his hair and laughing with you.

“We’re going to have to do that more often.” You pressed a short kiss on his lips and he opened his eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone about this.”

“No promises,” you giggled. His brows furrowed, back to being his normal self again.

“Absolutely fucking not. Don’t even joke about that. I won’t let you do it again.”

You grinned and kissed his nose. “Yes, you will.”

[une-femme-de-lettres]

Soft Spot

Summary : There was a reason why they called him ‘the ripper’. But Kenny didn’t seem that tough of a guy, at least not to you…

Characters : Kenny Ackerman, Female!Reader

Parings : Kenny Ackerman x Female!Reader

Word count : 2060

Warnings : Smut, Age gap (but the reader is 18+), unprotected sex

A/N : Still not over older men I guess, so here’s some Kenny content! I don’t know if many people in the fandom simp over him but I do, so there we go I guess!

No matter how the world seemed to be burning and falling apart, the night was always quiet. Whether it be beyond the walls, in the small villages surrounding the city or in the vast homes of noble families, the deep blue cover of the night would always bring an endless, peaceful silence.

It was in one of those luxurious residences, in a large room lit by the moonlight that was seeping through the open windows, that you were sleeping. The muslin curtains were fluttering gently in the cool wind of the summer night. You were entangled in your soft sheets, slowly falling into a deeper sleep. Your breath was steady, your thoughts were clear and you were not yet dreaming. You were serene.

In the cold moonlight, a shadow appeared, perched on the window sill. The silhouette started moving slowly, uncurling itself to reveal a tall and lean figure. In this moment, you were unaware of its presence, your eyes closed and your mouth partially open to let out a quiet snoring.

The figure approached you slowly, observing you. A hand stretched out in an attempt to touch your face but it stopped. The figure turned around and wandered around your large room, the fabric covering its body ruffling softly with its movements.

The silhouette stopped in front of your vanity, stood still for a minute before its own reflection in the round mirror and lifted a hand to remove the hat that was covering its head, putting it down on the piece of furniture. Its long, heavy coat was next to go, discarded onto the upholstered chair sitting in front of the vanity.

“You shouldn’t creep into girls’ bedrooms at night, it could get you in trouble,” you said from the confines of your warm bed, your voice still heavy with sleep. The figure turned to you, its face finally appearing in the moonlight. The grin that decorated this face was unmistakable. Kenny Ackerman…

You couldn’t say you were surprised by his presence. The air was rather warm tonight, but not quite warm enough to call for open windows after all… You couldn’t help but grin back, rolling around slowly in your soft sheets, partially revealing your body to the man.

“You know I could get you arrested within the minute… Father would never let anything happen to his beloved daughter…” you added playfully. Kenny took a few slow and deliberate steps towards you. You watched his every move, relishing in the way his white shirt clung to his figure, wrinkling and stretching with the movement.

“Oh but you won’t do it…” he said, his voice resonating in you the way it always did. The grin on his face was soon replaced with a small smile. His eyes locked with yours, his gaze was soft. He seemed content, but weary.

You kept watching him, slowly sitting up in your bed, as he reached the end of the mattress. He then turned his back to you and sat down on the edge of the bed with a light sigh. You moved from your spot, taking the sheet off your body, the cool air hitting the skin that wasn’t covered by your night gown.

You slowly crawled towards Kenny as he let his upper body fall to the soft mattress to lay on his back, arms slightly spread out. You stopped above his head to contemplate his face again, sitting on your heels in the middle of your bed and leaning over him slightly.

You watched his eyes close for a moment, the small wrinkles around his eyelids deepening slightly with the motion. His light beard looked slightly whiter in the pale moonlight. His hair was slicked back, although slightly disturbed by the hat he was wearing earlier.

His eyes opened back up, staring directly at you. You smiled again and he remained silent for a moment. He loved your smile, there was curiosity, kindness and honesty in that smile. What did he do to deserve your smile…?

“I want you,” he said quietly. There was something in his eyes, something always present when he was looking at you, eagerness… or longing perhaps.

“Then have me,” you said cheekily, anchoring your body to the mattress with your knees and sliding your arms around his torso to pull him up your bed with a laugh.

He let out a chuckle and turned around to face you. You let go, leaning back down onto your pillows. You let him kneel between your legs, the hem or your gown riding up slightly along your thighs as he did so. He leaned over you, supporting himself with his arms on either side of your body.

“Kiss me,” he whispered, his face so close you could feel his breath roll on your closed lips.

You leaned in for a kiss. You were quick to deepen the kiss, inviting him with a move of your tongue on his lips. Your hands moved to hold his face, to keep him close as you fell into a lustful embrace. You felt his hand caress your thigh, moving up more and more, making the fabric of your gown bunch at your hips and reveal your body to him.

You shuddered, feeling the rough material of his pants rub against the inside of your thighs. You broke the kiss and sat up, your hands getting to work to unbutton his shirt. He stood still, watching you completing your task as his hands continued to travel along the skin of your legs, his touch light and languid.

You pulled the shirt open, untucking it from the waistband of his pants. You couldn’t help leaning in and touching your lips to his skin. Neck, shoulder, chest; you wanted to explore every inch of his body with your mouth and hands.

Once the shirt was discarded, you kissed him again. The kiss was slow and tender. He let you take over for a moment, letting himself fall back against the fluffy pillows while you worked to remove his pants.

With the last of his remaining clothes gone, you took the time to relish in the sight of his naked body, toned and lean before you. It exuded power and dominance yet he let you be in control. In a way, taking the lead surely was the best proof of your devotion to him.

With a rush of confidence, you straddled his hips. You couldn’t help running your hands down his torso, feeling the relief formed by his muscles under your fingertips. Your eyes looked up to find his. He was staring at you, waiting for your next move. You gave him the spectacle he was waiting for, gripping the fabric of your night gown tightly and lifting the garment above your head, slowly revealing your naked body to his longing eyes, before letting it drop to the floor beside your bed.

You gasped softly when he sat up, capturing you in a tight embrace. You wrapped your arms around his head as his wrapped around your waist, squeezing your chest to his and draping his warmth around your body.

You stayed like this a few seconds and he then pulled away slightly to bring his lip to the crook of your neck. The touch of his lips and the warmth of his breath against you skin made you sigh in pleasure. He moved on to other places, exploring your skin with eagerness. You ran your fingers through his hair as his mouth captured one of your breasts. He kissed, licked and teased your nipple, eliciting from you a series of sighs and moans. Music to his ears…

After a moment, he moved back to your lips to kiss you again. You ran your hands everywhere on his body as you kissed him back. Your hips started moving gently in repeated motions, the inside of your thighs rubbing against his warm skin, the contact making your more and more eager.

One of his hands moved to the apex of your thighs, feeling around, caressing you gently. He progressively moved closer to your core. By now, he knew all the ways to make you feel good with his hands. His fingers found your clit and started teasing it with slow, gentle motions, falling in rhythm with the movement of your hips.

Your lips parted slightly and you pressed your cheek to his, closing your eyes. You were moaning and whining more and more. Your lips curled into a smile whenever he would also let out quiet sighs.

His hand was gentle against your soft skin, varying pressure and movement to perfection. When he felt you started to get wetter and wetter, he slowly slipped a finger inside you. You let out your loudest moan yet, hiding your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment.

“I love hearing your voice,” he said in response to your gesture, his voice resonating deep in his chest. “Say my name,” he whispered as he continued to pleasure you, adding a second finger. You lifted your head slightly, bringing your mouth closer to his ear.

“Kenny…” you said under your breath as he curled his fingers to hit the perfect spot inside you. Your voice dragged out into a whine of pleasure and your felt his cheek contort to bend his lips into a smile.

You moved your head to face him, looking right into his eyes. His fingers curled again and you couldn’t help rolling your head back, closing your eyes and moaning out loud again. You heard him chuckle and you kept your eyes closed and head rolled back, your hips still moving with him.

His second hand wrapped around the back of your neck to bring you back to him. You opened your eyes, whining as his fingers left your core. He brought them to your mouth, watching you with hunger in his eyes as you parted your lips and took them in your mouth.

You sucked his wet fingers gently and he smiled, feeling the roughness of your tongue glide along them. He took them out and grabbed your chin gently to give you an open mouth kiss. You smiled into the kiss as he flipped both of you around slowly.

You rested against your pillows, watching him position himself at your entrance. You didn’t take your eyes off him as he leaned in to kiss and nip at the crook of your neck, taking his time to slide into you as he did so.

When you felt all of him inside you, you sighed in contentment. Your eyes closed briefly, as if to enhance your sense of touch as he started moving in and out of you slowly. Once the rhythm was set, neither of you could stop, yet you never quickened your pace.

He made love to you lazily, his movements so slow and deliberate. You pulled him close, feeling more of his hot skin against yours. You slid a hand between your two bodies, finding your clit and starting a gentle stimulation with your fingers, in rhythm with his thrust.

Soon you were burning with lustful pleasure. His moans and groans were more frequent. Your sighs were louder and louder. You felt your pleasure coil up in your stomach quickly. You slipped over the edge without warning, your legs trembling around his hips, your breath turning into a high pitched moan.

He felt you tighten around him and it send him over the edge with a repressed groan. He spilt his seed inside you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your arms wrapped around his head and torso and both your bodies laid there for a moment, sweaty and out of breath.

You ran a hand through his hair gently, your fingers playing with it for a little bit. He started moving after a few minutes, lying down beside you and bringing your closer to him. You rested your head on his chest as his arm wrapped around your back. You didn’t want this to end this time.

You so desperately wanted this to last forever. You wanted to wake up to find him still beside you, fast asleep in the morning sunlight. You knew he’d have to leave soon. Tears pooled in your eyes and you pressed yourself to him even more, as if to capture him only to never let go.

[aetheternity]

Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot boys to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(If you guys want girls too I'd be happy to do them just let me know) (MILD NSFW WARNING kiddos be vanquished.)

Eren

~Sight

•Baby boy is so in love with every bit of your face, eyes, hair, curves, to the edges of your fingertips he's just got to look at you.

•Don't take this as shallow. No he definitely finds so many more reasons to cherish you.

•But that body tho~~ 😜

•He loves to watch your hips sway as you dance to music.

•Loves watching your hair flow on windy days.

•Craves the gorgeous red coloring from late night (horny) sessions.

•Enjoys slowly spinning you around when you're wearing something skin tight.

•Don't even get me started on when your skin is wet for any reason.

•Fuck~ but growled gently into your nape or collarbone.

Armin

~Touch and sound

•Damn papa he's a mixed breed. (No I didn't just say that shut up) .

•He wants to hear any noises that come out of your mouth and touch every delicate inch of your skin.

•Starts off with listening to you talk about your day. (Like everything! Don't skimp on the details.) Your little hums as you listen to music. Whispers of good night, I love you etc etc. Accompanied pleasantly with your warm lips, his fingers sliding over your back late at night or the feeling of your hair under his finger tips.

•It's all so beautiful. So absolutely perfect for him.

•And a little further along in your relationship when he's squeezing your thighs or cupping your ass. Listening to your breath hitch as he hits all the right spots.

•The breathless murmurs of his name on your lips has his heart soaring.

•He'll always reach up to your face after sex to press his thumbs into your cheek and devour every noise cresting off your lips.

•He'll always reach out for you after a long day. He just needs to squeeze your waist. Needs to hear your little giggles if he tickles you when he touches certain spots.

•In short you're a lucky bitch if he's yours so better keep him satisfied 😩😤

Jean (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!)

~Touch

•He's touch starved so let the first thing you ever do with him relationship wise be giving him the tightest fucking hug!

•He wants you in his lap, pressed against his chest, within kissing distance and you better be ready to constantly interlock your fingers.

•Small price to pay for one of the best boyfriends in Aot.

•He's gonna need your skin pressed gently against his body period.

•Definitely plans as many instances as he can to get you in the bath tub with him. Bubbles soaking the gorgeous terrain of what is his as he rubs, wipes and scrubs every inch of your body with a gentle hand.

•You'll fall asleep. (He wants you to fall asleep). So he can carry you to bed bridal style.

•Absolutely loves sneaking a hand into your pants when you whisper you need him late at night and adores the lengthy marks you leave over the expanse of his back.

•But more than anything he just wants to hold you. Rub his hairy chin against your neck and face. (LET HIM DAMMIT )

Levi

~Smell

•Believe it or not I see Levi as the type to be extremely attracted to certain smells.

•And god he loves your's

•He wants to stick his face in your neck and just take a long sniff and once he has the opportunity lord knows that's one of the first things he does whenever he has the chance.

•Loves how you smell when you're covered in cleaning products from a lengthy spring cleaning, after you've washed your hair, in his shirt, after you've showered etc etc.

•Please he needs you to be as close as possible so that your scent can relax him!

•Sometimes wears your t-shirts or falls asleep holding any article of clothing that smells the most like you.

•And fuck yes your smell can also get him sufficiently hard for really long fuck sessions. (Most likely if you smell like his cologne.) The scent of your arousal is probably his second favorite smell.

•Always sleeps a full eight hours or more if he's got his nose tucked into your nape, slightly in your hair. (Hopefully you washed it..)

•That's it Levi enjoys your smell thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 😃👍

Connie

~Touch and Taste

•Not lowkey about his freaky side at all.

•He'll come straight out after a confession on either side and be like I've been wanting to touch you for I don't know how long 😳.

•He craves his hand molded to any part of your body he can reach. Smacking that ass like it cursed at his mother. (Mfer is handsy as hell.) Wants no needs the taste of your sweat, thighs, neck, lips etc etc.

•Though he enjoys sweet touches too. Loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to scratch his back.

•Don't be surprised if that sweet touch or any sweet touch escalates into something else. (You so horny for what like: 😤)

•He's always got a hand up your shirt when you two are alone. Actually feels calmer after a long day if he's kissing your neck and fondling your nipples.

•Even if you guys are out he's touching you in other ways.

•Got his arm affectionately wrapped around your waist at all times, comes close to give you little kisses on your ear and lips.

•Just make sure you give him as many hugs as possible or he might riot. 😏

Erwin

~Smell and Touch

•Like Levi I'd like to believe he enjoys certain smells over others

•But like Jean I believe he's touch starved and has an unquenchable desire to touch you.

•Granted he won't be as horny when he actually has your touch no I feel your smell will get him going too. Specifically when you're wearing something he gave you or when you're only wearing one of his shirts.

•He loves touching your thighs, grazes his fingers over them with slow soft desire. Layers kisses near your armpits and shoulder blade where your scent is the strongest.

•If that leads to sex 🤷‍♀️ depends on his mood.

•Makes sure that if he's working late hours you're in his lap to provide your heartbeat and the soft scent of your breath as you lay open mouthed on his shoulder.

•Please be wearing no pants he'd love that so he can tap your butt to tell you he's done and then squeeze it when he's lifting you to bed.

•(Personal belief that he can undo buttons with his teeth and tongue.)

•Uses that to bury his face in your stomach and chest. (Overall wear Erwin's shirts challenge 21k)

Colt (My favorite guy from Marley besides Falco 😜)

~SIGHT MFER SIGHT

•He's so entranced by you the second he sees you 🥺

•Knows that he wants you all to himself but has a hard time saying it but when he does know that he's always watching.

•He's such a cutie tho!! Feels embarrassed if you catch him sneaking a peak if you're stretching and your shirt rides up or if you're only wearing a towel and you're parading around his room.

•Please tell him it's ok to look 🥺

•Wear his shirt. WEAR HIS SHIRT. Don't make me repeat it a third time. If you do he'll have his eyes on you all day.

•When he's comfortable with you he'll stare at your long legs peaking out his untucked shirt and.. now he's hard.

•He loves watching you do cute precious shit like cook or dance. Loves the way you jump around when you're just humming a tune.

•Let's you wear his boxers (Please be in them when he comes home. He'll give you that good cock.)

•Let's be honest here his eyes are always looming over your figure and he wants to touch but fuck he loves to look. 😜🥺

Porco

~Sight and taste (I have a strong belief that almost all the Marley guys love to stare.)

•Guys.. show off that ass for Porco.

•Give him something to watch. You go walking away from him with your ass perfectly cupped in something tight fitting there's gonna be another tight fit waiting for you at home.)

•He fucking loves the taste of your sweat. Quite possibly your blood too when he bites down a certain way. (Porco screams blood kink to me 🤷‍♀️)

•Shit quite literally gets him going.

•He's got your waist and hand in the streets and your thighs between his teeth in the sheets.

•He's a biter (Ladies, Gents and the rest.)

•Loves gripping your ankles and yanking you towards him. Sometimes during sex sometimes just because you keep inching away from him on the couch.

•I also see Porco as the kind of guy to stick his tongue in your ear. Like if he does he's staying there for about twenty minutes.

•Porco has the god tongue and rough fingers (Do with that what you will.)

Renear (Reiner) 🤭

~Obviously Sight but also touch.

•If please touch me were a person.

•I see him as the type where if he were friends with someone he had a crush on and was playful with them he'd do things like pull them into his chest on occasion and put his hands on the small of their back.

•Unlike Porco and Connie his touch is probably more aimed at loving than sexual.

•He's always marveling your gorgeous eyes, he loves running a finger over your chin before he kisses you, adores pressing his thumb to your bottom lip and when you open for him to press his thumb against the pad of your tongue-

•Holy shit.

•Watches you do literally everything as if he's so awed but he's in love.

•Holds you around the waist whenever you two dance. So close you can feel his heart skip for you.

•Once again (Wear his shirts. Wear his shirt. wear his shirt!)

•Also craves pecks on the lips and tight holds around his body so give him those.

Berthot (Berthold whatever the fuck his name is)

~Sight

•He's definitely one of those personality driven mfers.

•But he's also seen you and what he's seen is amazing.

•Why tf is he always blushing just to look away cause he adores you from your head to your toes.

•But unlike some of the other guys I see him as the kind of guy obsessed with your pretty face over your curves and what not.

•He loves the way your eyes twinkle when you see a shooting star or the way you smile at him when you see him.

•He's like the easiest guy to please out of all the others here.

•He bores every pretty expression you make into his memory.

•Specially when you guys are 😤🥰😩

•Good luck to Armin when he sees you as 99.9% of his memory like damn.. 😤

Farlen (As a bonus!)

~Sound

•Your voice has been a lingering sound in the depths of his memory.

•From the second he first heard you he had to hear more.

•If you sing he wants to hear more. If you cry he wants to slit the throat of whoever did it and if you laugh. God please laugh..

•He's gonna do everything in his power to hear literally everything you have to say even if it's stupid to you. (There is no never mind in this relationship 😤).

•And dear god if you moan in his ear it'll send him to a galaxy far far away. You might even make him cum on the spot.

•If you whistle he's gonna ask you to whistle for him and will probably fall asleep to the sound.

•He wants the details of your day (like Armin) but he'll probably stop literally everything he's doing just to listen to you vent.)

•Please whisper in his ear he'll get so so very hard.

•And politely mumble how much you love everything about him the universe isn't big enough for how big his heart gets.

(This was posted on April 7th right before 12am so again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!!) 🥺

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Spa Day

03/04/2021

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader          Word Count: 7,559

Warnings: language, depression, past abuse, emotional abuse, fluff

A/N: I wrote this because I have been feeling pretty down on myself. It’s pure self indulgence to make me feel better. I hope it will help someone else and if not, I hope you at least get a smile or some entertainment from reading it. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

You’re awkward, walking in. Feeling out of place.

This place was for special people. Well, people who mattered.

You’re not sure how you got the voucher. It all happened so quickly.

One minute you were sitting in Mr. Wayne’s office, twiddling your thumbs to expend some nervous energy as you awaited your firing then the next you were being shoved out his office door with a gentle but firm hand at the center of your back.

Mr. Wayne had smiled, his face relaxed and amused.

“It expires soon, so use it tomorrow,” he’d said.

“I work tomorrow,” you’d resisted, no intention of losing a full day’s paid work.

“Take the day. On me. Full pay,” As you opened your mouth to protest again, he quickly lifted his hand to silence you politely and tacked on, “There’s no use arguing with me. Now enjoy it or you’re fired.”

He’d shut the heavy wooden door in your face leaving you standing there, stunned. At a loss to think up a reason to not come here today but obviously you’ve failed seeing as you’re here.

“Good morning!” A young woman with soft to the touch looking blonde hair smiles at you from behind the modern pale wooden counter. The white marble top shines in your eyes.

“Hi. Morning,” you sputter.

“How can we help you today?”

She’s so nice. So polite. Professional. This place is super expensive looking. There’s a crystal chandelier behind you at the center of the small lobby space. Chic sofas line the wall behind you, large pots with dragon trees growing tall add a splash of color to the otherwise sterile and plain gray walls.

Despite its minimalist decor, the office exudes money.

You’re almost at the brink of following the impulse that wants to turn you towards the tinted glass door, but before you can make your escape, the receptionist’s kind voice interrupts you.

“Oh! You have one of our platinum vouchers! Lucky you,” she smiles, genuine in her glee. “Shall I take that?”

She holds out her hands, both of them and waits for you to place the thick and shiny ticket-like paper in them.

Quickly she gives it a read, turning it over and then placing it under a UV light by her computer. An image shines out from under the purple light of a shimmering diamond right at the center of the ticket.

“You’ve got the works. Was it a gift?” She looks up at you, not intending to insult you but you can’t help but feel a little stung by her assumption.

You can’t really blame her though. You reserve all of your best outfits for work. Casual yet distinguished pantsuits and skirts with matching tops or jackets.

Today you’ve chosen a simple floor length skirt. It sits snugly around your waist and hips. Your t-shirt, a simple graphic tee with the words “Touch the Radley House YOLO” printed in bold black letters.

“Uh, yeah,” you admit to the girl, wishing she’d just sign you in and let you go about your day. “My boss gave it to me.”

“Lucky, lucky. You must have a really nice boss,” she admires.

“Well, I lost his company nearly a hundred million dollars and he didn’t fire me, so…” you trail off, still lost as to why Mr. Wayne had been so adamant you take some time off and why he’d been so understanding about the Ronson account.

“Oh,” the girl says, blinking a few times as she tries to process what you just said. “A very nice boss then.”

Her conclusion brings a small smile to your lips because truthfully, Mr. Wayne is very kind. You’ve never heard him berate an employee and he’s usually only tough on his business associates. Members of his board and investors. Like Mr. Ronson.

If he wasn’t so out of your league, you’d even consider maybe letting yourself really look at him. He’s hot for sure, but he always seems so preoccupied. Like he has something he’s trying to keep buried.

Nice, but he has secrets. No one’s perfect.

“Well, we’ve got you all booked in. What you’ll want to do is head in through that door on your right, walk halfway down the hall and the lounge room should be there to your left. Someone will come and escort you to your first experience.”

You observe her vernacular. Every word she speaks is rehearsed and probably scripted to a certain point.

“Thank you,” you give her another small smile, still feeling out of place but a little more at ease.

“Enjoy!” she calls as you cross through the heavy wooden door.

It swings shut behind you silently, a soft hiss at it latches.

The hallway before you is just as simple yet chic as the lobby. The colors are less neutral, a calming turquoise with a black base and a thick silver stripe lining the center of the wall at about waist height.

The doors are pale wood, smooth to the touch. You pass several of them as you make your way to the lounge.

Inside the door to your left at the center of the hall you find the lounge room. Which actually turns out to be a locker room. Smaller than what you would have thought with only about fifteen lockers that look more like small safes. Each one has a digital keypad, a fingerprint reader, and an iris scanner.

“Sheesh…” you observe but pick one and move over to it to set up your passcode, fingerprint, and scan your eye so that you can come get your stuff when your day of relaxation is over.

Inside the locker you find a neatly folded outfit wrapped in sanitary plastic. Completely sealed.

Just in case you’re wrong about this being a spot where you can change, you look for a designated changing area but don’t find one.

With no other choice, you place your purse and keys inside the locker, then slowly begin to strip. Shoes, skirt underwear go into the locker but your nerves don’t let you remove your t-shirt just yet. Untucked from your skirt, it’s easier to tell that it’s intentionally oversized.

After another quick anxious look at the door you’d come in through, you hook your hands into the base of your shirt and pull it up...just as the door opens and a large clearly male body steps in.

You gasp, whirling around in surprise to reclothe your breasts.

Cool air blows against your bottom as your shirt also twists with your movement, but you reach back and yank it down.

“Oh, I am...uh, didn’t see anything?” The voice is deep, smooth. It puts you at ease even though you literally just exposed yourself to a complete stranger.

“No, no. It’s fine,” you tell him, voice strained with embarrassment. “It’s my fault, I didn’t know if there was a separate changing room. I just...didn’t see any.”

“Oh, um...it’s the door right across the hall. But you know what? I’ll actually just step right outside and let you finish.”

That’s so nice…”You don’t have to, I can just-”

You turn around to look at him, keeping your hands on your shirt to pull it down. One at the front. One behind.

Simultaneously, though you don’t notice, both your and his jaw drop.

It takes both of you a moment to find your voices and while he speaks, your mind is busy taking in his massive size.

He’s thick. Muscles bulking through the should-be loose wrap top he’s wearing. Like yours it’s a soft peach color, the same diamond shape you’d seen on your voucher under the UV light etched into the right breast.

With the top he wears loose pants, or somewhat loose around his knee and down to his ankles; there’s a pair of charcoal slippers on his feet. His thighs, like his arms and chest strain against the clothes he’d been given.

It’s clearly too small. You wonder if maybe this place doesn’t carry the outfit in his size. It’s very possible, considering his girth.

“Miss?”

His slightly concerned expression brings you back to yourself, now flustered because he’s caught you gawking at him.

“Sorry, I’m-you just surprised me and my brain’s a little-what did you say?”

“I’ll just step outside,” he doesn’t wait for you to respond as he backs up to the door then pulls it open and disappears through it, closing it gently behind him.

“What the hell was that?!” you gasp, angry at yourself for staring.

He’s hot! You couldn’t help it. He also looks familiar, though you can’t place the face. How you could possibly forget a face like that you have no idea.

While you change, you think about the smaller things you’d notice.

His hair is dark. Black. Curls that are carefully kept in place with hair products. His skin is a perfect pale peach. Not so pink as the clothes you’re pulling on, but it falls under the same shade. There didn’t seem to be a single blemish from what you were able to see.

A small tuft of chest hair had been peeking out of the V of the top. His face had been perfect, yes, but kind. There was a gentleness in it. The small curve of a smile had played on his rosebud pink lips. Not thin. Not thick. They were perfect.

He was perfect.

And those eyes...so blue. Like a clear spring sky. So bright and observant. There’s no way he didn’t catch you staring. Shit.

You note as you shove your underclothes into your locker out of where he might see them, that your own outfit for this spa leaves even less to the imagination than what must be the male uniforms.

Where the handsome stranger had pants, you were given very small shorts. Little more than boy short underwear in length. Parts of your bottom were threatening to overflow.

The top, while similar to the one the stranger wore, also came with a bandeau given the unique look of being wrapped around your chest when it so clearly is just one piece. You were expected to wear this underneath the looser wrap top.

Pulling it shut, you’re still tying the top closed around your waist as you hurry to the door where the stranger must still be waiting.

You open it...but he’s gone.

Disappointment floods through you. Surprising you.

You have no reason to want to see him, but you suppose you had just wanted to apologize for the awkwardness.

With a sigh you shut the door and move back to your locker to shove the rest of your belongings in just as a kind looking young woman no older than the receptionist at the front desk comes in with a smile.

“Are we ready for the diamond experience? You’re a very lucky lady!”

Even though you’re still only halfway sure you even want to go through with this whole thing, her excitement is catching and you find yourself nodding and scurrying after her as she shows you down the hall for your all expense paid spa day.

~~~~~~~~~~

You aren’t used to relaxation.

Not to this degree.

A gold facial? Full body exfoliation with sea salt and Indian kama oil? A rain massage which consisted of you being massaged with several different clays as warm water is cascaded down your body? An herbal bath with murky green water that leaves your skin feeling fresh--like mint but for your skin?

It’s too much!

You’re four hours into your spa session and you’re so sleepy you might pass out in this next one.

As you’re escorted by the same young lady who has been tending to you from the beginning, she opens the door of a long room, the outer wall of which is made up of endless glass panels that catch the rays of the sun.

As you step in, you’re assaulted by immediate drowsiness as your entire being is engulfed in slightly sticky heat.

This isn’t a sauna. It won’t make you sweat buckets. But it makes your skin dewy and your eyes droop.

“Oh, wow,” you gasp, suddenly wanting to run before you can collapse to the floor in unconsciousness.

Your escort laughs, “The hot room has that effect on all of our guests. Come, it looks like we’ve got a spot free over at the far end.”

Along this wall of glass, there are lounge chairs with soft cushions grouped in twos, separated by a lattice waterfall panel that tinkles pleasantly as it empties down into a bed of soft pebbles. On the table at the head of these seats is a pitcher of water, glasses, and a set of small handheld fans that one can use to cool off a bit in the heat. Just in case it becomes too much, you guess. Though you can’t imagine it will. The heat isn’t oppressive. Just consuming.

It’s everywhere but it’s not choking or frustrating.

“I hope you don’t mind if we put you next to one of our other single guests? Most of our diamond packages are used by couples, as you can see.”

Your escorts gestures at the chairs as you pass them and sure enough, every seat is taken with couples hiding behind large potted fan palms.

“No, I don’t mind,” you answer in single, as if you have any choice. “How long will I be in here?”

“An hour or so? If you’d like to exit early, there is a small button on the table by your lounge. Press it and I will come take you to your next experience,” she looks back and smiles at you.

You notice that you pass three spots without lounge seats and wonder silently why some of them have been removed. At the end of these empties is where the escort stops. A set of lounges in the very last spot against the wall.

“Here you are,” your escort smiles. “If you need anything, just give us a call.”

“Thank you,” you smile at her and squeeze between the potted palms.

Slightly nervous, you look for your unintended partner and gasp at the Adonis you’d thought you’d lost.

The sound draws his attention and his expression shifts from stoic concentration to soft smile, “Hey, it’s you again.”

It takes you a moment to find your voice because you’re too busy gawking again.

He’s not wearing a shirt or pants. That is, he’s wearing shorts. A lot longer than yours, reaching about the top of his thighs, but still short. Like briefs. It gives you a good view of every single muscle in his long legs and you suddenly envy anyone that’s ever had the privilege to ride that thigh.

What the fuck am I thinking?! You give our head a shake and try to focus on his face as he waits. It’s only a second too late.

“Yeah, hi. Sorry, I-” you avert your eyes and quickly take a seat in your own lounge chair to his left, keeping your eyes on anything other than the mass that is his chest.

Just as you’d thought, it’s covered in a mouthwatering line of chest hair that trailers down onto his stomach and makes an ever so subtle trail down, down, down...down...down…

He chuckles, “It’s alright. It’s only fair you get a good look too, right?”

You’re not even processing what he’s saying, unable to focus for a bit.

“You’re here alone?” It’s more an observation than a question but you answer anyway, grasping at the distraction.

“Yes,” you nod. “A gift from my boss.”

“Me too,” he turns a little in his seat so that he can look at you, but adjusting his angle so that he can still keep his legs up, one propped up as he rests his elbow on his knee. The other stretched out before him.

This draws your gaze back to him and you’re able to pay attention this time and ignore his very distracting body.

“Oh?”

“I mean, not my boss, but it was a gift from a friend. He thought I could use a nice relaxing day.”

The way he says it, sounds like you’re not the only one saddled with what you perceived was a burden or at the very least, a waste of time.

You grin, “Mine too. My boss. I saved the company I work with from a scandal and his idea of repaying me was to give me a spa day. A raise would have been more than enough.”

“Tell me about it,” the man says, smiling with stunning pearly whites.

His smile is gorgeous and you’re enamored again by how sweet he looks.

How can someone look like he can tear the head off a rhino and still look so adorable? It can’t be fair.

“Rent keeps going up and my job doesn’t pay nearly enough to keep up. At this rate I might end up having to move back to the farm.”

“Oh,” you reply lamely, piecing together where he might have grown his sculpted figure. Farm work can be grueling.

He gives you a look, assessing your response then waves his hand gently as if to swat away his complaint, “Sorry, don’t listen to me. I’ve got it better than most. You don’t need to be hearing about my problems.”

“No!” you rush to assuage his worry. “No, it’s okay. That sucks about your job. Is there no chance at a raise?”

“Not exactly, I have a uh, a hobby that keeps me from taking more work and I kind of get paid by assignment. I have a flat salary but working extra would definitely help with the bills.”

“What do you do?” you wonder, trying to picture this guy doing anything other than just looking like a God in a spa.

He could be a bodyguard? They get assignments. Construction? Personal trainer?

“I’m a journalist,” he tells you, speaking matter-of-factly as if it makes perfect sense.

You blink, then chuckle and then laugh once.

“What?” he asks, amused and smiling again as you chuckle. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head. “It’s just, journalist is not where my mind went.”

He doesn’t seem surprised but he also doesn’t say anything else.

The two of you lapse into silence. It’s not uncomfortable and at least you don’t feel like you need to say anything to fill the dead air.

Twenty minutes pass and you lean back in your chair to relax, sighing lightly and smiling at the immaculate aura that this stranger seems to emanate.

It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

The longer you lay there, suddenly not sleepy at all, the more your curiosity grows. Turning towards him, you find him already looking at you.

This startles you but in a good way. You smile and the soft curve of his lips breaks into a full toothed smile.

Both of you move your lips to speak, but before you can either of you get a word in a rustle of palm leaves pulls both your attentions behind your seats.

You sit up, twisting a little to look at who’s come, expecting to see your escort or some other spa staff.

Instead you find a woman you’d spotted laying in another spot with who you’d thought was the other half of her couple. Her waist-length auburn hair clings to the skin of her bare shoulders and sides. She’s removed her top, leaving her in her bandeau.

“Hi,” she says to your stranger-wait not your stranger. Shoot.

He looks confused but not unfriendly, “Hello.”

“My friend finally talked me into coming over and talking to you,” she informs him.

“I see,” your-the stranger says.

The girl seems to be expecting something but the stranger just looks up at her expectantly. Awkwardly.

He looks at you and you quickly turn away from their conversation, pushing yourself to the end of the lounge to sit with your hands holding onto the edge, feet flat on the ground.

You try not to eavesdrop but they’re right there.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” he asks her, sounded polite but not uninterested.

You can hear the woman shifting from foot to foot, probably pushing her hips from side to side. Her figure is nice. Not like yours. She’s attractive, in a conventional way. In a magazine accepted way.

Your mood sinks the longer you ponder on this random girl and the stranger. There’s an endless string of disappointments that have built you into this person you are.

Insecurities made worse by words spoken by people that should have supported you or those you thought were on your side. Affections misplaced. Kindness taken advantage of. Betrayal. Worst of all the betrayal. Some small. Some big.

You know that you should be less shaky in your self worth. You know that you’re more than the words spoken and the actions taken that brought you to this point. But how do you turn it off? How to fight the thoughts that bring you down?

It’s not something you can do all at once. You know this. And yet feeling bad about yourself makes you feel guilty because you know it’s bad and that makes you feel worse. It’s an endless cycle.

You’re fully wallowing in your own self-pity before the girl even has a chance to answer the stranger’s question.

“Well, I noticed you came by yourself and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to have dinner sometime? Or maybe coffee?”

You don’t dare turn back, you just resign yourself to a lack of luck and stare out at nothing even though the view is really nice.

“Thank, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not looking for a date right now, I don’t really have the time,” the stranger says, giving her a diplomatic response.

Letting her down without letting her down.

“Oh, well,” there’s a beat of silence. “In case you change your mind, here’s my number. Call me, if you find some time?”

You hear her retreat and the soft shift of what must be a business card against the wood of the table behind the stranger’s chair.

Movement shifts in your periphery and you see that the stranger has moved to the end of his own lounge, mimicking your pose though he’s much bulkier and takes up much more space.

“That was weird,” he says, a small puff of air passing between his lips as he huffs a laugh.

“Why?”

“Well, she just came up to me, out of nowhere,” he clarifies.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the first time that’s happened to you.”

The stranger seems to pick up on your mood shift, his face etched with concern as he tries to lean forward, head tilted a little as he strains for a better look at your face.

“Actually, that never happens to me,” he says. A lie?

“How about you?” he checks, probing gently to see if he can get you to talk.

“No. Never.”

“But you’re so-”

“I’m nothing,” you interrupt, the words an automatic response as if you’ve been hypnotized into saying those words exactly. A trained response.

The silence is no longer comfortable, but thick and heavy.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true. I’m nobody.”

It hurts to speak these words aloud. Words that have hurt you in the past. Words that have cut you time and again. Scars left behind by those people that should have loved you but didn’t.

“No one is nobody,” the stranger counters.

He watches you, observing.

You don’t like the front row seat he has to your wallowing. You try to pull yourself out of it but the hole just keeps getting deeper.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, stealing a quick glance at him.

He’s still got his head tilted a little in pure concentration as he watches you, brow crinkled with focus.

It’s not judgement though, just intent. You can tell he’s really listening and it makes your heart flutter. No one has ever listened to you before. Not like this. Not with a deep desire to understand like he does.

He shakes his head, “Was it the girl coming over?”

You look away, feeling embarrassed, “She reminded me of someone I knew. Someone I dated.”

Nodding, he indicates that he’s listening.

You smile without humor, hurt by the memory, “He thought I should look like her. Or...he didn’t say exactly like her, but he said he wished I looked better.”

He frowns, his deep dislike for your story honest, “He doesn’t sound like a nice guy.”

“No, he wasn’t. He wasn’t like, evil or anything, but yeah. Not a nice guy,” you admit, accepting that in that case, it was definitely your boyfriend’s problem.

“But that’s not it?”

You look at him.

“There’s more to it?” he guesses.

You look out at the scenic view finally, not really seeing it but appreciating the colors at least.

“This spa day?” you begin, stealing another glance at him.

He turns to sit facing you, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped as his listening intensifies.

“The only reason I got it was because as I said before I saved the company I work for from being dragged into scandal. I also lost a bunch of money by losing the client but my boss was pretty pleased.

“But the only reason I even touched the account was because I was sorta forced to?” Is that the best way to describe what happened?

“How were you forced to deal with that account?”

“Well, I’m not exactly the best with making friends? I mean, I have had friends before. I just--I got really sick a while back and I lost most of them because I cancelled on plans a lot or I didn’t have the energy to maintain contact? Even texting felt like such a chore. Just the act of responding and-I guess they thought that I thought being friends with them was a chore, and that wasn’t it.

“I just couldn’t find the energy to try to do anything. Some days I wouldn’t even eat because I’d have to get up and make myself food and I barely got up to go to the bathroom much less make a meal.

“Anyway, I just kind of gave up and they did to and now, I don’t really have an in with people? I don’t say much and it’s not that I don’t want to talk, I just don’t have anything worth saying. Or maybe I just can’t think of anything? I don’t know. But it affects work relationships too.”

“How?” he asks.

You take a deep breath, looking down at your hands clinging to the edge of the lounge before releasing it slowly.

“It’s really just me getting in my feelings,” you shrug.

“What you feel is what you feel, even if you don’t think you should. Our pasts can affect us well into our futures.”

His encouragement helps, and you feel a little less vulnerable to share with him.

“I work in the PR department. There are six of us in total. We’re a pretty big company. Multinational big. So there’s one of us for every form of media. Since we all work for the same clients, bridging the gap, we usually spread the workload evenly.

“Or, the other five members of my team do. Sometimes they just forget that I’m there and I usually get stuck with the leftover work. I’m not one to complain, so-” you shrug. “But they forget me for other stuff too. Company dinners. Competitions for prizes in the office. Secret Santa. Stuff like that.

“It makes me feel alone.”

You chance a glance at him, and he’s still watching you but his eyes are far away for a bit as if he’s remembering something.

“I know how that feels,” he nods. “I’ve felt alone almost all my life in some ways. Luckily, I’ve made a few friends to help me see things a little differently but that loneliness will never really go away.

“I understand.”

You smile, feeling more and more at peace again with him. Calm, like he really does get it.

He responds to the shift in your expression by relaxing his own. A small crinkle forms at the corners of his eyes, a subtle curve of his lips.

Now that you’re both feeling a little better, you can admit to yourself that you were jealous. Not just because the girl was everything that you were made to think you should be, but because this stranger, gorgeous as he is, is so nice.

He’s sweet and you want that in your next partner. You want to have someone care about you genuinely. You’re a little ashamed of wanting to claim him. Do you even dare entertain the thought?

“Yeah, I think you probably do,” you smile wider, turning in your seat to face him like he’s facing you.

“Now that you know all about my depression, would you like to know my name?” you ask him, teasing a smile.

He smiles more freely, “On a first date? Isn’t that moving kinda fast?”

Your stomach tumbles, heart sprinting at his words.

“A date?”

He only smiles wider, your heart stuttering before taking off at double speed again.

You tell him your name and then bite your lip, unable to believe your good luck.

“What about that other girl? You told her you weren’t looking for a date,” you wonder.

“Well, how can I be looking for a date when I’m already on one? Besides, how many girls do you think I can come across before I find another one wearing a shirt about my favorite book again?” he asks, all sincerity.

“Your favorite book is to Kill a Mockingbird?”

His smile is blinding.

“It’s really nice to meet you,” he nods, reaching out to shake your hand. “My name is Clark. Clark Kent.”

You take it and almost faint as your head goes dizzy at the soft touch of his skin.

The veins of his forearm bulge as he squeezes gently but he doesn’t actually shake it and instead seems to just hold your hand.

“Wait, I’ve seen your editorials before. You work at the Daily Planet.”

“I do,” he nods.

Your stomach suddenly falls, jealousy raking up along your ribs to settle around your heart to make it ache.

“Aren’t you dating Lois Lane? I thought-you two went to one of my boss’s parties together.”

It had been so long ago. Months and months. You remember Mr. Wayne going on about his friends Clark and Lois. You hadn’t met them, but Mr. Wayne had left to greet them when they’d arrived.

Clark’s own face falls just a tad, a small melancholic shift but it’s not deep. He keeps his smile, though smaller, and nods.

“We broke up last year,” he confesses, still not releasing your hand.

His thumb grazes against the back of it, sending goosebumps up from that point to spread along your arms and the rest of your body.

“I’m...not sorry?” you laugh, unable to help yourself because how can you be sorry about it now?

Clark also chuckles, “You know, right now, suddenly I’m not either.”

Before you can think of something cute to say, your stomach gurgles loudly, announcing to anyone close enough to hear that you’re hungry.

“Oh,” you utter, embarrassed as you finally take your hand back to rub your belly. “Sorry, I guess I haven’t eaten in a bit.”

“They have a menu here, I’ll grab us one.”

He rises and is gone before you can stop him and holy hell does he have a nice butt.

Watching him leave, you contemplate the way he used the word “us” so casually and wiggle with the pleasure it gives you.

As quick as you can, you look for any reflective surface and settle on the window across from you on which you can barely see yourself.

It’s enough though and you quickly go about fixing your hair which is surprisingly not bad even after all the treatments you’ve undergone.

A soft voice calls your name, the young woman who’s been escorting you.

“Hi, are you ready for your next treatment?” she smiles at you politely, kindly even, her body slightly bent down so that she won’t speak too loud and disturb the other people enjoying the hot room.

“Oh, um...I’m actually super hungry and I was going to order something to eat?”

The idea of being taken away to somewhere that you can’t be around Clark devastates you. You haven’t been this into anyone in so long.

“Oh okay! What would you like to order? Did you get a menu?”

The young woman gestures over her shoulder as if asking if she should go get you one.

“Actually-” but you don’t get to explain because Clark suddenly steps up to loom over both of you.

He doesn’t mean to, you don’t think, he’s just so big and he kind of naturally just looms.

“Hi,” he greets her kindly, and she flushes.

You can’t blame her. She takes a step back to put some space between herself and Clark and she’s seriously flustered. He’s hot.

Clark squeezes back by and sits himself in his seat before opening the paper menu and leaning towards you to give you a look.

You read through the choices quickly and nothing looks too crazy.

“Ooh, this one looks good,” you tell him, pointing down at the bottom of the menu.

“Should we get that one?”

“Yeah!” you reply eagerly, excited for the food.

You’re really very hungry.

“Can we get the gourmet pizza?” Clark asks, “And an order of the mini muffins? What kind are they?”

“Blueberry today,” the girl informs him, back to her composed and professional attitude.

“Two orders of those. And…”

“You don’t offer any kind of burger?” you ask the young woman looking back at her.

She smiles kindly but shakes her head, “No, sorry. The closest would be the sandwiches. We have tuna, cucumber, egg salad, and ham.”

While they sound like normal sandwiches, you have a suspicion that they’re going to be fancy in one way or another.

“Can we have an order of the tuna?”

She nods.

“And we’ll get the chocolate fondue, for desert?” Clark adds, folding up the menu and handing it to your escort.

“Alrighty, and for drinks? We can bring just plain water or perhaps some herb infused tea?”

“Do you have any sweet tea?” you wonder.

She nods.

“Two please,” Clark smiles. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” your escort says and hurries off to put in the order.

Both of you watch her go then when you meet Clark’s eyes, he laughs, just once. Failing to keep it inside.

“Did we order too much?” you wonder.

“I’m hungry too,” Clark assures you.

“I really wanted a burger,” you lament. “I mean, this food will probably be better than some greasy burger but-”

“A burger sounds like heaven. I love greasy burgers. Double meat. Triple cheese. Lots of pickles.”

He makes a funny face, pretending to salivate over the image he’s painted and while it’s a subtle change in his expression, you can tell that he’s more prone to being serious and that makes the gesture funnier for some reason.

You laugh, shaking your head.

He laughs with you, leaning back in his lounge.

You follow his lead, then turn onto your side and shove an arm underneath your head.

He mimics your pose, drawing his long legs up a little to bend them.

“I’m sorry about earlier, with the locker room? I really didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to change in there.”

Clark’s smiles shift to a soft curve of his lips.

“I’m the one that should be apologizing,” he counters. “I walked in on you.”

“But you had no idea I’d be in there half naked, I kinda just thrust my body at you.”

There’s a beat, he looks down at your chair instead of maintaining eye contact, then, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Your neck is suddenly on fire. Cheeks, ears, the base of your belly. It all burns as your heart stutters.

As he looks up to meet your eyes again, those baby blues burning with a striking spark, something he said when you first came in here replays itself in your head.

You frown, narrowing your eyes at him, “Hey, when I came in here, I apologized for staring at your naked upper body and you said that it was only fair I get a good look too.

“Are you saying you saw me when you clearly said you didn’t in the locker room?!”

Clark averts his eyes, clearing his throat loudly before throwing himself onto his back to stare up at the ceiling.

“I’m gonna have to get my friend something really good in return for gifting me this spa day,” Clark says, pointedly changing the subject.

But he has a point. This has been the best little indulgence you’ve ever given yourself and none of it could have been possible without Mr. Wayne’s generosity.

“Me too. I’ll have to make sure my boss knows how glad I am that he forced me to come here.”

Clark smiles, “What’s your next treatment? Did you pick them before you came?”

“We could do that?” You gasp.

Clark just smiles wider.

“No, I’m just going with the flow. The girl who took our order has been suggesting stuff and I’ve just been going with it.”

“I have a fresh water soak after this. You should join me.” Clark offers.

After the hot room, a swim in some fresh water sounds like heaven. And extending your time with Clark is a definite bonus.

“Aren’t we not supposed to swim for thirty minutes after we eat?” you tease.

Clark chuckles, “It’s a soak.”

Then, his voice shifts and you’re knocked breathless as he basically pleads with you.

“Join me. Only if you want to. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

Your brain is buzzing with that pleading voice of his. Gentle urging that betrays his want to be with you rather than wanting to control you.

“A fresh water soak sounds amazing.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Nothing could ever top today. You and Clark stuck together the rest of the day. It was fun getting to know him and exciting because the longer you two spent time together, the closer he sat to you.

As you dropped your spa outfit into a canvas souvenir bag that your attendee had given you at your last treatment--a couple’s massage that you and Clark had talked all the way through--Clark peeked around his own locker door, shutting it.

“So, I was thinking,” he began, moving to lean beside your locker as he towers over you, making you internally swoon with the curve of his lips.

“Yeah?” you urge him on, taking your other belongings and throwing them into the canvas bag along with your spa outfit which is also free for you to take.

“I have some things to do tonight but, how would you like to get some burgers tomorrow?”

“Are you asking me out on a second date, Clark?” as much as you wish you could sound like you were teasing, your excitement betrays you and Clark beams at your tone.

“Definitely,” he says low and deep.

Fuck, you’re totally screwed. You’re falling hard.

You really want to reach up and gently slide the curl falling on his forehead to the side lightly, but you resist the urge.

“I’d love to go out and get greasy burgers with you,” you bite your lip and Clark’s expression shifts a bit more serious but there’s a fire in his eyes, a darkening as his pupils dilate that makes your heart stutter.

“Come on,” Clark nods towards the door. “I’ll walk you out.”

He bumps into you, flirtatiously nudging you as he leads you out and you return his gentle push with your own.

“Had you been to a spa like this before?”

“No,” Clark shakes his head. “I actually don’t get much benefit at these places. It feels good, but it’s not really my thing. You?”

“I feel cleaner than I ever have,” you scoff. “But I could never afford it. Even the cheap places. I’d rather just take a walk around a park or something.”

“Me too,” Clark agrees, smiling.

As the two of you walk out into the parking lot, the cooler air outside feels pleasant against your treated skin.

In the setting sun light, Clark looks especially good and you can’t help yourself. You steal several glances at him with no worry as to hiding it.

You’re happy to see he’s doing it too.

“Oh good,” a familiar voice interrupts, pulling your feet to a stop as you search for your boss’s face. “You two met.”

“Wait, us two-?”

“Bruce?” Clark also stops beside you, eyes narrowed, a crinkle between his eyes.

You look between the two of them, confused but starting to put two and two together.

“Bruce? You-Mr. Wayne is your friend who gave you the voucher?” you realize.

Clark looks at you, his own realizations starting to manifest.

“Bruce is your boss?”

Mr. Wayne moves towards the two of you, hands shoved into his long charcoal gray coat. There’s a satisfied grin on his handsome face, a pride in what you realize must have been a carefully crafted maneuver.

Clark looks at you, a knowing smile on his face as if amused but maybe also a little irritated? Not with you, of course. Clearly his annoyance is with Mr. Wayne.

“You did this,” he accepts, looking back at Mr. Wayne with a tilt of his head.

“I didn’t do anything,” Mr. Wayne denies. “I just gave you two a free day at the spa. Did she tell you why I gave her the voucher?”

“She did,” Clark nods.

“Not every PR rep would overlook a five hundred million dollar investment in order to keep us clean from associating with a suspected illegal arms dealer. Most of them would just look the other way.” Mr. Wayne brags.

A look of understanding crossing Clark’s face and he looks down at you, smiling again as if he’s pieced together a puzzle.

“It was really nothing, Mr. Wayne, and thank you for today. I-I’m actually really glad I came. I would have hated it if the voucher expired.”

“Expired?” Clark asks, turning that confused look back on his friend. “They don’t expire.”

Mr. Wayne clears his throat and turns his full body away from you both, looking back at his shiny expensive sports car.

“Yeah, they do,” he says.

“Bruce,” Clark chides.

“We’re gonna be late,” Mr. Wayne says, ignoring Clark’s reprimand, then looks at you as he pretends he wasn’t just caught in a lie. “Do you have a ride home?”

“Yeah, I brought my car,” you gesture at a modest white sedan parked a few spots over.

“Good. I’ll see you on Monday. Clark?” Mr. Wayne urges him, then walks towards his car.

“I’ll be right there,” Clark tells him, then waits for you to lead the way to your car.

Your heart is still thrumming rapidly with the realization that Mr. Wayne went out of his way to make sure you and Clark met. A set up?

You stop by your car door and unlock it. Clark is quick to take the door from you as you open it and he holds it with his left arm as you turn to look up at him.

“I had a lot of fun today, despite the obvious premeditation of us meeting,” you scoff. “I’m glad I met you.”

You’re quickly becoming acquainted with the gentle curve of Clark’s lips, the peek of his pearly whites as he blushes and meets your eyes.

“I’m glad Bruce interfered,” he nods. “I’ll see you tomorrow for burgers?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you assure him.

After a moment of hesitation, he reaches out and places his hand on your bicep then traces the length of your arm until he can take your hand.

It sets your skin on fire. It makes you dizzy and breathless.

“You have my number,” you remind him, eager to reconnect if he has the time.

He gives you that pearly smile, blue eyes full of excitement, “I’ll call you later. Tonight?”

You nod, “Tonight.”

He waits for you to get in, shutting the door for you when you’re sitting.

You lower the window as he backs away, “Bye.”

“Bye,” he nods, then turns to meet Mr. Wayne at his car.

“What?” Bruce asks, “It’s been months. She’s perfect for you.”

“Really?!” you can hear Clark demand, more annoyed with his friend again than any consequences his actions might have brought, however positive.

“You like her, don’t you?” Mr. Wayne asks.

“That’s not the point, Bruce. Boundaries.” Clark reminds him. “Why did you lie to her?”

“I knew you were coming today, I had to get her here,” Mr. Wayne explains. “Besides, you’re-”

As their doors shut, you’re cut off from their distant conversation. You shut your window, watch them speed out, and smile to yourself at the unexpected turn your spa day took.

[voxmortuus]

A Familiar World

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Modern F!Reader

Universe: Red Dead Redemption 2

Words: 1.2k

TW: Que Opera Singing voice SMUT | Smut-time language | Fluff | Language | Unprotected Sex | Bodily fluids

Prompt: @mesangelique A modern reader brought in the past by one of the rock pictures (Francis Sinclair) finding a dying Arthur on the cliff and bringing him in their cabin to take care of him, managing to save him and eventually both falling in love with each other and having S3X.

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"God damn it, I was so comfortable." You groan as you push yourself out of bed to get up to use the bathroom for what felt like the umpteenth time. You open your bedroom door and you feel this odd breeze, the smell was so different, the floor felt different. You open your eyes and look down, and then quickly look up to see Francis Sinclair standing there, you jump back a bit, your heart pounding.

"AHA! IT WORKED! I KNEW IT!" He laughs and looks at you.

"Where the fuck am I?" you demand.

"What year are you from again?" He asks you.

"AGAIN? What year are you from!?" You demand to know.

"1899... What yea-"

"1899... you're fuckin kidding me!" You exclaimed. Looking around you start to stumble around, trying to find something but you're unsure. You pinch yourself, but you're still there. Letting out a heavy breath you start to wander off.

"You don-"

"HUSH FUNNY MAN!" You hell back as you start to wander off trying to find your way but it was dusk and the sun was starting to set. You got a good distance before you started to run out of breath, looking around you hear a man who seems to be in pain. Looking around you see a man on the edge of a cliff and run to help him. Instinctively you bring up up a hill to a cabin. Looking around the cabin seems to be unoccupied. Though the funny thing is the moment you enter, it's like you've been here before, it's like this is something you would have. Your mind feels fuzzy eventually things become second nature to you.

You take Arthur to a cot you have in a spare room and lay him down and tend to his wounds, getting them clean. You pull the blanket over him and sit in the kitchen, flipping open a silver box you look at the unfiltered cigarettes and shrug. "Well, you only live once." you tell yourself taking a long drag after lighting it with a candle and cough heavily and take another drag. "I could get used to this..." You chuckle looking around you walk to a master bedroom after pushing yourself out of a chair with the filterless cigarette between your lips and find a closet full of clothing. You take a seat on the bed and finish your cigarette and put it out in the tray by the bed and look at the closet. Shrugging you strip down and get into the times with the clothing.

"Oh this is not comfortable. So many damn layers!" You snarl as you slip into something a little easier and let out a breath. Making your way to the kitchen again, you sit at the table and watch the man from the chair. With your head in your hands, you drift into a soft quiet sleep.

Jolting yourself awake you look around and it's morning. Looking around you let out a breath. "Arthur, what are you doing?" you ask, how you knew his name you furrow your brow.

"Walking, what does it look like?" He asks with a soft grunt.

"You were hurt, Are you feeling better?"

"Girl, did you hit your head?" He chuckles, your brow furrows again and you get up walking him back to the bed. Had you hit your head? You were wearing something different, but this feeling that you had taken care of him this whole time had rushed over you. As you stand up to take his arm to escort him back to bed you get flashbacks. Tending to his every wound, the look in his eyes. You set him down and open his shirt and look over his face. You rest your hand on his chest and look at him.

"Your wounds look good Arthur." You state softly. He smiles back at you and touches your leg his hand running up your leg gripping slightly.

Biting your lip you look over his face, feeling this feeling of a connection you lean in and kiss him softly. His arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you closer, he untucks your blouse and his warm rough hand caresses the small of your back and he leans in a bit more into the kiss and your hands press on his shoulders as he pulls you onto the bed. He doesn't break from the kiss, in fact, he deepens the kiss and you move your hips up into him a bit moving back onto the pillow. With one hand supporting him beside your head you look over his face and kiss his strong arms, while the other hand is sliding under your skirt. You let out a jagged breath as you feel him touch your skin. A shiver quakes over you and you reach down to undo his belt and his pants.

Smiling he looks over your face and you feel him in your hand after you release him from his pants. Biting your lip you lean up and kiss him, holding him in your hand as you move your hand back and forth, he groans in your mouth. You shiver, feeling yourself quake and quiver with want. You move him to your entrance and he lets out a low grunt as he slowly pushes himself into your warm wetness.

Your back arches a bit as he slowly begins to thrust, letting out a soft moan he takes your hands into his and pins them on either side of your head as his hips move into your buckling ones as he slowly fucks you. You feel this sensation wash over you with so much want and need for this man you hardly know but feel deeply for. Your legs wrap around his waist digging your heels into the small of his back and he picks up speed. Your breathing picks up and your muscles restrict around his hard cock.

"Fuck." He groans. "You feel so good." He groans again.

"Oh, Arthur, don't stop." you beg softly as you grind your hips against him, almost begging for more.

He moves to an elbow letting go of your hand as he kisses your neck and a hand tangled in your hair as he starts to pick up speed, causing you to massage his cock with your muscles.

"Keep that up girl and you're going to make me cum." He tells you.

"I can't help it, you feel so good." You whimper, biting your lip you breathe heavily as you move your body with his, a free hand of his slips under your shirt caressing your breast playing with your nipple and you let out a heavier moan. "Oh fuck." You moan louder.

"Hold on girl, not yet." He tells you.

Picking up speed the bed begins to smack against the wall. Your body quakes with the feeling of needing his finish. You bite your lip letting out a heavy groan. "I can't wait anymore Arthur, I'm going to cum." You moan.

"Come on girl, cum on my cock." He feels you quake, your pussy pulsating around his cock. "Atta girl. Cum for me." He coaxes you.

Your body wastes no time before it finishes hard, feeling him finish with you his cock twitches inside you pulsating with you as he lets out a heavy grunt and pushes deeper inside you. He lets out a heavy breath as he slowly pulls from you and looks over your face. "I feel better now." He smirks.

"Good... Breakfast?" you smile with a soft chuckle.

"Home?" He asks you.

Nodding your head. "Home."

"Breakfast sounds good." He smiles.

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