#slight warning for lewdness sorta

[americanwh0rerstory]

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN

inappropriate use of mutation - quicksilver

stalker!peter maximoff x f!reader

SUMMARY: after months of obsession, he finally claims what he saw as ‘his’

CONTENT WARNING: SLIGHT NONCON, drugs (weed), sorta stalking? p in v, hair pulling

A/N: I AM SORRY FOR THE DELAY. it unfortunately will happen sometimes but i’ll post the fics asap <3

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT BELOW. CONSUME AT OWN RISK

Peter wasn’t controlling, he was far from it. but whenever he thought of Y/N he found that he couldn’t help but feel that way. he wanted you all to himself, he wanted you to be his.

he couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever he saw you talking to some of the other guys around the school, however he wouldn’t know that if he wasn’t following from a distance. he always thought of it as ‘protecting’ you, just incase anything happened but deep down he knew what he was doing

he craved those brief moments of eye contact, the way you obliviously smiled and said hi to him whenever he made his presence known to you. he always wondered what it was that he saw in your eyes, so innocent yet he could see that hint of desire beneath the surface; he had to act on it

“sooo��� wanna go out one time?” peter blurred out when you greeted him, his lips moving faster than his brain. when you accepted a grin overtook his face, his plan truly was coming together with you being completely oblivious

the date went smoothly: he used his mutation to take you wherever you wanted to go, he made the date as perfect as possible for you. it wasn’t about his enjoyment, it was all about yours.

he brought you back to his place, sharing a joint with you whilst you sat perfectly on his lap. he chose a strain of weed he knew to be an aphrodisiac, just wanting to boost his chances of you giving him that ‘yes’. he had you sat on his lap, which you happy obliged with, whilst the two of you shared a joint.

“i can tell you want it y’know” peter murmurs softly, one hand gently trailing up your thigh whilst his arm snakes around your waist. you went to protest, not wanting to give away your feelings but you was cut off by his cocky and amused scoff “don’t deny it, i can feel you dripping through my jeans”

his hand snuck under your skirt as he spoke, rubbing small circles on your clit through the dampening cotton of your panties, causing your breathing to become heavier and your eyes glazing over with lust. the effects of the weed were hitting you hard,

he gently tugged your panties to the side, the sudden chill hitting your slit caused you to shiver against him. he smirked and slowly began to push his index finger into your tight hole, his middle finger soon following

“i know you like it” he mumbled, his warm breath hitting your ear. he wasn’t wrong though, your body betrayed you and only made you even wetter around his fingers. he scissored them back and forth within you; stretching you out and scoffing with amusement whenever you let out one of your ‘cute little moans’ as he’d call it

he kept fingering you, using his mutation to turn his hand into a human vibrator and bring you just to the brink of orgasm before pulling out. he bent you over the foot of his bed, making sure you could see your fucked out face in his mirror headboard whilst he slid into you and resumed the fast pace

“c’mon babygirl, it’s me. thought you’d know it’ll be fast” peter taunted as he pulled your hair, yanking your head back whilst he mercilessly pounded into you from behind; forcing your back into an arch. his mutation made his movements so fast you couldn’t tell whether he was pumping in or out of you anymore

your walls squeezed around his dick which caused him to let out a whine of pleasure, blabbering curses of euphoria. he threw his head back in satisfaction, letting out shamelessly loud and lewd moans which coincided with your own pleasure filled mewls.

his thrusts remained fast but occasionally grew sloppy as he neared the edge, his tip ramming against your cervix with each thrust that only brought you closer too, until your joint orgasm

white-hot flushes of pleasure crashed over you in waves, your eyes squeezing shut as tears of satisfaction began to prick in your tear ducts. you felt the warm ropes of his milky seed spurt into you and paint your insides white.

peter felt that intense euphoria too, low moans escaped his lips whilst occasionally letting your name spill. he felt his release pump out of his tip and into you, satisfying his desire to claim you which he had felt for so so long

“youre mine now, babycakes” he grinned before planting a kiss to your forehead “if you want to be, that is” he said despite already knowing the answer

A/N: once again i’m sorry for the delay, i hope this was worth it <3

[jackassbrainrot]

head in the game [dico x gn!reader]

desc: you know that whole sucking someone's dick while they play video games? yeah that with dico

a/n: so very selfindulgent, like every fic I write that isn't a request (and sometimes even those are selfindulgent). I imagine this as more of a fwb situation than a relationship but you do you!

warnings: oral m!receiving, swearing, objectification (sorta?), calls reader a slut once, dico's just kind of mean in this one

word count: 564

You watch Dico sitting on the couch with a controller in his hands, eyes glued to the television screen. He's been in that same position for hours, not moving a muscle aside from the fingers mashing buttons in sequences that seemed random to everyone but him.

After hours of watching him play, your bored thought spiral into an idea you couldn't resist. You walk over to the couch, his gaze piercing through you as you obscure his vision for a moment before dropping to your knees in front of him. He looks down at you with a cocked eyebrow when your hands reach to unbuckle his belt, before turning his attention back to the game, a slight smile on his face.

Pulling his dick out of his pants, you spit in your hand before stroking it slowly, hearing his breath hitch. You continue your teasing, kissing the tip and licking the shaft with little kitten licks. His breathing gets deeper, trying to stay focused despite your touches.

Not satisfied with his reactions, you decide to take him into your mouth, sinking down until your nose was touching his pelvis. A low groan leaves his throat, eyes rolling back before looking back at the tv, not sparing you a glance. Two can play this game, you think to yourself. setting an unrelenting pace. You revel in the noises he's trying to hold back.

"If I lose this round because of you, you're fucking dead." He grits through his teeth, still not looking at you, and you smile as much as the cock in your mouth allows, keeping the same pace as before. His words only egg you on, your head bobbing up and down quickly, spit spilling from your stretched lips, making lewd wet noises. You feel his body tighten, and he cums in your mouth with a growl.

As you go to lift your head from his lap, you feel his hand keeping you in place. You make a confused noise, your mouth still full, making him smile cruelly down at you. "You didn't listen and now you're going to stay right where you are until I beat this shit." His words go straight to your crotch as you swallow around him. "And don't fucking move."

So you kneel there, keeping his dick warm in your mouth as he keeps playing. Your knees and jaw go sore but the stretch of your lips as he slowly hardens makes you whine with pleasure. He chuckles, thrusting into your mouth without warning, making you gag. You look up at him with wide eyes but his gaze is glued to the screen, acting like nothing has happened.

You don't even know how long you've been in that position before he puts the controller down, finally turning his attention to you. His hands grip the sides of your head, keeping you in place as he fucks your mouth without any care for your gagging or the spit and tears running down your face and neck. He pulls out of your mouth, one hand holding your head in place and the other jerking him off before white ropes fall onto your tear stained face.

"Think that's enough attention for you, slut?" He asks, putting his dick back into his pants and walking to the bathroom, leaving you desperate and horny on the floor, face dripping with cum and tears.

[zilbea]

Some FAHC freewood headcanons I promised! (kinda long)

Gavin has a back thing - it’s inconvenient, really. He’ll arch away from the touch of the occasional Fake accidentally brushing his back in passing. It throws him for loops, sending shivers shooting both up his spine and to his groin. Some might say it’s why he’s always fronting on people - exuding such arrogance and nosiness; no one can get extort his hypersensitivity if he faces them - no one can make him look vulnerable. No one except Ryan, who caresses Gavin’s back with strong warm hands after a long day of heisting. No one except Ryan can make The Golden Boy melt under their touch, and as Ryan pulls Gavin into a kiss, trailing his fingers up and down that tanned back, he’s the only one Gavin leans towards.

Gavin brings a kitten into the penthouse one day. Most of the Fakes don’t much care for it, but it brings The Golden Boy absolute joy. Gavin stumbles into the penthouse late one night, bruised and exhausted from a side job. The main room appears empty and Gavin blindly flops onto a couch, begging for sleep to swallow him. It almost does, until Gavin hears a low voice mumbling from the other couch. Opening his eyes, Gavin sees The Vagabond, still in heist face paint, cradling the small dark tabby. The kitten looks comically minuscule in Ryan’s large arms, and Gavin can’t help but smile. The tabby lets out a small mewl and kneads at Ryan’s belly. Ryan scratches the kitten’s head, chuckling softly. “Gavin,” he says, not looking up, “You’ve got some competition for my affections”

Ryan knows he’s scary. He knows The Vagabond is notorious around Los Santos, and he does little to downplay this fact. During missions, Ryan rarely checks his rage, letting it boil over and unfurl with vicious ferocity onto victims. Even so, Ryan thinks, as he watches the Golden Boy calmly snap the neck of a traitor of the Fakes, that Gavin Free should be the talk of terror. He carries out jobs with such silent offhanded energy and always manages to keep his clothes unmarred. Ryan won’t ever tell Gavin, but he looks up to The Golden Boy. Clean, calm, casual, and horribly cute. Ryan’s brain drops to his lap when Gavin winks at him - the dead traitor’s head between two pristine hands.

The Fakes know to give Ryan his space after big heists or dangerous jobs. They’ve seen the hostility that still burns in his eyes as he stalks around the penthouse, having killed and tortured just hours before. Ryan knows his limits, and for fear of lashing out at the crew, he often locks himself in his room to regain a sense of normalcy. None of the crew questions it, not necessarily willing to find out how the Vagabond de-stresses. One night, after a risky heist, Gavin realizes that Ryan’s door is cracked. He leans in close to the door and ragged shuddering breaths echo forth. Gavin peers through the crack - drawing lewd conclusions - but to his surprise, he finds the Vagabond hunched over on his bed, head in his hands. Gavin slips through the door against his better judgment, settling on the bed next to Ryan. Gavin puts an arm around Ryan’s shaking shoulders, and Ryan draws a slow, tense breath. He stares up at The Golden Boy with anguish in his eyes, face paint melted and smeared by tears. Gavin just gives Ryan a gentle nod, rubbing circles into The Vagabond’s shoulders until shaky breaths become measured once more.

           (I could go on and on about this one alone)

During heists, Gavin likes to switch to a separate intercom channel as he hacks from a distance. He taps into Ryan’s mic and listens to the sounds of Ryan’s carnage, offering unwelcome commentary directly into Ryan’s earpiece. Gavin hears Ryan grunting in a fistfight struggle and puts on his best pout. “Ryan, I thought those noises were only for me, Ryan!” Ryan grits his teeth and knocks his victim unconscious. Later, fingers flying across the keys, Gavin hears Ryan snarl, “Be good for me, and I won’t have to do this,” followed by a strangled scream. Gavin grins, saying “Not the first time I’ve heard that one.” Ryan, covered in blood that isn’t his, closes his eyes and sighs in irritation as Gavin loudly reminisces Ryan tying him to the bed. Gavin hears Michael and Geoff’s voices through Ryan’s mic; he types a line of code on screen and says, “Ryan, a million dollars, but every time you roll your eyes, a very small bald man hits your bum with a sexy paddle.” Ryan growls a shut up into his mic, and Gavin just grins when he hears Michael ask who the hell Ryan’s talking to. During the heist’s climax Gavin is left with little to do but monitor the crew - so of course he talks Ryan’s ear off. He asks Ryan if he’s a psychopath, when’s the last time he got off, why he didn’t water the plants, if he wanted to get a dog, how it feels to be buried deep inside Gavin - Ryan cuts him off with another growl into the mic; “If you don’t shut your smarmy fucking mouth right this minute I’m going to come back there and give you a reason to not talk for days.” Gavin quirks an eyebrow at this, languidly kicking his feet up onto the desk. “Ryan,” he says innocently, “If you want to fuck my mouth all you have to do is ask!” Ryan’s eye twitches.

Ryan really loves to dance. It’s a fact he never planned on sharing with the Fakes, but sometimes, after most of the crew have gone to bed, he’ll pull Gavin close - swaying to easy jazz music and the wail of sirens far below. With a smile, he spins the Golden Boy into a twirl, dipping him into a kiss as sax and sirens crescendo. 

Ryan isn’t known for his sense of danger during heists, and he and Jeremy are notorious for escaping bruised, bloodied, and battered. Ryan hates showing weakness and often refuses to seek treatment for his wounds. Because of this, Gavin corners Ryan on the couch one night, first aid supplies in his arms. Ryan frowns at the greeting, opening his mouth to protest, but Gavin just kisses him quiet. Gavin sinks to his knees between Ryan’s legs,  gingerly grabbing the larger man’s bloody hands in his. Begrudgingly, Ryan holds still as Gavin cleans his knuckles. Gavin’s eyes flick to Ryan’s as he smears ointment across the cuts, content to see the spark of agony fade from those icy blue eyes. Gavin kisses Ryan’s fingertips slowly and Ryan bites his lip. He gazes at Gavin kneeling between his legs, bandaging his wounds with a tenderness Ryan had never yet seen, and maybe, just maybe, The Vagabond is falling in love.

Ryan was a football star back before he turned to a life of crime and glory and sometimes when provoked, a little bit of his old offensive side creeps through. Gavin gets in rowdy moods sometimes, assaulting Michael or Jeremy with a surprise tackle in the penthouse’s main room, or running headlong into a mutual shove. Ryan usually stands by as the shenanigans unfold, shaking his head and laughing, but when Gavin runs at him, he’s prepared. He catches the Brit in strong arms, hoisting the squealing man onto a shoulder. Michael and Jeremy collapse into a fit of laughter as Ryan parades Gavin around. Gavin flails and squawks in Ryan’s grasp, putting up a monumental fuss, but really, he loves the attention.

During a heist getaway, there’s not enough seats in the small van to securely hold the whole crew. Geoff drives with Jack shotgun (literally). Trevor sits on Alfredo’s lap, Michael sprawls across Jeremy, and Gavin is seated on Ryan. The crew is in high spirits; blaring music and overlapping chatter recalling their best moments almost drowns out the police sirens. It’s a bumpy chase and Gavin is a malicious tease, accentuating each jostling pothole with an extra movement of his hips. The van rattles over a grassy hill and Gavin grinds his ass against Ryan’s lap. Ryan’s face is flushed and he just hopes the Fakes are too caught up in their conversations to notice. He places his hands on Gavin’s waist to settle the Brit’s squirming and leans forward, lips brushing Gavin’s ear. “Don’t do this here, Gavin, please.” His voice is low and he’s not sure if he really means his words. Gavin just cranes his head around, staring slyly at the Vagabond. He reaches backwards and grabs Ryan’s neck, moving his hips hard into Ryan’s lap as Geoff yanks the van off-road. His lips brush the larger man’s, speaking softly. “What’s wrong, lovely Ryan?”

[roronoacherries]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 — 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗋𝗈

3.875 words

content / warnings: smut, slight fluff?, fem. reader, pain kink, blood kink, daddy kink, kink shame? sorta?

comments: this is only my second time writing smut, don’t know how much i liked it, but enjoy! <3

it was inappropriate, to say the least. your lives were at stake; the rest of the crew stared at the swordsman in fear—equally afraid for him as they were afraid of him—but you… your heart raced at the sight of him, his feral eyes and the cruel smirk plastered on his lips.

you watched, fascinated, as he ran his tongue along the edge of his mouth, licking his own blood with the same intense and arousing calm that he displayed when he licked your cum from his lips.

he moved with a vigor and ruthlessness, with a killing intent, that made you consider whether you should try pushing his buttons and pissing him off until he decides to shut you up with his cock.

no. no, no, no, no. now, was not the time to be thinking about how his thick member would feel inside you as he fucked you mercilessly. it was not the time. 

“y/n, are you hurt? you look like you’re in pain!” the sound of chopper’s sweet voice pulled you out of your shamefully lewd thoughts. flustered, you reassured the doctor that you were perfectly fine (zoro would never allow anyone to lay a scratch on you); you were worried for your boyfriend, that was all.

the reindeer sighed in relief, happy to know that you weren’t hurt. giving you a confident smile, he assured you that zoro would be okay. if anything, it was the enemy who should be scared. still, the doctor decided it might be best if you didn’t watch and accompanied you back to the ship, with sanji coming along to ensure that you got there safely.

but the image of zoro—covered in blood, a primitive expression of arousal etched across his face—remained ingrained in your mind. only roronoa zoro would manage to look turned on during a fight; and only he could make you this hot and bothered from simply watching him.

“y/n-chan…” you flinched at the feeling of sanji’s hand as it grazed your arm; you were desperate for touch. “are you okay? you’ve been a bit jumpy since we left.”

yes, i’m fine, sanji-kun. thanks for asking. i just need my boyfriend back here safely right this second before i go kill him myself. 

“i’m okay. i’m worried about zoro, that’s all.” something told you sanji wasn’t as fooled by your lie as chopper had been, but he didn’t question you any further. “the mosshead ‘ll be fine. him and the rest of the crew will come running back to the ship before you know it.”

“i hope so...” you whispered, your mind wandering back to the gutter. 

thankfully, sanji was right. it wasn’t long before the rest of the crew returned—unscathed, except for luffy and zoro but even they seemed fine enough. you waited impatiently for the crew to head in their own directions. seeing zoro’s wounds and the proud, sinful smirk plastered on his face didn’t help your frustration in the slightest. 

the swordsman was adamantly telling the ship’s doctor that he was fine; all he needed was a few sips of sake and a quick nap. (“you’re bleeding, zoro! that’s not fine!”) you watched as chopper treated his wounds, cleaning the blood off his face. you couldn’t help but pout slightly at this, a reaction that zoro, unfortunately, happened to notice. his lips curled into a smirk as you turned away, feeling your face burning up. 

“ya done yet, chopper?” zoro grumbled, still staring up at you from where he sat. “almost, but you need to rest. i’ll make sure no one goes to bother you.”

you pouted again, accepting the fact that you likely wouldn’t be getting what you so desperately needed.

“oi, y/n. give me a hand and walk me to my bed, will ya?” zoro stood up tiredly, giving you a look that assured you he wasn’t planning on sleeping anytime soon.

“right! y/n, you can go with zoro and make sure he doesn’t do anything he shouldn’t! you can do that for me, right?” said chopper.

“right! i can do that, dr. chopper,” you smiled eagerly, walking to zoro’s side, and immediately leading him away from the crew and towards the bedrooms.

“so, ‘s there a reason you haven’t stopped staring at me since i got here?” zoro said, as soon as the two of you were out of sight. he gazed down at you as he spoke, already well aware of the answer.

you looked up at him, your hands trailing over the bandages that covered his wounds, remembering the image of him in action, wielding all three of his swords. you let your thumb graze over his lips, mind wandering to all of the things he could do to you with his mouth, and recalling the way his tongue moved as he licked that trail of blood earlier.

“no.” you lied, kissing him eagerly before he had a chance to respond. it didn’t stop him from chuckling before returning your kiss, but he didn’t need to hear you admit everything he’d made you feel back there. all you needed him to know was how badly you needed him—how your skin longed for his touch, how your lips longed for the taste of his—all of him.

you let your hands roam his body, one tracing the curves of his muscles, the other slowly wandering down his chest. the heat burning between your thighs begged for his touch, your senses overwhelmed by him. but you’d made the mistake of giving him control, of letting him set the pace, and he was kissing you painfully slow, savoring the taste of you.

“zoro.” you moaned, pleading for him to give you more. his hands wandered slowly down your body, stopping at your thighs. pulling away from you, the swordsman admired the helplessly desperate look in your eyes with a smirk before lifting you into his arms.

as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hand slipped under your skirt, trailing over your soaked panties and evoking a gasped moan from your lips. “gee woman, already so eager for me? why’s that?”

“does there need to be a reason?” you whispered against his lips, leaning in to kiss him again but the swordsman tugged your head back, pulling your hair gently.

you glared at him. you could never hide anything from him; he always seemed to know when you were holding something back. “what’s with the face, doll? you need something? use your words for daddy.”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes at his teasing. he was the one with the daddy kink, not you. ok, that’s a lie. you did too, and his words made you weak. but you didn’t have the patience for this tonight. “i need you. let’s go to your bedroom, please.”

“who do you need?” zoro whispered, loosening his grip on your hair as he traced his lips along your jaw.

“you, daddy.” the word made you feel dirty in the best way, but the groan it provoked from zoro was enough to make you want to say it a thousand more times.

zoro carried you to his bed, planting kisses on your neck as he laid you down. his hands slipped under your skirt again, tugging down your underwear before swiping his finger slowly along your wet core. “and why is that, princess? what’d daddy do to make you this drenched?” 

you moaned at the touch, begging for more but the smirk on zoro’s lips as he licked his finger told you he wasn’t planning on touching you any further until you answered him. 

“you…” you closed your eyes and turned your head away from him, unable to get a word out with his eyes staring at you so intently. “you look hot… when you’re covered in blood. threatening to kill somebody.”

the words came out in a forced whisper. as you spoke, your hand roamed to your heat, desperate for touch, but zoro grabbed your wrist before you could do anything, an amused grin on his face. he was laughing.

your face burned in both rage and embarrassment. you tried to cover your face with your other hand, but zoro reached for that one too, pinning them both beside your head as he hovered over you.

“if i’d known seeing me fight turns you on like this, i’d pick fights more often…” there was that cruel smirk on his face again. he wasn’t going to let you hear the end of this.

“it’s not my fault that you look fucking aroused whenever you put on that damn bandana. it’s like you have a fucking pain kink.” you kept your eyes closed, avoiding his gaze as you felt his warm breath on your skin. without warning, he gave a small bite to your neck before sucking in a way that made your toes curl. the act elicited a loud moan from you.

“yea? maybe i do. what do you say we test it out?”

you stared at him in shock, unable to form any response other than stuttered whispers and a timid nod. you loved hated how he could have you at his throat one second and wrapped around his finger the very next.

“that’s my babygirl.” he smirked, kissing you softly before doing anything further. his hand drifted down to your wetness, slowly rubbing circles over your clit. no amount of self-control could prevent the moans that escaped your lips as he touched you, not after how he’d been neglecting you.

his lips left kisses along your neck and your chest, as he worked on unbuttoning your top with his other hand. your own hands explored his hair as you lost yourself in the stimulus of his calloused fingers along your entrance. your thoughts clouded in bliss, until suddenly and all at once, zoro shoved three fingers inside of you.

“zo- ah…” your breathing became shaky and uneven as he moved his fingers roughly, curving slightly to hit that spot. before you could even begin to adjust to the feeling, he removed your bra hastily, and began sucking on your breast until your nipple hardened, at which he nibbled softly on it. his hand squeezed the other, pinching your nipple harshly. “fuck. zo— da-daddy—”

your hands tugged at his hair as you pleaded with him to stop, to slow down (not that you wanted him to, you really didn’t want him to). he was driving your senses over the edge, but the pace of his fingers only quickened. it wasn’t long before your body succumbed, your cum spilling onto zoro’s thick fingers but the swordsman didn’t stop or slow his movements.

“please. daddy— i can’t—” you panted, tears filling your eyes. but daddy didn’t pull his fingers out until he’d finger-fucked you through your orgasm. even then, his thumb continued playing with your sensitive clit.

his eyes gleamed at the sight of you, your swollen lips parted; chest heaving; soft moans still spilling from your lips; eyes pleading tearfully for him to let you rest. “lookit you, princess.” he smiled mischievously, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “and i’m only getting started.”

zoro bit your earlobe before pulling back, removing his hand from between your thighs and slowly cleaning your fluids off his fingers with his tongue.

unable to keep your eyes on him, you leaned your head back closing your eyes as you prepared yourself for whatever more was to come. “fuck, daddy.” you were surprised at how breathless you still were. “when i said you had a pain kink, i meant you were into enduring pain, not inflicting it.”

the notion didn’t surprise you in the slightest, but you hadn’t expected him to put you through all of that.

“yea, well who says it can’t be both?” he said, his voice low and deep. 

you opened your eyes slightly to find him stripping off his clothes. your own clothes had only been lazily removed. your unbuttoned top hung off of your shoulders. similarly, your bra simply hung low enough over your body to expose your breasts. and your skirt and panties had been pulled down to your feet. these you easily slipped off, letting them fall to the floor, but you didn’t think you had the strength to remove the rest.

thankfully, zoro removed them for you as he gently lifted you from the bed and placed you over his lap. he stroked his cock along your slit, evoking a gasp from you. but you knew what was coming and you weren’t going to let yourself get so lost in the pleasure that he could surprise you again.

no, this time you would take the lead. pressing your lips against his, you grasped his length in your hand, stroking it for a second before aligning it to your hole. he could make you feel pain by mercilessly fucking you fast and hard, but you could put him through the same suffering by taking him slowly.

you bit his lip as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, inch by inch. it didn’t matter how many times the two of you had sex, your body never seemed to grow used to his size. your eyes still watered as he filled you, whether you took him all at once or slowly.

zoro groaned at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to thrust into you but he let you have your way—at least for now. “mmm. fuck, daddy. i love the way your cock stretches my tight little pussy.”

you spoke your words as slowly as you moved, staring into his eyes as you lifted your hips at the same painfully slow pace. zoro hissed as you pressed your body against him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck, princess...” he groaned, his hands tightly gripping your waist, unable to handle the feeling any longer, but you weren’t satisfied yet. you shook your head slowly, keeping your gaze in his as you stopped your movements. at this, zoro loosened his grip, groaning at the lack of friction.

you smiled as you moved your hips at a pace that pleased you well enough, but left your boyfriend suffering, his expression pleading for more.

“mm, daddy, you feel sooo good…” your eyes fluttered as you were grinding your cunt slowly against him, your mouth agape in pleasure.

it was your fucked-out face that sent him over the edge, unable to bare it any longer. without any warning, he gripped your waist tightly again and thrust into you hard, provoking a series of loud moans from you.

you bounced on his cock, keeping up with his pace as best as you could. biting your lip, you attempted to muffle the moans that spilled out of you. but the feeling of his dick slamming in and out of you recklessly was too much for you—especially combined with the feeling of his teeth leaving marks on your skin, his hands tugging at your hair and squeezing your nipples.

the swordsman fucked you senseless; you couldn’t form a single coherent thought, your hands mindlessly roaming his skin, nails leaving scratches everywhere they touched.

until suddenly, zoro’s thrusts halted and a pained groan filled the room. his bandages had come loose from the sweat of your bodies, and you had unknowingly clawed at a wound on his arm. 

“oh my god, zoro, i’m so s—” instinctively, you began apologizing but when your eyes met zoro’s, you found a sickly pleasured look spread across his face.

oh my god, he totally has a pain kink.

you stared back at the wound in awe, eyeing the blood that trickled down his arm, and the blood on your own hand. without thinking, you raised your hand to lick the blood from your fingertips.

and do i have a fucking blood kink?

zoro brought your hand to his own lips, sucking them himself before giving you a cruel grin. “lemme hear those beautiful screams of yours again, will ya?”

he didn’t give you the chance to respond before resuming his violent thrusts, harder and faster than before. all you could do was scream and moan incoherently, his name and a spur of curses falling from your lips with every thrust.

your fingers clawed at his back as you fought to muffle your moans somehow. you could feel your legs giving out, shaking, as the knot in your stomach built up.

“ah- z-zoro. fuck, i’m-” your nails dug deeper into his back, earning a hiss from your lover. he thrust into you a little harder, “let me hear you cum for daddy, babe.” 

his hoarse voice made you weak, your legs giving out under you as your cum spilled around his cock. screams of both pain and pleasure escaped your lips, unable to handle his thrusts any longer, but he wasn’t slowing down. your eyes filled with tears as he fucked you through your orgasm, and into a second high. your moans, the sound of your skin slapping against his, and his muffled groans echoed through the room. 

his thrusts became more erratic as he reached his high, his cum spilling into you. “fuck y/n…” he moaned, your body collapsing onto his as he gave his last thrust. zoro wrapped his arms around you as he leaned back into the bed, both of you breathing heavily. 

“oh my god.” you said breathlessly, enjoying the bliss of your high. but as everything replayed in your head, you felt your face turn red and you hid your face in zoro’s chest. “oh my god.”

zoro laughed, knowing well enough the thoughts that filled your head, his arms holding you tighter. it wasn’t the first time you’d hoped the ground would swallow you whole after the haze of your arousal cleared your mind, leaving you burning red with shame. it was a reaction zoro never allowed you to wallow in for long. he planted a kiss on your forehead before pushing your chin up to look at him. “that was perfect.”

he kept his eyes locked on yours, reassuring you. zoro was never a man of many words (at least not when it came to expressing his emotions) but the love in his eyes and the tight grip of his arms around you, told you what he felt better than any words could. 

“i love you…” you whispered, planting a kiss on his chest. you still wanted to disappear into thin air, but disappearing into his arms was good enough.

“i love you too, y/n.” his words were quiet—confident, but quiet; it didn’t matter how many times he said the words, every time was like the first. not in that it made your heart flutter and filled your insides with warmth, but in that he still said them as carefully as the first time. like he was still afraid you’d laugh or reject him, even when you said it first. you held him tighter. 

the two of you laid together in silence, with him still inside you, as you enjoyed the comfort of each other’s warmth. you could hear the rest of the crew singing and laughing on deck. “oh my god, what if they could hear me?”

zoro let out a laugh much louder than the first,. “i doubt it. not over the ruckus they’re making.” he assured you, petting your hair softly. “wouldn’t hate it if they did, though. especially that damned cook.” 

“you can’t be serious.” zoro only smirked and shrugged in response. 

“we should take a bath. i feel icky.” you said while pulling out of him, your body aching in emptiness. zoro hummed in agreement. without another word, he stood up and tossed you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bathroom. 

you quietly screamed in protest. both of you were still naked and though the bathroom was only a few doors down, anyone from the crew might come and find you. you weren’t trying to have chopper wandering down and finding your bare butt in the air—or worse, sanji. but zoro ignored you, not bothering to rush either.

he drew a bath for the two of you, still ignoring your complaints as he laid you gently in the water. zoro sat with his back to you, your legs on either side of him like you’d done so many times before. you bathed in a comfortable silence. but as you washed over his wounds, you felt him tense up and heard a quiet hiss from his lips. “promise me you won’t go picking fights before your wounds heal,” you whispered, leaving a small kiss on his shoulder. “i don’t actually like seeing you in pain. and i know you’re strong, but i’d be lying if i said i don’t feel a little scared every time… even if you look hot.”

zoro chuckled, and although you thought he’d argue with you and assure you there was nothing to worry about, he agreed. “i promise.” 

“thank you.” you smiled. “i’m going to go change. i’ll bring clothes and bandages for you.”

as you stepped out of the water, you were thankful zoro had carried you there; your legs were weak and you weren’t sure you could walk straight. you turned to zoro before taking another step. he’d leaned back, his eyes shut, but the smirk on his face told you he knew you were struggling. ignoring him, you wrapped yourself in a towel and rushed out, your legs shaking slightly with every step. 

you changed into a long skirt and cropped tank top that were folded among zoro’s clothes. his room was closer to the bathroom, and you’d learned to keep a change of clothes in there for times like this. after grabbing some clothes for zoro and swiping some bandages from chopper’s room, you walked back, taking your time as your legs still ached—but a loud scream from the bathroom made you run. you almost fell over as you rushed in, only to find chopper scolding zoro for not being in bed and questioning why the wound on his arm looked worse and why there were so many more scratches on his body. 

“it was a kitten. snuck on board.” zoro lied, eyeing you smugly. 

“y/n! is that true? are all those marks on you from the kitten too?” chopper questioned, approaching you with worry in his eyes. 

“mhm! yea. it was a cat… here, i brought some more bandages for zoro!” your face burned a bright shade of red. you’d never been a good liar, but thankfully chopper didn’t question any further beyond asking if you were okay. but the rest of the crew wouldn’t be so oblivious or easily fooled (minus, perhaps, the captain). chopper treated to zoro’s wounds, suggesting the two of you join the fun upstairs, especially since zoro couldn’t seem to stay out of trouble anyway. “thanks chopper, we’ll head up there in a bit.”

as soon as chopper had left, you turned to glare at zoro. “you are piggy-backing me to my room to get a sweater to cover up and up to the deck.” 

“why’s that? don’t you have legs?” zoro remarked, not bothering to hide the grin on his face. 

“shut up, roronoa. you know exactly why.” 

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[sukirichi]

overtime

You let your boyfriend release stress from working overtime.

REQUEST. med! student au / doctor! au + forbidden relationship + praising kink + dacryphilia

CONTENT/WARNINGS. praising kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, huge age gap (Nanami is like 20 years older), mentions of gloomy atmospheres expected of medical centres, gagging, mentions of previous lovemaking sessions

NOTES. ah thank you for this request anon, i’m really in love with the whole med student / doctor au ingredient cuz well...it’s sorta self-indulgent. i hope you liked this as much as i did!

The familiar stingy aroma of disinfectant looms at every corner of the wall, pressing down beneath your scrubs and deep into your scrubs. You find it ironic that the walls are always so white, barely any colour to surround the entire building. Growing up, you believe that white represents tranquillity, silence, and serenity – which is the exact opposite of what university hospitals really are.

You’re no stranger to the pained moans echoing at the ends of the hall, the sight of children with sunken cheeks playing with a cannula almost too painful to look at.

The clock above the front desks reads that it’s a little past four in the morning, and you’re beyond weary. You’ve grown used to just being high off caffeine and being satisfied with quick ten minute naps before you’re summoned again. People always ask you, why choose this profession? You could make as much money without having to be this tired, to which you always respond with a frown, claiming that it’s never about the money and actual working professionals are a lot more exhausted than you are, yet not once have they complained.

They do have their days though, and it just so happens that it’s one of your superior’s days as he tugs at your wrist, dragging you inside the nearest empty room before soft lips dive down to capture yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

You’ve fooled around long enough with your superior to know it’s his scent washing over yours, that all too familiar tent growing in his pants pressing between your legs and bumping your core as a silent promise of what’s to come next. A stuttered, breathy moan immediately greets his ears when he pins your arms overhead, his lips falling into the sweet column of your neck.

It’s clear that this is wrong – both of you know this – but the pleasure and need to relieve stress in such an overwhelming environment clouds both your consciousness that neither parties pull away.

Your relationship with him started off with just curiosity.

Doctor Nanami is a well accomplished man, earning beyond money and titles in his twenty years of service in the field. He knows he looks good, knows he’s irresistible every time he comes in front of the class, looking equally dashing in either a nude suit or in white coats. Someone of his age and experience definitely is no fool to the way his bright eyed student’s gaze lingers over his lips as she stays behind in class to ask about something she doesn’t get far longer than should be necessary.

He’s an expert at the human body more than anything else – Nanami knows lust when he sees one.

And he’s always been such a kind, concerned doctor who only wants everyone to feel better that how could he say no to you, especially when you’re only so eager to suck him off under the table, getting off to the fact your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick and veiny cock?

What once starts off as a mutual agreement to use each other for pleasure while still keeping the faux professionalism to not lose face, something shifts during the stolen kisses during break times and heated touches as promises of I’ll see you later after overtimes. Private tutoring sessions turns into moments of reminiscing childhoods, hands splayed all over his chest while he tucks you in his arms, mumbling something about always have wanting to be his own version of a hero.

Things move faster than both of you realize, the titles dropped and replaced with sweethearts and good morning sir topped with a sweet, intimate smile that only he could ever know the meaning of.

It’s simple, longing, and definitely unprofessional, even more so when Nanami pushes you down on the floor, eager hands unbuckling his belt to spring his cock free. Your mouth salivates at the red pulsing tip already leaking with pre-cum, your tiny hands on its way to wrap itself around his base when Nanami takes matters into his own hands and slips his cock through your lips in one thrust.

Your back hits the wall and your eyes spring with tears, gurgled sounds of Nanami fucking down your throat lewd and dirty in the empty room. He sighs, chest panting and hands cradling your head. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bucking his hips further inside. “Don’t know what I’d do without you here, always so ready to make me feel good.”

The moan you let out vibrates around his cock, fuelling his desire intensely.

Nanami has always been gentle with you; as a man who values time over anything else, he likes to savour each second he has with you, slow, rough hands running up and down the curve of your spine before he flicks his tongue deep within your pussy, wanting to make you cum countless times before he makes love to you. Had you both been home, he’d cradle your face and stare deep into your eyes as he fucks you, sweat tinged from the slight burrow of his brows as he commands, “Look at me. Look at me when I’m fucking you, angel.”

And you being you, you’ll remain submissive to the pleasure he’s more than glad to give you, leg wrapping around his waist all to feel the way he’s hitting deep inside your sopping cunt.

He’s impatient this time around, and you can’t blame him. You’ve barely seen each other from hours of working overtime, with you staying up late to study for finals and him barely leaving the operating rooms. You gladly let him use you like this just as he’s allowed you to cum multiple times before despite his clear order to hold back, but Nanami is a soft man at heart, unable to resist his precious lover when you’re trembling around him like that.

Nanami places a palm at the back of your head to prevent you getting fucked into the wall, his pace not slowing down a bit. He gazes at you under his lashes, cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling from the edges of your lips.

He finds you utterly filthy, a complete contrast to the well-put med-student who’s always admired and looked up to by their peers. Nanami groans as his tip hits the back of your throat, your nose pressing down on the neatly trimmed blond hairs brushed on his base. You gag around him, the tears crystallizing your cheeks. Filthy, yet still so pretty his little angel is, and for a moment, Nanami pauses, captivated by your beauty.

His cock is still pulsing inside your mouth, a thumb running across your tears to wipe them away. Nanami grabs your chin to tilt your head up, and he swears he could cum right then and there. You’re kneeling on the bleached floors, eyes wide with a tinge of innocence, tears collected in your lashes and cheeks sucked to take him in deep.

“Always so pretty for me, angel,” he coos, sliding his drenched cock out your mouth gruesomely slow, stopping only with the tip in. “Is my cock making you cry? You’ve taken me before, angel, this isn’t difficult for you now, is it?”

You hum around his cock as a response, and Nanami bucks into your mouth by accident, causing his length to slip past your walls until he’s right at your throat.

He’s big and long, his dick always having been a blessing to the both of you, but at this time, it feels more like a curse. Drips of cum paints the back of your mouth but you only grip your thigh harder, ignoring the painful throbbing of your cunt that’s so needy for him already. You remind yourself not to be selfish and focus on him instead, to your precious superior who needs you to help get his mind off things.

Eager to be of service as always, you swipe your tongue all over the ridges of his cock, making sure to press the wet muscle harder on the prominent veins. Nanami throws his head back to moan, his nails gently scraping your scalp with each thrust.

It’s hard to tell who’s setting the pace, but it becomes clear as you kneel there motionlessly, squeezing his ass instead while he relentlessly fucks your mouth. His groans are growing louder, breaths falling out of rhythm with each passing seconds. Your eyes are shut tight as you let him abuse your throat, hitting deep inside you with each precise thrust in addition to his balls slapping your chin.

Your face is sopping wet, both from drool, tears, and his cum. You stay there like a good girl, doing your best to breathe through your nose as he throbs inside you. Nanami’s words are garbled and incomprehensible, enticed to only snap his harder when he sees your tears streaming down your face and wetting your scrubs.

His length slips past inside your mouth into an impossibly deeper angle as he tugs your hair up, his knees bent just to continuously pummel against your tonsils as if it was his own winning goal. Your cries increase in volume at the way he’s losing himself in you, forgetting to watch the back of your head before he thrusts all the way, keeping you flat and frozen gagging on his cock, nose nudged against his hairs.

Nanami’s groan is accompanied by the twitching of his cock, and he cums, thick spurts of white shooting down your throat. You try to pull yourself away from him after that, thinking that he’s satisfied, but he only grips your hair harder as a warning.

Still struggling to breathe, you swallow around his thick saliva-drenched length, the mere motion of you gulping making your walls close down on him.

Nanami grunts at the oversensitivity and he pulls out, his dick growing boneless and soft.

He’s utterly spent, your drool and his cum dripping down to the floors in audible plaps. Nanami sighs as he takes sanitary wipes from the unused desk to wipe his dick clean, while you stay on the ground, palms flat beneath you as you pant for air.

You can tell you’ll have a sore throat by tomorrow because you utterly fucked, voice growing hoarse with each failed cough. Falling back onto the wall, you close your eyes, only to snap them open again when you feel something wet and warm rubbing your skin.

Nanami is in front of you, his touch gentle and eyes soft as he cleans your face, thumb absentmindedly cradling your bottom lip.

You don’t fight back the smile that matches his. Even after everything, Nanami is still your boyfriend, someone who isn’t just a good fuck to you anymore. This is only one of the reasons you’ve fallen so madly in love with him; his effortless ability to take care of others truly meritorious of him.

He dunks them into nearest bin and kisses you flat on the lips, his large hand cupping your cheeks. You sigh into the slow kiss, enjoying what little – and fleeting – time you have with him.

Nanami pulls away with a popping sound, a lovesick smile on his usually stoic expression. It makes you feel giddy and even a little shy, forgetting the fact he just fucked your skull seconds ago, but it’s rare that he lets his guard down anywhere that isn’t the comfort and safety of his home. You’re his home though, and he kisses you one last time, the gesture telling a thousand more words than he’s ever able to.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we’re both home.”

You don’t stop him once he finally leaves the room, his rushed footsteps to make it back to the operating room a signal for you to get back to work too. It’s already five am when you’ve made it back to your post, but instead of feeling tired, you’re a lot more energized compared to when you first got here.

Perhaps working overtime isn’t so bad after all, not when there’s always a promise you and Nanami are never leaving the bed for the free weekend.

You’ll just have to be patient.

[borrovved]

Bambi

A/N: omgomgomg HELLO ISTG I AM NOT DEAD!!! Been thinking of writing for a while but ya girl is in college now, doing big girl tingz 💅🏻 here’s some hendery for you because he is my new muse atm, was def inspired by baekhyun’s new song bambi :)

warnings: unprotected sex (be careful and be protected at all times plz), oral female receiving, fwb, cumplay sorta, hendery x fem!reader, slight fluff????

word count: 1354

You’re so precious, I can’t take it

You are dreamy, Bambi, Bambi

Hendery resembled all those things. Preciousness, dreaminess, and tenderness. You absolutely couldn’t handle it. Gazing into his doe like eyes and hearing that laugh was a drug. Music to your ears, art to your eyes. You wouldn’t put anyone on a pedestal, but Hendery? He belongs on the throne of your heart.

There’s no definitive label on your “relationship.” It was more than friends and felt like lovers, but it wasn’t quite there. You don’t care if it doesn’t develop more. As long as you get to appreciate the time spent with him in the present is what matters most. A label feels trivial at this point.

You’re sure that it’s just lust with a side of camaraderie that fuels your need for him. It’s the time spent so often with each other that makes you want more, more, and more. It’s when you’re both on the couch of your home on your phones when he reaches over to your cunt, eyes glued on his phone still, with his hand grazing against your heat. Thumb rubbing your clit in circles, fingers pressed against the lips of your pussy.

You put your phone down on your thigh, look over to see the side of his face. He’s smiling softly at his phone.

“Hendery, what do you think you’re doing?”

He smiles a little wider, his hand still doing its ministrations on you. Still looking at that damn screen. You start getting needy, wanting all of his attention, all of him pressed up against you, and then some.

“Nothing much, really. Just felt like feeling you. Just because I can.” Hendery says. He stops his movement and looks at you right in the eyes, smile softening, eyes leveling down to your lips. He leans over, hand going inside your short pajama shorts and over your underwear, and runs slow circles. His head is resting on your shoulder, and he lets out a breath that he was holding in. He was contemplating on leaning over out of the blue and just feeling you. Just because, because why not?

You grab his hand gently and pull it away from your crotch. You bring one leg over his lap so that you’re straddling him. You bring his hands to grip at your ass, and you cup his face in your small hands. You graze your nose against his nose and close your eyes. You start grinding agonizingly slow against his bulge, and he stares at you intently with lidded eyes that haze over with a carnal lust. Then, you kiss him sweetly. He can taste the mango lip balm on you- so, so soft. Almost as soft as your velvety walls whenever he pushes his cock in you. The thought alone makes him moan breathily into the kiss, and you decide to take this opportunity to brush your tongue into his mouth when he parts his lips.

Each second passes by in slow motion. Being with Hendery like this feels like paradise on earth, and time seems to decrease in pace. You savor the feeling and lock it in the recess of your mind so you can remember the exact moment and feeling, and smile without realizing it when you do think of it.

Hendery regretfully pulls away just to say his sappy sentiments.

“Ever since I kissed your lips I couldn’t shut up about the feeling.” He says while gazing into your eyes with the utmost affection. You giggle.

“You want to fuck me so bad you look stupid.” You say softly, while smiling that devilish grin of yours. To this, he giggles too.

“You make me feel stupid. Like a stupid fool that wants to get between your legs.” He says as his warm and comforting lips press against your neck, and you tilt your head back and hum. It was more like a moan, but it felt so melodic to Hendery, he considered it as a hum.

For some reason, Hendery felt extremely cuddly and affectionate today. He lifted your shirt and attached his mouth to your nipple, sucking and tugging it with his teeth gently.

“Fuck, Hendery.” You whine. He switches to your other nipple, and the cold air hitting your now wet and free nipple makes it hard. He detaches his mouth from your nipple and kisses the valley between your breasts, looking up at you, maintaining eye contact. It felt like he was all yours and that he belonged to you in this very moment. You look down and kiss the crown of his head while he nuzzles himself in between your breasts.

“I’m more of an ass guy but your boobs are something else.” He praises. You tug at his hair so he looks you in the eye. Hendery always has something to say that would normally ruin a moment like this, but there’s no seriousness when you’re making out and feeling each other up like this. You guys are companions always, and companions always laugh together. You grin, and litter pecks all over his gorgeous face.

“Hendery?” You ask quietly.

“Yes love?” He responds.

“Make love to me.” You gently say. To that, Hendery whisks you away off the couch and you cling onto him like your life depends on it. Hendery holds you tight while your legs are wrapped around him, and walks through the small hallway to your bedroom.

When he laid you down on the bed, you felt so cared for. When he went down on you and ate you out like you were his last meal, you felt desired. More than desired- you felt loved. He discarded your clothing first and his second. He kissed you deeply while he entered his cock into you. You mewl at the feeling.

He’s thrusting and panting and all you can do is think about how cute he looks when he’s so concentrated on making you feel good. He’s getting sloppy with his thrusts but it always reaches your sweet spot. The lewd sound of skin against skin and the sloshy slick between you and his cum mixing just feels so naughty and dirty.

You felt like a little whore being ravaged like this, but it felt so good you didn’t care. You feel yourself unravel on his cock and all you can do is repeat his name over and over again, and whine loudly for him and only him. You feel him coat your walls with white warm ribbons. He pulls out slowly and you feel his cum and your essence oozing out of you. He swipes his fingers against your hole to gather the cum, and stuck his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on. You hollow out your cheeks and lick and suck. Hendery could just cum again at the sight but you already milked out what’s left of him.

There’s more dripping out of you and he has a taste for himself. He leans down and puts the flat of his tongue against your cunt to clean you up. You being sensitive from the overstimulation, shiver and mewl once again. Hendery can’t help but suck on your clit just to mess with you, because he can. He enters his tongue into your hole and you shake even harder.

“Baby stop please. I can’t take it anymore.” You pant.

He gives your clit one last slow and long lick. He has each elbow on either side of your head to hold his weight and dips down to deliver you a kiss. You can taste yourself, and you could almost drool at just how filthy the whole thing is. You wrap your legs around his torso and Hendery puts all of his weight on top of your body. You stroke his hair while he interlaces one of his hands with your free hand.

You close your eyes and savor the moment. The sun sets slowly and you feel your heart swell.

I don't want to wake up from this dream, keep this tempo

I hope the sun doesn’t rise while I keep my eyes closed.

[bjy-on-ao3]

Fic Friday: Needy, Part 2

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

If you came to this fic looking for smut, this is where you’ll be getting it. Some teasing lead-up still, but it’s related well enough, so I hope y’all enjoy it! Kinda sorta little bits of feelings and fluff sprinkled in? Idk.

Part 1

Tags/Warnings Begging, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Oral Sex, PWP, Shameless Smut, Slight Fluff, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex

Summary Reader’s jealousy over the attention Izaya gives to everyone else finally comes to a head one evening. They discover it hasn't exactly been a secret to the information broker.

Needy (F! Reader/Izaya Orihara)

Chapter 2. Feed the Beast

When Izaya returned, the daylight hours were winding to a close and the sun was sneaking beneath the horizon of the cityscape, painting the world in angry reds and golds. A fitting backdrop to the fiery emotions that had taken root in your chest. Stretched out on the couch with a book that was only remotely interesting in your lap, the sound of the door immediately drew your attention. When you looked up from the pages, he looked as unrushed and unconcerned as he always did.

“Do anything fun while I was out?” Izaya asked casually, brushing past the couch - hardly paying you mind more than his words - and moving to sit at his desk.

You snapped the book in your hand shut loudly and rose to put it back in the bookcase before you looked over to answer him. “Hm,” you paused as if you had much to consider when you’d done mostly nothing for the day, save for your brief trip into town, “just a walk around Ikebukuro. Checking out the usual chaos,” you said as you fitted the book into its slot. You stepped back toward the sofa and Izaya’s desk. “Didn’t see anything particularly intriguing. Things seem… quiet.”

“Looks can be deceiving, my dear,” Izaya chided, gesturing with a finger. You noticed he was facing you as he spoke, instead of surveying his computer monitor as usual lately. His demeanor shifted, his grin dipping slightly. “Something on your mind?” He asked. You weren’t sure if the concern in his tone was genuine.

“No, it’s nothing. Get back to your work,” you tried to convince him, as if your words and a dismissive wave of your hand would put an end to the line of thought. “I’m sure plenty of people are waiting to hear from you.” You hated the pettiness clawing at your breast when you spoke. Worse, it bled through in your tone.

“Oh, is that so?” Izaya appeared suddenly far more interested in you, eyes narrowing in a calculating manner and one eyebrow arching gracefully. “What’s that I hear in your voice, darling? It almost sounded like jealousy,” he prodded, and you only barely caught the excited undercurrent in his speech.

“You’re hearing things,” you denied flatly, though you cursed the way your nostrils flared and the sourness tainting your voice.

“Hm, I don’t know.” It was hard to miss the feigned uncertainty in Izaya’s voice as he got to his feet. It was always a case to be cautious when Izaya played dumb.

Coming to stand by the full-length windows, you refused to meet his eyes, answering your reflection in the glass, speech short and clipped. “Yes, I’m sure. Go on. Nothing’s wrong.”

When Izaya spoke again, he was at your side, hooking his thumb and forefinger beneath your jaw and coaxing you to turn your head and look at him. “You’re so cute when you try to lie to me,” he said in an amused hush.

Despite the way your heart stuttered in your chest, you remained firm in your denial. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you mean.”

There was not a single trace of malice or irritation on Izaya’s handsome face as you lied through your teeth to him. But something sharp and mischievous glittered back at you from his intent stare. “Do you think I haven’t noticed?”

Anger seethed white-hot in your stomach and you balled your hands into fists at your sides, remembering how much he had ignored you over the past days. How hints you thought blatantly obvious had been left by the wayside without so much as a word, while Izaya entrenched himself in his work. Or at least what excuses amounted to work, if what you had seen earlier that day was any sign. “Oh please, you’ve been too busy with everyone but me to notice anything,” you snapped.

His sly chuckle in response made your belly twist angrily once more. “I thought you knew me better than that, darling. I know just how needy you are.” He leaned in closer as he spoke, voice dripping amusement but taking on a breathy note. “How greedy you are for my attention.” His lips brushed yours as he spoke and your anger floundered and died, overcome by a fluttering, hopeful buzz. 

His lips didn’t seal over yours like you so very much wanted them to, and it left you feeling electrified and tense. The breath in your throat felt like a solid lump and you didn’t dare let it go. Izaya coaxed you backward, one hand pushing lightly into your shoulder, steering you until the solid plane of the window met you. The hand on your shoulder slipped aside, splaying over the glass beside your head.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what’s gotten you so agitated? Tell me what you’ve missed so much.” His voice was hardly greater than a whisper, but your burning ears caught every steadily more playful word. “After all, you want my attention so badly for some reason, don’t you?”

The sultry hint in his voice in the last few words made it even more difficult to breathe than it had been already. Your blood burned like fire that infused your skin and bubbled your brain. “I…” you began, the lone word breathless and hesitant. 

Far gone was the indignant ball of jealousy and anger that stood before Izaya only moments ago. Here he was, clinging to every little word and flicker of emotion as you had desired, only for the courage to answer him to flee at from same intense focus.

“Don’t bother acting shy,” Izaya warned you. “I’ll get it out of you one way or another.” His voice dropped huskily, and you shivered as the thumb on your jaw stroked gently over your skin to accompany his words.

“I’ve missed your touch,” you said, swallowing to clear your throat, the words coming out like a gasp.

“Oh?” The single syllable dripped with faux-shock. “Where? Here?” The hand on your jaw caressed the line of your neck lower and lower until it touched the exposed bits of your collarbone.

Your breath caught again with Izaya’s face still so close to yours, his half-lidded gaze surveying each tiny detail. Or rather, it was more the intensity nearly made you forget to breathe at all combined with his light touch. “What about here?” His wandering hand slid down, stopping at the hem of your shirt before sneaking beneath it and delicately caressing your torso up and down, stopping at the curve of your waist.

A small whimper left your lips and Izaya’s knowing grin split a little wider. But he hadn’t gotten what he was after yet, judging by the gleam in his eyes. “Not it? Why don’t you show me then?��� He suggested, rubbing small circles on your waist.

Flushing at the thought, you looked away from his keen gaze and wet your lips apprehensively. Izaya finding enjoyment in flustering you was nothing new, but somehow what he asked seemed mortifying. He remained there, waiting patiently and showing no sign of letting you get away without demonstrating where you craved his touch.

Tentatively, you slid a hand to the waistband of your pants, pushing them and your panties down enough Izaya could see as you slipped your fingers between your legs. Your face felt hotter than the sun-baked sidewalk outside, and when you looked back into Izaya’s ruddy eyes, your body burned elsewhere. A wave of warmth surged between your thighs as you dipped your fingers into your folds, already slick and dripping into your underwear.

His gaze was ardent, attention engrossed in the motion of your hand and alight with excitement. “Mm, there? How obscene!” His tone wavered with pretended surprise, as if he were aghast at your lewd behavior. You had known Izaya long enough to know he loved to make a show of things though. Nor did you think he was even close to done. “And just how have you been wanting me to touch you? What have you been hoping I’d do to you?” His words tickled your ear, his cheek feeling cool as it pressed against yours.

“Izaya, please…” you begged, still embarrassed to carry on, even when your pussy was throbbing in time with your heart and coating your fingertips.

“No need to get embarrassed now,” he teased, encouraging you with a lazy lick to the shell of your ear. “Seems like you’ve had plenty of time to think about. I bet it’s been driving you crazy.”

“I…” you began again, bordering on the choice of dignity or desire. 

He was right, and you both loved and hated it. It had been driving you mad in so many definitions of the word. Izaya was leaving you little choice but to admit it and indulge his ego. But if it was that or go back to being ignored, the choice had already made itself.

Choosing the heat between your legs and the thrum of anticipation flooding you, you shifted your pants and panties further down, working your finger up and down your slit, stopping at the top and rubbing gingerly. “Yes, it’s, aah, all I can think about lately,” you confessed, the sensation of your fingers on your clit accented by the touch of Izaya’s mouth on your jawline making you pause and whine.

A breathy hum acknowledged your confession. “I thought so.” He always sounded self-assured, even in heated moments. “Have you been thinking about it while you watched me work?” Izaya pressed, looking you in lust-clouded eyes. ”Or maybe when you were spying on me in Ikebukuro earlier? Don’t think I missed that,” he hissed deviously.

You shuddered and flushed, continuing to stroke yourself, only able to manage a nod of confirmation as another whimper rendered you wordless. “I know how desperately you’ve wanted me to have my way with you again.” You rubbed yourself more urgently in the wake of his words, adding another finger and pausing only to ease them both shallowly inside your cunt.

You didn’t bother to stop when you spoke again, moving your fingers in and out slowly, absorbed in touching yourself for Izaya now that you had begun. “So, w-what?” Your voice wavered and nearly cracked, hardly managing the venom you wanted, “Ignoring me was just another, aah, game?”

His hand on your waist fell smoothly, joining your hand inside your underwear and trailing a slender finger along your folds as you finger-fucked yourself. “Maybe I just wanted to see you admit how much you wanted me,” Izaya answered with a wider smirk, placing a quick ghost of a kiss on your slightly parted lips. “But it’s been so much fun watching you pout thinking I wasn’t paying any mind, wondering what you’d do next.”

You thought back on the morning through the distraction. How Izaya had so casually acted as if he hadn’t been listening, how he had pretended to pause and consider your words, and how he had let his fingers briefly linger on your shoulder. Had the entire thing and the days before been an act? Just how long had it been going on?

“I-Izaya, stop teasing me,” you groaned as he gave you another quick kiss before peppering your jaw and neck with pecks that were equally light and quick. His fingers moved to your clit, left alone in favor of crooking your fingers inside your cunt, rubbing over it agonizingly slowly.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, “Besides, you seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” he noted as you panted, thrusting your fingers into your heat more frantically as the combined touches pushed you higher. “Unless there’s something else you’ve been thinking about?”

It was getting harder and harder to think, let alone speak, and you cursed quietly, incoherently. “Don’t… don’t make me say it,” you argued.

“Mm, how else am I supposed to know?” He said coyly, acting as if he wasn’t able to read most people like an open book.

“F-fuck. Like how… you know… everything else,” you gasped, a touch of irritation rising among the meek tone. You bucked your hips, feeling the tension expanding, the point of no return so close it was nearly tangible.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere. You’ll just have to tell me. Or maybe I should just go back to work?”

His hand stopped, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling your fingers away. You whined petulantly, reflexively trying to jerk your hand out of his grasp and return to what you had been doing. But Izaya’s grip held fast, and when you focused on his face, his expression was far too pleased, like the cat that ate the canary.

“N-no!” you protested quickly at his threat. You couldn’t take being set aside again for who knew how much longer, especially not after he riled you up so much. “Fuck, fine. I want you to…” you trailed off, watching Izaya nonchalantly lift the hand he had captured to his lips and pull your slick fingers into his mouth.

You watched transfixed, lips parted but speechless, as he sucked on the digits, the slippery, warm touch of his tongue rolling over them. When he had licked them clean of your essence, he dragged them from his mouth, eyeing you coolly, despite the hunger swirling in his gaze.

“C’mon, you can tell me.”

“Eat me out, Izaya,” you were struck from your stupor, the words bursting over your tongue and instantly giving you the sense you might spontaneously combust beneath his ardent gaze.

A grin with a hint of teeth dawned on Izaya’s face. It thrilled him it had taken less convincing than initially expected to make you admit something so dirty. “There you go. Was that so hard?” he teased, the undertone of desire that made his voice drop an octave very distracting. “All you had to do was ask.”

You let out a startled squeak when Izaya let go of your hand, picking you up off your feet. You swung your legs around his waist in panic, though you weren’t without support for long. Within a few feet, Izaya set you down on the hard surface of the edge of his desk. Disentangling your legs from his waist, he pushed you back until you rested on your elbows. He reached forward to drag your pants and underwear the rest of the way down and you did what you could to assist him, shimmying your hips and lifting them until you could kick the clothing away.

You jumped when Izaya’s touch traced over your stomach, just beneath the hem of your shirt, caressing the skin there lightly before drawing lines down toward your thighs. He kneaded the tender skin on either side; the muscles twitching reflexively under his fingers. “You seem a little tense,” he mused, leaning down and placing several open-mouthed kisses on your skin, following the same path as his hands. “Who knew you got so wound up without my attention?”

His fingers dug harder into your skin, the cool metal of his rings a pleasant contrast on your skin as he grabbed your thighs and spread your legs wider. He bent his head, the fringe of his hair blocking some of his face from sight, your thighs hiding even more of him. His tongue flickered out, starting at the bottom of your seam and barely breaching it before dragging slowly up.

You bucked into his mouth, a short gasp rolling off your tongue, the molten warmth in your gut swelling in answer. Releasing your thighs, he settled the fingers of one hand in a vee on either side of your lips, spreading your pussy open and admiring it. His tongue lolled out again, licking a more deliberate stripe up your folds and wriggling his tongue in a serpentine pattern over your clit. His free hand settled on your hip as you rolled them upward again, preventing you from squirming too much.

He continued, alternating between teasing your clit with light strokes of his tongue and sucking on it gently. His name flowed from your mouth in a breathless stream, punctuated by airy, obscene sounds. When he pulled away, you were trembling from the mounting pleasure, cunt clenching erratically around nothing and chest heaving, brought to the peak of pleasure but still not beyond. All over, your body was hot, tense, and tingling, and you yearned for the last little push.

“You must have missed me a lot. You’re so wet,” Izaya noted, pushing two fingers into your cunt and languidly pumping them in and out. “And you’re shaking. Are you that excited?” He asked gleefully.

At first, you just moaned, enjoying the new sensation, rocking your hips as much as you still could against it. “Yes, yes, Izaya,” you groaned, eyes squeezed shut, indulging in the feeling and the smooth, husky sound of his voice. “It feels so good… I’ve needed you so bad,” you admitted, crying out needily between your words.

“I can tell,” he said, sinking back down for a moment to lick and suck at your clit again while his fingers worked you slowly. “How do you want to cum, my dear? From my tongue or on my cock?” He offered when he paused again, delighting in the way your breathing hitched again.

You bit your lip, struggling to hold back the moans that poured from your lips so you could answer him. With the tight feeling in your gut growing tenser, it was no simple task. “Better decide quick,” Izaya teased again, “feels like you’re getting awfully close.”

Fighting the delicious feeling smoldering between your legs, you gave Izaya an answer, panting and unrestrained. “On your cock, Izaya. Fuck me, please. I need you,” you begged without shame, previous embarrassment and reluctance melting away in a flash of primal heat.

“You sound so sweet and desperate,” Izaya purred, moving from between your legs and standing back to undress. “I guess I can’t say no to that.”

You watched him strip off his shirt and his pants, taking a second yourself to pull your shirt and bra over your head and toss them onto the floor carelessly. When Izaya returned to you, his cock hanging stiff and eager between his legs, crowned by a bead of pre-cum, you expected him to fuck you on the desk. Instead, he picked you up again, helping you curl your legs around him and cupping your ass. To your surprise, he climbed the stairs easily with you held tightly and clinging to his shoulders.

Your cunt throbbed needily, reminding you of your desires, and your pulse pounded so loud it was all you could hear. Crossing the threshold into the dark bedroom, Izaya lay you across the sheets, tidied from the morning earlier. You scooted back, further up the sheets, until you were fully settled on the mattress. Izaya followed eagerly, though even in his eagerness, his motion was purposeful and confident.

When he reached you, he spread his lean frame along you, letting all of your skin press flush against his. You shivered again, goosebumps rising on your skin and you groaned. He nipped a path over your neck and collarbone, a few especially hard bites leaving small, angry patches of red behind.

Izaya hadn’t forgotten how close he’d brought you to cumming downstairs, nor had he forgotten your lustful pleas for him to fuck you. Slipping himself between your legs, he guided the head of his cock to your entrance, pushing forward. Slowly. Far too slowly for the intensity of your boiling blood and all the teasing he had put you through.

“Aah, Izaya… you’re going too slow. More, please,” you begged, giving your hips a short buck to try to take more of his length inside you.

Izaya moved both hands to your hips, holding them down and ruining your attempt to dictate his pace. “Easy, darling. I want to take my time,” he told you mischievously, though his voice betrayed that the slow slide of your cunt around his cock affected him as well. “You know they say patience is a virtue.” The words were low and quiet into your ear,  accompanied by a hungry stroke of his tongue that turned into a bite.

You whimpered, still trying to grind your hips against his futilely. Unable to affect his pace from below, you wrapped your hands around him, trying to press him forward by his slim waist. “But maybe it’s one you don’t quite have,” he taunted, amused by your persistent attempts to bury his dick in you fully.

He continued to push forward, making sure you both felt every inch. You whimpered at the hot stretch of his cock, body buzzing with the sense of fullness as he sank deeper, your cunt throbbing. He mirrored your noises, his moans coming out softer, but deeper, between more of his lips skating over your skin. Now and then he pressed more passionate kisses to your lips, at one point tangling your tongue with his own.

“Mm, there,” he growled hotly when he was completely sheathed in your heat. He groaned and let his head loll forward, enjoying how your pussy hugged him close and tight, your arms reflecting its embrace. “You’re squeezing me so tight, how am I supposed to give you what you want?”

He lifted his hands away from your hips, unraveling your arms from around him. Gathering both your wrists in one hand, he pinned them above your head in the sheets. You were beyond sense, giving in to the hunger pervading your blood and the satisfaction of having Izaya’s full attention at last after being so sorely neglected. “Please, please, please,” you chanted, taking advantage of your newly free hips and bucking against Izaya’s.

Bracing himself on his free hand, Izaya withdrew slowly, not done tormenting you, despite how far drowned you were in your rapture. “There’s that wonderful desperation again,” he murmured, watching as your face twisted with pleasure as he sank back in, coaxing another soft whimper from your throat. “How’s it feel? Did you miss this, too?” He drew his hips back a bit quicker, driving them back until he was balls deep in your heat again, enjoying the fluttering of your cunt.

“Fuck… yes!” You cried out. “Your cock feels so good. I missed it. You. This. All of it,” your voice sank to a hush, thick and breathless, content and full as Izaya rocked into you.

“What a good girl,” he praised, catching your lips for another kiss and swallowing the moans that flowed over your tongue.

  Your body tensed again, the familiar sensation of approaching orgasm dawning on you for the third time that evening. This time, your pleasure showed no signs of being taken away. In fact, Izaya responded more readily to the clench of your body around him and the increasing pitch in your smothered moans and the way your breathing picked up, heavy and short.

He broke the kiss, putting his lips to your ear again. “Don’t stop making those beautiful noises for me, darling. I can tell you’re almost there.”

As if the breathy rasp of his voice had been a trigger, the wave of your orgasm broke over you, shattering the taut spring in your gut and reducing you to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing deliciously beneath his body. You called his name amidst a string of gibberish and curses, arching your back and clenching your hands.

When he spoke again, Izaya was hard to make out through the orgasmic fog dampening your senses. “That face when you cum never gets boring.” More praise rolled off his tongue, and he thrust into you rougher, fighting the squeeze of your cunt as you rode out your orgasm. “What a mess you’ve made of me. Fuck,” he cursed. 

Coated in sweat, his dark hair sticking to his forehead and brown eyes wild, he truly looked a beautiful mess, even to your muddled glance. His tempo grew less steady, coming quickly to his own end. “I hope you’re ready for what you’ve done to me,” he groaned before he came, stiffening against you.

Several more long, satisfying moans drifted into the room, overpowering your last few fading whimpers. His cum filled you, hot and thick, and he collapsed over you, catching his breath, thrusting shallowly a couple times more. He groaned, resting his head on your chest and letting go of your wrists. You both remained still for a few minutes, panting and exhausted, the room thick with the musky smell of sex.

Pulling out, he rolled off to the side, and you felt the slow, warm trickle of his cum on your thigh. You looked over, expecting that he wouldn’t stay in bed long. “I guess now you have to get back to work…” you mumbled, the disappointment in your voice poorly hidden.

To your surprise, Izaya didn’t make for his feet to leave the room and redress. He turned onto his side, grabbing you by the hip and pulling you toward him until his front was pressed to your back, hands folded over your chest. “I think I’ve got some time left.” he considered thoughtfully, his cool demeanor returning with his breath, the way his thumbs absently stroked your skin a sign of how relaxed he was. “Besides, I don’t think you’ve gotten enough me yet, am I right?”

[ddaeng-181338]

Cold | 13

Wolf! AU

☾ Min Yoongi x Reader

☾ Enemies To Lovers

☾ Word Count: 3.6k

Yoongi hated you from the moment you joined the pack — however it seems he’s had quite the change of heart

Warnings: unprotected sex, degrading, lots of filth, have fun ya nasties :3

A/n: lmao I’ve updated the “synopsis” — if you saw this posted earlier I apologize lmaoo But This is much longer than what accidentally posted earlier

Also maybe I lied about some plot development :3

You had practically collapsed into bed after the tub. The rest of your day and night spent in a daze of rough sex, sleep and a bit of food. However it wasn’t until you woke up before the sun the following day that you remembered just how miserable heats could be.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Was the first thought that entered your mind when you woke up dripping sweat. Your body was on fire from the inside out and the pain in your abdomen was nearly blinding. You found it hard to breathe for a few moments, silently begging for the pain to subside.

You usually set alarms on your phone when you went into heat. They woke you up every few hours during the night so you could relieve the build-up before it became too painful. You were now realizing that you completely forgot to do so. After a few agonizing seconds — ones that felt like an eternity— you could breathe again. The pain subsiding enough that you could shake Yoongi awake.

“Help…” you hated how hoarse and weak you sounded but those cramps were enough to scare the shit out of you. You definitely didn’t want to feel that again. “Hey, hey don’t cry I’m right here. Yoongi opened his arms wide for you and you crawled over. His scent enveloping you and you seemed to be able to breathe again. “Soft?” You nodded against his skin. Cheeks damp with tears you hadn’t even realized you had shed.

He kissed you softly, treating you like a delicate flower. Quite the opposite of the way he was acting before you two inevitable passed out for the rest of the night. He could sense how scared you were, and quite frankly it scared him too. “Let me make it better baby.” You nodded, laying on your back and allowing him to climb on top of you. He kissed your whole face. Your forehead, your eyes, your cheeks, nose, lips. Everything.

All the while he was gently entering you. His length filling you effortlessly while simultaneously easing the burning aftermath of your cramps. “Ahh…” you sighed out in relief as he bottomed out. His tip slightly brushing against your sweet spot — the term made you cringe but it really was the best way to describe it. He began thrusting slowly, dragging out the experience to keep you pain free for a bit longer.

“I don’t know why it’s so painful this time around. You’d think finally having a mate would make it a bit easier huh?” Yoongi kissed your cheek before responding. “It’s different each time. Just like how it is with ruts. Some ruts I can spend most of the day out in the woods or around the cabin without so much as needing to pleasure myself. And then I’ll have the Rut where I can’t even leave the cabin. Needing to relieve my frustrations every thirty to forty minutes.”

You hated to admit the idea of Yoongi being stupidly horny only made you want him to thrust harder. “You like that idea didn’t you.” You looked at him with wide eyes when he asked. “How—“ his chuckle made your heart flutter. “You clenched around me when I talked about it. Just in case you forgot I’m sorta inside you right now.” You began to laugh at that, the blunt cheekiness of his comment making you feel light and airy. “I love you.”

The words slipped of your tongue and you smiled. Yoongi seemed a bit taken back by your comment. The genuine love behind those three words made a gummy like grin appear on his soft features. “I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you and hugging him tightly. “Thank you.” You placed a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck. “For what?” His voice was muffled against your skin.

“For being you.”

You certainly weren’t expecting his reaction. His arms moved from Your sides up to your back, wrapping around you tightly and pulling you to his chest as he began thrusting at a steady pace. “Do you want pups?” The question paired right after that gesture surprised you. “Of course. It’s been a dream since I was little.” He fell silent for a moment. The only sound that could be heard was the soft squelch emitting from his thrusts into you.

“Would you be scared if you got pregnant after this heat?” It was quite the odd time to be having such a serious conversation. “Well, no. I don’t think I’d be scared necessarily. We are still pretty young, yes. But neither of us have been using contraceptives. Plus you’ve sorta come inside me more times than I can count in the last two And a half days. If I’m not pregnant by the end of this rut I’d be a bit concerned that I’m infertal.”

Again silence followed for a few moments. “I was thinking the same thing y/n. We just haven’t said it out Loud.” You ran your fingers through his hair as he spoke. “So you figured right as you’re about to come would be the right time?” His hips stuttered for a moment at that. “How’d you know?” You chuckled by his surprised reaction, his voice raising an octave. “I can feel you twitching. We’ve done this enough that I’m picking up on your signs my love.”

“Are you close?” You Shook your head against the pillow. “No, and I’m glad because I was kinda thinking maybe you could…” he caught on as your cheeks flushed a shade of crimson. He hadn’t gone down on you like that since the second time you had sex. So...just the other day. “Fucking hell y/n…” his hips stuttered as he picked up the pace. “Only you could suggest something so lewd so sweetly…” you felt a wave of pride wash over you as he groaned. Emptying the contents of his release into you. “The things you do to me y/n, I should punish you. But really that wouldn’t make much sense huh? Punishing you for bringing me so much pleasure would be stupid. How about a reward instead?”

You nodded, teeth sinking into your lower lip as he kissed his way down to your core. His lips pressed against your pulse point before moving to your jaw. Following your jaw he kissed and nipped your collarbone. Moving further south to kiss The Valley between your breasts and then stomach. Lastly your abdomen before settling between your thighs. “So pretty…” You vaguely noted that the sun began to rise. The darkness of the night being washed away by a dark blue just outside your window.

You let your head rest fully against the pillow. Eyes fluttering shut as you patiently waited for Yoongi to get to work. After a moment of slight teasing his tongue delved between your folds. “Ahh fuck…” his hands came up to grip both of your thighs. The simple action solely to keep your legs open wide for him while he did his job.

His lips suctioned around your clit and you gasped, back arching slightly as his tongue poked sensitive little bud. Each movement sent a new wave of pleasure through you — bringing you closer and closer to your release. Any second now and you’d be brought to your blissful end, except it didn’t come. Literally you didn’t come. “Yoongi?” He had stopped completely, pulling away to smirk up at you. “The longer I fuck you the longer you go without cramps. Let me take my time with you baby.”

“Taking your time doesn’t mean you’re obligated to deny me of my release!” You whined helplessly as he buried his face between your legs. Tongue working you all over again as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. Only to deny you again. “Yoongi!” He chuckled, a sly grin on his face as he looked up at you. “It’s called edging for a reason baby.”

You flopped helplessly back against the pillow. Two times you’d nearly come, only to be denied the chance. It was like getting all the way to the front of the line only to be told you had to go back to the end. “You’ll be the death of me Yoongi…” he didn’t even bother with a response. His face vanishing Between your thighs once again. The only thing is — it got worse. The more he edged you the quicker you Came to nearly coming.

All You needed after this was for him to pull away a tiny bit too late. Leaving you with a pitiful orgasm. “Yoongi I swear to god, you better not pull away too late.” You felt him smile against your folds. A loud groan leaving your lips ask you realized he’d love nothing more than to do that to you. “I’ll literally kill you Yoongi!” Your hand came down to grip his hair, forcing his face to stay right where you wanted it. “Please, you better let me come this time…”

The laughter that left him was that of a giddy kid. That was more than enough to tell you , you weren’t coming for a while. “Might as well just sit back and enjoy it baby.” Your head shot up from the pillow “I would enjoy it more if you’d let me come damnit.” You we’re going to complain more but the grin that appeared on his face made your heart flutter. “Soon baby I promise, just a couple more times…”

You flopped back against the pillow, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. “I’m going to get you back for this Min Yoongi.” His laughter vibrated against your clit and you jumped.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you baby.” His tone alone sent your thoughts spiraling. The ideas running through your head on how you could make your alpha obey you. Before you knew it you were gasping as you nearly reached your peak. Only for Yoongi to pull away with a sly grin.

“It’s official. I hate you cat eyes.”

But even as you said it you began to laugh. And shorty his laughter followed. “Hey where do you think you’re going!” At this point Yoongi was hovering above you. Mouth nowhere near where you wanted it to be. “What does it look like?” You glanced down to see him positioning his length at your entrance. The tip a bright red and oozing Precum.

“I think I just may come the second you put it in at this point Yoongi. I’m fucking aching and you leave me high an— oh…” the words died on your lips as he pushed himself in. His length stretching your walls perfectly as he bottomed out. “Better?” You nodded, eyes glazing over as you waited for him to move. After a few moments of nothing you groaned. “I just may kill you Min Yoongi. I swear to fucking god if you don’t stop teasing me I’ll…”

You were silenced by a simple roll of his hips. The sensations sending sparks through your whole body. “Fuck!” Your eyes rolled back for a second, the need to find release overwhelming. “You’re killing me here cat eyes…” finally it seemed Yoongi was giving in. His hips starting at a harsh and steady pace.

“You’ve endured enough baby, I’ll reward you don’t worry.” He kissed you softly, hips bucking into yours harder . You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, tugging at it softly so he couldn’t pull away. A low growl emitted from him, the grip he had on your waist tightening as he pulled you impossibly closer. “Needy are we?” His voice was an octave lower than before. His whole aura changing as he thrust into you.

“Very…” both hands came up to cup his face, looking at him carefully before kissing him again. His hips stopped moving, becoming far too preoccupied while kissing you. After a moment you mumbled, moving your hips yourself as you spoke. “Move cat eyes.” He chuckled, sighing about how needy you were being. He was only trying to rile you up.

“You know missionary is great and all but…” your turn to rile him up it seems. You watched a steely look of determination enter his eyes. “I mean, don't get me wrong cat eyes, I like it but it’s kinda...boring.” It only took a little more taunting before he pulled out completely, grabbing you roughly and flipping you over so you laid on your side. “This what you want baby? For me to fuck You like a little slut.” That was the first time he’d ever used such a degrading term.

And you liked it.

“Yes, please… fuck…” you gasped when he entered you again. Pushing both your legs together—creating a perfectly tight slot for him to thrust. “How’s That Then Baby? On your side hmm? Legs pressed together so you’re even tighter for me?” You couldn’t speak. This new position allowing him to hit places you didn’t think was possible. “Come On Baby use your words…”

After a second you choked it out “good! Fuck, so good…” your orgasm came fast, coming before you could even acknowledge it. You felt your jaw go slack, eyes fluttering shut as you were sure you looked oh-So attractive. Had Yoongi not been so fascinated and concentrated he would have chuckled. “Well Jesus y/n you made a mess.”

His hips never ceased as you opened your eyes and looked down. Chest heaving after the intensity of your own orgasm. “Christ did I…” Yes in fact, you did. “You soaked the sheets… I’m impressed.” You glanced up at him, cheeks red as he chased his high. “This may be the weirdest thing you’ve ever been proud of”

“Eh you should be impressed, that was a lot of..”

“Yoongi!”

He laughed, hips stuttering for a moment as he struggled to catch his breath. “God you’re cute.” He came only a few seconds later. His eyes fluttering shut as his mouth hung open. For an odd moment you had the urge to make him a whimpering mess. After a few seconds his eyes opened — a dopey look on his face as he carefully pulled out.

“We should change the sheets, but I’m so fucking tired.” Absentmindedly he collected his seed as it leaked out of you. Slowly shoving it back in with two fingers. You were to sleepy even react. “We can change them when we wake up, and then shower after…”

“That sounds like a plan…”

Yoongi flopped beside you, eyes shutting just as his head hit the pillow beside you. You laughed softly, hand coming up to run through his hair , just before you joined him in sleep.

**

You were running, feet barely touching the ground as you moved. Were you running from someone? Or running after someone? You were sure but you knew to keep going — heart fluttering in your chest as you sprinted towards an unknown goal.

“Y/n!”

You faultered, hearing your own name caught you off guard. The voice Itself was deep and gruff — But familiar as well. Yet you didn’t slow as you ran through the forest, feet flying as you attempted to reach the field the in the distance. You didn’t know why but that’s where you had to go.

“Y/n!”

This time you tripped, catching yourself before hitting the ground. It was closer now, the voice the same as before yet different, younger some how. You couldn’t figure out what was happening. You kept moving. “What the fuck is happening”

“Y/n! Stop!”

You fell this time, skidding across the dirt of the forest. You were so close. You pushed yourself up slowly, sitting as you brushed dirt off your arms and chest. “Y/n, I told you to stop.” You froze, looking up slowly to see a man.

You didn’t recognize him — not fully at least. He looked so familiar. What was it about him. “W..Who…” he shook his head, squating down so you were eye level. “That isn’t important. But I need you to know, you’re in danger.” Your eyebrows furrowed, looking at him quizzically. “And why would I trust you”

“Because I could just let you suffer unaware. Instead I’m giving you a warning, to protect you and your mate. As well as your pack and…” he cut himself off, shaking his head with a laugh. “You’re in danger y/n. And I need you to be aware of this. He’s coming for you.”

“Jinyoung?”

“Yes, he’s livid. He wants you back. And he isn’t afraid to kill if need be.” Your heart skipped a beat, the nagging thought still remained— why does he look so familiar. “What do I need to do.” He sighed, shaking his head and looking around. “That I don’t know. But you need to be aware of the signs when he’s near. Lemon — his scent. And thunder. I’m not sure when he’s coming for you y/n. But I know it’s on a day when a powerful storm will hit the mountains. He’ll use the weather to his advantage.”

“Because it will impair a wolf’s senses. Our scents and his will be shrouded by the rain. Then how am I to know he’s near if I can’t smell him.” The boy shook his head. “You won’t know until he’s nearly with you. That’s why you must stay close to your pack. To your mate. I know you can handle yourself m… y/n. But you need the advantage of a lot of alphas. Since it’s going to be coming with friends.”

You nodded, feeling uneasy. You stared down at your hands for a moment, noting the cuts that had blossomed due to your fall. When you looked up again. The boy was gone.

**

You shot up in bed, the sheets tangled around you as you fought for air. Your heart was racing, and unlike the day prior — Yoongi was still beside you. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” He was only half awake, but becoming more alert with each second.

You ran your hands through your hair, digging your nails into your scalp in an attempt to ground yourself. “Y/n? What’s wrong you’re scaring me…” being your mate he could sense your emotions. His heart beginning to race — matching the pace of your own. When you still didn’t respond he sat up, arms wrapping around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

He was scenting you, and despite your scent being able to calm anyone into sleep, his scent relaxed your whole body. “Better? Baby please speak you’re scaring me.” You sighed, hands shaking slightly as you relaxed into his embrace. “I had a dream Yoongi. But not like a dream, it was like a...like a… warning. It was a warning.”

“Explain please.” You sighed, pulling the blankets up around you tightly. “In my dream I was running, and there was a boy calling out to me. And I fell and be caught up. And he gave me a warning. He told me Jinyoung was coming for me. A storm is going to hit the mountains soon. And when it does Jinyoung will come with some of the strongest in his pack. They’ll use the rain to their advantage and try and storm the pack house. And he’ll take me. And because of the poor weather, none of you would be able to track me.”

It was terrifying out loud. Saying those very words sent chills down your spine. Jinyoung quite frankly was your worst nightmare. And as much as you tried to convince yourself that you weren’t scared of him anymore. You were terrified. “Did this boy tell you how to protect yourself?” You hadn’t even noticed the grip Yoongi had on you was practically suffocating.

“He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that I need to stay close to you. And the pack.” Yoongi was silent for a moment. “Anything else?” You debated whether you should mention how familiar the boy looked. Even though you’d never seen him before. “He was familiar, but not. He wasn’t anyone I’ve ever seen. But he looked so familiar Yoongi. It was weird.”

“You think he was someone you used to know?” You shook your head, smiling slightly as Yoongi rested his head on your shoulder. “He was someone I felt very...comfortable around. He was young too, younger than me by a good few years. There was something about him Yoongi. He was so familiar and I can’t figure out why. His eyes...his eyes looked familiar. And everything else about him. It was so weird.”

“I think you need some more sleep baby, we can talk more when you wake up. I just want you to rest.” You Shook your head. “I need to shower. And we need to clean the sheets. I just need a moment to relax under the hot water. Since I’m feeling alright right now.”

His arms unwrapped from around your waist to let you go. A sad puppy look on his face as you left him to clean up the mess you made of the sheets alone. Once the bathroom door shut behind you you took a deep breath — still deeply unsettled by your dream. You let the water run for a few seconds, letting it heat up to a comfortable temperature before stepping in. “Maybe I’ll wear clothes today…” yeah sure.

The water felt nice, like a warm embrace. Shampooing your hair felt amazing, nails digging into your scalp as you scrubbed. Maybe things would be okay. Maybe that dream was just that — a dream. Jinyoung won’t get to you. Not with Yoongi And Namjoon there to protect you. You’d be okay. Of course you would...right?

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A/n: feel free to leave some feedback! I’d love to know what you thought about this :3

[yamithediaperdork]

Sitters 4 hire (Yu-gi-oh)

The sun was just setting in domino city and Yugi Muto, King of games, was all along at the turtle game shop. His grandfather had gone off on a senior's cruise since the shop had come into some money as of later (being the official shop of the king of games DID have it's PR perks) And Joey and Tristen had gone camping for the week. They had of coursed offered to let Yugi come along but since the last time he'd gone with them he'd been chased by a bear, sprayed by a skunk and had gotten a rash on his butt from squatting among poison ivy, he turned them down. Mai was working on the cruise, and Duke was taking advantage of the fact Tristen was out of town to try and woe Serenity. even Anzu was MIA in a way, she had a big competition coming up and was putting in extra hours at the studio and the gym to make sure she was at her best. Now Yugi while disappointed not to have any of his friends to hang out with during the day (since it was summer break) He was maybe slightly OK with them not being around as he'd been making use of a certain service in town. It wasn't the kinda of service that some of the more lewd type might of made use of though. Frankly, if any of his friends ever found out what he was doing the little king of games would die of embarrassment. For it was a babysitting service that he'd been making use of, after working out a deal with the nice ladies who ran it. Because Yugi Muto, the king of games, was a diaper wearing little.

Hina was a 25 year old black haired bombshell, and she was the one who ran the service (Sitters 4 hire) and had met with Yugi when he'd first tried to set up a semi deal during spring break. He'd been adorable with how blushy he got and the stammer that started up, but she'd had to go though everything he was expecting, and of course to make sure he knew there would be no naughtiness so to speak. They had met at the headquarters for sitter's inc, a surprisingly boom business that employed 48 sitters currently. the way the service worked was that they could train you or you could come in and just take a test to prove you could handle the job, then you were free to freelance though most jobs in the city now came though them, and they would select the babysitter who best suited what the parents wanted for a job. She and Yugi had been in her office, giving the poor guy some privacy though lord knows he wasn't the first little guy who had asked for this sorta thing. "So, If I understand you right.. you wish to be treated like a toddler, but one who still needs his big bulky diapers and prefers baby bottles over sippy cups. correct?" She asked. "I..uh..Yes." Yugi said, squirming big time. "and any attempts at potty training?" She asked, typing away n her computer. "N-No." "and will you just be going tinkle, or boom boom as well?" She asked, smirking as Yugi blushed big time and looked like he wanted to curl up in a ball. "I..Using my diaper for everything." Yugi finally managed to say. "Alright. and you understand that this is NOT a sexual service, so any sort of hanky panky you might expect, not happening, though if you wish to er.. you know..yourself.. we ask you wait till our sitter leaves." "U-Understood!" Yugi squeaked out. "alrighty then Little Yugi. I think we can give you all the TLC you need. one last thing though, do you prefer a Male sitter or a female one? and of course. you can count on us to keep it under wraps the bigggg tough King of games is just a widdle guy." Hina giggled and winked at Yugi. "G-Girls only please."

And with that Yugi was a client, though getting the freedom to use the service had proven trickier then he thought. Gramps would sleep though almost anything but it was more Joey's annoying habit of showing up unannounced. add in Anzu having called once while he was using it and feeling reallly weird talking to his sorta maybe kinda girlfriend while he was in the middle of a diaper change and well.. He'd only made use of the service three times and outside of distractions like Joey and Anzu, or gramps snoring, he'd been in love with it. Dialing the special services number he'd been given Yugi shifted from foot to foot, looking at his stash of little guy supplies he had out on his bed. it was a male voice who answered, and Yugi almost hung up the phone right then and there, But he had gone SO long being a stupid big boy that he swallowed the urge. "Sitters 4 hire, special service line, how may I help you?" Came the amused voice over the line. "I..Uh..See.." Yugi squeaked. "Take your time little guy." "T-This is Uh.. Account number 45 I.. I um.. have a pre-paid account and er-" Yugi said, closing his eyes. god, this was ALWAYS the hardest part! "Oh Little Yugi~ I see. Is our widdle guy in need of a babysitter again?" if Yugi had been blushing bad before, hearing his name used took it to the next level. "Y-Yes please." "Alrighty little guy. do you wanna set a bed time or leave it up for the babysitter?" Yugi looked at the clock, it was just just going on 7:30 pm. "H-How soon can you er..have a sitter..over here?" Yugi asked. "Hmm..Oh! I have some one right in your area at the moment, and she's cleared for working with cuties like you. I can have her there in 5-10 minutes tops." "T-Then um.,. a 9 pm sharp bed time please and thank you." Yugi said. "Of course little guy. I should warn you though, our girl I'm sending over can be somewhat strict, so a certain little guy better have his huggies on." Teased the operator. "I..I will." "Good boy~ Have fun little guy, and thank you for using Sitters 4 hire."

Rebecca Hawkins had just finished putting a cute little 23 year old sissy baby down to ed for the night, and was in the parking lot of the apartment building the Lil sissy lived in when she got a text from work. Of course she didn't actually need the money she was making doing this job, but well, she enjoyed the power rush she got since she was a strictly special services only sitter. Add into it that as a rule of thumb most of the teen and adult babies she looked after tended to be wayyy more well behaved then actual babies and toddlers and she was in heaven. She had been planning on calling it a day, and honestly could of turned down the job, but once she saw the address her interest peaked. 'No way..my darling Yugi is a..' She thought and a BIG grin filled her face. If she was being honest, the young genius had mostly gotten into the doming little babies scene after meeting Yugi..there was just something about the little guy that screamed 'DIAPER ME!' and now, she knew why. She accepted the job and got the info folder, sent to her, which confirmed it WAS Yugi and he was just a big toddler, and she felt herself almost melting as she gushed over how cute and awesome this was gonna be.

Yugi had been a good boy like he was told to be and was now was dressed in one of his dark magician diapers, which was bulky enough to give the boy a waddle to his step.he hadn't just left it at that though, and as such was in a pair of purple socks that had the dark magician girl on the sides, doing her trademark pose. Moving up from there He was sporting a purple (if you couldn't tell it was the little guys favorite color) diaper shirt, with the diaper itself peeking out around the leg holes. and of course the shirt had a picture of the little guys most favorite monster, The dark magician on it. He'd been setting up a little area in the living room for him and his sitter to play, a nice soft baby blanket on the floor and some plushie and rattles. and of course he had a couple of bottle of milk chilling in the fridge (he wasn't that fond of juice when toddler mode, go figure) and jumped a little when the doorbell rang. Waddling his way over to the door he took a deep breath and opened it, then turned crimson as Rebecca was standing there smirking. "R-R-Re-" He stammered, trying desperately to think of a excuse, never once connecting the slight possibly that THIS was his sitter. "Hiii little guy. Somebody was a good widdle boy and got dressed for me I see~" She said, winking and giving him a head pat. Yugi just stood there, jaw dropping as she strolled past him into the room.

Rebecca was chuckling to herself, the look on Yugi's face really had been just too cute. She took in his set up and nodded in approval before turning to look at him, he was STILL by the door, and seemed frozen. "Little Yugi, unless you want the whole block to see you in all your big baby glory, you might wanna shut the door." She teased. Yugi yelped and nodded, slamming the door fast and waddled over to her. "Now I know this might be a little be weird for you, since we know each other and all, but I promise that I won't tell anyone about what a widdle diaper boy you are~"  Rebecca promised, and then gave Yugi's bum a few pats. the effect was instant and adorable, as the little guy spread his legs and she almost swore his eyes glazed over. "now then, since we have a little while before somebody needs to go night night, does widdle Yugi wanna play with his toys and watch some cartoons?" She asked. Yugi dumbly nodded his head and waddled over to the blanket, plopping down and picking up a stuffie of the dark magician and cuddling it to his chest. '..He's really pushing the no pictures rule.' She thought with a sweat drop, then moved over to the couch to turn on the TV for the little guy.

After the intonation humiliation worn off, Yugi had to admit it was kinda fun having someone who knew him so well babysitting him. She knew to put it on little dueler's for him, and even sat down on the blanket with him after a bit, playing as the Dark magician girl and acting out the plot, with them fighting a Summoned skull who just really needed hugs. He got so into it he actually forgot he was wearing his diapies till she paused the game to stick a finger in the leg band of his onesie and diaper. "oh wow! still dry! is this a new record for you?" She asked and winked. Yugi blushed bad at that, but also nodded his head, though he could feel a bit of a need building up. only problem was it was a backdoor need so to speak and he wasn't sure he wanted to do THAT in front of her. "well, it's almost time for beddy byes, I think I'll feed you a nice big ba-ba first though so you can make a bigggg wet diapie for auntie Rebecca to change before she leaves." She giggled. "T-There's ba-ba's ready in the fridge auntie." Yugi said, and squirmed like crazy as she got up and kissed his forehead. "Good boy!"

Rebecca wasn't stupid, and had noticed Yugi squirming as well as heard the tummy gurgles. Maybe he thought he was being all sly and she could see why he might be embarrassed to make presents for her, but as a responsible baby sitter she couldn't let her charge hold it in and get a owie tummy, or worse, unleash it after she had left. Truthfully changing dirty diapers wasn't one of the highlights of her job, and normally with her usual client list she could get away with leaving them smelly. It again helped most of them where naughty little guys who wanted a lot of teasing and shaming. But with Yugi, he was clearly just a big baby, and she willing to put in some free overtime if that's what it took. Selecting a bottle of milk from the fridge, she popped it in the microwave to warm it up, then turned to watch Yugi who was on his knees now. he had the DM stuffie launching wooden building block at a stuffie of the blue eyes even as he was squirming and wiggling about, clearly a toddler who had to go potty. 'I wonder if he's gonna fess up?' She thought, though as the microwave beeped a loud poot escaped Yugi's bottom. getting the ba-ba out and teasing it on her wrist, she wasn't surprised to see Yugi hiding his face in his stuffie as she came back over. "heh, relax Yugi. everyone farts." She said and got on the couch, then patted her lap. "I..uh..I..Otay." Yugi squeaked and crawled over, getting set in her lap and closing his eyes as she guided the nipple of the ba-ba into his mouth. "Drink up so you can grow up to be big and strong~" She coo'ed.

Yugi's tummy was churning big time and he knew any second now he was going to lose the battle and fudge his huggies. it wasn't even a question of making it to the potty anymore, he doubted he'd be able to move much without losing the battle. his only goal at THIS point was to hold it in till the session ended and Rebecca left, not knowing that she had already planned to stay and see it though. the warm milk tasted so good though, and was having it's normal effect of making him super sleepy. It was while all sleepy that he decided letting out a bit of pressure couldn't hurt and went to let out a small fart or two. Rebecca had already said everyone farts right? the small small turned into one big one, with three others following and Yugi's eyes flew open as he realized he'd released the flood gates so to speak. a super gross sounding fart, though muffled by the padding and outfit and Rebecca's poor lap, filled the room and then it was game over. the back of the diaper filled up rapidly as his tiny bladder soaked the front and Yugi was a dark crimson as he looked up at Rebecca who just wrinkled her nose a little, ut smiled and kept the bottle in place. "whew, Smells like somebody really wanted to make a super big present for me!" Yugi, mouth filled with a rubber nipple and diaper full of waste, did a bare nod.

One thing Rebecca hadn't counted on when trying to get Yugi to go uh-oh, was just how TOXIC the little guy was going to be. he was by far the biggest stinker and she made a mental note to hook him up with some pills to cut down on the smell. Still the little guy was clearly mortified he'd lost control, which was funny since he'd likely of been delighted to make presents. her lap was slightly burning from the heat and force of which Yugi had unleashed his uh-oh, and the smell again, was burning her nose. Still, she let him finish his ba-ba before standing him up and smirked as his diaper drooped big time. "oh my, when was the last time widdle Yugi had a poopie?" She asked, and patted his mush tush and cupped the butt. "A-Ah! I..I uh..Fhree day ago." Yugi lisped. "well I think somebody needs a auntie to come by and help keep him regular, don't you?" "I..uh..I dis dun have 'nuff on me's account ta-" Yugi started to say and Rebecca smirked. "Don't worry, I'll work off the clock. though I'll have to keep my freebies to a minimum so we don't get in trouble." he said and winked. She tugged the diaper boy towards his room, gushing at how he had to cowboy walk and spotted his changing pad, with wipes and everything ready to go. "After auntie gets you in a clean diapie, it's bed time little man. I hope you had fun." She said, and guiding him over, kissed his cheek before gently setting him down on the mat. "I..I did. Fank's auntie Rebecca." Yugi coo'ed and popped his paci in his mouth. "You're VERY welcome Yugi." She coo'ed back and then started to open the diaper. 'Maybe I'll get lucky and it won't be so.. bad.. Oh god!' Tears filled the blond's eyes, not out of sadness or fear, but just the smell was making her eyes water. Yeah, Having Yugi as her new little guy was going to be fun and all, but Rebecca was totally gonna have to have him go more often to avoid the nightmare before her. Still it would be a labor of love, and she couldn't see ANZU being willing to do this. 'heh, all that time trying to show her up, and all I needed to do was wipe his butt.' Rebecca thought, though she wondered if maybe the boys fumes were making her lightheaded. Yugi for his part drifted off to sleep 30 or 40 seconds after she started, which didn't make the change any easier. "Kiddo..your lucky your cute." She muttered under her breath. with Yugi changed and redressed, she tucked him into his bed, which had a toddler rail and gave him one last kiss goodnight, before taking off.

The end