#slow sexe

[moghedien]

Lae'zel after she's aggressively fucked you multiple times and has licked every inch of your body

[simpee9000]

Not Just Friends - M.List -

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

The Beginning blurb

Headcanons : just explains your relationship / his side of things more.

Prologue : 3.2k words (highly recommend reading this, fills some gaps)

Part 1 : 3.6k words

Part 2 : 3.4k words

Part 3 : 4.3k words

Part 4 : 3.8k words

Part 5 : 10k words

Part 6 : 5.4k words

Part 7 : 8.1k words

Part 8 : 2.6k words

Part 9 : 5.1k words

Part 10 : 3.1k words

Part 11 : 6.7k words

Part 12 : 2.2k words

Part 13 : 3..4k words Final Part

Thank you for all the support! It's not the best but I hope you all enjoyed!

Everything is also unedited and not reread

If you want a tag list, please comment or message/ask me <3 (I hit tag limit so idk what to do now)

Any and all post of mine relating to this story can be found in the first tag of each post: #not just friends katsuki

[godmadeaterribleerror]

Making Me Crazy

Main Masterlist

Read on A03!

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, the tiniest amount of fluff, just pure, raw smut (fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, overstimulation, thigh riding)

Title from Cola by Lana Del Ray.

Summary/Warnings: Request from @little-wicked10! Ben overhears you doubting his generosity in bed, and immediately sets out to prove you wrong.

Author's Note: Top ten horniest things I've ever written. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k

Supes should be required to announce their presence whenever they walk within earshot of other people. If they were, you wouldn���t have snapped at Butcher that, for the last time, you were not sleeping with Ben. You wouldn’t have scowled and hissed that maybe you made come fuck me raw eyes at him, and maybe you liked him as more than a semi-reformed—you’ll call it about 70%, which was a passing grade—supe teammate, but you weren’t going to fuck him, because he was probably selfish in bed, and your lack of self-worth did not extend to falling to your knees only to get nothing in return.

But Ben hadn’t shouted a warning that he could hear you, and now you were gaping at him—standing at the foot of your bed with a cocky smirk—and trying to find a way out of this. Figure out whatever lie you could tell him that would make him just shrug off what he’d heard and walk away.

You weren’t really confident you’d find one. 

“We’ve, ah, we’ve been over this, Ben. I’m not having sex with you-“

“Not now.” He waves you off with firm words that shouldn’t be settling that deep in your core. “But you will.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re awfully confident given I just said no-“

“But you’re going to say yes,” Ben drawls your name, lowering himself down to hold your gaze. “Because I am not a fucking pussy who can’t get a woman off. And I’m going to get you off, over and over until you’re fucking screaming for more, until you’re so fucking cockdrunk you only know my name.”

“Ben-“

He smirks. “Good, you’re already starting-“

“Shut up.” You snap, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “I’m not fucking you just because you say you’ll get me off, or so you can proved some sort of point-“

“I don’t have fucking shit to prove.” He shrugs. “And I would get you off, baby. Christ, I’m doing you a damn favor-“

That makes you laugh. “It is not a favor to have sex with me. I could go downstairs, flash my tits at Butcher, and even his ass would jump on me-“

“Butcher couldn’t handle you.” Ben snaps, and you’re suddenly very away of how he’s towering over you, how he’s broad and muscular, how big his hands are, how soft his hair looks, how there’s a bulge in his pants that has to be padded to look bigger-

You swallow, forcing your eyes to his focused, darkened, almost dizzyingly lustful ones. “Ben-“

“I could handle you.” He smirks at you, leaning down until his nose bumps yours, and you can smell his cologne and the whiskey on his breath and something heavier that’s musky and heady and might just be him. “I could fucking ruin you, doll. Make you never want another cock again.”

“Oh.” He must have slipped you something earlier, or there must be a gas leak, because there’s no other explanation for why you nod, lean forward a little further, a little cautiously, and whisper an agreement against his lips. “Okay.”

Then Ben crashes into you, tangling broad fingers in your hair and kissing you with a bruising force that makes your head spin, and you know exactly why you agreed. For this. For Ben, and a chance to taste if he was really that good.

And goddamn him, he was. He was better than good. He was a demanding tongue down your throat and firm hands pulling and rubbing at this skin of your hips and waist. He was a massive, warm body lowering over yours and forcing you to crawl backwards on the mattress. 

He was a fucking sex god, and you feel like you’d just committed the worst sin of all. You’d doubted him. And—as his knee shoves between your thighs and you start to see spots when his kiss only deepens—you know you’re about to repent. 

And when Ben rips off your shirt and bra in one brutal movement, kisses a sloppy line over your jaw, down your neck, and right to your breasts—kneading with one hand as he pulls your nipple into his mouth—you decide that whatever he demands, you’ll offer. This is already mind-numbing pleasure, and if the only relief he’s offered you is grinding against him and his mouth swallowing every whining moan, you’ll take it.

Then he moves his leg away, chuckles at your needy sound from the loss, and you know he’s onto you. That he’s got you bent to his will. 

“Don’t lose your mind yet,” he mutters against your skin, nipping at your breast. “We’ve got a damn long way to go before you can afford that.”

“I’m not, fuck-“

You cut yourself off with a gasp as Ben tears off your pants, teases two fingers over the wet spot on your panties, and shoves them aside to expose your bare pussy to the air. 

“You’re fucking wet, doll.” He rises back to your face, kissing and sucking all over your face but your lips, where you’re gaping and gasping his name. “All of this for me?”

“It’s- Ben-“

Your voice turns to a squeak as he spanks your cunt once, running three fingers over your folds as the sting fades to pleasure.

“And don’t fucking think about lying.” He hisses in your ear. “I’ll know.”

You swallow, your voice soft and hoarse. “It’s for you.”

“You think I’m fucking hot?” Ben shoves one finger into your pussy, grunting as you squeeze around him. “Fuck, baby, you want me to make you feel good? Want me to prove to you how fucking wrong you were?”

“God, yes.” You squeeze your eyes shut, arching your back as Ben adds a second finger and begins to pump. “Ben, fuck me, please-“

“Tell me what you want, doll.” He picks up his pace, scissoring and crooking his fingers deep inside you until you’re writhing below him. “Say it, say you want my cock-“

Ben rubs right against that spongey place inside you, dangling over the edge of what you need—what you might die without—and you moan. “Fuck, I want your cock, Ben, I want it so bad-“

“Good girl.” He mutters against your skin, his teeth grazing right at a sensitive spot behind your ear. “But you’re still going to need to fucking earn it.”

You have a brief moment of lucidity where you realize what he’s said, and your eyes fly open. “What the fuck do you mean, I have to- Ben!”

He starts to fingerfuck you at a rapid, almost frantic speed that’s made of lewd sounds, desperate, breathy pleas escaping your lips, and a quickly growing bomb of fire in your gut that’s set to burst so soon-

“Cum of my fingers, doll, fucking soak my hand-“

You scream as the bomb goes off, and you’re overwhelmed with your orgasm. It floods your body and launches you into space, higher, higher, and when you fall easily back down to earth you realize Ben hasn’t stopped. His pace has increased to furious, and you’re already on the edge again. You’d be embarrassed by how quickly you came apart for him—how wrong you were—if Ben was slowing down.

But he’s not. He’s dragging you closer and closer to vaulting back into blinding release, and it’s right on the edge of pain and pleasure. It’s too much, and it’s not enough, and God, you just want him to fuck you-

“Ben,” you gasp, grabbing pointlessly at his wrist. “Fuck, I need you, need you so bad-“

He pulls your lower lip between his teeth, his fingers bending and pressing right against that spongy spot inside of you, and this orgasm is only more powerful. You can barely hear his low, growled promise right in your ear.

“Fucking earn it.”

When you regain your head, your pussy is clenching and fluttering against nothing and strong hands are gripping your waist, maneuvering you with no effort at all. And when your vision returns from a hazy blur, Ben’s below you. Holding you on his lap, your legs tight around his thigh.

You stare at him with wide eyes, and he chuckles, rolling your hips with a firm grip as he starts to bite and suck along your collarbone.

“Fuck yourself on my thigh, baby.” He growls, licking right up your throat like a fucking animal, drawing a high whimper from your lips. “Make yourself cum like the dirty little cockslut you are-“

You start to grind on him like he’s flipped a switch in your body. You’re overwhelmed with orgasms, and your cunt is sensitive and raw, but fuck that’s nothing compared to the sheer want for Ben in your body.

So you throw your all into it. Soaking his jeans with your needy cunt, grabbing at his shirt until he tears it off for you to scratch uselessly at his chest. Fuck, you even put on a show for him. Wiggling and rolling your body in his hold, watching him through lidded eyes, diving to kiss at his neck and drifting a hand down to touch that huge cock, straining in his pants-

“Fuck-“ Ben yanks your hand away, his voice stern and low, and you whine. “I’m not fucking done with you, doll, you need to fucking control yourself-“

You just moan, tugging at his hair in a silent please, and his face falls into one that might be—if you didn’t know better—awe.

“Christ,” he mutters your name, running a rough hand up your back to grip at your throat. “You need to my permission to cum, babydoll?”

Babydoll. That does things to you that you’re past trying to hide.

You’re past trying to hide most everything.

You nod, making a choked plea that’s meant to be Ben, but comes out high and feral, and Ben smirks, gripping your hips until you’re sure he’ll leave a mark.

But his words are low on your skin, and his dick is pressed right on your clit, and God, you hope he marks you. Maybe then you’ll feel like this forever.

“Cum,” Ben growls your name in your ear, and there it is. You scream as you reach another, higher state of euphoria, and you’re so close to just exploding when Ben hauls you up his chest and tosses you down onto your back, rising onto his knees and lowering his face between your thighs.

You don’t get warning when he shoves his face right into your cunt and starts to eat you out like he’s never eaten anything before. Like you’re the sweetest fruit or candy, or saltiest and most carefully crafted meal, or just straight fucking heroin into his bloodstream. He goes down on your with his whole fucking face, pulling your raw, swollen clit between his lips before flicking it with his tongue until you’re a whining frenzy, keeping your thighs split open with his hands and barely flinching as you start to buck and fly off the bed, the orgasms falling through you like rain. One hand even sneaks between your legs, and Ben focuses his sinful mouth on your over-attended clit as his fingers plunge back into your cunt, and you destroy yourself on his everything.

You must have squirted somewhere in there, because when Ben finally rises up his beard is shining with your arousal. 

But it might also just be that. This might just be so fucking good, Ben might be so good, that you could flood a desert with how much you need him inside you right now. Really, properly inside you-

Ben must read your mind, because he smirks at you, prowls over your loose and fucked-out body, and drags you into a long, slow, shockingly soft kiss that makes you sigh into his throat, his hand rubbing a comfortingly patten on your waist.

“You’re being such a good girl,” He says your name against your lips, and you think that alone sends another small, shuddering orgasm through your body. “Good girls deserve some cock.”

You make the most needy, lustful noise you’ve ever made in your life, gasp slightly as Ben rises over your body, and scream when his cock slams into your dripping, aching cunt without warning.

“God-“

“I’m not God, babydoll.” Ben’s words are spoken against your lips with a smug satisfaction, and you almost blackout as he rolls his hips. “I’m fucking better. Hold on.”

You obey blindly—spun out and faded on how he’s splitting you open, filling you up more than you’ve ever been filled—and wrap your arms around his neck as he starts to fuck you. 

This is heaven. God, you hate how right he was, but you might be ascending. You were already ruined from his hands and mouth, and this is being razed. Fucking decimated. This is Ben’s cock hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t know existed, and his hands grabbing and pulling at your tits, his balls slapping against your skin and his mouth leaving little marks wherever he can reach skin, his fucking fingers rolling your nipples and his thumb rubbing on your raw clit until your mouth falls open, and you cum without sound.

He doesn’t stop. You’re drooling, making high, gasping moans of his name, and completely wrecked under him, but Ben doesn’t slow down. He’s grunting and groaning in your ear, chasing his own release deep into your pussy, and you want him to have it.

He’s really fucking earned it. Especially as his thrusts start to stutter and the bed starts to shake in a way that makes you think it might break, and the low, primal noises that leave him as he comes inside you drag one last, smaller orgasm from deep in your core.

He’s going to brag. When Ben pulls out, you’re sure he’s about to mock and taunt you about being right, but he just sets you down carefully between the sheets, walks into the bathroom, and returns with a damp, warm cloth to clean up the mess he left between your thighs. 

Then he looks up at you, and now he’s going to grow cruel. To keep dirty talking or fucking you until you’re in a daze you don’t know how to return from, when you just want to rest. Or maybe he’ll just leave you to deal with the soreness of your pussy and throbbing on your skin from all his biting and sucking, and you’ll never speak of this again.

But he doesn’t do either of those things. Ben’s eyes meet yours, still guarded but not hardened, where you can see deeper into him, and he’s a little more human in there. Like you’d worshipped and repented, and now you get your true reward.

And this is it. Green eyes meet yours, he blinks at you with a frown—like he doesn’t understand what he’s looking at—and then crawls back over you. Ben settles at your side, and your body against his own warm, solid, one. He doesn’t speak, but he touches you carefully, like you might break, and it’s louder.

And you might have had a few other things about him wrong as well.

Because Ben doesn’t move through the night, and you wake up still in his arms.

End Note: Found a way to make it emotional too. Am I even me if I don't?

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[yrsonpurpose]

Mary & George (2024) Episode 3 'Not So Much as Love as by Awe'

[petrichorium]

Luffy makes u ask for it every time but especially the first time. Btw

[dingledraw]

They’ll reheat them later 🍜🩷

[andi-o-geyser]

despite how you feel about the changes from the stream to the show, if you like or dislike them, i love how inherently hilarious the narrative path tlovm is taking regarding perc’ahlia is because a situationship would literally kill campaign percy and vex like how the internet would kill a small victorian child. they are NOT built for that

[itsaceokay]

I feel like people don't often fully appreciate how hard dating can be for demisexuals.

It just hit me the other day when I found out that most people are kissing by the first date and having sex by the third and to me that is just wild. And apparently, some people wait up to three months before having sex and that's seen as like a really long time and I'm sorry but is everyone okay???

After three dates a person is still a stranger and after three months they're at most an acquaintance - and people are not willing to wait longer and you'll be seen as unreasonable if you want to wait for a year or more??

[psychwardkitten]

[artinvain]

subtop sevika ??

breeding kink go brrr😵‍💫

sevika’s just so desperate to fuck you, moaning and holding you close, the rose at the base of her strap nestled perfectly on her clit as she sinks into you.

“fuck baby, baby oh god,” sevika’s huffing - your bodies pressed so close together, her lips sloppily kissing yours, sucking on your tongue as she bucks into you, swallowing your moans.

“feels so good, that good baby? that f-feel - fuck tell me, please please -“ she’s so fucking drunk on your pussy desperately looking on at your face contorted perfectly. Whining for her and scratching down her back,

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

“incredible vika, so deep, you’re so - shit so beautiful,” you moan and Sevika meets your eyes forehead pressed to yours, needily thrusting into you. your mouths panting against each other, sharing kisses as she lifts your leg beside her gently and starts to circle and grind her hips watching you moan, your head lolling back as she kisses your neck and marks your chest.

“shit sweetheart, mmhfuck- you feel so good,” she whimpers, “love the way your pussy sounds when you’re takin me” sevika huffs, a coil tightening in her belly

“yes, oh sevika, m-my love - fuck” you yelp, “you make me feel so good, baby take such good care of me,” you whimper — your hips bucking back into sev’s meeting her thrusts and rocking with her, your bodies pressed together. she’s so flustered with your words, always so turned on when you’re vulnerable. your thrusts shifting her strap against her clit more vigorously.

“I w-want you, want you to cum on me please,” she whines her fingers going down and she moans at the feeling of your wet puffy clit under her fingers and groans at the feeling of it pulsing.

you whine your back arching as you cum, whining and cursing, yelping her name as she kisses your face and cooes about your beauty.

“w-will you let me cum inside you? please?” sevika whines, “wanna - fuck - let me put a baby in you please,” sevika groans growing close to the edge

“yeah vika” you whisper pressing your forehead to hers, “cum inside me and make me a mommy -“ sevika cums groaning and grunting loudly, her body holding you tight as her hips staggered like her breath and she bites down on your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck wanna - “ she moans pulling out gently and manhandling you onto your belly, lifting your hips up and easing in again, watching you shiver.

“gonna give us a fuckin baby,” she moans and you whine. gripping her had planted on her hip with the other against the headboard you start to back onto her strap. “god look at you, drooling all over our pillows — you fuckin slut,” she groans.

“you gonna cum?” she asks, she swears she can feel you clenching around her, moans when you start to jerk and shudder,

“that’s it baby, yes yeah cum all over me, fuck good girl, m’so lucky - get to put a baby in you.” she whines leaning herself over you and snapping her hips until she’s near crying in your ear, hips bucking eratically as she cums.

😘🏷️ @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @sevsbaby @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul @ariariarr @femme-historian

[epiphainie]

i think about bucktommy's first sleepover every night. like did they stay at buck's? at tommy's? did they plan it beforehand or was it you know you can stay if you want? did they have sex? how did they have sex? did they cuddle naked? did they lend clothes? a spare toothbrush? an extra pillow? did tommy rub buck's leg? for how deep and long buck thought about the weight and the breadth of the body next to him? did they wake up together with their morning woods pressed on the other or did one of them wake up first? did they kiss with morning breath? did they have their first cup of coffee in bed?

[simpee9000]

Not Just Friends - 8 -

M.List : Prologue : Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Words 2.6k

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? Also not edited!! CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

"It's been two weeks," you pointed out, telling yourself and him.

"That doesn't mean you have to be okay already," Katsuki huffed at you, crossing his arms as he leaned against the makeup table in front of you.

You were going on for the interview that you promised that night. Truth quirk and all. They were prepping you right now for it, covering the dark circles under your eyes as they made sure to add highlights.

"I go back to work tomorrow, I want everything to be dealt with before hand," you dismissed. You wanted your plate clean so you could throw yourself fully back into work, you were itching to use the equipment. "Besides, Aizawa is here. He'll make sure to turn off the truth quirk if needed."

He grumbled, watching you intently as you got up, makeup finished and TV ready. "I don't like this." He didn't want you to go back to step one, even if you claimed to be fine.

"I know," you patted his arm, he's been trying to convince you not to. But his PR manager advise you to do it, knowing if you switched up that the public would think the worst.

An assistant knocked on the door, peeking through when you told them it was okay. "You're on in five," and with that, they left.

You swallowed nervously. "It's not to late," Katsuki offered.

"I said I'd do it, so I will," you looked yourself over in the mirror one last time, brushing your clothes smooth before you walked to the door. Katsuki following behind as you waited behind the curtain, ready for your cue. You made eye contact with Aizawa who was on the other side, next to the interviewer with a truth quirk. You gave a small wave and gained a nod back.

"Remember that you can dodge the question, it's not considered lying," Katsuki informed you for the millionth time, going down his prep list, "I studied them, they make you say the truth but not blurt it, so you have time to form your words."

"And now we have Dynamight's girlfriend," the talk show host called your name, greeting you on stage. "She'll be giving us all the details of her juicy relationship with our number two hero! All under a truth quirk." You walked onto the stage, giving Katsuki a nervous smile before turning to wave at the crowd.

It wasn't your first interview but it was the first major one. A huge live audience that filled the room. You shook hands with Gossip, the hostess nickname for the public. Shaking hands with the truth quirk interviewer as well before sitting down. Aizawa stayed off stage, ready to cancel things if needed.

"Nell, here," Gossip called attention to the truth quirk, "Known as 'Spills' will activate her quirk and ask questions about her secret relationship with Dynamight." Nell waved at her introduction, smiling brightly. "We've opened questions to the audience as well, so let's get started," Gossip grabbed a stack of cards from her desk, nodding to Nell to start.

You crossed your legs, hands clasped in your lap as you waited for the effect.

Gossip handed Nell the cards to read out. "You were the one on the phone with Dynamight two weeks ago, correct?"

"Yes, called me while I was making dinner," you laughed trying to add anything you could to the questions because you wanted good press.

"How long have you been dating?"

"Three years," you answered easily, feeling the small buzz of the truth quirk in your mind, "Since second year of high school, even though I liked him way before that." Well, you haven't meant to say that, the truth quirk making the small bit of information slip out.

Gossip grinned at what you were saying. "And you've never liked Deku? No romantic feelings there?"

"He's like my younger brother, absolutely no feelings there," you confirmed.

"You don't even find him attractive?"

"I do, just not like that. I only have eyes for Katsuki really," you didn't even know why you were anxious at this point. Part of you was worried it'd make you slip up, say something in the wrong way and make it seem like you wanted him.

"How cute!" Gossip gushed to the crowd. "Well now that we have that settled, lets get to the nitty gritty." You paled at that.

Opening your mouth the protest before Nell interrupted you, "What about Dynamight annoys you the most?"

You rolled your eyes, "He leaves his socks everywhere. Literally only his socks, everything else he is a neat freak about."

"Anything else?" they pushed for something more.

"He literally argues with himself while getting ready, calling his teeth stupid for getting dirty," you ranted, glad you had no real issue with him.

Nell and Gossip shared a look, unsure of where to go. "What do you love most about him?" the decided to switch from negatives to positives, trying to feed his fan base.

"Oh," you paused, mind swirling with too many truths, "He remembers all the small things," you settled on, talking fondly, "He bought an extra chair for his office because he knew I hated the ones he had. He might not talk a lot but he does so much."

The crowd swooned at how fondly you talked of him.

"Why are you with him?"

"Cause I love him?" you questioned back confused, paleing when you realized you haven't directly said it yet. You've been together for three years and knew you loved each other, it was just hardly, if ever, spoken.

"How about we open questions to the fans?" Gossip turned from you and pointed at someone who raised their hand.

"What's Dynamight's biggest weakness?" the crowd called out, Nell immediately asking you the question.

You froze, Aizawa was being distracted and couldn't save you. You faintly heard Katsuki's loud foot steps coming up, trying to save you.

"He loves his back being popped," you answered, truthfully, the interviews losing the spark in their eye as you didn't give good enough gossip. "Seriously, he loves it. Practically melts afterwards."

Katsuki stood next to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you to stand. "This shit is done."

"Dynamight," Nell called out as Katsuki dragged you away. The truth quirk likely making him stop. "Do you seriously love her?" She spit those words out in a manner that reminded you of the break in.

"Yeah, so fuck off," he barked over his shoulder, pulling you off stage.

---

In just the drive home, your phone was blowing up entirely. You were trending on Twitter, Tiktok, and any social media already. All they needed was an hour. You scrolled through TikTok as you curled in on the couch, swiping from one video of you to another video of you. People were gushing over your relationship, loving how he protected you and how you talked about him.

It turned the fan girls more on your side, having gotten a glimpse of your life with him. They concluded that you were one of them. You even saw videos of how you cheered him on during the first-year sports festival. They took any social media post with the two of you and over-analyzed it. Talking about how you looked at each other.

"Still looking at that shit?" Katsuki called from the kitchen. Currently packing up the leftovers of dinner.

"It's cute," you defended, "They found a photo of us during graduation," you lifted your phone over the couch for him to look, hearing him shuffle over to look.

It was a photo of you two hugging after the ceremony, probably seconds after he asked you to move in with you. "This is horrible for my image," he complained as he saw the caption, "Makes me look fuckin' soft."

You rolled your eyes, looking up at him from where he leaned over the couch, "You are soft."

He scoffed, "Sure."

Humming, you got up from the couch, moving to head to your room, wanting to grab a book from a box. You hardly unpacked, your room still empty as you've been spending the past few nights in Katsuki's room.

"Hey Kats," you called from your doorway, seeing more boxes in your room than before. Probably and entire third of boxes that you didn't put there, you were at work all day, busy with meetings while Katsuki got home early.

"What?" he asked when he met you in your doorway, looking over your room.

You stepped in, glancing into an open box and seeing Katsuki's stuff filling it. "What's all this?"

"Figured with you sleepin' in my room all the time we might as well share," he crossed his arms as he shrugged, leaning into the doorframe.

"Really?" you looked up at him, taking your eyes of the open box, lighting up inside as you looked at him.

"Why not?"

You've been waiting for this since he first asked you to move, but you knew that if you freaked out he would back out. You bit back a huge smile, joy seeping through your expression regardless. "Want to set things up then?" you offered, answering his unasked question of it was okay.

He didn't give an answer before he moved in the room fully, grabbing a box of his clothes and going into the walk in closet. You stepped out of your room, seeing how his old room was empty minus a bed. Smiling, you moved back into your room, grabbing another box of his clothes and placing it beside him before grabbing your own clothes and finally unpacking. You took two of the walls of the closet, him taking the last wall, having less clothes.

Cycling through each box until they were all unpacked, your room looking like a mixture of the two of you. His comforter but your sheets on the bed, pillows stacked the way you loved and his limited edition All Might alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. The dresser being spilt for the two of you with small touches of each of you adding to the room. Giving it personality.

It made you giddy, to see everything done up as a combined. You let a bright smile grace your features as you changed for bed, Katsuki showering in the connected bathroom while you slid under the covers. You grabbed a book from your nightstand and flipped to the bookmark.

Reading through the rest of the chapter before Katsuki came out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair under a towel as he walked in. Hanging the towel up and shaking his head like a wet dog to fluff it back up. He stayed shirtless, how he's been sleeping the past few nights, and only wore his boxers.

You eyed him over your book, watching his arms flex with any simple motion he made. Eyeing him as he walked to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers fully before wrapping his arms around your waist.

The motion was surprising, filling your stomach with butterflies as you accepted his hug. You were propped up on pillows, making it easier to read with the posture, his arm slipped easily under you, his other going under your book. He squeezed light, wearily of the wound that was still present on your left side.

"Your shower is so much better than the one in the hall," he grumbled, digging his face into your shoulder. His shampoo scenting the air as you leaned your head onto his.

"Our shower," you couldn't help but correct him.

"Do we want the old room to be your office? The other mine?" he questioned.

You closed your book, setting it on the nightstand as you held onto his arm. "Maybe one can be a guest room? Your mom called and said she wants to visit," you suggested.

"That hag been callin' you often?"

You slapped his arm for how he addressed his mom, "She's worried."

"Hm," he dismissed, "I don't care."

"The interview wasn't that bad," you changed topics, "Just made me say softer versions of the truth."

He took his head off you, moving to sit up so he could look at you, "They asked you about my weakness? Do you know how bad that coulda been?"

"But it wasn't, I did what I said and nothing bad happened," you matched his glare.

He rolled his eyes, falling back onto you.

"I surprised how cuddly you are," you said, not to tease but point out.

"Fuck off," he scoffed, moving to flip away from you. You hooked your arms over his shoulders, trying to pull him back but just got flipped back over with him, letting out a squeal of surprised. Situated right on his lap, close to his face. His hands held your thighs as you straddled him unintentionally. "'m not cuddly," he pinched your thigh.

"Sure," you teased now, "That's why you've been all over me."

"I can finally touch you, think I'm not going to take advantage of it?"

You pulled back, sitting up right on his lap as you looked down at him. Brows furrowed, "Is your watch always on?"

He shrugged, "Not always, but most of the time, 'round you."

Your stomach dropped, you moved to grab his hand and saw that it was on. Turning his quirk off. "You can't use it that often," you told him, worried.

"I turn it off before I sleep," he brushed off, moving his hand away from yours.

"When was the last time it was off around me?"

"When I was asleep last night," he answered easily.

"Katsuki," you frowned, "That's not good for you, you need to turn it off." You reached for his hand again.

He snatched it out of your hand, "The fuck's your problem?"

"I don't want every time you touch me you need that stupid watch on," you complained. It made you feel disconnected from him, like he had to hide his true self.

"It's not on all the fuckin' time," he argued.

"Then you should have no problem turning it off right now," you challenged. His face was all scrunched in distaste as he looked at you.

"I don't have shit to prove."

"You're using it as a crutch," you dug, "I shoulda never built it for you."

"So you would of prefered staying how it was? Don't want me to touch you?" he argued, getting frustrated that you were upset. Defaulting into anger.

"I'd prefer you," you clarified, "The actual you that doesn't need to suppress his fucking quirk."

"I don't need anything," he hissed, "I was doing it to make you fuckin' happy but now you're all bitchy about nothing."

You widdened your eyes, pushing yourself off his lap finally and moving to your side of the bed. "You'll kill yourself," you commented, "Not having access to your quirk is deadly."

"No I won't," he huffed, not moving from where he laided.

"You're right, cause you can turn it off," you decided, "I'm not going to touch you until I know it's off."

He sat up right, "Really?" he looked down at you.

"Yep," you popped the 'p', "I only made the watch for work training, not sex training like how you're using it."

"That's ridiculous," he tried to reason.

"Well, I'm going to be 'bitchy' about something that'll kill you," you crossed your arms, standing your ground.

He shifted, "So we're going back to square one? That what you fuckin' want?"

"Sure," your chest felt tight, hating how frustrated he was. But your side made sense. "I want you alive."

"I'm not going to die."

"Yep, cause I'm not encouraging you to turn it off anymore."

"Can't kiss you or anything then," he tried to threaten, failing to change your mind.

"Okay," you shrugged. Internally mourning the loss of it already.

"Seriously?" he was in disbelief.

"Goodnight Katsuki," you turned onto your side, making him unable to look at you anymore.

When he huffed and turned away you were worried he'd leave. Go back on sharing a room. Truly test how far you were willing to go.

But all he did was adjust onto his side of the bed, angrily turning his lamp off, darkness coating the room.

At least you had that, but who knows how long you would. You clutched at your chest as you sunk in on yourself. It would suck to go back to how it was two months ago. Not being able to kiss him, or hug him freely.

You've gotten so far and had to throw it away. But it was necessary. The nitroglycerin made his heart run slowly, he needed to have his quirk flowing or you didn't know what would happen. You weren't trying to risk it so you could feel him up.

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[augustameretrix]

losing it over the level of details of the darn fingernails in the models and in the coloring/shading... vi has long nail beds and curved nails, her thumbs' are especially broad, she either lets them or cant help but let them grow beyond the bed (btw the colors there... extraordinary. makes her nails look kinda brittle) and when she shortens them she just clips them, resulting in an uneven and frayed edge

notice how she has to place her fingers parallel to the surfaces she's touching in order not to scratch them (also re: that third pic, is she double-jointed? my thumbs cant do that)

whereas cait has shorter nail beds and flat, square-ish nails which she clips and files often.

and again the artists keep that in mind when making cait's hands very very grabby. she can (likes to?) feel everything on her fingertips, all the way to the front, right up to where the skin meets the nail, so she flexes her distal phalanges to get that grip

fortiche i owe you my life for keeping track of the characters' distinct nails + fingers

[benkeibear]

cw: fingering, squirting, overstimulation & Choso being needy

Inexperienced!Choso lacks technique but he makes it up with how eager he is. How he doesn't even realize how he's overstimulating you because he just can't get enough of the feeling of your wet cunt rubbing against his palm while his middle and ring finger curl so deep inside of you. Or how he whimpers when you squirt over his wrist because it just became too much.

All he knows is that your cunt looks so beautiful when it's glistening in the dim light of his bedroom and how badly he wants to get a taste of you. Perhaps you'd even pull his hair when his lips suckle on your cute clit before his tongue laps up everything your cunt offers to him.

[sunlitmcgee]

say No to the supposed toxic yaoi of shipping a rapist abusive creep with a man who enabled him and was then tortured by him for several months.

Embrace, or at least consider, instead, the nuanced tenderness of a woman and a man, both hurt by the same monster, in a kinder ending, being able to heal their bodies from where he touched them. Regaining parts of themselves. Connecting and apologizing and healing alongside one another, growing into happy people who will live far beyond the events on that awful ship.

And have her peg him

[silcodependent]

Sway Silco x Fem!Reader

5.5K Words - NSFW Explicit MDNI Silco POV / Changing POV

Chapter 12

Rules were meant to be broken. At least that’s how Silco felt when it came to your rules. He enjoyed your cat and mouse, taking full advantage of the obvious attraction, dangling temptation ever so close. Pressing his luck.

You were resolute, however. Something that impressed him as much as it frustrated him. You were infuriatingly disciplined but also beautiful, clever, intelligent, charismatic, and an undeniable tease. Silco had never met anyone like you.

Being a tease was central to your business but the way you wielded that power offstage had wormed its way into his mind making for a delicious distraction. During the day he forced those thoughts from his mind, but at night he let them have a little more leeway. Occasionally he even let himself enjoy them.

Imagining the two of you playing your little game until the temptation became too much to bear. 

Imagining breaking the rules you clung to so desperately. 

Imagining you loving every moment of it. 

Thoroughly ruining you. 

Silco had spent more nights than he would ever admit thinking of all the ways he’d break you and put you back together again. Reducing you to nothing more than a sobbing, pleading mess beneath his touch. 

There was no denying the effect you had on him on those nights. But more dangerous still was the lingering fondness and soft sentiment that persisted into the light of day. What had begun as seductive tet a tet had bloomed into something more. A secret that Silco would take with him to the grave rather than having to acknowledge such weakness aloud. As much as he fought it, he was fully enchanted by you. Just like the rest of Piltover. 

He had kept himself entertained with dalliances over the years but never anything quite like this. Never anyone he was truly curious about. Never a true equal. And that’s how he liked it. It kept things simple and let him focus fully on the Cause. Silco shook his head at the irony. It had never been a ‘rule’ per say, but it was another thing you shared. And it certainly didn’t tame his desire to see you break.

Silco leaned his back against the brick of your apartment building with a dull thud, a perfect expression of his frustration, desire, and exasperation at the whole situation. A fire that he tended to, all too happy to keep lit-- if for nothing else just to watch it burn. He fumbled in his coat pockets for a cigarette muttering awed curses. 

You were more than he could have ever dreamed of. You were perfect. The perfect partner for a Kingpin. A showstopper. 

He tried to dismiss such thoughts with the light of his cigarette and return to fantasies of having you bent over the edge of the stage at your own club. Or over the bar with its glittering glass bottles clinking with every thrust. Or perhaps one of the tables in those velvet lined booths. Or the railing of your own balcony with that breathtaking view of the bridge.

Silco’s bicolored eyes traced the lines of cracked mortar up several stories until they met the ledge of that balcony. He knew exactly which one was yours. The view would be beautiful from there, but nearly as beautiful as the sight of you beneath him. The railing pressing into you as you arched your back giving him more access to your dripping heat. His long fingers gripping the generous swell of those hips to near bruising, anchoring you against his powerful measured thrusts that reverberated through the metal of the railing. 

There was a lavish pleasure to his hum as he eyed that balcony over the bright burning cherry of his cigarette.

Since your initial meeting Silco had kept a close eye on you. Where you went, what you were up to, and with whom. Perhaps it was overstepping but he was curious after all. Curious about who the hell you actually were. Who had he invited into the Undercity when he sold Remy those buildings. Curious about you.

Having you tailed was easy for Silco to dismiss as protecting his investment, even though a part of him knew better. Protection was certainly part of the motivation but he was surprised by how little you needed. Once the Club had opened it only took Silco’s men one or two times to get the message across that you weren't to be touched. Of course they got that message across by shattering one man’s face, another’s leg but you would never have to know that. The part that surprised Silco the most was how much the Undercity had embraced you. Maybe it was because you never charged any of them admission to the club, while being all too happy to charge the Pilites double. Maybe it was the attention you gave them during every performance. Most of the Underground was used to being looked over in favor of the pristine wealth that they could never touch. But you didn’t bat an eye at that. You’d spend just as much time with those from the Undercity as those from the shining buildings of the upper city, without a second thought of what it could be costing you. Regardless of the reason, The Undercity adored you. It became obvious in the following weeks that there was no need for Silco to have you followed for your own protection but he still hadn’t called them off. He liked to know where you went, who you talked to. What you were up to. 

Which is why it was a relief to learn that the Kanes were merely fans you were fond of. That he could handle. But the way he had heard Nox talking about you--

Silco took a deep drag of his cigarette. A distraction. Looking up at the night sky from the brick alley of your apartment building, he was surprised by how many stars were visible tonight. The fog and glow of Undercity blocked all such views from the Lanes. But here, there was a serene sensation of being outside time forged by the quiet, the neighboring empty buildings, the broken street lights and the darkness they afforded. This was something Silco had encountered many times on one of his strolls through the Undercity but this was different. For reasons he didn’t want to think about. It was time to go, to walk. 

A flash of your face looking over your shoulder at him, racked with ecstasy as he took you from behind, the glint of the lights of the bridge, of Piltover in the distance, a fleeting image in his mind.

Enough. It was time to go, to walk. 

The Piltover Bridge held both good and bad memories for Silco, but it was the view that kept him returning to the place he should despise. He liked the way it looked over the Undercity and the roiling dark waters that divided it from the pristine shore and streets of its counterpart. It also provided a perfect reminder of the juxtaposition of those who had everything, those who had nothing, and the darkness in between. The gold and the gutter. The Cause.

That’s what needed his attention now. Not you. You got plenty of attention from others, even if you expressed disinterest in it. Even if you had expressed interest, excitement at the idea of having him around. He wanted to hate you for being such a distraction, but he didn’t. He found you too amusing. Too alluring. A puzzle for him to crack. A challenge.

But he did his best to turn such thoughts into something more productive. If they were going to take up space in his mind, he might as well enjoy them, a thought he mulled over as he made his way towards the bridge. 

He could have had you tonight, right there in the alleyway. He had felt your resistance slipping, that resolve failing. It was in your eyes, more and more they had become deep pools of want. You looked tormented by it. And oh, how he would release you, he thought as the sounds of his footsteps echoed into the empty night. How you would beg for it.

In the dust of the alleyway. In the stairwell of your apartment. Against your door. On your counters. Each image of you beneath him, willing, pliable, better than the one before.

Your hands in his hair. His teeth trailing down your neck. Strong fingers tugging instantly at your clothes until you were fully exposed, unable to hide your want any longer. 

His lips on yours. Your legs spread on his desk. In his bedroom. In his bed moving in unison to the soft sounds of sighs you shared. A secret that only you knew the significance of. A breath you shared in your undeniable pull towards one another. The sway you held over each other.

No. 

Silco snapped his attention back to Bridge and its stagnant lights above him. The rush of water in the silence. He willed it to drown those thoughts out. The thoughts that were too close and too deep, like a lethal wound. A danger in your softness and the softness it inspired within him.

That wouldn’t do. 

Too soft. Too…

Images of you dissolving into desperate puddles of desire, however, helped return the control Silco required for your dance. That’s as far as he could let himself indulge in you. The rest…the rest would have to be chased off with desire and impending release. A nagging demand that must be answered to tonight if there was any hope of refocusing his attention back to his work.

Silco sighed and took the last drag of his cigarette before stomping it out on white stone of the bridge. He did his best to drag the ash out with his boot leaving a dirty gray mark for the Pilities to clean up. At least he had accomplished that much by coming to the bridge tonight. Not what he had hoped to but seeing as thoughts of you wouldn’t be banished without some attention, it would have to do. 

Silco did his best to keep such thoughts at bay until he was back in his office with the door locked behind him. The stiffness that remained from earlier caused enough problems already. He dropped into his chair with relief. It had been a long night. His work newly abandoned for the evening, he could let himself relax. He didn’t have to fend off those too enticing thoughts. He could finally enjoy them. A danger still, but a danger and delight.

Perhaps that’s why the Undercity had embraced you so readily. They saw in you what was in each of them. That sharp glint in your eye that could only mean one thing. Danger. And a true sign that you belonged. You were one of us. 

The danger certainly was real but nothing in the Lanes came without danger. In fact, that might be the most enticing part of both. A chuckle rumbled through Silco’s chest at the musing as he shed his vest and began work on his tie. 

He imagined your hands pulling the fabric instead, slow, delicate, intentional. The heat burning behind your eyes, overpowering all of that previous resistance. Forcing yourself into slow movements to suppress your own desperation and keep from losing control completely. But it wouldn’t be long now. Not with that pained look on those lovely features that gave away how you ached for him. He would not deny you. But he would take his time with you. Enjoy every small sound he could pull from you until that desperation overcame you and left you begging for his permission to cum. 

Silco hummed in satisfaction at the image in his mind, his pants now constricting painfully at the thought. Just what did you wear under those glimmering dresses? Elaborate lingerie of decadent lace? Or perhaps that was just for stage. Perhaps, when you thought no one else was looking, you wore nothing under those dresses at all. Silco enjoyed that thought the most. 

The wonder he would feel when he unzipped that gown to reveal you, completely exposed to him. His hands trailing lightly over the outline of your curves, finding purchase on your waist. He’d lift you against him and carry you to his desk where he could truly admire you. Naked in nothing but your diamond jewelry, basking in the green light spilling in from the window, making his desk look like a throne you sat atop of. He would drink you in with his eyes first, then his lips. Your delicate neck and collar bone, supple breasts, the curve of your waist giving into those divine hips and generous thighs. He would worship each with his lips before indulging himself in you. His hands would cup and knead at those perfect breasts, long fingers circling and pinching your erect nipples to the encouragement of your wanton sighs. An attention he would follow with his lips, licking your nipple in a teasing temptation before sucking and nipping at the sensitive area usually hidden behind the shine of crystal pasties. 

But not tonight. Tonight you had fully given yourself over to him and he would make it worth your while. You arched into his touch as he moved to lavish your other breast with the same attention drawing a moan from those beautiful lips. Large hands came to rest on your waist and you indulged in every touch he gave you, lost to your own pleasure. His hands encompassed you, making you seem small beneath him. A thought he had never entertained, as his hands found your legs lifting them onto the desk as his mouth began to work down your stomach, your hips. You whined in impatient anticipation. Lower and lower, taking his sweet time, he intended to draw out each of those sweet sounds. 

He splayed his hand across your chest and you followed the simple command, laying back on your elbows in one fluid motion granting him access to your dripping sex. It was hard not to stare, such a perfect image of want; the wetness that covered the inside of your spread thighs, that pretty little cunt, the rise and fall of your perfect breasts with each pleading pant, the look of desperation that was painted on your face, as though it might consume you, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Most men would have come undone at this sight alone. But he wasn’t done with you. Not by a long shot.

His breath tickled warmth across your sex and he heard your gasp from above him. He chuckled, sending more breath into your folds.

“So sensitive.” His voice, gentle and teasing. 

A lascivious whine was your only reply, fingers now digging into the desk in your desperation. How he loved seeing you like this. All bravado and armor gone, naked in more ways than one. 

“You look terribly touch-starved, darling. When was the last time someone touched you?”

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak, just let your head fall back against the desk with a desperate whine. If only you could see the sadistic smile that pulled from those scarred lips. He extended a long finger and lightly traced the exterior of your folds, causing your body to go taught like electricity jolting through you, back arching off the table in a silent plea for contact. 

“So eager”, Silco chided, pressing a hand to your pelvis encouraging you to melt into the desk, into his touch.

Fingers continued their exploration circling the outside of you, not giving you the satisfaction of anything more.

“I’m willing to bet no one’s touched you since you arrived in the undercity.” A finger ghosted over your wetness and he could see the way you fought from squirming on his desk.

“Am I right?” He asked innocently as he lightly ran a finger from base to clit. You let out a loud cry that arched your back off the table again. If there was anyone left in the Last Drop, it would be no secret what you were doing behind the locked door of his office. For that reason alone he wished he’d left it unlocked. Let them see. 

“Tsk tsk, I don’t believe that’s an answer” he said as he repeated the movement. This time the sound that left you was a moan so full of desire it broke Silco’s concentration, as he watched the sound draw you up, propped on elbows panting and looking at him, eyes wide with your silent plea. You nodded your head fiercely. 

“Words, darling. Use your words.” He returned to tracing his fingers languidly on your lips. You blushed at his gentle reprimand as your brows pinched in frustration. Your desperation was becoming unbearable.

“Yes! It’s been so long! You’re the only one in this city that--Ah!” your words cut off by the press of his middle finger to your clit. Such a needy thing. Such a delight to play with.

You stayed propped up on your elbows panting, eyes locked on his, desperate for more.

“You’re the only one I’ve let touch me in a long time” your voice was barely above a whisper.

That was exactly what he wanted to hear. The fire behind his eyes lit in response. 

“Good girl” he cooed, giving into you just a bit. Stroking your cunt in long unhurried movements. You let a soft moan of relief escape as your head rolled back on to the desk again, indulging yourself fully in the pleasure he was giving. 

“I’m honored.” His digits now coated in your arousal pressed into your core and you gave a blissful shuttered breath in response to the finger he’d plunged inside you. One he removed nearly completely before driving it back into your warmth, working you, pumping you.

You’d always been beautiful. Too beautiful. But this, watching your longing movements wracked with ecstasy as that soft smile lingered on your lips--it was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was enough to make--

No. His eyes squeezed shut driving the thought from his mind. All was still for a moment in the silence. A focusing breath. Then the pleasure returned.

He forced a sharp exhale and a second finger in along with the first, giving you no time to prepare or adjust. A sharp gasp burst from your lips causing you to sit up a little further, only to be met with that wicked smile of his, the pain increasing the pleasure. You couldn’t help the urge to move your hips along with his touch and he knew it. 

Such a pretty sight, he thought, lowering his head again to your core. Watching you as your brows furrowed with anticipation at where he was heading. He could hear the sound of fingernails on wood as he got closer and closer to that wetness. He removed his fingers and you whined from the loss of contact. He nearly chuckled at such neediness, but instead he took pride in licking a long slow stripe to your folds from back to front that had you crying out. Every muscle tensed in your body as you whined for him to do it again. He obliged, leaving you panting. By the third time you had fallen back on the desk in ecstasy. 

So responsive to his every touch. You were perfect. He repeated the motion again, this time circling your clit with his tongue when he reached the top. The moan you let out was unlike anything he’d ever heard and made the strain in his pants almost unbearable. He had to have you. But not yet. Just a little longer like this. Tasting you, feeling your walls clench around nothing as his tongue brushed over you. Silco hummed his approval at your sounds, sending vibrations through you that had you writhing on his face. 

Greedy little thing. He thought as he sucked on that sensitive bud of nerves. Your hand slipped into his hair pulling with desperation at the strands, a plea for more as you cried out into the stillness of his office.

Would he let you cum like this? Or leave you here to finish you in another way?

“Silco!”

The cry of his name cleared all thoughts of toying with you. It made every muscle in him go tight, and left him with one desire. To hear you say it again.

He worked his fingers back into you, pumping you with the fullness you craved. His tongue swirled around your pearl before he sucked it between his lips.

“Ah! Gods--Silco!” 

You were close now. Silco stared into your wide eyes as you approached your release, the want, the pure need in them was nearly enough to make him come undone with you. 

“Please--Ssilco, please!” You begged between gasps of air. Such pretty begging, it gave him chills. He had no intention of denying you.

Another wicked suck of your pearl as he plunged his fingers into you had you screaming his name as your walls clenched around the digits still buried inside you. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, continued to lap at your clit, continued to work you through wave after wave of your orgasm as you rode out every pleasurable moment on his face. Finally, you went limp with only the panting of heavy pleasure echoing in the empty room. 

But Silco did not stop. His tongue swirled around your clit again and again. You let out a shriek and shuttered from the overstimulation, scrambling to push him away. But Silco had not had his fill of you and his grip on your thighs was proof of it. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his fingers dug into the soft flesh, hard enough to leave bruises. Good.

“Silco--! It’s too much--I can't!!” You cried out.

He could feel your muscles spasming against him and chuckled. The sensation tore through you as fingers clutched soft hair again. Panting, your grip tightened as all resistance diminished, slowly moving your hips against his mouth instead. He hummed against your sex and you moaned in response giving yourself over to the pleasure as you whispered his name over and over.

Everything about you was divine to Silco. You tasted of salvation and damnation and made his blood boil. His own desperation fueled by seeing your pleasure. The aching need had become irresistible. You would be his and he would claim every inch of you. Again and again. On every surface of this damn building. 

His eyes flashed with the glint of something dangerous as he pulled away from your heat, a string of arousal still connecting you. Your legs trembled at the sight of his sharp features painted with your wetness. Silco’s graceful hand wiped his face clean, only to lick your slick off his fingers, sucking each clean while holding that molten stare. It left you speechless. 

“You taste…”

You swallowed dryly, suddenly self conscious.

“...incredible.” The sound was as lewd as the action and you were mesmerized by it. You had already cum once but the tension was building again. Even looking at him like this left you slack jawed. 

It would be selfish to ask for more, even in your own fantasy. What he had already given you with his tongue and his fingers still had you catching your breath, but that didn’t stop you from craving more of him inside you. You wanted to feel him, you wanted him to feel you. You wanted to watch his face as he buried his cock inside you for the first time. 

If you could keep her eyes open, that is. The line between reality, dream, and fantasy danced and blended to the point where you no longer knew where you were. Not in the alleyway, not anymore. Your bedroom? An office somewhere? It didn’t matter. Not when Silco looked at you like that. All your resolve melted away. You’d let him take her in the middle of the bridge in broad daylight. You were his. Entirely his. It felt so good not to fight it anymore. Even better to enjoy each other, like a reward, like fate. 

Silco removed the last finger from his mouth with a pop, before his lips curled into a wolfish grin.

“Can you handle more, Darling?”

It was both a question and a challenge. You wished you could find her voice instead of just nodding with vigor, but words had failed you. You were completely empty of anything but your need for him.

Gods you were perfect. Past the point of speech already and he hadn’t even given you his cock yet. Silco found a cruel amusement in your enthusiasm, as your hands hastily fumbled with the buttons of his pants. He had no intention of being cruel, he’d give you what you were after.

With a final tug of fabric you had freed him, the full length of him springing forward from the confines of his pants. Your hurried motions halted as you took in the sight of him. Large, long and fully erect, enough to cast a noticeable shadow in green light spilling in from the street. You  reached for him, taking him in your hand, now small by comparison. Or had you always been so small beside him? He couldn’t recall. Your eyes met his as you began to pump him slowly. 

Silco’s heavy sigh filled the silence between you, his eye fluttering shut at the feel of your hand. It was lovely. But it was not what he was after. You watched his expression with a gentle smile on your lips while you stroked him smooth and steady. He needed you. 

The press of long fingers into your bare chest had your back hitting the desk again, this time not nearly as smooth. Silco watched as your chin dipped, eyes focused on his length as he positioned himself between your legs, aligning himself with your core. 

You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, laid out before him, legs spread, desperate and waiting. Silco took his time as he buried himself inside you. Pressing past your entrance he could feel you stretching around him, unbelievably tight and wet, and released a groan as he continued on. His fingers gripped your hips as he filled you painfully slowly. Your back arched in desire and in protest. You wanted more of him. Had to have more of him.

Such a greedy little thing. 

Once buried to the hilt, he gave you a moment to adjust before he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust himself back in, quicker and harsher than before. You moaned for him, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as he continued to pick up the pace.

If he had thought you were beautiful before it was nothing compared to now. His name on your lips as your hips met his in each thrust, taking all of him, breasts bouncing from each union, face etched with ecstasy. Nothing could be more beautiful than this.

Nothing could feel better than this. He knew you’d feel good but this…Janna, this could ruin him.

The feeling of him inside of you was like nothing you’d felt before. Had it been that long or was there something about this that was different? Something about him that was different. That was the truth you were unwilling to see. Something that you couldn’t consider when each thrust of his hips hit a spot inside of you that made you see stars and cry out in pleasure. When had anyone felt this good? When had anything felt so right?

So vocal. So responsive. So sensitive. He could watch you like this all night. Each motion met with a moan, a sigh, a whimper of your own desire. Nothing could be more divine. Except to watch you come undone around him.

Silco’s deft fingers slid down your thigh, between your legs, to find your swollen bud at the top of your heat. Your whine grew louder. His fingers circled your clit in time with each thrust. Your brows knit together and Silco watched as you gasped for breath between moans. You were tightening around him and soon his moans joined your own. His name was a mantra on your lips, like a prayer you’d been saying all your life as your nails dug into his desk. Adding mark after mark telling the story of tonight, of each tease and release Silco had given you. Of the way you had blossomed for him, like you were doing right now. The coil twisting and tightening inside you in unbearable pleasure. How long could you last, he wondered.

Unbearable pleasure. 

That was the only way to describe it. 

To be so thoroughly consumed with want and desire that every muscle in your body begged for release. 

Cried out for it. 

For mercy. 

For more.

“Silco-!” a plea, and he knew it.

He cocked a curious eyebrow as he continued his ministrations. 

“Yes, darling? Is there something that you need?” His dark voice, a cool seductive pool to fall into. So measured and smooth even now. How did he do it?

He pistoned into you as needy whine spilled out, both at the feeling of his cock and his words. You could hardly think, hardly breathe.

“Are you close?” He teased. 

You were helpless but to endure it, nodding furiously.

“And would you like me to let you cum again?” The authority in his voice gave you chills. It wasn’t until now that you had even considered him denying you. Something that he must have seen from the desperation in your eyes as nodded again in answer.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” he sounded through the panting of his breath. He was close too.

“Words, darling. We’ve been over this. Where are your manners?” He said sharp features cutting a smile across his as he thrust each word into you. 

“Please!” The plea broke from you as a shout as you fought to regain some sense of control from all the pleasure spilling out of you. Pleasure he was responsible for.

The whimper at his command was like music. But nothing gave him more joy than your words.

“Please! Sil- Please!” you begged.

“No one has,” you let out a broken moan, “ever made me feel this good.”

Gods he wanted that to be true. Was it wrong for him to enjoy seeing you like this? That witty mouth of yours almost speechless from the pleasure he was giving you. His taunting you back into that pretty pretty begging, to the word he was so desperate to hear. To the words that had the power to break him.

“No one has ever” you repeated, mouth frozen in an O at a particularly delicious stroke he had given you, “Made me feel like this.” 

The words alone had the coil inside him tightening to the point of breaking. His fingers dug into the ample flesh on your hips, his own desperate attempt at control. Silco smiled down at you watching how you lost yourself to the pleasure he was giving you. Gods, he was close.

“Good girl. So well mannered. Cum. I want you to cum on my cock while I fuck you senseless.”

The teasing touch turned into tight circles around you clit as he fucked you harshly with each stroke. It was with a cry of his name that you came undone around him. Back arching off the desk, gasping, eyes meeting his. Walls tightening, squeezing, fluttering as he continued to fuck you through your release. Rapture and ecstacy over taking each part as each wave washed over you until your orgasm began to subside. 

The sight of you, that look in your eye, had him stumbling off the edge too. Crashing into you with the force of his orgasm as it tore through him with an intensity he had never felt before, painting your insides with his cum.

Silco squeezed his eyes shut coming down from his orgasm, panting, as he felt the wet of his own release coating his fingers. 

It was late and The Last Drop was empty. Thank the Gods. 

Silco opened a drawer in his desk removing a handkerchief and promptly began cleaning himself up. The office was empty, save for him in his chair and every sound seemed to echo with its emptiness. 

He stared at the spot he had imagined her in with such clarity it had almost felt real this time. But it hadn't been real and the spot remained empty still. As did his office and his bedroom. 

He hadn’t meant to imagine her here. That had been both an accident and a mistake. It should have been in that dirty alleyway or her club or anywhere but here. Somewhere far far away. But instead he stared at his desk, eyes of fire and ice tracing pristine wood instead of small scratches.

Cleaned up now, Silco took the stairs up towards his bedroom where there was no one waiting for him. No one to care if he smelled of sex. No one to notice how he shivered against the cold of the sheets, waiting for his heat to sink in and for sleep to take him.