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igbylicious · 11 months ago

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knockout [woosan x reader]

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, boxer au, friends with benefits

summary: Wooyoung invites you over to play after San wins his latest match.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: boxer San, manager Wooyoung, threesome, consensual somnophilia (San is the one asleep), blow job, hand job, spit kink, face-sitting, cunnilingus, face-fucking, choking on cock, cumplay (eating and sharing), dirty talk, San has bruises, they use the pet names ‘baby’ and ‘good girl’ for you but no pronouns, reader wears a dress, established Woosan, San is whiny while he sleeps but gets cocky when awake, Wooyoung is a mischievous lil’ shit (affectionate) the whole way through

a/n: my first ateez fic! please consider a like/reblog if you like it (❁´◡`❁)

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Your phone buzzes late at night, and you already know who it is before looking. You tear yourself away from the TV and check your messages, where you find a selfie from Wooyoung.

His hair is getting longer, pushed back with sunglasses resting on top of his head. (Even though it’s already dark out. Poser.) He wears a black-and-white shirt with a busy pattern and just one button too many undone, a heavy silver necklace around his neck. But all of that is just a sideshow to the main point of the selfie; Wooyoung is winking cheekily at the camera, holding up a big wad of cash. San won the match.

does this mean takeout is on you guys next time? you text him. After a brief pause you add, also congratulations i guess

(But the dismissive tone is just for show, riling each other up a natural part of your relationship with Wooyoung. You’re smiling as you press send, knowing how much a win means to him and San, how hard they work for it.)

Your phone buzzes again. you should come over

for takeout?

idk about takeout but there’s definitely a meal in it for you 😏😜😘🍆💦

You can’t decide whether to grin or roll your eyes at the message and its string of emojis at the end, but you do send Wooyoung an affirmative text back. Your face decides on a grin as you put your phone down, a spark of excitement coursing through you. Guess you’re going out tonight after all.

This thing between you and San and Wooyoung has been going on long enough that usually you don’t even bother dressing up for them anymore, but hey, it’s a special occasion, right? So you slip on some lacy panties and wiggle into a cute dress, and do a quick check in the mirror to make sure you’re looking at least halfway decent. (Not too much fuss. Wooyoung did text you in the middle of the night.)

Just before you go, your phone buzzes one last time; Wooyoung warns you to send a text once you get to the apartment, not ring the door. At first you do not give it too much thought; they do live in a crappy old place, might just be that the doorbell is broken.

But then the added photo loads, and you see San is conked out on the couch, sitting with spread legs and his head lolled back, mouth slightly hanging open. Apparently he hasn’t even changed clothes since the match, wearing a dirty white tank top and a smattering of bruises across his tanned skin. His dark hair is a mess, pretty lips set in a natural pout while he sleeps.

Immediately, a fresh buzz of excitement surges through you. There is a whole new layer of thrill to this invitation now.

After driving over, you send Wooyoung a text that you’ve arrived. He opens the door for you with a bright grin, and puts a quick finger to his lips to indicate you have to be quiet. His sunglasses have disappeared somewhere between making a selfie and your arrival, saving him a roasting from you. He gives your dress an appreciative once-over, and casually kisses your cheek as he lets you in, resting his hand on the small of your back. His good mood is incredibly obvious, fingers brushing against the top of your ass.

You slip off your shoes and step further into the apartment. The place is a bit messy as always, furnished with a combo of thrift-shop finds, stuff they won off bets, and random things donated by friends. (Even their old van is a hand-me-down, though you have no idea where they got it from.)

The result is a home that’s chaotic, but friendly. Shelves piled with keepsakes, stories attached to everything they own. And for all the messiness, at least they do keep it somewhat clean.

There is a desk in the corner, with a few neat piles of paper money on top. Clearly Wooyoung was in the middle of counting — and accounting, his books laying open with a pen next to them. Despite all his antics, Wooyoung is actually pretty responsible with money. He knows that he needs to be, never sure when they’ll get their next win. (You suspect they run a few less-than-legal stints on the side, but neither seems too keen on making that their main gig.)

And then there is San, sitting on their old couch. Still fast asleep.

“Look how tired,” Wooyoung murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “He worked so hard today, I thought we should reward him. How about it, hm? Don’t you think he deserves a prize for taking home the victory?”

You lick your lips, a sharp craving growing in the pit of your stomach at the sight of San’s soft, sleeping face. As far as you are concerned, you are the one getting a prize here. It’s been a long time since you last had the chance to indulge in this particular kink; it can be tricky to coordinate when you don’t actually live in the same house.

And San makes such pretty noises when he’s asleep.

Wooyoung grins at the expression on your face. “Good girl,” he whispers indulgently, pressing one last kiss on your cheek before he playfully slaps your ass, pushing you towards the couch.

You glare back at him, even if the slap sent a crackle of pleasure through you. Just out of principle, to let Wooyoung know he can’t get away with everything. (He can absolutely get away with everything.)

But then you shift your focus to San, getting on your knees in front of him as quietly as possible. He usually is a deep sleeper but still, you are not about to risk waking him too early. You do take a moment to just look at him; to take in the way his broad chest moves with slow, even breaths.

The hard, battered muscles of his body are completely relaxed now, arms laying uselessly on the couch. There are marks on his knuckles, and it’s odd to think he was using those same fists to beat someone up, all for a cash prize, just a mere few hours ago. He looks so soft now. Not for the first time, you marvel at how handsome he is, the sharp cut of his jawline, pronounced cheekbones and pouty lips. So damn gorgeous, even with bruises marring his face, a particularly nasty one on the corner of his mouth. You want to kiss it, but you tuck that thought away for later.

San’s legs are already conveniently spread for you to shuffle close; could be a happy coincidence, could be that San was expecting this. Expecting you.

(This was a conversation you had long ago, where he’d given you a free pass to ‘wake’ him if an opportunity presented itself. It is entirely possible that he and Wooyoung discussed this before contacting you, and something about the idea of San falling asleep while thinking of your mouth on his dick makes you squirm in the best way.)

You press a hand against the front of his sweats, feeling the outline of his cock. You squeeze it with a light touch, give the impressive length a gentle stroke, and delight at the little “Hmm” that San sighs out.

Encouraged by the sound, you pull down the waistband of San’s sweats just enough so you can take his cock out, heavy in your hand. Still soft, though he gives a beautiful twitch when your thumb runs across a vein across the underside.

Your eyes glance up when Wooyoung sits down, just as carefully as you had been. He is slouched next to San with an arm slung across the back of the couch, fingers ghosting against San’s hair but never touching, while he raises his other hand to bite at his thumb. Uncharacteristically quiet, watching with rapt attention.

Heat pools between your thighs, you love being on display for him, teasing a sleeping San. You’re keenly aware of how your dress has ridden up, your ass sticking out, your neckline low enough for an ample view of your cleavage — though you’re sure it’s your hand that has Wooyoung’s full attention right now, wrapped around his lover’s slowly hardening dick.

You gather saliva in your mouth, then let it dribble down on your fingers and San’s cock. He moans, shifting slightly, lips parting a little wider as you take advantage of the easier slide of your palm. The sound goes right to your core; San’s moans are just a bit shallower when he is asleep, a bit more high-pitched. More needy.

More noises start to slip from his lips as you slowly stroke the length of his thick cock, thumb playing against his slit. Sometimes his hips shift to follow your movement, but he does not wake, his conscious mind unaware of your fist working him to full hardness.

San is getting beautifully flushed, a redness blooming across his cheeks and neck as he lets out a faint whimper, brow furrowed. It is always a fun game, to see how far you can take him before he wakes up — before you are treated to that toe-curling moment of aroused disorientation on San’s face, that split-second where he can’t quite figure out why he is so fucking horny until he sees you, nested between his thighs, and a sleepy yet cocky grin breaks out on his face.

But it’s not come so far yet; San is still under the hold of his tired slumber. His breath hitches as your fist twists around the head of his cock, almost like a little hiccup, precum mingling with your spit. You know you can’t hold off your impatience for much longer.

Wooyoung is still staring, though his eyes wander between San’s cock and the wiggle of your ass, his cheeky tongue dipping out to wet his lips. His gaze is heated, intense, and the slight asymmetry of his eyelids makes his stare only more attractive and striking, dotted by the little mole under his eye. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches, but grins when he catches you watching him in turn. He leans forward, elbow on his knees, and beckons for you to offer your hand.

You do so, and watch how Wooyoung decadently works his mouth and lets a thick globule of spit fall past his lips, onto your waiting palm. His grin widens when you moan weakly as his saliva mingles with yours, with San’s precum, and generously gives you more until your hand is messy and slick. Finally satisfied, Wooyoung leans back with a flirty wink.

You make good use of Wooyoung’s ‘contribution’, pumping San just a little faster now. His noises start to pick up, face contorted with unaware pleasure as a small trail of drool escapes the corner of his mouth. It won’t be long now before he wakes. Honestly, you are surprised it has lasted this long at all; San’s fight must have been particularly strenuous tonight.

Just when you contemplate whether it’s time to get your tongue involved, Wooyoung suddenly gets up from the couch.

You try not to get distracted by him moving around behind you, keeping your focus on San, but then you feel a little tap against your ass. You turn your head to see him lying on his back, head between your feet with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Lift your ass up, he mouths and gestures simultaneously.

You do exactly that, allowing Wooyoung to slide under you with his hands on your waist, his face right underneath the flimsy scrap of lace that covers your dripping core, barely worth the name ‘underwear’. “Seriously?” you whisper, though even just the sight of him, raised eyebrow and ready to eat you out, has more arousal leaking into your panties.

“Hey, San isn’t the only one who worked hard for this match,” Wooyoung whispers quietly, wetting his lips. “Don’t I deserve a reward, too?”

Well… If Wooyoung’s idea of a reward is to have you ride his face, then who are you to deny him? You really keep getting the better deal out of their hard-earned victory. Still, you roll your eyes at him, just to let him know how ridiculous you think he’s being, though the increasingly damp spot on your underwear tells Wooyoung all he needs to know.

He lets out a pleased, dark chuckle as you lower yourself down, his hands gripping tighter onto your waist as he positions you for the best angle. He does not even bother to pull the scrap of lace aside, happily eating you out through it.

San whines when your fingers squeeze around him, liquid oozing from the tip, his hips stuttering lightly before he settles back down. His cock is flushed dark, pulsing in your hand, but it is hard to focus on him right now. A lazy hand continues to stroke him while you struggle to focus on anything but Wooyoung’s muffled moans against your sopping heat.

You bite your lip to keep silent, hips moving on their own accord as Wooyoung’s nose presses against your clit, his mouth undeterred by the obstruction of lace as he makes a sloppy mess of your cunt, eagerly lapping away.

Wooyoung is rarely this quiet, but today he foregoes his usual dirty talk and running commentary to direct his full attention on reducing you to a mindless mess. He is a fiend with his mouth either way, thick swipes of his tongue and grazing teeth, mouth suckling at you through the now-ruined lace.

It takes all your self-control to stay on task, to not get distracted by the sound of a zipper, and soon after the wet noise of Wooyoung jerking himself off, still moaning against your leaking cunt. You shake yourself out of it, wrapping your lips around just the head of San’s cock, licking at the steady stream of precum while you use both hands to work his length. He twitches in your mouth, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to cum without even waking up at all.

But then Wooyoung uses his nose to nudge your panties aside and sucks directly at your clit, and you moan loudly around San’s cock at the sudden stimuli.

San starts awake at the vibration, his hips reflexively jerking forward. You happily meet his thrust to gag on him, making San hiss a throttled curse. “F-fuck, what’s-ahhh—”

His hand flies to your hair, instinctively holding you in place. Your eyes tear up as he hits the back of your throat and stays there, but you can still glance upward to look at him — and he’s a fucking sight to behold. Bleary-eyed and disoriented, his mouth slack and panting hard for breath as he tries to get his bearings. Eyes landing on you, his cock twitching as understanding dawns. The moment is every bit as beautiful as you had imagined.

“Look who it is, Sannie,” Wooyoung grins when he notices San is awake, taking a break from tongue-fucking you. “Came over just to congratulate you. Ain’t that sweet?”

“Fuck,” San chokes out, his voice gravelly from sleep. He hisses sharply when you hollow your cheeks and give a light suck, drawing a low groan. Slowly, the sleep retreats from his eyes and is replaced by a dark alertness, though his face is still flushed, his body tired.

Lazily, he lets you continue doing what you do, only stroking your hair in encouragement as he releases you, letting you return to shallower bobs of your head. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groans, biting his lip. Once again, your attention is drawn to the bruise on the corner of his mouth, aching to be kissed — but your own mouth is preoccupied. Later, you promise yourself. There will be time for that later.

As expected, San’s moans are a little deeper now he is awake, slowly rocking his hips as he watches you take him further with every pass of your mouth. You wonder if he’s even aware of the difference in his sounds, or if that’s just a little secret for you and Wooyoung to know.

Speaking of Wooyoung — now that he doesn’t have to keep quiet for San, he gets talkative again. “Use me, baby,” he groans, his fingers digging into your ass. “Come on, ride me a little harder. Don’t be shy. Smear that wet pussy all over my face.”

You don’t need to be told twice, enthusiastically granting Wooyoung’s request. He moans happily as you fuck yourself on his tongue, any further words muffled between your thighs. You’d worry about whether Wooyoung can even breathe, except he has a death-grip on your hips and refuses to let you slow down. His nose repeatedly bumps into your clit, sending sparks through you every time, your moans reverberating around San.

San grunts at the feeling, voice husky and low. But as attractive as the sound is… some part of you wants to hear his whimper again. Just to see if you can make him do it.

Well. There are a few sure-fire ways you know to push San to the very limit and beyond — and one of them is immediately available to you.

He was already pushing deep inside your mouth, but you do your best to relax your throat and surge forward, your nose brushing his pelvis as you choke yourself on his cock, then pull back to do it again. And again. A lewd, wet gurgle filling the room every time, your throat constricting as you strain around his thick shaft, tears burning in your eyes.

San groans at your renewed efforts, a greed shining in his sharp eyes when he realises what you’re doing, what you are asking him to do. His fingers scrape your scalp as they embed tighter around the strands of hair. Recognising the unspoken invitation to fuck your mouth as hard as he wants.

“That’s it,” he growls, “you know how I like it. Choke on my cock, hm? I’ll stuff you until you can’t breathe.”

You can barely breathe already; it’s hard to pull in air through your nose like this, with San steadily rocking his hips forward. You go slack in his hold, just letting him use you to his liking, trying to curl your tongue around the underside of his cock in the way you know drives him up the wall.

Wooyoung makes a noise when you slump down on his face, and you try to catch yourself but he won’t have it, only sucking more eagerly onto your clit as he grabs onto your thighs to keep you in place. You moan loudly, and San curses in response, his breath getting pitchy.

It’s working, you realise. It’s not as much as when he is asleep, but slowly a whiny lilt creeps into San’s voice as he uses your throat, his face contorted with pained pleasure.

Your head starts to spin, the barrage of sensations threatening to overwhelm you. Slick sounds and deep moans, a heady scent of arousal permeating the air. San’s cock obstructing your breath, his little whines; Wooyoung’s tongue nimbly flicking against your clit, his hands squeezing at the soft meat of your thighs. You’re tilting, slowly but surely, right over the edge when Wooyoung sucks harshly, exactly when San whimpers.

It hits you like a freight train, the violent force of it enough to have you sobbing around San’s cock. You tremble and shake as electricity surges through you, only held up by San and Wooyoung’s hold on you.

Your garbled cries take San over the edge with you, though he still has enough restraint to pull back slightly, no longer nudging against your gag reflex. He shudders with a tight hiss, clumsy fingers catching in your hair as he spills hot seed inside your mouth.

You almost choke again; it’s messy, and there is a lot, leaving you to wonder if San has been abstaining before the match. Lately you certainly haven’t done more with them than casual texts or hangouts, but can make no assumptions about what he and Wooyoung get up to when you’re not around.

You try your best not to swallow it down — and not spill a single drop, either. At the latter, you don’t succeed entirely, a thin wet trail dribbling down your lips when San pulls out and slumps back onto the couch with a final, loud groan. But when Wooyoung gets out from underneath to sit next to you, and pushes a thumb on your bottom lip to show him, you can proudly stick out your tongue to him, sticky whiteness on display.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung purrs, fondly cupping your cheek. “Don’t even need me to tell you anymore, huh? So well-behaved for us.”

You moan contently at the praise, and again when Wooyoung eagerly puts his lips on you, sloppily lapping up San’s cum from your chin, your lips, until his tongue invades your mouth for a proper meal. You can taste yourself on him while Wooyoung tastes San, who is watching it all with a small, cocky grin, teeth flashing at you.

Wooyoung lets out a needy moan as he drinks deep, his tongue sliding against yours in a heady dance. He grabs for your hand, guiding you down to his still-hard cock, hot and weeping precum. Your fingers are still messy and slick, making it easy for you to jerk him off while he continues to hungrily kiss you, licking up every last drop he can reach.

It’s less of a challenge to make Wooyoung whimper, but the sound is no less exciting for it, his high-pitched moans like music to your ears. He cums messily in your hand, some spilling onto your dress. With a final bite to your bottom lip, he pulls away from your mouth, eyes heavy-lidded and looking thoroughly fucked out, lips swollen and shiny from the essences of both you and San. You grin at him, lifting your hand to suck his cum off your fingers.

Only then do you turn to San, who is indulging himself with slow strokes on his cock while he still watches you and Wooyoung intently.

“Congratulations on the match,” you say casually, cum-stained fingers lingering on your lips.

San’s grin returns to his face and he grabs your hand to pull you into his lap…where you finally get to kiss that bruise on the corner of his mouth. He winces as you press up to him, and you can hear Wooyoung grouse next to you.

“Be careful with him, alright? That’s my meal ticket you got there,” he complains, dusting himself off as he gets back on his feet.

But San wraps his arms around you, keeping you captive. “You don’t have to be that careful,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands firmly planted on your ass as he grinds you against his crotch. The night is not over quite yet.

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An indeterminate time and a thorough shower later, you are sitting snugly between San and Wooyoung on their shabby old couch. They graciously borrowed you some clothes, leaving you cosily wrapped in a pair of San’s sweats and one of Wooyoung’s oversized hoodies. In your hands you have freshly delivered takeout, enjoying a hot meal together with the guys.

Their treat, of course.

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knavesflames · 3 months ago

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hi el :) imagine arle getting frustrated w reader and grabs her by the throat, harder than she intended to, but then reader enjoys it

mhm I think that could be fun

something something hands something something fingering

Yeah gotta be about the hands I just know you love hands so much

Hello >:) I do love her hands you’re so correct about that. I spent today writing this and at some point I just brain rotted completely and zoned out for a bit but!! Here you go. If she doesn’t do this to me, I will burn the world down <3 /j feel free to have an emoji if you’d like✨

Word count: 2119

Content: reader likes fingers, bratty reader, fem!reader, fingering, asphyxiation (consensual obviously), fingers in mouth, hand over mouth.. you know.

A/N: I tried without using the red colour for Arlecchino. I used it only so I could differentiate between reader and her, but I’m unsure if you guys enjoy it or not. Let me know<3

Nsft utc!

Her hands were the first thing that drew you to her, if you’re honest with yourself. You remember hearing the way her nails drummed against the surface of the counter as she waited for her coffee (double espresso. That’s it. Nothing else). The sound annoyed you, and you remember the way your eyes scanned for the perpetrator so you could politely ask them to stop. You never said anything.

Your eyes had locked onto her hands and you were admiring scrutinising each centimetre of skin. Blackened, though they were, they were slender, and her fingers were long. Even without the nails that looked like they’d scratch out an eye with ease, they were elegant, fitting for a woman of her stature.

Now of course, Arlecchino was no fool. She was plenty aware of what you were staring at, no matter how much you were trying to hide it. She found it endearing, really. How quickly you focused on them, how your breathing got just a little deeper. She liked it, and she liked you. Not just because of this, of course, she’d had her eye on you for a while, but the fact you’d made it clear that you liked her too.. A woman like her gets what she wants, especially when what she wants, wants her.

A relationship quickly formed. It seemed you both fit together quite nicely, despite her cold, closed off nature. It was quite a sweet relationship, apart from the fact that you could be a total brat when she needs it the least. How many punishments would she have to give before you learned? Or, perhaps, you quite liked them. Especially when she used her hands and her fingers.

From the way you watched her fist the base of her favourite strap, to the way you mewled when her fingers curled inside of you, you were both very very much aware of the fact that it was her hands that were the thing that got you off more than anything else. You were both very very much aware that she used that to her advantage.

One day, she was lucky enough to work from home. A rare occurrence, but one she treasures. She does not have to don the suit she wears in public, she can give her feet a much needed rest from the stilettos she refuses to leave the house without. Instead, her outfit is.. almost casual. It’s a nice change, you think. She looks like husband material. You’d never say that. Instead, you decide today is the perfect time to annoy her until you get what you want! Of course you do, you’re just a little slut for her and her hands :(

Your arm snakes over her chest as you stand behind her, your words drawn out and pleading. “Peruere,” you whine, “take a break.”

“I cannot. You know this.” Comes the firm reply. You know this, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It makes you more determined, though. Arlecchino should have known. Your fingers fumble with the buttons of her loose shirt, and your lips kiss the shell of her ear. Arlecchino sighs, her eyes raising from the paper that sits on her desk. Her hand gently slaps your own away, and her voice comes out just a little sharper.

“No. Not right now. Do not be a brat.” It’s a warning, a warning you don’t listen to. “Peruere, I’m wearing the set you like.” Her jaw feathers at that. She’s unsure if it’s the image you’ve set in her mind or the way you say her name, her real name. It’s her weakness, but currently, you’re frustrating her. Beyond belief. And the second you moan into her ear, a fake, airy moan, she loses any control she had.

She spins her chair around, stands up, and pushes you against the nearest wall. Her hands wrap around your throat, and she does not squeeze, but she could. She has. You pretend you don’t like it, but she knows, from experience, the way that your underwear is practically unwearable after thirty seconds. You get so wet for her and she loves it. Her fingers twitch and her thumb strokes your windpipe, just to see the reaction it elicits from you.

“Do you enjoy breathing?” She murmurs, her voice low and soft, a contrast to the way she just slammed you against the wall. When you only smile widely in response, her grip tightens, just enough for you to lose your breath. “Not so much, then.” Arlecchino has a tendency to muse to herself when she renders you incapable of speaking. She does it purely to mock you, to remind you of the fact that she is the one in control, no matter how bratty you can get. When you attempt to reply, and the only thing you can manage is a strangled whisper of her name, full of want, she tightens until your breath stops. She waits, timing the seconds in her head until she knows your vision blurs just a little before her grip relents.

She watches as you gasp for breath and moan at the rush of oxygen, your eyes glassy. (She wouldn’t do it if you didn’t like it, but she vividly remembers the time you asked for it. You tap thrice if it’s too much). “Not so talkative now, are you?”

When you catch your breath enough to speak, she realises your few seconds of breathlessness was not enough. “Perhaps I don’t want to talk.” Your smirk is infuriating, infuriating enough that she scoffs.

“Wanted my full attention, did you?” (Sorry I couldn’t help myself putting her voiceline in there). You shrug, pretending like you really don’t care at all, but when her hand travels down from your throat, nails grazing your perked up nipple that begs to be freed from the restraints of your bra, she knows that your words are complete bullshit.

“You’re a liar. I dislike liars. I can only assume you’re dripping for me, like you usually are.” Arlecchino hisses. She’s annoyed, you can tell that much, because she knows the work she was supposed to do today is forgotten. It always is when you act like this. Her hand leaves your nipple, trailing down your stomach until her nails dip into the waistband of your underwear. You’re lucky enough that she’s filed three of them, just for the days she decides that she doesn’t want you to clench around her strap, but instead, she wants to feel the way her fingers pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you can’t form any words.

When her digits graze your folds and she feels how wet you are without even properly sliding her fingers into your slit, she huffs, her words full of arrogance. “You’re fucking soaked. Over some choking? You’re a good little slut aren’t you?”

You’re already melting at her words alone. The tone of her voice, the way she says such dirty words so softly. It almost makes you think she’ll give you mercy. She will not, not now. She notes the way your breathing, now that you’ve caught your breath, has sped in anticipation. Her digits graze over your sensitive skin, touching everywhere but the one place you need it the most. Her intention is to make you beg, you’ve realised, but you’re adamant that you won’t.

When she realises her current tactic won’t work, she lets her finger give a single tap to your aching, puffy clit. It’s enough for a jolt of pleasure to shoot through your body, your lips parting in a small gasp. She taps again, and once more before she rests her finger there, and doesn’t move it. She watches with amusement as you clumsily grind your hips in an attempt to get friction and sensation, her finger only moving away any time you get even the slightest chance.

“I didn’t say you could do that, did I? Are you really so mindlessly needy that you disobey me?” Her voice only serves to make you more desperate, and your arm shoots out. Your hand grips her wrist in an attempt to keep her finger where you’d like it, and for now, she abides. Arlecchino allows you to chase the pleasure for only a few moments before she shifts her hand, two of her beautiful blackened digits line up against your entrance.

“Are you going to be a good girl, hm?” A dangerous whisper right against your cheek. At this point, you might just be out of your mind with desperation, so you agree. Your head moves frantically in a nod, a quiet whimper of ‘yes, I promise, please.’ With that, she pushes them in without much difficulty (thanks to the fact you’re convinced you’ve never been this wet). The Knave is so agonisingly slow with it in the best way possible, sliding her fingers in inch by inch until you take her to the knuckle. Usually, she coos, and tells you just how well you’re taking it. Not today.

Instead, she begins her assault, curling her fingers and immediately reaching THAT spot. The woman is quick, and the second you open your mouth to groan, you feel the same two fingers on her other hand push into your mouth and press down on your tongue. You whine in response, but her reply is a cold chuckle, her voice so mockingly sweet. “We have neighbours. Do you want them to hear how badly you’ve been misbehaving?”

You do. You so badly do. You so badly want people to see just how much she can make you fall apart. Alas, you shake your head, and just to irritate her (turn her on) even more, you let your tongue swirl around her fingers the way you’ve done with her strap so many times. You suck on them hungrily, your moans and mewls of pleasure muffled. “Oh, you are a good little whore for me, aren’t you? So obsessed with my fingers you’ve chosen to suck on them while I finger fuck you into silence.”

With each curl of her fingers and rub of her thumb on your stiff clit that just begs for attention, you’re getting to the edge VERY quickly. She knows it, she can tell when you clench around them and your walls pulsate. When your legs tremble and you can barely keep yourself against the wall. When each squelch of her fingers pumping in and out of you has your eyes fucking rolling into your head, and you can no longer focus on anything and you can barely remember your name.

Usually, on nights where she decides to be loving, she’ll slow herself down during your orgasm, to prolong it, to let the pleasure hit you for longer. Today though, she speeds up and moves her fingers harder, so hard, in fact, that tears are once again welling in your eyes, that you’ve begun essentially deepthroating her fingers and gagging on them (she loves it! She adores when the very thing that has you cumming also has you struggling like a little slut, her slut <3).

You tap thrice on her wrist when it gets too much, and she takes her fingers from your mouth quickly, opting to instead clamp her hand firmly around your mouth to shut you up instead. When you cry out as your orgasm hits you, she can only raise a single eyebrow. You did not ask for permission, and she has told you that brats ask for permission. “Peruere,” you moan shakily from behind her palm as you slowly come down from it, but the look in her eyes makes yours widen.

Her fingers slide out of you with a soft squishing sound, and the dark finger pads glisten with the evidence of what she’s done to you. Arlecchino coaxes your jaw open, and she places her fingers into your mouth again, though, softly this time.

“Clean them.” She demands, and you do, groaning at the taste of it and the way she stares right at you. When she’s satisfied, she retracts them, leaving you whimpering at the loss of them. You are spent, and your legs feel like they’re about to give way. Your panties are so wet that you know you’re going to have to put them straight into the washing machine, and the thought of it makes you shiver. You lift yourself off of the wall, your legs trembling, only for her to push you right back.

“No. I did not say we were done. You interrupted my work hours, so I will not be finished with you until my work hours are over. We have about five hours.” Aww, such a shame, isn’t it?

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changisworld · 10 months ago

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hellooo, can i request a needy reader having a wet dreams so she start humping chan's leg while they're both sleeping and reach her limit; until chan wakes up and as soon he notices her decides to take care of her by making her grind on top of him with their clothes still on?

- take your time <3

sorry for taking so long to reply to this but i’ve finally gotten around to writing this for you!! i hope you enjoy it<3

18+, MDNI!!

word count;1,256

original masterlist here

all asks, re blogs & comments are deeply appreciated!!

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

PSA FOR ASKS/REQUESTS: i WILL get around to posting everyone’s requests i’m just sorry if it takes a bit of time but whatever you request i’ll post it!! IM ALSO MAKING AN ANON LIST!! just send me anything & tell me what emoji u wanna be!<3

Warnings; consensual SLIGHT somnophilia, thigh grinding, pelvis grinding, slightly bossy channie, soft sexual acts, kissing, speaking of wet dreams, begging if you squint, Marking/kisses on neck, chans hand is around OC neck but it’s not rough

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Chan wakes up randomly throughout the night a bit too warm from being under the duvet so he tries to wiggle his arm free from under your head to take off his shirt. He throws it to the side & he wiggles himself back into the same position as he was in beforehand but you move, he thinks he woke you up..

You sleep curled up in a ball with chan spooning you, he likes to slot his leg in-between both of yours for the added comfort so for your ass to rub along his crotch or leg isn’t uncommon.

He begins to try fall back asleep again but you move again, he then realises his thigh feels wet?

He looks down & stares for a moment, waiting for his eyes to completely focus in the dark & that’s when he sees it, a small dark wet patch on his sleep shorts he is wearing, right where you cunt is laying on top of.

Just as he goes down to feel the patch, you move again but this time, let out a really low, slightly dazed whimper.

Chans head darts up to look at you, eyebrows raised

“y/n? baby you awake? did i wake you?

Chan asks, whispering while putting his hand on your arm & gives you a weak shake, but you don’t turn around. He sighs & flops back down onto his pillow & pulls himself closer to you to try fall back asleep but you just keep grinding against his leg, it was slow & irregular at first but by this point you’ve picked up the pace a bit & are letting out ragged breathes from your lips.

Chan is now wide awake & can feel himself growing in his shorts. He lets out a strong sigh & contemplates for a moment.

Somnophilia isn’t uncommon for you both & you have both heavily discussed it before, You’ve woken Chan up multiple times by sucking his tip or cupping his balls & you’ve woken up pleasantly surprised to chans head between your thighs or his fingers easing their way into you.

Chan thinks about it for a moment & he thinks it’s a good idea to help you with your issue.

He trails his hands down to your waist & puts a gentle but firm grip on your waist & he looks back at the back of your head, still sleeping, smelling & looking as beautiful as always, he pulls your hips slightly towards him before pushing back. You stir instantly & he pauses but you don’t wake up. He begins to make you grind against his leg but he himself feels a bit touch starved. he shuffles your shorts down your legs so it’s your bare cunt on his leg, then he slides his shorts down too so he can completely feel you.

He takes a ragged breath in once he feels how wet you actually are against his bare leg. He starts guiding your hips quicker & a bit faster against his leg & you are hot to the touch(which he finds as a huge boost to his ego) & you are still whining at either the dream or chan? he tells himself it’s because of him.

After a minute or so your legs subconsciously tighten around chans leg & he can tell your close but before you can bubble over, you jolt awake which gives chan a fright & he tenses his arm around you.

“y/n babe you okay?” Chan whispers to you, reaching over & kissing your cheek. You sigh & let out another whine but this time, at the loss of an orgasm that felt.. so real?

“yeah, just had a dream, why you awake channie?” You whisper back, melting back into his touch. “where’s your shirt? your chest is really warm, i like it.” you let out a quiet chuckle & flip over so your face is in front of his, which is when you feel your wetness & also chans naked leg beneath you.

“was too hot so i took it off, what were you dreaming of hm? you look flustered, i can tell your cheeks are rosey right now.” Chan pinches your cheek playfully & you smile at him which he smiles back.

“Ah, just… hey stop teasing you already know what kinda dream i was having that’s why your shorts along with mine are gone” you nuzzle your face into his neck to hide yourself, a bit embarrassed. Chan laughs a bit before laying on his back & manhandling you so you’re now straddling him.

“Well i know you’re wet baby, you stained my shorts, i realised when i woke up. why not use me to get off hm? you were so close baby” Chan interlocks his fingers with yours as his hands lay on each side of his head, your arms caging him in from above.

“Channie i want you to help me, make me finish baby please” You start grinding against his hard on while you lean down to start kissing his neck, you whimper at the friction but also because chan won’t help you.

“Nuh uh, you can work yourself okay hm? you can do it you’re already so wet it won’t be hard, tell me, what were you dreaming about?” Chan puts his hand on your waist & starts guiding your movements again & starts kissing your shoulder, giving it little nips.

“you- i was dreaming about you, i was imagining us kissing, i-i don’t know why it turned me on so much, you drive me insane channie! ugh! please help me” You sit up slightly to look into his blown out eyes & his beautiful smirk

“kiss me then beautiful, you’re so amazing, your cunt is dripping all over me, you’re better than any wet dream ever.” You instantly lean down & kiss him, you don’t waste any time in using tongue. as soon as his lips hit yours, you suddenly feel so much more complete & you begin grinding a lot faster against him & he puts his hand around your neck & squeezes slightly which makes you whine into his lips which make his cock jump.

Chan can tell you’re close to the edge now so he breaks the kiss & moves down to your neck before he starts kissing & sucking new purple marks onto it, next to previous ones he has given you. You’re breathing heavy & whimpering as he does so, you grab the back of his head to keep him there as your eyes finally roll back. he moves his head just enough so he can look at you as you come undone without even being able to say anything other than his own name.

“c-channie, chan!”

Your orgasm hits you like a brick wall & is so intense. You flop over after it’s finally over & you’re breathing heavy. Chan helps you lay down on your side of the bed before kissing you on the head.

“that was so hot, you need to ride my thigh or pelvis way more often”

“stoppp you’re making me feel embarrassed, can i help your issue?”you put your hand above his hard on but he stops you & takes it off & kisses your hand

“i’m alright baby, but don’t be too surprised if you wake up to me giving you the best morning orgasm of your life.”

You both smile at eachother & you cuddle into his chest, you pillow talk for a while before falling asleep.

#bang chan #bangchan smut #bangchan headcanons #bangchan x reader #bangchan fluff #stray kids #skz headcanons #skz #skz x reader #skz smut #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #seungmin #felix #lee felix #kpop smut

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thehydraethereal · 3 months ago

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ writing update

i have decided to stop writing smut. it doesn't matter if it's consensual or not, it just doesn't sit right with me. i have decided to explore the intensity of emotions in my writings and fics, and writing smut does not help me with that.

so, i want to update my account a little and to get some new writing done. (my old requests will be published, but i cannot guarantee that though and i apologize).

^ྀི the themes i'll write from now on are mostly dark, which will include: manipulation, lying, violence (choking, hair pulling, etc.), domestic violence (slapping, etc.), abducting, captivity, restraints, depression, stalking, fear, crying, sexual harassment and nonconsensual touching/ kissing but nothing more than that !!! basically i'm exploring any dark theme except smut.

so, i would like to get some inspiration and you sending me requests would enormously help. please, don't hold back. i know how hard it may be to find a fic that has everything you'd fancy, and i'm so down to fulfill that for you. if you request a series, i'll make it happen, but please, if you're anon, choose an emoji for yourself so i know you.

^ྀི characters i will be writing for:

𝜗𝜚 chris evans: ari levinson, ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, steve rogers, johhny storm, andy barber, curtis everett

𝜗𝜚 sebastian stan: lee bodecker, bucky barnes, lance tucker, nick fowler

𝜗𝜚 chris hemsworth: thor, tyler rake, steve abnesti, dementus, stone crandall, billy lee, the huntsman

𝜗𝜚 tom hiddleston: loki, jonathan pine, cpt. james conrad (kong), cpt, nichols (warhorse)

𝜗𝜚 henry cavill: clark kent (superman), geralt (the witcher), sherlock holmes, melot (tristan and isolde), august walker, walter marshall

𝜗𝜚 others: logan howlett (wolverine), wade wilson (deadpool), brock rumlow, rafe cameron, tony stark, any brad pitt character, patroclus (troy 2004), achilles (troy 2004)

p.s: thank you for being so supportive. i am looking forward for your requests, i am so excited for this new chaper, so please, if you have ANY request, send it to me.

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minisugakoobies · 3 months ago

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Bc it is fucking monsooning here.

🩵 [ Rain ] - Kiss in the rain

Hmm. Who do I want?

😏

WOW, OK, I guess I should have seen this coming from you, Lokie!!

Remember, you asked for it...

(minors fuck off!)

*****

If you were in another state of mind tonight, and caught in a rain like one happening now, you would be running for cover. You wouldn't be standing here in it, at the very least, and definitely not stuck pressed up against a brick wall by your least favorite coworker.

But things are different when you're in subspace. Seungkwan knows this from recent experience, and is taking advantage of your desire to obey his every command by letting you get soaked, all for his enjoyment. And yours, too, of course. He wouldn't make you stay out here otherwise.

"I like it when you're like this," Seungkwan murmurs, eyeing your soaking wet shirt, the way it clings to you, making the skin beneath visible where the fabric is so sodden it's practically transparent. "Such a good one for me, staying still and letting me admire you."

You merely nod, eyes soft and hazy, and he rolls his hips harder, his thigh rubbing more against the apex of your open legs. The two of you had been walking to his apartment, to work after hours on a project, when the sky had opened up and begun to pour. Seungkwan had immediately taken charge, grabbing your hand to lead you down a shortcut of alleys, only for him to realize that him shouting commands and guiding you was having an unintended, if not entirely delightful, effect on you.

Now here, just outside his building, he's got you riding his thigh, whispering the softest praise as you take what he's giving you. You whimper with every glide of his muscles against your crotch, not saying a word, and this just makes him smile.

"It's okay, love, I didn't say you couldn't talk. Tell me how this feels." He places his hands on your hips, guiding you into a smoother tempo.

"S-so good," you shudder, hands still flat against the wall as ordered. You're not about to break a command, not when your orgasm is so tantalizingly close. "Thank you, s-sir."

"Do you think you can come just like this? Or do you need more?"

You look at him with a bitten lip, and he has to take a deep breath, hips twitching ever so slightly as he keeps his composure.

"Kiss, please?"

Only being struck by lightning could stop him from fulfilling your request right now, and truthfully, he's not sure if he hasn't been hit anyway as something bright and sharp flares inside him when your lips meet. He's not sure if you feel it too, but it doesn't matter - all he cares about is making sure you finish, because even if you hate his guts, he'll do anything to give you the pleasure you deserve.

*****

(I tried to make it obvious there's an established thing here, so everything happening is consensual!)

Send me an emoji and I’ll write a fic for a kiss

(@minttangerines)

#seungkwan #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #ask games #emoji kiss game #lovely moots #kiestrokes

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thisismeracing · 8 months ago

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bono-schumi kiddo thots - godparents edition

once mick and bon’s f1 family find out they are expecting these people are pulling out their credit cards and buying every possible baby item they can set their hands on

kids mini mercedes car? delivered to their house

cute plush they saw at the store? in hand on the way to the register and holding onto it until they see one of them at the next race

the mercedes amg branded stroller and carseat? toto has shown up to their house in the middle of the night to hand deliver it (babe these are real products i just want you to know)

a shit ton of baby tommy hilfiger clothes that are unreleased? lew is folding them and putting it in the new wardrobe he bought for the nursery, before they even woke up (how did he get in?????? [he has a key])

a handmade crib that seb put hours of love into making? he’s setting it up while lew is folding the clothes

a collection of gina’s cowboy hats from her childhood? making space for them in the closet while lew and seb are doing their thing

and it isnt all monetary (even though they get enough items to fully furnish the nursery and have enough toys and clothes for at least another kid and didnt even have to worry about any of the other baby things because their village got it for them already) [seriously they didnt have to buy a damn thing]

like how susie has come over to either cook for them or drop off a dish she’s made

or how the kimi, nando, jensen, seb, lew, etc. come over one day to paint the nursery the color bon and mick have picked out but just haven’t gotten around to painting because of their busy schedules

or how while most of the guys who came over to help paint (how many of these fuckers actually need to be here in order to paint a single room one color?) val has made bon a cup of tea, and a cup of coffee for him to keep her company while mick supervises the painting session

or how lance and esteban will bring over fresh pastry around brunch time, to help in feeding the growing family

and it’s all a bit too much, but they don’t have the heart to tell them to stop so mick and bon just let their family shower their love on them

and bon is a little bit stressed about the whole “who do we put on paper so if anything happens to us they will be taken care of?” situation, but mick reassures her while they are cuddling in bed that there is no wrong answer and he will support whoever she wants to be godparents to their children, while kissing her gently and while sun fills the room they’re occupying

and they eventually land on a consensus

ellie’s godparents are susie and lew

because for one, little miss eloise is named after susie and lew is just so close to bon and she wants him in her daughter's life as much as he has been for her growing up

toto can be an unofficial godparent and i don't feel bad about that because he absolutely just slots himself into the role of grandpa right next to bono. [adding onto this nando absolutely gets called grandpa/abuelo because bon gets a good laugh each time nando reacts to hearing him being referred to as a grandpa.]

mikey’s godparents are gina a seb

seb because again this kid is named after him, but also because we cant leave seb out of being godparent. mick and bon would not let that slide. and then gina cause they also wont let gina not be godparent, and the fact she is mick's sister and bon's sister in law.

yeah people like lance and esteban are close to them, but these four they hold just a smidge closer. but not all is lost because they are very enthusiastically filling the roles of uncles for eloise and mikey. alongside people like val, kimi, jense, etc.

[okay i think im done, hope this made sense and you liked it <3]

☕️

I literally googled "mercedes amg branded stroller" bc I've never seen it before lol kinda cute, toto would def get them one of those

seb building a crib for baby bon is something I can totally see happening and it's such a dear thought to me*teary eyes emoji*

one hundred percent agree and love the godparents choice

#☕️ anon #millies inbox #ms47 #mick schumacher #bonnington!reader #thots

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radiant-reid · 2 years ago

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cate!! nsfw thoughts!!

i’m a person that thinks spence was vanilla until like s10, but really only after prison did he start getting involved with kink.

so i’m wondering, if he had a long term gf, do you think he’d want to be more of a hard dom because of what prison did to him, and he wants more control and wants to be more assertive? or do you think he’d be a softer dom because of the trauma and he doesn’t want to hurt anyone, consensual or not?

because i could definitely see both!!! i could see spence nipping at flesh, degrading her, pinning her, and slapping his gf (with consent ofc!!!), but i could also see him cooing at her, telling her she’s doing good, giving her a pat on the cheek to make sure she’s looking at him, and telling her how pretty she is :(

or would he just remain vanilla, or maybe even shy away from sex a little after prison and become more reclusive??

also!!!! could i be 💿 or 🧃for the emoji anons? <33

hmm this is an interesting one. i think to start with (like when he gets out of jail) he wouldn't want to be intimate for a while. of course, he loves her and he's happy to be out, but he'd struggle going right back to normal. I also think he'd be really private, like wanting to shower and change alone, because he didn't have privacy like that in prison

i think he'd be into some rough stress-relieving sex because he's high-strung and maybe that would include some more dom activities.

but at the same time, he really needs that soft physical contact so i think there's a lot of gentle i-love-you sex with kisses and handholding and sometimes that would lead to him wanting to be in a sub role. what i don't think he'd like is being handcuffed, blindfolded, gagged, or any heavy impact play because he wouldn't be able to move past the associations of those things and prison. he just wants to be babied and taken care of

#💿#spencer reid

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stardewsnail · 2 years ago

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Stardew After Dark - Elliot

✰ Stardew After Dark ✰

⋆ Snail's Directory ⋆

-> MINORS DNI

☆ Ever sexted with someone?

Yes but he sexts like an 1800s Romantic. He sends paragraphs—well written, very erotic paragraphs. He doesn’t expect the receiver to respond the same, lengthy way but he’ll be less turned on if it’s a bunch of emojis or something like that. Receiving pictures and a little flowery caption of what the other person wants, how he’s affecting them, and exactly what they’re doing in response to his words—he’s obsessed with the idea that his mere words (his writing) can get someone off.

☆ Do they watch porn? (Favorite category?)

Elliot does watch porn—but he’s picky. He would have been really into the tumblr gif-based porn because it’s sensual and artsy y’know? Also library flasher videos, outdoor sex, that kind of thing.

☆ What non-sexy thing turns them on?

Smoking. He can’t help it, he knows cigarettes are bad but people look so hot while smoking them. Also loves smoking the good kush, finds sharing a joint to be very intimate–the pseudo kiss of an object passed between lips–has tried the thing where you breathe smoke into another person’s mouth.

☆ What was Elliot's first experience with cock warming?

He whined as his partner shifted, reaching for her book now that she was settled in his lap.

“Focus, El,” she chided, her breath hot on his ear. He could hear the smirk in her voice. They sat facing each other, chests touching, her arms over his shoulders as she read. Behind her he stared at the laptop atop the tray table on the bed. Her legs were slung over his, crossed behind his back, keeping herself anchored on his cock. He tried to keep his breathing even, typing out a few words he wasn’t sure actually made sense.

He was supposed to be writing but all he could think about was the wet heat of her cunt enveloping him. Elliot didn’t think he’d ever been so hard—this was torture. But that was sort of the point, wasn’t it? To sit, consumed, on the brink of pleasure?

She chuckled at something in the book, her core tensing, squeezing for just a moment. He let out a low groan, nails digging into her lower back. He needed to finish this chapter.

☆ Wildest sex story?

This man has participated in more than one orgy. The wildest was in a tiny bathroom they somehow managed to sneak four people into. He still doesn’t know how they all fit, let alone how everyone was able to maneuver such complete debauchery. He came out of that with someone else’s shirt on.

☆ Sexual fantasy they would most hesitate to bring up?

He’s got a (consensual) voyeurism kink alright—he wouldn’t do this outside of a scenario. He wants to watch his partner through the window. For the partner to be totally naked in bed, completely exposed to him, and to watch them get off. With the farmer, there’s enough privacy for him to get himself off as well.

☆ Favorite sexual fantasy?

Outdoor sex, particularly while hiking. He wants to bend his partner over any available surface or get on his knees at any available opportunity.

☆ Ever improvised when they had no sex toys?

Remember, you can’t put anything up your ass that doesn’t have a flared base.

In addition, a diy flesh light can come together with just a condom, a sponge, and an empty pringles can.

Honestly though, I don’t feel like Elliot would ever be in a situation where he needed a toy and didn’t have one.

#snailssdv #elliot #sdv elliot #stardew valley #sdv n/s/f/w elliot #elliot s/mut #sdv n/s/f/w #stardew valley lemon #keeping it old school with that one lol

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firstprince-ao3feed · 4 months ago

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Put My Body to Work

by xxxraquelita The only word Henry received from Pez was a text saying he found a company who could do it that day, accompanied by a thumbs up emoji. That in no way prepared him for arriving back at the brownstone, a box truck with ‘COLLEGE HUNKS MOVING JUNK’ emblazoned on the side. He barely had time to process before one of said hunks emerged from the doorway, rendering Henry speechless and worried he was suffering heatstroke. Words: 6201, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Nora Holleran, Liam (Red White & Royal Blue), Spencer (Red White & Royal Blue), David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, First Meetings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Body Worship, kind of, Explicit Sexual Content, Shameless Smut, Safe Sane and Consensual, Flirting, Kissing, Alternate Universe, Rizcriz Prompt (Red White & Royal Blue) via https://ift.tt/DRxfILQ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #xxxraquelita

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namujoon9401 · 6 months ago

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Into the den of the wolf

Friends to lovers, bedsharing but not like that, Alpha female lead, male omega lead, don't think too hard about their biology okay shhhhhhh, there's a bonfire, ofc jackson wang is here, drunk sex at a party but its consensual, no smut

“Heya, Kenji.”

Rina bounds up to him after class, ever the energetic alpha.

“Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”

“Yep.” He says, popping the “p”.

“Cool. See you there?”

“Of course.” She winks at him as she walks past.

And there it is again.

See, the lines are always blurred when it comes to Rina.

They've been friends since freshman year, when Kenji was little more than a shy omega with zero self confidence.

He’s grown since then, obviously. And Rina has stayed a constant presence in his life.

But recently, he’s a little confused on where exactly they stand.

She’s always been affectionate.

Giving big hugs, holding hands and even kisses on the cheek, at times.

But.

Friends don’t fall asleep in the same bed, even if it was an accident, sorry, Kenji, must have been really beat after practice today.

They don’t sign their late-night texts with love you and a heart emoji.

They don’t cuddle on the couch and lean into each other’s necks, inhaling deeply before sleepily rumbling, smells good. Like the spring.

(Kenji’s face had flushed a brilliant red, had squeaked out a th-thanks and valiantly channeled all of his energy into staying cool and stopping the situation in his pants from escalating any further as her nose brushed the sensitive gland there.)

Friends don’t act like that.

They just don’t.

Right?

•••••••••••

The bonfire that night is on the beach, the waves crashing against the sandy shore. The early spring sea breeze leaves Kenji shivering.

Rina waves him over from a spot near the fire, sitting on a small blanket. She’s chatting with Christian, another alpha he’s seen around campus a few times. Christian smiles at him as he heads over.

The scent of cedar lightly fills his nose.

“Hey, Christian.” He greets politely.

“Hey, Kenji, right? You’re Daniel’s friend.”

“That's right. You guys are on the dance team together, yeah?”

Kenji sets his bag down and sits next to her as Christian continues his conversation with Rina, the omega occasionally joining in.

The fire crackles in front of them, the smell of wood smoke mingling with the salty breeze and the scents of the people around them.

Rina’s scent is stronger than usual, maybe because of the light sheen of sweat on her neck, but its bergamot and sea salt musk is irresistible.

He’s hit with the urge to bury his nose in her neck and take a deep breath.

He pushes the thought away.

She looks radiant, half of her face illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, the flickering light making her features animated as she talks with the other alpha.

She looks over at him, catching him staring.

He flushes as Rina boops him on the nose.

He only just now realizes that Christian had walked away a while ago and now he’s just staring. Like a creep.

“Whatcha thinkin about?”

He smiles as he shakes his head, dismissing the thought.

“Just how Daniel knows so many people. I thought the dance troupe he was in was omegas only?” He lies, grasping for any subject matter to distract from his obvious staring.

Rina, thankfully, catches on and doesn’t mention it.

“I guess not. It’s weird that he’s still single, to be honest. Omegas like Daniel are a hot commodity.”

Kenji looks at her, slightly put off, as she continues.

“I mean. He’s attractive, athletic, and always makes people laugh. He's like sunshine personified. Plus, he knows how to dress. Any alpha would be lucky to have him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kenji asks, brow furrowed.

Her eyes widen as she realizes the intent behind her words.

“I-i mean. Just, like. Objectively. He is attractive, you know. I have eyes. But I’m not into him or anything!” She scrambles to justify herself.

“Relax, I'm only joking.” Kenji pats her on the shoulder.

“What about you, anyway? Why are you still single, huh?” She turns to him, tone teasing.

You know why.

Ever since that day a year ago, when she had come to his dorm on Christmas eve.

It was winter break, and his entire friend group and both his roommates were gone for the holidays.

He hadn’t been able to afford the plane ticket home on the pay from his part time job, and he was alone at the dorm.

He had texted her im all alone :(

And she had been there in record time, showing up at the door beaming, a takeout bag of Korean fried chicken in hand.

He still remembered opening the door, taking in her face, the mask pulled down to her chin, her fluffy silver hair, the turtleneck and varsity jacket she wore under her coat.

She holds up the bag.

“Chicken and beer?” She’d said with a mischievous grin.

Oh god, I'm in love with her.

The realization had hit him all at once.

It was one of the darker periods of his life mentally, and she had helped immensely to pull him out of it.

Kenji had felt truly alone during that time.

It wasn’t just because everyone was gone for break.

He had been depressed. And even if it wasn’t true, it felt like everyone had abandoned him.

Everyone but Rina.

And ever since then, he’s fantasized about-

Her lips on his. The curves of her hips. Their bodies intertwined, skin against skin, searing hot-

Fuck.

“Kenji.”

Her voice brings him back to reality. Rina holds out a long skewer with a marshmallow on it.

“Look, s’mores.”

“Oh,” he blinks, taking it. He smiles. “Thanks.”

Rina sits next to him, a little too close for comfort, and holds her marshmallow to the fire. Her bergamot and salt musk is so strong now, it makes Kenji feel like he’s melting.

Her head slowly comes down to rest on his shoulder, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to tamp down the spike of nervousness in his scent.

(Nervousness in the sense that he is nervous because his crush is leaning her head on his shoulder but whatever. It's whatever.)

God, Kenji. Be normal. You're so normal right now. The most normal person on the planet.

“You know, generally s’mores require that you roast the marshmallow.” She remarks.

“Right.” He says slowly.

He puts his marshmallow closer to the heat of the fire. Rina yelps as hers inexplicably bursts into flames.

Kenji laughs as she blows out the fire, pouting.

“Damn it. This always happens when smores are involved.”

“You’re not supposed to put it directly into the flame, you know.”

She takes a bite of the charred marshmallow anyway.

“Maybe ‘m just impatient,” she says, mouth open as she chews.

A comfortable silence stretches between them as he roasts his marshmallow over the fire, Rina digging in her bag for another one.

They talk for a bit, chatting comfortably. The chatter of the others mixes with the crackling wood of the fire.

“I saw on social media this cute little izakaya that opened up nearby. We should go.” She rotates her stick over the fire.

“Yeah, definitely. Let’s do it on one of my off days.”

“Yep. Tuesdays, and Thursdays, right?”

“Yep, we can go Tuesday after your class. Statistics, right?”

“Ugh.” She groans, leaning back. “That class is kicking my ass right now.”

He sucks his teeth sympathetically.

“I feel you. My O-Chem class is also, in fact, kicking me in the ass right now.”

“Damn, O-Chem? Mad respect for all of you STEM kids.”

“Thanks. At least Jun is in my class. He’s smart as hell, so he helps me with it sometimes.”

“You know you’re smart too,” Rina elbows him in the side playfully. “You never give yourself enough credit, Kenji.”

“It’s nothing really.”

“Oh come on, you basically get straight A’s.”

His scent colors as his face gets noticeably pink. He shrugs and laughs off the bragging.

Kenji rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Rina, please.”

“What? Smart guys are cuties.”

Rina catches herself.

“I mean. Objectively. Obviously,”

“Sure.” Kenji rolls his eyes playfully.

They talk a little more, and by the time the group even realizes it, it's already getting late, and most have already headed home. Christian, Kenji, and Rina are the last few stragglers who have stuck around.

Kenji groans. “Fuck me, I wish I hadn’t eaten so many marshmallows.”

“Feelin’ nauseous?” Rina asks.

“Extremely.”

The fire crackles, burned down to embers now, since they stopped trying to save it about an hour ago.

“Wanna head home?”

Christian raises an eyebrow at Rina, whose scent blooms as she blinks, embarrassed. The light from the fire lights up the smirk on Christian’s face. “Home?”

“Shut up,” she laughs in response. “We came together, that’s all.”

Christian stands, beginning to gather his things and head out.

“See you at the alpha phi party on Saturday?

“Definitely.” Rina waves at her alpha friend as he leaves.

Now its just the two of them in front of a dying fire, the ocean breeze flowing through Kenji and making him shiver.

Rina notices.

“Here,” she says, grabbing her jacket and wrapping it around his shoulders.

He’s immediately enveloped in her bergamot musk, sighing at the citrus and laundry scent in his nose.

“Keep it for now. I’ll pick it up later.”

“Aren't you cold?”

She smiles as she shakes her head, her silver hair swishing.

“I run hot.” She winks.

Kenji flushes.

Of course she does.

••••••••••••

The party is loud and chaotic even before he steps foot inside the frat house. Kenji is ninety five percent sure that they are exceeding the maximum capacity of this place.

“Kenji!”

A girl with short black hair stumbles out to meet him. He catches a whiff of black tea and cherries.

“Hey Joy. Are you already drunk? I thought the party started-” Kenji checks his phone- “half an hour ago?”

“I’m not drunk. But these are really good.” She holds up her red plastic cup. “Someone brought fresh squeezed orange juice for screwdrivers.”

“Sounds like something Daniel would do.”

“Probably. He’s bougie as hell.”

Joy leads him inside, the music pounding, sweaty bodies everywhere. Thankfully someone had sprayed scent neutralizer before the party, so the heady mix of foreign scents is muted and doesn’t immediately give him a headache.

Kenji spots a shock of peachy pink hair.

“Jun, there you are.”

The taller omega smiles at him. Christian stands next to him, drink in hand.

The alpha’s dressed in tight black jeans with a cream colored graphic tee and gem-studded leather jacket over top. Paired with his styled black hair, he looks positively sinful.

Kenji suddenly feels underdressed in his oversized black band tee tucked into baggy ripped jeans and Doc martens.

He also has a feeling that Christian had, in fact, dressed to impress.

“Kenji!” The boy greets.

“Hi, Junie. You look adorable, by the way.”

Jun smiles at him. The peachy haired man is dressed in an oversized yellow cardigan. Paired with a frog print graphic tee and brown corduroy pants, he looks extra cozy.

Standing next to Christian, the two of them couldn’t be more opposite in terms of looks.

Christian’s chatting Jun up, standing a bit closer to him than usual and laughing at all of his jokes. Kenji has a distinct feeling that he’s intruding.

“God, why don't they just bang already. It’s painfully obvious that they’re into each other.”

A new voice comes from behind him.

“Kiriko!” Kenji greets her.

“Hello, Kenjamin.”

He chuckles at the nickname.

“Have you seen Rina around?”

The female omega casts him a knowing glance. Her milky thai tea scent surges.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She smiles to herself. “Let's get some drinks in you.”

Kiriko leads him to the kitchen. The aforementioned pitcher of fresh orange juice is, in fact, on the counter alongside an assortment of cheap liquor bottles and various sodas.

The girl plucks a lime out of a tub, drops it into her drink. Kenji goes about making himself a screwdriver, pouring what’s probably too much vodka into a plastic cup and adding the orange juice.

He takes a sip. It is good.

He chats with Kiriko for awhile. She’s in a few of his prerequisite classes as an English major. The girl has an emo style, with black lipstick and a short black dress with fishnet leggings.

She mentions casually that her heat’s coming up, and Kenji grimaces sympathetically.

“Thank god for modern medicine, am I right? Can't imagine having it every three months.”

“Yeah. Suppressants are great. Changing it from four times a year to once is honestly a godsend.”

As they talk, Kenji keeps an eye out for Rina. Kiriko notices him looking around and chuckles at him knowingly.

“How's it going with your crush, anyway?”

“Wh-what crush?”

The omega clicks her tongue. “Don’t bullshit me, dude. I can see it from a mile away.”

He deflates. “Is it that obvious?”

“Honestly? Yeah. You follow her around like a puppy. Everyone can tell.”

Except for her.

“I dunno, man. We’ve been friends for years, and… I don't know. I think it might be more than just a crush.”

She sucks her teeth. “Damn man. That’s tough.”

Kiriko chews her lip. “What's stopping you from making a move?”

“You know why. It’s the classic will they won't they situation. We've been friends for years, why would I throw all that away on the slightest chance that she actually likes me back? It's not worth the risk.”

But it could be.

He spots Rina on the couch, talking with Jackson and a few other alpha friends.

She follows his gaze and laughs.

“Go.” She waves him off. “Let me know how it goes later.”

Kenji goes over to the group of alphas, feeling slightly out of his depth.

Rina’s chatting with Jackson, Joy, and a couple other alphas he doesn’t recognize.

“Hey, babe.” She says, jokingly. The alpha greets him with a sloppy and obnoxious kiss on the cheek, right there, in front of her entire friend group.

Jackson and Joy exchange glances, a look that doesn’t go unnoticed. Rina, thankfully, is oblivious.

He makes a mental note to put rocks in all their shoes later.

They easily lapse into conversation, getting into a heated debate about the Dune movies, for some reason.

“Dune is the opposite of a white savior narrative, are you dense? Did we watch the same movie?” Jackson is asking, irritated.

“I'm just saying, Paul is coming in from nowhere to lead the brown people to liberation-.” Someone Kenji doesn’t know says.

“That's the whole point- Paul is a flawed character!”

Kenji just watches, amused, periodically getting up for more drinks as they talk.

Before he knows it the conversation moves on and his cup is, once again, empty.

He gets up to get himself and Rina a refill, the latter throwing him a smile and a wink as she requests “a rum and coke, please.”

He goes about making the drinks, expertly dodging the people making out against the kitchen counter.

He makes himself another screwdriver, carefully carrying the drinks back to the couch. He takes a long drink, handing the rum and coke to the alpha. She takes it with a thanks.

He throws himself back onto the couch next to Rina and closes his eyes, already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Rina glances at him, concerned. “You okay?”

“M’fine. Feeling it now, though.”

“If you’re not feeling good, we could always leave early.”

“We?”

“Mm.” She sips from her cup. “Could go back to your place.”

Kenji tries to ignore the fact that she wants to go home with him.

It could mean nothing.

The alpha could just be wanting to make sure he’s okay after all the drinking.

But it could also mean something.

He gets up to do- something, he's not quite sure, but sways, unsteady on his feet. A hand grabs him by the wrist.

“Woah. You ok there?”

Rina looks up at him, gray eyes wide, a little unfocused from the alcohol.

“I'm fine. Just- just a little wobbly.”

“C’mere.”

Her hands come to his waist and-

She pulls him down onto her lap, his knees on either side of her.

Kenji immediately flushes a brilliant red.

(He chalks it up to the vodka.)

Her body is warm under him, her hands settling on his waist. He tries desperately to ignore the fact that, like this, he’s basically straddling her.

He knows instinctively that it probably smells like a lavender-scented bomb just went off in the room.

He tries to control it, but he knows she can smell it, knows that she knows the effect she has on him.

And judging by the glint in her eye, the responding spike in her scent-

The smirk that slowly spreads across her face, eyes hooded-

She knows.

They’re both drunk, not thinking clearly.

Which is why when the omega reaches for his drink, fishing out the orange wedge so he can suck on it-

She stops him.

Slowly, the alpha grabs his wrist, rubbing her thumb on it so that his scent blooms even thicker.

She guides his hand to her lips.

Slowly, the alpha puts her mouth on the orange and sucks.

Her eyes are piercing, molten and dark, her scent clouded with desire, her lips less than an inch away from his fingers.

He inhales sharply, eyes blown wide, glassy and unfocused.

His body heats, the pit of his stomach burning with want.

Rina glances up at him, a smug expression on her face.

She licks at the pads of his fingers, surely meant to tease Kenji more.

The wetness of her tongue lingers on his fingers, the warmth of her lips ghosting across them.

The omega squeaks, some sort of embarrassingly strangled noise escaping him, suddenly too loud in the room even though the music is pounding with bass.

He has to bite his lip to stop himself from making any more embarrassing noises. He takes a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

She smirks at him. “Cute.”

Cute?

His body is on fire, want burning through his veins and her hands, those damn hands, are still on his hips. Kenji wants to scream.

His lips are parted for some reason, jaw slack. He licks them, anxiously, and flushes as her eyes track the movement.

God.

“You know where the bathroom is?” She murmurs.

He shakes himself out of a daze, scanning the area. “No, but I’m sure we can look around.”

“C’mon.”

He feels like his brain is sloshing around inside his skull, thoughts hazy and murky.

They stand up and Rina takes him by the hand. “So that we don’t lose each other, yeah?”

Kenji nods.

They go down one of many hallways and stumble across an empty bedroom. They pause by the door, unsure of what to do next.

The tension between them is undeniable. It feels like the air between them is charged, crackling with static and heat.

He looks up to see her staring at him, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Kenji…”

He’s unsure of whether to keep his cool or drop the act.

“Yeah?”

She steps closer.

“We can’t keep acting like there’s nothing between us, y’know?” she murmurs.

“What do you mean?” He says, feigning ignorance.

She looks at him, eyes dark.

Drop the act.

Kenji looks around and leads her into the bedroom for more privacy.

Rina grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers.

“We can’t keep acting like everything’s normal. Like we’re still just friends.”

“What?” His head spins.

“I see the way you look at me. You want me.”

She leans in closer.

“I can smell it on you.”

The alpha steps closer to him. Their scents are so strong he can almost taste it on the back of his tongue.

The scent of bergamot overwhelms him, potent and so thick it makes his head swim.

He suddenly feels like he’s going drown if something doesn’t happen, he’s not quite sure what, but Rina keeps looking at him like that, like she wants to devour him, and-

She kisses him.

He kisses back hard, fervent and passionate. Their lips move against each other,

They break apart, chests heaving. There’s a pause.

And then they do it again.

Rina kisses him open-mouthed, suddenly frantic and desperate and rough, her tongue licking incessantly into his mouth.

“Rina,” he gasps against her lips.

She kicks the door closed behind them as they part.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” she growls, chest rumbling.

He takes a deep lungful of her scent, picking up-

Interest. Desire. Dominance.

Arousal.

He gasps against her lips.

The alpha grips his shoulders firmly as they kiss deeper, backing him onto the bed. He loses his balance quickly, chalking it up to either the alcohol or her scent clouding his senses.

The alpha looks at him spread out under her, her eyes dark. She smiles, predatory.

“So pretty, baby. Could eat you right up.” She traces a finger down his face, his jaw, to his neck.

Dear Lord.

“Please,” he gasps, whining, every bone in his body crying out for the alpha hovering over him.

Her lips lower to his neck, finally putting her mouth to the hollow of his throat, to his scent gland.

She kisses it, feather-light, but even the slightest sensation against the sensitive patch of skin has Kenji gasping, mouth agape as a high pitched noise escapes him.

“You smell.” She snarls. “So fucking good.”

“Need you, need you, Rina, please-” he practically sobs, so keyed up that he’s begging for her and they haven’t even gotten to second base.

She laps at his scent gland, hot little kitten licks that make his back arch, hot pleasure rolling down his spine and settling low in his belly, his hands scrabbling along her back as he-moans, it’s a fucking moan that she pulls from his lips.

Everything feels like- like Kenji is a live wire, like someone stripped away all of his insulation and is now exposed, one raw nerve.

This is everything Kenji’s been waiting for.

And he finally has it.

🐺🐺🐺🐺

They don’t talk about it.

Which is probably the worst thing they could have done.

(He had freaked out and left promptly afterwards, throwing his clothes on without so much as a see you later? In the alpha’s direction.)

They go about their days, acting like everything is normal, but-

It's not.

There's a strange feeling, an air of awkwardness in their interactions. And he’s pretty sure Rina is actively avoiding him.

He’s suddenly too aware of himself, too conscious of his every move, overthinks every word that comes out of his mouth, is too conscious of his scent around her.

Their conversations are disjointed, with long stretches of awkward silence.

The silence wasn’t awkward before.

•••••••••••

“What’s up with you and Rina?” Daniel asks, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

He sighs as the smell of oranges envelops him.

He might as well come out and say it.

“We slept together at Jackson’s party last week.”

Daniel blinks. “Woah, really?”

“I mean-“ Once the words start, it’s like he can't stop. “We were both really drunk, and- I've liked her for forever, you know? But I was- I was scared to make a move, I didn't want to ruin our friendship, y’know?”

He squeezes his eyes shut.

“A-and now I fucked up, and now everything’s weird, and what if we stop being friends? What if we drift apart because- because of this, because we were stupid-”

“Kenji, stop.” Daniel interrupts, scent souring.

He sniffs.

“Have you talked to her? She probably feels the same.”

“God no, I'm terrified. She probably doesn’t want to. What if she never talks to me again?”

“Kenji-”

Now that the thought is in his mind, he can’t let it go.

“God she probably hates me. I'm such a coward. We should have talked about it- I just panicked and ran away.”

“Kenji.” Daniel interrupts his imminent thought spiral.

“You need to talk to her.”

He smiles softly.

“Something tells me she feels the same.”

God, I hope so.

Daniel's soft smile turns mischievous.

“Was it at least a good time?”

Was it a good time?

“What do you mea- oh.” Flashes of memory hit him all at once.

Him pinned under the alpha, her lips on his. Panting into each other’s mouths, her hands searing hot on his hips, on his bare skin.

Her wet mouth, lips slick and cherry red, sucking bruises into his shoulder.

His chest.

His neck.

He flushes, shaking himself out of a daze.

He tries his damndest to school his expression into something neutral, to tamp down the embarrassment rolling off of him in waves. He’s sure his cheeks are pink.

“So it WAS!” The brunette howls.

“Shut up, Daniel.” Kenji shoves him lightly.

Daniel laughs raucously.

“Hey, man. Just trying to lift the mood a bit. You’ve seemed down recently, you know.”

The other omega elbows him gently.

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

Kenji walks into the brightly colored retro-style diner on his own. For once.

He’s seated at a turquoise booth, and pulls out his phone as he waits.

He’s supposed to meet Daniel for lunch, but so far the brown-haired omega has yet to make an appearance.

He scrolls social media for a bit before he catches a faint whiff of a familiar sea salt musk.

Oh God.

His stomach flips as someone approaches the booth.

“You're not Joy.”

He looks up from his phone to see-

Rina, looking worse for wear. Her normally bright complexion is sallow, with heavy eye bags. Her silver hair is disheveled, and her joggers have a stain on the leg.

Her scent is muted, almost defeated.

“Rina.”

They both stare at each other for a second, unsure what to say.

Kenji takes a moment to internally curse Daniel for setting him up. He should’ve known his friends would intervene.

She takes a seat across from him, sitting heavily, as if something was weighing her down.

There's a pause.

“So-”

She starts, but stops as the waitress comes to ask for their drink orders. Rina orders a strawberry soda, Kenji stays with water.

When she leaves, neither of them are keen to fill the silence.

“You start.” Kenji says.

“About what happened…” she trails off. She doesn’t need to clarify. They both know what she’s referring to.

“I know we were drunk, but that doesn’t excuse my behavior.”

What?

“I took advantage of you, and- and, God, Kenji, I'm so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, and you just- you seemed so out of it, and I just- I should have asked, I don't know why I didn’t-”

“What are you talking about?” He interrupts.

“At the party.” She says, slowly.

“Yeah.”

“I took advantage of you.”

“No, you didn't.”

Her eyes widen.

“I wanted it just as much as you did.”

He stares down at the table, not making eye contact. “If I didn’t, I would have said so.”

“So you-“ she takes a breath.

“Wanted to have sex. With me.”

“Yes.”

He takes a breath, steeling himself.

“And I don't regret it, either.”

He looks up at her, jaw set in determination.

“Maybe I regret the circumstances. I regret that we were both drunk, and I regret that it happened the way it did. But I... I liked it. And I want to do it again.”

Rina’s eyes look like they're about to pop out of her head.

“You… Want to have sex with me? Again?” She squeaks, voice actually cracking for once.

“More than just that.”

For fuck’s sake.

Might as well cut his losses.

“I like you, Rina. And I have for… a long time.”

And there it is. The yawning chasm of uncertainty has just been cracked wide open.

The alpha stares at him intently, mouth slack.

“You… what?”

He laughs, but it’s pained.

“You really didn’t know? God, Rina I- ever since that Christmas Eve, when I was alone and depressed as shit and you came over with that freaking bag of fried chicken-”

He cuts himself off, feeling a little hysterical because there’s no fucking way she didn’t know-

“Kenji. Wait. Stop. Slow down.”

He exhales, having to stop a slightly panicked giggle from bubbling up because what the fuck is happening right now.

“You like me?” Her voice is full of disbelief.

“Of course I like you.” He says, exasperated now.

“And it'd be nice if I could get an answer from you too.”

“Fucking Christ. Yes, I like you. Jesus.” The alpha sounds almost angry. She scrubs her hands over her face.

What.

“Sorry, could you. Could you say that again? I don't think I heard correctly-”

She looks at him dead on, the intensity of her gaze catching him off guard.

“Kenji. I am head over heels fucking in love with you.”

What the hell?

They’re interrupted once again by the waitress, asking for their orders. He realizes they haven’t even cracked open a menu yet and asks for a little more time to decide, please.

“You… like me? Really?” He asks, gripping the table, leaning forward, overeager.

“Yes.” she groans. “God, we’re so fucking stupid.”

There’s a pause as they both absorb the wall of information that has been dropped on them.

“So.”

Rina’s the first one to break the silence.

“Kiss me?” Kenji asks, feeling bold for once.

She looks at him, eyes wide.

The alpha leans across to the table to cup his jaw.

Their lips meet.

It’s slow, unhurried, lips moving against each other sweetly as each of them savors the moment.

They break apart.

“Shit, we should decide what to order. That waitress is gonna be pissed.”

Rina laughs.

They hurriedly order their food, laughing and talking comfortably, now. It’s as if nothing has changed, except.

Everything has changed.

They play a little bit of footsie under the table. Kenji blushes.

They kiss again outside of the diner, warm and fuzzy. She makes him feel all tingly inside, the kiss intense but short as they remember where they are.

“Can't believe you actually like me back,” she murmurs.

“I've said it like three times already. Want me to prove it to you?”

“Huh? How?”

“By going back to your place?” He asks, smirking.

Rina’s eyes darken.

•••••••••

They burst through the door, her lips on his.

“Need you- please, Rina…” he pants.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby.”

“Took- ah, took you long enough.”

She kisses down the column of his throat. He tosses his head back as she sucks a mark there.

She laves her tongue over his scent gland and he gasps at the pleasure that flares through him, white-hot.

She pulls back to look at the expression on his face. Kenji is-

Face flushed down his neck, lips kissed red and slick, hair disheveled and eyes dazed.

“Come on. Come to bed.”

She guides him to her bedroom, kissing all the while. They almost trip on the coffee table and Rina stubs her toe against the wall, but they manage.

From there, things progress quickly.

They make out for a while, lips red and messy with spit as Rina hovers above him. She occasionally laps at his scent gland and relishes in the way his back arches and he moans in response.

Their scents flare thick in the room, Rina’s bergamot musk mouthwateringly decadent.

He leans up for a moment to bury his nose in the crook of her neck like he’s always wanted to do, and he’s rewarded with a low growl from the alpha. His nose skims her scent gland and, in a move that is decidedly bold, parts his lips and sucks a mark into her scent gland.

“Shit-”

She shudders full bodied, mouth dropping open, her lashes fluttering.

“Fuck, baby.” She pants. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

She inches fingers under the hem of his shirt and Kenji is on fire.

Her fingers feel almost cool on his overheated skin. The alpha’s hands skim over his chest, his sides, the soft of his stomach.

She hikes the shirt up, bunching it under his armpits. She sits up to enjoy her handiwork, so much creamy flushed skin on display.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs.

He squirms, suddenly shy.

“You look like you’re gonna eat me,” Kenji mutters.

“And who said I won't ?” She looks at him, eyes hooded and glittering with desire.

He flushes deeper. If that’s even possible.

She leans in closer to whisper.

“Let me make you feel good, baby.”

God.

He closes his eyes and lets her take him to the deep end.

••••••••

Epilogue

“God, I'm nervous.”

What for?

“Rina’s gonna bite me tonight and i'm nervous.”

What do you mean bite? Like-

“Like bonding, bro.”

Oh.

There’s a pause over the phone. Then:

Damn, congratulations man!

“Thanks Jun.”

What do you have planned? I mean- obviously i'm not asking for details, i just-

Kenji laughs.

“I didn’t wanna go too overboard, you know. Just some fairy lights strung up around the apartment and some flowers, plus dinner from our favorite place.”

Dude, you could get a fuckin’ mariachi band and she’d still love it. Because it’s from you.

Kenji laughs, putting the phone on speaker and fiddling with the flowers on the table.

“I know, I just feel like. I'm gonna mess it up. Make it awkward or screw it up somehow.”

Dude, you gotta stop overthinking it. It's not rocket science. You have sex and you bite each other’s necks. That’s it.

“You know it's not that simple!” Kenji hisses.

“This is one of the most important moments of our lives! This is my forever mate we’re talking about here! Excuse me if i want it to be special.”

Is that Kenji? A new voice filters through over the phone.

Yeah babe.

Tell him congrats from me. And to get his head out of his ass!

Okay. You got that, Ken?

The omega rolls his eyes.

“Yes. Anyway.”

“Like I said. I'm nervous. So sue me. I feel like something that happens once in a lifetime is worth getting nervous over.“

When does she get home?

“In….” He checks the time on his phone. “Half an hour, oh god, I'm so nervous.”

Go shower. And put on a sexy robe or something. You can't be stinky and gross for your hot and sexy-

“Yes, okay! Thank you! Great awesome cool.” Kenji interrupts, not calmly. “I will do that ‘kay thanks bye!”

He quickly presses the end call button before Jun can say anything else.

He sighs.

Better start on that shower then.

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pinkseas · 2 years ago

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[parasocial bestie] NO BUT THATS GENUINELY EVEN MORE EMBARRASSING 2 MEEE im covering my face fr blush blush like gosh bc i never rlly thought of someone else liking and be influenced with my ideas till i realize. its cus i barely have ppl whom i express it for them to vibe LMAOOO u and other special moots (which is just. 1 other moot i kiss theym) i hold u so dear LIKE YKNOW everytime i have A Thought or i go to my lil private space where ive already word vomit my xiao and lumine bs im like uhehe augh wehehhrhg aur *unintelligible* should i pick this out wud aly like this thoght like i be sending 47827473 asks by then of rewording my jargon to at least be Comprehensible and then again i thought it might not. make as much Sense when in common consensus its not as romantic and too Slow for others but i did have hope youd get it (which u did!!!! and it still blows my mind everytime the joy never gets old to be understood of ur special silly thinkings in overwritten essays cus i cannot. articulate things properly HRHHRHEKDKFHDH)

like i genuinely get worried sumtimes bc with me rambling i mightve unintentionally forced u into my thoughts and agendas even when its just fun exchange and things!! and i really Really dont want mine to override the ideas u have like yknow bc u have god tier ideas too that i still think abt like the fUGK. like i spit Way too much abt zhongli xiao but i also dont see it like the former Pampers the latter too much like a baby than just wanting to ease the suffering like any other person. anyway bottom line i dont want to take away ur prev enjoyment before i came in too cus gosh i get carried away sumtimes but its the Only way to get the interpretation across UEUEUEUE ANYWAY (2) I JUST!!!! GRHGRHSHHH GRAAHHH BITES MY PILLOW U HAVE NO IDEA POPPING INTO THIS INBOX AFTER MY LIL COMMENT ON UR AO3 HAS MADE MY LIL. my little lonely life thinking xiaolumi is a Tad Different feel so Better 💕💗💕💖💞💞💗💞💖💞💞💗💕💖💕💓💕💕💖💕💗💕💗💕💕💗💕💗💞💖💞💞💗💞💖💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💖💞💞💗💞💗💞💗💕💕💗

ILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY i absolutely pinkie prommie that you have NOT forced me into having any thoughts or being part of any agenda, in the past that would Definitely Be Possible i was like incapable of having opinions BUT i am a grown girlboy now and like. idk even when some of the besties share ideas its rly easy to pick apart "i am adding this to my own thoughts Immediately this is perfect" "oh i genuinely rly like that" "oh mad respect but not for me" "oh What The Fuck" (<- that ones for the dottore fuckers) and to keep my own thoughts intact and such,, none of what uve said has overridden any of my own ideas its more like. a) me soaking up ur thoughts like a sponge or b) ur thoughts Fanning The Flames for my own thoughts adding fuel to the fire etc etc like they consistently add and make things better than what i tend to think of on my own but they've never pushed my own thoughts aside in the process yknow ?? idk if that made sense i am Very Tired writing this sob emoji

i Also get carried away i think we both get mad carried away we are like two little silly guys floating in the wind flinging each other further and further out into the atmosphere with no sign of stopping and i love that for us <3

AND NO BC I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THAT like. literally it wouldve been so easy for you to Not Comment or to Not check my silly little blog or to Not send an ask but you DID and i am SO GRATEFUL FOR THAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love love love talking to you i love discussing our silly little ideas i love losing our minds you are so. idk even if we WEREN'T so often on the same wavelength and weren't interested in the same things you are just so so so fun to talk to and to be around !!!!!! and youre so passionate and it makes hearing u talk abt the things u love That Much Better its so. 💞💗💞💖💞💞💗💕💖💕💓💕💕💖💕💗💕💗💕💕💗💕💗💞💗💞💖💞💞💗💕💖💕💓💕💕💖💕💗💕💗💕💕💗💕💗💞💗💞💖💞💞💗💕💖💕💓💕💕💖💕💗💕💗💕💕💗💕💗 LIKE FR !!!!!!!!!!!!!! ILYSM I HOPE UR DAYS BEEN GOING WELL AND I HOPE IT GETS EVEN BETTER !!!!!! and if any part of it Doesnt go well. well. i am sleepwalking my ass over there to beat up all the bad parts and then we will hold hands amen

#parasocial bestie tag

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pnktreacle · 2 years ago

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so you’re telling me sparring ISNT foreplay?

you guys that’s so boring.

#like i wanna fight (consensually OBVIOUSLY)#like bloody noses r so SEXY I WANT TO KISS EVERYONE WITH A BLOODY NOSE #and like struggle fucking #but in a nice way #kind alike wrestling #lmaooo #omg theres a wrestling emoji #🤼#i love it #personal

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darlingyoureperfection · 3 years ago

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hey everyone on irish lads tumblr please ignore me liking all your stuff I’m shy and you’re all very talented and funny and it’s the only way I can share love

#rtgame #irish lads #please I’m socially anxious #you’re really tempting me to start drawing irish lads art #I’m so glad there’s a community that loves them as much as I do #anyways just ignore me #kiss emoji #but consensual of course #it’s a consensual air kiss #like when somebody blows you a kiss #you know what I’m talking about right?#did I really call it an air kiss #I’m feeling like daithi rn #cloud stuff

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I’m not sure if you’ve written for Xiao yet… but I’m always curious of how people interpret his.. libido to say the least, considering he’s an adeptus and doesn’t feel emotion the same way humans do.

Maybe a shy Xiao were he’s not really sure HOW to ask reader to sleep with him so he tries to give “subtle” hint but they really aren’t as subtle as he thinks.

BTW I love your writing ahhhh

(Can I claim an emoji.. idk how that works tbh I never leave asks so if I can… could I be like, 🥀 anon?? Thanks!!! 💜)

hi there! of course you can be 🥀 anon, welcome to my page :D i'm also very happy you like my writing ♡♡♡ tysm for reading

also i have actually only written two pieces for xiao which are as follows:

1) jealous dom xiao

2) consensual somno with dom xiao

i like to think that xiao doesn't know much about sex except that when done between a male and female, you can create another human sometimes

he doesn't really understand the love-making part of intercourse, so i have an idea of who he would try to ask lol

honestly this has a lot of plot. i have been writing so much these past few days, phew! when i have the time, i am a writing machine haha

warnings: switch!xiao and switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

nervous xiao, handjob (xiao receiving), lots of touching/making out lol, first-time sex for both of you :) , lube, fingering/penetration (reader receiving), soft ♡, kissing, baizhu is here but just as a side character because i ♡ him

the leather-bound book sat heavy on your desk in xiao's memory, unable to remove itself from his thoughts.

slightly worn around the edges and held closely to your face while you read it, lips thoroughly bitten. you seemed to think you were so sly when you hid that book behind you whenever he mentioned it.

so it was unusual that he had found it on your desk, for once unguarded by your form. xiao innocently opened the unlabeled cover to see what you had been reading so intently this week.

barely a few sentences in to the page, he immediately realized this was some type of erotic book. he was unfamiliar with some of these terms, purely from a lack of knowledge of human intimacies.

when he finally reached the end of the page, he snapped out of his trance, slamming the book shut with so much force it scattered the pages of your report to the floor.

never had the yaksha been more thoroughly embarrassed, cheeks stained red as he clutched his head.

he knew humans were odd, but he had never seen such a crude book. he never pegged you for the type to be interested in such things. how could one want to read about the act of producing a child?

odd.

perhaps that's how xiao ended up seeking out a personal consultation with the popular pharmacist from bubu pharmacy.

as uncomfortable as it was, the doctor was happy to make his acquaintance, keeping an even-toned expression when he welcomed the yaksha in after hours.

"i understand these concepts might be unfamiliar to you, though i mean no disrespect. these types of things are different from public displays of affection, and they aren't so easily written in literature."

xiao begged to differ based upon that book you left out so haphazardly on your desk for anyone to see.

he allowed the doctor to explain things in the most scientific way possible, trying to remain calm and collected until the yaksha suddenly held up a hand to stop him.

"i...appreciate your effort, but i already understand the act of procreation. i just don't..comprehend why humans seem to enjoy it so much."

baizhu paused, determining the best way to answer the question before he finally understood why xiao really wanted to see him. "i see. you're asking about why lovers like it so much." baizhu barely stifled a chuckle. "to be honest, it's been a while since i have done that myself, but it isn't so much about the act itself."

"how so?"

"it's about being vulnerable with someone. allowing them to see all of you while you see all of them. it's hard to let ourselves be open with everyone, especially if we have a particularly traumatic past. it can lead to becoming guarded." xiao frowned at this. "but, when you're with someone special, a normally uncomfortable situation becomes tender. intercourse becomes love-making." baizhu scratched the back of his neck, wondering if any of this was even sticking. "ah, i'm sorry if-"

xiao abruptly stood, silencing the doctor. "no need to apologize. i understand now. thank you for your time, doctor."

"oh, before you go-" baizhu stood up slower than xiao, reaching behind the counter to collect a small brown bag. "it might not be my place, but i always see mr. zhongli from the wangsheng funeral parlor here collecting peculiarly strong medicine for someone in liyue. it might be presumptuous of me, but, here." he held the bag out towards xiao. "it'll save mr. zhongli a trip here."

xiao gingerly took the bag, holding it in one palm before practically vanishing before baizhu's eyes. the pharmacist smiled to himself, shaking his head before locking up the pharmacy doors and heading home.

it had been a few days since then, and after continuous thinking, he finally decided it was the right time to ask you to do this with him.

you seemed to thoroughly enjoy that book, so surely, it would be even better to experience the real thing, no?

although, xiao had no idea how to bring this to your attention without sounding crude. why was he so nervous about something so simple? he was a yaksha. why were trivial human matters frightening to him?

when you finally came home that evening, you were surprised to see xiao waiting for you, standing in the doorway at attention, watching you almost drop your bag.

"oh, xiao-" you held a hand over your heart, laughing to yourself. "you scared me a little there."

you walked past him, opting to unpack your bag as xiao focused his steel gaze upon your form. "i don't know if you're hungry or not, but i brought your favorite." you turned, holding the container of almond tofu with a big grin.

you expected to see the usual hint of a smile on his own lips, though he seemed to remain neutral as you frowned slightly. "hey, is something wrong?" you started to feel concerned, worried you had upset the yaksha.

xiao clenched his fists as he huffed. "it's nothing. i appreciate the gesture."

you deflated a bit, causing xiao to feel that slight burn in his chest. guilt, he assumed. "alright, sure. i'll leave it here for you." you set the container back on the counter, rubbing your eyes as you put the rest of your things away.

xiao could take it no longer, wishing desperately to get this idea out of his head. "i read your book." he softly blurted out as you slowly turned towards him on your heels.

"what book-"

"the book."

"oh..." you fell silent, face feeling hot as you coughed. "well, i am, uh, sorry for traumatizing you with that, so...yeah." you averted your eyes, screaming at yourself inside your head. how could you forget to put that book back under your pillow? xiao was definitely going to disappear forever now. well done.

"do you want to try...that."

your eyes practically popped out from your skull, covering your mouth. "try what now?"

"intercourse. with- me."

xiao's face was as red as a tomato as you stared at him shocked. "i knew this was a foolish idea, i apologize for offending you. this is an insult to-"

"no!" you yelled out, moving your hands to his shoulders. "no, no, no you're misunderstanding!" you shook your head. "xiao, do you really mean it? you'd try it? with me?"

xiao nodded once, surprised by your overdramatic reaction. was it really as good as baizhu explained it to be?

he also wondered if his karmic debt would weigh too heavily on you for a moment before you gasped, shaking his shoulders with your excited gestures.

"oh, xiao, i...i wanted to ask you for a really long time. i just- i thought you'd never want to. and i never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable." you explained as xiao finally understood.

so you did want to create a child with him? to be honest, he wasn't quite sure if it was even possible, though he had heard stories of half adeptus children in liyue, namely that very popular lawyer woman.

"i'm willing to try." xiao nodded. he allowed you to excitedly lead him to the bedroom, stumbling over your own feet as you pulled him to the bed.

"there's really no need to be nervous." you told him sweetly, cradling his face between your palms as he willed himself to relax.

you were correct, and he hated to admit that a human was more wise than him.

you slowly leaned forward. "is this okay?" you questioned, noses nearly touching as he nodded, staying still and allowing you to approach him. you carefully pressed your lips to his, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones as you smiled into his mouth.

xiao's eyes fluttered shut as he allowed you to guide him, keeping his hands at his sides, awkwardly clutching at the blankets. you gently pulled away, feeling him lean forward to chase your lips before catching himself and opening his eyes.

you reached towards his hands now, holding them gently and placing them on your waist as you climbed into his lap. "there, that's better." you commented, kissing him deeper, swiping your tongue across the seam of his lips.

shockingly, xiao seemed to understand this gesture, parting his lips and allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth. he seemed to find this sensation odd, gripping your hips a little tighter when you shifted against him.

he felt warm when you moved over his hips, pressing your weight down onto him as he groaned, feeling the strange sensations.

you smirked, grinding down against him as he leaned away, panting with spit-slicked lips as you held onto his shoulders tighter. "does that feel good?" you asked as his eyes closed once more, eyebrows furrowing. you giggled a little before stopping, hips growing tired before you suddenly let out a soft moan when xiao started moving your hips for you.

it was easy to forget his inhuman strength when he looked so soft. his grip was tight as he moved you at his leisure, inexperienced yet curious.

"have you- done this before?" you asked him, feeling warmth building in your core as xiao shook his head.

"never." he answered before pulling you against him once more, trembling a bit. "have you?" from the way you spoke and read it so freely, he was shocked to see you shyly shake your head.

"no...i was waiting for the right person." you admitted sheepishly. "i wanted it to be special." you smiled up at him, kissing his cheek.

xiao realized you were talking about him, making it feel like he had crystalflies in his stomach.

"here, i want to try something." you moved off his lap, opting to tug at the waistband of his pants. "we both take off some clothes so it isn't as awkward, okay?"

xiao was perplexed when he watched you shyly pull of your jacket. "i assumed it was normal to strip during this act. is it not natural?"

"huh?"

"being nude. why would you be uncomfortable with the idea?"

you paused, mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of an excuse. in that time, xiao took it upon himself to fully strip. "i have no shame in this form. i took it many years ago in honor of my savior. it is something of pride and loyalty. your form is to be respected." xiao reminded you as your eyes widened.

"well...okay." you took a deep breath, removing the rest of your clothing to match xiao as he carefully folded the fabric, placing it on the chair near the bed. "come here." you gestured as he moved towards you. "lean against the headboard."

xiao did as you commanded, feeling your gaze burn against his skin when you trailed your eyes down his body. you stopped just above his groin, feeling embarrassed as you leaned forward.

"oh! i almost forgot, i actually had something, well uh...just in case." you laughed nervously, reaching over to your nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of liquid.

"what is that?"

"it's supposed to make it easier by making your skin more slippery." you explained, uncapping the bottle to pour some on your fingers. "it'll feel much better with this. or so i've heard."

"from who?"

"...sources."

you ignored xiao's huff, carefully tracing a finger along his shaft as his hips jumped. "sensitive." you smiled, feeling his thighs go tense as you swirled your finger around the tip, playing with the slit as his cock slowly grew harder, leaning up against his stomach.

you moved your hand around him, carefully stroking in a gentle motion as he let out a groan from the slick sounds of your hand on his skin. "it...feels good, but strange-" xiao's hands clenched on the sheets as you moved your hand up and down, using the other hand to play with his heavy balls as he gasped.

as expected, he didn't last long, reaching his first orgasm quickly, coming all over your hand and his stomach, feeling sticky on your fingers as you gently eased him through his orgasm. he relaxed against the headboard, watching as you smiled to yourself.

the expression slowly faded when you realized he was still hard...?

"what- xiao, that's...weird? that's not supposed to happen."

xiao looked perplexed. "i thought humans are capable of enduring multiple orgasms."

"i mean, yeah, with breaks- they don't just keep going-" xiao cut you off by pulling you towards him, pressing your body to his.

"what do i do to return this favor?"

"well, i guess the equivalent would be fingering me? i'm not really sure about that though because-!" xiao reached his hand down to press against your wet cunt, feeling your hips jump against his touch. "xiao, hold on, i'm sensitive-"

he pressed his free hand against your fingers, collecting the leftover lube to press against your cunt, rolling his fingers over the skin messily. "xiao, there's a specific way to do it." your cheeks burned. "i'll show you." with one hand, you gripped his shoulder, the other reaching down to wrap around his wrist, feeling around for your clit until you positioned his finger pads just right.

"oh- there." you sighed, moving his fingers in circles as you moved your hips to match the motion.

"is this...adequate?"

"very," you laughed breathlessly. "but, i need you to do something else for me too."

"anything."

"before we try to put your...you know in me, i need to be, how should i say this, stretched out? they say it really hurts the first time...and i guess i'm just a little nervous because-"

"i promise i won't let anything hurt you." you were taken aback by xiao's sudden oath, looking deep into your eyes as your lips parted. "tell me what i need to do."

you carefully moved his hand down towards your hole, allowing him to feel for himself. "here?" he asked.

"yeah, just press in but be gentle, please." you whimpered as he dipped the tip of his index finger in, gently pushing as you shifted uncomfortably. "feels weird."

xiao stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed by the strange texture around his finger. it was tight, yet soft, wet, and warm as you sucked the digit in. he stuck another next to it, feeling you grip his shoulder tightly, hand falling from his wrist as you dug your nails into his bicep. "archons-"

he continued to push the digits in and out, sometimes moving his fingers a bit. he recalled baizhu explaining some of this. he called it 'fingering' or something along the lines. a fitting name indeed.

eventually you stopped him, gesturing for him to remove his fingers as he frowned. "is something wrong?"

"no, no, i just- i think i'm ready." you took a deep breath as he nodded.

he positioned his tip at your entrance, watching you worry your lip between your teeth as you felt it slowly enter you, tensing your body as he hissed.

"don't do that-" he groaned, grabbing your hips. "relax your muscles, it's too...tight."

you tried to relax, eyes tearing up slightly. it was not as excruciating as you expected, though the stretch did burn, and once you finally got through the hard part, xiao paused.

he allowed you to lean on him, taking shallow breaths as he smoothed a hand down your back. baizhu told him to be patient. he explained you would need time to adjust, that it could be painful taking something in your body this way.

xiao was glad he listened, finally feeling your heartbeat slow as he gently soothed you, albeit stiffly.

"are you okay?" he asked, feeling you nod against his shoulder. he carefully moved his hips experimentally, feeling you clutch your arms around his neck for stability, still pressed to his chest as he hummed, picking up the pace gradually.

you allowed him to buck into you at different angles, feeling him shiver as you kissed at his neck, humming into his skin.

"ah-" you suddenly arched when he hit your g-spot unexpectedly, eyes closing as xiao looked concerned. "that was- good, that was a good spot and-"

he pressed into it again, maintaining the angle of his hips as you trembled. "no, no, i'm gonna come if you keep doing that, xiao." you panicked, though he paid no mind, hearing going static as he continued to fuck up into you. "xiao-" you whined as he held you close to him.

he felt your soft breaths on his skin, hair tickling his neck as you suddenly jolted. "oh- i'm close, i'm really close, xiao, xiao-" you moaned lowly, desperately holding back.

"why are you afraid to experience orgasm?" xiao asked, breaking you from your stupor.

"huh?"

"why?"

"you...i need to keep up with you, xiao. if i- fuck, if i come now...you won't get to and i-"

"i don't mind." xiao admitted, focusing on the feeling of you squeezing around him. "i wanted to know what this was like. i didn't understand why humans were so fond of such things."

he reached down with a hand, sliding it down your stomach to press into your clit as you gasped. how did he remember where-

right. yaksha.

he had you trembling against him, orgasm washing over you as you went slack, leaning onto him and crying out his name as he shuddered, leaning back as you continued to squeeze him oh so tightly.

you felt blissed out as you slowly regained your senses, vision coming back to you as you smiled up at him.

your body still felt tingly, limbs numb as he slowly slid out of you. xiao could tell you were out of it, eyes hazy as he leaned down to kiss your head tenderly.

perhaps human intimacies weren't all completely useless.

#🥀─ 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 ˚ૢ⋆˚#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #xiao smut #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #switch xiao #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

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whorekneecentral · 2 years ago

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kinktober - day 20: sex tape/drunk sex // p.g10

Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Warnings: being tipsy, consent is given prior to and during events, recording (consensual), oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex - doggy emoji, cumplay, the use of the word ‘whore’ in a sexual context.

Word Count: 1,211

Author’s Note: this one’s for my pierre babes and the bitches that love the doggy emoji

kinktober 2022 masterlist

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Drunk minds breed sober thoughts, you convinces Pierre to finally fulfill your dirty fantasy.

The keys dropped on the floor and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop the giggle. “Shhh!” Pierre half shouts, half whispers. His arm hung over your shoulder as he unlocked the door, the two of you stumbling into the apartment.

Your boyfriend has you pressed against the door, his hands on your face as he kisses you.

“No, c’mon,” you say, pulling away and grabbing his hand to go to the bedroom.

“Stay!” Pierre says, planting his feet so he doesn’t move. You roll your eyes, letting go of his hand. “Fine, you stay.” You tell him, pushing the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your feet before stepping out of it.

Pierre’s blue eyes were burning holes into you, watching as you walk to the bathroom, hips swaying as you go. You can hear his footsteps, the man running over and picking you up from behind. He jumps on the bed with you, kissing your shoulder as you two drop down, you on top of him.

The two of you were coming off a night of clubbing, his friends convincing him to come out for a drink which turned into two and then three until they just kept coming.

Everyone knows Pierre doesn’t go anywhere without you.

Next thing you know, you’re at the club with him.

Pierre lets go of you, letting you crawl over to lay by the pillows. You watch as your boyfriend tosses his shirt on the floor, his pants joining the shirt in a moment.

You toss your leg over his as you snuggle into his side, your head on his chest. “I love you,” you hum, finger trailing down his chest.

“I love you too.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head.

“You know..” you start, rolling onto your stomach, chin on his chest as you look up at him. His eyes fixed on yours as you said, “what I always wanted to do?”

He hums, waiting for you to go on.

“Make a sex tape.”

Pierre laughs. “What? Are you serious?”

“I mean.. yeah. You’re away so much and I miss you,” you admit to him, Pierre’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “Okay.”

“Okay what?” You ask.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

You sit up on your knees, looking at him. “Really? You don’t need more convincing? He can hear the excitement in your voice and it makes him smile.

“Yeah, really.” He says, sitting up. “C’mon.”

You go to kiss him but he stops you, “hold on, sweetheart.” He sets his phone on the nightstand, the camera facing the two of you before pulling you back to him. You’re still on your knees, palms flat down on your thigh as Pierre cups your cheeks, “you’re absolutely sure you want to do this, amour? We can stop.”

“I want to,” you tell him, “if you’re okay with it.”

“C’mere,” Pierre pulls you to him, kissing you softly.

You climb onto his lap, Pierre reaches behind you to unhook your bra and the lacy material falls onto your lap. His head drops, kissing along your chest, moving down to your tits and he leaves little marks behind, purplish bruises faint on your skin.

“Pierre!” You giggle, “how am I supposed to wear that top to brunch tomorrow ?”

“Worry about that later,” he mumbles against your skin, his lips wrapping around your nipple. The other hand moving up to play with the other one, fingers pinching slightly.

You pull your boyfriend up by his hair, as much as you didn’t want too but you wanted him and you wanted him now.

He watches as you get off the bed, sinking down onto your knees. He knows what you want and shifts to sit on the edge, his boxers off as you raise yourself up to be equal with his lap. Pierre grabs the phone, turning it so he can record you.

His eyes fixed on you even though the camera was on you, he watched as you took him in your mouth, all at once. “Fuck,” he groans, his head tipping back a bit.

“Take it so well, don’t you? Can't go without sucking my cock hm?” Pierre pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

You glance up at your boyfriend, mascara smudged from the tears in your eyes, your lips wrapped around his cock; you were a sight to see.

Your cheeks hollow, “fuck- honey, come on.” Pierre pulls you up, “wanna cum in you.”

“That was in me,” you tease, getting back on the bed.

“Hush,” he gives your ass a smack. “Hands and knees,” Pierre tells you, the camera on you as you re-situate yourself.

Your back arches, the curve of your spine evident when he comes up behind you. His hand rubs down your back, leaning over you to prop the phone up on the pillows, the camera now front facing so you could watch.

Pierre pushes into you, his name falling from your lips. “God, please Pierre, like that,” the words tumble out, begging your boyfriend for more as he fucks you.

His hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. Your hand reaching under you, fingers barely reaching to rub your clit.

He pulls you up, his arm wrapped around your middle, your back pressed to his chest. HIs fingers dig into your side for a moment, squeezing you a bit. “Look amour,” he whispers into your neck, “look how pretty you looked all fucked out.”

Your eyes open, looking at the screen in front of you. Pierre’s eyes meet yours, and you smile. “You’re such a whore,” he hums, chuckling.

Between the angle you were at and his hand sliding down to rub on your clit, your head drops back onto his shoulder, begging him to let you cum.

“Pierre, baby, please god- fuck, let me cum please,” you ramble out and Pierre hums, kissing along your jaw, “mhm I'm not stopping you, chérie.”

He lets you drop back onto your arms, back arched for him once again. He feels you cum around him, the wetness covering his cock. It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Pierre cums too.

He’s still in you when he leans over you to grab the phone.

The camera recording as he pulls out, pushing you forward a little more so your pussy’s in frame. The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy.

He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers.

Pierre ends the recording when you let go of his fingers with a pop. He drops down on the bed next to you, the phone being set on the nightstand before he looks over at you.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asks you, arm draped over your stomach.

You smile, looking at your boyfriend. “Exactly what I wanted.”

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