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avastyetwats · 1 year ago

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Stede heard the groan that came from Izzy when he bent over to show himself off in the new underwear, feigning innocence as though he just wanted to make sure they fit well when he already knew they did. He just wanted to tempt his boyfriend even more, he wanted to make him given in first, make him crumble and fall to his knees or bend Stede over. He wouldn't mind either one, but the thought of Izzy bending him over, pushing the new pair of underwear aside and taking him just like this sounded quite wonderful to Stede. But he knew it wouldn't be that easy. He knew Izzy would continue to put up a fight, though there were times he intentionally gave in. Whether to fuck Stede or to be fucked.

He kept his eyes off of Izzy's lap, knowing if he got a look at his large erection, his own resolve would decrease significantly and he couldn't let that happen. He was having too much fun now and he knew - based on his groan and the way his hands were gripping the couch - he was losing his resolve, too. He wanted to reach out and touch Stede so bad, possibly pull him onto his lap and grind up against him while wearing these tight underwear, but he resisted. He resisted, but he suggested watching Stede walk around in them a bit more. That meant he wanted to see more so in a way, Stede had the advantage right now. He could move in ways that would drive Izzy crazy, that would make him shatter and Stede wanted that. He wanted to be ruined by Izzy while wearing this new wear and he was sure Izzy wanted the same.

He was facing Izzy now, but kept his eyes on his face and then he did a little twirl until he was facing the kitchen again. But the twirl was for show. "All the way in the kitchen? I thought you wanted to watch me, Izzy." He pouts, reaching behind him to slip the tips of his fingers into the waistline of the underwear only so he could grab and pull them up, letting his ass cheeks hang out just a little more for Izzy to see. "Mm, if you make me grab them, I'm going to eat a two or few." Which he wasn't lying. Because anytime he was around Izzy's baked goods? There was no stopping the man. So, after sliding his hands over his ass and then tightening the apron just a little, Stede makes his way into the kitchen, but making sure to sway his hips to further tempt and drive his lover crazy. But his added comment about the milk makes Stede stop, his face flushing, spreading down his neck and to his chest.

Milk was no longer something innocent and pure in this household. No. Izzy had turned it into something absolutely filthy one day after Stede had drank a glass of milk, a drop left on his bottom lip that Izzy so kindly cleaned with his tongue, comparing the sight of him like this to the times he's had cum on his lips and so, he offered Stede his milk and Stede oh so happily accepted the offer. He dropped to his knees, took his cock into his mouth, and sucked him dry. He drank every drop and sucked even after that, making sure there was none left. He even lapped up what slid down his shaft before cleaning is lips only to be kissed so feverishly by Izzy, tasting himself on Stede's tongue as they so often loved to do.

And fuck. His cock was throbbing now while thinking about that and he wanted to ask for his milk instead, but he remembered this was a game. A competition. One he was trying to come out victorious. "Yes, daddy." Oh, how Izzy loved to be called that, especially when talking about his milk. Asking if Stede was hungry for his milk, if he was a good boy and deserved it... Stede shakes those thoughts from his mind and continues into the kitchen where he pours a glass of milk and grabs the plate of biscuits. Then he has an idea...

He sets both items down and discards the apron. He sets it neatly over a kitchen chair, leaving him in just the new underwear. Then he grabs the glass of milk again and drinks from it, allowing some of it to drip down his chin and onto his chest, looking like Izzy had just made a mess of him. Perhaps seeing him like this would make him want to. Then he takes a biscuit and pops it into his mouth before emerging from the kitchen and moaning. "Oh, Izzy, it's so delicious.." He praises, acting, and looking, as though he had Izzy in his mouth, what with praising the taste of something and having white liquid on his skin - one of the drops sliding down his abdomen and disappearing inside of the underwear. He's rock hard inside of the fabric, his bulge bigger than just a few minutes ago, all for Izzy to see.

Continued from here. @izzyeffinhands

“Is it? Well, it’s a good thing I’m not suffering any penalties for it, hm?” Stede retorts with a smirk, feeling quite full of himself and quite powerful because of how badly Izzy wanted to see him in this new underwear, and just underwear in general. And since he started the teasing game, Stede figured he would play along and perhaps even finish it. But he knew Izzy, of course. That man wouldn’t find easily. He wouldn’t give in quickly unless he wanted to and honestly, Stede had been the one to fold first most of the time. But he was getting better at holding his own, at playing the game and being damn good at it… just not good enough to come out victorious.

Including in this moment, though Stede hadn’t expected to win right away. Not when they were just getting started. But here was his penalty, his consequence for being unsportsmanlike. Izzy sat down instead of following like Stede hoped, but a part of him didn’t exactly expect him, too, because again, this was their game. One they’ve played before. A battle of strength and determination.

And he knew exactly what Izzy was doing. Probably sitting all spread out, legs open, arms stretched, chest puffed out, looking incredibly inviting and unbelievably sexy. Oh, how Stede loved dropping to knees when he’s was say like that, running his hands up his hairy thighs, leaning in and inhaling his scent, wrapping his lips around his— NO. No. Recalling such moments and imagining more was a sure fire way for Stede to lose this battle. Especially with the throb between his legs increasing, starting to scream at him to go back. To beg his boyfriend to touch him. No. He couldn’t. He won’t.

So he hurries into the bedroom before he can change his mind, and he waits for a few minutes. “Izzy, where did you go? I want you to come see, baby.” He calls from the bedroom before he sticks his head out. Though he can’t see the puppy eyes Stede is giving, he can certainly hear it in his voice. But when he still doesn’t come, Stede thinks of something else. Oh, he knows exactly what to do. He pulls off his underwear, discards all other clothing and then slips into the new pair. Oh, they’re perfectly tight. Hugging him in all the night ways and his bulge is a bit more noticeable now. But he doesn’t stop there. He grabs one of Izzy’s shorter aprons from the closet and slips it on, He knows how much Izzy loves when Stede wears his clothing and he certainly wouldn’t be expecting this. Especially with how big they are on him.

Then he exits the room and makes his way back into the living room where is boyfriend sits just as Stede suspected. Spread out and oh so inviting. He doesn’t dare look at his south, keeping his eyes up as he crosses the living room. “Does this look okay?” He questions, stopping in front of him, his back to Izzy as he bends over just a little to give him a show. To tempt him more.

#stede can be the biggest tease and i love it #c; stede bonnet #izzyeffinhands #n.sfw

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pearlywritings · 3 years ago

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Intimacy shared in the wild

synopsis: you and your lover have a steamy moment outside PART 2

pairing: Albedo, Dainsleif, Venti, Xiao (separately) x fem!reader

tw: established relationship, very much suggestive

word count: 4.5k+ words in total

author’s note: you can check part 1 here and part 3 here!

Albedo

You really weren’t supposed to get caught in a blizzard while staying on Dragonspine. While the place by all means is very cold it is still tolerable if the right warm clothes are chosen to be worn. However once the strong wind comes into picture, lifting the snow in the air and biting at your skin even through layers of clothing - you have little to help it.

You feel pretty lucky though, since the weather worsened when you and your boyfriend had already reached his camp and gotten inside the cave. Having put collected stuff on one of the tables, Albedo motioned you to light some more campfires and drop some melting powders in the back of the cave, where the snow had gotten and solidified into ice.

When the task is finished and you turn around, the alchemist has already made use of his abilities and created something akin to a wall, blocking the raging wind and decreasing the chance of frost coming at you.

“That should be enough to keep us warm and safe,” he hums, giving the wall an assessing look and staying content with the result.

“For h-how long d-do you think we’ll b-be staying here?” you have to admit you are a little bit jealous of your lover - wearing his usual outfit - that doesn’t look all that heat-keeping - he isn’t fazed by the cold, not even in the slightest! Meanwhile you, dressed in a fur-lined coat, can’t stop your teeth from chattering. Arms wrapped tight around your body, you use your feet to drag a chair closer to one of the campfires, hoping to warm up at least a little bit.

“Taking into consideration my previous experiences it can take from a couple of hours to the morning of the next day,” with swift motions the hands of the scientist sort through the things he left on the table. You glance his way and then back to staring at the dancing flames that were too and yet not close enough to you.

“Oh, g-great!” If you could, you would throw your arms up, but it might cost you some of the so needed warmth. You two are stuck, no way you are walking back to the city with zero visibility, and as far as you know this place isn’t packed with a place to sleep. Comfortably sleep.

“Don’t sit this close to the fire, the fur on your sleeves or the hem may catch it,” Albedo walks past you carrying some vials and ingredients to the shelves.

“Well, sorry, but I am cold!” you can’t help but complain, yet still move your chair back a little. Maybe you should also try and move around? Not to mention Albedo can possibly need some help.

However, before you have an opportunity to act upon your decision, a rustling sound catches your attention. The man has already tended to his task and is now bent down over one of the wooden boxes in the corner of the room, fishing one after another three thick blankets out.

“We keep those here just in case of a predicament like now,” he explains, laying one blanket on the floor not so far from another campfire and then flicking his wrist in your direction. Getting the hint and a bit intrigued, you leave your place and hurry to him just as he puts one more blanket in a heap down on the first and holds the last one up.

“Undress.”

“Excuse me?” with widened eyes you stare at the pretty much serious-looking male.

“Your clothes are still wet from the snow you’ve fallen into and the chill has reached underneath, so just sitting near the fire won’t help. We’ll exercise the skin to skin contact to keep you warm and get your clothes dry.”

“So you mean… We are gonna cuddle naked?” While stunned and a bit shy, you still drag your gloves off and start working on your buttons.

“I’ve never thought of it this way,” he considers the notion behind your words and then suddenly smiles. “Well, if it is you, it is indeed cuddling. It sounds nice.”

Fighting the sudden blush creeping onto your cheeks, you finally discard your clothes, leaving just your bra and panties on. Albedo is quick to wrap you in a blanket and set down, starting to work on his clothes next.

Not a minute later you find yourself seated in his lap, face to face, chest to chest, both of you securely enveloped in two blankets. Surprisingly the man emits warmth just like a regular human, and you happily snuggle into his embrace, relaxing.

“Better now?” he asks softly, keeping his palms on your sides, rubbing thumbs up and down them.

“Yeah, it is. Though I would really like it warmer,” you admit. Of course you do not expect anything, it is already nicer than it was before, but suddenly one hand leaves your side and wraps around your covered breast. “A-albedo?” your breath hitches when your eyes meet his - pure and crystalin they are examining your face.

“I can manipulate some reactions in your body with my touch to increase the temperature. If you allow me, of course.” Well, that doesn’t sound all that bad. Actually it sounds… exciting.

The next twenty minutes are filled with wet open-mouthed kisses, groping, grinding and arousing each other with the softest and neediest sounds you both produce. The straps of your bra have fallen off your shoulders, breasts nearly spilling out of cups into his attentive hands, both of your underwear now have dark spots on your crotches, because you can’t stop yourself from rubbing your aching pussy on him. His cheeks are flushed a pretty tint of pink and you know, yours are no better. Your lips look like art - swollen and glistening, and Albedo can’t get enough of them.

The heat is already enough as it is, even the comforters slid down to your waists, you can stop-

“Why don’t you warm my insides too,” you whisper breathlessly after yet another kiss and your lover grabs at your hips, bringing your body even closer.

You do not want to stop.

Dainsleif

"I assure you, there is no need," the serious look on your travel companion slash unexpectedly acquired lover's face would've discouraged anyone who had dared to ask him for something. Yet you are not anyone and you are not backing off, especially not in a situation like this.

"Come on, Twilight Sword, it's been days since we left the inn and who knows how much time- no, stop, don't say that, I know you are aware of where what is located and how long it'd take to arrive - that's not the point now! What is the point however is the perfect opportunity handed to us by nature - where and when else would you find a lake as clear and not as chilly as this at night in the area with no monsters spotted in sight. I do not tell you to relax, since you don't know how, yeah, we figured it out, note long ago taken, just please, take a freaking bath! Well, more like a dive to clean up, but I think you got the concept."

The man before you sighs, bringing his hand to the temple and massaging it like you've just given him the worst headache he's had in the last five hundred years. You mirror the pose he loves to use - crossing your arms on your chest - and direct a piercing gaze at him. Seriously, no need to be so dramatic, Captain, it’s gotten old one hundred years ago.

“It’s been just a couple of days since we left the said inn. I do not see the point in it, given we haven’t done much fighting lately.”

“Oh, so you want me to give you a good reason why you should?” the blonde stares at you with zero amusement written on his face, choosing to cross his arms as well.

“Well, you may try,” oh, is that a challenge? You gladly accept it.

"What if I said it's because I want to finally have sex with you?" The dark mystically blue eyes widen at your bold statement and thin lips part. You just roll your eyes - why would you hit around the bush when you’ve known each other longer than a human being lives and has been intimate more times you can count. "Back in the inn, when we had a bed and a bath within our reach, you, all of the sudden, decided it was just the right time to start collecting and processing new information about the Abyss Order, ignoring all of my attempts. Okay, maybe hints really do not work with you, so I am saying it now - I am frustrated and have been so for the past couple of weeks or maybe a month."

"And you think sex would cure your frustration?" Dainsleif manages to get a hold of himself and asks curiously, eyeing the robe you are wearing. Unlike him you’ve taken your chance to wash the moment you arrived at the lake and set the camp. By now your hair has almost dried.

"Well, I think so, if you make sure to thrust it out of my body. My own fingers can't do the job properly.”

You fall silent. Dainsleif is looking at you without a word uttered as well, processing the information presented to him. Your relationship, while established, isn’t anything like normal couples have. At first bonded over the fact your homeland was destroyed and you both were doomed to lead this miserable cursed existence, you progressed to become something more than acquaintances, more than friends. He’d be a liar if he said your moments of affection and intimacy didn’t light up his days, making everything more bearable and that sometimes he didn’t miss the smallest touches of yours, even if it’s just your hands brushing against each other while walking.

Scanning the area around and carefully listening to the sounds in the night, the tall man sighs, reaching to take his clothes piece by piece without commenting on it. The look on your face tells him you are surprised he didn’t put up a further fight, but then you grin gleefully, uncrossing your arms and stepping closer. There is a soft hand on his jaw and a kiss planted to the corner of his mouth as you take a hold of a cape he hands you.

Everything is silent while he fully disrobes, letting you take care of his clothes, and steps into water. You weren’t lying when you said it was not as chilly as one would expect in the dark time of the day. Dainsleif walks further and further, until it reaches his waist, and only then starts tending to himself. Sometimes he can’t believe it - how you have your way with him, convincing to join you in many of your affairs, but often doing the same for him. Maybe that’s what it’s like to be in a relationship...

From the corner of his eye he sees how you take a seat on a big stone on the shore, legs crossed, toes grazing the lake surface, arms supporting your body behind you and head tilted back. He is sure you are watching the stars again, so he pays it no mind, diving and scooping water on himself to properly wash.

Until suddenly you giggle. The man turns and looks at you in confusion, hand freezing on the shoulder he was rubbing. Your gaze is back on him and even in the dark he can swear there is a mischievous glint behind your irises.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you shake your head, returning to your entertainment. “Just remembered how a decade - I think? - ago you railed me right against the Statue of the Seven. Whose was that? Morax’s?”

“Barbatos’,” the memory flashed before his eyes. Not of the statue but of the heated and absolutely lewd face, of your nails biting in his shoulder blades and your heels digging in the small of his back all the while his cock was drilling in your pussy on the sheer power of irritation. Dainsleif feels himself getting harder at the image, hand sliding from his shoulder, down his chest and torso until it disappears under water.

“Oh yeah, right! You’ve returned from your outing to Mondstadt quite disgruntled, because people of the City of Freedom were singing praises to the useless Archon. By the way… Wait, when have you-”

He appeared in front of you so suddenly and you didn’t even notice! His lips silence you, his fingers reach to the front of your robe, opening it right on your chest. Uncovered breasts bounce as he grabs your knees and opens your legs for his body to take place between them.

“Getting all worked up, huh, Captain?” a breathless chuckle ghosts against his lips and your eyes are shining brighter than any star from above. So it was your attempt to turn him on? Well then...

“Isn’t it what you’ve desired for so long, hm?” he lowly murmurs and, not waiting for an answer, brings his mouth down the side of your neck. One hand travels from your knee and right to the thigh, tracing the pattern so similar to the one on his arm and getting the robe out of the way. Distracted, you barely have time to brace yourself for what happens next.

He kneels before you. In the past no one would’ve believed, you included, that centuries later The Twilight Sword, the Captain of the Royal Guard, the pride of Khaenri’ah, would be kneeling before your spread legs, almost too eagerly throwing them over his shoulders and diving right between your plush thighs.

The first sweet cry breaks the serenity of the night, and from how feverishly he is lapping at your already wet folds added to your past experiences you know - it’s not the last one.

Venti

Gleeful laughter fills the summer air, dissolving into a sweet song, carried away by the wind. Two voices, akin to a gentle breeze, dance against the tough scales of a dragon body, reminding of a free-spirited nature of their owners.

Your lips are stretched in a smile and Venti can’t help but feel happy - you haven’t seen each other in two thousand years, yet you haven’t changed at all. Neither the human form you’ve chosen, nor the smallest traits of your character have sharpened or faded away. You are the same as he remembers you, and he hopes you are of a similar opinion about him.

From the very moment when you arrived in Mondstadt and found him the Anemo Archon has been practically glued to you. So many years passed, so many things happened - there were lots of stories to be told, lots of memories to reminisce about. And when he told you about Dvalin and the whole story, you only smiled and said:

Well, that’s why I am back. The rumors traveled all the way to Fontain where I’ve been residing for some time. I kind of hoped it meant you are finally awake from your slumber, so I decided to visit and see for myself!

Venti felt touched after your admission. It’s undeniably nice when someone still keeps you in their memory and is looking forward to reunion. Even more splendid is that this someone is you, a long-time friend, an everlasting lover, who understands the freedom-loving god, as you too used to be just a little minor elemental spirit, who gained your power during the war, when people were willing to believe in anyone just to keep themselves hopeful and sane.

The story of your meeting is for another time of recollection Venti decided and invited you to take a ride on Dvalin, to recall what it’s like to be up in the skies and share the feeling of tranquility with you.

The beautiful dragon agreed without second thought, ready to help his friend and the one he knew Barbatos held dear to his heart. It’s been almost an hour already with your bodies resting against the enormous creature’s wide back, absolutely undisturbed with how smoothly the Dragon of the East has been gliding above the clouds.

There has been laughter, there have been teasing remarks that turned into fooling around (which nearly cost Venti his beret) and play-fighting each other until the male ended up on top of you, making himself incredibly comfortable there with no plans to roll off.

“Ah~ I missed this,” he murmurs contently, burying his face between your breasts, eliciting a chuckle out of your throat, and Archons is it melodical to his ears.

“Sure you did, my gentle spirit,” fingers run through his smooth short black strands at the base, and the bard hums, pressing a quick kiss to your left soft mound.

“Hm? Are you not wearing anything under your blouse?” curious aqua green eyes stare at you as an elegantly thin digit carefully pokes at your covered flesh. You watch him in amusement as he is waiting for an answer all the while trying to figure out if he has gotten it all wrong or he is actually correct.

“Kind of yes and no,” you finally say, noticing how his brows knit in confusion. Adorable.

“What do you mean? How it can be yes and no in a case like this,” Venti slightly lifts his upper body, redirecting his eyes at your chest. The whole situation is sinfully entertaining and you almost sigh in bliss - you missed moments like this, each and every one fondly kept in your mind.

“Why don’t you unbutton it and find out yourself?” What you both have in common is the lack of shame - doesn’t matter you kind of have a third person here, you don't even think the dragon can hear anything with wind carrying all the sounds in the opposite of the dragon’s head direction. The mirth, an ever present companion of the Anemo Archon whenever you see him, dances in his gem-like eyes. This man doesn’t need to be told twice.

“Don’t mind if I do ehe~” deft fingers start working on your buttons the moment permission is given. At this point he’s straddling your hips with your hands resting on his own, patiently waiting and observing his clothes you’ve taken notice of the very first day, but never having an opportunity to comment on it.

“I must admit your new outfit is quite cute. Suits you well, my dear poet.”

“Hehe, I know, I quite like it myself too,” with a wink he bends down and smooches your cheek, then attacking your nose to which you respond by rubbing yours against his, pouring your voices in a new fit of giggles.

“How humble of you,” a teasing lilt is what Venti loves about your voice, even more he loves you spilling praises and pretty moans, but this song of yours is for later.

Buttons are finally undone, and the blouse is wide open, letting the man finally get a view of his favorite girls. There is confusion again written all over his pretty face and you decide to explain for the sake of the peace of his mind.

“This is a cupless bra. It is just enough to support my breasts from an unnecessary amount of bouncing while these pasties conceal my nipples and prevent them from poking through the thin material of my clothes.”

“Ho~? The Y/N I remember was never bothered with things like this,” leaving the hems of your garment alone, hands experimentally cup the soft flesh, testing the nip covers that appear to be as smooth as your skin.

“As much as I love attention to my persona, I was on a mission to not get laid before I reunited with my favorite Archon~ Besides… Why would I need cups when your palms are perfectly fine for the job?”

Oh, there is absolutely no hint of modesty behind your words or actions, not when you look at him with sultry eyes and let your hands wander to his behind and up the back, right to the strings of his corset. He loves it, it excites him, you excite him, and that’s the feeling he would hardly trade if the whole Dawn Winery is offered to him.

“Do I ask Dvalin to land and we go somewhere more private?”

“Mm, sounds like a perfect plan for me.”

Xiao

Even adepti face opponents that are hard to take down. Even adepti can make a mistake and end up injured, the only difference is, they are more likely to survive it like nothing.

You are even luckier, having the Conqueror of Demons as your partner for life, who appeared the moment his name left your lips and striked down the monster that, as you assumed, was a product of the fallen Archon’s hatred and had escaped from the place of its eternal imprisonment.

At first everything was under your control, really. But then at some point the abominable shit started creating an annoyingly big number of minions, making your work so much harder. They weren’t long-lasting, but the damage was quite palpable, since they tried to at least scratch or spit venom at you before dissipating into nothing under your weapon.

Were you reckless to fight on your own after an exhausting week of monster slaughter? Possibly, because said venom soon added to it and made your mind hazy and disrupted your coordination, which, eventually, allowed the current monster to leave a gash on your side with its enormous claws.

Thank Rex Lapis it didn’t paralyze anything in your body and you managed to call for Xiao. Good thing the enemies were solely focused on you, it allowed to use yourself as a bait while a suddenly appeared Yaksha swished his spear with the speed of a tornado, getting rid of the hindrances.

You are sure he was grambling and probably even hissing at you for being an idiot, but it was all swallowed by the fog in your head. The only things that surely happened were his arms, tightly wrapped around you and the whoosh of his teleportation.

Which brought you here, back to the territory of the adepti. Of course you would’ve survived in any case, the venom and the wound weren’t enough to kill you, but, as Cloud Retainer later noted to you, Xiao looked quite disheveled with worry etched in his eyes, appearing before her with you in his arms and asking permission to use the healing lake of her domain.

It was three days ago. Every morning and evening you would go to the lake and spend a couple of hours in its water, surrounded by tranquility and a comforting feeling of peace. The place is all yours, as the gracious white crane departed to the deepest part of her residence for the time being, only wishing for your speedy recovery. The rest of the time is spent in meditation - after all, not only the physical half of you needs repose, the mental one does as well.

Xiao hasn’t been present for those past three days. Not sure if it is his way to give you a silent treatment for being imprudent or he is simply busy with new demon outbreaks, you just concentrate on getting better and waiting for the moment when you can express your gratitude.

Of course you aren’t expecting visitors, as you comb through your hair, stepping out of the water this evening. The droplets quickly cool on your skin from the chilly evening air entering the vast space. You shiver a little - the warmth of your body contrasts with surrounding coolness, sending a small jolt of strange pleasure through your senses. Ah, seems your body has been neglected for so long if it reacts to the smallest of stimulations like that. It would be wonderful to have your lover here to caress your aching breasts and push a hand between your clenched thighs.

As if Celestia heed you, out of nowhere a soft touch is laid upon your side - the one where the wound used to be. Whipping your head to the right you are met with the sight of the Vigilant Yaksha, examining the spot near your ribs and, thankfully, finding nothing.

“It’s gone,” he comments, drawing his hand back to his side and redirecting bright amber intense gaze to your surprised one.

“You are back,” it seems like you both state the most obvious things and in your head it sounds so hilarious. Releasing a breath you weren’t aware of holding, you turn to face him properly. He looks decent, no visible injuries, not a trace of exhaustion - if anything, he looks so serious, and the focused expression on his handsome face lurs a giggle out of your mouth.

“Birdie, I envy you,” confusion shrouds his pointy gaze. “I wish I could too stay completely unfazed whenever I see you naked,” the very same gaze skips down your body and it is as if realization suddenly hits him. The expression remains stoic, but you know better than that. Fingers brush some locks away and here it is - pink dusting the tip of his ear. Adorable.

“If you are going to tease me, I’ll leave,” the man warns. You quickly shake your head, letting go of him.

“No, please, stay. I missed you and I wanted to thank you for saving me,” before you can retreat your hand completely his grabs and envelopes it in a tight hold. Meeting his eyes once again you are reassured - he is not going anywhere.

“It’s nothing. I am glad you are fine in the end. And… I missed you too.”

This admission thrills you like it’s the first time he’s ever spoken of any of his feelings for you. The arm that wraps around your waist and brings you closer feels electrifying - and your lover’s Vision is Anemo. With one phrase, with one simple touch you suddenly become aware how needy your body is for him too.

Xiao feels it. He senses your excitement and the smallest trembles under his fingertips. You are clearly aroused, with that sultry look on your face, stiff nipples that ask for his attention and the faint smell of your slick that reaches his nose. If he could get just a taste…

You sigh sweetly, when he cups your left breast and licks the side of your neck. Thumb rolls your bud and you whine from the feeling of his glove rubbing against sensitive areola. The arm still wrapped around your waist is holding your body upright and you are reminded again of his strength. It takes a suck on your collarbone and a tug on your nip for your knees to buckle and a strangled cry fall from your unkissed lips, making both of you aware - none of you will stop now, neither you, aroused and shaking in his arms, nor him, feeling hunger for you rising in the pit of his stomach.

“Xiao, let’s go somewhere else, I do not want to disturb Cloud Retainer with what’s everything is leading to.”

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even take his mouth and hands off of you, letting the light of teleportation spell envelop you and your clothes abandoned a couple of feet away. With a whoosh, in which your moan blends, the two adepti are gone from the domain.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #albedo x fem!reader #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x fem!reader #venti x reader #venti x fem!reader #xiao x reader #xiao x fem!reader #albedo kreideprinz #dainsleif #genshin venti #adeptus xiao #genshin impact smut #moonlit pearl stories

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ghostlynachopanda · 2 years ago

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The Walk

a/n: powers are based on Megumi from jjk but without cursed energy cause that's hard to explain. threw in some mythology names too. all my writing is a one-and-done thing, not proofread or edited. I'm still trying to get used to tumblr. anyway here's the next part

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 3.2k

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The snapping of branches and the crunching of leaves is the only thing you can hear. It's cold, and the wind stings against your ears and hands, but it doesn't bother you. It seems there's no end to the woods, each step shows only more trees. You would consider it peaceful if there weren't angry footsteps behind you, snapping the branches and crushing the leaves in the way. Your classmate, Wednesday, is seething. You could feel the anger rolling off of her and hear it in her footsteps. You were sure if you turned around you would see her hands balled into fists with her jaw clenched so tight to the point you'd be worried about her teeth.

You keep walking in silence, not knowing whether to start talking now or wait until you find a spot you can sit. You don’t know how to approach the situation, how to talk to Wednesday. There are a lot of factors at play, and thinking about all of them makes you feel dizzy. You don’t know which cards to play to get the results you want. You're having second thoughts about how you want this to end. There's a harsh tug on your sleeve, forcing you to turn around and face the person consuming your thoughts.

"I want answers, now" well, someone's impatient.

You give yourself a moment to take everything in, your surroundings coming first. There's still some sunlight out, creating beautiful colors with the leaves and casting enough shadows for a comfortable feeling. You've always felt a sense of comfort in the dark, but that might just be your powers. Next is Wednesday, and you were right. Her eyes were trained on you, her hands balled tightly into fists and her jaw is clenched. The undivided attention makes you flush, the chill breeze no longer having an impact. Her gaze made you feel exposed, it feels as if there was nothing hidden from her. Her eyes exposed her too though, you could easily see the anger. But, there was another thing swimming in those dark eyes. Maybe you knew what card to play after all,

"What is it you want to know?" Wednesday's eyes traveled to your lips for just a fraction of a second. There's a slight upturn to your lips, something she doesn’t get to see often. She liked the way your lips curled around your words, liked the way your lips looked in general. She decided that a long time ago. Wednesday will know everything about you by the time this is over; she was going to wring you dry, whether you wanted it or not.

"Everything." with that you sigh, Wednesday must like giving you vague questions and answers. You, once again, don’t know how to respond. Maybe being alienated by the school did decrease your social skills. Tilting your head and slightly furrowing your eyebrows, hoping she'll throw something else in. Much to your chagrin she doesn’t, is this what it's like on her end when you don’t speak? If it is, man this sucks.

"Ask away," your response has her slightly smirking, everything was going according to her plan.

"I want you to tell me about your powers," Wednesday has always been curious about your powers. If what you told her before was true, then it has nothing to do with cold weather. She is hoping your powers will reveal a little bit about you as a person. There's a possibility that your powers are linked to your personality, she isn't going to rule it out until she knows for sure. Her eyes haven't left you, watching the way your eyes close and your shoulders sag with a sigh.

"Would it be alright if I show you before explaining? It's a bit easier that way," you were sheepish, not exactly planning for a show and tell when you left the Weathervane. You took a step towards one of the shadows and looked at her. Her eyes were wide with curiosity as she saw you touch the shadow and then put your hand through it. When she saw you reaching for something she walked over, she was upset that she couldn't see into the shadow with the new angle. But then you pulled out a katana and handed it to her. Wednesday couldn’t stop the next question, "Do you have more weapons in there?"

"Of course," Her question makes you chuckle, curiosity is cute on her. There's a handful of weapons in there, ranging from short to long-range. Wednesday doesn’t know, but you're quite skilled in handling weapons. There's a lot Wednesday doesn’t know about you. You watch her softly as she unsheathes the katana and looks at it carefully. Then she runs her finger across the blade and you decide that's enough, "alright, let me put that back and show you what else my powers can do."

Taking the katana away and turning back to a random shadow to put it back where it belongs. Wednesday's eyes flicker from the cut on her finger to you, why would you hide this from her? What else can your powers do? Does it work with any shadow at any location? Does it have a range limit? Could you move someone through the shadows too? Your words break her from her thoughts, "Wednesday, I promise to answer all of your questions. Just let me show you first to see if it'll knock out some of your questions, okay?"

She nods, not finding words to say. Had she said all those things out loud? Wednesday would be embarrassed if she wasn’t so focused on you. She watched everything you did, watching your muscles twitch and your chest rises and fall with the intake of oxygen. She watched as your hands formed a shadow puppet in the shape of a dog, why are you doing shadowgraphy at a time like this? Her question is answered when a wolf forms out of your shadow. It stalks up next to you and Wednesday is hit with a wave of protectiveness. However, when you wave her off and start to pet the wolf she calms down a little. Still cautious as she observes it, the black fur doesn't reflect any light, making it look pure black. Next is the symbol on its forehead, red lines in the shape of a triangle with circles on the points. Last is how big it is, even sitting it's taller than you; proving how powerful it is with just the size of its paws.

"This is Erebus, he's one of my smaller assets," you explained. You knew she had some questions swimming around in her head, but you didn't feel like explaining just yet. This was your time to show off. You were never ashamed of your powers, there was just hardly a time to use them. Besides, what's the harm in impressing your classmate? You're allowed to show off every once in a while, right? But, what if Wednesday doesn't find it intriguing? There's always that chance of disappointment, and right now you wanted her to be impressed more than anything. Erebus sensed your distress and nuzzled his head into yours as an act of comfort.

"May I touch him?" that caused you to whip your head up to look at her. Wednesday actually wants to pet him? Sure, Erebus is nice but usually when people see him they freak out. Erebus deserves some attention anyway, you give her a nod and turn back to Erebus to signal him to walk over to her. Wednesday notices that his steps are silent despite his size; he comes to a stop in front of her, towering over her, and stares down at her. Not looking as friendly as he did with you, but the danger makes this whole situation fun. Wednesday reaches a hand out to touch the marks on his forehead, wanting to know what they are and what it feels like. Erebus lowers his head so it's easier for her, he starts to wag his tail slightly when he feels her touch is delicate. Wednesday starts to feel bold, reaching for the jaw and inspecting his teeth. While she's doing this she asks, "You said he was one of your smaller assets. How many do you have and how big are they?"

"I have another wolf like him, but that one is white. Currently, I have 8 different kinds and the biggest is pretty dang big. The smallest one sits about a head shorter than you Wednesday." you reply, watching as she moves to feel Erebus' ribs. He seems content, fully relaxed in her presence. Your eyes soften, it's been a while since Erebus has been able to fully relax. Maybe you could keep Wednesday around for his sake. You know he would enjoy having her around, and you know you would too. Maybe Wednesday could make the others relax like that too, maybe they'd enjoy her presence like Erebus. Wednesday's words got caught in her throat when she saw how you were looking at her. Your smile was gentle, your eyes even more so. It's the first time she's ever seen you look like that, look at her like that. Wednesday would never admit it, but she wants you to look at her like that all the time. She clears her throat before speaking,

"Can you have more than just one out at a time?" snapping you out of your little trance. You focus back in on the two of them. Erebus' attention was now fully on you while Wednesday was fully focused on him. Clearing your throat, afraid of choking up from embarrassment,

"Yes, each of them is good at different things. Pairing them up isn't uncommon though, they can back each other up if necessary. Though, each of them takes energy. It's easier to have the weaker ones pair up since they take less energy." you explained while she turned to look at you. Wednesday could feel Erebus huff, shaking off her hands and watching him stomp over to you, footsteps are still silent as ever. She watched as he whined to you, not understanding what he was saying. "Come on now, you know Titan is my strongest. Just because he's the strongest doesn't mean he's useful in every situation." Erebus whines some more, Wednesday tilts her head slightly. Your attention is fully on the wolf now, chuckling at whatever he was saying. "Titan is too big to use in most situations, he'd absolutely destroy everything within a 50-mile diameter. Titan is my 'I die, you die' card, you know that." you laugh.

Wednesday has to bite her tongue, she doesn't see what's so humorous about that. Wednesday has always welcomed death, never been disturbed by the thought of it happening to her or others around her. But just the thought of it happening to you - the knowledge that you’re aware that this 'Titan' is your trump card - puts an uncomfortable weight on her chest. She can feel her heart physically hurt at the thought that you've almost met death. How many times have you had to use Titan? How many times have you been so close to death that you felt dying to win was your only option? Who threw you at death's door? If she asked, would you tell her? Would you let her get revenge for you if you hadn't done so already? Would you aid in her revenge?

"Wednesday?" her attention snaps back to you and Erebus. Both of you look at her with concern, Erebus taking initiative to walk over and check on her. Nudging her head with his, making a small sound of concern. Wednesday reaches up to pet his head, quieting the sounds of concern. She takes a moment to look around, noticing how it's almost dark. She notices how Erebus is providing her warmth, and she notices how she wished it was you close enough to share body heat. Wednesday decides it would be better to ask you those questions later. Breaking the silence, "Is there anything else you can demonstrate or can I start asking my questions?"

"Are you ok-"

"Yes, now answer my question." Wednesday's irritation confuses you. Did you do something wrong?

"Right, there is one thing left. It relates to the first thing I showed you, sorry I kind of did them out of order" you explained, a little embarrassed. There are enough shadows to obstruct your face but she can see your tinted cheeks clearly. She sees you lift your arm to rub at the back of your neck, slightly showing off the muscles you had. How had she not noticed them before?

"Well, let me go ahead and just - yeah," you said awkwardly.

Erebus stays by Wednesday's side, watching you walk over to a random shadow and disappear. She looks at the spot where you disappeared and then starts to look around. Is this how you disappeared the first time you met? How long can you stay in there before you need to come out? Can you take someone else with you? Before her thoughts could run more Erebus looked down, behind her at her shadow. She turns to see the top of your head pop out of it, you looked up at her and fully emerged. Nothing about your appearance changed, there were no rumpled clothes or blotches of dirt. You came out of it just like you went in. Wednesday's curiosity was getting the better of her, "Can I ask my questions now?"

"Ask away," you laughed.

"Is it possible for you to take someone into a shadow with you?" her unwavering gaze is on you again.

"I'm not sure, I've never attempted that. I hardly travel by shadows anyway." that’s a reasonable answer. Wednesday didn't get a hint that you were lying either. Maybe you will tell her everything she wants to know.

"Is there a limit to things you can store inside a shadow?" you have a feeling her questions won't stop anytime soon.

"Nope." you start walking in the direction of the school. When you don’t hear footsteps you turn around to look at her, eyes still on you. You motion her to walk alongside you, letting Erebus nudge her enough to get her walking in your direction. Wednesday takes your left side, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of you, and have your hands almost brush. Erebus takes your right side, letting you pat the symbol on his forehead before disappearing back into the shadows. Before Wednesday can speak you say something, "Before you start asking more questions I'm going to answer the ones you asked earlier."

You don't turn to look at her, instead keeping your gaze on the trees ahead. You start walking again, this time Wednesday follows. "I've shown you everything my powers can do. It's just this, I can't make anything or manipulate them. Anywhere that has a ton of shadows works to my advantage. My locker of weapons moves with me, it'll be in any shadow that I choose. All of my assets are under my control, though some of them have an attitude. They will do whatever I say, no questions. Erebus can come out of any shadow I choose to, any of my assets can. As I said earlier, each of them takes energy so having more than three out can be tiring. There's a range limit for my reach, it's 300ft. Now, you can ask the questions you still have."

Wednesday takes a moment to process what you said, her steps didn't falter. You answered most of her questions about your powers with that explanation. There were still things she wanted to know about you as a person though, would now be the right time to bring them up? If you manage to escape then she can just kidnap you, she knows your powers and how they work.

"How many times have you visited death's door?", that question caught you off guard. Was she listening when you were talking to Erebus?

"Would you believe me if I said a lot?" you nervously chuckle out the response. That doesn’t make Wednesday feel better, doing quite the opposite. The weight on her chest only got heavier with your next comment, "If I'm being honest, I lost count a long time ago. I'm sorry I can't give you a concrete answer."

"If you even think about going to death's door I'll send you there myself." there it is, her famous threats. Though they no longer have an effect on you, it's nice to know she's back to being her normal self. The familiarity makes you smile, she's warmer than she was earlier.

"Of course, I wouldn’t expect any less." with Nevermore coming into view, Wednesday knew she was running out of time. There was still a good amount of time before actually reaching it, but the thought of running out of time before knowing everything was severely unpleasant.

"Do you actually think you have no warmth to give?", what? Your steps falter this time, quickly stuffing your hands into your pockets to hide your picking at your fingers. Why would she ask you a question like that? Releasing a mix of a huff and a sigh you keep walking, eyes forward the whole time. Talking about your feelings has never been something you were good at. It was something you avoided at all costs. Wednesday glances at you from her peripheral, she sees that same despondent look she saw when you brought it up the first time. She doesn't like it but before she can say what she's thinking you pipe in, "Aren't you tired?"

"Tired of what?" Wednesday is irritated with you for not answering her question.

"Of waiting. Aren't you tired of waiting for me?" your steps don’t stop. Seemingly picking up in pace, wanting to get out of this. Wednesday turns to grab your shirt, violently turning you to face her before getting close enough to intimidate you.

"You said you would answer my questions. I asked you a question and I expect an answer, don’t make me resort to violence." you lightly grab her hand and force her to let go of your shirt before gently returning it to her side. You take a step back before looking into her eyes,

"Yes, I think I have nothing to offer you. I think it would be best if we didn't speak, even if I do want to be around you. It's better for you to not realize how empty of a person I am." with that you turn and keep walking, not checking to see if she's following. Nevermore is in clear view, the short distance feels like it will take ages. After a moment you hear angry footsteps behind you, bracing yourself for what could happen next. You're not surprised when she grabs your shirt again or tugs you closer than before,

"Do not be a coward, you said you wouldn’t run. I want an answer; a proper answer. Now give it to me."

"Wednesday.." you sound pathetic. Your cheeks are darker than they were earlier, and your body feels like it's on fire despite the cold weather. This is all Wednesday's doing.

"We're finishing this conversation. Let's go." she lets go of your shirt to immediately grab your sleeve and drag you somewhere.

"Where are we going?" Wednesday considers not answering, but she had an inkling that if she didn't then you'd truly run away.

"My dorm."

tag: @myfturn

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams

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rozcdust · 3 years ago

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Waste it on me

Pairing: Takeomi Akashi x f!reader

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, sugar daddy/ sugar baby relationship, age gap (both are consenting adults), suggestive, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of alcohol abuse, unsafe use of firearms

“Bad!” You yelled, laying upside down on the couch in Bonten’s meeting room, shooting in the general direction of the projection screen displaying Rindou’s paperwork.

It hit no one, and you pouted.

“Who gave her a gun?” Takeomi’s face was in his hands, exhausted.

“I thought it’d be funny.” Mikey shrugged, munching on his Pocky.

“Honey, you have to move a bit more to the left- a bit more right now- yes, exactly there. Now shoot.” Kakucho guided from his seat, ignoring Takeomi’s muttered ‘Don’t support her!’, nodding in satisfaction when you hit the projector screen right in the middle.

“Is my life a fucking joke to you?” Rindou’s eye twitched.

“Mostly, yeah.” Kakucho replied, taking the gun from you to change the magazine to a full one.

You accepted it, flipped your body upright, kneeling on the couch.

“Close your legs.” Rindou grumbled, looking away from your skirt riding up, blushing.

You stared him right in the eye as you spread your legs apart as far as human physiology allowed.

“Pluck your eyes out. That is the shittiest document I have ever seen. Are you even literate?”

“Ye-“

“IT DOESN’T SEEM SO!”

“Aren’t you like, a paralegal? Shouldn’t you be against this shit?” Ran asked, spinning his chair to look at you.

You scoffed.

“Dude, I go to law school. I am as moral as an average gerbil.”

Kokonoi analysed over Rindou’s documenrs, tapping his pen on his cheek, deep in thought.

“You’re right, our percentages should be lowered so we can write more of the drug money to casinos and clubs.”

“Bingo.” You nodded, frowning as you scanned over the document again, “And decrease heroin import, no one takes that anymore. Increase amphetamines.”

Kokonoi raised an eyebrow, turning his head to look at you.

“Source?”

Sticking your tongue out at the corner of your mouth, you aim the gun straight at his head.

“Trust me.”

“So you understand this, but not inflation?”

“Actually, what you keep referring to is hyperinflation, companies consider inflation beneficial at a rate of about 3% per year, but I don’t feel like explaining that to you.”

Kokonoi looked as if he wanted to throttle you.

“Why give her a gun?!”

“Hello, may I get a vodka soda? And, my friend asked me to meet up here? Buff, dark blue hair, allergic to shirts, took cosplaying Harry Potter way too seriously?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow at you, looking up from their phone.

“He’s up in the V.I.P.” They nodded their head to the right, “Stairs that way. At the end of the hallway. Someone will bring you your drink.”

Offering them a thumbs up, you headed up, eyes scanning over the bodies moving underneath you, just a small pang of jealousy piercing the space right between your spine and collar bones.

You liked that carelessly once too.

Since then, a bitch with pepper and salt hair and too many frowns waltzed in your life, holding you too softly for your liking and with just a bit of a mean streak.

Asshole.

Carefully creaking the doors open, you found only Kakucho in the huge room that was the V.I.P. lounge, slumped on one of the multiple couches with numerous bottles in front of him.

As expected, he was not wearing a shirt.

Whore.

“Shit, you look like someone sucked all life out of you.” You slipped next to him, leaning on the couch to face him, folding your legs by your side, raising an eyebrow at his disheveled state, a cigarette dangling from his fingers with a bottle of liquor all too expensive gripped tight in his hand.

“No shit.” He muttered, taking a swing from the bottle.

“Well, what happened Kaku? Talk to me.”

He sighed, burying his face in the palm of his hand as he brought the other to take the last drag of the cigarette, extinguishing it and lighting up another right after.

You frowned, distinctly remembering him lecturing both you and Takeomi about chain-smoking.

“I wish Ran and I had whatever the fuck Takeomi and you have.” He mumbled, taking another swing.

You quirked an eyebrow.

“Fucking for money? Aren’t you loaded already?”

“No, I mean… Like, the way he looks at you. Like you’re the best thing in the world. The way he gets pissed whenever someone says something bad about you.”

You stared at Kakucho, confused.

“What the hell are you talking about? He doesn’t do any of that. He likes me for sex.”

Kakucho looked at you through half-lidded eyes as if you were stupid.

“He’s into you beyond that. I’ve seen him have plenty of flings, he never looked or spoke about anyone like that. He’s, like, in love with you… Or whatever the hell people call that.”

You scowled.

“You’re drunk.”

“Y/n, you can say what you want. All I know, Takeomi adores you, and I wish I had that with Ran.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, processing his words.

Doubt crept in the back of your mind, you never truly had a relationship, too busy with self-destruction or school or trying to fix yourself after Shi left.

But Takeomi did always hold you softer than most.

You’ll have to ponder over it later, your homie looked one minor inconvenience away from trying heroin.

“What happened with Ran?”

“I talked to him about… My feelings or whatever.” He groaned, sinking further into the couch.

“Your emotional constipation is more than mildly concerning, but okay.”

“It didn’t go well.”

You inhaled through your teeth.

“Shit. What’d he say? Did he get pissed?”

“He laughed.”

You stopped fidgeting with the end of your skirt to stare at Kakucho.

You didn’t know Ran that well, or well at all, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect more of him.

“What the fuck.”

Kakucho laughed humourlessly.

“I know.”

“And you’re over here sulking?” You scoffed, unfolding your legs.

He looked up at you, surprise and hurt mixing in his eyes.

Your gaze was firm and cold.

“You’re seriously depressed over a man? You’re this fucking hot, and here getting shit-faced over some bitch who, quite honestly, looks like someone pulled human skin over a broom?”

“Y/n-“

“Get up.” You grabbed his forearm, thankful he wasn’t as drunk as you expected.

“Where are we going?” He asked, frowning but letting you drag him down the stairs and out of the club, clearly not giving a fuck if he paid for his drinks or not.

You gave him an annoyed look as you stopped a cab.

“Where do you think? To be productive and wreck his shit.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“You’re a fucking criminal, act like it.” You scoffed, fiddling with the lock to the Haitani residence, carefully listening for the number of clicks so you could pinpoint exactly when to twist the pick.

“Why do you have a picklock set on you?”

You stopped what you were doing to give him an annoyed look.

“Y/n, how do you know how to pick locks? Y/n, what are you doing with that knife? Y/n, why did you break into our mechanic shop in the middle of the night?” Your voice was mocking and exaggerated as you worked the lock, “Ask me how I’m so hot and sexy and still alive despite almost getting scurvy, maybe then you’ll get an answer.”

“You had scurvy?”

“Not the point, Kakucho.”

The lock clicked, and you pushed the door open, just a tad surprised at the fact that was their only lock.

Expected, but disappointing non the less.

“Wait here.”

He raised his hands in a ‘I’m not even doing anything’ motion, slumping by the entrance like a good puppy.

Rindou stared at you, stunned and shirtless, his glasses almost slipping off his nose as he stood in the kitchen.

“The fuck are you doing up at 3 a.m.? You’re a growing boy.” You scolded him, folding your arms over your chest.

“Why are you in my house? How did you get in here?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Details. Where does your brother keep his wallet?”

Rindou stared at you as if you were insane.

“Why would I ever tell you?”

“Your brother is a bitch and fucked up?”

“Oh. It’s in his coat pocket, on the hook to your left.”

Twisting your body, you dug around the coats, flipping the wallet open once you found it to confirm it to be Ran’s.

“Thanks!”

“Have fun.” Rindou mumbled over his cup of coffee, waving at you as you closed the doors.

Kakucho looked up at you, quirking an eyebrow as you victoriously held up Ran’s wallet.

“What will you do with that?”

“You’ll see after we hotwire and crash his car.”

“How will we get into his car?”

“Smash the window, duh. Keep up.”

“Couldn’t you have grabbed his car keys when you were in there?”

You scoffed as you pulled him up to his feet by the neck.

“Kakucho, you mentally ill slug, this is way more fun.”

Ran stumbled into the living room, awakened by the sound of a car alarm going off, finding Rindou standing by the window, holding a mug.

“What was that?”

Rindou took a sip of his coffee.

“Nothing.”

A couple of hours later, Ran was woken up again, this time in the morning, by the sound of his phone.

He groaned as he rolled over, grabbing it off the nightstand.

“Ye-“

He got quickly interrupted.

It was Kokonoi on the other line.

And he sounded pissed.

“YOU SPENT A BILLION YEN ON FURSUITS AND FORTNIGHT?”

Ran shot up in his bed.

“What?!”

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golatcxr · 2 years ago

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Focus [Mike Morton x ADHD!Reader]

Genre: Fluff

"Focus, unfocused, but on you I'm ever focused."

TW: none

It had been several months since you first stepped into the manor. When rumors said it was a dead-alive game, you found it quite relaxing and even friendly outside the battlefields.

Every day you would wake up and participate in matches, you often visited the hunters' side after matches hour had ended too. You held no grudges against them, neither did they. On the other hand, you were nowhere close with your teammates, having suffered from ADHD, it's extremely difficult for you to form a proper bond especially with your bad memorizing skill and you constantly zoning out.

Survivors, all vulnerable they seemed, but it's easier to break apart a mountain than to actually befriend some.

"No more failed calibrations..." you thought to yourself after getting electrocuted twice, whenever you failed one, your decoding progress would be decreased by 20%, however, that effect could be trippled up. You ran your fingers across the dusty metal keyboard, cursing at your own divided attention.

"Seems like you are having a hard time to concentrate, (Y/N)?"

Your attention was immediately drawn to the Acrobat who stood right next to you.

"Oh god, Morton you scared me!" You breathed out heavily in frustration and relief at the same time. He was the closet "friend" to you among the survivors so there was almost no worries of being scolded.

"Can I decode with you? I haven't had any chance to gain another fireball and Margaretha has already shooed me away. I don't think the hunter is nearby now, is that okay for you?" He asked with a smile.

"Sure." You were much assured and settled down.

When the cipher you were working on was almost done, you heard Jose screamed "The hunter is near me!" but then you saw the red spark on your right.

Which meant The Ripper had teleported to your machine, at that very moment, it popped. You ran to the pallet next to you and threw it down.

"Focus on decoding!" That was your final message before looking back to find Jack trampling the pallet.

20 seconds had passed...

40 seconds had passed...

Then 60 seconds...

2 more ciphers to go and you were stumbling in your half- health state. Suddenly something caught your eyes, it was Margaretha's slow music box. For other survivors, that would be a great kiting place but you, you were so drawn to it that you forgot to turn around. The hunter mercilessly knocked you down and destroyed the music box.

"Sorry..." you cried out, and yet another machine was done.

Jack hummed and picked you up, he then headed to the nearest rocket chair.

"Don't worry I just want to test something."

You were left speechless. Jack didn't bring peepers nor camp the chair although he was at risk of losing.

Odd. He wasn't the type to admit defeat so easily.

Eventually, Jose came for the rescue but then he was targeted instead of you. On your way back, you heard a familiar voice.

"(Y/N)! You okay??" He called out,

Instead of healing you right away, Morton pulled you into his tight embrace and asked if your injuries were too bad. You wanted to burst into tears, but then calmed down right away to let Morton heal you. His touch always melt your anxiety away, it was so gentle.

Later on, Jose was captured and the last cipher was ready to be popped.

"He is quite near the other gate now, I still have tide turner so let me do the rescue." You stood up then headed to the rocket chair immediately, you swore you saw Morton pouted a bit.

Your team could have a 3-escaped but a terror shock turned the table.

After Margaretha was sent back to the manor, you were the last survivor, desperately searching for the dungeon. Unfortunately, you were discovered and knocked down not long after.

"Little one, you ran right pass the dungeon over there." Jack chuckled lightly. "I have something to tell you so please come with me." He carried you to where the dungeon was located and put you down.

"We all know Mike Morton, the Acrobat, is such a skilled actor, but I did not expect him to be that obvious."

"Wgat do you mean by that?" You tilted your head, hand holding your aching head.

"Oh dear, if you really haven't figured that out then I shall let you know, that boy has something for you, quite a sight indeed." He hummed. "I suggested that you meet him after this match. Have fun."

The match ended with you being the only survivor who escaped, you didn't understand a thing that Jack had told you earlier, partly due to your lack of concentration. Strangely, it kept circling around your mind. Without realizing it, you were looking at Morton sitting at the dining table when you arrived at the lobby.

"Are you focusing on me? That's rare." Morton smiled.

"No."

"Oh."

"Well actually yes but no."

"Are you up to something (Y/N)?" He asked.

"Oh, right.. I gotta ask you something." You blurted out, whilst trying your best to not get distracted.

"Sure, but first, the next match is starting soon so we'd better retreat." He walked away, waving his hand to catch your attention.

In a second, you caught it. Morton flinched at the sudden contact but he let it be.

"Uhm, Mike?" You spoke up.

"I like it better when you call me by my first name." He smiled.

That adorable thing just blessed your soul but in change, increased your heart rate which make you stammer.

"So, uh, a certain someone told me that you had feelings for me, I wonder if that was true." Instantly regret it when you caught his gaze, he was facing you.

His eyes widened, Morton put his palms on your shoulders.

The flashback of the match kept your mind thinking back and forth. Completely unaware until Morton pinched your left cheek.

"Listen (Y/N), I know you get along quite well with the Ripper but you shouldn't always believe in what he said to you." He replied. "But this time, you should."

You froze in place for a few second, you were focusing on him, on Morton.

"You don't know how much I gotta say I love you to express it." He then cupped your cheeks with his hands, forcing your face up to look at him. "You are listening right?"

"I am, you have my full attention everytime you look at me like that." You pecked his cheek playfully, earning a small gasp and a blush from him.

Too busy on your thoughts, yet again you were brought back by him. But this time, it was a kiss.

It's hard to stay concentrated, but you felt your yeyes never wanting to leave him.

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Author's note: No one, but me editing my draft all the way back in August 2021 at midnight 🤡👏 I fucking love Mike Morton and I won't deny it, happy Halloween y'all ✌️✨👻 I don't actually have ADHD, more like short attention span only so if this seems too unaccurate, I'm very sorry.

P/S: I have 25k frags and ready to drag his S skin pack home by the collar 🤌

#mike morton #mike morton x reader #idv x reader #fanfiction #identity v #identity v x reader #idv mike #I'm scared of misusing mike tags from TR help

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welikethoseoddslove · 3 years ago

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.6)

Warnings: 18+, injuries, mando holds you down, masturbation (f and m), leather kink if ya squint, gif not mine

Pairing Mando x reader

Previous Ch Summary: You have been beat up pretty badly trying to stay with the Kid, your rib is broken and you're left helpless outside the facility they are keeping the Child in. The Mandalorian comes back for you both and is now treating your broken rib as you lay in his bed.

“Your right side, yes?” He asked softly.

You smiled at him, nodding appreciatively, you undid the blanket and propped yourself up a bit on your elbows.

“I…I can’t-“ you struggle with how to say your range of motion has been decreased so much that you can’t undo the fastenings on your tight shirt. He understands. Wordlessly undoing each fastening and easing you out of them until you’re laying in just your bra and pants looking up at the ceiling.

You turn your head a bit to the side and down and watch him study your bruised side. He places the cream on the floor and takes his right glove off. Leaving it down at the edge of the bed.

Your chest heaves as his pointer and middle finger reach into the pot of cream and come out wet. They are strong looking and thick-maybe it was the sleep deprivation getting to you but seeing them together, and covered in-

Your thighs clenched together.

He places the pads of his fingers on the edge of your extending bruise and you yelp. At the noise he looks up at you. You see the reflection of yourself in his dark visor.

Maker, is that what you look like? Positively wrecked, tits heaving-hmm, you looked good for feeling like you could die any second,

You start to chuckle at your situation but your stomach moving against where his fingers are trying to rub the cream in makes an incredible pain shoot through you.

He looks at you straight in the eyes, all you can see is your almost naked reflection, but you stare back.

“This is going to hurt, but I need you to stay as still as possible, the quicker I can get this on the better. Bite down.” Distracted by your own image you didn’t realize he was holding his discarded leather glove out in front of your lips.

“Open.”

You physically have to fight the urge to moan at the command. But you open your mouth and bite down on the rolled up glove. You can feel yourself getting wet. Stars, (y/n), get your mind out of the gutter, he’s just applying-

A firm hand holds down your left hip. The pressure is exhilarating. Until you realize why he’s doing it. Too keep you from twisting around when he-

His left hand makes quick work of rubbing in the cool cream. Shockwaves of pain shoot through you and you fight against the hand holding your hip to the bed, trying to get away from it. After what felt like forever, of writhing around, he takes his hands off of you.

“The ointment needs a few minutes to soak in and maybe then you can get sleep."

He said without looking back up at your face, gingerly placing the blanket back over you. Not-you notice-trying to put your shirt back on, though.

As he stands you look up at him, his glove still between your lips…beads of sweat starting on your brow, still panting from the fight you put up.

He swallows, hoping you don’t hear.

He bends down and takes the glove from your mouth.

“I’ll see you in the morning” he says gruffly

“Thank you.” You say up to him. He turns and leaves without acknowledging it.

The Mandalorian walks towards the cockpit. He’s hoped beyond hope she hadn’t just seen the large bulge in his pants.

The cockpit, the only other place he can think to go where he could have some privacy, the only other place apart from his bedroom, where a shirtless woman is laying. Where he had just…put his hands all over her.

And did her thighs press together when he asked her to bite down on his glove, or was he imagining it?

He slumps down in the pilot’s chair and groans. His pants are tight and uncomfortable. He takes off his other glove and throws it on the command center with the other one…he gets distracted by how the other one still has her teeth marks on it…and some of her spit…

His head falls forward with a moan as he palms the tight fabric containing his rapidly hardening cock.

He clicks a button that shuts the door behind him.

Back in his bed your side begins to go numb. It’s bliss not being able to feel the rib anymore. But it lets you focus on other-more pressing feelings…

Like the hot throbbing of your pussy. You slide a hand down under your pants, just running a finger over your underwear feels like heaven. You gasp at how pent up you are.

You realize you hadn’t touched yourself since you stayed at the valley, sharing a small house with the old man hadn’t amounted to having much-private time. This was long overdue.

You slipped your hands below your underwear and felt how wet you had become. It was dangerous what that man could do to you without even meaning to. You reached your other hand up and rolled your nipple under your bra between your fingers, pinching it, you gave a deep moan and began to circle your clit.

You replayed how you writhed against him, but his large hand was never moved, splayed across your hip.

The complete submission you felt when you opened your mouth to accept his glove.

How his thick fingers had dipped into the pot of ointment and came out covered…

Now I know you wanna keep reading, here you go.

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matryosika · 3 years ago

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[23:16] minho x reader

smut 18+, dirty dialogues, slight bondage, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, use of the word "master"

the lingering thought of dominating minho never left your mind and, even though you were too scared to try it out, the curiosity and excitement weighed more than any other negative sentiment inside you.

watching him with his arms tied up against his body, sitting on a chair with both of his legs spreaded, his hard cock completely exposed and his cold gaze fixed on every movement you did only fueled more your desire to fulfill your task.

"this is the only way you can try to control me, isn't it?" he asked, his silky yet deep voice sending shivers down your spine, "untie me and let's make this fair, see who gets in control faster".

"i am not going to do that" you mumbled with a hesitant tone, your timid body sitting on his lap while your ruined underwear made contact with his hardened length, "then it wouldn't be fair".

"it wouldn't be fair because you are so submitted to me" he spitted, tilting his head and giving you his characteristic smirk, "it's not my fault you are the biggest cockslut".

you licked your lips at his words, moving your hips ever so slightly against his lap followed by minho's soft laugh.

"i can't even touch you and yet you are a mess on top of me" he groaned, his eyes falling down to the wet patch on your light pink panties, "weren't you going to try and dominate me? your dumb little brain is already grinding against my cock like the desperate slut you have always been" he pouted slightly, faking the tiniest bit of empathy, "come on, y/n, do better".

you whined quietly at his words, the tension on your lower back increasing as you grazed against his hardened cock.

and, as humiliating as it was, he was right. as soon as you saw him tied up with his cock completely exposed, you lost track of your own plan. all your fantasies and all your daydreams about dominating him went away while being replaced with nothing but neediness. you didn't wanted to loose any more time with foreplay, you needed to have him inside you and the despair grew by the second, his dark gaze fixed on your hesitation.

"see?" he asked softly, giving you a misleading smile, "why don't you untie me and let me take care of this?"

you shook your head eagerly, your body drifting away from his while you pulled your underwear down, ending up being completely naked in front of him.

"i still want to be in control" you murmured softly, the sound being almost inaudible but minho still managed to catch it up.

"are you sure?" he asked with a fake pout, "why don't you let me handle this? i bet your pretty dumb brain is already too fucked out to do anything on it's own, honey".

you shook your head again, taking the base of his cock with your hand while you aligned it with your wetted entrance, sitting on him softly as his length stretched your walls just fine.

"fuck" you cried silently, your head falling backwards as you felt his big cock forcing itself on your tight cunt, "fuck, fuck".

"you couldn't even control yourself for 3 minutes" minho groaned, grinding his teeth while his breathing accelerated, "you saw my cock and immediately dropped the little act you were trying to play, were you this needy for me?"

you placed both of your hands against the ropes on his chest, ignoring his words. your hips started to move on their own pace: up, down and, occasionally, in circles against him. your moans became more and more frequent, your whimpers and cries started to sound way louder than before and minho's killer gaze never left your body.

"that's right" he groaned, licking his lips while admiring your body, "fuck yourself with my cock, that's the only thing you know how to do properly".

you clenched around him at his words, earning a blunt smile from him. "you are even more of a slut than i initially thought," he mumbled, his head slowly rolling back until it met the headboard of the chair, "getting turned on by being humiliated?"

"shut up" you panted, supporting your body with one hands against his chest while the other one played with your clit.

"you are acting so bold" he murmured, his gaze forcing the eye-contact with you, "but look at you, you are falling apart so quickly".

the movements on your hips increased as you felt the familiar knot on your stomach forming, your nipples hardening each time a word left minho's lips.

"aren't you cute?" the dark-haired groan, giving you the cockiest smirk you had evee seen on him, "you look so pathetic fucking you on your own, tying me up because you know that if you were at my mercy, i wouldn't be gentle with you".

"minho-"

"what is it, honey?" his voice inquired, the movements of his chest increasing frantically as he chased his own high, "are you really going to cum right now? it's been only a few minutes, were you that hungry for my cock?"

you choose not to respond his humiliating questions, only getting more and more turned on by the way he was delivering them. your hardened nipples, your fucked out gaze, the soreness in your thighs and the way you aggressively clenched around him only made it painfully obvious that you were closer than your orgasm than you'd expected.

"my pretty cockslut" he moaned, the tension accumulating on his lower back as he wasn't able to slam his hips against you, "fuck yourself faster".

your body started to acquire a faster rythm, but it came out even sloppier than you anticipated. your whole body was already trembling and too weak to fulfill such task, your thighs only allowing you to move thst much.

"you look so helpless, y/n" he hissed, "desperately riding my cock like the hungry cumslut you are".

"i am cumming" you moaned loudly, the pace on your hips matching the one on your fingers against your bundle of nerves.

"such a filthy little girl" he grunted, his eyes fixed on the grimaces of pleasure on your face, "make yourself cum, come on slut".

and as if his words had some sort of magic in them, the knot on your stomach started to become undone.

"look at me," he demanded, "i want you to remember whose cock filled that pretty cunt of yours and made you cum without having to do absolutely anything".

your teary eyes fixed on his, while your thighs and body started to temble on top of him. he smiled, the sound of his accelerated breath only indicating that he was close to his high too.

"don't stop fucking yourself" he groaned, feeling how you decrease the rythm as you tried to stabilize yourself from your precious orgasm, "don't be rude".

you looked at him one more time, your weak body only being able to do so little in that specific moment. but still, you needed to be good for him so you followed his orders, even when your whole body felt sore and the overstimulation in your cunt started to feel somewhat painful.

"i can't believe i am tied up," he panted, the grimaces of pleasure in his face becoming harder to hide as you kept clenching around him, "and still, you are following every order i am giving you".

you placed both of your hands on each of his shoulders for support, moving up and down along his length.

"come on, honey" minho smirked, licking hips lips while he spreaded his legs for you a bit more, "make your master cum".

#stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #kpop smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids oneshots #skz oneshots

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you'll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that's all.

word count: 4k, somehow...

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team. But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity to rescue you and show you that he was the perfect guy for you. He was tired of waiting for you to figure out that he could be everything you needed if you just let him. So, he figured he needed to manufacture a chance to save you; he needed to take away some things just to bring them back, show you what it was like to let him take care of you.

Getting close to you was easy, you were teammates and friends so you trusted him. The tricky thing was he didn't want you to know it was him, so he used your trust to lure you right into his trap.

Movie night tonight? There’s some cheesy slasher playing at the drive in at 1930, he texted you as soon as he could to the showtime to decrease the odds of you having any time to tell anyone about your plans to meet up with him; he’d rather not have the heat of being the last person to see you before your disappearance.

yeah sure! are you driving? you replied almost instantly.

Yep, I’ll pick you up at S Lamar and Hanover in 10, he informed you, knowing it was close to your apartment but far away from any security cameras or likely witnesses.

He parked a block away and walked around the corner to see you standing there under the flickering streetlight looking at your phone. You were waiting for him, and as he hid behind cover to come closer, you were clearly looking around for where he might be. Thankfully, you didn't see him or his tranq gun, and he got your neck on the first shot.

He ran to catch you before you fell, relishing the weight of your body limp and pliant in his arms. Somehow, he resisted the urge to play with you now, knowing it would be worth the wait to let his whole plan come to fruition.

The room he locked you in was dark and damp, barely any light but enough to see the half-full water bottle he left for you; your chain was short but you could reach everything you needed. It broke his heart to hear your cries but he had to ignore them, if he came in now it wouldn't make sense. He needed to be patient.

When the video feed from his camera inside showed that you'd fallen asleep for the night, he snuck in to bring you a new water bottle and a little granola bar since you'd screamed all day about being hungry. You seem surprised when you woke up and saw it, quickly grabbing the bar but taking a long time to examine and smell it first before eating, like you were afraid it was poisoned. But you ate, and drank your water, and waited for rescue.

Day 3 was the hardest to watch. You tugged at your chain so much that he worried you'd hurt yourself. He decided tomorrow was the last day because he couldn't take any more of this.

On the fourth day, he waited until you started to cry yourself to sleep before shutting down his equipment and finally coming to the door; he took a deep breath, preparing himself, before dramatically kicking it down and gasping when he saw you. He called your name into the dark and you barely had the energy to open your eyes, poor thing.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he yelped, dashing over to where you were chained and picking at the lock. "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry, you're safe now."

"Jensen...?" you mumbled sleepily, making him smile and stroke your face a little.

"Yeah, I'm right here."

He carried you to his car and drove you home-- not your old home, your new one which also happened to be his apartment.

"I think it's time to wake up, I'm guessing you wanna take a shower," he cooed at your sleeping form, watching you stir in his arms before finally blinking your eyes open and looking up at him.

"Oh," you whispered. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he laughed, "you've been out the whole ride here."

"Oh…” you repeated, “and where are we?"

"My apartment. I didn't want to leave you alone right now."

You nodded, seemingly in agreement. "You can put me down now."

He reluctantly did as you'd asked, watching you carefully put weight back on your legs.

"Woah!" he chuckled when you wobbled a bit, reaching out to catch you, but you recovered.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he smiled at you.

"Just wish I'd found you sooner.”

"Um, you said I can take a shower?"

"Yeah, down that hall, first door on the right. I'll bring you some clothes,” he explained, and you smiled weakly before navigating your way to the bathroom.

You looked so good in his clothes that his heart skipped a beat when he saw you step out into the living room. The t-shirt that was almost too tight on him was baggy on you, reminding him of how delicate you were in so many ways, how much bigger he was than you.

It reminded him that if he really wanted to, he could force himself on you and you'd be helpless to stop him. But that wasn't what he wanted. It was going to be so much better this way.

"Wanna go to bed now? I'll take the couch," he offered.

"N-no," you stammered, and he gave you a quizzical look. "I don't… I don't want you that far away."

"Okay, I could sleep on the floor," he bargained instead, "in my room, with you."

"No," you sighed again, "then I won't be able to see you."

"I'll be right there," he reminded you.

"It's a king, right? You can share with me."

"Are you sure?" he pressed. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, please, this is the only way I'll be comfortable."

"Okay," he smiled, guiding you to the bedroom. He let you watch him take off his shirt and smirked a little when he saw you ogling.

"I usually just sleep in boxers," he admitted nervously. "I'll put on some pajama pants at least."

"It's fine, really," you smiled. "I don't wanna be any more of a burden than I already am."

"You're not a burden."

"And I'm not gonna wear pants to bed anyways," you shrugged.

"O-oh."

But he hadn't given you a new pair of panties to wear because he didn't have any to give you. Which meant that if you took off the sweats he'd given you, that'd leave you in his shirt and nothing else.

He tried not to let that thought go straight to his cock as he unbuttoned and pushed down his pants, seeing you conflicted on where to look, before getting in bed. You did the same, taking the sweats off once you were under the covers and tossing them out from under the blanket.

"Goodnight," he smiled as he turned off the lamp, hearing you whisper it back before starting to shift around and get comfortable.

He didn't have to wait nearly as long as he had expected to hear you meekly whisper, "Jensen?"

"Yeah, is everything alright?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I… I don't want to ask you for anything else…" you sighed.

"No, hey, it's okay," he assured, "ask for anything."

"Would you, um, would you hold me?"

He cleared his throat a little. "If you need me to."

"Please, it's the only way I'll be able to sleep."

He sighed a little but relented, coming over to your side of the bed and spooning you, gingerly laying one arm over you and trying to avoid touching you anywhere too personal.

"Thank you," you sighed sleepily.

"Whatever you need,” he assured.

"Jake, why are you doing all this for me?" you asked quietly, turning back a little to look at him.

"You're my teammate, nobody gets left behind,” he explained. “Besides, this is all my fault anyways. You were waiting for me when they got you."

"No, Jake, don't say that. It's not your fault."

"Alright, but it's not yours either. You didn't deserve that."

“You’re right, but I don’t deserve this either,” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do.”

You shifted slightly against him, humming contentedly, and he groaned.

"I think maybe we should stop," he hissed, pulling away— but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No, wait," you whimpered. "Why? What’s wrong?"

"I, uh, I guess I'm just experiencing some of the consequences of laying in bed with a beautiful woman…"

"Huh?"

"The, um, the biological consequences."

"I— oh,” you whispered.

"Yeahhh...” he trailed off awkwardly.

"No, hey, it's okay. I don't mind, I mean, you can't help it,” you shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not normally this easily amused but it's been a while, so…"

"I understand," you assured, "really, it's okay… just don't go."

He just barely heard your gasp as he pressed himself against you, his shaft cradled perfectly between each soft globe of your ass. "Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," you answered, making him suppress a laugh since it was obvious you were noticing his size. He would bet a grand at least that you were getting wet right now, if he had anyone to bet against.

Your back arched a little, pushing your ass into him with more force, and you actually started to rock your hips ever so slightly.

"Stop moving," he hissed through his teeth.

"I'm not…" you denied weakly.

"Yes you are, you're… rubbing yourself on me."

"I'm sorry, it just feels good,” you admitted sleepily, surprising him with your forwardness. “You like it too, right?"

"Yes, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” he admitted worriedly.

"You're not,” you promised, “you did so much for me— you saved me— and I want to help you, too. You said it's been a while since you were with anybody, I could help you out… you know, you could rub up against me until you…"

He groaned a little but leaned in closer until his lips were right against your ear. "Are you sure? Don't do me any favors, you don't owe me anything."

"I want you to," you assured, making him smile and nod a bit, taking a moment to enjoy a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips forward, rubbing his cock on you through his boxers. Even with a layer of cotton in the way he could feel your warmth, he could imagine how smooth your skin was. If you hadn't been able to make out the shape of him before, you certainly could now— the ridge of his head was probably digging into you, and on particularly long thrusts he could feel your ass against his balls (which, inversely, meant you could feel his balls against your ass).

He held your hips as he picked up his pace a bit, grinding into you and breathing heavily in your ear. You gasped and tried to hide a moan by biting your lip but he heard it. It was even more obvious when he whispered your name to you, heavy with desire, and rubbed your spine with his finger. Your back arched even further, inviting him to push harder against you until he felt the slightest wet patch forming on his boxers— not from him, from you. It made his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

Overcome with need, he pushed his boxers down quickly before getting back to it, both of you moaning at the feeling of his skin on yours. He was so close to your pussy he could hardly stand it, and he knew you must be dripping right now, desperate to be filled. He could probably slip right in and you wouldn't even stop him, but that wasn't what he needed from you right now. You needed to ask him for it. He knew you wanted it, but he needed you to know you wanted it.

A drop of precum formed at his slit, smearing onto your skin and easing his way further.

"I want you to feel good, too," he whispered. "I don't just want to use you."

He pushed his cock down and slipped it between your thighs instead, sliding right against your wet, silky folds. You whined beautifully as he thrusted forward, your thighs clenching (and therefore gripping him even tighter) when his cock slid right over your clit.

Your wetness was plentiful enough to drench him just from this, so he already knew the answer but he still asked, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," you sighed. "Yes, it's good…"

He knew he could make you come like this, and he knew exactly how to, but that wouldn't get him what he wanted. Instead he only gave you enough to keep you on the edge, moving too slow to really let you finish. You even tried to move faster but his grip on your hips was too tight, keeping you still so he could savor his own pace and keep you desperate.

"Fuck me," you moaned.

"I don't have a condom," he whispered nervously.

"I don't care, just please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling back enough to guide his head to your entrance before sliding right in. Your wet, hot walls stretched open to accept him, struggling against his girth but eventually giving way.

Your hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside you; he delicately grabbed your wrist and guided your hand back to your chest where he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Baby," he moaned into your ear as his hips met yours. "This is my pussy now."

You gasped and shivered in his arms, eyes falling shut as he pulled back and pushed in again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could push himself.

Your moans were perfect, even better than the ones he'd heard when he hacked into your webcam because it wasn't just your fingers or toy anymore, it was him— exactly what you'd always needed, whether you knew it or not. He'd dreamed of this for so long and now that he had you he couldn't imagine ever letting you go. Every inch of your channel was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last.

"That's it, baby, take all of me," he purred when he pressed deep into your cunt, holding your hips so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you. You made the cutest little choking noise and he kissed your neck while trying his best to make you do it again, moving faster and slapping his hips against yours more firmly.

"Jake," you managed to whimper, and he groaned through his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm right here," he promised. "That's me inside you, sweetheart, that's my cock filling you up."

He leaned back slightly and pulled your ass apart so he could see his cock stretching you out, disappearing into your body. It made his head fall back for a moment before he pulled you close again and started thrusting faster. He reached around and brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, "Jake, right there… I'm gonna come…"

He laughed a little, kissing your ear as a show of approval. "Baby, you're so sensitive," he praised, giving your clit a little spank. You cried out and shuddered, bouncing yourself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts. Amused by your neediness, he stopped moving and watched you go.

"There you go, sweetheart, fuck yourself with my cock. Make yourself come."

You whined and kept going, your ass slapping against his hips loudly. He kept rubbing your clit as you worked his cock, your walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and your body beginning to shake.

The absolute second he heard you cry out with pleasure as you reached the peak, he grabbed you and rolled both of you over until you were on your stomach and he was brutally fucking you into the mattress. He could still feel you pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

"That's it, keep fuckin' coming for me," he groaned. "Gimme one more and then I'm gonna fill you up."

"Jake!" you yelped, grabbing onto the pillow and even biting it as he slammed into you.

"You're so good, baby, your pussy feels so good," he growled, pinning you down by your shoulders as he sped up even more. He laughed when he felt your walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting your swollen clit with each thrust. "Gonna come again already, baby? Just from my cock?"

"Yes," you sobbed hoarsely, "yes, Jake, I'm gonna come again— oh my god, please don't stop…"

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured. "You take it so fuckin' good, sweetheart, like you were made for it. Like you were made for me."

You moaned loudly and he took the opportunity to spank you— not incredibly hard but enough to make you whine a bit… and get even wetter.

"Oh fuck, you like that huh?" he purred with a grin. "You like it rough."

"Yes, fuck, I love it," you agreed with a moan. "I'm— I'm coming, Jake, don't stop."

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled, "I can feel it. Feels so good when you come on my cock, baby…"

You went suddenly from arching your back and gripping the pillow to falling limp and relaxing, your body his toy now as he fucked you to the point of overstimulation. Your moans were exhausted and muffled now, your walls clinging to him desperately as he continued stroking every sensitive place he could reach (which was all of them).

He could so easily pull out and paint your back, or jerk himself off over your ass, but if he was going to claim your body then he was going to do it right.

He didn't warn you in advance, just in case you suddenly decided to tell him to pull out, but he did make sure you knew what he was doing. "Fuck, I'm coming!" he moaned as his cock flexed and his seed filled you, still thrusting in time with each pump of his release. It was nearly overwhelming, physically and psychologically. He was finally filling you like he'd fantasized about basically every time he got off since he met you, finally making you his the way you should've been from the beginning.

He sighed and laid down on top of you, smiling as he kissed all over your face, neck, shoulders, and back.

You giggled sleepily, but whined when he tried to pull out, bringing your legs up to hold him inside. "Don't go yet," you pleaded.

"Okay, baby, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep," he promised. "Goodnight, beautiful…"

Not only could he not think of a night he'd slept better in his life, but he was pretty sure this was the best any man had slept in the history of sleep. But even then, he wasn't at all disappointed when you woke him up.

"Good morning," you whispered in his ear with a giggle, making him blink his eyes open and look down at where you were resting your face on his chest.

"Good morning," he returned with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Last night was… pretty amazing," you smiled coyly, and he stroked your cheek as he felt it warm even more.

"Yeah, you have no idea," he chuckled, lifting your head so he could give you a kiss. It was supposed to be quick and wholesome but you deepened it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Just as you started to climb up to straddle him, he heard your stomach loudly growl and he pulled back to laugh.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it sounds like you've got some other needs to take care of first," he smirked.

"Ugh, you're right," you sighed, "I'm going raid your kitchen."

"No, let me do that, I'll make you something— whatever you want," he offered, starting to sit up, but you pushed him back down.

"Jake, you've done enough for me already. I don't even know what I want, that's why I wanna go look at what you have."

"If you insist," he relented, watching you hop out of bed and playfully smacking your ass when it was within reach. You giggled and scampered away, leaving him to lay back and put his hands up behind his head, taking a deep breath of satisfaction. His plan had not only worked but gone beyond his expectations— clearly you had wanted this, on some level, from the beginning, you were too eager for him to believe otherwise. But that didn't matter now, because you were finally his and it was exactly as he'd dreamed it would feel: right, undeniably and overwhelmingly right.

He decided to take a break from basking in his own glory for a while to get up and find some food for himself as well. After all, he planned on fucking you at least one more time today so he'd need lots of energy to keep him going.

He slipped back on his boxers and walked to the kitchen, finding you there standing oddly still. "What are you doing?" he asked with a bemused scoff.

"Jake…" you mumbled, staring into the cabinet blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer but stopping in his tracks when he saw what you were looking at: a six-pack box of granola bars. He sighed a little as he internally chided himself for such a rookie mistake. "Baby, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I… these… this is the same kind they gave me… it was the only thing I ate for almost four days."

"Oh my god," he whispered, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around you to try to soothe you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories. You only ate granola bars for four days? Honey, you must be starving, please just let me cook you something—"

"No, not only granola bars: only a granola bar. Just one…"

You reached up to grab the box but he held you tighter, trying to stop you. Instead what happened was you accidentally knocked the box over, exactly five bars sliding out and landing on the floor with a crinkly thud.

You gasped with realization and tried to squirm away but his comforting hug turned into restraint instantly. "Jake, let me go…"

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can do that."

"Jake, please," you begged with a sob. "Why did you— how could you?"

"I know you had feelings for me, you just needed a little encouragement."

"Feelings for you? I hate you!"

"Huh, that's odd, because I distinctly remember you begging me to fuck you last night,” he taunted. “I remember you coming for me, twice. Is that what you normally do when you hate somebody?"

"You're a monster," you sneered.

"And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not," he chuckled, spinning you around to bend you over the counter, pressing his hips against yours as you whined and failed to squirm away. "So you might as well let yourself like it."

#dark!jake jensen x reader #jake jensen dark fic #soft!dark jake jensen #jake jensen x reader

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crazyotakugal · 3 years ago

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Soaring Hearts

Hawks/Keigo Tamaki x Reader Fluff Lemon

Authors Notes:

Thank y’all so much for all the support!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and like I said, here’s part Two!! I hope y’all enjoy!!

It’s been almost a month since your “encounter” with the Number Two Hero. You’ve been catching up with your family, seeing the sights, and wondering about your meet up with Hawks. Of course, you haven’t told anyone about meeting Hawks and the events that followed. However, there’s always the unexpected…

Part Two:

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS

“ Come on, y/n! You gotta check out this place next!” Your cousin, Fuyumi, waved you over to yet another sweets shop.

It was a nice day today and Fuyumi had the day off, so she decided to take your sight seeing/shopping. The district was actually really cool and had a variety of different shops, but you really didn’t have much money to spend. Since your dad ditched you, things have always been tight. If your uncle, the number one Hero, had not paid for your trip, you wouldn’t have been able to visit. However, you’d never tell your family about your financial situation.

“Oooohhh!! They have that awesome cake and milk tea!! Let’s get some!” Fuyumi grabs your hand and starts to drag you into the shop.

“Umm, Fuyumi, maybe we should slow down?” You really couldn’t afford it, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Oh no worries! Dad’s covering everything today! He insisted!” She beamed.

“Uuuuhhh…” You were at a lost for words.

You just decided to go along with it and allowed yourself to be dragged along. Despite your uncle’s attitude, he was actually a really kind person. You remember your mom calling him a monster and saying he was evil, but you just didn’t see that.

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You and Fuyumi were sitting at a table with a neon rainbow checkerboard tablecloth and a pink vase with white daisies inside. The place was really nice for being a sweets shop. It was cutesy kind of place with different kinds of teas and sweets and the atmosphere was relaxing. You just went with whatever Fuyumi ordered. She seemed to be really happy and enjoying hanging around you. To be honest, you were really having tons of fun and you were really happy you came to Japan.

Even your encounter with Hawks.

Even if it was just a fling and as much as it made your heart ache to want to see him again, you knew your best chance was on a screen versus in person. You didn’t regret spending the night with him, but you felt bad for how it ended.

~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~

It was either really late at night or very early in the morning when you had woken up. It was really dark and you were tempted to slip back into the lull of sleep. However, you had to pee really bad. Your body felt stiff and heavy. Nature calling, you rub your thighs together, feeling a sharp pain shoot between your legs, and a stickiness there.

‘Huh? Too early for my period.’

You try to shift to get up, but something was wrapped around your waist. It didn’t feel like your covers. It was warmer and heavier. As your brain slowly started to wake up, you realized the thing around your waist was connected to something heavy pressed against your back. You try to wiggle a little bit and whatever was around your waist tighten.

You felt a lump in your throat and carefully turned your head. Holding your waist was Japan’s number two pro hero! His gold locks even messier then normal and he looked absolutely breath taking asleep. You very carefully slide away from Hawks without disturbing him, gather your scattered clothing, and tippy toe into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, fully clothed. You glance over at Hawks sleeping form, feeling regret for leaving like this bubbling inside you. However, you weren’t going to put yourself through that. Even though what you two had shared was amazing, you weren’t going to kid yourself into thinking that there was anything there. You wiped a few tears from your eyes and quietly left his apartment.

~~~ End F/B ~~~

“Y/n? Hey, y/n, you there?” Fuyumi is waving a hand in front of your face.

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I guess I was spacing out.”

A waitress comes over to your table, setting down your orders and leaves with a bow. The tea smelled amazing and the cake super delicious!

“I’m sorry, Fuyumi, what were you saying?” You take a sip of the yummy tea.

She takes a bite of the cake and swallowed it, “I was saying that there’s this big charity party that dad wants us all to attend tonight and was asking you if you had a dress you could wear?!”

You choke a bit on your cake, “What?! No! Noooo! I don’t have anything to wear that fancy! I really don’t need to go, I mean I’m just his niece!”

Fuyumi makes a slight pouty face, “But you are family! It’s for the family’s of that Camino incident, so it’s for a good cause! Dad even said we could go pick out new dresses!”

You feel really uneasy about that,” That’s not necessary! Really!”

Fuyumi just smiled at you, “Really! Don’t worry about it!”

Even though you were still getting to know Fuyumi, you knew her well enough to know there was no point to arguing with her once her mind was set. You just take a bite of your cake as she beams knowing she won.

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After the sweets shop, you were dragged to a few clothing stores. Fuyumi found a few dresses she liked/bought, the one she finally chose for the evening was a navy blue tie back dress that had silver glitter at the hem slowly decreasing almost non existent to the waist, almost like a starburst effect. It looked amazing on her. In fact, a lot of stuff did.

You found a few things you looked for everyday wear and lingerie, which she bought you despite your protests, but nothing you felt confident in or really suited you. Finally, Fuyumi dragged you into this one store with all kinds of clothing. That’s when it caught your eye. It was an off the shoulder dress with loop sleeves, form fitting torso with lace up front. There was a satin bow at the waist, the bow resting on your hip. The skirt flared out into two layers, the top layer was sheer parted down the middle with tiny little diamonds (not real) that ruffled at the edges. The second layer was a satin material with the same diamond accents that came down to your ankles. It was your favorite color and the price wasn’t bad at all!

“Oh wow, y/n! That’s perfect! You should try it on!” Fuyumi beamed as she snatched the dress and pushed it and you towards the dressing room. A few minutes later, you came out with it on. It fit you perfectly and you couldn’t hardly believe it was you in the mirror.

“Y/n! You look beautiful!” Your cousin smiled at you, causing you to blush a little.

‘My little sparrow is so beautiful.’

You remember the last time someone called you “beautiful” and remembering that night made you turn bright red.

~~~ Later that night ~~~

Just as you thought, it was an extremely classy affair. There were ton of big time heroes there as well as a lot of influential names. You didn’t know everyone, but Fuyumi had no problem filling you in. She looked so pretty in her dress. Natsuo and Shoto of course didn’t show up. Fuyumi was squealing about all the hot and available guys at the party.

“Oh there’s dad!” Fuyumi grabs your arm and drags you over to where your uncle was.

He, of course being number one, was surrounded by a bunch of people. He looked really annoyed, but put on a front. Occasionally, shaking a hand. Once he saw Fuyumi and you heading his way, he excused himself and to meet you halfway.

“Hey, Dad! This things really great isn’t it?” Fuyumi smiles, as always, trying to be the sweet daughter.

“Fuyumi. Y/N. You’re both looking very nice this evening.” He gave a tiniest, quickest smile.

Fuyumi beamed at the compliment and gave even a little twirl. A waiter came by and offered you three a colorful drink in a tall glass with a cherry on top. Endeavor declined, but you two each took one and thanked him.

“Um, Uncle, thank you very much for the dress,” You bowed, careful not to spill your drink.

“Hey there, Number one! You sure are popular!” A familiar voice rang, making your heart stop.

You lift your head up, to see none other than Hawks standing next to your uncle, with his hand on his shoulder with his usual grin on his face. He, like the other pro heroes there, was wearing his typical attire.

“Ugh, Hawks, let me introduce you to my daughter, Fuyumi, and my niece visiting abroad, Y/N,” Endeavor holds a hand out gesturing your way causing your heart to stop.

‘Don’t be dumb, Y/N! It was a one night stand! He probably doesn’t even remember you!’

Hawks smiles at Fuyumi warmly, gently taking her hand, but there’s a split second of surprise and recognition when his eyes turn towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles, takes your hand into his, and brings it to his lips. You feel your face turn bright red.

��Nice you meet you, Y/n,” He says with a subtle hint of sarcasm. He was acting like you’d just met, but he definitely recognized you.

“Oh my God! Is that the number one and number two pro heroes together!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

Fuyumi grabbed your hand and hurried away so you two weren’t caught in the poparatzi fire. You glanced back at Hawks, who was still looking at you as you were being led away. The crowd of reporters encircled the two heroes.

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After the craziness with the reporters, you’d lost sight of Hawks. You’d spent the rest of the evening being dragged around by your cousin, talking, eating, and drinking. It was actually lots of fun. You got to meet a lot of new people and eat a lot of delicious food.

A little tipsy, needing some air, you excused yourself from your cousin who honestly was too engrossed in talking to this guy to notice you leave. You found a quiet place in the outside garden. The cool air felt nice on your hot skin and the scent of the flowers around you was relaxing. You sat on a bench by a fountain, closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As you started to cool down, the breeze was starting to make you shiver a little.

Suddenly something soft and warm is placed on your shoulders. Your eyes shoot open and you see Hawks standing there with a gentle smile on his face, he’d placed his jacket over you. Seeing him so close to you, made your heart race and you felt a ping of guilt.

“Little Sparrow a bit chilly?” He reaches and brushes a stray hair from your burning face.

Hearing him say that nickname, flustered you because images of that night came flooding back. You felt the familiar spark of desire start from just that little touch. The memory of how those hands felt touching you made you shiver slightly.

“I, um, I…” You stutter out.

He tilts his head slightly, “hmmm?”

You bow low, “I’m so sorry! About leaving like that I mean!”

Embarrassed you ramble on, “It’s just, um, I’ve never done that type of thing. Not saying I regret what happened, but…I didn’t know what to expect afterwards and panicked and…I’m so sorry I left and didn’t say anything…”

You’re afraid to look up, but a gentle hand on your chin, turned your gaze upwards to meet his. Those wonderful lips of his gently covering your own. At first it starts slow, but then gradually becomes more passionate. One hand wraps around your waist as the other cups the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His tongue sweeps over your lips and you grant him access to your mouth without hesitation. All the desire from that night reawakening as that kiss makes you melt.

When your lips finally part, both his hands cup your cheeks bringing your face forward so your forehead was resting against his. Your noses almost touching, both your eyes shut, and you both a panting for breath. Just from that kiss, you could tell that you probably were already soaked down there. Your eyes locked when you opened them. Desire burning so brightly behind his gold orbs.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. The dress you were wearing was absolutely amazing on you, your lips were red and swollen from his assault, and your cheeks were flushed. That morning, he felt sad that you had left and he hadn’t gotten your name or info. That night has been fantastic and he didn’t know what it was about you, but he just felt so drawn to you. Sure, he’d had experience with women and had some fun in his younger years. Despite the rumors about him, he didn’t go around jumping from woman to woman. That was way too risky for one, but shallow one night stands weren’t his thing.

“Y/N,” He breathed before kissing you again. His hands starting the explore your body over your dress.

“H…Hawks!” You gasp as his lips start placing kisses down your neck. Hearing your name from his lips completely overwhelmed you with need.

His arms lift you up bridal style and he flies up high onto a balcony. The door’s unlocked and Hawks carries you into the dark room. It looked like someone’s office, there were shelves with all kinds of books, a couple of couches by a fireplace, and a large wooden desk.

Hawks carries you over and gently lays you down on one of the couches, his jacket acting like a pillow, and leans over you. His lips once again taking yours captive. He uses one arm to support his weight above you as the other slides up your leg bunching the skirt of your dress higher and higher. You gasp against his mouth when you feel his fingers press against the damp cloth between your legs.

“Oh!” You toss your head back as his fingers slowly start to circle the wetness there.

“I see my lovely sparrow is still so sensitive,” he murmurs as he kisses your shoulder, his fingers dipping beyond your soaked panties.

“Keigo!” You cry out and you feel Hawks shutter above you, feeling how wet you already were for him and already crying his name.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. He gets up off of you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and the sound of rustling clothing. You give a surprise squeal as you feel your panties being pulled off you. Hawks pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist and settles himself between your legs. Before you can say anything, he sheaths himself into you with one thrust. You can feel him fill every part of you, once again stretching you.

“Ahhh!” Your body shudders as you cum just from the sensation of him utterly filling you.

“Did my sparrow just cum from me just putting it inside?” He says with a cocky tone as he starts to move, “You really are made for me! Fuck! You feel so good!”

You dig your nails into his clothed back as your rocked into ecstasy. You look up at Hawks; his face twisted with pleasure and his beautiful red wings completely spread out above the two of you. Your tangle your fingers in his blond hair and bring his lips crashing down onto yours.

The sounds of moans and slapping skin fill the room.

“You’re so hot and wet! It’s like heaven inside you!” He breaths, never halting his thrusts, “God Sparrow, you’re taking me so wonderfully. You’re just the perfect fit!”

You start to feel that wonderful familiar knot start to build again. Hawks thrusts start getting a little rougher and deeper. A film of sweat covering both your bodies. His length hitting the entrance of your womb over and over again. The pleasure is just as intense as before that you feel your mind slipping away.

“Keigo! I’m gonna…oh God! I’m gonna!” You sob out, feeling yourself about to tumble down that peak any moment.

Hawks grabs your hips in his hands and pounds into you mercilessly. He burned the vision of you in his mind. Your h/c spilled all over as your head thrashes about, you withering underneath him with absolute bliss plastered on your face, and those lovely lips of yours swollen, parted, quivering as you start to reach your peak. That lovely dress of yours bunched at your hips giving him a wonderful view of himself being swallowed by your lovely pussy.

“Y/n, cum for me! That’s it! Cum for me sparrow!” He urges, pushing his hips against that spot a few times, his cock hitting your cervix, before you finally tumble over.

“KEIGO!” You scream, tossing your head back as your orgasm hits you. You cling to the couch as it washes you over. He holds his grip on your hips as he pounds you.

Hawks loses it when he feels you clamp down onto him, cumming around his cock. Your hot fluids gushing all over him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he’s calling out your name as he fills you to the brim. Another climax hits you as feel his dick twitching and filling you. You both lay there, panting afterwards.

You both hold each other on the couch, bodies still connected. Hawks still breathless, placing occasional kisses on your shoulder. He didn’t want to leave your warmth yet. After a few more minutes of holding you, mumbling soothing words, Hawks slips from your depths. He watches as your combined fluids seep from your opening slightly and catches your soft whimper once he left you.

Hawks sits up and gathers you in his lap, holding you to his chest. You smelt amazing. Like a sweet dessert. Your h/c was soft and your skin as well. It felt so nice holding you like this. You laid your head on his chest and gave into him holding you. His fingers gently stroking your hair. You didn’t want to be parted from him yet. You wished time would freeze and you two could stay like this. He smelt like rain. His warmth radiating from his body into yours. You feel a bit of sleepiness come over you.

“We should go before someone comes in and we get in trouble for staining their expensive couch,” Hawks whispers in your ear, bringing a bright red blush to your face.

You get up on your unsteady legs and straighten yourself up. You look around, a bit panicked, for your panties that you’d been wearing, but couldn’t see where Hawks had tossed them too. Your face turned bright red thinking how horrifying it would be if someone found them.

“Looking for something?” Hawks smiles at you, holding the bunched up lace garment in his hand.

“H…hey!” You feel your face burn even hotter. “Give those back!”

You go to try to snatch your panties from his hand, but of course he’s too fast for you and easily dodges. You go to try and grab them again, but this time he catches your wrist, pulling your body against his.

He smiles down at you, giving you a playful wink,”Consider these my hostage so you don’t go disappearing on me again.”

You make a pouty face at him and playfully punch him in the chest. He simply laughs it off.

His lips brush yours as he stuffs the material into his jacket pocket and lifts you up again. He effortlessly leaps down the balcony, safely with you to the ground. He gently sets you down on your feet. You feel his hand cover yours then sliding something between your fingers. It was his card, but at the bottom was a hand written phone number. You look up at him again and he reaches to brush a hair from your face. You looked absolutely adorable at that moment, looking up at him with big, questioning eyes.

“I don’t usually give out my personal number, but I’m willing to make an exception for you my sparrow,” He grins, ” However, now that I know you’re related to the big guy, I can easily hunt you down too.”

You give him a look and mumble under your breath, “You can try.”

He’s taken aback for a moment, then bursts into laughter. You were just too cute. He couldn’t help himself, wraps an arm around your waist, and kisses you deeply before he finally steps away from you.

He flaps his wings and takes off a few feet into the air. Small red feathers raining down all around you.

“Until I see ya around, Y/N!” He grins before taking off into the air. Leaving you looking up at the night sky as he disappears.

~~~~~~~~~~

So that’s it for part two!! Thank y’all so much and I’ll be working on part three soon. :D

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kakejiszka · 4 years ago

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Studio Fun

This is my first Jake smut, hope you enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: contains lots of smut, you have been warned.

After changing at least six times, you still hadn't chosen among the three set of clothes that were lying on your bed, surrounded by several other pieces of clothing that together created a mess in your entire room, that smelled like citrus, makeup and despair.

You couldn't help but tremble with anxiety at the sight of yourself in your lingerie in the mirror, after all, the occasion you were dressing for was unprecedented. Should you wear a fancy dress? A slutty short skirt? A rocker leather jacket?

You had hit the jackpot: after a few weeks going out with Jake, he had finally invited you to meet the studio where he and his band rehearsed every week. And furthermore, you would meet his brother Josh and Sam and their friend Danny for the first time. You were nervous, as shit was starting to get serious.

Jake was living rent free in your head. Since the first time you saw him, your standards for men had never been the same, after all, no one could surpass his beauty, talent and charisma. To top it all, he was so romantic: on the three times you went out together, he managed to surprise you even with the simplest things. On your first date, you had coffee together, but he gifted you white roses. On the second date, you two took a walk around the town and he held your hand the entire time. On the third date, where it's socially acceptable to have sex, he took you to a super fancy restaurant with wonderful food. You even wore a beatiful black dress and made sure to wear your best lingerie. But, despite taking you home and kissing you by the door (for the first time), that was it. Maybe he was shy, maybe he wasn't ready, but you couldn't help but feeling a bit disappointed for not spending the night with him.

You chose the skirt. If there was even the smallest chance of you seducing him that day, you were willing to try. You finished the look with a black tank top, which was so tight you didn't feel the need to wear a bra, an oversized jeans jacket and black boots. You applied some eyeliner and mascara.

You called an Uber to the address Jake had texted you and quickly you arrived. Your phone vibrated in your jacket's pocket. "Be there in 15" his text said. You felt your legs tremble during the whole time you spent waiting for him, which seemed like an eternity. Despite all his qualities, it wasn't new to you that Jake Kizka's worst flaw was that he was always late.

You noticed the studio: it was very big and it seemed like a place full of quality equipment. The street where it was located was full of different records and musical instruments stores, what made you realize you were in a part in town where you could find everything that was music-related. As you waited for him, all the thoughts in the world were crossing your mind: what if he's not so into me? What if his brothers don't like me? What am I doing here? What kind of idea was this? Do I still have time to go back home?

"Hey!" you were surprised by a familiar voice behind you.

"Jake!" you said, nervousness resonating in your voice.

"Did I scare you?" he asked, giggling.

"No, I'm okay, it's just that..." you didn't even have to finish what you were saying so that he could understarnd the situation.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, they will love to meet you."

Jake gave you his hand and you held it, now feeling much safer and calmer than before.

You two entered the studio and followed through a long dark hallway. The walls were painted black and were full of band posters and stickers. There were other rooms there and you could hear other bands rehearsing inside them. Jake guided you to the end of the hallway where a small set of stairs took you to the second floor.

For your surprise, there weren't other rooms on the second floor like there were on the first floor. It was a single room entirely, where you could find everything: a big couch, a frigo, technical equipment for recording, vending machines, snooker table, a mini bar, all sorts of things...

A section of the room was isolated by a thick glass wall. Inside it, the walls were covered in acoustic panels and the room was filled with many amplifiers, pedals, instruments and a bunch of other things you didn't know what were called were there.

Lying on the couch were Danny, Sam and Josh, waiting for Jake.

"Goddamnit, finally!" Josh shouted "we waited for like an hour!"

"I was getting ready for her" Jake answered, smirking and pulling you close to him by your waist. You couldn't hide the embarassment on your face.

"What a fancy studio!" you said, trying to change the subject "I didn't know you rehearsed in such a cool place."

"It wasn't always like this, ya know" Josh said while standing up and putting his hands in his pockets "we started playing at our house, but it was starting to get too noisy for miss Karen" he laughed.

"It's true, we had to look for cheap studios, but it was hard to find anything in a small town like Frankenmuth" Sam said.

You all talked a bit and, fortunately, the boys were all very nice. You felt very welcomed by Josh's sense of humor, Sam's big smile and Danny's kindness.

After you got to know them, they entered the acoustic room and started rehearsing. You sat on the couch to watch them and, although you were scared to feel bored, you had a lot of fun with the private show they were performing for you.

You couldn't take your eyes off Jake. What he did to the guitar was phenomenal, sexy and even pornographic. The way he slowly slid his hand over the guitar's neck while sweat drops fell on his forehead were making you cross your legs a bit too hard over the couch.

He noticed you were staring at him and smiled at you through the glass, making you cover your face with your hands out of embarassment. You must have been making a funny face, because he giggled at the sight of you.

After two or three hours of rehearsal, they were done. Although the air-conditioning was making you shiver, they left the room all sweaty. Josh, Sam and Danny went to the frigo to get some beer. Jake went there as well, but he made sure to get one for you too.

"Did you like to watch the rehearsal?" Jake asked, offering you an already open Corona bottle.

"I loved it!" you said, getting the bottle from his hand and taking a sip.

"I was scared you would get bored" he said while he sat by your side on the couch and opened his bottle.

"How could I? I felt very special for watching such an exclusive show!" you said, making him laugh.

For the first time, you noticed what he was wearing: a dark purple silk shirt with the buttons opened showing his chest, as he always wore them. He had tight black cuffed pants and brown boots. On his neck, some long necklaces that reached the middle of his bare chest, and on his wrists a few bracelets. His style was casual and attractive, but goddamn, he looked so fucking hot.

The rest of the day was very fun. You two drank together and talked a lot, what got you even closer to each other. Josh, Sam and Danny played snooker and drank a lot, until they decided to leave.

There were only you and Jake, that were now a bit tipsy and still had a lot to talk about. You noticed that, although you two had already went out before, this was the first time you talked this much. When you realized, you were physically very close: your legs were resting over Jake's left leg and his hand was caressing the back of your head. Your index finger was circling around Jake's bare chest. He looked so great in that shirt.

"Do you wanna see something?" he excitedly asked. You, curious as you were, immediately answered:

"Sure."

Jake stood up and walked towards the platform where there was a panel with a billion different buttons you had no idea were for. After pressing and regulating some of them, he made a sign with his fingers invinting you to join him.

"What does that thing do?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Everything" he playfully answered.

"Everything what?" you asked again, laughing impatiently.

"This is the sound mixer, where we can control everything inside the acoustic room. Bass, treble, autotune, tuning, echo, volume... and so on" while he patiently explained to you, you admired him. He would get so excited when talking about music.

"Wow" you responded, without taking your eyes off his.

"Wanna try it out?" he asked.

"What? Are you serious?" you almost spit the liquid of the forth or fifth beer bottle you were having that day.

"Very serious" he said, looking deep in your eyes.

"Okay then..."

"Put this on" he said, grabbing the two headphones thar were lying on the table over the mixer and handing one over to you.

You did as he said and Jake left you responsible for the sound mixer and ran inside the acoustic room, almost tripping due to his light state of inebriation.

"What is he doing?" you quietly asked yourself.

He shut the door of the acoustic room and got one of the 6 or 7 guitars that were inside. After that, he put on the headphones that he brought with him to the room, turned on the microphone that was resting over a tripod and said:

"Can you hear me?"

The sound came out so loud in your headphones that you got scared and jumped, almost turning deaf. After that, you laughed a lot and so did he.

"How do I turn this thing down?" you asked him, screaming so he could hear you through the glass wall.

"Slide the red button down, on your right. Oh, and you don't have to scream, on your left there's a microphone that's meant for you to talk to me while I'm inside, just hold its button down."

You did as he told you to and laughed at yourself, feeling silly for not knowing how to use those things.

"There. Can I do what I want here?"

"Yeah!" he answered.

Jake started playing a random melody and you played with the sounds, having fun like a child. Distorting, increasing and decreasing the echoes, you two laughing like fools.

When you had enough fun, Jake spoke on the microphone again.

"Did you know this room has an almost perfect acoustic insulation?"

"Almost perfect? Like, no one can hear from the outside?" you said while pressing the mic's button and arching a brow, without believing him.

"Exactly" he said, putting his guitar away "I can scream as loud as I want here, no one will listen. Wanna try it?"

"How do I do that?" you asked, searching for the function among the million buttons on the sound mixer panel.

"Just turn the volume down, all of it."

And so you did. As you turned the volume down, it was getting harder and harder to hear what he said, until you couldn't hear a word. He only realized you couldn't hear him when he saw the surprise on your face, caused by the magic of the acoustic room. You could tell by his facial expression that he was laughing, and you laughed as well.

He made a gesture with his hand, like he asked you if you could hear him. You answered through the mic:

"I can't hear anything! This is amazing!"

He smiled and made another gesture, as if he was inviting you to the acoustic room. You quickly removed your earphones and walked to the door, thinking it would be your turn to stay there as he played with the sound.

When you opened the door, Jake immediately pulled you inside and shut the door with both of you inside. Then, he pressed you against the wall, pinning both of your wrists against it over your head.

You couldn't help but feeling surprised, after all, Jake had never acted like this before. He had always been romantic and careful, so you were pretty curious about his sudden dominating attitude.

He approached his face to yours, whispering close to your ear:

"Wanna test the acoustic of the room's acoustics?"

His tone was everything but innocent. You finally understood where he was getting to, so you decided to play his game.

"How can we test it?" you answered, faking innocence, and he smiled at your acting. So he put his leg in the middle of yours, gently rubbing his thigh against your groin and pressing you even harder agains the foamy wall.

"We can try it the best way possible."

After he said it, he kissed you deeply. His hands let go of your wrists and slowly slid down your arms, all the way to your neck. One of his hands held the back of your head and the other choked you slightly, but strong enough to make breathing a little harder. Your arms, now free of his grip, curled arould his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

The kiss was getting hotter. You felt the hand that held your neck go down to your waist, and the hand on the back of your head gently pull your hair, bringing your head back and making you moan softly. Jake stopped kissing you and smirked, watching your pleasure face.

"They might see us through the glass!" you said, but he didn't pay much attention as he immediately returned to kiss your lips.

"I don't care" he answered, and although it was a bit scary, the fear of getting caught was also thrilling and exciting.

Your neck was completely exposed now, inviting Jake's silky lips which left soft kisses on your skin, making their way to your ear lobes where he gently nibbled. It sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps on your skin, something Jake noticed and made sure to show he enjoyed.

"You like this, huh?" he whispered in your ear. You nodded with a small moan, still a little overwhelmed by the situation, but certainly enjoying it.

Jake went back to kissing your neck, now a little faster. The tiny threads of growing beard on his jaw scratched your face, the sensation was even more arousing. You were so focused on that that only later you realized that his hand wasn't on your waist anymore, but was grabbing your ass.

Your body was warm, but you had chills. The mix of sensations Jake was causing on you gave you so much pleasure, but at the same time it was torturous. It wasn't enough, you wanted more and he knew that, but he wanted to keep you waiting.

Jake put both on his hands on your ass, squeezing it hard and making you moan softly. But after a short period, you felt his hands leave the place, which surprised you. Only then you realized he was taking off your jeans jacket and tossing in on the floor. The black tank top you were wearing left your collarbone and your shoulders exposed, which was exactly what Jake's lips were looking for. But before he went back to what he was doing, he took a good look at your newly exposed body part. His eyes traveled from your face to your breasts and there they stood, what got you a little embarassed.

"You're so hot, did you know that?" he whispered, staring even harder at your cleavage and then at your eyes. You smiled and blushed. The way he said those things made you feel a way no other man had ever managed to do to you. "You don't have to feel ashamed..." he said, smirking at your reaction.

His lips met yours again, but only for a short period of time. They quickly moved to your collarbone. His hands were now were wandering around your whole body, moving from your neck to your shoulders, back, waist and ass, as if he was desperate to feel you. Which was amazing, because you were eager to feel his hands all over you.

You also wanted to feel him, so you did as he did: you took one of your hands to the back of his hand and slightly pulled back some of his long brown hair, what made him moan and smile in response. Your other hand traveled through his chest, gently dragging your nails around the small part of exposed skin. My god, he looked so hot in that purple jacket. The only way he could look hotter than that would be without it.

You started to slowly unbutton the shirt, which made him stop kissing you and look at you with a naughty smirk.

"So much hurry!" he giggled.

"You take mine off, I take yours, that's how it works" you answered, winking at him.

He helped you take off his shirt and toss it on the floor, next to your jacket. You enjoyed the view of his shirtless body, staring at it just like he did to you before, sliding your nails and digging them on his torso. He held your hand over his chest, looking deep into your eyes. you were expecting him to say something nasty, but instead he just went back to kissing you, now even more intensely.

He embraced your waist and pulled you closer to him, as if it were possible. Then, his hands slowly moved upwards, passing through your waist and reaching your breasts. He squeezed them softly, making you moan. Your skin, that was already shivered, got even more chills under his touch. You weren't wearing a bra, which made your nipples appear through your shirt. Jake noticed and liked it, since he touched and tweaked them over the thin cloth. At this moment, you were already wet and impacient, but you were only getting a small portion of Jake's sexual expertise.

"Jake..." you moaned in agony between his kisses, suffering with his touches over your clothes. Although it was very hot, the throbbing sensation in your groin was starting to feel unbearable and painful.

"I know, babe" he answered, resting his forehead on yours, without ceasing to fondle your breasts "you're eager, but I'm only getting started."

Hearing that made the situation of your arousal even worse, to the point where if he decided to just lift your skirt and fuck you at that moment you wouldn't even feel pain, so horny and ready you were. He went back to kissing you, never letting your breasts go. But suddenly, you felt him pull your shirt up and reveal your stomach.

He kept on pulling it, enough that your breasts dropped down from your top, due to how tight it was. He watched that pornographic scene without blinking, dazzled. Rapidly he went back to fondling your breasts, only now he took his lips to one of your nipples.

He sucked it gently, making you let go a pleasurable moan. Glad with your reaction, he kept on sucking it, sometimes licking, nibbling and kissing. He moved to the right breast, but without stopping to give attention to the left one, playing with the nipple with his thumb. The saliva he left on the thin skin of your nipple in contact with the air made you feel a little bit cold, but it gave you pleasure.

Jake took his time there, enjoying the sensation he was causing you. You, on the other hand, dig your nails a bit deeper all over his back, feeling his skin also get goosebumps.

Jake finishing sucking your nipples and went back to kissing your lips. He took off your top with a bit of hurry, tossing it on the floor and then pulling you closer to him by your waist. His hands were now back on your ass, but now he started to lift your skirt.

"This short skirt of yours... I spent the whole day thinking about lifting it and fucking you" he said, holding the cloth with the tip of his fingers and raising it slowly. The fingers that lifted the fabric softly scratched your thighs and your hip, making you shiver.

Jake saying those things made your legs tremble with pleasure. You didn't know how good it felt to hear that dirty-talk until it was Jake whispering it to you.

"I wore it thinking about it" you answered, what made him smile in a sexy and predatory way at the same time.

When he lifted your skirt high enough, he slid his right hand over your thigh. He gently slid back and forth towards your groin, torturing you with the desire of his touch. He looked you deep in the eyes with a serious expression, like he was in control of the situation. When you couldn't stand the teasing anymore, he caressed your pussy over your panties.

"Wow, you're soaking wet... I didn't know it was that easy to make you horny, baby."

You looked at him, almost not believing what you had just heard. After half an hour of teasing, he thought it was easy?

"Jake, please..." you moaned in desperation as he now rubbed your clit over the thin lacy fabric.

"I know, love, I'll give you what you want."

Jake pulled your panties down and slid his index finger between your fold, reaching your clit. You were so wet it was slippery inside you, making his job even easier. He then started to rub your clit in slow and circle motions.

You let go a fairly loud moan and, out of embarassment, you covered your mouth with your hand. He took your hand out of your mouth and pinned it against the wall behind you.

"Moan all you want, no one's gonna hear us. Moan loud for me."

And so you did. The harder he rub your clit, the more pleasure you felt and the more you moaned in his ear. He, who was also feeling pleasure, had his lips parted, watching you squirm against the wall.

Jake increased the speed with which he masturbated you, driving you insane. But you also wanted to torture him. Therefore, catching him by surprise, you took your hand to the huge bulge in his pants. He wasn't expecting that, but he enjoyed it.

You stroked his cock, that was very enhanced outside his pants. You were surprised with its lenght.

"You did this to me" he said, grabbing your hand and rubbing it harder against his dick.

But you didn't last for too long, since Jake's expertise in masturbating you was making your legs shake so you couldn't concentrate in anything but your own pleasure. You kept on moaning ach time louder until your orgasm finally hit. The pulsation made you almost scream.

You couldn't help but feel a little embarassed, but the look on his face comforted you and made you realize there was nothing to be ashamed of, since the man was clearly enjoying it.

He removed his fingers from your pussy and licked them. what made you feel another throb of pleasure. Next, he deeply kissed you.

"Fuck, your moans are so hot" he whispered in your ear. You couldn't answer him, since you were still recovering your breath.

Although you didn't say a word, you went back to stroking his erection. Gladly, he let you masturbate him over his clothes, torturing him as he had done to you.

"It's your turn to suffer" you said, and he smirked in response.

"This is nothing, I've been suffering since I first saw you in those tight clothes, your tits almost bursting out of that small top of yours. It was hard to hide how hard I was" he answered, gently pulling your hair behind your back so he could delight himself again with the sight of your naked breasts.

You rolled your eyes, giggling. He always had an answer on the tip of his tongue. But the fact that he said he got an erection only by looking at your cleavage made you feel powerful and sexy.

You kept masturbating him over the thick fabric of his pants, watching him twitch out of pleasure. After a few minutes, you removed his leather belt, tossing it on the floor together with the rest of your clothes. Next, he unzipped his pants himselft and lowered it a little, just enough so that you could see the bulge on his boxers. You could see the tip of his cock, since it had scaped the prison of its tight black fabric, which was already wet with his precum.

You licked your lips at the sight of his rigid cock. You wanted to suck it, but you would make him wait, just like he did to you. You stroked it over his underwear, which was way thinner and allowed you to move up and down much more easily. Jake was panting, anticipation taking over both of your bodies.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed your hand and put it inside his underwear, surprising you.

"Couldn't handle it?" you laughed.

"I need to feel you" he murmured, almost out of breath.

So you masturbated him, now inside his underwear. You started off slowly, gently touching the tip of his cock with your thumb. It was wet with eagerness. You then started to move more quickly, but the fabric of his underwear was making the job a little difficult, so you impaciently pulled it down, completely revealing his penis. Now that you could see it completely, you masturbated him even faster.

You looked at his face saw the expression of pure pleasure, small groans escaping from his mouth. You smirked and he smirked back, pleased with how much fun you were having while touching him so intimately. You then looked back at his cock and realized you couldn't take it any longer: you had to suck him off.

When he noticed you were getting down on your knees, his eyes widened up in anticipation. Knowing what was about to happen, he helped you take off his pants and underwear and took off his shoes, tossing it all on the floor. Then, he grabbed all of your hair and held it tightly in the back of your head, not letting any strand of it get in the way of you doing your job, but at the same time being able to mildly control your movements.

You slowly licked his entire shaft from the base to the tip, making him shiver and moan. Next, you placed your lips around its head, gently sliding his whole cock inside your mouth. When it reached your throat you gagged, but you kept going. Starting off with slow movements and then increasing the speed, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, sometimes harder, sometimes easier, sometimes just masturbating it while you gathered some air. With one hand you stimulated it, with the other you grabbed his butt. You looked him in the eyes, knowing he was enjoying it. His pleasure facial expression was incredible, only making you want to suck him even more.

You kept going, so eagerly you reached a very high speed, but it didn't last long. He gently pushed your head away from his cock and pulled you up, asking you to stand up.

"If you keep going like that, I won't stand for long, babygirl..." he murmured, catching some air.

"Sorry, I guess I got carried away..." you said while wiping your lips with your hand, making him giggle.

"Don't ever apologize for giving me the best head I've ever got."

Jake gave you a deep and sloppy kiss. Next, he is the one who went on his knees.

Jake laid kisses on your chin, neck, the middle of your breasts, your tummy and, after taking off your skirt and your boots and throwing them on the floor, he kissed your groin. Your body shivered in anticipation, nervous with what was about to happen.

Jake lifted one of your legs up and laid it over his shoulder, in a way he could be face-to-face to your entrance.

Before he got started, he looked up deep into your eyes, grinned and held your hip firmly with one of his hands, while the other squeezed the thigh that laid on his shoulder so tightly you had marks of it the day after.

Jake touched his tongue gently on your entrance, spreading your lips allowing his to explore your pussy. His hot and wet tongue in contact with your soaking folds sent shivers through your whole body, and several others followed it when he started to lick your clit.

The sensation was even better than the one he caused you with his fingers. Which was surprising, since he was a guitar player, you always thought he would be better with his hands. Turns out Jake Kiszka was god with incredible with string instruments and even more skilled in pleasing a lady.

He kept licking your clit, now harder. You, who were already having trouble standing on one leg while getting your pussy eaten like that, reached a tripod that stood nearby, dropping the microphone from it. Your other hand grabbed his light brown hair tightly between your fingers, trying to hold up to something and not lose grip from reality. You two were making a mess in the studio but you didn't mind, for he continued to go down on you and you kept moaning as loud as you could.

But it didn't stop there.

Jake slowly inserted his index finger inside you. You felt your walls clench around his finger as he moved it up and down, hitting your g-spot so easily you regretted not doing this earlier. The mix of sensations his tongue on your clit and his finger inside you were causing on you combined drove you insane. At this point, you were moaning so loudly you completely forgot where you two were. Your eyes were closed and all you could say was Jake's name between groans and breaths.

Jake inserted another finger and started to estimulate you really rapidly, as fast as he was sucking on your clit. Your pleasure had become unbearable and your second orgasm hit like a tsunami, wetting even more your folds and Jake's tongue. Although you had shown him he could stop so you two could move on, he didn't want to. He didn't stop, never allowing your orgasm to reach its end and making your legs shake uncontrollably.

When he thought he had enough he started to slow his movements down, for your relief. When he finally stopped, he laid a soft kiss on your wet entrance as a demonstration of affection and stood up, immediately kissing your lips making you taste your own bitter juices.

"You taste so delicious" he whispered between your lips "I can't get enough of it."

You two kissed once more, now more romanticaly and tenderly. When you two finally caught some breath, you looked at each other and smiled, excited with what was about to happen next.

He then grabbed your hair very firmly, bringing goosebumps to your skin. Next, he whispered in your ear:

"Are you sure you want it?" he asked, you thought it was sweet of him to ask for verbal consent.

"Yeah" you answered, embarassingly anxious.

"Then ask for it."

As he said it, he turned you over, making you face and lean against the wall, your back completely exposed to him. He still had his hand holding your hair very tightly. You moan at his dominance.

He bent you over in a way your ass was tilted up for him. He enjoyed the sight of it, caressing and squeezing it really hard. Next, he rubbed his hard cock over your entrance. You arched your back even more, feeling exposed like that felt hot and thrilling. The sensation of his entire lenght rubbing against your wet folds was torturous.

"Ask for it" he repeated impaciently.

"F-fuck me" you stuttered, nervously enjoying him telling you what to do.

"I can't hear you" he rubbed his cock against you even harder.

"Fuck me, goddamnit!" you shouted, feeling obligated to put all shame aside to please that wonderful bossy man.

"Good" he said in a husky voice, seeming pleased.

Jake finally put the tip of his cock inside you, slowly so your walls could adjust to his size. It wasn't necessary to wait for too long, since you were so horny and ready that he slipped right in. When his entire lenght slid inside you, you felt chills run from your neck to your back. Finally feeling Jake inside you was incredible.

Jake started to fuck you, increasing the speed bit by bit. You impaciently start to move your hips in his direction, showing him he could go faster.

"Oh, you want more, you slut?" he asked, squeezing and then slapping your ass, what would leave a red mark on the next day.

"Yeah..." you moan.

Jake then did as you asked, increasing the speed. You were now fucking really hard, his cock moving in and out of you at a rapid pace. The pressure of his shaft hitting deep into you gave you so much pleasure your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, and your moans had become screams.

Jake slapped your ass again. The pain was intense but extremely hot. He, looking for more pleasure, pulled your hair back even more while his other hand reached one of your breasts, which shook due to the harsh movements you were making. Jake's groans were low, but vibrant and rough. He moaned your name while gasping for air.

"Your pussy feels so tight, so good."

Then, for your surprise, he got out of you. You turned over to him to see what was going on, but he pulled you to the floor before you could say anything. He lied on the floor and placed you on top of him, then putting his arms under his head and laying down, enjoying the view of your completely naked body on top of his.

"Ride me" he commanded, and you obeyed without question.

You began to ride him, getting used to the position before doing it faster. As soon as you managed to find balance, you started to ride him really quickly. That position hit different a different spot inside you, and you could see by Jake's expression that it hit different for him too.

You were fucking him so hard Jake was cursing between his breaths. He put one of his hands on your butt to guide the movements as he wanted to and the other hand on your right breast, holding it and squeezing it. You two kept that position for a while, looking deep in each other's eyes, chills running through your spines.

Jake wanted to change positions again, laying you under him. For the first time you could feel how harsh the carpet felt under your soft skin, only then remembering the place the two of you were. But that didn't matter. Jake leaned on his knees and pulled one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder and going back to fuck you again.

That position was taking you to heaven, what seemed impossible. To make it even better, Jake began to estimulate your clit with his thumb while he slid his cock in and out of you. At that moment, any drop of sanity that you still had disappeared.

"Yes!" you moaned, biting your lower lip.

"Fuck!" he hissed, sweat running down his beautiful face.

He kept fucking you in that position, which didn't take long to make you come for the third time in a row. Your orgasm made you scream and moan his name for the millionth time that afternoon, and that was driving him insane.

"I'm gonna cum" he said, increasing the speed with which he fucked you, not allowing your orgasm to end. The noise your hips crashing against each other was so loud it filled the room.

Jake reached his limit, letting his fluids fill you up inside. You, still experiencing your multiple orgasms, enjoyed the sensation the hot liquid mixed with the bliss caused you. The two of you began to slow the pace, until you fully stopped. Jake laid over you, without pulling out. You two were dripping in sweat, his hair all messy and glued to his forehead.

The both of you stood there for a while, catching your breath. He caressed your hair and you stroked his back. When you could finally breathe again, Jake looked you in the eye and you both giggled in complicity.

Jake pulled out and lied next to you on the carpet while holding your hand.

"This was..." he said.

"Wow..." you said.

You two laughed for having spoken at the same time. You two stood there for a long time, staring each other in the eyes. His dark brown eyes sparkled with joy and both of you were enjoying the serotonin the intimate moment you two had just shared produced, cuddling.

"I think I'm falling for you" Jake said, breaking the silence.

You couldn't hide your surprise in hearing that declaration, but you gave him a big smile in response.

"Me too" you said, unable to contain the huge smile on your face.

"Phew!" he said, laughing "This means we will be able to do this more often."

"Obviously. But can we do it in a more comfortable place next time? This carpet is so rough!"

"You didn't like the studio? But we can make as much noise as we want in here!" he said, comically offended by your preference of having sex somewhere else.

"It has its advantages, yes, but I bet it can't be better than Egyptian silk sheets on a king-sized bed" you said, convinced you knew better than him.

"Okay, you've got a point. But I can't promise I'll be able to provide the Egyptian silk sheets and a king-sized bed by tonight."

You hit his arm and laughed, glad for having found such an amazing partner.

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levicanpunchme · 4 years ago

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AAAAAA I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCHHHH SYEGHQYEHW can i request something where the reader tries to persuade levi to take a break from his paperwork?? aaaaaaa i literally love u some much jagduwyshdsj thank you<3333

AAAAAA, I LOVE YOUUUUU 🙈 thank you so much for the kind words 🥺 I’m sorry this took a while but it’s finally here~! And thank you for requesting babe <333

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Levi X Y/N

Genre: Romance/Fluff/Angst

Sharing Your Exhaustion

The hallways were eerily quiet, presumably because the members were drained off after hectic training; they couldn’t help jump into their dreams before they had to head back for more painful training. You took nimble steps towards the captain’s room and rushed to open the door, knots forming in your stomach in bustling excitement. Yesterday, Levi was so busy with paperwork, you had chose not to visit him, not wanting to disturb him. There were days when you had to ignore your feelings because you were in a relationship with none other than Captain Levi, the strongest solider who shouldered the burden of humanity’s right to existence.

As you stepped in, you realised the room was lighted up, which was foreign because by this time, Levi would be waiting for you in bed with lights off. Your gaze sauntered from the empty bed to the wooden desk next to the window and caught sight of your raven haired boyfriend, seated before his desk with a pencil in his grip as he sharply wrote something down. You frowned, staring at the clock for reconfirmation.

It was one am. By this time, Levi would have tidied up his messy desk, taken a shower and waited for you to come over-sometimes even making personal trips to your room to get you.

You lightly shut the door behind you, taking light steps towards your hardworking boyfriend. Despite making zero to no sound, you caught his attention immediately as if he sensed you around; his bleak eyes seemed to warm up like the moonlight, his thin lips morphing into a tiring smile.

“How was training?” His gentle voice already calmed your nerves. “Tiring,” you muttered with a generous smile and made your way to his chair.

“Tch, don’t work so hard, brat,” he gruffly muttered, his voice etched with concern.

Nearing him, you noticed the blue lines of fatigue on his pale skin carved under his eyes, his forehead creased from tension, posture seemingly uncomfortable with his back positioned away from the chair, probably from leaning down to observe papers. An awful feeling arose in the pit of your stomach. Your judgment stood corrected as you observed the stack of parchments bundled on the side of his table. Just looking at it gave you a headache.

You instinctively stepped closer behind his chair and snaked your arms around his neck tightly, recompensing for the time away from him. The smell of him on the shirt you were wearing was nothing compared to his actual embrace. The shower you had taken before had helped your nerves ease after practise but Levi’s embrace completely sucked every last drop of ache out of your body.

A breathy sigh escaped his mouth as he eased into your hold, his breathing calm against your frame. For a moment, it was only you and Levi in your own bubble; nothing else existed. Two aching souls finding peace in one another. And then a moment later, the bubble bursted.

“Y/n, turn the lights off and get some sleep. I’ll need to stay working,” he put his hand over yours which were resting on his chest and nudged his head against yours, encouraging you to go to bed.

You frowned, your chest tightening.

Ever since the commander’s announcement for a new mission outside the walls, the workload was piquing- especially for the captains. The pile of documents needing Levi’s attention were still toppling his desk and he hadn’t even moved an inch from the worktable since before yesterday night. You didn’t see him at practise, lunch, dinner or even in the meeting with Hange. He seemed to have disconnected entirely from human interaction, determined to get his work done.

“Levi, you’ve been here since the whole day,” you muttered, expressing your discern with a frown. Your arms only grew tighter around him worriedly.

He shook his head, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “It’ll take me one more night and I’ll be done.” You peeled yourself away from him and stared at the man with desperation. You had come to a realisation that Levi coped in different ways in tense times. When the atmosphere became grim, he spent days drowning himself with papers and refused to take breaks- as if he was punishing himself. Even when he came back from expeditions, you wouldn’t see his face until a week after. He stared at words for so long that they probably haunted him.

“Levi, you’re overworking yourself to the bone. You need sleep,” you argued, scowling at the lack of concern in his narrow eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry. Now, go and get some sleep. You must be exhausted,” his words were stern, commanding you and his gaze indifferent, holding no room for debate. His eyes remained cold but you could tell he felt apologetic as he softly caressed your cheek with his palm, stroking them. He limply smiled, then nodded at you and motioned towards the bed, implying you leave him alone.

You stared at him distraught. How could Levi expect you to turn away and conveniently slip into bed while his red-rimmed eyes were starving for rest as he pushed himself more and more? Again an unsettling feeling arose in your chest; even his fingers were inflamed from gripping the pencil for too long; he rubbed the back of his neck occasionally which meant he had been craning it for too long to read the goddamn papers.

Your fists clenched in despair as you bit back the curses you wanting to ensue; dating a workaholic man with zero awareness was a pain in the ass. You sighed sympathetically at the man you loved and then stepped closer to the desk, in front of him. You grabbed one large pile of his documents and brought them with you to the bed.

“Hey-hey! What’re you doing?” He immediately sprung out of his chair, and it made you want to cackle because it was probably the first time his leg muscles contracted since he sat down with these documents on that damned chair.

“I’ll help,” you explained as you sat cross legged on the cold sheets of his bed, picking up the first stapled document.

“No,” he rasped. “You are doing no such thing. Get to bed, right now,” it wasn’t a suggestion but a chilling command; Levi’s tone was dangerously low, making your stomach knot up with nervousness.

You glanced up and regretted it immediately because it magnified your anxiety: his misty eyes were staring down at you scornfully, burning your skin; his chest heaved impatiently and his fists were clenched like he would pounce at you any second.

“Levi—“

“Every-fucking-one is beaten after today’s practise, I know that. Just because I wasn’t there, it doesn’t mean I don’t know shit. Hange informed me about your pathetically long training,” Levi’s voice was oddly rough but the coldness in his eyes melted. His face was scrunched in distress.

You loved this man so much with every part of you. How could he be worrying over you when he was literally starving and sleepless from the work pressure? Your nose burned, and you felt your eyes welling up, with overwhelming emotions, but you didn’t let him see that or he’d lose his sanity and flip the world over to know exactly the reason behind your tears.

You stepped out of the bed and walked close to him, edging to him until his nose was brushing yours conveniently since you both were the same height. At close proximity, his almond shaped eyes were tired-red and sully but there was also a strange glint of warmth in the dull grey clouds, reflecting the effect you have on him. His breathing was unsteady as he stared directly at you.

“If you’re too exhausted, we can share the exhaustion just like we share love, Levi,” you whispered, your lips meeting the corner of his mouth and landing it with a kiss. Jitters ran down his spine and his mouth tingled.

We can share exhaustion just like we share love. The words reverberated again and again in his head, tugging at the strings of his heart. At that moment, he wished to throw you into his bed and kiss your exhaustion away. He forcefully stepped back, his insides twisting in misery, desperate to have his way with you. You were always so understanding. Levi could never wrap his head around how you were so transparent and loving. You stood by him in miserable times, struggling to heal his endless wounds. Your selflessness ate at him because in this big, relentless world, he only wanted you to be selfish.

“I’ll arrange these documents, so you’ll know which ones merely require signatures and which need proper attention. It’ll decrease your workload and reading time to a great extent.” You were already on the bed, reading through the document with vitality.

He surveyed you for a moment, his heart drumming faster against his chest. “Come on, get going. We have a lot to do.” Levi timorously stepped back, watching you.

You already got to work and started assessing papers and reading through files. You almost threw in the towel by your fifth document but continued working, determined to help him. You mentally praised Levi’s great work ethics, his neat textura script making you smile.

Levi, on the other hand, stood frozen in his tracks; his chest felt strange as he watched you work on his documents. No one had ever done this-not that he ever wanted it. Hell, he was the strongest, most independent man, who never let his guard down which is primarily the reason why people didn’t bother with him. He alone equated to the strength of a thousand army of titans. He created this headstrong image for the world, Levi Ackerman, the hope of humanity, as he filled in gaps of weaknesses left in his trails.

Why did you see him? You knew he could take it, then why didn’t you let him be, like everyone else? Why did you want to shoulder his burdens by sacrificing your peace?

His head began pounding.

Before he saw you today, he was perfectly fine with his negligent ways: he didn’t feel his stomach rumbling from emptiness, his mouth as dry as the desert, his back aching from distress or his eyes stinging from sleeplessness. Now, when he saw you rubbing your red eyes, squinting them to read the documents and massaging your template in soft circles, he recovered his sanity.

As if he regained his humanity, his body which was numb from the moment he sat with those papers, collapsed into a surge of emotions.

He couldn’t bear it.

He treated himself inhumanely. But not you. God no, never you. You didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t treat you the way he treated himself. He’d rather throw himself off a cliff than give you a taste of his pain. Feeling overwhelmed, his vision blurred as he took heavy steps towards you. You looked up from the paper, hearing him moving towards you and your breath ceased.

Silver eyes were shadowy with a thunderous wave of agony, and a deploring frown weighted down his lips as his steps faltered towards you. You immediately stood up, your hackles rising in concern. You had never seen Levi look so defeated and beaten— not even when he came back from outside the walls. Your stomach twisted in despair. Maybe you had hurt him in your attempts to stick beside him. You felt tears choking your vision as you waited for him to throw you out of his room.

He was an inch away when his body fell against you, a squeal leaving your mouth. His arms were clasping around your waist as he pushed his weight down, causing your knees to buckle against the bed and you both fell. He was on top of you, his body completely attached to you like he were a part of you. Your heartbeat escalated as Levi looked at you, his red eyes drunk with exhaustion staring into the depth of your orbs.

Inside your dark eyes, he only saw himself. Only himself. His breathing hardened, mouth watering at the sight. He couldn’t take it anymore, his love for you triumphing over the last shred of common sense left in his brain. Drained and disillusioned, he found solace within you.

He attacked your mouth like a starved beast, every ounce of his being wanting you to feel the love bustling in his veins. Your toes curled in pleasure, the warmth of his mouth creating an euphoric sense of stability in your soul. You gripped his hair softly, running your fingers through his scalp and his eyes screwed shut in comfort. His lips kissed to your jawline and in the crevice of your neck, trailing downwards, marking your skin as his.

Your moans and his heavy breaths filled up the silence in the room.

“I love you,” he whispered and you swear you felt a wet droplet fall against your skin. Your stomach clenched; It was his first time telling you he loved you. You tried saying it back but no words left your mouth, just a stream of sobs.

Before, you felt him love you through his own unintentional ways but nothing could counter these three words falling off his lips just for you.

And then he rustled against the sheets, laying beside you and pulled you on top of him, your head resting against his chest. His heartbeat vibrating against your frame caused your tense body to ease in his hold. The documents sat on the edge of the bed, neglected. Soon slumber overpowered both Levi and your senses. Even though you both had to wake up within the next-six-hours, It was the best damn sleep Levi had ever gotten.

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ushidoux · 4 years ago

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Inversion Therapy aka a rushed and self-indulgent piece I wrote because my back hurts and I want my back blown out mhmm (~1.2k words)

NSFW, female parts

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“What’s wrong?”

Despite the fact that Ushijima naturally had an imposing presence - it’s hard to not notice him in a crowd - his footsteps are unexpectedly quiet which meant you hadn’t exactly noticed that he had entered the room. Your back was turned as you curled up in bed in a partially relaxed fetal position and his direct question, delivered in his typical rumbling baritone, ended up startling you.

“T-toshi?” You turned slowly to face him, trying to ignore the mild diffuse pain in your lower spine, the same pain that had a tendency to flare up with your periods although it had not yet officially started.

He stood on the side of the bed, watching you like a hawk, a slight downturn of his lips forming as he noticed the slight upturn of your eyebrows in distress.

“What hurts?” He rephrased, his voice a little bit softer as he eased himself into the bed besides you, carefully caressing the side of your face.

“I.. my back, I think I pulled it or something yesterday? I’m not sure… ”

His hand shifted from your face to the small of your back beneath your nightshirt, rubbing softly.

“Here?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you appreciated his touch. “It feels… tight right there, like I need to stretch but I can’t seem to get it to feel normal again.”

“Hm.”

He shifted to his knees, pushing you ever so slowly onto your belly, adjusting the soft pillow for you to rest your face on. Despite his palms rough with calluses, he was careful to touch your skin gently, pressing softly from the midline outwards repeatedly.

“Does that feel better at all?”

You shook your head sadly no, and he frowned, kissing the small of your back, then straightening your legs.

“Relax a bit,” he murmured, kneading again at the same spots, just lateral to your spine, rubbing in soft circles to knead the muscles carefully. While his touch did help distract from the pain - he was so kind and diligent - something still felt wrong.

A silly thought came to mind.

Without moving or interrupting his movements, you called his name.

“Toshi?”

“Mm?” He murmured, his hands slowing and leaning over to kiss your neck.

“Do you think we can try-” you paused, knowing it sounded silly, but going for it anyway, “gravity?”

“Gravity?” he repeatedly, more question than statement.

You rolled over slowly, the sensation between throbbing and tightening in your back still ever-present. When you glanced up at him again, his eyebrows were raised, and it was funny enough how ridiculous what you were about to ask him to do would sound that you stifled a laugh.

His look of confusion only intensified more as you shifted up to a sitting position. You took his hand, rubbing his palm with your thumb, a silly smile on your face.

“Can you hang me upside down?”

“What?” The way his eyebrows furrowed, it looked like his worry about your health was starting to worsen. “Do you want to see a doctor? You’re not making any sense.”

His hand was already slipping out of yours to get up and presumably call a hospital before you reached out to hold onto his arm with a whine.

“Just trust me I think it’ll help, and you’re my big, strong baby, right?” You pressed, holding tightly onto his bicep. You knew exactly the words to appeal to him, and the fact that you were using the doe eyes he loved so very much only helped.

“Fine.”

In moments, you’d gone from lying across the bed, flat on your belly and receiving a nice, relaxing massage to hanging by the ankles by your unnecessarily strong and tall boyfriend, and as the blood slowly began to rush to your head and the pressure on your spine decreased, you’d started to wonder why you hadn’t suggested this earlier.

“Baby, is this safe?”

“It’s inversion therapy,” you called back, your voice straining a little bit, but still with delight.

It’d been about a minute since you’d started hanging, and you were too busy sighing in satisfaction to acknowledge that this required a significant amount of upper body strength to maintain. But thankfully, he wasn’t concerned so much about that part, he was plenty capable, but rather the fact that you had grown quieter as seconds passed and he was worried you would pass out.

For you though, it was really just bliss to feel relief.

What you didn’t realize was that the moment he watched your shirt fall to reveal your bare breasts and the wide and soft shorts you were wearing fell aside to give him more of a glimpse of one of his favorite parts of you, he’d started to feel something less like the bliss you were feeling and a lot more like an anxious hunger.

While your pain dissipated, the swell in his pants was starting to grow.

“Can I put you down?” He murmured suddenly, a mild discomfort in his voice.

He must have been getting hornier by the second because he found himself staring a little bit closer at the glimpse of your pussy lips he was getting from this view, and suddenly it wasn’t just a swell he was feeling down there, he was more than a little hard.

“If your arms are tired, it’s fine, baby, I don’t mind,” you replied back, none the wiser even though you were hoping he’d keep you like this just a little bit longer. His arms were rock steady, after all, so you weren’t exactly convinced he was tired.

How much longer could he stand, he wondered, watching the drop of your breasts like this without the ability to touch them?

He took a step back to which you let out a squeak of protest.

“I’m just taking a seat, I’m not putting you down,” he communicated.

You hummed assent, and he sat at the edge of the bed, keeping his shoulders level so that your head wasn’t at risk of touching the ground.

A full minute passed and Ushijima was starting to sweat, until he suddenly broke.

“I.. think I’m done.”

Before you could reply ‘okay’, he was lifting you, anchoring your knees over his broad shoulders and readjusting you so that the upper half of you was flush against his belly held tightly with one arm, your cunt directly in his face -

And you gasped, as he inhaled your scent, then pulled the fabric away from your slit as naturally as unwrapping a present before pressing his lips against your cunt.

The hot breath left a shudder down your spine, electrifying your senses and a soft curse left your throat followed by another quick gasp as he drew his tongue, wet and thick against your soft folds.

He paused.

“Is this okay? Does this hurt too much?”

Your head was spinning, but not because of the inversion at all, and now the blood was going back quite expeditiously from your cranium to your cunny.

“P-please continue.”

He did so with gusto, licking between folds, swishing against your clit and dipping into you while keeping your body flush against him. Between shudders, you found yourself reaching for his shirt, pulling up so that you could do something with your own mouth, but the waves of pleasure coursing through you with every stroke of the tongue was too much to allow you to concentrate.

“It… feels so good,” you moaned.

“You taste so good, my love,” he whispered back, again breathily, the air itself hitting your sensitive clit in wisps.

His hand clenched around the fat of an ass cheek as he devoured you and you came once, maybe twice, and all too quickly you forgot all about the back pain.

#ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #mae.writing #ushijima wakatoshi #not sfw #haikyuu smut #ushijima smut

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persimmonteas · 4 years ago

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take a good look

4 times you gaze at him + 1 time he gazes at you

fic cowritten with @shinaus, art by @annypuff <3. you can buy mel a coffee and anny a coffee. please support them! their work is banging and i love them 🥺

pairing: vampire!shinso x f!reader

word count: ~4.5k

genre: slice of life fantasy (a tinge of coffee shop!AU), fluff, mutual pining, smut

cw: dom!shinso, size kink, daddy kink (inspired by toshi anon), praise kink, some degradation (he says slut 3x), fingerfucking, nipple play, choking, hair pulling, mirror sex, mating press, hickies everywhere, a cunt slap, overstimulation

first time: the coffee shop incident

Of course your favorite coffee shop is swamped. This place is the only good thing about waking up close to dawn, with drinks always better than what your office has to offer and not to mention the pastries they make fresh.

Letting out a small groan, you decide to wait it out in the line and do your best to hurry with your breakfast before heading into work. Thankfully, you always leave yourself with enough time to actually sit and enjoy whatever you decide to buy that day, opting for it over greasy break rooms or stuffy smoking areas.

Once the warm mug is in hand, you make quick work to try and find your usual spot only to find it occupied. While you won’t act possessive over a public seat of all things, losing the chance to enjoy glancing out the window and munching down your croissant seems to screw with your brain.

You act without thinking, making a sharp turn to go sit somewhere else only for your knee to make contact with the underside of another table. Shit, you think to yourself, hearing the clatter of their cup. You helplessly watch liquid run down the table and into the person’s lap.

You expect them to flinch, dart up from the table or, hell, even yell at you for your carelessness. He doesn’t yell at you and you don’t expect to see the colour of the liquid running down the table onto the floor to be red. Blood red. Fuck. A vampire. Hopefully, one who doesn’t eat you for your stupidity.

Just as you feel your heart sinking down to your stomach, your eyes flick up to meet the man whose day you likely ruined. You don’t see a hint of anger on his attractive features. In his defence, it’s probably because he’s busy looking at the way you’re gawking at him.

His unkempt hair and the deep eye bags adorning his sculpted face somehow make him look all the more endearing. It even looks like he’s wearing the smallest hint of eyeliner. Or are his eyes just naturally like that? Hard to tell.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts (and staring session) by him breaking eye contact with you to clean himself up, before rising to his feet and doing the same to the table. It makes you come back down to Earth, and thereby remembering your clownery

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—” you start, but are met with a hand held up in front of your face. You furrow your brows in confusion, having assumed his lack of aggression would mean he’d be more understanding but nope.

“No issue,” he grumbles in response, giving his trousers one last wipe down before swiftly weaving through the others in the coffee shop, flipping his hoodie up and taking his leave. Now, you’re even more confused.

Sure, you spilled something over him and the table, but you would have bought him another one? Paid for his dry cleaning or something maybe? Yet, off he went, moving so quickly you couldn’t ever hope to catch up to him. Fucking vampires, man, you shake your head.

The confusion eventually fades but not completely. You help one of the baristas doing the last of the clean up before settling into the strange vampire’s seat and letting your mind wander as you eat your breakfast.

second time: gawking at the gym

It’s a common occurrence for you to make it to the gym right as the rush of 9-5s ends, the perfect time in your opinion. Nobody hogging any of the ellipticals, the water cooler always left unoccupied and nothing but time for you to get through your usual routine.

With this in mind, you can confidently say that nothing out of the ordinary ever happens at the gym. Well, could say.

Carefully bringing your leg around to meet the other on your way off of the exercise bike, you're momentarily distracted by the sound of a nearby treadmill whirring so much hard that it sounds as though it may break.

Lifting your towel and water bottle, you make your way over in curiosity. It almost seems as if whoever is on the treadmill moves even faster as you approach. Once you make it there, you’re met with the man who seems to be continuously haunting your surroundings.

Despite his unruly purple hair in a band and all-black gym attire, vamp man still seems out of place. The athletic wear is a complete change of pace, considering the hoodie and leather jacket he was wearing during your first encounter.

You rid yourself of any wandering thoughts about the man and focus on him being the reason that the treadmill is about to be on its last legs. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him; the sheer speed of his legs is mindblowing. And a little ridiculous looking if you’re honest with yourself.

The moment is short lived when he slows to a stop, probably thinking the same thing that you are about the poor machine not being able to last another mile. He looks like he’s barely broken a sweat. Fucking vampires, you repeat to yourself.

Just your luck, he notices your presence as he dabs the side of his not-even-sweating face with his towel. He begins to smirk at your eyes on him.

“Little rude to stare, isn’t it?” he wonders aloud, voice much deeper and more luxurious than what you remember. Getting caught fills you with deep embarrassment. You stutter out a quick apology before making your way over to another machine.

Even with your back facing away from any passing people as you continue your routine, you can practically feel his eyes boring into you.

A few minutes is all it takes for you to turn to check if your suspicions are correct. You’re met with his shameless stare. He’s not even making an attempt to hide his gaze either, leaning on one of the back walls as he watches you, large arms crossed over his broad chest somehow making the skin-tight shirt he’s wearing even tighter.

This is torture, you think to yourself as you give him a polite smile, only to hear him chuckling at your strained smile.

“What? So you can stare but I can’t?” he tries, fully getting your attention once more as you stop what you’re doing. Sighing and smacking your machine, you come off of your machine and make your way back over to him.

Your confidence about approaching decreases as you see the full height difference between you two. You’re a fair bit smaller than he is. He looms over you even with his back still leaning against the wall.

“If you’re trying to stalk me, you’re doing a bad job. It should be me, after all. I’m the predator,” he lightly mocks you.

You almost stomp your foot. “I am not stalking you!” you protest. “It isn’t my fault that you apparently go to the same coffee shop and gym as me.”

He levels you with a delighted look. Humans usually don’t take his teasing well but you seem so much fun.

Throwing an annoyed peace sign at him, you make your way out of the gym.

third time: literally just that scene in the first twilight movie without edward doing donuts in his car into the lot

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out at this time?” The low voice comes from your side, making every muscle in your body suddenly jolt. You just left your friends. Why do creeps seem to have a radar?

Even as you pick up your pace and ignore the question, it only seems to egg him on more. Right as he starts talking to you again, he’s swiftly cut off.

Feeling a small gust of wind at your back despite the calm night, you turn in confusion. Where did the creep go? Your question is answered when you watch him get slammed against the nearest storefront’s shutters. A much taller figure overshadows over him, hand around the creep’s throat.

Even in the darkness, you can see the purple hair, unruly as ever starting from the collar of his coat. You stride over and pull on Shinso’s coat sleeve in hopes of ceasing his threatening actions—no matter how much the creep deserves the vampire’s ire. After all, you don’t want Shinso to end up with a track record after, like, a century (you’re guessing) without one.

“Shinso,” you say, eyes pleading as you look up at him—unaware of how much he enjoys hearing you so naturally say his name. He meets your stare briefly then rolls his eyes and releases his hold, watching the man scramble away. The chuckle that leaves him at the scene makes you wonder if he’s a sadist.

Before you can wonder much more, he grips your hand tightly in his own as he leads you farther down the street. The clasp strangely comforting to you despite his freezing skin.

“You really need to stop being so irresponsible,” he tells you, tone almost mocking as he (somehow) takes every right path to your apartment building. There’s no point in questioning how he knows this. After all, for some reason, the world keeps leading you to him in an array of coincidences that are starting to feel less and less coincidental.

When you let out a scoff, his hand seems to tighten further and you reflexively try to yank your hand away. He just stops in his tracks and turns to face you. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t question, especially since he speaks up before you do.

“Don’t make me have to watch your every move to keep you out of trouble, I’d like to have a social life too, you know,” he grumbles, before turning to walk away. It leaves you a little dumbfounded to say the least, since you’re not exactly stopping him from having a life. Y’know, with, how totally unplanned these encounters are and all.

fourth time: the confrontation

Apparently, not one thing can be your own anymore. Not that you’re complaining, of course, but the sheer number of coincidences between you and Shinso is extraordinary and only seems to escalate. You keep running into him even in places so busy that you think there’s no chance of running into anybody you know.

Now that Autumn is in full swing, the nights are colder and the leaves are dappled in brown and red shades. The perfect time to start going on walks through some of the bustling parks you live near.

You love the scenery, especially the large lake that lies in the middle of your favorite park. As dusk rolls around, you take the chance to get a walk in to enjoy the now barely visible sunlight and to ponder a certain vampire.

Not even one lap into walking around the lake, you catch sight of the colour that’s been plaguing your thoughts in your peripheral.

The deep indigo colour is hard to miss, especially when it’s on the head of the vampire you keep running into. Though this time feels a little different since you finally catch him when he’s unaware of you.

Sitting on one of the benches facing the water, he’s wearing his typical hoodie and leather jacket and is holding what looks to be a book. What kind of book a vampire reads is beyond your imagination.

All you know is that you finally have the opportunity to take the upper hand. Every time you see Shinso, he worms his way out of your questions. Or he leaves in an ominous distinctly vampire fashion.

There’s no reason for him to be everywhere you go, unless ... You want to confirm your hypothesis.

The plan is simple. You’ll act like you're still out on your casual walk and you’ll walk up to the bench and sit down in a non-suspicious way. You nod to yourself. Perfect, flawless plan.

It shockingly works … his book must be really good. You get all the way up to the bench without him acknowledging you. Since he’s only taking up one side, you don’t wait for verbal permission to sit down alongside him.

He still makes no indication that he notices you. His eyes never leave the book he has in his hands. You fixate your eyes on the silver ring on his index finger as he flicks through the pages.

You lean in close and try to keep your smugness about finally startling him from bleeding into your voice when you speak.

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re conveniently everywhere I go on purpose.”

For the first time ever, he’s the one caught off guard. Shinso flinches away from you and brings his eyes to meet yours. Without his signature smirk or witty comments, he simply gets up to take his leave.

Well. This certainly isn’t going the way you want.

After your many encounters, you can pick up on his overall mood through his reactions to you. Though, he’s never reacted like this. At least not since the incident at the coffee shop.

The dismissal ignites irritation in you. Why is up to him whether or not you interacted? Taking the opportunity while you still have it, you follow him.

It isn’t until he passes a large tree just off of the main path that you completely catch up to him. You realize he’ll easily slip away if you don’t move quickly. So you do, hand coming up to hit the tree trunk and essentially blocking his way.

His eyes widen at you. However, he makes no attempt at escaping.

“Why do we keep running into each other?” you ask with exasperation, eyes still on him as he moves to lean against the tree. You don’t move your hand, using it to grasp some control of the situation.

“You’re everywhere I go, it doesn’t matter where or when. You’re always there.” The rant is far from needed for him, he knows this already. But, you keep going.

“What is this? Were we lovers in a past life or something? Do you have some unresolved feelings?” The way you’re rambling makes you impossibly endearing to him. His classic chuckle slipping out stops you in your tracks.

“Nothing of the sort,” he curtly replies. You cross your arms over your chest at his usual demeanor returning. “No such thing as reincarnated soulmates, at least with what I’ve experienced in my lifetime. Though, the feelings department…” As he continues, he leans closer to you. So much so you can almost feel his breath on your face and smell his warm, spicy cologne.

“Is there a problem if I do have feelings for you?”

You blink at him. What? You don’t think you’ve ever been so caught off guard.. Feelings? Is that what this has all been about?

Every previous encounter begins to run through your head and you start picking out small things that back up his statement. The lingering stares, teasing words, protective nature. You groan and drag your hands down your face. Man, you didn’t pick up on any of his hints. He must think you’re an idiot.

Before you can give him an answer, he pushes off the tree, standing over you at full height. Assuming he’s about to attempt to leave once more, you’re surprised to see him turning back in the direction of the bench. When you make no effort to move, he reaches out and pulls you by your coat until his hand is in yours.

“I’ll take that as not a problem.” A smirk still on his face due to you indirectly feeding his ego.

Although, now walking beside him, you don’t miss the way his free hand reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. A gesture you recognise as one of his nervous tics. Did you do that to him? You grin at the idea that you make the great vampire feel that way.

“There’s a scooter rental place down by this side of the lake.” His voice brings you out of your thoughts, realising he’s been trying to hold eye contact with you. “I’ll make a deal with you, if you let me take you out on a ride around the lake, I’ll answer any questions you have, deal?”

The way he’s practically bargaining with you makes you want to laugh, but you keep your face neutral as you agree to his offer. Who turns down taking a romantic scooter ride with a hot vampire? Nobody.

Of course, he takes any opportunity to tease you, so he rents a smaller scooter so you have to cling onto him.

You don’t complain though. How can you as you enjoy feeling his back muscles flex? Not to mention, he keeps his promise and answers any and every question you have about himself or his past. And, wow, he has an interesting and long past.

As the sky turns dark and drips stars, you’re left with a feeling rising in your chest that you certainly don’t reject and with the hope of meeting him again—on purpose, this time. A planned event seems likely as you clutch the torn-out blank page of his book with his phone number scribbled across it in your fist.

one time: he gazes at you

“Hitoshi. You already have better night vision than me. This is so extra!” you protest, stumbling through the dark apartment as your vampiric boyfriend maneuvers you to ... his room, you think.

Hitoshi just rubs soothing circles on your back and you just know the fucker is smirking. You hear the light click on.

“You can take the blindfold off.”

Tugging the blindfold off, you stare at the new object Hitoshi bought for his room.

“Baby, this is a mirror.”

He nods while leaning against his bed, looking infuriatingly pretty per usual.

“You can’t even see yourself in a mirror. Why?” You arch an eyebrow in Hitoshi’s direction, trying to explain your absolute bafflement at his purchase.

“In case you’re here and want to check yourself out.”

You see nothing but innocence plastered on his facial expression but did you trust it? No.

A mindblowing second later, he stands in front of you, caressing your face with calloused, cold hands. A nice contrast to the sweltering temperature in his room he set for you. Hitoshi leans in to kiss you, gentle but firm. Your hands go up to fist his shirt as he intensifies the kiss.

He slides his hands down your cheek to stroke your lip and then slowly skims down your body.

“It would be a great idea to take this off,” he whispers, playing with the hem of your shirt.

You eagerly nod as he strips you out of your shirt and pants. Awareness of his plans finally clicks when he turns you to face the mirror.

The remark on the tip of your tongue dies when Hitoshi rolls your nipples through the thin lace of your bra. You arch into his touch as he gently pinches and pulls them. God, your panties are already drenched and nipples hard.

“Fuck,” you moan as Hitoshi slides your panties to the side. Letting you lean against his corded chest, he hitches one of your legs off the floor.

“Go on, spread yourself open. Let me see how wet your slutty cunt is,” he murmurs into your ear.

You hard swallow as you spread your glistening lips open for him, strands of your arousal clinging to your fingers when you pull them away. Hitoshi digs his hand into your thigh.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He sounds amused as he uses his other hand to pull your hair by the roots.

“No, no, daddy, I’m sorry,” you apologize and move your hand back to where it belongs.

“Good girl, look at yourself. Wrecked without even being fucked.” You stare at yourself in the mirror with a half-lidded gaze. He’s right. With your heaving chest and puffy, soaked pussy, you look like you’ve been railed. But instead, you continue to spread open your aching pussy for your fully clothed boyfriend.

“Daddy, daddy, please touch me,” you plead as you grind against his hard bulge, desperate for any kind of friction.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” If you were any more lucid, you’d have smacked Hitoshi for his lilting tease.

“Aren’t I always a good girl,” you whine, hands clambering at his thighs.

He chuckles at that, kissing your head before somehow gracefully crumpling to the ground with you in his lap. In a blink, he has you spread out in his lap as he plays with your clit. He slides a thick finger inside your tiny cunny as he grazes your shoulder with his canines.

“Look at you,” he coos. “You look so good like this, my darling little slut.”

You don’t even have a retort, too enraptured by the sight of Hitoshi fingerfucking your sopping cunt with his invisible hand. The way your cunt opens for him and gapes in the mirror spellbinding for both of you.

You moan as your hips jerk up. There’s not much more he loves than how your lips part and your legs shake at how he strokes his finger inside of you.

“More,” you beg. How can he resist your dazed expression?

“Such a needy baby,” he tsks as he scissors you open with another finger.

Another strum of your clit and pinch of your nipple and you’re gone, eyes squeezing shut. Your juices surely ruining his pants as you writhe in his lap.

He cradles your cheek and then grips your chin to turn you back to the mirror.

“Look at yourself, pretty girl. Such a fucked out mess.”

You gaze at the bruises blooming over your shoulders and down your neck and shudder, pleased. The aftershocks of your orgasm leave you warm as you languidly suck your juices off Hitoshi’s fingers.

“Toshi!” you squeal as he gently deposits you on his bed and pulls his clothes off. The bed is purely decorative and for you considering he doesn’t sleep. Although, even with a bed, you guys still fuck over every surface in his apartment.

Your sensitivity protests fall to deaf ears as he bends your knees to your chest. This time, Hitoshi is the one to spread you open. He slaps your cunt and you claw at the sheets. Pumping two fingers slowly in and out of you, he uses his other hand to roughly pull down your bra.

His chapped lips wrapping around your nipple and cold fingers groping your other breast feel overwhelming. Hitoshi cages you in, sucking wet kisses over your tits, leaving you no room to evade his overstimulation as you squirm to get away from his fingers fucking up into you.

Your sore nipples and cunt get a moment of reprieve as he moves down to concentrate on marking bites all over your plush thighs. Instantly, you miss being full.

When he passes your empty, clenching cunt for the third time to suck bruises on your inner thighs, you burst.

“Daddy, please, please, fuck me!”

Hitoshi trails kisses up your heated skin to your throat, laving over the hickies he left.

“Beautiful,” he croons as he finally positions his tip against your hole and pushes in. The praise and stretch make you whine. He stills as your tiny cunt clenches around him. Your warm, drenched walls wrapping around his cock makes him toss his head back in pleasure.

“My patient good girl,” he groans, pulling at your nipples.

“Fuck—more, daddy, more,” you curse as you squirm, your hips rocking up to meet his shallow thrusts. He doesn’t reply and grazes his fangs over your pulse point as he holds your hips down.

Your breath hitches—and he abruptly pulls back.

“Did my baby think I was going to bite her?” Hitoshi gives you a lazy smirk as he keeps his vexingly slow pace, watching his cock drag in and out of your creaming cunt.

His large hand wrapping around your neck makes you squeak and suddenly tighten around him. Your favorite necklace. Knowing he’s using an insignificant fraction of his strength to please you makes your eyes roll back as your breath stutters.

“That’s it, cum for me, pretty girl.” Hitoshi starts a punishing pace as he strokes your clit with his free hand. His dark eyes never leave his hand wrapped around your throat, your ravishing lightheaded face and your bouncing tits. Hitoshi’s furrowed expression as he drags his tongue over his canines in concentration makes you whimper.

You buck against him, gushing around him and crying out his name.

The way you cum so prettily for him has Hitoshi hissing your name in your ear as he thrusts deep into your spasming cunt, chasing his own release. Intertwining his hands with yours, he presses you into the mattress to pin you down. Before long, his orgasm washes over him.

You gaze contentedly at Hitoshi as he pulls out, feeling empty already—and then you realize.

“Hitoshi! I swear to god if I look like a grape again,” you threaten as you try to stand up to head to the bathroom.

You don’t even take a step before he whisks you into his bathroom, laughing at you and kissing your forehead.

Well. You suppose looking like a grape isn’t that bad.

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