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wroteclassicaly · 3 years ago

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May I Taste Your Sin

(Michael Langdon x Female Reader)

Pairings : Michael Langdon x Female Reader

Warnings : Language, smut, blood, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blood play, & period sex.

A/N : This fic has been a loooong time coming! I’m sorry it’s taken me this long, but now that I have inspo I wanted get this out for y’all! The warnings are obviously self-explanatory, so skip this if you don’t like the contents it’s gonna contain! Michael Langdon eats human hearts, and he’s a demon, before anyone starts to fuss over this, lol. I’m sure menstrual cycles with his partner would be a dessert to him!

Enjoy! This one is pretty intense, so I’m nervous about it! I also have more installments with different characters coming in the next few days! :)

Check out where I first posted the teaser for this fic, and check out these period sex headcanons I wrote for Michael!

~*~

He keeps staring at you. You try to move about, do your tasks, even attempt conversation with people you’d tried so hard to avoid these past several years. Your abilities to function like the human being that you are, seemingly vanish whenever the tall honey blond is within your exhausted proximities. You aren’t sure if you’d like to let out the loudest echoing scream and see where it ends up in this place, or let your wildest carnal urges guide your hormones into a literal sticky situation. Or, at the very least, let yourself fantasize about seducing him in your own self-created version of reality.

You’ll have to settle on the latter, unfortunately. Pocketing the cream colored dish rag, you place the last row of finely printed novels on the book shelve. Your fingertips linger, attempting to find a portal through their leather cover tops. Your tongue slicks your parched lips, neck stretching to crack out the tension. You aren’t trying to do anything but stealing some relaxation, when a largely hot hand is pressing a knot-out in a knead on your shoulder - clasping, settling a risky purchase.

You don’t have to make an educated guess to know whose hand that belongs to. He practically spews out his control and ownership of this place every chance that he gets. Biting down a venomous sigh, you coerce yourself into a turn around - gathering an eyeful of Langdon’s fancy black vest. That’s not good enough for the King, apparently, as he fits his pointer finger underneath your chin in a tuck, thumb pressing against your jaw to tilt your gaze to his own.

“Did you forget your manners, Miss Y/L/N?”

The way his shining eyes are sizing your attention, captivating your unwillingness to comply to how Langdon makes you feel - it can’t be humanly possible, can it? There’s that possessive ache that begs you to launch ownership over him and his entire body. Why is everything so widely dramatic whenever he’s around? Is he just full of himself or is it something way more than you’re aware? A crackling parch winds its pathway around your throat, sealing your breath in.

Nothing comes from between your lips. You’re frozen solid, legs a weightless press. Each touch this... man brings upon your body is like a bass thump - pumping you towards his secretive rhythm. All you can do is sway with the beat. Langdon smirks coyly, his other hand resting behind his back in an idle grace.

Neither of you dare utter a word. However, Langdon is seemingly content in making you squirm and you try to focus on everything but his perfectly crafted jawline, and how eagerly you’d suck on it if asked. You swear you can hear your heartbeat galloping off, so strong that it can tear your heart right out of your chest along with it. His colorful eyes glance over you in a brief stamping sweep, lingering at your sore breasts and your waistline.

What is he even doing...?

“Excuse me, but Ms. Venable did not authorize any private conferences with the help.” A cold and steel - grasped voice chills your bones down, dusting your cheeks with a reddening humiliation.

You haven’t even so much as spoken to Langdon, yet it feels like you two have been clawing and scratching at each other all over this fucking outpost, riding one another until you can’t fathom walking upright. You still can’t speak, but Langdon takes care of that for you.

“Interesting, and did Ms. Venable give you permission to waltz in here when you weren’t requested or required, just to give a meaningless order?” Langdon is mildly amused in his question, his hand still paused on your chin, thumb now swiping in a tickling drop with his fingertip - along your jaw.

Ms. Mead looks comical in her brief attempt at forming a snappy comeback, only to go silent in defeat. You take this tension as your escape line - quickly edging from the sacred confines Langdon has built for you two, and you all but run out the door. You’re clutching your shirt collar, punching a two pounce path up the staircase and to the help’s quarters.

Chores now, panic later.

~*~

Five minutes. Five fucking minutes in this place that you’ve served without question, complaint, for nearly two years - is all you want. But as the heavy handed rasps of Mead’s knuckle bones beat on your bathroom door, you know that is a simple pipe dream. Her low voice is harsh with you, making your headache unfold into a full blown migraine. You shift uncomfortably, knees knocking together, thighs sore against the cool porcelain seat below you.

Langdon must’ve massively pissed her off... Good.

Your palms collect purchase to your cradle your face, your eyes glistening with tears, throat burning with frustration. It hurts too much to stand upright this time. Normally women would lose this in stressful situations. Add the apocalypse and barely eating, you’d peg it normal to receive nothing. However, your predicament is much worse, fucking you over once more.

Your body welcomes Mother Nature each month. Unpredictable, yet there. Heavy, excruciating. You could list on and on reasons that don’t amount to much. You’re stuck with a part of you that won’t ever come to fruition.

Not in your former life, especially not in this one. Another reminder that carries an award winning irony. Sighing, you peer down at the red dish rag you were given. Literally on the rag, what a joyous harmony. The elites of course, are given the tampons and pads.

You have to use scraps of fabric you’re forced to wash in the bathtub if you move too fast or sneeze. And on your heavy days when you haven’t the time to stop your duties to wash and air out the towels, things are much harder. At least before the apocalypse you had chocolate, feminine products, a warm shower to take your time in, movies to curl up with, and a place of your own to cry where no one could hear you. You sniffle, hormones locking down your heart.

Most recently the outpost had welcomed the cooperative leader Langdon. He had interviewed everyone but you, uninterested, only flustering you a few times. Him being here just makes your period a more unwelcome storm. This morning as you were passing him on the landing of the staircase, delivering the bath towels to elite rooms, he stared at you. Right into you, nostrils flaring, tongue rolling out to slick his plump lips, blue eyes darkening.

Then there was this afternoon. How could I forget...?

The encounters were over quicker than they took place. Still, his acknowledgment of you didn’t bring your interview, nor did it promise your application for the sanctuary he preaches about. Forcing your tears to bank, you stand with your dress skirt and apron held up, staring at the stained rag in your panties. You turn and flush the toilet, eating back around to the shock of your fucking life. There, just feet in the from the doorway, is Langdon in all his glory.

It makes you swallow harshly, stomach drawing off the butterflies that have grown claws. You feel winded. His ring covered fingers bring an object to your sights. A thinly wrapped stick. You don’t answer, you don’t move, you don’t protest him approaching until he’s directly in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You try, a mere whisper betraying your bravery.

“Helping you,” He answers simply, a heated slide crossing his mouth. You can practically taste him, damn near swaying forward.

You start to snap back into your senses, ready to cover your remembered modesty back up. He grasps your wrist, a hungry look soft in his features. “Will you let me?”

You’re shaking, body on fire at him touching you, you try to keep your legs from clenching, that want. You know what will occur if you let yourself. He is gentle with you, admiration clear. Why? You don’t understand this.

“You’re bleeding, I know.”

Jaw unhinged, you stand upright, his fingers still ghosting your skin. An unlucky movement on your part, the warmth spills from you and you look down between your thighs in horror at the red lines running down your legs, pattering against the floor. Langdon is breathing heavily, practically panting, stunning you once more. His other hand grips your cheek, thumb swiping your lip, eyes not breaking contact from yours.

“Do you know how good your cunt smells? Every pathetic person in this outpost is starving and you have the best meal between your fucking legs.”

When your silence stretches on, Michael nudges forward, careful with you. “May I feast?”

It’s all too much to handle. Having him talk to you, you speaking to him. And now this? How? You begin to grow dizzy, hands trembling as you try to pull your clothing back up. Langdon’s hands grip your wrists.

“Please don’t do that.”

You want to stun him incredulously, backhand him. None of that is happening, not even the urge. Instead, your want for him is magnifying beyond any feigned ignorance. Your tongue slides out across your lips, teeth biting down on your bottom lip in a brisk chew. Langdon hooks his middle finger between your teeth, releasing your lip and combing the blood across in a coppery gloss.

Your chest is startled, rising and falling in quivering quakes, ears hearing a static rush. Everything inside of you is alive and crying out in need to be sated. Langdon grips you around the waist, lowering his forehead to rest atop your own, his middle finger - still doused in your blood - slithers past his own lips, which close in a sticky suckle. A vibrating moan pummels his throat, causing a constricting swallow that showcases his Adam’s apple.

If I could only just lick that...

Langdon is sly and devilishly cunning to a fault - fast in his next movements. He presses a designer boot down over your skirts, successfully preventing them from being made up. “Leave them here for someone else.”

“I... I can’t. This is too much, Langdon —“ He chuckles at the formality.

“Since I can see your womanhood running from between your legs, I suppose it’s only fair that we skip some formalities, don’t you agree, Y/N?” Your eyes are probably wider than necessary - a cartoon like sight. He’s used your full name in an authoritative command, leaving no room for question. “And you may call me Michael.”

It’s all a little more frantic from this point. He gives the slightest of information, and you see your skirts and panties gliding across the floor in a winded push. Michael brings that wrapped item back into your eye-line. “We won’t be needing this for a while.”

“I didn’t say yes.” You try, swallowing a weak, whimpering stifle.

“But you didn’t say no, did you?” That shit eating grin. He has you and he is all too aware - elated to the brimming brimstone of hellfire you’re about to bestow upon yourself.

Your insides melt into the trenches of red hot, raw ravishment. Michael drops his left arm down, hand palming his hardening cock through black slacks, eyes encouraging you in a chained bind. “Let’s go and make a mess in my room.”

Now or never. No more of this, back to reality, maybe some place better. You’re spinning in a foiling encasement, precipice wide and open - hungry to pull you under. And you dive in, you let it all go. Michael looks satisfied, sharing something with himself that you don’t know... yet.

Taking Michael Langdon’s hand, you’re led into the unknown.

~*~

Langdon leads you down his own separate corridor, your free hand scolded for trying to hold yourself over your uniform.

“I want you to make a mess.” Michael says.

You hope that you’re not the one who will be paying the cost for your own said mess, or cleaning it up. If it’s up to Venable - you’ll be licking it, all the way to her high heeled boots.

Once inside the confines of Michael Langdon’s bedroom, you take the time to look around, enjoying the perks this situation is bringing. The room isn’t any different than what the purple elites get here, it is bordering on a more... lived in feel, which is ironic when you consider that Langdon hasn’t been here like everyone else has for the past three years.

Guess he’s just more comfortable? He does look like an English vampire half the time..

On that note, a particularly harsh cramp antagonizes your uterus, causing you to clench your abdomen, choking out a acidic slice. “Fucking demonic cramps.”

Michael - now clad in his all black ensemble, minus the overcoat - chortles, knotting his fingers together behind his back and strolls forward, wetting his lips as the firelight crackles a sparking soundtrack. “It’s ironic how you refer to it as “demonic”, when Satan really has nothing to do with this. I mean, it’s not on him that humanity failed their pitiful guidelines for sobering temptation. Wasn’t it your lord and savior that bestowed this curse upon you?” He finishes, giving a head tilt to your unhinged stun.

“Are you religious?” Is all you can come up with.

Michael sneers, looking slightly offended. It fades seconds later. “Depends on your definition of religious, and then there is what one believes in. But I guess you can say that I’m devoted to... a certain cause.”

“Were you this mysterious before the apocalypse, or is that why the cooperative gave you the job?” You try, a discomfort crackling at your inner thighs.

They’re probably smeared... And not just with blood.

“I bet you’re uncomfortable.” Michael teases, snapping his fingers at the fireplace. Did your eyes betray you, or did the flames flicker?

You want to give a snappy comeback, but it feels unwise. You nod like the sap that you are, nails biting your palms. Your heartbeat has begun to accelerate, a visible sight beneath your apron. Langdon guides himself to step in front of you, leather shoes drumming across the floor beneath. Every sound in this forsaken room is flowing through your eardrums - Michael’s scent on the tip of your tongue.

You need him. More than your body has to have the air that filters underneath this mausoleum. You’re so unsteady, eyes brimming with the smoking arousal, blocking common sense. Michael catches you as you collide with his chest, wrapping your fists into his vest. His blue irises are disappearing to a canyon of night sky - lavish black so sinful that it steals the breath from your lungs.

Drizzling off your tongue is a hesitation. “Won’t we get into trouble...? Venable -“ Those rough fingertips hold a softness that hushes your lips, denting.

“Can watch me with my face buried into your cunt. The humiliation will arouse her.” Michael answers in his own finish.

You aren’t sure why, but that grates your mouth into a sneaky grin, shared with Michael’s, sensing that slapping throb at his phrases. He pinches your chin, nuzzling your head to the side, his lips sloping a map across your neck. His towering physique backs you by knocking his knees into your thighs, delivering you to the edge of his bed. You drop like wild weights, looking towards the ceiling, trying to take a deep inhalation. Langdon crouches, pants rustling as they tighten around his temptingly thick thighs.

He tuts in a scold, chiding you furthermore. “You will watch what I’m getting ready to do to you! Is that clear, Y/N?”

You don’t answer fast enough, Michael’s hand wrapping around your throat, eyes burning hellfire through you - dusting your bones to ash. Your throat is wet with the clingy, unshed tears. Fuck, you have to be filled up until you’re hollowed out. Michael is languid in grace, hand toppling into your lap, joining his other.

“Take down your hair, Y/N.”

Like a puppet, you obey your new owner. Unwrapping the pointed bun, you shake your locks free, sighing in an eased tickle.

“What a good and obedient girl that you are. Those who obey, shall reap the riches.”

“Why are you doing this?” An ignorant question on your part.

“Because,” As if it’s the most simple answer in this broken world, Michael let’s his hands start to unbutton his vest, carelessly sending it, his attention not wavering off you in the slightest. “I’m hungry.”

A literal moan comes from you, making Langdon hiss through his through his milky white teeth. He resumes his former position, hovering.

“Spread.” Michael says, a quaint wonder adorning him, his palms sliding up and down your legs to feel you part them. The blood is mixing some fucked out potion with your creamy arousal for him, and he knows it, has it right into your tremble from the exposure.

Your skin is steaming in scrapes, responding so vulgarly to Michael, that he is hooking his wrists under your knees, bouncing the flesh into his awaiting hands, and claiming. He hoists your legs over his shoulders to arch you to his idea of perfection. You should be protesting, in a shambled shyness. That is gone, no place here. Michael let’s his nose rest in the crease of your thigh, crudely sniffing like some beast.

His sopping tongue finds a striking stroke along your ruby red, damp thigh.

Closer... He’s getting closer...

When you can’t feel that warm and snide air he possesses, you lock to load a question. Michael is shedding himself of his remaining clothing in a cocky crawl. His hair curtains his face as he sees you seek out his cock - thick and heavy, weighted and wet with pre-cum.

“Finish taking off your clothing.” You’ve never done something so fast in your years alive.

You have to admit, being so vulnerable like this - naked and bleeding, it has you buzzing.

Michael outstretches a veined forearm, the back of his rings swirling in desiring dances across your breasts. “Do these hurt?”

Your lashes are slicked in perspiring tears, the tired soreness harassing your chest. He has his truth. His trim form bows to you once more, placing your legs back where they belong. He knuckles a pressing push into your abdomen. “Bear down.”

It isn’t an accident this time, it’s not a discreet secrecy. Michael wants you this way. All of you. Finding a confidence, you give yourself a high and sink your fingers into his hair, toes tickling his shoulder blades in a forwarding nudge, doubling down on your muscles. That warmth spills out of you and Langdon takes you, tongue parting your swollen folds. He regulates his tongue in wet paints, licking and sucking everything you give him.

“Please—“ You’re already begging. It’s so fucking intense and intimate that you can’t formulate your own damned name.

“Are you really going to ask, or would you just like to feel good?” Michael vibrates, his mouth visible and shining crimson as he seeks you out between your slippery thighs.

It’s outright feral. His irises are coal black, blue lost in some combing canyon that’s crumbled around sin. His digits prod at your sensitive opening, being accepted moments later. His lips close over your clit, tongue slithering back and forth to assist his beckoning fingers. He gathers more from you - his purpose.

That quenched fold starts to seize you early on, your pattering breaths signaling the orgasm that is about to tear the screams from your fucking diaphragm. Michael’s hand smacks and rolls your swollen breast - permission granted. That’s all it takes and you’re falling back onto the mattress, back arching in a lined drag, pussy flattening against his mouth. He jerks you impossibly closer, your vision whiting out into dark spots. You tangle your fingers further into his luscious strands, holding, pulling.

In the midst of close recovery, Michael is plowing you with a short lived let down, his mouth leaving your pussy. You can’t complain, no time available, as his hips slot in a frazzled fit between your legs. His pelvis is tense, sheathed in sweat. His chest smashes your breasts, his hand reaching down to guide his cock inside you. You can’t speak, but cling tightly to his back. He growls a sound that you’ll never forget, the fire bursting behind him, flames licking the rocked cove that houses them.

His mouth is covered in your essence, your cunt bathing his dick with each violent thrust. It’s pouring in drenches, salty perspiration, pooling blood - both of you losing yourselves in the mess. Michael props himself up, digging into a dipping slam, meeting your mouth in an ending kiss. His hair tickles your shoulders, nose nudges your now blood caked mouth, and he gives the warning.

“Spill your fucking curse all over me!” And you come undone, glued to him in puzzled entrapment.

Your thighs are wrecked, his bedsheets useless, and then there’s Michael, who forces you to look at him and really see him. There’s only black in his eyes. You sputter a disbelief, bracing. His mouth parts, tongue flicks across to gather more, leveling off into his jagged movements. He swells inside your cunt, dousing your walls in his warm cum.

He doesn’t leave you, not even when it’s over. He simply takes you with him. You aren’t sure where you get the courage to speak - body shaking and shivering.

“What... Michael, who are you?”

He cups a hand over your cunt, rolling onto his side, keeping you held to him. He lightly blows away a pesky lock of your hair, then maneuvers another behind your ear.

“I’m the man who’s going to save your wretched existence.”

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Dylan O’Brien- Comic Con Interview

The cast of Teen Wolf and I are doing an interview. I'm currently stood between my boyfriend Dylan and best friend Holland

"Hi everyone I'm Tim Stack from Entertainment Weekly and I'm here with the cast of Teen Wolf, who brought the gun show today" he says looking at us referring to how we all have our arms on show, showing off either our muscles or just toned arms

"Thank you! YN, Shelly and I work out" Holland pats me on the shoulder

"Ladies you look wonderful"

"Thanks" Shelley, Holland and I say all at the same time also while smiling

"You woman look gorgeous, your really do"

"I didn't get the memo for trouser legs though" I say looking at Holland and Shelley. Shelley is wearing a 2 piece trouser, crop top combo while Holland is wearing a jumpsuit. I'm in a 2 piece long high waisted skirt and crop top

"A what sorry?"

"Oh like long pants"

"Ah I see. Your British aren't you YN?" Tim says pointing to me

"Yeah I am"

"You nearly wore a jumpsuit though today" Dylan says putting an arm around my waist

"Yeah Dylan actually choose what I'm wearing today" I giggle a little

"Amazing!" Tim smiles "now you guys have been to comic con before, so this is like..."

"No" Cody says shaking his head "this is my first time"

"It's your first time? oh my god what do you think?" Tim asks

"Uh it's overwhelming, yeah I'm wide eyed and taking it all in"

"YN you've been to comic con since the beginning with Holland, Tyler and Dylan. How is it for you guys? you know you've been here day one of Teen Wolf, how do you guys all feel coming to comic con?"

"Oh we love it. We're literally a family here so coming to comic con is kinda like a holiday for us, which I guess might be weird for people to hear because we do interviews, but the best way I can explain it is that we're on holiday, talking to the locals about something we're passionate about" I reply

"You guys are really passionate about Teen Wolf aren't you?" we all either say yes or nod our heads in reply "I don't think I've met a group of cast members so I'm proud and in love with their work. You all seem to just enjoy your job"

"For sure" Dylan says. I turn to look at him as he talks "like YN said we are a family so for us work doesn't feel like work and we're so grateful for this. You know we turn up on set and just have a laugh" I smile at Dylan then look back at Tim

"Yeah. I think coming here is my favourite thing to do as a group other than actually working and just generally hanging out" Tyler says

"The day we started filming for season 5A they've all been taking about comic con so I'm just super excited to be here" Cody says from standing behind me.

"Ok so I was thinking about this when I was watching the premiere. The town of Teen Wolf is so, wet. There's lots of rain"

"It's like being home in England" I laugh

"Are you like 'uh I have to be wet again' are you getting tired of this?" I try to hold back a laugh at how dirty this sounds "YN are you thinking about how you came over here to escape the rain?"

"Our rain tower is really good it's not that cold" Shelley answers while I still try to hold back a laugh "it's actually refreshing"

"You guys are seiners this year and I got a little misty when you err signed the book shelves"

"For AA battery" Holland jokes making me laugh

"Was that emotional for you guys?"

"Oh yeah it was super emotional for us" Tyler answers

"Yeah it's always hard when a cast member moves on especially if their character dies because you know they aren't coming back"

"Well YN this is Teen Wolf" Dylan laughs

"That's true who knows what's going to happened for next season"

"To be fair that scene took us like 8 hours to film" Shelley tells Tim

"Oh yeah. I kept trying to write let's go mets"

"Oh god you did" I groan "he's always trying to write mets or let's go mets somewhere"

"So your mets not yankys?"

"Yeah. I drive YN crazy when the baseball is on"

"He drags me to there games, but it's only fair because I drag him to Rupauls drag race" I laugh.

“So we all know that YN and Dylan, you’ve been dating now for a few years and in those few years your characters have been dating other people. How does that all work?”

“We both know that this is our job and we respect one another” Dylan replies

“Yeah at the end of the day it’s like kissing your best friend so half the time you just spend awkwardly laughing or in an awkward position. Like Tyler and I” I point to Tyler “we had to do a one night stand scene and it was so weird”

“Will YCN (your character name) have a love interest this season? we know she’s struggled with falling for the bad boys, she’s always been a little bit flirty with all of the boys and we’ve already seen her give the eyes to Theo so what’s the deal with YCN what’s going on”

“YCN has always been… what’s the word… she falls for people quickly whether they are good or not. She definitely ends up falling for more of the bad boys. Like we saw her have a internal battle with herself when Stiles was void. He obviously had a soft spot for her and she relished in that, but yeah as the season goes on we finally learn why she’s like that and maybe she does get a happily ever after or maybe she she’s just destined to fail in relationships and say single. We will have to wait and find out” we carry on answering questions until it’s time to move on to our next interview. Dylan holds my hand as we’re escorted by security to our next spot.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #stiles stilinski #teen wolf cast #teen wolf comic con #teen wolf actress

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1honeymilkwrites1 · 3 years ago

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In Memory The Spider Lily Blooms

Rengoku x Reader fluff/angst

Warnings: Light sexual themes

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It’s been awhile since you were this happy. This peaceful. You couldn’t be more content as you were now sat in a large field full of beautiful pink and yellow flowers. Beyond the clearing was a vast river that gleamed in the brightness of the sun. Plush green trees surround the area but too far off to offer shade where you were. Birds were chirping as they flock above you seemingly singing in glee of the lovely couple who sat shoulder to shoulder with each other. There you sat with your beloved Kyojuro.

Far too long it’s been since you two enjoyed each other’s company. Shared a private moment from prying eyes. Being with him, this close, made your heart skip a beat. His eyes gazing at you while his signature smile widens clearly noticing the warm blush on your cheeks. He leans over and rubs your cheek with his hand.

“What are you thinking about, Y/n?”

You snap from your trance and smile back at him.

“I’m...just happy to be with you here right now. You have no idea how much I longed to be near you in this moment.”

You relished this moment. It may have been selfish, especially to those who depended on you but right in this moment you didn’t care. You were with him. That’s all that mattered. Kyojuro was all that mattered right now. As you turn to look up at him he comes in closer at you. You brace yourself for his kiss. You knew it wasn’t right, but you puckered your lips anyway. You melted in his sweet kiss, buried in the memories of past intimate moments you two shared. You jumped looking back as you heard your name being called. Kyojuro quickly cupped your cheek turning your attention back to him.

“lets stay like this...forever.”

His eyes shown with such passion that you dared not look away. You smiled at him taking his hand that was on your face in yours.

“Kyojuro”

You said softly as you embrace his hungry kiss. You hear your name again but shove it to the back of your mind while he holds you tightly as if you’d fade away at any second.

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Tanjiro panted heavily as he stared at your body. You were being consumed by a grotesque demon holding you closely to it’s bosom. All that was visible were your thighs and skirt swaying as you were being eaten. Your haori moving while embraced with veiny claws as it slowly tried to swallow you. Your hair dangling like dead leaves as part of your face was engulfed in tough flesh that stood tall among the hoard of demon slayers that watched in horror. Your arms hang deadly while you still maintained a hold of your sword.

All three slayers including many others were trapped in the demons tendrils. Inosuke struggled violently against the mound off flesh, slicing vigorously as he shout.

“Damn worm demon! Don’t you know who you’re dealing with?! I am the Mountain King! Bow down and let me kill you!”

Zenitsu frightened out of his mind stared widely at Inosuke. Tears pouring frantically down his beaten face as he comically struggled against the flesh that had him trapped.

“You stupid boar head!!! Can’t you see this is the end for us?! At least shut your mouth so my death can be a quit one!”

The demon chuckles in amusement. It’s long warm burgundy hair dancing in the wind as it watched all the slayers struggle. Large sharp teeth shown with enjoyment as they fight for their life.

“How pathetic. Calling upon a Hashira who’s too struck by grief to know a fantasy from reality. Maybe if they sent someone stronger you all would have a chance, but now all of you will watch each other DIE!”

It hissed as a monstrous laughter rings through out the clearing. You jump up as you react to the sound of laughter in your ear. You look back again. Kyojuro looks at you with a wanting glance.

“Y/n..”

He calls with a husky, sensual voice. Flower petals fly upward as he pushes you down to the ground. Your eyes are wide with surprise as you lay there looking at his half lidded eyes. He moves between your legs while rubbing his hands along your waist pulling your hips to his and eventually making his way to your breasts. He smiles as you wince shyly under his touch.

“K...Kyo.”

Your face flush so hard with red as he touches you and lean in for another passionate kiss that takes your breath away. This was something you wanted. Something that you yearned for for many nights. To feel his touch again, to hear his voice. It made you tremble. It was amazing, but you also felt a small sense of anxiety well up in you. While your eyes were closed, Kyojuro flashes the most sinister smile. You didn’t notice. Too focused on the voice calling your name now. Something or someone cried out for you. Just then an image of a smiling Senjuro came to your mind. You grab Kyojuro’s arm just before his hand makes it’s way past your underwear. He gives an irritated look that turns back into a solemn smile when your eyes open.

“Is everything alright, my love?”

He caresses your hair so lovingly that you look back at him with so much happiness. His smile drops into a surprised look as you stare at him with a calm smile etched with an almost demonic aura.

“Y/n?”

You lean up slowly rubbing his face.

“I must’ve looked like easy prey to you.”

Kyojuro shifted away from you, staring as you slowly stood up on your feet not losing that smile that was now accompanied with sharp eyes piercing him with a deadly stare.

The slayers who survived were all haunted with fear on their faces. They knew their time was up just like their fallen brethren as the demon held each one high above ready to consume the lot of them with Tanjiro and his friends.

“Y/nnnnnnn!”

Tanjiro screamed right before he entered the demon’s mouth. Inosuke looked tiredly as the tendrils swirled grossly around everyone.

“ugh...to be beaten by such a lame demon...”

He winced at the demon as it looked madly at everyone. Suddenly tiny buds started to appear all around the demons flesh. The spider lily’s that bloomed from the demon looked beautiful as the demon laughed loudly. Inosuke took the spider lilies as a sign of his death.

“I guess it’s the end for me...for us”

Just then the demon stopped in the middle of it’s laughter. Eyes forming red lines as it strained in astonishment while it looked down at your half devoured body. Your right hand was gripping tightly to the hilt of the sword in your possession while a large angry vein pulsed in your knuckles. Flower patterns flew madly across the field with dancing leaves as a new form bloomed. The Spider Lily. Everyone looked up in bewilderment as your body that was once entwined with the demon float down in a circular, almost dancing motion as flowers and blood blew in the wind around you.

With new found energy, an excited snort blows from his boar head before Inosuke screamed. “FLOWER LADYYY!”

The demon’s flesh began to crumble in ash. In a final attempt to kill everyone in the vicinity before it vanishes, the demon growled and started to tighten around everyone in its hold. Meaty flesh flew at all who were free. Zenitsu who had long passed out roused with thunderous rage. He zipped through the demons tentacles in a flash pulling a loud howl from the monster. One by one slayers began to fall, freed of the tight grasp that threatened to end them at any moment. Inosuke was spinning fiercely at any flesh that dared to bar his way, leaping with a boisterous laugh as he made his way to Tanjiro.

“Gonpachiroooooooo!”

Inosuke’s shout rang in your ears. You look up as he sliced at the flesh around the gaping maw of the demon before cutting Tanjiro loose. The second Tanjiro’s hands felt freedom he clenched his sword. Giving your sword a swift spin you leap up towards Tanjiro. A large wave of water spiral downwards with a hail of petals on the opposite side in unison. You both slash in an x formation from the demons neck and throughout the rest of its body. You both land on one foot and knee holding your swords blade up in that same x formation with your backs to each other.

You look back at Tanjiro as he smiles at you over his shoulder. Your eyebrows knit together as you give an apologetic smile. A wave of cheers wash through the clearing from the surviving slayers. Inosuke and Zenitsu rush happily towards the both of you. You stand up looking at all three of them. These three strong, young boys that your beloved fought so hard to protect. You barely noticed as the Kakushi came running in to the surviving slayers aid.

“Thank you, Kamado Tanjiro.”

Tanjiro looked at you with a wide smile while shaking his head.

“We’re the ones who should be thanking you, Y/n. If it weren’t for you we’d all be finished.”

You look down as small tears begin forming in the corner of your eyes, your smile diminishing but not quite gone.

“No...I was a fool. Even after you warned me that it uses our hearts deepest desires to lure us in I still embraced it when I saw Kyojuro.”

It didn’t take long to deceive you. Like an angler fish enticing its prey with a beautiful light the demon had you in a trance. Seeing Kyojuro standing there arms open you jumped right into the demons embrace. The thought made a twinge of guilt skip in your chest. Countless slayers have fallen to this deception and you almost willingly did the same.

You look back at Tanjiro and walk slowly towards him. Tanjiro stood in surprise as you press him gently into your bosom.

“If it weren’t for you calling my name I would have gone. Even in death i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for leaving Senjuro behind.”

As you let him go Tanjiro smiles softly and grabs your hand. Confidence welling up inside him.

“We’re friends right? We have to look out for each other.”

As he finishes, Tanjiro is unexpectedly headbutted from behind by Inosuke. Red pulses all around his boar head as he screams at the top of his lungs. Others watching with shocked and irritated expressions.

“If it wasn’t for me you’d be in that demon’s belly! Offer praise to your mountain king!!!”

You chuckle at the spectacle. Without saying a word you embrace both Inosuke and Zenitsu who was holding him back from Tanjiro. the world seemed to turn pink, a sweet smell filled the air as flowers and hearts dance around Inosuke and Zenitsu. “Flowers” popped up in Inosuke’s head. “Sweet” appeared in Zenitsu’s mind.

When you let them go Zenitsu almost crumbles. Tanjiro stands up with laughter escaping his lips. Not being able to process his feelings properly Inosuke gave another shout before darting towards Tanjiro again.

“What are you doing you idiot?!”

Zenitsu shouted as he chased after him. The three boys run around the clearing after one another. You smile as you watched them. Your hair, skirt and haori stir as the wind blows. Your eyes grow wide as you feel a warm hand on your shoulder as your name is called. You look over but no one was there. You thought you saw a faint glimpse of Kyojuro. The smile on your face grew wider as you nod to the air. Feeling your sword, you look back in the direction of the three boys. You sigh in relief as you walk towards them slowly with a determined glint in your eyes.

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I meant to write something funny but this fic barged its way into my head. I hope you all enjoy it!

#rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku x reader #rengoku angst #kny x reader #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #angst #kimestu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years ago

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Breathe, baby

Personal trainer!Southern!Bakugou

Porn with plot, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism??, praise ig, implied pining, my shitty endings

Masterlist

♡♡

You loved the gym.

Not because you liked working out .

It was a pain when you woke up sore, or when you got sticky with sweat, even though the high of a workout is always worth it, and it meant you could finally fit into that tiny skirt from the mall you saw last week.

What you loved was how your undeniable attraction towards your new personal trainer made for good entertainment.

Katsuki Bakugou.

He was beautiful, new in your city, came from some place down south, and you're sure he knew every time he saw you how much you wanted him.

You couldn't stop gawking, always looking at his ass when he showed you how to do the squats, doing over his pure strength when he did pull ups.

You had arrived right on time, stretching before hand and making sure you looked good.

You strolled into your training room, already hearing some upbeat music and seeing Bakugou doing pull ups, grunting and muscles shaking from the slight strain.

You stand in the doorway, watching sweat trickle down his neck, into the wide neckline of his cami, which clung to his body, nipples peaking through the shirt.

His jaw was clenched, little huffs leaving him as he brought himself up again. The veins on his arms popped against his complexion, and you startled when you realized you were drooling.

You gave a soft cough, alerting him of your presence and watching as he hopped down, red eyes locking onto yours as his chest heaved, cheeks pink and eyes low. The headband holding his hair out of his eyes was slipping, so you went into action.

You dropped your bag on the ground, making your way towards him quickly. When you reached your hand out to touch him, he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped back, cheeks darkening further.

"Somethin' the matter, miss?"

You smile, body flushing at the way he draws out the formality.

"Oh, I just saw your headband was a little crooked. Wanted to fix it, was all."

He nods, giving you a once over before pushing it back up his forehead, turning to get a mat out.

"Oh I already did some workouts before I got here. Unless you wanna stretch me out some more. "

The wicked smile on your face doesn't go past Bakugou, his vermilion eyes widening as he steps back, grumbling under his breath as he turns back around, setting down two mats and sitting on one.

"We're doin' yoga. Noticed how yer' body was shakin' las' time so we're takin it easy t'day."

You give his strong back a dreamy smile.

Fuck, he's hot, healthy, and attentive? You could feels yourself start to swoon.

You make your way over to the other mat, sitting on your knees.

"M' gonna guide you through each pose, then we'll do em together, yeah?"

You let out a breathy "yeah" in response and watch as he rises to his feet, towering over you, before positioning himself behind you.

"Gonna touch you now."

Shit.

You feel a big, heavy hand gently land on the middle of your back, pushing you to rest on your elbows.

"Stand up, but keep yer' arms down f'me"

You raise your lower half into a standing position, arching your back forward. Bakugou goes to your front and squats, taking your hands and placing them in front of you so you're in downward dog position.

"Hold it there for 15 seconds."

You close your eyes and breath in, shuddering when you get a whiff of his musk, smoky and sweet.

"One"

"Two"

You peek open your eyes, looking up slightly to see him looking at his watch, counting the seconds down.

"Six"

"Seven"

You take the time to really admire him, his strong thighs, the way you can see freckles dotting the exposed skin, the way his shorts hug his waist, his top riding up on his abs and showing off a patch of hair trailing down..

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

You close your eyes at fifteen, pretending like you weren't just imagining ripping his shorts off with your teeth and running eager fingers through his blonde happy trail.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you almost miss the way he runs his hand back down your spine, easing you down and murmuring a raspy,

"Good girl."

Before straightening up and walking over to the speakers.

Dazed, you watch as he puts on more relaxing music, walking back over to you.

"M' gonna try somethin' a little more difficult, kay? Let me know if ya start to ache."

Oh, you're already aching.

Aching for that di-

"Okay, I'll let you know."

He grunts in approval, twirling his finger for you to stand up.

He comes to your side this time, placing his hand back in the middle of your spine and bending you backwards slowly, humming when you reach your hands to brace yourself.

"Doin' such a good job fer me, yeah? Think ya can be a good girl and hold it fer 30 seconds?"

You almost audibly whimper.

"Mhm, I'll be so good Bakugou."

He starts counting, a deepness to his voice that wasn't there before, and you can feel your thighs begin to shake.

Bakugou can't take his eyes off of you, the way you bend so easily, taking his every word so nicely, eyes hazy and dazed and so so pretty.

The way your thighs shake makes him want to drop to his knees and sink his teeth into them. He wants to mark you up, leave bruises on your pretty ass and then kiss them better, eat out your sweet cunt and stuff you with his fingers when you get too loud.

He was raised with manners, though, and before he does any of that has taking your fine ass on a date.

"Thirty."

You breath out a shaky sigh, letting his hand guide you back down to the floor.

You look at the time, almost jumping in excitement when you realize your session is almost over. You need to get home now. Your panties are aboslutely drenched and you don't know how long you can go without saying something too bold.

Bakugou notices your excitement, raising a brow as he situates himself on his mat.

"Got smwhere to be, Miss?"

You flush, images of you with your hands between your legs and a certain blonde on your mind flashing through your head.

"Nope. Just wanna shower and eat my loneliness away."

He chuckles at that, sitting in lotus position.

"You have any plans?"

He looks up at you, studying your face for a bit, lips turning up slightly when you squirm.

"Nah. I got nuthin'."

You gulp, copying his position and fiddling with your fingers

"Well, uh. Do you wanna maybe.."

"Spit it out, angel, times runnin' out."

You bite your lip, the way he rasped the pet name had your head spinning.

"We could maybe get something to eat,, together? I can cook for you,, Like a date."

You're met with silence, and you feel embarrassment wash over you for a split second before you see a rough, veiny hand on front of you, then feel a warm palm on your face.

You look up and meet red eyes in searing eye contact, his lips curled in a smirk and cheeks dusted pink.

"A date, hm? I'd fuckin' love to Darlin'."

You squeal internally, missing his warmth when he pulls away to count to 30 once again.

♡♡

After stuffing yourself and Bakugou with some curry chicken, you invited him onto the balcony, sitting next to him on the swing seat.

You couldn't take your eyes off him the entire night. He was wearing a simple shirt and joggers, but the top hugged him so well and his sweats were low, riding up everytime he lifted something from the top shelf for you.

There a was a thick tension in the air. You wanted so badly to lean over and grab his jaw, to kiss him and make him groan, make him breathless with pleasure-

"Hey, ya listenin'? I asked ya a question."

You stratle, realizing you were staring at his face for too long.

"Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you- I mean,, fuck-"

Yeah, you shouldn't have drinking so much wine.

Bakugou’s eyebrows raise almost comically, eyes wide and lips pulling back in a grin, his handsome face inching closer to you until you can almost taste him.

"Ya wanna kiss me? Go 'head, I ain't stoppin' ya."

You immediately crash your lips against him, wasting no time in bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw, moaning when his big hand curls around your throat.

He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth and grabbing a thigh with his free hand, dragging you onto his lap. You roll your hips slowly, relishing in the groan it pulls from him.

He pulls away momentarily to suck at your bottom lip, biting down on it before kissing the stinging flesh.

He fiddles with the hem of your sun dress, gaze burning into you.

"Can I take this off, Darlin'?"

You pant above him, shivering at how sexy he sounded.

Damn, consent was hot.

"I don't know, can you?"

Your giggle is cut off by a moan when he flicks at your nipple through the dress, nipping at your collarbone.

"May I take this off, Brat?"

You whimper and nod, earning you another searing kiss before he pulls your dress up, watching your tits bounce out, taking a nopple into his mouth as his hand slides down.

He squeezes your doughy thighs in his hands, fingers pinching and kneading until he reaches your cunt.

You pray that he doesn't tease, you've been worked up for so long, and thankfully, he doesn't, slipping a finger into you and rubbing gently at your clit, picking up pace gradually and adding a second finger as you arch your back.

You pant and lean forward, hands lacing into his hair and hips grinding down onto his fingers. He groans into your nipple, moaning "harder" against you.

You comply, and he shudders, hips canting up to meet the downward roll of yours.

You feel your high creeping up on you, but you wanna feel him so bad, so you sluggishly push him away, earning you a confused grunt.

"Wanna cum on your cock."

Bakugou growls at that, lifting you up with one hand on your hip while the other pushes his sweats and boxers down, his thick cock springing free. You gape down at it, fat and veiny, flushed and dripping with pre as it twitches under your gaze.

His balls are fat too, heavy and round amd you just wanna take one in your mouth and suck till he creams from how good it feels.

Bakugou interrupts your staring with tap to your hips, slowly easing his way into you.

His thick mushrooms head pops in, and it burns so good. You feel like he's in your throat by the time he's all the way in, veins pulsing and dragging along your gooey walls. He leans his head back agasint the swing, mouth opening to pant as he move, feet digging into the ground and hips thrusting harshly into you.

His face is a dusty pink, eyes going crossed and drool starting to slide out of his mouth as he moans, hips picking up speed and fingers rubbing into your clit so good you almost collapse.

"Hah, yer so good, Darlin', fuck squeezin' me so good, gnna make me bussst"

"S'so close-"

"Mmh fuck, me too Angel. You wanna cum on my cock, Darlin? Cream all over me, make a mess of my balls and this cute little swing fuck fuck fuck- gnna bust baby, fill you up so fckin good."

You give a silent scream, arching your back and cumming hard, Bakugou following as he shoots thick ropes of cum into you, sliding down his base and pooling at his fat ball, still twitching.

"This is gnna be a bitch to clean up ain't it?"

@miggiisdumb @lady-bakuhoe

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jaehyunfirstlove · 3 years ago

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Can you write a smut in which Jaehyun is one of the members boss and y/n is their girlfriend but jaehyun took a liking on her and he became a little too obsessed with her. So he sabotaged the members into making y/n sleeping with him (maybe because she loves her boyfriend too much that she would do anything for him)

Pairing: boss!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: infidelity, fingering, protected sex, spanking, slight degradation?

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: i dialed down the intensity of this request, i'm so sorry, but i'm not too comfortable writing jaehyun like that (sorry!), having said that, obvs 'immoral' things happen (pls remember this is only fiction!)

“I can’t leave anytime soon, sorry Y/N.”

You heaved a deep sigh on the phone with your boyfriend, Mark. It was the fourth day in a row that he had canceled plans with you, citing a busy workload that needed his attention. It was his first ‘real’ job outside of college, and you knew he was trying to make a good impression, but he’d been working there a month now and stayed late almost every day. His boss sounded really demanding, and you couldn’t help but think he was taking advantage of Mark’s eagerness as a recent college graduate.

“Tell Mr. Jeong he’s an ass and that he needs to let you have a life outside of work,” you grumbled, but Mark just laughed humorlessly.

“You tell him that, no one here puts a foot wrong because they’re scared of him.”

You rolled your eyes, hating the idea of a man with that much power, taking advantage of people below him. “Ridiculous,” you scoffed, “he can’t be that scary.”

“You’ve never met Jeong Jaehyun,” Mark replied ominously.

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The next day you decided to see for yourself, showing up at Mark’s office unannounced. He was flustered at seeing you there, and when you told him you wanted to meet his boss he got even more panicky, his eyes going comically wide and his mouth opening in shock.

“No!” he protested, putting his hands up in front of you, “no, you can’t do that! It’s not gonna happen!”

“What’s not gonna happen?” A deep voice said from behind him. Mark turned his head slowly, a look of pure terror on his face.

“Oh Mr. Jeong!” he bowed deeply, and you finally got a good look at Mark’s boss. He was tall and slim, his bespoke three piece suit fitting him perfectly. His hair was beautifully coiffed, pulled back with just a strand falling onto his forehead. His face was stern, but when he caught sight of you something flashed across his face, before he settled into a practiced smile.

“Oh, I believe we haven’t met,” he brushed past Mark’s bent figure and extended his hand to you, “I’m Jeong Jaehyun, and you are?”

“Mark’s girlfriend,” you responded drily, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Behind Mr. Jeong, you could see Mark’s panicked face as he waved his arms at you, signaling you to stop. You ignored him.

Mr. Jeong smiled widely, clearly appreciating your boldness. His smile brought out the most delightful dimples, you couldn’t help but notice, and you shook your head trying to fight the attraction to your boyfriend’s boss.

“What brings you here today, Mark’s girlfriend?” he asked cheekily, eyes dancing with amusement.

Mark was now begging, putting his hands together in a pleading gesture, but still you ignored him. “Just wondering what kind of sweatshop you’re running here, Mr. Jeong. You know, everyone working late with no overtime pay…”

He smirked, while behind him Mark slapped a hand onto his forehead. You were aware you were playing with fire, very well risking Mark getting fired, but you couldn’t help it. You’d always been a shit-disturber.

“I’ll tell you what, Mark’s girlfriend, how about we step into my office and discuss this in private?” he was smiling, but there was an edge to his voice and a dark look in his eyes. You shrugged, following behind him to his office while everyone, including Mark, stared at you in fear.

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“Close the door,” he commanded with a wave of his hand, and despite your aversion to people telling you what to do, you obeyed him. Something in his tone of voice made you comply without question.

“So you have a problem with how I run things here?” he didn’t turn to you, didn’t look at you, just moved slowly to his desk and took a seat. You swallowed drily, the effect he was having on you both baffling and intense. You were exhilarated by his commanding presence, by the deep baritone of his voice, by the way he was staring at you now, eyes deep and dark and boring into your very soul.

“Perhaps…” you said, somewhat unsure of yourself now.

The corners of his lips turned up into a smirk, probably fully aware of his effect on people. He knew he had you, and he was going to use that to his full advantage.

“Well I should probably fire Mark for that little outburst you had just now, in front of my entire staff,” he tapped his pen on the table, eyebrows furrowing as he regarded you.

“Please don’t,” you whispered, internally shocked and angry with yourself that you were caving to this man. But he had gotten up from his chair, walking towards where you were standing near the door, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he got closer. It was a simple act, just walking, just unbuttoning, but the way he did it sent a thrill down your spine. He stopped maybe a foot away, close enough that the heady scent of his cologne invaded your senses.

“I can’t look like a weak boss,” he said, his voice gruff as he put his hands on his hips and towered over you, clearly trying to be intimidating. “So tell me what you’ll do for me so I won’t fire your boyfriend.”

You didn’t realize it but your chest was heaving, his effect on you so maddening. Despite yourself, your eyes roamed over his body, stopping at the obvious bulge in his pants. You looked away quickly and he smiled devilishly.

“I think I can work with that,” he said seductively, leaning his face close to yours. “I have a proposition for you then, Mark’s girlfriend.”

Your head snapped back to him, eyes going wide as you knew exactly what he was going to propose. “What is it?” you had to ask, hoping he wasn’t going to ask what you think he was going to ask, but worse, hoping that he would.

He leaned close to whisper in your ear. “You let me fuck you right here in my office, and I’ll let your boyfriend keep his job.”

Your entire body shuddered, from the heat of his breath against your ear, from the close proximity of his body, from the proposition that you had hoped, beyond your better judgment, he would offer. He stepped back after he said it, the absence of him leaving a tangible hole, and walked back to his desk, taking a seat. He was calm, cool, completely collected, as if he didn’t just proposition you to have sex with him so your boyfriend wouldn’t get fired.

“What do you say?” he asked breezily, “Do we have a deal?”

You could say no, and Mark would lose his job, but that wouldn’t be the worst of it. You knew Mark wanted to do well at this job, and you knew he would blame you if he lost it since you had made a scene accusing his boss of bad practices. You had put yourself in this situation and there was only one way out.

“Deal,” you nodded, your heart beating faster at what you had just agreed to. Mr. Jeong raised his eyebrows at you, and then broke into a dazzling smile.

“Smart girl,” he hummed, then motioned for you to come to him. You walked towards him, legs moving of their own accord, and when you were close enough he patted his knees. “Sit on my lap.”

You did as you were told, perching lightly on his knees, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him. You inhaled sharply when you felt his hard bulge rub against your ass.

“Thank you for wearing a skirt today,” he whispered slyly, his hands on your thighs, pushing your skirt up to your hips. You were breathing even more heavily now, your heart beating so fast you thought it would explode out of your chest. When his hands reached your core you held your breath. “Mm,” he hummed, fingers rubbing your slit over your panties, “you’re wet already, baby. Were you thinking of me, or Mark? Be honest, please.”

You started to pant, his fingers applying just enough pressure that it was making you crazy. “You, just you,” was all you could say, your body aching for more.

He tsked, shaking his head at you. “That’s naughty, baby, thinking of another man instead of your boyfriend.”

He was scolding you, but the sound of his voice and the way he made you feel so dirty just made you more aroused, your panties getting wetter by the second. He felt it, and he chuckled.

“You like that, I see? You like being naughty?”

You just nodded, moaning as he applied even more pressure. At the sound of your moan he suddenly shoved your panties aside, fingering your pussy bare.

“Damn, so wet,” he murmured, sliding his fingers up and down your slit, teasing you so deliciously your eyes brimmed with tears.

“Mr. Jeong,” you panted, “please…”

“What do you want, naughty girl? Hm?”

“More,” you whined, and he finally complied, plunging his fingers into your wet hole.

You arched your back, your head falling onto his shoulder as he pumped his fingers inside of you. His fingers were longer than Mark’s, hitting you in that spot that made your toes curl so fast and so easily that you already felt the knot in your stomach forming.

“You gonna come for me, dirty girl, come on another man’s fingers?” His voice was so deep and so husky in your ear that it made you come, your body shaking and thighs coming together to trap his hand. When you were done he pushed you off of him slightly so he could pull his cock out, and since you had your back to him you couldn’t see what he was doing. You heard a plastic packet rip, realizing he was putting a condom on, then he was pulling you back onto him.

“Turn around,” he commanded, “I want to watch your face as I fuck you.”

Your brain was hazy with your orgasm but you would’ve complied either way, and you turned around so you could straddle him, your legs on either side of his hips.

“That’s a good girl,” he hummed, “so naughty, yet so good for me.”

His praise made heat flood your body, and then he was positioning his cock for you to sink down onto it. You took him in, sinking down on him slowly, feeling him stretch you unlike anyone had ever done before. Your breath caught in your throat, your hands gripping his shoulders as you finally took him all the way in.

“Oh fuck,” you cried, biting your lip to keep from screaming as the pleasure from his cock filling you spread throughout your entire body. You started to move your hips, and the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you made you throw your head back. “Oh fuck,” you repeated it like a mantra, unable to form anything more coherent than that.

“Mm, you’re so good, baby,” he cooed, holding onto your hips as you rode him, “your pussy feels so good. Mark’s a lucky guy.”

You were aware you probably should have felt shame, but the way his cock felt inside you was too good, igniting every pleasure center in your brain. The only thing you could concentrate on was how it felt as his cock spread you apart.

“Your cock feels so good,” you moaned, thighs burning as you chased your high. You gripped harder onto his shoulders as your orgasm started to build, and he watched your face with a look of smug satisfaction.

“You’re gonna come again, baby?” he asked, his hand coming around to smack your ass. You cried out but it also made your pussy clench, and he was clearly delighted with the discovery. “I should’ve known you liked getting spanked, since you’re a naughty girl,” he smirked, smacking your ass even harder. You whimpered, pussy clenching again, and that flipped something inside him. He grabbed a hold of your hips, eyes hooded as he started to rut up into you.

You wanted to scream, his cock hitting so deep and so hard into you it was making you delirious. You put your hand to your mouth, stifling the whimpers that came out instead, your entire body bouncing at the force of his hips thrusting up into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice rough, “take my cock like the naughty girl you are.”

You came with a soundless scream, your mouth falling open as your fingers dug into his shoulders. Your legs shook as your pussy clenched hard around him, and he groaned but continued to fuck into you.

“Naughty girl, you’re gonna make me come,” he growled, squeezing your hips hard with his hands as he came, with one last thrust that hit you so deep you lost all breath at the feeling. When he was done, he patted your thigh while looking up at you appreciatively.

“That was good, baby. I’m satisfied,” he said with a smile, “I’ll let your boyfriend keep his job.”

You sighed with relief, but the severity of what you’d just done suddenly hit you. Hastily you got off of him, fixing yourself up to look presentable before you stepped out of his office. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, only to catch sight of Mark looking at you expectantly. You smiled at him, trying not to give away what just happened in Mr. Jeong’s office, and gave a thumbs up. Mark broke into a relieved smile, just as Mr. Jeong stepped out of his office, coming to stand beside you.

“Mark, your girlfriend can be very persuasive,” he said casually, looking at you out of the corner of his eye, “because of her, there will be no more unpaid overtime.”

He winked at you before walking back into his office, as all the employees who heard cheered you, Mark coming up to you to give you a big hug.

“You’re awesome, Y/N, thank you so much,” he said, squeezing you in his arms.

Swallowing your guilt, you just smiled back. “I did my best.”

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Thanks for 1.4k :)

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yuutasprincess · 4 years ago

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Thank you for doing god's work like really!🥺 You're the only one writing for yuta and I looooove every little hot drabble you write of him omg😭 especially the one with size or bulge kink.

I looove the way yuta seems so innocent in appearance but really deep inside he only thinks about corrupting his sweet s/o😳

How could anyone suspect him? with his big eyes and flushed cheeks. the wide smile that stretches across his face always throws them off. he’s such a sweet thing, caring for his friends and going out of his way to express himself. it’s near comical how you lean on him, legs quivering as his cum dribbles down your thighs while he holds you with that contagious smile on his lips. he’s unfazed when the other ask what happened to you, it looks like you were hit by a tornado. but you don’t miss the puff of his chest when he says you’re just tired.

It’s a constant game that keep you on your toes. he’ll come to you with crescent eyes, lashes kissing his cheeks while he cups your jaw and exhales over your lips. he’s so impossibly warm that you’re sure he can hear the heavy thumping of your heart. he isn’t one for public affection but when you look so neatly done he can’t help but want to dishevel you. it always starts with innocent kisses, his slightly chapped lips moving against yours while his nose brushes against the apple of your cheek with every title of his chin. his hand slides from your jaw to toy with the zipper of your jacket yet never tugs it down. he leaves you breathless, fingers slipping to rub against the hem of your skirt as he grazes over your thighs. there’s an ache in your stomach that only he can fix as you’re overwhelmed with the need to be closer to him.

You always fall into his trap- always grip the collar of his white jacket and pull him closer to feel his tongue slip into your mouth. you press yourself against him to feel the tent in his pants that has you letting out a satisfied sigh at the friction. his hands leave your skirt to grip at your shoulders, his fingers twitch and sink into the fabric of your uniform before he pulls away to cover his puffy lips. the red from his face lights up the dark room as he grows bashful and steps away from you, “woah! what’s going on here? Trying to get at okkotsu huh? You sly girl!” your teeth clench at the voice, fists curling as gojo pokes at your warm cheeks while yuuta bites his lip to hide the laugh escaping. the hand covering his lips parts, fingers spreading as he sticks his tongue between his index and middle to lick at the skin before walking off with a final laugh as you’re left flustered.

#oh my gosh you’re so sweet #Ahh and this is so embarrassing imagine GOJO of all people catching you #poking fun of him and reminding him he was this shy kid who didn’t even want to enroll BAHAHA SO CRUEL #jjk x reader #jjk smut #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #☆sebbiebarneslikeplvms

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jenomark · 3 years ago

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➔Pairing: Hendery x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: Kun + Lucas ➔Genre: Smut (with a plot!) ➔Warnings: Mentions of blood + Vaginal penetration (briefly), Oral (both M + F) ➔Word count: 2,769

➔Summary: Kun has a plan to get you and Hendery to work out your differences, but Kun's plan doesn't quite work out the way he thinks it will. 😉

Anon Request: enemies to lovers hendery smut?? thank you !! any scenario 🤎

You and Hendery watched as Kun brought out two chairs into the middle of the floor to face each other. Hendery's scowl matched yours, which made you even more irritated that any part of you could relate to him.

"I don't see how this will help. It-" Hendery began, but he was cut off by Kun's terse, "-Shh!"

The scraping of the chairs stopped. Kun leaned on the back of one of them and looked at you before looking at Hendery. He said, "I'm tired of this. We are all tired of this. Both of you have more in common than you think."

"We don't." you said, a little too childishly.

Kun narrowed his eyes, which made you fall quiet. "Sit down and work it out," he said, before walking out and slamming the door shut behind him.

"I'm not sitting down." Hendery said. “He can’t make me sit down.”

You were already sitting in the chair, but since Hendery spoke, you wanted to get up and resist along with him. Hendery paced around the room, looking more annoyed than ever. So, you stayed seated because you didn't want to be like him.

"I don't know what he wants us to do." Hendery said. "I have no problem with you. I just don't want to be around you."

"Likewise." you said.

"I didn't ask what you though, did I?"

You rolled your eyes. "Here we go."

"No," Hendery said. He leaned on the back of the free chair like Kun had. "You've had a problem with me since I first met you. I want to know why. It's because I'm so handsome, right?"

"Oh, please."

There was a banging on the front door. Kun's voice rang out. He was letting out a whole series of curse words followed by a bunch of angry grunts. Hendery cursed back and sat down in the chair with a huff.

"We will never see eye-to-eye," he said. "And that is okay. If it's okay for us, it should be okay for them."

"I agree." you said, crossing your legs.

Things were silent. Hendery looked at your legs where your skirt was riding up your thigh. You uncrossed your legs and pulled your skirt down. The way you looked at him in disgust made him smirk, which made you want to strangle him. In fact, you were gearing up for another argument when Lucas burst through the door with his finger pointing at both of you.

"You and you." he said. "Just sleep with each other already."

"What?" you and Hendery both said at the same time.

Lucas dropped his finger. "Just fuck. You know, make love, or, in your case, war. The sexual tension is too thick, man, I can't live here with you both like this."

With that speech, Lucas turned on his heel and left. Though, he didn't slam the door like Kun had.

Shock rippled throughout the room. You and Hendery both stared at each other from your chairs, his eyes wide, and your eyes sizing him up. Truthfully, you had wondered what it would be like to take out the aggression you felt for Hendery on his body. You had even dreamed about what it would be like once.

"Can you believe him?" Hendery said, trying to keep his voice from breaking. "Us? Fuck? When hell freezes over, I think."

But Hendery wasn't immune to the way you were looking at him. Underneath your hot gaze, he began to feel a little warm underneath the collar. He couldn't stop staring at your legs, thinking about your thighs crushing his head while you sat on his face.

Without speaking, you withdrew yourself from the chair and got down on the floor. Your knees hurt crawling your way towards him, but nothing hurts quite like your pride. You would have never imagined crawling to Hendery like that but, somehow, it felt right.

"Not a word." you said, your eyes boring into his. "If you act smug, I will bite down on your dick so hard you'll be pissing blood for weeks."

"Ouch." Hendery winced, covering himself.

You stopped before him, your hands reaching out to touch him. Hendery moved fast, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down for you. He was hesitant for you to see his cock but, when he saw that you were trying not to laugh, he bared himself for you to see.

"Don't laugh at me," he said.

"I'm not laughing." you said, smiling.

You took his cock in your hands and watched him grow. He reacted like he hadn't been touched in years, which did make you laugh. Hendery moaned and bit down on his lips to stop the further humiliation. You stroked him and tasted him. You were trying your best not to think about how much you hated him. Having that control over him made you feel powerful, made it easier for you to suck him off.

"This is...an... unexpected.." Hendery breathed, closing his fists tight as you bobbed up and down his cock. "..event...oh god."

"You cannot be serious." you said.

Hendery came so soon, his cum gushing out of his tip. You didn't swallow him, just let him spill himself onto his pants. The noise he made was inhuman, and it ground you right to your spot on the floor. You watched him, holding his cock upward so he came on his shirt, instead, and trying not to admit to yourself that you ached for him to be inside of you.

When he finished and was through cleaning himself up, you both acted like nothing had happened. Hendery looked at you from across the room, the wet rag moving up and down his stomach. You shrugged and moved the chairs back where they were, ignoring how swollen and aroused your clit was.

Kun thought he had done something. Whenever you and Hendery were around each other, the bickering had lessened. Kun didn’t know that behind his back, Hendery was pushing his tongue into his cheek and staring at you. Mimicking a blowjob was childish, but Hendery didn’t have to know that you went home at night and masturbated to the very thought of him doing that.

Kun also didn’t know that, whenever he and the rest of the guys went out, you would sneak to Hendery’s room and fuck with him. Or rather, you would sit on Hendery’s face like a throne and have him eat you out until he couldn’t breathe.

“When will you let me fuck you?” Hendery asked, looking up at you from between your thighs.

You let your weight fall down onto his face and rubbed yourself against his lips and nose so he would stop talking. It’s not that you didn’t want him to fuck you senseless, just that having him penetrate you felt a little too real. You felt it also brought about the realization that you liked being in his company more than you thought.

After coming all over his face and having him beg you to do it again, you laid in his bed. “This isn’t a compliment,” you said. “but you’re not half bad.”

“I know.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I said it wasn’t a compliment. You don’t have to be so smug about it.”

He held up his hands. “All I’m saying is, you scream more when you’re sitting on my face than you do when you’re not, and for that, I think, is the highest compliment.”

You pulled his covers over yourself until they were covering your naked body. “I really hate you.”

“And yet you’re still in my bed.”

Before you could respond with a not-so-clever retort, Hendery went underneath the covers and started eating you out again.

It was getting a little too comical, you and Hendery’s situationship. You were both sure that none of the guys knew what was going on, even if Lucas occasionally shot you curious looks whenever you were together. Hiding was difficult and resulted in someone getting half dressed and running from his dorm room, as if everything were perfectly normal. To make sure everything seemed up to standard, you and Hendery would stage fights now and again. In reality, those fights got you both hot and bothered enough to slip into whatever place you could and either get fingerbanged or something else that left your legs weak.

What made it truly funny was that you began to grow feelings faster than Hendery grew his erection. Underneath all of his self-congratulatory ways, Hendery was actually fun to be around. You would often stay in his bed for hours just watching videos on his phone in between pleasing and teasing his body. He lasted much longer in bed as more time passed, and the vulnerability that you seemed so scared of in the beginning also made things more exciting.

Kun slammed down a bottle of soda to break you out of your reverie. The party around you zoomed back to life the moment he spoke. You watched Hendery talk to a girl across the room. Though he stole glances back at you, the jealousy was rearing its ugly head.

“Are you okay?” Kun asked. “You seem...off.”

“I’m good.” you said. “I’m great.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Can’t you see, Kun?” Lucas came up behind Kun and stole the soda from him. He drank a long, sweet gulp. “She is in love with Hendery. I knew that it was only a matter of time.”

“Yeah, right.” you said, trying your best to disguise the lie. “I would rather stay single for the rest of my life than ever touch someone like him.”

When Kun and Lucas didn’t reply, you looked at both of them. Kun looked as if he were going to say something but thought better of it. Lucas smiled. For the first time, you felt like you could pity yourself.

“I’m going outside to get fresh air.” you said, excusing yourself.

You walked through the room and felt Hendery’s eyes on you. You could feel him following behind you. When you made it outside and turned around, he was right there.

“Having fun?” you asked. “I’m sure that girl was having the best time.”

“Are you jealous of her?” he asked. “Please tell me yes. It would inflate my ego so much.”

“No.” you said flatly.

“But you’re not denying it.” he said. “Interesting.”

If you had answered him, you weren’t sure he would like what you had to say. Rather than face all of that, you decided to walk away. But Hendery pulled you back. You expected some joke, some kind of puffed up version of himself, but the man you were met with was the same man you met behind closed doors.

“Don’t leave,” he said. “Talk to me.”

“Talking never works out in our favor.” you said, pulling your wrist away from him.

“It helped once.” he said, smiling at the memory of you crawling towards him. When he saw that you didn’t smile back, his face changed. “I’m not the enemy, you know that.”

You wracked your brain for something incredible to say, but all that came out was a lame little. “Yeah, I guess.”

Hendery took a step towards you and looked at your lips. Throughout all of your bedroom excursions, you had never kissed each other on the mouth. His mouth had been all over your body, but never your lips. He touched his thumb to your bottom lip, but it was you who pushed your way into the kiss.

“Wow.” Hendery said, pulling a part. He kept his eyes closed. “That definitely tastes better than-”

You pushed him back and went to kiss him again. This time, with a little tongue that made him moan in approval. You felt that kiss in your whole body, right down to your toes.

“What if I just went upstairs and told everyone they needed to leave right now.” Hendery said.

“You don’t live alone. “ you reminded him.

He groaned. “I’ll pull the building's fire alarm if I have to. “

“I didn’t even agree that I was going to sleep with you.” you said, resisting the urge to cross your arms over your chest.

“You didn’t have to.” Hendery whispered.

Hendery took your arm and pulled you upstairs. He kicked open the door to the apartment so forcefully that everyone looked in his direction. You covered your face in embarrassment. If you met eyes with Kun or Lucas, you didn’t think you would ever fully recover.

“Alright.” Hendery called out. “Party is over. It’s time to leave. Everyone, please make your way out in an orderly fashion, thank you.”

When no one moved, you hid behind Hendery because you could feel him gearing up to say something incredibly inappropriate. But, instead, it was Lucas who spoke.

“You heard the man.” Lucas said. “Party continues at the bar down the street. Drinks on me. Let’s go!”

The crowd cheered and followed Lucas. Before he left through the front door, Lucas winked at you. Everyone filed out in a conga line, yelling raucously and completely ignoring you and Hendery standing there.

Kun stopped before he walked out. “I’m glad you both are working out your differences.”

“We’re working out something.” Hendery said, grabbing Kun’s shoulder and pushing him through the door. He shut it behind him and faced you, all of the humor gone from his face, replaced with a pallor that made him look ill.

“I hate you.” you said, but there was no hate in your voice whatsoever.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Hendery said.

You kissed him and brought color back to his cheeks. Rather than stripping him of his clothes and immediately going for his cock, you took things slow. It felt nice to be in his arms. Different, but very nice. You held each other and made out, things getting hotter and heavier as time passed.

“I’m done playing.” Hendery said.

He took you into his bedroom where he sat you down on his bed. Before you, he started dancing and taking off his clothes in a way that made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt.

“Done playing, huh?” you asked.

He took his t-shirt and brought it around your neck. You could feel the heat from his stomach being so close to you. You kissed his skin and looked up at him. You didn’t know when exactly it had happened, when Hendery had become a lover rather than an enemy. You certainly didn’t know when he had become your best friend.

“Yeah.” he said, pushing you back down onto the bed. “I think so.”

Just like that, the energy in the room changed. His kisses were deeper and more sensual. He had stopped the strip tease and had straddled you, his hands roaming up and down your body. It was difficult for you to focus on one thing. Your sexual encounters were usually full of him narrating exactly what he was going to do, but the Hendery on top of you kept you on your toes. He pulled down the top of your dress to expose your cleavage and let his tongue roam free. You let his hands move underneath your dress, pulling it up to reveal your underwear.

“Why does this feel so different?” he asked, looking down at you with his dark eyes.

For a moment, you thought he was talking about your body. You were quiet, not knowing how to answer, though you knew what he meant. When he removed your dress and slowly unhooked your bra and brought your panties down past your ankles, he realized with a shock what you had known all along.

“Oh, I like you a lot.” he said. “I’m an idiot.”

“You won’t find me disagreeing.” you said, sucking in when you felt his lips on your stomach.

“I didn’t ask you though, did I?” he asked, transporting you both back to the very first time you were intimate with each other.

“Maybe you should.” you said. “Maybe you should ask me what I want.”

Hendery stripped himself naked like his life depended on it. He was erect, his eyes full of emotion. “What do you want then?”

“I want you.” you said. “As miserable as you are. As wild as you are. As much as you annoy me, Hendery, I want you.”

Hendery pushed your legs until your knees were in the air. You breathed in deeply and looked up at him. He touched your pussy, his eyes still on you as his fingers brushed against you. “You have me.” he said, before plunging deep inside of you.

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tintinwrites · 4 years ago

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how could we be wrong? | Priest!Max Phillips x Reader

A/N: Thank you for doing business with the religious trauma hotline, my name’s Caitlin. I’m just calling to confirm your order of a priest kink.

Rating: 18+

Warning: Fem!Reader. Max is a priest. Unprotected P in V sex, in a church, over a pew, while another priest and a parishioner are in the confessional booth. Oral (F receiving). Religious things. Naughty words. A bit of corruption kink. There are so many sins in this that I can’t list them all bc idk what’s bad and what’s not now.

Word count: 4,105, apparently!!

Summary: You go to church to confess your sins, but end up only adding on some more things you’ll need to confess.

GIF credit: thewaythisis

Tags: Love y’all but I cannot CANNOT force my taglist to have a priest kink thrust upon them like this.

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The oak door was heavy as you pulled on the brass handle, but the opening of it led you into a warm, quiet sanctuary.

You supposed there was a metaphor in there; you were out in the cold with a heavy weight, but just beyond that weight was warmth and salvation and peace.

Every pew was empty, bibles and hymnals tucked neatly in the compartments on the back as they waited for mass or for passersby who needed to pray. There were candles lit at the front of the sanctuary despite the lights on overhead, and you inwardly berated yourself for not knowing why they were lit.

You intended to go to the confessional booth to your right, but you paused halfway to it when you saw that there was another person in the sanctuary. They were facing away from you, dressed in all black, but they didn’t have snowy white hair like the priest who you’d seen the times you visited before.

Glancing at the confessional, you decided instead to approach the man.

Perhaps you just hadn’t seen him before and if he was the only priest in the building, going into an empty confessional would be a little silly.

“Father?” you asked cautiously, and the man immediately whipped around to show a face much younger than you were used to, his gaze quickly flickering over you.

“—yes, my...child?” The name was said hesitantly with a slight grimace and you wondered if you interrupted him.

“I’m sorry. I can come back later.” You turned to go, but a hand wrapped around your arm to pull you back.

“No, stay, I was just cleaning.” He held up the dust buster in his free hand, releasing you so he could put it on the altar table. “What do you need? I’m yours.”

He said that simple statement so smoothly as he turned to face you that it made your heart pick up speed just a bit, blinking at him for a moment. “Well, I...came to confess, but I’m not exactly anonymous anymore…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, slugger!” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders before you could protest, leading you to a pew and sitting down with you, his legs open wide as he relaxed into the wooden seat. “So, come on, what’s the secret, huh? What’d you come to confess?”

“I...I don’t know.” You knew what you came to confess, but you were taken aback by his behavior and how quickly he moved, and mostly just embarrassed to admit such things to a handsome man like him.

“Are you one of those freaks who just came to confess just in case?”

“What? That’s...no.” You were definitely surprised by a man of God talking about the parishioners who came to confess like that. “I just don’t know if I should confess these things outside of the confessional.”

He made a face and waved his hand as if to say it was no big deal. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

There was something charming about how carefree and flippant the man was, but you still hesitated for a second. “I don’t even know who you are, Father.”

“Max Phillips. I just started training here.”

Well, that explained his lack of the professionalism and seriousness you were used to. You opened your mouth to confess since he was a priest or would soon be one, but you shook your head and looked down shyly. “I don’t know…”

A finger under your chin gently nudged your head up until you were looking into Max’s eyes, your heart picking up speed again. “You’re safe with me. Go ahead.”

There was just something about him that made you feel all warm inside, and you nodded for so long it was almost stupid before you remembered that you were supposed to be confessing.

“I’ve been having a lot of impure thoughts lately. It just seems like everything is driving me crazy and then I…” You faltered as the real thing you wanted to confess to danced on the tip of your tongue.

Max had been looking at the way your dress hugged your tits as he listened, raising his eyes to your face when you stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re very young to be a priest.” You started to turn away because talking about something like this to a man who looked like that was not stopping your thoughts from heading in the direction they tended to lately. “And you’re different. Shouldn’t we be in the confessional?”

“Hey, listen, how about we...make a deal? You confess, and I can tell you how I ended up here.” He just really wanted to know what had you so ashamed like this, what could possibly make you squirm like you were right then.

You considered it for a second before nodding, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been masturbating. I start thinking, and then I start feeling these sensations, and before I know it, I’m touching myself.”

He nodded along in understanding like the thought of you touching yourself didn’t make his pants a little tighter. “I see.”

“I know it’s wrong.” You dropped your head into your hands, but were only able to wallow for a few seconds. The priest grabbed onto your hands and grasped them in his supportively, making you look up at him.

“You wanna hear why I became a priest?” He smiled at your slight nod. “I was always a little bit of a...troublemaker. But I guess the last time was just the straw that broke the camel’s back for my parents…”

“What did you do?” you asked with concern; the way he sighed made it seem like he did something terrible, like hurt someone or do some kind of dangerous drug.

“See, there was this girl I liked. I invited her over to my house.” He knew exactly what he was doing with this story, noting every little hint of your untapped desire in the way you leaned closer and your blinking slowed. “When my parents walked in to find me with my head under her skirt, slowly thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I guess it was too much.”

His words dripped with sensuality and you would have fallen right off the pew were it not for your grip tightening on his hands. He was so beautiful. You pressed your thighs together and just stared at him, your lips parting slightly like you wanted to say something or maybe even kiss him.

But then he leaned back and shrugged, going right back to his previous nonchalance. “So they sent me to seminary a few years ago and I was just accepted by this church.”

“Oh.” You nodded, trying to pretend that his story hadn’t affected you that much. It seemed like he was just telling a story and your horny brain had just read too much into it.

“You know sexuality isn’t bad, right? Rubbing one out is a biological response to release a little...tension.” He released your hands to break contact with you, noticing the way you fell forward just a little as he leaned against the back of the pew.

“The bible says—”

“The bible’s been translated a billion times and taken out of context a billion more. Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with releasing a little tension.” He tilted his head, pursing his lips as he decided to push you a bit. “There’s nothing wrong with you being turned on by the idea of me putting my head under your dress right now.”

You were nodding along as you considered his words, but then your eyes nearly doubled in size at his comment. “I—I don’t—”

“Now lying is a sin.” He reached out to tap you on the nose which made you blink rapidly in confusion. “Look at how tense you are. You’ve been denying yourself, haven’t you?”

“Well...I didn’t think it was right…” You were uncomfortable; not because he was upsetting you, but because you had been denying yourself and you were so turned on by his words that you wanted to do the very thing you came to confess.

“Why don’t you show me how you touch yourself?” He decided to be blunt. You seemed to enjoy it when he was.

“What? Me? Here?” Your reaction was almost comical, but his words still sent a jolt directly to your clit.

“Touch yourself. Yes, you. Right here.” He leaned forward to gently grasp your hand again, running his thumb along the back of it. “I’m a man of God. You’re safe with me if you need to release a little tension. I won’t tell a soul.”

“I…” You wet your lips, pressing your thighs even tighter together.

He kept his eyes on yours as he slowly guided your hand to the hem of your dress, pausing to see if you would stop him or protest. When you didn’t, he helped you pull the fabric up your thighs, glancing down when he saw a glimpse of bright fabric. “Blue lace, huh? I like it.”

All you did was stare into his eyes, letting him maneuver your hand underneath the practically sheer fabric. He pulled his hand out and just laid it on top of yours through the lace.

“Tell me your name.” He waited for you to stutter it out before repeating it, wrapping his lips around it sensually in a way no one ever had before. “I could moan that. Fuck, I’d like to hear you moan my name like a prayer.”

You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes fluttered shut and you began stroking over your clit, giving into the sensation that was begging you to touch yourself.

Max just kept his hand on top of yours, letting them move together, his eye flickering between your face and what you were doing between your legs. “Isn’t that better? What are you thinking about?”

“Your tongue.” You were too turned on to care, letting out a little moan when you opened your eyes and saw the way he was staring at you.

“And I didn’t even tell you the whole story!” He laughed, bringing his free hand down to playfully slap your thigh. “I bet you’d like to know what I did when my parents and their friends walked in, huh? Go ahead, ask me.”

“What did...what did you do?” You tried your best to focus on him, now letting him control the movements of your hand through your panties.

He shifted a bit so he could lean in closer to you, his eyes roaming from your face, down your neck, over your breasts, until they landed between your legs. “I fucked my tongue into her until she came all over herself in front of everyone.”

The whine you let out was exactly what he wanted and he chuckled when you tried to move your hand faster than he was allowing.

“Patience is a virtue. Do you want to feel my tongue?” He raised an eyebrow when you didn’t answer him at first, making you grind your fingers against your clit a little harder. “It’s okay to say yes.”

“Yes,” you gasped out and he smirked, pulling his hand away and taking hold of your wrist to make you stop touching yourself.

“Now, I know you learned patience. You’re such a stickler for rules, aren’t you?” He pulled your hand up to kiss your glistening fingers, letting his tongue poke out to kitten lick them every so often. “I want you to stand up for me. Take off your panties, go up and put them on the altar, then come back here. You’re gonna stand in front of me and take off your dress.”

Your chest was rising and falling slowly from your deep, steady breaths. You’d come to confess your sins, but it didn’t feel like a sin as you stood up and stepped out of your underwear.

You didn’t even realize how easily you were doing it until you’d approached the altar and set the bit of lace on it, turning around to make your way back to Max.

He was leaning back in the pew with his legs open wide, the bulge in his pants obvious when you came to practically stand between his knees.

You hesitated when your fingers came to the hem of your dress, realizing that you were going to be naked in front of this practical stranger in the middle of a church. It was both enticing and terrifying.

“Let me see. I’ve been staring at your tits since you walked in anyway.” He said it so casually it was somehow almost sexier than if he’d been flirtatious.

Hesitating for just a moment longer, you pulled your dress off before you could convince yourself not to, leaving yourself entirely bare. Max’s eyes darkened as he slowly looked over every visible inch of you.

You grew nervous when he didn’t say anything, shifting on your feet and biting your lip as you stared at the floor.

When he was still silent, you slowly looked up at him, fearing a look of disgust.

But you found him staring right at you with eyes full of lust and he slowly said, “I’d abandon the church for that.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what to say to something like that, just letting out a shaky breath as you felt yourself grow wetter.

“Sit down. Open your legs wide.” He stood up, waiting for you to take his place on the pew before he knelt between your legs. “Has anyone ever done this before?”

“No, Father. I only had sex once, when I was a teenager...and it wasn’t really good.” Your answer seemed to please him, but he didn’t comment on it.

“Call me Max,” he said simply, then leaned forward and started running his tongue along your folds.

Just feeling his tongue between your legs had you squirming and gasping, but he wasn’t paying attention to your clit yet. He’d dip his tongue right near it before skipping over it, pressing teasing little kisses against you.

Having never been eaten out before, you didn’t think to rush him or beg him; you were oversensitized from a lack of proper touch, so this was doing a lot for you.

He decided to be nice mostly for the purpose of rocking your world, and he started to flick at your clit with the tip of his tongue.

That had your hips lifting off the pew, a cry leaving your lips as he started tracing little circles over the sensitive area. “Oh, fuck, Max…”

He took hold of your thighs to pin you back down to the seat, pressing his tongue flat against you and dragging it slowly up over your clit. The movement had your jaw dropping open in pure ecstasy and the ensuing vibrations from his soft chuckle made you release a moan.

You’d never felt anything so amazing in your entire life even when you would give in and touch yourself, and you couldn’t believe how long you’d gone without feeling something this wonderful.

“Would you use your tongue inside me? Like the girl?” Your request earned you another slap to the thigh as Max pulled away, his lips shining.

“I gotta say, you know your manners!” He grinned, keeping his eyes on you as he leaned down and slowly began fucking into you with his tongue.

You were silent at first as the new sensation took over, before you let out a whine and started breathing a little shakily. “Oh, God!”

Max mumbled a reminder of what you could call him into your cunt, thrusting his tongue a little faster and nudging his nose against your clit.

He kept going at it until he felt your walls starting to flutter around his tongue and he pulled back, smirking at the almost hurt look on your face.

“You wanna see what good sex is like?” He cupped your face when you nodded, moving to kiss you passionately.

You kissed him back eagerly and stared at him dreamily as he pulled you to your feet, letting him turn you around. He guided you to bend over with your hands gripping the back of the pew, seeing that you were steady before he pulled back to admire your ass.

He ran a hand over the soft skin, undoing his pants with the other as he kept trailing down until he was stroking through your slit. “It hurt the first time, huh?”

“Yeah, and he...released his seed after a couple thrusts then left…” You admitted this with a bit of shame, pressing your fingers into the wood.

“Came. He came after a couple thrusts.” Your gentle way of putting it made him smirk, but he let out a moan when he pressed his tip to your wet folds. “This one’s not gonna hurt and you can bet your sweet ass that you’re gonna come first.”

“He came,” you repeated, eyes fluttering shut with a moan at the feeling of him starting to push into you; there was some pressure, but he was right about it not hurting like the other time.

“God, you’re tight…” He practically growled, going slow so you could adjust to the way he was stretching you open.

You folded your arms on the back of the pew and laid your head on them, breathing deeply as he pushed himself inside you as far as he could. He moved one hand to your right hip and the other stroked up your back.

“How’s that?” Your answer was a pitiful, little groan so he thrust his hips a little. “Come on. Use your words.”

“Good, but I feel like I want you to move…” It was so nice to feel full and you wanted friction to go with it.

“Then get back up.”

You forced yourself back up onto your hands and turned your head to look at him over your shoulder.

He raised an eyebrow, watching your eyes darken as he pulled out before quickly thrusting back into you. It was hard enough that you let out a yelp and were rocked forward a bit, having to tighten your grip on the pew so you didn’t face plant on it.

“Oh, God!” You cried, arching back into him.

“Okay, fine, you can call me that and Max.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he found a steady pace against you, loving the way you practically bounced with each thrust.

You were too gone to even acknowledge what he said, and he really didn’t mind since that meant he was turning you on. He slid a hand underneath you so he could rub at your clit, angling his thrusts to stroke over your G spot.

He was trying to keep it together, but you were sexy, and so wet, and so fucking into it that he couldn’t help the noises you were pulling out of him; every whine, every moan, was worth being able to fuck into your tight, wet pussy in the middle of the fucking church.

He could feel your walls fluttering around his cock already since you were so wound up in general and worked up from his mouth, and like hell he was gonna deny you this time.

The thought of you squeezing down on his cock encouraged him to move faster, the sound of his hips slapping into your ass echoing through the sanctuary.

“Max! I’m—I’m—” Your orgasm was too powerful for you to even warn him about, only able to let out a cry as you clenched tight around him.

“Holy shit.” He hissed at the way your cunt gripped him like a fucking vice, the way he felt you squirt all over yourself and his dick.

He could feel it dripping down your thighs and his, spurring him on further as he easily thrust into you.

The sound of your wet cunt filling the room was even better and he let himself get completely lost in you, grunting and whining at how good you felt.

“Oh, God. Oh, God!” Maybe he was doing that part a bit on purpose, but he had no choice but to let his hips lose their rhythm as he just focused on seeking out his orgasm. “Fuck. Tell me where to come, now.”

You didn’t answer at first as you were still coming down from your orgasm. He quickly started rubbing your sensitive clit again to grab your attention and you gasped, “Inside me, please.”

He wanted to fall to his knees and fucking worship you for that, leaning down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades before he stood up to drive into you desperately. It only took a few more thrusts before he was shoving himself into you as deeply as he could, letting out a loud, long groan as he spilled his load into you.

The two of you stayed like that for a second, both panting, both with your eyes shut tightly.

But Max still wanted to fall to his knees in worship.

He regrettably pulled out of you and moved to kneel down, holding onto your ass to keep you still as he leaned in, immediately lapping the mixture of his and your cum from your cunt.

You let out a whimper so pretty that he could’ve gotten hard again if it was possible. He just focused on cleaning you up with his tongue, licking into your cunt until he was satisfied with his work.

He enjoyed a good eyeful of your pussy and ass and decided he wanted to inspect you more in the future, moving to his feet.

“Your sins are absolved.” His words were followed by a slap to your ass before he tucked himself back into his pants.

You moaned and stood up fully, turning to see that he was holding your dress out to you. Part of you wanted to ask if that was it, craving more despite how much he’d just offered you, but you stayed silent and put your dress back on.

You walked up to the altar when he just stared at you, grabbing your panties off and moving to step into them. There was a tap on your shoulder before you could and you turned to face Max, who was now holding a collection plate and grinning mischievously.

“We’re collecting if you want to help the church. I, for one, would love to put those on my face later and jack off.”

You gaped at him for a moment before slowly smiling and laughing softly, dropping the lace into the collection plate. “I should probably go…”

He nodded, but put his free hand on the side of your face and guided you into a deep kiss, licking into your mouth with remnants of cum on his tongue. It made you moan and he was honestly fucking surprised you didn’t have your own cult of people begging to have you.

“Come back. Just ask for me.” He smirked at your dazed nod and kissed you again before slapping your ass, nudging you up the aisle.

You walked to the door with a bit of a gap between your thighs, finding that the door didn’t seem as heavy as before. You glanced at him over your shoulder before walking out and letting the oak shut behind you.

Max just smirked to himself and chuckled, both satisfied and proud. He looked to the side of the room when he heard a creak, smile not faltering in the slightest even as an older, enraged-looking priest stepped out of the confessional booth. “Hey, pops.”

“Father Phillips, this is unacceptable.” He was red in the face from anger or perhaps something else.

“Is that a crucifix in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Max’s jovial expression did twitch a little bit when the priest let out a growl, and he slowly slid back a step and took your underwear out of the collection plate. “She needed me, buddy! What was I supposed to do, let her walk around all wound up?”

“You weren’t supposed to fornicate with a parishioner in the middle of the fuck—” He immediately stopped his crass words when the other side of the confessional opened and out stepped a small, elderly woman.

Max had honestly forgotten she was in there, but raised his eyebrows in surprise when he noticed the way she was eyeing him.

It was probably the wink he sent her that took him from probably exiled to definitely exiled, based on the way the head priest cried,

“Get out!”

#max phillips x reader #max phillips imagine #max phillips fic #bloodsucking bastards imagine

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savnofilter · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 2

b. katsuki

☠️ warning(s): 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤, bathroom sex, mirror sex, rough sex, squirting, established relationship.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 1.8k words [7 minutes, 10 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary)

☠️ summary: after what felt like a long time (week) of you ignoring him over an argument, bakugo finally took the chance to fuck you in at the halloween party hosted by his friends.

To explain how you were clinging onto your boyfriend and moaning out as he rutted into you at a sharply, fast, pace. Your back was pressed up the bathroom’s mirror, his thrusts so forceful he was worried that you two were going to break the mirror. A whole day’s worth of teasing and irking Bakugo had paid him off, the done deal being the clothing that dressed your legs and lightly gave the thiccness of your thighs the squeeze he loved to see.

It was almost comical. The car ride was almost silent, his eyes and hands struggling to keep themselves as he endured your wordless sassy-ness towards. The fact that you two had broken out into an argument before you had left the house and it was now you guys were hoping to the new location of Mina’s party and you were looking absolutely spectacular.

Besides, Bakugo has to hold himself back.

All-day he had to watch you parade around in your revealing outfit, the rendition no other than his own hero suit. Your skirt was cute but short, the obvious tank top accentuated your body and chest, the small but appropriate gauntlets lifting the creativity of the outfit along with the decorative mask. He had to proudly admit, you looked downright sexy and there was no debating about it. The problem was that he couldn’t touch you, at least that’s what your silent treatment towards him said. Bakugo wasn’t one to overstep boundaries, rather hearing you beg and ask him for more was a better alternative anyway.

Bakugo let out a breath of relief once you guys finally rolled up to Kaminari’s house, his clenched hands around the steering wheel calming down as he’s finally able to get out the tense care. He didn’t notice he was holding in his breath this whole time, or the fact his fists were clenched so tight they had turned white. The sight made you grin to yourself, unbuckling yourself and dropping down the mirror to look at yourself in the skimpy costume. He gave you a side-eye, his eyes appreciating the unique stretch your chest gave the material of the tank top, no matter your size successfully filling it out. He practically hopped out his seat once his door was open, not wanting to be the one to succumb to the silent challenge you had started.

Over what?! He didn’t know himself. All he could see was how the outfit made you look more beautiful than he had anticipated, figuring after last week's argument on whether or not you could’ve left the house in that one bra top you had insisted completely flew out his head without further thought. All he could think about now was the burning desire to pin you up somewhere inappropriate and fuck you there, leaving you to clench your thighs together to keep his cum from dripping anywhere that was to the public eye.

His eyes followed you from the moment you left the car on your own accord, not sparing him a glance as you walked into the party’s threshold. It took everything in him to not follow you closely, trying to show you he had control -- or rather convince himself. Bakugo growled before rolling his eyes, knowing that at some point at the other you guys would cross paths anyways.

“You look so amazing, Y/N! I bet Bakugo is going to be all over you by the end of the night, I know I would~” Ashido teased you, quirking her brows to tease you and make you giggle.

“We’ll see how it goes...” You teased back, glancing towards your boyfriend with a more than secretive look only he could read. You knew he was going to watch you, the feeling and thought exciting you.

After a long night of him unabashedly gawking at you, he had managed to whisk you away into the bathroom~ and fuck you raw. He held no remorse immediately sealing a kiss over your mouth and pressing his plump needing lips. His rough hands went to grab your thighs, not giving you enough time to melt into the kiss as he moved them down, his fingers dipping into the bands of the socks you wore that mocked his costume.

“You think you’re so fucking cute? Wearing this shit and teasing me all night?” He growls against your skin, nipping at the spot and roughly sucking on it. Your lips quirked up into a mischievous smile, breathy moans coming from your lips.

“Mmm, is it me or my clothes, Katsuki~?” You sass back. You knew what you were getting yourself into, the added excitement of someone possibly walking in while Bakugo was getting ready to fuck your brains out.

“Shut up.” He curtly responds, pulling away so he could work at getting your clothes off. His hands coming up to fiddle with the fashionable that sat on your waist, shirking off your skirt once he got it done, moving to get your top and shoulder parts off as well, the gauntlets staying on. You weren’t going to let him be the only one to undress, pressing up against him and leaning up to kiss him again. You bit onto his bottom lip and sucked on it, humming in delight when he took the opportunity to let his tongue wander into your mouth. Soon enough when you guys were both decently undressed, walking back before you could hit the sink, his hands hoisting you up on it and spreading your legs far enough so he could fit in it.

Both of your tongues battled for dominance, the two muscles seemingly not backing down from the same grudge that was held before. Bakugo had taken the time when he realized you were distracted to quickly align himself with your opening and thrusting into your dripping sex. He couldn’t help but smirk at how slick your hot core was, your stuck-up attitude being nothing but an act. Your tongue relaxed enough to be taken for him and dart his tongue to the back of your throat to poke at the sensitive walls. You choked at the feeling, your eyes blowing wide and nails digging into his bare shoulders to beg for mercy.

“Mmf--!” You tried pushing him back, him only doing so when he started to run out of air. You glared heavily at him as you both held the same look, a string of saliva connecting your panting mouths with wordless tension between you two. The string snapped when your head tilted back against the mirror, whimpering at the dull pain it caused you and only earning you a mocking chuckle from him. He lifted your thighs to your body, leaning up to watch your thicc thighs press against your folded body.

His hands were precisely placed to wear your thighs stopped at the middle of your thighs, his hands gripping the area tightly, his eyes admiring your body and all its glory. He hadn’t realized-a lie-about how much he missed seeing your body. You had taken up since that day a week ago you had silently declared that he would have to earn seeing you again although you guys lived in the same apartment.

Both of your brain cells left the room, the blue balls he had suffered were finally taking its advantage on you and you could never skip a good quickie with your boyfriend no matter the occasion. It was almost silent in the room minus the sound of his skin roughly slapping against yours and the shameless moans that left your mouth, his grunts accompanying your noises here and there. No fun banter added.

He made the dramatic motion of him pulling out randomly to confuse you, carefully dropping your thighs and dropping them down. Bakugo turns you around to bend you over and face the mirror, your brows rising and your breath hitching at the more than disheveled look of only about 15 minutes passing of you two being in that bathroom alone. He lifted one of your thighs and rested it on the sink again and thrust into you again. Your jaw dropped at the feeling, his cock hitting your g-spot at the angle he knew drove you crazy. Your eyes rolled back as he continued, his hands coming up and tugging your head back at an awkward angle to keep you watching yourself get fucked by him while also deeming his control over you at that moment.

Watching as your tits bounced with each motion, your bra failing to keep in place and had eventually let your breasts spill from his brute force. You shivered trying to hold onto the bars sink trying to brace yourself against his thrusts. He focused on so many things, leaving your cunt throbbing in wanton need as he exposed you and forced you to endure all the teasing you gave to him tenfold. Your words almost broken, not taking a super bright person to understand what you were trying to moan out.

“Are you going to fucking cum, babe?” He asks, tilting his head and talking in your ear, his warm breath teasing your skin and making you cringe. You nodded your head to the best of your ability, eyes watching his dark and lustful gaze, gladly taking his sadistic look without complaint. “Cum.”

Your body was rocked into oblivion. It took you some guidance, your hand coming down to rub your clit and making you cum in anticipation. Your moans were shaken as you finished, the push of your bladder giving you the push to squirt against your familiar fingers, your cum being able to coat the glass, and the rest in front of you with your liquid. The tight squeeze of your cunt provided a pussy-pocket like a squeeze, holding in his final grunt to pull out and cum on your bum, moving his hips to jerk some onto your thigh and some drips onto your socks. You grunt rolling your neck when his hand leaves its grip in your hair.

You breathed out once you were finished, the release of adrenaline catching up with you. He leaned against you while being able to keep himself up, nuzzling your neck and pressing his cock against you. You turn your head to look at his mess on your body, frowning as you attempt to wipe some of the jizz that stained your sock to no avail and pouting as it dawns upon you at the mess you two had made. “Aw… look at what you did Katsuki-”

“I wasn’t the only one in here!” He snaps back, narrowing his eyes at you and rolling his eyes at your annoying pout. He rests your thigh down and kisses your shoulder, his hands rubbing your hips and grinding his hard-on that somehow still packing an erection with the load he just blew. He laughed humorlessly as he looked at your astounded expression, his arms wrapping around your waist as he slowly sinks cock back into your cunt, enjoying the way your face twists in pleasure. He holds you in place as he kisses his way up your ear, his hips slowly rocking into you before taunting you in your ear.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

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cowboyified · 3 years ago

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ooooh, could i combine two of those prompts? "these clothes are ridiculous" with "where's your sense of adventure?" otherwise, just one of those! :) thanks

The town is still accepting visitors when they arrive, the grassy parking lot full of eight-seater SUVs and minivans with stick figure family bumper stickers. The squeak of the car door turns a dozen longhorn heads from the paddock beside the makeshift lot, chewing grass languidly while they watch Sam and Dean organise themselves.

"Two people have died and they're still open. Talk about priorities." Sam tucks his Taurus into the back of his pants.

Dean's rummaging through the trunk for supplies, salt and holy water and split tipped bullets. There's something possessing the animatronics.

"Can you believe Bobby never took us here as kids?"

"The salvage yard is three hours away, I don't think he would have survived the road trip, let alone the babysitting,"

Knowing Bobby, he would have planted his ass in the saloon and let them off leash, two outlaw brothers strolling into town ready to wreak havoc. Babysitting is probably not the right word for it.

"You're not taking the Colt," Sam asks disbelieving, as he watches Dean tuck the long barrel into his waistband.

"Dude, it's thematically appropriate."

A woman in period-themed skirts greets them at the door, informs them it'll be twenty-four dollars for adults unless they want to stay the night in the hotel and Dean's eyes light up comically, elbows Sam in the side.

Sam forks over cash for the room. It'll be easier to do their job after dark, anyway. Dean is grinning like he can't keep it off his face and Sam's is quietly amused, figuratively patting himself on the back for finding a case so catered.

If he knew one of the conditions of entry was costume hire he might have hesitated.

"These clothes are ridiculous," Sam says, running his hands over a cheaply made bandolier with fake spray painted, foam bullets.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Dean says, already strapping a holster to his waist, forgoing the shelf of plastic Peacemakers for the real deal.

His brother doesn't go overboard this time, gives the serape rack a wide berth. He picks an embroidered vest, tightened around the back in a way that does something to his waist. Worn over a cotton shirt, buttoned down three or four inches. It's all still terribly gaudy, but that's pretty unavoidable.

Sam lets Dean pick him a hat.

The town is honestly impressive. All original buildings, schoolhouse with desks, undertakers with a coffin lined porch, blacksmiths and horses hitched to posts where children can sit on their backs for a dollar. There's a guy performing lasso tricks in front of the white clapboard church at the end of the street.

The animatronics say their recorded lines, move in jerky mechanical shakes and Sam has to restrain himself from tugging the kids back by the collars of their shirts, installing a rope fence.

They eat in the authentic nineteenth century train carriage slash diner and wait for the sun to set so they can start the real work.

Their room is bed and breakfast style, wrought iron bed frames and crocheted quilts that look scratchy and uncomfortable. Dean unbuttons his vest, unbuckles his holster and drops it on the bed.

Sam's smiling at him from the door and Dean looks back at him confused. They'd drunk rotgut whiskey with their arms pressed together, leant heavy against the bar of the saloon and Sam has always been susceptible to impulsive decisions after being around his brother in a good mood for extended periods of time.

"You alright there, cowboy?" Dean asks him, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

Sam covers the distance, bats the hat off his brother's head and kisses him.

#you absolutely can but only if im allowed to use it as an excuse to make it about cowboys #my words #wincest #thank you though this prompt made me smile when i saw it #channelling that brokeback mountain post the other day #if anyone has been to 1880 town SD let me know if i did it justice #pretty sure you cant stay there but theres a cowboy town in NZ that i desperately want to go to where you can hire out the whole place #for weddings and stay overnight with 50+ guests so if any mutuals want to get gay married hmu

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kingsuckjin · 4 years ago

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Wait Your Turn

Pairing: maknae line x reader

Genre: all smut, friends to lovers

About: it's Jungkook's birthday and you, Jimin, and Taehyung want to show him a good time... which may or may not include a game of truth or dare, a sex doll, and a little degradation for the youngest.

Warnings: foursome, voyurism, double penetration, degradation (m&f), sex doll fucking and oral sex, an R rated game of truth or dare, cum kink, sub!kook AND dom! Kook, sub!reader, dom!Tae, dom!Jimin, reader has nipple rings, hair pulling, dirty talk, fingering (f recieving), oral sex (f&m recieving)

Words: 4k

A/N: this fic was supposed to be out in September I think, oops

"Jin, Hoseok, get off of the countertop!" Namjoon scolded from the living room as you all watched them drunkenly dance. No one could take Namjoon's demand seriously though with the way he was laughing holding the beer can. He was absolutely plastered, but so were the two dancing on the counter.

Tae and Jungkook sat cross legged on the floor trying to see who could slap the other harder.

"And over here we have our pain kink boys." You snorted, causing Namjoon to nearly spit out his beer and Jimin gave a little devious laugh from where you sat on his lap.

It was getting wild in here, music was blaring, balloons that had been strung up were now torn down into the floor or popped, Yoongi had went to his room hours ago and fallen asleep. For some reason there was an armless, legless, headless sex doll someone had bought for Jungkook's birthday as a joke, and it simply just lay on the dining room table very casually.

You swore Jungkook kept looking at where you were perched on Jimin's lap… or maybe he was just trying to look up your skirt from where he sat on the floor, either way you didn't mind. You were slightly buzzed and in a turned on mood.

You watched as Jungkook's eyes flickered to you again after another slap to the face from Taehyung.

You made sure he was watching as you placed your hand on Jimin's knee. You and Jimin were friends, but you had a tendency to constantly flirt with each other seeing as you were both just flirty people.

Jimin responded by moving his hand that was around your waist and moving it to the hem of your skirt.

"Do you want to play with them or me?" Jimin whispered into your ear. You knew he was talking about Jungkook and Jin on the floor. You smiled slyly a little at his question before turning, cupping your hand over his ear and replying

"Why not all of you?"

You backed away and he gave you a wink.

"So when are you two finally going to fuck?" Namjoon scoffed at you and Jimin.

"Who knows." Jimin smirked. "Why, jealous?"

"No, a little grossed out." The older one joked back before glancing over at the two who were on the counter, now passed out and almost cuddling. "I'm going to head to bed so I don't have to watch you two deviants fucking in front of me.

"Your loss." Jimin retorted but Namjoon simply just got up and walked away.

"Hey." Jimin gave the two men on the floor a devious look. "Since it's Jungkook's birthday let's make it one he will remember."

Jungkook's eyes went wide with surprise as Jin agreed.

"Kook you in?" You asked him and watched as his eyes flickered to where Jimin's thumb was doing slight circles on your bare skin.

"Yes." He said simply as he looked back at your face.

"Little warm up of truth or dare first?" Jimin suggested "but without the boring truths, only dares. Jungkook you can even go first."

"Well what's okay to do?"

"Anything." Jimin replied.

You could see the cogs turning in his head as he thought of something.

"I dare you to kiss Taehyung."

Jimin sighed as he got down from the sofa and onto the floor.

Tae was making teasing kissing noises until Jimin grabbed him by the face and pulled him into his lips. The kiss was brief, but long enough to stun you.

"My turn!" Jimin announces and sets his eyes on Jungkook "I'll start easy. Get as close as you can to your noona's face without kissing her for a whole minute."

You looked at Jungkook who blushed a little at the term noona. You wondered if that's what he called you to the other boys in private.

"Is- Is that okay?" He asked you and you motioned for him to come on over as you got onto the floor to sit beside him.

You both leaned in and your eyes automatically shut. You never felt his lips touch yours, but you could feel his breath on your lips.

God how you wanted to kiss him, you've wanted to for such a long time. You wanted to know if his lips were as delicate and as soft as you thought compared to his muscular hard body. You really like to have him all pressed up against you, warm skin, his nervous breaths, his-

"Times up!"

You pulled back at Jimin's announcement and felt your cheeks get warm at the thoughts you had about poor Kookie just now. You took your spot back on Jimin's lap even though you both now just sat on the floor. "Taehyung, your go."

"Jimin, I dare you to touch her bare boob." He said with full confidence without hesitation.

You and Jimin doubled over in laughter.

"What?" Taehyung asked.

"Nothing," you tried your best to curb your laughter.

"It just seemed a little childish." Jimin grinned.

"Just wait until my next turn then." Tae grumbled as you pulled the collar of your short away from you to let Jimin's hand in from behind you. His hands were slightly cooler than your skin, nearly making you shudder.

Jimin went wide eyed and gasped as soon as his hand brushed over your nipple.

"Ohhhh!" Jimin seemed delighted as he let out some giggles.

"What?" Jungkook tilted his head in curiosity.

"Noona's got a secret." Jimin's sing song voice made you roll your eyes.

"Does she have her nipples pierced?" Taehyung guessed and Jimin smirked at him. "She does!"

It was almost comical how delighted the two seemed. You looked over at Jungkook to see his wide eyed deer caught in the headlights look at your clothes chest.

"Right, well I'm taking my hand out of here because Tae didn't give me a time." He retrieved his hand from inside your shirt and bra. "Y/n you're next."

"Jungkook." You seemed to snap him from his gaze at your chest, he looked utterly lost for a moment. Jimin leaned into your ear and cupped his hand between his mouth and your ear so the others couldn't see what he was saying.

"Tell him to take off his pants." He whispered.

"Is that cheating? He can't give her ideas, right?" Jungkook asked before even knowing what Jimin had told you.

"I'll allow it." Tae shrugged.

"Jungkook take off your pants." You demanded.

The youngest gave Jimin a brief dirty look as he stood and began to undo his jeans.

As he slid them off you could see that he looked half hard.

He sat back down and folded his pants neatly before placing them on the floor beside him.

You knew from the look on Jungkook's face he was going to get payback on jimin for asking you to dare him to do that, and it was his turn.

"Noona" To your surprise Jungkook looked at you and even called you noona unabashedly.

"I dare you to not sit on Jimin's lap for the rest of the game."

"Oh come on." Tae and Jimin complained in unison

"that was such a weak dare, and I was the one with the boob dare." Taehyung whined at kook but you simply just moved off of Jimin's lap knowing Jungkook let you off easily.

"You jealous Jungkookie?" Jimin lifted a brow at him. "You wish your noona was sitting on your lap?"

"Jungkook is jealous." Tae helped Jimin in teasing him.

"Who's next?" You asked.

"Me." Jimin states and looks at Jungkook "Tae" the name catches you off guard as he still looks at the youngest, you now guess it's to gauge his reaction to what's about to come out of his mouth. "Take y/n to the closet and finger her for three minutes. If you can make her cum then you don't have to take your pants off, but of you don't then say goodbye to your pants."

Taehyung looks at you and you give him a nod.

He stands and helps you to your feet and leads you off towards the closet.

You close the door leaving the two of you alone in the dark.

Taehyung wasted no time in yanking your skirt up around your waist. He grabs one of your thighs and wraps it around his waist before dipping a hand into your pants.

You hadn't realized how wet you were until you heard the sounds as his fingers dove into your core. You both didn't have time for teasing or games, and you could tell from the quick movements of Tae's fingers inside of you and his thumb rubbing your clit that he was on a mission.

It felt good, it felt so good and you were very turned on, but it seemed so rushed.

You did your best to let go of your tension and concentrate on the moment and how his fingers were masterfully working you, but the metaphorical ticking clock made it hard to relax.

You tightened around him as you got into it more and felt yourself getting closer.

"Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers, make a mess on them." He urged.

"I'm so close" you whined and gripped his shirt "so fucking clos-"

"Times up." You heard Jimin call from outside the closet.

Taehyung sighed and stopped before carefully pulling his fingers out of you. He whipped them haphazardly on his shirt before trying to help you fix your skirt and underwear. Jimin continued to nag for you both to come out of the closet.

You swung the door open to see both Jimin and Jungkook standing right there.

"It didn't sound like you got her off Tae." Jimin slyly pointed out.

Taehyung looked annoyed at Jimin.

"Let's move this to Jungkook's room, I don't want those guys waking up and wondering why half of us are pantless." He stated.

"Okay." Jungkook agreed but Jimin was already taking off down the hall.

Once inside, you realized Taehyung was missing only for him to walk in with the rubber torso sex doll in his hands. He tossed it onto Jungkook's bed before locking the door, stripping down to his underwear even though his pants were only supposed to come off, and tossing the clothes to the floor.

"I told you this next one we'd would be better." He stated as the three of you looked at it lying on the bed "Jimin, go down on the doll for three minutes."

"Watch me be able to make it cum." Jimin joked as he settled on the bed and you all sat around him. It was no doubt a shot at Taehyung.

You watched as Jimin bent over and began lick slowly up the rubber slit before placing kisses with his full lips along it. It was almost mesmerizing the way he did it so passionately. Then came the quiet licking and sucking noises along with Jimin's quiet moans. With every moan it sent tingles through you and made you clench around nothing.

You looked around at the other two to see Jungkook looking just as focused as you had been, mouth slightly open in his stare. Taehyung didn't look too impressed though as he watched the clock on his phone he had pulled out. Your eyes went to Jungkook once more which had caught you looking at him, you watched his throat bob as he swallowed.

"Time." Tae announced.

Jimin wiped his own spit from around his chin as he acted like he didn't just eat a doll out like it was an Olympic sport.

"Noona, your turn." Jungkook points out, still calling you by that which you were starting to kind of like if you were being honest.

"Tae, since I can't, I dare you to sit on Jimin's lap." You had decided. Taehyung scooted right onto Jimin's lap.

"Jungkook it's your turn, don't be a pussy with this one." Taehyung commented.

"Noona, take off your clothes."

You blinked at Jungkook and the suddenness of his words.

"All of them?" You asked as you began to strip down.

"All of them… if that's okay." He confirmed.

You knew they were all watching you as you shed yourself of your bra and underwear and exposed them to the cool air and to their eyes.

Jungkook wouldn't look away from your body and that only turned you on more.

"Want to touch her Jungkook?" Jimin asked him and you watched as Jungkook's throat bobbed again with a swallow before answering quietly.

"Yes"

"Taehyung, I dare you to suck her pierced nipples for an undesignated amount of time." Jimin announced knowing fully that he was toying with Jungkook, you all knew at this point. You were all pretty much in on it now.

You turned to face Taehyung who left left Jimin's lap to sit between your legs.

He laid you back onto the bed, leaning over so that he was on top of you. You felt his warm breath on your just for a split second. Your nipple ring clicked against his teeth as he took it into his mouth.

You couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he used his tongue to play with the bud and ring.

"Noona." You thought Jungkook was calling for you until you realized how desperate and needy he sounded. He was *whining for you.*

Taehyung released your nipple with a pop "Jimin, touch Jungkook. Don't let him cum. Jungkook, you aren't allowed to touch yourself from here on out. That's a dare." Directly after Taehyung spoke he moved onto the untouched nipple as you watched Jungkook take his shirt off and Jimin sit behind him.

Taehyung's underwear was the only thing separating him from slipping into you as he grinded his hips into yours.

Jimin slipped his hand from behind Jungkook into the elastic band. You could see now that Jungkook was very much hard. There was a bottle of lube laying beside where they sat that you hadn't seen them take out, but you could hear the wetness of. as Jimin jerked him under the screen of his underwear.

Taehyung bit down on your nipple slightly, earning him another moan from you.

Jungkook's legs were spread so you could see every pump of his cock Jimin was giving him.

"You like it when we play with your noona?" Jimin teased him.

"Yes but I want her." Jungkook whined as he panted.

The sound of his words along with Taehyung going at your nipple only made you try to buck your hips into his harder.

"You can have her when we're done with her. You can watch us fuck your precious whore noona."

"Ahhh." Jungkook let out as he now bucked into Jimin's hand.

You had an idea.

"I want to see Jungkook fuck the doll." You demanded.

Taehyung lifted up off of you and switched places with Jimin as Jungkook took off his underwear prompting the others to finish undressing too.

Taehyung positioned the torso to lay right beside you as Jimin now knelt fully naked between your legs.

Jungkook was handed the bottle lube which he made sure to coat his cock in. You got to watch as he stroked himself for a moment before Taehyung yelled at him.

You felt a sudden wet warmth of a tongue slide between your folds and you realized Jimin's head was between your legs. He was using those beautiful full lips you.

You gasped a little before letting out a whimper, just in time to watch Jungkook's slick dick slide into the pussy of the doll.

The way that Jimin was eating you out with such grace and ferocity all at once was making your spread knees begin to quiver.

You wondered where Taehyung was for a moment until you felt a pull on your hair, forcing you to face the opposite direction. Tae had his cock patiently waiting for your mouth to open. The moment you opened your mouth, he shoved himself into your throat all at once. He used his hand entangled in your hair to make your head move up and down on his length.

"Jungkook, what do you think of your noona's mouth full of my cock?"

"Noona" You couldn't see him but you could hear his groan of pleasure perfectly.

You were close once again, so incredibly close that you didn't know if you could stop yourself this time. You pulled Taehyung out of your mouth just to tell them.

"Don't cum baby, that's for Jungkook." Jimin told you.

"You think we could both fit inside of you baby?" Taehyung stroked himself by your face now.

"Please? Please." You begged with your voice hoarse.

Taehyung came around behind Jimin who was forced to press himself into your body to make room for Taehyung. Jimin held completely still as Taehyung lube himself up and attempted to cramp himself into your pussy with Jimin's cock.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth at the burning stretch.

"Noona? Stop hyung, hold on." Jungkook had stopped thrusting into the silicone torso beside you.

"You alright?" Jimin seemed concerned as well.

"I'm fine, keep going it's okay." You said but they still gave you a moment to adjust until you asked them to move.

Once they began to move together, the feeling of two cocks inside of you, filling you and stretching you was like nothing else.

"Look at Jungkook, baby. Look at him wishing he was inside of you." Jimin.

You watched Jungkook beside you still thrusting away, eyes shut and a moaning mess.

"You want to kiss her kook? Why don't you tell her what you said about her in private. I'll let you kiss her if you tell her."

"No hyung. I-I don't remember."

Suddenly Jungkook's head was forced back by Taehyung leaning forward and grabbing the back of his hair to make him look at you instead of down at the mattress.

"You said you really like her, didn't you Kookie?" Tae teasingly questioned.

"Y-yes." He answered.

You watched as Jimin smirked at him from on top of you before facing you again.

You could see from the evil look in Jimin's eye that he was up to no good, but it was so hard to pay too much attention with both Jimin and Taehyung thrusting into and stretching your abused pussy.

Jimin’s soft, plump lips were on yours and his tongue was in your mouth. Your mouth tried to keep up with his, but you couldn't stop moaning.

You could hear Jungkook's whimpers as Jimin withdrew his lips from yours and looked you right in the eyes, biting his reddened bottom lip a moment.

"Oh Jungkook, I can't even begin to tell you how good she feels." He closed his eyes and let out an exaggerated moan "such a good girl for us, so wet and warm and a good little whore."

You couldn't help but squeeze around both of them at the praise which triggered Taehyung to cum in a fit of crowns and curses before pulling out of you carefully.

You squeezed your eyes shut to focus all your power on not coming too. Jimin was now whispering filthy things in your ear while fucking into you hard as you felt Taehyung's cum begin to leak out of you. You saw Jungkook watching your fingers tangle in the sheets with a fucked out look on his face as you struggled to hang on.

"Want me to cum all over you whore? I'll leave the mess for Jungkook." Jimin's breath on your ear was giving you goosebumps.

You heard a loud cracked moan come from him only to look over to see him struggling to thrust into the torso, he was sweating bullets and looking well past his limit.

"Hyung, let me have her please, please. Fuck I just want inside of her once." He pleaded.

"You can stop and kiss her if you want." Jimin offered him.

You watched as Jungkook's sticky, reddened cock pulled out of the silicone pussy before he crawled on up to your face.

You took him by the shoulder and pulled him into your face from the side, wasting no time in finally clashing your tongues together hungrily.

You both moaned into each other's mouths and jungkook's lips moved with yours as Jimin's thrusts began to get so strong they made you bounce upward.

"Move Kook" Jimin demanded and Jungkook ripped his lips away from yours, sat back on his knees and watched as Jimin pulled out of you. Jimin shot ribbon after ribbon of warm cum all over your bare stomach.

The thick white fluid pooled into your belly button. Jimins hand went to Jungkook's hair making him lower his head onto your torso.

The youngest glanced up at you through his hair before he began to lick up the fluid from your body, once all gone Jimin released his grasp on him and stood up from the bed.

You looked around to see Taehyung had apparently left the room already and Jimin was throwing on his pants.

"Happy birthday kook." He gave him a smirk.

Jungkook now looked at you with wide eyes as if he didn't know what to do with you.

Once the bedroom door closed behind Jimin, Jungkook spoke.

"Are you okay noona? Do you need a break? Do you-"

"No. Please just fuck me Jungkook. Please fucking finish me, I'm begging you." You could almost cry, but luckily Jungkook listened to your pleas and crawled onto you.

He gave his still hard and le as king cocks a few good pumps with his hand that knocked the breath out of you before pushing into you.

He stayed still a moment inside of you with his eyes shut and you were worried he would cum right then and there, although he deserved to, it would still be a bit disappointing for you.

"I might not last long but I'm going to get you off." He promised as if he could read your mind. He began slow at first but quickly lost himself and plastered his lips to yours. In no time at all he was fucking you with your legs over his muscular shoulders so roughly that your head bumped into his headboard over and over, but neither of you cared.

You weren't sure if his need to be the best was coming into play right now or if he just fucked like that, but you were glad for it because you were bound to snap at any moment.

"You like that noona? You like when I fuck you nice and hard? You wanted my cock didn't you noona?" His voice seemed sweetly teasing as he pulverized you from the waist down.

"Fuck." This was it you felt it coming on.

"You gonna cum for only my cock?" He asked at the moment your orgasm took over.

"Fuck noona." His cock stiffened inside I'd you as he thrusted harder and faster. You were possibly screaming his name, but he seemed to enjoy it as you felt his strong pulsing squirts of his release. His last thrust he pushed himself hard into, you as if trying to bury his own seed deeper than Taehyung's.

"What the-" he had to pause to pant "-fuck. That felt so good."

"Happy birthday." You said through your own wild breathing. "We could definitely do this on a day that's not your birthday, if you want, just us."

"God what a lucky day." He laughed as he pulled out and laid down beside you. "Wait, are you going to leave and go to your room? Is that what this is?"

"No." You decided "no actually, I'd like to stay if that's okay. I might need a shower."

He pointed the direction of the bathroom attached to his room.

"While you do that I'll change the sheets." He looked at the fluid spotted sheets and grimaced before looking at the silicone torso on the edge of the bed "and get rid of that thing."

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aliaslua · 4 years ago

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I see a new prompt list! Could I ask "Do you mind repeating that? I wanna hear you say my name again." And "Don’t be shy. I know you can take it like champ." (If it’s cool combining two) with bay Mikey and a fem!reader.

So… Uh… *clears throat* this got a bit out of hand hehe… It turned out way more smutty than initially planned… Guess I am in a Mikey mood. Hope you like it! ♡ Thank you so much for the incredible amount of support ♡

Urge

Michelangelo vs fem!reader

Warning: SMUT, +18. MINNORS DO NOT INTERACT!

How long would it take for him to finally break? How long would you have to keep pushing, provoking, teasing to the edge of your own limit until he finally pressed you against a wall and filled you with his full length? How long you still had to wait to hear him groaning in your ear, feel his hot heavy breathing against your neck?

You couldn't deny that his resistance until now was a little bit unexpected, Michelangelo always seemed like someone who would pick up the smallest signs of interest and run with it to the bedroom but until this very day, all your implicit and explicit trials were met with a flirty smile and a dismissive attitude. Maybe he felt intimidated, maybe he wasn't into you... Maybe he actually didn't understand your real intentions to this day? No, absolutely no. If there was still a small chance Mikey had uncertainties about your uncontrollable urge to be railed by him, those doubts would be completely clarified... Today.

The mini skirt and the high neck shirt were over the top but you had already decided that you would bet with your dignity tonight and if this last attempt wasn't fruitful, well… At least you could say you did your best.

The widened eyes that greeted you as you walked the lair were the perfect sign your outfit sent the right message and the unmistakable stutter in Leo's voice when he answered you where Mikey was also gave you the missing bust of confidence.

You busted the door of his room feeling the heat between your legs getting more and more preeminent, Mikey was laid in bed reading a comic you didn't have the time to distinguish. He received you with the same smirk that teased you all those weeks prior and this time you were not going home thirsty.

"Dawn baby, are you single?" He said, putting his comic down. You closed the door behind you and hopped in bed making a conscious effort to flash the orange panties you were wearing underneath the mini shirt. You saw him gag once you climbed his lap without any ceremony and placing both hands in his cheeks you plead your last favor:

"Fuck me. For God's sake, Mikey, just fuck me already."

His shocked expression was immediately replaced by a wide mischievous smirk that made your skin crawl.

"Took you long enough, don't you think?" He answered, already lifting your skirt to squeeze your but cheeks.

"... WHAT?" You said, filled with the rage of knowing you were being played with while mutually trying to suppress a visceral moan while he held you booty tight.

"I was teasing you, Baby… I needed you really wet and bothered when you finally decided to beg for my attention." He mocked you, taking your shirt off.

"What the fuck, Michelangelo!" You shouted, outraged with his game. You didn't even had the time to get mad at him, because just as the words let your mouth you felt his fingers glide through your panties, pressing the sensible pearl between your legs making your next sound a suppressed moan.

"Do you mind repeating that? I wanna hear you say my name again." Mikey asked as he drew small circles in your precious spot. You bit your lip arching your back, the suppressed horniness making your body tremble.

He removed your bra, kneading your breast with his free hand, he then held you closer by the waist taking one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking the tip gently as if he was tasting you. This time your moan could not be suppressed and the sound made him chuckle lightly, he slowly glides your soaking wet panties to the side, feeling the raw skin of your labia with his tick digits, the pressure in between your legs starts to build and your open mouth is drying in contact with the air.

He teases your entry with his fingers for a while as you try to contain your urge to just seat in his finger so you can be filled, you can feel his smiling against your breast, still playing with your nipples with his tongue and lips.

"It looks like I may have left you waiting for too long, Babycakes… You're so wet I can smell you from here." As he teased you once again that night,you felt his finger slide inside you and the feeling of the fiction in your walls made you hold a scream of pleasure.

"...f-fuck…" Was all you could say after some incomprehensible sounds left your mouth.

"You're so tight, Y/N…" Mikey said, biting your neck slightly and sucking vigorously your pulse "... but don’t be shy. I know you can take it like champ."

You felt his finger press that perfect spot inside you and just as you felt your release getting closer and closer, he took his finger off you.

"WHAT THE FU-" You started your complaint but he had already opened his zipper and released his member off his pants. It was big, hard and throbbing and you were so hypnotized by the side that when he raised you effortlessly in the air and placed you right on top of his member you screamed in surprise.

The pleasure was immeasurable. The amazing stretch, the feeling of being utterly filled and the grip of your walls against his hot dick made you see stars.

The next minutes were filled with your moans and his groans, the air thickening with each stroke and the unmistakable noise made by his bed as you ride him to oblivion.

Once he started to simultaneously pinch your nipples lightly you knew the pressure in your lower belly was about to be released, he kept the ritm firm and gentle and when your last moan announced your orgasm, he plead:

"Kiss me."

So you did and as your lips collapsed so did your legs and with his large member buried deep inside you, you came. Mikey followed after more two or three pumps and the feeling of his hot seed against your thighs and inside your pussy made you shiver.

You fell in the mattress right next to him, painting like you ran a marathon. He looked at you and smiled, holding you close to his chest.

"I've waited for this… for so long." You gasped for air, feeling his hard shel against your cheeks.

"I am sorry for keeping you waiting." He confessed "I promise I'll make it worth it."

"You already did!" You claimed.

"Oh no, my love… This is only round one."

#tmnt bayverse #michelangelo vs reader #tmnt smut #tmnt lemon #prompt list #requests are open

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taephilia · 4 years ago

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pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

genre: smut, demon/angel au (demon!taehyung, angel!reader)

word count: 2,084

warnings: sexual content (fingering, thigh grinding, hickeys), alcohol consumption, religious themes (specific to christianity), corruption kink if you squint, pov switches

a/n: i posted this on tae’s birthday but tumblr is annoying and didn’t let this show up in the tags so ahaha this is a repost :-)

You don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. The elders believe you’re just going through a late bloomer type of rebellious phase. Your friends think you’re just getting restless because of all of the, what they deem, ‘boring’ humans you’ve had to watch over for the past few centuries. You don’t know what it is but what you do know is that it feels like an itch you just can’t get rid of. It continues to come back and you’re constantly scratching at it, wondering when it will finally go away.

The bass from the music sends a thrum through your veins that you’ve never experienced before and the taste of the drink in your hand makes you grimace but the warm feeling you get in your chest urges you to continue drinking. The amount of heat produced from hundreds of bodies crowded together in one building is enough to cause sweat to run down your back and the smoke floating above everyone’s heads makes the air feel even heavier (whether it’s from these ‘vapes’ that you’ve heard so much of or smoke machines, you’re not sure). You’ve never understood why the mortals would willingly wait in absurdly long lines just to be in a club like this for hours whenever you looked down on them from the heavens. But now that you’re here on Earth, blending in with the humans and experiencing it for yourself, you now see that it’s a thrill like no other.

A hand on the small of your back makes you pause during your way back to the dance floor and when you look up, you’re met with the darkest, most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. Even in the dim lighting the stranger’s eyes look deep enough to drown in—and it almost feels like you are until they step closer to you and you realize that their eyes are not the only thing beautiful about them. When you refocus, you realize that the beautiful eyes belong to an equally beautiful man with an even more beautiful smile. A smile that’s directed right at you.

“Hey there, angel,” the man greets you, and even with the loud music and shouting, his low voice is clear as day to your ears. “Wanna dance?”

The pet name sends a shiver down your spine and it feels like your head’s about to fall off your shoulders from how eagerly you’re nodding. The handsome man pulls you on to the dance floor and presses his body close to yours, his hands resting on your waist as he helps you dance to the rhythm of the music. If it weren’t for the jarring bass, you definitely would have been able to feel just how hard your heart is pounding in your chest from his proximity and touch. He spins you around so that your back is up against his chest and when you feel his lips press a kiss into the bare skin of your shoulder, you find yourself wondering if this is what it felt like when Eve took that first bite of fruit from the Garden of Eden all those millenia ago.

Taehyung is bored. Humans are just so painfully mundane and predictable; the rich taking from the poor just to stay rich, officials arguing over politics and ethics and good and evil, middle-class people working themselves almost to the point of exhaustion and then consuming absurd amounts of alcohol just to relax. It’s old news, a cycle that they say they’ll break out of—even Taehyung himself said it when he was a mortal centuries ago. So he understands that need to stand out, to seek glory and free the human race from its metaphorical chains. But he’s a demon now and all humans seem to show him is that no matter how much they try to fight it, there will always be a small part of them that will reject the breaking of the cycle. And so it continues; sex, drugs, crime, war. He’s watched empires rise and fall, had roles both in the spotlight and in the shadows, and yet nothing ever changes. It’s comical at this point.

Besides, as much as Taehyung complains about these unfortunately dense humans, they’re the ones that keep him powerful. As long as he keeps bringing back souls or converting people ‘to the dark side’, he can continue to live this eternal life of luxury. Because hey, he’s a demon now so what does he care about breaking the human cycle?

He’s been enjoying his night at his favorite club so far, the large amount of alcohol that he’s already consumed only producing a buzz in his body but the sinful energy tonight is enough to make him feel like he’s drunk. But then something happens; a moment of clarity appears, like a beacon of light passing right by him, and when he looks up, he sees her. An ordinary human to any other ordinary human looking but to his well-trained eyes, he can just make out the very faint light from the halo hovering above her head. The clothing adorning her body only accentuates her innocent-looking features and before Taehyung can even process what his body is doing, he’s making his way over to her and his eyes remain glued to the halo above her head.

Taehyung hopes that by the end of the night, he’ll be able to watch it disappear.

You think you’re getting drunk. You’re not particularly sure since you’ve never had alcohol before but you definitely don’t feel the way you felt at the beginning of the night. But the thrum in your veins could also be because of the handsome man’s hands on your body. Taehyung, he had told you when you asked him his name. When you repeated it back to him, the way it effortlessly rolled off your tongue felt right. Taehyung stays at your side the entire night, offering endless drinks and endless energy to continue dancing with you, and the smile never leaves your face.

Your eyes begin to feel heavy and your body doesn’t feel the same as before but you can’t say that it feels bad, especially with the way that Taehyung’s lips feel on your neck right now. His grip on your hips is tight and when he shoves a leg in between yours and presses his thigh up against you, you experience a feeling of pleasure like no other and can’t help but to throw your head back and gasp.

“Does that feel good, angel?” Taehyung asks lowly in your ear as his hot breath fans out across the side of your face.

All you can do is whimper and nod in response. You want to ask him to do it again, to make that tingling in your body happen again, but the thought of asking for such a thing is enough to bring a warmth to your cheeks. What would the other angels think if they saw you in such a compromising position?

The pleading look in your wide eyes is enough to make Taehyung’s dick twitch in his pants. The crowd is pressing in on the two of you from all sides but Taehyung can’t even bring himself to shove them away. All he can focus on is the feel of your body in his hands and the whimpering sound that he wants to hear again and again. He kisses along the side of your neck, varying shades of red appearing soon after and making him smirk at the possessive marks. You’re like putty in his hands and Taehyung knows that it won’t take much more to push you over the edge and get you right where he wants you.

“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private,” he suggests, chuckling when you eagerly agree and allow him to lead you to whatever destination he had in mind. That destination being a private bathroom in the back of the club. The guards didn’t even blink an eye when the two of you walked past, perks of having a binding contract with the club owner.

Your hand wraps around his wrist before pulling him towards you, your lips on his in an instant as he picks you up and places you on the counter of the sink. Taehyung shoves the skirt that you’re wearing up your thighs so that it bunches at your hips, the fabric of your underwear on full display—along with your desire that’s soaking through it.

“Please Taehyung, want you to make me feel good,” you beg in an airy whisper. Your grip on his shoulders tightens when he squeezes at your inner thigh and Taehyung has to squeeze his eyes shut to contain the low growl that he was about to let out.

His cock is leaking in his pants but Taehyung pulls away, running his thumb along your jaw before it catches on your bottom lip that’s jutted out in a pout. “Give me a second, angel, I gotta lock the door,” he says as he turns the lock. “Wouldn’t want anyone walking in on us, right?”

When he turns around, he’s greeted by the sight of your parted legs and hooded eyes, your knuckles turning white from just how hard you’re gripping the edge of the counter. Taehyung’s never been to Heaven but if he had to guess, he would guess it feels a little something like this.

He can’t wait to see your fall from grace.

Taehyung’s lips feel too good on your neck. His hands feel too good on your body. He feels too good. Your head is spinning and your heart is pounding and you feel like you can’t breathe because he’s just so close and every bite and squeeze is just too much. Your hands roam around his body, across his broad shoulders, down his toned torso, and land on his hard cock. Even through his jeans it feels warm and just the thought of touching it is enough to make your mouth water.

There’s a voice in the back of your mind telling you to stop what you’re doing, that this is sacrilege, that you can’t turn back if you don’t stop right now—but you don’t want to stop. You want Taehyung to make you see stars, one’s that even God cannot make but he can. His lips detach from yours and you hear him laugh when you chase after them. You want him to keep kissing you, the feeling that you get from it is unlike anything else.

One of his hands slides down your body and lands on the fabric of your underwear, his fingers beginning to rub circles into your clit and you jerk at the feeling. The tingles in your body are stronger than before and the voice in your head telling you to stop gets louder but it’s drowned out by the loud moan that leaves your lips. When you look up at Taehyung, the positioning of his head in front of the bathroom light makes it look like there’s a halo of light surrounding him. But when your eyes meet his, what you see makes you grow cold.

There’s a devilish smirk on his face and a daunting aura surrounding him but his black eyes trigger your fight-or-flight instinct. The voice that was screaming at you in your head is loud, so loud, and you’re wondering if it was a trick of the light but just like that, his eyes are normal.

Two of Taehyung’s fingers enter you and your back arches, your chest pressing against his as he pumps them in and out of you. His gaze is concentrated on you as your face contorts in pleasure, your legs shaking as he brings you to euphoria. His thumb rubs circles into your clit while his other hand shoves your shirt down so that he can lick at your chest. The amount of stimulation is enough to bring you to the edge very quickly, your breath quickening as you approach your orgasm.

When Taehyung looks back up at you, he knows that his eyes are black again but you don’t even notice because your own are closed in bliss. You’re so cute. Taehyung is glad he decided to go out tonight.

“Where is your God now, pretty angel?” he mumbles against your collar, and if you hear him, you give no indication. He has you now. He can’t wait to watch your pretty wings burn.

“Go ahead and fall for me, love.”

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can i ask for a fem!demon slayer who accidentally falls for kokushibou and comically tries getting in his pants, to the dismay of literally everybody else, and fINALLY it works! nsfw please! irgh i feel like i'm asking for too much, and thanks in advance!

Stardust's comment: I read Kokushibou? Thank you for fueling my writing stamina *-*

Stardust’s comment2: I got this done for today so it might be a bit rushed! I just love the 3 highest upper moons so much ;;;

Kokushibou x reader NSFW: “Mine”

let the date begin!

It started out with a fight. Like with every demon you encountered. Never would you have thought you’d fall for one.

For hundreds of years, demons and slayers had been enemies. Yet the moment your eyes laid on him. He looked strong, intimidating. Yet more than anything his angry face seemed to hide so much pain. You did have a pretty good sight, it was your best advantage after all. You could see every micro movement of the demon’s face.

And as you both stared each other down you felt a certain tenderness instead of the terrifying fear that should have taken over you. That, that had the six eyed demon in front of you quite perplexed.

“-You’re not scared?.. He seemed surprised.

-Only scared of what that di- I mean- no, obviously. You stuttered out

-What?”

You face palmed inside at the fact that your first line was about to be a dirty joke. Only if you knew it wouldn’t be the only time.

It had been a few months that you came to the same place in the forest every day to meet with the giant. You had learnt his name -or at least his demon name- he was Kokushibou. He never told you a lot about his past, all you knew was that he was a very jealous and envious demon. Yet he showed a certain interest in you, hidden by a cover of an “interest for how pathetic humans are”.

After a bit he seemed to start smirking at your jokes. Tho you didn’t know if they were jokes anymore. Even as he was talking with another demon, which he had to dissuade from approaching you. You had come to learn the other demon’s name was Akaza. Well… Akaza did quickly end up disgusted by how touchy you were getting with the larger demon. Putting your hand gently on his arm so he wouldn’t draw his sword, being glued to his chest when you spoke to him. But what disgusted that striped demon even more was the fact that Kokushibou didn’t seem to mind. Even looking as if he enjoyed it.

Oh and was he chocked when he heard the dirty thinks you’d spill jokingly talking to the more powerful demon. Maybe someone else would have found it fun, he didn’t. He’d often lash out at you, calling you disrespectful and disgusting amongst other things, fleeing in submission as Kokushibou showed signs of a future fightback.

“-Are you okay? He asked, still as stoic.

- Yeah, I think.. I’m used to demons after all! You beamed. Maybe.. I could thank you in a special manner! You giggled

-Oh? -For once he seemed intrigued with your proposition.- And would you really do that?”

Your eyes opened wide. You couldn’t identify if he was serious or not about it, it was hard to see through him.

But oh. Your doubts disappeared went rough hands grabbed your hips, you could feel his sharp claws through your uniform. Blood rushed to your face as he leaned down close to your ear. His deep voice sounding like a growl.

“Maybe you really should. It’s a lot of teasing behaviors you’ve been showing me, after all.”

You could feel heat running to your core. His hands making their way behind you as he hoisted you up in his arms. He was rough and violent as he sat you on a rock shedding off your haori. If he gave into his instincts he’d have ripped it all away. But something inside of him wanted you dressed once he was done. He didn’t want anyone else than him to see you vulnerable. Thus calming his needs as he unbuttoned the uniform his mouth latching into the skin it exposed, not with an intent to kill but to mark you up. Biting and sucking at the skin. His tongue licking at the marks he left as his rough hands groped at your chest, making you let out a breathy moan. Your flesh was so tender. So soft. He felt great power just from seeing how small you were compared to him.

Crouching between your legs he lifted up your skirt, sliding off your underwear, getting hit by the smell of your pheromones, demons were more sensitive to it, and he would go feral if he didn’t know better. He licked his lips at the sight, kissing your thighs, leaving a few bites and love marks here and there. He ran his finger up and down your slick slit collecting wetness. It was already driving you crazy and your moans were about to do the same to him. You shivered at his warm breath as he got closer to your intimacy giving it an experimental lick. Seeing you squirm just from that was definitely a boost to his confidence, he started eating you out roughly, licking and sucking at your clit while his fingers curled up inside of you. His hands were big and just two fingers made you feel so full already, you were moaning so lewdly it only encouraged him to do more. He started stretching you out in a scissoring motion, slowly adding another finger. He saw the slight discomfort on your face and frowned, lifting his face to look at you.

“-Would I really fit in such a tight body? You seem pained from as little as stretching. Maybe you don’t really want it. The demon let out a dark chuckle.

-I do! -you muttered- Please… Kokushibou-sama...” Oh the way you half moaned his name while he kept fingering you as you spoke… It made something inside of him snap.

Your moans turned louder and your eyes closed as his hands got rougher, as he added more pressure to his licks. Right as you were about to cum you heard him getting up and away from you, letting you to the feeling of emptiness that you expressed in a needy whine. Your eyes slowly opening again only to see the fabric of his clothes come off, his scarred and toned body revealed to you.

“You’re beautiful..” You whispered, lost in thoughts. He gave a smile. One that looked genuine. Yet that softness could only last so long as your eyes traveled down to his hardened cock, another electric wave of heat going straight down to your needy pussy. He got back to you holding you up once more, making you let out a little yelp as he laid you down on the cold floor, quickly settling himself he lined his dick up with you wet hole. He looked at you as he slid in. He starred at every micro expression you might have. He knew he couldn’t keep collected for too long as your walls seemed to squish him in while your moans seemed both immensely pleasured and slightly uncomfortable, but nothing could get him prepared to the sight of your small body barely managing to fit him whole inside, your lower stomach bulging up as he stayed inside. The growl he let out, fighting his feral need to thrust hard and rough into you, making you clench around him even more.

Kokushibou couldn’t hold it anymore he was shaking from his thoughts and wants. His mind was almost animalistic as he grabbed your waist with one hand, holding himself up with the other as he started thrusting into you. You moaned his name out, again and again. You could see the way his eyes were glued to the movement of the bulge caused by his dick inside of you. He was absolutely obsessed with the size difference you both had. He was muttering through his growls and low breathes, muttering about how he could destroy you, how he could split you in halves just by fucking you.

Your moans and his noises felt like music to both of you, even as you yelped in a pained surprise as he bit into your shoulder, trying to suppress his moans. His thrust got rougher, harsher, your body taking everything it could as his cock head hit the deepest parts of you. You felt so close, screaming his name, pride harbored his features as he heard that. He himself starting to give in into the pleasure, letting his low rocky moans out. He got sloppier in his thrust, holding onto you as he barely moved his cock out anymore, instead just hitting as deep as he could. He felt you contract around him as you came screaming his name once more. The tightening around him, so tight it could almost let him stuck, got him filling you up after a few more thrusts. When you came back to reality, riding out your climax you couldn’t help but notice how Kokushibou was holding you against him. Focusing a bit more you could hear him repeating a few words over and over again.

“You’re mine. Mine. Mine only and just mine.”

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