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BOTTOMS OUT, BRAT TAX jjk men
feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma
summary. what’s the price that comes from being a brat? stay on the corner? orrrrrrr... getting fuc$ by your boyfriend hard, mean? probably the second that’s why being a brat is your that time of the year.
warning. non-sorcerer! jjk men, 23 you & 31 them, age-gap, brat tamer, mean, overstimulated, cock-drūnk, dirty talk, hair pulling, titie$/pu$$y slap(s), $pitting / $pit(s) in mouth, chocking, degrading, daddy-kink, very rough, mean praise, matīng presses, MARATHONS, brēeding mention, dūmbifícation, fíngering, cūmplay, swēaring. it might be too rough or disturbing for some people, read on your own awareness.
GOJO SATORU
the first thing he did when he walked in the door wasn’t kiss you. wasn’t hug you. wasn’t talk.
he unbuttoned his sleeves, rolled them up past his forearms, hung his jacket on the rack, and stared at you.
you on the bed. knees tucked under you, hair a mess, some dumb little tank that didn’t even cover your tits right, nipples hard and begging. phone still in hand. watching him like you didn’t already know what you’d done.
“how was work, baby?” you chirped. smug. god, smug.
his jaw ticked. he didn’t answer. just walked forward, slowly, fingers unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. all that pale, lean muscle. eyes like glass, but fire underneath.
you bit your lip. he noticed. always noticed.
“you think you’re cute,” he muttered, pulling the phone from your hand and tossing it somewhere. “think you can spend the whole goddamn week being a brat and i’ll just kiss your forehead and call you princess?”
you tilted your head. innocent. false.
“aren’t i your princess?”
he laughed. once. bitter and dark and mean.
“no, sweetheart. tonight, you’re my fucking problem.”
he grabbed you by the back of the neck and shoved you down on the bed, chest to mattress, ass up. panties soaked. you hadn’t even pretended not to touch yourself waiting for him. he could see it. smell it. the heat pulsing from your cunt was obscene.
“been teasing me for days,” he murmured. voice low. affectionate. like it was all just a joke between lovers. but his hands said otherwise. they yanked your panties down, spread your legs, palmed your ass like he owned it. “flaunting this little hole, moaning when i’m on the phone, fuckin’ grinding on me during movie night—”
a pause. breath tickled your ear.
“you been begging for this, baby.”
you shivered. “i missed you…”
his hand cracked against your ass. smack. you jolted.
“no, you didn’t. you missed my cock.”
he bent down, kissed the welt he left.
“but i missed you, too. fuckin’ brat and all.”
he reached between your legs, dragged two fingers through your folds. wet. soaked, needy, messy. you cried out, hips jerking, but he pinned you down easily.
“so pretty like this,” he whispered, voice soft like silk wrapped around steel. “so dumb for me. already wet and you haven’t even felt the stretch.”
you moaned when he shoved both fingers in. schlick. curling them up, slow, slow, mean.
“you know how many times i thought about this pussy this week? sittin’ in my office, watching your texts pop up—‘miss you daddy,’ ‘thinking about your dick,’—you really thought i wasn’t gonna make you pay?”
you whimpered into the sheets. “i wanna pay… please make me.”
his voice broke, almost tender. “fucking hell, baby. you were made to be ruined.”
he took his cock out, dragged it up your slit, wetting the head with your slick. you gasped when he pushed in—not fast. no mercy, but no rush either. like he wanted you to feel it.
“so tight. always so fucking tight. greedy little hole doesn’t wanna let me go.”
you moaned loud, hands fisting the sheets, body arching, already clenching.
“shh, baby,” he cooed, fucking you slow, mean, deep. every stroke brushing your walls perfectly. “let daddy do the talking now.”
you nodded, face buried in the blankets. eyes wide, leaking. he leaned down, pressed his chest to your back, mouth by your ear.
“gonna fill you up,” he whispered. “make you forget your own name. you’ll be just my sweet little fuckdoll, stuffed full of cum, dripping all over the sheets like a good girl.”
you sobbed. “please… harder…”
he obliged. slap of hips to ass. pace brutal now. no buildup. just hard, filthy fucking, his hand curled around your throat from behind, keeping your head tilted just so he could speak into your ear.
“look at you,” he breathed. “so easy for me. so soft. bet you’d let me do anything. bet i could turn you over, fuck your throat till you choke, and you’d still thank me.”
you nodded, gasping, tears leaking freely now. you loved this. loved it.
“you’re mine,” he said, filthy and reverent. “mine to fuck. mine to break. mine to put back together.”
his hand slipped to your clit, rubbed fast and hard and perfect.
“cum for me, baby,” he whispered. “show me how much this little cunt needs me.”
you screamed.
orgasm ripped through you like lightning, thighs shaking, body convulsing, drool on the pillow, eyes rolled back. you clenched around him so hard he groaned, hands gripping your hips like he’d die if he let go.
“fuck—fuck, gonna fill you—gonna make you my little cumdump—take it—”
and he did. thick ropes of hot cum spilling deep inside you, cock throbbing, buried to the hilt. he stayed there. didn’t move. just pressed his body to yours, forehead on your shoulder, heart racing.
he kissed your neck.
“you’re such a little problem,” he whispered.
then softer
“but you’re my favorite problem in the whole fucking world.”
GETO SUGURU
you were on your knees when he came in.
good girl posture. hands resting on your thighs. no panties. tank top soaked from your own nipples. mouth open, eyes wide, trying your best to look obedient.
geto saw right through it.
he didn’t speak at first. just stared. heavy boots thunking across the floor with slow purpose, like every step was judgment. thirty-one years old, still in black slacks from his shift, sleeves rolled up, hair pulled back neat—clean.
too clean for the way he looked at you. like he was about to do something filthy. sacred.
“how many days you think you’ve gotten away with this?”
his voice dropped like honey into a coffin.
“with what?” your lips curled. “being good?”
he knelt, big hands sliding into your hair, curling tight.
“no. playing sweet, sitting here like you’re waiting for a blessing when all week you’ve been acting like the devil’s little cumslut.”
your mouth dropped. thighs clenched.
“don’t play innocent,” he hissed, breath hot against your cheek. “skipping class, mouthing off, posting thirst traps while i’m at work—you wanna humiliate me, baby? want everyone seeing what’s mine?”
“i wanted your attention,” you whispered.
“you got it now.”
he dragged you by the hair, tossed you on the bed like a ragdoll.
“face down.”
you didn’t even blink. flipped, legs trembling, soaked already, thighs sticking together.
he tore the shirt. clean. one motion. your tits bounced out and he didn’t waste time. slapped one, hard, made you yelp.
“no bra? of course not. why would a whore need one?”
you whined. “suguru…”
“don’t say my name like that unless you want me to spit in your fucking mouth.”
you turned your head, open. waiting.
he grinned. “good little slut.”
ptui— his spit landed on your tongue. you swallowed without blinking.
he shoved your legs open. two fingers slid between your folds. he paused.
“…this wet already?”
your moan was so soft it barely counted. “for you. only ever for you.”
his fingers moved slow. filthy. obscene. gathering slick just to smear it around, tease your clit, then slap it. smack. your hips jumped.
“you’re not sorry.”
“no.”
“you want me to hurt you.”
“…yes.”
he bent down, kissed your spine. so gentle it made you ache.
“then i’ll make you scream, pretty girl. and you’re gonna thank me.”
he undid his belt. the sound alone made your breath hitch.
when he dragged his cock through your folds, you shook.
“look at you,” he murmured. “so needy. creaming on my cock before i even fuck you.”
you turned your face, whimpering, “please, i need it—”
he pushed in. all the way.
no warm-up. no slow thrust. just one thick, brutal drive of his hips that made your mouth open in a silent scream.
“fucking tight. trying to squeeze the cum out of me already? greedy fucking pussy.”
his pace was cruel. loud. thwack, thwack, thwack—his hips slamming your ass, hands gripping your waist like he was holding onto something holy.
“keep it open for me,” he growled, voice ragged. “don’t run. you begged for this, now you take it.”
your moans went high-pitched. broken. drool soaked the sheets.
he leaned over your back, one hand slipping under to grope your tits, the other gripping your jaw, turning your head to him.
“you know what you are?”
“what?”
“my sweet little altar. made to kneel. to take my cock like worship.”
you clenched. hard. he groaned.
“oh, fuck—yeah. you love that, don’t you? being used. being my soft, pretty thing to ruin.”
you cried out, “yes! fuck, i love it—please, harder—”
he grabbed your throat from behind, pulled you up, your back against his chest, still fucking deep, brutal, fast. your body jolted with every stroke.
“then take every inch. show me you mean it.”
he grabbed your jaw, forced your mouth open, spit into it again. “swallow.”
you obeyed. always.
“that’s it. my dirty girl. my pretty.”
his pace faltered—then slammed in harder. faster. pounding. like he wanted to break something.
“gonna fill you,” he gasped. “fuck you till it leaks down your thighs. i’ll knot you if i have to. keep you plugged all fucking week.”
your second orgasm hit so hard your legs collapsed. you shrieked—“SUGURU—”—body shaking, pussy clenching, squirting mess over his cock and thighs.
“fuckfuck— ohhh my girl—take it—take it all—”
he shoved in, one final time, and came. deep. thick. endless. flooding your cunt until it was dripping, running down your thighs.
he stayed buried. chest to your back. lips to your ear.
“my perfect little thing,” he whispered. “my brat. my problem. my heaven.”
you sobbed. smiling.
he kissed your temple.
“…round two’s in the shower. don’t you dare rinse me out.”
NANAMI KENTO
you knew what time he got off work.
you knew he’d take the train.
you knew how long the walk from the station to your shared apartment took.
and still, you were spread on the couch with your ass in the air and your vibrator buzzing so loud it was practically greeting him when the door opened.
“welcome home, daddy,” you purred, glancing over your shoulder, thighs slick and shining. “miss me?”
he didn’t speak. didn’t breathe.
nanami kento closed the door with the click of finality, set his briefcase down gently, and rolled his sleeves with the precision of a man preparing to kill. slow. methodical. focused.
you didn’t even blink. just arched your back more.
“you couldn’t wait,” he said, voice like death in a silk tie. “again.”
“i needed to come.”
“and not a single fucking thought for who you belong to.”
you moaned at the tone. his belt was already off, folded in his hand.
you whimpered, “make me remember.”
he did.
three cracks across your ass with the leather before you even finished exhaling. you yelped, jerked forward, vibrator falling out of your cunt—he kicked it across the room like trash.
“don’t you ever take what’s mine without asking.”
you turned your head, breathing fast, face flushed. “i’m yours.”
his voice dropped lower. colder.
“then act like it.”
he yanked you off the couch by your hair, not cruel, just firm, dominating, until you were on your knees before him.
“open your mouth.”
you obeyed.
his cock was hard already, heavy and thick, flushed red at the tip. he didn’t stroke it. didn’t tease. just shoved it past your lips and down your throat in one smooth, brutal thrust.
glrk—glgk—mmph!
“quiet,” he muttered. “you gag, you make a mess, i’ll make you clean the floor with your tongue.”
his hand in your hair. his cock down your throat. his voice in your head.
“disobedient little holes like yours need reminders. rough ones. you think acting like a filthy little brat will earn you soft touches?”
your throat fluttered around him. tears spilled from your eyes.
he pulled out. you gasped—air, finally—only to be slapped across the face with his cock. once. twice. precum smeared your cheek.
“no. you get discipline. and when you take it well, then—maybe—you get to hear me say how much i love you.”
you whimpered. “please, daddy—i love you—”
he bent down, grabbed your jaw, squeezed until your lips parted wide.
“and i love you,” he whispered, cruel and tender. “which is why i won’t stop until this body forgets how to lie.”
he flipped you over the couch, pushed your head down into the cushions, shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt, slow and punishing.
“look at this mess,” he hissed. “you soaked my furniture. like some heat-addled bitch waiting to be bred.”
you keened, trying to fuck back on his hand. he pulled away.
“don’t move.”
he lined up behind you. one hand on your hip, the other fisting your hair. then he fucked into you.
slap—slap—slap—
no warning. no easing. just cock, thick and deep, pounding your pussy open like it owed him something. your cries echoed in the room, each one sharper than the last.
“say it,” he snarled, fucking into you harder. “say what you are.”
“your slut—daddy—i’m your hole—fuck—i’m yours—”
“louder.”
“I’M YOURS—”
he yanked your hair, bit your shoulder, hand sliding around to rub your clit in tight cruel circles.
“you come without permission, i start over.”
you sobbed, trembling, pussy spasming around him.
“please—please please let me—”
he licked your ear. breath hot.
“beg prettier.”
your voice cracked. “daddy, please let me cum—i need it—been so bad, need your punishment—need your cum in me—please mark me—please—”
he groaned, deep and low. “fuck.”
his pace stuttered. faster now. rougher.
“cum for me, baby,” he hissed. “make a mess. cry for me. scream.”
you shattered.
your orgasm slammed through you like a train, thighs trembling, gush of slick coating his cock, your whole body collapsing forward into the couch cushions. sobbing. raw. ruined.
but he wasn’t done.
“stay there.”
he pulled out. flipped you over. shoved his cock between your tits and started fucking them while you whimpered, barely conscious, still twitching.
“look at me while i do it,” he ordered. “eyes on mine.”
you blinked, tears spilling, lips parted. he jerked himself with one hand, using your tits for friction with the other, voice shaking.
“i love you so fucking much,” he muttered. “you drive me insane. make me mean. make me need to ruin you.”
he came all over your chest and neck, thick spurts painting your skin like ownership.
he collapsed forward, kissed your mouth so softly it made you ache.
“you’re my everything,” he whispered. “my brat. my problem. my love.”
you nodded, dizzy. “i know.”
he cupped your cheek.
“and next time,” he said, already smiling, “if i catch you touching yourself again…”
he kissed your temple.
“…i’ll tie you up for three days and make you watch me cum on other things.”
TOJI FUSHIGURO
you slammed the door.
he kicked it open.
you were already halfway to your bedroom, huffing, rolling your eyes, making that smug little face that said “what are you gonna do about it?”
toji didn’t say a word.
he didn’t have to.
his heavy boots hit the floor like thunder. you didn’t even get a chance to shut your bedroom door before he was there—six foot something, broad, scarred, tired of your mouth and twice as tired of not fucking it shut.
he caught your wrist, yanked you back, threw you face-first onto the mattress.
“oh, we’re doin’ this again?” he muttered, pulling your shorts down without an ounce of gentleness, thong snapping against your thigh as he ripped it clean off. “you really don’t know when to quit, huh?”
you were soaking. dripping down your thighs. and he hadn’t even touched your cunt yet.
“fuck you,” you spat.
he laughed. loud. mean. dragged a hand through your hair, grabbed a fistful and yanked your head back.
“no, sweetheart. not tonight. i fuck you.”
he shoved two fingers into your mouth, watched your eyes widen as he fucked them in deep, slow, choking you just enough to blur your vision.
“this is what you’re good for. being used. being bent over and stuffed full ‘til you’re cryin’ and leaking. that what you wanted, princess?”
you moaned around his fingers, drooling down your chin.
he spat on your ass. spanked it with his free hand, making you jerk.
“talk back to me again this week and i’m fucking your ass next.”
you whimpered. clenched. because yeah, you wanted that too.
he yanked his belt off, undid his pants with one hand, shoved them down, cock already rock-fucking-hard, vein thick down the shaft, leaking.
“been walkin’ around like a tease all week. no bra, no manners, no fuckin’ sense,” he grunted, dragging his tip down your slit. “you want me to be mean to you.”
you nodded, barely able to breathe.
“yeah? you like when i fuck the brat outta you?”
you didn’t even answer. your eyes were already fluttering.
he shoved in with a grunt. balls-deep.
no warning. no mercy.
“FUCK—!”
your scream echoed off the walls as he filled you to the goddamn brim, hips flush, his palm between your shoulder blades pinning you down like he was staking a claim.
“tight little cunt,” he growled. “so fucking wet for me. already stretchin’ like a good girl.”
he pulled back and slammed in. again. again. faster now, fucking you like it was his full-time job.
you sobbed, hands clawing at the sheets, body jolting with each brutal thrust.
“what happened to all that attitude?” he taunted, leaning over you, chest to your back, lips on your ear. “gone all quiet now that you’ve got cock where your mouth used to be?”
you cried out, “toji—ohmygod—!”
he bit your neck. hard. left a mark.
“you’re mine. say it.”
“yours—fuck—i’m yours—!”
he laughed again, rough and satisfied.
“yeah, that’s what i thought. all that mouth and now you can’t even breathe without my dick stuffed inside you.”
his hand reached under, fingers to your clit—he didn’t stroke. he rubbed. hard, cruel circles, timed to each thrust. you were soaking him, wet squelches with every pump, your whole body on fire.
“cum like my fucktoy, baby,” he hissed. “i wanna feel you milkin’ my cock. wanna see you ruin these fuckin’ sheets.”
you screamed when it hit—legs shaking, vision blurring, whole cunt clenching tight around him in messy, gushing waves. you collapsed. sobbing. drooling. wrecked.
but he wasn’t done.
“nah, sweetheart. you don’t get to finish before i do.”
he grabbed your hips, pulled you back onto his cock, used your spent, twitching body like a toy. loud, brutal slaps of skin. balls slamming into your soaked cunt. groaning like he was at war with himself.
“fuck—gonna fill you—make you walk around leaking all night—fuckin’ dripping down your thighs like a good little cumdump—ugh—take it—take it, take it—”
he came inside you so hard you felt it. thick spurts, hot as sin, flooding your walls until it dripped down your ass.
he pulled out slow. stared at the mess. smirked.
“that’s what you get for runnin’ your mouth.”
you turned your head, dazed, voice hoarse.
“i hate you.”
he leaned down, kissed your forehead soft as anything, voice like syrup over gravel:
“love you too, babydoll.”
RYOMEN SUKUNA
he didn’t knock.
he didn’t text.
he kicked the fucking door in like he owned the place—and you.
and he did.
you didn’t even flinch from the bed, lounging like you hadn’t been a little menace all week. phone in hand. pussy bare. your cunt glistened under the city lights pouring through the window. thighs spread. one finger buried inside you.
he saw red.
“you’ve got a lot of nerve,” he growled, voice thick with something ancient, brutal, blood-soaked. “you touch what belongs to me and don’t even ask?”
you slid your finger out, sucked it slow, gaze steady.
“you weren’t here.”
he crossed the room in two strides, hand around your throat before the second breath left your lungs. pinned you to the mattress, his claws—yes, claws—digging just enough to make your pulse stutter.
“and that gave you the right?”
you gasped, breath caught between fear and heat.
“no,” you whispered. “i needed you.”
“that’s better.” he released your throat only to slap your cheek with the same hand. not hard. just sharp. humiliating.
“you need me. like a filthy mortal needs breath. like a cunt needs cock. like a god needs worship.”
his other hand dragged down your stomach, slow, possessive. past your navel, between your thighs. he spit on your pussy. watched it drip down.
“look at that. already wet. already messy. pathetic little shrine all ready for my cock.”
you whimpered. hips lifted. he slapped your pussy. smack.
“not yet.”
he stood at the edge of the bed, peeled off that black robe he always wore like he was royalty—chest marked in thick black lines, tattoos like scripture, four arms rippling with power. his cock hung heavy, long, thick enough to hurt. twitching already.
“on your knees.”
you scrambled. didn’t dare disobey.
he gripped your hair with one hand, used the other to stroke his cock, and before moving to hold your chin still.
“mouth open. tongue out. beg for it.”
you moaned. “please, daddy. i need it. need to choke on you.”
“then take it.”
he shoved into your throat, all at once. no easing. no mercy. just a brutal, choking thrust that had your lips spread wide, nose buried in his pelvis, drool leaking instantly.
glk—glrk—hhhk—!
“such a tight little throat,” he snarled, hips rolling into your face. “feels like you were made just for me. every hole on you’s mine.”
he fucked your mouth like it was a hole in the wall. used. owned. you gagged. he laughed. sweet, cruel, delighted.
“look at you. tears running, drool soaking your tits. and you’re moaning around it. you like being treated like a toy.”
you nodded, eyes glassy.
he pulled out with a pop. your spit hung in strands from his cock to your lips.
“on the bed. ass up.”
you obeyed, body shaking. he grabbed your hips, yanked you back to the edge, slapped your ass until it was glowing.
“i should tear this pussy open,” he hissed. “should split you on my cock ‘til you scream. but you’d like that too much, wouldn’t you?”
“please,” you whimpered. “please hurt me. i want it.”
he growled. bent down. bit your shoulder—hard.
“you’re fucking sick.”
he lined up. shoved in.
balls-deep. in one thrust.
your scream split the air. your hands clawed at the sheets. he was so fucking big. so full. you could feel him in your guts.
“there it is,” he moaned, hips jerking. “tight little cunt squeezing me like it’s trying to keep me.”
his pace was savage. slap, slap, slap—his hips brutal, body hard against yours, hands gripping your arms, claws biting into your skin.
“you thought you were in charge,” he snarled. “thought you could make me come crawling back by acting like a brat.”
“yes—yes—fuck—”
he leaned over, mouth at your ear.
“you belong to me, whore.”
you sobbed, clenching around him.
“my hole. my cumdump. my little fuckthing. say it.”
“yours—! please, kuna—i’m yours—i’m your little toy—”
he grabbed your throat from behind, dragged your back against his chest, never breaking rhythm, fucking you upright while you trembled and cried.
“gonna fill you up. fuckin’ ruin this cunt. make you drip my seed down your legs all week.”
“yes! please! i want it—want your cum—”
“good fucking girl.”
he slammed in deep. held. came. groaning. loud. thick. endless. his cock pulsed and pumped you full, hot liquid spilling out around the base.
he bit your neck again. sucked a mark. kissed the bruise he left.
“…you ever touch yourself again without permission,” he growled, low and sweet, “i’ll tie you up and make you watch me fuck someone else.” he would never, but still.
you whimpered, ruined.
he laughed.
“but don’t worry. you’re still my favorite. always have been.”
his hand cupped your cunt. felt the cum leaking out.
“let’s do it again.”
SHIU KONG
you’d done it again.
talked back. wore that skirt with no panties. flirted with some other guy at the bar just to see if he’d look.
you didn’t make it past the hallway.
shiu slammed you up against the wall so hard the picture frame fell off its hook. his breath hit your neck like smoke before fire, hands already pulling your shirt over your head, teeth scraping your jaw.
“think i didn’t see you?” he growled, mouth against your ear, voice dark and deadly. “batting your lashes, giggling like some fuckin’ club bunny? touching his chest?”
you gasped, but you were smiling.
“you jealous?”
his hand wrapped around your throat. tight.
“no. i’m furious.”
he grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the apartment like a criminal to sentence. your knees smacked the floor when he shoved you down in front of the couch. you didn't even protest. you wanted it. you lived for it.
his belt hit the ground. next were his pants. his cock was already hard, thick, twitching.
“open.”
you licked your lips. “yes, sir.”
“say it louder.”
“yes, sir.”
he slapped your cheek. not with his hand—with the head of his cock. smack smack smack. precum smeared your lips. your thighs clenched.
“good little bitch. show me who owns this pretty fuckin’ mouth.”
you opened wide. tongue out. obedient.
he shoved in deep. you gagged. glk—glrk—guhk— he didn’t stop. one hand held your hair, the other cupped your jaw, forcing you to take every inch until tears blurred your vision and spit dripped down your chin.
“that’s it. choke on it, princess. this what you wanted, right? some attention from your daddy?”
you whimpered around his cock. he laughed.
“you don’t even need to answer. your cunt’s been dripping since the bar.”
he pulled out with a wet pop, gripped your hair, yanked you to your feet and threw you on the couch. not placed. not guided. threw. you bounced on impact, legs splayed, skirt riding up to show everything.
“no panties,” he muttered, kneeling between your legs. “you wanted me to snap.”
you nodded, panting.
“say it.”
“i wanted you to lose it. i wanted to be punished.”
he grabbed your thighs and spread them wide. stared at your soaked cunt like it insulted him.
“fucking slut. god, you’re perfect. look at this pussy—so soft, so wet, and all of it mine.”
he didn’t even finger you. just leaned in and bit your inner thigh. hard.
“you wanna play games, sweetheart? fine. but i don’t play fair.”
he stood. lined up.
you whispered, “please be rough.”
his voice dropped to something cruel and sweet.
“oh baby. you don’t have to ask.”
and he slammed into you.
your scream lit up the room. no warning. no prep. just raw stretch and heat and cock, thick and punishing, shoved into your tight little hole like he was trying to fuck his name into your guts.
“there you go,” he hissed, holding your hips down when you tried to run. “now you’re quiet. now you’re mine again.”
his pace was vicious. brutal. thwack—thwack—thwack. the couch shook. your body rocked. tears streamed. and he didn’t stop. his hands roamed your body like they were memorizing every bruise he left.
“so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growled. “cryin’, wrecked, full of cock. you make me crazy, you know that? i see you flirtin’, smilin’, and all i can think about is how you beg for my cum when you’re stuffed full.”
“shiu—shiu—please—”
“please what?” he slapped your clit. you squealed. “please more? please harder? please daddy use me like the cumdump i am?”
“yes—” you sobbed. “please ruin me—!”
he fucked harder. faster. one hand grabbed your throat again, squeezing. the other rubbing your clit mean and fast.
“then take it. take every fucking inch. milk me for it, baby.”
your orgasm ripped through you. back arched, vision gone white, mouth open in a silent scream, cunt clenching tight.
“that’s it,” he panted. “cum like a good little bitch.”
he didn’t pull out. couldn’t. he was already snarling, pounding into your spasming pussy like he was trying to breed you.
“gonna fill you up,” he moaned, voice ragged. “gonna leave you dripping for days—fuck—gonna make your body remember who owns it—”
and he came. hard. deep. thick.
cum painted your walls, leaking instantly around his cock. he held you there, pulsing inside, trembling.
and then—he kissed you.
soft. messy. possessive.
“you fuckin’ drive me insane,” he whispered. “but i love you so much i’ll keep breaking you every time you forget.”
you smiled through the tears, body ruined.
“…then i guess i’ll keep forgetting.”
HIGURUMA HIROMI
he didn’t even loosen his tie.
you watched him walk in—black coat soaked from the rain, briefcase in one hand, that cold stillness around his shoulders like he just left the courtroom but brought the executioner’s gavel home.
you were already waiting on the couch. bare. innocent. dangerous.
legs crossed. vibrator buzzing in one hand. nothing else on but gloss and guilt.
he saw the shine on your thighs. the fake innocence in your eyes.
and he smiled.
a soft thing. terrifying. like a man about to pass sentence.
“you’ve been playing again,” he said, setting the briefcase down.
“mm,” you hummed, slowly parting your legs, giving him the full view. “not guilty.”
his eyes dragged over your cunt, soaked and glistening.
“you sure?”
“you want to cross-examine?”
his coat dropped to the floor. no hanger. no pause. just unbuckled belt, tie yanked loose with one motion, shirt still tucked as he stalked toward you.
“stand up.”
you did.
“hands behind your back.”
you obeyed.
he circled you once like a predator and pressed his palm to your ass, dragging it down between your cheeks, feeling your heat. your slick.
he leaned in.
“verdict’s in,” he murmured, voice warm like whiskey and holy sin. “guilty. of seduction, disobedience, and fucking filth.”
your moan was a whisper.
he turned you, bent you over the couch, and cuffed your wrists behind your back with actual cuffs—black steel, no fluff, no play. courtroom restraints.
you gasped. breath hitched. he kissed the back of your neck.
“you don’t get to come tonight unless you confess.”
you turned your head, panting, “confess to what?”
he slapped your cunt. hard. you cried out.
“don’t play dumb. you get off on this. teasing me. touching yourself when i’m gone. soaking the sheets in that sweet little pussy like a bitch in heat.”
his cock was out now—long, flushed, angry. the head leaking precum, thick vein down the side pulsing. you whimpered at the sight.
“you been thinking about this cock all day?” he asked, dragging the tip through your folds.
“yes—yes, your honor—”
he slapped your ass.
“try again.”
“…yes, daddy.”
his laugh was low, dangerous.
“better.”
he shoved in with a groan.
deep. slow. endless.
“fuck—tight. still fits like it was made for me.”
he didn’t move yet. just stayed there, cock buried in your soaked heat, stretching you open while his hands gripped your waist like a ruling passed down from the gods.
you moaned, trembling.
“what’s the sentence, daddy?”
“remand.” he pulled out, slammed back in. thwack. “no parole. full use. no safeword.”
you cried out, back arching, eyes rolling back.
his pace was slow and mean.
every thrust perfect. deep. angled to punish.
“look at you. taking it. soaking me. drooling. just a needy little slut waiting for her judge to ruin her in the courtroom and the bedroom.”
you whined, broken, body jolting with every thrust.
“beg me,” he ordered, voice warm and calm and cruel.
“please—please don’t stop—please keep fucking me—”
he leaned down, mouth to your ear, voice pure velvet:
“you want the whole courtroom to hear how loud this sloppy cunt gets? want the bailiff, the stenographer, every poor bastard sitting in the gallery hearing you scream daddy while i fill you up?”
you moaned so loud you swore it echoed.
his hand wrapped around your throat. the other on your hip, holding you still while he started to destroy you.
“i love you, you know,” he whispered, fucking faster now. “but you’re such a goddamn problem. smart mouth. bratty ass. needy little whore. you need this. you need to be put in your place.”
your climax hit without warning—violent, soaking, screaming.
he didn’t stop. not for a second.
“that’s one,” he muttered. “we’re not done. you don’t get a reduced sentence for good behavior. you think i give out mercy? i’m the fucking law, baby.”
you sobbed, body twitching, begging.
he flipped you over, still cuffed, shoved your legs open and fucked into you again—face to face now. slower. deeper. crueler.
his eyes locked on yours. serious. sweet.
“you’re mine,” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “no jury. no appeal.”
you nodded, tears slipping.
“yours. forever.”
he kissed you. sweet. filthy.
and came inside you with a groan like confession. thick, hot, endless.
still buried, still pulsing. still in control.
“court adjourned,” he said.
but his eyes?
still hungry.
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happy birthday to the love of my life, katsuki bakugo. hope he enjoys his gift for his easter birthday: his favorite little bunny.
it had started with a birthday plan. well—technically a birthday easter plan. the odds of katsuki bakugo’s birthday landing on easter sunday weren’t high, but fate had a sense of humor. and you? you had a sense of drama.
you’d already given him gifts for his birthday. his letter—handwritten, sealed with a kiss, full of sharp sarcasm wrapped around soft, sappy sentiment you’d never admit out loud.
he read it quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed, thumb brushing over your kiss mark at the bottom. his brows furrowed in that way they always did when he was feeling too much but didn’t want to show it.
“you’re such a damn brat,” he muttered, voice thick, eyes refusing to meet yours. “but… you write good shit.”
“don’t cry, tough guy.”
he didn’t look up, just folded the letter carefully—too carefully—and tucked it into his nightstand drawer like it was something fragile. precious.
“shut up,” he said, voice rough. “you’re lucky i like your dumb handwriting. even if it looks like a drunk squirrel tried to learn cursive and gave up halfway.”
“aww. that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“don’t push it.”
he reached out, grabbed the front of your shirt, and yanked you into a rough, lingering kiss that left no room for misinterpretation. when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
“best fuckin’ letter i’ve ever gotten,” he murmured, low and soft like a secret.
a few small gifts were scattered on the dresser: limited edition all might merch, a new hoodie he’d been eyeing for a while (that he absolutely knew you were going to steal), and that spicy snack mix he always hoarded like a dragon with gold.
he stood there, arms crossed, doing his best to look unimpressed, but the way his ears turned a little red gave him away.
he eyed the merch first, holding the figure up with a raised brow. “…you been stalkin’ my browser history or somethin’?”
you grinned. “nah. just love you enough to pay attention.”
he shot you a look—equal parts flustered and fond. “tch. hoodie’s mine. you’re just gonna steal this in two days.”
“i give it one,” you said sweetly.
he looked at you, eyes soft but unreadable. “still wearin’ it anyway.” then he found the snack mix. “you didn’t eat any, right?”
you gasped, mock offended. “i would never.”
still, he leaned down and kissed your cheek before grabbing the snack mix and tearing it open immediately.
the cake? well, it was slightly lopsided, the frosting uneven, but it was made with love—and caramel with cinnamon. he didn’t say much when he ate it, just grunted, grabbed a fork, and took a second slice without a word.
you hovered awkwardly nearby. “so… good?”
he chewed slowly, gave you a deadpan look. “tastes like love and poor frosting skills.”
“rude.”
he grinned, leaned over, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. “still the best fuckin’ cake i’ve had in years.”
“you say that every time.”
“yeah,” he said, mouth full. “and i fuckin’ mean it every time.”
now, though, it was time for the real present.
so when he walked into your shared bedroom after a long morning of birthday messages and half-assed hero paperwork, the last thing he expected was you, perched pretty on the bed.
pink bunny ears twitching with every little movement you made. a tight, pastel one-piece hugging your every curve. sheer stockings accentuating your thighs, and a fluffy little tail pinned to your lower back like a gift-wrapped tease.
katsuki stood by the edge of the bed, arms crossed, expression unreadable as he took you in.
you sat perched on the bed, legs crossed, every bit the picture of flirty confidence. your gaze was locked on his, unapologetic.
“happy birthday, katsuki,” you purred, lips curling into a sly smile.
his crimson eyes dragged over you slowly, deliberately, his tongue running over his teeth before he finally spoke. “the fuck is this?”
“what’s it look like, hm?” you stretched out, back arching just enough to show off your curves. “figured i’d... hop into something special for you.”
his jaw ticked. “you think you’re funny, huh?”
“a little,” you admitted, shifting onto your hands and knees, crawling toward him at the edge of the bed.
his eyes darkened as you closed the distance, your hands sliding up his chest when you reached for him, kneeling in front of him. “thought you’d like a cute little bunny to play with, birthday boy."
katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, grabbing your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his gaze.
“you know what happens to dumb little bunnies who tease too much?”
you swallowed, trying to keep your confidence, even as the heat in his gaze sent shivers down your spine. “they get spoiled rotten?”
“wrong. they get fucked.”
a thrill shot through you, heat pooling in your stomach as he crowded closer, his other hand slipping down to grab your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“bet you thought you were bein’ cute, puttin’ this on. bet you thought i’d let you bounce around and tease me all night.”
you let out a breathless giggle. “bunnies do like to bounce…
his fingers trailed down your back, playing with the delicate ribbon lacing up your tail before giving it a sharp tug. you gasped, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.
“that so?” his lips brushed against your ear. “then let’s see how long you last when i really make you bounce.”
he took you in—your ridiculously boner-inducing ensemble, the way your chest rose and fell a little faster, the anticipation in your eyes. then, with slow precision, he sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.
"come here," he ordered, voice thick with authority.
you swallowed, your body already thrumming with heat as you climbed onto his lap. his hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking your skin through the sheer fabric of your stockings. he let you hover there, deliberately drawing out the moment, making you feel the power shift between you.
"go on," katsuki murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he guided your hips to settle against him. the heat of him pressed against you, even through the layers between you.
your breath hitched as he held you there, letting you feel just how hard he was, how much he wanted you. his grip was firm, unwavering, making it clear that he was in control even as he let you take the lead.
he shifted, leaning back to watch you straddling his lap. his hands slid down, gripping your hips, guiding you to grind against him—slow, deliberate, teasing. the heat between you was undeniable, the layers of fabric doing little to hide just how affected you both were.
you whimpered, trying to tug your bodysuit aside, reaching for the bulge pressing up against your core. but his hands stopped you, fingers curling around your wrist.
“uh-uh,” he hummed. “not yet. little bunnies gotta hump first.”
you whined softly, frustration bubbling to the surface as you squirmed in his lap. “katsuki, please—”
“please, what?” he cut you off, voice sharp, mocking. “please fuck you already?”
you nodded desperately, biting your lip.
he scoffed, his expression darkening as his hand shot up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat.
“i said hump,” he growled. “that needy little cunt doesn’t get filled until you earn it.”
you tried to slow, to catch your breath, but his hands were relentless, grinding your hips against the hard line of his cock beneath you.
his fingers dig in as he helped you move. every time you tried to slow down, his hands tightened, forcing you to keep up, forcing you to take it.
you barely had time to catch your breath before katsuki pulled you forward, burying his face between your tits.
“fuck, you’re soft,” he groaned, tugging the fabric away before his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking hard.
you gasped, back arching as heat shot straight between your legs. his teeth grazed your sensitive skin before his tongue soothed over it, his other hand coming up to knead your other breast.
you tried to keep moving, to keep bouncing, but between his hands gripping you and his mouth marking you up, your body was giving out, shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.
“k-katsuki—” you gasped, hands tangling in his hair, tugging.
he growled against your skin, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips glistening. his smirk was feral, eyes burning with satisfaction.
“hm? thought you liked to bounce?” his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, a warning. “or do i gotta fuck you like the greedy little thing you are?”
you whimpered, hips bucking desperately along with a nod. he laughed, licking a stripe up your chest before capturing your nipple between his teeth again.
“that’s it,” he praised, voice strained. “knew you’d look so fuckin’ good like this.”
you sobbed, rolling your hips, desperate for more, and he grinned like he’d won. you weren’t sure how long he made you keep going, but by the time he finally took the reins, you knew you were fucked.
“aww, poor thing,” he cooed mockingly, pressing a hot kiss to your throat before nipping at your skin. “tired already? guess i better take over before my little bunny gets too worn out, huh?"
before you could respond, he shifted, one arm wrapping tight around your waist as the other yanked your bodysuit to the side, finally giving you what you’d been aching for.
the thick head of his cock pressed against your dripping entrance, teasing, pushing just enough to make your breath catch.
nails digging into his shoulders, your legs trembling as he eased inside—slow and torturous, filling you inch by inch until your walls clenched around him.
katsuki groaned through gritted teeth, holding you still for a second, letting the stretch overwhelm you. then his eyes flicked up to your face, and that familiar, dark grin curved his lips.
“you wanted to be a cute little bunny, huh?” katsuki grunted, fingers digging into your hips, guiding you as you bounced on his cock. “bunnies fuck like crazy, y’know that? they go at it all night long.”
you could barely respond, your moans breaking into gasps as he thrust up to meet you, driving deeper, harder, forcing you to take him to the hilt every time.
“c’mon, sweetheart,” he taunted, voice thick with amusement. his fingers dug in as he guided you, making sure you didn’t slow down. “thought bunnies were supposed to be full of energy.”
you whined, gripping onto his shoulders for support, trying to keep up with the brutal pace he was setting.
each bounce forced his cock deeper, the obscene sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. you whimpered, legs shaking as he controlled your pace, refusing to let you fall back into lazy movements.
he leaned forward, breath hot against your ear. “put on the ears, shake your ass, act like a toy—and now you’re surprised i’m treatin’ you like one?”
you sobbed, clutching at him, body trembling from the overwhelming mix of pain, pleasure, and the pure, filthy thrill of being used exactly how you wanted.
“good fuckin’ girl,” he rasped, slamming up into you harder.
your moans were broken, breathless, every movement sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. your hands clutched at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as he thrust up to meet you, filling you so deep it made your head spin.
your head fell against his shoulder, body shuddering as pleasure built higher, hotter. his arms wrapped around you, keeping you flush against him as he took control, lifting you just to slam you back down, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.
every time your pace faltered, he’d lift his hips, thrusting up into you so deep it stole the breath from your lungs. a whimper slipped from your lips, fingers digging into his chest as you tried to keep up, but he wasn’t making it easy.
“what if i fill you up, huh? make sure this bunny knows her fuckin’ place?”
he suddenly slammed you down onto him, making you cry out, and he groaned low in his throat. your nails raked down his back as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, but he wasn’t letting up—not when you looked so fucked-out and desperate.
“gotta train you better,” he muttered against your skin, his smirk widening when you clenched around him. “bunnies are supposed to breed, aren’t they?”
you let out a broken moan, body shuddering, and he laughed breathlessly, one hand slipping down between your bodies to rub tight circles against your clit.
he was gripping your waist before flipping you in one fluid motion, pressing you down into the sheets. his breath was hot against your ear as he settled behind you, caging you in.
“aww, don’t tell me you’re tappin’ out already?” he cooed, tilting his head. “and here i was thinkin’ i’d finally get to see you breed like a proper bunny.”
heat shot through you at his words, making you clench around him, and katsuki groaned, his grip on you tightening.
“oh? you like that?” his grin widened. “shit, maybe you are just a dumb little bunny in heat.”
you gasped, nails dragging down his back, and his hips suddenly snapping up to meet yours, driving deeper, harder—sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.
katsuki didn’t give you a second to breathe. toes curling against the sheets, your vision blurring as he fucked into you harder. the slap of skin echoed through the room, punctuated by your gasps and his low, hungry groans.
“that needy little pussy’s fuckin’ leaking,” he growled, dragging his fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit in tight, punishing circles. “soaked through that slutty little costume, too.”
you choked on another moan, face buried in his chest as your body shuddered, everything building—tight, unbearable, right on the edge.
“gonna cum like a dumb bunny while i fuck you full? huh?” he taunted, pulling your head closer by the ears on your head and forcing your back to arch deeper.
“yes, yes, katsuki, please—” you sobbed.
“beg for it. tell me what you fuckin’ want.”
“i want you to—want you to cum inside, need it, need it so bad, katsu—”
“yeah?” his thrusts faltered for only a second, a low, wicked groan slipping from his throat. “wanna be bred, huh? wanna be my filthy little bunny full of cum?”
you cried out, so close it hurt. “yes! please—please, fill me up—”
his grip tightened on your hips as he slammed into you one final time, deep, brutal, until you screamed his name. your body convulsed, pleasure crashing through you as you clenched around him, falling apart.
“take it. every fuckin’ drop.”
katsuki growled low, and then he was spilling inside you, hot and thick, hips jerking with each pulse. he buried his cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled hot, thick spurts into your clenching walls.
you whimpered as you felt it, the heat of him flooding you, dripping out before he’d even pulled out.
katsuki didn’t let go right away. he held you there, impaled and filled, his breath ragged against your shoulder. he stayed pressed against your chest, panting, one hand stroking slowly down your side as the other cradled your hip with surprising gentleness.
“shit,” he muttered against your skin, lips brushing your shoulder as his breath slowed. “fuckin’ hell..”
you snorted, too tired to do more than flop your face into the sheets. “that what you wished for when you blew out the candles?”
he chuckled—an honest-to-god laugh rumbling from his chest as he finally eased out of you, warm stickiness following in the wake.
“didn’t know i could wish for somethin’ i already had.”
“wow. look at you. getting soft in your old age.”
“twenty-six is not old,” he grumbled, but the faint blush on his ears betrayed him.
you hummed teasingly. “sure, grandpa.”
katsuki shot you a warning look, but instead of snapping back, his hand came up to card through your hair, bunny ears askew and all, his fingers surprisingly gentle.
“so... did the costume make the top ten birthday presents list, or…?”
katsuki huffed out something between a laugh and a groan, finally pulling out of you slowly, both of you flinching a little at the oversensitivity.
you felt the mess between your thighs instantly—sticky and warm, dripping down your skin—and you shivered at the loss of him.
his hands never left your body as he shifted you gently onto your back, reaching for the nearby towel he’d tossed on the nightstand earlier—because of course he was prepared, even if he pretended not to be.
“top three,” he muttered, wiping you down carefully. “right after the cake and that dumbass letter that made me feel shit.”
you flopped onto your back with a dramatic sigh, a smile tugging at your lips. “didn’t think birthday boys had to do cleanup.”
he shot you a look as he gently dabbed between your thighs, taking his time, making sure you were comfortable. “birthday boy’s the one who ruined you, so yeah—he fuckin’ does.”
you smiled, soft and real this time. “you’re getting sappy in your old age.”
he tossed the towel aside and climbed back onto the bed, settling beside you, pulling you into his chest like it was instinct. “yeah, well, turns out its not too bad when i’ve got a stubborn, sexy weirdo wearin’ bunny ears for me.”
you laughed against his collarbone. “you’re lucky i love you.”
katsuki kissed the top of your head, nose brushing against your ear. “nah. i’m lucky you’re mine.”
“and i’m lucky you’re easy to distract with cake and tits. y’know, i was actually gonna jump out of a giant egg and yell ‘surprise!’ but i figured you’d actually murder me.”
“you’re not wrong,” he said, arm tightening around you. “and you look better in that stupid bunny suit anyway.”
“careful, that almost sounded like a compliment.”
“say that again and you’re spendin’ next year’s birthday with a vibrator and a guilt trip.”
“worth it.”
he glared at you before he stripped you, hands moving with familiar precision as he pulled off the bunny ears, the one-piece, and the stockings that had barely survived his earlier onslaught.
without a word, he grabbed one of his old t-shirts and slid it over your head, the fabric swallowing you up, before he joined you under the blankets.
you felt his gaze on you, warm and intense, and you looked up at him, brow arched. “what?”
he stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening as he took in every detail of you—maybe still a little in awe, maybe still a little surprised at the way you fit against him. his fingers lightly brushed your hair away from your face.
"god, i love you. so fuckin’ much, baby.”
your heart did somersaults. but you nuzzled in closer to him.
“i love you too, old man.”
“tch. shut up and go to sleep,” he grumbled, brushing a kiss over your cheek.
but as you started to drift, wrapped in his warmth and the lingering high of everything, he murmured, barely audible:
“best fuckin’ birthday ever.”
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✧ Making his silent girlfriend loud ✦༺⊹
This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.)
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enhypen x fem!reader ⚠️ cw: nsfw / +18, overstimulation, rough sex, oral (f), impact play, light bondage, dom!vibes, multiple orgasms, crying, degradation + praise, toys, etc. minors dni. read responsibly.
✧ Heeseung ----------
Heeseung had you naked, lying on your back, your body glistening with sweat, your legs spread wide and trembling. You’d already cum. Twice. But he wasn’t planning to stop.
"Shhh, I know, I know..." He whispered as his tongue slowly slid across your clit, once again. "But you said you were enjoying it… so why are you biting your lip now?"
His fingers kept you open, exposed, completely vulnerable, while his tongue moved in slow, precise circles—so exact that your body jolted with every pass.
"Still trying to hold back? Really?" His voice dropped, darker. "I’m wrecking myself just to make you feel everything… and you're still so fucking quiet."
He sucked on your clit harder, making your hips jerk off the mattress. A high, broken moan tore from your lips.
"That." "That’s what I wanted from the beginning."
Then… he intensified everything.
Two fingers slipped inside you, wet, expert. He started thrusting them in rhythm with his tongue, which never slowed, never eased, never gave you a second of rest.
Your body couldn’t take it.
You were panting, moaning loud, eyes brimming with tears, your legs trying to close on instinct.
But Heeseung held you open firmly. "No. None of that. Stay wide for me." "You’re gonna cum all over me, baby. You’re gonna give it to me, even if I leave you shaking for days."
He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, pressing you down into the mattress as he kept sucking your clit hungrily, his fingers fucking you faster, deeper.
Your moans turned into screams. Your body arched, broke apart—you came hard, a brutal orgasm shaking you to your core… and it didn’t stop there.
Because he didn’t stop.
"Again. I’m not done with you." "You're gonna scream until your voice gives out."
You kept dripping, your body twitching, his mouth chasing every wave of pleasure, giving you more, forcing another orgasm. And another. And another.
Your voice was nothing but his name, repeated between sobs and whimpers. Your skin burned, your legs refused to move, and still, he kept going like it was the first time he touched you.
"That’s it. Fall apart for me, baby." "I want every part of your body to remember my name."
✧ Jay ----------
You were in his lap, completely naked on top of his clothed thigh, his pants still buttoned—fabric pressing rough against your burning skin. His thigh beneath you, solid, flexed, ready.
Jay had one hand on your lower back, guiding you in slow, lazy movements.
"You know what drives me crazy about you?" His deep voice brushed against your ear, warm and dark. "You’re always so quiet. So… contained."
His other hand slid up to your throat—not squeezing, just resting there, heavy, commanding.
"You’re grinding on my thigh, naked, dripping wet… and not a single fucking sound has come out of you."
Your hips kept moving, seeking friction. Your lips parted, but no sound dared escape. The heat in your core was rising too fast to handle.
"Look at how much you’re soaking my pants." His tone was teasing, but full of lust. "And you’re still trying to keep it in. What do I have to do to make you give me everything, baby?"
He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you down harder onto his thigh, making the fabric rub directly against your clit. You trembled.
"You wanna cum like this, pretty girl?"
You nodded desperately, eyes pleading, your nails digging into his shoulders.
But he shook his head, a dark smile spreading on his face.
"Then moan." "Moan for me. Tell me with your voice. I’m not letting you cum until I hear it."
Your entire body trembled. You were burning inside, but still, your throat refused to betray you.
Jay clicked his tongue. "Alright then." "None of this."
He slowly lifted his leg, pulling away the only thing you needed. The moan that left your mouth was raw, involuntary, broken.
"There it is." His smile widened. "So cute when you finally sound like what you are… a desperate little baby for me."
He slammed his leg back down under you, and the sudden contact made you cry out, loud, raw, your body giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.
"That’s it, baby. Now we’re talking." "Fall apart. Soak my thigh. Scream my name if you need to."
Your voice could no longer be contained. Each movement against his thigh tore out moans, whimpers, cries—his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
You came hard, thighs shaking, body arched in ecstasy.
Jay held you tight, murmuring into your ear:
"That’s what I like." "That voice is mine… and I want all of it tonight."
✧ Jake ----------
You were on top of him, riding him slow, his cock buried deep inside you. Your moans were barely audible, just soft breaths every now and then.
Jake’s hands were on your hips, guiding your rhythm gently, his bright gaze locked on yours.
"You okay, baby?" His voice was soft, sincere, brushing over your skin like a caress.
You nodded, biting your lip to hold in the sound that burned inside your throat. And he saw it. He knew.
"Oh… now I get it."
He sat up, your chests pressing together, his mouth brushing your ear.
"You’re trying to stay quiet." His tone shifted—lower, darker, filthy. "Why? Don’t you want me to hear how good I’m making you feel?"
His hand slid down your back, and suddenly—a sharp slap to your ass, firm, loud, precise.
Your body jolted. A soft moan slipped out before you could catch it.
Jake smiled.
"There it is. That sound… so fucking sexy."
He grabbed the back of your neck, pressing your forehead to his.
"Don’t hide it from me, yeah?" "I want every sound. Every moan. Every scream you’ve been swallowing."
His hips started moving under you. Now he was fucking up into you from below, deep, hard, relentless. His cock hit every spot that shattered you from the inside.
"C’mon, pretty girl. Make noise for me. Be good and let go."
Your nails dug into his shoulders. Your breath came in shaky pants. Moans started spilling from your lips, breaking the air.
"That’s it." "That’s what I want. For you to forget all your control."
He held you tighter, fucking up into you faster, until you could barely stay upright on him.
"You know what happens if you don’t moan, right?" "I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll have no choice but to scream."
And he did.
You came uncontrollably, your voice shattered, body shaking, screaming his name like it was the only thing you knew.
Jake didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around you, kissed your neck, and whispered:
"You’re my quiet girl… but only until I touch you."
✧ Sunghoon ----------
Your legs were trembling with every thrust, your body slick with sweat against the sheets as Sunghoon buried himself inside you with a precision that bordered on insanity.
The sound of sex filled the room—skin on skin, breathless panting… but your lips stayed closed.
And he noticed.
"Again?" His voice came low, laced with disappointment. "You’re really gonna keep hiding those moans from me?"
You couldn’t answer. You just clung to the sheets, jaw clenched, swallowing every sound threatening to break free.
"No."
He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and gasping from the abrupt loss. Before you could process it, his hand came down hard, straight to your clit—sharp, loud, deliberate. The shock was electric, a jolt that made you scream instantly.
"That’s what I want." His voice was dry. Dominant. "That trembling mouth. That body twisting. Don’t ever hide that from me again."
And without giving you time to breathe, he slammed back into you, harder, faster, like he was trying to break the silence with sheer, brutal pleasure.
Every thrust was full of purpose. Contained rage. Wild need.
"Your body begs me with every fucking moan you try to bury." "Don’t you get it? This doesn’t end until you stop thinking and start screaming."
His hips pounded into yours relentlessly, pelvis crashing right against your clit, his hand coming down again—another slap, sharp, filthy, cruel—and this time, the moan that escaped your lips was a desperate cry, shattered and loud.
"That’s it, baby. You’re starting to give in." "Your silence is gone. Now you’re mine with every sound you make."
Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation—but he spread them again, gripping them tight, thrusting even deeper.
"Don’t close them. I want to see you break for me."
And you did.
You came with a scream, your name turned into a silent cry, your body arching, trembling, sweating, and crying from sheer pleasure.
Sunghoon looked down at you, panting, eyes blazing.
"That’s what I like." "And if you ever try to stay quiet again… I’ll make you scream so hard you won’t be able to talk the next day."
✧ Sunoo ----------
You were naked on the bed, your back against soft sheets while Sunoo settled between your legs, still fully clothed. His eyes trailed down your body with adoration… and a dangerously sharp hunger.
His fingers traced slow paths along your abdomen, climbing up to your chest, stopping right at your nipples.
"You know what drives me insane about you?"
He brushed them with his fingertips, barely grazing, and still, a shiver rushed down your spine.
"You’re so fucking quiet… but your nipples give it all away." His voice was like sweet poison—gentle, smooth… lethal. "So hard for me. So sensitive. And you’re still pretending you’re in control."
Without warning, his mouth dropped to one nipple, warm tongue circling the exact spot that made your vision blur. He sucked slow and deep, while his other hand pinched the other one—firm, precise.
A stifled moan escaped you, but you still fought to keep it down.
"Still resisting?" He looked up at you from below, his mouth wet with sinful devotion. "You really think you can stay quiet while I ruin you from right here?"
He kept going—licking, sucking, lightly biting, playing with your nipples like they were his personal obsession. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled down between your legs.
One finger slid inside. Then two. Slow, steady. The rhythm was exact. Destructive. Addictive.
"You’re dripping, baby. All of this… just from how I suck your tits."
He bit down gently on one nipple, then harder, just enough to make you moan, your body jolting as his fingers picked up speed.
"There it is." "That voice. That sound that drives me crazy."
He returned to your chest, rougher now, tongue swirling, lips sucking until your skin was red and throbbing. Then he switched to the other side, not giving you a second to breathe.
"You’re gonna cum just from this, aren’t you?"
And you knew it. Your legs trembled, your stomach tightened, your moans came free and wild. Your nipples burned, overstimulated, lit up with every flick of his tongue.
"Scream my name." "Do it while your body breaks for me."
And you did.
You came with a raw cry, back arched, nipples aching, his fingers still buried inside you, his mouth still worshiping your chest.
Sunoo crawled up to kiss you, his tongue just as sweet and deep as the way he broke you, and whispered against your lips:
"My quiet little baby… not so quiet now, huh?"
✧ Jungwon ----------
You were sitting on his desk, the lights in his room off except for the soft glow of his lamp. Your underwear already on the floor, your legs spread apart by his steady hands, and him standing between them, unbuttoning his pants with a desperate calmness.
Jungwon still had his shirt on, open, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyes, dark, devoured you without touching you yet.
"Why do you always hold on, mm?"
His voice was a whisper laden with sweet menace as he stroked your thigh with his thumb.
“So pretty, so good...but so quiet.”
He slid the head of his cock across your pussy , gathering the wetness that awaited him. The contact made you let out a low, almost muted moan.
"This is for me, isn't it? All this dripping sweetness..."
He pushed you gently against the wood of the desk, your back arching reflexively.
“No, no, no.”
"Today you're not going to be quiet. Today you're going to scream."
And then, he buried himself in you. All at once. Slow, deep, without pause.
A choked gasp escaped you, but you still clung to the silence.
"Are you going to make me work for every fucking sound of yours?"
He grabbed your neck with gentle pressure, lifting your face to his.
"Perfect. I will."
His hips began to move. Rhythmic. Steady. Precise.
Each lunge went in deeper than the last, her eyes locked on you as your body began to surrender.
"That's it. You're starting to break, can you feel it?"
"Your body can no longer hide what it wants."
He squeezed your waist tighter, picking up the pace. Your mouth opened instinctively, letting out moans you didn't even know you could make.
"Like this. That's how I want you. I want you to let it all out. Every little noise, every gasp, every scream."
Your nails dug into his shoulders. Your legs trembled, your chest rose and fell hard.
"That's it, baby. Give it to me."
"Don't stop. Let go. I want to hear you beg me without words."
Your body exploded without warning. Your orgasm broke you with a choked cry, your name and his mingled in moans as you clung to him as if he was the only thing holding you.
But Jungwon didn't stop.
"See?"
"You're not so quiet when you're being well taken care of."
He pushed harder, deeper, faster. He was fucking you with a rhythm that no longer sought only pleasure-he sought to leave you scarred, toneless, broken with love and desire.
“And we're not done yet, beautiful.”
"I'm going to get every sound out of you that you've hidden since we met...and more."
✧ Ni-ki ----------
Your wrists were tied to the headboard with his belt, the firm leather biting into your skin every time you moved. Ni-ki was kneeling between your legs, still clothed, with that dangerous smile you knew so well.
“We can stay here all day, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky and his tone so low it made your skin bristle.
“This isn't over until you let out every sound you've been hiding.”
He picked up the small vibrator and turned it on. The buzz was like a promise in the air, and when he positioned it directly over your clit, a shuddering gasp escaped your lips.
But it wasn't enough. Not for him.
"That's it?"
He let out a soft laugh, laden with mockery, as his dark gaze bore into yours.
"Come on, baby. I know you can do better. Much better."
And then he lowered his head, and without giving you time to beg, his tongue came down on you with searing intensity.
Two fingers plunged inside you, precise, impatient, at the same pace as his mouth devoured your center with obsession. Every suction, every swirl of her tongue, every lunge of his fingers... everything was designed to break you.
And it did.
He was shaking you. He'd drag you to the edge.
And he wouldn't take his eyes off your face.
“Look at you...” he murmured between licks.
“You're a beautiful mess.”
You pulled at his belt hard, the leather straining tighter against your wrists. Your legs trembled, your voice threatening to come out, and he knew it. He wanted it. He demanded it.
His fingers found that exact spot that made you look white. A long moan escaped your throat before you could stop it.
“You're shaking, wet, moaning...”
“And you still dare to say you're not loud?”
He dropped the vibrator to the mattress carelessly, and brought one hand up to squeeze your cheeks, parting your lips with his fingers, forcing your mouth open.
“You're not going to hide another fucking sound.”
“I want to hear the whole of you.”
And you did.
The moans came out uncontrolled, raw, desperate. Your body arched, your hips sought more, your eyes rolled back as you cum on his fingers and tongue unable to stop yourself.
“Ni-ki... it's too much... Fuck!”
His name came out of you like a dirty prayer, repeated through tears of pleasure.
“You're so fucking beautiful when you can't stop screaming.”
Your voice sounded satisfied, lustful, as if you'd found your drug of choice.
You came hard, your body undone, dripping, still trapped in his fingers as he watched you from below as if worshipping you.
And when at last your muscles stopped trembling, he slowly climbed up, cupped your face with both hands, and left a soft kiss on your forehead, like a sweet punishment after so much destruction.
"You did so well for me, my pretty girl."
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slytherin boys hc realizing they were to rough after an argument and comforting you?😭🙏
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✧.*𝑺𝑳𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 | 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾
characters: mattheo riddle, tom riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy
warnings: fighting, arguing, fluff, mention of make up sex, so a bit smut
Mattheo Riddle:
let‘s be honest, he would definetly take a moment to realize he actually hurt your feelings
his pride and stubbornness would be in the way at first
but when he sees the first tears rolling down your cheeks he slowly walks towards you giving your forehead a kiss while hugging you tightly and swiping your tears away with his thumb
"I am so sorry princess, I swear you‘re right. I didn‘t mean it like that, you know that, right? I love you so much I would never want to hurt you on purpose. Can you please talk to me again, baby?"
he would pull you onto his lap and rock you slighty while whispering sweet things into your ear telling you how sorry he is and that it won‘t happen again
Mattheo would just cuddle you for the rest of the night and maybe have make up sex with you If you‘re not too mad at him
"I‘m gonna show you how sorry I am princess." he would be a MUNCH and eat you out, never stopping no matter how sensetive you got.
"Want me to stop? Come on baby, one more just one more I promise." his tounge would flick relentlessly over your clit over and over again, his green ties around your wrists making it hard to protest.
Tom Riddle:
bro would try to manipulate you at first and tell you you‘re overreacting and too sensetive but when you leave the room and don‘t try to reach out to him for a few days..
you got his head spinning
maybe he would wonder why you‘re ignoring him until he remebers your fight which he almost forgot because it was so unimportant to him
i think he would try to get closer to you so you had to talk to him
but when you still wouldn‘t and he notices the hurt in your eyes, he would wrap his arms around you from behind and whisper in your ear how sorry he is
he couldn‘t believe he really spoke these words but you meant too much to him to loose you over an stupid argument he couldn‘t even remember at first
"How difficult was that for you?" you ask when your little frown on your fave disappears and is switched with a smirk. He rolls his eyes and presses you against him, still whispering in your ear.
"Don‘t try your luck too much darling." While his fingers squeeze your sides
100% rough make up sex where he would punish you for not talking to him
"Fuck you think you can just ignore me? Act like I‘m not there?" while he pounds into you from behind, pushing your face down into the pillow.
"What was that darling? Couldn‘t hear you over all the noises you make."
Theodore Nott:
I have a splitted opinion on Theodore to be honest
on one side he would be the sweetest and comfort you right away without thinking twice about it
but on the other hand I also see him giving you a cold shoulder, also too stubborn and ignorant to realize how much he hurt you
but on either side, when he then would notice how you ignore him he would so something romantic to make it up to you
I just see him with a picnic prepared outside at the lake with your favorite snacks and a plushy for you.
"I‘m so sorry cara mia you mean the world to me, I never meant to hurt you. Please let me male it up to you."
After the picnic and you forgiving him he would pin you down, not giving a fuck who would see you If walking mear by
"Theo! Everyone could see!" you struggle against his fingers on your clit. "hmm let them see how sorry I am principessa."
he would pussy your skirt up and eat you out like Mattheo but without the whole overstimulation
when you come for the first time he wouldn‘t hesitate or waste any time to pull down his pants and fuck you next to the lake
"Fuck we should argue more often If that‘s the outcome of it. Me pounding your tight little pussy amore." You would shoot him a glare but moan his name right after, eyes rolling back
Lorenzo Berkshire:
He would be THE sweetest ever
but also he‘s someone who try‘s to stay calm during fights but then when he is really mad, he just explodes without thinking
as soon as he sees the first tear rolling down your face he would walk over to you and hug you so tight you almost couldn‘t breathe.
"God y/n I am so so so so sorry I swear it will never happen again! Shit I‘m so stupid I don‘t even deserve you baby."
when you would forgive him and already forgot about the fight you two had, he couldn‘t stop thinking about it.
he was just so sorry he had to show you somehow so the first thing that came to his mind was buying you something you wanted since forever
a fucking puppy
"Enzo! Oh my god you did nooot!" you said in a whiny tone about to cry from happiness
"No no no princess please don‘t cry I can bring him back If you don‘t – " "What? No!" you take him out of his hands and look down into it‘s cute face "thank you thank you thank you!"
after the day went by and you two got everything you need for your new baby, you wanted to thank your boyfriend
"Oh – fuck yes." he‘d groan while you ride him, bouncing up and down "Bloody hell I‘ll give you a whole damn zoo If that‘s what‘s going to happen after." he says while gripping your hips and fucking right up into your thankful pussy
Draco Malfoy:
he didn‘t know what to do at first, your cold shoulder towards him felt like a knife in his chest even tho he knew he deserved it
he said some things to you in an argument he wasn‘t proud of, too ashamed when he knew you only wanted the best for him
The only thing he knew was showering you in gifts which would work with little things but not this. You wanted him to apologize with real words.
after days of giving you gift after gift he realized for himself that it wasn‘t going to work.
"Darling? Do you have a minute?" he would ask to which you just nod slighty
He would take a deep breath before speaking " I am sorry for what I said. I truly am. And I never should have said that to you or let my frustration out on you I‘m really ashamed of what vame out of my mouth when everything you wanted was just the best mor me."
It felt like a stone fell from his heart after speaking what he had thought for days and your happy face told him it was just what you wanted to hear
"Shit y/n –" he groans when you take him deeper into your mouth, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
"Just wait what we‘ll do after that pretty boy." you chuckled before taking him back knto your mouth and sucking him for dear life.
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Bad, bad news - 18+
Main masterlist | Part 2
"Bad, bad news, one of us is gonna lose, I'm the powder you're the fuse...just add some friction." You and Spencer play to see who can control themselves the longest. Loser is at the winner's mercy for the rest of the night.
Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
DISCLAIMER You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Minors do not interact at all. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you don’t like it, don’t read.
WARNING: Smut: Switch!/dom! Spencer, switch!/sub! reader, cock-warming, nipple play, dirty talk, edging/orgasm denial, clit stimulation, one singular spank, no use of protection, pet names (sweet girl, good girl, etc). Not proofread. Proceed at your own risk.
Word count: 2.9K See notes at end for authors note & spoilers.
Rolling around half naked in your bed sheets is like a harmonious duet on most days. You and Spencer mindlessly slip into your roles using non-verbal cues. Today was not one of those days. Today was a messy battle for dominance and your sheets bore the brunt.
“Give in,” Spencer whispers, his knee strategically pressed against your heat. “You know you want to.”
You wiggle your wrists out of his grasp above your head and flatten your palms against his chest as you push him back down. He doesn't react fast enough and you’re straddling him again. You claim his mouth in a roaring kiss and swallow a desperate moan.
“Baby, if anyone’s going to give in it’s you.” You taunt, pulling away.
Without warning, Spencer bucks his hips up, rubbing his hardness against your core. It makes you jolt.
“Yeah?” He licks his lips and flashes you a cocky smile.
“Y-yes.” You’re quick to regain composure, not wanting to let him rob you of the upper hand. “You can barely control yourself.”
He harshly cups your jaw in retaliation and pushes himself up until his lips are almost brushing yours. You have to brace yourself against his shoulder and his eyes lock in on yours. He lingers there for a second, his breath tickles your skin. Your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips. His hold on your jaw loosens as the two of you slowly lean in.
“I’m not the one that needs to be controlled.” It’s a low gravel that vibrates against your mouth as he retracts his head, making you chase after the kiss.
Before you can catch his lips, he rolls you over and pushes himself on his knees. The noise that leaves you upon impact is something between a squeak and a grunt. He doesn’t give you time to assimilate, flipping you over and yanking you by your hips. Your cunt slams against his bulge and you groan, gripping the sheets. He grabs your hands, pinning them behind your back. You try to squirm out of his grip, but he’s got you pinned firmly.
“Hey, that is not fair!” You whine.
“Oh? Why not?”
“You’re biologically stronger than I am!”
“Aw, poor baby.” He pouts with a mocking coo.
You huff and make another futile attempt to set yourself free.
“Just give in and I’ll let go.” He chuckles.
“Fuck off–ah!” A firm smack on your behind cuts you off.
If that wasn’t so hot you could have at least pretended to be upset, but the way you involuntarily grind your hips gives you away before you can even make the effort. Spencer hisses in response. His eyes rake down your back to your ass pressed against him. So that backfired.
You’re just as stubborn as he is and he doesn’t have the patience to wear you down. He needs to watch you squirm as you beg for him. He wants to feel how desperate you are for him. Using a featherlight touch, his hand travels up your back. He leans in, torso hovering over your back and brings his lips to your ear.
“How about I make you a deal, hmm?” A trail of kisses starts from below your ear to your jaw.
“A deal?” You repeat, falling into a slight daze.
His fingers stop skimming over your back when he reaches the clasp of your bra and he undoes it in one swift motion. You can feel your heartbeat as your breasts spring free.
“Mhm.” He releases his hold on you and moves off you to sit up against the headboard.
“What deal?” You question as you sit up, eyeing him curiously.
“Well, it’s more of a bet.”
Part of the reason you and Spencer work so well is because of your ability to keep up with each other's competitive nature.
“Go on.” You rid yourself of the bra hanging on your shoulders.
He tries to hide it, but, being met with your bare chest has an immediate effect on him. The silent but sharp inhale, the way he tries oh so hard to keep his eyes on your face and the way his lip rolls between his teeth. You can practically feel your arousal pooling in your underwear.
“Come here.” He beckons you closer with his fingers.
A shrewd smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth. You position yourself on your hands and knees, effectively crawling toward him. It shouldn’t feel as alluring as it does, but the sight makes his cock twitch. Part of him wants to grab you and pull you onto his lap the second you’re within reach, but he waits for you to get there on your own, watching you intently with every step.
His palms caress the sides of your ribcage as you straddle him and he swipes his tongue between his lips. You drape your arms on his shoulders, wrapping them so your fingers run through his hair. You let him kiss you on the chin, jaw and shoulder, but when he tries to go lower, you pull on his hair by the base. He turns his head back up to you and you both rest your foreheads together.
“You are impossibly stubborn.” He groans.
“I wouldn’t have to be if you would simply do as I say.”
“I should tie you up and make you watch as I take care of myself in front of you.” There’s an underlying playfulness in his sigh.
“That sounds like a punishment.” You quirk your eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t have to if you had let me take care of you as I’ve wanted from the start.”
“You won’t. At all.” You state point blank, indicating he's not the one in charge.
Spencer tsks and brushes his thumb against your nipple. You playfully slap his hand away. You don’t know it yet, but he’s already noting everything he’ll punish you for when the time comes.
“Do you trust me?”
You nod, giving him a cautious stare.
“Do. you. trust. me?” He repeats, unsatisfied with the non-verbal confirmation.
“Yes!” You huff.
“Up.” He drops his hands to your hips, gripping the flesh and pushing it away from him.
You lift yourself off him and on your knees. Spencer then lifts his hips, tugging his boxers down providing ample room for his length to bounce out. Looking down you can see just how hard he is. His tip’s swollen, pink and leaking with pre-cum. If you weren’t so turned on right now, you’d question what he’s up to.
There is no shortage of things you want to do to him and he can tell as much when he runs a finger through your slit, pushing the fabric to the side. The action is unexpected and you have to use his shoulders for support, a whimper escaping your lips. You glare at him but he pays you no mind.
“Fuucck,” He breathily groans, “you are soaked.”
It always takes you a little off guard when Spencer swears. He rarely does, saving it for when he feels very passionately about something. It makes you clench around nothing. Spencer guides your hips a little lower and runs his tip between your folds. You can only chuff in desperation as you try to keep yourself composed.
“Sit.” He commands, lining himself up with your entrance.
You’re sceptical but comply nonetheless. You slowly sink on his length and his fingers dig into the plush of your hips. The two of you exchange a gasp as you attempt to ground yourselves. Something about how he stretches your walls open is so delicious and palatable, that it makes you forget all sense or reason.
“Now what?”
“Now,” his voice floats in and out of short breaths, “you sit still.”
“I beg you pardon? Still?” Your perplexity makes him chuckle.
Shock waves travel between your cores and you squirm.
“Uh-uh.” His grip on your body tightens as he holds you in place. “You heard me. Sit still.”
You mull over his words and it clicks.
“Cockwarming?”
“Precisely.”
“That’s your deal?”
“Bet.” He corrects.
A silent pause takes over the conversation. You try to study his challenging stare, but honestly, all you can focus on is how enchanting his eyes are. How ethereal they look when you have him begging for you. You’re smart enough to recognise that the only shot you have of making that happen is if you indulge him for now.
“Okay, genius, I’ll bite. What are we betting on?”
“Control. More specifically, which one of us is better at exhibiting control.”
“So not you.” You snort.
He rolls his eyes but he’s unsure if it’s because of your comment or how warm you feel around his cock. He doesn’t point out that he’s already demonstrating a great amount of control by not flipping you over and fucking the shit out of you, because it might not work in his favour.
“What happens when I win?”
Your follow-up question brings him back to you with brows raised in astonishment.
“When you win?”
“Or when you lose. Whatever way you wanna look at it.”
His eyes narrow and his tongue swipes the inside of his cheek. Maybe if he brought up how good he is at holding his tongue, he could make a point about how much more control he’s in.
“Whoever wins gets to do whatever they want to the other. For tonight.”
You twist your lips to the side in contemplation. Spencer tracks every shift in your features.
“Deal.” You answer with a genuine smile.
“Thank you.” His gratitude is relayed in a husky whisper.
You don’t know if it’s the way he speaks or the words he says, but it makes you clench. You don’t realise until he hisses and throws his head back.
“You can’t be doing that.” His thumbs caress the skin they’re resting on.
“What? This?” You repeat the action intentionally and give him your most convincing doe eyes.
Oh the things he plans to do to you. His thoughts hide behind a half-smirk and his eyes drop to your breasts. The look on his face borders between unsettling and erotic, sending shivers down your spine. Spencer lets his hand drift up your sides, stopping so his thumbs brush your nipples again. The feeling provokes goosebumps all over.
You unintentionally whimper when he gently rolls them between his thumbs and forefingers. At first, Spencer was only trying to tease you for your antics, but the sound of your voice made him want to coax more out of you. He adds pressure to his hold and tugs. Your walls tighten around him again and he lessens the pressure to keep himself composed. If you don’t stop, he will. Your hands move to cup his wrists in place and you try to hold back the pathetic sounds threatening to spill out of you.
“Can’t have your cake and eat it too, sweet girl. Tell me what you want.” His voice is a coo masking a command.
“For you to stop playing games and give up already.” You try to keep your voice steady but fail.
“You’re just delaying the inevitable at this point. The longer you fight, the harder you’ll have to beg.” He relays it like a scientific fact that can’t be proven wrong.
“And you’re delusional if you think that’s happening. I won’t beg for you.”
“That’s two bets you’re losing tonight.”
You scoff but before you can get another word in, he pulls your taut nubs with a tighter grip than before. You have to fight the urge to lean away and roll your hips. Your breathing quickens, it’s almost as if you're quietly heaving. Then you make the mistake of looking down. Slender fingers toying with your hardened peaks and cock so deep inside you that your cores are touching at the base.
Your senses feel heightened. Everything you sense is jumbled. You can practically taste the sweet ecstasy that fills your body when he’s driving into you so hard that he’s pressing against your stomach. You don’t realise how close you are to the edge, but Spencer does. He can tell by the slight shake in your legs as you try to keep yourself still. And the way your nails dig into his wrists.
All your focus is on keeping yourself from clenching because you don’t want him to stop. The coil in your stomach has almost completely unravelled; you just need to sit still for a few more seconds.
Seven. In your distracted state you let a few tiny moans slip out.
Six. It elates Spencer, he almost feels bad for what he’s about to do.
Five. As you grow louder, Spencer begins shushing you in his soft voice.
Four. You shut your eyes, anticipating your release.
Three. Almost there, your lip rolls between your teeth.
Two–
Your efforts are wasted because Spencer lets go right as you’re on the brink.
“NofuckWHY?!” You speak so fast that you join your sentence into one word.
A brash chuckle erupts from him. He releases his wrists from your grip.
“Come on, you didn’t actually think I was going to let you cum.”
You let out a frustrated huff.
“Only good girls get to come. Are you a good girl?” He adds, intertwining his hands with yours.
It seems like an intimate act, but you can see past it. As always, the sneaky bastard has found himself a loophole. The truth is, Spencer doesn’t have more patience, he’s just too good at achieving results. He’s basically admitted defeat and you’ll still be the one to lose. You can only give him a narrowed stare, scouring his eyes with your jaw hanging.
“No?” He prompts when your silence is too long.
This time, he only gives attention to one of your nubs and his other hand lands on your clit without warning. He doesn’t ease you into his brutal pace, flicking over your bud with his middle finger. The strain against your sensitive nipple, the stimulation on your inflamed bud and his erection still buried inside you. It’s an overwhelming sensation and you’re unsure of what to focus on. The result is a loud, strangled moan you try to muffle in the crook of his neck.
“Fuck! Spencer!”
It doesn’t take long for the tension in your abdomen to start building again. You try to focus on your breathing and relieve the intensity by pressing your nails into his shoulders. Spencer remains undeterred and you can’t escape the feeling. It’s building fast and it’s going to run through you like a tidal wave.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck– oh God– oh fuck–”
Your stringed obscenities are matched by Spencer's more silent hums and groans. He’s enjoying this, probably more than you are. His begins to twitch inside you at random intervals, he could cum just from this.
“You’re close. Maybe I should stop. Hmm?” He mumbles his words as close to your ear as he can.
“Pleaseplease–fucking–please– don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
“Admit that you’re my good girl.”
“Spenc– mmh–”
It’s too much but not enough at the same time. The tension inside is brewing too thick, you’re about to snap.
“You’re not cumming until you say it,” Spencer warns sternly, “say you’re my good girl.”
The sound of his voice only adds to your desperation. All you give him in return is your lewd mewls. He’s brought you back to the edge, you only need one final push.
“Still nothing? You must not want it bad enough.” He starts to slow down his pace, indicating that he’s about to stop.
The threat alone makes you break.
“No!” You yelp. “Nonono– I’m a good girl– I’m your good girl! Please don’t stop!”
You’re panting frantically. He’s won.
“Yeah? You think so?”
Yet he’s still going to make you work for it. He quickens his pace again and you don’t even try to keep yourself still anymore, squirming in his lap.
“Mhm..” It’s a broken beg, your face still hiding in his neck.
“Look at me.” He hisses gently, struggling against the friction you’ve started to build.
You lazily lift your head to meet his eyes. He has a victorious smirk on his face. Your eyes struggle to stay open and you flutter your lids.
“Oh, you look so pretty. All flushed and desperate.” He teases. “Tell me, what are you?”
You need release, now. Your legs try to close around his body.
“I– ah– shit– I’m–fuck your g–good girl!” Your words exit as more of a moan than a coherent sentence. The coil in your stomach is about to burst any second.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” He’s relishing in your struggle.
You let out a frustrated whine.
“I’m your good girl!”
Spencer chuckles at just how agreeable you’ve become because of how badly you want to cum. Your brows furrow and you throw your head back, eyes squeezing shut. Just as you’re about to get your sweet release, Spencer stops. You snap your sights on him, utterly dazed, annoyed and confused. Spencer leans in, getting close enough for his whisper to reach you.
“Prove it.”
Spoilers: Smut.
AN - When I said edging, I meant it. We’re all getting edged. Anyway first kinktober piece, I can’t promise I’ll deliver all of them in October. I’m just a girl (uni takes priority sorry guys). Also, this is kinda overdue now but thank you for 1K <3
TT has ruined so many things for me. I couldn’t write this without thinking of “asserting dominance” and giggling.
Thank you for reading!
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REVENGE
thanos x fem!reader (smut)
warnings: kind of noncon so read at your own risk
you were minding your own business, sitting at your bunk, eating the shitty meal you were given when you heard some yelling.
you turned your head to where the noises were coming from only to see your brother myung gi, who you didn’t even know was here until now, getting beaten up. instinctively, you storm over to stop them.
"not thinking of interfering, are you?"
the purple haired man asked as he tilted his head, his eyes widened sadistically.
you threw a punch in his face without even considering for a second, landing right on his nose, making him loose his balance and stumble back.
in an instant, he lunged at you. he gritted his teeth as blood ran down his nose, his eyes filled with a deadly rage. grabbing you by the collar and pinning you to the wall. "you think you can just hit me like that? huh!? you've got a lot of guts for someone so small." he spat, eyes narrowed as he glared at you.
some other players had turned their attention to the sight of the commotion, some had ceased their betting and others watched with intrigue and anticipation as they witnessed what would unfold.
player 001 stepped in, putting a swift end to the conflict before thanos could hurt you. he took it upon himself to discipline thanos and his friend by delivering a thorough beating, leaving both of them bruised and battered.
thanos stayed put on the ground, coughing and panting from exhaustion, his nose still stinging from your punch and the beating he just received.
“you’re gonna pay for this, you bitch!” he yelled after you between coughs when you and your brother headed to the bathroom to clean up.
he still had enough spunk left in him to send a threat your way even after his beating.
he was determined to get revenge.
after cleaning the blood of your brothers face and a small skirmish between the two of you for joining this game you heard that lights were out in 5 minutes so you head back to the dorm.
you could feel thanos’ eyes on you as you got ready for bed.
as the minutes ticked by, the lights slowly dimmed, signaling that it could only mean one thing - it was time to sleep. the dorm fell quiet, dimly lit by the faint glow of the piggy bank.
players were trying to find some level of rest, laying down on their beds with blankets or just simply sitting on their beds.
thanos' eyes stayed on you, watching you as you got into bed, his resentment still burning bright. he was waiting for a moment to catch you off guard and get his revenge.
after laying down with your eyes open, which felt like hours, you decided to go to the bathroom. to wash your face or just to get out of the dorm full of people to get your mind together. you didn’t really know.
you looked over to your brother to see him sound asleep before heading to the door. after convincing the guard you headed to the bathroom, not realizing thanos who left the dorm right after you.
you only took notice of him when the door to the ladies bathroom was kicked open. you, startled, look back to see who it is.
fuck.
“i told you you’d pay for what you did. now…how should i make you pay?” he talked like he was talking to himself.
“i could kill you. easily. but…it would be a shame if something happened to such a beautiful girl like you.”
your words were caught at your throat, not daring to come out.
“maybe i should teach you a lesson, huh?”
that’s how you ended up with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping tightly at the flesh of your ass as he made you move on his dick, like a little sex toy. his own little fleshlight.
you didn’t know if you hated him for fucking you or yourself for liking it.
he held you up on the air as he thrusted himself into you like you were light as a feather. hands repeatedly landing on your ass, leaving big red hand marks on the surface, making you moan and yelp at the same time.
“fuck! you like this don’t you? you filthy little slut.”
you held onto his shoulders as his pace got faster and he fucked you harder. a knot growing in you, making you disgusted at yourself for liking this but too cock drunk out to care. your eyes closed, too lost in pleasure.
his hand moved from your ass to your stretched out pussy. you didn’t notice it until he pinched your clit, hard, making your eyes shot open with a little scream.
“you look at me when i fuck you.” he ordered. you could only nod.
“tell me who makes you feel this good, bitch. tell me!”
“you! you a-are thanos! fuck-fucking me so good!” you could barely form a sentence at your state.
“yeah i am! come on my cock, baby. make a big fucking mess.” that’s all it took. you fell apart. your walls spasming around him, brain foggy, nails digging at his back, head thrown back, yells and moans spilling from your lips as you came undone.
just when you were about to come down from your high thanos hit your sensitive and twitching clit repeatedly. the pain and pleasure of the act, and how sensitive your body was right after cumming you couldn’t stop yourself from gushing around his dick. your juices covered his lower stomach, his thighs, your thighs as well, and his dick.
that’s when he lost it. he came, hard, when he felt the warm wetness on himself. he held your face, harshly, making you look at him.
“if you even try to do anything to me ever again…you pussy won’t be the only thing i ruin.”
then he kissed you so sweetly. almost sweet enough to make you forget that he threatened to kill you and then fucked you dumb.
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Need 2 (Logan Howlett x f!reader)
A/N: So...I'm back already lol. This sort of just came to me last night. I was rewatching the first and second X-Men movies and got a little inspired. This is also inspired by the song "Need 2" by Pinegrove. Didn't think I'd be posting another fic already, but here we are. Hopefully y'all enjoy!
Summary: You and Logan have always been plagued with nightmares, so avoiding sleep is just something you two have in common...until you find yourselves in each other's beds, helping one another through your nightmares.
Warnings: 18+! Smut! Minors DNI! PWP. Unprotected PIV (wrap it up), Fingering, AFAB!reader, fem!reader, Reader has some hair at the nape of her neck that can be played with (length, color and texture are not described!), mutant!reader, cursing, canon typical violence, angst, praise kink, feelings, nightmares, friends to lovers, probably some grammatical errors, I think that's all?
Word Count: 3,906
Some nights, it was easier not to sleep. It was easier to go down into the kitchen, the living room, or one of the many libraries in the mansion and stay awake. It was easier than forcing yourself to go to bed, just to wake up screaming thirty minutes later.
So tonight, like far too many nights, you’ve found yourself in your favorite corner in your favorite library in the mansion. You’re reading Simone de Beauvoir’s letters to Sartre when a familiar figure enters the room.
“What’re you doing awake?” Logan’s voice is gruff, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his beater tight against his chest. “You should be asleep.”
“Can’t sleep,” You answer, placing a bookmark between the pages and shutting the book. You look up at the old grandfather clock on the other side of the room. 2:00 AM. “You should be sleeping too.” You smirk patting the free space next to you on the loveseat.
He shakes his head. “Too stuffy in here.”
You roll your eyes, placing the book down on the couch. “Then what’s your plan, big guy?”
He holds up his beer and points down the hall. “Gonna sit in front of the T.V. You can too,” he pauses tentatively, “if you want.”
“S-sure,” you stutter. Why are you stuttering? You spend time with Logan constantly. This isn’t new. This is normal. You feel your heart rate pick up. This is ridiculous. This is a totally regular night.
You stand and follow him down the hall and into another room, one with a lit fireplace and a television. You both sit down, leaving a generous amount of room between the two of you. Logan reaches for the remote and turns the T.V. on. He surfs through the channels before stopping on a movie you instantly recognize.
“Casablanca?” You ask, turning towards him, letting yourself move just a bit closer as you do so. You feel like he’s moved closer in too.
He nods, his eyes glued to the screen. “It’s a classic.”
You can’t help but smirk. “Never pinned you for the love story type.”
“You’d be surprised,” he says back as he turns towards you again. There’s a faint smile on his face. You swear his eyes flicker down to your lips for just a second before he turns to face the T.V. again.
A few minutes go by like this, the two of you just inches away from one another. You can’t concentrate on the movie with him this close. It’s impossible.
Despite the heat of the fire, you start to feel a chill. Goose bumps rise on your arms, and you pull your legs into your chest, your arms wrapping around your knees.
Logan immediately notices, shifting to grab the throw blanket from behind him. “Cold?” He asks, taking the opportunity to move closer towards you as he tosses the blanket over the two of you.
“Y-yeah, thanks,” you answer. But you’re still cold. You bring the blanket up so that it rests just under your chin. For such an old mansion, the A/C must work great. No wonder the fire was already lit when you and Logan got in here.
Logan notices again. He rests his arm against the back of the couch. “You could…” He trails off, nodding his head to offer the space right next to him, in his arms. “Come over here?” You nod back, scooching closer until your side presses into his.
He’s an absolute furnace. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing up and down your arm gently. He’s so warm. You instinctively curl into him, wanting nothing more than to be closer to him. For the first time in months, you feel comfortable enough—safe enough—to fall asleep.
“Better?” He asks, his lips brushing against your forehead.
You nod against his chest. “So much better.” You whisper. You can feel your eyelids growing heavy. You let them fall shut. Let yourself go. Give in. Finally.
“Lo?” You quietly call out. You’re so close to sleep that you don’t even realize you’re speaking.
You can feel his smile on the side of your head. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“You feel so nice.” You’re mumbling, half asleep. It’s nonsense, but it’s true. “So safe.”
He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “You do too. Now get some sleep.”
You shake your head softly. “Only if you sleep, too.”
You think you feel another kiss. One of his hands reaches up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck. “I will, I promise.”
You drift off to sleep, waking up just once about an hour and a half later to see Logan still on the couch beside you. He’s asleep, still holding you to his chest. You don’t wake him. You let yourself fall asleep again.
You wake up a few hours later, this time in your own bed, the sun shining through your curtains. You notice a note next to your pillow.
Glad you got some sleep. -Logan
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You can hear him, his grunts, his screams. You jump out of bed and sprint down the hall. You don’t need a flashlight to find his room. You know the way by heart. You don’t even bother knocking. You burst in and shut the door behind you.
You run over to the side of his bed and start to softly shake him. “It’s just a dream, Lo,” you call out to him. He doesn’t wake up. He’s still grunting, still tossing and turning. You feel helpless. “Logan, it’s okay.” You speak a bit louder this time, putting more of your weight on his shoulders as you shake him. Nothing. No change.
“Logan, please wake up.” Louder again. And still nothing. “Fuck it.”
You climb onto the bed, maneuvering so that you can get on top of him. You’re straddling him now, which probably isn’t the world’s greatest idea. You shake his shoulders harder as he winces, his head thrashing against the mattress, his chest rapidly rising and falling.
“Come on, Lo, wake up.”
And then, he’s sitting up, claws out, the tips just nudging the base of your throat. “It’s me!” You shout. “It’s just me!” You can hear the shing of his claws retracting. You look down to see that the collar of your shirt is sliced.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” He’s wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest, scanning your body frantically for any injury. He’s moving up and down your skin like a wildfire, checking every possible surface that he could have pierced or sliced.
You try to stop him, but he refuses to listen. “You didn’t get me, Logan. I’m okay, really.”
He pushes you down onto the mattress, carefully turning you over onto your stomach before you can protest. “I’m just checking your back, okay?”
“You couldn’t have touched my back. That’s physically impossible.” You try to turn back over, but he keeps you down, one hand pinned between your shoulder blades as the other pulls up your shirt to search your skin. You suddenly remember you aren’t wearing a bra. You’re not wearing any shorts, either. Just your oversized pajama shirt and panties.
His fingers gently trace your skin before reaching up to pull the shirt back down. He finally lets you turn over. You push yourself up so that you’re sitting on your knees, just a few inches away from Logan. It’s your turn to reach out to him now. You bring up a tentative hand to his shoulder; he trembles under your touch but doesn’t push you away. You move a bit closer, your knee slotting into the space between his thighs. Your hand slides up his shoulder to his neck, and he finally leans into your palm.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers again. He moves closer, shifting his thighs further into your own. “I never, ever want to hurt you.” He brings his arms back around you, hesitantly pulling you into his chest. You let him, let him hold you. You know he needs to—needs to feel someone else. You wrap your arms around his body too.
“I know, Lo. It’s okay. No more apologizing.” You hold him tighter. “Are you okay?”
He hums as his face burrows into the crook of your neck. “Just a nightmare.” A part of you is surprised he’s letting you hold him and holding you back. “I fucked up your shirt.”
You let your head rest against his shoulder. “I know.”
“Almost fucking killed you.” He’s trembling again like he wants to push you away.
You hold him tighter. “You didn’t though,” You mumble against his bare skin. “Please don’t run away. Let me hold you, please.”
He relaxes again, pulling you in tighter in response. “Why do you care about me?”
You shake your head in disbelief. “Why do you care about me?” You ask back.
He scoffs. “Because I…” He trails off. You can tell he’s not giving you the whole truth. “I just do. You’re you. That’s all there is to it.”
“Exactly. And you’re you.” You can feel his lips ghost against your neck—not quite a kiss, but not quite nothing either. “So, I care about you too.”
“I don’t deserve it, the way you care about me.” His lips don’t move from that half-kiss position along your neck as he speaks. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t talk like that.” Your voice is suddenly stern, assertive. “You deserve so much, Logan. So much.” Before you can even think about what you’re doing, you press a kiss against his bare shoulder. And then another. And another.
“You should go back to bed.” His voice is low and hoarse. He finally presses a true kiss into your neck, too.
You shake your head. “No,” you whisper. “Let me stay with you.”
“But what if I—”
You cut him off. “Please.”
He doesn’t protest this time. He just guides you down to the pillows, keeping one arm tightly around your waist as the other brings the covers up and over the two of you.
You stay intertwined, your legs tangled up with his, your chests pressed tightly together. You bring your hands up to the nape of his neck, gently raking your nails through his hair. His lips find your neck again, kissing that spot just underneath your ear. It’s chaste, but there’s something else there. You know there is.
You can feel him relaxing, drifting off into sleep, and so you let yourself do the same. There’s nowhere you feel safer than with Logan.
When you wake up, you’re still in Logan’s bed, but his side is empty. Again, there’s a note on the pillow next to you.
Thank you. Hope this makes up for what I did. -Logan.
Underneath the note is his favorite Rolling Stones shirt.
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You’re somewhere dark, sitting on a cold metal chair, your hands shackled in more cold metal. The air tastes like metal, too. And then it dawns on you: Magneto.
His figure appears in front of you, his hand extended out towards something...perhaps someone. Towards no one? No. There he is, floating in front of you. Logan. “NO!” You yell. You can feel your throat burn as you shout.
“Let him go!” You scream. But Magneto doesn’t budge. He holds Logan in the air, bending the metal in his body. He stretches Logan’s claws out. You remember when Logan told you it hurts every time he unleashes them. You can’t imagine the pain he’s in now.
“Logan!” You cry out. Your abilities don’t seem to work, no matter how hard you try. You’re powerless, helpless, useless. You echo his name repeatedly to no avail.
You’re forced to sit and watch as his claws bend backward. Tears run down your face as Logan screams in agony. There’s nothing you can do. You thrash in place.
“Let him fucking go!” You sob, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Logan! I’m so sorry. Oh fuck. I’m so sorry.” A familiar name calls for you in the distance, but you ignore it. “I’m so sorry,” you cry. “So fucking sorry.”
The voice shouts your name again. And again. Tears stain your cheeks.
“I’m so sorry,” you mumble.
“It’s just a dream, come on, wake up for me sweetheart.” You know that voice. “I’m right here, just wake up.”
Your eyes finally flutter open. There he is, in front of you, his solid frame heavy on top of you. “Lo?” You push yourself up to meet him.
“It’s me, darlin’, It’s me.”
You throw your arms around him, sobbing into his bare chest. “Fuck,” you mumble against him.
He wraps his arms tightly around your body, carefully bringing you back down to the bed. “It’s okay. It’s over now. I’m here.”
“How’d you know I was…” You trail off, swallowing harshly, not wanting to think about what you just dreamed of.
“You called my name. I came the second I heard you.” His voice is soft but shaky. It dawns on you that you scared him.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Tears stream down your cheeks, your voice a trembling mess.
He presses a soft kiss against your shoulder, and then that usual spot in the crook of your neck. He somehow manages to pull you tighter into his chest. “Don’t be sorry darlin’, please. Nothing to be sorry for.”
“But I woke you,” you protest. “I scared you.”
“That’s fine, sweetheart.” His breath tickles the skin of your neck. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He’s kissing you more fervently than normal. There’s something panicked about his movements, like he’s still worried that you might not be fine.
You take a deep breath. “Lo?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Can you stay with me?” You feel like a child, but you don’t care. You want to feel him. You need to be close to him. You can’t lose him. Not now. Not ever.
His legs tangle with yours. “I’m not going anywhere.” His voice is a whisper now.
You nod, pushing yourself further into him. “Need to feel you,” you say, running your hands along his back, his chest, his waist. You need him, every inch, every curve. All of him.
“Darlin’,” he mutters. “What do you mean?”
You break away from him for just a second. His brows are furrowed. “Need you, Lo.”
You watch his throat bob as he swallows. “You have me.”
“No Logan I-I—” You stutter. “I want you. Need you. I need you closer. Please.”
His eyes search yours, his hands finding their way under your shirt. His fingers climb higher, stopping just below your chest, where the hem of your bra would be.
You inhale deeply and press harder into him. “Please, Lo. Please.”
“Sweetheart, is this really what you want?” You can feel his breath against your lips. He’s so close, but not close enough. “That dream…” He pauses. “If this is only because of the dream…”
You shut your eyes, remembering what you saw. You feel a tear slide down your still-wet cheek. You breathe deeply. “Wanted you before the dream,” you murmur nervously.
“Darlin’, you gotta be careful saying things like that.” He presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. Your noses touch gently. He slots his legs higher between yours and pulls you closer.
“Why?” You ask.
“Because I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you.” His hands become less hesitant, his fingers tracing the underside of your chest, slowly charting a course to your nipples.
He opens his eyes, searching your face for consent, and you immediately nod. “I’m yours. Been yours the whole time.”
That’s all the permission he needs to bring his lips to yours, to hungrily swallow everything you’re willing to give him. His fingers gently pinch your nipples before drawing lazy circles around them. Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue slips across your lower lip. You open up and let him inside, savoring the taste of him.
You’re still side by side, tangled up with one another, but it’s not close enough. You need more.
“Logan,” you call, leaving one hand on his bare back as you let the other trail down his chest, to the hem of his sweats. But before you can get any further, he grabs your hand, freezing you in place.
He shakes his head against yours. “Wanna take care of you.”
“But I wanna take care of you, too,” you whine.
He just smiles. “You always do, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.” He drops your hand, and one of his own trails down your body, down to the ridden-up hem of your shirt—his shirt, actually—the one he left on the pillow. “Looks better on you than it ever did on me.” He pulls it up, revealing your stomach and tits. One of his hands continues to massage your breasts, playing with your nipples, while the other travels back down to the hem of your panties. His fingers slip inside, sliding down through your folds and back up to your clit. You shudder under his touch.
He starts to draw slow, lazy circles there. You can’t help but grind into his hand, needy for more. You whisper his name as his touch becomes harder, faster.
“So fucking wet for me. Soaking already.” The whimper rising in your throat at his words is swallowed by another deep, desperate kiss.
You hang onto him, your arms around his back as he pulls you closer to the edge. He can tell you need the contact, the closeness, and so he pulls away from your tits, his now-free hand slipping underneath you and snaking around your waist, holding you closer than before. Your chest is flush with his as his fingers rub harder at your clit.
You can feel yourself coming undone, your hips rocking against him uncontrollably. “I’m so close,” you pant.
“I know pretty girl,” he murmurs. He breaks away from your face, finding that spot in the crook of your neck that he loves so much. You throw your head back as his lips find purchase in the same area as always. “Doing so good for me. Wanna feel you come on my fingers.”
His whispers in your ear, his little bites and kisses against that spot on your neck, his fingers on your clit, it’s all too much. “Lo,” you whine, shutting your eyes and pressing your face into his shoulder.
“That’s it, darlin’, let go.”
That’s all it takes to have you seeing stars. You grind down onto his fingers, your hips still canting back and forth as you come undone. You can feel Logan smile against your neck as he slows down his pace. After a moment or two, his hand slips out of your panties and comes up to rest on your hip.
You bring your forehead back to his. “You alright, sweetheart?” His low, husky whisper fills the air.
“Mhm,” you hum. “Still want you, Lo.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, his thumb brushing gently across your hip.
You nod. “Need you closer.”
“Fuck,” he groans. His thumb hooks under the hem of your panties and he pulls them down your legs. You slip them off the rest of the way as Logan turns you on your back. You watch him above you, thumbs hooked inside his sweats. He pulls them down quickly, his cock springing up to his stomach in the process. Your eyes widen as you take in just how big he is.
He pushes his sweats down the rest of the way, and he slots himself in between your legs. You can feel the length of him on the inside of your thigh. “Wanted you for so long, pretty girl,” he grunts. His forearm rests next to your head, caging you in and keeping him steady, while his other hand guides his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance.
“Logan,” you whine, your hands reaching up to his neck, pulling his face down to meet you. “I’m yours.”
You gasp as he fills you up, his hand immediately reaching between your bodies to find your still-sensitive clit. His pace is slow at first, letting you adjust to his length, rocking into you gently. His thumb flicks your clit before drawing those same lazy circles from before. You’re already close, still drunk off the first orgasm he pulled from you.
“So fucking tight,” he moans. “Doing so good for me.” You can feel him building speed, pumping in and out of you. He feels so good, rubbing against your walls, stretching you out. He’s so close, so real, so safe.
“Needed you so bad,” you whimper, spreading your legs wider, inviting him in.
You can feel him throb inside you at your words. “Needed you too.” The sound of his voice pushes you closer to the edge, your walls fluttering around his cock. His circles on your clit are no longer gentle or slow. He thrusts faster, rutting into you hit after hit.
“L-Lo,” you stutter, shaking underneath him. “I-I’m so clo…” But you can’t finish your sentence. Your eyes flutter open and shut.
“I’m here,” he whispers. “I’ve got you. Never gonna let you go.”
You take in a sharp breath. “’M’yours,” is all you can manage to say.
“Mine,” he breathes, his hips rocking into you again and again. “Can feel you squeezing me, beautiful.”
“S-so close,” you choke in between thrusts. His fingers work harder on your clit, his lips moving against yours like they belong there, always.
“Then let go, darlin’,” he says against your lips. He pushes deeper into you than before, your walls clamping down onto him. You feel heat rise to your chest as you shatter around him. You echo his name over and over again as you ride out your orgasm. You know he’s close behind, his thrusts faltering, growing sloppier with each pump.
“W-where do you want—”
“Inside.”
“F-fuck,” he’s a choking, moaning mess as he comes undone inside you. You can feel him paint your walls, filling you up. He pumps in and out of you a few more times before he starts to slip out.
“W-wait,” you stutter, grabbing him, holding him in place.
He freezes. “You okay?” Concern is painted across his face, his brows furrowed, trying to discern what’s wrong.
“J-just don’t want you to go,” you murmur.
He smiles as he slides out of you. He pulls you tightly into his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You shut your eyes as his hands settle on your lower back. “Don’t leave, okay?”
“I promise,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Relax. I’ve got you. I’m here.”
You can’t fight your exhaustion anymore, so you do as he says. You fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing, to his kisses on your forehead, to the tracing of letters and shapes along your back.
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The next morning, as pale light trickles through the curtains of your room, you see there’s no letter. No empty space next to you in the bed.
There’s just Logan, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest. Your eyes flutter open. His are still closed. But he can tell you’re awake.
“’M’not going anywhere,” he mumbles, still half asleep. “Too early. Go back to bed.”
He’s right. So, you do.
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Hear me out, Virgin!reader and 141 are training in a large abandoned factory in the woods. You have to survive and not get caught by the other members. But Ghost catches you and suddenly realizes that he is obsessed with you. You can decide the rest.
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Okay, but wait... Why do I actually love this?!! Like the setup is so good I might explode. I love this idea of like an extreme game of cat and mouse where the stakes are high because of how everyone it a trained professional. Blood pressures are high, everyone is on constant alert, all that adrenaline is going to lead to things.
You're trying your best to avoid detection, but then Simon catches you by surprise which ends up with you getting pinned beneath him on the ground so you can't get away. "Seems I caught a little mouse. Did ya fuckin' think ya could get away from me?"
And as you lay there underneath him, panting and out of breath as he does the same, it's suddenly like flicking on a switch. Maybe there was a bit of faint interest before between you both, but he thought you were too innocent and you thought he would never go for someone as inexperienced as you that caused you both to stay away.
Now with you both heavy breathing in each others faces as you stare at him with those pretty eyes, you defenseless beneath him, the way you look on your back, it causes him all at once to realize that he needs you in the filthiest fucking way possible: in the middle of this dirty abandon factory, the rest of this training be damned.
Of course the others are nowhere near and things get heated pretty fucking fast. He'd start grinding into you like he has been starved for your body for far too long, getting harder and harder by the second until you can feel his cock thrust against you. At the same time he is wrenching up the bottom part of his mask to heatedly connect with your lips and caress any bit of skin he can find with his mouth.
And you are just falling apart under him, so caught up in the moment that you can't think at all as his body weight presses you into the broken flooring. It doesn't help that everywhere he touches makes you burn for more as he starts fiddling with your clothes to try and get them off. You are out of your element, but you don't want him to stop as he starts to undress you with desperate fingers clawing at your clothes.
But then somehow in the heat of it all you blurt out that you are a virgin and he stops cause now he's struggling. He wants to fuck your brains out, but not like this. If he's gonna be your first, he desperately wants to make sure it is an experience you won't forget and there isn't enough time for that here.
So, change of plans, but don't worry he won't leave you with nothing. Oh no, he's going to make sure that you get off in a way that will have you coming back to him once you return to base so that he can fuck you nice and proper, taking his time with you.
Give me a bit to write this out because yes yes yes I need this tension that is going to be built in this scene.
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she chose me
Summary: Steve's hopes get crushed when he wrongly assumes you'd choose him over Bucky.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x agent!female reader
Warnings: 18+, no condom (but f is on birth control), teasing, pet names, jealousy, sergeant + sir + daddy kìnk, vibranium arm kìnk, language, degrading, praising, no mention of y/n etc.
Word Count: 6.9K
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A/N: I really hope you’ll enjoy it! This was inspired by the "She chose me." TikTok trend.
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
You’re all quiet, watching the back and forth between Cap and Bucky. Not even Sam intervenes.
“You didn’t-”
“This is just not gonna work, Buck.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, with an expression you like to describe as bitchy. He’s so sassy without even intending to, and you wonder how bitchier he’d be if this wasn’t his best friend talking.
“Let’s see if people agree.”
He looks around waving at you and the rest of the team while Sam just snorts, covering his mouth with his hand.
But you’re not amused because you have no idea how to handle this diplomatically.
“Whose side are you on?” Steve’s tone is deep and authoritative, making you feel a little uneasy.
You don’t know how to talk to Avengers sometimes. You are on friendly terms, even when you train. Sam always cracks jokes, Steve shares stories and gives advice, and Bucky is Bucky. Nat and Sam call him The Machine for a reason. But he’s a really good professor and an even better observer. He pays attention to every recruit and remembers what they need to work on. You find him extra intimidating because he’s also the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. No exaggeration. And it’s not in the usual clean and golden boy way you are used to, anyway. He’s been through shit and it’s showing in the way he carries himself and doesn’t talk much when it’s not needed.
But you pay attention too, and this is why you think you were chosen to lead the recruits for this mission. You are on good terms with the Avengers, and Bucky probably approved the idea of working with you because you didn’t piss him off like most do. You know he hates chit chat, you learned how to read most of his stares and to not take it personally when he makes remarks about your fighting skills. They’re not your strongest asset, but you have a flair and you come up with the best solutions under pressure. You managed to pin him down once for a few seconds, and that is probably your greatest achievement.
But in moments like this, you don’t know how to say things without upsetting one side.
“You won’t get in trouble, don’t worry,” Bucky adds confidently. You’re not surprised when four out of your six colleagues agree with Bucky. They explain quickly why, emphasizing how much faster and efficient it would be if you followed that route, but their voices are still trembling. And you get it. Telling Captain America to his face you prefer his best friend’s plan over his will always be a risk. But if he gets mad, that says more about him as a leader than about anyone else.
Sam raises his hands in the air defensively, probably enjoying this as a show, but based on the looks he shares with Bucky, it seems like he agrees with him too.
You try to find your words, knowing you’re the last one from your team to speak, but before you can even open your mouth, Steve already smiles, pointing at you with his index finger. “Look at this, though! She agrees with me… She chose me.”
His grin is cold and a little arrogant. What you don’t notice, though, is the intention Steve had when he decided to use those exact words, but Bucky does. And he clenches his jaw at the same time his vibranium hand curls into a fist; a silent response to the not-so-innocent assumption that Steve made.
After a few seconds, Bucky leans in, his gaze steady and confident. “Did she?”
There is no way you would pick Steve’s plan. You are too smart and you have too much integrity to pick his side just to kiss his ass. He raises an eyebrow at you this time, a confident smirk forming on his lips. “Did you really choose him? You really think his plan would work better, doll?”
You feel surrounded by Bucky… attacked even. Your cheeks are getting hotter, too, and you know there is nothing you can do to hide your redness. Doll… He called you that when he turned you again on your back the day you managed to pin him down. It’s something about the way he says it that makes it absolutely deadly. Your first instinct was to be offended, but you reminded yourself he is a man born in 1917. He lived his twenties in the 40s, and doll was used as slang for sweetheart.
Taking a deep breath, you tilt your head slightly, directing your response to Steve. “It’s not about choosing sides, but considering all perspectives for the best outcome. And your plan, Captain, has its strengths, but I’m inclined to agree with Sergeant Bucky.” You bite your lip. “It’s about finding the most effective strategy for the mission, not a personal preference of any kind.”
Steve’s smile falls off, but your attention shifts back to Bucky’s grin that lightens up his face.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Well, then,” Steve sighs. “Can I have a word with you in private?”
You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until he says your name.
Surprised, you jump. “Yes, of course.”
*
Steve leans back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips as you write down the last details. “You know, I value your insights on the mission.”
You look surprised because how can he value your opinion when this is your second mission only? He’s Captain America!
“Oh?”
“I trust your judgment, and your training is going great. If you and the team chose Bucky’s plan, then we do it.” You see his jaw clench, though, so you know it’s not easy for him to say it. Even if it’s his friend… interesting. “Maybe, when all is over, we could grab a cup of coffee and talk about other things. What do you think?”
You’re silent for a couple of seconds, trying to realize if he means it in the way you think he is. There is no way, right?
Just in case, you offer him a friendly smile, “Thanks, Cap! I value our teamwork too. Coffee sounds great after. It could be a good way for all of us to unwind as a team.”
He nods, sighing. “I’m glad you’re on board. I’m looking forward to that coffee, even if it’s with the whole team. And please, call me Steve.”
So he was flirting…
“Thank you,” you pause as you stand up. “I’m gonna talk with Sergeant Barnes so we can get things ready for tomorrow. Have a good night, Steve!”
*
You knock only three times before the door opens and a Bucky dressed in shorts and a white tank top lets you in with a smirk.
“Sergeant Barnes,” you nod as you take a step inside his bedroom. He only stays here before and after missions when he is too tired to go to his apartment, so you don’t expect to see any personal objects there except for a few clothes.
“What happened to Bucky?”
You look at him surprised, tightening your hold on the tablet you are holding.
What?
“Sir?”
Bucky closes his eyes for a second. “Earlier, during the meeting, you called me Sergeant Bucky.”
Shit!
Maybe you should start calling him Sergeant Barnes in your head as well to avoid these fucks up. You feel so embarrassed that you want to disappear. You don’t want him to think you disrespect him in any way. His rank carries a lot of weight and trauma.
You clear your throat, slightly flustered. “My apologies, Sergeant Barnes. It won’t happen again, sir.” You offer him an apologetic smile while trying very hard to maintain a professional tone.
Bucky’s smirk softens as he places his flesh hand on your shoulder. You feel your legs transforming into jelly.
“My point was, doll, there is no need to be so formal. We’re off-duty here, and titles aren’t necessary. Just call me Bucky.”
“Alright, Bucky,” you smile. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but I came to discuss the plan for tomorrow. I talked to Steve and we agreed it would be wise for you to lead the way as Mr. Wilson-”
“Steve?” Bucky interrupts before you can finish your sentence. He doesn’t even bother to look at your tablet, either.
“Yes, we talked in the office.”
“No, I get that. But you call him Steve? What happened to Cap?” Bucky knows that might sound really childish, but he can’t help it. What is Steve trying to do?
Was it some kind of test? Did you misunderstand everything with Steve?
“Oh, Cap allowed me to call him Steve earlier. I am sorry if it sounded disrespectful.”
He squeezes your shoulder even before moving his hand to your chin, raising your face, and you feel yourself blushing again.
The blue of his eyes is so intense that you can’t see how anyone would be able to survive it.
“You apologize too much, doll. I don’t like it.”
You can’t breathe. “Sor-” You pause, realizing he is right. Apologizing is second nature to you. It feels wrong when you don’t, and you do it without even thinking about it. “I guess I do that a lot. I’ll work on it, Bucky.”
“I’m not your teacher right now, doll.” He smiles, letting go of your chin. “Just remember, we’re not all about formalities here. Relax a bit.”
Easier said than done. But you need to keep it together and ignore the urge to grab his face and finally kiss him. So you focus on talking about the mission and the members of the team. You talk about all of your colleagues, and Bucky helps you take notes. He switched so easily from friendly to the sergeant mode, which is fascinating.
He explains step by step your positions, the way things are gonna happen and even two back up plans. Two!
You’re not overwhelmed by the amount of information, but you’re quite surprised by how much he talks and how well he answers every possible question any of you could have. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak for more than a few seconds continuously so you try to focus on every word.
Only when he finishes and you close your tablet after sending everyone the plan, do you see him relaxing again.
With a smirk, he asks you, “How did Steve take it?”
“He was fine with the plan, even suggested if we feel like doing it, to get one or two more members. But based on what you said, we won’t need it.”
“He has a point, of course, but if you said you don’t think you need it, good.” You try not to stare at his lips as he speaks, but it’s so hard. “And I meant how he took that you chose my plan. That you chose me.”
You meet Bucky’s gaze, trying to keep your composure, “Steve seemed more than okay with it from what I saw. He values the team’s decision. Plus, it’s not about choosing sides, and-”
“And not a personal preference of any kind,” he interrupts just to quote you, and you don’t know if you should feel flattered he remembers word by word or to prepare yourself for a negative reaction. To be honest, your head is spinning and him being so close makes it worse. “I heard you very well, but I’m curious…”
He extends his hand and carefully tucks your hair behind your ears. You swear you can hear your own heartbeat going crazy. And if you do, so does he.
“About what?”
“Would the answer be different if it was about personal preferences, doll? Would you choose him?”
You freeze. You are simply in shock because this cannot happen to you. From Steve asking you out earlier to your crush basically doing this. You’re confused and a little tired, but you didn’t imagine all of this. Does Bucky want you? Is that it?
You take a deep breath praying you won’t choke on the words. “In a hypothetical scenario based on personal preferences, Bucky, I would still not pick him.”
Your voice is trembling, but you maintain eye contact even after admitting it. You didn’t choose Bucky’s plan because of your crush, so you shouldn’t feel embarrassed or exposed. He’s the one who let you call him Bucky, who touched you and asked you that. You don’t know if he counts romance as a personal preference, but there is an urge inside you to find out. You wonder how he’d taste, if he’d kiss you back if you kissed him first, how your mission would be if you crossed the line. Your thoughts are foggy.
“So you’d choose me.”
You clear your throat. “Yes.”
“Over Captain America.” His grin is so boyish and cute that it makes you smile. He looks younger and less… burdened when he gets like this. Bucky chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Well, well, well. Looks like I got someone not kissing Captain America’s ass for a change. That’s really rare. You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?”
You mask your gasp with a cough, deciding to play along, a sly grin forming on your face. “Maybe I just have a thing for underdogs.”
Bucky’s eyes light up with amusement to your annoyance but also excitement, and he leans in, taking the tablet from your hand and placing it on the floor without a care. “Underdogs, huh? Ouch, that hurt a little. I thought I was your favorite super-soldier.”
You can’t help but giggle, feeling enough encouragement from his reaction to touch his vibranium arm just to feel it. You got the chance to do it only for a couple of seconds and it always fascinated you, especially the golden pattern. The fact he can feel everything because it’s connected to his nerves is insane to you. It probably is to him too. “Oh, you are. And my favorite teacher too. But a little competition never hurts, Sergeant Barnes.”
You can see he feigns offense. “Competition, huh?” Bucky’s playfulness turns into a serious tone as he adds, “Well, let me show you why I’m the only choice.”
And without warning, he closes the distance between you and kisses you.
You gasp, taken aback, but you bring your hands to his face and hip before you deepen the kiss. He’s not as gentle as you expected, his left arm flying to your ass and bringing your hips closer to his immediately.
You moan when you feel his hard on so close to your pussy, and tug on his hair a little.
“Aren’t you a naughty girl?” He lowers his lips to your jaw. “I could basically smell how wet you got earlier as soon as I called you doll. And so did Steve.”
You want to open your eyes and tell him to stop talking about his friend. You don’t want to be turned off, but he already continues.
“He thought he stood a chance with my girl.”
“Your girl?” You whimper when his teeth graze your neck before his tongue licks on the spot. He intends to leave a mark, you have no doubt, and you absolutely love it.
“Mine.” His whisper makes you shiver. “I want to mark you. The thought of having you covered in hickeys during the mission makes me so hard it almost hurts. Gonna show everyone you belong to me.”
“Do I belong to you, Sergeant Barnes?” You take a step back but let your hand linger on his chest teasingly. “Because I don’t remember you asking me to dinner.”
Bucky grins. “Dinner is a classic move, and I adapted very well to the present. But of course I can stop with the kisses right now, and we can have some late dinner.”
You roll your eyes at his unbelievably good answer. Fucker!
“This is not what I meant, Barnes, and you know it.”
“I don’t know it. But I want to know something else.”
You don’t even doubt he means something dirty because it’s too obvious.
“Like what?”
“Like how your pretty pussy tastes while you come all over my face.”
You gasp at the no-filter words. You’re so used to Steve’s warning you to use proper language, that you did not expect it.
“I thought men your age were all about being proper and refined… Don’t they teach subtlety in the 40s etiquette class or did you skip it?”
You tease him on purpose, and he knows it. You are well aware what a nerd he was in school. Such a nerd that it was displayed in the museum. You snort. You were a nerd too, so you love it.
Bucky chuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he brings his hands to your pants, unzipping them without warning. Holy. Shit. The way you love this. He reads your body language very well and he has his super soldier senses.
“Well, doll, proper and refined went out the window with the 40s, right? Because otherwise you’d not be standing here letting me undress you.”
You raise your eyebrow, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. His energy is so light, and he looks like a man without a worry in moments like this.
“You’re the one who offered to show me what the little upgraded version of you can do, after all.” You take off your shoes before pulling down your pants as soon as he drags them to your ankles. You can’t believe you’re about to fuck James Bucky Barnes! “Why would I say no?”
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride, doll. Gonna make sure you have the time of your life.”
You snort, amused by his eagerness, and decide to take off your shirt yourself to see his reaction. And he doesn’t disappoint.
He grins like a child, his hands flying straight to your back without taking his eyes off your chest. And before you know it, your bra is on the floor and Bucky cups your breasts, bringing your left tit to his mouth.
If you gasped when you felt the cold touch of the vibranium, now you moan loudly, enjoying the way he licks around your skin. He avoids your nipple on purpose, so you decide to take matters into your own hands quite literally and get a grab of the top of his hair, forcing him to suck on your nipple.
“Fuck! I didn’t expect you to be so whorish,” you say without realizing, and you feel his snort and breath on the wet patch he left with his tongue.
Bucky’s grin turns into a sly smirk. “This is what you call whorish? I guess I’ll give you an experience you won’t ever forget.”
“Talk less, do more.”
You want to enjoy more of this. You have a mission in a few hours, and it might be just a one time thing anyway since he is Bucky Barnes. You don’t want to get your hopes high.
Bucky lets go of your breast with a pop and moves up, raising your head so he can kiss you.
It’s electrifying, and desperate, and not enough. You move your hands to the bottom hem of his tank top and lift it, interrupting the kiss so you can take it off completely. You just want to feel him, all of him.
You step back for a second, wanting to look at him properly, but you notice a change in his eyes that he, of course, tries to mask.
“Why are you nervous? You look like a fucking god! I should be nervous here.”
Bucky’s eyes flicker with vulnerability.
“I guess I’m not used to someone seeing my scars or my,” he waves toward his vibranium arm, and you frown.
“I will sound totally weird, but they all make you really cool, Serge.” You trace down a few scars when you see he is completely relaxed and continue. “Do I have to lick them all to make you believe me?”
You move your hands under his shorts before he can answer, though, finally touching his cock. You both moan at the feeling. He’s hard and thick, and the head is wet. You bring your fingers to his lips, smearing some of the precome before leaning in to suck it off.
You’re not prepared for his moan or for the way he attacks your mouth, and definitely not for him to snap your underwear using his flesh hand. Not even his vibranium one!
You moan into his mouth. He makes you feel like you’re floating and you need to fuck him right then.
“You’re not just whorish, you’re a whore!” You pause when you feel his fingers close to your entrance. “No wonder why you didn’t belong in the 40s.” Then you move, allowing him to touch you. You don’t realize what you said, and when you do, in the middle of dragging his shorts down, you curse yourself in your mind. It sounds like the most disrespectful thing ever. This man’s fate was changed by monsters who cryogenically freezing him and brainwashing him, and you are selfishly talking as if he belonged to you. “I’m sorry that was awful of-” But he interrupts you before you can get a chance to properly apologize.
“You like that, don’t you?”
A wave of shame surges through your body. Your cheeks are burning.
“I’m really sorry,” you take your hands off his shorts and look away, not even peaking at his cock. You ruined it, didn’t you? “I will just go.”
Bucky shakes his head, puffing. “For such an amazing agent, you’re not a good room reader, are you?”
Your eyes finally drop to his cock, which you’ve been trying to avoid in the last minute out of shame, but there’s no need anymore since he’s teasing you. He’s just a bit longer than average, and he’s really thick, and the veins do not make it ugly at all. You are curious how it’d feel in your hand, how much it’d twitch, how Bucky would moan.
“You aren’t a good room reader, either then, Barnes, since I’m not getting dicked down and my hair pulled, am I?”
Something snaps in him, and it’s visible in his eyes. You don’t know what to expect so you just watch him. But you can’t. He is so quick that, despite your crazy training, you don’t anticipate his move. His hand wraps around the hair from your nape and fists it hard enough for you to move along with him.
“Wanna be dicked down? Fine by me, get on your hands and knees.”
You’re surprised, of course you are, but his tone is firm and you find yourself nodding and doing what he told you. You know you can say no; there is nothing in Bucky’s energy that makes you feel unsafe or as if you have no choice.
At the same time, he lets go of your hair just so he can take off his shorts completely.
“Are you not gonna make sure I’m wet enough for you?” You ask when you see him getting closer to you again, even though you are very wet. You just want to push his buttons.
“I can smell you if I focus on it, let me remind you.” He smiles. “I know you’re soaked, and you wanna be dicked down. Or are you backing off?”
Challenging prick!
You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of your dick.”
“Good, because he wants to be friends with you.”
You close your eyes, cringing. “God, you were this close to turning me off.” You raise your hand in the air, putting your weight on the left one as you bring your thumb and index finger close to each other to show him exactly what a thin line this was.
Bucky laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you forget it in a second.”
Your first instinct is to want to tease him about the second remark, to ask him if this is how long he can last, but you’re too horny now. And you also need rest for the mission tomorrow.
“How, uh…” You pause not knowing how to ask this properly. “Can you, uh, make babies?” You cringe at your words. “I mean, widows can’t… and I just wanted to know if we need a condom to be extra careful since you might be extra fertile because I am on the pill and I have no idea how sex with a super sold-”
Bucky’s lips press against yours suddenly, making you stop talking.
“Breathe.”
“I’m breathing,” you whisper and he cups your face.
“Not enough. We can use a condom if you want, but I’ll need to check where I can find one. Or we can go bare if you trust me… I can pull out and you are already protected, so there shouldn’t be a problem, I think.” He pauses to kiss your lips again. “But we can still use a condom anyway to be extra careful as you said.”
You frown at that, suddenly more desperate to feel him bare than ever before.
“No, I trust you. I have never done it without a condom before, and I assume you didn’t have much time to uh… have sex.”
Bucky snorts amused. “Now why do you assume that?”
“You look like you haven’t been fucked since 1945.”
The fact he doesn’t even deny it makes you feel even bolder, so you reach for his cock and place your thumb on his wet head while wrapping the rest of your hand around the length. “Are you gonna even last for a second once you’re inside me, Sergeant Barnes?” You snort when you see him trying to hold back his moan by biting his lip. It makes you feel happy. “Or do you even manage to get inside me before- ahh!” He is predictable this time as he pulls your hair, so you laugh.
“Are you familiar with this whole red, yellow, green color code?”
You gasp. “Yes, read about it, never needed it. But how do you know that?”
“I read about it, too.” His grin is so wide and beautiful that you melt again.
“Quite naughty of you, Serge. Reading dirty books. Needed some ideas?”
Bucky smirks, kissing you again and again. “Gonna need a review after I finish with you.”
“You finishing with me?” You smile. “Big words, Barnes, but no action.”
He knows you challenge him, and you don’t try to hide it. Do you have to beg for his cock for him to finally fuck you? He is edging you on purpose at this point.
You let out a whimper in anticipation when he moves behind you.
“Are you sure you’re fine with no condom?”
“Ihm, I’m not ovulating anyway,” you whisper, trying not to sound too eager. But you are. You want to get dicked down, indeed. And you wanted it for months.
His silence makes you a bit nervous, but the sounds of him dropping to his knees behind you, followed by his hand grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance while squeezing your hip with the metal arm.
You love the sensation of the coldness, but you love even more when he leans in to kiss your back before he pushes inside you.
It takes two tries, though, for him to be able to push halfway inside you because you kept pushing his dick out of you instantly. You managed to take him only when he brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed a bit.
You still laughed though because the sounds were too funny and his little frustrated whimpers were hilarious. The amusement turns quickly into more horniness when you feel him stretching you without even being fully inside you. You dreamed and daydreamed about it… fantasized about it, but it still wasn’t even close to how it actually feels. How full it feels. It’s like you cannot even think, your body is weak.
“Fuck,” your voice is cracking. “Deeper.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers.
“So?” You bring your hand to his ass, trying to show him you really need it deeper. “Why do you make it sound like a bad thing? Or are you trying not to come, Mr. Super Soldier?”
“You have quite a mouth on you, I think you need it-”
“You talk way too much. Are you nervous or-” It’s his turn to interrupt you with a thrust. Such a deep thrust your head is spinning. He’s not fully inside you, you realize, but he doesn’t try to, instead, he starts to fuck you, taking your breath away. His fingers leave your clit, grabbing your hips with both hands.
There is no question anymore, just fucking as you wanted.
And it feels like heaven. You try to keep your eyes open just so you look at him over your shoulder, but it’s impossible.
“Cat got your tongue?”
You groan. “No, you did, n-now fuck me harder.”
“Well, well,” he slows down and you almost wanna die. “This is not how you talk to your Sergeant, is it?”
He can’t do this!
“Fuck you!”
“What does my baby want?” His thrusts are too slow and teasing, just like his voice. “Use your words, beg for it.”
You’re not turned off, surprisingly. Not at all, on the contrary, the firm tone he uses, the words… you’re getting hornier, if that is even possible.
“I love your cock, Sergeant, so please give it to me. Fuck me harder and faster. Need you to pull my hair, and choke me, and… be rough.” You would be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate. You know he wouldn’t make fun of you for this, so you trust him.
“Only mine.” You take a deep breath relieved when you feel his right hand wrap around your hair. “Do you hear me? Answer me.”
You nod, unable to say anything because he starts to thrust hard and fast, just like he did before he stopped. Your tits are jumping at the impact, and you have to dig your toes into the floor.
“Use your words. If you want my,” he moans. “If you want my cock and my hand wrapped around your neck, you have to use your big girl words. Tell me you’re only mine.”
You can’t hold back your tears this time. You love it so much, you can’t believe you waited so long to have him.
“Only yours.”
“No Steve.”
He lets go of your hair, wrapping his hand around your neck. No pressure, not moving it, he’s just holding it there.
“There’s n-no Steve, Sergeant. Only you. My pussy belongs to you. I o-only want to get filled by you.”
You know he’s smiling without needing to look at him.
“You love your Sergeant’s cock, don’t you?” You have no idea how he’s able to speak while thrusting so hard. He’s a fucking robot, indeed. “No one else could give you this, no matter how much they tried.”
You feel the building in your core. You’re so, so close already, so you try to place your weight on only one hand and bring the other to cover his, and before he can say something, you encourage him to choke you by pressing his fingers on the sides of your neck.
You moan so loudly you surprise even yourself. You sound like a cat.
“Please, sergeant, please, choke me.” You repeat your move and you close your eyes. “Please, daddy, I’m so c-close.”
He pauses for a second, and you don’t know why.
Before you can ask what’s wrong, he doesn’t just start to thrust inside you again, he dicks you down just the way you wanted. It’s as if he fucks the air out of your lungs every time you exhale. You’re crying and screaming at this point, so loud the whole floor must hear you. But you’re not ashamed. You feel so close you can almost taste it.
You barely hear his whimpers, but they’re there and they’re so beautiful.
You get no warning when he decides to squeeze the sides of your neck: gently at first, but then? Perfect. So perfect you come without warning, not being able to even say his name. You just scream some nonsense, your hand dropping from his to the floor so you can ground yourself properly. Your whole body is burning, and burning, and burning, coming alive for what feels like an eternity.
He doesn’t wait even for a second after you come down from your orgasm. Instead, he gets his dick out of you, grabbing you by your ass and raising you in his arms. Still weak, you barely have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist and your hands around his neck. He’s sweaty but not that hot. His metal arm is making you cool down.
“Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” His lips find your forehead and you fight the urge to kiss his neck. You feel so small in his arms… and as if no one can hurt you.
You’re smiling like a fool when your back hits his bed, and so is he. Such a beautiful, blinding smile.
You let him spread your legs before you drag his face down so you can kiss him. You bite his lip hard until he opens his mouth, moaning when you feel him entering you again. This time, you’re relaxed so he thrusts inside you so much easier.
“Gonna make you come again around your daddy’s cock..”
His hands wrap your legs around his ass when he starts to thrust again.
“You’re quite… into it, Sergeant Barnes. So dirty!”
He gently grabs your jaw. “Tongue out.”
You do it, opening your mouth and waiting, and waiting until you finally understand what he’s about to do.
Instead of being grossed out, as you expected, you eagerly swallow the saliva that he lets drip from his mouth, which lands on your tongue.
You bat your eyes as you start to move your hips to meet his thrusts halfway, and that sends him into a frenzy.
“Fucking hell, you don’t want to sleep tonight, do you?” He asks sarcastically, but you don’t have enough air to tease him with a stamina comment. “You want me to make you scream and swallow my spit and come till we have to go to that fucking mission. Till your beloved Steve needs to come to us himself and hear us covered in come but still fucking.” You moan at the idea of your teammates finding out about this. You get awful comments anyway; at least you can get him for real and rub it in their faces. “You would like that, wouldn’t ya? Having all my undivided attention on you, not caring that my best friend is mad…” The thrusts are so deep that your head falls on the pillow instantly. You cannot keep your eyes open for even a second and you’re crying again. “Not caring my pal wanted you so badly he even tried to take you out tonight.”
“Sergeant-”
Thrust after thrust. You grab his forearm as tightly as you can so you can have something to hold onto.
“He thought he could have you, that you’d choose him. Come on, love. Come on, scream my name, let them hear. Let them all hear whose cock you cry for. Who is the one you belong to.” His balls slap against your skin so hard they tickle you. But not even that can distract you from almost reaching your orgasm. His words, his cock, his possessiveness…
“Sergeant, please. No one but you, can I… c-can I touch my clit? I’m so, so close.”
You don’t have to, though, because he is quick enough to bring his flesh hand between your bodies and rub your clit just the way you need it.
“F-fuck, coming,” you manage to warn him before the pleasure hits you. It’s so overwhelming you see white, digging your nails into his forearm.
You don’t know what you call him… daddy, Bucky or sergeant, but it doesn’t matter. You hear his praise, how you’re his good girl, and his words encouraging you to come for him.
When you can focus again, you kiss him with everything you have.
“Need you to come for me, Sergeant Barnes,” you whisper between kisses. “Need you to come inside me, need you to fill me up with your come, sir.”
He hisses loudly, his eyes being more grey than blue.
“Don’t tease me.”
“I mean it,” you make eye contact, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Not the heat of the moment. I need your come, daddy. I’m on birth-”
He kisses you so hard your teeth end up hitting, but you don’t care. This is everything.
“Gonna come, gonna give you what you want. Gonna make you my come s-slut. Is that what you needed?”
“Yes, yes.” You’re so excited to watch him finish you don’t even realize how much you like being called his come slut until he says it again. “Come on, Sergeant, come for me.”
After you say that, it only takes him two more thrusts to finish, moaning your name.
His eyes close, and you notice how pretty his eyelashes are. And the little moles on his face… his mouth semi-open and his hair in all directions.
You want to witness this every day.
Before you can stop yourself, you lean in to kiss his nose and cheeks, letting your hips move at the same time.
“C-can’t… doesn’t stop,” he manages to groan, and you bring your hand to his nape, caressing his hair as he rides out his orgasm.
When he finally finishes, though, his head falls on top of your breasts, his mouth finding your nipple and playing with it before sucking it fully into his mouth.
“Easy, Bucky,” you moan, but he keeps going, though.
You have to pull his hair, to make him stop.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I need to uh… I’m tired.”
You’re back to your shy self. But his smile still makes you feel so relaxed.
“Got you tired, huh?” He winks, giving your breasts a kiss before pressing his lips against yours. “Fuck, I’ve never been so aroused in my entire life. Won’t even mention how happy I am.”
“Me neither,” you whisper.
“Well, we need to get used to it.”
You laugh so happily that you think your chest will explode. It’s surreal.
“You owe me that dinner after all.”
“A million dinners.”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Trying to charm me?”
He pecks you one more time before getting out of you with a whimper.
“I’ve already done it.”
It’s weird to be empty like this again, but seeing your come and wetness on his pubic hair or dripping out of your pussy just to soak the sheets beneath you distracts you. You made a mess.
“We need to clean this.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says distractedly as he uses his index finger to push some come back inside you. Jesus! “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You smile. “You’re a whore.”
“Your whore.” He slowly gets out of bed, grabbing his shorts from the floor.
“Want me to go?” You ask all of a sudden, gaining a confused look from him.
“Why would I want that? Unless you do, of course…” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to fix it a little. “But I want you to stay.”
“Saw you dressing.” You bring your knees up just to put your chin on top of them. You feel extra shy.
He smiles. “Just gonna get you some water. I don’t want you dehydrated.”
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Bucky knew Steve was in the kitchen as soon as he went down the stairs. He smiles casually, not giving him a second look as he goes straight to the fridge. It’s not like he hasn’t seen him in shorts or shirtless before, and Bucky knows he knew exactly what happened upstairs.
“Can’t sleep?” Steve’s tone is so obvious Bucky almost laughs.
“Not sleepy yet. What about you? You’re alright, punk?”
“Yeah,” he says, taking a sip from his own glass of water; his hands tightly wrapped around the glass.
“Still mad about earlier? You know I’m right.”
Steve shakes his head. “No, it’s all good.”
Bucky sighs dramatically. He loves Steve, he is his brother, but sometimes he is so annoying.
“Well, try to get some sleep. I suggest you wear some earplugs or something, though,” Bucky suggests casually, taking a whole bottle of water. “We wouldn’t want you too sleepy tomorrow. And the night is young.” He even winks at Steve, making him clear his throat.
“Buck…”
“Not a super soldier perk, I know, but you understand, right?” The smirk he suddenly gives Steve is almost sinister. “She chose me after all, and I gotta let her test-drive me. Have a good night!”
Even though he turns around, Bucky doesn’t miss the way Steve’s hold gets so tight that his glass almost breaks.
Bucky doesn’t regret it. He had it coming when he thought you’d choose him.
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hihii ! i love the way you write hybrid skz, it’s just so fun to read & i eat it up everytime 😚🫶 !!
lowkey might be cliche LMAO but i’m obsessed w the thought of fox!innie & bunny!reader, either reader is in her heat & innie is being a little horny shit or .. reader is sick of his bullshit & ends up bouncing on his dick until they’re both whimpering messes ><
if i cant have this, whats the point in being alive. (im kidding) (im not) thank you for this anon i love you so bad
also this is gender neutral! i talk about breeding but fox!jeongin thinks if he tries hard enough, he can and will get you pregnant. no matter what. :)
alpha fox!jeongin who smells your heat days away. that in itself is enough to get him going but when he sees you start to nest, in his bed, he absolutely loses his mind
he gives you no time to say anything before he's dragging you to said nest, tossing you onto it and settling himself on top of you
he starts off just hovering above you as he plants each kiss, hickey, and bite to your neck. he's insanely impatient and will have you bent over and impaled on his cock no longer than a few minutes after having pinned you to the bed.
depending on what you're wearing he might start fucking you within a few seconds- he'll yank your top off and will simply push your underwear to the bottom of your ass and sink into you fully, no prep because he wants you to really feel all of him <3
and he's so mean when he fucks you!!! switches between either tangling a hand in your hair and shoving your face into your nest OR grabbing a tight hold at the base of your bunny ears and pulling, forcing you to arch your back for him
his cock is nestled so deep that you can feel him in your guts, your stomach eventually hurting from how hard he pounds into you and from how much he cums inside of you
and speaking of cum, don't you dare even think about wasting any of it. deep down he knows its inevitable that it will spill out, especially because he cums actual buckets every time, but also because he cums into you over and over and over again
however! that wont stop him from getting easily pissed off when he sees a drop of his cum venturing too far from your puffy hole >.<
youll be lucky if thats enough for him to pull out for a second, but more often than not it leads to him pulling you upright and flat against his chest so he can land a few slaps to your thighs while he's still deep inside of you, his hips no longer moving
says shit like; "what do you think you're doing??? ungrateful bunny. i put all this effort into fucking you silly and all i ask is that you keep my pups safe." with a tight grip on your hair holding you perfectly still so he can whisper it into your ear.... ugh..
if youre too out of it and dont answer hes gonna growl and start fucking you hard. his free hand is gonna drop to your thighs and scoop up any loose cum so he can shove those pretty fingers down your throat- "since this little hole wont accept my cum, that slutty mouth'll have to do."
when he does eventually get tired, literal hours later..., you're finally allowed a break! he lets you do your thing in the bathroom, growling to himself at the thought/knowledge that you're gonna be ridding yourself of- wasting- a lot of the cum he just allowed you
but oh! whats that? jeongin is starting to feel a little hot and under the weather by the time you come back in the room? wait... he thinks you triggered his heat? oh. well, in that case, you can go a "few" more rounds, right? :)
it doesn't take long for him to rest his back against the headboard after dragging you back to the bed. and he'll kiss your complaints away when the action causes your nest to get messed up. he doesn't let you get too upset about it, cause he loves you to death! and if forcing you to ride his cock and take it to the very hilt is enough to stop your heart from breaking, then he will happily do so
long fingers digging into your thighs and shit eating grin spread across his face, his canines poking out slightly as he stares up at you as you ride him. and when you inevitably get too tired to continue, he's gonna use those pretty muscles to lift you and drop you onto him!
and dont worry! your pretty little whimpers and cries dont discourage him :) and thats because "you need to take it, bunny. 'm not stopping until your cute little tummy is full of me." so if you've never met a stubborn person before, you are in for a real treat with this greedy ass hybrid.
he's soooo happy... this position lets him go so deep, scratching that little itch in the back of his head about how he needs to breed you- and he's sure he's doing it thoroughly enough when your nails dig into his shoulders in overstimulation.
dont mistake his own whimpers for him running out of fuel! he's not even close to being done yet, so don't expect to get away anytime soon~ you're gonna sit right there, on your rightful throne, and you're gonna accept every. last. drop. of his offerings.
he needs to mark his somehow <3
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Could you do a fic where spencer reacts to edits of reader or of them together💖
Reacts | Spencer Agnew x Reader Oneshots
I had a few requests like this so I hope everyone who had a similar request likes it! Just something cute and fluffy.
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“I love you Angela, this is incredible!” You laughed, watching a compilation of Angela moments titled ‘Angela being a feral guinea pig AGAIN for 8 minutes and 22 seconds’.
“Feral guinea pig is crazy.” Angela sighed.
The small group finished watching the video, making comments here and there about Angela’s antics.
“The next compilation requires a slight change in cast,” Ian explained. “Tommy, get out of here! Spencer! Come on over!”
“Awe Spencey!” You cooed, as he walked onto set, the sound of applause echoing.
“Now that both Y/N and Spencer are here it’s time for our next video: ‘Spencer and Y/N being the cutest (not 🤨) couple at Smosh’. Let’s get into it.”
You and Spencer looked at each other, curious as to what would constitute an 18 minute video. You knocked your shoulder into his teasingly, an easy smile gracing his features at your touch.
“Oh my god! I’m so nervous! Why am I nervous?” You gripped Spencer’s arm tightly, his hand coming to rest on top of yours reassuringly as Shayne began to read an update to the reddit story. Spencer whispered something in your ear, so quiet the mic didn’t even pick it up, making you laugh.
You paused the video, laughing at the memory. “Oh my god, what did you whisper again?” You asked Spencer.
“I quoted Will Farrell.” He clarified.
“Shut up, I’m so fucking scared right now, shut up!” You and Spencer quoted in unison, knocking together in your laughter.
“That’s definitely gonna be in the next compilation of you two.” Angela teased.
“Y/N Stop! Holy Shit! Get off of me!” Spencer shriek-laughed, attempting to put his controller out of your reach.
“No! Fuck! Spencer!” You yelled, basically climbing on top of him trying to mess him up.
The minigame ended quickly. Hearing it was over you gave up your pursuit of his controller, collapsing on top of him, slightly out of breath. “Good god.” You huffed, resting your head on his shoulder.
“No way we’re still tied for 4th after all that!” Spencer said, exasperated. He placed his free hand– the one not being pinned down by your body– on your head, ruffling your hair slightly before you sat back up. Looking over to Shayne and Chanse they were both out of breath from laughing at your attack on Spencer.
“I still demand a rematch.” Spencer said, bitter about your success in that ‘don’t Win’ video.
“Only if you’re ready to get your ass handed to you again.”
“I feel like there’s gonna be a comp of me and Ian third wheeling you two this whole segment.” Angela interjected, earning a playful glare from the two of you.
It was just clip after clip of you and Spencer being cute. You two were best friends so you were incredibly comfortable around each other. However, watching the compilation made it a little harder to deny both yours and Spencer’s feelings. You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at you in each of the clips. He watched you with rapture when you spoke, he looked at you like your voice was the sweetest song he’d ever heard.
You wanted to deny it but you recognized that look. You recognized it because it was the same way you looked at him. It made your heart swell.
“I bet if we did an eye-tracker on Spencer and just played a smosh video with Y/N in it, he would always be looking at her.” Ian teased.
“I mean, as he should.” You laughed.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. God forbid a man cares about his friend.”
“Oh hush, it's equal caring. I’d be honored for you to stare at me in a video.” You defended. You unpaused for the final clip of the video.
“Can I phone a friend?” You asked, having no clue what the answer was.
How you ended up in a video game beapordy, you had no clue. You were doing alright but didn’t know the current question so you didn’t even buzz in. Both Trevor and Chanse had gotten it wrong, leaving it to you.
“Go ahead.” Shayne allowed.
You called Spencer. You knew he would know the answer. He was currently at his apartment since he had the day off work.
He picked up after the first ring, which wasn’t unusual for him. “I was just thinking about you.” Spencer remarked, a blush creeping up your neck. “What’s up?”
“I have a really important question.” You told him, pausing for dramatic effect before reciting the question from Shayne.
“Oh! This is easy.” Spencer laughed, rattling off the answer and some.
“I hate to cut you off,” You interjected. “But I gotta finish this game. You can tell me all about it later though.” You promised with a laugh.
“Okay okay. I’ll see you later then.”
“Okay, Love you Spence.”
“I love you more.”
You hung up, Chanse giving you a playful and knowing smirk.
“Oh Spencer I love you so dearly.” he mocked, pitching his voice up and adding kissy noises.
You lightly slapped his arm, allowing the game to continue.
“Let’s look at some comments, shall we?” Ian asked, scrolling down.
“ ‘not dating’ my ass, they are too perfect together to not be”
“Can Spencer fight? I’m so serious.”
You laughed at this one, looking to Spencer to see his head hanging and shaking no. Beneath that comment was another that mirrored it, only switching your names.
“Unlike Spencer I can fight so back off my best friend.” You intimated, squaring up to the camera. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll protect you.” You said to Spencer, doing your best douche-bag voice.
Spencer left the video after this, Tommy reentering to watch the rest of the compilations.
Spencer sat to the side, watching you, smiling when you did and laughing at all of your jokes. He already knew the comments on this video would be wild. You two had been getting edits and shipping content since your very first video together years ago. He didn’t mind it though. He knew your friendship was secure and that’s all he cared about.
Would it make him the happiest man on Earth to be with you? Yes. But that didn’t matter unless you wanted it. He was perfectly content being your best friend, it was a title he wore with great honor.
He would try one day, he had to. But for now he didn’t need to be your boyfriend to know you loved him. You made it apparent every day with each interaction you shared. He hoped he did the same, because loving you was always the easiest part of his days, and the one that made him the happiest.
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SEVEN DAYS A WEEK 🍒
*smut
💋Heeseung x fem!reader💋
**english is not my first language so please feel free to correct any grammar mistake, thank you 🎀💗**
🍓Monday
There are no better things than starting a new week with a slow and sensual missionary with Heeseung. He would be so soft and slow yet so deep inside you. His eyes shut close while leaving marks all over your soft neck. Your pretty moans are music to his ears.
🍓Tuesday
Him fucking you against the wall isn’t something new to you, you do this every time when you are in a hurry and you don’t have enough time left so he just pins you against the wall and he fucks you so fast that you see stars and your head is spinning…but who actually cares? Of course not you
🍓Wednesday
Him stroking his cock while his eyes are fixed on your 2 fingers rubbing slowly on your clit, his speed trying to match yours but, it is harder for him since he sooooo turned on and all he wants right now is to feel your tight pussy around him.
🍓Thursday
No wonder why your water bill is high every month. You and Heeseung are fucking in the shower and it didn’t start a few minutes ago..oh no no no, it started about a hour ago and he just can’t get enough, his moves getting faster and faster
🍓Friday
Friday is wild. His cock deep inside you, moving like there is no tomorrow. Your back arching perfectly while his hand is grabbing your hair so tight you might think he will rip it off, but don’t worry..he will reward you later for taking him so good 🤭
🍓Saturday
Saturday is lazy. Him between your legs eating your pussy out like it is his favorite dessert. He of course teases you a lot and OF COURSE he has to give you that damn smirk everytime he feels you are getting close. He stops exactly when you are about to cum and yeah, you might be a bit annoyed but you know if you are patient you will get a reward (the reward is him fucking the soul out of you💗)
🍓Sunday
The week, of course, has to end with a good riding. You on top of him while his hands are resting on your hips while he looks at you with lustful eyes, watching every and each move, face and sound you make..he just loves you too much and he thinks…no, he knows you are perfect for him💔
**omg thank you so much for reading till the end. This is my first fic, I’m so excited to be honest, I’m gonna explode 😭💗**
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kinktober day twenty five - uniform sex
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: two of your childhood friends owing you a favor helps out when they stop you for speeding (Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: pre apocalypse
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie(it’s shane), handjob, oral (rick receiving), no lori or carl😶, reader is described as to be the same age as rick and shane/was in the same year of school as them, shane and rick are lowk dirty cops here (they bang reader to let her off), readers described to be wearing a dress, pretty sure that’s it
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.9k
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you were on your way home from work, hitting all the quieter roads and failing to stay at the speed limit.
on any other day, you wouldn’t have been stopped but today was different. everything that could’ve went wrong today did, just like now.
you seen the sirens flash behind you, and pulled over with a sigh. rolling down your window and waiting for the cop to walk up to your car, but the look that crossed your face as you met his eyes had a sigh of relief leaving you.
“Shane?”
you questioned, eyes flicking from his face and then down to the badge pinned to his chest. the gold pin reading ‘Walsh’, a last name you’d grown overly familiar with.
“mhm you know how fast you were going?”
he asked, his elbow resting lightly on your wing mirror. his eyes flicking from you and the back towards his partner still in their patrol car, unaware of who the other man was; but the feeling in your stomach had your mind racing to your other old best friend— Rick Grimes.
“was ten over the limit, max”
pleading your case, which made him chuckle. his head shaking from side to side as he moved to cross his arms in your open window, his face inches from yours.
the minty scent from his gum filling your senses from your closeness, eyes flicking down to his lips before his voice was pulling your attention back to him.
“still over the limit sweetheart”
a shiver going down your spine at the nickname, eyes finding his again and meeting the gleam in his eyes.
a pool of warmth setting in your belly under his gaze, leaning closer to him and murmuring out softly.
“remember that favor you owe me?”
another chuckle pushed past his lips, watching his head shake as he stood upright again, motioning towards his patrol car towards Rick.
the older of the two moving over to your car, a telling smirk across Shane’s face as he nodded his head towards you. Ricks hands resting on his hips as his eyes met yours, for the first time in years.
“hm you remember that favor we owe her Rick?”
the favor that you’d brought up was dismal, something from your last year of high school. you’d done both boys a big favor, helping them get out of school for the day while they done something you don’t quite remember. but they both said they owed you one, and now felt as if the perfect opportunity to use up that favor.
“from high school?”
Shane nodded in response, smirk broad across his face as his eyes skimmed down your body. his right hand reaching for the door handle and pulling open your door, arms crossing over the top of it as both men peered down at you.
“and how exactly do you want us to repay that favor for you?”
the innuendo was there, all three of you felt it. gulping as you unbuckled your seatbelt before slowly climbing out of your car, heat shooting through your body.
the road you were on was hardly used by people, so the chance of someone driving by and seeing the three of you was unlikely.
“you know how Walsh, don’t be dim”
he huffed out a laugh at your words, eyes flicking over to meet Rick’s while he shut your car door.
sandwiched between both men, your back to Shane’s chest while you faced Rick.
“gonna let us have fun with you sweetheart?”
Shane’s persistent talking left Rick quiet, not that he minded. it allowed his eyes to rake down your body, stopping at the hem of your dress that Shane was now eagerly pushing up.
“you’re stunning”
Rick drawled out, his hands lifting to grope at your boobs. his thumbs swiping over your hardening nipples through the fabric of your dress.
letting out a breathy moan at his touch, back arching towards him while Shane grounded his hips against the swell of your ass. the bulge in his slacks prominent and throbbing in his boxers.
“reckon she’s soaked for us Rick?”
the words barely registered in your head before one of Shane’s big hands were snaking into the front of your panties to swipe two thick fingers through your folds, pulling more moans from your chest.
“oh fuck”
you and Shane breathed out simultaneously, yours needier than his.
whining as his hand pulled away from your cunt to show Rick his now soaked fingers, that smirk still across his face.
“shit sweetheart”
Rick’s voice dropped an octave, one of his hands keeping your left boob in his hold while the other cradled your jaw. pulling you into a deep, heated kiss— all teeth and tongue while your hips pushed back onto Shane.
the pool of heat in your belly deepened, warmth settling through your body while both men lavished you with their undivided attention.
Shane fumbled with his belt, the clank of it sounding as he got it open. breaking the kiss with Rick to glance back at him, his fingers tugging down his zipper while he spat his gum out to the side.
“ain’t gonna keep you waiting much longer, promise you tha’”
he told before leaning in to kiss you as best he could, hands leaving his slacks to pull your panties down to your knees. the fabric drenched in your arousal.
“can’t leave Rick without any pleasure darlin’, ain’t fair tha’”
he broke the kiss to mumble against your lips, pulling back enough to meet his gaze. nodding slowly, the words formulating in your head in little coherency.
turning back to Rick, missing the way he worked open his belt and pushed his slacks down to his mid thigh. practically ogling at the sight of his cock, hot and hard and standing to attention.
the look on your face must’ve shown your surprise, stood still in place— mind reeling and trying to make sense of what your current situation actually was.
Rick must’ve sensed your hesitation, big hands cradling your face while pulling you into a softer kiss than before.
“you sure you wanna do this?”
his soft questioning made your heart warm, almost swooning at his care.
“want this— want both of you”
those words were all Shane needed to push himself into your warmth in one smooth thrust, his chest flush against your back as he buried himself to the hilt. his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured out lowly to you.
“c’mon sweetheart, take care of Ricky”
your left hand grabbed at Ricks shoulder, helping him move closer before he was kissing you again. tongue licking its way into your mouth and tangling with yours, while your right hand took hold of his cock.
the tip of him leaking beads of precum, his hips rocking into your touch while Shane slowly started moving his hips against yours.
“there we go”
his voice came out hoarse against your ear, hearing the smirk across his lips and breaking the kiss with Rick to glare back at Shane.
“easy darlin’, we’re paying back that favor we owe you”
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, his hold on your hips growing tighter as he continued to roll his hips into you.
each drag of his cock against your walls making you moan lewdly, hand squeezing around Ricks cock and pulling a shaky groan from him.
your hand moving slow and almost teasingly along Ricks length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke to pull more and more groans from his chest. his hips rocked into your touch and the head of his cock continued to leak, his precum helping to lubricate your strokes.
“like that darlin’ fuck, yeah just like tha’”
the lilt in his voice grew thicker, hips chasing your hand while Shane continued to thrust into you. his left hand shaking around to your front and pressing two thigh fingers to your clit, drawing tight firm circles against you and drawing whinier moans from your lips.
the whole scene was lewd, but you felt as if you were in paradise.
old feelings for both of them resurfacing and feeling as if you were playing out your fantasies.
“Rick-“
words failed you, but the way your eyes flicked between his and his lips gave away what you wanted. another kiss.
he was leaning in to press his lips to yours again, your hand continuing along his cock while Shane continued to play with your clit.
your walls fluttering and squeezing around him had a groan falling from his lips, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder before he was mumbling out.
“shit sweetheart, squeezing me real tight”
the pool of warmth in the pit of your stomach was at its boiling point, ready to tip you over the edge.
and with the way both men’s hips were canting desperately into your touch, you knew they were close too.
continuing to pump Ricks cock, his breath hitching while his cock throbbed in your hand. teetering on the edge, but they both wanted you to cum first.
“close, fuck ‘m close”
your admission had Shane’s hips moving quicker against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin pulling your focus back to the man behind you.
each drag of his cock felt too good, the head of him hitting the one spot over and over again that had you seeing stars. his fingers pressing tighter circles against your clit had you toppling over the edge.
cunt spasming around him as your climax hit, the force of your release had your slumping against Ricks chest. face in against his throat and your hand squeezing around his cock as you tried steadying yourself.
“there we go, atta fucking girl”
Shane’s praise hit your ears like a familiar melody, his hand soothing across your hip while continuing to rock into you.
fighting off his climax as best he could, but your walls fluttering around him again had him toppling over. whining against Ricks throat at the feeling of Shane’s cum shooting into your warmth, each stutter thrust he gave spilling more of him into you.
“jesus you’re perfect”
he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, both of hands softer now across your hips. keeping himself buried to the hilt, and keeping his cum stuffed in your pussy.
Ricks hands cradled your face to pull you back from his neck, nodding his head as you met his gaze.
on the pinnacle of his release, wanting to spill his load down your throat. his hands gently moved your head towards his cock.
your mouth warm and welcoming, and your lips wrapped securely around his cock.
he only had to give a couple bucks of his hips until he was groaning out your name, his climax hitting him and his cum shooting into your mouth. rope after rope of white filling the warm cavern of your mouth before pulling out to let you swallow.
“shit— gonna let me fuck you now angel?”
swallowing down his release, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and standing upright against Shane again.
readying yourself to answer when a call came over both of their radios, both of them groaning in annoyance.
Shane reluctantly pulling out of your warmth and pressing another kiss to your shoulder while a pout worked its way into your face.
“shit, we gotta go darlin’. think we can let you off with a warning now”
he told as they both tucked themselves back into their pants, Rick even helping to pull your panties back into place as Shane’s cum started to seep out of your cunt.
Rick placing a kiss to your temple before they were both walking back to their car, calling out to them as they both opened their doors.
“call me sometime”
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do you think you could love me?
genre: fluff, classmates to ??, high school au
pairing: non-idol!woonhak x gn!reader
synopsis: woonhak’s relationships always lack seriousness, ending with the other doing something that breaks his heart. all he wants is to commit to someone and for them to commit to him as well. fortunately, you might be just that.
warnings: food (dumplings and sikhye which is a korean rice drink), they get in trouble, woonhak has a mentioned history with girls, little jihoon cameo, random teacher ocs, yn has a habit of biting their inner cheek
wc: 2.8k
maia’s note: woonhak oneshot we cheered!! this is inspired by the song ‘do you think you could love me?’ by yung kai and it’s such a cute song so i recommend listening to it ^o^ this work is also kinda in celebration of 300 followers sooo. enjoy reading!! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!! 🤍
woonhak says he doesn’t believe in true love. yet he is always, in one way or another, in some kind of romantic relationship.
no, he isn’t a player (or at least, he doesn’t think he is), it’s just that every experience of his has ended up having a dramatic, horrible downfall.
he meets a girl, she promises him that she is unbelievably smitten, and then proceeds to either cheat or end their relationship with some sappy, strange, and/or stupid reason. ‘the three s’s’ is what he calls it.
at first, he thought it was just bad luck—a silly curse, maybe—but he very soon realized that true love simply and sadly does not exist. for him, that is.
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still, woonhak finds himself in romantic relationships that lack in seriousness left and right. he can’t quite pin a certain period of time where he didn’t have romantic involvement in his life. it could just be that he doesn’t know how to live his life without it, but woonhak can’t exactly admit that yet and keeps on chasing.
and with each breakup, each ghosting, each whatever the situation is—he finds himself digging the hole deeper down.
he wonders often if he’s ever going to see the light from the surface that has been hidden his whole life.
“woonhak!”
he turns to his right to find his friend, jihoon, calling him.
the ends of jihoon’s eyes are crinkled in frustration and his face conveys a clearly upset expression.
“do you know how long i’ve been calling your name?” the boy sighs. “you were sitting here, blanking out and staring off like you’re insane. in fact, you are insane.”
woonhak blinks. his eyebrows furrow in realization of jihoon’s words.
“i’m not insane. you’re insane!” he grumbles.
jihoon scoffs, leaning down and resting his arms on woonhak’s desk. “yeah, yeah, sure. the teacher told us to put our desks back into regular formation. that’s why i was calling you, you weirdo.”
woonhak rests his head on his arms. “why does that matter to me? i don’t have a seat partner.”
“well, it matters to you now. we have a new kid coming.” jihoon pushes himself off the desk and stands again, putting his hands in his pockets.
woonhak jumps in his seat and sits up straight. “wait—what? there’s a new kid?”
jihoon nods, “yep!”
a curiosity arises inside woonhak as he wonders who this person is—especially if they’re gonna be his desk partner.
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woonhak is, as he would say it, currently as ‘single as a pringle.’
sure, there are a few people asking for a form of attention from him, but he isn’t in anything serious and definitely doesn’t have a commitment currently.
with his last breakup, the girl ghosted him out of nowhere.
then, during the following days, they saw each other at school and she would quickly walk away, pretending as if her and woonhak had no relation between them and never once did.
only a few days later was when a friend of woonhaks spotted her with a new guy and woonhak was left with another piece of his heart broken off.
when woonhak meets you, he simply stares.
he watches as you walk into the room, approach the seat next to him, and sits down right there with a small few inches between you two.
he seems to have no shame in doing so since this gaze lasts for basically what is the whole entire day.
the next day starts the same way. woonhak ogles you throughout the morning as if studying your every action.
though, it gets put on pause midday.
your teacher is in the middle of a lecture and about everyone in class is dozing off; daydreaming about a good meal and chatting with some friends. lunch was soon.
woonhak was part of that majority until he notices your hand sliding over to his desk and gesturing him to read something on your notebook.
‘do you have an obsession?’
woonhak’s eyes widen.
he picks up his pencil, scrambling to quickly scribble down on the paper.
‘what do u mean?’
you slide the notebook closer to you, writing a response.
‘what is so interesting about me, woonhak?’
woonhak doesn’t necessarily think he is an easy man, but perhaps this was being proven wrong as his heart skips a beat.
you know his name. this isn’t a big thing at all, so why is his heart thinking otherwise?
he writes down a reply without thinking and you watch him attentively.
‘ure pretty’
he stares at his writing for a moment before realizing what he just wrote down.
he gasps, and a loud, disruptive sound releases from out of his mouth.
your teacher turns towards your desk with a stern look plastered on his face.
“do you have something to share with us all, kim woonhak?”
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the notebook gets confiscated.
and now, you and woonhak are sitting in your school’s office. your teacher is sitting in front of you with a stone-cold expression.
he starts, “yn, it has only been one day since you have been here and you have already caused trouble.”
you look at woonhak, who’s staring directly at you. you wish that the stupid, brainless expression on his face would falter even once. to you dismay, it does not, though.
you turn back to your teacher. “i’d like to correct you, mr. lee, in the nicest way possible.”
you frown, continuing to speak, “i didn’t cause any trouble. it was him.” you make a waving gesture to woonhak, thinking the look on his face will now form into something more shocked.
it doesn’t.
he stays looking straight at you. a warm, increasingly hot feeling boils in you.
mr. lee, who now stares at the two of you with a confused manner, looks to woonhak. he scans him before saying, “woonhak, is this true?”
“yes, sir. yn is right.” he continues to stare at you and his words come out with almost no hesitation. the corners of his lips turn upward into a cheeky smile. “it was all my fault. i mean—you heard me. i was the one who disrupted the class.”
the middle-aged man nods slowly. “alright.” he writes on a small piece of paper, pressing the pen against it a little too roughly.
mr. lee hands the slip to woonhak. “i hope this is not a common occurrence from here on out. if so, i’ll have to separate you two as desk mates.”
woonhak grabs the slip and gives the teacher a small smirk.
“it won’t sir.”
while leaving the office, woonhak’s steps tread lightly as if he didn’t just get assigned detention. you decide to stop him.
“hey, woonhak.”
he turns. “what’s up?”
you bite the inside of your cheek; a habit of yours.
“sorry. you didn’t have to go along with what i was saying, you know.”
he shrugs. “it’s fine. one detention won’t kill.”
he takes a step closer to you.
“if you do want to make it up to me though..” he offers you the detention slip.
you furrow your eyebrows. scoffing, you reply, “i’m not going to detention for you.”
he shakes his head, taking your hand and putting the paper in it. the touch of his soft hands makes you put more pressure into your cheek. “you won’t have to.”
and with that, he begins walking down the hallway.
you frown and turn your attention to the slip, staring at it with confusion.
“look at the back!” woonhak yells to you and his voice bounces off the walls of the empty hall.
you flip the paper over, finding his sloppy writing there.
it reads: “come help me escape detention? you’ll be helping me and i promise i’ll treat you afterwards.”
then, at the bottom of the slip: “deal ??” is written with a messy drawing.
you squint at it, trying to figure out what it possibly is.
a penguin? no. mochi..? no. a blob? maybe.
woonhak shouts to you once again, now at the very end of the hallway.
“it’s a snowman!” you can’t quite hear what he follows up with since it’s more of a grumble but it sounds something like, “is my drawing really that bad..?”
he chuckles, “see you then! don’t let me down!”
he waves in a big flashy motion, flapping his arms as if he’s a baby bird trying to fly.
he leaves, and you stand there in the hall alone, trying to process everything that had just happened.
still, the only image that lingers in your mind is woonhak’s face. that absolutely stupid, unbearable expression of his.
you continue to nibble at the inside of your cheek harder.
but if it’s so unbearable, why can’t you stop thinking about it?
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here woonhak was—in the gloomy detention room, waiting for you to enter the room and come to his rescue.
he looks up at the clock. 4:30, it reads.
he focuses on the sound of the clock hand ticking, counting each tick. perhaps this is what boredom does to someone, he thinks.
when the count reaches 129, he hears the door open.
his head immediately turns to look, and a smile grows on his face in no time.
you walk into the almost silent room and your gaze wanders to woonhak. you roll your eyes, already able to tell what he’s thinking behind that lopsided smile of his.
you walk to mrs. park, the detention supervisor, who sits at a desk at the very front of the room.
“hello!” you say, generating as much enthusiasm as you possibly can.
she looks at you with a confused smile. “hello. what could i help you with?”
you bite a little at your inner cheek. “i, uh, had some questions about the elective you teach.”
her face brightens automatically. “of course! ask away.”
you smile awkwardly. “i actually wanted to know where it is held. is it possible for you to show me?”
she hums, looking around the room. woonhak quickly diverts his attention from your way as he was focused into the conversation.
“i’m afraid i cannot. i can tell you the room number, though?” she responds.
you crinkle your nose, trying to think of some kind of excuse to get her up and out of the classroom.
you exhale a long sigh. “i’m actually new here.. i don’t know my way around campus well.”
her face softens and she thinks for a moment, taking a look at her watch.
“alright, come with me,” she concludes.
you internally celebrate but quickly catch yourself. wait—why are you so happy?
you follow her out the room and around the school as she leads you to an art class with an interior of scattered easels and cabinets full of paint and other creative supplies.
you nod the whole time, not quite faking you interest as it does seem even the slightest fascinating to you.
when she is finished, you thank her for her time and walk to the entrance of the building.
there, you find the boy you saved.
he smiles warmly at you. “thank you, yn.”
you scoff, continuing to walk without stopping. “you’re welcome, snowman. you gonna treat me out now?”
he rushes to match your pace. he grins, “why, of course. i’m a snowman of his words.”
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he takes you to a small, hole in the wall dumpling place.
it sports an old-school style with a cozy, somewhat lived in feeling. messages of customers from the past and present are written on the walls in messy marker smudges and faded letters written in pencil. you can tell they have immense meaning, even if you can’t exactly read it.
you and woonhak sit against the wall at a dark wooden table.
“this place is…” you take time to think about the right word.
“unbelievably beautiful?” woonhak chuckles, finishing your sentence.
“yeah. it feels like there’s so many words to describe it yet none of them can quite hold all of it.”
woonhak nods, and his piercing gaze on you is back. you aren’t oblivious—woonhak has been staring at you the whole way from your school to the restaurant and even now as you both sit there.
an older lady approaches your table. she smiles sweetly at you and woonhak.
“what could i get you two?”
woonhak gestures you to order first.
“i’ll get the juicy pork dumplings, please.”
an unfamiliar emotion flickers over woonhak’s face for a moment before it quickly leaves. you think you might just be imagining it so you brush it off without another thought.
the woman giggles a bit before responding, “alright, and what about you, young man?”
woonhak answers, “i’ll get the same thing, thank you.”
the older lady nods and leaves with a suspicious smile.
“so…”you start. “how did you find this place?”
he leans on the back of his chair. “an old friend of mine! i heard the dumplings are delicious and, well, how could i resist?”
you nod, “true, true. i’d never pass up a good dumpling.”
“i mean it, by the way,” he says, switching to a more serious tone.
you tilt your head slightly. “what?”
he continues, “for getting me out of detention. thank you.”
you shrug. “well… it was kind of my fault anyway. plus, you followed up with food afterwards.”
“right.. right…” he teases.
he looks at you gently, and you feel like his stare become less and less unbearable as time passes. or maybe it never was, and you just don’t want to accept that.
“hey! you just said you couldn’t resist this place so don’t judge me,” you scowl.
he grins and the two of wait for the food to come while conversing over random topics.
when your food comes, both of you dig in immediately.
“this is insane. how does something taste so heavenly?” you comment on it.
you don’t realize how comfortable you’ve become around woonhak or how it has even gotten to this point so fast. in a way, it just happened in a natural fashion.
plus, if you were completely honest—dead serious, honest—you can already feel his warmth rising inside you. you don’t know much about this boy in front of you who wears his heart on his chest (which he may not be fully aware of) and has a smile where his teeth stick out just the smallest bit, but you want to. you want to get to know every single detail about him.
he grins in response to your words and for a second you’re convinced his laugh is like music to your ears.
as the two of you are eating, the older lady comes up to your table again.
“how are we enjoying the food?” she asks.
you nod in a fast manner. “very good!” you hum, “it makes me crave sikhye..”
woonhak’s head snaps to you in a blink of an eye.
“what?” he says, dumpling still in his mouth.
you frown, “what?”
the two of you pause, eyes meeting for what feels like an eternity.
then, you hear a loud laugh.
the older lady still stands at your table, chuckling and holding her stomach as if it’s going burst open.
you raise an eyebrow, looking at her in confusion.
“oh, are you two funny!” her laughs slow, “mister kim woonhak, i think you’ve found the one!”
his eyes widen. “ma’am!”
she leans closer to you, whispering in your ear, “this boy you’re here with, kim woonhak,” she gestures to woonhak, “is here to test you.”
your mouth hangs open slightly. “test… me?”
woonhak digs his face into his hands, groaning.
she nods. “you ordered his favorite dish, you noticed this place’s design, and now you’ve just put the cherry on top—the sikhye.”
you slowly turn to woonhak.
“is this true?”
“yes…” his voice is muffled.
you begin to laugh, but it turns to a loud, almost obnoxious (to woonhak) one.
woonhak has this plan. he takes his newly met and possible partner to this exact dumpling spot, sees if they have similar tastes as him, has a hopefully engaging conversation, and decides afterwards if he likes the potential development that is there. he usually does, but still does the test anyways.
and if the subject just happens to order the same thing as him, order sikhye in the middle of eating, and notices the atmosphere of the restaurant, it might just be meant to be.
you so happen to have done all of these things.
and in response to this, woonhak turns tantrum mode.
“agh! this is so embarrassing…” his words are somewhat incomprehensible.
“woonhak.. it’s okay,” you giggle.
he looks up from his hands.
you hum. “i guess it’s just fate, huh? we might be meant to be.”
woonhak’s eyes widen with a subtle glimmer in them.
and finally, woonhak sees a hint of light. love no longer feels like it is going to end with a sappy, strange, or stupid reason at all; and he hopes desperately that it is all going to be because of you.
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EAT IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT ! ✘ 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢, 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨 & 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — n/sfw content, headcanons + rating, female reader, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, pussy slapping, face-sitting, praise, overstimulation, etc
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i wrote this while being sick, so don't attack me if this has a lot of spelling mistakes and errors.. and i just wanted to write some silly little headcanons so my apologies if this isn't good lol happy reading as always and i hope you enjoy :3 (yes i did remove fedya from this sorry) NOT PROOFREAD
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — bsd men and how they eat the 😼
𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲
this man is a MUNCHERRRR. will gladly eat you out any day of the week, any time of the day. he does not care if you're at work — will not hesitate drag you in a storage room of the agency and eat you out there. one time ranpo walked in on dazai giving you the most toe-curling head, and used that as blackmail on you two, demanding he'll keep quiet if you bought him candy for the rest of the week. safe to say that you put a ban on sex at work for a month (spoiler alert: you didn't last).
sit. on. his. face. make a mess on it — drench his face in your juices and he'll thank you. hell, even better if you ride it — he'll cum untouched so fast.
he's skilled in the art of eating pussy — knows all of your weak spots like the back of his hand. don't ask him how many times he's done this — he'll just flash you an innocent looking smile, never actually answering your question.
knows how to make you scream and takes advantage of that — urging you to cum over and over on his silver tongue, saying "just gimme one more, darling," only for it to turn into another, and another until you lose count.
he takes his time when giving you head — tongue tracing your hole all the way up to your clit, savouring the taste of your arousal before he devours you.
KEEPS EYE CONTACT !! works his mouth on your cunt while his big, warm, brown eyes filled with mirth stares at you the entire time, smirking at the beautiful expressions you make — loving how flustered you get from his gaze alone.
likes to use his fingers while eating you out — long digits probing at the rough patch of your g-spot while he sucks on your clit — a deadly combo that has you creaming in his mouth in seconds.
overall a 10/10, knows how to use his tongue and isn't afraid of using it.
𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪
messy eater !! is not afraid of getting filthy, if he's gonna go down on you, might as well do it properly.
he's really into 69 ! not because he gets pleasured as well (though he's definitely not gonna complain about it), it's more of a physiological thing for him. it gets him so impossibly hard when you slobber and struggle to take his cock down your throat just because of the sheer pleasure he's giving you. it's adorable to see, really. also gives him an excuse to shove his cock down your throat himself, groaning something about "him doing all the work," but he wouldn't have it any other way.
as much as he loves pinning you to the bed, holding your hips down while shoving his face between your legs — he'd much rather eat it from the back. what can he say? he loves your ass — spreading it apart to bury his tongue into your hole, occasionally slapping or pinching your cheeks to tease you — it's pure filth.
he knows your limits, of course, but sometimes he can't help but go a little overboard — too lost in the feeling of lapping up your sweetness, circling your clit before dipping his tongue into your hole. it's best not to interrupt him during this — unless you actually want to stop, he's gonna pin you down harder with a low growl before getting back to his meal.
he doesn't use his fingers that often while eating you out — would much rather make you release on his tongue, but wouldn't mind indulging you if you really wanted it. gloved fingers probing at your sweet spot — groaning out praises for being so good for him.
he's a talker !! growling, muttering and even moaning words of encouragement while he eats your pussy — the vibrations of his lust-filled voice making your toes curl and head lull back.
9/10, he's less about technique and more about instinct — and it works.
𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓸
he's a sadist through and through — very into edging you. likes to hear your heartbeat speed up then suddenly drop when he pulls his face away from your cunt, laughing at your misery like it's the funniest thing in the world. don't get him wrong though — he eventually does let you cum, eventually.
when he's not edging you, he's overstimulating you. sometimes he does it right after edging you, too — didn't you want to cum? he's giving you what you wanted this whole time, you should thank him for it, really.
not afraid of using toys on you during he goes down on you — he loves hearing your desperate whines and and attempts of forcing him away because "it's too much," what nonsense — he thinks, jouno knows your limits, he knows you can take it. now be a good girl for him and let him enjoy his meal.
100% a pussy slapper — he likes hearing you squeal his name, while your neighbors definitely hate you both for that. he's so mean about it too, spreading your pussy lips apart to land a harsh but swift smack on your clit — it has you tearing up and crying out his name so cutely, he can't help but do it again, again and again.
jouno knows exactly which spots make you writhe in pleasure, and he takes advantage of that — relentlessly pounding his fingers into your g-spot while suckling on your clit, it has you seeing stars in mere moments.
did i mention he can make you squirt? he's incredible with his hands and mouth — combine that with the fact that he knows all of your weak spots, it's a killer combination. even if you're not a squirter, he still gives you the best orgasms you've had in your life.
8/10, he knows your limits and knows when to stop — but sometimes he can be a little too… sadistic.
𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓹𝓸
another munch right here — he'll eat you out anytime he wants, and when you want him to, of course !
ranpo gets super whiney while going down on you, his face would be flushed down to his neck — muffled moans of your name escaping his glossy lips, it's an adorable sight.
his glasses would be all fogged up, please take them off for him so they don't get dirty (he'll be whiney after if you don't)
ranpo has 0 experience, might need you to teach him some of the basics at first but he's a quick learner, quickly figures out and memorises which spots make you moan louder and your cunt wetter.
he doesn't care that much about technique, relies on feeling instead.
he doesn't like using his fingers, would rather pleasure you simply with his tongue — but he might cave in if you whined for long enough.
LOVES having you sit on his face — he needs to be drowned in your essence, and what better way to do that than have you ride his face? use him to get off, he might whine and kick his feet at first but he'll give in eventually !
sucks on your clit like it's his favorite candy — at least that's what he tells you. could spend hours and hours between your legs if you'd let him, sucking at licking at your clit before dipping his tongue in your hole, he might like it even better than candy, actually.
7/10, inexperienced but his enthusiasm makes up for it — really messy too.
note — if you don't agree with the ratings then that's fine, they can eat you out however you want them to lol.
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I read your Toby fic and ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! So I humbly ask if you could feed my deranged monster loving brain with some Eyeless jack filth.
I trust your amazing brain to think of something. But if I could request something... maybe it involves tongue and teeth :3
omg thank u anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i freaked when i saw this bc i was already halfway into writing this already, i call that divine timing :p i hope u likey <3
Peace Offering (Eyeless Jack x F!Reader)
CW: biting, blood play, size diff, oral (f receiving), breeding, a bit of spit, a bit of choking, overall monster fuckery
word count 4.5k
you're a cannibal too!! no graphic descriptions of cannibalism in this one but just a heads-up lol. also, mating szn!!
The hall outside Jack's door smells like antiseptic and viscera. Different from the stench of death and rotting wood permeating the rest of the mansion. You’ve been standing in front of the door for a full minute, fist raised, frozen in decision paralysis.
You don’t even know Jack. Not once spoke to him, or even held eye contact. But you supposed that was the default.
You just knew that he’s tall. That he doesn’t speak. That he moves like smoke and shadow and his claws gleam like scalpels in dim light. You’ve passed him a few times in the mansion—once in the kitchen, where you stood still as a statue holding a raw pancreas while he silently poured black coffee. Once in the hall, where his shoulder nearly brushed yours and you were sure you were going to die—and then he just kept walking.
You’ve only been here a week. The others mostly leave you alone, but you can feel the eyes. You smell like flesh and dirt and bad decisions. They know what you are. You’re a cannibal, same as Jack. But Jack’s been here longer. He’s not just another creep—he’s the fucking cannibal. And you’re afraid he’s gonna see you as competition.
Or worse, an intruder.
You’re not here to offer a sacrifice for his mercy. You’re here to be normal. To knock on the door like a grown-ass human being and say, “Hey, just wanted to introduce myself, I’m new, I eat people too but I’m not gonna step on your turf, all good?”
Y’know. Professional courtesy.
You don’t even know if he cares, but it's been gnawing at you all week. He hasn’t looked twice at you, hasn’t said a single word—but that just makes it worse. You can’t tell if he’s ignoring you, tolerating you, or planning to dissect you in your sleep. So you’re gonna clear the air.
You take a deep breath, straighten your spine, and knock.
You expect silence.
You expect slow, heavy footsteps.
You expect him to open the door with that same blank stillness that makes your stomach twist—stoic, unreadable, the kind of presence that makes you feel like prey even when you’re not. You hope you're not, at least.
You do not expect it to swing open less than a second later like he was already there.
And you definitely don’t expect what’s behind it.
Jack stands in the doorway, bare-chested and heaving. His presence hits you like a freight train—six foot seven of solid, silent terror. Black, scarred, empty sockets that somehow still manage to pin you in place. His skin has a weird, almost too-warm flush to it—gray tinged with red, like stone under heat. There’s a light sheen of sweat across his collarbones. His hair is damp. His claws twitch, flexing in and out of fists at his sides. And worst of all—he stinks.
Not like gore. Not like antiseptic. Not like you. Not bad, but strong.
He smells like sex, like pure pheromones. Like heat and musk and ozone and blood and salt, like ancient stone cracking under pressure, like the kind of sex that leaves bite marks and bruises in the shape of hands.
“...Hi,” you say, weakly.
His head tilts. His nostrils flare.
“New proxy,” he says. Voice like gravel, deeper than you imagined. Rough.
“Y-Yeah. I—I just came to say, like, I’m not here to… step on your toes or anything? I know we’re both, uh. Y’know.” You gesture vaguely, too nervous to say the word cannibal for some reason. “I don’t want beef. Pun not intended.” You're rambling. God, shut up.
Jack exhales through his nose. It almost sounds like a laugh. Almost.
“I know.”
His voice is slow. Controlled. Too controlled. Like every word has to push through clenched teeth.
You shift in place. “You, uh… okay, man?”
He closes his eyes—what’s left of them, anyway. His claws clench into his fists, then relax.
“No.”
Oh.
You blink. “...Do you want me to go?”
“No.”
Your brain makes a soft popping noise.
You try to take a step back anyway, but one of his claws lifts, just slightly—not threatening, more like a halt gesture.
“It’s mating season.”
You freeze.
“I—what the fuck.”
Jack doesn’t move closer. Doesn’t leer. Doesn’t do anything—he just stands there, flushed and feverish and breathing like he ran a marathon. But the air around him feels hot, electric, heavy. You feel it in your stomach, in your teeth.
“I’m not going to touch you,” he says, jaw tight. “I have control.”
You believe him. That’s somehow worse.
Your voice comes out hoarse. “I didn’t know. I—fuck. I wouldn’t have come here if I knew.”
“I know.” Another breath. “You couldn’t have known.”
He leans a shoulder against the doorframe like his legs are tired—his body vibrating with the effort of staying still.
“I can smell you,” he murmurs. “You’re afraid.”
“Yeah. A little.”
“I’m not a threat.”
You almost laugh. “You sure look like one.”
That earns a sound from him—low and dry, almost a chuckle. Barely. Not really. “I won’t hurt you. But if you’re going to stand there, I need you to say what you came to say.”
Right. Words. You had a plan.
“I’m not competition,” you blurt. “I’m not here to challenge you, I don’t even want the woods, I’m barely domesticated enough to live in a house, and I’m scared shitless of you, so please don’t eat me.”
Silence.
Then, deadpan: “You’re not very threatening.”
You look up sharply. He’s watching you, what’s left of his expression unreadable—but his mouth twitches, the ghost of a smile. Still tense. Still fevered.
Like a beast in a cage, pacing internally, chained by sheer willpower and nothing else.
You manage a laugh. Weak. Awkward. “Right. Okay. I’ll just—go.”
His fingers twitch. You take a step back.
And then, his voice—low, raw, almost slurred with restraint:
“If you don't have a peace offering, you could always offer yourself.”
It hits you like a bullet.
You freeze. Blink. Your brain throws up the blue screen of death.
Your eyes snap to his. Not that there’s much to see—but something moves in his face, a flicker of realization. Like his mouth acted before his brain.
Jack’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, the air feels razor sharp.
Then:
“...That was a joke.”
Bullshit.
You don’t say anything. Can’t. You just stare, pulse hammering, skin prickling. He’s not smiling. He’s not leering. But something about the way he said it—low, even, matter-of-fact—is so much worse. Like it wasn’t a threat. Like it wasn’t even fantasy. Just a passing suggestion. A biological truth.
Your breath catches. You definitely didn’t mean to look at him the way you did—like you’re not just scared, but curious. Like some lizard part of your brain is weighing it—like it wants to know what kind of creature could say something that filthy with a face so blank.
And he smells it.
Your arousal isn't loud. It's not dramatic. But it’s there. A flash of curiosity through the panic, an ugly little throb in the base of your spine, something your body registered before your brain could veto it.
His body goes still.
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.
But his chest rises, slow and deep, as he inhales—and you see it hit him like a goddamn punch. His throat bobs. His claws twitch. His stance shifts just barely forward, toward you.
“…Fuck,” he mutters.
Your heart seizes.
“Okay, what the fuck was that—”
“I told you,” he says—voice low, rough, tight. “It’s mating season.”
“That didn’t sound like a seasonal allergy just now, man, you sounded like you were about to—”
“I wasn’t.”
“You aren’t now?”
“I’m not going to touch you.”
He says it like a promise. Not to you—to himself.
You swallow thickly.
Jack’s chest is still heaving, slow and deliberate, like he’s meditating through it. You don’t miss the flex of his fingers. The faint tremble in his shoulders. And worst of all, the fact that he’s still staring, like you’re a threat, or prey, or a goddamn solution.
“…Didn’t mean to say that,” he mutters.
“You did,” you say quietly.
“Didn’t mean for you to hear it.”
You should leave.
You know that. Every cell in your body is screaming it—but your feet don’t move. You don’t want to die or find out what happens if you don't die. But your mind is tangled, twisted, caught somewhere between fear and intrigue.
“...You’re still standing there,” he says.
You nod. “So are you.”
Silence, another breath.
“You should leave.”
You nod again. “I know.”
Neither of you moves.
And in that moment, everything is suspended—your pulse, the air, time itself. Jack stares at you like he’s memorizing you. Every molecule of scent, every twitch of your breath. Like he’s holding himself together cell by cell.
“You’re not a threat,” he says finally. Quietly. “But you are dangerous.”
“To you?”
His mouth twitches. That almost-smile again.
“To me,” he echoes, “and to yourself.”
You swallow. “...You’d still fuck me, though.”
That catches him.
Something flickers under his skin, his jaw flexing tight as he stares at you like he didn’t just imagine it—but heard it, loud and clear, from the source. He doesn’t answer right away.
But when he does, it’s barely a whisper.
“...If you asked.”
You almost shudder.
The weight of those three words drops into your spine like a stone. Not if he wanted to. Not if he could. If you asked.
You don’t know how the words come out of your mouth. You don’t even feel your lips move. It’s like something else in you—deeper, hungrier—took the wheel and said,
“I’d ask.”
His breath stops.
The silence that follows is indecent. Your ears ring with it. You watch Jack go still, not like a man—like a beast feeling the air shift before a quake. His head tilts the slightest bit down, his nostrils flare again, and his lips part like he’s tasting your fucking soul in the air.
Then, slowly, like he's afraid to break the spell, he steps aside.
You cross the threshold.
And you're immediately hit with a wall of scent so thick and delicious it curls into your lungs and lingers like smoke. Blood, coppery and sharp, but not stale—fresh enough to hum beneath your skin. A faint iron tang, the subtle, meaty funk of consumed organs. And underneath all of it, him—that deep, heavy, impossibly male scent that makes your legs tremble and your mouth go dry.
The door closes behind you with a click.
Jack doesn’t move right away.
He just looks at you. The tension in his body is so sharp it practically hums, his shoulders rigid, hands flexed and trembling at his sides, claws curling like he’s trying to crush the air. His chest rises in slow, shallow gulps, like every breath is work.
Then he speaks.
Voice low. Graveled. Careful.
“One last warning.”
You don’t answer. Not out loud. Your gaze stays locked on him. He watches your throat move as you swallow.
“You don’t know what this is,” he says, and for the first time, it’s not calm. It’s strained. “This isn’t like fucking some guy in the mansion. I'm not human. It hurts. It's violent. I’ll lose control for hours. It’ll leave marks. You’ll feel it for days. Maybe longer.”
He’s not boasting. Not posturing. There’s no lust-drunk swagger here, no smirk, no game. Just raw, desperate honesty, dragging out of him like it physically hurts to say it. And despite every survival instinct shrieking in your bones, you stay.
You nod. “I know,” you whisper.
“You don’t.”
“I don’t care.”
You mean it. You don't know why, but you mean it. Even if your hands are shaking. Even if you feel like you might pass out from sheer adrenaline. You don't know if it’s insanity or instinct or just some deep, terrifying desire—but something in you wants this. Wants him. Like an offering to a god that never learned how to be merciful.
Jack takes one step toward you.
Then another.
You don’t flinch.
His fingers reach out—hesitate—then curl just barely beneath your chin, tilting your face up. His touch is hot, impossibly warm for someone who looks like a walking corpse, and his claws tremble where they rest near your throat. You can tell he’s holding back by the millimeter. That he could rip through your skin without trying.
His voice drops lower, almost broken.
“I won’t take what isn’t offered,” he murmurs. “Say it. Or walk away.”
You stare up at him, skin buzzing, breath shallow.
“…I want you."
Jack’s restraint snaps.
Not in some sudden, ravaging burst—but like a beast unchained. Controlled, deliberate, inevitable.
His lips barely graze yours. Just hovering.
“…Fuck,” he growls.
And he lunges. Not with speed—just momentum. Gravity. A controlled collapse.
His mouth crashes onto yours, and you feel the teeth first—sharp, pointed, dragging—but not biting. Not yet. They graze. They threaten. They tease the edge of pain. And then his tongue follows.
It drags over your lips. Slips past your teeth. You can’t breathe, can’t think, and then he bites—your lower lip, a clean tear—and you gasp into him.
The taste of your own blood floods your mouth, and he moans. Deep, equal parts strained and relieved, like you just fed him.
His hand fists in your hair. The other splays across your lower back, dragging you flush to his chest. You can feel every taut, strained inch of him. Every hard line.
Then his tongue pushes back into your mouth, thick and intrusive, and it carries your blood with it, making you taste it. Your whimper tastes even sweeter in his mouth.
His claws rake lightly up your back—not enough to slice, just enough to make your skin scream. And then one palm cups your ass, the other grips your waist, and he groans like your body just did something to him.
“You taste good,” he pants into your neck. “You smell like—fuck, you don’t even know—”
He licks a stripe up your throat. You feel his tongue flick over a pulse point, but you swear you feel something more there. You don't have time to dwell on it, but your pulse is fluttering now.
His teeth nip your skin. Break it. Blood wells. He laps it up, groaning again—feral.
Hands roam. Bold. Bruising. Claiming. Gripping you like you’re already his. His mouth stays locked on your throat, jaw, shoulder—biting, licking, drinking. And for a moment, he pulls back just to look at you, lips wet with your blood.
“I can't go easy on you,” he repeats, voice barely held together. “I’m not human. I can’t do human.”
You don’t answer. You grab his face and kiss him again, and he breaks. Moaning into your mouth, hands everywhere, blood smeared between you, tongue tangling with yours like he’s trying to devour you from the inside out.
You’re still reeling from the kiss—bloody, deep, consuming—when his mouth moves back to your throat.
This time, the teeth sink deeper.
No more testing, no more gentle nips. He bites, hard enough that your knees almost give. Sharp canines sink into the soft muscle where your shoulder meets your neck, and you yelp—half pain, half fucked-up thrill—and he moans around the wound like it’s the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever tasted.
"That's better," he growls into your skin, lapping at the blood. “That’s what I wanted.”
Your clothes don’t stand a fucking chance.
His claws catch your shirt and rip. Fabric tears like wet paper. He’s not even trying to be careful. Just shreds it off, mouth biting its way down your chest, your ribs, your stomach—leaving bruises, welts, more shallow punctures. Blood blooms in hot trails, and he follows every drop with his tongue.
His hands—huge, clawed—grip your hips hard enough to bruise as he throws you onto the bed, clothes half-hanging off, breath caught in your throat.
You're still catching up, still blinking at him towering at the foot of the bed, shirtless, panting like he ran miles, sweat slick on his chest and broad shoulders, your blood staining his lips, and then he's on his knees.
You expect his tongue again.
You expect a tongue.
When his mouth drops between your legs and his face splits open wider than it has any right to, you barely have time to process it—because you see them.
Three tongues. Long, thick, slick with saliva. Moving independently. And they descend on you, no warning, no tease. He doesn't have time for that shit.
Just devastation.
He shoves your thighs apart and dives in, tongues moving like they’ve been starving for this—two spreading you open, one plunging deep and curling inside your cunt, fucking you while he holds you up like you weigh nothing.
You scream. Not just moan—scream. Because it’s too much. Wet, hot, writhing pressure on every nerve all at once, like his mouth was built to destroy you.
"What the fuck—" you yelp, hands flying to his hair, half prying him off, half pulling him deeper like you can't take it but want to.
And he growls into you. Deep, low, inhuman. The sound vibrates against your pussy, against your fucking soul, a guttural snarl like some wild thing burying its face in a fresh kill.
He's jacking himself off the entire time—fist pumping slowly, strangling, pre-cum drooling from the head of his cock, but not enough. Not nearly enough. This isn't for pleasure. It's just to keep from exploding.
His claws dig into your thighs as he lifts your hips off the bed like you're weightless, mouth working between your legs, tongues licking, twisting, ravaging.
Your back arches, you can’t breathe. You’re crying out his name—just guttural syllables and sobs—because it’s so much. So wet. So loud. Slurping, snarling, every movement feral and unrelenting.
When one of his tongues flicks over your clit and the others deepen, you lose it. Your orgasm hits like a brick wall, blinding and sudden, and you keen again—legs shaking, thighs clamping around his head, and he growls louder.
Moans.
Keeps fucking eating you.
Keeps jacking himself harder, like your orgasm made him hungry.
Because it did.
He breaks off only when you're twitching, overstimulated, barely conscious—and even then, he doesn’t speak. He just pants against your thigh, teeth latched to the soft skin there like a leech, blood and slick and saliva smeared across his mouth, stroking himself like he’s about to burst.
You're still trembling when he yanks your hips down the bed, claws dragging over your skin like he doesn’t even realize he’s touching you that hard. There's leftover blood, slick, spit, and he licks it off his palm like he can't help himself, before bracing himself over you—and that's when you see his cock.
Big is an understatement. It's obscene.
Long, thick, heavy, and curved just enough to make your insides clench on instinct. The skin is flushed dark, veins bulging, and it looks angry—like it’s been aching, throbbing, desperate for this for years.
You flinch when he lines up, heart thudding, and he hears it.
You expect another warning, maybe some stoic restraint. But no.
Jack leans in—panting, black sockets narrowed like every second he's not bruising your cervix is fucking strenuous—and spits in your mouth.
Heavy, hot, thick—your blood, his saliva, the mess of you—and your mouth is too open in shock to stop it.
"Swallow," he growls.
You do.
And that’s when he thrusts in, like the spit was only a diversion, like a doctor distracting a patient with small talk before driving a needle into their arm.
No teasing. No easing you into it. Just shoves the whole thick length of himself inside you in one brutal, unforgiving motion.
It's so fucking vicious that your scream catches in your throat, strangled and pained.
The stretch burns, splits you open, the pain folding over into something too deep and too hot to name. And he doesn’t fucking stop—doesn’t give you time to breathe before he’s got both your legs bent and pinned to your chest, folding you into a goddamn pretzel, pushing deeper.
His strength is terrifying.
He holds you down like nothing. Just one hand pinning your thigh against you, the other wrapping tight around your throat, thumb under your chin to tilt your head back, making you look at him—if you could see anything past the blur of tears and fucked-out haze.
His hips snap forward and you wail.
“Ohh, fuck,” Jack groans, voice thick, rough, feral, pace already too fast, too hard, too deep. “Tight little thing. Been starving for this. So—fucking—tight.”
The praise isn’t sweet. It’s raw. Like he’s talking to himself more than you. Like every inch of him is relieved to finally, finally bury himself in something hot and wet and clenching and have the weight of this blistering heat lifted off his shoulders.
“Feel that?” he grits through his teeth, pounding into you so hard the bed rattles beneath you. “Sucking me in—like you were made for it.”
You whimper, mouth open, barely forming words. His grip on your throat tightens—not enough to stop your air, just enough to control it.
“You’re gonna take every fucking inch,” he growls. “Take what I give you. Take—all of it."
His pace turns brutal. Every thrust punches a sound out of you—raw, helpless cries drowned out by the wet slap of skin, your blood and slick smearing between your bodies.
And still—he holds you there. Bent. Exposed. Pinned.
You can’t move. Can’t run. Can’t breathe. Just heave and wheeze out broken wails while he fucks into you like his sole purpose in life is to breed.
And when he shifts his angle, grinding deep, dragging against the spot inside you that makes your vision white out, you cum with a strangled sob. Instantly, without as much as a heads-up from your pussy.
He feels it.
“Fuck—there it is,” he snarls, still rutting into you, relentless. “That’s it, yeah— So fucking good for me. Just like that—fuck yes—just like that.”
The overstimulation has you clawing at his arms, legs shaking, breath catching on every moan that tears out of you, but all Jack does is growl. Low and heavy in your ear, dark praise melting into the crackling static of pure need.
"God, keep fucking clenching," he pants, voice thick with hunger, hips slamming against yours with brutal rhythm. "Tight little cunt. Gonna make me lose my fucking mind."
You’re whimpering—high and broken—when he finally pulls out with a wet pop that leaves your pussy gaping, twitching around nothing.
Before you can even think of begging for a break, you're flipped onto your stomach, your face barely sinking into his sheets before he slams back in from behind with a ragged, guttural snarl. You cry out, hands scrambling for grip, spine arched in a shiver of pain and heat as he bottoms out in one vicious thrust.
The stretch is horrible all over again. You're soaked, so open and used already, and still—he splits you wider.
Jack’s claws dig into the soft meat of your ass as he grabs two full handfuls, dragging you back into every sharp, hungry thrust. The sound is feral—skin clapping, bedsprings shrieking, his lupine growls vibrating in your chest.
Then his hand finds your hair.
He wraps it around his fist like a rope and yanks your head back, arching your spine and baring your throat. His pace never falters—he fucks you like he needs it to survive, like your body was made to take this. (It wasn't.)
You barely get a breath before his grip changes again—his arm slides around your neck, elbow snug against your throat, and he pulls you upright into him. Your back arches tight like a drawn bow, head lolling on his shoulder as he bends down to snarl into your ear.
The other hand slides over your stomach, down low, low—palming the spot where his cock bulges inside you, visible and so fucking deep.
“Feel that?” Jack breathes, breath hot and ragged. “That’s how fucking deep you're taking me. That's how deep you're gonna take my seed."
You can’t even speak. Just shudder and whimper, stuffed so full it aches deep in your belly. The arm around your neck tightens just enough to make you dizzy—floaty, pliant, mind slipping out of your control.
Right where your shoulder meets your neck, his teeth sink in deep again, sharp teeth and longer canines piercing skin like butter. You yelp, back arching harder, but he just holds you there, locked tight in his grip as blood wells up and rolls down your chest. His tongue drags over it, lapping it up greedily, moaning like your essence is just fueling Chernabog inside him. To breed, to fuck, to relieve, to destroy.
“Fuck... fuuuck me,” he snarls, every word a tremor. “Gonna fucking fill you— Breed this tight pussy, shit—"
He slams into you. Once. Twice. A third time—
And then he groans, loud and shaking, as he cums.
It’s hot. Endless. You can feel it pulse through his cock, feel the flood of it painting your insides, thick and heavy and too much. His hips don’t stop moving—slow now, dragging through your overstretched cunt just to make sure none of it goes to waste.
"Yeah—yes, yes—fuck," he rasps, breath stuttering as he presses in deep, so deep you feel it in your lungs. "Finally. Finally... fuck, take it—"
Like he's been waiting for this. Like he’s been going rabid over the idea of this for months and now he’s got a warm, bleeding body to fill instead of his own fucking fist.
You feel so full that it would make you nauseous if you weren't on the brink of passing out.
Jack's still holding you there. Still buried deep, arms locked tight, cock twitching as the last of it seeps out of him.
“Mine now,” he murmurs against your ear, voice wrecked. “You feel that?”
You do. You just can't fucking answer, only managing a strangled little whine, more wounded animal than human.
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