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Drunk temptations - Matt Sturniolo
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Paring: bsf!Matt x drunk! Reader
Contains/warinings: reader is a virgin, dry humping, no p in v, mentions of alcohol and loss of virginity, maybe more stuff...
Summary: You and your best friend Matt are going to a party. You get extremely drunk, and despite your bratty resistance, Matt insists on taking you home. Somehow, you end up on your best friend's lap, kissing him and confessing that you want to lose your virginity to him...
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You and Matt have been best friends for many years now. You’re also friends with his brothers Nick and Chris. Tonight you guys are going to a party. Matt went to pick you up.
Knocks on the door
You quickly went downstairs to open the door with your hair and makeup ready but still in your pijamas.
Laughing, he raises an eyebrow at my pajamas “You’re not ready yet?”
“Sorryyyyy, I just need to get changed and we can go” you explain.
He chuckles. “Alright, but make it quick.”
“Okay okay, come in, I promise.” You say laughing a bit as you two go upstairs to your room. You get in the bathroom and Matt sits down on your bed waiting for you.
He leans back on the bed, looking quite at home in your room as he waits. His eyes roam around, taking in the posters on the walls and the messy piles of clothes scattered about.
You quickly change onto a black mini skirt, a red tight and a little revealing top, some jewelry and a ton of perfume. You take one last glance in the mirror and exit the bathroom. “I’m ready!”
He looks up from where he was lounging on your bed, a slow smile spreading across his face “Whoa, you look amazing tonight.”
You smile at his compliment. “Thank youuu! It’s a new outfit, I bought it today.”
"Oh yeah? I can tell. It looks really good on you." He stands up and walks over, taking a closer look at the outfit. "Hey, is that a new perfume too?" He asks, leaning in to sniff at my neck.
You feel something fluttering in your stomach as he leans in, his hot breath hitting your neck. “What?… oh yeah it’s a new perfume.” You feel your face growing hot and you’re also feeling nervous. But you quickly throw those feelings away, reminding yourself that he’s your best friend.
He pulls back and flashes a grin at your flushed face, noting your reaction yet deciding not to comment on it. Instead, he gestures towards the door. “Shall we, m’lady?” He teases, offering you his arm like a gentleman.
You laugh at his tone and actions. “Always a gentleman, right?” You tease and take his arm.
"Only for you, my lady," Matt replies with a playful smirk. He leads you out of the room and down the hallway, his hand gently patting at yours on his arm.
You laugh and roll your eyes jokingly as you nudge him with your shoulder.
He chuckles and nudges you back, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. As you guys head down the hallway, Matt can't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the dim lighting highlights your features and makes the colors of your outfit pop. As you step out into the night air, the cool breeze rustling your hair, Matt can't help but appreciate the way the city lights reflect off the curves of your body. He opens the car door for you, gesturing for you to get in.
“Ooohhh, opening the door and everything.” You say teasingly.
He chuckles and gives a mock bow, "Anything for my queen," he says with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he waits for you to get in the car.
You chuckle and roll your eyes. “Ohh shut upppp.”
He laughs, shaking his head as he closes the car door. As he walks around to the driver's side, he can't help but grin at your teasing.
As we drive to the party, the music is playing softly in the background, and Matt can't help but tap his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. He glances over at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. "So, are you ready to party tonight?"
“Oh I'm definitely ready to get drunk.” You say with a chuckle.
He laughs and shakes his head, "Well, let's make sure you don't do anything too crazy, yeah? I don't want to have to carry you home over my shoulder."
“I won't, don't worry. I just want to have a little fun.” You say.
"Alright, alright, I trust you," he says, still grinning as he pulls up to the party venue. "We’re here."
As you guys walk into the party, you can feel the energy and excitement in the air. The music is loud, and people are dancing and mingling all around. You guys go to say hi to Matt’s brothers Nick and Chris.
After a while you see some of your friends. “I’m gonna go say hi to my friends.” You tell Matt.
"Sure, go ahead. I'll catch up with you later." He says as he watches you walk away, his gaze following you until you disappear into the crowd.
You approach your friends and greet them. Then you all decide to get drinks and dance.
While you're busy having fun, Matt is talking with his brothers and some of their old friends catching up. He occasionally glances over at you, letting out a small chuckle as he sees you dancing and having fun.
As the night goes by you keep ordering more and more drinks, getting yourself drunk.
Matt notices you stumbling around and laughing loudly, and his expression turns from amusement to concern. He excuses himself from his conversation and starts making his way towards you. "I think that's enough drinks for you." he says, as he approaches you.
“Maaatt! Hiii I've missed youuu.” You say slurring your words as you hug him.
He chuckles and hugs you back, holding you steady as you sway slightly. "I've missed you too," he says, his voice low and gentle. "I think you've had a few too many drinks," He says with a chuckle, trying to keep you steady on your feet. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
“Whaaat? Whyyy? I'm having fun.” You whine.
He sighs and wraps his arm around your waist, guiding you towards the exit. "You're slurring your words, stumbling around, and you're not making any sense," he says firmly but gently.
“Noooo I want to stayyy.” You pout.
He gently but firmly continues guiding you towards the exit, his grip steady on your waist. "I know you're having fun, but it's getting late and you're too drunk to handle yourself."
“You’re so boringgg.” You slur out.
He laughs softly and unlocks his car door for you. "I'm not boring, I'm just responsible," he says, helping you into the passenger seat.
“Yeah yeah, same thing.” You say.
He gets in the driver's side and starts the car, keeping a watchful eye on you as he drives. "You know, you're going to regret this hangover in the morning," he says with a smirk, but his tone is soft with concern.
“I had sooo much funnn” you start laughing.
He chuckles and gives you a knowing look. "I can tell," he says.
He pulls into your driveway and turns off the engine, turning to face you with a gentle smile. "We're here," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Time to get you inside and into bed."
“Noooo I don’t wanna go to bed.” You whine.
He laughs softly and shakes his head. "Come on, you'll thank me when you're not suffering with a hangover tomorrow," he says as he carefully gets out of the car and walks around to your side, opening your door and offering his hand to help you out.
He sighs and helps you out of the car anyway, wrapping his arm around your waist to support you as you stumble a bit on the driveway. "Let's get you inside and settled, okay?" he says, leading you towards your front door with a gentle but firm grip.
“Fineeee” you slur out as you roll your eyes.
He chuckles and shakes his head, helping you up the steps and to the front door. "You're going to be a lot of fun to deal with in the morning," he says with a teasing tone, digging out your keys from your purse and unlocking the door. He opens the door and ushers you inside, switching on the light and helping you stumble into the living room. "Sit down," he says, guiding you onto the couch. "I'll get you some water."
He disappears into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water. "Drink up," he says, waiting for you to take a few sips before setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of you. He then plops down beside you on the couch, watching you with a mixture of amusement and concern.
“Thank youu” you say as you lean back.
He smiles and leans back with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. "No problem," he says.
You start laughing a little bit remembering things that happened at the party. “I had so much fun tonight, best party ever.” You say, still slurring your words.
He chuckles and pulls you closer, his arm tightening around your shoulders. "Glad you had a good time," he says, his voice low and gentle.
You turn to look at him and realize how close your faces are.
He grins then, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the room. "Yeah, it was a good party," he says, his voice dropping even lower, almost to a whisper. His eyes flick down to your lips before darting back up to your eyes. He swallows thickly and the room suddenly becomes much quieter and more intimate.
You don’t know if it's the alcohol taking over your mind but you want to kiss him really bad. You know it isn’t right because you’re drunk and you guys are best friends, but you can’t stop thinking about it. ‘Fuck it’ your mind says, you lean in and kiss him.
His eyes widen in surprise for a split second, but he doesn't pull back, instead, his lips move against yours, soft and gentle at first, but then deepening into a more passionate kiss. His arm around your shoulders tightens, pulling you closer to him as he angles his head to fit your lips together perfectly.
You keep kissing him, your mouth opening just a nudge letting his tongue in. He responds eagerly to the invitation, his tongue slipping into your mouth tasting the alcohol in your system and tangling with yours in a sinfully good way.
As you get more into the kiss you start to kiss more sloppily and drunkenly. You’re body now controlled by the alcohol and lust moves to sit on his lap straddling him.
He groans into the kiss as you shift to straddle him, his hands immediately moving to grip your hips to steady you. The feel of your heat pressing against him, even through the layers of clothing, sends a jolt of desire straight to his groin. He breaks the kiss long enough to breathe. "God, you're killing me," he mutters, his voice low and husky, his eyes burning with intensity. "Fuck, we shouldn't be doing this," he says, his voice rough with need, even as his hands continue to hold you tight against him.
“Why?” You ask.
Matt's eyes search yours, a mix of conflict and longing evident in their dark depths. "Because this isn't right, not like this," he says, his breath coming in short gasps as he fights to maintain control. "You're drunk off your ass, and I shouldn't take advantage of that." He hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching yours before he admits, "And we're best friends, and this could change everything between us." His grip on you tightens as if he's trying to hold onto the friendship despite the heat building between you two.
“But I want to.” You say kissing him again and ignoring his words.
He groans into the kiss, his resolve crumbling under your persistence and the intoxicating effect of your body pressed so intimately against his. "Fuck, you're making this hard," he pulls back. “We can’t do this.”
“Please.” You whine as you start to kiss his neck.
His hands grip your hips, his breath hitching as you trail kisses along his neck. "Fuck," he swears, his grip tightening as he resists the temptation you present. "You're killing me, Y/n."
“Please Matt, I- I want you to be my first.” You whisper.
His whole body stiffens at your words, his hands gripping you harder for a moment before releasing you, he looks at you with eyes full of surprise and a mix of emotions. "Shit, y/n," he mutters. His hands move to cup your face, making you look at him.
“Please Matt, take my virginity away. I'm ready.” You look at him with doe eyes filled with lust and a little red from the alcohol.
"No, y/n, you're drunk and I don't want to take advantage of that," he says, his voice strained. He looks at you with a mix of desire and guilt, his hands still cupping your face gently. "We've been friends for so long, and this could change everything.
“You’re the person I trust the most, I want it to be you.”
"God, y/n, you're killing me. I want this, I want you so bad, but I can't just take your virginity while you're in this state," he says, his voice rough with need. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself.
You ignore his words and start kissing him again.
He hesitates for a moment, then relents, his hands moving from your face to your hips as he deepens the kiss. But after a few moments, he pulls back again, trying to break the kiss. "Y/n, we can't do this."
“mmh please Matt” you whimper and kiss him again.
He groans, his resolve weakening as he feels you pressing against him. "Y/n, no," he says, but his voice is weaker this time, and it's clear that he's struggling to resist.
You continue kissing him but this time your hips start to grind against him. “Mmh” you moan.
He hisses through clenched teeth, his hips bucking up to meet your grinding motions. "Fuck, y/n, stop," he growls, but his words lack conviction. His hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him as he rocks his own hips up in response to yours.
“Mmh Matt feels so good” you whimper against his lips.
He lets out a tortured groan, his body trembling with restraint as he tries to hold back. "Y/n, please...I don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.
“Matt I need you” you let out as you keep kissing and grinding him. Your hands move to remove your top, revealing your lace black bra.
His eyes widen at the sight of your bra, and he swears under his breath as he tries to fight his growing arousal. "Y/n, we can't," he repeats, his voice hoarse with desire.
You start kissing his neck again.
He groans, tilting his head to give you better access to his neck as his hands move up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. "Fuck... You're killing me,"
You grab his hands and lead them to your back where the clip for your bra is.
“Stop this," he says firmly, though there's a strained edge to his voice. His hands remain frozen on your back, the clip of your bra still untouched. "Y/n, no. We can't. You're too drunk, I won't take your virginity like this." He pushes his hands away from the clasp of her bra, his own breathing heavy and ragged as he struggles to maintain his composure. “This has already gone too far.”
"No buts, y/n. We can't do this right now. It's not right." He says firmly, still holding onto his composure even as his body is begging for release from the arousal coursing through him. "I care about you too much to take advantage of you in this state.” He takes a deep breath and stands up, pulling away from you completely.
"Y/n, let's... let's get you to bed," he says, his voice calm but strained. He offers you a hand to help you up, his eyes never leaving yours as if gauging your reaction.
You don't say anything, just take his hand and follow him to your room.
He watches out for you as you move to your room, ensuring you don't stumble and hurt yourself in your inebriated state. Once inside, he guides you to the bed, sitting you down gently on the edge.
He gives you a big t -shirt big enough to cover up your knees. So you put it on and take your skirt off and sit on the bed again. He kneels down in front of you, pulling off your heels and placing them beside the bed.
"There, that's better, right?" He says, looking up at you with concern etched into his features. He really cares about you, more than he wants to admit. He gently pushes you back onto the bed, helping you lay down, making sure you're covered up before he stands back up.
“Good night” you slur out and quickly doze off.
He watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he sees the exhaustion and alcohol finally catch up to you. He nods to himself, satisfied that you're safe and comfortable, before turning to leave the room. He quietly closes your bedroom door behind him, the soft click echoing in the silence of the house. Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm the storm of emotions and desire that still rages within him. He knows he did the right thing, protecting you from a mistake you wouldn't remember.
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Part 2 tomorrow!!
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Kinktober Day 20: Threesome
Summary: You're good with kids, there is no doubt. Heck, you're a kindergarten teacher, you love little ones. Your boyfriends on the other hand, just love how great you are with kids. Maybe it's time to give you one of your own. Warnings: P in V sex, threesome, breeding kink, cum, reader had a vagina, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @cassandrascottt
You stood at the front of the classroom, laughter mingling with the excited chatter of the students. The vibrant walls were filled with painted art projects, and the scent of crayons and fresh paper lingered in the air. Today’s lesson was all about storytelling, and you had encouraged the kids to use their imaginations, their faces lighting up with every new idea. From being a superhero, a princess, or a dragon, your student’s ideas never failed to excite you.
As the bell rang, the students began to gather their things, and you smiled, waving them off. “Remember, tomorrow is our storytelling contest! Bring your best tales but make sure they are written in your scrapbook!” The children cheered and scrambled out, their giggles echoing in the hall. The day had ended and while a satisfying one, you couldn’t wait to get back home and snuggle up to some warm food with your boyfriends. Yes, Wade Wilson and Logan were an odd pair by themselves but adding you into the mix seemed to make it all the sweeter (or hornier if you asked Wade).
Outside, you spotted Wade and Logan leaning against the school’s brick wall. Wade, in a red graphic tee and a pair of black jeans, was animatedly gesturing as he spoke, while Logan, in his classic flannel and jblue eans, looked not as amused, arms crossed over his chest. Your heart swelled, it was moments like this—seeing the two of them together—that reminded you of how unique their relationship was.
“Hey, beautiful!” Wade called out, his voice playful. “How many lives did you ruin today with your educational superpowers?”
Laughing with an eye roll, you replied while approaching the duo. “Just a few. No one will need intensive therapy after my storytelling lesson!”
Logan pushed off the wall, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re doing just fine. Kids need someone who gets them.” He stepped closer, his presence grounding and warm.
As you walked to the car, Wade pretended to swoon dramatically. “Oh, I’m hot for teacher! So captivating! Did you see how the kids hung on your every word? I was this close to signing up for kindergarten myself!” He pinched his fingers dramatically, as if to show just how close he was to sitting in on your class. It would certaintly be interesting.
Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’d probably scare them off with your face, bub”
A slow blush creeped up your cheeks as Logan opened the car door for you. “You both are ridiculous,” you tried to sound agitated, putting on your best teacher voice, but a shy smile betrayed your amuesment. “But it’s sweet. I’m glad you think I’m good with the kids.”
That caught their attention. They had certaintly talked about it before but now hearing the idea aloud, how good you were with kids thta weren’t even your own, now that sparked an idea. With a quick glance to each other, no words were needed to form the plan that was about to commence. Allowing the thoughts to stew on the ride home, you had no idea of their plan when you entered your shared apartment. Of course, it was messy but the boys had allowed you to decorate it; making it seem less like a college frat dorm room and more like a home. And if their plan came to fruition, it certainy would be a home indeed.
Suddenly, Logan grabbed yours wrists and pinned you down against the nearest wall. His smoldering gaze glowered down at you as his face leaned down to whisper in huskily in your ear.
“What do you think about having some kits of your own?”
“What?”
Coming to your side, Wade joined his partner in looking down at you. Using his hand to reach around and cup your chin, he brought your shocked gaze to look up at him.
“Dollface, I think peanut here is asking to breed you. And I am certainly not opposed to the idea. I mean I am sure a hundred Tumblr fics have been written about it already—”
A dark chuckle erupted from Logans throat at Wade’s words, for once he wasn’t annoyed at the merc’s mouth. As he stood up and let his grip go, both men now stared down at you. After some stumbling and a few apologies to about tripping over variois objects, all three parties ended up in the master bedroom with clothes on the floor. You, laid on the bed and the boy’s eyes darkened with hunger at the sight of your bare form, a silent understanding among them of what was about to happen.
Wade leaned down and took one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue teasing the aroused bud. Dragging his hands across your torso, he slowly marked your skin with his hands. Logan, instead dipped down and spread your thighs, enjoying the way they felt in his calloused hands. With a whimper, you couldn’t help but arch your back into his touch as he dragged his nose across your slit. The heat from his breath left you soaked with desire, cunt clenching around nothing as you imagined all the things that were about to happen.
Hoisting your legs up on his shoulders, Logan massaged the tip of his cock against you hole. Not allowed a moment of reprieve, sheathing his heady member into your cunt with one stroke, Wade then bit the corner of your collarbone to distract you from Logan’s actions. He stretched your needy hole, both of your moaning both at the sight and feeling, the delicious yet somewhat burning friction that both of you so desperately craved. You gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each strong stroke. The velvet of your walls squeezing Logan so tight that with every exit and entry of his member into your cunt, the ribs of his cock rubbed against you in a painfully delicious way. Wade took initative and slowly started to leave hot wet kisses and nips across the valley of your neck, only pausing to whisper filthy things in your ear as Logan carried out a relentless pace.
“He’s gonna fuck you so good baby. Think about how good you’ll look, so big and glowing with our baby inside you. You’re gonna be such a good momma. Want us to make you a momma dollface?"
Gosh, he was so hot like this. You hung onto everyword, every image you presented you with. It was addicting, the feeling of Logan inside you, the softness of Wade’s lips worshiping your body as he debauched words continued to send wave after wave of arousal shooting straight down to your already weeping pussy. And you knew it may never happen, you were still on the pill and by all means Wade was infertile with Logan’s ability to breed in question since he was older.
But by any means, you could certaintly get used to this.
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Your Villain [Viktor x GN!Reader]
Preview: It’s a few hours and a doctor’s visit later that you’re settled into your bathtub, back pressed against Viktor’s chest and hands stretched out in front of you to examine them in all their bandaged glory. Nothing vital had been injured, thankfully, a bit of rest and some medicine and you’d be good as new. “This is ridiculous.” you complain in a huff, pushing some wet strands of hair out of your face. “I was supposed to be taking care of you.” His arms tighten around your middle in response, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “I am overworked. You had a panic attack and accidentally sliced your hands open. Which one of those sounds like it should be higher up on our list of priorities, hm?”
Genre: hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: blood, injuries, panic attack (reader accidentally hurts themselves during an attack), talk about neglectful/abusive parents & human trafficking, mildly suggestive (Viktor is a menace)
This is part of a series of stand alone One-Shots that all feature the same reader, you can find the masterlist here :3
A/N: Just in case I haven’t made that clear enough in all my fics, I love Jayce. Jayce haters have no space on my blog, bye 👋
“So what did you think?”
Jayce beams at you from up on the stage in the otherwise empty auditorium, you his only audience. You’d literally run into him on your way to deliver the boys’ food and without waiting for your approval, he’d immediately dragged you off to have someone to practice his presentation for some potential investors with. Most of the technical terms are lost on you of course, but the golden boy manages to make it all engaging and thrilling nonetheless, as you knew he would. There’s just one tiny little thing.
“It’s great. Except you look like you’re about to fall off the stage and start snoring any second.” His smile falters and it only serves to accentuate the dark circles under his eyes, his disheveled clothes and messy hair. If that’s the state he’s in, the one out of the two Hextech geniuses just a tiny smidge better at taking care of himself, you don’t even want to think about the other one. Unfortunately, it is kind of your job to think about the other one. “When did Mel say she was bringing over those potential new investors?”
“Soon.” he answers as he hops of the stage to join you. “Soon as in a few weeks, or a few days, or…?” The way he flinches makes you dread the worst. “Soon as in I think they might already be in her office.” Shaking your head in fond exasperation, you quickly gather your things and head back towards the lab with him. “Cutting it a bit close this time, aren’t we?” He groans as he walks alongside you down the hall. “There’s just been a lot happening at once recently, alright? Besides, they’re only coming by to talk to Mel today, the actual presentation from our side isn’t for a few days.”
He holds the door to the lab open for you and you quickly thank him as you duck inside, immediately zeroing in on the man sat at one of the desks, furiously scribbling into one of his notebooks. Greeting him happily, he replies with, “Ah, you’re back. Hand me those notes you took with you.” Jayce digs through his pile of papers for said notes and leaves them on the desk before coming to stand beside you. “Does he— Has it resgistered with him that I’m here…?” You’re trying your damn hardest not laugh as you pass a sandwich from your bag to the tall brunette; he shrugs while unpacking it. “Eh, maybe. 50/50 chance.” He takes a quick bite and then calls out to his partner again. “Hey V, your lover’s here.”
“That’s great, Jayce.” Deadpan, monotone. So Jayce ups the ante. “Yeah, we thought we’d maybe go on a date later? Or better yet, we skip that and just do it on a desk right here, you don’t mind, right?” A dismissive wave of a slender hand. “Yes, yes, whatever you want.” And you’re laughing while Jayce fondly shakes his head and continues to eat. Grabbing a thermos, you also snatch one of the stools scattered across the room and drag it over to where Viktor’s sitting. You sit down beside him, unscrew the bottle and pour some of the steaming contents into the empty mug still in front of him, then settle down sideways on the desk, arm tucked under your head for comfort as you watch him.
5 seconds. 4. 3. 2. 1. And there he is; blinking as the smell hits him and draws him out of his own little world. Works every time. You snort as he reaches for the mug. “At least now I know where I stand - and it’s below the sweetmilk. Disappointing, not surprising.” He startles, not really expecting anyone else in the lab, much less so close to him, eyes locking onto you and his gaze immediately grows soft. Mumbling apologies, his hand finds the back of your neck, practiced fingers drawing familiar patterns into the skin as he presses a quick kiss to your temple. Placated for now, you get back up on your feet and hug him from behind, arms around his shoulders and lips next to his ear. “How is the most handsome man in Piltover today?”
“Bone tired. But you knew that already, I guess. Pretty good, considering the stress, but it’s all gonna be worth it when—“ he cuts himself off when he finds two sets of judgemental eyes with raised brows on him, matching expressions conveying clear amusement. “And you were talking to Viktor.” Snickering, you answer, “Yes, Jayce, I was talking to the man I’ve been dating for months. I can see how you got confused though, considering our earlier bit. And I’m glad to hear you’re doing well, all things considered, but maybe some rest isn’t the worst idea? Get your mind working properly again?” And because the poor man doesn’t feel bad enough yet, Viktor brings a hand to his heart, clutching at his chest in mock offense and chimes in with, “Oh don’t be too hard on him, we can’t blame him; it’s only natural he’d assume you’re talking to him. Who would ever look at me when Piltover’s very own golden boy is in the room?”
Jayce opens and closes his mouth, failing miserably at trying to come up with a retort; both of you grinning at him like cats playing with their favorite toy, so he simply throws up his hands in surrender and settles on: “Oh, you both suck. You deserve each other.” Still laughing, you plant a quick kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek and then walk back over to the table where you left your bag, intending to grab his lunch. Not that you get very far, as the very familiar handle of a cane loops around your waist and drags you backwards in stumbling steps and before you know it you land in Viktor’s lap with an ‘Ooff!’
“And where do you think you’re going?” he complains, trapping you with him, arms tightly wound around your middle. “To get your food so you actually have the energy to go home with me?” You can feel the protest coming before he even opens his mouth and you’re absolutely not having it right now, not with the way he currently looks. “Darling, your eyebags have eyebags, you’re already about halfway out of your clothes and quite frankly, you reek. So you’re coming home with me, you’re gonna take a bath and then a nap and you’re not gonna argue about it. I just saw the presentation on your current project; it’s perfectly fine, your work is done and you have no reason to stay cooped up in here any longer today.” Tired, amber eyes blink at you owlishly several times before he cocks his head to the side and a sultry smile tugs at his lips and you curse yourself for not just slapping your hand over his mouth when you’d had the chance. “And when do we get to the part where I get to have you for dessert?” An eye roll at his boldness. “Maybe we can talk about it after your nap. Maybe.” His nose wrinkles in disapproval and he buries his face in the crook of your neck before you can stop him, warm breath fanning across your neck, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake when he speaks again. “Eh, I do not like that order.” You just barely manage to tangle your fingers into his hair and forcefully tug his head back before he manages to sink his teeth into the column of your throat. “Viktor…” you warn, only halfheartedly. He’s even worse of a menace than usual when he’s sleep deprived and you know that. You should know that. And yet you still make the mistake of looking at him.
With the first few buttons of his shirt undone, vest and tie discarded long before you even came into the picture, strands of his chestnut hair sticking up in every direction, partly courtesy of your fingers still keeping his head in place, and pupils blown so wide there’s only a thin ring of gold left, he damn well looks like you’ve already done something indecent. The ‘What…?’ he whispers is perfectly innocent, while the smile on his pretty lips is perfectly sinful. Your lover turns your brain to mush more often than you’d like and he likes to do it at the most inopportune of times. Unintentional, of course, he’d assured you. Right.
“Oh for the love of— I’m still here!” It’s your saving grace, the reboot your brain had sorely needed. “There are times when I liked it better when you two weren’t dating, do you know that?” You get your feet back on the floor and yourself off Viktor’s lap as you teasingly shoot back with, “And do you know that you get mean when you’re sleep deprived? You had a good hand in getting us together, you know, you’re only reaping what you sowed.”
Jayce flips you off with an equally teasing, gap-toothed grin, and of course that’s the exact moment the heavy doors open and Mel walks in. The three of you scramble to look at least somewhat professional in the young councilor’s presence, which includes Jayce immediately shoving his hands behind his back and you putting a good distance between you and Viktor by meandering back over to the table with your things, luckily positioned in a back corner of the lab mostly hidden by machinery, so you simply try to make yourself as invisible as possible; her visit always means business and that really has nothing to do with you, so you try to stay out of it to the best of your abilities.
“Councilor! I didn’t expect you today, what can we do for you?” She trails an elegant hand along one of the desks as she answers Jayce. “Oh nothing much. Your next potential investors were wondering if they could maybe sneak a peak at what they might be investing in.” The two scientists exchange quick glances. “With all due respect, our presentation wasn’t supposed to be until later this week. And to be honest we’re in no shape—“ She interrupts him with a call of his name, soft and amused and the air in the room becomes lighter, less professional. “Their little one asked to see the lab, that’s all. She was quite excited about the entire prospect of you two making actual magic happen here.” Viktor’s shoulders slump in relief as Jayce laughs lightly. “O-oh that’s… yeah, sure, why not.” Mel nods in thanks and then returns to the door, inviting the people waiting inside.
What happens next is mostly political pleasantries and introductions being exchanged, so you don’t really pay much attention, except… you know these voices. At least, you’re fairly certain you do, even if your mind can’t place them in this very moment. Trying to inconspicuously steal a glance at the visitors, you peek around a corner of machinery. You can’t see much, with their backs turned to you; two human adults with graying hair, in fine clothes, adorned with gold and jewels, and a little bouncing ball of energy hopping around them, trying to take in everything in the lab all at once.
“Mama, Papa, look! What’s that? And what do you use this for? Oh, why do you have that thing?”
A soft chuckle.
“My, your mind is as insatiable as always isn’t it, dear?”
And the glass bottle in your hands slips from your fingers and shatters into a thousand little pieces on the floor.
Mama, Papa, look! I’ve never seen any food like that! What do you think it tastes like? Can we get this back home, too?
My, your mind is as insatiable as always isn’t it, dear?
The blood’s roaring in your ears, ‘Oh that’s just a friend who brought over some food, nothing to worry about’ the last thing you hear from Jayce before the rest of the world gets drowned out. You’re on your knees, gathering glass shards in mechanical movements as your heart rate picks up enough for it to be considered worrisome. No matter how hard and deep you gulp down air, it can’t seem to fill your lungs and your breaths turn sharp, shallow, gasping.
Meanwhile Viktor is drumming his fingers against the wood of the desk in irritation and anxiety and the very instant these people are out the door, he’s up and walking across the room. Something’s wrong with you; he can’t explain it, but he’s absolutely certain nonetheless. As he rounds the corner of the lab equipment you’re hiding behind, his stomach drops and the breath almost gets knocked out of him.
Blood. All over the floor, smeared over your thighs and dripping from your trembling hands, glass shards clutched between your fingers. He shouts for Jayce to get the first aid kit immediately and then he’s down on the ground with you, desperately pleading with you to open your hands and let go. But it’s like you can’t even see him, much less hear him; breaths barely a shivering wheeze and glassy, unfocused eyes staring off into nothing. If he forces your palms open he’s only going to hurt you and himself, so he brings his hand to the back of your neck instead, gently coaxing you to him and leaning his forehead against yours; whispering quiet reassurances to you, hoping to pull you back from whatever dark place you slipped into.
“It’s okay, miláčku, you’re okay.”
“I’m with you, you’re not alone.”
“Breathe, please just breathe for me, my love.”
It takes several long, agonizing minutes, but your breathing slowly returns to normal and you finally unclench your hands, glass still sticking to your tender, bloody skin. Blinking, your eyes swim back into focus and you can’t remember how exactly you ended up on the floor, or why you feel so exhausted and light headed. Or why Viktor’s kneeling on the ground in front of you, looking like he just witnessed his very own personal hell play out in front of him; Jayce standing a few feet behind him with the first aid kit in his hands, equally concerned and horrified.
“V-Vik…?” you whimper and that’s when the pain finally hits and your gaze falls to the bloody, disgusting mess that is your hands and the sobs and tears start before the situation fully registers.
The both of them get you up and sitting on the nearest desk, Viktor next to you with an arm around your shoulders and your head nestled in the crook of his neck, tears staining his shirt as he shushes you gently. Jayce gets to work on your hands in the meantime, picking out glass shards from your skin with a pair of tweezers as carefully as possible. By the time he’s applying disinfectant to your wounds and starts slowly wrapping them in gauze, the lab’s silent except for your quiet hiccups. Gingerly, apologetically, Viktor makes you sit up so he can get a look at your face and while he doesn’t necessarily like what he finds, eyes red and puffy and glassy, still with the same empty faraway look from earlier, he deems it safe enough to question you. “Darling, can you tell me what happened…?” You open your mouth, you want to answer, but try as you might, nothing comes out. So he helps you along. “Did you know the people who were here?” A nod.
Jayce knows about the… unique circumstances you’d had to endure when you first came to Piltover. Not in as much detail as Viktor, he assumes anyways, but he’s your friend and you’d confided in him about it long ago. And with his partner’s usually sharp mind clouded with worry, he’s the one that connects the dots first. Not that it makes getting the question out any easier, so when he speaks it’s slow and hesitant. “Were they… were they some of the people that… bought you when you were a kid…?” To his surprise, or maybe relief, he’s not sure, you shake your head no. Short lived relief as your answer makes his blood turn to ice. “They’re the people that sold me in the first place…”
“Those were… those were your parents…?” Jayce asks carefully as he finishes wrapping up your hands and you don’t actually answer his question, only mumble to yourself under your breath, and what he manages to hear breaks the inventor’s heart. “They have a kid… they have a kid…”
In direct opposition to his partner, Viktor’s blood is boiling. If you weren’t entirely reliant on him to keep you upright at the moment, he would be out of the lab and after your birth parents already. And it’s not hard to tell what he’s thinking, with the sharp, deadly glare directed at the door, so Jayce calls his name. No reaction. Again. Same result. Third time’s the charm, this time a bit louder, with more force behind it, and the Zaunite’s narrowed golden eyes flit from the doors to his fellow scientist. He’s gotten up from the stool he’d been on to treat your wounds, now packing up the medical supplies and subtly inclines his head towards you. “Someone should get them to a doctor. And then home. And stay with them.”
The raging fire in Viktor dies down to flickering embers as he takes in your trembling, hunched over form, little whimpers still leaving your lips every once and again. “Of course…” he replies and he could kick himself. Of course. You’re in pain, you’re suffering and you need him right now. Whatever he might think of your birth parents, however much he’d like to throw some choice words on your behalf at them, your wellbeing comes first. So he ushers you to your feet, arms linked and starts steering you towards the exit. Jayce’s ‘Keep me in the loop, okay?’ receives a decisive nod right before the doors close behind you both.
It’s a few hours and a doctor’s visit later that you’re settled into your bathtub, back pressed against Viktor’s chest and hands stretched out in front of you to examine them in all their bandaged glory. Nothing vital had been injured, thankfully, a bit of rest and some medicine and you’d be good as new. “This is ridiculous.” you complain in a huff, pushing some wet strands of hair out of your face. “I was supposed to be taking care of you.” His arms tighten around your middle in response, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “I am overworked. You had a panic attack and accidentally sliced your hands open. Which one of those sounds like it should be higher up on our list of priorities, hm?” Unconvinced, you grumble further objections under your breath and poke at one of the dwindling bubbles in the steaming water, careful not to get your hands wet, lest you need to re-wrap them again this evening. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that… I’m not usually—“
“Stop.” He silences you with a kiss to your jawline. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m just sorry you had to go through that in the first place.” With a defeated sigh, you scoot down further into the tub, nestling into his embrace and nosing at the slope of his neck. Silence falls between you for a while, except for the soft music from your phonograph over in the other room. You haven’t talked about anything that has happened and he hasn’t pried, hasn’t pushed and you know he won’t. Just like you know that you probably should talk about what’s weighing down on you so heavily. “Their kid. She seemed… happy. Well taken care of.” Ah, right, that’s why you’d refused to talk. You’re already crying again, swallowing around the growing lump in your throat. “Which means they can be good parents. Nurturing. Kind. They just couldn’t be that for me.” A sobbing hiccup is a precursor of what’s to come. “Why— Why couldn’t they just be that for me?!” You curl in on yourself, tucked against his chest, dissolving into a whimpering, crying mess. He stays mostly silent through it, only comforting little nothings between soft kisses against your skin. He waits for you to calm down, quiet sniffles the only thing left of your outburst, before he speaks. “It is not your fault, my light. They’re the fools who never gave you the love and care you deserved and in turn gave up the chance to see the wonderful person you would become.”
The grief and pain in your chest slowly turns into something else entirely; bitter and ugly and hateful.
“I want them to see. I want them to see what I accomplished, the person I turned into, without their help. In spite of what they did to me. I want them to look at me and recognize that they messed up; groveling and begging for forgiveness that I won’t grant.” And a part of you does want that, more than anything. Wants to see them humiliated and crying and broken, just like they left you once, long ago. But that’s just one part of you. Another one thinks of the little, bubbly, starry eyed girl you’d seen sprinting about the lab; happy and joyful to be experiencing, sharing, something new and exciting with her beloved parents. A heavy sigh leaves you as realization which part of you will win out in the end hits. “But it wouldn’t change anything. The only thing it would accomplish is ruin the image an innocent girl has of her parents. It would change things for her, not for me or for them. I’d be destroying the foundation parents are supposed to be for their children and it would make me just like them.”
“You’re a stronger person than I ever could be. If not for you and Jayce, I would’ve gone after them today. Given them a piece of my mind.” A kiss to his pulse point. “It’s the thought that counts. Besides, there was a time when I would’ve needed them in my life. Not anymore. I had a parent; a dad who raised me and supported me and gave me all the love and care I ever needed. And while he might not be around anymore, I still have people who love me. That’s more than enough.”
What you’re about to say next doesn’t come as easily to you; it’s inappropriate and you hate the fact that you even consider asking, but not mentioning it at all doesn’t sit right with you either. “Viktor, I… I don’t wanna ask this of you, I shouldn’t be. It’s presumptuous and selfish and my personal life shouldn’t be interfering with your work, but… please, just…” You can’t bring yourself to actually finish that sentence, not that you really have to, you both know what you’re implying. He doesn’t immediately reply, you don’t expect him to and you definitely don’t expect him to agree. What you’re asking is audacious at best, downright offensive at worst and you wouldn’t blame him if he got upset with you over it. What happens instead leaves you utterly baffled, because he carefully takes hold of one of your hands and presses a light kiss to the bandaged knuckles and says, “I still remember the last time I saw you when we were kids, you know.”
“You came bounding down to the riverbed, almost tripping over your own feet, yelling my name and waving your hands. Telling me all about how your parents were gonna take you to Piltover for the first time the next day. How you were gonna try every food you’d be able to get your hands on. How you were gonna bring me back a new toolbox. Gods, you were so excited, you were glowing.” A fond, soft chuckle. “I want a future where every child in Zaun can look and feel like that all the time. That’s the kind of future I want to create with Hextech. People like your parents, who will sell their own flesh and blood, who will sell Zaun’s future, for their own gain? They will not be a part of that. Not as long as I have a say in anything Hextech. So please don’t worry.”
Water splashes over the edges of the tub as you shift, straddling him and cupping his face. With glassy eyes and shaky breaths, you bring your forehead to his and whisper your thanks. He gently takes a hold of your forearms as he speaks. “Not for this. Not for anything that has transpired today.” Shaking your head slightly in disagreement, you grab one of his wrists and leave a kiss on his palm. “Yes, for this. For everything you did today. I’d never take that for granted, I’d never take you for granted, but I feel like I don’t actually tell you enough. How glad I am that I have you. How happy it makes me that you decided I’m the person you’d like to share your life with. How fortunate I consider myself to be with someone I can always rely on, no matter what.” His eyes seem to glow in the candlelight, warm honey taking you in with pride and affection as he moves his arms to wrap around you in a loose hug. “I hope you know that feeling’s mutual.” Humming in acknowledgment, you manage to ignore the part of you that disagrees with him. That little, nasty voice in the back of your head is always there, but it’s been getting quieter in recent months, easier to handle. So instead of questioning yourself and wether you truly are a support for him as much as he is for you, you kiss the mole under his eye, run your nose along his sharp cheekbone, press another kiss to the mole right above his mouth and then your lips finally find his, sweet and chaste. “Yeah, I know…” you mumble and kissing becomes virtually impossible with how much he’s smiling so you pull back with an overly dramatic huff to pout.
“So, considering the day did not at all go as planned and your precious order of things got… eh, kicked right out the window: Have you changed your mind on dessert yet?” Truly, it takes you a few very long seconds. It’s the suggestive raise of a thick brow that finally makes all the pieces click into place and the flush of your skin can’t be attributed to the hot water alone anymore as you try to dunk him for that. When that doesn’t work, you settle for splashing him instead, wet bandages and bathroom floor be damned, and try as you might to seem offended, you’re smiling and laughing right along with him. “Oh so that was your intention all along? You’re a fiend; a vile, treacherous fiend, Viktor.” He manages to get a careful hold of your flailing hands, before you hurt yourself further, with one of his own, using the other to push wet hair back and out of his face, some droplets still clinging to his long lashes as he grins up at you. “You wound me, my love, I would never. My only intention with this was to make you laugh. Is that truly such a vile and treacherous deed?”
You’re left gawking at him in awe, because even after all this time, you still can’t fully comprehend how well he knows you. “Well…?” A slender finger pokes your cheek. “Am I still the villain?” Of course he’s not. He never could be. Not in your story, anyways. But you and your wounded pride aren’t quite willing to admit that yet. So you turn your gaze away, cause you can’t possibly stay even fake mad at him if you have to look at his stupid face with that crooked grin you adore so much, before you answer. “Yes, yes you are. A devious, troublesome, terribly handsome—“ Your face scrunches up in annoyance; at yourself and your brain’s inability to function properly around this man and the bastard actually has the audacity to laugh at you while he hugs you closer and tucks his head under your chin so you can’t get another opportunity to soak him yet again. You loop your arms around his shoulders and bury your hands in his hair and fiddle with the wet strands instead.
“Eh, well, at least I’m your villain. For as long as you’ll have me.”
Your hold on him tightens, the grip on his hair almost painful, your answer immediate and certain. “Always. I… I’ll always want you. Villain or not.” A tad much maybe, a little silly, you’re only joking around after all, but you can’t help it. You have the love of your life right here in your arms, of this you’re certain, and as long as he still wants you in return, you don’t plan on letting him go. And you’d take any chance to tell him as much.
He doesn’t seem to see it as too much or silly, though. Not with the way he presses a lingering kiss to your chest, right where he can feel your fluttering heartbeat under your wet skin and hums in contemplation and gratitude. “The rest of the world can have me as their villain, as long I get to have you in return.” Carding your fingers through his hair softly, he receives a small chuckle as his answer. “Silly. You already have me.” You use the fingers already tangled in his chestnut locks to tip his head back and get his eyes on you, beautiful amber like a warm, familiar fire. “I’m yours, now and always. And nothing is ever going to change that.”
“Nothing…” he echoes, gaze already on your lips. The kiss is passionate, loving and oh so tender. A newfound promise between lovers, sealed to last an eternity.
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please i need a pedri fanfic where his gf gets horny in public and starts teasing him until he takes her somewhere private and fucks her
I love your stories theyre amazinggg
I am (was) on my period hence huge feelies so I added those to this because I am very tender on Pedri as it is. I also see him as a very dominant and caregiving person as well as lover so I hope you don't mind what I've made of your request and enjoy it <3
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Pairing: Bf!Pedri | Gf!You.
Warning(s): Smut with plot, unprotected p-in-v, d/s undertones (it's literally Pedri), m!dom, f!sub, Daddy kink, suggestive exhibitionism, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie, marking, Pedri calling you vida because I am very fond of that idea, caring Pedri, he's also intimidating bc he's Pedri.
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Pedri sighs as he arrests your impish wrist in his hand for the umpteenth time today and peels it off his thigh before carrying it back to your knee.
"Vida…" Usually, a stern look is enough for you to mend your ways and start behaving yourself, but today seems to be the day where you decide to grow immunity towards his warnings.
And it usually never comes down to this tone of his because it hardly ever means anything ideal for you.
But you just can't keep your hands to yourself today.
You whine under your breath when he resumes his conversation with Gavi; one of his best mates, again. When you are still not paid the attention that you so desperately crave, you sigh and glance around the table at everyone present.
It is a boring Saturday lunch that the two of you are having with some of your boyfriend's club mates and their girls. You are not to be taken the wrong way. These kinds of things are usually quite fun for you.
The keyword is usually.
Because the exception is days when your mind cannot think of anything other than your man's cock while your insides burn.
The past week was a busy one for Pedri and you are a good girlfriend so you patiently waited, thinking he was gonna give you what you needed most on the night of the big game when he wouldn't have anything left to worry about for a while after. But he was so exhausted when he got home last night that you postponed the fulfillment of your need for the next morning.
Except, you woke up to your love making breakfast and then informing you over it that the boys had invited you two for lunch. If that wasn't messy enough, he had had some errands to run before said lunch which further crushed any hopes of something quick as well.
And now, here you are.
Frustrated, on edge, excited beyond measure, moody, iffy and extremely noncompliant.
Then, on top of it all, the food is taking forever and the conversations are way too mundane for you; a horny girl who was busy needily ogling at her boyfriend.
It isn't your fault, really. He looks too fucking great to resist. You know a shave is probably coming and you love him either way but Pedri looks just so hot with the light stubble a few days of negligence has caused on his handsome face. Then his thick dark hair rests on his forehead in the most perfect way as his naturally stern eyes move along with his strong, manly hands each time he makes a gesture. And the way his lips move when he speaks… Your thighs clench at the memories of all the times they have been between them.
You break against your forced resolve once more when he hums along to whatever Ferran is saying and leans in your direction to pour you a glass of water to drink because you can not track your hydration to save your own life. The sheer dominance in the way he does not break his conservation even once but places the Tumblr in front of you causes a wave of burning hot love to wash over you and then you just can't take it anymore.
Where you had played with his fingers, snuggled into his arm, groped his thigh and then stroked his leg with your foot before, you think fuck all and 'drop' your napkin which just happens to fall between his feet.
"Woopsie" of course, Pedri knows you are up to no good when you bend down to 'fetch' it and place your hand on his knee for support. You take your time with 'finding' said napkin and your hand shamelessly trails to his dick in the meantime, hurriedly taking a fat, mighty squeeze before your claw can be pried off its prey.
Your boyfriend has realized by now to not expect anything innocent from you today because although you are the shy one between the two of you usually, your antics since the moment you took your seats have been of the naughty sort.
Today is a very unusual day indeed.
Pedri stills and stops mid sentence, his whole body stiffening as he realizes what is happening. Your party grows concerned over his sudden silence and his ears redden at the awareness of you not coming back up, instead choosing to remain 'searching' for your napkin while clinging your fingers to his now hard cock like your life depends on it.
"Oh" but of course, the young man is much stronger than you and so your hand is easily manhandled into his. "I see" he pretends as though you have said something to him before standing up and facing your lunch companions. "She needs my help navigating the place for a restroom, we will be right back" the way he cares for you like one would a child is nothing weird for your close friends and family anymore. Pedri helps you out with the smallest of things and the most basic of tasks and that is just the dynamic the two of you share.
However, there is nothing tender in the way he drags you behind him with a firm hold on your wrist. You whimper when you are taken to a deserted hallway and then pushed into some sort of a cctv-less maintenance room because unless Pedri wants whatever he is about to do to you playing on every other news channel by the evening's end, this would have to do for now.
"Tsk, tsk, vida" you gulp as you blink repeatedly to get your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. The door slowly clicks shut behind you and you feel your shoulders jump at the sound due to how quiet it is otherwise. You want to turn around and face your lover, perhaps inquire why he's done what he has done but you're both too intimidated and excited to do so.
Before you can decide what you want to do, his arms snake around your waist from behind to press your back into his chest as his lips brush against your ear. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" A shudder sets off in your bones as his hands begin to re-explore the bumps and crevices of your body.
You instantly relax in his embrace and crane your neck backwards to lean your head against his shoulder. "I- I dunno…" The two of you move in a sync and his lips find the crook of your neck. "W- What are you going to do with me…?" Though you intend for your words to be one of fear and panic, what ends up dripping from them is pure excitement.
Pedri groans before your body is pushed up against the many shelves that are mounted on the middle wall that you face. "I think a lesson in basic manners is a good place to start with" you try your best to feign consternation but the eager way in which you fold your arms over one of the shelves and spread your legs as your boyfriend raises the hem of your skirt from behind gives your intentions away.
"Oh, no!" Yet you push on; so frustrated and needy at this point that any touch from him is good touch for you.
Pedri clicks his tongue before squeezing your panty clad cheeks. "I spoil you too much, don't I, vida?" You let out a soft sound that you subconsciously make when thinking but your boyfriend cuts off your thought process with a loud slap that catches both your cheeks at once.
"Ow!" You found out just a few days into dating him that he was much stronger than you with how effortlessly he lifted heavy things and manhandled you when you got more comfortable around each other. So it always hurts like a bitch when he's in a reproachful mood.
"Already?" He taunts you mockingly and lands another mean spank on your buzzing cheeks. "But vida," your eyes flutter close and you have to slither in a heavy gasp when he drapes himself over you from behind, one hand tracing its way up your side to palm one of your boobs, "I haven't even started with you yet."
"Hnnng, please!" You push your ass backwards to try and turn him on. That is when you realize that he is rock hard already.
Well, that explains the edge in his usually calm and collected tone.
"Being a fussy little brat throughout breakfast" two slaps on each cheek. "Refusing to get out of the shower" you hadn't even realized that you had started 'bratting' out of your ire. You whine and bounce as he settles upon a rhythm. "Scrolling your silly little social media instead of getting ready for lunch" he suddenly yanks your panties off and despite the sting in your backside, you feel your needy hole clench before releasing a thick blob of pure hot arousal. "And then behaving like a perverted little maniac throughout–" the sound that the meeting of his unforgiving fingers with your nether lips -due to the gap that your squirming has caused between your thighs- creates is stunning enough to momentarily mum your boyfriend who is usually a composed know-it-all.
"Hm~!" The sound is tugged out from deep within your vocal cords. Your knees tremble when you feel Pedri's prying fingers worm their way between your crack before he spreads your privates out.
"Geez, vida" his breath is hot on your pucker and the snort he lets out when the sensation causes it to clench unconsciously makes blood rush to your face. "I know you're a horny little thing but fuck have you made a mess?" He can act as judgemental as he wants but you know that he loves every little drop of the need that he makes you feel.
Which is all the time.
You pout and instinctively push yourself closer to his face. "N- Need you… D- Daddy…"
"Need me?" Your teeth trap your bottom lip between them when you feel one of his thumbs inch closer to your sopping cunt. "Where do you need me, baby?"
You whine as your forehead creases. "Y- You know where!"
He chuckles. "I don't think right now is the time when you push your luck, vida" your features push themselves upwards when you feel the tip of his thumb graze against the outline of your pussy lips. You let out an icy whimper in response so he adds; "Come on, if you tell me how you need me I'll give it to you" though he pretends as though he is unaffected by the sight he faces, you can hear the agitated urgency in his voice.
Your hips timidly try to move against his finger that refuses to give you anything beyond enticing yet unfulfilling strokes over your squishy petals. "I- I… n- need you i- in…" You hear clinking behind you but you are too busy in your desperation to find something pleasurable in the thumb that presses against you. "Inm- mypussy,Daddy" the questioning hum that he lets out rings in your ear when he is behind you within the next second and the way in which his cock jabs its way through your eager entrance at the same time causes for your eyes to bulge out.
"What was that, baby?" Pedri has to clamp one of his palms over your mouth to keep you from moaning out loud. The sudden bustle that sounds right outside the wardrobe as if on cue causes him to quickly pull back and fuck into you harder as you clench to aid him. It is greedy and rushed; the both of you aware of how you are dangling by a thin thread but the franticness to devour one another so extreme in your bodies that you want to finish before you are caught.
It is the only goal.
"I couldn't quite catch that" the way he roughly whispers in your ear to avoid detection from the manager who is busy barking orders at the staff outside while wrapping a hand around your hair has you arching your back as you get fucked into the shelf. When you refuse to respond, he has to add with a mean fondling of your boobs; "Come on, vida. Now you know better than to disobey Daddy when he can very easily destroy you for it" your lust-drunk body springs up in alarm.
The executions of his threats are always deadly and edging is not even the last thing that you want right now.
"I…" His cock is too pleasurable inside you as he pushes in before pulling out its length through your tight entrance with each speeding thrust, its girth putting the most knee weakening strain on the band of your pussy as his bulging veins and coarse edges rub against your sensitive walls in a way that causes your head to spin.
Your head is yanked back by your hair. His lips ghost over the skin of your temple that gets overwhelmed by his irregular breathing. "Go on, vida. You're doing so well taking my cock" his other hand parts from your boobs to reach for one of your knees before it is bent to be propped against one of the lower shelves. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut to clench themselves at how far up you feel him, his thick tip colliding with your special spot as a result. "Say it for me."
"I- I need you i- in my pussy, Daddy!" Your cry is rather loud but neither of you are in the mind to care about that anymore. Your hips tighten when the snapping of his hips escalates to full on pounding and the towels and little bottles placed on the shelves begin to rattle and tumble all over. "Always need you in my pussy, Daddy!" He rewards you with the dipping of his fingers between your thighs.
"Good girl" the digits easily find your squelching cunt and he uses his grip on your hair to pull your head to one side so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck.
The gliding of his fingers is too much for your desperately worked up and frustrated pussy to handle so when his hand uncurls from your hair to pinch one of your nipples while his teeth nibble on that one sensitive patch of your skin, you can't help but throw your head back to let out a gut wrenching moan.
Your vision fills with neon colors and your hearing declines. The tension within your hips is pulled loose and heat surges through every single knot that has formed in your muscles over the week. Pedri's hot cum that fills you soon after is the perfect end and you finally feel in place after days.
Sex has the opposite effect on the both of you; while it helps Pedri clear his head, yours gets fuzzy instead. So it is him who fixes you up when he decides that he is done with you for now. You meekly stand like a baby– his baby as he pats your disheveled hair down, adjusts your bra and mends your outfit to the best of his ability.
"Look at the mess you have made, vida" you whine and snuggle into his chest so you can hide your flushed face when he points out the wreck that you two have made of the place. Pedri chuckles as he fishes out some compensatory money from his wallet and places the bills on one of the shelves before taking your hand in his and helping you walk back to the table as you happily waddle behind him, senses numb but relaxed. No one says anything or even acknowledges your long absence but they know.
The flaming red hickey on your neck is the evidence to their suspicions.
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Lazy morning - G.Satoru
ପ Gojo x fem!reader
summary: You and Satoru had planned a picnic date, but when the morning came, Satoru couldn't resist having a little taste of you instead.
contents: 18+, SMUT AHEAD, MDNI!!, established relationship, blowjob, p in v sex, safe sex, praise kink, breeding kink if you SQUINTT, Suguru is Gojo's roomie.
wc: 6,1k
a/n: holy fucking shit guys, this deadass took me two days to finish. I expected to finish it yesterday, but university is nibbling my ass so hard rn holy fuck.. anyway,, enjoy!!!
Years ago, you and satoru had always been that duo during highschool. Sure, the both of you were close with suguru and shoko, but satoru and you got along on another level. you had a special connection.
One special night, satoru decided to shoot his shot, asking you out after many years of pining, and you agreed to try this relationship thing out with the blue eyed asshat, Satoru Gojo.
Sunlight filtered the billowing curtains of Satorus room, soft noises of breathing and snoring filling the room. You awoke to a strong ray of sunlight, causing you to squint and rub your eyes. You looked down, only to see the sight of your lover, satoru, sleeping soundly on your chest with that stupid droopy look on his face that you loved so much. A stripe of drool could be spotted running down the corner of his lips, drying on your skin. You lazily reached to grab your phone, looking at the time. It was still early in the morning, but you and satoru had gone grocery shopping for a picnic the earlier day, which meant you had to get up now.
“Satoru…”
you whispered, nudging him softly, to which he only snored in response. You repeated what you just did, only for him to sleep through it.
“Satoru!!”
You yelled, smacking the poor mans cheek as you looked at him with an irritated expression.
His eyes shot open and he let out a pained groan while sitting up, his messy bedhead straying in every direction as the blankets fell to pool at his lap, looking back down at you as he rubbed his cheek (which was chipped with dry drool, by the way).
“The hell was that for...?”
He mumbled, looking down at you with an expression resembling a kicked puppy. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with an amused expression before pulling out your phone, snapping a quick photo of him. He looked adorable with his shirt wrinkled, his eyes squinted as well as the small drool stain on his chin.
“We have to go out today, remember? Our picnic..”
You prompted, looking at him whilst propping yourself up on your elbow, giving him a tired smile. Satoru honestly didn’t want to go right now. He was wayy too tired, and now that he was really looking at you… he would definitely rather stay in bed. The way your tank top revealed your cleavage just right, your messy hair, and that sleepy look on your face.. god. Satoru wasn't even sure if the hard on he had right now was just his morning wood, or a boner he had developed just from simply looking at you.
Satoru groaned, rubbing his eyes as he looked at your phone you had just used to take a snapshot of him, pouting. “Why…”
His eyes glanced over your body before he let out a low grumble, taking in your messy look. It drove him insane.
“Why a picnic… can’t we just stay here? I don’t want to go out”
He whined, dramatically laying back down on the bed, mumbling to himself about stupid picnics as if he was some spoiled brat that didn't get what he wanted. You couldn't help but chuckle at his mini tantrum, causing him to turn his head, glaring at you with an offended expression
“What’s the matter?”
You asked, cupping his cheek and lightly nudging his head, wondering why he wanted to stay in so badly. you scooted closer to him, kissing his forehead before whispering gently against his skin
“We had planned this all day yesterday.. we even went grocery shopping to buy snacks for the picnic..”
He closed his eyes, enjoying your gentle touch and sweet kisses. The slight movement of your body against him sent pleasant chills up his spine, and also down his fully grown boner that had developed the second he laid his eyes on you. He opened one eye and looked up at you, a suggestive smirk growing on his face.
“But… we could stay here and snack on each other~”
He turned around, his front facing yours, eyes staring daggers into yours. his hands wandered up to your hips, gently pulling you closer against him as a sly smirk played on his full lips. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a disgusted frown
“You’re so gross, 'Toru..”you cringed, frowning at him and his flirty gestures before turning your back to him as you grabbed your phone
“all you ever think about is sex.." you complained. The both of you knew you were just kidding, simply teasing him, but it only motivated Satoru to try and convince you to engage in some morning action even more.
He grunted, pushing himself up on his elbows as he looked at you. He chuckled at the way you turned away from him, as if that would actually stop him.
“That’s not true…”
He scooted over towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing your back flush against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck, lips brushing against your skin. His teeth lightly nipped at your ear, his hand moving down to rest on your thigh.
“I think about other stuff too, not just sex…”
He mumbled against your ear as he began to trail gentle kisses along your neck. His hand lightly gripped your thigh, moving it to rest against his. His body pressed against yours, his breath hot against your skin. “Come on, baby. Don’t be angry at me…”
His hand gripped your waist a bit tighter, pulling you closer against him. He hummed as he looked at your face, bringing his lips to your jawline to press soft kisses on it. “I’ll do whatever you want if we stay in… I’m pretty sure we have everything we need here…”
“We don’t have condoms.”
you disclosed, reminding him that you had used the last one a few days ago, giving him a knowing smirk before turning around. you chortled at the sound of his annoyed groan, unlocking your phone as you started to scroll through social media.
He groaned, leaning his head against your shoulder as you reminded him that it was all gone. “Ughh!… how did we go through all of them already? I swear we bought two boxes…”
He looked over your shoulder, watching as you continued to scroll on your phone. His hand gently caressed your thigh, lightly gripping it from time to time. “Come onnn…” He whined, his hand moving up to rest on your hip that was bare due to the way your tank top was riding up your waist, revealing your abdomen. He knew how to pull your attention away from the phone, pressing his body flush against your back and leaning over to press kisses on your neck. His hand started to slowly trail upwards, gently rubbing your stomach as he slowly moved his hips against your ass.
“Satoru, we cant do it raw. I dont wanna take that risk again.”
you explained, your back still turned to him as you continued to scroll on your phone, not being in the mood for anything sexual at all.. yet.
He let out another whine, burying his face into the crook of your neck to continue leaving kisses against your skin. He knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to have sex without protection, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to try.
“Come on… I promise I’ll be careful.”
He begged in a whiny tone, his hand gently caressing your stomach.
“Satoru, no.” you retorted, scooting away from him incase he wanted to try anything. Satoru suddenly got an idea. His roommate, Suguru, maybe had a few rubbers stashed somewhere. It would be awkward to ask for them, but it would surely be worth it.
He grunted, annoyed at your stubbornness as you shifted away from him. Satoru of course understood why you didn't want to have sex, and he agreed with the fact that it was too risky to fuck raw while you weren't on any type of pill. He knew what he had to do in order to get the condoms. He let out a dramatic huff, sitting up in the bed with a pout on his face.
"Goddd.. I guess I'll go talk to Suguru..."
He mumbled to himself as he looked at you for a few seconds before getting up and grabbing a pair of pants.
You turned around with a confused expression, watching him pull on his sweatpants before walking out of the room with his messy hair. you shrugged, turning back to your phone with a yawn
Satoru walked down the hall, his bare feet quietly padding against the wooden floor as he approached Suguru’s door. He knocked a few times, waiting for the other man to respond.
Suguru groggily approached the door, opening it to reveal his disheveled appearance. He looked at Satoru with a perplexed expression, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What is it...? It's so early.”
Satoru glanced at Suguru's messed up hair and tired appearance. He let out a little chuckle, leaning against the door frame. "Yeah yeah, I know it's early.. but I'm in a bit of a situation."
His eyes trailed away from suguru, awkwardly trying to find the right words to ask this question.
"Uh... you don't happen to have any condoms on you, do ya?"
satoru tittered, awkwardly twirling his thumbs
suguru's tired look turned into a glare, looking at satoru in disbelief as he realized what was going on right now.
“Satoru… are you fucking serious right now?”
he said, letting out a small snort in laughter as he shook his head, not believing what he just heard. Satoru's smirk grew wider as Suguru's expression became more incredulous. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the other man's response.
"Dead serious, man. Don't play dumb," he said with a hint of humor in his voice. "You know I'd never ask you if I didn't desperately need them."
“Yeah, whatever.”
he said, groggily turning around before walking back into his room, the sound of him shuffling his hand in his desk drawer filling the silence. Suguru returned, giving Satoru three foil packets of condoms. He looked at Satoru with his hand on the doorknob, still amused and repulsed by the whole situation.
“Don’t be too loud. I'm seriously trying to sleep.”
He glanced at Suguru with a sly grin on his face. "No promises.. but I'll try to keep it down."
Satoru smirked as he took the three foil packets from Suguru. "Thanks, man. You're a real lifesaver," he beamed before turning to head back to his room.
With that, he turned back around and made his way back to his room, excitement and anticipation building up in his chest.
He opened the door to the room and immediately his gaze landed on you. His heart rate sped up at the sight of you: messy hair, half-lidded eyes and the tank top you were wearing. He shut the door behind him, holding up the three foil packets as he approached the bed. "Guess who just got what he needed?"
you lazily turned around, rubbing your eyes as you looked at him in disbelief, realizing why he had to go and “talk to Suguru”
“….oh wow..”
He couldn’t hold back his smirk as he approached the bed, holding up the three packets between his fingers. "Yep," he said, his voice laced with a hint of smugness.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the condoms down on the bedside table. "Our boy Suguru came through for me. He's a lifesaver."
you chuckled, rolling your eyes before placing your phone on the bed, crawling towards him before hugging him from behind. he had protection, so what was stopping you now? you could always go for a picnic later
“Oh yeah?”
you whispered, playing with the hem of his shirt as well as the strings of his sweatpants, your hand palming his bulge that had been painfully hard for a good fucking minute. He groaned, his body reacting immediately to your touch. His breath hitched as he felt your hand on the print of his cock, a chill running down his spine. He instinctively leaned into your touch, his head falling slightly forward as he let out a slow exhale, moving his hips up to your touch, desperately searching for more stimulation.
"Nnghh... yeah," he managed to say, his voice a bit shaky. "He just wanted us to keep it down while he tried to sleep."
you smirked at his words, licking a stripe up the side of his neck
“Hmm.. we can make that happen, right?”
you asked, crawling off the bed before settling between his legs, lowering yourself so you were on your knees, looking up at him and resting your cheek on his thigh.
He let out a low, guttural moan as you moved between his legs, his brain already starting to fog over as he looked down at you. The sight of you on your knees, gazing up at him, was incredibly hot.
He leaned back a bit, bringing a hand down to caress your cheek before resting it in your hair. "Yeah... we can make that happen," he breathed out, his voice thick with desire.
He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as you settled yourself between his legs. The way you looked up at him, as if you were silently begging for permission, drove him wild.
He gently ran his hand through your hair, his thumb tracing along your lower lip. "Go ahead, baby," he said softly, giving you a slightly cocky smirk that made his pretty features all the more tempting. "Take what you need."
you smiled at him before eagerly pulling down his boxers and sweats in one go, helping him get his clothes off as he kicked the fabric off from his feet. you took a second to admire the sight of his rock hard cock, his pretty veins complimenting the shaft, as well as his pretty, pink tip that was already leaking pre. Satoru leaned back on his elbows, his eyes trained intently on your every move, his hand finding its way to your hair before grabbing a good fistful of it, silently requesting for you to suck his dick already. you slowly wrapped your lips around his tip, whimpering from the taste of his precum. The feeling of your voice vibrating against his sensitive cock almost sent him through the roof, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows while you were looking up at him with those needy eyes, feeling his hand gripping your hair tighter as he let out a moan of what seemed like relief.
As soon as you took all of him in your mouth, his head fell back as he let out a low moan, his hand in your hair tightening even more.
"Oh, fuuuuck" he groaned, his voice low and breathy. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, the feeling of your lips and tongue driving him wild.
He couldn't help but watch you with a mix of awe and desire, his grip on your hair firm and possessive. "c'mon baby, move that tongue for me, yeah?"
You were already on it, lathering his cock in your saliva, causing satoru to let out some stifled moans, desperately trying to keep quiet. He was already bucking up his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag on him which only made him moan more.
You pulled away from his cock, a pop noise emitting from your lips as you took him in your hand, stroking his dick in a decent pace
“You’re not gonna cum already, are you?”
You whispered, bringing your tongue back to the slit on his tip. Satoru’s eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, and you couldve sworn you heard the sound of satorus hand pulling a few hairs out of your head. His grip was deadly. [a/n:💀]
He shook his head, his hand still in your hair as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked down at you with a lazy smirk, letting out a sharp breath before talking "H-hell no.. not yet" he panted out, his voice strained.
He tried to keep himself still, but your tongue teasing him made it increasingly difficult to hold back. "Fuck... you're just so good at this..."
His eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale, as well as his hand that was tangled in your hair starting to push you more and more down, your nose meeting his barely grown white tufts of hair, the smell of musk and cum filling your nostrils.
You pulled away again, mumbling a silent “take your shirt off” before you took your own tank top off, leaving you only in your panties, your beautiful body on display for satoru. Satoru's breath hitched as you told him to take his shirt off, his body eager to be skin to skin with you. He quickly obliged, pulling the garment over his head, revealing his toned chest and abdomen, a few scars here and there, which only made him sexier in your opinion. His hand went back to your head as he forced his cock back into your throat, bucking his hips up against your mouth, causing you to choke a little.
With you now almost naked, he couldn't help but shiver with excitement. When he felt you choke on his cock again a little as he bucked his hips up, he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural groan. He could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat every. Fucking. Time. And it brought him to shambles. He couldn’t think straight because of how good your mouth felt.. awee ;(
"You're driving me insane.... nghh... so fuckin’ sexy..." he grunted, his hand in your hair tightening as he tried to hold back from cumming down your throat right then and there. He continued to look down at you with darkened eyes, watching your every move with a ravenous hunger.
His body was practically thrumming with tension, like a taut string on the verge of snapping. He was desperate to feel more, to feel closer, to feel complete.
After a few seconds, you decided that patience was not on your side anymore. You reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom packet and ripping up the wrapper before you rolled the lubricated latex down his hard, throbbing cock, causing him to inhale through his teeth. His eyes were on you the whole time as you worked the condom down his cock, his breath shaky as he spoke;
“Not gonna let me cum down your throat?”
Satoru asked, tilting his head and pouting as he subtly swayed his hips from side to side, making his length move along with him
“Don’t do that. you look stupid.”
You insulted, standing up and quickly sliding off your black lacy panties, hopping on the bed before laying on your back, reaching your foot out to poke his side a bit
“C’mon..”
Satoru shifted closer to you on the bed, his hand resting on your hip as he looked down at you.
“Calm down, pretty girl. Needa’ prepare you first.”
Satoru mumbled, kissing you down the valley between your breasts as he settled between your legs, one hand pressed against the mattress and the other massaging your soft tit. As he went lower, you quickly grabbed his wrist, refraining him from doing whatever he was planning on doing.
“Don’t have to, ‘toru. Please just come here..”
You whined, looking down at satorus playful expression. He moved back up again, kissing your cheek before moving to the side of your face, his breath tickling your ear
“Tell me what you want, baby..” He whispered, caressing your hip with such care, calming you down so you wouldn’t scold him for being such a tease like you always did. “Wan’ you t’fuck me good.. it’s been so long..” You whimpered out, wrapping your arms around him with a frustrated frown as you heard his soft chuckles. He shook his head, leaving another kiss on your cheek, then your neck, and then moving back up to kiss you on the lips. “It’s been three days..” He responded, nudging you teasingly, which only brought him that scolding from you that he was actively trying to avoid.. or maybe not. You were kinda cute when you got all pissed off, so maybe he wasn’t trying to avoid it at all.
“Satoru i swear if you don’t fuck me within the next three seconds, i will-“
You could only gasp as satoru rushed his cock into you, slamming his hips against yours as you cried out, your hand flying up to cover your mouth, remembering how satoru said you had to be quiet because of suguru. The house was quiet, incredibly quiet, which meant that everything could probably be heard, making it all even more nerve wrecking. Satoru let out a breathy moan as his head dropped to your shoulder, his breath shaky against your skin.
“You got what you wanted~ happy now?”
You couldn’t even respond. You were too busy adjusting to his size and the steady pace he was holding. You let out a muffled “mmph!”, your other hand clutching his back as a lump formed in your throat, already getting all overwhelmed from stimulation. The way this man fucked you was incredible. The best sex you’ve ever had was without a doubt with satoru. He knew your body like the back of his hand, hell, you didn’t even have to fucking tell him to angle his hips a certain way or touch you a certain place, because he was already doing it. Sometimes it was too much, even. he was just too good.
“S’fucking tight for me.. you okay baby?..”
He asked, knowing that the stretch could be uncomfortable at times. You brought the hand that was covering your mouth around his waist, shaking your head as you tried to speak without moaning or whimpering
“Y-yeah, so fucking good..” you silently muttered, grateful for the fact that you slept over at satorus last night so you could spend the morning with him like this. To hell with that picnic, this was so much better, in so many ways.
Satoru let out a low, guttural moan as he slowly pushed forward, his body becoming one with yours. The feeling was heavenly, driving him wild with need. He let out a shaky laugh at your whispered gratitude, his breath sounding ragged. "Mm, thas’ good. Taking my cock so well, pretty.." he praised, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse whisper.
Satoru took a moment to just breathe, his body tense as he savored the feeling of being inside of your wet, warm walls. He knew he wasn't going to last long, not with the way you looked and felt. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. "You feeling good, baby?" he asked, his voice ragged with need.
“Y-yeah, can you just.. pull the covers over us.. please..?” You asked, your thumb caressing his soft, pale cheek. It was quite a cold morning, and you wanted to be more comfortable. Not only that, but maybe, just maybe, the blankets could conceal the sound of the wet squelches that was coming from between the both of you, as well as your skin slapping together.
Satoru paused for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at your request. He nodded, understanding your need for warmth and comfort.
He reached for the covers, carefully pulling them over the both of you, enveloping your bodies in a warm and comfortable embrace. The feeling of the covers on top of you added a layer of intimacy to the moment, making Satoru's heart feel even fuller.
"Nice and warm~. That better?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
You smiled at him, nodding while sighing. You appreciated satorus kindness during intimacy. It was always the small things that meant so much to you. Back in highschool, satoru seemed like such a pain in the ass. Who would’ve thought that he was such a sweetheart in bed? Satoru kissed you on the cheek in response to your nod, starting to gently move in a slow and sensual pace, causing you to let out a small whine. The pace was slow, yes, but every time his hips were flush against yours, he would press deeper into you, rolling his hips and stimulating your clit before repeating. He fucking loved the way your eyes would roll back, the way you’d hold onto him as he pressed into you, letting out sharp breaths and small wheezes. That was when he knew he was fucking you good. So good that you couldn’t even moan. So good that all you could do way lay there and take it.
Satoru couldn't help but smile at you, his heart swelling with affection at your expressions, knowing how good he was making you feel right now. He was glad to know that you were comfortable with him, that he was making you feel good. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your neck, feeling your skin against his lips made his heart flutter.
He began to move slowly, taking his time to savor this moment. The sound of your small whines and whimpers sent a wave of desire through him, making his body ache even more for you.
"God, you feel so damn good," he breathed out, his voice coming out in a low, breathy tone. He began to thrust faster, his body moving against yours in a quicker pace
He couldn't help but watch you, his eyes locked onto every little expression and movement. He was completely captivated by you, completely in love with you.
“D-dont look at me..mngh-“ you shyly whispered, draping your arm over your eyes as you turned your head to the side, lifting your knees up to your chest so satoru could get a better angle. The way he was staring into your eyes was too much for you to handle. You couldn’t help but shy away.
Satoru's lips curled up into a small smirk as he watched you cover your eyes, your shyness only adding to his desire. He knew he was affecting you, and he loved it.
As you lifted your knees up to your chest, he took the opportunity to change the angle, pushing deeper into your plush pussy that was already creaming around his cock. The move drew a low, guttural moan from him, his body responding to the new and better angle. He reached up to gently take your arm away from your eyes, wanting to see your face. "No, baby, I want to see you..." he murmured, his voice thick with need.
You cried out a loud moan, feeling him hit your sweet spot in the most delicious way. Satoru gently covered your mouth, causing you to look up at him with those doe like eyes that just screamed “fuck me!”. The sight of you like this sent satoru over the moon, but he knew you had to be quiet. The bed creaking was already enough noise, and satoru didn’t want to give suguru a show. Trying to keep his composure, Satoru leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. "Shhh, baby, you gotta be quieter, okay?"
You let out a small “mhm” against his hand, writhing underneath him as he kept thrusting in a steady pace, making you see stars. You let out cute little whines against his hand, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his back up, every muscle, every dip and scar on his skin.
He felt you wrapping your arms around him, your fingers tracing the dips and scars on his back, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He leaned in, his lips near your ear, his voice coming out in a rough whisper. “You’re so cute.. i love the way you look when you’re taking my cock.”
He loved teasing you, because all the reactions he’d get in return were the cutest, whether it was you being angry, or becoming shy. He adored you. He removed his hand from your mouth, bringing it down to your lower abdomen, pressing against your stomach. He let out a moan, a proud smile on his face as he threw his head back, feeling his own dick bulging in your belly. He looked back down at you, speaking against your sensitive ears.
“Y’feel that baby? You feel how my cock is plunging your stomach? You’re such a good girl~”
He continued to move, his body pressed closely against yours, his breath coming in low and ragged gasps. The sounds of the bed and the creaking of the floorboards were the only things in the air, each movement making them more prominent.
You were a dumb mess as he fucked you, slurred words spilling out of your lips as you moaned uncontrollably, not even trying to hold it back anymore.
“S-slow… go slow, ‘toru”
You whispered, letting out another whimper, to which satoru moaned in response, closing his mouth as he tried to keep them in, his brows furrowing as his eyes closed too. You wrapped your legs around him, the sounds of your skin slapping together becoming more loud as he started to get desperate
“S-satoru! I said slow.. nghh..”
Satoru did his best to slow down, his body trembling with the effort as he fought the overwhelming need coursing through him. Your whispers and moans were like music to his ears, but he focused on trying to keep his composure. He bit down on his lip in an attempt to keep any sounds in, his eyes closed tightly as he concentrated on following your command. But it was difficult, so damn difficult.
"Ungh... baby, I'm trying," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "But you feel so damn good... already fucking you dumb.. i dont wanna stop.."
He tried to keep his pace steady, but there was a feral need coursing through him, a need to lose himself in you, to give into the pleasure that was building up within him. It was a battle for him, a battle to stay in control, to not give in to his primal instincts. "Baby..." he repeated again, his voice coming out in a ragged whisper. "Please... I need you, baby. I need..."
He couldn’t even finish his fucking sentences anymore, his hips stuttering as the both of you moaned together. He desperately rubbed your clit, trying to keep the same pace so he wouldn’t make you loose track of your upcoming orgasm
“Come for me.. god im so close- mph!” You whined, the both of you starting to become more vocal. You were holding onto eachother for dear life, not caring about how loud the bed creaked or how loud the moans were. You could apologize to suguru later, but right now, everything felt too good.
Satoru's body trembled with the effort of holding back, his restraint hanging on by a thread. Your desperate pleas and your needy whimpers were driving him wild, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back any longer.
With each creak of the bed and each strangled moan that escaped his lips, Satoru's control was slipping away. He was at the end of his rope, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Your pussy was just too good. The way you fucking squeezed around him made him almost forget about the condom that was keeping you two from eachother. He was thrusting with more force now, long, steady strokes as he pressed you further into the mattress.
“Fuck baby, take this fucking load.. god.. take it..”
He slurred, too pussydrunk to even form a sentence. The sounds of your bodies intertwined and the creaking of the bed seemed to fill the room, each one driving Satoru closer to the brink of ecstasy. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on, his body and mind both overwhelmed with pleasure.
You felt the coil snap as heat gathered in your abdomen, your pussy squeezing his poor sensitive cock so hard. You could just feel your release oozing out of you, and you couldn’t stop moaning satorus name. Poor suguru. Satoru came shortly after, spilling into the latex, though he imagined that he was shooting his white ropes of cum into you, bullying his tip into your cervix so nothing would come out. Whimpers and moans filled up the room, or at this point, the house, as you shook in eachothers embraces, satoru weakly bucking his hips as he whimpered so cutely into the crook of your neck, feeling completely drained from energy as he slumped on top of your body. You let out an exhausted exhale, rubbing your forehead as you tried to catch your breath.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still trying to catch his breath as he let out a weak laugh. "Holy shit that was good, baby.." he managed to say, his voice ragged from the intensity of your experience. "You wore me out."
He lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion in his gaze. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he mumbled, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He shifted his weight, rolling off of you to land beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. "God, I love you," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Sometimes i forget how exhausting sex is..” you breathed out, feeling the soreness kicking in, as well as the exhaustion. Satoru was very passionate in bed, but of course that had its downsides
“How are we gonna have a picnic now.. im all worn out..” you mumbled with a small pout
Satoru chuckled softly at your comment, his hand gently tracing small patterns on your back. He could tell that you were feeling sore and worn out, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for tiring you out so much.
"I'm sorry, baby, I got a little carried away," he apologized, his voice filled with a hint of guilt. "But to be fair, you wore me out too." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe we'll have to save the picnic for another day. Today, we just need to rest." He pulled you closer, his arms encircling you in a protective embrace. He knew that he had probably pushed you a little too hard, and part of him felt bad for it. But another part of him was secretly glad that he had been able to satisfy you so thoroughly. It had been a few days since you guys got to cuddle like this, anyway. A lazy morning wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Satoru buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and letting it wash over him. "You know, this just means we'll have more time to rest... and maybe a round two later," he teased, chuckling softly.
“Shut up” you cringed, quickly shutting down the idea and closing your eyes as you yawned. Satorus phone buzzed, the screen lighting up. He picked up his phone, seeing that it was a message from suguru.
Suguboo😛: What the fuck happened to keeping it down? Pretty sure the whole complex just heard you two.
the message written from suguru made satoru chuckle, pulling you closer to him before he typed a response.
Satoru chuckled as he read Suguru's message, a guilty expression on his face. He knew that you guys had probably been a bit too loud, but it was hard to restrain yourselves in the heat of the moment.
He typed out a response, his thumb moving quickly over the keyboard.
“Sorry about that. Things got a little rough. Hope we didn't ruin your morning too much.”
He sent the text and set the phone back down, his attention turning back to you. He looked down at you, his expression softening as he saw how worn out you looked.
He pulled you closer, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. "Sorry for tiring you out so much, baby," he mumbled, his voice filled with a hint of guilt. "Maybe we'll have to tone it down next time."
“Mmm”
You hummed, nuzzling into him as you started to doze off.
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✨My, My, Such a Sweet Surprise✨
A/N: I had to write this down real quick after I saw the most gorgeous Joel Miller looking man I’ve ever seen in my life today 🫠 This is a Drabble of what could of been if maybe I talked to the man 🤣
Summary: When you stumble upon a cute little property with a farmer’s market, you get more than you bargain for when you meet the man with honeysuckle eyes and a thick Southern drawl that makes you weak in the knees.
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem! reader
Word Count: 743
Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)
Tags: Unprotected P in V, cream pie, cute nicknames, flirting
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
It was supposed to be just a quick walkthrough of the little farmers market out in the country. A little Easter egg event for the dogs, at least that’s what you saw on the event listed online. That’s why you were standing in the warm spring air, your Great Pyrenees hooked to his leash, the soft summer dress blowing against your creamy thighs. That’s all it was supposed to be. A fun, relaxing event. That is, until you saw him.
A man that stood over six feet tall, yellow flannel buttoned up against tanned, strong arms, sleeves rolled up so you could see the thick veins that twisted down his forearms, large hands that could do some damage with an axe. And he was so fucking broad. And his eyes. Honeysuckle, warm heaven that clashed with his golden flannel.
You weren’t supposed to keep staring at him, weren’t supposed to even talk to him, but all that came crashing down the moment he walked over and spoke those first Southern drawled words to you, slipping like warm butter right down your tongue and that was it. You were completely fucked.
And that’s how you ended up in the back of his property, caged between his strong arms, your back pressed against an old oak tree, your sundress hiked above your hips, one leg hooked over his broad shoulder, the other clasped around his muscular back.
Your mouths latched together in messy, wet kisses. Your tongues lapped against each other’s in a burning hunger you couldn’t control. His fingers twisted against your messy curls as his thick cock rutted up inside you, the slick sliding down his long length as he stretched you wide and bottomed out again and again until you could barely stand the heat.
His mouth moved to your collarbone, his teeth nipping and sucking as your fingers ran through his tousled curls, your lips parting as the side of your face scratched up against his salt-and-pepper beard as your moans carried to the shell of his ear. You could feel yourself getting closer with every inch of his cock sliding against your sticky walls, the heat building in your spine as you dug your fingers into the back of his neck.
“Go on, come for me, darlin’. Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight. Know you’re close. Tell me who makes you feel good, sweetheart. Let me hear it,” he purred into your ear as you felt yourself lose all control the moment he moved his calloused thumb down to your puffy clit and started making slow circles against your burning heat.
“Oh fuck, Joel. You do. You make me feel good. Ahh.” He pressed down harder, quickening the pace of his thumb and cock as he bottomed out inside you, moving to a position where he hit that sweet, spongy spot that made you see stars.
“Joel, I’m gonna-fuck, gonna come,” you whined, feeling your orgasm start to take over as your walls squeezed against his thick cock.
“Fuck,” he growled as his fingers dug into your hips, “that’s a good fuckin’ girl. So good, sweetheart, Goddamn,” he groaned as you spilled your slick all over him.
“Joel,” you cried as you closed your eyes and buried your face into the crook of his neck, feeling white hot heat spill from your center as your body shook through the intense orgasm.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl. Gonna fill ya up next. That what you want, sweetheart? Want my come inside that pretty pussy of yours?” he asked as he sped up his motions, drilling his cock inside you as you felt him bottom out again and again and again.
“Yes, please,” you begged as you moved your forehead against his as he lapped against your crimson cheek.
“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. Once, twice, three more times and he was spilling his seed inside you, warm ropes of come painting your walls as he stilled inside you and moaned into the base of your ear, his ragged breaths blowing hot against your jawline.
“Christ, sweetheart. Ain’t you the sweetest surprise I’ve ever had the pleasure of meetin’,” he smiled against your lips, his mouth brushing up against yours. “Am I gonna see ya again?”
“Oh, yeah. You’ll definitely see me again, Miller,” you teased as he pushed you back up against the tree and pulled your hair back.
“How’s about round two then, darlin’?”
And that’s exactly what you did.
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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 | 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎
synopsis: you hand an attitude with Chris all day and he's had enough and makes you apologize
dom!chris x poc!reader
warnings: SMUTTTTT , spanking , praising , use of pet names , p in v , oral (male!receiving) , swallowing , slight choking , unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) , swearing , begging , orgasm denial , and ROUGH CHRIS
a/n: i have no words but chris is mean in this one 🫡
word count: 1.6k
You have been giving Chris an attitude all day, giving him little side eyes and rolling them. You guys were currently at target getting things for a movie night. Chris walks down the candy aisle, you trailing right behind him.
Chris faces the wall of candy, viewing the various options he could choose. He picks bags up and puts them down, the sound of the candy jiggling around in the bag as they fall.
“What kind of candy should we get mama?” He turns and asks you.
“i don’t give a fuck chris, just pick out a fucking candy” you say, annoyance and impatience laced into your voice. This sudden change in your voice causes Chris to wrap his hand around your throat and pull you closer to him.
“Watch your fucking attitude.” he seethed through gritted teeth.
“Whatever Chris” you scoff , pulling away from his hold and heading towards the cash register. As you reach the register, you greet the lady there and proceed to pay. You and Chris walk out of the target, searching for where Matt had parked.
As you find Matt’s car, you and Chris get in at the same time, you sitting in the back while Chris is sitting in the front.
“Did you guys get everything?” Matt asks, waiting for one of the two to answer.
“Yes , we did.” you mutter under your breath, keeping your eyes focused on your phone. You hear Matt whisper to Chris, “What’s wrong with her?” , “I don’t know, but I'll make sure she says sorry later.” Chris responds.
That causes you to scoff and roll your eyes as Matt exits the target parking lot, heading towards the triplet’s house. You guys arrive at the house, collecting the bags as you exit the car. You walk in the door before Chris, he slaps your ass hard on your way up the steps.
“Chris what the hell!” You yell out, turning around to face him, giving him a mean mug. He just shrugs his shoulders, giving you a smirk as you continue to walk up the steps.
You guys make it into the kitchen, putting the bags onto the table. You see Nick in the living room, skimming through Netflix to find a movie.
“I’ll be back, I’m gonna go change real quick. “ you tell the three, jogging down the steps to Chris’ room. You open his bedroom door, the smell of his dior sauvage cologne filling your nose. As you strip out of your clothes, you pick up one of Chris’ blue fresh love hoodies and put that on along with some biker shorts.
You begin to hear footsteps coming down the steps, coming closer to Chris’ door. Chris opens the door, his eyes full of anger and lust as he approaches you.
“Chris what are you doin-” you get cut off by Chris’ lips mushing into yours, you moaning into the kiss. He wraps his strong hand around your neck, slightly choking you. His other hand goes down to your ass, leaving a nice hard smack on it.
He pulls away, leaving his hand attached to your neck. “What,” he starts. “You thought I forgot about today? Giving me attitude while we were out?” You shake your head yes, egging on his anger.
“Just say sorry ma.” He says smirking at you, using his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.
“I’m not saying sorry Chris.” you say to him, keeping your wall of stubbornness up.
“Well I guess I'll have to make you say sorry.” He says, pushing you down to your knees. You come face to face with his clothed hardness, eagerly pulling down his sweats along with his boxers.
You may or may not have wanted this to happen on purpose. You loved making Chris mad, it always ended up with him fucking you rough and messy.
As you pull his boxers down, his dick claps back on his stomach. His deep pink tip leaking of precum. You begin to kiss the tip, traveling up and down his dick, leaving small licks as you do so. Chris jutting his hips toward your face, needing more pleasure.
“Hurry up and put it in your mouth slut.” He says, making you open your jaw and place his dick into your mouth. He groans out, finally getting more satisfaction with him in your mouth. You bob your head up and down, drool dripping from your mouth onto Chris’ hoodie.
“Look at you, sucking my cock like a good girl.” Chris says, causing you to moan against his length. He throws his head back, collecting your hair, making it into a makeshift ponytail as he begins to fuck your face.
His dick begins to hit the back of your throat, making you gag around his dick while tears welled up in your eyes. You look up at him, his shirt tucked between his teeth, little moans and whimpers leaving his mouth.
You put your hands on his thighs, trying to slow down the strokes attacking your mouth. This makes Chris go faster, chasing his high. His strokes become sloppier, letting you know he’s close.
Chris cums in the back of your throat, slowly pulling out of your mouth, your spit and his cum dripping down his length.
“Swallow.” he says demandingly, tilting your head up so it all goes down your throat. You swallow, opening your mouth to show him you swallow it all. He smirks at you, picking you up from the floor and places you on his bed.
Chris pulls down your biker shorts, your soaked underwear coming face to face with him.
“Did sucking my dick make you wet huh slut?” He questions, leaving you to nod your head and whimper.
“Use your fucking words.” He says, slapping your thigh as his head hovers over your dripping cunt.
“Fuck, yes Chris.” You say, needing his mouth against your sensitive area. He peels the straps of your underwear away from your hips, dragging them down your thighs, and soon past your calves.
Your bottom half now exposed to Chris, his hot breath fanning over your pussy. Brushing your hips against his face, needing some sort of relief from the tension in your lower half.
“Chris.. I need you.” you whine out, moving your pussy closer and closer to his face.
“Beg for it sweetheart.” he says, leaving hot open mouthed kissing on your thighs.
“Please Chris,” you start. “I need so bad baby.” you sigh, hoping that was enough for Chris. In the matter of seconds his mouth is attached to your desperate area, his tongue dancing against your folds.
You moan loudly, having Chris slap the side of your thigh, signaling you to be quiet. Your whimpers and moans are heard throughout the room, along with Chris licking and slurping your pussy. You grip onto his brown locks, grinding into his face as he begins to suck on your clit.
“Mmph, shit Chris!” you yell out, your orgasm rapidly coming on you. Chris adds his index and middle finger into your soaking hole, stretching you out a bit.
“Fuck Chris, I���m gonna cum.” you say, making him mumble out a “Don’t do it” before returning his torment on your cunt. Your legs begin to shake as you hold onto your orgasm, doing as Chris told you.
Chris then lifts his head from your pussy, his face covered in your juices. He removes his shirt, leaving him completely naked.
He flips you over, smacking both of you ass cheeks. You groan, enjoying the way his hand feels against your ass.
Chris now brings his dick to your entrance, dipping his tip in and out of your soaked hole. You get impatient and push yourself against him, making him hold your hips and push you away.
“Chris just fuck me already.” you say, wanting his teasing to stop. You were about to say something again, but Chris cut you off by harshly grabbing your hips and sliding his dick inside you at an intense rate.
“Fuck mama, your shit is so tight.” he groans out, leaving you a moaning mess infront of him. You feel his length reaching places you thought he couldn’t, dropping your head in the comforter, releasing your moans.
Chris grabs your hair, pulling you up from the comforter, wanting to hear how good he makes you feel.
“Say sorry ma.” He says into your ear, increasing the pace his hips are snapping into you. You shake your head no, not fully able to get the words out. That familiar feeling finds its way back to you, having the need to cum.
“Chris, mmm fuck.” you moan out, arching your back causing Chris to repeatedly hit your g-spot, further increasing your need to release.
“Please let me cum Chris!” you gasp out, hoping he’ll let you get your high this time.
“Last time i'm repeating myself, say sorry.” He grunts, his release traveling closer as he continues his abuse to your tight cunt.
“Shit, o-okay fine Chris,” you say. “I’m sorry!” you yell out, getting worn out from holding onto your orgasm.
“Cum mama.” Chris says, your body wasting no time to let go, streaking Chris’ dick with your cum as he continues to slide in and out. Moaning aloud due to the immense pleasure you’re feeling.
You feel Chris twitch inside of you, his fast and rough strokes becoming sloppy. He shoots his load inside of you, filling you to the brim.
“Mmm fuck ma.” Chris says, slowly sliding out of you, watching his and your cum dripping onto his comforter. You fall against the mattress, your body trying to recover from what happened.
You and Chris lay there , totally forgetting about the movie you were supposed to be watching with Nick and Matt.
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I'm so desperate for Boxer Konig and reader. I imagine it would be like König fights every night for living in the ring and reader is bartender in that place, like it has a bar counter for drinks. Reader is his favorite bartender. ❤️❤️
Imagine being able to go to work and see him sweaty and shirtless everyday🤭💖
Boxer!König x Bartender (fem)
MDNI🔞
Master List ✍🏽
>cw: fem/afab, p in v, oral, public sex
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König watches you set up the bar out of the corner of his eye as he talks to his trainer, Horangi, before the fight. His eyes drift over how your black shirt hugs the curve of your breasts. The jeans you wore today shows off your stunning shape. Everything his trainer was saying fell on deaf ears. He already knows everything. He’s undefeated. Right now, he just wants to focus on you. How can you look so tantalizing when simply pouring buckets of ice?
“König.” Horangi snaps his fingers in his face. “Are you listening to me?”
“Ja, ja. I know it all already.”
Horangi shakes his head at König’s cocky attitude. His eyes follow König’s gaze landing on you, giving you a quick up down before turning back. “Focus.” His hand on König’s shoulder, he leads him away to the back to get ready.
As you turn your head, you watch König’s eyes drift from your form to the ground as he gets guided away. A small smirk crosses your lips. You always catch him checking you out, but he makes no moves.
The day goes on and people flood the arena and fill seats. A line begins to form as you and your fellow bartender work in sync to make sure all patrons' orders get filled. As you bend down to grab a bottle of grenadine, you hear König being announced in the ring. Quickly, you perk up and watch as König walks out in his boxer shorts with the Austrian flag on them. His opponent being a 6 '4 Russian man, while he’s massive, he’s no match for König.
König’s eyes land on you as you smile brightly at a man accepting a drink from your delicate hands. He shifts his gaze to his opponent as people in the crowd cheer for both men. König gazes down at him with his icy blue stare and a stoic face.
From behind the bar, your eyes drift down König’s muscular body, which is sporadically littered with scars. You watch the fight begin as you continue to pass out drinks and chat with patrons. When König takes a hard hit, you watch with a worried look, glancing away and focusing on the man before you asking for another beer.
At the end of the fight, König’s arm rises to celebrate another win. The crowd cheers loudly, the losers coming to the bar to close tabs or get stronger drinks. König stands on stage posing for the crowd with two ring girls on their side of him. He respectfully keeps his hands to himself, his eyes finding you at the bar. For a split second in time, you meet his gaze and he smiles at you. The smile you give back sets a fire within him. When he hears his name being called, he looks forward, stepping into another pose with the women before exiting the ring.
As the night winds down, you begin to clean the bar and restock for tomorrow. The girl you work with heading out early since she has a family to tend to. As your back is turned from the bar you can hear someone lean against the counter. You turn, expecting to see one of the lingering patrons, but instead it’s König. He’s wearing a black shirt with his boxer shorts still, a fresh bruise on his left cheek bone.
“Hey König.”
“Hallo.” He shamelessly drops his gaze down to your breasts before looking back into your eyes. He combs his fingers through his messy blonde hair.
“Congratulations on the fight.”
“Danke.” König leans into the counter more, eyeing you. “How was your night? It looked pretty busy over here.” He has no idea how to flirt with you, he’s used to being cocky and the women tossing themselves at him. For some reason, you always make him nervous.
“Yeah, it was a good night for tips.” You smile and rest your palms on the counter top. “So, what can I get for you?”
“How about a celebratory shot?” He smirks.
“Coming right up.” You turn and grab the whisky you know he likes, pouring a shot for him before sliding it across to him.
You watch his Adam's apple bob as he takes the shot. His large hands wrap around the tiny glass making it appear much smaller. Once he places the glass back down, he turns his attention back to you.
“I saw you watching me.” He says in a semi flirty tone, testing the waters. “Did you enjoy the fight?”
“I did. It’s always exciting to watch you win.” You stroke his ego.
König smiles hearing your words. He watches as your turn to continue shutting down the bar. He knows every night you get hot water to melt the remaining ice so he stands, preparing to help you with the heavy bucket of water. Without asking, he grabs the bucket from your hand gently; his rough skin caressing yours slightly.
“I’ve got the water.” He says simply before walking off to fill it in the kitchen area.
“Oh, thank you.” As you watch him walk away you stand there suppressing a giddy smile. You turn and continue to clean the area.
König walks back with the bucket full of steaming hot water and carefully walks past you with it. He lifts it so effortlessly, pouring it over the remaining ice. Your eyes focus on the way his burly arms flex ever so slightly. He can definitely feel your stare, turning his head to see you looking at him.
You quickly look away feeling ashamed for getting caught looking. Trying to distract from the tension you walk away to the storage room to grab things needed to restock the bar for tomorrow’s fight. König’s eyes follow you as you walk away. He puts down the bucket and follows behind you.
The door closes behind you when you step into the room. You grab the step stool and walk to where the little toothpicks are stored. As you step up, you hear the door open and close. Before you can even turn around you feel his hands wrap around your waist.
“Now you’re closer to my height.” König whispers. On the step stool you come up to his chin now versus before you only reached his chest. Without getting you off balance, he leans you back so your back is pressed against his chest.
“König.” You giggle saying his name, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush as his arms embrace you.
“What?” König chuckles, enjoying the sound of your giggle. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He presses his face into the crook of your neck and smells your sweat from a long day of working the bar.
A shiver runs down your spine and goosebumps rise on your skin as he presses his lips against your neck; his lips moist and tender against your flesh. Slowly, he moves his under your shirt, caressing your stomach and moving up until his hand cups your breasts through your bra. His kisses turn steamier as he gropes you.
“Do you know how distracting you are? You make it impossible to focus on my fights when all I can think of is touching your body like this.” His voice is dripping with a primal desire for your body.
König turns you around to face him, his hand slipping out from your shirt and holding your waist. His other hand caresses the side of your face, cupping it in his hand. “Beautiful.” He leans in and kisses your lips. A spark ignites throughout his whole body as he finally tastes your sweet lips.
Your hands rest on his muscular chest, eyes closed as you allow yourself to melt into the romantic embrace with König. His hand on your waist dropping down to your hip, pressing you closer to him so you can feel his erection.
“You drive me crazy, Schatzi. Do you want me?” His voice deeper as he leans back in to claim your lips in a sensual kiss.
“Mhm, yes.” You manage to mumble out.
König’s fingers reach down and begin to undo your pants. A wave of excitement rushes through your body but also a bit of nervousness. Public sex isn’t something you’ve ever done nor considered, especially not at your place of work. Yet, you don’t protest, letting him pull your pants down. Once they are around your thighs, his fingers instantly find your clit through the fabric of your underwear, making small circles to pull moans from you.
As he breaks the kiss he looks down at your face as you writhe in pleasure before him. His sleepy blue eyes glance down at your face, taking in how he is turning you into a puddle before him. The fabric of your panties damp, stirring a deep desire within him.
König wraps his arms around you, lifting you and walking you to press you up against a wall. He drops to his knees before you and pulls your pants down completely. Lifting one of your legs, he rests it over his shoulder. His lips press kisses over your clothed cunt, licking the wet spot and getting a taste of you. A quiet moan flees your lips, your eyes gazing down at him.
“You smell so… suß.” König says looking up at you.
A light heat spreads across your face, you’ve been busy on your feet so you know that the scent of your body wash has worn off. He just likes the way your naturally sweaty cunt smells, and for some reason that really turns you on.
The adrenaline for the fight mixes with the aroma wafting from your body, König becomes greedy and he just needs you. He pulls the wet fabric aside and swipes his tongue across your glistening folds, savoring the taste.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hold back anymore.” König quickly stands, his hands dropping his shorts quickly. His eyes dart around the room trying to figure out the best way to do this. His eyes look over your body for a moment. “Take them off.” He points to your underwear and you comply.
In a hurry, König grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. Your shirt is pulled off your body, tossed to the side as König looks at your full breasts in your black bra. He effortlessly lifts you, your legs resting in the crook of his arms. As he holds you, pressing your back against the wall, he takes his time to kiss your cleavage and admire just how gorgeous you truly are.
You can feel his cock lingering at the entrance of your vagina, slightly pressing in as he kisses and bites all over your breasts. He slowly inches forward with his hips until he can feel your welcoming warmth wrap around the tip of his cock. His low groan is met with your light moan. Your walls hug him tightly, fluttering as they adjust to his size.
“Fuck, y/n. You’re fucking…tight.” The word ‘tight’ comes out in a growl.
With your legs on his arms, he rests his hands on your back, hips slowly thrusting forward into you. His lips explore your tender flesh up to your mouth. He places soft kisses on your lips while mumbling sweet words to you in German that you don’t understand.
“Pull your bra down.” He demands as he watches your hands pull your breasts out of your bra. The fabric squeezes them together as they bounce lightly with each thrust.
He steps away from the wall and moves his hands down to your ass. His muscles flex as he bounces you on his cock. The feeling of your gummy cunt sending him into a trance like state, his eyes following the way your supple flesh ripples with every harsh thrust.
“König!” You moan out, almost yelling. His thick cock slams into you without mercy, fucking you senseless. Your nails dig into his arms as your eyes flutter back. “Please…”
König watches your face now, taking in every detail and savoring every sound. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well. Diese Muschi ist perfekt.”
“Yes.” You gasp out. “Please fuck me, König.”
“Das ist es, Baby.”
His blue eyes are now black from dilation. Hearing you beg for him triggered a primal instinct in him. You’re his. This is his pussy. He slams you down on his cock, making sure to stuff you with every single inch.
Horangi walks throughout the gym looking for König, he’s nowhere to be found. He walks out to the ring to see if maybe he went back out to just sit, still not there. As he glances around, he can hear a slapping sound in the distance, curious, he follows it.
The sound begins to mix with moans and loud dirty talk in German. König is fucking that bartender. Horangi runs his hand over his face and lets out a deep annoyed sigh. Now isn’t the time for König to become infatuated with this woman even further, which he knows he will be. Horangi stands there and listens to König’s whimpers and your borderline screaming. He decides to just walk away and let König finish, he will talk to him about this later.
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pretty sounds | steve harrington x reader
summary you and Steve share an apartment while you're both away in Uni, after he had cought you touching yourself, he needs more of you (2.8k)
warnings fem!reader, 18+ mdni this is just smut guys i'm sorry. masturbation (f+m) oral sex (m+f) penetration (p in v) english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!
there's a part 1, but it's not needed! this is basically just porn
“Mornin” His raspy morning voice woke you up, your eyes still half closed as you stumbled to the kitchen.
“Hi.” You had trouble speaking, the sight of him in the early orange light taking your breath away.
His basketball shorts hung low on his waist, you were certain he wasn’t wearing anything else, the beginning of his hip bones showing as he settled himself against the kitchen counter, giving you a warm smile, water drops on his forehead, his hair still wet from the shower that had woken you up.
His arms reached out to you, a mug of coffee in his hand for you, you nodded as you took it, an implied thank you that he smiled at.
Steve was feeling a bit more confident than he did the day before. Hearing you scream his name as you were touching yourself, unaware that he could hear you crystal clear. and loud.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t bother to put a shirt on, or maybe he just wanted to see how you reacted.
He chuckled to himself when he saw the way you flustered as you came into the kitchen, with your oversized faded shirt that you always wore to bed, and your hair a wild mess that he wanted to bury his hands in.
“Didn’t hear you coming last night.” You said as soon as you took your first sip of coffee, looking up at him, a cocky smile appearing on his face as he looked back at you.
“Yeah, I um…” His hand was massaging the back of his neck, a nervous tick of him you knew way too well. “I got caught up in the library. You had already showered I think.”
“Oh, yeah…” You were a bit embarrassed, thought it always seemed to happen when you had fantasized about him the night before.
Something was different, but you weren’t sure what had happened.
“Do you got any lessons today?” He asked, taking a step closer to you, your eyes not leaving his. Even if the temptation of not only looking but thristlin all over his body was a breath away.
“M’yeah.” Your words were still sticking together, still not awake, not even sure if this was all a weird dream. “Need to wake up first.” You added as you took another sip of the warm drink he had made for you.
“You’re really pretty in the morning, honey.” honey. that was new.
You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he had called you pretty, or honey, but you were turnin redded by the second. But if you were honest, it was the way his thumb had caressed your cheek and your lip briefly. Maybe it was the small moment his eyes had left your so they could look at your lips.
He left, back to his room.
You stood there for a minute longer after your cup was empty.
-
You left three knocks on his door, grabbing your towel tightly.
“Yeah?!” His voice had a tone of urgency in it, a quickness you weren’t used to.
“Um, I’m heading to the shower now, if you need the bathroom, go.” You talked to the wooden door, a bit closer than it was probably necessary, but before you could turn your back, it opened, a messy haired Steve appearing inches away from you, his eyes seemed softer lately, especially when they looked at you.
“I was thinking of taking one.” He gave you an upside down smile, and a weird look that you didn’t understand. His eyes looked darker, no longer like honey, but more like caramel.
“Oh.” You sounded surprised, and if your voice wasn’t enough, your widened eyes that had been left open gave you away. It was working, Steve thought.
“What?” His cheery tone made your eyebrows unforrow for a moment, as his arms crossed in front of his chest, his forearm gracing your skin for a brief second.
“Nothing, just… You never take night showers.” He chuckles as he hears you say it, nodding along to your words.
“We could share.” He adds, in a successful attempt to make you blush. Your skin filling up with goosebumps as those words reach your ears.
“Funny.” Your voice comes out drier that you intended it to, turning away from him, embarrassment already present on your body.
He noticed it immediately. The way you had clenched your jaw, the vein of your neck briefly appearing, your lips pursed together before you nodded. He felt guilty, he had been too cocky when all he was is a big idiot for you.
His hand grabbed yours as you were turning away, not too far away from him yet, turning your body so you’d face him, and he let his fingers linger on your wrist, a sorry look on his eyes.
“What?” He whispered, the softness of his voice washing the childish tantrum out of you.
“Nothing.” You whispered back, but the way his head hangs low, falling to his left side as he gave you that i don’t buy it look, made you realise with no words needed that he required a deeper explanation. “Just, why would you say something like that?”
Steve isn’t sure what he could do now, or what he should do.
He could tell you the plain truth, he heard you last night and he wants to be the reason why you scream in such a beautiful way.
He could stay quiet, and just say that he was kidding and that he’s sorry.
Or he could just kiss you.
That last thought invades his mind, how would you feel? How would your lips feel against his? Would you kiss him back?
Maybe that’s why, in that daze that we has in, your eyes looking up at him, with the smallest begging and the way your lips were parted, that the hand that wasn’t on your wrist finds its way to the back of your neck, and he takes a step closer.
You can’t quite believe it’s happening, not really.
Time seems to slow down. The way his head moves closer to you, your heart beating faster as you see him move, his muscles flexing as he does so, your skin getting warmer as your breathing becomes faster, your heartbeat louder. He stops for a second, his nose touching yours, as you enjoy the warmth that his breath leaves on your lips, the way it mixes with yours. Before you could even beg him to, he kisses you.
As soon as his lips grace yours and you enjoy the softness of them, the hand that was holding your wrist finds its way to the small of your back, burying its fingers there. Soft touches combined with the desperate need you both seemed to share.
Your hand moved to his jaw in a delicate way, too scared that if you moved too fast this might disappear, that it might not be real anymore.
You started to play with his hair, as he left deeper, needier kisses on your lips A moan escaping his, the way he sounded and most of all, you being the reason for it, it made your whole skin flourish, the electricity growing stronger each second.
He lets go of your wrist, both hands now hugging your waist, pulling you closely until your hips meet, his touch becoming a desperate one. Walking slowly back into his room, where the soft study light and the air filled with his smell only made your skin now with goosebumps, every inch were his hands touched your skin now in fire.
The heels of your feet touched the end of his bed, the coldness and the noise it made separating your lips from his. The deepest cheesiest smile on both of your faces, your foreheads still together.
Before you muttered a word, his fingers slipped between your skin and the sides of your thong, teasing you with the way he pulled on it. In a similar way, in your dazed state you started to play with the neck of his shirt. Your nose touching his, still not sure if this was real.
“That's why” Steve sighted with unfinished pleasure, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I really like you, Steve.” You breathed out, a confession you weren’t conscious you were making.
“I know.” He answered, finally making eye contact with you, your eyes shining brighter as his were full of desire. “I kinnda heard you, in the shower.” He added suggestively, teasing you as he giggled.
Your face became various tones of pink, as embarrassment found its way to you. You tried burying your head behind your hands, but he was quicker, instead he pushed his chest so your head would hit it, wrapping his arms around you.
“Oh no.” You chuckled as you couldn’t believe it.
“I’ve liked you since before that though.” He whispered into your ear, kissing your temple before he continued talking. “I just wanted to be the one touching you.” His breath brushing your ear, he smelt of the candles you had picked when you first moved in, vanilla and cinnamon. “Especially if you're screaming my name.”
“Do you still..?” He laughed, an angelic sound pressed to your ear.
He started to plant kisses along your jawline in response. A desperate whimper escaped your lips as soon as you felt his, needing more of him. All of him.
Your hands started to mess with his hair, pulling him in deeper, the kisses he left wetter, with a few bites that made you smile with pleasure when you felt them.
You grabbed the back of his neck, guiding him back to your lips, wanting to feel him again, needing to taste him once more. Before you were aware of it, your hands were messing with his shorts wristband, asking for permission that you already had. You smiled in between kisses when you felt his skin immediately, no underwear on.
You didn’t need to see him to know he was big, bigger than you expected. You felt a smirk on his lips as he pulled away for a second.
“That feels…” He was out of breath, his words knotted on his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more.
“Good?” You ask, as your hand slips back in, wrapping on his cock, his nails digging on your skin.
“Yes.” He moaned as his head flew back, your lips starting a trail of kisses that began on the back of his ear and finished on his stomach. He shuddered with each one, and seeing you on your knees just made him moan louder. “Fuck me”
“I’m trying.” You answered, a stupid laugh shared between the both of you, that stopped abruptly as soon as you started kissing him through the thin fabric.
His hands buried in your hair, caressing you as he guided you, begging you with his touch, a silent way of saying please eat me.
So you did, you pulled the shorts down, and started licking his tip, licking your lips seeing him from that point of view. Steve, with a crossed look on his eyes, already gone, already imagining how you’ll feel.
You opened your mouth wide, starting to fill your mouth with him, feeling him twitch as you did so. He needed you more and more as each time his cock entered and exited your mouth made you hungrier for him.
“Shit, honey.” He mumbled out, as he had trouble staying on his knees, the view that he had a perfect one. “You’re really fuckin good at that.”
His praise made the exact effect you knew it would have. Made you swallow him whole, feeling his tip on the back of his throat, as his grip became tighter around your hair.
He used it to pull you up, kissing you while he tasted a bit of him on your lips. With one swift movement your shirt ended on the floor, with another one, your thong joined it. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in a tight hug, as he sat you down carefully on the verge of his bed. He started kissing all of your body. He stopped once he arrived on your boobs, licking and nibbling at your nipples, leaving small love bites under one of them, as you exhaled in short breath in response. A soft moaning provocated by him kissing down your stomach. The coldness of his breath shocked you as he came close to your cunt, the wetness of it becoming cold when his breath reached it, before starting to kiss right above it, around it.
“Steve.” You whimpered, looking down at him, biting your lips as he looked up at you, a smile dedicated to you.
“You look so angelic.” He answered. “I wonder if you’ll sound it too.” He teased, right before his lips started to eat you out.
A sharp moan escaped your lips, as the warmth of his mouth invaded you, he knew exactly how to move your tongue, your hips already moving as he fucked you with his tongue. Your mouth was becoming dry, your lips parted as you couldn’t stop moaning, begging, or simply just whimpering with no sound. Your whole body felt on fire, starting with the way Steve made you feel, reaching to your lips where you wanted to be touched.
“Love…” You managed to whisper, smiling when you saw the way he did once he heard you. “I need you.” You cried out, happily when you saw him climb on top of you, kissing you senseless as you could taste your sweetness on his lips.
“Where?” He groaned out, as his hand caressed your whole body, too busy kissing every inch of your skin he could.
“Everywhere.”
He took that as an invitation, you felt the way one of his fingers opened you up, slowly. You did the same with him. Your hand wrapped around his cock once again, you were going at the same pace, if he fingered you harder, or faster, you did the same.
Until you couldn’t take it anymore. You really needed him.
“I really need you, Stevie.” He nodded, and left one more kiss on your lips.
He grabbed you by the waist, pulling your body in the middle of the bed. He took his cock, his fingers brushing yours, as he searched for your wet entrance. The first thrust was always the best one.
His body relaxed instantly, and so did yours. You melted into one, a release was made, he was inside, and once he looked you in the eyes, a is this okay? that you answered with a sincere smile and a nod.
He went in again. And again. And again. Your legs parting with every movement, wrapping around his waist, his body sinking deeper into yours.
“You feel… fuck.” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Your waist pulling up with his latest thrust, he could tell his dick was exactly in the right place, your walls closing down on him.
Light touches traveled down his back, as your fingers searched where to grab him, needing him deeper, wanting him more than you ever had.
He understood.
He grabbed your leg, pulling it up so it would rest on his shoulder. A cocky smile escaped his lips as he saw you groan with pleasure when he hit deeper, and harder.
He didn’t stop, the noise his body left when it hit you was engraving itself on your brain. It wasn’t the only thing.
From now on, when you close your eyes you can see Steve like that, enamored by you, his eyes only shining for you, his pretty girl.
“Keep making that sound, please.” He begged, once he started to hear the way you were running out of breath, trying to say his name.
“Steve, Steve I’m…”
“I know, honey, me too.” He whimpered, as he continued.
You wanted him to finish inside.
So your legs wrapped tightly around him, your nails burying deep in his skin, begging for him to stay doing the exact same thing. He kissed you again, and again. His wet kisses on your skin only made you even more overstimulated.
“Honey I’m-” You shut him up with a kiss, your right hand pulling his hair closer to you.
“Come, inside. Please.” It was the begging that did it for him.
Or maybe it was seeing you, your skin fleshed in pretty tones of pink, hair messed up by him, begging for him, needing him that made him a goner. He pressed tightly his body against yours, and came, as you had been doing for a while now.
His weight over your becoming a warm blanket. You stayed like that for a second, him still inside of you, as you cuddled on top of his sheets.
And the same question on both of your heads.
What now?
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Leashed — Stanford Pines x GN!Reader
hey guys haha i havent posted a proper fic in a while so here, this one is super embarrassing though please dont look at me 😭
Warnings: NSFW Content, Petplay, Puppyplay, BDSM, Dom!Stanford, Sub!Reader, P in V Sex, Mild Breeding - MDNI.
Stanford has always been an adventurous man, so it comes to the surprise of absolutely no one that it translates over into the bedroom as well. You match his pace incredibly well, springing new ideas and scenarios on him whenever possible. He’s always been willing to give new things a shot, so long as it’s safe and so long as it’s you.
Currently busy scribbling away in his journal he completely misses the sound of the rusty elevator doors creaking open, followed by your footsteps on the dusty lab floor.
You sidle over to him and drape your arms around his shoulders, pressing your head against the side of his throat which causes him to stiffen against your touch.
“Hey.” You smile and Ford immediately relaxes at the sound of your voice, setting his pen down on the table. He brings a hand up to brush the side of your face, stroking your jaw gently with his thumb.
“Hello.” He leans into you, a smile breaking out on his usually stoic face. “What do you need, my dear?”
You hum thoughtfully for a moment, carding your fingers through his messy hair and mussing it further.
“I got some stuff today.” Ford perks up a little at your words, brows raising slightly. “I, uh, wanted to try something new. In the bedroom.”
He turns his chair so that he’s facing you, causing you to stumble a little, but he reaches an arm out to steady you before you can fall. His arm comes to rest around your waist, pulling you gently closer as he looks up at you with big, curious eyes.
“Oh? Color me intrigued.” A small grin appears on his face, awaiting your response. You pull out of his touch and motion for him to follow you, which he does, standing and closing his journal to wander after you.
“I put it upstairs. I hope it’s not too weird.” You give a sheepish smile as the two of you board the elevator, and he places a hand flat on your back to comfort your fears.
“Darling, I’ve seen almost everything in and out of this dimension.” He chuckles, rubbing your back gently. “I highly doubt that it’s too weird.”
You both exit the elevator and you tug him along to your shared bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you and rushing excitedly over to the box sitting on your bed. A soft laugh escapes him as you quickly beckon him over.
“Excited, are we?” He sits down next to you on the bed, looking at the closed box. You nod, flashing a grin and opening the box to rifle through it.
He watches intently as you pull out the few items, tilting his head to the side curiously. You hold up a beautiful deep red and black collar with a matching metal chain leash, almost the same color as his sweater. He blinks a few times, raising an eyebrow and you swear you can hear the cogs turning in his brain.
“I thought it might spice things up a little.” You look away embarrassedly. “I could, uh, wear it.”
“You… want me to treat you like a dog?” He tilts his head adorably, clearly attempting to understand better.
“Essentially.” You nod, and he hums in thought.
“I think I can give it a shot.” He leans closer to press a kiss to your forehead and you give a big, dumb smile.
You lean back to slip the collar on with a satisfying ‘click!’ sound, adjusting it so that it's tight enough but not suffocating you. It presses comfortably against your trachea, with just the right amount of pressure to make you more than a little hot and bothered. You reach back into the box to grab one more item, Ford watching curiously as you pull out a gag.
“I also got this, but we don’t have to use it if you don’t want t-”
“No, wear it.” Stanford cuts you off, almost flustering himself with the quickness of his objection. His face reddens almost immediately, and he clears his throat. “If you’d like to, of course.”
You grin, fidgeting with the harness of the gag in your hands. It’s a beautiful carmine color, with black leather straps accompanying it.
“Should I undress?” You look up at him, and he hums thoughtfully.
“Everything but your underwear,” Stanford responds after a moment, clearly already thinking up a plan. You love that expression he has, when he’s thinking hard about something. When his eyebrows furrow and his eyes cast upwards absently.
Without a second thought, you set the gag down and stand to remove your shirt, pulling it upwards and casting it to the floor. He looks mildly awestruck — as he usually does when you’re undressed — and shamelessly stares at your torso with a dumb grin.
You shyly look away, fidgeting with your pants button awkwardly. He chuckles, scooting to the edge of the bed and reaching out to hold your hips with both hands. All twelve fingers come to rest on your hips, pulling you slightly closer.
“Don’t be so shy, darling.” He purrs, hands running inwards towards your abdomen and unbuttoning your pants with steady movements. “You know I love seeing you.”
A small blush creeps onto your face, accompanied by a flustered smile. He carefully unzips your pants and eases them down your thighs, nudging your legs apart ever so slightly to get them off easier whilst trying not to make you fall over at the same time.
You step out of your now discarded jeans and fidget with your hands, unsure what to do with them. Stanford leans closer and wraps a hand around the shiny metal chain clipped to the collar, pulling your head down roughly - but not painfully - so that you’re face to face with him. You make a sort of yelp noise, stumbling slightly but catching yourself before you can fall.
“Before we do this, I want to ensure your safety.” He says almost matter-of-factly, looking up at you. “If you need to tap out, just give two or three taps anywhere on my body, since you won’t be able to speak. If you’re unable to reach my body, hit the floor, or the bed.”
“Yessir.” You smile and nod, and he relaxes visibly, getting back into the persona of dominance.
“Can I put this on you now?” He reaches to the side to grab the gag, lifting it and holding it in front of your face. You give a shy nod, and he lets go of the chain to wrap the harness around your head with both hands. “Open, sweetheart.”
You realize after a minute that he’s asking you to open your mouth. Almost instantaneously after realizing it, you open your mouth so that your teeth are showing, tongue pressed flat against the bottom to accommodate for the gag. He hums, placing it gently in your mouth and reaching around to buckle it.
“Too tight?” He asks, and you make a muffled sound as if trying to respond before shaking your head. He laughs quietly, placing a hand on top of your head to give a few gentle strokes. “Good. Now, what should I do with you?”
You know it’s a rhetorical question, and he likely already knows what he’s going to do, but that doesn’t stop you from making a small whine.
“Aww,” he cooes, bringing the hand on your head down to your chin to give it a few affectionate scratches, “poor puppy doesn’t know what to do.”
You whine again, embarrassment slowly fading as he gets more into the roleplay. He hums in thought for a moment, toying with the chain dangling from your neck.
“How about this; get on your knees for me.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You’re on the floor almost immediately in front of him, knees pressed against the floor while you kneel.
You awkwardly hold your arms to your sides, unsure what to do with them, before Ford takes one and lifts it so that your arm is curled against your chest.
“Paws up, puppy.” Ford commands and you immediately bring your other hand up to match. “Good.”
He pats your head a few times, ruffling your hair while his other hand holds the chain. He gets that thoughtful expression on his face again, this time though, he holds eye contact with you, looking affectionately at you.
“Hmm.. let’s try this. Lay down.” He says after a moment of silence. You blink up at him, registering the command and attempting to execute it.
You scoot back slightly, placing your hands on the floor and laying on your stomach with your legs tucked underneath you. Ford makes an affectionate sound, reaching down to ruffle your hair again.
“Good puppy! Now, let’s try something harder… Roll over.” His voice is sweet and smooth in a way you’ve never heard before - he must be getting really into this.
You shift upwards slightly before ducking your head down, rolling over onto your back and keeping your arms curled up against your chest like a dog. He smiles, getting up off the bed to kneel next to you.
“What a good little pup, so obedient.” He reaches out a hand and places it flat on your belly, giving a couple of affectionate strokes. You arch your back upwards without question, and he chuckles. “Aw, does my puppy like tummy rubs?”
You make a drawn-out whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He laughs and inches his hand lower, just barely brushing beneath the waistband of your underwear. You wiggle your hips up into his touch and he draws his hand away, tutting at you.
“Not yet, pup. I have one more trick for you. Then you’ll get a treat.”
You give him a hopeful look, tilting your head to the side and he hums fondly, although his eyes glint with a certain mischief that you just barely miss.
“Beg.” Comes his short command, and you look confused for a second. The gag in your mouth made it impossible to speak, and he snickers at your expression. “C’mon, puppy. Don’t you want that reward?”
You whimper around the gag and he gives an encouraging nod. Realizing he doesn’t want you to beg like a person, you shamelessly begin whining and whimpering, looking up at him with big puppy-dog eyes. When he looks unfazed, you try harder, eyebrows furrowing as you huff and cry as best you can.
“There you go.” Ford grins, grabbing the collar and pulling up slightly. You follow his lead, sitting up and looking at him, waiting ever-so-patiently for that reward.
He leans closer to press a kiss to the crown of your head, running the hand not currently occupied by the chain through the hair on the nape of your neck. He tugs the chain a little bit, standing and sitting on the bed.
“Up.” He pats the bed next to him, and you hop up without a second thought. He suddenly grasps the edges of his sweater, pulling it up and over his head before turning to you. “On your hands and knees.”
You’re too far in to even be embarrassed at this point, willingly getting on your hands and knees in front of him. He grins, slipping off those clunky boots he always insists on wearing and crawling onto the bed behind you.
You startle slightly as his hands grab your hips roughly, pulling you back into him. An outright moan rips through the gag as you feel him pressed against you - he’s completely hard in his slacks.
“Still want that reward?” Stanford asks, rubbing soothing circles into your hips with his thumbs. What a gentleman.
You nod feverishly, grinding your ass back onto his now prominent erection which prompts a hiss from Ford. He nods, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and all but yanking them down. You yelp quietly, and he laughs, leaning back to shuffle out of his pants and boxers.
“So wet. You really like this, huh puppy?” He palms your ass, spreading you apart for him, before running his thumb down the slit of your cunt. You jolt, whining pathetically around the gag and pushing your hips back into his hand.
He growls a little, a deep, primal sound that you’ve heard at least a hundred times at this point. You can’t see it, but he’s got a huge, almost feral, grin on his face.
The head of his cock bumps your entrance and you hiss, whining and clawing at the sheets as your front half collapses onto the bed, leaving you face down ass up for him. His grip on your hips is almost bruising as he eases his cock into you, a low groan forcing itself from his lungs.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He growls through his teeth, self-restraint a thread away from breaking as his hips meet yours. You make a whiny gasp, feeling as though the air was just knocked from your chest.
He gives you the comfort of waiting for you to adjust, but his hands shake a little on your hips, obviously impatient.
“Ready, pup?” He asks through gritted teeth, the same feral grin splitting his face. You nod after a minute, clawing the sheets and pressing your hips back.
He reaches down to grab the chain, pulling it around your neck so that it’s facing him. You shudder a little at the movement, and, just as a precaution, Stanford leans down to ask a question before he starts moving.
“Remember the safe wor- err, action?” He massages your hip gently, referring to the earlier conversation and making sure you know you can back out if it gets too much.
You nod, pressing your hips back into his. He groans and draws his hips back slightly, snapping them suddenly forward and fucking a moan that’s downright pornographic out of you. One hand rests on your hip, the other white knuckle gripping the chain around your throat and pulling it gently with every thrust.
He fucks you like he’ll die if he stops, hips moving with a rhythm that should be impossible for his age, but you figure 30 years of dimension-hopping will make you at least a little more athletic. You can barely form a sentence at this rate, his cock pumping deep, ferocious stokes inside of you that make you feel dizzy.
The tip of his cock jams into a sweet spot and you see stars, crying out and clenching hard around him.
“Fuck-!” Stanford’s grip on your hips tightens, and he leans down to growl in your ear. “Right there, pup? Yeah?”
You make a whiny noise of confirmation and he laughs, angling his hips to keep hitting that spot. You’re not gonna last long at this point, and you know he’s not going to either.
It’s hard to warn someone you’re about to cum with silicone stuffed in your mouth, but you try anyways, whines getting louder and more desperate, and he seems to understand. He somehow fucks into you impossibly faster, reaching his own release along with you.
“Can I, fuck- can I cum inside of you?” His voice is almost akin to a plea, and are you to deny him such a request? He did ask nicely, after all.
You nod your head again, emphasizing with a muffled whimper. His eyes screw shut and his head tilts back as he thrusts a few more times, stilling suddenly as he reaches his peak, stuffing your cunt full of hot cum and making a noise that sounds straight out of a porno.
You cry out and gasp, shaking and clenching around him as he haphazardly fucks you through your orgasm, making sure you reach it too. It’s like fireworks go off inside your brain and you’re certain you’ve never cum this hard before, pleasure sparking up your spine as the coil in your belly finally snaps.
You both take a good while to come down, panting and shaking a little as he rubs gently up and down your back. He pulls out eventually, making you whimper softly from the overstimulation.
He sits next to you as you lifelessly flop over onto the bed, hands still twitching from the intensity of your orgasm. He reaches over to remove the gag, unhooking the buckle and pulling it out of your mouth.
“Bleeugh,” a thick line of saliva drips from your mouth and onto the bed, “…sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Stanford chuckles, placing the gag down on the nightstand after wiping it off with a tissue. “We can wash the sheets later.”
He rolls over and pulls you into his arms, throwing the blanket over you both and reaching over to unbuckle the collar so that you don’t suffocate in your sleep. He puts that on the nightstand as well, before cuddling up to you and pulling you into his chest.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, dear.” He smiles, carding a hand through your hair. “I enjoyed myself as well, although I’m fairly certain my back will be sore for a while.”
“Thank you for indulging me.” You laugh, snuggling into him.
“Anything for you, my dearest.”
It doesn’t take long for you both to drift off, the night's events being entirely exhausting for both of you, and you’re both sure you discovered something new about yourselves.
Thank you as always for reading, and i hope you enjoyed <3
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Stress Management (Carmy Berzatto x Reader)
Rating: Explicit, MDNI🔞 (~700 words)
Summary: Carmy comes home from work so stressed he can hardly think. When he gets home, he sees his partner on the couch, and something clicks. He needs them, and it needs to happen now.
Content Tags: oral (v), rough sex, loud sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, they/them reader, afab reader
A/N: Had this sitting in my drafts, so I spruced it up a bit. Stressed guy like Carmy needs some SERIOUS relief… enjoy <3
Carmy feels like breaking something.
His ears are ringing, listening to echoes of screams at work that refuse to fade away. His body is tight with tension, and all he can think about is seeing them.
He needs to see them.
He almost slams the door open in a rush to get home. They’re laying on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, hair splayed on on the cushions. They perk up when they hear him entering.
“Carmy!” They chirp, smiling like the sun, and upon seeing his face, it grows serious. “Everything ok?”
“Work fucking sucked,” he mutters irritably. He’s walking briskly over. They’re finally right in front of him.
“Do you wanna ta—“ they’re halfway through their sentence before Carmy pulls them into a bruising, wet kiss.
“I want to eat you out, and then fuck you a couple times,” Carmy says lowly when he pulls back. Their kissed lips are parted in surprise. “Then I’ll tell you about today. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s okay,” they agree without hesitation, and he immediately pulls their underwear off.
With two forceful hands, Carmy spreads their legs wide by the inside of their thighs before swooping his head down between them. He wastes no time in bullying their clit with his tongue, using the tip to push it out and into his mouth. He starts sucking their clit immediately, cheeks hollowing at the tightness, and they keen.
Their moans are sweet and sharp like a strong mixed drink, and he’s intoxicated on the noise. He knows how messy he’s being, spit stains already dripping onto the couch cushions, but it doesn’t matter at all.
He sucks their clit in a brutal rhythm so quick that they come quickly, wetting themself on his chin pushed into their cunt. He relishes in the feeling of them covering his face, of their twitching clit between his sucking lips. And because he doesn’t want to bother, he pulls back, shoving his pants and underwear off just enough to get his hard cock out. Without any prep, he lines up and pushes in as they ride out the last couple waves of their orgasm. They make a wounded noise, a guttural moan.
“Carmy—fucking, shit—“ They’re gasping for air, hands scrambling to hold onto him as he starts pounding into them. They’re so wet from their orgasm, but still so deliciously tight.
“Be good and take it, just fucking take it,” Carmy whispers, leaning in close to them, and they whimper helplessly.
He remembers the anger from work, the frustration coursing through his body like lightning, the rage jetting from his ears like steam. He thinks about it every-time he fucks forward, slamming his hips against theirs, every time he thrusts brutally into their tight, stretching pussy.
“You’re coming, aren’t you? Why aren’t you letting me hear it?” Carmy asks. Their palm’s covering their mouth when they come for the first time on his cock, and he pries it off by grabbing their wrist and pinning it. They don’t try to cover their mouth again, instead just moaning so loud the next apartment over is bound to complain. “Fuck, th-that’s good. That’s better. I love, fuck, hearing you like this, always gotta let me hear you, gonna make me come—“
He makes them come one more time on his cock before he finishes inside them. Or maybe it was just an extension, instead just one really long orgasm—he wasn’t quite able to tell. They cry through it, weeping and moaning into the crook of his neck. They’re ruined, undone by the release of his pent up frustration.
He closes his eyes and listens to them cry out as he comes hard in their pussy. Their come dribbles down his shaft and the curve of his tightened balls. It’s so good it almost hurts, the pleasure acute and overwhelming. It’s like breaking a high fever, filling the gauge on a thermometer until it shatters.
“Carm…” Their voice is scratchy from how loudly they were moaning. They’re both coming down, panting in each other’s arms. Their tired arms connect behind his back under his shoulders. “Don’t pull out yet…”
“Mm, okay,” he murmurs, softening cock warmed by their wet pussy. Besides, there’d be a bigger mess if he pulled out. He wraps his arms around them and kisses their sweaty forehead. “You did so good, baby. Took me so well, just what I needed.”
And it’s true. He doesn’t even remember what made him so mad in the first place.
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zaun (part three of attention)
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rays of sunshine creep through the tiny cracks of your blinds, waking you up from your deep slumber. the moment you open your eyes, you let out a groan of annoyance. what’s worse is it hurts when you swallow, you feel a slight throbbing in your head, and you feel sluggish. you think that you might be sick. just in time, your alarm clock screams. a slam of your hand shuts it up: shut up, im already up. you force yourself out of bed and opt for a quick shower– grabbing your towel and necessities, you walk to your bathroom. thanks to your shampoo and soap, you manage to smell like lavender and vanilla; a scent youve always adored.
stripping your clothes, you step under the showerhead and turn it on– letting the cold water hit your somehow hot body. im gonna run a fever, arent i. you grumble in irritation, but you focus on the water hitting you, pondering about your interaction with sevika. now that you think about it, its been a couple of days since her last visit. a single question runs into your mind: maybe i should go to zaun again, it is my day-off.
youve made up your mind, you’ll explore the city.
laying out clothes on your bed, picking your choice of outfit; black cargo pants paired with black shirt, layered with a coat, and black boots– cant forget your trusty dagger. you check your watch and you figure you’d be there in a couple of minutes. with one final look at yourself in the mirror, you head out.
the bustling city fills all your senses, i probably wont get used to this. this time, you fully take in zaun– kids playing on the streets, drunkards already drinking, elders talking to each other, everyone seems lively today you thought. putting your hands in your pockets, you turn into an alleyway. markus was right, curiosity will get you killed. while walking, you see a child crying in his grandmother's arms and of course, you being a nosy woman, listened to them.
“but grandma,” he wails out, “i really love that radio. why’d they have to destroy it?”
his grandma rubs his head comfortingly, “hush now, ill buy you a new one.”
you know that look in her eyes, that guilt and regret swimming in her eyes: she wont be able to buy one. look, you werent always a piltie, but that story can be told another time. absentmindedly, your feet bring you to them. you were only snapped back to reality when you hear her ask.
“what do you want? we dont have anything anymore.” the elder hisses out.
you raise your arms, “im not here to take anything, im here to see if i can fix your radio.”
what?
“what?”
this is what i get for being nosy, “i know a few things about ‘em.”
but the twinkle in the boy’s eyes, his sniffles quieting down, and hugging his grandma tighter? you had to do something.
“r-really?” he’s a timid little kid.
you slowly kneel beside them, “yeah, kid. ill try to fix it, cant promise you though.”
you take a look around their house– its small and messy, considering theyre living in an alley, you cant judge. tools that you can use are tucked away in a box in the corner, thinking theyre good enough. seeing that youre eyeing them, the kid hurriedly brings you the box. thanking him, you carefully grab the radio; its old, and run-down, but it works. using a flathead, you disassemble it.
“its not broken, luckily.” you take a glance at the two, “the screws are loose, so you just have to tighten them again.”
you turn it on once you assemble it back to its original form, a small smile creeps into your face as you hear static before hearing voices.
the grandma brings out her waller, “how much do i need to pa–”
“dont mind,” you stand up to interrupt her, “its my day off.”
her face shows gratitude but her eyes show seriousness, “dont give kindness here easily, kid.”
your eyebrows furrow, confused by her comment. you could only offer them a nod before making your way deeper into the alleyway, relieved you could fix the radio. before turning, you hear the kid yell a thank you which makes you chuckle. but your victory is cut short when you hear a fight going on. your instincts turning on, you put your back against the wall and take a peek behind it.
its sevika. and shes not looking good. her arm isnt working, she’s outnumbered: she looks like she’s about to pass out. debating whether you should help, you watch for a few seconds. one man was about to punch her but you quickly jumped in to block it. her eyes met yours almost immediately, however, you ignored her and put yourself between her and them.
“you shouldnt be here, pretty little thing.” the middle guy snarled.
you only stare at them, “i really dont give a fuck. like, at all.”
guess that pissed him off because he quickly charges at you but you trip him and stepped aside to give him to sevika, seeing the vulnerable man heading her way, she quickly uses her right hand to punch him in the face. on the other side, you were dealing with two guys. one rushes to throw a fist but you evade by ducking and giving the other man a punch in the liver: a body shot, he crumbles down to his knees– giving you the chance to deal with the other.
“lousy,” you comment, jabbing him and hitting his nose, “weak, unfocused, poor execution.”
with every insult, you land hit after hit. he bares his yellow teeth at you while holding his bloody nose and mouth. you feel arms around your torso– throwing your lower body in the air and forcibly throwing yourself down, you make the clingy man stumble forward– hitting his buddy. your gaze goes back to sevika and you see her getting pinned to the wall. quickly grabbing your dagger, you make your way to them and slash the back of his knees, making him let go of her. sevika pants but lands a hit to his jaw– knocking him out cold.
you turn to look at the other two, only to see their back turned against you, already running away. cowards. hearing her groans and labored breathing, you turn around and help her up– putting her arm around your shoulder and trying to support her weight.
“i didnt need your help,” sevika grunts out.
you sneer back, “sure, sure. you look like you were winning actually.”
she tries to escape your hold but right now, you are much stronger than her. you scold her and force her to hold onto you.
“dont play with me right now, sevika. my head is already hurting,” you warn her.
sevika huffs out, “just this once. i have a safe house somewhere around here, its not far.”
scared that she was gonna bleed out, you briskly walk, but still gently handling her. after a few minutes, you reach an abandoned building. she leads this time. this place is a goddamn maze, the smell of wood and cigarette brings you back to reality, the door to her safe house opening.
you take in the sight, you snort at the messy place. she limps to sit on her couch, letting you close and lock the door. you rush to her to assess her injuries: bruises, cuts, and a wound that would probably need stitches.
“you got a kit?” you ask but youre already rummaging through her things.
she snorts, “bathroom, lower cabinet.”
making a beeline for it, you hurriedly walk to her bathroom. seeing the kit, you let out a breath of relief and grab yourself a few ointments and a wet cloth. you go back to her and she looks like she’s really about to pass out. your voice wakes her up, making her stare at you.
“this is gonna sting,” you prepare the stitch to start.
she dismisses your comment with a wave of her bloody hand, “this is nothing.”
only breaths and occasional groans from her fill the quiet room, giving your entire focus to finishing her stitch. snipping the thread, you move on to clean her wounds with the wet cloth you grabbed earlier– dabbing and rubbing the blood away, sevika lets the calming action take over her. too tired and worn out to complain. roughly twenty minutes pass and you finally reach her face; taking a moment to stare at her, your eyes roam from her eyebrows, down to her nose, and travel down to stare at her lips.
“you done starin’ at me?” though her eyes are still closed, you figure she mightve felt your gaze.
warm cloth meets her skin, “wasnt staring at you, i was starin’ at your wounds, asshat.”
she suddenly grabs you by the waist to pull you to her, your hands landing on her chest to steady yourself.
“what are you doing.” red paints your ears.
she chuckles lowly, a sound that makes you want to rub your thighs together, “im only making it easier for you.”
“actually, this is harder for me,” you manage to blur out, “stupid.”
you attempt to pull away but her hold only tightens around you. sevika finally opens her eyes to look at you and you realize: blood loss.
she looks intently at you, slowly leaning in and putting her nose into your throat– inhaling your scent. you flush at this, the redness covering your entire face now. sevika drags her nose up to the side of your neck, finding your pulse; youre scared she’s gonna feel how fast its pulsing. your hand grips her bicep, feeling the muscle and how solid her body is. your eyes shut as her nose travels up your jaw, her lips just grazing your skin.
“you shouldnt have come back here,” she whispers out.
you didnt know it was possible to be closer to her but she grounded you on her crotch– making you straddle her. she pushed you down into her, emitting a throaty groan from her. you, on the other hand, are breathless, you cant think properly, your ears are ringing, and your hands are shaking. she kisses your jaw, resulting in you opening your eyes.
your hand that’s holding the cloth squeezes between the two of you and positions itself on her forehead to push her away. her head lolls back as she finally sleeps. Ignoring the fire in your abdomen, one thought crosses your mind: fuck, that did things to you.
note: finally building tension
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Sorry... Not Sorry
Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Smoking, Male masterbation, Drug and Booze use, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected sex, Orgasm denial, Dirty talk, Language
Summary: You work with the boys to fulfill Butchers mission. Your family, like MM's, were killed by Soldier Boy. The only difference, you aren't mad about it. Your family was terrible and you constantly suffered at their hands. When you all find Soldier Boy, you offer to be his babysitter, only your attraction for the older supe might be too strong to fight.
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He escaped you in Russia, only to track him to The Legend's house. You aren't a supe so for the most part you hang back when they go fight. Butcher always had a soft spot for you.
When it comes to Soldier Boy however, you willing volunteered to babysit the nuclear powered superhero. Everyone was reluctant at first. You're the youngest of the group, but you weren't backing down. Not this time.
Eventually Butcher agreed, which led you here. Some old man's house who wants to relive the glory days. Any other day I would pretend to listen, just not today. I am on a mission.
I walk towards the room The Legend informed me he would be in. Whatever I was expecting to find on the other side of the door, orgy, some chick giving him head, was not what I found.
His back was facing the door when I opened the handle. Wildly designed silk robe hiding his body from my lust filled eyes. Leg proped up on the bed frame. His whole body moving as he grunts from the pleasure his hand was providing his dick.
A very well endowed dick if I remember Russia correctly.
My body begins to heat, my underwear quickly becoming damp from my own private show, breathing coming in fast shallow pants.
Forgetting he had super hearing, Soldier Boy rips a surprised gasp from me when he speaks into the quiet room, "I can practically smell your sopping cunt from here Pretty Girl."
He doesn't turn or even stop his movements. Though you do notice he has slowed to a lazy rhythm. No longer chasing a quick orgasm.
Closing the door behind you you take one step at a time towards the powerful man infront of you. A man who I'm positive can spit me in half with one powerful thrusts into my heat.
Oh what a way to die.
By now you're standing right behind him fighting the urge to touch him. In a blink of an eye he swings around to come face to face with me.
We are in the middle of a staring contest. Him wondering my next move. Me wondering if I even have the nerve to follow through with anything.
Now or never I guess. This is one way to thank him for saving me. I know he hurt a lot of people and is the ultimate asshole, but to me he's a hero.
With a wave of bravery rushing through my veins, I step up and wrap my hand around his huge cock. My tiny hand barely touching as I begin to slide it up and down his shaft.
Soldier Boy throws his head back from the contact. Long, messy hair shining as te sun hits him just right. What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through it. I know I've got him when I hear a deep moan leave his kissable lips.
"Been a long time since a beauty such as yourself has touched me, Doll."
I still can't speak. His husky voice drips of honey when he's aroused, eye's that were once shining green are now hooded and black with lust. The man's beautiful on any given day, but when he's in a stage of bliss, he's breathtaking.
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Strong, long, thick fingers move rapidly inside me as Soldier Boy brings me to the edge again. Pistoling straight into my g spot repeatedly.
"You're stunning when you're fucked out and frustrated, Doll." He removes his fingers from my soaked core, bringing them to his mouth before sucking them clean. My pussy clenching around nothing.
"Mmm... taste sweet." Rolling on top of his naked body I rub my wet center up his length while sinking my tongue into his mouth. Stunned for a moment from surprise before he begins to kiss me back... hard.
Breaking away I lift my body and grab his leaking cock before impaling myself on his perfect dick.
I was right, he's going to split me in half. It burns as he stretches me to my limit. Never had a cock this good. I can feel every vein as I slipped farther down his shaft.
Bottoming out I stay still waiting for my body to adjust. Feeling my velvet walls flutter around him as they fight to accept his size. He shifts slightly sending electricity shooting through my body, another wave of arousal soaks his dick.
"Soldier Boy..."
Laughing he leans up, wrapping a strong arm protectively around my waist as he kisses me sweetly. "Sweetheart I'm balls deep in your sopping cunt right now, pretty sure you can call me Ben." Then he thrusts into me, hitting my cervix.
"Ben..." is all I can moan as he takes control of my body.
"That’s my Pretty Girl. Scream it baby, my names never sounded so sweet before."
His pace quickens sending me into my first orgasm. Clenching him so tight I'm amazed he can still move as he fucks me through it. "Squeezing my cock so good."
Ben watches where our bodies are join, "this pussy is drooling Doll. Making such a pretty mess of my dick." I tighten around him, "oh fuck yes..."
"Got one more in there for me baby girl." It wasn't a question. He brings his rough hands to my bundle of nerves and starts to vigorously rub me there.
My orgasm build fast and hard. Just as I'm think I'm about to be thrown over the edge a new sensation comes over me, "shit... Ben you have to st.. stop. I.. I think I'm go.. going to pee."
He doesn't listen. If anything the statement makes him feral as he double downs his efforts. Then it happens. My body let's go, vision goes white as I scream his name as loud as I can before slumping into his chest.
What feels like hours goes by, but I'm sure it's minutes, before I feel someone gently finger my pussy. Whimpering I hear a dark chuckle beside me.
"That was fucking hot Doll." Ben holds me to his chest as he lazily plays with my pussy and our mess, "I'm far from done with you, sleep for now."
"You should have known better than to try and tease me. Best damn pussy I've had... just might have to keep you now." He gently bites my ear lope.
Through my blessed out haze I weakly smile before whispering, "Sorry... not sorry."
I fall asleep in his warm embrace with his laughter as my lullaby and his fingers bringing small waves of pleasure every once in a while.
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valentine's day || frankie morales
AO3 || MASTERLIST
pairing : frankie morales x f!reader
summary : you and frankie’s anniversary just happens to be on valentine’s day. even though you have to work today, frankie makes sure everything is set up to go perfectly when you come home.
tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, lots and lots of kissing, frankie is sickeningly sweet and gives you princess treatment, reader wears lingerie, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex (practice safe!!), multiple orgasms, praise kink, nicknames (so many nicknames…), lots of talking, coming together, creampie, little bit of sweet aftercare
WC: 6k (idk what happened to me…)
a/n : this is only briefly proofread so apologies for any errors or things that sound a little silly !! happy valentine’s day everyone 🫶
Your alarm wakes him up before it wakes you. The sound of the unoffending yet still dreadful beeping softly fills your consciousness but is quickly shut off. You hear some motion from the bathroom, still mostly asleep, and mere minutes later are greeted by sweet kisses to your neck and cheek, a hefty hand tracing your soft figure.
You slowly stir awake, kisses being oh so gently peppered across your face as you stretch to get your blood flowing again. You relax, open your eyes, and see Frankie, still sleepy-eyed but looking down sweetly at you.
“Good morning,” you say with as much of a smile as you can while still waking up.
“Good morning,” he says, matching your sleepy grin. “Happy anniversary, mi amor.” He leans down to kiss you. You melt into his soft lips, so soft that you think you might still be dreaming.
“Happy anniversary,” you say when he finally breaks away.
You and Frankie’s anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day, and you insist every year that he doesn’t need to do much, if anything, for you, but he does not take “no” for an answer. After the third year, you gave up your effort realizing that he was going to spoil you one way or another. You also gave up on finding any gifts for him (at his request -- nay, his command, basically) because, Your smile is enough, amor. And these hips, too, he’d flirt.
“Five years, huh?” you ask him, pure affection sparkling in both of your eyes.
“Why, are you sick of me already?” he jokes, eyebrows raised worriedly.
You laugh and shake your head, stretching some more with your arms reaching up to the ceiling. “Ugh, it should be a crime that I have to work today,” you say, arms crashing back down on the bed.
“I know, love.” he chuckles, gently rubbing your belly and kissing your forehead. “But hey, we still have all evening to celebrate,” he says playfully, smirking and nudging you a bit. You breathe a laugh, sitting up and getting your bearings before making your way to the bathroom to get ready.
Frankie gets up, too, making his way to the kitchen instead to make you breakfast before you start your day. He’s surprisingly quite the cook, and he knows you love it when he makes french toast. No one can make it like you do, Frank, you tell him. But this time, he uses a cookie cutter to make little hearts for you, frying them up perfectly as he does, and serving them all pretty for you.
You emerge from the hallway, hair barely halfway dry from a quick shower. It’ll look fine when I pull it up, you think as you towel dry it as best you can. You already smell the sweet cinnamon filling the air and know he’s treating you today. As you enter the kitchen, he’s turned away at the stove, still in his t-shirt and boxers, crew socks adorning his feet and hair still messy from sleep. You watch him cook up a serving for himself and see your plate neatly set on the table for you already, complete with a glass of apple juice (he knows that’s your favorite, too) and the best strawberries in the container he had bought. When you look down, you see the heart shaped toast and smile, a warmth filling your entire chest.
“Little hearts?” you say endearingly and he turns over his shoulder to smile at you before resuming his cooking. He finishes plating his helping, not bothering to make it even half as pretty as yours, and you sit down to eat together.
“Mmm,” you hum as you take a bite, “How do you make them better and better every time?”
“A chef never reveals his recipes,” he says, taking a bite as well. “So, I was thinking maybe we can go get dinner at that Italian place you like? I’ll bring you to work and come pick you up later, too. What do you think, princess?”
“Yeah, that sounds nice,” you say, smiling back at him before meeting his gaze again. “Wait, what about my clothes? I’d have to come back and get ready.”
“Well, what if we got you something new? Consider it my present to you.”
“Frankie, you already do so much, I don’t need new clothes too--”
“Ahhh, ah, ah,” he cuts you off, waving one hand back and forth. “No querida, none of that. I’m taking you to get something pretty.”
You cock your head to the side and smile as if to say, That’s really sweet of you. “Thank you, baby,” you say as you take another bite of your breakfast. When you finish, Frankie cleans up his and your plates, planting a kiss to the top of your head as he walks by. He tosses them into the sink to clean later as you gather your things and head to the car.
“Bye, love,” Frankie calls as you get out of the car. “Have a good day,” he says, a smile adorning his face.
“See you later,” you say and blow him a kiss. He catches it and holds it to his heart before he drives away.
On his way home, he stops at a florist stand and sees that they’ve put out some new signs. One reads, “The Language of Flowers” next to another reading, “Build a bouquet!” Frankie studies the chart reading what each flower is supposed to mean, carefully picking out an arrangement that says exactly what he wants to say. He grabs a positively beautiful assortment of pink, white, yellow, and red flowers making sure to place them in the most appealing way before grabbing a container of rose petals, taking everything to check out, and heading to the next store.
Immediately upon entry into the apothecary a few doors down, he’s overwhelmed with smells and candles and soaps and lotions -- and he has no idea what to even look for.
“D’ya need some help?” a low voice calls from the counter.
Frankie looks up and chuckles, “Yeah, actually, that would be nice.”
“What are you lookin’ for?” the man asks, looking down at the bouquet in his hand . “I’m assuming something for your lady, hm?”
“Yeah, I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, really, but I wanted to surprise her. It’s actually our anniversary too and I want to make it special,” he says, blushing just a little.
“Well,” the man starts, “we’ve got a bunch of candles over here, small ones, big ones, anything you might want. And we’ve got some soaps and bath bombs over here. My wife, Tess, makes them all.”
Frankie smiles at that and asks, “And you help her sell?”
“Yeah, figure it’s the least I could do considering she makes it all. But anyway, if you need anything else, just holler.”
“Thank you so much,” he says before looking around the shop, taking inventory on all of the things he could buy. After smelling some candles and finding what he knows are your favorites, he finally decides what he wants and grabs everything he’ll need for later, checking out again and heading to the car to go back home.
Frankie lays his bags of goodies on the table and immediately gets to work around the house, starting with the dishes from this morning. He dries his hands and retrieves your laundry from the dryer to fold for you. Mid-folding, he pulls out a piece of cloth that he’s never seen before. He knows your clothes well (folding aside, countless times taking them off of you will do that) and he’s never seen this fabric before. As he unfurls the delicate garment, his jaw completely drops.
He holds up an intoxicatingly small and thin piece of lingerie, one he’s never seen before and his belly fills with heat. This has to be brand new, he thinks. She was gonna surprise me, huh? His jeans grow tight at the thought, unable to keep the fog from rolling in on his brain. He carefully lays it to the side for later and begins a futile attempt to push it out of his brain so he can finish the rest of this damned laundry.
Your phone dings at about 3:00.
Hey, baby. Let me know when you get off and I’ll be on my way. Love you ❤️
You smile and text back, I’ll be off in 30. Boss felt nice today 😊
Almost immediately, Frankie replies, I’ll be waiting, princess.
You blush and finish up your work as quickly as you can so you can touch up your makeup before Frankie picks you up. Just like he said, he’s waiting for you at the front of the parking lot ready to take you shopping. He’s absolutely beaming when he sees you approach, leaning over to kiss you tenderly when you hop into the passenger seat.
He pulls away asking, “Ready to go find something cute?”
“If you insist, loverboy,” you say with a smirk. He chuckles and shakes his head, pulling the car out of the lot and starting for the boutique you love.
You spend a while browsing the racks, accumulating an armful of dresses and one-pieces that catch your eye. Before you know it, your arm looks like it might as well be a rack itself with how much it's holding. “Here,” Frankie says, moving to grab the clothes, “let me take it, love.” You decide not to protest, but you finally make your way to a fitting room so he doesn’t have to carry any more.
It’s like your own little fashion show. With every outfit, you walk out of the curtains to your waiting boyfriend who looks absolutely dazed with everything you walk out in. But one particular dress has him sitting up a little different when you emerge.
“Oh, wow…” he mutters to himself, just barely loud enough for you to hear. You’re wearing a cute, short floral dress, a spring-y type, that isn’t even that fancy, really. But it's the way it hugs your figure perfectly, accentuating and complimenting every asset of your body that has Frankie all but salivating at the sight of you. You do a little spin for him, eyes coming to his face after the turn and seeing them almost glossed over.
“Do you like it?” you ask innocently.
He forces his eyes to meet yours and nods softly. “Yeah. Okay. I don’t need to see any more, that’s the one, hermosa,” he says as he stands up and walks towards you.
You laugh at his urgency and move to gather your things. Frankie pays and grabs everything but your purse from you as you make your way back to the car.
You get to dinner fairly early, parking the car at around 5:30. Frankie rushes out to open your door for you like the gentleman he is before taking you in his arm to walk into the restaurant. You sit at a beautiful little table decorated with a small fresh flower and a tealight candle, silverware and plates neatly set out already. Surprisingly, the restaurant is emptier than you thought it’d be.
“Love, how did you even get a reservation here?” you ask. “Don’t restaurants book up like months in advance for Valentine’s Day? We only decided to come this morning.”
Frankie laughs to himself for a moment before he confesses, “I did book this months in advance, I just didn’t tell you.” You reach over and lightly smack his hand and he laughs. He really did think of everything.
The rest of dinner goes wonderfully. You order your favorite dish and it’s cooked perfectly. Frankie gets a bottle of wine for the table, you joke and laugh, he steals a kiss or two of your hand… everything is just truly perfect.
You leave the restaurant and decide to take a walk down to a little ice cream shop, open a bit later just for today. You each get a scoop and walk along a lakeside through a park nearby, Frankie’s arm draped around your waist, the other holding a mini ice cream cone, while you eat from your little cup.
“Thank you, Frankie,” you say, looking up briefly at his face. He looks down and smiles sweetly back at you. “Everything was so nice. Even though I had to work.”
He squeezes you a little tighter and kisses your forehead. You walk a little further before he jokes, “Well, I wasn’t gonna sit around and twiddle my thumbs all day, was I?” You chuckle and lean into him some more. “You ready to go back home, mi amor?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. The bed is calling to me. If you listen real close, you might be able to hear it too.”
“Okay, okay,” he laughs and you head back to the car.
Frankie’s hand is glued to your thigh the entire drive, just sitting there wanting to feel the warmth of your soft thighs peeking beneath the hem of your new dress, the one he already loves so much. His eyes are glued to the road, but yours are glued to him, watching as he rests one hand on the top of the wheel, checks his mirrors routinely, and relaxes into the motions of driving.
A warm puddle grows in your belly at the beautiful sight of him, spreading from right where he was rubbing you this morning as you woke up. You look down to your thigh and grab his hand. He glances over for a second and tries to responsibly divide his focus on the road and your hand guiding his slowly further and further up your leg, brushing the middle of your panties and spreading the slick gathering there to dampen them even more.
You hear him grunt softly under his breath at the feeling and the soft whimper that leaves your mouth, feeling his thick fingers brushing your clothed core.
“Amor, please… we’re almost home,” he begs. You whine as you roll your hips a little into his hand at him and he grunts again, trying to stifle it as best as he can.
“Since you planned everything, I'm sure you planned to fuck me too, hm?” you tease and fight the urge to plunge his fingers into your underwear and have him finger you right here, right now.
“Baby… you have no idea,” he teases as he starts to rub you over your underwear. You whine and lean back into the seat, your hips following the movement of his hand.
He takes his hand away as you pull into the driveway, getting out again to open your door for you. This time, he leans down and kisses you deeply, tongue knocking at your lips waiting to be welcomed inside your mouth. He grabs your hand to lead you inside, walking a little too fast and excitedly for you to keep up.
“Frankie, hang on a second--” you say, stumbling in your heels to keep up. He slightly fumbles with his keys for just a moment, playing it off well trying to hide his excitement. When he opens the door, you almost go weak as you gasp, hand up to your mouth taking in all that you see. “Oh, Frankie…”
Candles. Everywhere. Little ones sitting on the tables and lining the hallway, a small walkway of them leading directly to your bedroom. In between them, a sparse trail of rose petals acts like a bright neon sign saying “this way to the bedroom!”
He hugs you from behind, kissing your neck when he asks, “Do you like it?”
“Like it? Frankie this is too much, you really didn’t have to do all of this…”
“I had Pope stop by when we left the ice cream shop to light them all,” he says softly in your ear. “Go inside, I have one more thing to give you,” he says, pushing you slightly in the door. “Well, two things really, but only one that’s not at the end of this yellow brick road paved for you.”
He takes your hand guiding you to the kitchen where you see a beautiful bouquet of flowers dressing the table. You can tell he made it because of the seemingly random selection making up the bouquet. “Did you make this, baby?”
“I did,” he says, hugging behind you once again. “That flower shop in town had it set up. They had this cool chart, too. Apparently different flowers mean different things.”
“Oh?” you ask, looking around at him.
“Yeah. I took a picture of it so I wouldn’t forget.” He pulls out his phone for reference. “Look here,” he points, “this tulip right here is for love, of course. This one here is an apple blossom. It says it means ‘I prefer you before all.’”
You feel tears well up in your eyes as he continues, “This one, the lily, is for pure love. And the honeysuckle is for devoted affection--”
You turn around in one smooth motion and kiss him fervently, pressing yourself impossibly close to his lips, unable to control yourself as the love ignites like wildfire in your chest. His hands come up to your cheeks to hold you steady as he kisses you back, deeply and passionately. “And that last red one there, the fuschia…” he mumbles as he finally pulls you away and smiles. “That one means ‘I like your taste.’”
You kiss him again, legs already moving to your bedroom and you pull away, the two of you chasing each other down the hall like a couple of teenagers home alone for the first time.You follow the tealights and rose petals to your room, the door slightly ajar. And when you open it, there’s even more rose petals than before scattered across the floor and sprinkled on the bed. You see something folded at the edge, stepping closer only to stop in shock. “Oh my god... you did the laundry...?”
“I sure did, amor. Hey, this might be crazy but I found this thing in your batch that I’ve never seen before…” he teases, the smile on his mouth audible. You reach to pick it up and turn to face him. He looks back, smile fading and arms crossing when he says, “Are you cheating on me?”
You laugh and throw it at him. “You’re so stupid, Frankie!”
He laughs back and tosses it back to you. “Go on, amor, go put it on. I’ve been thinking about it all day, I wanna see it.”
You scurry over to the bathroom, garment in hand, to change. You slip it on -- it fits perfectly -- and fix your hair a little in the mirror. You can’t help but let out a giddy giggle before you turn to the door again.
When you come back into the bedroom, Frankie is already stripped down to his boxers, sitting at the edge of the bed. He looks up at you and you swear you can see his cock jump from where you’re standing. He nearly falls back onto the bed when you walk out, muttering something that you can’t quite make out. He beckons you over to him, his hands immediately connecting to your hips and tracing your figure. “Amor… mírate…” he purrs, his voice low and lustful.
You let his hands wander over your body, barely clothed by the lacy white lingerie adorning your body. He cups your boobs over the delicate fabric, the buds growing under his touch and a chill running down your spine.
“Frankie…” you moan, becoming putty in his palms.
He gently commands, “Lay on the bed for me. I need to taste you.”
You obey, switching positions with him as he stands and you crawl towards the head of the bed. You lounge there, knees spread as he crawls between your legs. His fiery touch like fireworks against your soft skin. He rubs the outsides of your thighs planting kisses leading up towards your middle, already soaking your brand new outfit.
He sees the wet spot there and kisses your core over the cloth, desperate to taste you. You moan at the softness, “Please, Frankie…”
He slowly… very, very slowly drags your panties off, reveling in the way you shiver when your wet heat meets the cold air of the room. “Good god…” he whispers, seeing the way you glisten in the dim light of the room. “So fucking wet…”
“Mhm…” you whimper, desperate to feel any part of him finally touch you.
Fighting every urge to dive straight in, he kisses the crease where your legs and hips meet… the lowest part of your belly right above your pussy… and each lip as you chase his mouth, desperately seeking him where you want him most.
He looks up at you, eyes completely black from lust, “Gonna let me treat you like a princess, hm? Be so good for me?”
You bite your lip at how hot he looks, inches from your middle and hair ever so slightly messy from taking off his clothes, waiting for you to answer him before he dives in. “Yes, so good for you, baby… need you so bad,” you whine and nod.
He keeps his eyes trained on yours as he lowers down, tongue sticking out as he licks a devastatingly slow and warm stripe up your center, drinking in all of you waiting for him. You throw your head back, eyes rolling as you moan and squirm under him. He starts slow, savoring every jolt and shiver and roll of your hips while his tongue dances in your folds.
“Yes, Frankie… feels so fucking good…” you cry. Your body subconsciously chases him, your thighs gently clamping his head as you grind on his tongue. Every rut up against his face makes him press into you harder and his tongue laps up every drop of you.
You gain the strength to look down at him again and he looks like he’s drowning, face completely buried within you, eyes closed and enjoying every second that he’s trapped between your legs. The sight of his hips gently and mindlessly driving himself into the mattress sends a flood of wetness through you and you flutter beneath his tongue. He feels it and moans against you, the vibration immediately sending another wave down there.
He pulls off for a short breath, “Fuck yes, baby… Such a good girl…”
You whimper at his praise and he gradually picks up speed, switching between broad, flattened strokes up your heat and focusing on your clit. His tongue draws pointed circles there and it sends electricity through your veins. You whine and writhe and moan as he eats you like a man starved, drinks you like he’s been stuck in a desert and you’re his oasis.
He moves down a little, focusing his mouth at your entrance. His nose is nestles perfectly against your clit as his tongue darts out into you, fucking you gently and moving his face side to side. “Oh my god, Frankie… yes, just like that…”
“Tastes so sweet, hermosa… fuck, you’re so gorgeous…” he moans into you. He feels you coming more and more undone on his mouth as you fight a losing battle to stay still underneath him. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread open but still letting you squeeze his face tight. He feels you get closer and closer but he slowly pulls off. You whine in protest looking at him with the most pitiful doe eyes he’s ever seen.
“Flip over,” he gently orders and you obey, turning and switching your weight to your knees and forearms. He grabs your waist and pulls you a little closer before his mouth is back on you, licking you from front to back and groaning into you. This angle makes it easier for his tongue to fuck into you, moving in and out and driving you fucking crazy. His hand snakes around your waist, fingers landing directly on your clit and drawing careful circles.
You fall closer to the bed still resting on your arms but relying on the strength of your shoulders to keep you from fully collapsing. “Oh my fucking god… right there, baby… please dont stop…” you beg.
“Gonna come for me, princess?... That’s it, all over my face, baby… Want it all…”
You back yourself up into his face without even realizing it, feeling the build up deep in your belly. You clench around his tongue and he moans, the vibration hurdling you closer and closer to your orgasm. “Yes, baby… fuck, I’m gonna come… right there… yes…”
“Let it go baby, let me feel you…” he says before picking up his unrelenting and intoxicating speed. All at once, it washes over you and you fully collapse onto the bed, back arching while you twitch and grind his face. He doesn’t let up, letting you ride out every last wave as he devours you until you pull away from him on the verge of overstimulation.
He leans back and wipes his completely drenched mustache and beard with the back of his hand. He looks breathless and blissful, but not as blissful as you, trying to get some strength back into your arms to hold yourself up, but Frankie puts his hand on your back pushing you down and grabs your legs to lay you completely flat. His giant hand rubs up your back, then he kisses a line down your spine feeling the goosebumps raise on your skin. “So good, princess. Such a good girl.” You whine at his praise again. “You like being my good girl, huh? Taking my tongue like that, doing just what I told you to do.”
You muster a weak, “Yes, Frankie… love it s’much…”
He cups your ass in his hands, “Wanna feel me all up in your belly now, baby?”
You can’t even answer him in words this time and pathetically whimper the equivalent of, Yes, please fill me up.
He rips off his boxers and grabs his cock, rock solid and already dripping, and he lines himself up with you, coating himself in the slick he didn’t drink up already and notches the fat tip at your entrance. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby… Gonna fit it all in there… so deep, huh?” He pushes the tip in as slow as he can before it slips in and you gasp at the feeling. He pushes in, inch by inch filling you up so perfectly… so fully… as you gasp and huff to catch your breath.
A rumbling groan erupts from his chest, “Fuuuuuck… my fucking god, baby…” You feel his cock twitching on you already when he bottoms out and tries to ground himself before he loses it too soon.
He leans down on top of you, arms on either side of your own and grabbing your hands in his. “So soft and warm, mi amor…” he purrs in your ear. “Your pussy was made for me baby…”
He kisses your shoulder as he slowly inches out and you whine at the loss before he quickly pushes back in, sitting up and grabbing your hips. He picks you up a little, getting the angle just right where he knows he’ll hit that spongy little spot that makes you see stars. His cock curls perfectly into it making you whine at every thrust, more and more slick spilling out of you every time.
You can’t even speak anymore. He already has you in a puddle of whimpers and whines, the only thing on your brain is how fucking deep he is in your belly.
“God, you look so pretty taking my cock, princess,” he says, drilling into you with his relentless speed. You feel a build up deep inside as he hits and hits and hits that one spot, your entire body going weak and limp as he builds you up. Your hand reaches around to find his at your hip and you squeeze it, a silent way of saying, Please don’t fucking stop.
“You like that baby? You gonna come again all over my cock?” he teases, never letting up and fucking deeper into you.
“yesbabyyes’msoclosefrankie” you babble, completely cock drunk and putty underneath him. He keeps going, egging you on and twitching inside of you.
“Yeah, baby… taking it so fucking deep… So good for me huh?... Who’s my good girl?”
It’s that last bit that has you clawing at the sheets and coming undone again underneath him in a mess of whines and moans and sobs. Your senses blur, your vision foggy and ears ringing with pleasure. It’s impossible to tell how loud you are right now, the only thoughts running through your brain are how to stay conscious while Frankie fucks you within an inch of your life. He holds your hips steady as you clench impossibly tight around him, fucking you up to the hilt and dragging himself along your spasming walls. He stills and his cock jumps again, this time he leans down again on top of you breathing heavily and fighting every single muscle in his body telling him to keep going.
“Fuck baby… that’s it, come back to me… so fucking gorgeous…” he rests above you, not moving for a minute and letting himself sit in your heat, harder than a fucking diamond inside of you.
Finally, he sits up again. “Love… you got one more for me, hm? Come on, you can do it…” he insists, rubbing up and down your back as you slowly come back down to earth.
“C’mon, princess, turn over one more time for me… Wanna see those pretty eyes and pretty lips…” he begs as he helps you move under him. “Oh, amor…”
Your face is a fucked out wreck, eyes half shut, makeup slightly smeared, and tiny tear marks decorating beneath your eyes. He leans down and sprinkles gentle kisses all over your face before settling at your lips, his tongue intruding your welcoming mouth as he kisses you deep. He presses his forehead to yours, “Gonna give me one more, baby… Be my good girl and give me one more, okay?” he whispers.
You nod weakly at him, hands coming up to rub his sides as he trails kisses down your face, your neck, and your chest, drawing one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before sitting up to realign himself with you. “Ready?”
You nod, desperation plastered across your face as he lines himself up and pushes in. He watches as your jaw goes slack, eyes closed and brows furrowed at his reentry, a small sob escaping from your chest. He watches your face as he pushes all the way in and drags back out, slowly at first until he sets a comfortable pace. An uncontrollable chorus of desperate whines from you fill the air. He drapes your legs over his arms holding you in place because he knows you can’t keep them steady anymore.
“So fucking good baby… you’re so perfect… feel so good…” he babbles as he fucks you, sprinkling kisses all over your legs. He lets them down and lays on you, impossibly deep in your belly as he cups your face with one hand and holds your own with the other. He kisses you feverishly as he reaches places in you with his cock that only he could ever possibly hit.
His sounds and touches make one more pool of arousal drip in your stomach, slowly but surely building up inside of you. His breathing gets harder and faster, his hips just starting to falter a bit. He lifts up from your lips and looks at your eyes, closed from the positively blinding pleasure you feel.
“Look at me baby… open those eyes for me… That’s it, love, look at me when I fuck you.”
You lock eyes with him. Even this close, you can’t tell where his pupils end and iris begins. You drink in all of his beautiful features, his face starting to look just as fucked out as yours has been. “So beautiful… I love you so much… You feel so fucking good…”
His babbling and inconsistent thrusts tell you he’s close. You use the last of your energy to answer him back instead of just pathetic sounds.
“You’re so sweet to me Frankie… fuck me so perfect…”
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you, hermosa?… My good little girl taking my cock…”
“Yes… ‘m yours baby, all yours…”
He grunts as his thrusts become completely sloppy now, fast and slow trying with every fiber of his being to keep it together but he’s almost at his limit. You feel him twitching hard now, hurdling you closer and closer faster than you thought you would as your walls flutter around him.
“I feel you baby… you getting close for me? Gonna come with me?”
“Yes, baby… wanna come with you… feels so good…”
“That’s it baby…” he chases his high, never once looking away from your face. “Look at me, baby… wanna watch you come on my cock…”
Each pound into you sends electricity up your spine. Frankie takes his hand from yours and drops it down to your clit, using his thumb to trace messy but firm circles on the little bundle of nerves. You screw your eyes shut, almost completely overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Gonna make you mine, amor… Look at me baby… ‘M gonna put a pretty little ring on that finger someday… you want that? You wanna be mine?”
Your mouth hangs open in a stupor. “Yes, baby, yes… wanna be all yours…”
His jaw goes slack too, huffing and grunting with every thrust. “Fuck yes, baby… fuck ‘m close… look at me when you come, baby… give it to me…”
You lock eyes with him and let the coil in your belly come undone, convulsing at his touch and choking his cock impossibly tight. He lets out an animalistic groan at you and it’s only seconds before he’s painting your walls with his cum, bottoming out and staying there as he jolts inside of you. Filling you up with more and more of him as his sticky spend leaks out of you around him. He buries his head into your neck and whines as he empties himself completely into you, all but crushing you with his weight while his hot panting breath dances across your body.
You both lay there twitching from the aftershocks and desperately try to catch your breath. He lays there so long that he’s mostly soft when he finally brings himself to pull out of you, cum immediately leaking out of you onto the towel that you didn’t even notice has been there the whole time, too blinded by everything else going on.
He watches the little show before he grabs the end of the towel to clean you up some, tossing it to the side and collapsing on his back next to you. You curl into his side tracing up and down his torso as you sigh, “Good god, Frankie…”
He chuckles and brings his hand down to stroke your hair. The two of you stay there for a little while more, basking in the afterglow and warmth of each other. Eventually, Frankie gently asks, “You wanna go rest in the bath a little?” and plants a kiss to the top of your head.
“Mmm…” you hum. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
He carefully rises to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to run the water. Suddenly, you remember something he said and call out to him. “Hey, baby?”
“Yeah?”
“What was that bit about the ring, again?”
“Shit--” you hear him curse. He comes back out to you with a slight urgency in his walk and kisses you… long… When he pulls away, he brings his hand up to your chin and whispers, “You never heard a thing,” planting a cute peck on the lips while you laugh at him before disappearing back into the bathroom.
a/n : ngl this one got away from me and i was not expecting it to be this long, but im not surprised bc im so down bad for frankie... (i also may or may not have already thought of a fluffy little sequel of sorts for this one bc im too insane about him...) anyway, happy valentine's day everyone, hope you enjoyed !! 🫶💜
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Disgusting pasts (Days with P and FP PM+V+N)
(tw:drug)
They have a dark setting built into them.
But I usually don't let them surface that much, and I bring them out only as a flavor.
Pepperman
the Vanity Pills
His real appearance is small like Toppins.
He has a physical complex.
While dabbling in art activities and working out for emotional outbursts, he was seduced by Pizzahead, who handed him a strange drug.
The drug is a so-called doping agent and a synthetic fertilizer.
The drugs were surprisingly fast-acting and gave him the big body and light euphoria he wanted.
He was really a smart guy, but the side effects of the drugs gradually clouded his judgment and made him mentally unstable, and the reckless load slowly corroded his body.
He turned away from his true self and developed a distorted sense of self-love.
He also suffers from a drug phobia because of the neuropathic drugs he was given as punishment by Pizza Head.
(but, He still has a strong desire for doping drugs.)
During a battle with Peppino, he unintentionally spit out the drug when he was dying and became small.
Peppino saw this, became enraged, and tried to persuade him.
He also gave him hope that he had the potential to grow up.
After that, he looked at himself again and trained himself to become the man he is today.
(Still, when he is dying, he temporarily becomes smaller.)
He is still not cured of his addiction and tolerates regular mint tablets.
In case you are wondering, Pepperman's drug phobia causes him to reflexively panic when he sees a syringe.
He is especially uncomfortable with pen syringes.
Vigilante
A clouded Belief
Don't use your power the wrong way. It could turn your heart into a monster."
He grew up with this admonition from his grandfather, and apart from taking over the ranch, he was also chosen as a sheriff to "help protect someone" and put his efforts into public safety activities.
However, he seems to have been unknowingly used by Pizzahead for good.
He had doubts about this situation.
One day, however, Pizzahead came to him and asked, "Why are you so worried about hunting prey? Don't hesitate to hunt prey you don't know what it will do at any moment."
He listened to the devil's whispers.
Since then, he has been relentlessly hunting his targets, and even begins to take a little pleasure in it.
He also became closed-minded and unable to trust others because of the "malice" he had been infused with many times.
However, he opens his heart only to his best friends and relatives.
He is especially dependent on Pepperman, and at the same time, he harbors a slight feeling of partiality toward him.
By the time to fight Peppino, his original beliefs had become so distorted that he was on the verge of becoming a monster who only hunts the "target" in front of him.
Although he had hoped to fight fairly, his distorted feelings of "I will hunt him by any means necessary" overcame him, and he became a messy fighter.
When he became aggressive, he became gun-shy and red-eyed.
After Peppino's desperate persuasion and fighting, he remembered his original beliefs.
Incidentally, he can see his grandfather's spirit but does not seem to hear his voice.
Noise
Noise admired Chef raider and even had his life saved by him.
Even when he committed a catastrophe, he believed in him and supported him all the way.
Even now, he still wants to help Peppino, the chef raider.
And although it is unclear how long he has been in the tower, he has been questioning the distorted environment and strongly opposing Totino (Pizzahead), who rules the tower.
Pizzahead punished the overly cocky toy with a series of dangerous punishments, eventually cursing him into forced obedience.
Since then, he has been unable to resist him in any way,
Occasionally, his body moves against his will, and he is tormented by hallucinations whether he sleeps or wakes up.
His quick wit and pride made it humiliating to be a puppet.
His rebellion against Pizzahead never went away, but remained,
But his fear also grew stronger because of his inescapable situation.
Without Noisette's support, he would have gone completely insane.
After the fierce battle with peppino, the influence of the curse weakened as he found hope in the reappearance of the chef raider.
However, the curse that torments him has not been completely exorcised.
From time to time, he is manipulated from his body to his mind.
Incidentally, although he does not mention it, Peppino apparently recognized "the kid" as soon as he saw Noise.
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