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meazalykov · 23 days ago

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thirst

catarina macario x chelsea!reader

summary: too focused on the game, you forgot to focus on yourself

warnings: angst, fainting, reader passing out, period/menstrual

you woke up to an ache low in your abdomen that made you want to stay in bed for at least another hour. the pain was sharp, almost like your body was protesting the fact that it was morning.

as you curled into yourself, the realization hit—your period had arrived. the timing couldn't have been worse. today was matchday, and not just any matchday. you were playing manchester city, one of the most crucial games of the season.

this wasn’t a day for excuses or slowing down. you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to sit up despite the persistent ache.

the sunlight streamed through your bedroom window, and your phone buzzed on the nightstand. grabbing it, you saw a message from catarina:

good morning, amor

see you out there today. crush it like you always do. i love you <3

you smiled softly, her message giving you a small boost of motivation despite how miserable you felt. cat always knew how to make things feel better, even with a simple text. still, the cramps were unrelenting, and you knew they weren’t going anywhere.

you rubbed your stomach absentmindedly, silently cursing your body for betraying you on such an important day.

there was no time to dwell on it. as you glanced at the clock, panic set in—you were running late. the usual routine of stretching, eating breakfast, and hydrating with a pitcher of water was completely out the window.

you threw on your chelsea training hoodie, grabbed your bag full of necessities, and rushed out the door without a second thought. breakfast and water would have to wait. the match was all that mattered right now.

by the time you arrived at stamford, the atmosphere was attractive. fans were already filtering into the stands, their excitement palpable. matchdays like these were why you loved football. the energy, the stakes, the chance to prove yourself—it was what you lived for.

the discomfort in your stomach was shoved to the back of your mind as you focused on the task at hand. this game was about keeping chelsea at the top of the league table. nothing else mattered. not even your discomfort.

in the locker room, the pre-game excitement was contagious. your teammates were focused but relaxed, their confidence filling the space. you could feel your own adrenaline building, pushing past the lingering ache in your body. as a midfielder, you thrived on being the engine of the team, the player who could shift the momentum with a single play. against a team like manchester city, your tactical mind and speed were going to be crucial.

before you stood up to get into the tunnel, you felt a hand on your shoulder. you turned around to see catarina, who you gave a light smile to before giving her a light peck on the lips.

“have fun out there, ok?” the american says.

“sure will.” you gave a fake smile, still ignoring the cramps that were now traveling up your back.

the whistle blew to start the first half, and the game was as intense as you’d expected. city pressed high, their forwards like miedema and roord were relentless in their pursuit of the ball. you tracked back tirelessly, intercepting passes and closing down angles with precision.

your vision on the field was sharp, your decision-making quick. when you threaded a perfect through ball to ramirez, the roar of the crowd was deafening as she slotted it past the keeper.

one-nil to chelsea.

the pressure didn’t let up. miedema, city’s forward, was a constant threat. her pace and precision forced your defense to stay on high alert. you found yourself marking her more than once, your legs burning as you kept pace with her runs.

the cramps in your abdomen were a dull throb now, but you ignored them. you couldn’t afford to slow down, not in a game like this.

by halftime, you were drenched in sweat, your legs heavy but your heart still pounding with adrenaline. in the locker room, you downed a small cup of water, but it barely made a dent in the dryness of your throat.

you didn’t think about eating the small tray of fruit that laid on the table in the dressing room, despite the gnawing emptiness in your stomach. the game was all-consuming, and you were determined to see it through.

the second half was even more intense. manchester city came back with a vengeance, determined to equalize. you threw yourself into every play, your body running on pure determination.

around the 70th minute, though, things started to feel... off.

at first, you thought it was just nerves. your stomach growled loudly, but you brushed it off as pre-match jitters lingering in your system. then, your vision started to blur slightly around the edges. your legs felt heavier than usual, each step taking more effort than it should have.

you blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness.

miedema came charging down the right flank, the ball at her feet. instinct took over as you stepped in, timing your tackle perfectly to steal the ball. you turned, looking for an outlet, and spotted ramirez making a run down the center. with a quick pass, you sent the ball her way. but as soon as the ball left your foot, your legs gave out.

you didn’t feel yourself hit the ground.

when you opened your eyes, the world was a blur of bright lights and muffled sounds. your head was pounding, and your entire body felt drained. the first thing you recognized was nusken’s face hovering above you, her expression a mix of worry and relief.

“y/n, can you hear me?” her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

“you’re okay. just stay still.”

you blinked slowly, your mind struggling to piece together what had happened. the medic was leaning over you, checking your pulse and murmuring instructions to someone nearby.

“what happened?” you managed to croak, your throat dry and scratchy.

“you’ve fainted,” nusken said, squeezing your hand gently.

“just relax. we’ve got you.”

fainted. the word echoed in your mind as the memories came rushing back. the match, miedema, the ball leaving your foot, and then... nothing. embarrassment and guilt washed over you as you realized what must’ve happened in front of the entire stadium.

“where’s cat?” you whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“she’s on the bench,” the german replied.

“she saw everything. she’s worried sick.”

on the bench, catarina had been frozen with fear the moment she saw you collapse. her first instinct was to run to you, but protocol kept her rooted in place. her hands were clenched tightly in her lap, her heart racing as the medics worked on you.

seeing you, her strong and determined y/n, lying motionless on the pitch was a nightmare she couldn’t shake.

when the medic confirmed you were conscious, catarina felt a small wave of relief, but it wasn’t enough. she needed to see you, to know you were truly okay.

the final whistle blew, and chelsea secured a 3-1 victory, but catarina barely registered the result. all she could think about was you.

when catarina finally saw you in the medic area, the sight of you propped up on a cot with dark circles under your eyes made her heart ache. she sat down beside you silently, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of how you were feeling.

“how did the game go?” you asked, your voice weak but carrying a hint of your usual humor.

“we won. 3-1,” she said softly, her tone hesitant.

“but let’s not pretend that’s the most important thing right now.”

you sighed, the guilt evident in your expression. “it’s my period,” you admitted quietly.

“i wasn’t thinking. i forgot to eat or drink anything this morning.”

catarina’s brows furrowed in concern, her worry quickly mingling with frustration.

“amor, you know you can’t do that. you can’t just forget to take care of yourself.”

you avoided her gaze, feeling like a scolded child. “i didn’t have time,” you muttered.

“i was running late.”

she let out a deep sigh, running a hand through her hair. “you scared me, y/n. when i saw you go down like that... i thought...” her voice broke slightly, and she looked away, trying to compose herself.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, your own voice thick with emotion. “i didn’t mean to scare you.”

her gaze softened, and she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “your apology is forgiven once you start catching up on your hydration. deal?”

you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips despite everything.

catarina reached down and grabbed a plate wrapped in foil along with a water bottle. “i grabbed this for you from the lounge. i figured you’d need it.”

you unwrapped the foil to find your favorite meal—chicken and rice with a small bowl of strawberries on the side. your stomach growled loudly, and catarina couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“eat, amor,” she urged, handing you a fork. “and drink. all of it.”

as you ate, you felt a wave of gratitude for her. she didn’t have to do any of this, but she always did. she always cared, even when you didn’t.

“i’m really sorry,” you said again between bites.

“i’ll be better about this. i promise.”

“you’d better,” she replied, her tone teasing but still laced with concern.

“because if you scare me like that again, caoch and i will tie a water bottle to your wrist and a snack bag to your other hand.”

you laughed, the sound weak but genuine. “you’d really do that, wouldn’t you?”

“absolutely,” she said, leaning in to kiss your temple. “now finish eating. you need your strength.”

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levisjinchuriki · 6 months ago

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take it

summary: jiraiya teases you for not being able to pleasure yourself without his help. you’re determined to prove him wrong

warning: nsfw, fem!reader, light humiliation, spanking, dom!jiraiya, sub!reader, light punishment, overstimulation, reader calls jiraiya an asshole

word count: 1.5k

the night started out like any other, you and jiraiya in your shared home enjoying each other’s presence. he laid on his back while you laid on your side facing him, softly stroking his bare chest. the conversation you were engaging in was about sex, of course, and he had mentioned that he feels bad going on long missions because he knows his girl isn’t being pleased thoroughly. you frown at him, claiming you “don’t need him to cum”. this causes jiraiya to coo at you.

“c’mon honey, you know you can’t without my help”, jiraiya laughs. your brows furrow at his comment and you sit up, pulling the covers over your body. of course you can. you had done it long before jiraiya came, and after… well you haven’t really put it to the test since the man’s hunger for you never ceased.

“yes i can” you fold your arms and pout at him. who does he think he is?

jiraiya shakes his head and brings his hand to your cheek. “i don’t think so, honey. you like me dominating you too much” he softly strokes your cheek. the action would be sweet if he wasn’t making fun of you. you push his hand off and swing one of your legs over his, straddling him.

“i’ll show you”, you say under your breath. jiraiya’s ears perk up at the challenge.

“you’ll show me, huh?”. you nod quietly as you take hold of jiraiya's large member. you line yourself up with his tip and slowly start to sink on his member, already stretched out from earlier this afternoon. jiraiya is enjoying how determined you are. that smug smile won’t leave his face. he places his hands behind his head, enjoying the show. “go on”, he encourages you.

you mumble how much of an asshole he’s being under your breath, which he ignores for now. the thought of being on top for tonight excites you, your thighs already lightly coated with your slick. it takes you a moment to get used to the feeling since he always filled you to the brim. your eyes close as you take deep breaths.

“i’m waiting”. you can hear the smile on his lips as he says it. you frown before slowly moving yourself up and down his length, hands resting against his broad chest for support. the position squeezes your breasts together, making them appear larger than they already are.

jiraiya hums in approval. even when you’re giving him attitude, he can’t hide the fact that you feel so good around him. if he wasn't trying to prove a point he'd lift his head up and suck dark marks into the sensitive skin on your chest.

gradually you pick up speed and start to moan freely above him. the sound of your skin slapping against his thighs spurs you on more. jiraiya doesn’t know if he should focus on your face or chest as you bounce on him. he bites his lip to keep his comments to himself. if this was any other night he would’ve been praising you and helping you by meeting your thrusts. but tonight was different. you told him yourself, you didn’t need his help. so he wasn’t going to give it to you.

your fingertips dig into jiraiya’s pecks as you use him. your eyes can’t help but shut tightly as you feel the knot start to form in your stomach. you want to gloat and show jiraiya that you can pleasure yourself as well as he can, but your mind is too focused on bringing yourself to the edge.

your brows furrow as you bounce as fast and hard as you can. your body feels sticky considering all the energy you’re exerting. your legs are shaking, cramping. it’s getting harder to breathe. and still, he feels so good. and you want to cum so bad but something’s missing.

realization hits you. you groan and hit a fist against his chest in anger, stopping your movements momentarily. jiraiya lets out an amused chuckle. your legs twitch at your sides, already exhausted. it’s clear to you both that you’re having a hard time, but you have a goal in mind. you don’t want to give jiraiya the satisfaction of proving his claim to be true. if you’re gonna prove to him you’re right, you need to cum soon. you can’t continue for much longer. your muscles are sore already from doing all the work in these last few minutes.

you let out a growl in determination, picking up your pace once more before he can offer a smart remark. jiraiya smirks at you, he’s thoroughly enjoying this. not only are you pleasuring him, you also aren’t able to pleasure yourself. you try your best to ignore the severe burn in your thighs as you continue bouncing in his lap. you wish he would at least speak, talk you through it. his voice alone can put you over the edge.

the knot in your stomach returns, but you don’t have enough energy to chase the feeling. your rhythm becomes sloppy as your legs ache. riding jiraiya alone isn’t bringing you any closer to finishing. you let out a loud groan in frustration as you stop again, your hips jerking violently as your thighs tremble.

jiraiya lets you catch your breath for a moment before moving. “can’t cum?” he asks, full of amusement. he takes one hand from under his head and holds your jaw up so you can look at him. “need my help?” he chuckles. he’s making fun of you again, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. you need him. your eyes are pleading ‘yes’ and you nod your head. he hums at your confession.

“what’s wrong, honey? i thought you were a big girl”. a whine escapes your throat as your walls unconsciously squeeze him. you want to cry. all you want- need- is to be dominated right now. instead, jiraiya is teasing you about not being able to make yourself cum.

“jiraiya, please”, you whisper desperately. he shushes you, opening his arms for a hug, which you immediately accept. your cheek rests on his shoulder and chest press against his large one. he wraps his arms around you, tightly engulfing your body. you can’t free yourself if you try.

“i’ll take good care of you, don’t you worry”. jiraiya shifts, firmly planting his feet on the mattress before he’s rutting into you. you gasp at the sudden pace, fingers gripping his biceps tightly. he’s being mean, roughly snapping his hips up to meet yours. you love it so much.

“needed me after all, huh?” he asks in a cocky tone. you hum in agreement. this is exactly what you needed, him to overpower you in every way. to take over your senses and just make you feel good.

“gonna act smart again?”, he asks. the mattress is squeaking under you. the headboard is banging against the wall behind it. you’re sure there’ll be a dent in the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care. it just feels too good.

jirayia’s right hand leaves a nice red print against your ass cheek as he gives it a harsh spank. that was for calling him out of his name earlier. “answer me”, he tells you.

“n-no!” you choke out. you can barely remember the question, dizzy from how good he was making you feel. he spanks you again.

“gonna keep acting like a brat?”. there's tears in your eyes. he was pounding into you so hard, so fast, so perfect. you shake your head.

“no!”, you cry. the knot in your stomach returns for a third time. its intensity grows as jiraiya continues to hit your spot just right. you’re moaning, shaking and cumming hard before you realize it. but he doesn’t stop. he needs to teach you a lesson. he needs you to know that no one will ever pleasure you as well as he does, not even you.

the feeling of your walls tightening around him is almost pathetic. he’s just getting started and you’re already soaking his dick with your release. you whine as he fucks you through your orgasm, your slick making him slip into you easier than before. jiraiya’s pace doesn’t falter. he’s got you right where he wants you.

“only i can make you feel this good. isn’t that right?” he growls proudly.

you can’t move, his grip on you is too strong. he wants you to remember this moment the next time he’s on the road for weeks at a time, or when you’re home alone, trying your best to feel even a fraction of how he’s making you feel right now. he’s drilling it into your brain. it hurts so good and jiraiya doesn’t show any sign of stopping.

all you can do is take it.

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solitaireships · 1 year ago

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Marks

So a fun fact about this fic is originally I was going to have this come out before Fantasies bcs it takes place earlier in the timeline of Mark and Shepard's relationship, so if you've been keeping up with my one shots for them, this is set between Bad Idea, Right? and Fantasies. I think a lot about the scar that Mark has on his chest bcs they don't really talk about what caused that in canon, so have a little hc moment about that

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1188 words

Divider by saradika

Content warning: Discussions of car accidents, death, hospitals, and severe physical injuries

Shepard’s sitting in bed, waiting for Hoffman. Why he always takes so long getting ready for bed is beyond her, but she doesn’t mind waiting. It’s not like he gets a lot of space right now— that’s one of the many downsides of being on the government's most wanted list— so she’ll let him take whatever moments he wants.

But she’s glad when he comes into the bedroom, ready to go to bed with her.

Tonight Hoffman opted to sleep in nothing but a pair of black gym shorts. Shepard always likes getting to see him shirtless. There’s dark hair across his chest and his belly, and his love handles peek out over the waistband of his shorts. It’s always a nice view, but now her eyes are drawn more than usual to the scar that goes down the middle of his chest. She’s noticed it plenty of times, of course, but for some reason she finds her attention locking on it now.

Hoffman doesn’t talk much about his scars. The only one that he’s told Shepard about is the one that cuts across his cheek, stretching from the right corner of his lips up to his ear in jagged lines. That he got from a reverse bear trap that tore his cheek open as he tried to escape, stitching the wound up himself. When he talked about that the first time, Shepard wished she was there to stitch him up so he wouldn’t have had to do that alone. But then she reminded herself that’s an overly sweet thought to have given how he's talking about having part of his face ripped open.

Hoffman can handle himself. But Shepard does have to wonder what the story is behind his other scars. There's the one on his chest, and his back is littered with several smaller scars.

Hoffman settles down on the bed, the mattress shifting a bit under his weight. He pulls the blankets aside, climbing into bed and then getting under the covers. His chest is still visible over the top of the blankets, though, leaving Shepard’s eyes to wander again to the scar.

“Hey,” Shepard says.

“Hey yourself,” he replies.

“How did you get that scar on your chest?”

Hoffman looks at her, almost surprised. She was probably more direct than she should have been. But her curiosity got the best of her here.

“It was back when I was a beat cop,” Hoffman says. “Got involved in a bad car accident when I was pursuing a suspect, some metal from the wreck got me pretty good on the chest.”

“God. That must’ve gotten close to your heart.” Shepard cuddles close to Hoffman’s side, letting him put an arm over her shoulders.

His hand rests on her back, massaging it through her t-shirt. “Yeah, but obviously it missed. Still hurt like hell, though. Wearing shirts was rough for a while even after I left the hospital with it healing.”

“I bet.”

“No joke about how I should keep my shirt off all the time?” Hoffman teases.

Shepard rolls her eyes but says, “I’m so sorry, I think you should never wear a shirt ever again, Hoffy.”

“Thank you.”

Shepard shifts under his arms, propping herself up with one hand on his chest. She leans over him to reach over and turn off the lamp, leaving them in the dark. But even through the dark, she can still see Hoffman’s scar. So as she moves back, she gives him a quick kiss on it.

She’s glad he’s still alive. She might be the only person who is. But she hates the thought of never having met him.

“What about the ones on your back?” Shepard asks, moving back to lay on her side, tucked under Hoffman’s arm.

“They’re all from the same thing,” he says. “It was a trap— the glass coffin. Think a rectangular box made out of glass and with a bunch of jagged glass shards at the bottom of it. It was part of Strahm’s test. If he got in it, he would’ve lived. Instead he shoved me in. Getting a bunch of glass stuck in my back was better than what happened to him, though.”

“Damn.”

Shepard never knows quite what to say when Hoffman talks about the traps he made. Part of her is curious, but it’s strange to hear him so casually talk about putting people in deadly situations. She doesn’t think he’s going to be a threat to anyone anytime soon— and, privately, she likes to think that she’s part of the reason behind that. But he still talks about the traps he made like he’s describing something regular, like he’s talking about something that happened at work that was part of his day-to-day.

She guesses it’s easier to talk about if you can disconnect from it. Hoffman mentioned that— John had told him that you had to leave emotions out of administering tests.

Shepard knows it’s probably equally weird that she’s glad that’s how Hoffman talks about it. It’s better than him sounding like he enjoyed every death he was responsible for, and it makes it easier for her to hear.

Maybe that’s part of why he talks about things so casually with her too. It's some attempt to not scare her.

“Getting all the glass out of my back was a pain in the ass,” Hoffman says.

“I would’ve helped you if I were there,” Shepard says. And, for some reason, she’s sure as she said it that she would have.

Hoffman laughs. “Thanks.”

He moves his arm from around Shepard, rolling onto his side so his back faces her. She takes that as the invitation it is, instantly moving to spoon him. She loves the way the two of them seem to fit together, his back pressed against her chest.

Shepard strokes one hand down his side. “You know I’d always be happy to help you, Hoffman.”

There’s a silence, and Shepard assumes that means that Hoffman’s ready to go to sleep. But then he says, “We’ve been dating for over a month. When are you going to start using my first name?”

Shepard’s hand pauses along his side for a second. If she’s honest, she never really thought about calling him his first name. It’s not that she never wanted to call him Mark, but it never felt right. He’s always just been Hoffman.

“I don’t know,” Shepard says, resuming stroking up and down his side. She presses a quick kiss to his back, her lips brushing against one of the scars there. “Do you want me to call you Mark?”

“I sure as hell wouldn’t mind if my girlfriend called me my name,” he replies.

“Okay. I love you, Mark.”

“I love you too,” Hoffman replies, and the words come off of his tongue easier now than they did even just a month ago.

“Good night.”

“Good night, Shep.”

And as she holds him in her arms, drifting slowly off to sleep, she hopes that she’ll get plenty more chances to show Hoffman— to show Mark— how much she appreciates every part of him.

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skvaderarts · 6 months ago

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Saudade Chapter 14: Written Wagers

Chapter Fourteen: Written Wagers

Note: I’m currently working on the next chapter of Petrichor. It’s just that the next few are larger chapters and I’m not back at full capacity just yet. I’m thinking one more chapter of Saudade before then (chapter 15) and then we are good to go. But I wanted to give you all something in the meantime and these are fun to write so hopefully this is a good compromise in the meantime :D!

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Taking a moment to brush the hair out of his right eye, the summoner paused his reading, marking the page that he’d been reading with his finger as he leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. He allowed them to rest for a few minutes before slowly opening them again and allowing them to readjust to the ambient light in the room.

Glancing over to his right, he took note of the fact that Sirrus had started to stir. It was subtle but still noticeable when the fact that he’d barely moved at all in the last little while was taken into consideration. He’d dozed off a while ago, the only indication that he was alive being his shallow breathing; something that was difficult to see under the covers.

A few minutes after V had decided to resume reading, Sirrus shifted, stretching his back and neck as much as he could without moving too much. His eyes remained closed as a small yawn made its way out of his mouth. He was awake now, but perhaps not fully aware of what was going on around him. Understandable considering the fact that he hadn’t fully opened his eyes yet.

"Why are you still awake?" Sirrus inquired tiredly, registering how late it was as he took in his location through hazy, squinted eyes. He rubbed his eyes as he let out another soft yawn, settling in deeper instead of making an effort to wake up further.

"I could ask you the same thing," V said with a mischievous smirk, entertained with himself. Obviously, he knew that his friend had just woken up, but it was still fun to tease him a little. Neither of them had a set time that they went to bed, but it was unusually late for the summoner to still be up. And to his amusement, Sirrus opened his eyes a bit more and suddenly registered that he was on the couch with his head lying against V’s side. A soft blush spread across his face as he realized that he might be overstepping and making his companion uncomfortable. He hadn’t meant to do that.

"Did I fall asleep on you?" He asked softly, not moving. He was waiting to see how V would react to what he’d done, intentional or otherwise. He knew that he liked his personal space and couldn’t blame him for being a bit terse that he’d trespassed in it. He’d never been short with him or even remotely unkind, but everyone had their limits and Sirrus didn’t want to pester him.

Perhaps sensing as much, or perhaps because he genuinely didn’t mind him being there, V shook his head to dismiss Sirrus’s concerns. Sirrus had slid over onto him during his sleep, and even if he hadn’t V could see himself being all that bothered. After all, Sirrus was on a very short list of people V didn’t mind touching him as a general rule, and if he’d been that bothered he would’ve just gotten up and gone back to the guest room or the loft above them.

Sirrus wasn’t bothering him. Not in the slightest.

“Hm. But I can’t say it bothered me.” He said simply and honestly. He’d just been enjoying the quiet and the book he’d been reading. No more, no less.

“Catching up on some reading, are we?” Sirrus noted the ever-recognizable sound of a page-turning, not needing visual confirmation. V was gentle with the pages of any written text he came across, but paper tended to still make sound regardless. That was simply its nature. That was one of the things V enjoyed about it, to be fair. The tactile nature of it. The physical sensation of running his fingers over a page as it turned and the small little burst of euphoria he experienced as he did so. The excitement of seeing what was on the next page. These were things that he would never tire of. If he did then he was no longer himself.

V nodded in confirmation without glancing up from his book. Sirrus remained where he was, unmoving but slowly becoming more lucid. He’d dozed off in the spot where he now was about three hours ago, the late evening sun holding him under its hypnotic gaze. It had been the first time in almost a week that they’d seen the sun. And although it had only lasted a short while before the clouds had returned along with the rain, it had been nice. Warm. Comforting.

Now the fireplace was on and the fire had been stoked gently, bathing the room in a cozy warmth that was hard to leave. Their bedrooms were warm and cozy, but not in the same way. There was just something worthwhile about spending time in this room in this spot, gazing out across the pitch black late-night storm gripped sky.

V was glad to be here.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" The segway was sudden and seemingly unrelated, taking Sirrus by surprise. He still didn’t move, remaining on the left side of his back. V had taken the opportunity to drape a part of his blanket over his companion while he rested, continuing to indulge in his current literary obsession. He knew that he should probably stop reading in lighting like this, but he just couldn’t help himself. V liked to think that he had decent willpower overall, but this was certainly a weakness of his. A night like this and a good book were all he really wanted in his downtime, and he’d had plenty of that in the last week or so between worrying about Sirrus and not being able to leave the building.

As for Sirrus, the red-haired man had dragged himself out into the living area earlier in the day, having overcome the worst of his cold in just the last day or so, if not the last few hours. And V’s little soup project had been instrumental in that recovery process. Laboring over it all day and essentially having to make it completely from scratch had been beneficial in terms of taste and quality, but it had certainly been physically taxing on the young summoner. He was beat.

Perhaps calling it a “little soup project” was underselling it a bit. It had certainly been an almost Sisyphean task by his own personal standards. But it had been worth it.

Finally realizing that his companion’s statement about his sleeping habits probably stemmed from personal first-hand exposure to it, Sirrus scoffed to himself, realizing that he must have done what V spoke of recently. He wouldn’t have brought it up otherwise.

“I know I used to. Some things never change, I suppose.” He said as he half closed his eyes. His eyelids were heavy with the urge to sleep. He wouldn’t be moving from this spot anytime soon, that was for sure. “Did I say anything noteworthy?”

“I didn’t want to wake you.” V tactfully sidestepped the question entirely, keeping the almost salacious implications of what could be gleaned from his companion’s murmurings and mumblings to himself. They were amusing and made for excellent blackmail material. Friendly blackmail, of course. But blackmail nonetheless. Were you even friends if you didn’t terrorize one another playfully on occasion? “You’re tired.”

Noticing that V wasn’t going to answer his original question, Sirrus chucked to himself. It seemed that he had said something interesting, then. Oh, how the mind boggled at the possibilities. But at least it couldn’t have been that bad… right? Surely V would just tell him if what he’d said had been that embarrassing… right?

Oh dear. Perhaps it was time to change the subject…

“Have you ever tried writing, V?” The question was born of the adjudicator’s desire to discuss something else while he tried to talk himself into waking up fully, but it was still a genuine question. V’s love of literature was undeniable. Why didn’t he ever attempt to create anything for himself? Surely he’d create something worth reading.

The question came as a slight surprise to V, the white-haired man pausing his reading and marking his page so that he could better devote his attention to his companion for the time being. He would have plenty of time to read in a little while.

“I doubt I possess the talent required to make reading it worthwhile.” He said with a small, awkward chuckle. It was a good question. He did love literature, after all. But his experience with attempting to write in the past had left something to be desired. Perhaps he just didn’t have a subject that he cared enough about to make something good out of at the time. Or perhaps the environment that he’d been in at the time hadn’t been conducive to creativity. It was hard to say in hindsight.

“I wholeheartedly disagree,” Sirrus said as he shifted into a position where he could sit up a bit more, his eyes still a bit heavy and his head a mess. He couldn’t move too quickly. It would do him no favors. He still had a ways to go in terms of recovery, after all. “You should write something sometime.”

It was V’s turn to turn slightly flushed, but not for the reasons that Sirrus would have guessed. He wasn’t embarrassed or overly flattered by the assertion, but the statement had certainly taken him back a bit. To a different time in his life, that is. One with a lot more self-doubt and anxiety-inducing social interaction, somehow.

“... I was in a poetry club once. As a teenager.” V confessed, recalling the bygone days of sitting in an old, wood-paneled room and listening to the other members of the club confidently read their works. The sound of pens against paper and fingers clacking against a keyboard. The smell of old wood and paper from equally old books. They’d met in a small room off of the academy library, and he could still taste the scent and humidity of that room. It had been a sweltering hell during the summer months. Not that anyone was there to meet with him during those days. Everyone else had gone home. Everyone but him. He hadn’t had a home to go home to. “I… never had the courage to read anything aloud. I attempted it once but…”

Sirrus peeped at him through hazy eyes, seeing the cogs in his head turning as he recalled his past. And the small, pleasant smile that spread across his face as he did so, the young white-haired summoner shaking his head as he looked down and snickered to himself. What a time that had been.

“Is there a story behind your laughter, mo chara?” Sirrus said, noting that his eyes had started to water a bit. At least they were clearing up. He was fine just waiting out the momentary discomfort. They had been dry and itchy anyway.

V chuckled deeper this time, nodding in response. He hadn’t noticed that Sirrus couldn’t see him, looking out over the terrace outside of the back door rather than directly at his companion sitting next to him. “I just remembered how I looked as a teenager. How atrocious I was at speaking to, well, everyone. The other children in the club must have taken me in out of pity. Well, that and the fact that many of them had been some denomination of goth and my hair color and lack of color variety in terms of wardrobe had fallen right in line with their preferences.”

Sirrus couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image of an awkward teenage version of his beloved friend being essentially adopted by a group of equally awkward goth teens and pre-teens. The image of him just sitting there while they tried to coax him into reading for them and the disillusionment they must have felt when he simply wouldn’t budge, frozen like stone under a gorgon’s gaze. There was no winning for anyone involved. Poor things, the lot of them.

“Read it to me.” He said softly, a gentleness to his voice that was as affectionate as it was sympathetic. He would never laugh at V’s suffering, simply the mental image of it. Poor precious thing. He’d always been like this, hu? What a shame they hadn’t grown up together. They could have been socially awkward outcasts together. “I’d like to hear it sometime. I love literature, after all.”

V considered shooting down the idea out of reflex alone but then stopped himself. He didn’t want to be the kind of person who made a habit of shutting people down just because. And as he considered the proposal, he couldn’t say that he hated the idea as much as he thought he might. Something about the very concept still made his skin crawl straight off of his body and right down the street, to be sure, but it didn’t make his stomach churn an every pore and orifice his body possessed secret perspiration like when he was a teen. It was an unnerving prospect, to be sure, but perhaps something worth trying? Sirrus wasn’t going to kill him, after all. Maybe pushing himself a bit out of his pre-existing comfort zone was a good thing.

… It might be worth considering, at least. That cost him nothing but his sanity, after all.

But if he opted to, perhaps the stakes could be raised a bit? Just for the hell of it?

“... Maybe… we should exchange our work with one another, then.” V proposed, looking over at the red-haired adjudicator as he spoke. He was curious to see his reaction, frankly. He wouldn’t be surprised to be shut down off the bat. He didn’t know what Sirrus’s tolerance to speaking in front of other people was, after all. He’d seen him d it once before at their breakfast at the Ludwig Estate, but that he been an extenuating circumstance. “First I’d have to come up with something to write about, though.”

Sirrus shifted in place, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly as he opened his eyes fully, looking over at V. He tilted his head slightly to the side to give him a perplexed look, seeming almost… impressed by the idea? Was that a yes, then? “Write about your time in your poetry club, perhaps.”

“Perhaps. Or… I’d like to propose the addition of a good-spirited competition.” V spoke with a confidence that he hadn’t possessed a moment ago. That was enough in of itself to change the entire atmosphere of the room and the whole tone of the conversation. V wanted to issue a contest?!

It was now Sirrus’s turn to sit up fully and take a keen interest in the turn things had just taken, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. “You have my attention and you’ve stoked my curiosity. What did you have in mind?”

Pausing to think out the details before speaking, the young summoner nodded to himself, his brow furrowed in consideration. After a minute or so he gave his full attention back to Sirrus, a sly smirk spreading across his face. “Why don’t we both write something about our childhood? Something obscure and personally significant. Something we remember fondly.”

Sirrus looked genuinely bewildered by the concept of the idea. He hadn’t expected his friend to say that at all, that was for sure. In fact, he was the last person he would have expected to say that. He was feeling up to being vulnerable to that extent? Like opening up about his no doubt stressful and traumatic past? Sirrus was flattered, but what had gotten into him?

“Now that is a challenge. And I accept.” He couldn’t turn down a proposal like this. It was far too rare of an opportunity to pass up. V didn’t issue challenges. He wanted to see how this would pan out. “But I’d like to propose a friendly wager, if you’re open to it?”

V seemed to consider the potential possibilities before nodding in agreement. He could always say no, after all. “I’m certainly curious what you have in mind.”

Sirrus rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands. They burned less now than they had before, but there was still a little twinge to them from time to time. But he didn’t need to use his eyes to speak, so aside from being mildly annoyed by how his eyes felt, his condition wasn’t holding him back in any notable way. He could and would still speak. He’d be fine. It would pass. “I propose that whoever wins has to read their poem at the club a few blocks from here.”

“The poetry slam night you mentioned when we were there last time?” V instantly knew the place Sirrus was referring to. They’d talked about attending a poetry slam night the first -and last time- that they’d been there. It sounded like a fun idea at the time. That wasn’t an awful idea. Just not one that he would have come up with on his own. Still, the idea of speaking in front of a large audience unnerved him. He didn't know…

“I think it might be fun. But I understand if you still have reservations. Stage fright isn’t easy to overcome.” Sirrus sounded as though he were speaking from personal experience, his body language indicating that he’d just recalled an uncomfortable memory. He winced subtly, something that V was visibly surprised by. He never would have thought that Sirrus had been that uncomfortable speaking in public. Had his assumption that his talk with everyone at the Ludwig estate had been an exception been spot on?

V sat there in silence for a moment, suddenly a little overwhelmed by the concept; something that Sirrus seemed to pick up on. But after taking a deep breath, the summoner exhaled deeply, glancing back over at Sirrus. By all accounts, it wasn’t a bad idea. Maybe he just needed to get into his comfort zone. That place had a great atmosphere but was largely unfamiliar to him. Maybe a second visit was in order. “... I’ll consider it. Maybe we should go first? See firsthand what to expect?”

Sirrus actually turned a bit flushed in the face at the concept. He knew that wasn’t how his friend had meant it, but it certainly brought up memories of a certain sort. And he couldn’t help but blush as he remembered how some of those situations had ended up. Oh, how the mind boggled. He needed to stop. He was going to embarrass himself. He didn't want to explain why he no doubt looked like a lovestruck idiot all of a sudden. No need to make it uncomfortable between them. Not from the subject matter, necessarily. He didn’t think V cared about that. But from how his brain had connected the dots. He didn’t want to come off as reaching. “I’d like nothing more.”

“Once you recover, that is,” V said in an almost comically abrupt manner. He gave Sirrus a sympathetic look, noting that he was still recovering. And the lockdown hadn’t been lifted just yet due to the flood waters still dying down. This wasn’t the time. “Should you even be out of bed right now?”

“Most certainly not. But I don’t have the energy to get up and head back to my room so I’ll stay. For now, at least. Sirrus confessed. He’d just wanted to get out of his bedroom, truth be told. He could be sick anywhere in the house. He’d chosen to be sick in the place with the best view and the most cross-air potential. Maybe some fresh air later would be good for him. If it wasn’t too damp, of course. He already had a bit of a respiratory issue going on. No need to worsen it needlessly.

“Do you need my help?” V wasn’t sure that he could support Sirrus’s entire body weight to carry him to his room unless push came to shove and adrenaline became involved, but he could help him get there if he needed assistance. Of that he was certain.

“I might. Later. But for now, I’m comfortable.” Sirrus said softly. He reached over and snagged half of the blanket, draping it over himself. He was cold all of a sudden. How unlike him. “I like it here with you. Unless I’m disturbing you.”

“You can stay,” V said with a soft chuckle. He was unbothered. After all, Sirrus wasn’t contagious at this point. He was just tired. And he wasn’t exactly making much noise. V couldn’t say that he was bothered by the quiet company of a friend. If he was, he wouldn’t have volunteered for this little stay-over, now would he?

With a shrug of his shoulders, V surrendered his blanket to Sirrus, allowing him to have the whole of it. He would be fine without it. He was starting to become a bit too warm for comfort anyway. He took the blanket into his grasp and draped it over and around his friend’s shoulders, aware that that was probably what he’d wanted to do in the first place but he’d probably felt bad about stealing the whole thing.

Sirrus smirked happily and settled back into the blanket, closing his eyes and mouthing a silent thank you to V. He would remain where he was now. Comfortable and content. Their mutual enjoyment of the silence between them was more than enough for the two of them. Neither of them felt the compulsion to go anywhere.

This was nice. Peaceful. Why ruin a good thing?

(-~-)

Sorry that I missed last Friday, everyone. I meant to upload on the 28th of June but I was tired and just didn’t finish it in time. I know I didn’t mention that was going to be the next upload date, but I still think I created that expectation, so my bad! I had a fun time last week streaming with some of you, though!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter nonetheless! I was giggling at the wholesome cuteness the entire time I was writing it, so here’s to hoping that translated to the page! Take care and I’ll see you next week on the 12th! Looks like I’m slightly ahead for the first time in a long while, even if it was by accident! Thanks for reading! Bye bye!

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wannabevampire · 3 years ago

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Fun idea: Druig LOVES eating pussy and gets messy as hell with it. He’ll eat her out through her panties and tease the fuck out of her, then he takes them off and literally eats her out until she’s crying from overstimulation before he fucks her

That’s my angel.

oh 100%

that man takes his time. end of discussion.

totally went off topic! my bad <3

druig x fem!reader

dom!druig (hard dom but he has his moments <3)

sub!reader (bratty-ish)

warnings: degradation & humiliation (i am mean it’s me so that’s a given at this point..but this one is particularly degradation heavy!), orgasm delay + overstimulation, spit kink, crying (in a good way!), dacryphilia, spanking, use of restraints, pet names (mainly angel, puppy is also used!), mind control 😵‍💫, uhhh boot riding? idk how to tag that, dumbification! might be forgetting something?? idk

reblogs are very much appreciated!! :D

sorry if this sucks 🤧 i’m feeling a little off? hopefully it’s okay!!

18+ MDNI!!!!!!! no minors. fuck off plz <3

Druig. Druig. Druig pay attention to me please. Hey Druig please-

You thought over and over and over again. Knowing that he was reading your mind. He always did when you were being a brat (or as he sometimes liked to call it ‘a pain in the ass’). So he could monitor you behavior without having to give you the attention you so desperately craved, but had yet to deserve.

You'd been begging to get fucked dumb the entire day. Distracting him while he's working, being a total brat, and constantly teasing him.

But he refused to give in. No matter how turned on he was or how badly he wanted to put you in your fucking place, he was going to make you wait for it.

He finished up his work and stretched before heading to the bedroom you both shared. You were sitting there waiting for him. Your feet tucked under you and your hands resting gracefully in your lap. Looking like gods blue print for a innocent, obedient, submissive, little angle.

You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head to the side playfully. Flashing him your puppy dog eyes, as if daring him to treat you like anything other than a good girl.

He looked you up and down before nodding approvingly and walking over to the closet. You watched confusedly as he simply went about business as though everything was normal.

He discarded his jacket, hanging it up before shutting the door and turning to face you again.

The look in his eyes was intense, almost angry.

He continued starring at you as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled them up so the fabric bunched around his forearms. He undid a few buttons at the top of his chest, allowing him a bit more freedom. He relished in the sensation and stretched his neck. Letting out a groan of satisfaction.

The noises he was making mixed with the fact that you'd been turned on all day was driving you absolutely wild. You yearned to reach out, grab him, and kiss until the two of you had no choice to fall apart. To liter his neck with kisses and bite marks. You wanted to tug on his hair so he would make those wonderful little gasps that set your heart on fire.

You shifted from your spot, flipping your legs around so they dangled from the side of the bed, preparing yourself to stand and face him.

"I'm sorry who the fuck told you you were allowed to move?"

Druig snapped at you, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"W-what?" You stammered, extremely confused.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. His harsh words and cruel behavior had you causing you to feel ashamed…and extremely turned on.

Tears threatening to fall and thighs rubbing together expectantly.

"God you really are stupid? Need me to spell it out for you baby?"

A grin beginning to tug at his upper lip. He began to undo his belt, and you waited patiently. Knowing that you were certainly about to be fucked until you forgot what language you were suppose to be speaking and the only words you could remember were "yes sir" and "Druig".

But instead on throwing his belt on the back of his desk chair like he always did. He folded it in half and stalked closer to you. His foot steps echoing loudly across the room. You hadn't realized how silent everything had been until the only things left to be heard was the rhythmic fall of Druig’s boots hitting the floor, the steady increase of your breath, and the whimpers that fell for your lips and flooded the air, filling him with excitement.

“You spent the entire day whoring yourself out. Acting like a brain dead slut, which you are by the way and I’m glad to see you’re embracing it, And now you want to pretend like you’re innocent? Angel, don’t you want to finish what you started?”

You stared at him, your eyes wide as you tried to gather your thoughts enough to muster a semi-decent reply.

He tilted his head mockingly, the look in his eyes was intense and his demeanor became darker.

“God, look at yourself. I have yet to lay a finger on you and you’re already ruined. You’re so fucking pathetic, I love it.”

Druig said, his voice had dropped a few octaves but it was clear it wasn’t a conscious decision. You just did that to him. You brought out parts of him he hadn’t even know existed.

His head was swimming with thoughts of you. His mind focused on one thing and one thing only, ruining you.

You’re brain felt fuzzy. All you could focus on was him. The sound of his voice, his intoxicating presence, you were drunk off him. Completely enamored, utterly in love with, and incredibly turned on.

All for Druig.

He made you dizzy with lust. You cocked your head to the side, mirroring him. Your current headspace leaving you slightly confused as to what he wanted you to do.

He laughed at this. He loved the way you always tried to please him, no matter what. Trying desperately to obey him even when you had no idea what he was asking for.

“Would you look at that? So obedient for me, aren’t you?”

He sighed happily as you nodded quickly, your eyes looked hazy and slightly tearful.

“You just don’t know what to do with yourself. Do you? Need me to do everything for ya huh puppy. Not a single thought in that dumb little brain of yours.”

You were itching to reach out and touch him. Images of you clinging onto him as you rut yourself against him. His thigh, his abs, his bicep, his boot- the image changed. But one thing remained the same in every frame.

You were desperate for him, and he was making you work for it.

You saw Druig’s smile and immediately realized he was reading your thoughts. Skimming through your memories as if they were the morning paper.

Well, At least now he knows what you want and he can give it to you! You thought.

“Oh puppy you really have learned nothing. You think I’m gonna go easy on you? Think I’m gonna give in and hand you everything you want on a silver platter?”

His laughter was almost cruel.

“Angel, I’m going to ruin you. Just like you’ve been begging me to. And when you get to that point where you’re crying and shaking and telling me it’s too much, I want you to remember that you’re the one who asked for this. So sit there, be good for me, and remember your fucking place.”

He walked toward you slowly as he said this. Sizing you up and playing mindlessly with the belt in his hands. Trying to decide if he should cuff you, spank you, or both.

A whimper escaped your lips as his eyes glowed gold and suddenly your minds-eye was filled with various scenarios of yourself and Druig.

…

You were tied to the bed, your wrists bound and fastened securely to the headboard. Held together with his belt, which was wrapped tightly enough to remind you of your place but not so much that it was painful. Besides your arms the rest of your body wasn’t confined in any way. Though you were naked and vulnerable especially, in the presence of Druig who was still fully clothed (minus his jack and belt).

He never liked to tie your legs down. Watching you squirm and twist around as he overstimulated you to the point of tears was one of his favorite parts. He liked knowing he could hold you down with nothing more than a few words and his own strength. No need for ropes or mind control.

However, he did like keeping your hands cuffed. It kept you from moving around too much, and reminded you that he was in charge. Plus you looked adorable crying and begging for him, knowing that you’d never be able to ‘escape’ on your own. And the feeling that accompanied observing the way you practically flew to him the second he released you was like no other.

The way you’d cling to him, whimpering and grasping onto any part of him that you could. Memorizing the feeling of his skin. Running your hands through his hair. Burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whimpered, your tears staining his shirt. As he held you and kissed every part of you until you laughed and pulled him up crashing your lips together. He could taste the salt of your tears and you could still taste yourself on his lips.

…

You gasped and blinked rapidly as you were thrown back into reality.

He was closer now, his eyes still shimmering slightly with gold.

You shifted nervously under his gaze. Your skin rubbing against the cold wood beneath you. Wait, wood? How did you need up here?

You were on the floor, looking rather disheveled and pathetic. Your eyes were filled with tears that had yet to fall, and your thighs were covered in your own arousal (which was now dripping onto the floor beneath you, an act that Druig would have a little too much fun with when discovered).

You stared up at him. Confused, and desperate.

He was leaning against a small wooden desk, standing directly across from you. His legs were crossed nonchalantly, the heel of his boots digging into the floor as he rested the majority of his body weight back upon the little table. He was twisting the belt in his hands knowingly. With a raised eyebrow and a smile that never wavered he looked you in the eye and said:

“You liked that didn’t you? You want it right now angel?”

Your face screwed up in confusion, there was no way in hell he was going to make it this easy. But still, he stayed calm. Eerily calm. He had yet to break eye contact.

“Well? Speak up puppy. Use your big girl words and ask for what you want. Or are you too stupid to remember manners?”

He scoffed and tilted his chin upwards slightly. He looked (and felt) like your superior, he was.

Well here goes nothing!

“I want you to-”

He sighed loudly, cutting you off.

“Wrong! I know I say this a lot but jesus, you really are just my little fuck toy. Nothing else. It’s all you’re good for really. Can’t even beg properly. You know what happens when you don’t listen to me angel. Wanna see another scenario? You might not like this one that much, but I’m gonna fucking love it. Ya never no though, you always have been my little whore.”

“No wait! Please just touch me, or…or fuck me! Please Druig! Sir I need you-”

“Bit too late for that, aye princess?”

“Dru-” But you were cut off.

His eyes flashed gold again and suddenly you were transported into to another scenario.

…

The smooth texture of the wooden desk felt cool and grounding against your face. The feeling of leather snapped against your skin, leaving marks in its wake. You were bent over his desk, the papers around you mixed together haphazardly and threatening to the slip off the side and on to the floor below you.

You gasped and whimpered as he spanked you with his belt. Hard enough to leave bruises. Pain so sweet it was pleasurable.

You could feel the stinging pain as he brought his hand down again. You could taste the salt of your tears that had run down your cheeks and onto your lips. You could hear his voice and the words it carried, a wonderful mixture of praise and humiliation.

“20.”

Druig said as he brought the leather belt down one last time. Leaving you shaking with relief, though a twisted part of you still craved more.

He could sense this, your mind always was so easy for him to read. Especially when you were in this type of headspace. All floaty, without a thought in the world except him. Druig, your Druig. Your mind was practically inviting him to invade your subconscious.

Which was currently trying very hard to suppress the fact that you wanted more.

‘cute’ He thought to himself.

And brought his hand down one last time, though he did so quiet softly. Leaning over you, your body bent over the desk, he brought his face next to yours. And after gently brushing a strand of hair out of the way, whispered:

“You think so fucking loudly. I know what you want angel, I know you want more. But you’ve gotten enough of those for tonight pretty girl.”

Druig knew your limits, even the ones you tried to pretend didn’t apply to you. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

He pulled up up and twisted you around. You were sitting on the edge of his desk now, one of his legs slotted in between yours. He looked at you for a few moments, letting his gaze examine every inch of your skin. He smiled softly before kissing you passionately. You immediately deepened the kiss and after a few moment of calculated self control you threw caution to the wind and began grinding yourself against his thigh.

He pulled away and looked down at you. You were too far gone. Despite being disconnected from the kiss your hips continued to rut against his thigh. Chasing pleasure so close you could almost taste it. Tears fell down your cheeks and moans flooded the air. He cupped your face in his hand, stroking your cheek lovingly.

Then his eyes began to glow golden. And before you knew it you were pushed to the ground. Druig’s hand wrapped tightly around a portions of your hair as you stared up at him. Mouth opened wide obediently. You felt distantly aware of the fact that your hips had yet to stop moving despite not being on his thigh anymore. You were grinding against his boot, desperately praying for your orgasm to arrive soon.

You truly were a sight for sore eyes. Druig thought to himself as took you in.

Your eyes were blood shot, cheeks tear stained, lips red and swollen from bite marks and stolen kisses.

One hand was wrapped firmly around his thigh, grounding you as you rutted desperately against his boot. The other arm reached up, holding onto his hand tightly. A reminder that no matter how real the things he says i’m scenes like these sound, you’re always his beautiful perfect girl. And he wouldn’t trade you for anything in the entire universe.

Druig tugged your hair back, though his intense gaze was what caused you to halt your movements not the pain.

“I love you angel.” He whispered.

“I love you Druig.” You whispered back.

He stroked your cheek affectionately before moving his hand around and pushing his thumb past your lips. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and you opened your mouth wider.

He bent down and spit in your mouth. You swallowed it eagerly, causing him to smile widely.

“Atta girl.”

…

“So which ones it gonna be puppy?”

He smiles at your answer.

Letting his serious façade slip slightly in the process. Looking at you with pure adoration.

“Atta girl.”

He tilted his head down briefly and gave you a look that asked ‘are you okay? can we keep going?’.

You smiled and eagerly nodded. He winked at you and blew you a kiss. But just a soon as the glimpse of affection crossed his faces it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He slipped effortlessly back into an intense expression. His eyes darkening as he re-adjusted himself into his former position. His change in demeanor immediately caused you to squirm, you could practically feel the dominance rolling off him. And you became hyper aware of the belt. An observation which Druig quickly picked up on.

He let out a cold laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. You watched as he extended his right hand (the one not currently holding the belt menacingly) and beckoned your forward.

It took you a moment to register. Which annoyed Druig slightly and he demonstrated this by snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor in front of him. Ordering you to come closer.

You quickly scrambled in an attempt to stand up and walk towards him. An action that was met with a scoff of disapproval. Before you knew it Druig’s eyes were flowing gold again and you felt yourself stumble and fall back to the floor. You mindlessly situated yourself into the position you’d been in previously.

You let out a whine of confusion and desperation. The tears that had been gathering steadily on your bottom lashes taking this an open invitation to fall down your cheeks. Leaving you crying and whimpering.

You just wanted to be good for him.

He laughed again, earnestly this time, when he saw how fucked out and pathetic you looked. He had yet to lay a finger on you and yet you were dripping for him.

“You wanna try that again?”

Huh? Again?

Your confusion must have been evident as he simply raised an eye brow and gestured to the space in front of him.

Oh?

Oh.

He smiled, when he saw the look on your face. A clear indication to the fact that you did indeed understand what he was talking about.

“Good to see there are still a few brain cells left in that dumb little head of yours.”

He sighed happily and tilted his head, mock-lovingly.

“Now crawl.”

…

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

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kurosukii · 4 years ago

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𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader

summary: you’re so glad that you married a loving and doting man who cares for your child as if she’s his own flesh and blood; you just didn’t expect that his son would take a certain liking to you as well...

genre: smut, stepcest au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, pseudoincest (stepcest), somnophilia, dubcon cheating, milf reader, use of ‘mommy’ (not in the femdom way), creepy and possessive issei, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, body image issues, corruption, manipulation, panty sniffing, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, spitting, degradation, praise, size kink, breeding kink, biting, nipple play, oral (f receiving), humping, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, overstimulation, mating press, doggy style

word count: 6.4k

author’s note: for @karasunosimp‘s it’s raining milk collab! thank you for letting me join! hehe so it’s another stepcest au,,, also i’ve already written for 3/4 of the seijoh four EEK (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you to @meiansmistress @ssrated1volleyballplayer @bokuroskitten @anime-nymph for beta-reading and editing! <33

[11:53 AM]

“have fun at the amusement park! stay safe and always listen to your dad, okay?” you say sweetly to your jumping daughter.

you giggle at her excitement, your heart and cheeks warming when you see her eyes twinkling with unbridled joy as she holds her stepdad’s finger with her entire hand.

“bye mommy! i’ll see you later when we get back! have fun with nii-chan!” she answers loudly, squealing when your husband picks her up and twirls her around as they walk down the path to the car.

you wave them off, returning inside and closing the door with a click. you wince at the sound, louder now that your daughter’s giggles and squeals are gone.

meanwhile, issei leans against the wall with his thick arms crossed as he shamelessly looks you over from head to toe. he slowly licks his bottom lip, clearly liking what he sees.

you’re now hyper aware of your bare nipples brushing against the fabric of your shirt, and paired with the flimsy linen shorts you’re wearing, the room definitely feels hotter with the sexual tension that’s permeating the air

sexual tension that you’ve been blatantly ignoring ever since you married into the matsukawa household.

“why are you always so nervous around me, mommy?” issei asks, feigning innocence. his eyes twinkle and lips stretch into a smirk when he sees your breath hitch.

you don’t bother to grace him with an answer, heavy lump forming in your throat as you speed walk past him and into the kitchen.

he chuckles at your reaction and pushes himself off the wall, following you as his eyes watch your swaying hips. issei is hungry and it has more to do with the woman in front of him rather than the steaming plate of food on the table.

after you’re done fixing up the table and finally take a seat, you pray to any higher being within earshot to ask for strength in dealing with your wayward stepson.

you really don’t like being alone with him and it’s not because you don’t want to be around him. it’s because you’re afraid of what he might do to you.

you weren’t born yesterday and you’ve lived a long enough life to know when a man is looking at you like he wants to spread your legs and pound you until you’re a writhing mess underneath him.

because that’s how issei looks at you and he’s not ashamed about it either. it genuinely shocks you because his father—your husband—can be in the room and issei will still undress you with his eyes.

you thought you were being delusional at first, ashamed at how you secretly accused your husband’s son of leering at and having inappropriate thoughts about you.

it turned out that you weren’t wrong, however, because you came home one afternoon to get something you left, expecting that no one would be there so imagine your shock when you passed by issei’s slightly opened door and heard him pleasuring himself.

you were about to run back downstairs until you heard him groan your name as he was stroking his cock. you choked out a gasp as you stood by his door. he was naked, tanned body glistening with sweat as he fucked his hand.

you couldn’t help but gape at his thick and long cock—bigger than your husband’s, as much as you were ashamed to admit—and you watched him for a few minutes, panties drenched with how much slick and pre-cum was leaking out of issei’s, for lack of a better word, horsecock.

your face burned when his hips jerked and he sprayed his cum all over himself, moaning your name long and hard as his body twitched from the stimulation.

needless to say, you went back to work with soiled panties and a hot face, not knowing that watching issei masturbate to the thought of you would be the turning point that led to the taboo relationship with your stepson.

the sound of utensils falling and clanging break you from your memories; your face burns at being caught red handed and you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

issei apologizes for the disturbance and continues eating, never failing to wink every time you glance at him. he knows the effect he has on you and he relishes in it, teasing his stepmom endlessly.

he can’t wait to expose you for the little whore you actually are, and what better than to seize the opportunity of the both of you having the house all to yourselves?

“your little one and my dad are out bonding in the amusement park and i know for sure that they’ll be there all the way into the night,” he says, setting down his utensils and wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

the movement of his hands causes the many rings on his fingers to reflect against the light and he looks at you from under his thick lashes, brown eyes smoldering with shameless desire.

“so why don’t we do some bonding too?” he asks and chuckles when you choke on your food. he reaches for your cup of water and hands it to you, thick and ring-clad fingers brushing against yours as you take it from him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, mommy?” he whispers, his voice raspy and deep. you shiver at his sensual tone, fingers gripping the cup hard. you clear your throat loudly after swallowing, willing yourself to ignore his advances and innuendos.

“i’m tired, issei. i’m going to take a nap after eating,” you say sternly, glaring when he seems not to take you seriously. he laughs lowly, letting out an okay, whatever you say, before standing up and stretching.

your cheeks warm when he groans, similar to the one you heard before, and you jump out of your chair and begin to gather all the plates and leftover food.

“let me clean up, hmm? you did all the cooking and prepping. ” issei stops you with a large hand on your forearm. his skin is hot to the touch but his rings feel cool, the juxtaposition making you lightheaded.

he’s breathing down on you, large body covering yours while his intoxicating scent invades your senses. you shake your head and mumble out a garbled ‘thank you’ before you leave the kitchen and issei, practically sprinting up the stairs and towards the room you share with your husband.

you close the door once you’re inside, breathing heavily as you hear your heartbeat in your ears. damn him, you growl in your head. you ought to give him an earful about personal spaces and appropriate manners.

you sigh loudly as you walk to the dresser, intent on changing into your silky nightgown for your midday nap. you wear the garment to help you feel attractive, despite your age and changed body. you remove your shirt over your head and shiver when you see how hard and pebbled your nipples are.

even though your mind refuses to succumb to issei, your body is a whole different story. you wince when you remove your shorts and feel the dampness in your panties, making shame and guilt course through you as you put on your nightgown.

of all the people in the world, only your husband should make you feel this way. no one else, and certainly not his son. what would he think of you? what would your daughter think of you?

fuck, why are you even allowing yourself to think like this?

you know that if you ask issei to stop acting inappropriately towards you, he would listen—wouldn’t he?

you know the reason why you allowed this whole forbidden staring and teasing to go on for so long was because you felt lonely. which angers you, because you have a loving husband and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

but he didn’t exactly make you feel desired. sure, you’ve been intimate with him but he didn’t look at you the way you want to be looked at—like you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. you feel ashamed, as if all the attention and love your husband gives means nothing to you.

as someone who has gone through major bodily changes, the ugly face of insecurity easily rears its head when you look at yourself in the mirror—but that doesn’t mean you regret having your daughter, not at all.

it’s just one of those things that has been ingrained in you and you find it hard to escape. which is why whenever issei looks at you with hungry eyes, you can’t help but feel wanted, desired.

it’s as if he doesn’t care about the extra weight you put on or the stretch marks on your body—no, he doesn’t care about any of that. you wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t for his incessant teasing and the fact that he masturbates to the thought of you.

but you know it’s wrong, that it can never be. you sigh dejectedly as you lie down on the soft and cold bed, staring up at the ceiling. you have to talk to issei about this whole game and tell him to stop it before his father finds out.

and issei’s molten brown eyes are the last thing you think of before you finally close your eyes.

issei hums as he wipes his hands on the towel, looking in the direction you ran off. he smirks to himself as he puts back on his rings, body brimming with excitement and desire. time to pay you a visit.

he walks up the stairs, footsteps loud in the quiet house. he finds himself right in front of your door and leans his ear on the wood. he’s met with silence as he slowly turns the knob and enters the dimly lit room.

his eyes immediately find your sleeping form and he feels his cock stir in his pants, making the fabric tighten around his crotch.

fuck, you’re so god-damn beautiful.

long legs carry him over to you. he puts one knee on the bed, making it dip as his long fingers caress your cheek. his rings complement your complexion, his thumb and index finger lightly squeezing your parted lips.

he watches in fascination as your eyelashes flutter against your cheek and his cock twitches again when he hears your little whimper as he plays with your slightly damp lips.

his fingers continue their ministrations as his sharp eyes travel down your form, smirking when he sees your nipples poking through the silky fabric. to his delight, he notices your nightgown riding up your body, revealing the frilly white cloth of your panties.

he groans softly as his cock hardens and the bed dips even more as he puts his whole weight on it. he stops his movements on your face and maneuvers himself until his large body is over you.

his eyes burn holes through your panties and his breathing becomes heavier. god, he knows it’s wrong to touch and feel you up while you’re sleeping, but you’re so fucking breathtaking and he can’t help himself. after all, he’s been waiting for an opportunity like this to happen.

there’s a slight tremor in his hands as they hover over the exposed skin of your thighs. he lays them gently on your skin and he groans lowly in his throat. fuck, you’re so smooth and soft.

he squeezes them a few times before he gently pries your legs open, watching your reaction carefully in case you wake up. your breaths are still even and he takes that as a signal to spread your legs wider, raising them until your feet are planted on the bed.

he bites his lower lip to stifle his groan once he sees the wet patch on the center of your frilly panties. you’re such a fucking whore and he knows that it’s for him and only him.

he positions his body until he’s lying on his stomach, slightly rutting the bed to relieve the tension in his cock. his head moves between your legs, directly in front of your heated and covered pussy.

you stir slightly when you feel a breeze on your exposed skin, making issei stiffen. you settle down and he sighs in relief, thinking fuck it before he inhales the scent of your arousal.

he growls lowly in his throat at your smell, sticking out his tongue and licking a long and wet stripe up your covered slit. you moan softly, but that doesn’t deter issei from groaning into your cunt.

he raises his body and sits up on his haunches, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties. he slowly pulls them down and his eyes practically glow as he sees your bare pussy for the first time.

his throbbing cock twitches when he sees a string of slick connecting your cunt to your panties. he gently lifts your hips and stretches your legs so he can remove the soiled underwear, watching your sleeping face carefully before positioning your legs again.

he knows he’s a disgusting man, but what can he do when you’re offering yourself up so sweetly to him?

he bunches the fabric in his hand, ringed fingers making an indent on the cotton as he brings it up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply.

he growls at your fresh scent, his body tensing at the new wave of arousal that drenched your panties. he watches as you squirm and move around, rubbing your thighs together as you whimper quietly in your sleep.

his eyes flash. is his naughty stepmom having a wet dream? that explains why your panties feel wetter in his hand...

well, issei is nothing but a man who makes women’s dreams come true, and it just so happens that you’ve captured his attention—and quite frankly, his dick.

he throws your panties to the floor after a few more sniffs and quickly dives back between your legs. he’s up close to your naked pussy, pupils blown wide as he stares at your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

you’re wet but not wet enough by his standards, so he gathers all the saliva he has in his mouth and parts your folds with two thick fingers. he spits on your cunt, the little sound coursing through the quiet room.

he watches intently as the globule of spit slides down your lower lips and you shiver, moaning at the cold feeling between your legs. you squirm more as your mind gets filled with a certain haziness, unable to distinguish what’s real and what’s a dream.

throwing caution out the window, issei wastes no time and finds your clit, suckling it into the damp heat of his mouth. he groans at the taste of your pussy, his hips rutting the bed once more.

the vibrations from his lips make you moan loudly and arch into issei’s mouth. your eyes are squeezed tightly as you thrash around the bed, making you instinctively close your legs, squeezing issei’s head between them.

his hands grab your thighs, the cold rings on his fingers digging into your skin as he pries them open. he shakes his head with your clit in his mouth, making you cry out and tremble.

god, your dream feels so fucking real. you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and you love it. your fingers grip the sheets as you involuntarily roll your hips, following the motions of issei’s tongue and lips.

his chin is drenched with his saliva and your juices as the bed creaks from the rutting of his hips. frankly, he doesn’t care how loud and sloppy he’s being if it means you’re this responsive.

issei lets go of one thigh and moves his arm under him while his mouth continues to suck and lick your clit. he watches through his lashes as your chest rises and falls quickly, cute moans falling from your mouth.

the silk of your nightgown is dark with how heated your body is, your sweat dampening the fabric. your nipples are so hard that they’re poking through the garment.

his tongue flicks against your puffy clit as he slowly inserts two fingers—the ones that aren’t adorned with rings—into your leaking cunt.

the feeling of his long fingers inside your pussy makes you cry out and your toes curl from the full feeling. the new stimulation and volume of your pleasured sounds awakens you, your foggy eyes wide and confused.

you’re still groggy when you sit up and lean on your hands, your mind processing what’s happening when you realize that it wasn’t a dream at all.

no, it’s real and issei’s really between your legs, lapping away and fingering your aching pussy. your mind clears and you choke out a gasp in between your moans as you watch him in shock.

issei watches the emotions cross your face the whole time and his chest puffs out, his ego rising knowing that he’s the one doing this to you.

your frantic eyes meet his and he winks slyly. you tug at his hair ready to pull his head and mouth off of you because this is so wrong, but he beats you to it. his tongue swirls and flicks faster at your pulsing bud, his fingers increasing their thrusting.

now that you’re awake, he doesn’t have to care about his volume anymore so he lets out loud groans and grunts, the vibrations reverberating through you and making your pussy tingle.

“issei, t-this is wrong! s-top! stop!” you beg, voice immediately turning into a loud moan when he ignores you and bobs his head faster.

he moans to himself, knowing that your body is betraying you because although you’re begging him to stop, your hand is tugging his hair as you desperately fuck his face and fingers.

you taste so good that he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

“i-i mean it! get off—oh my god!” you scream when he gives your clit a hard suck. coupled with the squelching sounds and speed of his thrusting fingers, you cum all over his mouth.

you breathe heavily, face flushed and blissed out as you watch issei kiss your inner thighs before rising between your legs.

his mouth and chin are glistening with your cum and his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips clean of your juices, groaning as he meets your eyes.

you notice the dark patch on his crotch and your cheeks flame when you realize that he came the same time as you, but that doesn’t ease your worries because his cock is still hard and twitching.

once you regain some of your bearings, you realize what exactly just occurred and you let out a little scream as you try to scramble away from issei, shame filling your body.

he doesn’t let you get away from him, however, because he immediately pushes you on your back and crashes his swollen lips to yours.

you yelp at the sudden movement and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, grinding his hard cock on your wet and leaking pussy, further drenching the fabric of his pants.

you taste your essence as he massages his tongue with yours. you moan, tugging at his messy curly hair, trying and failing to pull him off you.

his hands find purchase on your thighs and he squeezes them, making you shiver at his cold rings. you whimper when he wraps your legs around his waist, grinding into you with a force harder than before.

your saliva mixes with his as the lewd clicking sounds of your mouths fill your ears. issei grinds on you one last time before he lifts his head from yours, lips separating with a trail of spit connecting them.

satisfied with kissing you, he stares at your face, gaze smoldering. you try to push him off you, but to no avail. he only tightens your legs around his waist as you struggle against him.

you suck in a breath as you feel the heat of his cock directly on your naked pussy. issei smirks lazily at you, tutting at you as if you’re inconveniencing him. your hands tug at his hair more, desperately trying to anchor yourself.

“if i had known your pussy tastes that sweet, my face would stay buried between your legs for the rest of my days,” he says suavely, his tongue darting out and licking his lips as he looks at yours.

you moan softly at his words and you’re now keenly aware of your nightgown sticking to your skin, making you uncomfortable as your nipples brush against the sweaty fabric. issei notices your discomfort and clicks his tongue.

“i think you’ve been hiding your pretty tits from me for far too long,” he whispers, his hot breath caressing your face. his hands move from your thighs and his fingers hook under the straps of your nightgown.

you shiver underneath him as his hands remove the sweaty fabric from your body, ring-clad fingers ghosting the sensitive skin of your arms.

you whine in distress as issei discards your nightgown somewhere behind him. you’ve never felt so exposed, your bare and glistening body being scrutinised by his dark eyes.

your insecurities start to get the better of you and you move your arms to cover your breasts and mound. issei stops you, large hands putting your arms back to your side.

“don’t hide from me, baby,” he whispers, his head dipping as he kisses the crook of your neck. his hands go to your chest and he palms both of your aching tits, squeezing and kneadingthe soft skin.

you moan, arching into the warm and cool feeling of his fingers. issei continues sucking and leaving marks on the skin of your neck as he whispers his thoughts.

“i know my dad doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he claims, making you squirm under his body that’s still clothed.

shame momentarily disappearing, you claw at his shirt and pants. he chuckles at your impatience and his hands leave your breasts for a moment, removing his shirt in record time.

he gets off the bed and makes quick work of his pants, kicking them off and quickly returning to the bed—to you. he didn’t give you the chance to look at his hard cock—not that you needed to anyway, because you already know what it looks like.

you yelp when issei puts his arms around you and settles you down on his lap, giving you a clear view of his cock that’s bobbing against his defined abdomen.

you gulp, nervousness filling your body as you stare at his large cock. seeing it up close is absolutely different—it’s longer and thicker than any other dick you’ve ever seen.

issei’s ego rises as he watches you. he’s always been proud of his size but seeing you? the object of his and his dick’s affections sitting on his lap? well, that’s enough to boost any man’s ego.

“see what you do to me?” he asks, guiding your hand to his throbbing cock. you whimper when you hold his shaft, your hand barely wrapping around him. issei hisses at the feeling of your soft hand touching his sensitive skin.

“you’re so fucking sexy and i can’t stop thinking about how you’d look like bouncing on my cock,” he admits, urging you to stroke his dick faster.

you slowly pump his shaft and moan when you feel his fingers—the same ones from before—find your swollen clit, slowly circling the pulsing bud. your free hand squeezes his shoulder as his fingers move faster.

you squeal when he inserts two fingers inside your cunt, making your hand squeeze his cock. he groans in at the stimulation, making his abs clench.

“i-ssei!” you whine, head thrown back as he pumps his fingers into you faster. the squelching sounds of his fingers scissoring your insides causes a knot to slowly form at the pit of your stomach.

“gotta prep this pussy more, baby,” he says breathlessly, watching your slack-jawed face as you stroke and twist his cock.

“still so fucking tight, can’t wait to sink into you,” he grunts, moving your body so he can get a better angle at your g-spot.

“bet i can fuck you better than my dad ever will, mommy,” he growls, curling his fingers inside of you as he ends his sentence. you lurch forward and cry out, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“see? you want my cock—shit—so badly, huh? look at how your hand is squeezing and s-stroking me, fuck,” he stutters, feeling his orgasm approach. his free hand squeezes your hip, keeping your balance.

you shake your head frantically at his statement, still not admitting that you want this, want him.

“stop fighting it. i know you want me as much as i want you,” he grates, curling his fingers again and making you wail at the pleasure. your fingers twist and pump his cock, pre-cum leak from the tip. your hand feels warm and slick as you continue to jerk issei’s shaft.

“gonna cum baby, cum with me,” he whispers into your skin, breaths heavy as the slick sounds of your fluids fill the room.

your body is trembling and you know you’re nearing your orgasm once more. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“c-cumming, issei!” you scream when his thumb circles your clit just as he curls his fingers again inside your tight pussy, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

he follows after you, hot spurts of his cum staining your hand and arm. he groans and throws his head back as he feels the heat of his essence coat his abs and thighs.

he removes his fingers from your cunt and gently pushes you back on the bed. you yelp when issei grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, folding your body in half.

“i’m going to fuck you until all you and i can hear in this house are your cute and sexy moans,” he growls, spreading your legs and baring your clenching hole to his dark eyes.

his cock bobs as he moves forward and he takes hold of his shaft, one long vein on the underside. he taps it a few times on your clit, making you whine and close your eyes.

you take a deep breath as he inserts the tip, body shaking as his large cock goes inside of you, inch by inch.

you open your eyes and claw at his arms when the stretch starts to become uncomfortable. you look down and gasp, eyes wide as you have a clear view of his fat cock splitting you.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, squeezing your thighs as he slowly bottoms out.

“you’re so big, issei,” you moan, leaning your head back on the pillow as your eyes flutter at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.

“mhmm, big enough to fuck you the way you want to be fucked, mommy,” he chuckles then groans when your cunt squeezes around him.

“fuck—do you like it when i call you mommy?” he growls when your tight walls clamp down on him again. you shake your head, a futile attempt in proving him wrong.

“who knew my mommy is so kinky,” he mocks you and before you can even reprimand him, his entire length bottoms out in one swift thrust.

“issei! fuck!” you scream, scratching his forearms as your back arches, toes curling at the sudden thrust.

you feel so fucking full. of all the cocks you’ve taken, issei’s definitely tops the list. you can feel every part of him, from the single vein to the throbbing of his length.

he groans loudly, squeezing your thighs so hard that his rings will definitely leave bruises later. he fights to controls himself, willing not to cum at the feeling of your pussy finally enveloping him.

he sucks in a breath and leans his forehead against yours, pulling out slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside your pussy. you whine at the loss, missing the way he stretches you.

he thrusts back in, bottoming out as his tip teases the entrance of your cervix. you cry out in both pain and pleasure, still trying to adjust to his size.

he stays still inside of you for a few seconds before he places his hands on the bed, your calves resting on his upper arms. he starts thrusting, moving in and out of your cunt.

you mumble incoherently, breasts bouncing with each thrust issei makes. you grab both of his wrists, squeezing them as the sounds of your skin meeting his fill your ears.

issei groans and hisses, panting heavily as he pounds your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. he leans down to your ear, licking the sensitive skin and making your shaking body tremble even more as you whine.

“bet you’re happy now, huh?” he whispers in between his groans, biting your earlobe.

“w-what do you—oh my god, issei!” you stutter, but then he fucks you harder and faster, making you keen and arch your back. he makes your body contort into positions you’ve never been in before—until now.

“do you think you’re quiet when you touch yourself during your late night showers?” he asks you in a condescending manner, smirking when you whine at his statement.

“i can fucking hear you when i go to the kitchen. you’re such a slut. moaning your stepson’s name, imagining that he’s the one who’s touching your pussy,” he growls as he buries his head in your neck, his hot breaths fanning your skin.

“but i guess i don’t have the right to talk, huh? i fuck my fist every night and imagine it’s your tight cunt wrapped around me,” he finishes, nipping away at your skin before his hands return the back of your sweaty thighs.

he slaps them, in sync with his thrusts, making you wince at the metal of his rings. your shaking arms reach for your ankles, setting everything on display for issei.

you’re loudly chanting his name like a prayer, pleasure running through every nerve in your body. for the first time in your life, you’re actually enjoying getting fucked silly—never mind that it’s your stepson who’s making you moan like a pornstar.

his thrusts are heavy and deep as he slowly toys with your clit and you jerk when his fingers draw circles on the aching bud. your body’s trembling harder than before, loud moans and whines falling from your open mouth as drool seeps from the corners.

“i-i’m gonna cum, issei!” you squeal as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and the squelching noises coming from your pussy make the pit in your stomach slowly tip over.

“cum, baby. cum all over my fat cock,” he whines, throwing his head back as he jackhammers into you, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening as he prepares to empty himself inside of you.

“c-cumming i-issei! fuck!” you scream, your hands squeezing your ankles as your legs shake from your intense orgasm. your cunt is practically suffocating issei’s cock, making his hips jerk and stop.

his mouth falls open into a loud and heavy groan as he spills his hot and sticky cum inside of you. there’s so much cum that it leaks out of you and around his cock as it drips down to the drenched sheets below your bodies.

you finally set your shaking legs down as your trembling body aches from your folded position. issei falls on top of you, elbows on the bed as his sweaty face is smothered by your breasts.

his cock is still inside of you, twitching as more cum spills inside of your soiled pussy. your heavy breaths fill the cool air of the room as you recover, feeling disgusting at all sweat and cum on and in your body.

issei lifts himself off of you and pulls out of your cunt, making you both sigh and groan at the drag of his cock. your mixed fluids immediately trickle out of your pussy and you moan at the thick feeling.

issei furrows his brows as his fingers scoop his cum and quickly pushes it back. you whine as the tips of his fingers tease your hole, squirming away from him as your clit throbs from the overstimulation.

you’re kind of expecting him to roll over you and lie down but he shocks you—it’s evident with the way you yelp when flips your body over to your stomach, his large hands raising your hips until you’re kneeling on the sheets.

“i can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,” he says breathlessly, chest still heaving at the previous round. but it’s true, he really can’t get enough of you—not when he knows the taste and feel of your pussy.

“i-issei, i-i can’t,” you whine when he holds his cock and hovers before your dripping cunt. he doesn’t pay any heed to your whimpers, mostly because he knows you still want more of this, more of him.

“you say that but your pussy is telling me a different story,” he smirks and you can hear the condescension in his voice as his thumb rubs the sweaty skin of your hips.

he doesn’t give you any time to reply because he quickly sinks into you, your mouth falling open into a loud moan as his fat cock stretches you open once more.

fuck, even if you’ve already taken him, the stretch and ache still feels the same. he’s so fucking big that you know you won’t ever get used to his size, no matter how many times he fucks you.

he doesn’t waste any time and starts rolling his hips, his thighs loudly slapping against your ass. he hisses as one of his hands lie flat on your back, pushing it down to form a deeper arch.

“i know you saw me jerking off. did you like the show i put on for you, mommy?” he growls, his other hand gripping the back of your neck and smothering your face on the sweat-stained sheets.

you moan into the fabric when you hear the mocking endearment, your drool mixing with all the other fluids. your fingers bunch the sheets between them as the loud creaking and thumping of the bed fill your ears.

“i came so hard because i knew you were watching me work my cock,” he groans, thrusting hard and deep. your cunt squeezes his cock when you remember that afternoon. so all this time? he was shamelessly coaxing you towards him?

you huff, pride slightly damaged when you hear his admission. you’ll show him that he’s not the only one who can fuck like an animal.

you whimper when you spread your knees—which is a feat in itself because issei’s thrusts practically send your body flying forward. you moan when he hits your sweet spot, making tingles run down your spine.

you start meeting his thrusts, no longer letting him do all the pulling and jostling. his eyes flash when he realizes what you’re doing, which only encourages him to fuck you harder.

his hands palm your jiggling ass, leaving marks on your soft skin. you leave your head buried in the sheets, the sheets, stifling your moans and whines because if you don’t, —you’ll definitely make the walls shake with how loud you are.

“yeah that’s a good girl. fuck yourself on my cock, come on,” he coaxes you, deep voice raspy as his own body trembles at the pleasure of your walls clamping down on his cock.

“fuck—look at how your slutty cunt is taking me,” he growls when you roll your hips, the angle sending new waves of pleasure to the both of you.

“god, i wanna fuck you in front of my dad just so he knows that your pussy belongs to me,” he hisses, holding your hips as he takes control of the pace again.

his thrusts become sloppy and erratic, the loud slapping of skin a constant symphony as he maintains the fast pace. you turn your head to the side and breathe deeply, choking out a moan as he continuously hits your g-spot.

“want me to make you a mommy again? get your belly all swollen and round with my kid?” he says, voice shaking as his heavy balls slap against your skin. he’s close, he can feel it.

you’re close too, just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you’ll gush around his cock again. issei leans over your body, his chest covering the entire expanse of your sweaty back.

you squeal when your knees drop and you fall flat on the bed, your entire front rubbing against the sheets. you whimper shakily when your nipples brush against the soft fabric, the extra stimulation making your body jerk back against issei’s thrusting cock.

“issei! g-gonna c-cum a-again!” you squeal, voice shaking from how raw your throat feels. your moans increase in pitch and volume the nearer you get to your orgasm.

“fuck, your pussy feels like heaven!” issei groans, his own voice increasing in pitch and volume as well as he reaches his limit. you feel his cock swell and throb before thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your clenching walls.

“issei—oh my god!” you wail, cumming at the same time as him. your mouth stays open in a silent scream as you close your eyes tightly, cunt spasming as you drench his cock with your essence.

you wince when you feel the squelching of your mixed juices as issei rolls to his side, bringing you with him. both of you are quivering with pleasure and overstimulation, breathing heavy with your chests rising and falling rapidly.

his cock finally softens inside of you, clearly spent for the day. more cum falls out of your pussy, staining your sweaty bodies even more.

his parted lips find your neck, sucking and licking away at glistening skin. you whine, tilting your head, exposing more skin for him to mark.

you sigh tiredly, exhaustion finally catching up to you. you don’t really care that you’re dirty and soiled with sweat and cum—or the fact that issei’s dick is still inside of you. you just want to rest.

your eyes droop, ready to fall asleep enveloped in issei’s warm chest and arms, along with the wandering of his soft lips on your neck—until you hear a very familiar voice shout from downstairs, loud footsteps running up the stairs.

“honey! issei! we’re finally home!”

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jcwriting · 4 years ago

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There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s? You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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oilivia · 4 years ago

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“Be a good girl and spread your legs” - w/ Kuroo, Atsumu & Suga

request: Ummmm, idk if you're still taking requests, but could I get prompt 20. With Atsumu, Kuroo, and Suga? Pls and thank chu!

a/n: these were super fun to write and i somehow ended up with three very different things, but i hope you’ll enjoy! please be mindful of the tws, i’m posting them separately for each drabble. no beta! smut under the cut.

pairings: Kuroo w/ virgin reader & slight corruption; Suga w/ daddy kink & dumbification; Atsumu w/ cowgirl, wholesome

wording: 2.1k

if you want to request drabbles, i have a list of prompts here, but please read my rules first here.

Kuroo

tw: implied virginity, fingering, oral (f receving), slight corruption

“Tetsu-” you moan softly, your hands sinking in his hair, his lips sucking at the delicate skin of your neck. That will leave a mark, but you don’t care. The fact that you are in his dorm room and his roommate could open the door any minute slips from your mind as you feel his hands knead your clothed breasts. All that matters is how good it all feels, how it leaves you wanting more, how his calloused fingers know just where to touch you.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he asks, voice laced with honey. If it was up to him, he’d rip the clothes off of you, free your pretty tits so he could sink his teeth into your perky nipples. But no, he has to take it slow. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you from the start, he doesn’t want you running away from him. You’re so sweet and innocent and your body isn’t used to being touched by a man. You writhe under his fingers, goosebumps littering your skin. He won’t lie, he loves it. Even though his cock twitches painfully in his pants from the lack of friction. He’ll just build you up, steadily and patiently, until you’re on your knees begging for him to fuck you.

Kuroo can see just how shy you are, how you hesitate for a second at his command, your eyes darting to his as if you want to make sure you understood correctly. He smiles sweetly, pressing his hands on the inside of your thighs and pushes them apart slowly. He watches you intently, grinning internally when he sees how you cover your mouth with your hand, averting your eyes as if to hide from his gaze. It’s so cute how embarrassed you are.

Your chest heaves, your breathing shallow. Your whole body feels as if you have a fever - your skin’s burning up, a dull ache in your abdomen. He kneels in front of you and when you feel his finger lightly trace your clothed slit a loud whine escapes you.

He would tease you, tell you that he knows how desperate you are for his cock by the way the wet spot on your white panties grows with his every touch. But he can’t do it yet. He’ll keep the teasing remarks to himself for now, content to watch the string of slick still connecting your folds to your panties when he tugs them down. Your body isn’t as innocent as you are.

“Can I?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips when he sees you nod sheepishly.

Kuroo can’t help but grin when he sees how tight you are, how he’s barely able to push his finger past your entrance. Your moans get louder when you feel his tongue press on your clit, swiping the sensitive nub as his digit thrusts in and out of you incessantly. Will you really cum just from this?

Your walls clench, your body twisting as the pressure in your abdomen snaps, waves of pleasure rippling through you. Your juices spill on his hand as he keeps fucking into you, savoring the lewd expressions on your face as you come undone for him. You’re so beautiful, exquisitely so.

And if that’s how you react to just one finger and a few strokes of his tongue, he can’t wait to see how pretty you’ll look creaming on his cock, the fucked out expressions you’ll be making. Sometimes being patient pays off and Kuroo is sure this is definitely one of those times.

Suga

tw: hard dom Suga, daddy kink, dumbification, infantilization, praise, edging, overstim, dacryphilia, sex toys, mentions of alcohol

When you met Suga you thought he was just another pretty boy, nothing too special. The kind you take home to your parents or marry after you’re done experimenting.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he commands, sharp eyes fixed on your body.

Turns out, his favorite pastime is watching you squirm as he fucks your brains out. All it took was stumbling into his bed one night after work, both of you drunk and lonely. And now you spent most evenings on your knees servicing his cock and waiting for him to take pity on you and stretch your walls.

You comply, opening your thighs and giving Suga a perfect view of your pretty cunt, soaked and throbbing. A small vibrator buzzes happily inside, pulling soft whimpers from your throat. He pushed it inside you on the lowest setting more than an hour ago - punishment for being late. The setting that isn’t high enough to get you off, but it’s high enough to make a mess out of your hole, to have you begging for him to let you cum.

“You look so good like this, you know? Like a dumb little baby, look how your cunny gushes.” He kneels between your legs, scooping the liquid between your folds with a finger “You like having that vibe inside you, hmm? Does it feel good?” He questions, his tone belittling. But you don’t care. All you care about is how good that tiny touch felt. You want to ask for more, but you know how much Suga hates it when you speak out of turn, so you settle on answering his question.

“I-It feels good, daddy,” your voice feels so small and broken as soft moans escape between each of your words. He smiles and your heart swells. You did good, he likes your answer. He watches you proudly. When you two met you were such a little brat. He worked so hard to make you behave, to make you into the dumb little fuckdoll that you are now. He loves you so much.

“That’s my baby. Now, tell me, will you be late again?” His palm is raised over your aching clit, ready to slap the bundle of nerves if you say the wrong thing.

“N-No, daddy,” you try. He smiles again. You sigh with relief, your chest rising and falling with your every breath, your nipples perked from the rush of emotions.

“Good girl,” he coos. His fingers find your clit, rubbing and pinching. “Is this what you want? You want me to let you cum?”

You nod desperately, cries and pleads erupting from your throat as you feel your climax within your reach. Just a little bit more and you’ll cum. You let out a whine when he stops and pulls the vibe out of you - you were so close.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Suga tugs down his boxers, his cock springing, large and throbbing. You lick your lips in anticipation. He gets between your thighs once more, aligning his tip with your hole. He pushes it in, torturously slow. Your legs are on his shoulders, your hands pinned above your head by his strong grip. He chuckles when he sees the way you squirm, how hard you’re trying to get more of his cock inside your plush walls. “You’re such a dumb little baby, so needy for me. You can’t cum without daddy’s help. What would you do without me, hmm?”

“I-I need m-more, daddy, please,” you beg, tears welling up in your eyes. Your insides felt like they were on fire. And you were so close to the sweet release of your orgasm. If only daddy took pity on his little baby and helped her cum.

“If you’re asking so nicely.” Suga slams his hips into yours, shoving the rest of his cock against your cervix all at once. He thinks you look so cute with your salty tears streaming down your face. You don’t last long, not with the pace at which he’s rutting into you. Your mind goes blank, tongue lolling out of your open mouth, your body convulsing under Suga’s. And he keeps thrusting into you, not even letting you catch your breath. You climax again, harder than the first time, your head dizzy, body going limp. Your walls are clamming on his cock, squeezing it and milking him for every last drop of his cum.

“My pretty baby, so good for me,” he whispers as he gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Let me clean you up and I’ll cuddle you.” You don’t even hear his last words as you succumb to sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.

Atsumu

tw: cowgirl, nipple play, kinda wholesome, Atsumu says baby twice, somehow this one ended up super sweet

Were you always such a tease? Atsumu asks himself as he stares at the way your tits bounce, threatening to spill from your low-cut dress. You’re skipping towards him, huge smile on your face and arms open to engulf him in a hug. You haven’t seen each other in a while, not since you moved to a different city for your job. But none of that matters now - you’re back.

Just like you’re back on his lap fifteen minutes later. Your lips are wrapped around his, your hands playing with the hem of his pants. You taste just as good as he remembers. God, how he missed you. He sucks on your tongue, his fingers pinching your nipples. He smirks when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. He always hated how those pesky things got in the way of his touches. You bite his bottom lip when he pulls away from the kiss and you smile, a devilish glint dancing in your eyes.

“Did I give you permission to stop?” You tease and he laughs. You’re even feistier than he remembers.

“Fuck, baby, I missed you so much,” his fingers dig into your back as he breathes deeply, taking in your intoxicating scent. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

He thinks your cocky smirk is adorable. “When was I ever a good girl, ‘Tsumu?” Still, you oblige, not because he asked you to, but because you want it just as much as he does. You move to straddle his lap, your hand between your bodies, stroking his cock through his pants. His mouth crashes with yours again in a sloppy kiss, tongues twisting as you swallow each other’s moans.

“You want me?” you question, your clouded eyes lying on his, mouth slightly open as you pant trying to catch your breath. His cock twitches at the hypnotizing sight - you could’ve asked him for anything right now and he would oblige.

“What do you think?”

“I think you can’t wait to bury your cock in my cunt,” a smirk plastered on your face as you reach for his boxers, rubbing your thumb in circles over his leaking tip. He hisses at the unexpected touch.

“You know I do.” Lifting yourself on your tiptoes, you pull your panties aside with a grin, placing Atsumu’s tip at your drenched entrance. You gasp as you slowly sink on his cock, relishing the way his girth spreads your ravenous cunt, inch by agonizing inch. You’re not prepped and even though you’re wet, your tight walls burn as his tip pushes inside you. But you couldn’t wait, not with his tantalizing cock finally within your grasp.

The way you’re riding him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, naked tits pressed against his taut chest is driving him crazy with lust. Why did he ever let you go? Your moans sound so sweet and he whispers your name in your ear, over and over, like a prayer. He licks at the shell of your ear and your cries get louder. You gyrate your hips, his palms resting on your waist as he meets your thrusts halfway.

“Your cock feels so good, ‘Tsumu,” you mewl as you pick up the pace, chasing your high with each slam of your hips.

“And you’re so fucking tight. Fuck, baby, look at me. I want to see your face when you cum,” your cunt is clenching snugly around his cock at Atsumu’s words. You indulge him. He watches you bend and undulate as you grind against him faster and faster. He feels his own climax build up and just as your body thrashes in his arms with your orgasm, he fills you up with his cum, his tip resting against your cervix.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit,” Atsumu mutters and you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, humming in agreement.

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myherowritings · 4 years ago

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PART 4. HOW THE RICH SUCK THEIR OWN DICKS

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.9k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. enji makes an appearance bleh, enji being classist, enji...ew, okay i swear most of the chapter is shouto and y/n being cute though

A/N. ngl i have genshin brainrot real bad at the moment but i still have motivation for ceo!shouto and ceo!shouto only u.u there are only 7 parts to this series so we’re at the halfway mark already AHHH i hope u enjoy reading and lmk what u think!! :3 xx sof

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Shouto’s day went from good to bad faster than it took to pull an espresso.

It started off with a good morning text from you and having a brief, but pleasant, interaction at your work. Actually, the past few weeks have been going along a similar routine that he found himself settling into all too comfortably. You even upheld your promise of stealing him away one weekend to walk around the park, get food, and just have time to relax and be happy for once.

Getting to be in your presence almost daily became so normalized in his life that even some of his employees heard about the cute barista with the best pastries. Yet, although he saw you often, he found himself wanting to talk to you more and more.

But for now, Shouto told himself to settle with starting the mornings off with you. They were the best mornings he’s had in a while and he didn’t want to sound ungrateful.

Today, however, went sour fast after he heard his father was coming up to the top floor for a meeting with him. He didn’t find the idea of Enji visiting to be the most abhorrent thing, but the moment his father opened his mouth, Shouto quickly took that back.

As expected, his father reminded him about the annual charity gala Todoroki Enterprises was expected to attend. Handfuls of galas ran through the year, but the once hosted by Naruhata Industries under the guise of raising money and awareness for the charities of choice.

In theory, a charity gala ball sounded humanitarian and a way for the upper class to give back, but in reality, most of the funds collected didn’t go to the actual charities, instead they went to paying for the venue, live bands, entertainment, the most expensive catering, decorations, and more. What presented itself as a charitable event in the eyes of the public was really a way rich people could flaunt their wealth and feel good about themselves for doing absolutely nothing to benefit society. A way for the rich to suck their own dicks, if you would.

Shouto absolutely hated it.

It was also a press opportunity and, in his father’s eyes, a way to gain public favor for the Todoroki business. Today, Enji attempted to tell him that bringing a date that fit the mold of high society was the best way for him to establish rapport through media coverage. Apparently, the image news outlets have placed on Shouto were either a heartbreaker and playboy with no care for other’s emotions, or a monotonous stoic who seemed like a robot with no care for other’s emotions.

In either cases, there seemed to be a theme of Shouto not caring for others.

He sighed.

“You can’t keep that image, Shouto,” said Enji with his arms folded across his chest. “If the media sees you with someone—a nice girl with a good upbringing—then your likeability will increase tenfold. If there’s no one you like, I’ll have to set up a date for you.”

For a while, he was torn between telling his dad to fuck off and trying to do as he said to keep peace within the family. But then, an image of you popped into his head.

“Actually, there is someone I like.”

Enji narrowed his eyes. “Oh? An educated girl with wealthy parents?”

“There’s someone I like,” he simply repeated, the tone in his voice growing cold.

He didn’t know anything about your upbringing or family nor did he exactly care. Shouto didn’t want to bring a date to the dumb gala, but if he had to, he would want it to be you. Only if you agreed, of course. But if you weren’t willing, then he had to face the facts that his father would most likely force a date of his own choosing upon Shouto.

“That’s good you like someone, son,” Enji said through his teeth, “but we have to make sure it’s not some sort of...loose woman. That’d be even worse publicity—”

“I like someone and if you really cared about my happiness like you said you did, that’d be enough.”

There was a tense silence in the air. Shouto didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times Enji had told him and his siblings that he would try to be a better dad. A caring dad who only wanted what was best for his children. A better husband for Rei. A better example for the public. The first few times, Shouto believed it. But Enji said the same things over and over again with no lasting change and Shouto was just fed up.

After hearing the same lie told to him over and over again, it seemed to lose its weight. He seemed to lose his hope in his father ever changing.

Still, Shouto had to deal with him for as long as he lived. That much he knew as a son living in this society.

But he hoped Enji at least had enough guilt to let him have this.

“Fine.”

Shouto blinked in surprise.

Enji stated, “If you think your date can help your public image and not be a complete embarrassment to the business, you can bring them.”

That was the closest thing to approval Shouto would get today. He nodded and listened along to whatever else his father had to say, the only thing actually on his mind was thinking about how he would ask you out on a date to some stuffy gala. And hope that you’d say yes.

— ✩ —

“Wait, so, let me get this straight— You’re the CEO of Todoroki Enterprises and even after almost two months of knowing you, I had no clue?”

He inclined his head, looking solemn. “Yes, I’m sorry. Are you upset with me for not telling you sooner?”

Initial shock aside, you couldn’t say that you were too surprised at the revelation. You knew Shouto was wealthy and probably in some high-up position in the business industry, but you never knew to what extent. A CEO? That had to be the highest rank in a company! And a company as well known as Todoroki Enterprises?

The thought made you a little nervous. The guy you slowly befriended over the course of short cafe visits and silly texts was Mr. Todoroki? Or worse— The guy you stole away from doing work for a whole weekend was someone as busy as a CEO? You internally groaned. That had to be against laws of the universe or something.

“I’m not upset, no,” you said with a shake of your head. “I just...can’t believe it I guess.” Eyes widening, you were quick to amend your words. “Well, I can believe it. You seem very intelligent and well-put together and, uh, rich! But I guess I just didn’t think a CEO would be so funny and kind.” You winced. “Oh no, is that mean to say?”

“I don’t think it’s mean.” He shrugged. “You’re right to say most people in this field aren’t known for their delightful temperaments.”

You absentmindedly drummed your finger against your thigh, trying to process this new information. “So you’re Todoroki Shouto...and you want me to be your date to the Naruhata Charity Ball?”

“Yeah. I know it’s a huge favor to ask, and I promise you can say no if you choose,” said Shouto in earnest. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree.”

With a hum, you stretched your legs out under the table before crossing one over the other again. It was a Saturday afternoon where you had no work and Shouto managed to escape from his for a few hours of the day. You took him to your favorite ice cream place nearby and the two of you ate at a dining area outside the establishment.

Just a mundane day as two friends hanging out with each other where you found out one of those friends was the chief executive officer of a billion dollar business headquartered in Japan.

Totally normal, everyday occurrences, obviously.

“And you need a date for this event?” you asked. In all honesty, you would be more than happy if Shouto asked you out on a date. He was fun and you enjoyed getting to know him. But these particular circumstances made you a tad bit more nervous.

“I normally wouldn’t need to bring one, but my father insists it’d help my public image and in turn the image of the company.” With a pinched look on his face, he took a bite of his ice cream. “In other words I bring a date or he picks one for me.”

You weren’t the most caught up on super rich people drama, but it was almost infamous how estranged the Todoroki family was. Again, you didn’t know much but you did know enough to say that Todoroki Enji seemed like a Class A asshole. If you could help Shouto out with his weird dilemma, you saw no reason not to.

“So this charita gala is like where they have those live auctions and silent auctions and get tipsy on fancy wine and champagne for hours right?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah. Have you attended one?”

“Not quite,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I’ve volunteered at one in school though. As one of those runners? It was fun. I got a bunch of those tiny complimentary candies!” Your mouth watered at the memory. “What kind of drug were in those candies? I’ve never had candy so good before!”

“The tiny, circular candies with the excessively big wrapper? The fruity ones?”

You shot up in your seat, excited he knew what you were talking about. “Yes! That’s the one!”

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “I always see those at these types of events.”

“So… The candy will be there at the gala you want me to accompany you to?”

“Most likely.”

“Can I take a bunch of those from candies there…?” you asked with an optimistic grin.

“I’ll be your accomplice in sneaking them out.”

“It’s a date!” you said before Shouto could get another word out.

You’d be reunited with those yummy, fancy candies you’ve been separated from for far too long. What other reason did you need to agree?

With a determined look on your face, you held your hand out for Shouto to shake to seal the deal.

He blinked. “Wait. Did you want to discuss it some more? Maybe have a few days to think it through? I’m grateful, of course, but I don’t want you regretting anything.”

“No. I won’t regret it. I’d do anything to taste those candies again.”

Shouto looked unsure what to say. “Isn’t there some parable warning people not to be bribed by candy?”

“Not to take candy from a baby?”

“No. Not that one.”

“That’s the only one I know.”

“Never mind then.”

The two of you exchanged confused looks before letting out fits of laughter. You weren’t sure if either of you knew exactly what the other was laughing at, but the moment was an enjoyable one nonetheless.

“Yet another reason to bring me to that fancy event— I’ll make sure you’re entertained all the way through,” you playfully bragged, smoothing down the front of your shirt.

“The event will definitely be more bearable with you there.” He licked a small bit of his ice cream from his pink spoon, making a sound of approval. “But you can change your mind about coming at any time, Y/N.”

“I won’t,” you said, holding a pinky out. “Pinky promise.”

With what seemed like a bashful expression on his face, Shouto extended his own pinky to interlock yours. You sealed it with a kiss and a heart, like you were a kid again.

“Now, am I supposed to be in love with you at the gala?” you asked nonchalantly, finishing off your last bite of ice cream. He offered you a spoonful of his and you tried not to grow too flustered at Shouto feeding you his dessert. You murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

He gave you a small smile. “You’re welcome. As for being in love… I don’t think that’s necessary. Just pretend you like being around me, I think.”

Under the table, you nudged his shoe with yours, pulling a face. “I don’t have to pretend about that, silly.”

“Ah, well,” he paused, offering you another spoonful of ice cream, “I don’t either.”

“I’m glad.” Then, “Is this strawberry? I was never a big strawberry ice cream fan but for some reason this tastes so good.”

You ignored the nagging voice in your head that said maybe it wasn’t so much the ice cream flavor but who you were enjoying it with.

The two of you finished his dessert in peace and after cleaning up the area with a napkin, Shouto turned to you with an intent look on his face.

“Before the gala, would you mind if I talk you shopping so you could pick out what to wear?” he asked. “I would pay of course— It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me! You’re my friend and I want to help.” You thought about it for a moment. “And get the candy.”

“Anything for the candy.”

“Exactly,” you said in complete seriousness. “But I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you. You could help me decide what to wear! I’m not exactly sure how to dress for an event as fancy as this.”

“You could wear anything to the event and still look amazing.” His words were ones of flattery but his tone sounded completely genuine.

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. “Look who’s talking— You’re practically runway ready no matter what time of day.”

“I’ve never walked a runway before.”

You stifled a laugh at his literal interpretation of your words. Cute. “Me neither.”

He looked confused at why you were grinning, but it still brought a smile to his own lips.

By now the sun had begun to set and Shouto was walking you to the train to see you off before you went home.

“Can I pick you up next weekend in the morning?” he said. “So we can get your outfit for the gala?”

“Sure! I’ll text you my address.”

He nodded in contentment. “And again, you don’t have to worry about any costs.”

“Is this why my friends have called you a sugar daddy?” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked down the street, side-by-side. “But thank you. Shopping will be fun— We can even match colors!”

“Mn.” He looked between the both of you, as if trying to picture what colors would complement each other.

You crossed the sidewalk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery by Shouto’s side. A few times, you even felt his knuckles brush against yours and you had the undeniable urge to hold his hand. Would that be weird? you asked yourself before deciding against it.

Just because he asked you to be his date for the Naruhata Charity Ball didn’t mean he actually liked you, right? It was just a favor from a friend to a friend.

Something about that though made your stomach unsettled. Maybe part of you wanted it to be a real date— Wanted this to be a real date.

“So I won’t be seeing you tomorrow,” you said after a moment’s silence, trying not to look too dejected.

You knew he’d still text good morning and good night and ask you random things throughout the day (all of which you found really endearing, by the way), but it was still different from seeing him in person. Even though your time together in the morning was small, they still were enough to make your day. The thought of your waking hours being so entwined made you nervous, but for some reason it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it was sort of...nice.

“I’ll see you Monday morning, right?” you asked hopefully, though you were already fairly certain of the answer.

Shouto nodded. “Of course. It’s already marked on my calendar.”

“Ever the flatterer, hmm?”

“Not flattery, just the truth.” He pulled his phone out and showed you his (rather packed) calendar app. To your surprise, a little reminder that said ‘See Y/N :)’ was marked on his Monday schedule.

Unable to stop the beam from spreading across your lips, you hid your face in your hands. Gosh— Did he have to be so cute? He was making it harder and harder to only like him as a friend. And even now, you weren’t sure if you liked him only as a friend.

But you pushed those thoughts away.

That was something to deal with at a later time.

When you reached the train station you normally took home, you turned to Shouto, giving him a big hug. He was tall and warm. You could feel his lean muscles through his button-down shirt as you rested your head against his chest and arms around his waist.

“Thanks for today,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you again soon.”

After a pause, he gave you a hug back, hands rubbing hesitant circles on your back in a way that made you smile. “Text me when you get home safe,” he said as you both reluctantly released each other from an embrace.

“I will,” you promised. “You do the same! Later, Shouto!”

And with that, you waved goodbye and boarded the train, unable to shake the unwavering grin on your face all the way home.

a/n: when shouto started feeding y/n spoonfuls of his ice cream i cried (Ｔ▽Ｔ) that’s so cUTE OF HIM LIKE PLS SIR STOP BEFORE I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH U !! >:O he’s such a sweetheart ahhhh,, i hope all the fluff made up for the brief appearance of endeavor ಠ╭╮ಠ FHDJKF

what to expect in the next part:

shopping for the gala time !!

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~ part 2

oh my, y/n has to try on dresses? oh my, it’d be a shame if they needed help putting it on :o *fake gasp*

yeah things get just a lil steamy but shh

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yunoysl · 4 years ago

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needy. (m)

Summary: You probably have the most annoying neighbor to exist. He’s always loud, making you always have to bang on his door to tell him to shut up. One question he asks is enough to have you in his bed.

Pairing: cocky neighbor + fuckboy!haechan x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: slightly suggestive, blowjob, spitting in mouth (idk if there’s a name for it), unprotected sex, small size kink, breeding

feedback is greatly appreciated!

You hate your neighbor, so so much. It’s an everyday occurrence for him to be LOUD. And it’s an occurrence for you to bang at his door every day telling him to keep it down. Whether it’s plying his music loud, screaming at his computer when he’s playing overwatch, or playing with himself. That you’ve heard more times that you would think to think of. Or bringing girls over and having THEM be loud. It’s annoying.

“Haechan! Open your door!” You bang on his door, positive that you’re going to almost leave a hole.

“Hello lovely neighbor” your oh so lovely neighbor opened his door, a smirk on this painfully handsome face.

“This is the third day in a row. Can you please shut your little girlfriends up” you don’t see the judgement look that the girl he has inside his place gives you.

“Oh come on, being loud is the fun part” you know he’s teasing you

“You love to irritate me on purpose, don’t you?”

“It’s my superpower. And besides, it’s really fun seeing you all frustrated” he gives you his teasing smile that for some reason does things to you. And you hate yourself for it.

“Are you kidding me? Just please keep it down”

“But then you won’t visit me” The teasing smile leaves his face and is replaced with the cutest pout you’ve ever seen.

“You’re so annoying”

“Are you just mad because you’re horny and wanna fuck me?” That caught you so off guard. You can’t deny the fact that he’s really hot, and the way his thighs are hugged when he wears black skinny jea- no stop.

You don’t answer his question, “I’m leaving”

“Same time tomorrow?” He yells out right as you’re closing your door, ready and looking forward to not having to deal with him for the rest of the day.

“Are you just mad because you’re horny and wanna fuck me?”

Why is that question constantly in your brain. Yeah, you HAVE thought about what it would be like to be in the position of the girls that he invited over to fuck. But that’s it.

Yes, you have used your vibrator while picturing what it would be like to be fucked by your beautiful, tan skinned neighbor who looks like he was kissed by the sun.

You let out a deep, frustrated sigh, reaching over to your nightstand to use your little friend and relieve yourself.

Of course Haechan would never be quiet, as you’re currently banging on his door again.

He finally opens the door, wearing a pear of black basketball shorts this time, and hair a mess.

“If it isn’t my pretty baby” that is the grossest thing you’ve ever heard from him. But why is it making you fight the urge to smile like a school girl who just asked her crush out.

“I was waiting for you, sweet girl” you don’t know this, but Haechan’s heart was actually beating really fast saying that. He would never admit it, but at first he was loud on accident, not meaning to do it or cause anyone any annoyance, but with his cute neighbors constantly visiting him at his door, he started doing it on purpose just to see your pretty face that he pictures when he’s rearranging a random girls guts, wishing that it was you in their spot.

“H-Haechan....” curse you for stuttering. he wasn’t suppose to be aware that the nicknames he was giving you were affecting you.

“Why are you nervous, princess?” You glare at him. “What? Did you come because I was right”

“Right about what?” You’re very confused, not sure what he was talking about.

“That you want to fuck me” he leans against the door as he stares at you with a knowing glint in his eyes, almost like he knew that you have been wishing it was you he was fuckjng every day instead of someone else.

“That’s not why I’m here, Haechan” he takes a step close to you, his fingertips trailing on your arm and going up to your face, his thumb stopping at your bottom lip.

“Um-umm.....” you can’t let any words out, feeling slightly dizzy at his touch.

“Speechless baby?” His thumb pulls on your bottom lip, rubbing it back and forth.

“I-I.... I forgot I have to take out my trash” Haechan chucked as you scurried off, watching you almost trip on your own two feet.

“Mark, I can’t stand him! Why did you have to move in with Jeno and Renjun.” You’re currently FaceTiming with Mark, complain to him about Haechan, again.

“It was cheaper this way, and besides you know I can’t cook and Renjun is basically a chef, especially since he was bored in quarantine and got into cooking and baking”

“I hate him. I hate him, with a burning passion”

“You said that he’s hot, so might as well just fuck him” he drives his attention away from you to open a bag of chips, making you more angry.

“Are you on my side or his?!”

“Yours, but let’s be honest babe, you desperately need dick. And if he’s always bringing girls and being loud then obviously he’s good at it” you rub your face, tired because Mark is indeed, not wrong.

“Hi Y/N” Jeno’s voice takes you out of your frustration. You love Jeno, he’s a cutie and a sweetheart — always there to make you feel better when you’re feeling down. His presence just bring you happiness, like a cute little puppy.

“Hi Jeno” Jeno definitely made you forget about your frustration with Haechan.

“What are you guys talking about” Jeno asks Mark as he took some of the chips he was eating.

“Talking about how Y/N should fuck her hot neighbor”

“Oh, you definitely should”

“Not you too Jeno”

“I’m just saying. We’re rooting for you to get that good dick”

“I hate all of you. I could easily replace you both”

“We’d like to see you try to find other people as amazing as us” you would obviously never replace the annoying dorks you call friends, but it doesn’t hurt to threaten them with it a little bit.

“I’m ending this, I’ll call you again later”

“Bye whore” you hang up and sigh. you should definitely try getting new friends.

You swear this time you’re going to actually murder Haechan.

You’re barely about to lift your fist to his door when he opens it, slightly startling you, “Come inside” he doesn’t even wait for you to come inside, leaving you to close his door yourself.

He has a really nice place. It’s very brightly lit and the white furniture makes it look classy.

“You know, you’re really pretty” out of anything Haechan we’re to talk about with you, him complimenting you is not what you expected.

“Uhh.. thanks”

“I bet you would look prettier underneath me though” and there’s the Haechan you’re familiar with.

“Okay I’ll fuck you” you swear his eyes almost literally popped out of his head.

“Wait, really?” the happiness in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Yeah. I would like to see if all the noises your girlfriends make is because you’re actually good or they’ve only familiar with bad dick and that’s what they like” he’s quick to carry you bridal style to what you’re positive is his bedroom. He throws you on the bed after shutting his door with his foot.

“What do you wanna do first?” He’s in the middle of making out with you, your salivas mixing together.

“Can I suck you?”

“Oh... umm... sure.” You notice that he’s slightly flustered, acting like this is his first time ever doing anything sexual. He’s quick to unbutton his jeans and slide them off his legs, along with his underwear.

Once he’s bare underneath, he tilts your chin, giving you a quick kiss before placing his tip on your bottom lip. He runs his cock in your mouth slowly. You’re quick to pick up your face, eager to have all of him in your mouth. Your jaw burns from the stretch around him.

He pulls you off his cock to bring his head down to your lips, spitting in your mouth before placing his cock in your mouth again.

“Your mouth is so good” Your head bobs up and down rapidly, his cock reaching the back of your throat after finally getting used to his side. Your head bobs up and down as Haechan’s moans escape his lips, sounding like heaven to your ears. He pulls you off his cock again, making you whine since you weren’t done yet.

He smirks at you, “another time baby. I need to be inside you right now.”

He pushes you down on the bed and climbs on top of you, rubbing his cock over your pussy before shoving it in, bottoming out inside of you. Your head spins faster as he fills you up.

“You’re so warm” he teases in your ear, your mind not caring at all and instead being focused on the please you’re receiving. The sound of skin slapping quickly fills the room. Your eyes fluttering shut as your legs shake.

“You’re so pretty, baby” Haechan hisses as you continuously clench around him. Your mind is foggy, Haechan and his cock being the only thing you’re able to focus on. His grunts spill from his mouth as he quickens his face.

He pounds into you mercilessly, fingers clenching your hips tightly. “Will you come for me?” One last thrust is what has you coming undone, your climax washing over you.

You’re whining and gasping loudly, Haechan groaning in your ear as he cums, filling you to the brim. You cry out loudly as his cum shoots inside you. He pulls out of you once he’s finished, cleaning both of you up before tucking your bodies into bed, both of you welcoming a deep slumber.

#nct 127 smut #nct smut #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #haechan au #haechan x reader #nct dream smut #00 line smut #haechan smut

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shokobuns · 4 years ago

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“𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫?”

satoru likes to show off.

PAIRING(S): gojo satoru x f!reader x sukuna ryomen, ex fuck buddy!sukuna ryomen x f!reader, boyfriend!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE: smut, college!au, some fluff/humor

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: smut, threesome (i think), voyeurism, dubcon (for voyeur), masturbation (m) unprotected sex, creampie, overstim, size kink, squirting, mentions of a blowjob, marking, gojo clingy asf in public, mentions of public sex, a lot of praise

“Oh, sorry— Sukuna?”

The strawberry blonde smirks at you and a familiar sense of uneasiness overcomes your body. Your hand shakes slightly, the liquid content making small sloshes that spill over the cup. He notices this first and grabs your wrist, his much larger hand steadying yours. “No first name basis anymore, Princess?”

You look back down at your feet, memories flooding through your mind of the old nickname that spills from his lips. You don’t miss him, you truly don’t, but you do know that he gets a kick out of your own humiliation and that’s what makes you feel nervous. He’s shameless and it’s impossible to stir a reaction of unpleasantness. And he pushes your buttons whenever he can with no effort.

It all reminds you of the time his cock would be stuffed down your throat nearly every night.

You hate remembering those times, simply because they were filled with undeniable pleasure and it was so easy for him to make you feel good. He helped you take your mind off of a certain white haired bastard during a time of conflicting feelings just by plowing you into his mattress — or into the wall of a bathroom — relentlessly, treating you as if you were just a doll. And he filled you to the brim every time, hot and warm, praising your tight little pussy, squeezing your throat while waves of euphoria crashed into you all at once. The memories make you shudder when they flood for just a moment, but a call of your name reminds you why you got the drink in the first place.

“Bunny! Over here!” he raises his hand, slouching and taking up space on the couch. You sigh because it’s definitely a move to get you to sit in his lap.

“Ah, I see. Have fun, Princess.” Sukuna’s hand pats your back, urging you forward to your boyfriend.

You mumble a quiet ‘Thanks’ before taking your spot on Satoru’s thighs, his arms caging in your body while his head rests in the crook of your neck, placing the occasional kiss. His hands keep a firm grip on your thigh and you lean into his touch like usual as he continues his conversation with Suguru. It’s a natural position for the both of you because one thing you learned about Satoru was that he loved to show off.

He loved to leave shameless marks where everyone can see them, loved to grope you in public, loved to hold you tight anytime he had the chance. And you enjoyed every minute, relishing the feeling of your boyfriend making assertions through acts of affection. He’s needy, clingy even, and there was something appealing about the way he would always display it. He takes pride in the fact he can read you like a book, noting small actions that signified big feelings.

So when a certain blonde haired bastard sat down three feet away from the two of you, chatting away about things you don’t even bother to listen to you, of course he notices how you hide your face into his chest slightly, making yourself seem smaller than you usually were. His fingers lace through yours, not without him taking note of how sweaty your palms are, and his thumb brushes over your hand comfortingly. A soft kiss is planted on top of your head mid conversation and Sukuna thinks it’s funny.

It’s funny how no matter times you’ve come apart under him, you still manage to find someone else, and it’s nothing about wanting your heart and your hand marriage, two things that Satoru wouldn’t hesitate to give you. It’s about how he knew that he was one of the best fucks of your life and as egotistical as it is, there’s some curiosity about if your current boyfriend was able to provide the same quality. Before you were Satoru’s love, you were Sukuna’s favorite plaything.

“You okay, Princess?” he asks, no sign of guilt shown on his face or heard in his tone.

“Princess?” Satoru questions, eyebrows raised, “Do you know him, Bunny?”

You sigh, readjusting your position until your arm is sling around his neck and he holds you almost like a baby in his lap. “Yeah. Had a class with him.”

To Sukuna, the situation went from funny to hilarious. So this is all Satoru would know. It’s not like he has a huge problem with your past relationship being undisclosed, in fact, he understands where the hesitancy comes from, but he’d rather watch everything unfold while you try to keep a straight face. It’s pure entertainment for him, but pure embarrassment for you and that’s exactly what amuses him.

“Seems like you two are friends or something, Baby.” He pouts, waiting for an actual answer. You glare at him, a silent plea for him to drop the topic. “Well, yeah. We had to work together on a few assignments, dumbass.”

“Ah, alright,” he makes a mental note to find out what’s bothering you later and continues on with his conversation with the two other men, observing Sukuna’s line of sight. He makes sure to plant extra kisses and light nibbles on the skin of your shoulder from time to time, each one eliciting small whines. Although he knows that the pink blonde wouldn’t care anyways, it’s an extra precaution and another silent assertion. It’s not the first time he’s interacted with Sukuna before and he has a feeling it wouldn’t be the last either.

“Bunny?”

You respond by humming into his chest, breathing in the entirety of his scent, you hand resting on the side of his cheek. His arm wrapped around your body protectively, legs tangled together and his body providing you with warmth. One hand strokes your hair as you adjust your head to look directly into his cerulean eyes which never failed to make you sigh. His lips are pursed together, as if he’s thinking of the right words to say, and you wait patiently for him to speak.

“How do you really know him?” he asks softly, “I won’t get mad, I promise.”

You take a deep breath in, an internal debate brewing in your mind, but you ultimately decide that it’s best to not lie to your own boyfriend. Especially if you wanted to marry him one day. “We were fuck buddies.” you mutter, just loud enough for him to barely hear you.

“Oh?” he smirked, his expression of concern replaced by curiosity, “When?”

“Well- uh,” you stumble over your words, the answer on the tip of your tongue. You’re not sure how he’ll react, but you’re already in too deep and you’ve already decided you wouldn’t lie to him. “We ended it months ago. Nothing to worry about it, plus if you know Sukuna, he’s not really the type to get attached, anyways.”

“That’s true,” he agrees, recalling each time he saw him with a new girl on his arm, “But exactly how many months ago?”

“S-Six.”

“Funny, that’s how long we’ve been dating, isn’t it?” he asks, an idea brewing in his mind.

“There was no overlap, I promise-”

“Don’t worry, Bunny. I know you wouldn’t do that,” he pauses, his mind overflowing with questions as he tries to pick out the next one, “How long?”

“A year.”

“Long time, huh?” he comments, “Did you love him?”

“No! I swear, Toru, I was trying to forget you!”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, dumbass! I was in love with you!”

“Aww, my little bunny had a crush on me.” he teased, kissing the crown of your head.

“Shut up!”

“Don’t worry,” his fingers rub circles into your hip reassuringly, “I had a crush on you, too.”

You smile while he readjusts your position until your back is to his chest with his chin resting on top of your head. His fingers interlace with yours, resting near your face. With one final kiss on your head, you’re just about ready to drift off.

“Does he fuck better than me?”

“Satoru!”

“I’m just asking!”

“No, no he doesn’t,” you close your eyes, before pressing your ass harder to his crotch, “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” he grins, bringing your body closer to his.

“Really.”

You weren’t lying.

And this is reaffirmed with every little moan that leaves your lips as he leaves kisses down your body. Satoru knows all of your sweet spots, his tongue swiping your bottom lip and entering your wet cavern, wet kisses down your neck, teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder. His mouth latches on your nipple at the same time he shoves his length into your hole so suddenly. You’re already dripping down the sheets, walls fluttering while his thumb circles over your pearl. His mouth leaves you, your body still trembling from the sensation. “Already coming? I just put it in, Bunny.”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, “Feels s’ good, Toru.”

“Yeah?” he replies, his hands holding your waist as he starts driving his cock into you as if you were a doll. His mouth comes back to your breast, licking the little dark nubs before biting down on the soft flesh. You’re lightheaded while your tight cunny barely adjusts to the stretch, his thick cock making your back arch and your nails sink into his shoulder. Your vision is foggy, barely processing the other man sitting in the corner of Satoru’s bedroom.

One thing you notice is that he’s rough today. Of course, he’s always rough, but you’re sure there’ll be more purple blooming all over your body than usual. His hands squeeze the fat of your hips so hard that they’re already becoming sore, but he fills you up in a way that hits every single spot inside of you. Despite how big he is, your little cunny swallows him whole, sucking him in like a vacuum and he groans into your shoulder at the tight feeling. “So perfect for me, aren’t ya?”

“Cumming, Toru,” you whine out, an intense feeling of pleasure forming in your lower belly.

“Then cum. But I’m not stopping.”

You nod, tears spilling from your eyes and flowing down your face as your walls convulse and flutter around his throbbing cock. You’re staring into pools of blue that gaze back at your trembling body in awe and it all makes you feel like you’re floating. He wasn’t lying and you know this for sure because there’s no time to recover, not when he’s still pounding into your cervix like he has something to prove. Your tits jiggle with every thrust into your quivering hole, the headboard violently banging into the wall. It’s not that long until your second orgasm is crashing into you, Satoru’s fingers playing with your little clit. He really isn’t going to stop any time soon.

And finally, even though your eyesight is hazy, you make out the mysterious man in the corner of the room.

Sukuna.

He’s looking at you with dilated pupils, the pink tip of his cock weeping with precum, swiping it with every pump. His hips come up to meet his hand as he focuses on how your tiny pussy takes in Satoru’s cock over and over again. It’s the lewd sobs and squelches that fill up the air of the room and the slick staining the bed that cause him to groan involuntarily. He’s shameless, fucking his fist at the sight of you spread out and your boyfriend is right there. No wonder he’s fucking you like he has something to prove.

You told him that he was the best and, of course, he had to prove it. But not to you.

It doesn’t matter because you love the way he’s fucking you right now. There’s no time for you to rest, only Satoru rhythmically pistoning his cock into your creaming cunny while Sukuna watches closely, observing how your clenching hole takes him in. After using his mouth to litter your breasts with purple bruises, he pins your knees to your chest and his cock somehow reaches even deeper than before. His thrusts become faster and faster, more and more erratic while the sudden change in position makes you squeak. “Bet you love being treated like a fucking doll, huh, Bunny?”

“M-Mhm,” you squeal, unable to form a proper answer, “love it, s’much!”

Skin slaps against skin, another knot forming in your belly. Your clit is pinched between his fingers, making you sob out his name. His lips come down to kiss your open mouth while holding your body flush against him as your cunt gushes and squirts all over his stomach and your thighs. Your walls clamp down at the same time he stills, pumping his hot seed as far into you as he can. You’re milking him for all he’s worth and he lets out soft praises that make you flustered. The sticky mess leaks all over when he pulls out, but he doesn’t leave to get a towel like usual because he’s noticed that the man in the corner of the room is still hard despite the mess on his shirt.

“Bunny?”

“Hmm?” you respond, still taking deep breaths from the intense sex you had just seconds before.

“What do you think of giving your old fuck buddy a ride?”

You purse your lips. For one, you have Satoru’s permission, but one thing about Sukuna’s dick was that it was huge, bigger than your current boyfriend, and you’re not sure if you’d be able to take it again. But there’s a feeling of nostalgia that fills your chest seeing it all over again and you remember all the nights he’s given you before.

“What d’ya say, Princess?”

The old nickname prompts you to walk over, Satoru’s cum still dripping down your inner thigh, and straddle Sukuna’s lap. You steady yourself by holding onto his shoulder, slowly sinking your ruined pussy onto the tip and going down until you’re halfway through his cock. But he’s impatient, immediately gripping your hips and thrusting upwards, forcing you to take the entirety of his length. The stretch burns, it hurts like a bitch, but it only makes the experience even more thrilling.

Your head is thrown back and Satoru comes from behind, kissing your neck reassuringly while Sukuna takes control, fucking your boyfriend’s cum back into your womb. As two large hands guide you up and down his cock, your overstimulated cunny creams around him, tightening in a way that makes it harder for him to move. Satoru’s hands from from behind to play with your tits and it’s all so much, the different sensations coming together while you’re helpless, unable to differentiate who’s who. “You’re always so fucking tight, Princess,” he praises, groaning out as your walls clamp down. “Even after getting fucked by your little boyfriend, huh?”

Your pussy adjusts to his size just like before, a mix of your slick and Satoru’s leftover cum dribbling down Sukuna’s balls. He drives his cock into you with brute force, inconsiderate of the fact you’ve already been treated like a ragdoll. With one more brutal thrust, you’re melting, overcome by a feeling of pure bliss. He spills into you, the warm feeling in your womb making your head dizzy. “Good job, Princess.” he smirks as Satoru carries you off his lap bridal style and sets you gently onto his bed.

You’re just about ready to drift off, unable to make out the conversation of the two men in the room. Once Sukuna leaves with a wave and a ‘Thanks, Princess” you use the last of your energy to pull Satoru back on the bed and hold onto him like a clingy child. “What was that about?”

“Wanted to show that cocky bastard that I was the best.”

You laugh before pressing your lips to his cheek and appreciatively gazing at his pretty face. “But you are the best.”

“I know.” he smirks, returning the favor by bringing you into a wet kiss, “Round two? With just the two of us?”

“It’s round three for me, dumbass.”

“The offer still stands.”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

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uvobreakmylegs · 4 years ago

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Pretense

got inspired by @ramwrites‘s Inked piece. in the same story setting but it’s Hisoka’s s/o

Warnings: blood, mentions of death, very slight yandere behavior

The inside of the tattoo parlor was a lot cleaner than the outside, you decided. That's at least one thing it has in it's favor. Although that doesn't change the fact that you really don't want to be here. Especially since the woman in charge of the shop is not only willing to work for the Phantom Troupe, but also goes ahead in branding the significant others of the troupe.

'Branding' had been the way Hisoka described it, and it sounded pretty accurate. When you asked him why Chrollo would go so far to mark the partners of the troupe, Hisoka had answered with “boss just likes to make sure the most prized possessions of the troupe are marked as such. Cements it further for the more.... Resistant ones.”

Hisoka was currently wandering about the room, inspecting the tools next to the chair before looking to the artwork on the walls, softly humming to himself whenever he spotted a design that he liked. You were sitting in the chair at the center of the room, your legs dangling off the side as you waited for the tattoo artist to come back in. Your hands were folded in your lap as you tried to keep your mind from going crazy with scenarios of how this could go wrong. When it came to the Phantom Troupe, you wanted to have as little contact as possible. Being around them scared you, even more than Hisoka could whenever he got into that state where he was particularly unhinged. And while the woman doing the tattoo wasn't a member herself, just the fact that she was in close contact with Chrollo made you more than a little nervous.

On the other hand, Hisoka was relaxed, and almost seemed a bit excited as he came up behind you to rub your shoulders encouragingly. You turned your head to glare at him, but as usual, he smiled back at you, not taking the look you were giving him seriously.

“Alright, where did you want this thing?”

You turned at the sound of the woman's voice as she reentered the room. She sounded tired, and based off the way she grimaced at the sight of Hisoka, she was probably getting flashbacks to when she needed to tattoo the spider onto his back.

Hisoka tapped on a spot just below your shoulder blades.

“She wants it in the same spot as mine so we can match,” he said cheerfully, “isn't that cute?”

Stupid bastard.

“Sure,” she answered dryly before looking at you, “if you could take off your shirt and lay on the chair; I'll get the stencil out and we can see how the placement looks.”

You wordlessly obeyed, pulling your shirt over your head and folding it in your lap. When Hisoka took it to place it elsewhere, you laid on your front, holding on to the top of the chair to try and ground yourself.

You barely felt it when she placed the stencil on top of your bare skin, and Hisoka quickly agreed to the placement.

“All right, easy enough,” the woman said, more to herself than either of you. But she looked back to Hisoka, motioning with her head as she told him “you go back out to the lobby. I'll let you know when we're finished here.”

Hisoka shrugged.

“Alright then.”

A wave of panic hit you, and you struggled to find your voice for a moment.

“W-wait.”

They both looked at you.

“Could... Could he actually stay with me?” you asked.

Hisoka looked amused. The woman looked annoyed.

“Why?” she asked.

“I don't like needles,” you mumbled.

There was a certain level of disgust that she leveled at you in her gaze, and when Hisoka grabbed a chair and pulled it up so he could sit near the spot where your head lay, she asked “seriously?”

“How could I possibly leave her when she needs me?” was Hisoka's response.

“..... Fine. But you,” she said, jabbing a finger at Hisoka, “need to keep your damn mouth shut.”

Hisoka smiled at her.

She huffed as she got her tools ready.

And you lay still, letting out a small sigh of relief.

When you felt her hand press down on your back and heard the buzzing of the tattoo gun, you reached out for his hand, to which he obliged, taking your hand in his and gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

It stayed relatively quiet for some time, the only noises you could hear in the parlor being the soft music that played in the background and the constant buzzing of the tattoo gun. The tattoo was slowly taking form on that space on your back, the giant spiderweb with the number 4 in the middle.

She brushed over the areas where the needle had gone in every few seconds, wiping up the blood that came up after.

“This one bleeds a lot,” she grumbled.

“Oh? You aren't feeling nauseous at the sight of a little blood, are you?” Hisoka asked.

She glared at him, probably for breaking his agreement of keeping quiet.

“It can affect the end product if someone bleeds too much and I can't see the stencil because of it.”

“Aren't you a professional?” Hisoka shot back.

“I'm not saying I can't do it,” she snapped back, “it's just annoying.”

“Of course,” he answered, chuckling a little.

The woman chose to ignore him, turning her attention back to you and the design she was etching onto your back. Nothing more was said after that, and you found yourself focusing on the feeling of Hisoka's hand on yours. The callouses on his fingers, the edges of his slightly too-sharp nails that could cut through your skin if he really wanted to, and how his thumb continued to brush over your knuckles. Just that was enough to keep you calm in this situation.

“You need a break?” the woman asked you after a while.

“I'm fine,” you answered.

“Okay. Well, I need one, so let's take five,” she said, putting down the gun, “if you need the restroom, it's out the door and to the right.”

She left the room without so much as a word to Hisoka, who let go of your hand as he stood up and stretched his legs.

“There's a snack machine outside; should I get you something?” he asked you.

“I really don't want to eat anything from this place,” you said.

“Not even something sweet? Might be good for you, lift up your spirits a bit,” he said, rubbing the top of your head.

“I think you deserve a treat.”

You batted his arm away.

“I'm not a goddamn dog,” you grumbled.

He didn't react to the way you pushed his hand off of you other than to laugh a bit. He then turned away and left the room while you laid your head back down. It had been at least a couple of hours, and you hoped there wouldn't be too much left to finish with the tattoo. Too bad it was on your back and you couldn't get a good look at it to determine how far it was from being finished.

The woman came back in just as Hisoka did, the latter of which was holding a small bag of hard candies. They both sat back down, the woman looking over you and seeing that you hadn't moved at all.

“You sure you don't need a break?” she asked.

“I just want this stupid thing over with,” you answered.

You couldn't see it, but you sensed the way her eyebrows raised at your tone and how she looked over to Hisoka. The clown didn't say anything, instead ripping open the candy packaging with one of those sharp nails and popping a few of the sweets into his mouth.

After a few seconds of nothing happening, she seemed to shrug her shoulders and picked the gun back up to continue with her work.

“Didn't think you were so lenient, Hisoka,” she said after a moment, “the previous number four wouldn't have let his partner speak like that.”

Hisoka actually scoffed at that.

“Like I care.”

The woman didn't say anything to that and continued with the inking process. But now your curiosity was piqued, and you tentatively asked her “the other number four had this done, too?”

“Yeah. Can't quite remember what they looked like now, but he was one of the first to get his partner tattooed.”

“What happened to them after he died?” you asked.

“You mean after he-” she glanced to Hisoka- “killed him? Nobody checked up on them and they starved to death.”

You felt your blood chill at that. There were lots of painful ways to die, but starving to death would be such a long, drawn-out process; to just slowly wither away as you grew weaker and weaker as your stomach caved into itself and you lost so much strength you would no longer be able to move. Whatever fate had in store for you for when you died, you hoped it wouldn't be something like that.

Whoever that poor bastard had been, you hoped they didn't suffer for too long.

“Guess I'm not surprised you couldn't be bothered to let them out after you started with the troupe,” she said to Hisoka.

He shrugged.

“I didn't even know they existed until after they were dead. No one told me about this arrangement. Blame the other members who actually knew about the situation before you blame me.”

“You were the one to kill him,” she pointed out.

“If he wanted to keep his place he should have been stronger,” he said, placing another piece of candy into his mouth, “if it mattered that much to you then why didn't you let them out?”

“I'm not paid for that.”

“Ah, of course.”

There was silence after that, and another hour passed. Hisoka decided to entertain himself by slipping pieces of the hard candies past your lips one at a time, his sharp fingernails scratching your lips. You ended up slapping his hand away after a certain point, much to the mild astonishment of the tattoo artist.

“Still can't believe you of all people would allow that,” she said, “other members of the troupe would have been raging.”

“I don't like things that are broken,” Hisoka answered, running a hand through your hair.

“Pets are much more fun when they have a bit of bite.”

She couldn't see the way you glared at him for that comment.

The completion of the tattoo couldn't come fast enough, and it was of great relief to you when she finally pulled back and announced that she was done. She was saying something to Hisoka about how to take care of it to avoid infection, but you didn't pay it much mind, instead grabbing your shirt that Hisoka held out to you and pulling it over your head.

You paused ever so briefly during that, as you felt the sensation of something dripping down your back. You were quick to pull the shirt down the rest of the way, glancing back and finding some relief that she wasn't looking at you.

After receiving payment from Hisoka, you were both practically shooed out of the parlor. Despite her overall calm demeanor, she seemed to have little tolerance for handling Hisoka in large doses and wanted the clown out as soon as possible. It wouldn't have surprised you if he had decided to try and linger a little longer just to see if he could goad more reactions out of her, but he seemed to be just as eager as you were to leave.

The walk back to the hotel you were staying at was done in silence. That uncomfortable sensation was still there, running down your back and making you cringe as you felt like something was collecting above your waist.

The second the door of your hotel room was locked shut, you pulled your shirt off and exposed your back to Hisoka.

“Take it off,” you said.

“Don't you want to see how it looks first?”

“Hisoka, the blood packet is leaking. I can feel it pooling up at the bottom,” you hastily explained, “I want this stupid thing off of me.”

“If you insist,” Hisoka answered.

He reached forward, his nails catching on a particular spot just below your neck, and like peeling off a band-aid, Hisoka peeled off the sheet of texture surprise that he had placed over your back, the thin packet of fake blood he had hidden beneath the fake skin falling to the floor as he did so.

Just as you had said, there had been liquid pooling up at the bottom of the sheet, and when it was pulled away, some of the blood fell both onto the floor and your pants.

“Shit-!”

You immediately went to the bathroom, throwing your shirt to the side as you grabbed a towel off the rack and held it under the faucet. There was a coating of red covering your back, as expected, and you went about trying to clean the liquid off. Unfortunately, it seemed like your pants were permanently ruined. But you preferred that over that woman potentially discovering your ruse.

You managed to wipe the blood off, but you definitely needed a shower. Before doing that, however, you stuck your head out of the bathroom door to see Hisoka sitting on the bed, shuffling through cards as usual.

“I'm going to take a shower,” you told him.

“Just a moment,” he said, setting the cards aside and motioning for you to come closer.

With a sigh, you went to him, climbing onto the bed and allowing him to pull you onto his lap. You glanced at the side table, noting the sheet of nen that had been on your back for the past few hours sitting there. It didn't look like your skin anymore and was back in its normal form of a white sheet, though the ink that had been used was now embedded into it. The tattoo was larger than you had anticipated, and you were grateful you didn't actually need to have that thing permanently inked into your back.

“You'll be able to recreate that whenever you need to?” you asked.

“I do it all the time with mine, don't I?”

“Mm. Although I really have to question if that's going to be necessary. Are you expecting members of the troupe to just randomly lift up my shirt to make sure it's actually there?”

“You wouldn't want to risk a situation where it would be discovered that it wasn't there, now would you,” Hisoka replied.

“Fair enough,” you said with a shrug, “I guess I should just be grateful we went to all this trouble and you didn't just let them put that on me.”

“And allow the troupe to make a permanent mark on what belongs to me? Hardly. If I went so far as to mark you, I'd want my own brand,” he said.

“I don't know if I want that; you'd probably pick something stupid.”

He pouted at you.

“You're always so mean to me whenever we're alone; makes me feel like you don't actually like me.”

“I seem to recall something about pets with bite?”

Hisoka smirked, conceding as he nodded at you. Then, in a move that was somewhat atypical of him, he pulled you in closer until you were resting against his chest. You didn't question it or protest; there was that stupid part of you that genuinely liked the clown, after all.

The oddly quiet moment allowed your mind to wander, and your thoughts went back to what that woman had said about the original number four and his partner and the absolutely miserable way in which that partner had died. You didn't need to fear that same exact death; you were free to go where you liked, so being locked up with no food wouldn't be an issue if Hisoka unexpectedly died. At most you'd get kicked out of that room he had in Heaven's Arena, but that wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen.

The worst thing would be if Hisoka messed up and the troupe came after you because of it.

“You get so quiet whenever you're around the troupe. I think most of them would be shocked if they knew how you usually are,” Hisoka whispered.

It was true. You virtually clung to Hisoka whenever you were forced to meet up with the troupe. He always seemed to enjoy it, and not many of them bothered coming up to you. It was that part of you that worried you would somehow ruin his plans. Somehow, you would manage to let slip something you shouldn't and the truth would be revealed. Better to keep your mouth shut to avoid that scenario entirely and try to blend in with the rest of the significant others with their miserable expressions and occasional broken bones.

“When do you think you'll be able to fight Chrollo?” you asked.

“It's impossible to say. His movements are a mystery to everyone, so I need to wait for an opportunity to present itself.”

He ran those fingernails through your hair.

“So lets keep playing nice until then,” he told you.

“Mm.”

Play along until Hisoka got what he wanted, wait a few months after, and then he'd move on to a new obsession, a new opponent he wanted to fight. It was honestly a pretty miserable situation to be in, and yet you willingly stayed. Although if you did try to leave, you weren't so sure he would let you go so easily.

Hisoka wasn't a good person. And there was definitely something wrong with you for you to stay with him, even as he dragged you into dangerous situations that you'd never be able to survive without his help.

But one Hisoka running amok was better than the other twelve being allowed to continue as they were. At least there would be less people dying.

And still that question simmered in your mind: what would the troupe do to you if they found out Hisoka's true intentions?

You pulled away and he looked back down at you.

“Can I get my shower already?”

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MOVIE NIGHT PART TWO WITH EXHIBITIONISM KINK I'LL PAY IF YOU DO THAT WITH ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU

You asked therefore i shall deliver😌and holy fuck is this d i r t y

Part One : The Movie Night

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Warnings : SMUT! (mean!dom!peter, sub!reader, chocking, oral [male rec], face fucking, degradation, unprotected sex, exhibition kink, spanking, sir kink, spit play) and a lil sweet aftercare cause holy fuck

Word Count : 2.4k

The Long Night

Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader

As soon as you reached your bedroom, you rushed to take off the clothes you so hastily threw on only moments ago.

You were debating whether to actually do what he wanted, to kneel with your hands behind your back, waiting for him like a good girl. Or instead to go into your closet, and pick out a brand new set of lingerie you had bought for him a couple weeks back just for the occasion. To just jump on the bed and lie down unbothered while reading the book you kept by your nightstand.

It was tempting, your fingers wrapped loosely around the handles of your closet. Your other hand was hanging on to the side of your stomach hugging your naked body, you lip tucked under your teeth in thought.

He never took lightly to teasing, well you teasing him at least. Every time you did he made sure that you learnt your lesson and gave you a constant reminder for the next week. Either way you were already in deep shit, did you really want to increase the punishment?

The ball gag he mentioned was very tempting.

While the debate ran loudly in your head, light footsteps ran louder, growing closer to your door. You could see the shadow of his shoes from the space underneath it.

You dropped to your knees, leaning back against your calves, with your hands clasped together on your thighs, your fingers playing with each other in anticipation. You heard the door creak open, closing with a bang. You concentrated on the floor, moving your hands quickly behind your back.

“So you’ve decided to be good for a change?” he started, hooking his fingers under your chin, lifting it up to look you in the eyes, “Where was that when you decided to tease me on the couch, hmm?”

You let out a shaky breath, shifting on your knees, trying your best not to give in and clench your thighs together. As much as you wanted to relieve yourself of the ache between your legs, you wanted it sooner than later.

“You got nothing to say to that babygirl?” he said, his voice soft but filled with malice intentions, “Not even a sorry?”

“I’m sorry sir,” you whimpered, pulling at your fingers behind your back, “I’m sorry for teasing you,”

Peter tisked, moving his thumb against your lips before pulling the bottom one down slowly, biting his own lip as he pushed it into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip before taking the whole thing in your mouth, bobbing your head slowly, imagining his cock instead.

“Bet you wish this my cock wasn't it?” he chuckled darkly, as if he was reading you mind, “Too bad you’re too much of a slut, and sluts don’t get what they want do they babygirl?” he pulled his thumb out of your mouth, wiping your spit off on your cheek.

“No sir,”

“So what do they get?”

“They get what they deserve,”

“And do you deserve my cock babygirl?”

Your breath hitched as your brain juggled between the multiple answers running through your head.

“I deserve whatever you give me sir,” you looked up at him with innocent eyes, smiling softly as you bit your lip.

He grinned back, kneeling down to wrap his hand around your throat. He pulled your face close to his, your hands falling on the floor in front of you for support. Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your throat, dragging his fingers across your skin to your lips. Using his pointer finger and middle finger, he began parting your lips, playing with the supple skin while his other fingers gripped your chin.

“Whatever I give you, hmm?” He said lowly, his eyes trained on your mouth, “What’s your safe word?”

“Pumpernickel,” you replied immediately, letting out a giggly breath at the stupid word you both choose.

“Good girl,” he sighed, standing back up.

You looked up at him with hopeful eyes, nearly drooling when he began to untie the strings of his sweatpants which had a clear outline of his dick straining through the fabric. He tugged off his shirt, throwing it off to the side, revealing his impressive abs that you so desperately wanted to scratch your nails against, to mark it as your own.

He began to shrug off his sweats, taking his hard member into his hand, stroking slowly as he approached you once again. You immediately opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue, ready for him to use you as he pleased.

He scoffed darkly at the sight, leaning down to spit in your open mouth, slapping your tongue with the tip of his cock. You started to lean forward, taking more of his length, but his hand went to your hair, pulling your head back. You let out a whine, breathing shakily.

“Don’t be greedy slut,” he said before fully pushed fully into your waiting mouth, groaning as you gaged around his cock, “Fuck- you forgot that you take what your given,”

He began to fuck your mouth slowly, making sure the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat every time. He took his time, watching his length disappear down your throat, basking in the little whimpers you let out, wanting him to speed up, to use you. But tonight, he wanted to savour the feeling, he wanted to push you to your absolute limits.

He wanted to see how long you would act like his good little girl before he broke you.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock babygirl,” he threw his head back, keeping your head pressed against his pelvic bone for a few seconds before letting you go, continuing with lazily fucking your mouth.

He looked down at your blown out, desperate eyes, looking back up at him. His lips parted as he watched your stretched out lips travel the length of his cock. It was one of his favourite sights, filling you up. Whether it be your mouth, your pussy, your ass, he loved to see his cock disappear inside of you, pounding each hole like he owned it. To see your eyes fill with tears but with a smile etched on your lips, knowing that you enjoyed being treated like a little whore. And that he was the one making you feel that way.

He could feel his high approaching, his movements speeding up as he chased it.

“Gah, fuck,” He groaned, gripping your hair tighter as he began deep throating your mouth before cumming deep inside, forcing you to take every last drop. He kept you pressed against his pelvis for a bit with a larger, heavy breath.

“There you go baby,” he cooed as he slowly pulled you off his member, taking your cheeks within his palms. He wiped the water that pooled at the corner of your eyes. His thumbs moved from your eyes to the corner of your mouth, playing with your bottom lip before pushing his thumb between them, feeding you the cum that had escaped to the sides of your lips.

“Up on your feet babygirl,” he whispered softly, almost forgetting that he was here to punish you.

Key word, almost.

“Good girl,” Peter smiled, loving how you could go from kneeling with his cock in your mouth to a cute mess, “Now,” he spun you around, pulling your back flush against his chest. His hand laid on your stomach, massaging the skin soothingly while the other wrapped around your throat once more, “I want your hands behind your back, ass out, okay?”

Your eyes widened as you caught wind of his implications, “But, Peter-,”

“I won’t ask again Y/n,” he said, squeezing your neck lightly as a warning, “Against the glass, hands behind your back, now,”

“Yes sir,”

You hesitantly raised your hand to the glass, pulling back slightly with a hiss when you nipple made contact with the cold surface. Peter stood behind you, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pressing you fully against the surface.

“Had fun sucking my cock, slut?” he said, bitting your neck and grabbing a handful of your ass, “Now it’s time for your fun, I know how wet you got when I ate you out on the couch babygirl,” he landing a hard smack, making you yelp out in surprise at the blow, “Dirty little thing, you liked the idea of somebody walking in on us, catching me pleasuring you like the fucking slut you are,” another slap, “Now any stranger who dares to look up could see you,” slap, “And know,” smack, “That you are mine,”

slap

smack

You whimpered against the glass, your thighs clenching together at the pain shooting up your body, your pussy completely drenched. Even with the release you had on the couch, the ache between your legs was becoming unbearable, especially when you felt Peter’s hard cock nudging your skin, leaving behind a sheen of pre-cum.

“Peter,” you whimpered, “Peter please,”

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Peter mocked your whiny voice, “You want to be fucked? Is that it?” he chuckled into your ear, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for the next week,” He grabbed your jaw, angling your head to look down at the clueless people walking along the sidewalk, “in front of all of them,”

You let out a loud moan when Peter finally pushed into you, bottoming out inside of you immediately. Your walls clenched around him, pulling out a growl from his lips. You could feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure, the combination of your boyfriend's cock stretching you out after so long and the fact that anybody who glanced up could see you in such a vulnerable state.

Peter began pounding into you, his pace steady as he held you against his chest not wanting your skin to be marked by being grazed against the glass. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist while the other laid against your shoulder, his fingers fitting snugly around the base of your neck.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, “You feel so good wrapped around me babygirl, so fucking good,” he continued drilling into you at an inhuman rate, moans and whines escaping your mouth. You could feel yourself begin to lose control of your limbs, your body melting into peter’s, allowing him to mold you in any position he wanted.

Your high was quickly approaching with Peter’s cock hitting all the right places and his hands now playing with your clit, the other still wrapped around your neck, you could see the black spots appearing in your vision.

“You gonna cum pretty girl? Huh? You gonna cum around my cock,” he laughed, fully pushing you against the glass, “Should’ve known you were such a cock slut, look at you, letting me play with you like my own personal fuck toy,” he spanked your already red ass, “Maybe next time I’ll tie you up, leave you exposed for everyone to see,”

You clenched around him in response, making him laugh even harder, “Who knew my princess was such a whore. It’s too bad though, nobody deserves to see an angel like this, an angel that’s mine,”

You were right on the edge, Peter’s words moving you further and further over. The only thing missing was his own pleasure.

“Cum in me Peter,” you uttered, “Cum in me please, cum in my pussy,”

He groaned in your ear, going impossibly faster, “You’re going to cum with me babygirl? You gonna cum as I stuff your pussy deep with my seed,” his breath hitched as his hips stilled, slapping against your skin.

The last thing you felt was Peter’s cum filling you up with his breath hot against your face as your orgasm hit your hard. You passed out against the glass.

...

You woke up laying down on your bed with something wet dragging across your sore pussy. You flinched at the feeling, your legs shutting closed only to be gently pried open with soft hands.

“It’s alright baby, I got you just relax,” Peter whispered, kissing your thigh in comfort, “blacked out there for a second, I-” he looked up at you sheepishly, “Did I go too hard?”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to move your arms out to stretch but they fell like limp like spaghetti by your side, “No Peter, you- you were perfect,”

It still amazed you to this day how he could go from fucking you unconcious to the sweet boyfriend you first met years ago. You sighed, letting your neck fully relax into the pillows beneath you.

“Don’t go sleeping on me just yet baby,” he whispered, kissing up your body until his face was inches away from yours, “Still need to clean you up,”

You hummed, raising your hands for him to pick you up easily. He chuckled at your movement, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala to lift you up. You sagged against him as he carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter so he could prepare the bathtub.

You whined when he pulled away, leaning against the wall with a pout

“Always so needy afterwards,” he commented, running his hand under the water, making sure it was the perfect temperature.

“I’m not going to apologize for that,” you murmured, yawning with your head sagging to the side.

“Never said it was a problem,” he walked between your legs, leaning forward to kiss you on the forehead, “My favourite part is getting to take care of you,”

“So you fucking me senseless means nothing to you,”

Peter rolled his eyes, holding out his hand for you to take. You slotted your hand in his, jumping off the counter so he could lead you into the bathtub. You stepped in carefully, your body using up the last of its energy to submerge yourself in the water, hissing when it made contact with your skin.

“I’m sorry-” Peter started but you quickly cut him off.

“Just get in here with me Parker,”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, shuffling out of his boxers and getting in behind you, keeping you close to his chest.

He went to grab the soap to clean you up but you caught his hand, bringing it back to wrap around your stomach.

“Could we just-” you snuggled into his hold, “Stay here for a bit?”

Peter melted at the sound of your voice, only tightening his arms around you. He placed a kiss to the side of your neck, nuzzling his nose across your skin.

“Anything you want angel, anything you want,”

...

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