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Lucanis and Spite's reaction to Rook being trapped in the Regret prison, or, if someone already asked that, romanced Lucanis having to tell Viago (massive older brother vibes) that Crow!Rook is stuck in the Regret prison
Standing in the entrance of Rook's room, Lucanis closes his eyes.
For a moment, he swears he feels her right thereâ sitting on the couch, curled over her notebook making a sketch of something she couldn't get out of her head.
The room still smells of cinnamon spice from the incense she always had burning on the far dresser. Her clothes would be everywhere, along with loose notes and bits of potion ingredients scattered about.The fade window of swimming fish would remind him of the Ossuary like it always didâ sending a sour storm of adrenaline straight to his chest. Only by Rook's sweet face murmuring soft reassurances would he return to the present, back in her presence.
The moment passes and he knows what he will see when he opens his eyes. Nothing is as it should be.
Rook is gone. Gone. Betrayed by Solas.
Spite bristles along his spine at the thought. Lucanis clenches a fist as he battles the demon's anger as well as his own. For once, they were both equally powerless to rescue her.
We find her. We find Rook.
Spite was angry more than anything else, bleeding into Lucanis' every thought. He wanted revenge, action⌠something to stab and kill and as far as the demon was concerned the team was doing nothing at all.
But they had no choice, so all they could do was bide their time, recoup their resources and figure out a plan to find Rook.
â
In the fleeting moments he's able to close his eyes and sleep, he still sees the flash of light in his dreams. A bright flash, Rook's horrified voice shouting his name, and then nothing. It was unnerving, seeing it over and over again. Spite seemed almost as incapacitated by the dreams as Lucanis was.
Emmrich once said spirits could experience intense mood shifts during stress, perhaps that was the reason why he kept bringing Lucanis' sleeping body to Rook's room. To feel better.
She always made things better.
Ever since she disappeared, everything around them had dampened. Colors, taste⌠all of it was muffled without her around. Was she even alive? How could they know? They killed one god, and faced two more. Who could say she hadnât been vaporized by Solas?
No. I feel her.
âYou feel her because this is her room, Spite. You don't know that she lives.â
You give up?
"Never. Not until I see her body."
There's a feeling of approval. Never again lose what's ours.
He should leave her room, if he plans to get anything done today. He needs to travel to Treviso still, update Teia and Viago about Rook. He'd already waited a week too long. He knows the conversation might end up with Viago trying to kill him, but they needed to know. They were her only other family, after all. As he turns to go, he spots a loose piece of paper peeking out from under the couch. Spite urges him to pick it up, stronger than ever.
It's a sketch of himself, outlined in purple. Underneath, the words vhenan as well as the following:
âSay it, before it's too late.â
He thinks to the night before she disappeared, how she'd come for their usual evening drink but was preoccupied. Nervous. Surely she was just anxious about the next day's events, but insteadâŚ.
She loves him.
He told her not to make a promise she couldn't keep, yet here he was having broken the last half of his. He didn't keep her safe that day.
Should she not return, every blighted creature would feel his blade.
#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#lucanis dellamorte#veilguard spoilers#rookanis#rook x lucanis#lucanis x rook#my writing#dragon age#veilguard fanfic#datv spoilers#dav spoilers
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Be More Careful, Okay?
Based off of @princeloww's idea of Alec and Campbell being uncle and nephew. I think Alec is a tad out of character here, but I saw this prompt by @prompt-dealer and had an image of Campbell being chased by an angry Alec, and I couldn't resist. No spoilers for either Broadchurch or Takin' Over the Asylum, and none for princeloww's The Never-Ending Sky, either. This is just my little idea of something that could occur if Campbell were to end up in Alec's care. I take zero credit for the idea of Campbell and Alec living together and zero credit for the prompt.
âIâm too young to die!â
âYoung ainât got nothinâ to do with it!â
Alec chased Campbell around the house, literally around the outside of the house, yelling obscenities and threateningâwell, Campbell didnât exactly know what he was threatening, but chances were high that it wasnât good. Nature of a threat, after all.
Truth be told, Alec also didnât know what he was threatening. Heâd figure that out later. However, he did know that Campbell was in deep trouble. Trouble so deep that he wasnât exactly sure how to punish the boy. Especially given that Campbell wasnât even his son. So round and round they went, both yelling and trying not to slip on wet grass that would surely yank their feet out from under them at the first opportunity, causing an impromptu meeting with the cold, wet, muddy ground.Â
The first offense had been the shirts. Campbell had had good intentions, really. Heâd come home early from school on Monday, seen that the bathroom laundry hamper was full, and decided heâd do a load of washing to help his uncle. What a lovely nephew he was, right? Right? Wrong. Despite his best efforts to sort the colored clothing from the whites and the darks, heâd missed a pair of socks. A pair of red socks. A pair of brand-new red socks the exact color of a freshly washed fire engine gleaming in the summer sun. The shirts had come out pink. Oops. When Alec finally got to see the result of his nephewâs good intentions, heâd simply sighed and shaken his head. No sense in getting mad. He could probably do with some new shirts anyway. Heâd donate the pink ones to a charity shop in town. Yeah, yeah, âreal men wear pinkâ and all that, but what was he supposed to do? Like it or not, pink was still very much thought of as a feminine color. He could only imagine the abuse heâd suffer at the hands of his coworkers if he came in wearing a pink shirt. Big, bad DI Hardy in pink? Unthinkable. So heâd donated the old shirts, added a shopping trip to his weekend plans, and obtained the new white shirts that he preferred. A little hit to the wallet, but ultimately, no lasting harm done.
The second offense had been the soup. After the Sandbrook case had finally been solved and closed, Miller had insisted Alec start taking better care of himself and get a hobby. So what did he choose but learning to cook, which would satisfy both her demands? Ever the efficient one, wasnât he? However, some dishes required a couple of extra hands for the sake of timing, so he would recruit Daisy and/or Campbell, depending on the day and on who was around, to help him out in the kitchen. On Tuesday, heâd needed both of them. It was going to be pumpkin soup for dinner that night, since it had been so cold and rainy, and Alec had asked Campbell to add the cream, nutmeg, salt, and pepper to the pot while he began pureeing vegetables a few cups at a time and Daisy helped him to avoid overloading the food processor. Four teaspoons of nutmeg would do it. However, when Alec caught sight of the little container of nutmeg on the counter after putting the soup back onto the stove to simmer, there was no teaspoon in sight. Instead, there was a tablespoon with a suspicious coating of brown powder sitting only an inch or so away.
âCampbell,â heâd asked slowly, âhow much nutmeg did ye put in the soup?â
âFour tablespoons,â Campbell answered, looking up from the knife he was washing. âWhy?â
Alec cursed, cut the gas, and put the soup pot on the stoveâs back burner.
âNutmeg is poisonous in high quantities,â he said. âThe recipe called for four teaspoons, not tablespoons. If we eat that, weâll end up in hospital.â He sighed and scrubbed a hand through his hair, debating on chastising Campbell versus just letting it go. âTry to read it a bit more carefully next time, aye?â he eventually said as Campbell made a point to look anywhere else but at his uncleâs eyes. âAnyone have suggestions for dinner tonight? Looks like weâll be doing takeaway.â
The next day, Campbell really did wind up in the hospital. Not for ignoring his uncleâs warning about the soup, but instead for a skateboard accident. It had been something of an impulse buy on Campbellâs part, and while he was getting to be rather good when it was dry, heâd not yet practiced when it was wet. Heâd missed the bus to school in the morning, pondered what to do, and instead of calling a friend or his uncle or even Ellie Miller, heâd decided that the best possible way to rectify this problem was to attempt to skateboard to school and ask to leave the board in the office until the end of the day. Heâd load up his backpack, throw on a rain jacket, hop on the board, and sail off into the morning light, perfectly balanced and confident that as long as he was careful, nothing would go wrong.Â
What actually happened was that he rolled out with all his things, made it about halfway to the building, hydroplaned on a small hill, and ate dirt. Great. One ambulance ride, a thorough wound-washing, a chunk of chin and six stitches later, he was sitting in a hospital bed as Alec chewed him out for being irresponsible and not just calling for help or walking to school instead of getting on a set of wheels that had not been properly tested for mildly inclement weather. Not that he could be too hard on the boy. His intentions (get to school without inconveniencing anyone) had been good, and the fall, given its consequences, had really been punishment enough for poor Campbell. He looked like heâd expected a bowl of cherries and gotten a cherry bomb instead: a little confused and a lot regretful. Like he was contemplating the choices in his life that had brought him to this moment.Â
Thursday had been blessedly normal. No blood, no pink shirts, no ruined meals. Normal ride to school, normal day, normal ride home. He didnât even have homework for once in his school career! Maybe he was in the clear! Maybe his little bad-luck streak was over!
And then on Friday he inadvertently dyed his uncleâs hair a bright teal. What he wanted to do was put a teal streak in his own hair. It had been something heâd been thinking about for a while, and after having such a rough week, he figured that it wouldnât hurt to try. Heâd spent the afternoon in and out of the bathroom, making sure he was doing it right and not dying the whole house at the same time, and it had come out beautifully! Not a drop anywhere but in his hair, nice clean stripe, absolutely gorgeous. His one mistake? Leaving the bottle in the shower. When heâd gone to rinse out the excess dye, heâd taken the bottle into the shower with him to check the instructions for how to properly care for the freshly dyed hair. When he was all set, heâd left it there. And what did his poor, unsuspecting uncle do when he went to wash his hair later that night? He grabbed the dye bottle instead of the shampoo. And what did he see when his hair finally dried? Bright teal. Everywhere. All over his head. No missing it. Thus leading to the lovely game of ring-around-the-house. It was a little childish, yeah, but Campbell hadnât been sure what his uncle was going to do with him when the newly teal-headed man had stormed into the living room with murder in his eyes. The options had been limited, so Campbell chose to run.Â
Uncle and nephew made the oval at least four times over, pushing Alecâs pacemaker to the limit, before Alec finally stopped seeing red and had the bright idea to simply wait for Campbell to come back around again. He snagged at his nephewâs hood when the opportunity presented itself and pulled the boy against his chest.Â
âCampbell, I . . . why?â Alec asked helplessly, wind going out of his sails. âI know yeâve had a tough time adjusting here, but why?â
âI didnae mean to!â Campbell squawked. âI left the dye in the shower by accident, I swear!â
âI know ye didnae mean to, Iâm asking ye why ye havenât been more careful! Two out of the last five days yeâve injured or nearly killed yerself, anâ I just want to know why!â
Alec stopped for a moment, released a breath, and let it go.Â
âLook, I know yeâre not happy to be here. I know nothingâs the same and yeâre not even with yer mum and da anymore. Iâm worried about ye. Please, just . . . I need ye to be more careful. Thatâs all. Thatâs why Iâm upset. Now please, letâs stop these Looney Tunes shenanigans anâ go back inside. Itâs too cold anâ wet to be out at this time of night.â
Campbell stopped to consider that for a moment, and Alec realized what heâd said. However, the apology wasnât halfway out of his mouth before Campbell cracked a grin.
âBut I am a looney.âÂ
âCampbellââ
âHow can ye expect me noâ to engage in Looney Tunes shenanigans when I am, in fact, a looney?â
âCampbellââ
âIn fact, you ought to be thankful that I donât engage in more Looney Tunes shenanigans just to spite ye! In factâ!â
âCampbell!â
The boy in question stopped talking, but his grin didnât fade even a little.
âYes?â
âInside. Please.â
And so, the pair trooped to the door in silence, neither sure what to say to the other until Campbell paused with his hand on the doorknob.
âIâll be more careful,â he promised. âI didnae mean to worry ye, really. Iâve just had an unlucky couple of days. Iâm fine.â
âReally fine?â
âAye, really fine.â
âAnd ye know ye can ask fer help any time?â
âAye.â
âAndââ
âYes, yes, come on, letâs go inside! I havenât eaten since lunch, anâ dinner wonât cook itself. What are we makinâ tonight?â
#alec hardy#broadchurch#broadchurch fandom#broadchurch fanfiction#daisy hardy#no beta we fail like alec's heart#david tennant#campbell bain#takin over the asylum#i'm tired
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Bought by Ateez
Please understand this is satire and a joke. Please don't take this seriously, and don't come in my messages telling me how cringey this is BECAUSE I KNOWâŚ. I was feeling sentimental and was reminiscing about my 2012-2015 yearsâŚ. If you think this is cringey⌠thatâs the whole point. I literally cringed the entire time writing this, but thatâs the fun of it. Anyway!!
Cw: CRINGE, HUMAN TRAFFICKING BECAUSE THATS EXACTLY WHAT THIS IS AND WHY DID WE ROMANTICIZE IT AS 13 YEAR OLDS⌠I cannot lie thoughâŚ. I was so obsessed with those kidnapped by one direction fics on Wattpad⌠maybe thatâs why Iâm so into yandereâŚ
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(Y/n) woke up to the sound her alarm going off. She sat up in her very small twin bed that was in her shoe closet sized room. She stretches her tiny arms as she yawns. â(Y/N) GET DOWN HERE NOW YOU USELESS EXCUSE OF A DAUGHERâ she heard mother call for her. She hopped out of bed to throw her long brown hair into a perfect messy bun, threw on the only pair of pants she had which were her light wash ripped skinny jeans and pulled her cream colored sweater on. When she got down the stairs she saw eight men sheâs never seen before. Each man stared at her taken aback by her beauty. âHow could a mother want to sell a daughter so beautiful?â They all collectively thought â(y/n) you poor excuse for a child. Iâm selling you to Ateez because I need more money for drugs.â Her mother spits as she grabs the poor girls arm and throws her to the gentlemen in front of them âB-but why?â The girl felt tears in her eyes âI just told you. I want more money for drugs and I never wanted you anyways. I was just waiting for the day I could get rid of youâ The men felt their blood boiling at the words of her mother was spewing out. âOkay thatâs enough. We gave you the money already. Weâll be going nowâ the shortest the eight says sternly to her mother before grabbing her hand gently âWhy donât we go pack your clothes and stuffâ he says more gently âI uh I donât have anything elseâ she says looking down ashamed. The men sigh feeling bad for what sheâs had to go through âOH! Letâs go shopping!â âOh! Wooyoung had a good idea for onceâ âJongho be niceâ she watches the grown men bicker amongst themselves. The one holding her hand speaks up âLetâs go and get you some new clothes jagiâ she canât help blush at the nickname.
(Y/n) didnât know how to feel. A big part of her was very happy she didnât have to live with that vile woman anymore but now sheâll have to live with eight strange men each one looking like they just stepped out of a GQ magazine. She noticed the glares she got as she walked around the mall with them and she couldnât help but feel insecure âAre you okay?â She looked over to see the kindest eyes sheâd ever seen âUm this just all feels so w-weirdâ she stutters out âI totally understand! But things can only get from here, right? Iâm Seonghwa but you can call me Hwaâ "OH MY GOSH GUYS! We never introduced ourselves. I'm Wooyoung, the sexy one" He says sending her a wink "I'm Mingi" "Jongho" "Yunho" "I'm San" "Hi I'm Yeosang" "And I'm Hongjoong" The short one says with a smile. She looked around already forgetting who was who, except Hongjoong "There's so many of you" "It's okay sweetheart, you'll learn very quickly" The group continued to walk through the mall and (y/n) thought that maybe this won't be so bad
#ateez#ateez fanfic#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez kim hongjoong#ateez park seonghwa#ateez jeong yunho#ateez kang yeosang#ateez choi san#ateez song mingi#ateez jung wooyoung#ateez choi jongho#the amount of times i cringed#if only you could see my face as I write this
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Strong bird prince!
#fe reyson#reyson#fire emblem#fire emblem radiant dawn#fire emblem path of radiance#tellius#blood tw#injury tw#death mention tw#when will I ever get the colors of his clothing right?#or the pattern?#the angry galdrar noises is a joke I bet his galdrar sounds flawless
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Title: Till The Water Boils Over Or The Frog Drowns.
Pairing: Yan!Gojo x Reader x Yan!Geto (JJK).
Word Count: 5.8k.
TW: No Curses AU, Dub/Con -> Non/Con (Revoked Consent), Fem!Reader, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Kidnapping, Financial Abuse, Psychological Abuse, Infantilization, Spanking, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, and Forced Codependency. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
[Part Two]
It started the day Satoru first introduced the concept of âtime outâ to your relationship.
He was immature and you were stubborn. You loved him, but without Suguruâs even temper and calming presence, sparks tended to fly in a way that left you at each otherâs throats. With your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes narrowed, youâd watched him sigh, roll his eyes, and storm out of your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind him. You gave yourself a second, then another â sucking in a shallow breath and shutting your eyes, talking yourself through all your usual cool-down methods. You were supposed to go out, tonight, to a restaurant you and Satoru had both been talking about for weeks. You still had about an hour before Suguru was supposed to get home, before you were all supposed to leave together. It wasnât a good day to fight, even if you knew Suguru would smooth everything over as soon as he got home.
When you were done, you moved to the bedroom door. One hour was plenty of time to talk things out. One hour was plenty of time to kiss and make up, even if you would hold a grudge for aâ
You pushed gently on the door. It didnât budge.
You tried the knob. It turned, but the door still didnât open.
You pressed your shoulder into the wood, shoving with more force than you ever shouldâve had to use. Something shifted â a chair slotted underneath the handle, Satoruâs back leaning against the other side of the thin wood â but didnât give.
The frustration youâd only just managed to suppress resurfaced immediately. Still pressed against your side of the door, you called out, attempting to keep your tone soft, light. âSatoru? Baby?â
 The sweetness in his voice was equally artificial. âIâm right here, angel.â
âIâI think the door might be jammed.â You tried the knob again, rattling the metal for emphasis. Satoru only hummed in response, and you grimaced. âAre you gonna let me out, âtoru? I really donât have time to beââ
âNinety minutes.â
ââŚninety minutes?â
âNinety minutes,â he repeated. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. âAfter that, we can check and see if youâre still feelinâ so bratty.â
You were almost thankful there was a door between you. If it hadnât been there, you might not have been able to stop yourself from throttling him. âSatoru, I really donât have time toââ
There was an obnoxiously loud hum, the sound of footsteps moving down the hall. You groaned, resting your forehead against the cool wood. Whatever. He was being petty, again. You could do ninety minutes. And, even if you couldnât, heâd probably be back in ten, tail between his legs and pouting for your attention.
You quickly resigned yourself to passing the time as quickly as possible. You laid face-down on your bed, bemoaning your taste in men and picturing all the ways you could break up with Satoru, once he let you out. You scrolled through your phone, spamming Suguru with half-coherent messages and memes from the very depths of your camera roll. You re-organized your closet, sorting your clothes by color and alphabetizing your shoes. You managed to read a full page of one of the bulky historical fiction novels Suguru kept on the bedside table before deciding youâd be better off breaking up with both your current boyfriends.
You checked the time when you were done, and discovered that youâd managed to kill a whopping fifteen minutes.
God, you were so fucked.
Only half-consciously, you gravitated back to the door, slumping against it. You opened your mouth, ready to call out to Satoru and say whatever you had to say to get out, but another voice cut in before you got the chance. âBaby?â
Suguru. He mustâve gotten back early. You let out a shallow sigh, letting your head fall forward in relief. âRight here,â you said, making no effort to hide your exasperation. âCan you open the door? I think âtoru blocked me in.â
His deep chuckle was muffled, but still clearly audible. âIâm afraid I canât. Heâs still pretty mad, couldnât stop talking about how you copped an attitude with him.â There was a pause, a shoulder being rested against the other side of the door. âI think he mentioned something about a dress?â
You were glad he couldnât see you â he wouldâve hated the way you grimaced at the reminder. âItâs a nice restaurant. I wanted to dress up a little, but heâs just so immature, and when he saw the dress I wanted to wearââ
Suguru cut in. âThe red one, right?â
âYeah, with the window on the chest.â You sighed. âPlease, Suguru? I really donât want to spend the next hour of my life locked in my own bedroom.â
Another laugh, this one more stifled than the first. âHe just knows how pretty youâd look, babe. Probably doesnât want anyone else to find out how beautiful our partner is.â When you didnât respond, he added, âDidnât he just buy you somethinâ brand new? He canât complain if heâs the one who picked it out, right?â
You pursed your lips. He had â a pure ivory dress, a little shorter than mid-thigh and sleeveless, not exactly conservative, but not meant to show as much skin as you usually preferred to. Itâd come with matching gold jewelry, and youâd politely accepted the gift, kissed him on the cheek, and stashed it under your bed to rot. It wasnât ugly, nothing so expensive could be, but it suited Satoruâs tastes, not yours.
âI donât know,â you muttered, trying to soften the harsher edges of your distaste. âYou know how Satoru is. Everything he picks out is just soâso him.â
âIâm starting to think you both might be causing problems.â You kicked the base of the door, but Suguru didnât indulge your outburst with acknowledgement. âJust try it on, alright? If itâs that bad, we can always go without him.â
It took another minute or so of condoling, but soon enough, you were slipping into Satoruâs gifted dress, cursing as you struggled with the tiny, finicky zipper and smoothed wrinkles out of abused silk. You pulled your fingers through your hair once before returning to the bedroom door and knocking defeatedly. As if to add insult to injury, the door swung open in an instant, a smiling Suguru waiting on the threshold.
âSee? Absolutely gorgeous, as always.â He leaned forward, cupping your cheek. You let his lips brush over your forehead before pulling away. Thankfully, he wasnât cruel enough to draw it out any longer â his hand falling to yours and taking it up, tugging you gently towards the living room. âSatoruâs going to forget he was ever mad at all as soon as he sees you.â
You didnât bother responding, only slumping against his side and letting him guide you forward. Distantly, you heard Suguru calling out to Satoru, but you were already busy â too occupied promising yourself that this would never, ever happen again to care what either of them was saying.
You would, of course, be wrong.
~
Barricaded doors quickly became a weekly inconvenience. You and Satoru fought often (never intensely and never for very long, but often), and he owned the apartment â meaning, despite all your whining, you couldnât exactly tell him that his doors couldnât all lock from the outside. Your âcool-down sessionsâ (Suguruâs words, not yours) lasted anywhere from twenty minutes to a couple of hours, and Suguru was always the one to let you out. When you couldnât be locked up and left to stew, Satoru would take it upon himself to leave the apartment â if only for as long as he thought it would take for you to forget youâd argued at all. You got used to it quickly. It wasnât fair, you didnât enjoy it, but you got used to it. Youâd always had more patience than you really shouldâve, when it came to Satoruâs antics.
And then, Suguru started showering with you.
Finding time to spend together was an ever-present obstacle in your relationship. Satoru alternated sporadically between planning lectures and grading papers late into the night to rolling his eyes at the concept of due dates and dulling out extra credit on a whim, and trying to guess if Suguru would be free was a pursuit in futility â his sermons were scheduled, but he was almost always being called out on some mysterious errand on behalf of one of his countless, faceless apostles. You didnât work at all, but you went to school, and you kept yourself busy. Youâd never be as busy as Satoru and Suguru, but you did your best to keep up with them.
Currently, you were basking in the afterglow with Suguru, your head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Satoru was already gone, rushed off to some early-morning lecture, but Suguru didnât have anything to do, and youâwell, you could miss a lecture or two if it meant spending time with him. And, even if you couldnât, it was hard to imagine tearing yourself away from the feeling of his calloused fingers tracing aimless patterns into the small of your back, of his lips pushing warm, open-mouthed kisses into your shoulders, your collarbone, your throat. His hands drifted to your hips, grip tightening ever-so-slightly, and you felt a raspy groan reverberate against the side of your neck, Suguru pulling you close as heâ
âSave it,â you said, drawing back. He pouted and you grinned, pecking the corner of his jaw and sitting up, letting his sheets pool around your waist. âJust for a few minutes â I feel gross.â A full groan, this time. You laughed, combing his disheveled hair back and pressing another kiss into his forehead, this one lingering just a beat longer than the first. âYouâll survive a shower, Suguru.â
You felt him shift underneath you. Before you had a chance to pull away, he was sitting up, his arms still around your waist â keeping you messily laid across his lap. âIâll come with you.â
âYouâll wait your turn.â And then, when he only hummed in response, âIâm being serious. Somebody in this relationship has to wash their hair every now and then.â
His face was already buried in the crook of your neck, and he was moving toward the edge of the mattress with your body still tucked against his chest. He was planning on carrying you, presumably. Sometimes, it felt like if it were up to Suguru, youâd never walk anywhere on your own again. âI know.â His voice was still raspy with sleep, his usual articulation weighed down by the fatigue that came with a morning spent in bed. âIâll help.â
âThatâs really sweet, butââ You strung your arms around his neck as he stood up, taking you with him. ââI think Iâll be alright on my own, Suguru.â
For the first time all morning, his eyes flickered open, wandering idly in your direction. He held your gaze for a beat, then another.
Finally, the edge of his lips quirked upward â the sly, knowing grin youâd fallen in love with soon painted across his lips. When he spoke, it was in a tone to match, all confidence and cloying, calculated sweetness. âNo.â
You faltered, at that. ââŚno?â
âDonât wanna be away from you for that long,â he mumbled, by way of explanation. âWhatever you need to do, Iâll take care of. Donât want you to have to worry your pretty little head over anything.â
You tried your best to laugh, but it was a weak effort, better left unacknowledged. âI donât know how I feel about my boyfriend offering to, I donât know, shave my legs or something.â
He only soldiered on, as if you hadnât said anything at all.
~
You felt Satoruâs hands on your waist first, then his chest against your back. His mouth found the curve of your throat as if by instinct, teeth grazing against a bruise Suguru had left in the same spot the day before. You felt him lean against you and dropped the knife you were holding onto a nearby cutting board, bracing yourself on the edge of the counter to compensate.
You glanced over your shoulder as his head bowed, face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. He mustâve just gotten home â he was still wearing his sunglasses, only the first three buttons on his shirt undone. You grinned, twisting around just far enough to kiss the top of his head before turning back to your ingredients. âRough lecture?â
âGrad students,â he muttered, the dread in his voice plainly audible. âOne more fucking extension request, and I swear, Iâll fail the entire class.â
You hummed, letting him sink further into you. You mightâve let him stay there, too, if one of his hands hadnât fallen to your ass while the other slipped underneath your loose shirt. Before he could creep upward, you jabbed an elbow into his chest. âKeep it in your pants. You still smell like a college campus.â
Of course, he didnât budge. âBut I missed you,â he whined, as shameless as he was clingy. âI had to leave so early, and I was stuck in my office for so long, and Iâm gonna die if I have to wait any longer. Is that what you want? For me to die?â
âYou could always go to Suguru, if youâre that insatiable.â
âBut I want you.â You felt a thumb slip below the waistband of your sweatpants (or, Suguruâs sweatpants, technically â heâd been unbearable unless you were wearing his clothes, recently) and batted his hand away. Your efforts were, predictably, unsuccessful. âPlease, baby?â And then, after a beat. âYou donât care about dinner more than you care about me, do you?â
You felt something delicate inside of you falter, crack, then fall apart entirely. It was strange â how long you could nurse a wound without acknowledging it existed at all. âItâs not that, I justââ You stuttered, then stopped entirely. You deflated underneath Satoruâs weight, and as if in response, he held you that much tighter, keeping you as close as you could be, lest he carve open his chest and force you into the open cavity. âI⌠I guess I feel like I havenât really been doing a lot for you two, lately. You pay all the bills, and Suguru goes out of his way to take care of me, and there just⌠It makes me feel kind of useless.â You tried to punctuate the confession with a smile, a laugh, but both were hollow beyond the point of recognizability. It wouldâve been better if you hadnât tried at all. âYou get it, right? I justâI donât want to be the only one not doing anything.â
There was a beat of silence. You felt Satoru settle against you, his chest pressing into your back before he pulled away, detaching from you entirely. You sighed, letting yourself relax.
And then, just as suddenly, you were off of your feet and in Satoruâs arm, one tucked under the bend of your knees while the other supported your back. You managed a stammered, half-coherent protest, but if Satoru was listening, he wasnât bothered.
He carried you out of the kitchen and into the living room, your half-finished recipe forgotten in favor of dropping you onto the nearest couch and kneeling over you, already pulling on the collar of his shirt. âSounds like our babyâs been thinkinâ too much.â He was grinning, his glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. âLet me put a stop to that.â
You opened your mouth, but you didnât have time to respond. His mouth was already crashing into yours; swallowing down anything you mightâve said and replacing it with a breathy moan, a haze over your conscious thoughts.
You didnât bother trying to talk your way out from underneath Satoru, again.
~
You couldnât breathe.
It took you a moment to realize what was wrong, another to put together why. You felt the blunt tip of Suguruâs cock hit the back of your throat as Satoruâs chest pressed into yours, the latter pressing the air out of your lungs while the former forced you to choke what little was left up. Satoru had set a relentless pace; his thrusts brutal, his tempo erratic, his hips crashing into yours with enough force to bruise. Two of Suguruâs thick, calloused fingers were lodged between your body and Satoruâs drawing quick, precise patterns into your clit, while both of Satoruâs hands were wrapped around the underside of your thighs, keeping your knees pinned to your chest, your body folded in half and pressed into the mattress. Theyâd always been taller than you, with Suguru kneeling by your head and Satoru looming over you, they both seemed so much bigger. They both seemed so, so much stronger than they ever had before.
You couldnât breathe. The lack of oxygen was already rushing to your head, already replacing your sense of logic with a shrill, panicked buzz. Your body hurt everywhere they touched it, the warmth pooling in your core and arousal left behind by previous climaxes not enough to dull the sharp sting of Satoruâs nails against your skin, not enough to soften the harsh edge of the grin you could only barely see spread across Suguruâs lips out of the corner of your eye. It was a struggle just to move your jaw, and even then, any sounds you were able to make were borderline incoherent â your little chants of âred, red, redâ so stifled and so garbled by Suguruâs cock that you couldnât have blamed him for not hearing you at all. It was only when you tried to pull your head back that his eyes fell away from where Satoruâs cock was fucking into your dripping cunt and to your face, tears of distress already beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. You let out one more panicked cry, hoping beyond hope that heâd be able to see the fear in your expression and know something was wrong, but that grin you had loved so much only widened, sharpened. âLike that, princess?â You felt his free hand on the top of your head, fingers carding through your hair while the patterns being pushed into your sensitive clit sped up, intensified. âFaster,â he cooed to Satoru, his voice laced with something vicious and mocking. âIf she can still cry, she can still fuck.â
He didnât mean it. He couldnât mean it. Suguru just liked to be mean in bed, and Satoru liked to indulge him. That was the only reason they were doing this to you, that was the only reason Satoru listened; leaning that much more of his weight onto as his cock beat against the walls of your cunt. âFuck,â Satoru muttered, as Suguruâs cock twitched against the roof of your mouth. âGot tighter when you said that. Is that what you want? For me and him to fuck you unconscious?â
This time, you didnât try to pull back, you jerked â lurching out of Suguruâs hold, drawing back until you could gasp and pant and fill your aching lungs. âRed,â you half-choked, half-cried. âRed, red, stop, too much, I canâtââ
Satoru cut you off with a throat groan. You felt his form tense against yours, heard a shameless moan spill past his lips, and suddenly, it was like youâd forgotten how to breathe entirely. âToo close for that,â he muttered, his lips close enough to ghost over the shell of your ear. âYou can take it for me, angel.â
You couldnât, but you didnât have time to tell him that. You opened your mouth, but all you could seem to spit out was a keening, pitiful whine as you felt something deep in your core pull taut and snap, as your cunt clenched around him and you came undone on Satoruâs cock for the nth time. At the same time, he went stiffed above you, forcing his hips flush with yours and filling your abused pussy with something thick and searing. The feeling was alien, strange. You couldâve sworn he said he would wear a condom, tonight.
It felt like you laid there for a small eternity â trapped under Satoruâs limp body, Suguru still petting idly through your hair. You stared unblinkingly at the ceiling until, days later, Satoru pulled himself upright with a raspy grunt, turning to Suguru. You were vaguely aware of his head being lowered into Suguruâs lap, moving to finish the job you hadnât wanted to, but that seemed distant, unimportant. The room was too small, too closed-off. You werenât getting enough air. You were too warm. You were too small. Youâ
You needed to leave.
Your body was on the edge of the mattress before your mind could make the conscious decision to move. You were shaking, despite the damp humidity clinging to your skin, but you tried to ignore that and focus on getting your feet underneath you, on fishing Satoruâs shirt off the floor and pulling it over your head. Youâd need pants, too, and your wallet â maybe youâd still have a little cash stowed away, something from before Satoru insisted you start carrying one of his platinum cards. Youâd spend the night in a hotel, or better yet, rent a car â get out of Tokyo altogether. You had a friend who lived outside of the city â or, you used to, at least. You couldnât remember the last time you talked to someone other than Satoru and Suguru.
You made it to the doorway before Suguru called out. âGoing somewhere, princess?â
You froze, but didnât look over your shoulder. You could barely stand. You needed to go. âI justâI think I need a little air.â
âGive us a minute. Me or âtoru should go with you.â There was a lull to his voice, an airiness just barely audible over the slick, sloppy sound of Satoruâs mouth moving over his shaft. You could remember admiring that about him, once, constantly thinking about how lucky you were to have such a cool, confident boyfriend. Right now, though, it was hard to think of his unfaltering composure as anything but inhuman. âIt just wouldnât be safe to let youââ
âI need air,â you repeated, because it was true, because you did. Little, black spots were already starting to dot your vision, and it felt like someone was trying to wrap their hands around your throat and squeeze. âI⌠I think I might be gone for a while, too.â
For all his tenderness, Suguru didnât sound very concerned. âHow long?â
âA couple hours,â you tried, and then, much more quietly, when he let out a disbelieving hum. ââŚa few days?â
This time, Suguru didnât have to say anything at all. Leaning against the doorway, Satoruâs cum still dripping down the inside of your thigh, it took less than a minute for you to crack on your own. âI think we⌠I think I might need a little space.â
There was another beat of silence, occupied only by a soft groan from Suguru, the sound of noisy swallowing from Satoru. Finally, he sighed. You didnât dare to look, but you could picture him shaking his head, smiling as he rolled his eyes. Acting as if youâd just said the stupidest thing in the world. âWhat do you think, Satoru? Have we waited long enough.â
ââtoo long.â Satoruâs voice was hoarse, breathy. In your peripheral, you could see him dragging the back of his hand across his lips as he raised his head. âWeâve had everything ready for months, now.â
That was all Suguru needed to hear. He turned back to you, letting his head lull to the side. âCome back to bed, wonât you, princess?â
You didnât respond. What little air you still had hitched in your collapsing throat as you attempted to move forward, only for a hand to catch your shoulder and hold you in-place. It was Satoru â now standing less than a full step behind you. He didnât bother with a warning before wrapping his free arm around your waist and dragging you into his chest and off of your feet. You made a weak effort to thrash, to squirm, to dig your nails into the forearm laid over your midriff, but Satoru didnât make a sound, didnât let you go, only hauling you back to where Suguru sat on the edge of the mattress. You shouldnât have felt as betrayed as you did. Theyâd both always been able to pick you up and throw you around like a kitten, being carried from place to place by its scruff. It was always only going to be a matter of time before they stopped listening to your half-hearted protests entirely.
âOver the knee,â Suguru said with a sort of flippant, beckoning gesture. âI want to make sure we get off on the right foot.â
Wordlessly, unceremoniously, you were dropped face-down into Suguruâs lap â his thighs pressing into your exposed stomach. Satoru lowered himself to the floor in front of you, sitting cross-legged and reaching out, cupping your face delicately. More out of reflex than anything intelligent, you tried to push yourself up, but a hand on the small of your back was enough to keep you paralyzed. Sometime between the doorway and the bed, the shaking had gotten worse. You doubted youâd be able to keep your legs underneath you, anymore. âTwenty-five,â he announced â an executioner reading out his victimâs sentence. âFifteen for trying to leave us, and ten more for not listening to me. Does that sound fair, Satoru.â
âSo mean, Suguâ,â Satoru whined, but you could already see a crooked smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. âThe poor thing doesnât even know whatâs going on.â
âWhich is why we have to make a strong impression. I want her to know thereâll be consequences for misbehavior.â You felt his hand drifting up the length of your spine, lingering on the sensitive junction between your shoulder blades. âTwenty-five, okay, princess? Iâm going to need you to count for me â if you lose track, weâll have to start over.â
âSuguru, âtoru, I donâtâI donât understand whatââ You were cut off by a sudden, bruising blow to the plush of your ass â all force, no friction. It took you a second to realize that it was Suguruâs hand, another to consciously acknowledge that heâd spanked you. Like you were some bratty toddler. Like he wanted to hurt you.
It took another lash to know you out of your spell-bound state and send a keening, pitchy cry spilling past your lips. The tears youâd managed to hold back minutes ago were back in full-force, dripping down your cheeks and pooling on your chin, accompanied by the occasional sniffle or ragged sob. Suguru hummed, but any sympathy he mightâve had remained unexpressed, hidden behind a thick veil of strict impassivity. âI need you to count. I know itâs hard, but itâll only get more difficult if you donât cooperate.â He paused, clicked his tongue. âWeâre still on one. Are you going to be good, or do I have to get the belt?â
âHurts, Suguru, youâre hurtingââ
Another blow, this one to the back of your thighs and twice as harsh as the first two. Meekly, you mumbled a weak ââŚone.â
You couldnât see past your own tears by the fifth strike, and by the tenth, you were sobbing openly. Each blow leaves your skin burning and your ass pulsing, but despite everything, he was far from brutal. His pace was measured, precise, and he was strategic â careful to never abuse the same spot to the point of numbness. After the fifteenth, you sniffled and forced yourself to raise your head, meeting Satoruâs eyes and silently pleading for his pity, for his help. Rather than empathy, you found a glassy stare and his hand in his lap, pumping idly over his cock. A few hours ago, you could picture yourself teasing him for not being able to go a full minute without someone touching him, even himself. Right now, the sight alone was enough to make bile rise into the back of your throat.
His thumb ran over your cheek, his palm settling under your chin and tilting your head back. âDonât give me that look. This is twice as gentle as heâs ever been with me.â
By the time it was over, you were near-inconsolable, every number followed immediately by a string of distorted gibberish, a disjointed plea for him to stop, or be gentle, or let you go. You laid limp across Suguruâs lap as he drew slow, tender patterns into your abused flesh, every little touch sparking a new kind of pain, dragging another ragged sob up from somewhere deep and visceral in your chest. He was talking to you, cooing sweet nothings, but you couldnât hear him. You didnât want to hear him. You wanted to leave.
But, you couldnât, and even if youâd had the strength to try, you wouldnât have gotten very far. You hadnât seen him move, but at some point, Satoru mustâve left the room. When your crying began to wane and you could bare the thought of opening your eyes, you found him standing in front of you, holding a glass of water in one hand and three white pills in the other. âOpen up,â he said, drawing out each syllable for a beat longer than he really had to. âItâll help with the pain, promise.â
You pursed your lips, grit your teeth, but Suguruâs thumb pressed into a fresh bruise and fear immediately overwhelmed your sense of caution. Suguru took precious seconds to reposition you â drawing you up by your shoulders to straddle his thigh â and Satoruâs hand found its way back to your cheek, his thumb tapping your bottom lip and slipping onto your tongue as you, reluctantly, opened your mouth. The pills were first, allowed to sit on your tongue until their bitterness reached the back of your throat, then the water, poured sloppily enough for the excess to spill out of the corners of your mouth. The reaction was instantaneous â a wave of nausea, then fatigue, your eyes immediately too heavy to keep open, your body too distant to justify attempting to control. You went slack, falling against Suguru, and he chuckled, bowing his head.
The last thing you felt was his mouth against your throat before everything went numb.
~
You woke up hours later, tucked into a bed that wasnât yours and in more pain than youâd ever felt before.
Shock and terror startled you into consciousness before you could so much as attempt to fade back into blissful oblivion. You tried to curl up, to make yourself as small and as safe as possible, but your leg caught on something â a leather cuff, discovered after throwing the sheets thatâd been laid over you to the side. A shackle, lined in velvet and sitting loosely at the base of your ankle, a silver chain connecting it to an unseen point underneath the bed. You gave it another tug, just to check, and unsurprisingly, it refused to budge. You choose to look away before the pit quickly opening up inside of your chest could deepen any further.
Instead, you turned your attention outward â to the rest of the bedroom. It wasnât the one you shared with Satoru and Suguru, or the undecorated guestroom Satoru had semi-converted into a home office. The walls were a pale pink, the shelves already stocked with stuffed animals, fairy lights, jewelry boxes that (knowing Satoru) were no doubt filled to the brim. You werenât wearing Suguruâs shirt anymore, either. Your blood ran cold as you glanced down and found yourself in a pastel blue nightgown â all lace and silk and frills no one could ever hope to actually sleep in. You didnât know whether to be disgusted that theyâd re-dressed you while you were unconscious, without your permission, or thankful they hadnât waited until you were awake enough to try and stop them.
Seconds seemed to move in thick, dripping clumps. You couldnât be sure how long passed until your disoriented stillness was interrupted, but by the time the plain, white door (a neat row of undone deadbolts visible above to the knob) swung open, Satoru stepping through with Suguru following shortly behind him. Automatically, you started to move towards them, but caught yourself, pressing you back into the headboard and crossing your arms over your chest, as if that gave you any kind of authority. As if there was any authority you could have, chained to the floor in the bedroom of a pre-schooler.
âYou were beginning to worry us,â Suguru started, sitting on the foot of the bed. âBut, then again, our little princess was always a delicate one, wasnât she?â
You stiffened, bristled. You opened your mouth, but closed it as Satoru draped an arm over your shoulders, collapsing next to you. âHere,â he said, holding something out. âSuguru wanted to make you ask, but Iâm not that stingy.â
 You attempted to shift away from him, but Satoru had never made things that easy. He clung to you that much tighter as your eyes fell to his hand, findingâ
A cup.
A sippy cup, pink and plastic and decorated with little, glittering clouds.
The nausea was immediate, nearly overwhelming. You wanted to vomit. You wanted to throw it across the room. You wanted to do anything but accept it, but your throat was bone-dry, a steady throbbing already begging to root in the back of your skull. Wordlessly, you snatched it out of his hand and (with more than a little strain) pulled off the lid, drinking as quickly as you could. Satoruâs nails scraped against your bicep, but neither of them commented.
Suguru waited until you were finished to go on. âYouâll get used to it, after a few weeks. Itâs really not that different from our prior relationship, just a few aesthetic changes âtoru and I thought aââ He paused, grinned. ââsofter environment might suit you.â
âWe can be more honest now, too.â Satoru sounded too giddy, too happy. âThose last couple of days practically killed me â having to watch you leave the apartment, acting all independent nâ shit. This way, there wonât be anything stopping us from keeping you all to ourselves.â
A beat passed in silence. It took you a moment to realize you were supposed to say something, and another to actually open your mouth, to find your voice when all you wanted to do was shrivel up and shut your eyes. âI donât really understand whatâs going on,â you muttered, like that would make it true. Like enough stuttering, simpering obliviousness would be what made them change their minds. âWhen are you going to let me go?â
Beside you, you heard Satoru try and fail to suppress a breath of a laugh, and Suguruâs grin only seemed to widen.
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đŞđđđđđđťđžđ: 'Intense Desire' ŕźŕż L.F.
⤡ Sex Pills | Overstimulation | Squirting
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âą warnings: fem!reader, sex pills usage (felix accidentally taking them), mention of a handjob in a car, he gets âmeanâ for like a split second, unprotected p in v, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampies, squirting, if u quint theres 1 sentence of angst at the end, i might be forgetting something
âą notes: sorry this was delayed! I made it a little longer than the others in hopes that it would make up for the tardiness <3 also 1 the beginning might feel rushed (it was) and 2 sex pills dont completely work like this?? But its fiction so.. pls bare with me im so stressed out LMFAO
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The pounding in Felixâs head was just enough to distract him from the colorful clothes around the two of you. The initially exciting shopping trip to the mall with your boyfriend had quickly slowed down thanks to the headache he developed out of the blue. Your comforting words and warm hands on his face only helped so much, and he felt horrible for his body refusing to let him enjoy your date.
It wasnât until you reminded him of the medicines he had packed away in his bag that he let up on his pouting Then, with the familiar feeling of the plastic of a pill bottle on his fingers and a gentle reminder from you that this should be fun for the both of you, Felix finds himself leading you to the food court. He quickly buys a bottle of water and chugs down 3 pills. Itâs over the dosage of 2 he normally would take, but heâs desperate to have a good time with you.
Not long after, heâs back to his normal self and the thumping pain in his head is long gone. Wide smiles and crescent eyes watch you pick out interesting clothes, some even meant to match with him. Everything is back to normal!
That is until 30 minutes after the fact when heâs patiently sitting outside of your changing room waiting for you to try on the next outfit. He starts to feel a new, less painful ache. One between his legs that heâs all too familiar with.
Literal lines of sweat are dripping down his forehead and his neck when you open the curtain to present the outfit you picked out. He forces a smile and has to tear his eyes away from the tight pants to give his opinion. A curt, breathy, âBeautiful.â
The sweat immediately catches your attention and obviously raises concerns from the way your eyebrows furrow. He notices right away and tries not to let it worry you, shooing you away and encouraging you to try on the last pieces of fabric that await you in the changing room.
The second the curtains close behind you he racks his brain for possible reasons as to why a sudden, strong feeling of horniness took over his body. Itâs even to the point where his whole body tingles from the ceiling fans above him. The slow gusts of wind make his cock ache in his jeans and goosebumps litter his arms.
He doesnât think heâs ever gotten this horny in his life. Even the time when you managed to rile him up to the point where he almost came in his jeans when you brushed past him he had never felt this way. He swore he could feel his veins burning as he looked through his bag for his phone, praying that Google would explain everything.
But he doesnât get far enough to grab his phone, because the realization hits him like a tsunami wave. The pills. He realizes too late that he never checked which medicine he took. And sure enough, when he checked his bag, the tiny plastic bottle he had a hold on earlier wasnât his Ibuprofen.
Instead, it was a blue pill bottle that he kept for special medicines that he would occasionally get prescribed. This time around, it was the brand new, not prescribed pills he had put to the side for⌠intimacy reasons.
It was embarrassing at first for him. A young, attractive man in his 20s struggling with his sex life. All thanks to the wear and tear from work stress: the unforgiving cycle of working too much and being overwhelmed, then taking a break and working too little just to fall behind.
You understood! Itâs understandable to not be able to get hard when thereâs a never ending dread that has made home in the back of your mind. And it was clearly obvious that he is attracted to you, every other time the two of you were intimate is enough evidence for that.
So you offered him an idea that might help! That idea being âhornyâ pills. It took some convincing and consistent reassurance for him to cave and agree. Which led to that little blue bottle of little red pills that made his not-so-little friend crave your attention.
âLixie?â Your voice snaps him out of his daydreaming and his head snaps up to see your head poking out of the curtain. Your giggle goes straight to his dick and he has to force a smile to get through the ache. âI need your help with this dress. I canât get the zipper up.â
You donât need to ask twice, especially when the promise of getting to see your bare skin is on the table. Heâs joining you in the blink of an eye, using his clammy, shaky hands to zip up the dress the rest of the way. Your body flushes at the way he licks his lips as he looks you up and down multiple times.
âDo you like it?â His eyes snap up to yours in the mirror and he nods. Itâs pretty obvious to you whatâs going on in his head at this point, minus the reason for it, so you rip the dress off and rush to the cashier as fast as you can.
Felix is on your tail the whole time. A hand on your hip and his chest pressed to your back as he shoves his credit card into the card reader. Then again when the two of you get to the car, this time both of his hands on your hips and his face shoved into your neck.
âNeed you so fucking bad.â His hard-on is even more obvious now as he grinds it against your thigh, groaning and whining into your neck about how good it feels. You struggle to get the car keys out of his pocket when his hands are all over you, making you feel good when they arenât even doing much.
âFelix⌠Not here.â The two of you drabbled in public sex before so it wasnât a new experience for either of you. But it had been a while since the two of you were intimate so you really didnât want it to be in the dirty car garage of a mall. In the middle of the day, mind you.
âI need something. Baby, please. I-I canât do this.â The desperation in his voice is enough to make your neck whip around, almost knocking into his as you look back at him with confusion. He knows you all too well and the answer to your unspoken question is already on the tip of his tongue.
âI accidentally took those sex pills instead of pain meds.â He doesnât bother explaining further; he doesnât care anymore. The only thing thatâs on his mind is getting you into the car so he can get some sort of stimulation on his poor, achy cock.
You're lucky to even have gotten his hands off of you after that, let alone getting him in the passenger seat and buckled in without him launching at you. However youâre even less lucky as you drive him home, one hand on the wheel and the other- well, on his dick.
You could hear the wetness of him jerking himself off before you saw it. He was keen to get your help though. His eyes were teary and his voice came out a distressed whine as he pleaded for you to help, complaining that his hand wasnât comparable to how good your hand would feel.
The windows on your shared car are as tinted as legally possible, so you quickly cave and slide your hand toward him. Now 5 minutes away from the house, you quicken your hands in hopes that heâll cum this soon. But luck isnât on either of your sides today and the carâs already in park before heâs even close to cumming.
You donât make it past the entryway before Felix is shoving you forward, pinning you to the wall, and pulling your bottoms to your knees. The sight of your panties all messy and your pussy lips equally as messy from your excitement is enough to make him feral.
âYouâre so good to me, Honey. Always so obedient and keeping my pussy ready for me when I most need it. Iâm going to give you the world and more.â He doesnât wait for you to make a comment before heâs pushing your underwear to join your bottoms.
One hand rests on the wall by your face and the other pushes against your lower back, arching your back at the same time that he pushes his cock in. Your walls are warm and wet as they take every last inch of him in, almost as if two puzzle pieces were finally placed together.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and he sucks on your neck, whispering incoherent mumbles until heâs bottomed out. He only stops then to take deep breaths and calm his own body down. Now that heâs finally inside of you, the effects of the pills feel a million times stronger.
He genuinely feels like a dog in heat, hips still rutting into yours even as his mind tells his body to relax. It doesnât listen in the slightest and after a short pause his hips are finding a rigorous rhythm.Â
Felix is a man possessed behind you; nails digging into your skin leaving bruises to come and hips moving with more force than you thought he could give. Itâs hard to think heâs not possessed with his filthy mouth, something heâs always been good at but it hits differently when heâs rock hard inside of you and eager to feel every inch of your body all at once.
You start to feel like the pills are affecting you. Your own body reacts to his fervent movements with warm clenches and moans that spur him on. You feel so sensitive and your orgasm sneaks up on you, causing you to wiggle in his hold. The shuffle of your limbs makes him lose his angle and you both whine.
âNo, no, no, no, no, no. Stop. You gotta stay arched, baby. Yeah, just like that. FfuckâŚâ The hand on your back pushes you forward, completely squishing you against the wall as he tries to arch you back to how you previously were. He knows that he did it right when you start to flutter around him again and your moans ascend a few pitches.
With the other hand using all of his fingers to rub your clit back and forth, he pushes you over the edge. You clench around him as you moan into the wall, your arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up against it. He growls against your ear and bites down on it as he continues fucking you through your high.
He doesnât stop after youâre done. If anything it only encourages him, the ache in his veins telling him that he needs to keep going and make you feel even better. And so he does, with one hand still furiously rubbing your clit back and forth while the other now moves to your waist and holds up your slouching form.
It just squeezes you appreciatively, almost even possessively as he holds you in place when you start to flail. It doesnât become mean until in the midst of your thrashing, you move yourself just slightly to the point where he loses his angle again. He pushes his hand roughly against you and arches your back himself again, this time with a disgruntled snap.Â
âStop fucking doing that.â Heâs huffing into your ear as his hips pick up pace, going even faster than he was before. âBe good or else Iâll bend you over with nothing to lean on.â But itâs hard to control your body when painful pleasure is swimming through your body. Even more so when you feel another orgasm lurking.
âB-Baby, fuck! Give me a sec, youâre-â You cut yourself off with a shriek as the hand on your waist moves to tangle itself in your hair. It uses the grip to pull you back up to rest your back flat against his chest. His other hand finally falters at this point, instead of rubbing your clit it sinks into your thigh.
âIâm what, Honey. Tearing up your guts?â He laughs out a sound of agreement that turns into a guttural groan as his blinding thrusts finally let up. A few sharp thrusts and a series of moans fall from his lips as he empties himself out inside of you. It feels like gallons of his seed are filling your stomach, and the feeling of it leaking out onto your inner thighs is enough to make you believe thatâs the case.
If he notices, he doesnât say anything. He just stands there with his forehead against your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your torso, mind reeling as he comes down from such an intense high.
âBaby. You didnât cum with me at the end, did you?â Heâs more upset that he faltered that badly, but the twitch of his cock lets you both know that heâs not close to being done regardless. The question is a real testament to your faith. Lie to him and maybe bribe him to let you take a break, or tell the truth and deal with the consequences. Though, it doesnât seem like he was asking.
He pulls out and moves his hand to the small of your back. Neither of you even spared a glance at your bottoms as youâre dragged to the living room and shoved into the couch. It knocks the breath from your lungs momentarily, and itâs all the time he needs to bend you to his will. Your shoulders sink into the bottom cushions and your legs are hovering just above you as he shoves his cock inside of you again.Â
The breath is almost knocked from you again as he finds a new, rougher pace to follow. This one isnât nearly as fast but the new angle, thanks to your ankles being by his ears, sends him right where he wants to be. His previous load froths along his length as he fucks into you like your lives are on the line.Â
Your hands find home on his biceps and your nails leave deep crescent shapes along his skin as you desperately try to find something to ground yourself with. The new vigor he fucks you with makes it so that your next orgasm builds up within a minute or two. The feral stare from his lidded eyes only makes your stomach squeeze as you realize that he really has no plans to stop, even if he really wants to.Â
âFelix, baby, s-slow down. It feels w-weird.â You push against his stomach in hopes that it will slow him down, but it doesnât. He stays quiet and only responds by grabbing your wrist and shoving it into the cushion by your head; a wordless command for âHands off.â You look up just in time to see his gaze grow more intense.
He even leans forward, both of his hands moving to your thighs to fold them into your chest. His hips pick up speed once he has you folded to his liking and you find that strange feeling growing stronger. You get a glimpse of him licking his pink lips that then perk up into a menacing smile and then the feeling grows too strong, forcing your eyes closed and your legs to combat his hold.
Your body can only shake as you gush around him and he curses under his breath at the sight. Your cunt spams around him and you squirt through his merciless fucking. The wet, squelching noises combat the volume of your cries to the point where he periodically goes out of his way to thrust into you even rougher just to hear it more.
âYou hear her talking to me? Fucking shit- She really liked that, huh baby?â He laughs in disbelief and slams into you repeatedly, chasing his own sudden orgasm from watching you cum so intensely.
âThat was so fucking hot, Baby.â The whine in his voice doesnât match the cocky look on his face, but you canât be bothered to comment about it as he finishes inside of you all of a sudden. Your sensitive walls constrict around him yet again and he cums deep inside, riding his own orgasm out to the sound of your overwhelmed sobs.
His chest heaves as he catches his breath and he takes the moment to glance at a clock on the wall. Itâs been a few hours since he took the pills so they should be going down soon. He can already feel his brain going back to normal, and his thoughts are clearing up as the two of you sit there unmoving.
âYou⌠Are you ok, Honey?â Your sniffles are enough to make his heart drop into his ass, but when you look up at him the anxiety leaves his body. You smile at him through the tears and laugh as best as you can while still breathless.
âHoly shit, Felix.â He matches your chuckle and leans forward, slotting your legs on either side of his waist as he repeatedly pushes his lips against your cheek. âIâm⌠great. But you owe me for fucking me within an inch of my life like that with no warning.â
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Why Aziraphale is completely ridiculous in the Bastille scene (and I love him so much for it)
A while ago I posted a comparison of Aziraphale and Crowley's costumes in the 1793 flashback in Good Omens and I wanted to add these little tidbits. (Because they haunt me.)
I feel like most people know this but IF YOU DON'T, Paris in 1793 is right in the middle of something called La Terreur.
HISTORY LESSON If you didn't learn this in school the French Revolution was when, after years of escalating social tension, a coalition representing the working classes of France revolted against the monarchy, violently overthrew King Louis XVI, and declared France to be a republic.
The new National Convention governing France ruled that King Louis XVI and his wife Marie Antoinette were traitors to the people of France because of how they had spent ridiculous amounts of money on luxuries for themselves while vast numbers of the lower classes were literally starving to death. (keep the bold in mind - wealth and class disparities were one of the key causes of the whole-ass revolution)
In 1793 (year of the flashback) both the King and Queen were executed by guillotine for their crimes.
This kicks of something called The Reign of Terror (La Terreur if you want to be French about it). A multi-year-long period in which the National Convention goes on a bloody witch hunt for any and every member of the middle or upper classes who could even possibly be considered a traitor by those same standards.
If you A) had money or privilege, and B) had ever used your money or privilege to treat yourself, you were getting executed. Over 25,000 people died during the Reign of Terror, half of them by guillotine. In fact, the iconic guillotine was used because it was physically impossible to keep up with the sheer number of people they were executing in Paris every single day.
Some things that could get you killed (actually and completely seriously) during the Reign of Terror:
Implying in any way you were sympathetic to the monarchy
Having a noble title
Having expensive things
Wearing expensive, luxurious clothes (*cough* AZIRAPHALE)
helping or sympathizing with anyone who did any of the above
a working-class person saying you were mean to them once
And then there's this bitch...
I AM NOBILITY PLEASE KILL ME So we have established that Paris in 1793 is in the middle of a frenzied, state-sanctioned bloodbath in which the working classes are massacring everyone even remotely nobility-adjacent. And in the middle of this frenzy, Aziraphale proceeds to roll up in Paris in this outfit:
How will this outfit get him killed? Let me count the ways...
First off- at this point everyone with even the tiniest shred of self- preservation is hiding the fact that they are in any way associated with the monarchy. The wealthy are straight-up abandoning mansions. The middle-class are plastering over decorations to make their house look 'poor'. The only people dressed remotely decent are the guys leading the National Convention and that's just because nobody can stop them. Everyone else is in 24/7 peasant cosplay or else they are covering themselves in cockades and sashes on to show they're pro-Republic.
Aziraphale is basically a giant shiny white sign saying I AM NOBILITY PLEASE KILL ME.
First off the lace jabot and lace cuffs are both associated with the old-school wealthy in the 1790's.
His coat is also decorated in gold braid and silver buttons, which are both marks of wealth and luxury.
He basically looks like he works for Louis XIV - not just rich, but old school rich.
We know it's his natural hair color, but hair powdering (with clay and starch) had been a big trend with the rich all throughout the 18th century to get that clean white venerable look . To someone who doesn't know it's natural, it would very much look like he's wearing hair powder.
He's wearing shades of cream and white, which are very hard to keep clean and clearly states that the wearer is rich and can afford the upkeep necessary to keep an outfit like that stain-free.
He's wearing white knee-breeches and stockings, also called culottes. See above about laundry and how rich you had to be to wear white, but also working-class men wore long pants like this:
A large faction involved in the Revolution were the Sans-Culottes (no-culottes aka we wear long pants LIKE GOOD OLD WORKING MEN). Culottes are specifically associated with everything the revolution hated. That's right - Aziraphale is literally wearing The Fanciest of Fancy Pants in a city where a group called The Men Against Fancy Pants are running around murdering people.
And then there are his shoes.
Oh god his shoes
I could do a whole post about Aziraphale's blessed little white satin pumps and how ridiculous they are.
Actually I might just do that because this is getting so long and I still have to talk about the brioche.
So I can't remember if it's in the script book or if it's from Neil Gaiman's tumblr, but it's apparently canon (?) that Aziraphale was going around in that outfit asking people where he could get crepes and brioche when he was arrested.
The Affair of the Brioches
So... uh... we've all heard the line attributed to Marie Antoinette- how when she was told that her people were starving because there was no bread left in Paris, she famously said...
It's morphed into 'let them eat cake', but the line is first recorded as, "Then let them eat brioches."
While it's unlikely she ever actually said it, the important thing is that... people in 1793 would have thought she said it. It was used as political smear to show how arrogant and out of touch the monarchy was. Marie Antoinette in particular was reviled by the people of France, who thought she was the main cause of their economic problems. That's why she was executed too.
Bread and brioche and the lines between poverty and privilege were a big thing in Revolutionary France. There was a lot of political connotation to what you ate. The French Revolution came about because of decades of suffering among the lower classes of France. It wasn't something that some dudes just decided to do. The people of Paris have been through years of the absolute worst, most oppressive poverty and starvation you can imagine, all while watching the rich throw money around crazy.
So let us recap.
Aziraphale is dressed so ridiculously posh that he looks like a joke parody of a nobleman... and he is bumbling around Paris during the Reign of Terror. Asking people. For brioche. How I imagine everyone looked at him:
It is so astoundingly tone deaf and tactless. He is basically cosplaying as Marie Antoinette and then going around asking the poor for cake.
I just.... Aziraphale. babygirl. no. oh no. You're lucky they even bothered to take you to prison. I am amazed Crowley ever let him live that down.
I have no conclusion other than this. Aziraphale is ridiculous and I love him so much.
YES YOU REALLY SHOULD SIR.
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movies | matt sturniolo
contents: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); boob sucking/nipple play (f receiving); semi-public; sub!matt
notes: hello my darlings!!! SUB MATT IS BACK!!! nothing much to tell about this one, it's super short and super simple, just jerking him off at the movies lmao. not proofread but hope you enjoy anyways! thank you for almost 1,7K i dont deserve all of this love, yall are just fantastic.
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when matt and i first started dating, the movie theater was our favorite place. it was dark, comfortable, and no one would disturb us. as we grew into our relationship, date nights were no longer a priority, but we both knew how much we missed it. the innocence, the butterflies in my stomach, the nervousness about holding his hand, the giggly kisses and the awkward confessions.
âare we really doing this again?â matt asked me with the biggest smile on his face, adjusting his sweater. i nodded, glad that i was able to convince him to go out.
âwe want⌠whateverâs nextâ he said to the cashier as he interlocked his fingers with mine, raising his free hand to his pockets, looking for his wallet. âyeah, this oneâ he nodded and grabbed the tickets, leading us to our assigned seats.
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i didnât know how long it had been since the movie started. i would often lose myself on mattâs blue eyes, his skin reflecting the red colors of the big screen, his poorly done beard emphasizing his sharp features. i couldnât resist placing a few kisses on his jaw, receiving chuckles and a squeeze on my hand, almost as if he was warning me to behave because he was actually interested in whatever we were watching.Â
until the scenery changed. the lights turned warmer, the music slower and suddenly it was hard to breathe. i felt my chest raising on its own as the sensual atmosphere took over the room, mattâs grip on my hands tightening, silently asking me to take my eyes off of him and pay attention to the erotic scene in front of me.Â
we didnât expect such an explicit act. the actress had removed her bra, flashing her bare breasts to the few people at the movie theater. mattâs mouth fell open in surprise and i audibly gasped, quickly raising my palm to cover my sudden noise.
both of us turned our heads to each other, widening our eyes as we tried to hold back our laughs. âi promise iâm not lookingâ matt joked, pretending to block his view.
âyou can lookâ i giggled, adjusting myself on the chair and getting closer to matt, letting my hand rest on his thigh. âi know how much you like boobsâ
âwellâ he stopped for a second. âyouâre right, but iâd rather look at yoursâ matt checked me out from head to toe, a grin appearing on his face as if i was the sexiest thing heâd ever seen.
i decided to be bold. my free hand moved to the hem of my sweater, pulling the cloth upwards and revealing just a bit of skin - enough to get him excited. i mentally thanked him for always choosing the back row, giving us privacy to our heated makeout sessions back then.
âplease?â matt whispered, his digits reaching for my exposed tummy. âwanna see your boobs, pleaseâ.Â
it was definitely risky, but i couldnât resist his pleading blue eyes, the way his top teeth bit his bottom lip, how his fingers caressed my belly. what seemed like nothing to others was already too much for us, along with the adrenaline of doing the same silly things we did years ago as teenagers in love. i had blew him at that same seat several times, but it was different now. as if we werenât supposed to be acting that way. and it felt too fucking good to ignore.
i finally gave in, pulling my sweater and revealing my breasts. i wasnât wearing a bra, making this way easier for matt, who immediately shoved his face in between them, muffling a âthank youâ i was only able to hear because it was a habit. he would always thank me for anything i gave, even my boobs.Â
his beard tickled my skin as he moved downwards, resting his cheek just above my left tit. he wasnât going to speak, too busy sticking his tongue out to tease my nipple before latching his lips around it. matt sucked so hard i left out a sigh, bringing my fingers to his hair, caressing his brown locks as i whispered how much of a good boy he was, which certainly didnât help his impatient self. matt squirmed around on his chair, trying to get comfortable and ignore the growing tent inside his pants.
âneed help, baby?â i asked, brushing my digits over his boner. matt nodded desperately, not letting go of boobs until i wrapped my knuckles around his covered length, making him gasp from the sudden contact. âwhatâs got you like that, hm? was it the movie or me?â
âyouâ he said, hiding his face on the crook of my neck. âalways youâ.
âsuch a good boy for meâ i praised, receiving a muffled whine in response.  ânuh uh, keep it down. you donât want them to hear us, do you?â matt denied with his head, jointing his hips forward, silently asking for me to actually jerk him off. i knew it had hit him too. the nostalgia, the excitement, the risk of doing something we shouldnât.Â
matt dragged his lips across my chest as i finally got a grip of his cock, placing my hand inside his pants and slowly pumping his shaft. he placed his tongue on my nipple once again, sucking it at the same pace i would stroke him. with long minutes of a lazy and steady handjob, matt was far gone â he couldnât care less about the movie, frantically chasing for his orgasm.
i could feel his chest panting as i heard the heavy sighs coming from the back of his throat. matt was trying so hard to stay quiet and yet, he failed, letting out a cracked moan when i brought my thumb to his leaking tip, rubbing his slit as i tightened the grip on his throbbing cock.
âcumâ he whispered to me, not opening his eyes. i pretended i didnât hear it, my eyes glued to the big screen in front of me. âplease, wanâ cumâ matt spoke again, replacing the lips on my boobs with his hands, massaging my flesh.
he wasnât getting what he wanted â my attention and permission. âprincess, pleaseâ he pleaded, now covering my neck in kisses as he mimicked on my nipples the same movements i did on his slit. i savored the moment for a bit, hanging my mouth open as his kisses turned into love bites.
âhold itâ i said, loosening my fist. matt whined at the loss of contact, throwing his head back in frustration. âyou look so pathetic, babyâ i cooed, running my fingers through his hair before cupping his cheeks. he looked so, so fucked out. âsuch a needy boy, arenât you?â
ânoâ he pouted, blue eyes covered in desperation. âiâm good, i promise iâm your good boy!â matt said, moving his hips upwards, trying to get some relief to his aching cock.
âyouâre gonna have to wait until a really loud scene comes upâ i told him. âwe donât want anyone to hear this good boy cumming all over himself hm?â i asked with faux sympathy, feeling his length twitching against my hand. he wasnât gonna be able to hold much longer.
âboobsâ matt practically begged. âi will keep my mouth on them and i wonât make any noisesâ he said, more to himself than to me.
âyeah? you wanna cum sucking my boobs?â i teased matt, who vigorously nodded while adjusting himself one last time. he spread his legs open, waiting for my cue. âgo aheadâ i encouraged him and he immediately latched his lips around my nipple again, muffling his needy sounds as i jerked him off, my fingers pumping his swollen length rapidly enough for matt to cum seconds later.
mattâs whines turned to whimpers as he reached his high, releasing the sticky spurt over my hand. i couldnât see it, but i knew the inside of his pants looked like a mess. he panted heavily as he slowly came back from his orgasm, thighs still trembling after holding it for so long.
i kissed the top of his head as i finally removed my palm from him, raising it near my mouth and licking his cum. âdonât do this to meâ he said as he watched me, pulling my sweater down. âiâm gonna get hard againâ
âgood thing we have the whole movie leftâ i smirked before sealing our lips together in a passionate, hungry kiss.Â
after all these years, we were still the same kids who started dating at the back row of the movie theater.
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heyy idk if this is where we put requests but by any chance could you do the mha boys reacting to you putting on the pheromone perfume and you smelling hella good possibly resulting in something freaky ( denki, shinsou or bakugo) or anyone is fineđđž
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I love this idea! I did twist this a bit, itâs basically the love potion âamortentia,â from Harry Potter but as a perfume. Why the fuck itâs so hard for me to shorten things down when I write, I have no damn idea. So here, have this. (.ăĽâĄďšâĄ)ăĽ.
All characters aged up/18+. Ⲡ̽ â FEM READER Ě˝ ââł
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Between the â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ symbols are memories of reader and whichever character!
Thank you @pastelbakugou for helping me figure what to write for Shinsou. ( Ë ÂłË(âĄâżâĄËś)
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The sickly sweet scent of vanilla ice cream infused with honey is what overwhelms Katsukiâs senses first when he leans in and hugs you in greeting. You squeeze him back just as affectionately and heâs in the middle of nosing at your throat when heâs hurtled back in time through his memories.
â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ
âJesus fuckinâ Christ,â Katsuki mutters hotly. Heâs trying, key word trying, to wipe the sweat covering his phone screen onto his tank top but it fails miserably, seeing as how his shirt is soaked fucking through. Heâs more or less just smearing it around and heâs debating on just obliterating the useless piece of shit phone.
He curses whoever the fuck is up there and uses sheer willpower not to tear his hair out from the roots because of this scorching heat wave.
Finally, heâs able to read his latest message from you. It tells him to meet you at the ice cream stand nearby his patrol route on his next break.
Katsuki wipes the back of his forehead with a glove free hand, but it slides right across his sticky skin and then sweat drips into his other eye with a harsh sting and goddammit, heâs royally fucking pissed off now.
For your sake, he swallows his swelling rage and makes his way to you swiftly. The two of you have tried to make it a habit to meet a couple times a week when Katsuki has time during his shifts, he gets so busy that sometimes it gets hard to see each other as often as youâd like.
As always, his heart stutters when he lands a few feet from you. The tension drains from his shoulders even as he witnesses drops of sweat being flung off his jaw from the impact of landing and coloring the light gray pavement darker.
You look so, so pretty in your sundress and Katsukiâs stomach swoops when a sweet smile lights up your features. You reach out a cup of ice cream for him to try, teasing him for looking like heâs just taken a shower but he sticks his tongue out at you in retaliation and takes a bite of the treat. Katsuki practically moans when cool cream melts on his tongue. He feels infinitely better.
The sun beats down harshly on you both, but it brightens your eyes and the playful way you blow a coy kiss at him when you part ways leaves him with fingers crunching the empty cup and pants that fit a bit too snug. God, heâs disgustingly in love with you.
â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ
âKat?â Your concerned tone brings him back to the present. Katsuki canât stand another minute with your clothes on and hauls you up with a rough grip to the backs of your thighs. You yelp in surprise and scramble to hold onto his shoulders as he strides towards your bedroom.
âI donât know what the hell you did to smell this way, but youâre gonna keep your eyes on me and Iâm fuckinâ you until you pass out. Understood?â
How could you ever hope to say no?
When youâre both naked and tangled in the sheets, Katsuki pushes one of your legs to your chest, curls his fingers around your throat, and pushes his forehead against yours as he stretches your tight pussy out completely with his thick cock. He stays true to his word, hand gripping your jaw and forcing your eyes to stay locked with his own ferocious stare when you grit your teeth and cum.
Then he kisses your forehead afterwards when youâre fast asleep.
Muscle memory tilts Shoutoâs head to the side as he leans closer to sniff you curiously, an adorable habit that heâs never been able to break when he wants answers to something.
âWhat is that?â
âWhat is what, Sho?â
âYou smell like the end of a campfire. Why?â
You raise an eyebrow and saunter closer to where he sits at his desk, his office quiet with most heroes currently out of the building. You step around the corner of his desk and hop up on the edge to sit next him, feet kicking gently.
âThatâs important to you? A campfire? Huh I wouldâve thought youâd smell something like soba,â you comment with a shrug, half smile tugging at your lips.
Now Shoutoâs thoroughly confused.
âI donât understand. Why would you smell of soba? Are you alright?â Shouto sounds as deadpan as usual, if not slightly concerned. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair, staring at you as if he could find the answer by checking out your body. It makes you laugh.
Animatedly, you explain to him about the new âperfume,â Mina let you try. Apparently, whoever wears it prompts the object of their affections to smell whatever scent is important/attractive to them. And suddenly Shouto gets it
âOh, I see,â he says with an understanding nod. He can narrow it down specifically as to why you smell of a campfire on a cold night.
â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ
âSho, are you sure we canât just use your quirk to roast these marshmallows? Itâs so much faster!â You protest halfheartedly, but youâre already stabbing one of the fluffy sweets with a stick, assembling a second one for Shouto.
âNo. This will be more fun, I promise. I watched Touya-nii and the others do this once, it seemed as if they were very happy afterwards.â Shouto flicks his hand and fire shoots towards the pile of sticks, engulfing them until a decent fire roars.
This sobers you considerably, and Shouto sits down next to you, accepting the offering of marshmallow on a stick happily and oblivious to the depressing sentiment he just offered.
So, you roast marshmallows. You tease each other and laugh as you assemble the sâmores and then lean into Shoutoâs left side to fend off the chill of the autumn night afterwards. The stars are brighter away from the city and Shouto has always enjoyed the quiet of the countryside. His heart is close to bursting from his chest every time you laugh and he blurts whatâs on his mind.
âI love you.â
It comes out of nowhere and Shouto only feels nervous for a few seconds before you return his feelings. Shoutoâs dragging you into the tent before you can blink.
â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ
In hindsight, at least to Shouto, he understands exactly why you smell like a campfire. With slightly rosy cheeks and a matter of fact tone, he recounts the memory for you and heâs sure his hairâs about to catch fire from the way youâre looking at him.
Without caring to lock the door, the two of you end up reliving part of that memory.
Shouto pushes you until youâre flat on your back on his desk, sliding your pants off and making sure your ass is on the edge of it. He drops to his knees and eats your pussy until your thighs squeeze his head.
And when you beg him to fuck you, he bends you over the desk and presses his cock inside you roughly. The snaps of his hips are frantic, and when thereâs a knock at the door, all Shouto does is cover your mouth with one hand and keep going until youâre seeing stars.
âDenki!â
Said blonde whips around at the muffled call of his name. Denki feels his smile aching in the apples of his cheeks as he watches you weave through the crowd of people on the dance floor to get to him. You grin in return and wave warmly, which makes his pulse run overtime.
âBaby!â Denki almost squeals, yanking you in for a crushing hug when you get close enough. âYou made it! I thought you got lost,â he says teasingly against your ear and you lean back to laugh and punch him in the arm. You crowd into his space once again so he can hear you but an overpowering and delicious scent of coffee and rain pushes up Denkiâs nose.
He startles, head jerking back and brows shooting up. Your expression turns questioning but Denki cuts you off before you can speak.
âHoly shit baby, you smell super good. Like, fucking amazing! What are you wearing? It makes me want to rip your clothes off,â He says enthusiastically, tangling your hands together in the process.
âOh! Itâs this new perfume. Well, technically itâs not a perfume but honestly I didnât think it would work! I assumed it was a scam.â You give him a run down of how itâs supposed to work and he suddenly comes to the realization of why you smell like coffee and rain of all things that could be important to him.
â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ
âOww,â Denki whines, sticking his tongue out and fanning it quickly.
âDid you burn your tongue?â You bump his shoulder playfully, taking care not to spill your own coffee. âI told you it would be hot, itâs a latte Denki,â you scold him good naturedly, trying not to laugh. He pouts at you, blowing into the lid in hopes to cool it off.
âWell I didnât expect it to be the surface temperature of the sun!â Denki protests, gingerly taking another sip and humming in contentment when he finds itâs cooled off enough to be drinkable. You laugh again, but then Denki almost runs into your back when you stop abruptly in front of the glass door exit.
âItâs raining! Shit, I didnât bring an umbrella. How are we supposed to make it back to the station?â
Denki studies the way itâs pouring cats and dogs, before making a noise of triumph and pointing to a bench under an awning not too far away.
âWe can go wait for a bus over there!â
You side eye him. âFine, but if I spill my coffee, youâre buying me a new one.â
The two of you take off, and in true Denki fashion, he trips and spills his coffee everywhere. By the time you both make it to the awning, youâre both soaked to the bone and breathless from laughing.
âHere,â you offer Denki your coffee with a grin, water dripping from the ends of your hair.
âYou donât have to share baby, Iâm fine.â
âYeah, yeah I do. I love you, Denki.â
Your boyfriend short circuits.
âDammit Denki! Those were the only two lampposts on this street, now I canât see anything!â
â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ
Denki blinks the memory away and spins you, pulling your back flush to his chest. His body is a long, lean line of muscle as he moves your bodies to the beat and murmurs in your ear.
âLet me take you home and show you just how well this perfume works on me, my dick is hard as a fucking rock baby,â Denki giggles, squeezing your hips when you shove your ass back into his pelvis.
The two of you abandon your friends quick enough to race home, stripping carelessly in your living room until Denki can bend you over the armrest of the couch. He guides his cock inside you unhurriedly, pushing until his pelvis is nestled snug to your ass.
A breathy moan escapes him, and then heâs fucking your pussy as if he could never get enough.
He never will.
Hitoshiâs exhausted when he gets home from work late that night. Being an underground hero is rewarding, but it certainly comes with its downfalls.
He closes the front door delicately and toes off his shoes by the door. It doesnât take long for him to make his way down the hall and into your bedroom, a tiny half smile worming its way into his expression despite his bone aching weariness when he spots you sound asleep in bed. He pauses to stare at you for a moment.
Hitoshi then showers as fast as humanly possible before crawling under the blankets and curling an arm around your waist, tugging you close until he can nose at the back of your neck. You sigh in your sleep and smuggle closer into his embrace.
Hitoshi trails his nose down the side of your neck and he freezes once he gets to your shoulder. You smellâŚ.good. Insanely fucking good, and he canât quite pinpoint the specific scent but itâs soft and warm and maybe even a little musky. It sends warm blood rushing south and his cock twitches with interest.
He wracks his brain and the only thing he can associate with the scent is your cat, Kiko, when she was a kitten and you first brought her home.
â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ
Hitoshiâs in the middle of playing a game when you return home that day, calling out for him to come to the living room for a second.
âWhy?â He yells back. Heâs just about to finish this round.
âJust come out here you dick!â
Hitoshi rolls his eyes, but is amused nonetheless by your slightly frustrated tone. He pauses his game and makes his way to where you wait, but stops in his tracks, lips parting in shock and eyes going wide when he sees what youâre holding.
Youâre cradling an itty bitty, all black, fluff ball of a kitten in your arms. You grin delightedly at his shocked expression and hold her out almost as if youâre offering her to him.
âYou wanted a kitten right? An all black one, like the one you had as a kid at Aizawaâs.â
Hitoshi manages to close his mouth and nod, cautiously reaching out to take the small creature and cradle her to his chest.
HeâŚcanât believe you remembered. You remembered how much his cat had meant to him and went out of your way to find this kitten.
âThank you,â he says softly, petting the purring kittenâs head with one finger. You step closer and do the same, scratching under her chin until she meows.
âWhat should we name her?â
âKiko,â Hitoshi responds with no hesitation, glancing at you for approval and you smile back at him.
âI love it.â
â・ ďž âď¸ď˝Ąâ・ ďž âž ďž ď˝Ąâ
Hitoshi blinks back to the present, the fond memory lingering at the edges of his mind. He remembers how his heart squeezed against his rib cage in the best kind of way that day and how he knew then he wanted to marry you.
âBaby,â Hitoshi whispers lowly as he kisses your cheek. You stir enough to lazily flip over and hum in question. âI love you, so much.â
âMm, love you too Hitoshi,â you mumble, sleepy rasp coloring your voice.
Hitoshi bends down to kiss you sweetly, encouraging you to throw a leg over his hips and straddle his waist. He settles you on top of him and wiggles a hand between you to shove his briefs down, cock stiff since he first smelled you, and slides your panties to the side.
Your limbs are still laced and heavy with sleep when Hitoshi helps you sink down on his cock. You melt into his chest, face buried in his throat and arms locked around his neck.
He bends his knees and grips your ass to help you sensually ride him, rocking up into you at a leisurely pace until the warmth finally bubbles over the edge and you cum with a shiver and he follows right behind you.
When he asks you about it the next day, it all clicks into place when you give him the watered down version of how the âperfumeâ works.
He hums noncommittally before asking you to wear it again.
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Be Mean To Me
Pairing: Bucky x f!reader
Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivionÂ
Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female
Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut
A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut
You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didnât even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.
It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.
You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.
âHey, sugar. Iâve been missing you all day. Youâll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- Whatâs wrong?â He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever youâre around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.
âLong day, baby. Just wanna be with you.â He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.
âWhat can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.âÂ
âPlease, be mean to me, Bucky.â Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he canât. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.
âHow mean do you want me, sugar?â Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. Itâs in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.
âMean.â You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.
âRemember your colors, sugar?â You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. âRemember, daddy will only be upset with you if you donât use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.â His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.
âYes, daddy.â And just like that, Buckyâs entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle.Â
âThen take your clothes off, slut.â He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed.Â
âOn your knees.â Heâs still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.
On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. Itâs in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.
âWhat? You think at the first signs of some tits Iâm gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didnât realize just how thick you were.â Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.
He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Buckyâs right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek.Â
His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than itâs supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. âDid daddy say you could suck his cock?â He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. âThen keep your slutty mouth shut.â
He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. âHands behind your back, and suck on daddyâs balls.â You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.
âOh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take âem both in your dirty mouth.â He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.
With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. âSuch a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddyâs nuts, shit.â He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.
Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. âWhat a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.â He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.
He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse âgreen,â giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. âSuch a perfect fucking mouth, shit.â He stops you from bobbing your head, âStop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.â You're sure youâre leaking onto the floor at this point.
You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; heâs not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw.Â
The only sounds filling the room are Buckyâs ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you donât swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue.Â
This isnât what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what youâre up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, âDonât make me punish you, bitch.â At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.
He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. âYou disobedient little-â he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. âIs that what I think it is?â You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering.Â
With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. âWhat a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.â He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, âLick it the fuck up, bitch,â before pushing you to the ground.Â
Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. âMessy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isnât it, slut?â He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. âDaddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.â You donât respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.
No matter how hard he tries, Bucky canât hide his devotion to you, thatâs why he doesnât let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing heâs gone too far. âColor, sugar.â Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.
âGreen, daddy, so green.â The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.
âGood girl, you want to keep going the way we were?â Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.
âYes please, daddy, want you to be mean.â You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.
Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isnât soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. âOne.â The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. âTwo.â He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.
He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after youâve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. âShit! Seven, daddy.â Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.
âThese last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.â Even with his warning, you arenât prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. âDonât run away from me, you know better.â All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core.Â
You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Buckyâs hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. âThatâs it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.â You canât breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Buckyâs moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust youâre sure heâs hitting your cervix.
The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. âDaddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!â You donât know what youâre begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.
Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. âFuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddyâs cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.â Heâs in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.
âDaddy! I canât, f-fuck, please, too much!â Youâre fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.
âYou can and you will take this dick, bitch. I donât care if it makes you fucking bleed.â The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Buckyâs hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.
Keening and wailing, you squirt on Buckyâs cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. âFuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.âÂ
The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. âYouâre so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?â Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you donât usually do anal, given how big he is, but you canât think straight, especially after cumming so hard.
âYes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.â Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.
His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. âYou gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else Iâll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isnât it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.âÂ
He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, âShhhh, stop being so dramatic.âÂ
After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. âWhat the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.â
Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasnât thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.
You didnât want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, âYellow, daddy, yellow.â The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend.Â
âGood girl, daddyâs so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, itâs okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.â Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didnât want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until youâre ready or decide to stop.
You donât know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. âGreen, daddy. Iâm ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.â Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.
He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. âDaddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!â You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.
He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. âThis fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!â He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, âShow daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.â
You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Buckyâs movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.
Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, âLook at that, give me that ass, yes! Donât you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!â He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldnât help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good.Â
âM Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?â Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.
âNot until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.â It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. âOh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Iâm gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, Iâm splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddyâs gonna fill you up, have you leaking.â
His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, âShiiit, daddyâs gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.â Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Buckyâs hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms.Â
As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. âYou were so good for me, sugar. Iâm so proud of you.â At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.
Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that youâre crying isnât because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.
Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, âSuch a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Canât even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. Iâm right here.â
Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. âI gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, Iâll be right here when youâre done.â You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.
Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still arenât close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Buckyâs consuming presence, you canât seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Buckyâs arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.
âSweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.â You can hear the concern in Buckyâs voice, but you canât bring yourself to move away. Heâs your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. âSweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know youâre okay.â You donât know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.
Buckyâs entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesnât know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didnât want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didnât want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. âSweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.â
Even though you didnât want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. âIâm okay. Just love you so much.â You could feel Bucky relax under you.
âYou sure, sweets? Iâve never seen you like this before.â While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.
Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. âI promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.â Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didnât know was possible.Â
Before the water gets cold youâve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you take turns kissing each other all over.
Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.
 The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you donât have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you donât care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said.Â
You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.
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well kept [2] r. cameron
[warnings] dark!ceo!rafe x reader, size difference, billionaire!older!rafe, shy!reader with low self-esteem, reader is a person who stutters, boss x personal assistant, heavy abuse of power, emotional/mental manipulation, NONCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+
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In which you officially enter into a world of high stakes and intense demands.
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Your fingers traced the smooth edge of the new work bag that sat on your desk, a pristine luxury item whose brand you didnât immediately recognize. It was medium-sized, big enough to fit your brand-new laptop, and an off-white color with pebble-textured leather.Â
âWow, you clean up nice,â came a voice from behind you. You turned to find Eleanor approaching, coffee in hand.
Instinctively, you pulled down your skirt as she looked you over. You were effortlessly polished, for sure. You usually only get your hair professionally done for special occasions, opting for simple protective styles you could do yourself. However, you had to admit you felt pretty with your hair in a neat, braided rose that reached down to your lower back.Â
The clothes only amplified this unfamiliar sensation. After trying on eight outfits the previous night, you had settled on a cherry-red cropped blazer and a matching pleated skirt. Youâd chosen the shortest heels Rafe had sentâa pair of white kitten heels adorned with gold bows. Your makeup, subtly applied, complemented the overall look.
Eleanor set her things down, straightened, and placed a hand on her slender hips. âTake your bag,â she said. âIâll show you where Rafe expects you to work.â
âI thought that was my desk.â
âHeâll tell you where you need to be and when you need to be there.â
Her answer was simple enough.Â
You entered the luxurious space that Rafe called an office once again. Even when he wasnât in the room, you were intimidated by it, âHe had this brought in for you,â Facing the wall on the side of the room that held Rafeâs desk, in the corner, was a simple mahogany desk. The miniature version of Rafeâs desk. A cushioned stool was placed underneath and on top were a notebook, a cup of pens, and a small lamp, âThis is where heâll expect you most mornings. Youâre to review his calendar before he arrives, memorize it, and youâll brief him on the day when he walks in.â
âIâm ssss-supposed to be in here with him âŚall day? What if I, you know, need you?â
âIâm right down the hallway, or you can email me.â
Eleanor spent the next thirty minutes showing you their emailing system and how to access Rafeâs calendar. She even shared a large cheat sheet sheâd made with all of Rafeâs preferred restaurants, coffee shops, hotels, and the names and numbers of his home staff.
When she left you alone, you looked around the room. The view of the office from your corner was daunting. However, your heart had been beating too fast ever since you met Rafe.Â
You turned your attention back to the calendar system. It was sleek and well-organized, and luckily, it was straightforward enough to navigate. You took note of his key meetings for the day and repeated them over in your head. You wrote down some notes in case your mind drew a blank. It was your first day, and heâd give you some grace, right?Â
You needed to be able to anticipate these needs, but all you knew about Rafe Cameron was that he was complex and demanding.Â
The sound of footsteps in the corridor drew your attention, and hurriedly, you glanced down at your note sheet again. Standing from your seat, you smoothed out your skirt, and with your notes in hand, you folded your palms in front of you.Â
Unconsciously, as he pushed open the doors, you sucked air into your lungs. You held your breath until his eyes met with yours. In comparison to when you first met him, he was dressed down. He wore a short-sleeve black polo black dress pants, black leather penny loafers on his feet and a briefcase in hand. His face was stoic as he looked you over and let the doors close behind him. As big as they were, they were practically silent went they closed, adding to the ominous feeling in the room.Â
You smiled, or tried to, âGood morning, Mr. Cameron, Iâmââ
âI want you right here,â He interrupted, pointing down at the floor a foot before him. You stepped forward, hoping you wouldnât trip like you had while practicing walking in them. Despite how he towered over you when you were this close, you made yourself comfortable there, âYouâll be right there every day when I walk in. Try again.â
âGood morning, Mr. Cameron-â
âI prefer Sir.â
Try again. Unfortunately, you were pretty used to being interrupted and forced to stop and start your sentences. âGood morning, Sir.â You were smiling as much as you could, but your throat hurt like your body wanted to cry. âToday, youâll sss-start with three sss-separate online conferences with potential investors: Mr. Daniel, Mrs. Hunt, and Mr. Rivera. After lunch, youâll have your weekly group meetings with department heads. Youâll start with Finance at one oâclock, Legal at two, and Design and Architecture at three. Your meeting with Property Management at four oâclock was canceled but rescheduled for Wednesday. For the rest of the day, you will be free to catch up with emails and ssss-submit the âŚ. sss-ssss-strategic plan report youâve been working on.â
He nodded once throughout your briefing, his face remaining impassive. You thought he might cringe at your mistakes, but he didnât. You couldnât help but feel like a strange choice for this job. Why would someone like him want to listen to you?Â
âGood,â he confirmed, and you were relieved only for a moment. You were okay until he started to look you over, âTurn around.â
You werenât sure why you looked in his eyes to see if he was being serious. Of course, he was being serious. Awkwardly, you face away from him until he adds, âIn a circle, please.â
You felt your cheeks heat up from embarrassment before you faced him again.Â
âI have a question,â You said.
âYeah?â
âAbout the clothes. I âŚI didnât know if it w-would be okay to return ssss-ssss-some of them. I just, thereâs sss-so many.â
âAnd?â Rafe pressed, his brow furrowed.Â
âI-I donât have that much room for them.â
âHmm,â He thought briefly, âHowâs this? You take a picture of yourself in each outfit and then email them to me, and Iâll decide which ones I want you to wear. But everything red can stay. I like the red.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but he brushed past you and returned to his desk. Unsure whether you were supposed to move or stay put, you waited in place.Â
âIâll take a coffee. Black. Thanks.â
Eager to escape the room and not feel the weight of his gaze, you hurried out of the doors. Panicked, you approached Eleanorâs desk, waving your hands to get her attention. She was on the phone, but you mouthed âCoffee.â Acting as your life vest, she pointed you toward one of the many doors that lined the wall across from the reception area.Â
Inside, you expected to find a normal breakroom, but the roomâs decoration reminded you more of a lounge. Black coffee should be easy enough, but your hands shook slightly as you worked the modern, sleek coffee maker. After you prepared the coffee, you took a breath, and made your way back to his office. You kept yourself as composed as possible, and he glanced up at you briefly as you entered. You set it carefully on the coaster near his computer.Â
He didnât directly look at you or the coffee; you took that as your sign to retreat to your desk.Â
You sat quietly as he attended all three of his virtual meetings. Inevitably, you started to listen. Sometimes, youâd tune in, wanting to learn something, but you gave up a few times after realizing how complex things were.Â
When he finished all his meetings, he spoke up, âWhat are the arrangements for lunch?âÂ
âLunch âŚâ You echoed, thinking about the calendar you recognize, âIs there sss-something sss-specific youâre in the mood for, sir?â
âOn Mondays, I have lunch with my COO and CFO. We have standing reservations at several restaurants. Youâll need to pick one, call, and make sure everyone knows the plans.âÂ
âOkay,â You nodded, âYes, sir.â
Was that on the cheat sheet? Had you missed that? After scrolling a few times, you will find the list of restaurants and senior team members.Â
You called The Prime, an upscale steakhouse, for Rafe and his senior team, ensuring every detail was perfectly arranged. When it was time to leave, you stood to bid Rafe goodbye, only to be told you were expected to join him. Quickly gathering your things, you followed him down the elevator to the parking garage. Eleanor gave you an encouraging thumbs up and smile as you passed her.
You mustâve looked frightened.Â
Rafeâs choice of vehicle, a massive black truck with gleaming rims and immaculate leather seat, wasnât a surprise, but his courteous gesture was. He opened the door for you and gently placed a hand on your hip to steady you as you navigated the high step into the truck.
âTh-Thank you,â You spoke, your voice small before he closed the door.Â
As you sat during the ride, you felt your thighs were too exposed. You crossed your legs, trying to alleviate that feeling, but it proved useless, âYouâll get used to it,â Rafeâs voice snapped you out of being consumed by your thoughts. You hadnât realized he was even paying attention to you.Â
Hesitantly, your eyes roamed over him. His shirt's short sleeves did little to conceal the strength in his arms and the defined lines of his chest.Â
âYou have a boyfriend?â He asked, his tone relaxed. He wasnât allowed to ask that, but you recalled the words he had used with you the week prior. Would you fuck him? Heâd already crossed a line. You needed to get used to his brashness, âA girlfriend?â He continued.Â
âI-I-I,â Breathe in, slowly release, âI donât.â
âHave you ever had one?â
The underlying implication of his words made you defensive, and you crossed your arms, âHave you, Sir?â
He let our a short laugh, âYou just seem a little uptight,â Your lips parted and eyes widened.
âWhat-â
âI havenât dated anyone seriously in a while. But you donât need to date someone seriously to get what you need from them. I guess Iâm just wondering if you have someone who . . . relieves your stress.â
âI really, really donât want to answer that,â You spoke slowly.Â
âRelax, weâre just talking. Is this going to be a problem? Iâm just trying to get to know my newest employee.â
It felt like a mind game. He wasnât like anyone youâd ever met beforeâevery word, every glance from him seemed designed to put you on edge, to make you second-guess yourself.Â
âNo, sir,â You replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
âAre you a virgin, Y/N?â He asked suddenly as if heâd had some brilliant revelation.
âN-No,â You stuttered, lying through your teeth, âIâm not.â
He made a âhmmâ sound as he glanced at you, âOf course youâre not. Forgive me; I shouldnât jump to conclusions.â
You understood quickly he wasnât actually looking for your forgiveness. He was testing you, pushing boundaries just to see how youâd react.Â
When you arrived, Rafe pulled up to the valet stand, and a nicely dressed attendant quickly came over to open your door. You managed to step out with as much grace as you could muster, feeling the weight of Rafeâs eyes on you as you did. He was out of the truck in a heartbeat, striding around to join you, his hand again guiding you with that firm touch on your lower back. It was possessive, a silent declaration that you belonged to him, at least for the duration of this lunch.
The restaurant's setting was sophisticated and private, and you reached the table reserved for your group. The two of you were last to arrive, which meant all eyes fell on you as Rafe pulled out a chair for you right next to his seat. Two men were at the table, and you were taken aback by the fact that they were as young as Rafe.Â
âGuys, this is Y/N,â Rafe gestured to you, making himself comfortable, âY/N, meet Topper Thornton and Kelce Adams.â
You managed to speak to them, though your words stumbled slightly. They eyed you the same way Rafe often did, like prey. You could almost imagine your name listed on the menu in front of them. But Rafe, with a swift shift in conversation, cut off their questions, his tone a clear warning. When you took a bit too long to decide on your meal, Rafe didnât hesitate. He ordered for you the moment the waiter arrived, a subtle reminder of the control he held over every aspect of your life, even what you ate.
You couldnât help but notice that Topper shared Eleanorâs last name. Were they married? Siblings? The thought lingered as you made a mental note to ask her later. Without another word, you pulled out your notebook, ready to take notes for the meeting.
Something in his last meeting had angered him. When he returned to his office, you watched him cross the room; your mouth wanted to form the words to ask, âWhatâs wrong?â but your lips pressed into a thin line instead.Â
As he settled in his desk, you pretended to be engrossed in your notes, hoping to avoid his attention. Ignoring the cold air in the room and the dark cloud hovering above him grew impossible. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and tapped at the surface of his desk. Was it anxiety he was feeling?Â
âCome here, Y/N?â
Startled, you dropped your pen on the floor, the sound making him fully turn his head towards you. Awkwardly, you picked it up and set it down on your desk. You fixed your skirt as you crossed the distance between his desk and yours to keep it from riding up.Â
âYes, sss-sir?âÂ
His eyes were dark as he spun his chair to face you, âTell me,â He began, âWhat do you think you did wrong today?â
Your mind raced. Did you do something wrong that you hadnât realized? There were plenty of mistakes, but it was only your first day and youâd been completely thrown out of your comfort zone.Â
âIâm not ssss-sssure, sss-sir,â Your voice was barely above a whisper, a grimace on your face as you tried to force out the words.Â
âNot sure?â He echoed.Â
âI shouldâve know t-t-to âŚâ You pushed through that âstuckâ feeling, âMake your lunch reservations.â
âThatâs one.â
âUhm,â Your voice trailed off as your bottom lip shook. You felt like a child being scolded. Why did you keep freezing? Why did you let him speak to you that way? âI-I-I-I-IâŚâ
âDoes it hurt, you know, when it gets that bad?â Rafe leaned back in his chair, his arms folded against his chest, now looking at you with curiosity and frustration.
You shook your head because it was all you could manage.
âYou canât think of anything else, huh?â
âIâm sss-sss-sorry,â As a tear fell from your eye, he stood from his chair.Â
He shushed you, grabbing ahold of the top of your arms, âYou know I could have chose anyone for this job?â
You nodded.Â
âBut I chose you,â You nodded again, âI do love to see you apologize, sweetheart, but you have to know what youâre apologizing for.â
âIâm sss-sssory,â You couldnât help the apology that tumbled out again, âFff-for not knowing.â
âThere you go, yeah, thatâs better,â He pulled you closer, and you felt his hand brush the strands of your hair over your shoulder, keeping it from your face, âI told you this would be a mutually beneficial relationship. You need money, someone to care take care of you⌠I need ... I need you. When youâre with me, youâre mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?â
You nodded, feeling like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. He dominated the space, his presence suffocating, and the fear of displeasing him made your breath catch in your throat. The boundaries between you blurred even further, leaving you more trapped than ever.
âGood girl,â one of his hands wrapped around the side of your neck. His gaze pierced into yours, his mind racing behind them, and he sighed as he mentally concluded, âI canât punish you just yet.â
âPunish?â You asked in a whisper, his face moving in closer.Â
âYou gotta learn somehow, right?â
Your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips, panicked. Nothing could have prepared you for him smashing his lips against yours. One hand was on your neck, and the other wrapped behind you, pulling you into him. Even as his kiss overwhelmed you, your mind couldnât let go of the word he had just usedâpunish.
âI have to fuck you. I have to,â He growled between kisses.Â
Your hands pushed at his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall, âPlease, Rafe,â You tried to say. Part of you thought using his real name would snap him from his trance, but he groaned into your mouth.Â
Youâd never been kissed like this; no one had ever explored you with their tongue, and part of your mind seemed to rejoice. The other part, the rational one, told you to escape. You started to use your strength to pull from him as you stepped backward, but that only made him grip you harder.Â
You yelped, and when Rafe opened his eyes again, he smiled. Whatever weighed heavy on his mind before had clearly been relieved by the game he was trying to play. You stumbled back when he let you go, almost falling on your behind, âGo on,â He said with a smirk, âJust makes it more fun for me.â
Of all the games, you liked this one the least. You turned to flee, but before you could reach the door, he lifted you off the ground. You screamed, and the next thing you knew, you were being thrown onto the couch. Rafe pinned you down easily, his weight crushing you as he reached for your legs. You shut your thighs tightly, and his glare felt like a knife in your side.
âDo not!â He exploded, and you whimpered, âHey, hey, sweetheart, I donât want you to ever close your legs to me.âÂ
âRafe, please ⌠please d-donât,â Someone would hear. Eleanor would hear, wouldnât she? Sheâd stop him before he went too far.Â
âGod, Iâd beat your fucking ass if I didnât need to be inside of you right now,â He growled, prying your legs apart and tearing away your underwear as soon as he could feel it. He wrapped one hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you pinned down, while the other undid his belt. âYou donât make demands anymore, do you understand?â
âIâve-Iâve nnn-neverâŚâ
Understanding flashed in his eyes.Â
âYou're a fucking virgin?â You nodded, feeling a small piece of hope, âWe can add lying to that list of things youâve done wrong, huh?â
He seemed to pause which you felt grateful for. His belt was already undone, his hips sinking into yours, âNo oneâs ever tasted you?â You shook your head, âYouâve never had a cock in your mouth either?â
You looked away, embarrassed.Â
âFuck,â He breathed out, âYouâre gonna be all mine.âÂ
âPlease-â You tried again, but he silenced you, pressing his lips to yours again.Â
This time, he was more deliberate with his movements. His hands traveled higher, and he reached into your shirt to gently knead at your breasts. He moved slower like he was savoring the moment. At the same time, you felt even more tortured. Your body betrayed you, responding to his caresses as if they were safe, as if he were someone you trusted. He was making all the right moves and your mind felt even more confused then your body.Â
Fingers pinched gently at your nipples and your lips parted into a moan. He used it as an opportunity to explore your mouth further. Next, he moved down your jaw and then he nuzzled his face into your neck. There was a place on your collarbone heâd found, one that made you yelp in pleasure, a spot you didnât know existed. Thatâs what he wanted. To conquer you.Â
You felt warm between your legs and a slickness as you tried to move your legs. Rafe was still taking his time. Heâd lifted your shirt, pulled down your bra, and placed your left breast into his mouth. You cried out, your back arching in an automatic response. If he kept going, you knew you could finish just from this alone, and the thought filled you with a mix of shame and despair.
Slowly, methodically, he dismantled your guard.Â
When he sensed you were ready, that heâd successfully turned your body on, he pulled down his briefs. You couldnât bring yourself to look down. It was gonna hurt, either way, why dwell on the size? âTell me,â He kissed your jaw, leaning down to your ear, âAsk me to take your virginity.â
You tensed, âI-I d-donât.â
âI can make it hurt, Y/N,â He warned, âI promise, you want me to be gentleâ
He pressed his tip against your entrance, and you were already cringing, âFucking ask me, or Iâll push it all inside.â
âWill you âŚt-take my virginity?â
âPlease,â he corrected, a dark satisfaction in his tone.âWhereâs your manners?â
âPlease, take mmm-my vvvv-vvvv-virginity,â He slowly started to enter you, and you pressed your hands against his chest.Â
You started to breathe heavily, âT-T-Too mmm-mmm-much.â
He pushed in more, âThatâs just half, sweetheart. Take a deeper breath for me."
You listened even though he was hurting you. Even now, you believed him to be better than you. Looking up at him, you slowly breathed in and out. As you controlled your breathing, he started to move in and out of you. He cursed and grunted into your ear, soon falling into a rhythm.Â
Pain began to blur with something else, something you didnât want to acknowledge.Â
It was a foreign feeling, being full of him, reaching to parts of you that had never been discovered. The only thing that felt wrong to you was how it was happening. Is this how it always felt? So completely all consuming? You were warm everywhere, a pressure building at your core, and you struggled to make a sound other than a moan.Â
With each thrust you let out a yip, not realizing that youâd stopped pushing at his chest and started pawing at it. That only encouraged him further. He reached underneath you, lifting your left leg to your chest, as he grabbed a handful of your ass. He pried you open further in this position and he looked down at you âŚalmost grateful. He was savoring you and every moment that he was touching you, infiltrating your body. Youâd never had someone want you like this.Â
Before you were even really aware of it, the pressure inside of you had built to a crescendo, and youâd cried out against Rafeâs lips.Â
He smiled against yours, âGood girl, sweetheart,â Tears escaped your eyes again, this time because of how confused your hormones were. It felt like an uncontrolled explosion of emotion.Â
Now, the sensation actually felt like something you couldnât physically handle, âOh my god, o-oh my god, â You spoke over and over as you went back to pushing at his chest.Â
âStay,â he commanded, his body pressing you down further as he slowed his movements, his rhythm faltering. âIâm almost done,â he added, a hint of amusement in his voice. âYouâre squeezing so tight.â
âPlease,â you begged, your legs starting to shake. âPlease, Rafe.â
Your words seemed to bring his climax. Your second orgasm came painfully, and you scrambled to free yourself from under his weight after he finished sinking into you. Your legs didnât stop shaking, but at least you could catch your breath.Â
Your bare bottom hit the plush carpet of his seating area, listening as Rafeâs heavy breathing slowed. You fixed your bra and top before you started to search for your underwear. To your dismay, they were completely torn.Â
âIâll get you some new ones, some nicer ones, yeah?â
You nodded, though you werenât sure why. Feeling his gaze, you pushed your skirt down next. Looking down, you realize his remnants were sliding down your thighs. You just shut your legs tighter. A hand on your back made you glance up at him. His eyes were still dark, but there was more satisfaction than before.Â
âWeâre done for today, but before you leave, uh, Eleanor needs to see you.âÂ
He stood, and you looked away as he started to zip up his pants and fasten his belt again.Â
âTh-Thatâs it?â
âUntil tomorrow,â He said, his tone returned to business, as if the last few minutes were merely part of the workday.
You thought he was returning to his desk, but Rafe walked to your desk and collected your purse and computer. As you stood, your body ached, and you realized how disheveled you must look. Was your makeup smudged across your face? Did he bruise the back of your thighs?Â
Rafe brought you your things, his hands finding your lower back, âGo home. Get some rest. And donât forget about those pictures, yeah?â
You nodded although your mind was elsewhere. The next thing you knew, you were standing on the other side of the door, clutching your bag tightly to your chest. Your mind started to wonder what exactly had caused all this. Was he mad at you, or was that I an excuse to âŚruin you.Â
When you made it to Eleanorâs desk she asked you, âHow was your first day?â
You nodded, trying to shake your expression into a smile, âI-It was ⌠o-okay.â
There was no way she could have missed it in your eyes or in your appearance, but she continued, âI just need you to sign that NDA before you go. Itâs completely standard procedure. It just assures that everything you see and hear is confidential. Protects the business.â
You took the papers from her and you tried to keep from shaking, âI can explain anything you need-â
âThatâs okay,â You shook your head, knowing you just wanted to go home and hug your stuffed frog, âThank you.â
You flipped through it quickly and signed your name where she indicated, âThereâs one more thing. Are you on birth control?â
You stared, knowing the implication of the words. Why didnât she warn you before you agreed to this?
You shook your head.
âYouâll need a Plan B. Should I pick it up for you, or would you prefer to do it yourself?â
Of course, youâd had friends whoâd bought it before but the idea of going by yourself right now made you want to be sick. And you couldnât tell your friends ⌠at least not yet, âCould you ⌠g-get it?â
âOf course, Iâll have it tomorrow,â She nodded and offered you a polite smile, âDo you need any help getting to the parking deck?â
You shook your head quickly, âI www-walked, thank you.â
As you made your way to the elevator, you wondered how your day spiraled so entirely out of your control.
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NEW PIN ! ę° đŞˇ LUST FOR LIFE đ§§ËâĘÉ ââ choso kamo đđ . . . SAVE ?
âand i was like take off, take off, take off all your clothesâ
contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader. dom!choso / bsf!choso, kinda ooc, mentions of sex toys, solo masterbation, getting caught, m rec oral, deepthroat, spit, dirty talk, missionary, some possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie. 2k words.
choso realized early on in your friendship that he finds issues in locating exactly where the metaphorical line lies between you two.
he knows that, yes; he loves you with an unconditional devotion that scribbles color over every inch and corner of his life. if he could, heâd bring the moon down and bottle it up for you. in the shape of his love. heâd steal the stars.
but sometimes his brain cramps up in confusion because he shouldnât be imagining how soft and clammy his best friendâs pretty little hands would feel wrapped around the girth of his cock, right?
he knows itâs wrong. he knows heâs just being gross; thereâs always a subtle pang of guilt that strums and strings at his heart when heâs with you, but every time he stiffens at his very, very lively imagination, he just canât help the tight grip, his thumbs rubbing little circles on his sensitive tip before moving with the rest of his fingers to jerk off to the pictures you send him throughout your day.
and you donât make it any easier for him.
the way your touch lingers for too long, your gaze planting camellia seeds over the plot of his cheeks.
and now, heâs staying at your place while his ac gets fixed; he spent a grueling few days in the oppressive summer heat, sticky and sweaty, and couldnât bear it any longer. naturally, like the great friend you are, you warmly offered up a guest bedroom to him. and he accepted.
he quickly went to pack a few daysâ worth of clothes and toiletries. while scrambling around his room one last time to make sure he had everything, he saw the pink lip outline of the fleshlight he stuffs full almost every night; the fleshlight that he bought in your exact skin tone.
he almost brought it. almost. but decided itâd be rude to indulge himself like that in your guest bedroom after you so graciously offered the space to him. so he left it.
god, does he regret it now.
lying in bed after dinner where you mustâve been trying to kill him, wearing nothing but a little crop top and some boy-shorts underwear. the cotton mockingly hugging up on the cuff of your ass. doing nothing to clothe you.
even in the guest room, everything smells like you. the soft of the sheets, the silky pillows, hell, even the air. itâs too much. like your scent took a physical form to torture and encase his entire body.
âhaaa ⌠fuâ fuckâ his hips roll languidly against the plump mattress as he groans out, ravened locks falling all over the bones of his flushed face. he sinks his teeth into one of the pillows, drooling all over it, and screws his eyes shut to imagine how your pussy would feel letting him in, stretching around his cock, ânghh ... yea. just â just like that âŚâ
sitting up, he pushes the heavy covers off of him; heâs hot, sweating under the thick duvet. pulling his shorts down because itâs too much. poor boy is too hard, throbbing and leaking all over your sheets with a pretty pink dusting his body, âshit..â he whispers sweetly, laying his warmed, wet tongue flat against his palms before wrapping around himself, almost whining at the contact.
he flicks his wrists rhythmically, his mouth bowing open at how loudly his messy cock squelches, filling the room, his hips canting up into his fists.
but he wishes it was you.
the pretty wings of his eyes flap and flutter shut, picturing the way the fat of your ass would bounce on him, how youâd cream all over his cock, âso fuckinâ messy for meâ oh my godâ wondering how you touch yourself. do you use your fingers? toys? he could probably fill you up way better than any plastic ever could .. do you ever think of him when you play with your pussy? âfuckâ fuck fuck fuckâ
his eyes peel back open to the door he purposefully left cracked. though he knows getting caught now, like this had the potential to ruin the entire friendship, he banks on the chance that you want him too. his head falls back against the wooden headboard like a marionetteâs dropping from its strings. so caught up in making himself cum he doesnât hear your feet shuffling, nearing the room.
the deep groans you heard from your room stirred you awake, urging you to check on him, pulling you closer and closer to the door until youâre right up by it. you can see his dark silhouette through the crack. your eyes growing big at how heâs quickly pumping himself.
you move closer; the door is only slightly ajar and something inside you wants to see more. hear more. your heart thumps rhythmically in the drums of your ears and your shoulder presses against the wood, causing a creek to sound and cut through his moans like velvet.
you freeze.
his eyes lock onto yours, and he freezes too. even though this is what he wished for deep down he didn't actually expect the stars to align, for better or worse.
your breathing picks up, your feet glued to the ground as if gravity hated you, rooting you in place. and choso canât think of anything to say but a meek, âsorryâ waiting and watching how you react:
your teeth clamp down to chew on the fat of your bottom lip. your breaths coming out in quick winds, big eyes falling to where his hand squeezes and coaxes out drops of sticky precum.
â⌠come hereâ
your upper body scrambles, almost leaving your legs behind as you pad towards him. crawling over the thrown sheets up onto the bed and it dips. behind your wispy lashes reveals fairytale like eyes because youâve been wanting to have him like this for as long, if not longer, than he has.
he parts his thighs and you nestle between them without a word, moving your hands to his bare legs as they frame you; digging your nails into the taut muscles. as long as youâve known him, choso has obsessively gone to the gym. vibrantly showing you basically nudes rebranded as âprogress pictures.â you squeeze his legs making him twitch, his hand moving to your chin, making you look up at him, âi want you .. to wrap these preetty lips,â his thumb moves to push and stroke against your bottom lip, âaround my dick. been thinkinâ about them for so long. can you do that for me?â heâs groaning with a raw authority youâve never heard or seen from him.
and it makes you so fucking wet.
you nod and he leans back, scooting his hips lower and spreading himself. âuse your words. i donât want this unless you do, tooâ
âyes. i want it so bad. want to make you feel good, choâ you grab his cock with both hands, warm and throbbing against your soft palms, before pushing it up against your flushed cheek, rubbing it against your pretty face.
âthatâs it. i knew youâd want it, pretty girl. now show meâ
you press light kisses to his flushed tip, up and down his length, watching keenly as he hisses at your little touches. whispering out a, âso pretty.â
heâs watched and replayed this scene so many times in his head; you laid out between his legs pressing puffed lips against his cock, but it doesnât hold a candle to the real thing.
you stretch out your jaw, letting him plug up your warm mouth. his eyes roll so far back with a deep groan, your tongue laying flat on his veiny underside as you bob your head on him, your hand moving to massage and squeeze what doesnât fit in your wet mouth, the other groping at his heavy balls, âfeâ haah, feel so good.â
heâs already so close from earlier, raising his ass to buck into your little mouth even though youâre full of him. his tip knocking against the back of your throat making you whine out muffled, âhmph mhmmâ âs
âdonât â shit. donât talk with your mouth full, baby. take me all in, you can do itâ
he grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you all the way down making you gag, spit pooling and spilling out around where he clogs your little mouth up. tears line your eyes, spilling over your cheeks as he fills up your throat, âaht aht baby take it all. youâre almost there. câmon âŚ.. mhhmmm theeeeere you goâ
you pull off of him gagging and coughing out glops of fat, foamy spit.
âoh âm sorry, sweet thingâ he leans in to lick at the spit and tears dripping down the point of your chin before kissing you. his plump pink lips pressing so harshly against yours, tongue sliding greedily into your mouth licking at every corner. the clumsy wetness of it all has you panting as he pulls back, clear spit trailing from your mouths.
âplease .. let me fuck you. been wanting to for so longâ
his eyes sort of soften as they bore into yours, begging silently with a puppy like glow.
â .. me tooâ you assure and he moves to guide you onto your back, grabbing your legs. he presses a sweet kiss to the base of your ankle, âmm. iâll take such good care of this pretty pussy. âs mine now, right?
âyes .. yes, choso. fuck me. âm all yoursâ
he pushes your little thong to side to smear his swollen fat tip against your messy folds, pushing up against your clit âso wet fâme baby .. i did that? you liked having me down your throat that much?â
âhnngg, choâ stop teasingâ
then, he realized that you came into the room with nothing but an oversized tee. and a cute little thong. for him. slapping his cock against your pretty cunt three times before smearing against your folds again.
he sinks into your warmth with a long, drawn out, âfuuuuuucckkâ at how your little pussy opens up for him, squeezing him so tight. and heâs so big. stretching you out, dragging his fat length against your pinky walls, pushing his hips into yours until he fully bottoms out.
his hands dig into your skin, so rough he might leave bruises because heâs trying so hard to keep himself grounded and not dump his cum into you right this moment. you feel so good. too good.
he moves slowly at first. letting your pussy adjust to him as his thumb swipes against your clit, easing him in. ââs almost there, baby, you can do it. let me in, pretty girlâ
he continues to pet your clit, then you look up into his eyes. and they stare back into yours. dark purple swirled around pools of black, âharderâ
thatâs all he needed to hear.
his hips harshly slam into yours, your body arching up to meet his deep strokes. angling to make sure the sweet curve of his cock hits that spot that makes you shake, bolts of pleasure striking through your entire body.
the room fills with your little whines, pretty broken moans of his name. heat emitting from your body and mixing with his as he moves to grab at your boobs. the tips of his fingers tweaking and pulling your nipples, âaahhh, choâso fuckâ
your legs hang over his shoulder, sweat slipping and sliding down his temples, âtell me youâre mineâ reaching up you struggle to hold on to the girth of his biceps, âyours! âm all yours!â
youâre so close. so sensitive, your pussy clenching and pulsing around him in tune with every heavy snap of his waist. âgo ahead, baby. give it to meâ
itâs feels like youâre on fire. every inch of your body so overwhelmed itâs almost painful. your skin flushes and a warm sensation washes over your entire body as you squeeze around him, âtheeeree you go, baby, mhhm, thatâs itâ shaking against his strong arms when your orgasm cracks like lightning and rips through you.
his cock throbs inside you, his strokes growing sloppy and heavy as he fucks you through your high. overstimulating your pussy. he pushes to drain his thick cum inside you. paint your warm walls with him, groaning out your name.
âholyâ shit..â his breaths come out in heavy gasps, twitching you as he grows soft in the solitude of your silky walls.
heâs so warm. filling you all the way up with fat globs of cum. âmmmm, keep me in, babyâ pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your parted lips. then another to the tip of your nose.
as soon as his ac gets fixed, heâs going to throw away that stupid toy. heâs got the real thing to fill up now.
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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEGUMI!" | MEGUMI FUSHIGURO.
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđâ synopsis. it would be so very cruel of you to not show your appreciation for your best friend, especially on his birthday.
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđâ cw. smut, college au, reader calls him âmegsâ, mention of âangelcuntâ, unprotected love-making, bimbo!reader / best friend!megumi, a bit of asphyxiation, megumi with a crush! fingering, and praise. mdni <3
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđâ word count. 1.7k, a quick read !!
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđ â dolled up! hellooo !! itâs a real oneâs birthday, this is the least i could do to celebrate. iâm trying to get back into the groove of writing again so stay tuned n ready 4 fics in the future !! sweet college au best friend megumi is always on my mind, something about a stoic but secretly in love trope .. (heâs no better than his father, sigh) .. as always, if you enjoyed this, please reblog / comment. iâll bake u youâre favorite sweets if u do !! thank u âĄ
megumi has always been there for you. through ups and downs, taxing breakups, even the times youâd get exceedingly inebriated and ramble endlessly about your ever-growing appreciation for him â there was no denying the cordiality heâd shown throughout the many years of your friendship. sure, he could be quite cold, maybe even grumpy; but that was just the joy of megumi fushiguro.
and for that, itâd only be right to repay him.
for all of the times he would show up uninvited to your dorm with the notes of the lecture youâd fortuitously missed, blaming the absence on the absurdly quiet lull of your alarm clock, or when heâd let you have the last bite of his food, because only god knows megumi was never above tolerating you. itâd be the work of a terrible friend to let it all go unnoticed, especially on a special day like today.
âhappy birthday, megs!â there you stood,
bubbly and bright as ever, in the doorway of his bedroom, clad in nothing but a tiny pink pajama set with a top reigning transparency, it barely left the skin beneath to the imagination.
he had invited you, along with yuuji and nobara, over to his dorm the previous night to keep him company after class â which led to a kugisaki-induced movie marathon, and eventually phased out into the four of you passed out on the fushiguroâs couch, hues of light omitting from the colorful rays of the forgotten television screen and onto your slumbering faces.
with megumi holding the title of competency within the friend group, it came as no shock when heâd woken up the others to send them on their merry way. all except you, of course. the light throw-over blanket clinging to your body neatly as you slept, soft snores resonating within your being aided in megumiâs decision to give you a few extra minutes to rest.
he could never interfere with your comfort.
after your unanticipated birthday wishes, it took a moment for megumi to come to, blinking away his awareness for your scantily clothed body and opting for a more stoic expression.
âthanks,â he replied, tone low and clouded with an air of vague appreciation.
âwanna know what i got you for your birthday?â your query was that of a sing-song manner as you swayed in place. megumi was used to being around absolute rays of sunshine, but you? you were different. it was as if you were the sun itself; warm and inviting yet shone luminous enough to blind onlookers. you were tooth-rottingly sweet, and as bubbly as you were naive.
matters werenât made any better forgoing the fact that megumi had true feelings for you. it was a running gag within your friend group, jokes that itadori and nobara would make concerning the contrast between megumiâs unwelcoming behavior when it came to them, and impassive patience had times fell upon you.
in fact, obliviousness was your specialty in being ignorant to the feelings of the fushiguro. it wasnât your fault, you truly didnât know.
megumi responds curtly, although with a hint of sarcasm, âa break?â
you pout as you rest your head against the lacquered doorframe, reigning defeated already despite the conversation barely racking up a minuteâs time. âno, silly.â the words come out as a giggle. âi got you me!â
a hint of confusion glosses over his features before it morphs into that of a neutral expression. shirtless from his shower just minutes prior, and puzzled from what your mind had conjured up this time, he questions again. âyou? you got me you?â
you shake your head affirmatively as he starts up once more. âand what do i do with you?â
clear as day, your exchange took a rather suggestive turn, one that neither of you were intending. âwell, you can do a lot of things with me,â now stepping into the room to close the distance between your bodies, your response is thick with an air of lust that megumi noticed seemed to come naturally for you. his heart picks up in pace from the sight of your pretty face, and even prettier eyes looking vacantly into his, as if you werenât aware of the trap you set up for yourself.
he brushed off the slight arousal brewing up within him, chose to play it off as mirth like he usually did when it came to you. âi guess so.â
you held onto his arm, a more distinct, yet adorable look of seriousness on your features. truly, you were a little doll. âiâm for real, megs. itâs your birthday, iâll let you do anything you want.â
yeah. youâre really going to regret this one.
the word âanythingâ came with free reign. and even though megumi thought of himself as anyone but a pervert, he certainly was bound to start acting like one.
âanything?â his question came out as if he was treading lightly while he moved to dig through his drawer, perhaps looking for a shirt.
you stepped back to allow him the space of rummaging, while nodding your head and confirming his suspicions. âanything.â
âletâs fuck, then.â
his tone was nonchalant, easy on your ears as his speaking voice regularly sounded, and you would have missed his request had he not straightened up to search your countenance for an answer â deadpan, as if he hadnât said a thing.
in that moment, all of what you hadnât noticed, no. all of what you chose to deny had finally been put into perspective.
megumi fushiguro was fucking hot.
âi mean, if thatâs what you want then i donât mind.â your response was succinct, gentle on your tongue and provided him the response heâd been aiming for.
this might be his best birthday yet.
he strode closer to you in light steps before his large, glacial hand found its place on your cheek and silken lips met yours, pulling you into a salacious kiss filled with hunger and want. the press of his tongue begging to be allotted within the slot of your lips was accepted with your own muscle dancing against his. it was dizzying, and dissimilar. for all your years of knowing megumi, you wouldâve never thought up the occuring situation.
lithe fingers danced up the skin of your thighs where you part them on instinct, allowing his digits to work on their own to slip past the barrier of elastic fabric and into your little lace panties, softly drumming along the puffy nub of your clit.
âmegumi,â you rasp against his lips, swirling your hips over his hand to build up the sweet friction surging from your core. the saccharine croon of his name tasted sugary like vanilla rolling off of your tongue and onto his. he was in pure bliss; ready to take everything you gave to him.
his body responded to your need, fingertips at your clit circling tightly, an action that pulled a string of mewls from you before you gasped at the intrusion of his long fingers dipping into your core. they curled upwards against your gummy walls just until they increased in pace while his thumb pivoted at your sensitive nub, and fuck! whereâd he learn how to do that?
he pulled away only slightly to read your expression, the tent in his pants growing taller, tip leaking carelessly at the onsight of your face, screwed taut in pleasure â plump, glossy lips that were slick with spit and moans slipping past without prevail.
underneath him, your legs felt feeble, as if theyâd fall beneath you from the surgence of pleasure. âm-megumi, wait, âm gonna!-â you held onto his shoulders for leverage, your warnings of orgasm falling on deaf, distracted ears, until finally, you were a gushing mess in his palm, coating his digits in your essence.
âfuck. youâre so pretty when you cum,â in that moment, he gave you no chance to react when he gently positioned you over his dresser, pulling down your little shorts until they pooled around your knees.
âyâmade me so hard, y/n. can you feel it?â he grinded himself over the plush of your ass, teasing before pulling his sweats down just enough so that his hard, throbbing and leaking, length could be free. it bobbed ever so under its weight while one hand began to pump from base to shaft to soothe the excruciating ache. once he felt satisfied in his ministrations, he lined his cock along your awaiting slit.
âa condom, megs.â your reminder came in the form of a soft lull. after all, you two were just free-spirited college students, unable to pay the consequences of spontaneous actions. âdonât have any.â with that, he sunk his cock inside to the hilt, a low groan rippling from his throat at just how tight your pussy clamped around him. it felt like fucking heaven. he could die in your cunt and be at peace.
while you adjusted to the stretch, he began to move; slow, deep strokes as if he were savoring this moment forever. who knows when heâll be able to have the luxury to sink inside your perfect angelcunt again? you bit your lip to stave off impending moans which ultimately failed when his arms snaked around your body â one hand underneath the cloth of your shirt and pinching at your perked nipples while the other finds its place right back at your clit.
âsh-shit!â you cry out, eyes rolling and mind hazy from the pleasure. his rhythm increased gradually until he built up a vigorous pace. âiâve been needing y-you so bad.â megumi groans along the shell of your ear. how he got so lucky as to have his dream girl engulfed around his cock, he doesnât know. all heâs aware of was the tightening of his abdomen, signaling his own impending orgasm.
white hot pleasure replace all feeling in your body, counting down its time until the familiar numbness washed over you in euphoria. a pitchy moan sounded from your lips and an even whorish whimper when the warmth from spurts of his cum coated your insides.
after what felt like a minute of the two of you recollecting your breaths, megumi finally pulled out, shuddering at the added stimulation at his oversensitive cock.
he leaned your head back to meet his lust-filled gaze; calmness of his deep navy orbs now deepened with sin. megumi pressed gentle kisses all over your face while his hands took purchase at your now, exposed, neck and squeezed tight enough to keep you lightheaded.
âyouâre the best birthday present.â
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day 10: bruce wayne [car sex]
࿠synopsis ⢠bats fucks you in his batmobile to teach you a lesson after you disobey his order.
â⌠nsfw, autonomous driving, one has clothes on one hasnât, suited!bats, batmobile, markings, car riding, possessiveness, jeaolusy, pet names, swearing, master kink, rude!bats, identity dilemma, inner toughts, spanking, begging, brat taming, clothes full on/off, kissing, âis all I guess. ⢠1.9k ⢠thought comic bats while writing but you can imagine this with any version of batman as you like of course. enjoy the beginning of the second week of kinktober event, hope you will like this week too! [kinktober m.]
âbats â please ââ as the gothamâs cityâs night lights pass behind the black windows of the batmobile youâre in, your own voice gets silent by the loud sound of the road, yet, they reach to his ears that are covered with his black batman mask. âitâs too much ââÂ
the man under you stays still even when his actions donât stop â fingering your clit, he seems like he doesnât care about how youâre sitting on his lap, soaking onto his black bat suit, getting wetter each passing time â having no dress on you makes the situation more sinful, especially when he has his own armored suit on, even the mask is still covering his face and ears â his bat ears is a source of balance for you to hold onto while taking his fingers as if itâs the first time he does this.
you have no idea how this man makes you feel stranger to being fucked by him whenever he has you like this â weak yet so powerful because of the whole situation.
it shouldâve been a peaceful night, a simple mission â yet, it turned into something more, and you were the one to blame the moment you began to flirt with one of the guests to distract him. you were doing what he told you to from the other line of the call, giving instructions one by one with the help of the device on your ear. it was going all right until the man got interested in you, buying you drinks, joking around, and asking if you would like to follow him to do upstairs.Â
you didnât yet you had to act close to the man to get rid of him because bats told you to leave his side immediately. your mistake was taking that decision; putting one of your hands on the manâs shoulder, raising on your feet, and whispering something into his ear before leaving. apparently, this made bruce go mad â causing him to give you a lesson that you had to learn right away.
the moment you entered the batmobile, he took you onto his lap, taking all your clothes from one to another, looking darker than ever â hands fast, lips kissing yours so passionately that you believe your lips begin to bleed, the suit remains on as he begins to finger you â he just opens the zipper of his armored pants, leaving his hardened cock visible to your eyes.
wanting to touch him, your hand goes to his cock, yet, it is stopped in mid-air. he doesnât waste any more seconds, slapping your clit, he adds, âyou had to earn it. you will not get it until you beg for it.â
now here you are; already cum for one time, its hints still on your thighs and his pants, however, he doesnât stop â you know he waits for you to beg â you try not to beg, stubborn, believing you did nothing wrong, but, itâs too much â he knows every point to make you beg â the vigilante know your own body more than you do.
when he hits your g-spot with only his gloved fingers, again and again, you cry out loud, âbruuuce â aggh â please -!â the words go out of your parted lips on their own as your hands grip his bat ears strongly, bouncing on his fingers when he doesnât move them. the knowledge of making a mess out of you doesnât reach into your brain, so, you continue fucking his fingers â his dark-colored eyes look up, a smirk position on his attractive masked face, mocking you. âplease! I need youu â aggh!â
âpathetic,â he remarks, âbouncing on my fingers as if theyâre my dick,â a chuckle breaks the lewd sounds â the outworld out of the batmobile is long forgotten. âwant it so much? want me to bend you over, fuck you in this car?â
without thinking, you nod rapidly, eyes half-closed, your second cum drips onto his fingers, high hits the body, feeling a bit exhausted yet ready to take his thick cock now.Â
your mind canât comprehend what heâs doing but in a moment you find him lowering his seat, opening enough gap between your bodies and the batmobileâs front.Â
afraid of falling into the surface, you try to hold his shoulders â still canât believe you fucked yourself on his fingers and cum onto them when he talked dirty. the power â the effect he has on you is incredible! the mind is so dizzy because of him that you realize what he has done after a moment, your widening eyes look at the front mirrors of the car, seeing the road in front of you â the scene changes faster than you think â you swear the car moves like a lightning.Â
the reality hits your face similar to the feeling of cold water washing your body over on a hot day. however, you canât focus on it when bruceâs gloved and wet hands position on your waist, highering your ass up, pulling your body closer to his face.
when you hold onto the wheel to stay still, excitement and shock blurring the last cramps of your mind, fear of going in an extremely fast batmobile makes your blood boil â yet the trust you have for bruce is there, strongly holding you. his low voice reaches your ears after a while, and his hot breaths wash your pussy and ass holes that clench around nothing, making you jump in pure pleasure. âyou disappointed me,â he says, âyou disobeyed a direct order from me. that man meant nothinâ to me but disobeying â oh â what a bad choice y/n.â
you couldnât wait any longer, knowing his one step away from licking you, lust takes control of you, and you begin to say how sorry youâre â how you didnât mean to â both you and bruce know you did mean to, to get his attention, to get this side of him, because youâre a brat of him who he will tame.
âkeep your begs for forgiveness for later. you have to prove to me that youâre capable of obeying me, you pretty brat.â
âanything, I will do anything for you bru -!â a slap to the ass, a slap to the pussy â scream escapes from your lips. âbats! just give me an order, will do it â just please â please fuck me already!â
âin that case,â he says, not licking you, making you pout in disappointment but when he lowers down your body, his cockâs tip meets with your aching pussyâs folds, he clicks a button, the engine slows down a little bit, the wheel of the car gets closer to you. âhold the wheel.â
you try to understand whatâs going on, âwhat are you doin â aggh!â
his left-hand grips your neck, holding it tightly, closing the gap between your face and his, he points to the wheel that stands right in front of you. âhold the fucking wheel if you want to be fucked, y/n.â
swearing lowly, your shaking hand finds the wheel, holding it strongly, waiting for bruce to push a button â when he does, the engine starts moving faster than before. unlike the previous situation, this time, itâs you who drives the batmobile.
âbruce â how â â your words are cut off by his deep voice.
âdonât take your eyes off the road. you will take us to the home without an accident. if you turn even a little bit, I will stop fucking you my love.â the difference in his words and voice make you go crazy, and that craziness doubles up when he lowers your body down enough to make him thrust his thick cock into your pussy, filling you up.
screaming with sudden pain and pleasure, your eyes roll over for a second before looking right at the road in front of you â gotham city still stays under the darkness of the night, the only voice that world excepts is the powerful sound of the batmobile riding on the endless looking road, the moans coming from you and swears from bats mixing with the flesh hitting the flesh can be heard by only you and bruce â the sin you commit cannot be known by another.
the focus you put on the road gets distracted whenever bruce shoves his dick into your wet clit. back of your thighs hitting his clothed thighs sends pain through your body, leaving red marks on your flesh â the balls that meet with your ass cheeks increase the sensitivity you have, making you cry as you clean them rapidly to see the road.
his name comes out of you over and over again, the brain is too occupied to drive, the mind is too crazy to function, and the body is too full of him, the man who wants to devour you, and doing it right now â using your body as he pleases, not moving his hips greatly, instead, he makes use of your body by lifting it up, then, pulling it down until his dick fills your walls deeper, harder and rougher.
âfucking brat,â he says, a poison that his voice holds captures you â you feel so pathetic as if youâre his fucktoy now. then why do you feel so high like the most powerful drug in the whole world gets into your veins with the maximum level, you ask yourself, then the answer travels to your mind after he adds, âcanât obey her master? what a pretty yet mindless girl you are, donât you think?â oh, right, heâs the most powerful drug on the whole world, and now, youâre at his mercy.
âu-huh â agghh â oh myy â bats! please, please, please ââ you have no idea what youâre pleasing for, but he knows â he chuckles lowly, having fuck great entertainment thanks to you that you feel a kind of pride in an instant.
âu-huh?â he mocks, fucks you still, close to the edge, just waiting for the right moment. âtoo cockdumbed to even understand what Iâm saying. but you do good my good girl, keep going, weâre close to the cave.â
the new information makes you happy, smiling widely, and looking outside clearly, seeing the caveâs entering. with the relief, you begin to drive the car more carefully than before, hands getting stronger, losing yourself in the pleasure of being fucked by bruce in his damn batmobile.
finally reaching your destination, you slow down the engine, the caveâs front door opens, and pushing a button, bruce hugs you from behind, making you sit down on his cock with an instantaneous speed, earning the loudest moan out of you.
the mouth standing beside your ear says, âcum. cum on my cock.â and you who doesnât know sheâs waiting for him to allow her â to order, do what he tells, cum on his cock as his hot semen hit the deep inside of you in sync.
kissing your shoulder, he holds your shaking body because of both the coldness of the cave you have entered and the opposite sense of warmness that bruce gives â the smell of highness on the air, chests getting up and down, breaths rapid and low, lust ends â its place gets completed with the affection of love.
âdid so good,â the carâs door opens, bruce takes your body in bridal style after wrapping it with his cape. his gentle lips put kisses on your face as he walks into the bathroom of his room, watching your soft features, eyes closed to sleep. he smiles fondly, proud of you. âlet me take care of my pretty girl now.â
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Sometimes A Bride | Jake Seresin x Reader
18+ only, minors DNI
Jake Seresin x female Bradshaw!reader
part two of Always A Bridesmaid
Synopsis: Youâre having some pre-wedding jitters and thereâs only one person you know can help calm you down.
or
You and Jake sneak off for a quickie before the two of you say âI do.â
WC: 11.5k (another long one oops)
warnings: a smidgen of angst?, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, smut, fingering, unprotected piv, slight overstimulation, i think jake calling reader a good girl deserves a warning, unspecified age gap (reader is in around mid-late 20s, jake is in early-mid 30s), once again jake being too damn charming for his own good, tonssss of disgustingly sweet tooth-rotting fluff, really sweet fluffy moments with big bro bradley, natasha being the best sister-in-law and maid of honor, jake still being an absolute menace, i'm literally the worst at coming up with titles for my fics, moodboard is not any indication of readerâs appearance
a/n: The very long-awaited (Iâm sorry đ¤) sequel to Always a Bridesmaid. Thank you so much to everyone whoâs stuck around and shown the first part so much love and support, and waited so patiently for this story! I love yâallÂ
beautiful dividers by @saradika-graphics đ¤
ă°ăťâĄăťă° reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated! ă°ăťâĄăťă°
You love weddings.Â
It's a fact you try to remind yourself of as you take a deep breath, taking in your reflection in the vast vanity mirror.
Hair styled to pristine perfection, professionally done makeup better than anything youâd ever be capable of doing yourself, in a gorgeous white dress that fits just right and makes you feel more beautiful than ever. Â
You love weddings. You love the fancy clothes, all the chatter and the sweet scent of champagne flowing through the air at the reception, the contagious laughter and dancing.
But, most of all, you love getting to watch two people profess their love for each other and promise themselves to one another for the rest of their lives through beaming smiles and tears of joy.Â
Itâs been a little over three years since Bradley and Natasha said âI doâ, and after meeting the love of your life at your big brotherâs wedding, how could you not love them?Â
Three years since that fateful night that you met Jake and both of your lives were changed forever, and the two of you have been pretty much inseparable ever since. Well, nearly ever since.
Initially, both you and Jake were scared by just how much you liked one another.Â
After spending the night together at your brotherâs wedding â and the morning after â you had feared that it was just that rose-colored haze of love in the air that comes along with weddings, and you wondered if that magical pixie dust was going to wear off eventually â and take your feelings with it.Â
But it never did.Â
Even at the beginning, back when Jake had tried to push down his feelings for you and said he couldnât offer much more than no strings attached fun, âbecause Iâm going to be away on deployments and dangerous missions all the time, and because youâre Bradshawâs little sister.âÂ
Because he âdidnât have time for anything seriousâ â but really, because he was afraid of just how strongly he felt for you â even then, you were so drawn to him and Jake couldnât deny how much he enjoyed spending time with you.
How he thought about you and that amazing night youâd spent together nearly every second of every day.Â
From the moment heâd wake up in his boring, lonely apartment, to the hours spent in briefings or flying dangerous maneuvers in his F18, to the moment heâd go to sleep alone every night in his bed that all of a sudden seemed too big.Â
And, what scared Jake the most was that it wasnât just the sex â though, that was definitely a great part of it â that he yearned for. It was just you.Â
You, with your bright eyes and your radiant smile, your melodic laugh and effervescent personality. You had quickly wormed your way into his heart and lit him up from the inside out.Â
He no longer found himself wanting the mundane and meaningless hook-ups or one night stands that places like the Hard Deck had to offer, which had become routine for him since his time as a young pilot at Top Gun.Â
You brought Jakeâs world from dull grayscale to vibrant technicolor and he found that he just always wanted you around.Â
Heâd never felt that way about anyone before, and it terrified him.
Youâd never wanted anyone so bad, and you were fearful that it wasnât going to last.Â
But, try as you might, the two of you just couldnât seem to stay away from each other for long.Â
Once Jake got his head out of his ass and he took you out on a few proper dates â which, naturally, ended in you fucking each otherâs brains out a few more times â you both agreed to try to take things slow, because your feelings for each other were real and neither one of you wanted to mess things up.Â
However, you quickly learned that there was no such thing as slow when it comes to you and Jake. Before you knew it, things between the two of you had become pretty serious, and you realized â much to your brother Bradleyâs dismay, that the two of you share a very real connection.Â
Through all of the ups and downs â triumphs and hardships, happy times and tears, the silly fights and even sillier make-ups that these past three years have brought the two of you.Â
From going mad missing each other when Jake is away on deployments, up until his recent request for a more permanent position at Top Gun so he can be closer to home â closer to you â you and Jake have stuck together through it all like super glue.
Three years of unconditional love and support, of growing and becoming better together, loving and living life with your best friend.
Youâve never been quite sure if you believe in the concept of soulmates, but if they do exist, youâre positive that Jake is yours.
And, you love weddings⌠so why are you currently freaking the fuck out, today of all days? Oh, right⌠because itâs your wedding day.Â
Youâre pretty sure that your vision is beginning to blur, your body growing a little dizzy as you watch the constant stream of people flitting all around you through the glass of the large vanity mirror.
Your bridesmaids chatter excitedly as they too work to finish getting ready, sipping from mimosas as they make their way into their dresses while Natasha â the best sister-in-law and best maid of honor you could ever ask for â helps to keep everyone focused and on schedule.Â
She paces the room with her phone in hand, probably texting Bradley to make sure things are running smoothly in the groomsmensâ suite as well.Â
There are at least three people at any given moment hovering around you like bees, fussing over your hair, doing last minute touch-ups on your makeup, and making sure thereâs not a wrinkle in sight on the beautiful wedding gown of your dreams that youâre oh-so nervous for Jake to finally see.Â
Not nervous because youâre worried he wonât like it â heâs told you plenty of times that heâd be more than happy to marry you if you were wearing a trash bag â but because this is your big day, the beginning of the rest of your lives together and you just want it to be perfect.Â
After all the months of painstaking planning â from centerpieces to seating charts, the choosing the color of the napkins to the dinner menu and countless trials of cake flavors. From finding the perfect venue, to the best floral arrangements, and of course the dream wedding dress.Â
After being so hyper-focused on this day for months, now that that day is actually here, you just need everything to be perfect.
Not even the two and a half mimosaâs youâve had this morning have been enough to quell the stress currently coursing through your veins, and the buzz of the busy bridal suite is beginning to make your head spin.Â
Between all of the running around youâve done since waking up â way too early â this morning, the little bit of alcohol and all the commotion going on around you now, your face feels too hot, a tiny sheen of sweat beginning to shine through your makeup.
You canât help but wonder if Jake is feeling this flustered right now too. Probably not, the man is cool and calm about just about everything; itâs one of the things you love about him.
As the makeup artist powders your nose for the fifth time in ten minutes in an attempt to tamper down the shine, you feel your resolve beginning to crack. You try to take in a deep breath to shake the nerves, but feel as though thereâs not enough air in the room to fill your lungs and you find yourself feeling like you need to escape.Â
As if she can sense your distress from all the way across the room, Natasha â ever the dutiful maid of honor â materializes behind you with a comforting hand on your shoulder, politely excusing the makeup artist and everyone else thatâs currently milling around you, before meeting your gaze through the mirror with a gentle smile.Â
Though, you know your sister-in-law too well and you can see the concern in her brown eyes.
âYou okay?â When Natasha gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze, you close your eyes and heave out a deep sigh, grateful for a moment of calm.Â
Itâs in the same moment that you open your eyes and give her a nod and an unconvincing smile that thereâs a knock on the bridal suite door just behind you, and you turn your head to find Bradley opening it a crack and peeking his head in.Â
âEveryone decent?â Your older brother asks, meeting your eyes with a soft look and you swear you could cry.
Through all her running around to help make sure that your day is perfect, youâd seen Natasha on her phone and you figure that, always knowing just what you need, she must have texted Bradley â and thatâs exactly what she did.Â
Natasha had let her husband know that his sister was feeling some pre-wedding jitters and could use some reassurance that she knew you could only get from your big brother, and he immediately made his way from the groomsmensâ suite to come to your aid.
âYeah, come on in!â Natasha calls out with one last squeeze to your shoulder before meeting Bradley at the door and greeting him with a quick kiss on his cheek.
She gently pushes him towards where you stand in front of the large mirror smoothing your hands over an invisible wrinkle on the flowy white skirt of your dress, before ushering the rest of your bridesmaids and everyone else to the other side of the large suite to put their finishing touches on their looks and give the two of you some privacy.Â
You turn around to face Bradley, standing there in a classic black suit with a bow tie, and you could swear your brother gets a little misty-eyed as he takes in the sight of you in your lavish white dress, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mustached lips when he asks, âYou okay, sis?â
You think about lying for a second and telling him that youâre just fine, but this is Bradley -â your big brother and self-appointed protector for all your life, even when you donât always want or need him to be, and you know that heâd be able to see right through you.
Blowing out a small sigh, you carefully take a seat on the plush couch that sits in the nearest corner, making sure to arrange all the layers of fabric that surround your lower half in a way that they wonât become too wrinkled.
âHonestly⌠Iâm kind of freaking out.â You tell your brother as he joins you on the sofa. Your voice is barely above a whisper, just loud enough that heâs able to hear due to his close proximity.
Youâre looking down at where you nervously wring your hands in your lap when Bradley speaks.Â
âWhy? Youâve got nothing to worry about.â His words are matter-of-fact, but his voice is soft in that comforting, brotherly tone thatâs only reserved for you.
âI- I donât know.â You tell him with a light shake of your head. âI guess Iâm just nervous?âÂ
The words come out as a question and your gaze lifts to meet Bradleyâs before you continue on.
âYou know, itâs such a big, important day that Iâve spent so long dreaming of and planning for andâ that Iâm going to remember for the rest of my life and I justâŚâ your voice trails off as you realize youâre rambling, stopping to take a breath before you continue.Â
 âI just love Jake so much and I⌠I just want everything to be perfect.â
Bradley takes in your frazzled expression, nodding in understanding. âYouâre right, it is a big deal, and itâs totally normal to have some nerves.âÂ
The pensive look on his face shifts to one of what looks like amusement as he glances across the room to where his wife is chatting away with the rest of your bridesmaids, before leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially.Â
âI was scared shitless when I married Nat.âÂ
Your eyes widen at Bradleyâs confession, a small puff of laughter escaping your lips as you question him, âWhat? Really?â
âYeah,â Your brotherâs smile grows at the sight of your own, a quiet chuckle leaving him. âBut, then I remembered that I was marrying my best friend and all of those nerves just sort of melted away.â
âWhich is why you should believe me when I tell youââ Bradley reaches over to take your hands in his, his brown gaze warm as he speaks earnestly.
âItâs going to be perfect no matter what happens, because you and Jake will be together.â
Your lips canât help but quirk up a bit at your older brotherâs reassurance. âYou really think so?â
âYeah,â Bradley gives your hands a gentle squeeze. âIn fact, I know so.â
âBecause, I have never seen you happier than you have been these past few years since youâve been with Jake.â That small smile never leaves his lips as he continues talking and your heart nearly melts in your chest at the sincerity of your big brotherâs words.Â
âItâs clear that the two of you love each other very much.â
You have to admit itâs a bit of a shock to hear those words from Bradley of all people â sure, things have gotten a lot better between your brother and your fiance over the years, but youâd still consider them frenemies at the best of times.Â
You realize that you havenât said anything in response, being too stunned to speak, when Bradley continues on with a knowing smirk on his face as he takes in your dumbfounded expression.
âTrust me, I wasnât the biggest fan of the idea of you dating Jake in the beginning, but I see how much he cares about you. Above anything else.âÂ
You nod your head in agreement, but not without a laugh and a playful roll of your eyes. With your brotherâs reassurance that everything would be okay so long as you and Jake are together, and the reminder of just how much your husband-to-be loves you, now you couldnât wipe the grin off your face if you tried. âYeah, he does.âÂ
Bradley takes in the lovesick smile on your face and tilts his head, raising a brow in question. âWe feeling better now?â
âYeah,â Feeling much more calm now, itâs your turn to squeeze Bradleyâs hands, nodding happily at him before releasing them. âA lot better. Thank you.â
âGood.â Bradley stands, offering his hands to pull you up off the sofa as well, before pulling you into a hug.Â
With a quiet instruction to âcall me if you need meâ, your brother releases you from his arms, venturing over to Natasha to place a small peck to his wifeâs lips before making his way out the door and back to the groomsmensâ suite.
You really do feel a whole lot better, but all this talk about your fiancĂŠ and his love for you, and how truly, utterly happy he makes you, has you missing him. Yearning to be with him in this very moment, and you realize that the only thing that would really put your mind at ease is right now Jake himself.Â
Jakeâs head perks up as the door to the groomsmenâs suite opens for the second time in about fifteen minutes to reveal Bradley, adorning a tux matching that of all the other groomsmen.Â
Itâs still crazy for him to think about the fact that your brother, who was so adamant about you not seeing Jake all those years ago, would be one of the groomsmen at his and your wedding.Â
âWhereâd you disappear to, Rooster?â A relaxed smirk lifts up the corner of Jakeâs lips as he fixes his tie in the mirror. Â
âJust went to check on the bride-to-be.â Jakeâs smile softens just a bit at the mention of you.
âYou know, I never thought the two of you would last this long, so I had to check and see if my sister was ready to back out yet.âÂ
Bradley drops down onto the sofa next to Bob and Coyote, who are quietly snickering at his teasing of the groom.Â
âOh, ha-ha.â Jakeâs smirk grows devilish at the joke, turning his sights on the mustached man ready to tease him right back. âFace it, Bradshaw. Weâre gonna be brothers real soon.âÂ
Bradley only rolls his eyes goodnaturedly at his soon to be brother-in-law, a fact that Jake has made a point to remind him of, all the time, since the two of you got engaged a little over a year ago.Â
âHow is she, though?â Jake asks, and Bradley can hear the sincerity creeping into the blondeâs tone.Â
âSheâs good. Was just dealing with the usual pre-wedding nerves, but itâs all good now.â Bradley tells him honestly.Â
Jake only nods in response, already retreating into his head, into his worry for you, causing your brother to speak up again.
âJake, I promise, everythingâs good.â Bradley reassures him with a small smile.
âYeah⌠good.â Jake nods once more, making an attempt to paint the best smile he possibly can on his lips.
Heâs not worried because he thinks that you might not want this, or him â he knows without a shadow of doubt just how vast your love for him is â but, because he knows how you get when you put your heart into something and that youâll drive yourself crazy trying to get everything perfect.
Jakeâs seen firsthand just how painstakingly youâve worked to plan this wedding, all the months spent making sure that every little detail is just right.Â
He knows that all of that time and stress, culminating to this one day, is likely weighing on your mind now that the day has finally come.Â
And in this moment, Jake wants nothing more than to just be able to see you â to hold you and comfort you and let you know that everything is going to be just fine.
He knows the old superstition that the groom isnât supposed to see the bride before the ceremony, butâŚ
âFuck it.â
The two words escape under Jakeâs breath just before heâs shrugging on the jacket to his tux and quickly making his way to the door.Â
âWhere are you going, man?â Javy questions his best friend, drawing the attention of the rest of the Daggers â sans Phoenix whoâs with you getting ready in the bridal suite â toward where Jake stands in the now open doorway, one hand on the knob and one foot already out in the hall.Â
âJust gotta check something with the wedding planner. Be right back.âÂ
Itâs not a total lie. Sure, you had forgone hiring a wedding planner and chose to do everything yourself â with the help of Natasha and Penny of course -â but that technically made you the wedding planner. The guys donât have to know that.
Jake traverses the winding halls of the venue, the anticipation of seeing you building up as he walks briskly in his dress shoes until he finds a door with a paper sign that reads, âBridal Suiteâ in loopy, cursive lettering.
Taking a breath, he knocks on the door, and heâs lucky to find that a moment later, itâs you who answers.
âWhat-â Your eyes widen in surprise and youâre hardly able to get a word out as one of Jakeâs hands grasps yours, swiftly pulling you out of the door and into the hallway with him.Â
You donât get a chance to finish your question, because within seconds your fiancĂŠ is practically sprinting down the long hallway, pulling you along with him with his large hand wrapped around your smaller one.Â
You can't help but giggle at Jakeâs antics as the two of you run through the halls, watching his free hand reach for a few knobs along the way only to find them locked, finally stopping when he finds a door that seems to be open.Â
He quickly peers into the room just to make sure that itâs empty before gently pulling you into the dark space, lit only by the natural light that shines in through the windows, and closing the door.Â
You're still laughing breathlessly when you find your words again, Jakeâs own breathy chuckle mixing with yours in the quiet of the room.
âWhaâ Jake? What are you doing, youâre not supposed to see me in my dress before the ceremony!â
âScrew that, my girl needed me.â His warm hand is still in yours, his free hand moving to clasp your other one. That emerald gaze that youâve come to know so well bores into you as he smiles down at you lovingly.
Your eyes lift to meet Jakeâs and itâs like any and all nerves just melt away.
You always feel safe when Jake is near and just the sight of him now, being in his presence, has a toothy grin making its way onto your face.
Another giggle escapes you, trailing off into a content sigh as you look up at the gorgeous man in front of you.
The two of you just gaze into each otherâs eyes for a long moment, and with a light shake of your head, your grin becomes coy.Â
âHi.â You find yourself whispering into the quiet of the room.
Jake lets out a chuckle, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling up in the way that you love when smiles at you. âHi.â
Without letting go of your hands, Jake takes a step back to really take you in for the first time since breaking you out of the bridal suite just a few minutes ago.Â
Finally getting a good look at you in your wedding dress that beautifully accentuates the shape of your body, your makeup done to perfection â though Jake doesnât think you ever need it â and hair styled prettily but still flowing and free just the way he likes, renders your soon-to-be husband practically speechless.Â
All he can say is, âWowâŚâ
You can hear the pure awe in that one word and canât help but smile bashfully, heat rising in your cheeks. Jakeâs compliments still manage to make you flustered, even after all this time.Â
âWow, yourself.â Your gaze sweeps up and down the length of his body, taking in the crisp black tuxedo and matching bow tie, and the white dress shirt underneath. Appreciating the way it fits him just right, how youâre still able to tell just how toned his body is even under the layers of clothing.
Jakeâs hands tenderly squeeze your own, pulling you a little bit closer once again as his eyes search out your own. âYou doing okay, honey?â
And though you were definitely feeling anxious before, you couldnât be more content than you are now when itâs just the two of you, standing here holding hands with the love of your life.
âYes,â You nod gently. âIâm just a little nervous.â
You look down at your joined hands before quietly continuing. âI just want this day to be perfect.â
âHey,â Jake lightly swings your joined hands to get you to look up at him again, and when you do, you see that heâs still wearing that confident smile. âItâs going to be perfect because itâs all coming from you. And everything you do is perfect in my eyes.â
You have to bite back your giggle at his sentiment, in disbelief that this sweet man is soon going to be your husband.
âItâs going to be perfect because itâs us. Together.â You correct him with a playful grin.Â
âYeah, youâre right.â Jakeâs hands leave yours, wrapping warmly around your shoulders to pull you in for a hug. Nestled in his embrace, your own arms wrap around his middle, your head moving to lean on his chest, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne as he leans his head on top of yours. âTogether.â
The two of you stand like that for a few moments, wrapped snugly in each otherâs warmth, Jake beginning to sway you just lightly as you breathe each other in.
Itâs with your cheek pressed against his pec that you finally take a look around the room the two of you are standing in, realizing that itâs another suite similar to the one you had been getting ready in earlier.
âYou know,â You lift your head from Jakeâs chest to look up at him as you speak, a playful tone filling your words. âThis feels oddly familiar to the night we met.â
âSneaking off to a dark, empty room,â You continue with a growing smirk, arms unlatching from around Jakeâs waist and pulling back just a touch, his own arms falling from around your shoulders. âJust the two of us.â
Your hands slide gently up Jakeâs torso over the fabric of his suit jacket, up past his broad shoulders to rest at the back of his neck.Â
Jakeâs gaze leaves you for just a moment to glance at the space around you. An airy laugh leaving his lips as his hands reach for your hips over the soft fabric of your dress to pull you a little bit closer, his green eyes falling back onto you.Â
Faces just inches away from one another, the two of you share matching silly grins as you think back to the night of your brotherâs wedding. A look of pure love and adoration passing between your eyes and his as you both absorb the fact that youâre here, three years later, at your own wedding.Â
âYeah, weâre just missing the champagne.âÂ
Jake softly brushes his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as he leans in to connect his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.Â
Tasting the remnants of the sweet mimosa on your lips, he hums against them before pulling back just slightly. âBut it seems like youâve already got that covered, Sweets.âÂ
The familiar nickname paints his favorite smile on your lips that has Jake diving back in for another kiss, this one deeper as his tongue dips into your mouth to taste the lingering sweetness of champagne and orange juice on your tongue.
His large hands pull you in closer by the waist as your fingers find the short blonde hairs at the nape of his neck, a groan falling from Jakeâs mouth and into yours as your fingernails gently scrape along his scalp.
Itâs almost embarrassing how quickly your body still responds to his touch after all this time; your knees going weak, and youâre practically melting into him as you feel wetness begin to pool in the skimpy, lacy white panties of your bridal lingerie that youâve been dying to show Jake since you picked it all out a few months earlier.
The kiss quickly becomes more heated, lips slotting feverishly together as though one can only find much-needed oxygen within the otherâs mouth, tongues swirling in a well-known dance and relishing in the familiar taste of one another.Â
Jakeâs hands are all over you, pulling your body flush against his as he sucks your bottom lip between the both of his. Your skin feels hot from his touch even through the fabric of your dress, and the realization of his quickly hardening length pressing against your hip has you mewling against him.
Jake pulls back from the kiss, his gaze still hungry, but you also catch the mirth in his eyes as he chuckles at his bride-to-be.
âAlways so needy for me.â He slowly shakes his head with that classic, cocky Jake Seresin smirk that still makes you weak in the knees.Â
âMe?!â You scoff, eyes wide as you look up at him incredulously, though youâre fighting back a smile because you know heâs right.Â
âWell, Iâd say someone is also pretty needy.âÂ
Your hand leaves the back of his neck to travel between your bodies to prove your point, reaching down to palm at his hard length through the fabric of his dress pants. Your brows raise in a playfully vindicated look that screams âI told you soâ, as Jake lets out a groan at your touch.Â
âYeah, o-okay.â Jakeâs chuckle is breathless this time as you cup your hand around him a little more firmly, grinning up at him and batting your lashes. âAlways needy for you too, Sweets.âÂ
His hand wraps around your own to remove it from his bulge, already missing the friction as he brings your knuckles up to his lips in a sweet kiss before letting it go.
Before you even know whatâs happening, both of Jakeâs hands are reaching down to grip your thighs through all the layers of lace and tulle, a squeak emitting from your throat as he sweeps you off your feet and carries you over the nearest wall.Â
âJake! What are you-â Your arms circle around his shoulders, legs parting of their own volition to make room for him between them. Bracketing his hips as your back lightly hits the wall, the fabric of your dress all bunched between the two of you exposing your calves as he holds you in his strong grasp.
Large palms wrapped around the underside of your thighs, his weight pressed against your front and the wall at your back keep you upright as you giggle in your soon-to-be husbandâs arms.Â
Jake is beaming back at you, the adoration in his green eyes clear as they crinkle up due to his grin.Â
âI love you, so much.â He lifts a hand up to your face, the backs of his fingers caressing along the soft skin of your cheek and Jake shakes his head as if he canât believe that this is real, that youâre real.Â
He leans in to press a soft, but dizzying kiss to your lips before murmuring against them, âI wanna show you how much.â
A part of you feels like you could cry at the sincerity in his voice, at just how well Jake loves you and how heâs never shy to make it known.Â
But mostly, you just feel the white-hot pooling of arousal growing in your belly, your eyes glazing over with a look of both love and lust as you gaze back at him.
âYeah?â You nod up at him in a daze, biting back a grin as you take in the hunger in those pretty green eyes.Â
âYeah.â He places a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth that makes you whimper and you can feel his smile against your skin. âLet me show you.âÂ
You nod your head again, mind in a haze of want at the feel of his warm breath on your skin, your hands squeezing at Jakeâs broad shoulders.Â
Feeling the velvety-soft fabric of his black suit jacket beneath your fingers, itâs only then that youâre shaken out of your stupor and you remember where you are â what today is. Â
âWait-wait, Jake, we canât!â Your fingers continue to absentmindedly play with the fabric covering his shoulder. Weâre supposed to be getting married like⌠now.âÂ
You canât help but giggle at the predicament youâve found yourselves in, though itâs very unsurprising for you and Jake.Â
Jakeâs laugh mingles with your own as you begin to lightly shake your head, and you feel his strong shoulders shrug beneath your grasp as you watch his lips quirk up into a mischievous grin.Â
âAll our guestsââ Jake interrupts your words with another quick peck on your lips, laughing at your stunned expression.Â
âThe guestsâŚcan wait.â He states matter-of-factly. âCanât exactly have a wedding without the bride and groom, now can they, Sweets?âÂ
Jakeâs smile is smug and you canât fight the one materializing on your own lips as you continue to shake your head.Â
âBesides, would we really be us if we didnât sneak off to have sex at a wedding?â He finishes off the question with a kiss to your jaw before trailing his lips down the column of your throat, lightly nipping at the skin of your neck â careful not to leave a mark â before soothing it with his tongue.
Jake was right. It had happened the night you first met at Bradley and Natashaâs wedding, and had become a tradition of sorts for the two of you at every wedding youâd been to in the three years since â and there have been quite a few.
You can feel your resolve quickly beginning to crumble as Jake presses his hips more firmly against yours, his hard length pressing up against where you need him most, the friction not nearly enough through all the layers of fancy clothing. Youâre already soaking through your panties for him and you know youâre a goner.
You drop your head onto Jakeâs shoulder with a sigh, before looking back up at him through your lashes.Â
âFine, but we have to be quick.â Narrowing your eyes at him, you give in, but with the most stern tone you can muster and it only makes Jake laugh.Â
âAinât nothing slow about me, sweetheart.â You canât stop the snort that escapes you, or the playful roll of your eyes at his words, leaning up to kiss that stupid grin off of Jakeâs face.Â
âPlease, justâ just shut up and fuck me already, Seresin.â you manage to get out through your giggles.
âWith pleasure.â Jakeâs lips claim yours in a hungry kiss and you feel one of his big hands venture underneath the skirt of your dress, traveling up your thigh and past the frilly fabric of your white garter in search of your core.
When his fingers brush against the damp lace of your panties, you choke out a gasp against his lips and Jake pulls back to take in your expression â your brows furrowed in pleasure and eyes heavily hooded with need. His kiss-swollen lips lift up into a smug smirk as he feels how wet you are for him.Â
Jakeâs deft fingers press more firmly against that wet spot, rubbing along your seam through the damp fabric. You canât hold back your whine, already writhing against him as his thumb finds your clit, expertly circling it through the lace.Â
âSo wet and Iâve barely even touched you.â He breathes out a laugh and thereâs a hint of smugness to his words â because of course there, itâs Jake â but you can also hear the awe present in his voice, see it in his emerald gaze that burns into you lovingly and it makes heat creep up your cheeks.
His hand dips beneath the waistband of your panties and you and Jake groan in unison as his fingers make a few quick circles around your wet, swollen clit.Â
Your head falls back against the wall behind you and Jake takes the opportunity to kiss at your neck again as his hand dips down further to collect more of your wetness.Â
âAlready all ready for me, Sweets?â Jakeâs words are whispered next to your ear as his fingers graze your entrance, your hips bucking toward them of their own volition.
âFor you, ahhââ Your words are cut off by a shaky moan as Jake slides two long fingers inside of you, up to the knuckle in one swift motion. Your breath hitches and youâre practically melting against him, your voice already sounding wrecked as you whimper for him, âAlways.â
Jake groans at how easily your slick walls envelop his fingers, gushing with new arousal as he fucks them in and out of your tight hole to get you ready for his cock -â not that you really need much prep with the way youâre already soaking his hand. Â
âSuch a good girl for me.â
Your walls clench tight around his digits, from both the praise and the way he curls them inside of you, that coil in your belly quickly winding up.Â
âFuck- Jake!â He can hear the desperation in your plea of his name, can feel it in the way your hips chase his fingers each time he pulls them almost all the way out. Youâre already feeling so close, but youâre needy for more. Need to be full of him.Â
Your perfectly manicured nails dig into Jakeâs bicep, the heel of your foot pressing into his backside in an attempt to pull him closer as you gaze up at him through your lashes. âPlease, babyâ need you.â
âI got you, honey.âÂ
Your chin falls against your chest and you cry out as Jake scissors his fingers inside of you a few more times before they retreat completely, leaving you clenching around nothing and keening at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
The hand that was in your panties begins to trail slowly back down your thigh, and though you canât see it through all the fabric of your skirt, you can feel the trail of slick it leaves along your skin in its wake.Â
As Jake clutches your thigh in his firm grasp to hold you more securely against the wall, his other hand moves to the tent in his tight trousers where his throbbing length has been neglected.
How heâs able to hold you up with one arm while the other hand unfastens his dress pants is beyond you, but itâs moments like this that youâre grateful to have a big, strong naval aviator for a husband-to-be.Â
Jake pushes his suit pants and underwear down just far enough to finally release his cock and you canât help but moan at the sight of it. Long and looking almost painfully hard, the tip red and angry and weeping with precum.Â
Jake lets out a groan as he wraps a fist around his length, relishing in the friction as his hand moves along the shaft and works to spread the pearls of his arousal from his tip down to the base.Â
His hand then leaves his cock to push up the skirt of your dress as far as it can go.Â
Deft fingers pry the seat of your panties from where they stick to your slick-soaked core, and gingerly move the fabric to the side so he can access your dripping cunt before he grabs ahold of himself again.
Jake lines his tip up to your entrance and pushes in slowly, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that pushes the air out of your lungs, stealing your breath and leaving you dizzy with it as his tongue tangles with yours.Â
Your hands glide up the soft, expensive fabric on Jakeâs arms, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as you gasp and writhe against him. Relishing in the feeling of him all over you.Â
His lips covering your own, short breaths mixing with yours as you both pant and moan into the frantic kiss. His strong body, solid as the wall behind you as his front presses taut against you to hold you up, his long cock pushing deep inside of you with every single thrust and leaving you feeling so unbelievably full of him.
Jake pulls back from the kiss and looks down to where the two of you are connected. His length glistening with your arousal as it moves in and out of your tight walls, your beautiful, intricate wedding gown all bunched around your hips as he fucks you, and he canât help the chuckle that escapes him when he thinks about how crazy this is.
âWha-whatâs so funny?â You ask breathlessly through kiss-swollen lips, your eyes that had previously been shut tight in bliss now opening to search out his green ones.Â
âJustâ this,â Jakeâs gaze lifts to meet your eye as he continues to laugh, unsure if his brain is going fuzzy with pleasure, or if thatâs just the intoxication of being with you.Â
âMy beautiful, perfect bride,â his hips slow just a touch, pressing forward in a particularly hard thrust that has you gasping and clutching onto his shoulders tighter, you and Jake moaning in unison before he continues, panting through his words.
âAll a mess for me â fuckâ right before weâre supposed to say âI doâ in front of all our family and friendsâ and pretty much everyone we know.â
Your eyes widen, lips tugging up into a bashful smile and you canât help but giggle along with him, burying your head in his shoulder and speaking into the soft fabric of his jacket as he continues to fuck you.
âOh god⌠well, Iâm sure thereâll be some time to steam the dress again before I have to walk down the aisle.âÂ
You can feel Jakeâs laughter reverberate against your cheek just before he cups your chin, lifting your face back up to be level with his and beaming at you with that megawatt smile. âThere's my wife!âÂ
Youâre both still grinning when he pulls you in for another kiss. Teeth gnashing against one anotherâs, mingled laughter and moans coming out in breathy puffs against each otherâs lips as his cock works inside of you, his hips still moving against yours at an even pace.
âThis is crazy.â You can barely get the words out, still giggling between messy kisses.Â
âYeah,â Jake punctuates with another press of his lips on yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and drawing out a quiet whimper as he pulls it back towards him and releases it before continuing.Â
âIt is crazy,â â Another kiss â âYou make crazy, Sweets.â
With one more firm peck to your lips, you feel both of Jakeâs hands wrap tighter under your thighs, rough fingers squeezing your ass as he hikes you up a bit higher against the wall, pressing impossibly closer to keep you firmly in place.Â
The change of the angle combined with his thrusts accelerating in speed has you crying out loud as he ruts up into you, Jakeâs lips moving to cover yours once again and muffle the sounds of your moans.Â
You shudder against him as his tip prods against that spongy spot inside you that makes stars appear behind your closed lids with each and every thrust, and you feel that coil beginning to tighten again, the familiar heat rapidly licking at the base of your spine.
Jake knows youâre close when your nails begin to dig into his shoulders through the jacket of his tux as you gasp for air, your lips parting from his with a string of saliva still connecting them for a moment that makes him growl as your head lulls back to lean against the wall. Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you quietly, breathlessly, cry out his name like a mantra.
Your body is sandwiched tightly between Jakeâs and the wall as his length fills you, hips pinned to yours and barely able to pull out on each thrust for how tightly your walls are clamping around him, the coarse but neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock deliciously grazing your clit and setting your whole body alight.
He's the only thing keeping you upright when your orgasm hits you. His mouth swallows your cries as your whole body goes taut, holding Jake in a vice grip as you fall apart on his cock.Â
Jake can feel it as all of the tension leaves your body. He continues in slow, shallow thrusts, the quiet of the room only accentuating the salacious sounds of your release flooding around him as he works you through your high.Â
He pulls back from the kiss as your moans begin to subside to get a look at your fucked out, blissful expression.Â
Your eyes are still closed, lips parted and now devoid of any of the nude-pink lipstick shade youâd been wearing before, and your skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat.Â
Your chest rapidly rises and falls beneath the fitted white bodice of your wedding gown, accentuating your cleavage with each little pant as you try to catch your breath.
âSo fucking pretty, honey,â Jake begins a light trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your warm cheek, and up to your hairline where he whispers against the slightly damp skin. âMy beautiful bride.â
Your hands scramble for purchase on his back, whimpering as you attempt to pull him in closer.Â
âJake- '' Your legs tighten around his hips, heels pressing against his backside where theyâre crossed at the ankles, your desperate mewl mixing with Jakeâs deeper grunt as the movement pushes him even deeper inside of you. Â
ââM so lucky to- to get to call you my husband,â Jake swears that his cocks swells just that little bit more at your loving words. âCum for me. Wanna feel you.â
âFuck.â The sweet praise whispered from your pretty lips sends him into a tailspin.Â
Youâve barely come down from your high when Jakeâs hips quicken their pace as he begins to chase his own release, the beginnings of overstimulation making you cry out a string of broken moans, incoherent whimpers of curses and his name.Â
The fullness and the delightful drag of his cock through your tight walls making you clench around him harder, and the assault of his tip against your g-spot leaving you feeling boneless, your grip on his shoulders tightens like youâll float away at any moment.
The way your velvety walls are squeezing him, your release soaking his length and the obscene sound it creates as he continues to fuck into you, have Jake right on the edge of his own high.Â
His head falls to your shoulder where he grunts deeply into the crook of your neck.Â
âSo good, baby. So good for me.â He praises, peppering sweet kisses to your hot skin, a stark contrast to the harsh force of his hips pounding against yours as they begin to lose their rhythm.Â
After a few more sloppy thrusts, Jake finishes inside you with a strangled groan. The familiar sensation of his cum filling your still-spasming walls pulls a contented sigh from your lips.Â
Jakeâs lips dot a trail of soft kisses along the heated skin of your shoulder and neck, then under your jaw before he lifts his face to be level with yours. Pressing his forehead against your own, the two of you stay there just breathing each other in as you catch your breath.
When the groomsmen realize just how much time has passed with still no sign of Jake, and with only minutes until the supposed start of the ceremony, Bradley is seeing red.Â
For a moment, jumping to the worst conclusion â that Jake may be standing his little sister up on her wedding day â and heâs just about ready to murder the groom.
Itâs only when Natasha knocks on the door to the groomsmensâ suite, looking frazzled as she asks him and the other Daggers if any of them have seen the bride, letting them know that youâve gone missing as well, that Bradley and his wife both quickly come to the realization that the two of you must be together.Â
So, Natasha and Bradley begin the hunt to find the soon-to-be newlyweds, the latter rolling his eyes before grumbling, âTheyâd better not be off somewhere fucking.â
Natasha only responds with a snicker because she knows thatâs probably exactly what the two of you were doing. She offers her grumpy husband a sympathetic look and gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze before they split up to search through the maze that is the halls of your wedding venue.Â
In no rush to move just yet, you and Jake just rest for a moment, foreheads pressed together, your body still sandwiched between his broad frame and the wall. His softening cock still inside of you, puffs of air warming each otherâs lips as shallow pants become more steady breaths.
You know that you and Jakeâs little er âdetourâ has almost definitely put things behind schedule for your big day, but in this moment you honestly couldnât care less.Â
When itâs just you and the love of your life, bodies intertwined and relishing in each otherâs warmth, shared breaths becoming one, you canât help but think that this day already couldnât be more perfect.
You feel a flurry of excitement, your heart bursting at the thought that itâs always going to be like this. Solace in the fact that youâre Jakeâs and heâs yours, that this is only the beginning of the rest of your lives together.Â
He seems to share in the sentiment, pulling back to admire you for a moment before you feel his smile against your skin when he lightly presses his lips to your forehead.Â
One of his hands reaches up to cradle your cheek, those green eyes are boring down into your own with that look of pure adoration once again as Jake moves to speak.
âGod, I canât wait to marry you,â His voice is breathy and full of aweâalmost a laugh, eyes crinkling up at the corners in that way that you love as his smile begins to take up more of his face. âIâm so happy that youâre gonna be my wife.â
âJakeâŚâ If you thought your heart was bursting before, you think itâs about ready to break free from your chest now, your eyes glistening with emotion as you lovingly look up at him through your lashes.
âYouâre gonna make me cry and I donât want to mess up my makeup any more than I probably already have,â
The two of you share a quiet laugh, smitten as ever as your hand makes its way up to cover his where it still rests on the side of your face. âBut, to have you as my husband⌠I couldnât be happier.â
Jake leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before whispering against them. âLove you, Sweets.â
Itâs only after you return his kiss and those three little words that have become as easy to you as breathing, that Jake finally pulls out of you and the two of you let out a simultaneous sigh.Â
He reaches down to where the mix of his and your release begins to dribble out of your spent hole, a shattered moan falling from your parted lips as your head lulls back against the wall once more.Â
Your legs begin to shake from the overstimulation as two of Jakeâs long fingers push his cum back into you, expertly thrusting them in and out a few times before pulling them out again, and you find yourself grateful for the sturdy wall behind you when he purposefully brushes them against your oversensitive clit, leaving you breathless as he shifts your panties back into place to keep his cum inside.Â
Your mind is cloudy of all things but Jake â his scent and his warmth and the feeling of his hands all over your skin, his pretty green eyes and his voice and his gorgeously cocky smirk â each one of your senses being invaded by him and you couldnât be more content.Â
And, you love knowing that underneath all the layers of fancy lace and tulle, right before the biggest moments of your lives, that you have his cum inside you.
Just as you part from one another, a knock on the door causes you to jump.Â
You can hear Natasha out in the hall calling out your names and you and Jake share a look, wearing matching guilty smiles.Â
However, itâs not long before his smile shifts into a more of a smirk, and you have to bite back a giggle as he rolls his green eyes playfully before leaning in to peck your cheek, pulling back to mouth the words âyou good?â.Â
With your grin and nod of confirmation, Jake leaves you with one more kiss, fastening the button on his pants and straightening out his dress shirt as he makes his way over to the door.
He pulls it open, still wearing that signature smirk on his face and Natasha glances up at him before she cautiously peeks her head in to see you too, hair smoothed out as much as you could manage on such short notice, the skirt of your wedding dress now back in place and hiding the fact that Jakeâs cum is soaking through your underwear and beginning to drip down your thighs.Â
âThank god youâre clothed. I wasnât looking to get scarred for life today.â Natasha breathes a sigh of relief and steps fully into the room.Â
âYouâre lucky you didnât find us five minutes earlier.â Jake chuckles as you lightly smack his chest, that ever-cocky smile on his handsome face that youâve come to love so very much over these last three years.Â
You canât help but snicker along with him when you catch sight of Natashaâs nose wrinkling in disgust.Â
âOk, ew⌠And youâre lucky I found you and not Bradley.â Natasha gives Jake a glare before clapping her hands in front of both of your faces. âNow come on, hurry the fuck up. The ceremony â your wedding ceremony â is about to start soon.â
You nod your head frantically, as if only just remembering where, and when, you are.
âRight, yeah! I just gotta go⌠clean up a bit.â you squeak out to your sister-in-law with a bashful grin before scurrying off the bathroom of the suite youâd snuck into.Â
Natasha just gives Jake a deadpan look that conveys her slight disgust before leaving the room, making her way out into the hall to call Bradley and let the him know that sheâs located the happy couple.Â
After taking care of the mess between your legs and wiping off the smudged remnants of your lipstick in the bathroom mirror, you return to find Jake, whoâs leaning up against the wall opposite the door, looking cool and calm and handsome as ever in his tux.Â
Making your way over to him, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting out a little snort as your hands reach up to delicately fix his hair where it sticks out in a few placesâno doubt from your tugging on it during your recent activities.Â
Once Jakeâs golden locks are back in a more presentable state, you smooth a hand down the nape of his neck, leaning up to attach your lips firmly to his.Â
Jake groans into it as his mouth moves against yours with just as much fervor, his hands reaching blindly for your waist to pull you in closer, and the two of you share one last passionate kiss that you hope conveys both your love for him and your excitement to be marrying him â though Jake already knows.Â
âAlright, Natashaâs going to kill me if I donât get back in the next two minutes.â You pull away from his lush lips, reluctantly and breathlessly, wanting to live in this moment with him forever.Â
Your arms unwrap themselves from behind Jakeâs neck, but you donât get very far when he reaches out to take one of your hands in his own, and you can tell heâs just as reluctant to end the moment too when he brings it up to his lips to kiss a trail from your knuckles to the tips of your fingers.
âYeah, Iâm not really looking forward to dealing with your brother either.âÂ
His words make you laugh in that sweet, boisterous way that heâs so ready to hear for the rest of his life and with that, Jake chuckles and lets you go, his hand still holding onto yours until youâre too far out of reach.Â
Jake calls out your name just as you reach the door and you stop short, turning around to face him just as you pull it open. You stand in the threshold, brows raised, and look at him expectantly.Â
âSee ya out there, my beautiful bride.â
Youâre surprised your cheeks donât perpetually hurt from how much this man makes you smile.
âWouldnât miss it for the world, my dashing groom.â You leave him with a playful wink and that intoxicating smile, in a flash of flowing white fabric as you quickly retreat into the hallway.Â
Jake chuckles to himself, moving over to the mirror to make sure he looks presentable, smoothing a hand over his hair and giving himself one last once-over before he makes his way back to his groomsmen.Â
Trailing behind Natasha, you quickly make your way through the halls back to the bridal suite, giving her your most innocent smile when she peers back at you over her shoulder with a pointed look.
Your sister-in-law sends you a half-hearted scoff and a playful roll of her brown eyes, but you can see the smirk just beginning to grow at the corner of her lips before she turns and reaches out to open the door.Â
âCome on.â Natasha half laughs, half groans, ushering you into the room.
Before you know it, youâve got a plethora of people surrounding you once again â one giving your dress a very last minute steam to get rid of any wrinkles your activities with Jake a few minutes earlier had caused, others rushing around to touch up your hair and makeup and to finally pin up your veil. Although, this time around, you find that youâre unbothered. Feeling a lot more at ease, and youâre back in tip-top shape in record time.Â
Youâre practically vibrating in excitement and anticipation as Natasha and the rest of your bridal party shower you with hugs and their own squeals of excitement and encouragement before they make their way outside to the beautifully set up venue to get into their places for the ceremony.Â
You give yourself one final once-over in the mirror, unable to curb the smile that grows at how beautiful you feel.Â
It's only a few moments later when Bradley pokes his head in the door once more to ask if youâre ready. He takes in the giddy â and much more self-assured than earlier â smile on your face when you turn to him and nod your head excitedly.Â
âYa know, you can still back out of this if you wanted.â Your brother jokes, his tone teasing as his mustached lips form into a sly grin.
With a punch to your older brotherâs shoulder, you pin Bradley with a pointed look and a sarcastic âha haâ.
âCome on, Iâm sure the Bronco would make a great getaway car!â He chuckles as your eyes widen in surprise.
âBradley!â You move to punch his arm again, but he quickly ducks out of the way this time, and though your eyes are now narrowed at him in a feigned scowl, Bradley can tell that youâre not really angry with him by the way your lips are fighting back pulling up into a smile.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll be sure to hold my peace when that part comes up.â He raises his hands up in surrender and you canât help but laugh along with Bradleyâs joke, though not without a playful shake of your head and roll of your eyes.Â
âYou better!â Your big brother flinches as you lurch at him again, but this time, instead of hitting him, your fingers reach up to pinch his ear and itâs like the two of you are kids again; you giggling maniacally while Bradley â now a big, tough 6â1 fighter pilot â yelps in pain, arms flailing as he tries to get out of your grip.
Heâd probably pull your hair like he did when you were kids too, if it wasnât all styled to perfection with your beautiful sheer veil pinned to the crown of it, all ready for your big day.Â
âI will, I will!â Bradley hisses through his teeth, chuckling as you release your hold on him to grab your bouquet thatâs a beautiful mix of both yours and Jakeâs favorite flowers, and then move to link your arm with his to begin the path down the hall. The path to the rest of your life and you couldnât be more excited.Â
As your brother guides you through the venueâs winding halls towards the doors to where the outdoor ceremony is being held, a gentle grin befalls your lips as you think about how you got here â and your big brotherâs part in all of it.Â
âYou know⌠I know you told all the guys at your wedding to steer clear of me.âÂ
Bradley stops in his tracks at your divulgence, pulling you to a quick stop as well and nearly tripping you over your heels and the fabric of your long wedding gown.
âYou wha- huh? You know?!âÂ
Admittedly, Bradley thought he was taking that secret to his grave.
âYeah, I know.â You canât help but giggle at your brotherâs flustered expression. âJake told me, a few months after we started dating.â
Youâve known for almost three years and you never said anything. Huh.Â
Bradley stands there with his lips parted, but no words are coming out. Heâs still in shock at the fact that youâre laughing about this.Â
âSo⌠youâre not mad?â He asks the question apprehensively, a grimace on his face as he awaits your answer.Â
âNo, Iâm not mad.â You shake your head, still smiling as an airy laugh escapes you.Â
âWell, maybe I was for like a second back then. But, I appreciate how much you want to protect me, Bradley. Even if it does make you an idiot sometimes.âÂ
You playfully roll your eyes and Bradley finally relaxes, shoulders dropping as he laughs along with you.Â
âFor what itâs worth, you and Jake actually arenât a half-bad couple.â You playfully smack his chest in response to the â albeit sweet â jest.Â
âThank you.â You beam up at your brother, content knowing that thatâs his way of letting you know he truly is happy for you and Jake.Â
Bradley links his arm with yours again and continues leading you towards the doors. âI wish Mom and Dad could see how beautiful you look today. Theyâd be so proud.âÂ
âOh, come on, Bradley! Youâre gonna make me cry off my makeup!â You whisper-yell at him half jokingly as you finally reach the doors that will lead you out to the ceremony â to where youâll very soon be married to the love of your life.Â
âMe too.â Giving Bradleyâs arm a gentle squeeze, the two of you share a smile, knowing that your parents will be there in spirit. And grateful for the fact that your uncle Mav whoâs always been like a third parent to you will be there too. âNow, come on. Letâs go get me married!â
The wedding ceremony goes off without a hitch â albeit a little bit later than planned.Â
When the music starts and Bradley walks you down the aisle, youâre surrounded by the smiling faces of friends and family.Â
Although, your eyes are only on Jake â looking so unbelievably handsome in his tux and his wide smile and you canât believe just how lucky you got â and his mossy green eyes are focused on only you.Â
Both of your eyes shine with tears and itâs as if only the two of you exist in that moment when you meet him at the altar, the two of you happily joining hands with matching lovesick grins adorning your faces.
Though heâll never admit it â and Natasha will never let him live it down â Bradley definitely shed a few tears himself as he listened to you and Jake exchange your vows.Â
Itâs been a long day of running around getting ready for the ceremony â and sneaking off for a quickie, of course â before marrying your soulmate in front of practically everyone you know, then taking countless family photos and enjoying a cocktail hour with your friends and family showering you and Jake in congratulations and well wishes.Â
But, itâs all worth it because youâre finally able to call Jake your husband and you couldnât be happier.
Youâre both more than ready for the reception, ready to let loose and enjoy your time together as a newlyweded couple.Â
After a nice dinner comes the best man and maid of honor speeches from Javy and Natasha, and a speech from Uncle Mav that includes a few embarrassing anecdotes about your childhood that have you giggling as you hide your face in Jakeâs shoulder.Â
Then itâs time for the newlyweds to make a toast before sharing your first dance to Fleetwood Macâs Everywhere, the first song you and Jake danced to on the night when you met three years ago at your brotherâs wedding.Â
The two of you hold each other close and sway along to the music without a care in the world, Jake dipping you towards the end of the song and claiming your lips in a long kiss that has the entire room cheering â although again, itâs as if you and Jake are the only two who exist in that moment.
When Jake pulls back from the kiss, one of his large palms is still cupping your cheek, fingers gently grazing your skin as his green eyes gaze down at you in adoration.Â
âI canât believe youâre my wife.â He lightly shakes his head in disbelief. âIâm never gonna stop saying that â my wife.â
Youâre smiling against one anotherâs lips as you pull Jake down for another kiss, giggling when you mouth parts from his.Â
âI love you so much, my husband.â
You can see that familiar look of both adoration and hunger beginning to overtake Jakeâs features in response to your words as your first dance comes to an end.
After sharing what would traditionally be a father-daughter dance with Mav, he returns you into your husbandâs loving arms as others begin to join in on the fun, the dance floor now filling up with your guests.Â
Jake sees his opportunity to whisk you away from the dancefloor, using the commotion to make a sneaky getaway â again.Â
You should be used to it by now â his large hand warmly encompassing yours and pulling you along with him â but you still canât help the giggles that break free as you quicken your pace to match his as best as you can in your heels, sprinting until the two of you have disappeared from dancefloor, and soon from your wedding reception entirely.  Â
Out of the ballroom doors and into the empty hallway, the loud music and sounds of your guests having fun now a muffled to barely-there background noise, you find yourself alone with Jake. Your husband.
You pull on Jakeâs hand to bring him to a stop in front of you, turning him around and pulling him in closer to you as you lean your back against the closed door, gazing up at him with a lip-bitten smile.Â
âWhat are we doing?â You question through a breathless laugh, although youâre pretty sure you already know the answer.Â
Jakeâs broad frame crowds you in closer to the door and you find your breaths coming in quicker as he presses the front of his body up against yours.
Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down even closer, his nose gently brushing yours, lips just shy of touching your own. His breath fans against them and it sends a shiver down your spine, a jolt going straight to your core when he speaks.
âWell, weâve gotta consummate our marriage, Sweets.â Jake whispers against you, his mouth just barely grazing your own. âAnd Iâd like to consummate it as soon as possible.â
The evident hunger in his voice has you frantically nodding against him, eyes still squeezed shut when you feel his front press impossibly closer to you â and the growing bulge there. âYeah?â
âYeah, honey. Gonna consummate the shit out of you.âÂ
Jakeâs whispered words, and their mirthy tone, have you bursting into a fit of giggles, your head falling back against the door behind you. His own laugh joins in with yours as you shake your head at his silliness. You love this man so much.
Your hands reach up to the sides of his neck to pull your husband down for a kiss, lips and teeth clashing as neither of you can break the smiles from your faces.Â
âYouâre such a dork, Seresin.â You whisper sweetly against Jakeâs lips.
âYeah, but you love it⌠Mrs. Seresin.â His large hands squeeze your hips, both the heat you feel on your skin through the lacy fabric of your dress and the name making you giddy.
âWell⌠lead the way, Mr. Seresin!âÂ
Youâre unable to contain the massive smile that breaks out on your face as Jake presses one last kiss to your lips, before grabbing your hand and beginning to pull you along with him once more, and you donât care where takes you as long as your hand gets to be intertwined with his for the rest of your lives.Â
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cw: perv!sunghoon. sunghoon does your laundry so: panty sniffing.. and licking, possessiveness, exhibitionism, praise, overstim, hands free orgasm again (?), dry humping but solo (???), sunghoon creams his pants twice lmfaoooo what a loser.
a/n: nastiest thing i've ever written so if it isn't for you, i get it đ
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sunghoon knows its wrong. he knows its gross, a little fucked up but he can't help it. especially not when you ask him to wash your laundry with his to save on some money.
he couldnt help but dig through your pile, searching desperately for it and- oh! he's found it.
a worn pair of your panties. they're different than he imagined. he's spent hours thinking about it before. he thought they'd be plain, no lace, no pattern. multiple pairs but not alot of difference in color. mainly ones that match your skin tone. you wear alot of light clothing and he sees nothing when his eyes scan your body, spending more time on your ass than anything else. he knows that you dont wear low rise anything so they must be high cut? maybe hipsters? he's sure its nothing out of vanilla for you.
so why would you own a pair of white, bikini shaped, lace trim panties? this soils the picture he had of you in his head. all of his research- all of this knowledge he had of you.
he inspects the garment in his hand. this can't be yours right? sunghoon brings the thin, thin piece of clothing to his nose. it's definitely yours. he can smell the faint scent of your body wash on them.
now he's upset; nearly distraught. why would you own a pair of panties like this? who would you need to impress-
were you fucking other men? were you- sunghoons stomach drops- were you letting them taint you? a different, even more devastating thought springs forward and sunghoon is nauseous. are you not a virgin?
the sadness fades and is replaced by wild, unadulterated anger. his fist closes around the flimsy cloth. god hes upset, frustrated nearly to tears but never at you. never at you. you could never do wrong, his perfect angel. his pretty princess would never do wrong. he knows this, but he's got to take action. do something to solve this issue, make you clean again.
sunghoon brings the panties up to his nose and lets out a whimper at the scent, its tangy but theres a hint of sweetness. fuck, he's hard now. he palms the outline of his cock through his sweats; you smell so good. he knew it, knew that you'd smell good. he tracks what you eat, when you eat it, how you eat it. he makes sure to prepare good, balanced meals for you. he buys you all of your multi-vitamins, tracks the amount of water you drink to make sure you're never dehydrated. he knew you'd smell good, he made it that way.
he feels his cock leak into his underwear. he knows its wrong, knows its fucked up and dirty, but he does it anyway. his tongue pokes out to lick the center of your panties- oh. oh. his eyes roll to the back of his head. it tastes- no, no. you taste good. he feels precum dribble out of his cock and now he feels his underwear get a little damp.
he presses his palm harder against his crotch and takes another, more confident lick at the spot where your pretty pussy would've laid and now he's whining and humping into his hand like a fucking dog. he stumbles at the sensation and catches himself on a washer and he's reminded that this is a public laundromat on campus. a more secluded one, but public nonetheless. the thought of someone catching him makes his head spin.
everyone knew you were roommates. you were so, so popular amongst your peers. so sweet and kind, a smile that lights up a room, an infectious, contagious giggle. and sunghoon, who was so, so handsome but as much as he was handsome, he was shy. didn't talk much to anyone. except for you. he'd stroll with you as you bounced next to him, talking about your day as you both walked back to your dorm.
what better way to claim you than for someone to walk in and see him fucking himself and holding your panties up to his face. the thought turns him on so much that he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a strangled moan.
god he needs it. he needs to fuck you in front of the whole campus. all of those men that violated your princess parts- he needs them to watch as he stuffs his girthy length into your pussy. he wants them to watch as he stretches you out. he's sure you'd struggle against him as what he had in girth he also had in length, but he knows you'd like it. he knows you'd love being filled up by him. by him.
he's so fucking mad. how could they? he slams the fist holding your panties on the washer as he continues to fuck and grind into his hand.
fuck those men that defiled you. fuck them for touching you that way, putting their filthy hands on your precious body. he'd fix that. cleanse you. cum all over your pretty frame, cover you in it. your face, your tits, cum on and in your tight little cunt. he prays you'd let him fuck your ass too so he could fill that up as well- shit.
he feels it coming. he feels the onslaught of pleasure start to pour into his body. he wants to hold off- wants to hold his cum until he can spill it inside of you but he cant. he's gonna cream his pants like hes a teenager again.
he laps at your panties again and he cant wait to taste your pussy. he can't wait until he can eat you out for hours, have you cum on his tongue over and over and- oh-
his eyes squeeze shut again and he bites his lip to try and conceal his moans. he can't tell if its working though, his ears are ringing and the only thing he can think of is roughly humping his hand to get off.
he whines and whines and whines as he feels himself let go, ropes of cum seeping through his underwear. its spurt after spurt and now his hand is wet and its starting to stain his sweats but he cant stop. his cock has a mind of its own, twitching and jumping and fuck- he's so sensitive.
he stops cumming, stops shooting his load into his underwear. he whimpers and removes his hand from his pants but his hips are still stuttering against nothing.
god he wants to feel it. he wants to know how it'll feel when he slides his cock into your warm, tight, wet cunt. he wants to feel his balls slap against your ass from how hard he's fucking you. he wants to feel your pussy gush around him, cover his cock and balls in your juices. he hopes he can make you squirt so you can drench him in you and- no. no no no-
sunghoons knees knock together as he feels himself cum in his pants again and he might actually pass out this time. its dry, nothings coming out but he feels euphoric. his hips fuck into the air and its so fucking gross, he feels so gross and so dirty but its only for you. only for his pretty princess.
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