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yoonia · 3 days ago

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Red Vibe (M)

— A lover who enjoys driving you crazy with his wicked plans, a feral need of pleasure that is uneasy to be tamed, and a lavish wedding that your man always finds himself getting bored in. When Yoongi says it’s playtime, you have no choice but to have him play with you the way he pleases.

— subtitle: Chance of Pleasure | pairings: min yoongi x f. reader | genre: pwp, established relationship!au, DBSM, Smut | word count: 11,510 words

— ratings & warnings: +18/Mature; explicit sex scene, dom!Yoongi, sub!reader, d/s dynamic, sexual tension, dirty talk (lots and lots of them), sex toys, anal plug, pet names, praise kink, double penetration, light bondage, panty stuffing, choking, humiliation, hand job, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, fingering, clit play, clothed sex, groping, grinding, breast play, public exposure, public sex, rough sex, exhibitionism/exhibition kink, teasing, begging, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, aftercare (minor), creampie.

— fic drop date: March 29th, 2025

— story note: while this fic is a part of a series, this story specifically can be read as a standalone. This was supposed to be posted on Yoongi’s birthday, but so many things happened and here we are. Roughly edited, but I hope you can still enjoy reading this one.

Yoongi enjoys placing you on the line of peril and exhilaration. To do as he pleases as he puts you on the edge of undeniable lust, no matter the time and place.

Just like what he is doing to you now.

You can sense the movements coming from all around you, yet you are unable to take heed of their presence. The clicking sounds of cutleries and plates and the chattering sounds of the people in the room all become white noise.

The only sounds that you can hear right now are the humming sound coming from below, as the constant vibration which has been going on for a while from between your legs continues—sometimes increasing its speed before slowing down again right when your body is beginning to tremble, unable to withstand the pressure and the sensations that it keeps bringing up on you.

Then comes the sound of your heartbeat, which is rapidly rising the more tense you feel at the thought of someone else in the room noticing what is happening underneath your dress. Followed by the sound of your breath, which keeps getting strained each time you are holding back from erupting while under the public’s eyes or quickens when the pleasure heightens.

Everything seems to mesh together as the coil in your stomach is threatening to unleash itself and push you right over the edge.

Looking across the dinner table, your gaze meets Yoongi’s dark ones. His wicked intention is written all over his face, shown also on his smile, while you see pure lust in his eyes that are also glowing with mirth and a sense of knowing as he knows what you are enduring.

Using one hand to raise his glass of wine, Yoongi keeps the other hidden under the napkin which is spread right next to his dinner plate. Beneath, he holds a dark secret from any perusing eyes that might be curious about the two of you.

The same dark secret which is now causing the vibration between your legs to grow more intense, its speed increasing the moment he notices how hard you are clenching at your cutleries while you find yourself unable to savour your fancy dinner.

“Do you not take the meal to your liking, princess? I’m not seeing you taking any bite of that pasta dish you craved so much,” Yoongi teases you with a low voice, feigning his innocence as he lifts his glass to his lips, covering the wicked grin he is giving you.

You lick your lips as you try to control your breath, trying your best not to let out any sound that may draw attention your way. Deep down, you are swamped with a mix of emotions: an urge to cry out, the desire to stab your fork onto the back of his hand in desperation, and the need to beg that he would give you permission to let go so you can end all of this.

But Yoongi always follows his own rules.

You are always given a chance to end playtime when you are feeling uncomfortable. But with the way you are being challenged now, with you already hanging on the precipice of your release, ending things will only mean you are denied the wonderful bliss that you were promised to when he first commanded you to wear this vicious thing so deep inside your pussy.

This was obviously not what you had in mind when you first asked him to be your plus one to tonight’s event.

While it wouldn’t be uncommon for Yoongi to have a crazy idea of starting a playtime whenever he would like, and you have grown used to him picking any random time and place for it—even if it means having fun with you in a public place until you fall apart in his hands—surely, you didn’t think he would do this during your close friend’s wedding reception.

You had expected that Yoongi might find it uncomfortable to be in this kind of setting. That’s why at first, you had expected that he would refuse when you asked him to come with you tonight. You should have probably expected that he had something up in his sleeves when he easily agreed, and had even promised to help you prepare for this night.

The first giveaway should have been the packages waiting for you on the bed when you got home from the hairdresser.

The first package contained the red wine strap dress that you are wearing tonight—with the kind of red that looks so sultry even from the first glance. It’s a lengthy dress which ends at your calves, elegant enough for a formal event, but with a split that reaches up your hips, allowing you to move fluidly around the outdoor wedding venue.

The straps hanging on your shoulders are thin. Judging from the way Yoongi kept playing on them each time you were sitting close to him, he had chosen the dress while having a dark intention which involves him pulling and snapping them off of you. While the rest of the dress covers your skin just enough, the front cleavage drops just enough to draw Yoongi’s attention all night long, despite knowing that you have been carrying a few other—and way more sinful—secrets hidden underneath the dress.

The second package he left you contained a specific tool that now has you squirming in your seat. No, not the one that is now coming alive with the press of a finger while Yoongi is watching you closely. But the one that is making you feel so full and your senses heightened from behind. Staying true to his pattern, the anal plug he gifted to you came in the colour red, matching the colour of the dress that he bought you.

If that had not been enough to let you know that he had every intention of having you wear the pair for tonight’s invitation, then the note that he left behind along with the packages would,

“Be a good girl and wear this pretty dress for me tonight. But right before you put on the dress, I want to see you waiting for me on your knees when I get home, and make sure that I can see you with this plug as the only accessory adorning your skin. I’m sure they would be a wonderful pair to make you shine tonight.”

You remember the way your heartbeat was racing so rapidly as you did what he asked of you, when you waited for his return with the dress laid down on the foot of the bed, with you on your knees, with not a single piece of clothing on your skin and the red plug buried deep inside your rear entrance.

Yoongi took his sweet time returning home, knowing that the more you wait, the more your body would grow sensitive and ready for him to do as he wishes. It wasn’t until much later when Yoongi finally arrived home—not until once your body and muscles were strained in wait and your anticipation had built up so intensely.

By the time he entered the room, the discomfort you felt from the presence of the anal plug inside you was starting to grow numb. It took only one look into his eyes to know that your torment was far from over. As he reached out to brush your hair back from your face, you noticed that he was carrying something else in his other hand—yet another mysterious package which was a bit smaller than the ones he left you with.

Curiosity washed over you the moment you saw it. A flutter rose in your chest, yet without his permission to speak, there was no way you could question him about it, nor was there a chance for you to prepare yourself for what was coming. Playtime had already started ever since the moment you put on the anal plug, so there was nothing you could do but wait.

“Look at you. Such a beautiful sub, all ready for me,” he praised you then while playing with the strands of hair which fell as a frame on the side of your face. “Were you waiting for me so I can dress you?”

“Yes, I did,” you answered with a sigh while instinctively tilting your head up to embrace his touch.

“Good girl,” he praised you once again. As always, his praises worked like a charm, making you feel good for following his instructions. It quickly brought out a wave of flutters which then travelled its way down, heading straight towards where the hot coil is forming in your belly before going further down south.

“But there’s still something missing,” he added as his sly grin widened. “I still have another thing for you that would make everything complete.”

You looked up at him then, ready to question what he meant when he stepped back and gave you another command, “Come to me and bend over at the foot of the bed for me.”

Hearing this, your eyes went to the box he was carrying while trying to guess what he was up to. Taking his hand, you allowed him to help you step down from the bed and turn you around to have your back facing him. Resting your hands and elbows on the bed, you bent down, taking the exact position he wanted to see you in. With your hips raised and your bare bottom pointed up towards him, your muscles tightened and pulsed around the plug, and your legs trembled when it almost seemed to extend inside you.

As if the sensation was not enough, Yoongi reached down and touched the end of the plug. He began pressing it down lightly until he drew the sound of your moans, to which he hummed in approval at how pleasant you were responding to him.

“So beautiful. So perfect. I knew this would be perfect for you,” you heard him say beyond the sounds you were making. Even the sound of your pulsing blood was slowly drowning his voice as the heat in your body began to increase when he started moving the plug in and out, stretching your muscles when he deliberately slowed each time the thickest part of the plug came past your tight rim.

But his praises came to you like an enchanting spell.

It gave you pleasure to be able to please him, and in return, it drew the same sensation rushing through your body that you felt the heat of your arousal slipping between your legs, building and flooding with each pulse you felt coming to wake inside your core. He pressed the plug down harder until it was settled nicely in place once again, leaving nothing else but the faint spasms that still remained after his wicked ministrations and the pulses between your folds. A few seconds passed before he slid his fingers lower, finding you already getting slick with your arousal.

“So wet,” he hummed, while you gasped when his fingers rubbed gently between your folds, spreading your slickness and stretching you as he slid his fingers into your pussy.

Yoongi slowed down for a bit, feeling the way your muscles pulsed around the digits. And then he bent down, kissing the back of your neck, distracting you from the faint clicking sound as he flipped the box open and took its content out with his other hand.

“And sadly so empty,” he said, the words almost slipping away from you when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and bare from his touch.

His touch left you only for a brief moment, until you felt something pushing between your folds—something that felt shape solid and firm, but soft and slick on the surface. Before you had any chance to figure out what it was, Yoongi gave it a light push, and it slid past your slick entrance easily, replacing his missing fingers inside your heat.

Your body jolted and tensed as it inched deeper, a reaction which Yoongi immediately noticed. His free hand came down to your hips, caressing you gently to soothe you before he continued to push this atrocious thing he was trying to fit inside your throbbing pussy.

“Relax, baby. Don’t fight it. Let me in,” he continued coaxing you, slipping small praises in between when you slowly began to relax.

Your body trembled slightly as Yoongi continued by gently easing the object inside you, yet you simply took it with a low hum, softly moaning as your muscles began contracting around it. Without giving any restrictions this time.

“That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing a good job, I’m so proud of you.”

His praises almost got you to start tearing up. Warmth came fluttering inside your chest while you tried your best to follow his words until you felt the thing buried completely inside you. Your muscles tightened around it, pulsing against the girth as it settled within you, then Yoongi drew his hands back. Another click is heard beyond the sounds of your breathing, and suddenly, the mysterious invader inside you started humming, and it came alive with a steady vibration that had you crying out and almost stumbling down onto the bed.

Just when you felt like you were taken onto the next height, Yoongi put everything to a stop and helped you return to your position. He bent down, his chest pressing against your back as he gave a gentle kiss at your temple, rewarding you for staying strong and for not falling over. Then you felt him straightening himself back up. You could almost feel the heat of his gaze as he silently took the sight of you in, as if taking his time marvelling at his own work.

“I always love seeing you in red,” he whispered to you as he looked down, his gaze was fully on the red butt plug you were wearing, then on the red vibrator peeking out of your wet folds.

Your body twitched when he gently brushed your skin, rubbing gently on you starting from your hips and down to your bare bottom to soothe you to relax, even if he stayed clear from touching the toys he planted inside you.

“Wear them nicely for me tonight, and I’ll reward you immensely.”

A jolt comes through your body when Yoongi switches the speed of the vibration once again, bringing you back to the present.

A curious look appears on his face as he tilts his head, as if he is wondering just how you seem to be able to let your mind wander elsewhere, even while you are being stimulated by his actions. But not anymore, when the speed changes every few seconds, making you feel like you are being punished indirectly with continuous attacks. It is starting to take a lot from you just to stay still and keep your hips from rocking to ride the sensation you are being given.

“What is it, sweetheart? Is everything alright?” Yoongi’s voice breaks through your daze, drawing your attention back to him.

Back to the dinner party, the wedding venue and the happy new couple that are now celebrating with a dance on the open dance floor just right outside of the dining tent, and the vibrating toy that keeps rubbing against your pulsing walls and making you feel so full. With how long it has been lodged deep inside you and how constant the vibration has been going, the device has not only been pushing itself against your sweet spot, but it has also been pushing against the plug that is filling you from behind.

It almost feels as if you have two cocks penetrating you from front to back. The way the vibrator is shaking in rapid movements and speed—sometimes changing unpredictably—makes it seem like the plug is also moving in tune, that you keep coming close to losing your composure.

“Everything is just—”

A gasp cuts you off when Yoongi switches the control without a word or a warning, causing the device to rock inside you with an intense speed, spreading tremors through your body and stimulating your clitoris from within. But you catch yourself before a moan can slip out of your lips. You take a brief moment to control your breath—and your voice—to continue, “Everything is fine.”

“Is that so?” he asks, his gaze never wavering from you as he takes in every single reaction you are giving him. The gentle smile spreading on his face seems misleading—the perfect mask to cover the wicked scheme going through his head right now.

You can only guess what people around you might be seeing should they glance over to your table—a caring man who keeps paying close attention to his lover, as he continues to keep his eyes on you and inquires about your comfort.

None of these other guests would know the truth. That your sweet lover is just enjoying the show while you are hanging by a thread, struggling to hide the secret hidden in his hand, that he is slowly leading you towards your release without even the touch of his hands on your skin.

“Perhaps you need something—more, to please your palate?”

For a brief moment, you wonder what he is trying to ask you. You know for sure that he isn’t referring to the meal that you are having, as you’ve barely even touched your plate except for the first few bites you had when the toy hadn’t been activated. There is no need to confirm your thoughts so openly, however, when Yoongi does it himself as he switches the toy once again.

Instead of giving you a steady vibration, the toy moves in rapid pulses, making it seem as if it is moving back and forth, pressing left to right. The sensation is starting to feel overwhelming, and you can only clench your hands tightly to hold still while your thighs are quivering under your dress. When you squirm back on your seat, your hips begin rocking against the pressure you feel from the plug that seems to be moving in unison with the toy as your muscles are clenching around the girth.

The pulses coming from the front of your body to the back, the way the toy seems to be working its way deeper, thrusting against your sweet spot when your hips involuntarily move to meet each pulse you are receiving, everything becomes too much that you can no longer stop it when the waves of pleasure continue rising, increasing so rapidly that you can feel your orgasm coming so soon.

The fact that you are about to erupt in a pleasurable bliss right in front of these unsuspecting guests almost goes right over your head. It seems to be making the entire experience feel more intense than ever before.

A small moan escapes you when you feel the first spasm of your climax erupting within you. But before you can embrace it, Yoongi immediately lowers the speed, denying your release. Within seconds, everything comes to a halt, and your muscles are pressing against two solid trinkets embedded within you with nothing more but the ghost of the toy’s violating ministrations as Yoongi sets it to stop.

“Are you done with your meal? You look a bit warm. Why don’t we go out to take a walk in the garden so you can get a breath of fresh air before we join the other guests in a dance?” Yoongi says, feigning calmness. His offer seems innocent, yet you can see in his eyes that he may have other plans than helping you cool off right after he placed you near the edge of your climax.

Without waiting for your response, Yoongi slips out of his seat. Tugging the front lapels of his suit jacket, he walks over to your side and takes your hand in his as he helps you rise to your feet. With his palm pressing the small of your back, he helps you steady yourself on your feet. Once you manage to keep your balance without swaying, he presses his lips on your temple and begins leading both of you to the open garden, away from prying eyes.

The cold breeze that welcomes you outside of the dining tent feels heavenly.

The soft tune of music that you weren’t able to pay much attention to earlier comes clearer now that the haze in your mind is slowly fading. With the pace that Yoongi is going, he allows you a longer break from his torment. Only that it makes you desperate at the same time, as your entire body is still feeling the ghosts of your denied release.

As if it isn’t enough, Yoongi makes a few stops as he greets some other guests whom he is familiar with. He makes you join him to share a casual greeting to an old friend who is attending the party, then a small chat with a mutual friend of yours and his who is related to the bride.

The third time he stops is when you come across a couple who you haven’t met for a while. As Yoongi begins chatting with them, he pulls you close by your waist, keeping you to his side. Moments pass by, as the conversation flows and you are beginning to forget why he took you out here in the first place, he slips his other hand into his pocket, and the vibrator springs to life again.

Your muscles clench around it as if your body is desperately trying to prevent it from slipping out of your heat. Your legs tremble as it continues pressing against your walls, yet Yoongi acts like he isn’t aware of your struggles as he continues chatting with the couple in front of you.

The device shifts, changing its pace and causing your muscles to clench harder around it, only to trigger an intense shudder running through your body which is enough to make your knees grow weak.

In an instant, you rest your hand on his arm, clutching tightly for dear life while you keep yourself balanced against him. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” he gently asks you with his lips pressing against your hair.

You bite your lip, knowing that the moment you open your mouth, a moan will slip out of you instead of an answer. “Hmmm, well?” he asks again, and you inwardly curse at him for being so cheeky.

“I’m…fine,” you finally answer him while forcing a smile on your face,

“Ah, that’s right. I promised to walk you around before sharing a dance with you, didn’t I?” Yoongi asks, teasing you while once again feigning innocence. He turns to the other guests and bids his goodbye, “Excuse me for cutting our reunion short, but a promise is a promise. I hope we’ll be able to talk soon.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you both. I hope we see each other again another time,” the other man says, though you can barely pay any mind to his words when your head is throbbing as violently as the rush of heat flowing through your body, all caused by the intruding device still vibrating inside you.

Yoongi continues to guide you through the open venue once you part ways with the other couple. But instead of taking you to the spot where some guests are dancing outside of the dining tent, he guides you to the side, towards the open garden that is slightly away from where the main event is being held.

Walking past a few sculptures adorning the garden and some properly trimmed rose bushes, the two of you arrive nearly at the edge of the garden. Tall green hedges lined up around you, serving almost like a green wall which creates a secluded space deep within the garden. There is a path leading between the hedges, off to the area illuminated only by recessed lighting coming from the ground, and this is where Yoongi takes you.

It’s a fairly clear night, with a full moon only occasionally buffeted by clouds. The moonlight makes it possible for this area to not seem at all too dark compared to the part of the garden where the wedding tents are put up. Yoongi stops behind one of the green hedges and rubs his hand down your hips as he turns you to face him.

“Has our short walk helped clear your head, sweetheart?”

A whimper escapes you as you lean against Yoongi. At this point, your entire body is shaking. You can barely remember the walk you had to get to this point when you couldn’t focus on anything else but the vibration happening between your legs. It was a miracle that you were even able to put one foot in front of the other, even if you had to rely solely on Yoongi to keep you from falling.

Now, once you no longer have to hide your reactions, you instantly fall into Yoongi’s arms. Your legs can no longer hold your weight with how much they are shaking beneath the dress. Your body is tense, drained by your continuous effort to hold yourself back while trying your best to keep the vibrator buried between your walls during the walk.

“Yoongi, I can’t—” you gasp, moaning softly as the rhythm changes again, the device inside you moving rapidly with a new speed as Yoongi once again controls it with a flick of a finger.

“What is it, sweetheart? Tell me,” Yoongi whispers against your lips, teasing you with a kiss. “What do you need?”

“I need…to cum. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” you beg him with a whisper, desperate for release.

Chuckling softly, Yoongi takes a step back and looks down. “Hike up your skirt, baby. Let me have a good look at you,” he says, his command coming out softly through his lips.

You know that he isn’t asking to look at you,but the part of you that he has been playing with all evening.

With trembling fingers, you pull up the front of your dress, pulling it up just enough for Yoongi to have a look at your shaking thighs, your soiled panties, and the slickness that has been flooding down your center as the toy continues to vibrate under your thin panties.

“What a beautiful sight to see,” he muses, and all so suddenly, the heat in your center rises intensely under the heat of his gaze. Having him looking straight at your covered pussy makes you feel hot, when you are already burning inside under the work of his little gifts inside you.

“Now let’s see,” you hear him murmuring as he reaches out, his hand coming between your legs, pressing down the vibrator from over your panties. A jolt of pleasure shoots right through you, causing you to cry out. “Sshh, you need to keep it down, baby. You don’t want anyone to find out what we’re doing, do you?”

Opening your eyes to see his wicked grin, you follow the flicker of his gaze to look over your shoulder and see the party still going on not too far away. Granted, he had taken you to a fair distance from the main venue, but you are still close enough to hear the sounds coming from the reception—the music, the chattering shared by the mingling guests, and the melody coming from the dancing couples filling the dance area.

You can almost breathe in the scents coming from the party—the scented candles, the flowers, the appetising dinner which you failed to savour.

“You see? Even if we’re hidden in the dark, we are still close enough for people to notice that something is amiss,” Yoongi whispers as he tips your chin to turn you back to him. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you nod, doing your best to keep your voice steady, “Understood.”

“Good girl,” Yoongi praises you with a kiss on your temple, which is both soothing and testing when it draws more reactions from your body. You bite your lips when you feel the brush of his fingers coming across your slit once again, holding back the moan that is threatening to escape.

“Do you want to cum?” he whispers to your ear. His deep voice alone nearly brings you to your knees. He makes it even harder for you to keep it together when he keeps touching your hot folds with the tips of his fingers through your thin panties, teasing you just enough to make you tremble.

“Yes, Sir. Please—”

“How badly do you want it?”

“I need it. I’m so close, Yoongi,” you whine and whimper and beg. You have been so close since earlier when you were sitting down to enjoy dinner. Slipping away from the party with Yoongi keeping you close has made you more aware of how close you have been to tipping over the edge. “I can’t hold back. Please.”

Your hips rock against his hand as he presses down on the vibrator, nearly sending you to the verge of climax. You can feel it as it begins to rise, your walls clenching around the device, which only heightens the sensation now running through your body. You know that he can feel it too, both from the way your body is reacting to his touch—as you arch back against his palm resting on the small of your back—and the way your fingers are digging into his arm.

He gently rubs against your clit with his thumb, drawing more and more gasping sounds coming out of your lips. And then he goes even further by spreading his palm across your center until you feel a nudge at the tail end of the plug buried in your rear entrance. He presses both toys at the same time, stimulating your muscles, which almost becomes your undoing.

Yet, the moment you are ready to fall over the edge, Yoongi sneakily pulls his fingers away, taking all the delightful pressure away with his touch.

“No, Yoongi—” you gasp, which earns a gentle kiss on your lips to keep you quiet—both from your words and your thoughts.

“Uh-uh, not yet,” he murmurs against your lips. You can almost feel his smirk in the kiss, even if your head is spinning with how intense your need for release feels right at this moment.

“But—”

Smiling, Yoongi lifts his hand and brushes his thumb across your lips. “Show me how badly you need it, sweetheart,” he says to you as he moves his other hand to the back of your neck, gently guiding you to lower yourself to your knees. “Show me how much you deserve it.”

It’s not hard to understand what he is insinuating as you slowly come to the ground. Quickly, you adjust the skirt of your dress and plant your knees on the dry paving below your feet, doing your best not to soil your dress as you follow Yoongi’s instruction.

You look up, hands reaching up to his belt and making a quick work to free his cock from his pants. It doesn’t take long before you have the length of his still semi-hard cock in your palm. With a few gentle strokes, he soon grows firm and ready for you.

With his palm on the back of your head, Yoongi guides you to lean closer to him. You keep your eyes on him as you plant a kiss on the tip of his cock, then your tongue comes out for a lick, tasting the pre-cum leaking out of his slit. Yoongi continues to watch you with his deep, dark gaze as you continue to kiss and lick his cock, never taking his eyes away. A sublte gasp comes out of his lips when you open your lips and take a few inches of his cock into your warm mouth.

Yoongi lets out a groan and stills, allowing you to manage your pace. Flattening your tongue under the length of his cock, you start gently, taking him inch by sweet inch into your mouth. Your head bobs back and forth, his cock going in and out of your mouth, and you continue until you feel him getting deeper, and deeper, the tip soon hitting the back of your mouth as you keep taking more of him.

“You look so hot tonight, baby. When you were trying to stop yourself from cumming in the middle of the dining area. It was a delightful sight to watch you trembling with the vibe, it was turning me on to see it.” Yoongi continues to coax and praise you with a few sighs slipping out of his lips as he savours the sensation building up in his body. He looks at you fondly, watching you as you continue to slide your mouth along the length of his cock, going from the tip and almost down to the base, and repeat.

“You’re taking my cock so well, baby,” he praises you with a deep grunt, “Like a good girl. Now, take me deeper. Let me fuck your throat.”

You take a deep breath through your nose and loosen your jaw so you can take more of him. Soon, you can feel his cock slipping through your throat, drawing a series of low grunts and moans coming out of his lips—a worthy reward to inspire you to keep going. Yoongi begins rocking his hips, thrusting and fucking your mouth in seek of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it. Take me deep and swallow me,” he continues coaxing you, his hand giving you a gentle push to guide you to take him deeper. Holding back your gag reflex, you take another deep breath through your nose and sink further down his length, taking as much as you can until you reach the base, drawing a deep, pleasured groan from him.

Forming a circle with your thumb and forefinger, you wrap them around the base of his cock and continue bobbing your head down his length. Your mouth and jaw are beginning to feel sore, but the more you feel him tremble, the more you are eager to give him more.

Taking him as deep as you possibly can, you ignore the tightness in your throat as you swallow him and move your hand down to reach his sacks. You take him gently in your palm, giving him a nice brush and knead while you let him sink his cock in your throat to the point you feel like coughing, and that almost does him in.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, his hand pressing gently at the back of your head to keep you in position while he rides the surge of pleasure almost sending him to his release.

You are slowly losing your breath, yet the more he keeps you restrained, nearly choking on his rigid cock, the more your body heats up. As if pleasuring him this way and making him unravel will be enough to put you over the edge. It comes to you like a wave, causing your core to pulse around the vibrator that is still shaking gently inside you.

Yoongi slowly releases you at the sound of your whimper, giving you a chance to breathe. Your body shivers when Yoongi switches the vibrator once more, causing it to move at a different speed, sending you rocking back to feel the anal plug hitting deeper, reminding you of its presence.

“Touch yourself. Make sure not to let the toy fall out of you and don’t come until I allow you to,” Yoongi orders you gently, his voice straining with how much he is enjoying this. You can tell that he is also already on the edge, yet he still focuses on putting you in the same position, leaving you desperate when you can’t feel his touch.

With your hand still playing with his balls, you wrap your mouth around his cock once again, going up and down his length while lightly sucking him each time you go back up the tip. With your other hand, you reach down, slipping your fingers between your legs to find your center. Your fingers are slightly trembing as you slide them down your covered slit, finding your clit which has been throbbing and swelling.

You give yourself a nice, slow rub, pressing down lightly on your bud, following the rhythm of the vibrator still going on within. It feels exhilarating when the rush of pleasure washes over your body. The feeling intensifies further when a cold breeze flows across the garden, brushing against your exposed skin—a reminder that you are out in the open, with the chance of someone catching you acting so wantonly with your lover’s cock buried in your mouth.

Your entire body shudders as you picture seeing yourself through a stranger’s eyes. Strangely enough, it’s not out of shame, but more of an excitement and thrill. It quickly sends you near the edge. You can feel it coming, causing you to moan around his cock when the telltale of your climax forms like a tight coil at your center. Every warning he gave you about coming to your release without his permission flies out of your head.

You are so close.

Just one little rub and you are there. You can feel it.

With a deep moan, you give yourself another rub, pressing hard on your clit. It sends your hips rocking, riding the delightful rhythm going on inside you. From front to back, you feel every part of you pulsing and the toys inside you pressing all the right places.

And then, just as you are about to reach your climax, Yoongi gently pries you away from his cock, snapping you out of your haze.

“Were you trying to steal an orgasm from me?” he accuses you with a click of his tongue, and you immediately pull your hand away. Your clit pulses and throbs at the absence of your touch. The vibrator is still humming, keeping you at bay without pushing you enough to your release.

“N-no, I promise,” you immediately defend yourself, your face flushing with guilt. You know that Yoongi can see through your lies, but he chooses to say nothing about it.

“Get on your feet, sweetheart,” he gently orders you instead. Taking your hands in his, he helps you up, keeping you steady as you sway on your feet. He presses a gentle kiss on your lips and whispers, “You’ve done a great job.”

“T-thank you,” you whisper to him back, still feeling a bit warm on the cheeks.

“Should I reward you for being good tonight? Do you think you can handle it?”

Your eyes grow wide. “R-right here?”

The thought of having such intimate moment with him in a place so open and exposed seems unfathomable, yet thrilling at the same time. It won’t be the first time he offers such indecent manner in which he pleasures you while being in a place so open like this. But it would be the first time you are surrounded by people who may recognise you so easily, seeing that most of the guests are people you’ve both known for years.

Noticing your hesitance, Yoongi teases you with a smile, “Or maybe not? Should we return to the party instead and have that dance I promised you?”

“N-no, that’s not what I was thinking,” you immediately stop him, already too desperate to wait any longer that it doesn’t matter if he is going to fuck you right in front of everyone. “Yes, I can handle it.” You can take anything as long as you can finally get your needs satiated. “Take me, Yoongi. Please take me now.”

Pleased to hear your answer, Yoongi pulls you to him by the waist and kisses your lips. Mouth firmly capturing yours before his tongue slips inside, pressing against yours until he draws a few moans.

Gently, he pries himself off of you, leaving you standing hazily before he demands, “Give your hands to me.”

Blinking away the haze still making it hard for you to focus, you bring your wrists together and offer them to him. He takes your joined wrists in one hand and reaches up to grab his tie with the other. With a firm tug, Yoongi pulls his tie loose and slips it off of his collar. Then he guides your hands to your back, before he wraps his tie around your wrists to keep them together.

You are just about to test the bind when Yoongi slips a finger between the tie and your bound wrists, making sure that the bondage isn’t too tight. Once he is pleased with his work, he looks you in the eyes and smiles.

“Relax, sweetheart. Now turn around,” he orders when he feels you growing tense, his gentle hand rubbing on your hip until you begin to relax and do as he commands you.

Your legs are shaking when you turn on your heels, giving your back to him. Yoongi comes to your back, his chest pressing against your body as his lips descend. The first kiss he gives you on your bare shoulder draws a sigh out of your lips. It feels soothing, all while holding a promise that he still has more to come.

As he slowly traces his lips up your neck, your soft sighs begin to turn into moans.

He continues kissing your skin while his hand travels up from your waist to the front of your dress. He finds the tip of your breast through the thin fabric of your dress and covers your soft flesh with his palm, giving it a gentle rub. He rolls your covered peak between his thumb and index finger, sending shivers through your body as it grows hard and firm under his touch, while he runs his other hand down the skirt of your dress. He finds the slit of the dress and slips his hand under, quickly finding its way to your center.

“You’ve made such a complete mess of yourself, baby girl,” he hums softly, his fingers pressing against the wet spot on your panties, the fabric has evidently grown soaked by your arousal.

He gives a light pressure on your covered slit, pressing against the vibrator, bringing the rapid tremor deeper inside you. While pushing you back to him, Yoongi guides you until you are pressing your bottom against his thigh, stimulating the plug still lodged in your behind to join the vibrator’s maddening pace.

Once again, he places you right over the edge of your climax, only to stop at the right time and let go before you have the chance to fall into it.

You close your eyes to find some semblance of control in the absence of his rousing touches, which only works briefly until the moment Yoongi tugs your panties down your hips. He gives another push, and then allows gravity to take over as the fabric slides down your legs.

He has his arm wrapped around your waist as he helps you step out of your panties. Then you feel him bending down, picking your discarded underthings from the ground.

“Bend forward a little, sweetheart. Let me pull this thing out of you,” he mutters, his hand pushing at the back of your waist lightly until you are bent over with your ass facing him.

Yoongi carefully hikes up your dress to your hips, exposing your bare bottom and trembling legs to the chilling breeze and his attentive eyes. “Be still,” he says, even though his words don’t matter much when his touch quickly finds your center. Resting one hand on your waist, he holds you steady in position while he reaches between your legs.

You feel a slight push, as if he is giving you one last taste of his racy gift before he gently pulls the toy out of your heat. The vibration doesn’t stop until it slips out of the depth of your pussy, leaving behind the ghost of its tremors filling your pulsing walls while the humming noise of the device stops the moment Yoongi slips it into his pocket.

Moaning softly, you feel the desperate need to have something else to replace the void. To give something for your pussy walls to clench onto. You try to press your legs together to quiet down the constant pulsing still lingering in your heat. Yet Yoongi is having none of that. He gives you no chance to ease your needs on your own when his fingers slide in between your folds, replacing the device with his digits pressing against your throbbing walls.

A cry leaves your lips before you can stop it, causing Yoongi to click his tongue disapprovingly. “Do you think you can keep your voice down if we continue?”

“Yes, I—I can try,” you stutter, unable to think clearly with the way he is steadily moving his fingers in and out of your heat, much less to form words.

After spending all evening being constantly on the edge due to the device invading your pussy, his fingers feel gloriously delectable. Every brush they give against your walls, every slide and press you get in the depth of your heat keep bringing new waves of pleasure through your body. He keeps touching and pressing the right spots inside you, as if Yoongi knows exactly which buttons to push to put you right at your limit.

“I don’t think that’ll be good enough,” Yoongi hums as he can still hear the sound of your soft gasps and stifled moans when you keep doing so poorly in holding your voice down. Yoongi bends behind you, once again wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls his hand out of your heat and says, “Take a deep breath and open your mouth, sweetheart.”

As much as you want to protest the loss of his touch, you obey his command and open your mouth for him. You turn your head slightly to the side so he can see it, earning a soft hum as a sign of his approval.

“That’s a good girl,” he hums, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips. As he pulls back, Yoongi lifts his hand, and you cannot help but gasp the moment you see what he has between his fingers. “Open wider, love,” he says, before shoving your soiled panties between your lips. “Bite on it so we can stop your voice from coming out too loud.”

You follow his demand, biting down the panties and closing your mouth on the fabric before you let him guide you to face forward again. Soon, his hand returns to your heat, fingers teasing at your folds for a brief moment and then slipping between your slit.

“Now, that’s much better,” he murmurs, sounding pleased the moment he hears your moans completely muffled by your panties. He continues thrusting his fingers into your heat, steadily going in and out of you in scissors-like motions, while he moves his arm from your waist to hold the bind on your wrists to hold you up.

At first, you grow tense.

Stuck between the fear of getting caught, the fear of falling over—despite your trust in Yoongi to not let you go—and the gratifying pleasure you feel in your body, you almost find it hard to enjoy Yoongi’s sweet, tantalising touch. But then Yoongi pulls you back by the hold he has on your wrists, a reassuring move to show you that he is strong enough to keep you up.

Soon, every bit of unease that you are feeling begins to fade, leaving nothing else behind but the waves of pleasure taking over your senses. Your body begins to lax, hanging languidly above the ground with Yoongi’s hold anchoring you to him. And then you find enough confidence to start gently rocking your hips to meet the steady thrusts of his fingers. You soon fall into a steady pace, bringing the pleasure to a new height when you find your rhythm together with Yoongi’s ministrations.

But once again, Yoongi finds the right moment to deny your release, merely moments before you can reach it.

You wish you can say something and protest the moment you feel his fingers leaving your heat. But every sound you make is suppressed by the soiled fabric that is now stuck between your teeth, except for the stifled moans coming out of your throat.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he whispers against your skin as he bends down behind you and lays a few kisses on your neck.

His arm returns to your waist, wrapping around your body loosely to keep you steady. Next, you feel his drenched hand opening your folds, before something else starts poking at your opening.

It doesn’t take long to realise that he has the tip of his cock prying you open. A deep sigh of relief comes out of you at the thought of finally getting your sweet reward—to have your needs satiated before the night finally ends.

“Deep breaths through your nose, sweetheart. Do your best not to fall over,” he murmurs with a deep voice which turns into a low grunt when he pushes from behind, and his thick cock slowly enters your slick heat, filling up the emptiness that was briefly formed by the absence of his fingers.

“Mmhh!” The sound erupts from your throat when you feel him entering you with a firm thrust, pushing as deep as he can. You struggle to breathe, your mind going blank for a brief moment with how good it feels to have him inside you. A flutter builds up right down below, earning a soft disapproving hum coming from Yoongi. And then he goes still.

“I haven’t given you permission to come, sweetheart. Try to hold back until I say so,” he gently reminds you, his hand moving down to cup your trembling thigh to keep your legs spread open for him. “Do you understand? You can’t come until I let you.”

“Hmm—” you moan while nodding frantically, desperately hoping for him to start moving again.

“Good girl. Remember to breathe.��

You follow his order and breathe in through your nose, just in time for his cock to push deeper, forcing your pussy to stretch around him and let him in. You push back, hoping desperately to have him completely fill you up. Yoongi pushes and pulls for a few more times, sliding his cock in and out until he gets deeper and deeper—until you can feel the tip of his cock pressing at the hilt of your pussy.

It feels so good. You feel so full with him buried deep inside you. And the more he continues to move, the more pleasure you feel rising from within. Not only from the depth of your core—when it seems like his thrusts are pressing against your sweet spot—but also from behind. His steady thrusts are making it seem as if the anal plug is also moving in tune with his cock—as if you have another cock penetrating you from behind.

With each thrust he gives you, he goes deeper, harder, and as he starts going faster, he makes you feel like you are floating at the height of your pleasure.

With your hands still tied behind your back, and only his hands keeping you up with a tight hold of your waist, you feel like you are levitating. But instead of feeling like you are losing balance, you find yourself embracing the thrill, the pleasure increasing rapidly the more you give him complete control of your body.

You are once again close. Already hanging on the precipice of your climax.

Yoongi must be feeling it too, when he suddenly moves his hands down your sides, stopping at your hips and giving it a tight grip. The change of pace and gravity stops you from falling apart. And then comes his order, demanding you to hold back.

“Not yet, baby,” Yoongi groans, his thrusts growing erratic, letting you know that he is also feeling the same desperate need for release. Yet he seems to want to prolong this pleasure just a bit more, causing you to struggle even harder to hold back. “Just a bit more. Take it a bit more.”

His words are strained, coming out breathless as he suddenly picks up his pace. His thrusts now come with force, hitting you deeply without a hint of mercy.

You throw your head back, crying out at the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure. The panties are still there, swallowing any sound threatening to come out of your mouth. With a deep grunt of his own making, Yoongi claims what he desires, so impassioned, he’s unable to stop himself. You keep releasing stifled moans and writhe beneath him, enjoying the way he is taking complete control of your pleasure, and losing himself in the midst of it.

With his hands holding your hips in a punishing grip, he takes control over your body to move it in tune with his thrusts. Just as your body lurches forward as if you are about to fall over, he reaches out and wraps one hand around your throat to hold you up against his chest.

“I don’t want to ruin your hair, so this will have to do,” he groans sweetly into your ear. “Take shallow breaths through your nose, sweetheart. And take me in.”

Oh, God, you scream out in your head as he thrusts forward, burying himself deeper with a force that takes the air out of your chest.

You don’t know how much longer you can hold on. Yoongi knows how to control his pace. Each time he feels you getting closer to falling over the edge of your climax, he would slow down, pulling you back down from the rising pleasure. It happens a few times, always followed by a series of quick thrusts reaching as deep as he can reach the moment he feels your climbing orgasm winding down.

“Can you see the party from here, sweetheart?” he whispers between each hard thrust he is giving you.

You open your eyes, looking across the garden to where the lights are shining brightly around the wedding tents and the guests dancing with the bride and groom as they enjoy the rest of the party, completely oblivious to what is happening in the dark not too far away.

“Try to make sure no one sees you. I wonder what your friends would think if they see you acting like a slut when you’re supposed to be focusing on your friend’s wedding reception.”

Your heartbeat is racing. The thought of someone turning their heads in this direction brings a cold shiver down your spine. Oddly enough, it also makes you feel a deep thrill like you never felt before. It makes everything feel even more intense, everything is heightened that your pleasure rises up like a tidal wave.

“Ah, does the thought of getting caught excite you? You’re tightening around me,” Yoongi groans, chuckling softly in your ear while he continues to tease you, “You love it when someone watches you being treated like a slut, don’t you?”

Something in his words draws a reaction from your body. You can feel your walls fluttering around his cock, your desire growing stronger instead of feeling shame. “Oh, fuck. You feel so damn good,” Yoongi once again mutters with a groan, his thrusts growing even more erratic as he keeps rocking against your body.

“Hmmh—” Your cries calling for his name are muffled, swallowed by the panties in your mouth, and it wanes even further when Yoongi tightens his hold around your throat, just enough without completely cutting your breath. Within seconds, you are made to feel as if you are high in pleasure, your mind growing so hazy in the same way you would should you be drinking heavily right now.

You feel pure, carnal pleasure rushing through your body as he thrusts forward, hitting all the right spots with each stroke. When the spasms of your climax begin to return, and you seem to be losing the fight to hold it back, Yoongi moves his free hand down your front, finding your center through the slit of your dress.

“Ready to cum, sweetheart?”

The only answer you can give him is a muffled cry through the panties in your mouth, but still enough for Yoongi to know what you want. He slips his free hand down your center, moving under the skirt of your dress, which keeps flowing even without any wind breezing strongly around you.

Finding your heat, he brushes your swollen clit and gives it a light pinch while he pushes himself forward for one last defining thrust. “That’s it, baby. Come. Come for me.”

His command is your undoing. Immediately, you unravel. It almost feels like the dam just breaks apart the moment you let it happen. Your entire body trembles in your climax. Your muscles contract around his cock, clenching around him while he continues thrusting in and out, prolonging the pleasure for you while chasing his own release.

Your walls are now clenching tightly around his cock in your final release, which finally brings him to his climax. With a deep grunt out of his lips, Yoongi lets go. His cock pulses inside you before it pours his cum deep inside your heat.

The warm feeling of his cum filling you up nearly sends you over the edge once again. Perhaps you are having it, as smaller spasms of your orgasm come surging delicately, spreading all over your body like ripples forming on water.

You relish the feeling, riding your high and the pulses happening inside you with Yoongi still buried deep in your heat. Until Yoongi’s hand slips between your bodies, tugging the anal plug and pulling it out through your clenching muscles, setting you off to another, wild climax. Just like a ripple effect, your final release sets him off to another, when his whole body shudders violently behind you and more drops of his warm cum fills your heat.

Still riding the height of your climax, you can’t sense anything else happening around you.

The only thing you can take notice of is the slow and steady thrusts Yoongi is still giving you while you are both riding the height of your release and the way your body is slowly rocking to meet him. With his free hand, Yoongi reaches forward and pulls your panties out of your mouth. His palm is no longer on your throat, but instead on your chin, turning your face to look over your shoulder so he can kiss your lips.

The only sounds you can hear are the sound of your heartbeat and ragged breaths, the soft sighs he keeps making, the rustling sounds of the bushes and crunching leaves coming from around you, and the faint sound of music slowly returning to your senses.

“Beautiful. You are always a sight to see when you climax,” Yoongi murmurs against your lips. You return his kiss, noticing him slowing down until he finally stops moving, letting you feel nothing more but the pulses lingering in your core.

Once your bodies are calm, and you have both come down from your climax, Yoongi gently eases his cock out of your heat. Drops of cum follow his exit, flooding down the insides of your thighs. A tug is felt at your back, and the next thing you know, your hands are freed.

You are still in a daze that everything that happens next becomes nothing but blurry moments; the way he helps you straighten up; the way he turns you around until you are facing him so he can carefully inspect your reactions; the gentle way he takes your wrists to his lips so he can kiss the remnants of your restraints away from your skin, and how he plucks your panties into his pocket instead of returning them to you.

Finding balance on your feet, your mind clears up, and your skin flushes with warmth when you remember where you are. While you are still hidden behind the hedges, you are still outside, not far enough from the party still going on to avoid being noticed. The thought somehow excites you, causing your body to pulse with a newfound excitement.

More and more of your cum and release are dripping out of your center, falling down your thighs, though they are completely hidden by the skirt of your dress once Yoongi fixes everything back in place—except for your missing underthings.

“Do you have enough, sweetheart?”

Exhaling a deep breath, you let yourself fall into his embrace. “I—I do, but—”

Yoongi softly chuckles. “Should we continue back home, where I can clean you up?” he asks while running his gaze down your body with a pleased look on his face. “If you can keep my cum inside you and not let them spill to the last drop until we get home, I will spoil you for the rest of the night.”

You lick your lips. Your body is exhausted after the wild tryst you just shared, yet his promise ignites something new inside you. “Promise?”

With a grin, Yoongi kisses your lips gently. “When have I ever disappointed you, sweetheart?”

“Then hurry and take me home,” you whisper against his lips, eager to know what he has planned for you next.

It doesn’t take as much time making yourselves presentable enough to return to the party as it did for Yoongi to completely make you unravel in a wave of bliss.

Except for the cum dripping out of your center, your dress seems untouched. Not a sight of creases nor dirt is visible on its fabric. Your hair remains flawless, and Yoongi gives you a moment to carefully do a little touch-up on your makeup before you can finally step out of the dark.

Yoongi finishes fixing his suit jacket, leaving his crinkled tie hanging on the lapels of his suit as he straightens up beside you. He looks immaculate once he is done. As if he hadn’t been fucking you to a complete oblivion just moments ago. It makes you feel slightly insecure when you still feel slightly rattled.

Not to mention that you are hiding a dirty secret under your dress, the slickness from your release and his are spreading on your skin and dripping further down to your ankles each time you move.

Taking your hand in his, he brings it to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles. “Shall we go back to the party and say goodbye to the newlyweds so we can go home?”

Your body seems to be so sensitive to his touch still, as your face flushes at the touch of his lips on your skin. “Yes, let’s go,” you answer with a sigh, and let him place your hand around his elbow so you can lean on him as he takes you back to the venue.

Walking back to the party feels disorienting. The guest area is much brighter than the rest of the garden, and the guests are still lively—mostly—as it gets deeper into the night. Some are dancing, some are lounging near the open bar, enjoying the free drinks and gossips, while others are resting by the dining area.

Finding the bride and groom is quite easy, as they are still celebrating and keeping the party alive while dancing at the heart of the venue. Your friend, the bride, protests with a whine when you tell her that it’s time for you to go, before letting you go with a few drunken kisses on your cheeks.

You are just walking away from the newlyweds, clinging heavily against Yoongi, when someone else comes to your path.

“Leaving so soon?”

You lift your head, noticing the handsome, well-dressed man standing before you. His eyes sparkle under the lights around you as he greets Yoongi. A curious smile spreads on his face when he looks your way, and you can sense that there is something hidden in his gaze as his eyes linger on you a few seconds too long.

“Ah, Jungkook. I didn’t know you were here,” Yoongi greets the man with a handshake. “How have you been?”

“Good,” Jungkook says, and you finally remember him as one of Yoongi’s close friends who hasn’t been around for a while. The two of them talk for a moment, sharing quick updates about their lives before Yoongi feels you swaying against him, your legs slowly giving out when exhaustion finally rolls through your body. It is then when Yoongi finally tells Jungkook that it’s time for the two of you to leave the wedding party.

Jungkook nods. “That’s too bad. But I suppose your little stroll through the garden earlier had tired you enough to call it quits this early in the night,” he says, looking at you with a knowing smile. As he speaks, his eyes seem to show a glint of mirth. You have no idea why he is looking at you this way until he adds, “I also had a quick stroll out the garden earlier to sober myself up before I’m ready to head home.”

Your heart starts beating hard in your chest. “You did?”

Jungkook’s grin deepens. “I must say—the garden seems to have quite some interesting spectacles to admire, so I found myself enjoying the sights I saw. So many things to see and—watch.”

Hearing this, your head begins to spin. You start to remember all the tidbits that you may have ignored while you were being ravished by Yoongi between the green hedges; the rustling sound of leaves and bushes, the crunching sounds of dry leaves coming from the ground, and the faint sound of receding footsteps that you initially brushed off as something that may have come from the party.

Your breath is caught when you realise—he was there.

Feeling the way you grow tense beside him, Yoongi pulls you closer. The moment you hear the sound of his soft chuckle, you know that he can feel the way your body is reacting to the realisation that you had secretly gained an audience during your public exploit earlier. Instead of fear and shame, your body has grown warm. Your breathing is slow and heavy, and your heartbeat is thrumming wildly in your chest as you are filled with excitement.

Everything heightens further when Jungkook runs his gaze up and down your body, as if he can see right through you—right through your dress—to know your secret. It makes you feel naked under his eyes.

It makes you feel hot.

“Sounds like you truly enjoyed your time in the garden earlier,” Yoongi hums. His words are directed at Jungkook, yet he keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eyes with an amused smile on his face.

Jungkook laughs softly and easily admits, “I enjoyed it a little bit too much, actually, since I almost lost track of time.”

“I see,” Yoongi answers with a low hum before turning to look at you. Realising that Yoongi has noticed the change of mood you are showing, your skin flushes. But then he smiles, and something about the way he is looking at you seems suggestive, yet none of it makes you grow wary. Your past experience and playtimes with Yoongi have taught you enough of his wicked intentions to know what he may have planned now that he realised what Jungkook had witnessed moments ago.

But instead of deciding right away, he keeps his eyes on you, gauging your reaction while waiting for your approval.

You give a subtle nod at his silent question, and he instantly turns back to Jungkook. “Are you free this weekend? Why don’t you drop by at our place for dinner?” he offers, “We have quite a lot to catch up on.”

You know exactly what he has in mind when he invites his friend to your home. Your anticipation grows rapidly at all the possibilities that might be running through Yoongi’s thoughts right now, while you are wishing to know what Jungkook is thinking as his eyes grow darker. He seems to understand what the offer truly means, and you can tell that you are right about it when his grin widens.

“Sounds like a wonderful idea,” he says, shaking Yoongi’s hand. He turns to you next, taking your hand and bending down to kiss the back of it, saying, “I can’t wait to spend some time with the beautiful host.”

You smile at him in return.

Neither can you.

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finsplurtz · 3 days ago

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i want to touch puppet scara so bad pls waiter

puppet scara & sex

“I’m not capable of feeling those…. disgusting desires you people get.” Scara, once again, shut down your ideas of wanting to make him feel good.

he was a puppet. and fully convinced he wouldn’t feel any type of pleasure from any kind of sexual act.

Having fingers shoved up his ass was not how he expected things to turn out. There was a small argument in which you probably won after saying “you’re scared I’ll make you feel heavenly.”

He hates being wrong.

Just to prove to you that he wasn’t easy, here he was on your guys shared bed, legs propped open as he watching you finger him. Sure it stung a little but, it was definitely not the feeling you were striving for.

He’d let out dramatic sighs of boredom as you stretched him out, poking his walls here and there. There were small occasions where he’d flinch when you hit a certain spot, you’d try to keep stimulating it but he’d kick you and say it hurt.

He had a look of pure disgust looking at your aching cock, dying to be inside him. This was all just to prove a point. “I’ll turn around, that way I don’t have to see your ugly face.” You just shrugged in response as he got in his doggy position.

Slowly pushing your tip into his tight entrance, he gripped the sheets at the pain of being stretched even more. How could this ever feel good to anyone?? All he’s felt is crazy stinging from being opened like this. You gave him some time to adjust, you were a little more than half way in, maybe you’ll hold off going in all the way for today…

You begin to thrust in and out of the smaller, your bigger hands easily dragging his hips on your cock. The feeling of feeling so full really itched the puppet’s brain. His mouth fell open when your cock hit that certain spot, once again. He rested his head on the pillow in front of him, arching his back some more.

You thrusted quicker and rougher, paying close attention to the guy underneath you who was biting his lip to stifle any noises. His face getting a bit pink the more you stared at him. You brought your hand down to grip his jaw. “Careful, you’ll pierce yourself if you keep biting yourself like that. Don’t be ashamed~” You tease grinning, his eyebrows furrowed, you were really pissing him off.

“Fucking.. get on with iT—“ He had pushed himself back on you, fulling taking your cock which was nicely presses against his prostate. A pathetic moan left his mouth, his eyes widening.

“Oh shit- you good?” You check up, too scared to move in or out, staying right there but the tightness was making your cock twitch inside him, driving him all the more insane.

His arms gave out on him quickly, he didn’t say anything. “…..can I … move…” You ask hesitantly. He only made a humming noise in response, staring at the wall in a daze. You slowly pull out and go back in, this time all the way in. Scara couldn’t help but roll his eyes back, a knot forming in his stomach, you went back to your quick pace noticing no noises being heard underneath you. Was he biting himself again?

You pulled out and scoffed, flipping him on his back, you paused at the sight of blood dripping out of his mouth, a small amount of tears leaving him. He gave you an annoyed look. You huffed out a laugh before roughly kissing, licking up the blood he drew from himself. You re entered him, grabbing his smaller cock and stroking as you fucked into him.

He moaned into the kiss like a whore, his sharp teeth biting on your tongue occasionally. Your huge cock kept grinding against it, the pleasure flowing through his whole body, it had his back arching off the bed, hands gripping your hair. You pulled back to see his face, it looked like porn and it turned you on so bad..

“Look at you…. gonna make you go cock drunk.” He whines in annoyance at your dirty talk, you have his eyes rolling back, he’s drooling and moaning without a care in the world. After long enough, he starts to beg for more, beg for your cock to keep drilling inside him. He’s cum so much, the sheets are nasty but he just can’t get enough. Put your big cock to use and stuff his tummy just how this puppet likes it.

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dovespovies · 2 days ago

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Honey?

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

First time you saw his face ( kinda?)

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Though people would call you crazy if you said you were letting a vigilante stay at your place as a token of gratitude—after he saved you from that lunatic of a man—you didn’t quite hate it.

Not at all.

After the chaos of the invasion that scarred you for life, Red Hood was generous enough to buy you a new vase. When you came back from work—tired, irritated, and so heated you could’ve killed someone—you found the table, where your antique store vase once stood, now occupied by a new one. And not to mention, a few flowers spilling out of it. You froze in shock but immediately knew who was responsible.

"I’m sorry for the suddenness, but I hope you like it."

—Red Hood.

You smiled to yourself as you leaned in to smell the flowers. This vase wasn’t vintage like your old one, but it was intricate. Expensive, even. You picked up one of the blooms and sat on the floor beside the table, tracing the delicate patterns of the petals. Unbeknownst to you, Hood was right outside your window, watching with a faint smile of his own.

It wasn’t clear how the two of you had grown so close. But after the night he saved your life, you’d developed an attachment to him. Not seeing his face or knowing his identity had faded into the background because, somehow, you found yourself constantly trying to please him—even impress him. Not that you’d ever admit it. But during your conversations, or the half-watched episodes of your show (when he stumbled through your window bleeding), you noticed his genuine interest in the books you read. And so, you read even more, annotating lines and paying extra attention—just so you could show him, Yeah, I’m cool too.

The first time you got a glimpse of his face started like any other night—except he showed up hours earlier. You were making pasta when a loud thump made you jump out of your skin. Hesitantly, you walked toward the noise, only to find an exhausted and injured Red Hood lying on his side, blood pooling around him.

Gasping, you immediately grabbed a towel and the first aid kit, crouching beside him—nearly tripping in your haste.

"Hey, what happened?" Your voice was soft but frantic.

He flinched at your sudden presence, as if he hadn’t expected you.

“Hey… just… rough day," he winced, shifting to face you.

And that’s when your breath caught.

The right side of his helmet was broken, revealing a glimpse of his beautiful (what?) profile. Your throat tightened as you swallowed hard, frozen in place. He noticed your stillness and met your gaze—his eyes so deep you swore you could drown in them. His face was flushed, lips slightly swollen from biting down too hard.

He hadn’t even realized until you snapped back to reality, clearing your throat and scrambling through the aid kit.

"Uh… here, sit up for me…"

He obliged without protest, knowing arguing was pointless. A furrow creased his brow—then he felt the air against his exposed skin. His eyes widened, and for a brief moment, he covered his face with his palm. But then, slowly, he lowered his hand and looked straight at you as you cleaned the wound on his chest.

He cleared his throat.

"I’m sorry," you muttered, avoiding eye contact. "I saw your face… I didn’t mean—"

"It’s okay," he cut in, voice calm.

Your eyes flicked up in surprise, questions burning on your tongue.

A small smile tugged at his lips. "It’s you… I don’t mind."

You wanted to crawl out of your skin. For some reason, that was far more flustering than you expected. You smiled shyly, suddenly feeling small under his unfairly attractive presence. You hadn’t even seen his full face—but if just this much was this beautiful, you could only imagine what the rest looked like.

After cleaning his wound, you stood, mumbling something about getting him food and water.

But then he grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"Thank you, honey… for everything."

Why was he being so—whatever this was?

You smiled. "You’re welcome."

You could’ve said it was nothing, but you left it at that. He grinned, his eyes crinkling with warmth as he nodded. You turned toward the kitchen, biting your lip to stifle the stupid, giddy smile threatening to take over your face.

As you brought him pasta and juice, he was staring out the window. In that moment, you realized just how comfortable he was with you.

And you were with him, too.

The thought made your heart do a silly little flip.

Thank you!

#dc x reader #by leni #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #headcanon #x reader #jason todd #jason todd x you

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shimmerandink · 1 day ago

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NSFW Headcanons

Jinx x reader

Smut

Tags: Jinx x reader, dirty talk, public sex, nsfw, possessiveness, marking,

Masterlist

~Jinx lives to fluster you in the worst possible moments.

~She’ll sit on your lap, grind just enough to make your breath hitch, and then lean in with a smirk, whispering, “You gonna do something about it, or just sit there all pretty?” Bonus points if it’s in front of people.

~Jinx is impatient and has no self-control. If you’re alone, her hands are on you. She’ll slip them under your clothes, trace over your thighs, and dig her nails into your hips like she’s starving for you.

~Jinx is possessive. She wants people to know you’re hers. Hickeys? Oh, you’re leaving with a neck full of them. Bite marks? Everywhere. If anyone looks at you a little too long the next day, she just grins and goes, “Yeah, I did that. Got a problem?”

~Jinx doesn’t do slow and romantic often. She’s all about messy, desperate pleasure, tearing off your clothes, pinning you down, taking what she wants from you. She loves the sound of you begging, and the more wrecked you sound, the more it turns her on.

~ Jinx lives for pushing your limits. She’ll have you writhing under her, whining because she’s either keeping you right on the edge and not letting you finish or she’s making you come so many times your legs are shaking. Either way, she’s laughing breathlessly, eyes blown wide with amusement.

~ If you let her, Jinx will absolutely use toys on you. Vibrators? Oh, she’s strapping one to you and making you squirm while she watches. Handcuffs? She ties you up just enough to keep control but not enough to stop you from fighting back, she loves the struggle.

~Jinx is not the type to take her time. If she wants you, she wants you now. Clothes? She’s yanking them off, sometimes even ripping them if they get in her way. She loves that rush of making you lose control as fast as she does.

~She’ll push you onto the nearest surface, bed, table, hell, even a counter, and have her way with you before you even have time to catch your breath.

~She lives for the little noises you make. Moans, whimpers, sharp gasps? They fuel her like a drug. If you try to hold back, she’ll punish you for it, teasing you until you’re begging her to let you finish.

~She gets extra cocky when she makes you cry from pleasure. She’ll cup your cheek, smirking as she whispers, “Aww, look at you, all teary-eyed. Cute.”

~Jinx is reckless and loves taking risks. She’ll pull you into a dark corner at The Last Drop, slide a hand between your legs, and purr, “Be quiet, doll. Don’t wanna get kicked out, do we?”

~If you actually do get caught? She just grins at whoever interrupts, “Oops. Guess they saw ya fall apart on my fingers, huh?” She doesn’t stop until you make her.

~Jinx loves pushing your limits. One orgasm? Not enough. She’ll keep going, even when you’re trembling, whimpering, trying to pull away. She loves the way your body twitches under her, completely spent.

Her favorite thing? Holding a vibrator against you, watching you try to squirm away, and laughing breathlessly. “Too much? Nah, babe, you can take it.”

~Jinx doesn’t care about being neat. She wants you wrecked, bed sheets messy, your body marked up, her face, hands, thighs slick from how many times she’s made you come.

~She loves going down on you but never does it gently. It’s always fast, intense, and relentless. She doesn’t stop until you’re tugging her hair, crying out her name.

~Jinx is crazy about making sure people know you’re hers. If someone flirts with you? She’s immediately pressing up against you, gripping your waist, growling in your ear, “Guess I gotta remind ya who you belong to.”

~And she does. Right after you get home. Hard. Fast. Messy. She wants you too exhausted to even think about anyone else.

~She loves watching you get needy for her. If she catches you touching yourself when she’s not there? Oh, you’re in trouble. She’ll make you start over from the beginning, but this time, she’s in control.

~Biting & Bruising, She bites. Hard. Your shoulders, thighs, whatever she can get her teeth on. And she’s so proud of the marks she leaves behind.

~Handcuffs/Ropes – If she ties you up? Oh, she’s taking her sweet time. She wants to watch you squirm, completely at her mercy.

~Dirty Talk – Jinx has a filthy mouth. She’ll whisper the nastiest things in your ear, just to watch you squirm.

~Teasing with Her Gun,Not in a dangerous way, but she might trail the cool metal along your skin just to see you shiver. It’s all about the thrill.

#arcane #arcane fandom #league of legends x reader #arcane x you #arcane fanfic #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx smut #arcane smut

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devdozes · 20 hours ago

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LMAOOO NEVER THOUGHT ABT PHAINON AND FLAME REAVER BEING TWINS ITS SOO GOOODD do you have more food about them, pretty please?

PHAINON AND FLAMEREAVER TWINS HEADCANON TIMEE

phainon x reader x flamereaver bro thats crazy

🌙 FLAMEREAVER!!-

-He does not care about anyone else but you. He’s cold, uninterested, and side-eyes everyone like they’re beneath him—unless it’s you.

-People thought he didn’t know how to smile until they saw him literally melt whenever you so much as acknowledge his existence.

-If you hug him? Congratulations, he stops functioning.

You: “Flame Reaver, you’re warm.” Him: I will never wash this hoodie again.

-He always acts nonchalant, but the second Phainon does something cute like holding your hand, Flame Reaver does it immediately after but 10x more intense.

Phainon ruffles your hair? Flame Reaver straight-up picks you up bridal style and refuses to put you down.

Phainon leans on your shoulder? Flame Reaver buries his face in your neck.

-Obsessively observant. If you mention off-handedly that you like a certain snack, expect him to casually pull it out of his bag and hand it to you. ("Hn. You like it, right?")

-Pretends to be mysterious but is actually a massive baby when it comes to you. You once ignored him as a joke, and he sulked in the corner, refusing to make eye contact for an hour. -Acts so cold and unbothered, but the second you leave, his entire mood drops like a crashed stock market.

-The exact type of person to sit in the corner in silence, arms crossed, looking deep in thought— but in reality, he’s just replaying every interaction with you in his head. -Secretly follows your schedule and knows where you usually are. If you’re late or missing, he casually (not casual at all) checks the area where you usually hang out. -Phantom limb syndrome but with you.

-“Something’s missing… Oh. It’s (Name).” -If someone mentions your name, his entire focus snaps to them like a cat hearing a can of tuna open. -Would never admit it, but if you don’t show up for school one day, he’s literally in a bad mood the entire day and glares at everyone like it’s their fault.

-Buys you things without asking. Just silently hands you gifts like it’s normal.

-“Here.” (Casually gives you a ridiculously expensive necklace.) -“Why?” -“Because.” (No further explanation.)

-Carries your bags for you.

-No exceptions. You once tried to carry them yourself, and he literally took them from your hands and stared at you until you gave up.

-If you so much as glance at something for 0.2 seconds, he’s already getting it for you.

“You looked at that for too long. It’s yours now.”

-Prepares things before you even realize you need them.

-You forgot your jacket? He already has one ready. -You’re craving something? He already bought it. You’re tired? He physically drags you somewhere to sit.

☀️ PHAINON!!-

-A ray of sunshine, a ball of energy, but still so down bad for you it’s hilarious.

-Whines if you don’t give him attention for more than five minutes. Literally follows you around like a puppy.

-“Where are you going? Can I come? No? Then, I’ll wait for you right here—don’t take too long!”

-Gets jealous of Flame Reaver but in a “No fair!!” way instead of an intense way.

"Why does he get to sit next to you? I called dibs first!!"

-Super affectionate and has no concept of personal space with you. Will casually put his head on your lap, throw an arm around your shoulder, or pull you into bear hugs without thinking.

-Once tripped while walking and grabbed your hand to steady himself—never let go.

-Loves showing off in front of you. Sports? Academics? He’s suddenly the best at it if you’re watching.

-Cracks terrible jokes just to see you smile. If you ever laugh at them, expect him to grin for hours like an idiot.

-Unlike Flame Reaver, who simmers in quiet obsession, Phainon is loud and proud about liking you.

“(Name) is literally the best person in the world, I’m so lucky to be their best friend! I mean— -Physically cannot sit still. He pouts, sighs dramatically, and acts like you’re gone forever even if you’re just five minutes late. “I am dying. My heart is broken. Oh wait—hold on—(Name) texted me!!”

-Checks his phone every two seconds but pretends he’s not looking. -Catches himself doing it, sighs, and throws his phone onto the table like he’s in a drama.

-Literally complains to everyone about how you’re not there. “Ughhh, I’m so bored. This sucks. (Name) isn’t here.”

-If you don’t answer a text, he texts again.

Text 1: “Hey!!” Text 2 (5 mins later): “What’s up?” Text 3 (10 mins later): “Hello?? You’re not dead, right???” Text 4 (15 mins later): “I miss you. Come back.”

-Unintentionally third-wheels himself into other people’s conversations but makes it everyone’s problem that you’re not there.

Friend: “Hey, Phainon, wanna—” Phainon: “I miss (Reader) :(”

-Loves taking you out and spoiling you with fun experiences.

-“Ohhh, you’ve never been there before? Let’s go! Right now!” -“Wanna try that new café? My treat!”

-Buys you plushies. A concerning amount.

“Look, it reminded me of you!” (Says this every single time.) Your room is slowly turning into a plushie kingdom.

-If he ever sees you even slightly stressed, he immediately drags you away to relax.

“Nope. We’re taking a break. Come on, let’s go get ice cream.”

THE SILLIES AUGHURJFHJIOEAR

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kaissauce · 21 hours ago

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erm... hiii... [stares at you pathetically], do you have anything you'd want to share about the Fresh in your multiverse?

if that's too vague.. maybe about his relationships/what people think/know of him? know from that one fic a while back that nm's gang is very unfamiliar with that guy, but want to know other character's knowledge. Like Error or Ink.

-your moot who likes fresh. but is too nervous. to not be on anon

helloo, went a little crazy with this so there's a lot

fundamentally fresh is not too different in my multiverse. he's still a parasite only focused on survival. it's just the execution that differs a bit since he doesn't have to swap hosts anymore

he's not really close with anyone. he doesn't feel the need to get close to anyone unless it benefits him and since he can just infect people he's hardly short of company (even though that's basically just hanging out with yourself since they're all under his control essentially. they are still aware though).

but dream considers him a friend (but it's really one-sided and dream has a VERY generous definition of friend so) and he acts friendly towards error to get some free food from his labyrinth (which is where error traps the residents of the aus he destroys).

while most people in the multiverse that are aware of him just hope they never encounter him ever, there are people curious of his origins and want to know more about him. it's like a whole community. he's like a cryptid to them sorta. he's aware of this and it amuses him so he spreads false rumors to spark discourse

#ask #anon #sauceart #sauceverse #fresh sans #error sans #nightmare sans #dream sans #ink sans #sv ink #undershackles alphys

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https-bakugo · 2 days ago

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Chapter 05.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : Drinking. Mentions of alcohol. Violence. Reader is hit on by someone.

Kaminari grinned as he pushed the door to the bar open. His hand tightly gripping that of his girlfriends he meets your gaze. “You and Bakugo go sit wherever you want. I’ll take this one-” He motions to the brunette standing next to him - who giggles at his antics, a soft pink flushing against her cheeks. “To get us some drinks.” Denki muses happily, nudging the girl closer to him with a quiet, “C’mon babe, let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”

Bakugo scoffs and rolls his eyes at one of his friend’s antics. It was irritating enough that Denki and the rest of his friends were all trying to play cupid with the both of you but the looks you were giving him during the whole car ride here wasn’t helping with their, “Shipping fuel.” Bakugo swore if he had to read more fanfiction of you both - courtesy of Mina - he might commit first degree murder.

And then there was Denki’s fucking questions during the trip to the bar.

“So [Name], what do you think about Bakugo?”

“Fake dating must be so hard. Why don’t you both - oh I dunno, start dating for real! Then you won’t struggle with keeping the act up!”

Shut up dunce face oh my god shut up.

And it really wasn’t helping that you were conveniently wearing the same perfume tonight - that you were wearing on the night of the gala.

The one that made him feel like he was drowning in you.

In your presence.

“Why are you just standing there?” Your voice broke Bakugo out of his train of thought, “You were the one that wanted to make our relationship seem more ‘realistic’ and decided it would be a good idea to accept Kaminari’s invitation to go on a double date.” You crossed your arms over your chest and Bakugo rolled his eyes at your sass.

“Yea, I did. And you know as well as I do, that this shit will help us in the fucking hero ranks. So maybe you should stop acting like such a fucking brat and let me take you out on this…” He caught himself before he could say the word.

A date.

“...day out.”

Bakugo finished, a soft red creeping up his neck as he averted his eyes.

You snorted and shook your head. “Nice save.” You grinned, punching him lightly on the chest. “C’mon. Where do you wanna sit?” You pulled the door open for him. “Oh excuse my manners.” You bowed at him and hummed. “Ladies first.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stepped inside, looking around at the bar as you followed at his heels. “Over there.” He pointed to a corner which looked secluded enough, he just prayed that nobody would disturb any of you.

It was annoying enough dealing with crazy fans while he was on duty, but it was even more annoying when he had to deal with them in public.

At least when he was working he could deflect the clingy fuckers under the guise that he was on the clock - which by any means wasn’t wrong. He was on the shift! People should know better than to bother a hero that was working.

But here?

It was fair game. He couldn’t push them away unless he wanted to drop in the ranks even further, and seeing that Bakugo was doing this whole fake dating shtick to keep himself from falling in the ranks in the first place - if he yelled at his fans he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his PR manager.

“You’re thinking again.” Your voice sounded bored as the both of you sat down facing each other.

Bakugo met your eyes and his eyebrows furrowed. “What am I supposed to do? Stop thinking?”

You rolled your eyes with a snort.

“Honestly? That sounds like a dream to be honest.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

Silence stretched between the both of you. But it wasn’t unwelcomed. It was actually kind of nice.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Dunce face and his girl should be back soon. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Bakugo muttered, pushing himself out of his seat and walking to the otherside of the bar, disappearing in the mob of people.

Now, by yourself you decided to take in your surroundings and listen in onto a group of three girls sitting from a table across you.

“So Kenzie. It’s a Friday night, any plans for the weekend?” The first girl looked at the other with a grin.

“I dunno Ari… Sammie and her boyfriend were planning on taking me to see him soon so maybe that?” The second girl looked at the third who shrugged.

“When Keigo isn’t so busy I think that would be a good idea. Your man does get a little lonely by himself all day don’t you think?” The third girl - Sammie spoke up before turning her attention to Ari.

“So… what about you and your man?”

The first girl grew clearly embarrassed at this mention of her ‘man’, a bright red blush flushing up her neck as she stammered out excuses about how she was unable to meet her “number one hero” that week.

A smile tugged at your lips.

So she’s Deku’s mystery girl. Maybe I should talk to him about her some time.

“Hey there, pretty thing.”

A sleazy voice calls out from your side and you look up. The man standing over you must be at least fifteen - maybe twenty years older than you? He was clearly drunk too, sporting a bright red blush and an obvious stumble in his steps.

“Leave me alone.” You mumbled, looking away.

“Awe c'mon babe! Don’t be a buzzkill.” He slurred, tipping his head forehead as he reached for your hand.

You slapped it away and glared. “I said I’m not interested. Piss off. Do you not know who the fuck I am?” You shot back, sure using your quirk on civilians was definitely not allowed, surely you could have done something here. Maybe scare the freak off or something.

“Are we having a fucking problem here.”

Bakugo’s voice came out strained as his ruby eyes glared at you and the man looming over you. He stared at the way the man tried grabbing your hand and how uncomfortable you looked.

“And who the fuck might you be?” The man stared at Bakugo, it was so obvious he was out of it. The whole bar had gone silent as the crackle and pop of Dynamight’s quirk in his palms echoed around the establishment.

“I’m their fucking boyfriend.” He hissed. People had begun to pull out their phones and record the whole ordeal. You yanked your hand out of his grip and practically scrambled to Bakugo’s side - seeking comfort against his warmth.

A familiar and warm hand was placed on your shoulder.

I’ve got you.

“Beat it bitch. Before I tear you a new fucking asshole.”

The man decided the hassle would be too much as he mumbled a half-assed apology under his breath and slinked away. The small crowd disperses, going back to doing what they were before the whole scuffle.

“Are you okay?” Bakugo whispered as you sighed.

“Yea… I got it under control though. You didn’t have to save me y'know?” You grumbled. Sure you were grateful for his help but he didn’t need to know that.

Bakugo snorted and shook his head. “Right. Under control.”

“I did!” You protested, a grin on your face. Bakugo chuckled. "Just... sit down. Idiot." he sighed, shaking his head.

"So rude." You huffed, sitting back down. "When is Kaminari getting back?" You asked, looking around for the other blond.

Bakugo turned his head and jutted his thumb out to a slightly buzzed Kaminari draped over his girlfriend's shoulder.

"Speak of the devil."

Bakugo grinned.

You grinned back.

The city lights melded and meshed together in a whirl of colour. You stared longingly out of the sports car's window.

You had fun tonight. With Bakugo.

It was strange, that was for sure, you never thought that you would be enjoying the presence of the Katsuki Bakugo in your life like ever.

But you had fun tonight, sure most of it was to just make the headlines and show off to the press but at one point, the thought of your ranking had slipped from your mind and you began enjoying yourself.

“Where to from here?” Bakugo’s voice was soft, and you snapped out of your train of thought, observing your surroundings.

“Uhhh… next left and it should be the third one on the right.” You mumbled as Bakugo pulled the car to a slow stop at the red light.

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, clearly deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your voice broke him out of his train of thought and Bakugo shrugged. “Stuff.” He mumbled. “Did you have a good time?”

You nodded, looking back out at the window. “Yea. Did you?”

“I did.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. For what I said.” You mumbled as Bakugo stepped on the gas, his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“The night of the gala. I said I hated you? That was a lie.”

Bakugo’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“I don’t hate you. Hate is too much of a strong word. I’d say dislike is too strong of a word too. There are some things you do that piss me off but I wouldn’t say I hate you… y’know?” You shrugged.

Bakugo nodded, swallowing.

“I never hated you either.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling up to your driveway.

You paused, before turning your head to meet his gaze. “You didn’t?”

He shook his head. “Nah. You were annoying as fuck but I never hated you.”

A small smile creeped onto your face and Bakugo silently thanked his lucky stars that it was dark out, lest you see the blush that would creep onto his cheeks.

“Well then. Truce?” You stuck your hand out.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching out for your hand. “Truce.”

You grinned.

Bakugo grinned back.

“You do have a bit of an ego though. Might wanna get that checked out if you wanna be the number one.” You shrugged, sliding your key into your door.

Bakugo stared at you and frowned. “You’ve got an ego too bitch. Don’t fuckin’ play with me.”

“Bitch??”

“Do you wanna go? Right here?”

“I’ll fuckin’ body you even in this outfit.”

“You’re so on.”

-> Masterlist

taglist [OPEN] : @luvseraphh - @tlissablr - @havemyheartt - @smelliottle - @sakurayashiro - @peachesvault - @qyuin - @kaidostwin - @wonubby - @moochiwoochi - @coldnightshark - @kalulakunundrum - @sexylexy12 - @rednicotine - @samm1e13 - @kawoala - @neptuneevee - @kodditty - @hecate-frenchfries - @eyesforbkg - @takoyakitakii - @m0nnypie

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sprytesukii · 20 hours ago

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sink your teeth in (never let me go)

isagi yoichi x reader

rating : 18+, explicit, MDNI

wc : 2.5k (:O)

tags : gn!reader (no gendered language used, no anatomy mentioned), dom-leaning reader, subby isagi, possessive!feral!reader, hypersensitive isagi, cumming untouched, biting, blood, multiple orgasms, reader is a little insane and a lot in love, isagi is matching freak, a lot softer than the tags make this seem LOL

an : this is for all my lovers out there who can’t like anything (or anyone) without being a little crazy about it // also had all my darling isagi luvrs in mind (cough cough @/pbk cough cough) , i hope y’all enjoy <3<3

Something is wrong.

If you hadn’t known Isagi for as long as you have (since you were in diapers, in fact), you might’ve dismissed all the fidgeting, sighing, and a distinct lack of eye contact as nervousness. Anxiousness about his upcoming tournament that’ll have him away from you home for at least a month.

It’s a big deal and the main reason for his presence in your apartment at all today, going over his old game tapes while sitting on your lumpy couch, clad in one another’s high school hoodies. Your status as one of his oldest friends - one of his only friends, at least from childhood - has granted you permission to give him something, the highest honor of all: your opinion.

That’s what you’ve been trying to do anyway, giving him your (unearned) insight and (innocent - unqualified) observations, but he’s distracted.

That’s extremely unlike him.

You peer at him out of the corner of your eye, watching as he squirms again in his seat, fists clenching into the football shorts he’s wearing. His eyes are bleary and unfocused where they belatedly track his own movement on the television.

Are you okay? sits heavy on your tongue, but you don’t voice your concern, not yet, not again. You’ve already asked him that at least five different times since he got here an hour ago, and every time, you’ve been rebuffed with a shaky, “reassuring” smile and a clumsy dismissal.

Not one to keep pushing your nose in where you’re unwanted, you’ve lapsed into the tense silence, contenting yourself to observe him worriedly through your periphery and hoping he’ll come around to revealing whatever is bothering him so bad.

You don’t hold out hope though — Yoichi is nothing if not stubborn, at least in his emotional independence. You wonder passively if he opens up to his team members, the ones you see him post on social media sparingly, his grin broad and unapologetic in every selfie or group photo that crosses your feed.

Your gut clenches at the thought. Jealousy rankles, sending heat across your nape and boiling in the pit of your stomach.

There’s absolutely no reason for you to feel so envious — you know Isagi doesn’t do things he doesn’t want to, that’s always been true, so you can trust that he wants to spend time with you. That he seeks you out for your honesty and friendship and means it. That, if he didn’t like you anymore, he’d have no qualms about ghosting you like he has former romantic partners and ex-classmates.

Feelings aren’t always logical though, as evidenced by the way your nails bite at your palms, imagining Isagi being a more vulnerable version of himself with people who aren’t you.

(You’re fully aware these feelings aren’t entirely platonic. Your envy isn’t just based on the fact you were there the first time Yoichi picked up a football, or that you’ve spent many a sleepover wrapped up around each other while a match played quietly on the TV behind you.

It’s because you like him. It’s impossible not to. While you know the possibility he feels anywhere near what you do is slim-to-none, the idea that he’d choose others who haven’t earned him, who haven’t memorized Isagi the way you have, who don’t truly know him, makes you sick to your stomach.)

You’re swiftly and violently wrenched from your possessive thoughts by the television abruptly going quiet. You blink, looking over at the muted audio of the match in delayed confusion, before swinging your gaze to Isagi who’s staring at you, cheeks pink.

You aren’t sure how long he’s been trying to get your attention in his roundabout way, how long you were festering in your thoughts. Real concern bubbles up again and you shift to face him completely on the couch, cataloguing the way he tenses when the full brunt of your focus falls on him.

“Isagi?” you’re careful to keep your voice gentle, unobtrusive, so he doesn’t clam up. “Are you okay?”

He inhales sharply through his nose, his hands clenching into fists hard where they rest against his thighs.

He shakes his head, no.

Worry shoots through you like a bolt of lightning and you straighten up, just barely stopping yourself from reaching out to him.

Instead, you send him a soft smile, laden with as much soothing energy you can muster. “You can tell me what’s going on, Isagi, ‘s okay.”

The rational part of your brain recognizes that you’re babying him a little, that your tone is bordering on too saccharine, but he responds to it, his body unfurling a little from where he was sat so tensely.

“Something’s wrong with me,” Isagi says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Shy, almost. You bludgeon the part of you that wants to coo.

“What d’you mean? Are you sick? Do you need soup? Meds? Electrolytes?”

He waves you off, shaking his head with an incredulous curl of his lip, a shadow of his usual personality, but there nonetheless. Whatever’s going on, it’s not bad enough to completely erase his annoyance at your usual coddling. Good, that’s good.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” you hold your hands up in surrender, your smile shifting into a grin, one he tries to match and (mostly) succeeds. “If you aren’t dying of an unknown illness, what’s going on?”

This time, you watch him more closely as he formulates his answer, his expression falling as he clearly wrestles with something you can’t see.

You don’t pressure him, despite the curiosity eating at you. Instead, you turn your head back to the TV, giving him some semblance of privacy so he can sort himself out, despite you both knowing the match is the last thing on your mind.

Your patience is rewarded moments later, when the television goes black and Isagi calls your name, his voice thready. You whip your head to face him and he’s somehow pinker than before, but the look on his face is resolute.

“I - it’ll be easier if I show you. What’s wrong with me, I mean. Is that - do you trust me?” He stumbles a little over his words, but his gaze is fixed. Determined. He looks like he does before a game and you can’t do anything but nod.

“With my life, Isagi.”

A shuddery breath escapes him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When they open, they’re noticeably darker than before, a shiver running down your spine.

“You can’t - it makes it worse when you say stuff like that,” he rasps, eyes boring into your own.

Your breath catches. “M-makes what worse?”

Isagi bites his lip and stands, looming over you on the couch. You try to keep your gaze on his face, but his proximity and height makes it borderline impossible.

Without your consent, your eyes trail down, down, down, past his impressive physique, barely hidden beneath your stupid student association hoodie, until they rest on his crotch.

You gasp, involuntary. He’s hard.

Well, hard is really an understatement. He’s absolutely bricked, tip straining against the thin fabric of his shorts and leaking like a faucet. The wet spot makes it look like he pissed himself, there’s so much, and your mouth waters.

Isagi’s cock kicks hard, the area darkening where the cloth is pulled taut and he hisses.

“D-don’t look at it like that, fuck,” he grits out, fists tightening at his sides. Your attention flies back up to his red face, so painfully turned on.

“How am I looking at it?” You sound breathless, even to your own ears, arousal setting you aflame quicker than you thought possible.

(Leave it to Isagi to excel at literally everything, including activating your libido. You can’t even be surprised.)

Another choked noise falls from Isagi’s bitten, raw lips, dick pulsing visibly, but this time, he shoves a hand past his waistband, clamping it tight around his base.

Your eyes widen, thighs pressing together from the sheer wave of want that threatens to overtake you, to drown you. He almost came.

He glares down at you, before his eyes slam shut, whimpering softly like a kicked dog. “Like - like you want it.”

You let out a shaky breath. You do want it, want it more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything (outside of Isagi himself). You want it in your mouth, inside you, anywhere you can get it, get him.

You refrain from voicing any of this aloud, though, shaking your head like an 8 ball to clear it. When you look back up at Isagi, his eyes are still closed though his dick never stops leaking, despite his fingers acting as an impromptu cock ring.

“What’s - what is the issue here, Isagi?” You try to sound firm, in control, but you miss by a mile. Lust puts your vocal chords in a stranglehold, making you sound hoarse, like you’d already been sucking him off for hours. (You wish.)

It affects him, the way you say his name, and he gasps, his head falling back, dark strands sticking to the sweat that’s gathered at his hairline. You watch with blown pupils as Isagi wrangles himself together, finally cracking an eye open to pin you.

“You are. You’re the fucking issue,” It’s the clearest he’s sounded since he started this conversation, and you ignore the way his words pierce you, the heat in your gut souring until he continues.

“It’s always - always like this when I’m with you. No one else. I can’t - shit - even get it up without thinking about you! And, and when I’m here, I have to jerk off like - like six times just so I don’t cum in my goddamn pants like a teenager! You broke me, you broke my dick, and you - you need to take responsibility for making me like this.”

Isagi’s chest is heaving by the time he’s done, his cock showing no signs of flagging despite his frustration. He looks at you expectantly, skin flushed and eyes wild.

You feel … you feel proud. It’s fucked up — you should probably feel apologetic. Remorseful. You should feel bad that your closest friend’s relationships have likely crumbled because of something you inadvertently caused, that he lives in a constant state of sexual discomfort when he spends time with you, that he can’t even find solace in his own hand, but … you don’t.

The possessive part of you preens that you’ve managed to put your mark on him, that you’ve ruined him for anyone else without even lifting a finger. You’ve always been Isagi’s, but now, he’s yours too.

A smile spreads across your lips and Isagi’s breath hitches, cock twitching where he grips it, still hidden beneath the dri-fit material of his shorts.

You slip off the couch and onto your knees in front of him, ignoring the way the carpet presses into your uncovered skin uncomfortably and reveling in the low groan wrenched free from Isagi’s chest.

“You want me to take responsibility, baby?” you coo, your hands sliding up his toned calves and strong thighs. He tenses hard beneath your touch and proximity, panting through dry lips. “I will, of course. I would’ve done it a long time ago, if you’d just told me. But, you must’ve been scared, hm? Confused as to why your body was doing this to you? You needed me and I wasn’t there.”

You look up at him through your lashes, your grin widening when you see the tears lining his waterline, involuntary. He nods, upset and overwhelmed, unable to answer due to his lower lip tucked firmly between his front teeth.

Your heart clenches. He’s so sweet. And now, he’s all yours. You rub circles on his inner thighs and his entire body shakes, legs threatening to give out beneath him. He’s holding on admirably, you think, and for that he should be rewarded.

“I’m sorry,” you start, hands sliding up beneath the hem of his bottoms. “I’m here now, okay? I’ll take care of you, I promise, Isagi.”

You soften your grin as you tilt your head up at him and his eyes go impossibly wide, panic overtaking his features. His mouth drops open on a keening whine, his free hand spasming at his side.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck, I - no-“ Isagi chokes on his words as his eyes roll back and he cums. Hard. His hips jerk forward, cock kicking out rope after rope of cum, joining the veritable mess of pre staining his crotch. His muscular thighs quiver beneath your fingertips as his orgasm continues, your name falling from his lips with an unabashed groan.

You watch on in unabashed delight. You knew he was sensitive since starting this conversation, but you didn’t know just how much of a hair trigger he has, especially because he’s still cumming, drool slipping down his chin and collecting on his chest. On your hoodie.

From your place on your knees, you have a front row seat to the whole show, taking in every pulse and twitch of his shaft as his orgasm finally tapers off and he collapses to the ground in front of you, like a puppet with its strings cut.

You can’t stop yourself from crawling closer to him, cupping his softening, drenched cock through his ruined shorts.

Isagi whines when your hand makes contact, but instead of pulling away, he bucks up into your touch, tilting his head towards you to look at you with bleary, lovestruck eyes. Your breath catches in your throat, sure that your expression matches his (just less fucked out).

“G’na take care ‘f me?” he slurs, his lips cracking into a lazy grin as his dick plumps up quickly, both from your ministrations and the slow grind he’s enacting.

You’re bowled over by the intense love you’ve tried to ignore for years, threatening to consume you until there’s nothing left but your bleeding heart, resting in the hands of the only person you’ve ever trusted with it.

Overcome, you lean in and sink your teeth into the side of Isagi’s neck, adding more pressure until you feel the skin break beneath your canines, warm copper flooding your tongue.

Isagi cries out, tilting his head to the side to give you more room to devour him, piece by piece. His cock pulsates under your hand, another flood of his cum soiling your palm with a quiet whimper of your name.

He came with your teeth buried in his neck and your touch against the most sensitive parts of him. There's no going back.

You feel your ribs crack open, flaying yourself to make room for this beautiful boy in your chest, knowing you will never, ever let him go.

The way he looks at you as you lave over the bruised and bleeding skin with your tongue in apology tells you he knows your plans and is more than okay with them, with becoming a willing prisoner in a cell of your own design.

You pull away smiling, his blood staining your teeth. Isagi smiles right back.

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chocochozi · 3 days ago

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Unheard and unfelt.

Pairing: Itoshi Sae x Fem! Reader

Contains: Angst with comfort, Sae is a yearner

Communication issues and your boyfriend's lack of empathy proved to be the biggest obstacle. Despite your best efforts, the two of you just couldn't seem to find common ground. Every conversation felt like a battle, each unable to truly understand the other's perspective. It was a slow and painful realisation that you both are growing further apart, not closer together.

After yet again another heated argument, Sae was going walked out on you, saying he doesn't have time arguing with, and that he's tired after practicing.

"This! This is what i'm talking about Sae. Did you even get my point?" Your boyfriend stops walking, his back facing you as if thinking of something to say.

You clenched your fists, "Are you really gonna walk out on me?"

No response.

You scoffed at your own attempts, you ran your fingers through your hair, swallowing the lump in your throat, you're tired. Tired of how frequent the arguments are with Sae, And the stress is mentally and physically getting to you. you closed your eyes for a few seconds letting out a shaky breath before opening them again. "Lets.. Lets just end this, Sae."

── .✿

Nearly two months since you left Sae, of course you had a hard time trying to move on, completely avoiding everything soccer related. But with how famous your ex is, almost everyday you see his stupid face whenever you go for a morning jog, walk or even going to your work. From billboards, advertisements, the news, basically everywhere.

Itoshi Sae is everywhere and it's driving you crazy.

Sae begins to feel the loneliness that comes with the absence of your presence in his life he was in denial at first, gaslighting himself that he never needed your presence at the first place. He starts to notice the little things that changed without you in his life, and he starts to miss the way you laughed, the way you spoke, and the comfort you brought to his otherwise empty days how you'd cheer for him at his matches.

The two of you haven't been able to shake off the feelings you still had for each other. Despite the distance and the breakup, the memories and connection between you two kept gnawing at both of you.

── .✿

You were invited to a charity event that is a high-profiled fundraiser, organized by a renowned sports company with ties to football. Their invitations are exclusive and hard to come by, but Sae's status as a famous footballer and his connections in the industry made it possible for him to receive an invite. And of course, as a person who is also high profile, you wouldn't miss an invite. As you arrive at the venue, the air is filled with people dressed in their best formalwear, laughing and chatting amongst themselves. The atmosphere is grand and elegant, and you can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the extravagance around you.

During the event, you spot an familiar pink hair in the crowd talking to the other guests or rather, they're talking to him. You can feel his gaze linger on you every so often. As the night progresses, you find yourself standing alone on the balcony of the venue, trying to catch a breath from the crowded room.

The night sky is clear, the stars shimmering above you. Inside the venue, the music played in the background. As you stand alone on the balcony, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves, You were lost in thought, enjoying the cool night air and the solitude of the balcony, when you suddenly notice a shadow fall over you. Startled, you look up to see Sae standing just a few feet away, his gaze fixed on you.

"Hey," Sae started, his voice low and soft. You looked over at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hey," you reply, keeping your response cool and collected.

Sae takes a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts. You could tell he wanted to say something, but was hesitant.

"I want to talk to you," he admits, his gaze focused on the city lights.

You turn to face him fully, your curiosity piqued. "Sure." Maybe it was closure, the closure you've been waiting for. The closure that you hoped will aid your aching heart, and will finally help you move on.

Sae looked away again, his expression turning pained. He ran a hand through his hair, his usual calm facade starting to crumble.

"..I miss you." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I miss having you around, I miss talking to you, I miss hearing your voice."

You could see the raw honesty in his eyes, the struggle he was going through to confess what he's been feeling.

You looked into Sae's eyes, a myriad of emotions swirling within you. A mix of hurt, anger, and heartache filled your chest as you remembered the countless times he had let his career take precedence over your relationship. You took a step back, trying to put some space between you two.

"No," you said finally, your voice firm. "I can't keep going back and forth, being hurt and then being apologized to. If that is all you're going to say, then please excuse me." You turn your heels, holding back your tears Sae's heart ached at your action, as if instinct, his hands wrapped around your torso, preventing you from walking any further. He buried his face on the crook of your shoulder

Soon as Sae's arms wrapped around you, your heart felt like it was being squeezed. The familiar feeling of his body against yours, the scent that was uniquely him, it all felt so intimate and yet so painful. You wanted to pull away, to protest, to tell him to let you go, but as much as it hurt, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"Don't go. Please." Sae whispered, his voice filled with desperation. He held you closer, you could sense his yearning, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. It was as if he was holding onto you for dear life, as if the mere touch of you was the only thing that kept him grounded.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling torn between your own anger and the intense emotions he was stirring within you. "I can't keep doing this with you, Sae. You've hurt me enough." As the words left your lips, the tears that had been gathering in your eyes finally spill over, running down your cheeks. Sae's grip on you tightened, his embrace pulling you even closer against his chest. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, his voice low and filled with regret.

"I know I've been difficult, and I haven't been understanding. I've been such an ass. I..I'll try better, I promise."

You pulled slightly away from Sae's arms, looking up at him with a mix of hurt and understanding.

"You've have been an ass." you said, your voice cracking just a bit. "After what you did to me, I'm not ready to forgive you yet."

Sae let out a sigh, his expression pained but accepting of your words. "I know I have," he replied quietly. "And I understand if you need time before giving me another chance."

You nodded, a mix of emotions still coursing through you. Despite everything that had happened, there was still a part of you that cared deeply for him, a part that was willing to give him a chance to prove himself.

"I need time to think," you said, your voice wavering. "But... I'm willing to give you a chance, if you're serious about trying to understand me better."

Each day, Sae demonstrated his commitment to changing his ways and showing you that he was serious about earning back your trust. He made a conscious effort to be more open and understanding, actively listening when you spoke and making sure to consider your feelings and perspectives. He even went out of his way to do little things that you liked, like baking you your favorite cake even if it was a total failure or bringing you your favorite drinks in the morning.

He no longer forgot important dates or events, and would always make an effort to be present and supportive when you needed him.

After months of rebuilding trust and working through their issues, you and Sae had finally found your way back to each other and even getting married a few years after. The two of you managed to overcome the challenges and misunderstandings that had previously torn you apart.

── .✿

Sae sat across the table from his PR team, who were currently lecturing him about the need to maintain discretion and privacy when it came to his personal life. However, Sae's mind was preoccupied, constantly straying back to you.

His PR manager noticed his distraction and sighed, "Sae, we've discussed this. We need to keep your personal life under wraps to avoid any potential scandals or negative press."

Sae's gaze was distant. "Not like I've ever cared about what the media thinks."

The PR team exchanged worried glances, knowing that he had a tendency to be quite stubborn when it came to things he didn't care about. However, they persisted and tried to convince him once more to be careful.

"Think about your image, Sae. If it gets out that you have a significant other, it could affect your career and reputation."

The athelete simply raised an eyebrow, a hint of defiance in his eyes.

"How does having a relationship affect my performance anyways." he replied, it was more of a statement than a question.

His PR manager sighed in frustration, but before they could continue their lecture, the interview producer peeked in the room. "We're ready for you, Mr. Itoshi."

Sae stood up from his seat. The PR team shot him a final warning look, but he ignored them as he headed towards the interview set.

As he sat down across the interviewer, the questions started, and everything was going as expected, but it was going more longer that what Sae had predicted. The interviewer shifted the topic from soccer to asking about his personal life and openly flirting with him.

Sae was getting impatient. "If you aren't going to ask anything aside from my career, this interview is finished, i want to go home to my wife." He stood up from the chair he was sitting on but not before giving the interviewer a nasty look. "Professionalism fears you with how you're doing your job." Sae turned around and walked out of the room, hearing his team's muffled voice apologizing for his actions.

In just a few hours, the person who interviewed your husband was fired.

#angst #angst with happy ending #angst with comfort #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock itoshi sae #itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader

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congratufuckyoulations · 2 days ago

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i LOVE my 2 boyfriends~🤍

SORRY FOR GRAMMAR ERRORS

Sanji x reader, zoro x reader, zosan duh. Zosan x reader idek if thats a things tbh but like thats basically accurate so idek. Sanji is lowkey a switch? , Zoro! Top as always,but lowkey he soft, the reader is a switch idk lowkey. kinda slow start srry

a/n: I was scrolling on TikTok and saw these pics. It makes perfect sense honestly. You can see the watermark on the pics too so yeah. Anyway love u TikTok, thank u for this random idea lol. writing this in my notes rn I honestly only know how I’m gonna start this. Praying for an ending to appear at the end of this. hopefully i post this. I also only know how to write decently long fanfics sorry bout that.....Also kinda took inspo from challengers. With zendaya making the two guys kiss in the movie. It was so real, so iconic. The scene was deadass great thank yewwww and I will be putting a scene like that IN HERE 😮‍💨😏😇

Warning- HEAVY SMUT??! , girl idk it gets freaky??! PORN WITH PLOT BASICALLY . deadass don’t know what people consider SUSSY help. Just read with an open mind!?? ANAL!!! sanji and reader. yeah ik sounds crazy. Just be very open minded i know anal isnt taken lightly💔 not that ive done it. Thats me having an open mind

THEY ARE BOYFRIENDS.

Zosan truther🙌👏

-ofc I gotta add sum with the outfits, so here it is. I know the shoes are impractical. But let’s just look at Namis and Robin's shoes. Right ,okay , so yeah enjoy. The heels are just too cute. they are like a more stable heel too i love them. im broke.

You sway along in the breeze of the evening. Your feet dragging against the stone path. Feeling every small rock you step on with your heels. Some even cause you to lose balance here and there. But never enough to fall over, only losing balance for a quick second. The people of the town your crew saved dance into the next day. You never knew so many people could keep up the fun for so long. I mean a party longer than a day let alone going on the second one already.

Forgetting about all your responsibilities for a second. You smile feeling great with all the new memories being created. Forgetting about the unstable path for a second feeling a strong breeze pick up. Making you realize this little brown cover-up wasn't gonna cut it. This trip back to the boat needs to go by faster. You thought to yourself as you picked up the pace. The cool breeze nipping at your exposed legs. Your heels click against the stone path. Echoing through the empty spaces between the townhouses you pass by. You can see the silhouette of the sunny as the sunsets past the horizon out of sight. As you hurry away from all the loud music and laughter. The sunny growing bigger the closer you get.

Previously this morning when waking up and changing into shorts and the halter top. It never passed your mind how easily the weather would drop as the sunset.

"I should've asked Nami about the weather today" you grumble to yourself. Nami was great not only being an excellent friend. But overall she was a girl with a strong head on top of her shoulders. The weather never made much sense to you. Thunderstorms didn't scare you into a panic, but it was a little unsettling at the loud strikes of thunder. Weather never passed your mind as much of an interest. When Nami talked about it though you could listen for hours. It was all second nature to Nami. (Nami x reader??) Soon gaining a pep in your step at the thought of your ginger friend who you loved dearly. Your mind wanders off easily making the trip back to the boat seem more quick than you remember

Walking back to the sunny letting your body take control. Only a few feet away from the ramp leading to the sunny. Putting full trust in your body to get you onto the boat. Going to the sunny not only meant changing into warmer clothes to party with through the rest of the night, but you knew two particular guys would be there too. Or at least you hoped that was the case.

Now that your thinking about it throughout today's party events the two were nowhere to be seen. The excuse of going back to the sunny to change into warmer clothes was an opportunity to break away from Luffy which wasn't hard at all, not when meat was involved. You felt bad leaving Luffy, but knowing the boy he was bound to make a new friend in seconds. But now you could go and confirm your suspicions. Knowing the two probably snuck off to enjoy time with each other. And the FOMO was real.

Since the three of you had some weird alliance. You were all comfortable with each other and cared for each other a little more deeply than most crewmates. Mostly because most crewmates don't sleep around with each other….. was it a relationship? or a situationship? None of you knew the answer.

It started with just you and Sanji making out here and there. After the first exchange, you both covered up this “fling” as both adults using each other for pleasure and nothing more. You both agreed that the two of you were just pirates who often spent many days at sea. Who needs some stress relief during those times? Both the others type. Not because you like each other or anything. And it was consensual, so who was it harming? Soon Zoro found out the situation between you two. Coincidentally catching the two of you in the act of the heated exchange.

Flashback onto a random day

One day when Sanji was stressed out over how he was gonna portion out servings with such a low food supply. (Due to Luffy…) you decided to be there to support him. Somehow that ended up in an intense make-out session in the kitchen where you were consoling him. If this even is consider consoling. Soon the kissing takes a turn for the better. With Sanji lifting you on the counter. Your Back to the door.

With Sanji between your legs. His body spreads them further apart. His left hand is on your hip. Rubbing his hand back and forth in a soothing motion. You don’t realize the key detail in the heat of the moment. But your body shows Sanji a reaction you're unaware of when his hands rub against you. Your lips always curled up whenever his hands grabbed your hips or waist. Your body always seems to relax into putty at this action.

Sanjis hand traveled up your torso, to your neck. Soon finding its way to cup your cheek. As his hand traveled into your hair pulling you deeper into the kiss. Teeth clashing. Tongues deep in the other's mouth. Trying to savor every drop of each other's salvia. It had been around a month since the last session. Both never being able to catch a moment alone. Now finally getting a quick chance together. On the kitchen counter. Not the ideal spot but it was better than going even longer without something.

Your hands explore the cook's body as well. Your hands find his chest and glide them down his dark blue suit. Your arms grasping at the waist trying to pull him closer. Your legs soon follow suit. Lifting them to wrap around the blonde's waist. Feeling like he couldn't get any closer. You both need this. Both of you relentlessly grinding on one another. Your arms come back up to wrap around his neck. You felt so desperate for a release.

God Sanji's cock felt so good against your shorts. You couldn't help but glance down between the two of your bodies. Your chests rise up and down as you pant from the small workout. Admiring the bulge rutting against you and how Sanjj looked great as his pants grew tighter. Your mouth salivated at the outline of the bulge and the way Sanji slide the bulge perfectly against your clothed clit. Causing your body to jolt and tighten your thighs around Sanji.

“Mon amour, you feel so great I cannot get enough~” Sanji coos down into your ear.

“G-god Sanji, just keep doing that~” You whine back. Feeling like an amateur who just found out about dry humping for the first time. Chasing the amazing feeling of the fabric between you. Rubbing together against your most sensitive areas. The two of you rutting against each other trying to get as much friction as possible. Sanji softly laughs before leaning back in to capture your lips in another passionate kiss.

He loved how you often told him what to do. Your simple and small demands he could so easily fulfill. Knowing at the end he would be rewarded with the sight of your face with pure bliss. How your skin becomes damp and how your cheeks puff out from every orgasm. You often were very serious and liked taking control when with Sanji. But you had to admit he does know how to make a girl feel good. And you couldn’t complain about that.

As the kiss deepens and the room grows hotter. You hear the fridge door open from the left of you. The way Sanji freezes mid-kiss lets you know he also heard the fridge door opening. Both your bodies coming to a complete halt.

Both your heads snap to see Zoro leaning over halfway looking into the fridge, grabbing something from inside. Soon standing up straight. His hand swung the fridge door shut. A cold sake bottle in hand. Staring blankly at the two of you. Taking in the sight of you on the counter with Sanji between your legs. A full display of the cook's erection. Both of your hair messy from letting your hands roam freely. Your top pushed up showing your stomach slightly. With Sanjis suit jacket on the floor. You're pretty sure you pushed that off in the heat of the moment.

“You forgot to lock the door”

Zoro speak up. His face never changes, looking completely serious while you and Sanji look at him in total terror. You could see Sanji's face turn red with anger and you knew a handful of insults were about to come from the blonde's mouth.

“IDIOT YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT NOW!” Sanji yells at Zoro who is already walking back to the kitchen door. Getting ready to take his leave. Looking back to the two of you

“Next time I’ll show the shitty cook how to treat you,” Zoro says as he walks out the door. Leaving you with a grumpy sanji grumbling about how that "moss head is the last person to know how to any girl." Especially you, out of all people.

Let's just say there did end up being a next time only a day later. And ever since the three of y’all used each other to fulfill any sexual desires. There was supposed to be “no feeling involved” but deep down you all knew you did. You all did have feelings for each other but you all had yet to figure something out.

Back to the present

Now as you reached the top of the ramp, slowly steeping onto the deck of the sunny. You notice how the sunny seems so much more calm without your crazy captain running around. Or a skeleton bugging you about your panties. You frown missing your crew members already. Even though you know they aren’t too far away throwing another one of their super parties.

This trip to the boat to change would be over soon and you would be back with your group. But your stomach brewed with warmth at the sight of light peeping through the bottom of the door leading to the kitchen. If both guys weren’t here. You at least knew one of the guys was. And that was Sanji. You could always rely on Sanji when you wanted somebody who would listen to what you say right away. Sanji listened to you.

Zoro not so much both of you often butting heads and getting into small little arguments. Both of you have very dominating personalities humor and love-wise. Even though you and Zoro were both dominant. The two of you learned to open up with each other throughout this whole situation. It was most common for you and Zoro to overpower the chef. It was like good cop and bad cop. You treated Sanji the way he deserved making sure to pamper to his every need. While Zoro played the bad cop. Often being rougher with Sanji and throwing insults around casually.

The combination was overwhelming for Sanji. Getting controlled by a beautiful lady and a decent swordsman. The three of y’all experimented in many different ways. Sometimes the two boys team up to pleasure you as much as possible. Making sure you feel appreciated. You especially liked it when both of the boys just wanted to be taken care of by you. Letting you do whatever you want to them. The trio using up their free will as much as possible to discover new things

Your feet move on their own at the thought of the two guys passing through your mind. Your legs pick up speed as you approach the door turning the knob. Letting your body be greeted by the warmth of the kitchen. (erm why are we always in the kitchen) As the door swings out of the way. You see two familiar figures to your left. You knew them all too well. Of course, this is where they would be. Seeing the two in a very scandalous position leads your smile to grow as you turn to lock the kitchen door.

Seeing Zoro pressing into Sanji as he was sat on the counter. This position was all too familiar to you. Having been caught in the same one with Sanji the day Zoro decided to join this...…situation. Except Sanji saw as you entered with Zoros back to you. Sanjis right leg wrapped around the swordsman's waist. While the other was in between Zoro's legs.

The scene itself sent heat straight from your face down to your core. The two guys using each other to get off. Zoros hands tightly on the blonde's waist. Sanjis's face is flushed red. It was amusing seeing Sanji in the position you once were in. Only a couple of counters away from where the two of you were caught by Zoro.

Sanjis hips slowing down against his was enough to catch Zoro's attention. Following the cook's eye line he turns his head behind him to see you standing there with your cheeks flushed. You begin to walk closer you make your way to the right of Zoro. As you approach the pair your hand slides along Zoro's back. Feeling the muscles underneath your fingertip through his green kimono. Letting your hip rest against the counter. Now with your body facing directly at them. Both boys turn their heads to look at you.

"I think you forgot to lock the door~" you tease the two guys.

"You can blame Moss Head for that this time" Sanji replies. His voice shaking a little at the actions that took place not long ago

"oh shut it cook. Y/N are you gonna join or not" Zoro mutters looking back to the boy in front of him.

As Zoro looked away, you watched as he began picking his pace back up. Zoro continued to grind up against the cook in a desperate chase of relief. His cheeks were well flushed. His eyes started dropping making him look delicious. Sweat forming on his neck. You could eat him up right now if he let you. Your hands coming up to cup his face. Turning his head to you as he leaned down to kiss you.

Your hand finds its way into his green hair. The other finds his neck resting around it. Nothing intense though, just a light hold on his neck not wanting to ever hurt the swordsman. Not like you really could hurt the brute of a man.

While making out with Zoro he held onto Sanji keeping up his humping against their clothed bulges. Sanji felt so good already and the sight of the two of you making out right in front of him. It was enough for him to almost come undone. He could feel his orgasm creeping closer. As you and Zoro pull away. A string of salvia connects the two of you. Zoro and your lips curved into a slight smile at the lewd occurrence.

Sanji was entranced with how well you and Zoro looked together. He might’ve said he hated the swordsman. But he couldn't deny the guy's good looks. The two of you together looked amazing. It was a dream for Sanji. Sanji was broken out of his trance as you and Zoro turned your heads to look at the blonde. As he sat on the counter with Zoro's pace slowing down against him.

You spoke up

“Sanji has been working extra hard lately. Don't you agree, Marimo?”

“You think so, huh? If you’re so sure then you must be correct~” zoro replies

“I think that deserves a reward~” you coo

You and Zoro glance at one another quickly before locking back onto Sanji

“How does that sound sanji~” you purr

As your right hand travels up his arm, going up to the nape of his neck. Your fingers twisting his blonde hair at the back of his neck

“My love that sounds more than delightful~” Sanji whisper out.

That’s all you and Zoro needed before beginning to work the cook. Zoro began undressing himself between the cook's legs. As you and Sanji leaned in sharing a kiss. It was slow and loving. Zoro watched intensely watching how you and Sanji worked each other's mouths.

Your body leans down a bit to meet the cook halfway. You slightly overpowered the cook. One of Sanjis's hands holding your waist while the other is placed behind him to keep him upright. After a while of being consumed by the sight of you two.

Zoro begins helping the chef out of his shirt. Then turning his attention to you. Leaning over slightly to kiss your neck from behind. His hands traveled up the small of your back to your shoulders pulling off the small brown cover-up you wore.

Throwing it off somewhere. His hands travel down your back. Once halfway down your back, you felt his bigger hands wrap around your front side. His hand finds the button of the shorts.. His fingers worked to undo the button of the small shorts you wore. you and Sanji continue your turn making out together.

Zoro was dominant, yes but he still cared. Even though his introvert personality made him always seem grumpy. The guy was a complete idiot and often cracked small jokes here and there. It would be a shock to many to see how the man cared for Sanji and you.

A small act of helping you two out of your clothes. Zoro always enjoyed watching even though he wouldn't admit it. Zoro felt himself grow even more hard at the sight of the pair growing more relaxed. As they let Zoro take control of them. Allowing him to undress the two of you.

You smile into the kiss feeling Zoro's rough hands against your legs as he slides your shorts down. Feeling his hand travel up the back of your legs, tracing your body from your thighs, up the spine of your back coming back up to your shoulders. His fingers quickly undo the top tied around your neck. Pulling away from Sanji feeling the support from your shirt disappear. You glance down and then right back up to Sanji.

His face flushed. A lazy smile across his face. His eyes were glazed over with lust. Looking back down getting ready to remove to the top yourself. You felt both the boy's hands at the bottom of your halter top. Pulling the shirt up and over your head. The two doing all the work for you.

You giggle as you lean up making out with Zoro. Before pulling away and turning your head to make out with Sanji. It wasn't too long before you pulled your head away from Sanji. Your left hand finds the back of Zoros's neck and your right hand finds its way to Sanjis as well. The three of your faces burning up. You slowly pull away, leaving only the boys face-to-face. The two caught the message. Your hand only rested on their necks as they leaned in to kiss each other. You would be lying if you said this didn't make you hot.

As your eyes dropped lower you realized the two men were both only in their boxers now. Looking at yourself you stand only in your underwear and well your heels. Looking down at your shorts now pooled around your heels. Stepping out of your heels leaving them in between the shorts. Pushing the pile of clothes to the side with your foot.

As you looked up from moving your shoes and shorts out of the way. You caught the eyes of Zoro and Sanji looking at you. While undressing yourself the two at one point realized you were no longer touching them. Or even paying attention to them.

"Oi, I thought you were joining in?" Zoro says with a smirk

"Does it not look like it" You reply, as you give him an, Are you serious? Look. you stood there naked. It was obvious the two of you were just joking around. Zoro may have a bad sense of direction, but that didn't mean the man was stupid.

Zoro reaches his arm out to grab you. Pulling you closer to the pair you've grown very fond of. Sanjis hand reaches out hooking his finger around the side of your underwear

"My sweet these might get in the way" Sanji coos in your right ear

"The cooks right, I thought I removed those with the shorts" Zoro agrees, his smirk growing. His hands find their way to the sides of your body. Pulling your underwear down letting them fall onto the floor. While Zoro helped you out of your underwear, Sanji was quick to get rid of his boxers. The two of you are now completely naked in the kitchen. Thankfully you locked the door and there was a huge party going on at the moment. Otherwise none of this would be able to get past the crew.

Zoro had stepped out a little from between Sanjis legs. His hands guide you to stand in his spot. With Sanjis sitting on the counter leaning back on his right hand. His head tilts back due to the pleasure his other hand is giving him. You were right in front of Sanjis exposed legs, his hardened cock on display. Lewd moans flow out from between the cook's lips as his gaze settles on you.

"You get the top," Zoro says in your ear, as he lifts you by the waist helping you onto the blonde's lap. You never liked dominant guys, but Zoro was so different. He was soft when it came to intercourse. His demands come out softly never raising his voice at you. He was firm with what he wanted. The gesture of him easily lifting you was impressive. Lifting you on the counter to straddle the cook sitting on it. Zoro casually shows off his natural strength to you and Sanji.

As you are now straddling Sanji on the counter with Zoro behind you. You get a little shy with your bare back end exposed to somebody. But you remind yourself that these are the guys you've seen naked a couple of times already. The feeling of Sanjis's hard cock on your clit helps you relax.

The two of you locking lips again as you slowly start to rock on his cock. Feeling his length slide easily between your lips. Your slick provides a natural lubricant allowing you to slide back and forth easier. You pull away looking down admiring the way his dick glides perfectly against your clit.

"Sanji, my love, I can feel how hard you are with no clothes between us," you say

"M-Mon Amour, keep moving like that" Sanji whines, as you grind down harder onto the blonde. It was way too hot for you and Sanji to handle. Your minds are both fuzzy at the sight of his hardened cock almost entering you. Only to hump into your folds with the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive clit perfectly.

Behind you, zoro watches for a while enjoying the show once again. His cock throbbing brought him back to reality as his hand pumped up and down his shaft. His hardened cock grew in size at the sight of you grinding slowly against the chef's cock.

Not allowing him to enter you just yet. Zoro opened his mouth allowing himself to spit down onto his hardened cock. Feeling a quick cooling sensation on his cock from the spit before it disappeared. As he rubbed the spit onto his aching cock. Zoros's left-hand finds its way to your thigh from behind. The sight of you grinding on Sanji from behind made the swordsman go crazy.

His left hand moved to your ass grabbing some in his hand before moving over to your wet folds. Inserting one finger slowly pumping it in and out before adding a second in. Seeing the way your back arched at the feeling of his fingers inside you. Your chest going forward as you arch, pressing against Sanji. Whose hands came up, happily cupping your breast. Immediately massaging them while peppering kissing along your chest and up

"God Y/N your dripping all over the place" Zoro says from beind you.

Turning your head over your shoulder. Pulling your attention away from Sanji who is kissing all over your neck. Glancing back at Zoro raising an eyebrow at him.

There he was in all his glory. His tan looked great in this lighting. With his green hair messed up. Pieces of his hair sticking up in the air here and there. Zoro was a sight for sore eyes truly. And here he was behind you stroking himself in one hand, while the other fingers in and out of you. You back arching trying to take more of the swordsman. Fingers were not gonna be enough, you thought to yourself as you moved back and forth on his fingers.

"Could y-you blame me?" you say looking straight back at Zoro. Turning your head back to face Sanji. The cook holding you up in his lap. His arms wrap around your back. Your right tit in his mouth. The blonde hugging you closer to his naked frame. Soon feeling Zoros fingers leave you. Disappointment washes over you but knowing you're about to have way more fun.

You began to rock your hips against Sanji again teasing him as his cock slides past your entrance. Both let moans fall from your lips. Until Sanji lets out a louder moan as he whines "IDIOT, at least tell me when your gonna put a finger in"

"You knew this would end up happening you idiot" Zoro fires back

You glance back to see Zoro inserting his fingers into Sanji's hole. Pumping his fingers very slowly in and out. Noticing he using the same finger he used for you. You felt yourself dripping even more against Sanji at the thought of your slick being used as lube for Sanji.

Your perverted mind grows hazy as you keep rocking against his bare cock. Watching him lean back. His shoulders hit the wall as he was slouched on the counter. You leaned further down taking Sanjis left nipple in your mouth sucking on the area. Your right-hand finds the other one, pinching and teasing the numb.

Sanji was in pure bliss having you grind against him coating you with his slick. Getting pampered all over by you and Zoro. Now with Zoros two fingers dipping in and out of him. Moans flowing from the three of your mouths.

Zoro soon entered himself into Sanji who took some time to get adjusted to the feeling of Zoros hardened cock inside of him. You helped the cook by comforting him with kisses all over and you whispered how good he was. Mentioning how good boys get good rewards. Which was him being allowed inside of you. You never held it above Sanji's head though. Since you had a big soft spot for the chef and often gave in. Always wanting to be able to pleasure the hard-working blonde.

When Sanji got comfortable, he felt your hand grab the base of his cock slowly aligning yourself right above it.

"Enjoy your reward for being so hard-working, chef" you coo into his ear as you lower yourself onto his hardened length. Letting out a moan adjusting to the size of Sanji. Your hands wrapping around his neck trying to find comfort from the passing pain. Sanjis's hands lift to cup your face as he kisses you slowly. Like he's trying to distract you from the pain.

You can feel zoros large hands on your thighs drawing small circles with his thumbs hoping to comfort you. While kissing Sanji you felt one of his hands drop settling on your hip. Helping you sink further down onto him. Feeling your warmth spread open around him. Feeling the shape of his length inside of you. You moan as Sanjis's body begins rocking back and forth due to Zoro starting to thrust into the chef. The movement of Sanji's body caused you to also move back and forth on Sanji.

"Oh f-fuck you both feel amazing" sanji moans from underneath you.

You could hear Zoro let out a soft chuckle. And in this moment it was one of the sexiest things Zoro could've done at a time like this. Everything was a turn-on to you. Your pace begins to pick up as you ride Sanji. Using what strength you have to lift yourself up and down. Your hands planted on Sanji's waist dragging them up his stomach to plant on his chest. Your nails slightly dug into his skin as you use his chest to stabilize yourself and you lazily bounced on his dripping cock.

From behind you feel Zoros arms wrap around you. As he plunges in and out of Sanji's aching hole. He needed something to ground him as well. And you were perfect as his hands wrapped around your torso. Zoro lets you lean back onto him not needing to dig into Sanji's chest no more. Zoros hands at your waist lifting you up and down. Doing all the work for you. Allowing you to gain your energy back slowly. Zoro lifted you up and down on Sanji as he fucked into the blonde on his own.

From Zoro's point of view, he got a clear view of you bouncing up and down onto the cook's cock. Your moans grow loud, mixing in with Sanji's whines and the sounds of your juices mixing. It reeked of sex in the kitchen. As the three of you hump against one another. Your sex crazed minds are taking over completely forgetting about everything.

Zoro's hands leave your waist allowing you to slowly grind back and forth on Sanji's cock. Zoro watches his hand travel up across your body to your right breast As his other hand dips down between your legs. Coming in contact with your wet folds His two fingers find the bundles of nerves. Drawing slow circles. Zoro gaze slowly lifts to look at Sanji who’s watching intensely.

“S-shit guys I'm getting close~” Sanji whimpers out slouching further back into the counter. Sanjis body couldn’t concentrate with Zoro filling him up and you wrapped around him

“You’re doing so good for us, Sanji” you praise as you watch from above

“Zoro, why don’t you tell Sanji how good he’s being” You turn your head to your left. Zoros's head was right above your shoulder. Being very close due to his arms wrapping around your body.

“Yeah cook, I think you’ve been real good. Working hard to pleasure our princess~”

Zoro says in that dam teasing tone of his. The one that drove both you and Sanji to the edge. Zoros' voice affects you two. And as you feel Sanji's cock pulse inside you and you are sure about your previous statement

“You like being praised, right? f-fuck you just got so tight~” Zoro hisses into your ear at Sanji. Not knowing you had the same reaction to his tone of voice as you clenched around Sanji's cock hearing it

“O-oh im getting close Sanji” you whine to the guy below you. Sanji was on cloud 9. The view of you bouncing on his length looking down at him. Your head falling back onto Zoro's shoulder as you feel your orgasm coming closer. Zoro is behind you with his fingers picking up speed on your clit. His hand moves away from your breast. The hand grabs your face. Turning it to the left, making you look directly at him as he was quick to take your lips.

As you lean back onto Zoro your head turned to the side making out with the male that was behind you. You can feel zoros pace pick up from behind as he pumps into Sanji. His chest knocks into your back as you lean onto him. Your hips thrusting upwards taking full advantage of the support you were getting from Zoro's frame.

Y/N and Zoro pulled away from the kiss turning their gaze down to the guy beneath both of them. Sanji felt like prey under their eyes. The two had hunger written all over their faces. As they both fucked Sanji relentlessly. One of Sanji's arms came up to cover his eyes. Avoiding the gaze of the two who were running him like nothing.

“Sanji, my love, don’t hide~” you pur

Your hand moves his arm away from his eyes as you lean over him. Your hand on his left cheek as you kiss along his jaw on the right side. Leaning back slightly to look him in the eyes

“I want you to see how good you make us feel~” you coo as you sit back up leaning up against Zoro again. The two of you taking full control of the cook. Sanjis whines were loud. Zoros groans about getting close. You moaned praises to the two boys as you reached your high

“Y-Y/N im nngh cumming~” Sanji whines loudly as his hands on your waist tighten. Releasing his load inside of you. His head tilts back with his mouth wide open. Thrusting up trying to ride through his high His legs try to close together but are blocked by Zoros's body.

“You two are doing so well, I’m g-gonna cum too” you moaned, feeling your walls clench around his length. as your head flies back onto Zoro's shoulder. Your body shudders from the high of the orgasm. Soon slowly leaning forward onto Sanji. Leaning in to kiss him. Giving him comfort as he settles down from his first orgasm. Knowing Zoro is close and with the way Sanji was moaning you knew he was too.

You smile as Sanji moans into your mouth while you make out. Your right hand slowly slides down his torso testing to see if he's not too sensitive. As you touch his length gently. His hips thrusting up into your hand and a head nod from Sanji as you kiss was more than enough confirmation to continue.

As your hand wraps around Sanji's hardening length you pump your hand up and down his cock. Drawing more moans out of him as you pick up the pace. The blonde's lips find their way to your breast alternating between the two. Moaning between him sucking and kissing all over you.

"S-shit Im gonna cum a-again-" Sanji was cut off by his orgasm. Head falling back again as he reaches his second high as you pump his member and Zoro soon releasing his load not too long after.

"S-hit i'm c-close" Zoro groans out as he reaches his high

His body leans forward onto yours as you lean on Sanji. You sandwiched between the two. The three of you panting in silence. Trying to catch your breath

“This counter is gonna need some intense cleaning” you speak up in the middle of silence. Pushing your body up signaling to Zoro to get off you. He stands up straight now feeling whole after the intense orgasm.

You sit up slowly pulling yourself off Sanji. Standing back on the floor in front of the counter. Standing between Sanji's legs like earlier. You smile as you pat the cook's thigh

“Come on there's a party to attend,” you say to Sanji turning around to walk away but Zoro was standing in your way.

"I think we have time for one more don't you think, curly brows?" Zoros eyes looking behind you meeting with Sanjis

"I think you might finally be right about something, moss head" Sanji chimes from behind you. Zoro leans down to capture your lips. His hand goes into your hair, finding the back of your neck. Deeping the kiss his hands lifted you once more but now instead of straddling his Sanjis lap. Your back is towards him. Sanji lined himself up with your back entrance slowly inserting himself. You wince adjusting to his size. As Zoro pulls away from the kiss, you both look down as he inserts himself into you. Watching his hardened cock disappear back and forth into you.

"i-I don't think I'm gonna l-last long this round" you whine out, which soon turns to loud moans mixed with curses being thrown around. Shit, fuck, you name it.

The three are completely captivated by the feeling of another orgasm forming. The two guys thrusting up into you. As you now lean back onto Sanji who holds your waist with one hand the other teasing your clit. Your legs spread wide open in the air. Zoros arms are hooked at your knees. Your hands clawed at Zoros's body trying to find something to hold with how intense this orgasm was already feeling.

One after the other you, Zoro, and Sanji ended up finishing around the same time. This time taking an even longer break before standing up. Feeling extra worn out this time. The 3 of you slowly gather yourself and get dressed. You all take turns washing your hands, Sanji even getting a cup out of the cabinet for some water. The first to break the silence was Zoro

"Does the party still have booze?" he questions

"uhm. Well earlier they seemed to still be serving drinks so I don't see why not" you reply looking up at the moss head while drying off your hands

"yeah i might take a nap before i go to the party" zoro mentions

"I could go for a nap right now, what about you sanji?" you say, as you turn your head to look at the cook.

"With you, my love? of course" Sanji coos while smiling down at you

"Don't try to cuddle with me you pervert cook" Zoro teases while making his way out of the kitchen. Most likely leading you three to the men's quarters for the nap. Which might just turn into a whole night's rest, to be honest

"AS IF YOU IDIOT" Sanji yells chasing Zoro out the door to argue over something silly. The arguing often turns to normal conversations after time. You follow behind the two watching the way they walk down the stairs.

You stand at the top as they descend watching Sanji leaning over while walking holding his stomach. Zoros's head shakes from side to side, his shoulders going up and down. Watching the two reach the bottom of the step as they laughed about some joke you didn't catch. You never knew what you were with the two.

Eventually, you wanted to figure it out. All you knew was that at this moment, this was the closest thing to happiness. Seeing two of your favorite people laughing together. Joking through it all as if they don't argue constantly.

Picking up your pace you feel your body bloom with warmth at night tucked together with Sanji and Zoro

The end. Sorry i write a lot. I cant just end my stories short or without detail. THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE LIKES. I only posted because i thought maybe one or two people would like my idea. But so far 30 of you liked it. I knew yall were freaky (i forget tumblr people lowkey freaky.. me asff) While writing this i found out i cant write smut lowkey ermm. this was stressful but im glad i found out about tumblr drafts this shit handy.

me rn-

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eyetoothcharalampos · 21 hours ago

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Octavinelle with a Goth!styled reader

Warnings : teasing, bullying, weird stereotypes

If you have minors dni in your bio - dni with this post as this writer is a minor

Azul Ashengrotto:

Well he's met many Goth people throughout his life, but never has he seen one at NRC

The reason you even caught his eye was because of the bullying you received for your very unique looks

He heard names like 'you sacrifice animals' and just bullshit like that

Hence why to him, you were perfect for a deal! You were alone and vulnerable, he had to immediately get you

However you didn't fall for it, which made him extremely intrigued

He saw then how really the comments didn't affect you, you didn't care what others say, you never do, you cared more about enjoying yourself and being happy

Your goth style also changed, you had so much creativity and you expanded through with it and he was impressed

Jade leech :

He enjoys your confidence, your style and all, he thinks it's pretty extremely pretty

However he sometimes wishes he has the same confidence as you do..

Floyd leech :

How unique you are, appearing at NRC like that, not many goths are seen at the school

To say you grabbed his attention is an understatement, he likes how different you look from the others

Almost as unique as a new mushroom he finds during his club activities

He likes to tease you along with his brother, finding your reactions amusing

If you wear makeup, he's interested on how you look without it because he's only ever used to the pale and black all over

Although you get bullied by a few people over your style, crazy assumptions being made, you still stand up for yourself!

Your dedication to your style and music, makes him interested and will want to learn about it of course he doesn't ask you because everything comes for a price doesn't it?

Congrats! You made him very curious about you! Now you may have a trailing eel behind you who will want to learn about your sense of style and music

Oh he's exicted, he loves unique styles and yours is very unique to him!

He doesn't really have a style yet, he's exploring so when you first meet him, he's all up in your ear wanting to learn

He's interested in trying out goth, meeting someone who is makes it more fun!

You still aren't safe from him squeezing you

He understands you get bullied, but does he help? Nah

Seeing you take it was amusing and also he couldn't be bothered to even try and defend you

But you seemed confident even after that, not caring what others say of you and showing really that their words don't affect you at all, he likes that

Due to his interest in different styles, when he goes out, he will ask (no he wont) for you to do his makeup or help with his outfit

So overall he adores the new change! Especially if you dress that way attending NRC!

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purinbunnii · 22 hours ago

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Swipe Right – Part 23

There had been a time when you thought your marriage was perfect.

You had the house, the life, the husband who worked long hours but provided—the things people told you should make you happy.

And for a while, you convinced yourself that you were happy.

Even when the late nights became later.

Even when the text messages on his phone were suddenly private.

Even when he started leaving the room to take calls in hushed tones, his voice just a little too careful, his excuses a little too rehearsed.

You told yourself that you were imagining things. That you were crazy for even thinking it.

Because he told you he loved you.

Because he kissed you before he left for work.

Because he still came home—eventually.

But then, the signs started piling up.

Lipstick on his collar—not yours.

Receipts from dinners you weren’t invited to.

A perfume lingering on his shirts, light and floral, but not the one you wore.

You knew.

You knew, but you told yourself you didn’t.

Because admitting it meant accepting that the life you built, the marriage you committed to, was nothing but a carefully maintained lie.

—

“You’re always working late.”

Your voice had been careful, measured. You had rehearsed it in your head before saying it aloud.

Your husband didn’t even look up from his phone. “You know how the job is.”

You swallowed. “Who were you with?”

That made him pause. He glanced at you, brow furrowing, his expression already shifting into something you recognized too well.

A calculated reaction.

“You’re not seriously accusing me of something, are you?” His voice was even, patient, condescending.

You hesitated. “No, I just—”

“I work my ass off so you can stay home, and this is what I come back to?” He let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “Jesus, you’re being ridiculous.”

The shift was instant.

He wasn’t defensive. He wasn’t angry.

He was making you feel like the problem. Like your concerns weren’t valid.

Like you were crazy.

You swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean—”

“Yeah, you did.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “God, I’m exhausted, and now I have to deal with this?”

The words hit you in the chest.

“Now I have to deal with this.”

Like your feelings were a burden. Like you were the problem.

So you forced a laugh, shaking your head, playing it off. “Forget I said anything.”

He exhaled, pressing a quick, dismissive kiss to your temple. “That’s my girl.”

And that was that.

—

The next morning, he left early, dressed too sharply for a casual office day.

He kissed you on the cheek before walking out the door, his cologne lingering in the air.

An hour later, you found a notification on his laptop.

A dinner reservation for two. A hotel confirmation.

You stared at it for a long time, your heart pounding, the truth staring you in the face.

And yet, when he came home later that night, smelling faintly of perfume that wasn’t yours, you still smiled.

Still asked him how his day was.

Still let him kiss your forehead before you went to bed, his lips tasting like wine and someone else’s lipstick.

Because pretending was easier.

Because if you admitted it, you’d have to do something about it.

And back then?

You weren’t ready.

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When You Touch Me - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 10/?

Hello hello! Excited for new chapter, a little more world-building adjacent, hope y'all like! Before I posted this chapter I've also gone back and added some more details (and fixed some grammar/typos whoops), like reader wore gloves a lot of the time, so they wouldn't be able to meet their soulmate(s). (AO3) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9)

Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn

Wordcount: 2569

Summary: You’ve heard many stories about how people met their soulmates. Everyone crazier than the last, ranging from typical meet cutes, meeting with one of them at death's door, in war, meeting at your soulmate's wedding to another, and everything in between and outside of that. You had just never expected to add yours to the crazy list, meeting yours in a fight, only realizing after trying to kill each other for at least half an hour. And you certainly don’t expect to have another.

In hindsight, you should have stayed longer. Waited until they were both awake, maybe even slept some more while you waited for them (mostly Wade, since you had apparently woken Logan), and then made more concrete plans. The unplanned movie night and nap had helped, but it still didn’t take it all away, your body still aches as you unlock your apartment door.

Closing it behind you, you lean against the wall for a moment, massaging your head. It feels tender, so you press the heel of your hands over your eyes, groaning. You feel better, but not okay. Part of you wants to go back, to make it even better, but a bigger part of you wants to ignore all this soulmate shit.

So instead of leaving again, you take your shoes off, padding into the kitchen to fix yourself some coffee. It’s getting lighter outside, and it’s technically morning, so you might as well stay up.

While you wait for your coffee machine, you stick your hands in the pockets of your jacket.

There’s a piece of paper in your pocket.

That definitely wasn’t there before.

Taking it out, it turns out to be a pink post-it note with a phone number and a small chibi drawing of Deadpool holding a gun.

Wade must have slipped it into your pocket while you slept. How deep were you sleeping for him to do that without waking you? You must have been really out of it. Or Wade just has really nimble fingers, a thought you do not let yourself expand on.

Because, the frustrating thing is, under almost any other circumstance, they would have been your type. Two strong men who are skilled with weapons, and a little insane, you would have gladly taken either or both to bed. But mixing in the soulmate thing? Fuck that.

You crumple up the piece of paper, but throw it into your junk drawer instead of the trash, ignoring the other brief flash pink from Wade’s bandana in there. Your coffee is done, so you take your cup and walk over to the couch, the plan now being to watch some tv before going for a workout.

—---

You last about six hours before you think about the post-it again. In that time you’ve drank three cups of coffee, eaten breakfast, worked out, showered, and started watching some TV.

It’s when you spot a loose thread in your shirt and go to grab a pair of scissors from your junk drawer that you spot the post-it again. You stop, staring at the little piece of pink paper.

You should contact him. Not a call, but text him at least. Start the conversation so you don’t get as bad again. You’ve felt a lot better today, and looked it too, well enough that Dave had told you as much when you ran into him at the gym. (“Hey, look who’s not looking like he’s been chewed on and spit out by some monster! Looking good dude!”)

You spend several minutes crumpling and uncrumpling the little piece of paper, before you’re interrupted by your phone ringing, making you jump. You throw the post-it back into the drawer and slam it shut, grabbing your phone to answer Evelyn.

“Hello.”

“You busy?”

“Nope.”

“Great, lunch? There’s this new bakery I’ve been dying to try, but Olivia’s busy today even though it’s my day off, so I’m taking you.”

“How dare she. Doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice then.”

“Nope! I’ll text you the address.”

—----

When you turn up at the place, it looks like a cute little spot. Flowers in the windows, and if you didn’t have the address, you could have followed your nose to the place. It smells of freshly baked goods and expensive coffee.

Evelyn arrives less than a minute after you, dragging you inside instantly. You chat about what to get, in the end you get a chicken sandwich, blueberry muffin, and coffee. She gets a green tea, BLT, and a slice of lemon cake.

After getting your orders, you find yourself led to a booth next to a window, where you end up sitting across from her.

“So, what’s up with you?”

“Not much, why? What about you?”

“Just the usual. But I asked you first.” You furrow your bow as you take a bite of your sandwich, chewing a little before answering around the food in your mouth.

“And I answered.”

“Yeah, but only with ‘not much’.” You squint at her, swallowing and putting your sandwich down.

“What is this really about?” She picks at her sandwich, and takes a deep breath.

“You haven’t been looking real good lately, even avoiding working out with Dave-”

“You told me to avoid it-”

“Not for this long. But now Dave told me you’re better. You still look rough, but better.”

“Thanks.” You snort.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?”

“You’ve stitched me up enough times to know I’m often in trouble.”

“Not like this. Not like lasting trouble.” She looks worried, truly worried, not in the annoyed way she gets when you turn up on her table too soon after you promised her to keep out of anything that would need her help.

You drag a hand over your face, biting your lip.

“It’s not….. trouble, really. Lasting for sure, but…..”

“Could you be any more non-specific or cryptic?”

“I met someone….”

“Okay…. What does….” She looks down on your gloveless hands, you fight the urge to hide them. “Oh!”

“Yeah.”

“Who? When? Where?”

“Remember the guy who slashed my chest and stomach?” You take a sip of your coffee as Evelyn stares at you with wide eyes.

“The guy you killed? How are you not- How did you not-”

“He got up afterwards. He heals, he’s some kind of mutant.”

“Oh.”

“And while fighting him afterwards, I touched him.”

“Your gloves-”

“Forgot em’.” Evelyn blinks, and after a few seconds, to your surprise, she begins to laugh. It’s quiet, but enough that she needs several tries to take a sip of her tea.

“Figures you met your soulmate when fighting him. Fitting.” She teases. “How did it go?”

“Not well, he ran, and I fucking had to track him down.” She raises an eyebrow, tearing off a piece of her sandwich.

“And how did that go?” She pops the piece in her mouth, chewing while she stares you down, very much letting you know you won’t be spared her full and undivided attention until you answer. She grabs her tea cup next, keeping eye contact.

“Considering my second soulmate tried to slice me too, not great.” She chokes on her tea, wiping her chin with her sleeve, mind too preoccupied by gaping at you to grab some napkins.

“Second?!?” You grimace.

“Yeah.” This time when she laughs, it’s a full on cackle. You feel your face heat up as she’s far from quiet. She draws the attention of quite a few other patrons, but quiets down after you kick her under the table.

“So the universe does have a sense of humor after all.”

“I don’t think it does, I just think it likes to be annoying.”

“Of course you do. But you gotta admit there’s some sort of irony in not wanting soulmates in any form, and then you get two. Do you know if it’s just strictly platonic or not?” You don’t want to answer, already so done with talking about it, but you remind yourself she’s your friend, she’s asking because she cares.

“It’s not.” You leave it at that, she gives a little smirk, though it quickly transforms into a frown.

“But you’ve been looking and feeling like shit for a while. Which…..” She sits up, leaning on her elbows on the table, staring you down. You feel like you’re in the principal’s office after pulling a prank that’s gone too far. “Have you been avoiding them?” She fucking knows you, so of course it’s an easy guess to make. You grind your teeth, but nod. In return you get your full legal name, which is never good.

“You know you should fucking take care of yourself, even if it means doing shit you don’t want.” She doesn’t grab your shoulders and shake you, but you assume she’s not far from doing it. “Are they not your type?”

“Um, well yes, but-”

“Then no buts, they are made for you, and you for them.”

“I’m not made for anyone, I don’t want the universe to decide for me.”

“Or are you just afraid of being seen?”

“I thought you were my friend, not my therapist.”

“I don’t need to be your therapist to know you.” She jokes, her smile slipping into something more fond as she looks at you picking at your nails. “I’m just your friend, and I just want what's best for you.”

“How do you, or the ‘universe’-” Here you do air quotes with a grimace. “-for that matter, know what's good for me?”

“Do you?” Annoyingly she is right. “But you looked like less shit yesterday, even worked out.”

“How did-” You cut yourself off and cross your arms, hiding your bare hands from her view. “Dave, of course.”

“He was worried about you, as we all were. But back to it, you looked less like shit. Which means….” She gestures at you. “You did go see them.” You look out the window, watching people pass for a few seconds. You wish you were out there, in the throng of people, not talking about something you don’t want to even think about over the minimal needed amount.

“Well, I reached my limit. Felt like someone had thrown me in a cement mixer with rocks, and then tried to cave my skull in, so I went back to their place.” She sips on her tea as you look back at her.

“And…?” She prompts as you keep quiet.

“Not much. They ate, we all watched a Barbie movie which I fell asleep during, then I left.”

“Left or ran like a dog with his tail between his legs?” Oh, how wonderful it is to have friends that know you.

“Something like that.”

“Did you even plan anything for the future? It clearly didn’t fully stop you feeling and looking like shit-” She gestures to you, you roll your eyes.

“Thanks.”

“How are you even going to contact them again? Just turn up and hope they’re home?”

“We didn’t plan for much, but I did get Wade’s number.”

“So call him and set up a date.”

“Don’t call it that.”

“Meeting then.” She rolls her eyes. “You need to, literally.” You rub your face, pinching your nose.

“I know, believe me, I am very much aware.” You glance up at her, and her gaze softens. She puts her hand out on the table, palm up, you put one of yours in hers. She turns it over, grasping it with both hands, massaging your palm with her thumbs.

“I’m happy for you though.” You don’t voice your disagreement on that, you know she means well even though you’re sure she knows your response without you needing to say it out loud. “Promise you’ll call?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Or else I would have banned you from dinners for three months.” You gasp over-dramatically.

“You bitch!” You take the offering of being able to dissipate the heavy talk, switching to wax poetically about her wife’s cooking instead.

—----

Several hours and a lot of chatting later, you’re home again.

Your junk drawer still holds the post-it note, the pink paper being easy to spot on top of all sorts of bits and bobs.

You grab it, unfolding it again. Taking a deep breath, you pull out your phone. You decide to just start with a simple ‘Hi’ signed with your name.

Then stare at your phone for ten seconds as it almost instantly starts ringing, Wade’s number shining up at you.

“Fucking hell.” You mutter to yourself. “Hi.” Is what you start with as you answer it.

“Fucking finally, was starting to feel like a prom queen stood up during homecoming, I even wore my good panties!” You have to hold the phone away from your ear, as along with Wade’s words, there’s wind blowing into the speaker, crackling.

“Where the fuck are you?” You put the phone closer, luckily having just a minimal amount of trouble hearing him over the wind.

“Ohhhh, are we doing the fun thing of you picturing me somewhere sexy? I am so down for phone s-”

“No Wade, the audio is just awful.”

“Oh, that’s what happens when you answer a phone while riding a bike.” You rub your forehead, feeling a headache forming as you close your junk drawer.

“Is your handsfree that shitty or are you just holding it normally?”

“Nothing I do is normal, pookie, but don’t worry, Logan is the one driving. Say hello Wolvie.” You don’t hear anything except more wind. “He just told me to fuck off for holding my phone in front of his face, don’t think the phone picked up his sexy rumble.”

“It didn’t pick up shit except wind.” You lean your elbows on the kitchen counter, hearing Wade fumble with the phone.

“Logan, stop for a sec! Yes I know we are- Come on! I’ll blow you for being nice later.” Again you don’t hear if Logan responds, but the wind dies down, and now you can hear a bike rumbling, even more clearly as you’re put on speaker phone.

“There we go! Now you can hear both of our sexy voices!”

“You could have just waited, or just texted.”

“Texting and driving is dangerous!”

“Didn’t you just say you weren’t driving? And didn’t you have to have an arm free to answer your phone?” You move away from leaning on the kitchen counter, heading towards the couch instead.

“Yes, but texting would have needed both hands loose, I’m a double thumb texter I’ll have you know, and the fabric of the suit is a bitch to get out road rashed skin.” You hear Logan snort, and then a smack. “Anywho, you reached out. Finally missing us?” Your body certainly is, you wince as you sit down on your couch.

“Not in the slightest, but since we’re kind of stuck together, I thought we should at least set up a specific meeting time instead of a vague plan of once a week.”

“I know you said you would see Logan in a week-,” You’re not sure if you are imagining the brief sour tone in Wade’s voice. “-but what about tomorrow at 5 pm? At our place.” Wade offers before Logan speaks up for the first time, his gruff voice almost vibrating through the phone speaker.

“We got dinner with Peter tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah! Hmmmmm, day after, noon, our place?” Logan doesn’t object at the time, so you agree.

“Sure.” You don’t know what to say next, but are saved by hearing something nearing in the background. It takes a beat for you to realise what it is.

“Are those sirens?”

“Whoops yeah, that would be our sign to get going.” You hear the rev of the bike’s engine, then the wind starts back up. “Kisses and smooches, pookie, don’t be late!” Wade hangs up, leaving you staring out into space.

What has the universe gotten you into?

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