Shigaraki x Shy!Reader-NSFW

Summary: your pinning is driving Tomura crazy. Instead of reading it as your admiration for him, he is under the impression that you are disgusted by him.

warnings: tears, eating out, blowjob, embarrassment, deepthroating...

my image was taken down so have this as a replacement ( i had to post this all the ver again bc it got flagged and it had like 400/500 votes 😔)

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If you stare at him long enough, maybe he'll develop an ability to read your mind and ask himself out on a date?

Right? Righttt?

"The fuck are you staring at, you creep" he would turn his head away, leaving the bar area and going to his room.

Your head would slam nose first into the table, cursing yourself out under your breath.

"Keep it up and he'll think you've gone mute"

"Good." you mumble, fiddling the edges of the letter from your pocket.

Once you've calmed down you pull the latter out, staring at it.

Maybe you should just burn it to crisps, letters are cliche anyways...

"Want a drink?" Kurogiri mumbles pointing at the shelves behind him.

You nod, making your way to your favorite tequila brand, not even bothering to take salt or lemons, taking the whole bottle to your room.

Kurogiri sighs, cleaning up the countertop of his bar.

His hand freezes over the later you carelessly left.

He knows what it is, you've been crying over it for weeks on end.

He'll deal with your scoldings later.

The letter falls through the portal, softly hitting the keyboard Shigaraki was currently playing on.

Meanwhile, you're sat in your room, the bottle kinda forgotten since your sobs made it too hard to chug the liquid down.

Why do you always fall for the emotionally unavailable boys? Is it a curse?

The knock on your door snaps you out of your self-pity, collecting yourself and wiping your tears away.

"Come in" you mumble, trying to seem uninterested while scrolling through your phone.

"Now tell me, is it yours? Or is someone just fucking with me?"

The yell makes you jump up, your shoulders stiffening.

You look up, just to be met with your angry boss, gripping your letter with four of his fingers.

"Fucking speak, what the fuck is your problem, it's a yes or no question!"

You bit down at your lip, tears threatening to spill again.

You nod your head, taking a deep breath.

"Yes, please leave now."

As your gaze is stuck on the floor underneath his shoes, you notice the small speckles of dirt swaying towards the floor.

You look up at his hand again, your letter now gradually falling apart.

The sting in your chest burns up through your throat, the tears now spilling as your muffle your cries with your duvet, biting on it as hard as you can.

Shigaraki never had any experience with this.

He had never seen a person hurting because of him( well in this way at least ).

He was never the one to comfort someone else.

He didn't know how since he was never treated with kindness himself.

Nonetheless, he made his way to the bed, nudging the fabric away from your face.

You instinctively closed your eyes, afraid that if you see his expression again, you would literally fall apart.

His rough thumb dipped under your chin, the skin of his hand scratching at your soft flesh.

"Did you mean it?"

"Please stop torturing me, just leave, I'll pack my stuff later" you choked out, moving your head out of his grip.

He knew his actions were contradicting his feelings but he knew he was ready to try, for the sake of the only relationship he'll possibly have.

The possibility of anyone but you liking his damaged ass was almost nonexistent.

And if he was honest with himself, he always had a thing for you.

At first, he thought it was just because he found you unbearably hot, your thighs grabbing his attention each time you crossed his path.

But after he had seen you all bruised up and wrecked after fights, he realized he didn't really care how your body looked like.

"I like you too"

Your cries suddenly come to a stop.

"The fuck did you just say?"

"I said I like you too"

Your eyes found his, your brows furrowed as you huffed.

"You could've just told me that before you destroyed my letter and made me cry my soul out" you scoffed, folding your arms to your chest and staring at the wall on the far end of the room.

His face was now incredibly close to yours, the look on his face was unreadable.

When he was in his teenage years, he found himself sleeping around with a couple of lowlifes, the only thought on his mind was getting his dick wet (surprisingly there existed ppl desperate to have sex with anyone and everyone)

Now that he's supposed to actually kiss someone, he's terrified of fucking it up and making a fool of himself.

"Kiss me." he demands, his hand touching your cheek.

It takes you second to drop your "I'm offended act" as you gently place your lips over his.

His other hand carefully rests over your hip, invading your space as he pushes his lips harder against you.

Once things get heated up, you notice the way Tomura's hands shake against the hem of your shirt, his lips still greedily swallowing up every whimper that escapes you.

"We can go as slow as you'd like" you softly push him away, your soft palm rubbing against his cheek.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck as he slowly nods.

"Go ahead." you will him on, as he slowly pulls your shirt over your head.

The way he stares at your exposed skin makes your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

You try to hide your face behind your hands, but your action is interrupted once Tomura's fingers glide past your lips.

You lull your tongue out, making it easier for him to pump the digits down your throat.

His other hand kneads at your exposed flesh, enjoying the way your breath hitches around his fingers each time he glides or pulls onto the sensitive nubs.

His fingers leave your mouth, his tongue replacing them instantly.

His fingers glide down to your chest, playing with the bud between his fingertips, your own drool making them glide smoothly over the sensitive nerves.

You rub your thighs together, your pussy leaking onto your underwear, making them damp.

The material of your panties slides between your folds, adding a bit more friction as you moan into Tomura's mouth.

He stops to drink in the desperate movement of your hips and he grins.

The insecurity he felt a couple of minutes ago dissolved once he noticed your flush expression.

He kicks his shoes off, fully climbing onto your bed.

Your hands grab at his belt, the metal cooling down your heated skin.

You struggle with it as the thumping in your chest makes it hard for you to focus.

Tomura helps you take his pants off completely, kicking them off his feet.

You look up to see him biting his lip as he expectingly stares at you.

You lean down over his clothed bulge, your tongue licking over the small wet spot staining the fabric.

His hands move to clutch at the bedsheets once you

pull the cloth down.

Your pussy drools at the sight of his cock, the veins throbbing each time your breath ghosts over his dick.

You grab ahold of his cock, steading it as you start to slide him into your mouth.

The corners of your mouth burn as you struggle to take the whole length in, battling your gag reflex once you hear him groan out.

The taste of him slowly fades away as your spit coats his cock.

Your mouth experimentally glides up and down a few times, your lips getting used to the stretch.

You swallow around his cock, his hips stuttering up before he apologizes.

The rim of your mouth repeatedly slams against the fingers of your hand that's still clutching at his base.

His hand carefully wraps into your hair, following your movement, his hips instinctively snapping each time your throat contracts around him.

The thrusts of his hips become more violent by the second and you're sure your jaw's gonna hurt after this.

The soft whimpers leaving his lips are the only thing making you fight the urge to slip your mouth off of him.

You dig your nails into his thigh, trying to steady yourself as his pace becomes sloppy and uneven.

"I d-don't-" he growls pushing your head away as his hips push into the air, his cock throbbing as he tries to clear his head.

You stare at him in confusion, gasping for air.

He feels like a simple additional touch could make his cock burst.

The tip of his dick is swollen and red, beads of precum spilling at his head.

"I want to make you cum so bad" he mumbles as he slides on-top of you, pushing your back into the mattress.

Your pants are slowly dissolved as he grabs the hem of it with his fingers, shooting you an apologetic look.

His hands push your thighs apart, revealing your ruined panties.

The low grumble in his throat makes your walls flutter.

Once your underwear is pushed to the side, his tongue is reaching out to collect the liquid into his mouth.

The satisfying groan that vibrates into your pussy makes your cheeks heat up all over again.

His fingertips are carefully dipping into the flesh of your thighs as he pushes your legs to their limit, giving him full access to your cunt.

His licks are slow and timid, his mind focusing on each sound you make.

Once his tongue is buried into your pussy and his nose nuzzled into your clit, your hands gripping at the base of his neck.

He's pushing it in and out of you, listening to your broken out praises.

"T-thank you, thank y-you, please don't stop, p-please."

His cock is rubbing against your sheets as he lapping all over your cunt.

"Touch yourself " he demands as he focuses on pushing his tongue deeper into you.

Your hand goes to your puffy clit, his spit making your fingers glide over with ease.

Soft moans leave his mouth each time he swallows, his hips find a steady pace as he waits for you to lose yourself.

The knot in your belly tightens as you suck in a deep breath, your orgasm making you push your hips up into Tomura's mouth, his hands still pushing at your legs, not letting you close them around his head.

Your legs began to shake under the pressure, his licks not slowing down.

You try to wiggle your hips out of the way, but he just looks up at you with a threatening gaze.

Once tears begin to roll down your cheeks, he is satisfied enough to let go of you.

His mouth leaves your pussy with a wet "pop" sound.

You look down at your bedsheets to find them completely ruined.

You let out a small laugh, making Tomura feel guilty for making himself look like a pervert.

You pull him down to lay next to you, gently trailing your fingers down his skin.

"Don't worry about it, it's fairly erotic" you reassure him as he buries his face in your chest.

"I'm not embarrassed " he huffs out hiding his face even more.

"Yeah, never said you were" you mumble, comfortingly scratching his head.

You'll have to thank Kurogiri in the morning.

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Retweet | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This was a request from @redbeanteax​ for my Bakugou Birthday event, but I had to change it into a fic because we’ve thirsted over this idea for a while now. It’s based off the hashtag #undressacharacter artwork that artists do on Twitter where they ask for retweets and likes in exchange for drawing the characters stripping! 

Part Two.

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 2600.

Quarantine was boring, there was only so many cat videos you could watch before you were going completely insane. Not that you were someone who went out often, but the fact that you were now forced to stay in doors only made your desire to go out even bigger. Desperate to reconnect with the world.

Resigned to the fact that it would be yet another day indoors mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you opened Twitter, hoping that the app would do something to quell your boredom if only for an hour or so. Last week, Red Riot had posted a video of him putting his shirt on while doing a handstand and you had shamelessly put that video on repeat, watching it so many times that when you had checked the time on your phone three hours had passed.

Hoping for more delicious media like this again today, you scrolled down your timeline, rolling your eyes as you noticed Deku had posted another video of him training. This must’ve been the third this week?

"Do not like.” You muttered to yourself. 

In an attempt to avoid the picture you went to scroll down further but your eyes noticed a cocky retort from your favourite Pro-Hero.

That all you got, you damn nerd.

His words alone brought a massive grin to your face, burying your face into the neck of your sweater as you clicked onto his profile, reminding yourself of the perfect image he’d chosen as his profile photo. Clad in his hero outfit without the bulky gauntlets, his strong arms crossed over his firm chest, making his pectorals look more defined as you drank him in. You could probably waste at least three hours staring at this image alone, his head turned to the side just enough to notice his undercut and defined jawline.

You clicked off his picture and looked down at the posts, the most recent tweet posted was five minutes ago. He was online. Or at least, his PR team were online for him. Some of the tweets he put out didn’t always seem like they were from him.

This one in particular was definitely written by him, laced with his usual harsh sarcasm and colourful language. 

I’ve been told you fuckers are struggling through this shitshow so give me 5,000 likes for a surprise.

The picture that was paired with the tweet already had you gushing, and he was fully clothed. His hand held his cellphone in front of him, taking a strategically placed mirror selfie. The device blocked most of his face but you could still make out his vermilion red eyes glaring into the surface, probably hiding a smug grin. A stringy black vest top hung off his shoulders, exposing his defined collarbones and leading down to show the curve of his pecs. If he shifted his pose one of his nipples would probably be exposed, the thought making you clench your legs together as you imagined what he’d look like. His hand carded through his messy hair, exposing his perfect forehead, the smooth surface almost glowing in the low light of his bedroom. Your eyes continue lower to see the sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the material tight enough for you to see his prominent bulge, straining against the flattering material. 

This man was pure sin.

You watched as the likes and retweets surged in, the number steadily increasing while you continued to take in the picture, immediately moving your fingers up to save it, just in case he had a change of heart. This was something you were going to keep in a special folder forever, something to cherish during the shitty quarantine.

What you got to show us, Ground Zero?

You added your own like and retweet to the image, adding a flirty response underneath it as you eagerly awaited his next tweet. You knew it wouldn’t take long, he’d asked for a ridiculously low amount of interaction, you were certain he’d get more than five thousand comments alone on the picture. Slowly zoning out as you watched the numbers increase, moving back to assess the image again, this time trying to see as much of his bedroom as possible. He was obviously at home bored under quarantine too. You could just about make out a set of weights in the background and his amazing looking bed, the sheets looked dark and expensive, wondering what it would feel like to have him pin you against them.

He must have reached the next milestone pretty quickly because as soon as you scrolled back up your timeline you already noticed another picture. This one far more cocky than the last. It was another mirror photograph, the same position, but this time the phone was angled just enough to show his bare feet, socks bunched in one of his thick fists as he smirked towards the camera. 

Fuckin’ perverts. What were you expecting? Next tier 15,000 likes, 5,000 reblogs.

Staring at the same photograph you tried to make out the thick bulge between his legs, you were certain it looked far more prominent than in the last picture, his chin angled at just the right place that you could see the darkness of his five o’clock shadow framing his jawline, immediately imagining what it would feel like to have that pressed against your skin as he dipped between your inner thighs. Your body quivering at the thought as you even zoomed in on his feet. You didn’t even like feet but here you were assessing every inch of this perfect man's body. 

Coming out of the picture you were caught completely off guard by another photograph, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes drunk in the exposed skin on full view. Defined muscles leading down to a prominent v-line, his sweatpants hung low on his hips and a messy trail of hair ran down his middle disappearing under the hem as it lead towards the impressive bulge between his legs. He’d moved the phone lower this time, giving you a better view of his defined jawline, his lips curved in a smug smile as he flipped off the camera.

Knew that would get your attention, fuckin’ pervs. Want more? 30,000 likes, 15,000 reblogs.

Your fingers danced across your screen as you moved to like and retweet the image again, saving it to the same album you had reserved for Ground Zero immediately after. If this was what Quarantine was going to be like, you never wanted it to end. You watched the numbers creep up even faster than the last one, this time opting to scroll through the comments people were leaving on the photograph. Most of them complete filth, telling him what they wanted to do to him and asking him if they send him money will he just take it all off. You had to laugh at one person trying to give him the link to OnlyFans in an attempt to get him to create an account. 

You loved when Ground Zero was actually posting on his account and not someone from his PR team because his tweets were always so funny and genuine. Random quips and insults to people, not caring if they were fans or not. Watching as his team tried to do damage control after his outbursts. You had to assume they knew what he was doing right now, you could imagine them having an absolute field day if they weren’t aware. Trying to fix the situation as quickly as possible to avoid a dip in hero ratings. Although, you assumed with the attractive pictures that he had posted paired with the desire for likes and retweets that there was something behind this ploy.

Your heart almost stopped when you saw the banner flash at the top of your phone.

GroundZero has liked your tweet.

What. The. Fuck. You held your phone to your chest and let out a high pitched squeal, kicking your legs as you tried desperately to calm yourself down. It was probably his PR Team, going through and trying to like as many of the incoming tweets as possible, to keep people interested, on the hook of whatever this was. You quickly screenshot the message on Twitter, showing his profile with a like beside your tweet. There had been a few other people who liked the message you’d sent too but his profile sat at the top, his profile picture smiling back at you.

You were preparing to make a tweet about this, a silent brag to the world that the GroundZero liked one of your tweets, your newest claim to fame, even if it was probably his PR team it still counted, but another tweet from GroundZero caught your eyes.

This time all that was captioned was an explosion emoji followed by a picture of Ground Zero again, this time the front facing camera angled towards his body, vermilion eyes gazing at the camera from under messy blond spikes as he held the camera up to get his chest in full view, the closer angle making it easier to zoom in to see everything, even each cut and scar that marred his perfect body. Only adding to his beauty as you immediately moved to like and retweet the image with a final caption.

Can I just sit on your face already?

A second tweet coming in that had information on an Official GroundZero webstore, a pictures of various articles of clothing flashing up on your screen followed with a generic caption and a link.

LIVE NOW. GroundZero Official merchandise. Use code: TWITTER20 for 20% off your first order. Thanks for playing along.

You would definitely have to check that out, your fingers pressing against the screen to save the sinful picture of Ground Zero as another banner flashed up against your screen, staring at it you were almost floored, there was no fucking way-

The generic blue dot popped up at the bottom of the screen to indicate one new message. Your fingers shook as you tapped the notification, opening your messages tab. The name GroundZero sat at the top of your pile, this had to be a joke. Were you dreaming?

You actually gonna fucking talk to me or are you just going to objectify me?

Would his PR team actually send a message like that? It was so crude and to the point, complete with the swearing. You could imagine his Human Resources department having a field day if they found out he’d sent you a message like that, worried about his overall approval ratings lowering.

Is this really you?

You cringed at how strange you probably sounded, it was clear it was his Twitter account, but you just weren’t sure if it was him.

You’ve been sending me slutty tweets for over an hour and you really want to ask if it's me now?

I just wanted to make sure it was you.

Okay, so if it really was Ground Zero you probably did sound crazy to him, you were talking to him on his official Twitter account, but when there was probably at least five other people with access to it you were skeptical. You’d seen this sort of shit on Catfish, and you weren’t about to fall for it.

Who the fuck do you think I am, Princess.

Princess. The word made you stop and grin at your phone, any doubts in your mind started to dissipate as you wanted so bad for it to be him, typing out another response.

I dunno, it must be your PR team or something. 

Your doubts disappeared with the next image. Ground Zero lounging across the bed you’d pictured yourself on earlier, his head against the plush pillows as he angled the camera towards his face. His hands positioned to flip you off as you saw the curve of his pecs, the rest blocked off by the angle of the camera. There was no fucking way you were talking to GroundZero right now, it was impossible.

Oi

He sent on its own, the word snapping you out of your fantasies as you moved to save the picture he had just sent. You weren’t taking any chances, this dream could end at any second.

I said not to objectify me, Princess. Send me a fucking picture.

You suddenly felt self-conscious. You looked great in your profile picture, it was one that you’d taken after applying your make-up for a night out, making sure you looked perfect before running it through a third-party app to airbrush your features. It wasn’t that it didn’t look like you, it was just you looked great in that picture and here you were, sat in your pyjamas with a make-up free face. Immediately jumping up from your bed to look into your vanity mirror, smoothing down your hair as you tried to make your shirt look sexier than it was, the oversized cotton hanging from your frame.

You could at least say please. You typed back brazenly, trying to stall for time as you continued pruning yourself. How the hell were you messaging Ground Zero right now?

How do I really know it's you? He mocked back, making you grin. 

You tried to angle the phone as best you could to capture your features well, smiling softly for the picture as you looked it over. Shaking your head and moving the camera back to take another, this time taking six in quick succession and picking the one you hated the least. Attaching it to the tweet and hitting send.

Well, shit. You really are hot.

You released the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. Did- Ground Zero just call you hot? You couldn’t believe your eyes as you re-read the words, trying to process what was happening in your mind.

Awful quiet for someone that wanted to sit on my face five minutes ago.

You felt flush as you read his words, it was different throwing your thirst out in public when you knew you had no chance with the Pro-Hero. Now he was sitting in your direct messages it was a completely different story-

Well, my feelings haven’t changed in five minutes.

Shit. When this bullshit is over maybe I’ll have to take you up on that.

Your eyes widened, did he just proposition you? Did he ask you to sit on his face? Thoughts flooding your mind as you imagined what it would be like to see his red eyes glaring up at you as you straddled his face, the thought making a heat rush between your parted thighs.

Well, considering we’re both in fucking quarantine, do I get more pictures?

You almost laughed at the comment, it was almost childish as your fingers moved along to type your response.

I’m not that easy, Mr Zero.

You teased back, grinning as you saw his typing begin immediately after you sent your message, picturing him eager on the other end of the phone.

Fine. How many retweets would it take for me to see more? 

The question making you laugh, your Twitter had less than 300 followers, even the thought of getting a thousand likes was ridiculous. You’d have to go viral for that to happen.

A thousand. 

Your eyes widened as you saw the banner flash at the top of your phone screen.

GroundZero has retweeted your tweet: Can I just sit on your face already?

Moving back to your direct messages you read the final comment Ground Zero had left you.

Five minutes, Princess.

“Make it Up to Me”

Neville Longbottom Smut

based off this request by @sunshine-weasley . hope you enjoy love! 

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING

Warnings: NSFW18+, soft dom!neville, swearing, overstimulation, crying, oral f receiving, fingering. vaginal sex, aftercare, just filth you guys, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR SHIT)

“C’mon, love! I said I’m sorry. Truly. I’m absolutely sorry.”

You had heard it time and time again. Neville was spending all of his extra time in the greenhouses. Before every class and after every meal, he would go into his hideaway from hours on end. You knew of his love for herbology and were endlessly supportive of him, but sometimes Neville got a little too caught up in it. So much to a point that he forgot to manage his time well.

And you’ve had enough.

“No, Neville! You’ve hardly talked to me all week,” you sighed in frustration as you settled onto his bed. He had begged you almost to the point of tears to just come back to him so he could explain himself. You indulged him even though you knew you had no plans on making his apology easy on him. “What’s going to happen when your finals come along? Are you just going to fully disappear even more than you have been?”

“No, darling. Goodness. I’m sorry. I don’t even know what else to say besides I’m sorry, petal.”

Of course, he was sorry. Neville knew you like the back of his palm and would never do anything to deliberately hurt you. Even his Remembrall that he got back as a child never helped keep his head on straight. But he had to learn eventually.

“Neville, I’m sorry, but this isn’t something I can just forgive and forget. Do you know how lonely I’ve been this week?”

His olive brown eyes shot to the floor in sadness, the small frown tugged at your heart. He was so sweet and typically the ideal boyfriend, but even Neville screwed up sometimes. At the sight of his dejected expression, all you wanted to do was give in. But you couldn’t. You shouldn’t.

“I love you so much, Neville,” you admitted while stroking his cheek, “But even I’m sorry isn’t going to fix this.”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, holding onto your thighs and dropping his head onto your lap. By now, you would have had your fingers weaved through his dark locks, either twisting them lovingly or tugging at them at the root. Instead, you just let him lay there as the pain of the previous week bubbled in your chest.

“Please let me make it up to you, sweet,” he sat back on his heels to place gentle kisses to the inside of your knee, his eyes almost welling with tears. “Just give me the word and I will make you feel more loved than you’ve ever had. For me, from anyone.”

Neville was caressing the back of your ankle, tickling the area as his lips continued their journey up the inside of your thigh.

Everything in you wanted to push him away and continue hollering at him, but Neville’s desperate eyes and sweet kisses were affecting you more than you wished they would. Your hands found refuge in the small strands at the base of his neck, raking your nails through it.

The sensation sent a shiver down Neville’s spine, electrifying his nerves for the first time in a week. “Is that a yes? God, please let me touch you. Have you missed me, doll?”

His big eyes peered into yours with such anticipation, his nose trailed the inside of your leg, just trying to lean into you like a cat at its post.

“Fuck, I can smell you, love. Just give me a nod and I’ll make you feel good. You don’t even have to forgive me just yet. But let me make up for this week. Yeah?”

He let go of you entirely, leaving the question hanging in the air just waiting to be fulfilled. The image of him at his knees with swollen lips and messy hair was your downfall. The week away from him, from his touch and his tongue was too much. And there it was, sitting in front of you just begging to make your night. You couldn’t refuse that.

“Make it up to me.”

With the greenlight, Neville rose to his knees and pulled you down for a rushed and hard kiss. His desperation was evident as his tongue fought for dominance, but you didn’t give in so easily. Once he saw you weren’t giving in so easily, he slipped his hands up your skirt and traced you through your panties. The unexpected touch made you gasp, and easily, just like that, your fight was gone. He moaned into your mouth, practically growling as he drank you in for the first time.

His lips continued down your neck where he lingered and nibbled on the sweet spot beneath your ear. You moaned at every suck and blow in afflicted on your neglected skin, your back arching into his face which had now settled at the top of your shirt.

“Lemme see you, girl,” he hummed as he unbuttoned your shirt from the top down. Soon enough, the garment was flung across the room and his lips now teased the valley between your breasts. If that wasn’t enough, his firm circles across your clothed clit grew faster, making you rock against him. Neville was always so good when it came to your body.

“Nev,” you mewled as his fingers hooked around your panties to flick your clit directly.

“Yeah, baby?” he unclipped your bra and began sucking on your swollen nipples while he used his free hand to hold your body against his hungry mouth.

You forgot that you had said anything, as Neville’ combination of playing with your tits and rubbing your clit left you hazy and sensitive. Endless cries and moans spilled from your lips, making him smile around your chest.

The coiled burning in your hips grew and grew, feeling attention for the first time that week left you more responsive than typical. Soon enough, his lips switched breasts and his thumb rested heavily on your aching clit in rhythmic circles.

Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing your orgasm which came rushing through you without warning.

“Fuck Neville!” You cried as the fire in your tummy never lessened.

Your boyfriend’s ministrations on your clit never stopped, instead he crouched lower to dip his head beneath your skirt, not even bothering to move it out of the way. The navy panties you were wearing were long gone, and instead Neville’s tongue pressed against your dripping cunt with a fat lick.

There was no chance to calm down from your first high, because not only was Neville sucking on your clit with kitten licks and nose dips, he had sunk two fingers into you and hooked into your sweet spot without issue. The calloused pads of his fingers which were rough from repeatedly gardening for most of his life worked you to the brink of another orgasm.

“Babe, I can feel you squeezing me. Fuck, you’re so tight. C’mon, dove. Cum again. You can do it.”

Even if you didn’t want to, the orgasm that Neville was curating with his teasing tongue and curling fingers left you no other option.

Once again, he drew another high from your heaving body, making it almost impossible to breath under your overheated skin.

But he didn’t stop. His fingers kept pumping into you with an unforgiving motion, curling and scissoring to continuously fuck with you in every way.

“Too much, I can’t,” you moaned as his lips reconnected with your clit.

“You can, babe. I know you can. And you deserve it,” he whined as he rocked into the side of his mattress as he abandoned his fingers from your sore pussy to wrap them around your ankles. He held your legs above your chest, leaving you fully exposed to his greedy tongue.

He had never eaten you out in this position before, but his tongue dipped in and out of your cunt while he wiggled his nose into your clit. The whine that escaped your lips was embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t hold it in. Since he started, Neville hadn’t allowed you any time to recover and the attention was growing to be overwhelming.

A tear dripped from the side of your eye as your knees met your chest over and over as he continued to fuck you with is tongue. Unable to stable yourself, you reached around your trembling legs to tug at his hair. That was a mistake, since Neville’s growling into your cunt only made you more needy.

“Nev, s-too much,” you cried out, unable to comprehend the amount of pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

“Safeword if you need to doll, but I can tell that you needed this. My sweet girl needed to get fucked out of her mind. I’m making up for lost time, honey,” he cooed as he licked your clit with just the tip of his tongue, his hands still holding your legs to your chest, “But you’ve been craving this. Probably couldn’t even get yourself off without me, huh?”

His tongue dipped into you again, making you mewl and whine beneath him.

“You’re gonna cum again,” he demanded as one hand fell to the apex of your thighs where he rubbed at your clit harshly while pistoning his tongue in and out of you at a mind-numbing pace.

Swears and cries and screams of his name fell from your lips, your body feel like a rag doll once he finally let you relax into his bed. The room was spinning as you tried your hardest to relax, but your eyes widened once Neville stood up and ripped his sweater from his toned chest.

His crooked grin was glistening with what you could only assume was you, but you were too tired to investigate it. You whined once Neville reached for his belt, undoing the buckle which was pressing down on his bulge.

“Neville, I can’t,” you cried, a tear got caught at the bridge of your nose.

He crawled on top of you and pushed your sweaty hair away from your forehead before kissing the tip of your nose. It felt like forever since he had kissed you.

“Give me the safeword, and we’ll be done, love,” he said as he fully hovered above you, making sure to keep his weight off your already wrecked body.

Neville held your cheek in his hand, just stroking the flushed skin as he waited for an answer. Your gaze fell over his puffy pink lips and concerned stare. Even when he was rock hard, all Neville could do was care about you. While he waited for your answer, his lips peppered over your cheekbone and your jaw and the creases between the brow. It was sickeningly sweet, and you knew you had to have him.

“Make me feel good,” you whispered the same phrase from earlier, and only found that it made him smile again.

“I plan on it, flower,” he hummed as he pulled himself out of his boxers, just resting his length along your sensitive pussy. With a final kiss, he sunk into you fully, making you cry out at the pressure that was put on your already spent body.

Another tear fell, you couldn’t help it, Neville just felt too good.

“You’ve done so well, darling,” he praised as he snapped his hips slowly. Thankfully he wouldn’t take long considering he’d been hard the whole time his face was between your thighs. “My pretty girl listened to me so well, did everything I asked her to. You feel so good, love.”

His compliments flooded your mind, leaving you weeping and exhausted. Your body felt like it was on fire and numb at the same time. He leaned forward as he rocked into you, making his pelvis grind into your clit yet again.

You whined and clung onto him, gripping and scratching whatever skin you could reach. The high was building again, no matter how tired you were. Neville just knew how to make you feel good.

“I’m right there, sweetie. God your pussy is perfect,” he moaned as he kissed your neck again.

You were done, your final orgasm rushed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you drowning in the pleasure laced with pain. The pulsing brought Neville to his own end, making him groan lowly as he came alongside you.

The skin at the small of your back was sticky with sweat, the way Neville fucked you was a full body workout. He fell beside you while he placed soft kisses to the tops of your freckled shoulder. The boy couldn’t help but hold you and giggle at the look of pure pleasure that covered every inch of your face.

“I’m still sorry, love,” he admitted as he covered the two of you with his duvet, cradling you in his arms like his most prized possession, “I swear I’ll never leave you hanging like that again.”

“Well, I mean, you can keep making more mistakes if you apologize like that,” you mused.

Neville let out a soft chuckle, playing with your hair as the two of you fell asleep together.

Alluring Studies

Summary: AU Practicing high level spells at Brakebills was nothing new to anyone, and neither was the trouble it led to - but for one first year student, she would have to answer for indiscretions with her favorite professor. Magic Professor!Henry. Magicians crossover sort of.

Henry Cavill XOFC

Warning: Nudity, Student-teacher relations, and mentions of fellatio.

Rating: Mature

A/N: I just finished watching the last season of The Magicians and I’m both happy and heartbroken. I had a small what if thought about Henry being a Brakebills Professor... hope you all enjoy. Non-beta’d and really just trash, but I’m posting anyway. I may delete it later or add another part. I’m debating.

Alluring Studies

It was so intoxicating.

The heady thrum in her veins felt like home and hot tea and ice cream – everything good. It felt right. Magic felt right. She couldn’t believe how long she had lived without it, had been blind to its presence. Discovering Brakebills...

Well, Brakebills discovering her had been a gift that she wouldn't trade for the world. Who wouldn’t choose magic? Who wouldn’t choose this school?  

Or its teachers, a small voice whispered distantly and a vague image of her phosphoromancy professor danced behind her eyes.  

Professor Cavill was a dreamboat and a slave master. Strict with each of his pupils in a way that a father was strict with his kids. It frustrated most of the students to be treated like children by a man that was barely a decade their senior... but she relished in his attention. She had come to live for his quiet praise with each spell she mastered and lived in fear of his hearty admonishments when missteps occurred.  

She wondered if he was as strict – as demanding in bed. A hot string of want tinged between her swelling petals, invoking her magic. She suppressed a moan as that comforting thrill spilled into her fingers, warming her soft prints as she began to cast on the library rooftop. The Physical Kid’s Cottage was too loud and rambunctious for her to concentrate enough on these spells... and partaking in the wild mesh of alcohol and incantations was too tempting for her. She was sure that something would go horribly wrong.

A small cloud coalesced before her. It's fine vapors twisting and writhing as it grew and flashed with new colors.

Plum.

Crimson.

Verdant.

Sapphire.

So pretty. So brilliant.

Thunder rumbled from the forming nebulous startling her faintly as her fingers flinched. 

That had been a mistake. 

The cloud grew exponentially, falling from her control as wind whipped around her body in a horrifying spiral. Her colorful fun, now twisting into something larger, darker, and more dangerous.

Her heart spiked as she tried to regain control. Her hands moving double-time as the first shape of a funnel spiraled below.

Fuck.

She had made a fucking tornado.

Air sapped from her lungs, in the face of her error. The rainbow whirl now bloomed further up into the sky as it’s pull became even stronger.

She made to scream, but by some miracle it stopped. The writhing smoke stilling with the wind before shrinking down into nothing but a wafting mist. She blinked, unsure what had happened to stop her dangerous blunder.

“That spell is beyond your skill. It was stupid to attempt it unsupervised.” A crisp British lilt rebuked from behind her.

She closed her eyes at the sound, feeling mildly horrified to be caught by a professor... by this professor of all people. Heat rose to her cheeks as peaked over her shoulder to see reapproving cobalts staring sternly at her as he finished his casting.

Long, strong fingers danced gracefully in the air as he wove his spell. Disappointment laid heavily between them and yet all she could think about was how she wanted those fingers to dance in her. The man was a walking sex-bomb and she longed to detonate him. The anticipation of his recriminations only made her want it more.

“You’re lucky I was walking past when I did.” Professor Cavill chastised as he waved off the last of the vapors, “Weather manipulation is difficult to begin with, adding in phosphoromancy without adequate training is simply suicide. You could have been torn apart.”

“It felt right.” She defended weakly as she turned to face him fully. It had felt right, her fingers had moved with a mind of their own, merely following the whispers of the circumstance.

Professor Cavill hummed as he eyed her with an arched brow, “Until it didn’t.”

A humiliated flush burned her blood as she snapped her gaze away, unable to disagree. It had felt right and true and beautiful until she had lost the thread. That steady thrum had turned wild...she hadn’t been prepared for that...had been scared by it.

Taking pity on her, Professor Cavill sighed and murmured quietly, “You got rather far for a first year before it went tits up. Control will come with time.”

“I had it.” She replied woefully as her gaze slid woefully back to his stunning face, “It felt so right, so good...almost -”

If it were possible his brow arched higher as an amused glint sparking his orbs at her sudden hesitance. He supplied for her, “Almost orgasmic?”

Her embarrassed flames flared, and she tried vainly to ignore the warm twitch from her core as she silently agreed. Still, she smiled wirily, “Something like that.”

“Then I suggest you simply get laid next time or rub one out.” Professor Cavill intoned dryly, “Doesn’t usually result in death.”

She stifled a gasp at his coarseness, not used to hearing the usually mild manner professor be so blunt. Her stare narrowed almost challengingly, “Was that your remedy? I’m sure your hand grew quite cramped – surprised you can do spells then.”

Far from being insulted, Professor Cavill grinned at her, “Not as cramped as some people's mouths.”

She gaped slightly, her eyes falling unbidden to his crotch. Her mouth watered with desire as the thought of tasting him suddenly seared her mind. Only his faint chuckle brought her back to her senses as his fingers pressed beneath her chin, firmly shutting her mouth before tilting her head up, “Don’t beg like a dog, my dear. Simply ask.”

Her thighs clenched under the faint command in his rich baritone. For a moment she forgot that he was a teacher, and she was a student. They were both adults and she’d be a fool to pass up a ride on this beautiful beast, to fully study her master. His thumb pressed upon the slump flesh of her lower lip, teasing the flesh down as he eyed her darkly. Promise lingered in his sapphire gems, calling to the dark desires in her heart.

A shuddering breath stole from her lungs as her delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist, “Please.”

Henry smiled slowly, “Please what?”

“Fuck me.” She whispered, “Please fuck me.”

“Someone’s angling for an ‘A’.” He murmured teasingly as he flicked his gaze down her curves in sinful consideration.

He devoured her body with a single glance, and she was hit by that heady thrum again. Magic soaked the air like an opiate, enhancing her arousal as she soaked her panties.  

If she had been wearing any.  

A cold breeze caressed her skin and she glanced down to find her clothes now gone. Her gasp had him chuckling again – she hadn’t even seen him cast.

His hand trailed a fiery path down her throat to her taut breast. He hummed thoughtfully as he pinched and twisted at her pebbled nipple, enjoying the way her silky skin licked his palm. It had been some time since he had slacken his lust. 

She moaned like a wanton whore, leaning into his touch as she reached for the buttons of his shirt.

Yet, Henry denied her and twisted her tit harshly, making her cry out before he forced her to her knees. She stared up at him tearfully from the exquisite pain as he cooed, “I do not reward foolish behavior and you were foolish tonight. Suck me off and if you’re good, then I might let you feel good.”

Her nectar flowed like a river at his words, even as her stomach clenched with a bewildering mix of arousal, shame, and horror. And yet, she found her nose nuzzling the growing bulge in his trousers as she whispered, “Yes, Professor.”

She missed Henry’s dark smile at her instant submission... He had found his new toy for the semester. Now that was what he called magic.  

Wish You Were Here (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!Reader

Kinktober prompt: masturbation / simultaneous orgasms / nipple play

Summary: Spencer has a surprise in store for you to let you know how much he misses you when you travel across the country for a work conference.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: masturbation (m & f), fingering, cyber sex/skype sex, nipple play/nipple clamps, hella dirty talk, light dom/sub dynamics, language, some fluff

A/N: Kinktober prompt #2 for y’all! Also, if you see this on AO3 under the username RoseWaves... That’s us! I made it before I decided to start cross-posting fics and just can’t be bothered to change the username lmao. Enjoy!

Y/N let out a sigh of contentment as she stepped out of the shower and shrugged on the big, fluffy hotel robe. She had just spent the day traveling from Washington, D.C. to Los Angeles, California for a conference, and the first thing she did when she finally settled into her hotel room was take a long, steamy shower. She ran a towel through her hair to dampen it as she walked back into the bedroom area of her hotel room, discarding it on the desk chair and picking up her cell phone from the table. Unlocking it, she smiled at the text notification she had gotten.

From: Spencer

Hey you. Facetime me when you’re all settled :)

Not bothering to change into her pajamas just yet, Y/N settled into the hotel bed, sitting up against the headboard. She dialed Spencer’s number, tuning out the dial tone as she waited for him to answer. She smiled widely when he finally answered and his face popped up on the screen.

“Hey, you,” Spencer said with a warm smile. Y/N could tell he was on the couch in their living room, dressed down for the evening in a soft looking white t-shirt. “How was your flight?”

“Hi, babe. It was alright. Long. I’m beat. I hate traveling,” she said with a sigh. Spencer chuckled, knowing all too well how deeply her disdain for traveling ran. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. But you’re only gonna be gone for a couple of days, and then you come home and I get you all to myself again,” Spencer said with a smile. Y/N felt her heart flutter at the thought. 

Being in a relationship was difficult sometimes, their lines of work both requiring them to be away from each other for extended periods of time. When Spencer first asked Y/N to be his girlfriend, she was hesitant to accept--she worried that the amount of time they’d have to spend away from each other would drive them apart, and she didn’t think she could handle the pain of losing him over logistics. But Spencer flashed her a soft smile, asked her to take a chance on him, and she found that she really just couldn’t say no to him. So she said yes. And it was a good thing she did, because she quickly fell head over heels in love with him (as he did with her), and she just knew that nothing--not even jobs that constantly put miles in between them--would change that.

The couple chatted for a bit, talking about Spencer’s work day, Y/N’s excitement at being a guest speaker at the anthropology conference she’d traveled to Los Angeles for. Before she had even realized it, they’d spent over an hour talking, only being interrupted by a big and unexpected yawn from Y/N.

“Wow, I didn’t really realize just how tired I was until now,” Y/N said sleepily. “I think I need to go to bed, Spence.”

“Before you do,” Spencer said quickly, not sounding tired at all. “I need you to do something for me.” 

There was a hint of mischief in his voice that Y/N was all too familiar with. He was up to something, but what that something was, she wasn’t sure yet. (Although, she may have had an inkling of an idea--spending so much time away from each other had required them to get creative with how they got in alone time together.)

“Oh?” Y/N asked, raising a brow at her boyfriend. He smirked back at her. “And what might that be?”

“Open the left-side pocket of your suitcase. I put a little surprise in there for you.”

Y/N got off the bed and walked over to where her suitcase was sat next to the dresser, phone still in hand. She set the phone down on the dresser top as she crouched down and unzipped the left-side pocket of her suitcase, reaching in to grab what Spencer had snuck inside there. When her fingers brushed the cool feeling of metal, she drew in a sharp breath, knowing exactly what they were. She gripped in her hand and pulled them out, standing quickly and retrieving her phone as she walked back over to the bed.

“We don’t have to play tonight if you really wanna go to bed, but I just thought I’d throw the option out in case you were interested.”

Y/N didn’t respond for a few moments, staring intently at Spencer’s face on her phone screen as she weighed her options.

On the one hand, she really was tired. She had had a long travel day and she needed to be up early for the first day of her conference. But on the other hand, she had a perfectly good pair of nipple clamps in the palm of her hand, waiting to be used, and a boyfriend who was eager to see them on her. Plus, she knew she’d sleep a little bit better after an orgasm…

The choice she made was an easy one.

“Give me five minutes to get my laptop set up and I’ll call you back.”

Spencer smirked at her answer, knowing that she wouldn’t say no to him once she discovered the nipple clamps he snuck into her suitcase. He threw a wink and said, “See you in a few,” before disconnecting the facetime call.

Quickly, Y/N deposited her phone on the nightstand and rushed over to her backpack, pulling her laptop out. She opened it and set it on the bed, positioning it so Spencer would have a full view of her. After discarding her robe onto the floor, Y/N situated herself on the bed, sitting against the headboard, making sure she was not only comfortable, but that Spencer would be able to see everything when he answered. As soon as the laptop was booted up, Y/N opened Skype and clicked on Spencer’s contact, hitting the call button. Anticipation swirled in her belly as she waited for him to answer.

When he did answer, Y/N smirked to herself to find him in their bed now, shirtless, his own laptop perched on his legs, giving her a nice view of the bulge currently straining against the fabric of his boxers. He groaned at the sight of her, fully nude and waiting for him to tell her what to do.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Spencer said, his voice laced with arousal and a hint of love. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up at the compliment.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Dr. Reid.”

Spencer’s eyes fell to her chest and he tilted his head when he noticed her nipples were bare. “You didn’t put them on yet, baby?”

Although he phrased it as a question, it was a statement. Y/N knew how he wanted her to respond to it.

“You didn’t tell me to put them on yet, so I didn’t.”

Spencer chuckled, his eyes darkening. “Good girl. I don’t want you to put them on just yet. Wanna see you first.”

“What do you wanna see first?” Y/N asked a little breathlessly, her fingertips ghosting over the skin of her chest, her skin raising in little goosebumps. Spencer hmmed at the sight.

“Spread your legs. I want to see if you’re wet yet.”

Y/N obeyed quickly, spreading her legs wide and giving Spencer a full view of her pussy. She had started to get wet the second she touched the nipple clamps in her suitcase and she’d only gotten wetter since they’d started to play. Spencer moved one hand down to his hardened cock, still clothed behind his boxers. He palmed himself, hissing at the slight pressure.

“What a sight you are. Touch yourself, baby. Get your fingers nice and wet for me, okay?” Spencer instructed.

Y/N nodded and trailed one hand down her body, her fingers reaching her pussy and sliding through her slick slit. The tips of her fore and middle finger caught on her entrance, but she stopped herself from pushing them in. Spencer hadn’t said she could do that yet.

Spencer had freed his cock from his boxers by now and he was stroking it languidly, taking in the view of his girlfriend through his computer screen. He noticed she stopped and he knew why. The image made him smirk.

“You can put your fingers inside yourself, baby. Fuck yourself slowly. Just don’t cum yet,” Spencer said, his voice a bit raspy now. He groaned as he watched Y/N slowly push her two fingers inside her pussy, her soft whimper making his cock twitch in his hand.

Y/N did as Spencer had told her and she fucked her two fingers in and out of herself slowly. It felt good, but it wasn’t nearly enough to make her cum or even really bring her close to the edge. She knew that Spencer knew that, too, and this was just a prelude to whatever he had planned next.

“That’s it, baby, nice and slow. Tell me how it feels,” Spencer rasped, continuing to languidly stroke himself.

“Good,” Y/N whimpered out. “Feels good. Not enough, though. Wish it were your fingers. Or your cock.”

“God, I wish it were my fingers or my cock too, baby. As soon as you’re home, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want me to. But for now,” Spencer grunted softly, gripping the base of his dick to keep himself on the edge. “Take your fingers out of your pussy. Show me how wet you got them.”

Y/N slowly pulled her two fingers out of herself with a groan. Her fingers were covered in her slick, glistening in the low light of her hotel room. She held her fingers up towards the camera for Spencer to see.

“Good girl. Touch your tits for me, get your nipples wet. Then put the clamps on, make ‘em as tight as you can handle.”

With a nod, Y/N got to work, her hands moving to grope at her breasts. First she rubbed her slick covered fingers over her right nipple, moaning as it hardened, before moving on to the left, repeating the motion. She squeezed her soft flesh and tweaked her nipples a few more times for good measure before grabbing the nipple clamps from the nightstand next to her. She took the first one and attached it to her right nipple, letting out a soft hiss at the pressure. She then put the other clamp on her left nipple. Once they were both attached, she took hold of each screw on the sides of the clamps and twisted them tight, until she couldn’t take anymore.

Y/N pulled her hands away from her breasts with a whine, her breaths coming out in heavy pants. The pressure was almost too much, but it was just the way she liked it. She could feel them throbbing and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core. Without having to be told to, Y/N pushed her chest forward a bit, giving Spencer a clear display of her nipples clamped tightly.

Spencer let out an appreciative hum at the sight. “You look so good, baby. Ready for more?”

“Yes,” Y/N gasped out, resisting the urge to touch herself. She wouldn’t until Spencer said she could.

“Touch yourself. However you want, I don’t fucking care. Just wanna watch you.” Spencer had resumed stroking himself now, his grip tight and his movements fast. Y/N could tell that watching her attach the nipple clamps had worked him up and he was desperate to cum.

Luckily for them, she was too.

Y/N didn’t waste any more time, bending her knees and spreading her legs wide, her feet planted on the bed on either side of her laptop. Her right hand trailed down her belly until it came into contact with her clit, the feeling of her fingertips on her sensitive bud making her jerk. She hooked her other arm underneath her leg for better access to her entrance, where she quickly shoved two fingers inside of herself as she began to rub her clit in circles. The combination of both hands on her pussy and the clamps on her nipples sent shockwaves through her body, and she quickly found herself close to the edge.

“So pretty touching yourself for me baby,” Spencer grunted, his voice strained. Y/N met his eyes through the screen of her laptop and whimpered at the sight of him. Knowing that watching her touch herself was getting Spencer off spurred her on.

“Feels so fucking good,” Y/N breathed out. She let out a choked moan when she crooked her fingers upwards to graze her sweet spot. “I’m so close, baby. Wanna cum for you. Please let me cum for you.”

“I’m almost there. Wanna cum with you Y/N, keep going, fuck,” Spencer huffed. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead and trailed down his nose, landing on his upper lip. He stuck his tongue out to lick it away and Y/N’s pussy clenched at the sight.

She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of herself as she rubbed her clit in fast, tight circles. Y/N could feel the coil in her belly tightening, the throbbing in her nipples intensifying, and she knew it would only be a matter of moments before she shattered.

“Please, Spence,” Y/N sobbed out, her head thrown back in pleasure. “I n-need to cum.”

“Look at me,” Spencer said, his voice wrecked. Y/N lifted her head to look at him through lidded eyes. He looked as wrecked as he sounded, and she figured she probably looked much the same. “Cum with me, baby. Let me see you.”

Y/N kept her eyes locked on Spencer’s as best she could as she continued to work herself over. She grazed her sweet spot once, twice more before the coil in her belly finally snapped. Her eyes struggled to stay open as her orgasm washed over her, her body shaking and her pussy clenching her fingers in a vice grip. She only vaguely registered the low moan Spencer let out as his own orgasm overtook him, thick spurts of cum coating his hand and belly.

They both sat there for a moment as they caught their breaths, neither of them saying anything or moving. Finally, Y/N pulled her fingers out of herself with a whimper, shaking out her wrist as it had started to cramp. Spencer chuckled at the sight and Y/N sent him a sheepish smile.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” Spencer said as he sat his laptop down on the bed, carefully not to touch it with his sticky hand. He walked out of sight, presumably to clean himself up, and Y/N took the opportunity to do the same. She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to wipe her fingers off, tossing it in the bin before reaching up to undo the nipple clamps which were starting to hurt. She hissed when the cool metal freed her warm skin. She massaged her nipples a bit to ease some of the irritation before grabbing her robe and putting it back on.

Spencer had returned by the time she finished tying the robe’s belt around herself, clad in a sleep shirt and clean pair of boxers. He smiled at Y/N through the screen.

“Was that a nice surprise?” he asked, his tone cocky. He already knew the answer to that--he just wanted to hear her say it.

Y/N giggled with a fond roll of her eyes. “Yes, it was a nice surprise. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad we could do that. I miss you.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered in her chest at his words. She knew as well as he did just how hard it was being away from each other, even if they could indulge in their little games.

“I miss you too, babe. But I’ll be home before you know it.” Y/N cut herself off with a big yawn. She really was tired, and the impromptu Skype sex only exacerbated it.

“You’re tired. Go get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, miss guest speaker. I’ll talk to you in the morning, yeah?” Spencer said with a soft smile. Y/N nodded at him.

“Yes, first thing. I love you, Spence.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Goodnight.”

Spencer ended the call and Y/N stared at the screen with a dazed smile on her face. She missed him terribly, but being able to connect like that made it a little bit easier. She shut her laptop down and turned the hotel room lights off, snuggling down into the soft bed, and she fell fast asleep, counting down the days until she could be back home with him.

Imagine:

This is a request from @dashhoney25

Erik and his boo, London, make up for lost time. 😈

Warnings: LOTS of Smut, Rough sex, dirty talk. This shit...had me wet AF.

There are four levels of assassins: the novices, dilettantes, journeymen, and lastly masters. The masters, men with military or paramilitary backgrounds who travel to their contracts have few local ties that law enforcement can use. They excel at their craft, and operate quietly and without incident. In theory, the whispered meetings will be held in secret, the job will be executed with precision and grace, and no one will witness the escape. As a class one type assassin, Erik Killmonger was genetically enhanced in order to perform physical tasks much more efficiently than an average peak-human. To keep his skills in balance, Erik Killmonger practices his combat, shooting, assassination, and stealth skills whenever he is not on an assignment. He has over his life become a myth in the underworld due to his skills. Many doubt Erik Killmonger’s existence because of his skills in completing impossible assignments to the point that the FBI and CIA denies his existence…

Erik Killmonger spawned on a beach in Miami from his F470 Combat Rubber Raiding Craft at approximately 9:30 PM. He’s wearing a Roka wetsuit that provides luxurious comfort and no restrictions. The ocean waters emit a bright blue glow as the waves crashed and the tide came in because of tiny organisms called Lingulodinium polyedrum. With him, Erik Killmonger has on a pair of thermal imaging goggles resting on top of his tapered locs. Frontwards, Erik Killmonger spots two armed guards pacing in front of the architect-designed luxury beach home. Erik Killmonger tugged on the goggles, bringing them down over his onyx eyes. Both of them are carrying a GLOCK 19 and wearing crisp black suits and polished black dress shoes. One beefy man and the other looking about his weight and height. Good. 

Erik Killmonger has mastered the art of stealth, being able to terminate multiple enemies in the same area one at a time and sneak up on almost anybody and quietly neutralize them. Erik Killmonger also has an expert level understanding of the use of disguises in order to access unauthorized areas of a location. He needed the disguise of one of the guards to get inside of the home so he could grab what he needed for his Nightcall mission. Keeping low, his body hidden by the Lyme grass that sprouted from the beach, Erik Killmonger spots a pool on the left side. Moving quickly,  He walks inside the pool room and finds a tool box sitting on a surfboard table. Walking back out, he went around to the left side of the house until he saw the garage. Erik Killmonger uses the screwdriver that he picked out of the tool box to short-circuit the signal box, which will allow him to open up the garage door for access. He rounded a corner and parkour rolled, finding a good hiding spot. 

“Man, this is a bust...what exactly are we guarding?” The beefy guard with a Glasgow smile and a clean shaven head says before taking a quick puff from his cigarette. He spoke with an Australian accent from what Erik Killmonger could pick up while hiding behind a cherry-red sports car. 

“All I know is I’m getting paid,” The other guard that sounded like a Florida native says before turning to grab the cigarette from his partner's hand. He runs a hand through his jet black hair that reminded Erik of how greasers used to wear it back in the 50s. Blowing smoke towards the sky, he chokes up a bit. 

“Are these M-Marlboro golds?” He says between coughs and slight wheezes. 

“Yep, the only kind I smoke...looks like you can’t handle it though,” The beefy guard laughs tumultuously. 

“I’m more of a codeine guy,” The greaser says before handing the cigarette back to the other guard, “I prefer my prescription drugs.”

“That shit will have you on the floor, man.” 

Erik checked the time on his G-Shock Casio Camouflage watch. He didn’t bring a lot of tech with him since this job is supposed to be silent, quick, and precise. He couldn’t leave any traces of himself behind. For Erik, these types of jobs were always the hardest for him, that’s why he took another week to survey the area with his Dragon X12 U11 Drone late at night before accepting the Nightcall mission. The two guards kept talking nonsense, wasting a breath with every word when Erik Killmonger could be in the luxury beach home. He only had thirty minutes left. Since taking out both of them will bring too much attention, he decided to take them down one by one. 

“Hey...what was that?” The greaser says mid laugh. He shared a look with his partner before they both went stony-faced. He pulls out his GLOCK 19, checking the magazine for rounds before turning towards the garage, “I’ll be back, you know we aren’t really supposed to leave this post. If Alma asks, tell her I’m checking for a noise.” 

“Gotcha, just hurry back, you know that bitch will have something to say,” the beefy guard reminds him. 

With his gun pointed straight ahead with a two-handed grip and unwavering eyes, the greaser walks slowly past the cherry-red sports car, Erik Killmonger’s body no longer there. Making a left turn, heading towards the pool room, the greaser aims his gun left, right, behind, and in front of him. It was dark and anyone could be hiding behind the many shelves filled with storage bins and other miscellaneous items. Erik watched the greaser walk far enough into the pool room before stepping out from behind a cluttered storage cabinet. 

Erik Killmonger got really close behind the greaser without being detected, grabbing him around his throat by putting him in a choke hold, the crease of his arm between his bulging bicep, tricep, and flexor, squeezing with ease before he went limp in his arms. He dropped him, getting down on his knees to remove his suit and get dressed. Once he was fully clothed and looking like the other armed guards, Erik Killmonger places the GLOCK 19 in the suit jacket pocket before taking a calm yet treacherous stroll out to the other guard. 

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London’s eyelids fluttered open with a hassle around 3:18 AM, just five hours before she had to be to work. London is a Cyber Security Analyst for CSOC, a five-star rated computer security company in New York City, New York. The high and wide windows within the bedroom of her Penthouse gave her a nighttime view of the Midtown Manhattan skyline and at its feet is the whole geometry of Central Park. The high end silk bedding duvet cover set in black has perfect temperature-regulating properties that would usually help her sleep but with the absence of her man there was little to no chance for her to drift off again. London scoots over towards the edge of the left side of the upholstered platform bed in black to effectively turn on the side lamp. After rubbing her tired eyes, London grabs her phone to see if she had any missed calls or texts from him. Sure enough, the busy man himself sent her a text almost two hours ago. 

Erik: I just boarded my private jet, I’ll see you when you wake up baby girl. I’ll be right next to you. 

London and Erik have been exclusive for a little over a year. They met because Erik was a longtime client of CSOC and London would personally work for him whenever he needed it. She picked up on his flirtatious cues and the way his eyes blazed every time he looked at her. It was her round, sparkling topaz eyes with sweeping lashes; glowing honey skin; high cheekbones every time she smiled; glossy full lips; bouncy blunt cut copper hair; and trim frame with a plump backside. London didn’t expect anything to happen between them since Erik could be a bit emotionally closed off but he had a deep, and in the beginning, unexpressed admiration for London. He very rarely showed a liking towards anyone around him but for some reason, London changed that. Beneath his bad boy persona is a charming, mysterious, and intellectual man. London fell in love with him before she found out what he did for a living. Erik is an Assassin. Killing people as an occupation of course terror struck her in the beginning but she couldn’t leave him alone no matter how much her conscience tried to sway her. 

The beginning of their relationship...let’s just say it was nothing short of wild. Erik used to take London on big trips to places like Dubai, Japan, Colombia, and Saudi Arabia whenever he had work. That changed when Erik almost had a near death experience when trying to escape from a mission. He ended up hospitalized in a secret facility for trained killers like himself somewhere in Arizona. London made up for his lack of being there by working more hours which led her to a position as a Lead Cyber Security Analyst. Her pockets swelled even though she didn’t necessarily need the money since Erik could afford to take care of both of them. London grew tired from working long and hard hours and whenever she would come home to find Erik there she wouldn’t feel up to doing anything sexually. He was always on the move and she was always at work back in NYC. A strain between them both began to form. 

Erik didn’t fuss much about it, knowing how demanding his job is but whenever London felt a certain way about their situation he would let her vent to him, rubbing his baby girl’s back, kissing her gently, whispering reassurance to her; that things are going to get better; that she should leave her job and stay home. As easy as all of that sounded, London couldn’t bring herself to leave all that she worked so hard for behind her. To top it all off, London is a strong, independent woman who has done almost everything herself before Erik walked into her life. Yeah, he’s her daddy, but sitting at home waiting on his FaceTime call, his text, or to even simply hear his voice wasn’t enough. Also, she had to keep in mind that the future isn’t promised for the both of them. If things didn’t work out, London would be on her own again. The lack of sexual attention was indeed driving London crazy. Taking baths alone turned into London using her waterproof rabbit vibe or the faucet to make her cum. Other times she would mount her suction cup dildo that is an exact mold of Erik’s dick on the edge of the tub to ride. If she couldn’t have daddy’s long, thick, veiny black dick, then the toy would just have to make up for that when he’s not around. 

London snatched the silk duvet from her body before walking to the master bathroom. With the lights on, London turned to stare at her reflection through the backlit vanity mirror. London gently touched one of the taps twice, the warm water flowing out and into the single copper basin of the bathroom sink. Cupping her hands, the white iced out diamond Cuban link 10k yellow gold bracelet on her right wrist twinkling beneath the lights, London watches with drowsy eyes as the water fills in her hands. A few times, London rinses her face with the warm water to calm herself down so she can go back to sleep peacefully without tossing and turning. Lifting her face from the sink basin, eyes closed because of the water dripping from her face, London blindly grabs a folded black cotton facial towel with gold trimming. She dabs her face, taking in the clean and soft fresh linen smell. 

“Why are you up so late?”

London blanched, when Erik startled her with his large hands grabbing at her waist from the back. To this day, London still wasn’t used to Erik’s stealth. His feet are like feathers hitting the floor. London is wearing a black Sheer Marabou Romper that has a cinched waist, fluffy feathery trim, and thin straps. One thing Erik loves to see her in any chance he got was lingerie or nothing at all. Looking up into the vanity, London took in Erik’s appearance. He’s wearing his usual all black from head to toe; black cable knit long sleeve top that clung to his hulking frame and black drop crotch destroyed jeans. The layered diamond tennis chains around his neck matched the bracelet on London’s wrist and the Rolex on his left wrist with its diamond bezel didn’t go unnoticed either. 

“I couldn’t sleep, it’s been that way for the past few weeks,” London rubs his strong hands with thick fingers around her waist, “How was this job?”

“Unnecessary, but I have another two million in my bank account so I can’t complain,” Erik’s thick lips circled London’s exposed neck, “You can’t sleep because of me, huh?”

“I’m used to you being next to me, yes, but I know you’re so busy,” London turns to face Erik. His hair from the dim lights of the bathroom looked almost raven, dreads messily resting against his forehead. London’s hands reach out to stroke his tapered waistline. She could feel all of the tiny raised scars beneath her manicured nails the more she lightly scratched him. 

“I’ve been getting calls for jobs left and right. Nothing else matters when I’m with you...I miss my baby,” Erik’s hand makes its way to London’s copper hair, slicking back the pressed out strands from her face before placing some behind her ears, “Haven’t been giving you the attention you need, and then you’re wearing my favorite too, probably waiting for me to come home and properly take it off of you.” 

“Properly taking my clothes off for you is ripping them to pieces,” London giggles before lifting to her tiptoes to kiss Erik’s thick, moist lips, “Why don’t you take a shower so we can lay in bed, I want you to wrap your arms around me,” London rubs Erik’s biceps. 

“Aight, ma, let me take a quick shower and I’ll meet you in bed,” Erik traced the pout of London’s bottom lip before giving her another kiss with a little bit of tongue. 

London walked back to the bedroom, pulling the silk duvet back and climbing back into bed. She propped herself up on her side to watch Erik undress. The standing shower system they have was London’s favorite. It has a square shower head with LED, remote-controlled LED, a detachable hand shower if you wanted to use it, and a thermostatic touch panel mixer with a digital display. The Rainfall mode made London experience the pleasure of a warm summer rain in her own bathroom. Her body was so tired but she couldn’t stop staring at him as he stripped out of each piece of clothing. Erik’s sinewy physique is so defined and well-built, so much so that you can even tell through his clothing. The raised marks on his torso, arms, and back caused her pierced nipples to grow taut as if she could feel his body rubbing against hers. 

Stepping into the shower, Erik puts it on Rainfall mode before standing directly under the square shower head. As the water sprouted from the shower head it trickled over Erik’s body making lazy patterns. He grabs for his favorite peppermint and eucalyptus body wash with a soap sponge to clean himself. He must have known that London was watching him because his ridiculously big dick was swaying back and forth with each movement of his body. London hasn’t had that big black dick in her for at least a few weeks now. When she first saw that fat dick in person she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take it. All that dick you’ll end up with no walls, tangled intestines, and half a stomach. She paid close attention to the way Erik grabbed his dick at the base, bringing it up against his lower abdomen to wash his balls. That heavy nut sack on him had her drooling. It had to have been almost 5 AM now. She was going to be extremely tired at work. 

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London arrived to work thirty minutes late with her daily homemade green smoothie in hand. She’s wearing a charcoal grey pencil skirt with a silk black top and black So Kate pumps on her feet. Her copper hair is swept to the side and bouncing with each step she took. When London woke up Erik wasn’t on his side of the bed. After freshening up and getting dressed, London went looking for him and found him in his weapons room unloading a few rounds to test out the new artillery. She didn’t want to disturb him too much so she gave him a quick kiss before leaving him alone until she made it back home. London walks past the rounded glass top receptionist desk before pushing open the commercial double glass doors to her work area. 

Having her own office means peace and quiet now. London gave some of her coworkers tight lipped smiles before entering her work space, allowing the frosted glass door to close behind her. 888 Seventh Avenue provided magnificent views of Central Park and the Manhattan skyline. London takes a seat at her modern black wood executive desk with a Mac desktop computer and other office supplies. She has two meetings to attend and one will be starting within the next hour. London checks her work email for any important information from clients while sipping her green smoothie. Time trickled by slowly and London hadn’t noticed that Erik had called her a few times. After receiving a reminder about the meeting via company email, London checks her phone. Erik sent her a voice message which was rather unlike him. London listens despite her confusion. 

“Hey what’s up, baby, how are you doing? I didn’t get a chance to really talk to you this morning since the new artillery came in, but...I’m sitting here just thinking about you and baby... I just want to see your face. Can you send me a picture or a video of yourself? I miss that pretty face….” he paused for a second, “I’m not gonna lie, ma...I’m feeling some type of way because I’m sitting here just thinking about you...thinking about tasting you...thinking about the other night when you watched me take a shower before you fell asleep…” Erik exhaled, “I miss that wet pussy, baby...I know that shit was wet last night...like goddamn...I know you’re panties had to be soaked, shit.” 

London was seated on the edge of her seat while her free hand gripped the handle of her seat. She couldn’t believe he was saying this to her in her voicemail. She instantly needed her man. 

“I’m saying...I’m not complaining at all because I love that wet ass pussy on my face and in my fucking mouth...grinding that pussy across my lips and my beard...Still tasting your pussy juices on my mustache...I wanna suck on that clit...that shit make you so goddamn wet, girl...spread them fat pussy lips and slowly guide my tongue up and down...up and down...fuck,” Erik hisses, “I miss that pussy gripping my fingers...you like that shit don’t you? Daddy’s fingers in your tight little pussy? Goddamn...fuck that I want you to take a picture of how wet your pussy is right now...yeah, I know that’s a little naughty but I know you’re my nasty little girl so you’ll do that shit anyway, right? I’ll spank that ass if you don’t send me a fucking pic, girl...I’ll spank that ass just how I do when I’m busting that pussy open from the back…”

London closed her eyes, praying to god that she would go through the rest of her day after this voicemail. She’s definitely wet alright; fucking soaked. If London pulled her panties to the side right now it would probably reveal a sticky, slimy mess. He had to be beating that fat ass dick right now. 

“Man...now you got me wanting to fuck the shit out of you, London...put my hands on your hips and start off nice and slow in that pussy...shit, we both know that pussy good...puss will have me busting a fat nut so fast...hell nah, girl…” Erik’s voice lowered over the phone to a whisper that ran down London’s spine and straight to her clit, “I just want you to know how good that pussy tastes and feels baby...pussy so fucking good...I love when you say don’t stop daddy, you know daddy ain’t stopping for nothing. Daddy got something long and thick for your ass…and I want that fat pussy in my mouth…”

The voicemail had ended two minutes ago but London was so frozen with shock that she couldn’t move enough to close her mouth. She finally removed the phone from her ear before checking to see that no one was watching. They couldn’t anyway because of the frosted glass doors but London wanted to be absolutely certain. Scooting back in her black Sterling Leather Executive Chair, London gathers the bottom of her skirt, bringing it up and around her waist. London brings her left hand down between her legs to pull the crotch of her panties to the side. She scoots to the edge of the chair so her pussy is sitting nice a plump for a perfect picture. Grabbing her cell phone, London activates her camera from her lock screen, turning it to selfie mode before aiming it as best as she could to achieve a good angle so he can see everything. London takes a few pictures, one with her lips sitting nice and fat and the other with her lips spread so that he can see how hard and poked out her clit is and how much of her creamy wetness spilled from her pussy. 

“There you go daddy,” London says before sending it off to Erik. She wasn’t happy at all that she had to leave for her meeting. London brings all the necessary material for the meeting before exiting her office for the conference room. When she entered the conference room, everyone was already in their usual spots so London quickly found hers near the front right across from the manager of CSOC, Linda Yeager. 

“Goodmorning, London, do you have the contingency plans packet for the meeting today?” 

London’s eyes swept over Linda’s appearance. Linda has her long strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail and a navy blue women’s suit on with a white blouse underneath. Her veneer smile is wide and similar to that of a horse and her thin lips are painted red to bring out the heavy makeup look she went for today. 

“Yes,” London opens her portfolio, handing Linda the packet that she created yesterday, “I made sure that everyone received a new one before today.” 

“Excellent,” Linda stands from her seat before making her way to a podium situated in front of the conference room, “Okay...Good Morning everyone! I know today is going to be yet another stress-filled one but we all know this is a necessity,” Linda pulls out a laser pointer, aiming it at the presentation behind her, “Today we will be discussing contingency plans that the company will implement in case of a successful attack. Since cyber attackers are constantly using new tools and strategies, cyber security analysts, such as yourself, need to stay informed about the weapons out there to mount a strong defense.”

Linda went on and on for about an hour before everyone was dismissed to assist with clients to keep intruders, attackers or hackers out of networks in order to protect digital files and information systems against unauthorized access. London made it back to her office with a bottle of Fiji water, taking her seat again. Before she started any type of work, London grabs her phone from her desk drawer because she knew Erik had a response for what she sent him. Sure enough, he left her yet another voicemail. London prepared herself for a lustful ear full. 

“Baby...fuck...I just wanna eat that pussy up...I might have to come see you for lunch today...Goddamn...mmmhhh...you know eating pussy is my shit, right? Ima tear that creamy pussy up, girl...make love to that pussy with my fucking tongue...put that whole pussy in my mouth...mmmh…damn, I wish I could eat that...Look at the lips on this pretty motherfucker.. gawd dayum! I’d slurp the hell out of them lips...call me back...call me the fuck back, London.” 

London calls Erik back with no hesitation. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat almost with the amount of anticipation running through her veins. 

“London...can daddy come eat that suckable pussy for lunch?” That was his greeting as soon as he picked up. 

“In my car? baby, you know it’s an open lot...people will see,” London says with a sultry voice. 

“London... I’m tryna eat that pussy… you gon’ make me wait?” 

“I can try to get home sooner...that way, you can eat my pussy all day if you want to.” London’s tongue dragged across her upper lip, “it’s been a while, I know you miss this pretty pussy.” 

“Yeah?” Erik says, “All day baby?”

“Uh-huh, all day...any way you like…”

“That’s a mouth full of pussy ima need a lot of time to eat that shit up,” Erik chuckles, “I guess that will be dinner then, swallow all that pussy juice and slurp up that clit, yeah?” 

London ran her pink and white ombré acrylics through her copper hair. She could feel her clit poking against the crotch of her panties and her pierced nipples stiffen behind her silk top. She wanted Erik to suck on her nipples so damn bad that she thrust her chest forward like his wet mouth was wide open and waiting. London is a B cup so she could easily go without a bra. She wished she would have now because her nipples are rubbing against the silk of her shirt. They are so damn hard. 

“Ima be face first in that ass as soon as you walk through the door, London.” 

“I know, baby,” London spoke softly while using a single finger to circle her taut left pierced nipple. 

“Yes, sit that fat pussy on my face.” 

“Daddy, I gotta go,” London’s voice didn’t match her words. 

“Aight...just Gon’ leave me drooling all over myself until you get home, huh?” 

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

London knew Erik had to be fiending since they haven’t had sex in over two weeks. He would have another job lined up soon and from his words and the harsh, uneven sound of his voice, that told London everything she needed to know. Erik needed her. Part of it made London feel guilty because there were times when he would simply watch her masturbate in the tub. He would sit on the toilet after coming home from a job, his body just as tired. London would be in the jacuzzi whirlpool tub, her waterproof rabbit vibe going to town on her clit beneath the water. She didn’t mind him watching her, he didn’t even complain about her pleasuring herself instead of letting him do it. No, Erik would simply sit there with this sexy, devilish grin on his face, his eyes all low and seductive while they peered through the soapy water to take a look at how she worked that vibrator over her clit. 

That’s it baby..make that pussy cum

Mhm, good girl...you making that fat kitty cum, baby?

Then, there were the times he walked in on her riding her dildo in the shower with it mounted to the wall. These times she hadn’t expected him to be home so soon. His sudden appearance would make her feel timid to finish but Erik would insist that she continue because he really wanted to watch her. He would stand outside of the shower, his eyes focused on the way the dildo that’s an exact mold of his dick would slide in and out of her creamy pussy. The look on her face is so beautiful while she fucked herself. She just looks so helpless and useless with each stroke. Water mixed with her creamy mess would drizzle down her inner thighs with each stroke and it made his dick chub up real fast but he didn’t intervene. He knew he wasn’t around often to take care of his baby girl, she deserved to play in her pussy. 

You’re opening that pussy up beautifully, baby

Definitely A Greedy Pussy Indeed. I Love It. 

His words made her cum in an instant. 

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[ Greetings Killmonger…..]

Erik heard the alert from his personal work computer all the way from the bathroom. He walked into his master bedroom with water still trickling from his body and a towel wrapped around his hips. His office was just in the other room where his laptop was located. He walked up to the laptop, tapped a series of keys and his Oracle message popped up in green letters with a black background that reminded him of the Matrix. 

“Oracle,” Erik spoke lazily before taking a seat at his desk, “another mission?”

 [Yes...do you accept the mission? ]

“...yes,” He says while stroking his goatee, “Lay out the details.” 

[ Russia’s ambassador to Turkey named Andrey G. Karlov is supposed to be attending an art exhibit two weeks from now on Monday in Ankara, the capital of Turkey. Your assignment is to get to him and kill him before he reaches the art exhibit. We can’t have any witnesses. This job will require special gear and technology. We will provide a black Ducati sports bike and you have a suite booked at the JW Marriott Hotel Ankara. If the mission is successful, 3.5 million will be wired to your offshore bank account in Belize. ]

“Sounds legit...send me all the information I need on Karlov along with my hotel and I’ll be ready.” 

[ Excellent. Happy killing Mr. Killmonger….]

His laptop screen blacked out which meant that whatever information that was previously mentioned would be deleted without a trace. Erik has two weeks to prepare for his next job. He trained all day to keep up with his skills. It’s never a good look to take too much relaxation time. Standing from his desk chair, Erik makes his way into his master bedroom to rub his body down with cocoa butter body oil and slip on a pair of lounge pants. The body oil softened and conditioned his body perfectly. He slipped on a pair of black joggers and walked to the bathroom to finish his facial routine. Erik believes in taking care of himself, in a balanced diet, and in a rigorous exercise routine. Erik applies an herb mint facial masque which he leaves on for ten minutes while he prepares the rest of his facial routine. After rinsing the mask, Erik applies a moisturizer, some under-eye balm to help alleviate the dark circles forming, then finally, he sets it with a protective lotion. 

Back within his bedroom, staring out at Midtown through one of his wide, ceiling to floor windows, Erik realizes that London couldn’t make it home earlier like she promised. After their call ended, Erik decided to train so he could clear his head. He did his usual routine that involves jackknife crunches, crucifix push-ups, single leg burpees, jumping lunges, and other workouts. Then, Erik trained a little in combat; your fighting skills can always be improved. To end it, Erik let off a few rounds from his new Smith & Wesson pistol with a crimson trace sight. Erik walks down the modern stairs that ended within a corridor. He made his way towards the kitchen, turning on the lights and opening the fridge. Grabbing a box of leftover egg foo young, he places it within the microwave for 2 minutes. The front entrance to the penthouse opened and from the surveillance cameras in the kitchen Erik can see London removing her pumps before walking barefoot further into the penthouse. 

“Hey, baby,” her silvery voice soothed his ears, “I’m sorry I didn’t make it home earlier, today was yet another busy day...what are you heating in the microwave?” 

“It’s okay, I figured you were tied up,” Erik opens the microwave, grabbing the hot takeout container filled with shrimp egg foo young smothered in extra gravy, “Some Chinese I never ate yesterday, you wanna share?” 

“Yes,” London places her black Louis Vuitton tote bag on the galaxy storm granite countertop of their kitchen island before taking a seat on one of the stools. She finger combed her blunt cut bouncy copper hair away from her face while Erik grabbed two forks for them and after that two water bottles. He sat across from her before passing her a fork. London hissed from how hot the food was against her tongue before blowing it rapidly.

“Mmm...I haven’t had egg foo young in so long,” she licked her fork before going for more. 

“How was work?” Erik asks between chewing his food.

“It was alright, I’m exhausted,” London rubs her neck with her free hand, “How was your day?”

“Productive, did some training most of the time. I got an alert from my Oracle for a new job.” 

“...oh, yeah?” London swallows her food, hoping that her eyes didn’t read disappointment, “I figured it would be happening soon. When is it?”

“Within the next two weeks. It’s a big job so I gotta do some research over the next few days…” Erik reaches across the counter to rub London’s chin, “Hey...it’s two weeks from now. You got me for two weeks before I go away.”

London played with a piece of egg with her fork, “I know...I just get really lonely when you’re not with me, daddy.” 

“You sure about that? Still using the dildo I bought you?” Erik gave London a lopsided grin. 

“I am...but there’s nothing like daddy’s dick,” London laughs, before yawning, “I didn’t get any sleep last night.” 

“If you weren’t watching me take a shower and rub down with my body oil you would have,” Erik teased. 

“It’s your damn fault, you’re so sexy,” London strokes a single vein on Erik’s left hand with her pink and white ombré acrylic nail. 

“You know what I want, right?” Erik drags his tongue across the corner of the inside of his mouth to catch some food, causing a single dimple to form in his other cheek.

“Yes, let me shower first and I’m all yours,” London takes one final piece of egg foo young before grabbing her tote bag, walking around the kitchen counter to kiss Erik’s lips before walking away. Erik finished off the food before trashing it. He drank his water before tossing the bottle in recycling. Upstairs now, London is already out of the shower, her naked body seen walking into her walk-in closet to find something to sleep in. Erik brushes his teeth before joining her in the walk-in closet. London is wearing a sheer babydoll with berry-red trimming. 

“I got you something,” Erik says while walking up behind her. He picked it up in Miami for her. Reaching inside one of London’s many drawers, he pulls out a Cartier box. Erik presses his crotch against London’s curvy backside while leaning over her shoulder. London watches him open the box to reveal a stunning 18k white gold necklace with 264 brilliant cut diamonds. London’s topaz eyes locked with Erik’s onyx ones. They twinkled and it made him smile. He grabs the necklace, opening the clasp before placing it around her neck. London touches it with her delicate fingers. Erik’s thick lips lightly kiss the baby-soft skin of her cheek. 

“You look good in diamonds, girl,” He whispers to her before kissing along her neck, “icy just like your daddy.” 

“Thank you, daddy,” London fought for oxygen when Erik’s hands began to lift the bottom of her baby doll up. 

“Come sit on daddy’s face,” His nose was in her hair smelling the strands. Erik strolled back to the bedroom, laying back on the bed. London follows him, crawling onto the bed between his wide legs before climbing onto his lap to straddle him reverse cowgirl. Erik lifts the bottom of the baby doll completely up and around her waist to reveal her dangling fat pussy from behind. He takes his thumb to rub her protruding clit and labia that sat stunningly between her fat pussy lips. Lifting his thumb away, a slimy string of her fluids connected with it. Erik sucks it off before grabbing London by her thighs, roughly scooting her back towards him so that her pussy hovered over his lips. 

“Mmm, I miss this fat pussy,” Erik brings his lips to her pussy. He starts off by placing soft, lingering kisses that caused her to let out little gasps. Erik continues kissing her outer lips until her hips start oscillating back and forth. 

“Calm down, girl, daddy got you,” Erik spreads her pussy lips to reveal her cotton candy pink center, “had me wishing I could eat this pussy all day and I finally got it in my face,” Erik’s tongue poked out and he delivered stiff licks around her protruding clit. Erik could see her pussy contract with each lick and a single stream of slippery lubrication drip down to her labia. Erik dragged his thick bottom lip up to catch the fluid before sucking her labia into his mouth. His eyes closed one at a time after he got a taste of what he hadn’t tasted in two weeks. That sweet puss. 

“Yes, daddy,” London’s toes curled, “Fuck, baybeee.” 

Her drippy pussy was evidence that it missed his tongue among other things. 

“Sweet, tasty, pussy...sit on my face, London...THAT'S it…yeah, baby,” he groans, “Yummy pussy,” He sounded out longingly with a deep, alluring voice.

Erik loved spreading London’s lips with his tongue and tasting the warm sweet juices from her pussy. He loves when she puts her pussy on his face and rides his tongue. The loud smacking sounds from his slurping and licking mixed with London’s quickening breaths were sounds unheard of in two weeks. The way she was dripping in his mouth she was ready for his big black dick but all Erik wanted to do was eat. Both holes honestly. Erik wets a finger with his spit before sticking it in London’s tight, virgin booty hole. He was gonna get in that tight ass one day but for now he simply pushed his thick finger inside. It was so tight that it sucked his finger in. 

“Oooh, shit,” Erik says while watching his finger stroke London’s booty hole, “That ass is tighter than a motherfucker...you gon’ let me get in that ass?”

“I don’t know, daddy...fuck,” London looks back at Erik while he finger fucked her booty hole, “Damn, daddy, oh, my God…”

“I said, you gon’ let me get in that ass with this fat fucking dick?”

“Daddy it’s too big-

“If you’re used to this you’ll be used to my dick in no time, baby...taking that shit beautifully,” He wraps his lips around her clit and starts sucking. 

“Oh my God, daddy, that’s my spot,” London started speaking in tongues, “Yes, baby, suck on my pussy…”

Erik brings a finger from his other hand to slip inside of London’s pussy. The soft, fleshy ridges of her walls massaged his finger. He found her G spot and started massaging it with the pad of his finger. Erik started loudly sucking on London’s pussy and licking it sloppy with a lot of spit in between. Each time he licked London could feel his tongue print still lingering. 

“I’m gonna cum,” London says when she could feel her entire body spasm, “Daddy I’m cumming.” 

Erik continued sucking her clit, fingering her creamy pussy, and fingering her tight ass. He was working the hell out of her pussy that London almost collapsed. 

“You’re making my pussy cum,” Her voice grew louder, “Oh my God!!!!!” London started throwing her ass back, fucking Erik’s fingers before she started leaking all over his face. Her milky white orgasm covered his facial hair and lips. 

“Yes, daddy,” London became overstimulated and lifted her body from Erik’s. She fell back on the bed beside him, stroking her hair from her sweaty face. 

“I’m not finished...you said I could have it all I want, right?” Erik spreads London’s thighs before leaning over her body with a hankering desire. His tongue wiggles all over her pussy with exhilarating speed that strokes her clit in the right spot. London’s hips began to lift off of the bed but Erik held her in place. After licking it a few more times he went right back to slurping her up but this time he did it with fervor. Each suck came with a deep grunt. He was enjoying the hell out of her pussy on his mouth. He had London screaming his name. Erik was telling her through every suck and lick that this was his pussy and that she better cum in his fucking mouth. 

“Unnffttt!!!!!” London moaned out repeatedly. She yanked Erik’s tapered dreads, “eat this fucking pussy,” London rolled her hips, driving her pussy in Erik’s mouth, “yesssss ima cum in your mouth so fucking hard keep doing that.” 

Erik started sucking on London’s clit while swiveling his head back and forth. He was loving that pussy. 

“Suck on my pussy...suck on my pussy...sucking on my pussy…” London’s mouth unhinges, “Oh, yes, right there, ooooohh, DON'T stop...Yep...right there, daddy, uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh...FUCK YES...you’re making your pussy cum...FUCK!”

London fisted Erik’s hair as she climaxed in his mouth. 

___________________

The next day, London awoke to the sound of her alarm at 7:00 AM. She turned it off, sitting up in bed. Blinking her tired eyes, London rubbed her inner thighs together, feeling her pussy juices gathering in a puddle. She’s still wet from the repeated head she received from Erik last night. He ate her pussy three times before she fell asleep next to him then he woke her up at 2:00 AM with her clit in his mouth again. Spreading her thighs, London could see that her clit is still stiff and her inner folds are still engorged with arousal. The bed shifted behind her and London turned to find Erik stretching his built arms above his head. He blinked at her with low eyes before giving her a lazy smile.

“Good morning, baby,” Erik spoke before yawning, “You’re leaving me again, Princess?” 

“Duty calls,” London stood from the bed giving Erik a tantalizing view of her slim-thick frame. She leaned over the bed to kiss Erik nice and gentle, “I’ll miss you.” 

“Stay home,” Erik looked up at her through his long lashes, “We got some making up to do, girl...I ain’t have that puss in two weeks...we got some making up to do.” 

“I know, I know,” London was pulled down into the bed with Erik, “Daddy-

“Hush, Princess,” Erik’s hand made its way between her thighs, “That fat puss is still wet.” 

“Umph,” London shielded her face in Erik’s neck. 

“Nah, look at what I’m doing...London,” Erik yanked her hair, forcing her to focus on him, “LOOK.” 

Her eyes widened at his barbaric tone. The rough edge made her shiver. London’s eyes watched as Erik used two fingers to rub her clit side to side. 

“Mhm, I got that puss,” He bites her jaw, causing her to squeal, “Damn, that clit stiff...you going to work and leaving daddy home to take care of this fat ass dick by himself? Hmm?”

“Erik,” She could feel herself leaking all over his hand, “Daddy stop...I gotta go to work...fuck,” Erik pushed three fingers inside of her, “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.” 

“Princess, I plan on hitting this pussy from every angle imaginable,” Erik whispered to her before giving her sloppy kisses on her neck, “cum on my fingers, girl, you know you want to.” 

“Umph, Yes-

“I see you girl…FUCK,” Erik aggressively bites his bottom lip while he watched London cream his fingers, “Thats a good pussy, baby...such a good girl,” Erik’s fingers slip out to smack her pussy. London jumps from his lap while squeezing her thighs tight. 

“I’m gonna go take a sh-shower,” London lets out an unsteady breath while watching Erik suck her juices from his fingers. 

“Go ahead, Princess, I’ll see you in there.” 

London grabs her silk bonnet and shower cap before walking into the master bathroom. With her out of the room now, Erik grabs his cell to call London’s job. On the third ring, the receptionist picks up. 

“Thanks for calling, CSOC, this is Taylor Bianchi, how can I direct you?” 

“Hi, can I speak to Linda Yeager, please? This is Erik Stevens, a long time client of CSOC.” His eyes fall on London lathering up her soap sponge with her body wash. 

“Okay, I’ll transfer your call.”

The line clicks over and there is a brief pause before Erik could hear the phone being picked up and Linda clearing her throat. 

“Erik! How are you? Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, everything is fine...I’m calling about London...listen, I’m requesting that she has a few days off. She’s exhausted and London needs to rest her mind and her body. With her being Lead Analyst now it’s taken a heavy load on her.”

“I understand,” Linda sighs, “I wish she would have told me she needs time off, it’s never a problem. Of course, London can take however long she needs.” 

“Thank you, Linda, I’ll let her know her vacation starts today.” Erik hangs up his cell before tossing the silk duvet back. He takes off his black joggers before walking naked to the bathroom. London has just finished washing herself a second time and now she is rinsing off. Erik opens the glass shower door, stepping inside the steamy shower, “Finished without me?” 

“Sorry, baby, I have to go to work, I’m already gonna be late.”

“Nah,” Erik closes the shower door, “I called your job, you won’t be going to work for the rest of the week.” 

“Huh?” London says with a perplexed expression.

“I requested for you to be off. Linda said it was okay.” 

“Babe…” London blushes, “You did that for me?”

“You know I got you, Princess. We can use all this time to fuck as much as we want...and I’m gonna fuck you good,” Erik approaches her with a gait that had her week in the knees.

“Okay...it’s been a minute…” London was backed into a corner, “All I’ve known is my vibe and dildo…”

“Aww, I know,” Erik takes his thumbs to twirl her pierced nipples, “That’s why I gotta remind you how daddy does it...dig that pussy out.” 

Erik snatches London’s bonnet and shower cap from her head before picking her up, walking with her until their bodies are beneath the squared shower head. Erik’s long dick began to thicken up beneath her pussy. He stuck his tongue down her throat, kissing her roughly while gripping her ass. London braced herself by wrapping her arms around Erik’s shoulders. From her lips, Erik’s kisses were on her neck now right along with his teeth leaving marks. He was so hungry for her, not even a grizzly bear could stop him from getting all of London. 

“You want daddy to fuck you in this shower?” Erik sucked on her bottom lip. 

“Please, daddy, can you fuck me in the shower?”

“You know how to ask daddy for what you want...good girl,” Erik used a little force to push London’s back against the shower wall. She sucked in a sharp breath, before raising a single brow at him. He was being rough with her. 

“Being rough with me, daddy?” She questioned sweetly because she knew that drove him crazy, “It’s okay…I know you need this pussy.” 

“You’re fucking right,” Erik growled before his mouth made its way to her erect pierced nipples, “This pussy hasn’t stained my dick in two fucking weeks...that’s way too long for me, girl...you know daddy gotta have this pussy any fucking chance I get,” With one hand, Erik places it around London’s neck, “those eyes are so sexy, baby...you better look at me just like that when I fuck this pussy,” Erik grinds his dick up against London’s pussy, “and when I cum on that pretty face.” 

“Anything, daddy, just fuck me,” London tried grabbing his dick but Erik’s hand around her neck grew tighter.

“Is that how you ask for this fucking dick? Try again,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth. 

“Can daddy fuck my little pussy, please?” London asked with a pout of her lips. 

Erik smiles devilishly, “Yeah...daddy can fuck that little Princess pussy.” 

With short, heated gasps, London watched Erik grab hold of his dick with the hand that was around her neck, rubbing it back and forth over her clit. It didn’t matter how much water covered their bodies from head to toe, London’s pussy is still drenched with her slickness. Erik strokes his dick against London’s entrance before pushing in just the tip, purposely stopping so he could watch the helpless expression on her face. 

“Yeah,” he spoke smugly, “And that’s just the tip, baby,” Erik pushes in some more with just his hips, “Damn...clenching up already? You know how this dick can be,” Erik continues without stopping this time before licking away a single tear from her face, “you know daddy gets in there, ma...this shit ain’t new.” 

“Damn,” London hisses, “You got my pussy opened up, daddy.”

“And you got my dick tickling your cervix,” Erik pulls all the way to his wide tip before pushing back inside deeply, “Like how I pull it all the way out? Huh?”

London could only nod her head.

“I asked you a fucking question, Princess,” Erik does it again. His thick, long, curved dick pushed back inside. London’s pussy is so warm and wet that it made his ass cheeks clench. 

“What the fuck did I say?” He barked out.

“If I like the way you pull it all the way out,” London’s lower lip trembled between moans. 

“Pull what out?” He asked her with narrow eyes.

“This big ass dick,” London’s head extended back, “This shit is hitting the bottom of my pussy.”

“Mhm,” Erik angles London’s hips with both of his strong hands, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” He picks up speed, London’s hips loudly smacking against his, “This what you kept from me?” 

“Yes!!” London’s eyes never left his, “God...you’re stretching me.”

Their tongues flicked wildly before Erik pressed his forehead against hers. He was still watching her, his hands moving her hips in a circle while he stroked her pussy long dick style. 

“Unfff, if you keep doing that- daddy, shit,” London pouts, “Daddy it’s deep.” 

Erik wasn’t listening, he was too busy moving her hips in a multitude of angels just so his dick could reach every single part of her pussy from her walls, to her cervix, to her G spot, and then her A spot. Warm, liquid leaked from her pussy and it made Erik smile handsomely at her. 

“I got this fat pussy squirting,” Erik starts banging London’s pussy out harder, “Ima make you do that shit again...UH-HUH…nut on this fucking dick.” 

With a silent scream and her feet nudging against Erik’s back from his forceful thrusts, London gave him exactly what he wanted. Erik’s dick left her pussy and he put her down. London has to brace the wall because her knees are wobbling.

“Get down on your knees and clean this daddy dick off.” 

London was on her knees, grabbing Erik’s balls with one hand while wrapping her plump lips around the tip of his dick with just the power of her jaw muscles. 

“You better suck it good too or I’ma tear that throat up,” Erik bites his bottom lip down at London. He runs his fingers through her loose curly strands, “feeding my pretty baby some dick...see? You needed that, right?”

“Mhm,” London hums whole slurping on Erik’s dick. She had to work extra hard since his dick hadn’t been in her mouth for two weeks. She worked her jaws overtime and her head moved in a circular motion. 

“You’re such a good girl,” Erik licks his lips before leaning over, spitting on his dick. He watched London lick and suck his saliva into her mouth. 

“You sucking this dick, girl, mm,” Erik shakes his head, “You want me to unload down your throat?”

London responded with puppy dog eyes and a harder suck. Erik thrusts his hips forward suddenly, causing London to gag. She removed her mouth from his dick to take a breath but Erik grabs a fist full of her wet hair, making her look at him, “Did I tell you to stop?! You know this dick is long, girl,” Erik slapped his dick against her cheek, “Open your fucking mouth, Princess.”

London opens wide and Erik didn’t waste anytime getting back inside. His head went back while he uses London’s mouth like a pussy and started fucking her throat. London’s nails clawed his thighs. 

“Told you I had something for little ass girls like you who keep running from dick...don’t stop eating that dick up, Princess.” 

“Mmm...mmmhmm,” London blinked away her growing tears, striving to finish until his cum was down her throat. 

“I need it nice and sloppy like this. Make a mess like the good girl you are. You look so sexy when you get nasty,” Erik says between London’s sucking, “Yes baby...mmmh...fuuuckkk...make it nasty, baby, that’s it,” Erik’s face fixed into a mug, “Ughhhhhh fuuuckkkkkk, don’t ever stop sucking baby girl, make daddy bust a nut...ughhhhhhh…yes, empty me...mmmm...here it comes baby... getting the job done just drain your daddy and you never have to worry about anything...FUCK YES,” Erik’s entire body spasmed out of control. He gripped the back of London’s head before erupting deep down her throat. London welcomes her gift graciously with a flickering tongue. It was a lot of cum, definitely overdue. 

“Good girl,” Erik says between ragged gasps. 

___________________

After their shower, London and Erik had a nice breakfast that Erik prepared. Veggie omelette, turkey sausage, and a side of shrimp with cheesy grits. London did a bit of yoga, something she hadn’t done in a long while. Erik cleaned up before joining London in their personal gym for a morning workout. Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of London stretching her body. After taking yet another long shower, London and Erik lounged around well into the early afternoon in complete nudity. Erik was supposed to start his research for his new mission but that wasn’t going to happen with the way London’s nude body was calling him. They were sitting in the living room, laid back on their luxury leather sectional sofa, music playing from the installed surround sound system. 

London couldn’t keep her eyes off of Erik’s dick sitting heavy between his toned thighs. Unable to control the urge to slurp his thick pipe into her mouth, London leans over Erik’s lap, grabbing his dick in her hand, slapping it against her tongue, and then all in one motion, his dick was back in her mouth. London arched her back, her ass sitting high in the air now for Erik to reach over and slap whenever he felt like it. She massaged his nut sack while swallowing her man’s fat dick. He loved to see her with a mouth full of his meat. All he could do was simply shake his head at her. Before he needed to remind her, London’s topaz eyes connected with his and that’s when his dick swelled to cum inspiring proportions in her throat and unloaded a fat nut that she worked for. 

“There you go,” Erik studied the way his balls tightened, “Got my nuts tight, girl, get up here.” 

London climbed into Erik’s lap, squatting over him while bracing herself on the back of the couch. 

“Nah, fuck that, grab daddy’s dick and put it in that sweet little pussy so I can fuck the shit out of you.” 

London reaches between her legs, grabs Erik’s dick, and lines it up with her snug entrance. She gyrated her hips over him before lowering herself onto his third leg. 

“Mmmm,” She locked eyes with him, “Big-ass-dick.” She tells him, even though he already knew that. 

“Tight-ass-pussy,” Erik’s thick lips practically swallowed London's, the more he devoured her with his kisses. His saliva laden tongue battled for dominance in her mouth the more he kissed. London was like putty in his arms. London didn’t see it coming when Erik’s hips elevated from the couch to fuck her. His balls slapped her on the ass with each heavy, gut-filling stroke. Her thighs shook and her toes were beginning to sweat from the hot leather. 

“Oh, shit,” Her lower abdomen clenched, “It’s deep…”

“Move your hands,” Erik ordered when London’s hands came down to press against his thighs to try and slow him up, “Move your fucking hands, London.”

“Daddy, nooooo,” She whimpered.

“Shut that shit up,” He wrenched her hands away from his thighs, “grip my shoulders...that’s it, girl,” Erik went back to fucking the shit out of her wet pussy, “I got this pussy gushing all over me and you want me to stop? You better take this big black dick...all I wanna hear is you moaning and saying how much you love daddy’s big dick, nothing else,” Erik tore his eyes away for a second so he could watch her cream his dick, “I’m beating this pussy up...shut that crying up, London.” 

“Yessssss,” London chokes up, “Daddy, pleaseeee-

“Please? Please what?” Erik wrapped his arms around London’s body, holding her in place so he could work her pussy some more, “Please what? Huh?!”

“YES!!” London buried her face in the crook of Erik’s neck. She could feel a warm sensation overpower her body and then she froze. Erik’s dick was covered in her cream all the way down to his balls. 

“Just making a mess on me, huh?” Erik sucks on London’s neck, “Daddy likes that shit...come here,” Erik lifts her from his lap. He stood up with his dick dripping cum, turning London over and arching her back. 

“Mm-mm, keep that arch,” Erik strokes his messy pipe, “Push them shoulders down...good girl,” Erik slaps London’s clit a few times before he enters her with a long exhale, “Good fucking pussy...pass me my phone.” Erik barked out. London grabs Erik’s phone from her left before passing it to Erik, “You remember how we used to do it?” Erik opens up his camera, aiming it at London’s ass, “Bring that ass up, London, I’m not gonna tell you again.”

London was holding off on purpose because she knew how deep he can get in this position. 

“How is daddy supposed to beat this pussy the fuck up if you don’t listen?” Erik pumped London’s pussy full of his fat dick with just his hips while holding the phone steady so he can capture it perfectly, “Wait until you see this shit, ummmmm, baby...widen your legs London,” Erik pushes himself in all the way, causing London to cry out, “It’s okay, Princess, here,” He did it again, “beat this pussy up…look at me.”

London looks back at Erik through her messy hair. She wished she hadn’t. Just one look at him had her squirting on his dick.

“You make that shit look so damn good...I’m spreading that pussy, baby?” 

“Uh-huh-

“What else is daddy doing?” Erik smiles.

“Making my pussy feel good,” London smiles back before her face frowned with ecstasy. 

“That’s the face I like to see...you got my dick pulsating in this pussy...got this good dick up in you all you can do is cum...I like that...too big, baby?” 

She couldn’t respond but HELL YEAH. His dick damn near pushed her stomach out of her mouth in this position. 

“Daddy…” London said so low. 

“What?!” Erik asked while hammering London’s pussy. He angled the phone so that the length of his defined body could be in view while he stroked her. London’s cheeks clapped loudly and her moans damn near blew out the speakers of his phone, “this is mine and ima remind you any and everywhere,” London gripped his dick with her walls, “yeahhhhh, make daddy bust a nut!!!”

“Fuck me!!” London grabbed the back of the couch, “beat it up, daddy!!”

“Fuck,” Erik had to drop the phone. He was about to cream all in London’s sweet, tight pussy, “Look at this arch, girl, damn...you want me to really get in this puss.” 

Erik’s mouth unhinges and his eyelids flutter. He gave London two deep, long, and filling thrusts before cumming deep inside of her. Erik slapped her ass hard a few times before pulling his dick from her pussy. 

“Come suck this big dick up,” Erik said between heavy breathing. London was on her knees in a flash, grabbing Erik’s dick up in her hand before licking their mess off. Erik twirled London’s pierced nipple with one hand. He was thickening up again and all he wanted to do was bury himself back inside her tight, creamy pussy some more. 

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Secret of the Widow

-part eight-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, *eventual* violence and smut, death, fluff, angst

Pairings: Bucky x OC

Disclaimer: this is posted to Wattpad as well and it WILL HAVE PLOT. I’m a Bucky hoe so there will be smut and romancy stuff but this is a series, so plot plot plot and slow burn.

*Bucky POV*

I've finally gotten away from Wilson and his incessant blabbering, and am now making my way to the training room to find Ali.

Ever since she got here, there's been this ache in the back of my mind. It feels a lot like the first time I saw Steve all those years ago. A dull tug, trying to pull something forward.

She knows me. Knows me well apparently. And I feel deep in this little dark corner of myself, that I know her too. She unsettles me immensely, the thought of her risking herself so wantonly with the Winter Soldier, knowing my past and darkness. It's horrible. But shes also comforting. A type of comfort I haven't felt in a long while.

She's a wild card still. Unpredictable. And yet she peaked my curiosity.

I still can't get her teary blue eyes out of my mind. I'm thankful I heard her sneak past my room the night before. Otherwise I never would have followed her to the lab. Never would have seen her pain and loss so openly. Her cries were heartbreaking, sobs wrenched from deep inside.

I understand what it's like to feel utterly alone and confused. And I wish I could take that feeling from her.

Taking a quick left I stop at the door of the training room, hearing music and the dull thud of knife hitting Kevlar.

God help me I can't get the image of her dancing so carefree in my hoodie out of my head either. Walking into the kitchen to that view, well fuck me back to the 40s. A beautiful woman dancing and singing, a home cooked meal on the stove, and a blade twirling between delicate fingers. She's going to give me whiplash. Or death.

This need to protect and cherish her conflicts with the instinct to be wary and set clear distance and it's worse than the cyclone at Coney Island.

I just know this isn't a good idea.

***

*OC POV*

"You're letting go too soon Doll."

FUCKING BLOODY HELL I'm gonna kill this man.

I very much did NOT let out a tiny squeak for the second time today and launch ANOTHER knife straight at Buckys (admittedly handsome) stupid face.

Okay I did.

With a cocky flourish he catches it and give the blade a nice twirl. "See? Too soon. You're aim would be more accurate if you hold off a second or so before releasing. And the blade would slice through the air better. It's catching too much resistance from the angle."

"You have gotta stop sneaking up on me Sarge. Unlike yourself, I'm too young for heart failure."

Bucky sends me a scowl and scoops up the rest of the knives from the target then makes his way over.

"Sweetheart, I may have some years under my belt, but I'm a fully and exceptionally functioning man." I look down to see the tip of a knife gliding up my stomach and to my throat, pausing to move a lock of hair behind my ear.

Suddenly sweaty I clear my throat and swipe a knife from his metal hand. "I'll take your word for it Buckaroo. Now you wanna show me how exceptionally you can teach?"

At that he steps behind me, chest pressed against my back, hard muscle very much evident under his tight shirt. His hand gliding down my arm softly until he wraps his fingers around mine, now holding the knife together.

His (very beefy) leg presses between my thighs, allowing his foot to hook around mine and reposition my leg.

Hell in a handbasket its fucking hot in here. Jeez. My heart is going wild and I know for a fact Bucky can hear it.

His breath ghosts along my neck as he murmurs low against my ear.

"You're quick and underestimated because of your size. Use that more to your advantage and strike like a little viper. Fast and deadly."

He guides my hand as if drawing the knife from my thigh holster, making my hips shift back against his. As our arms make a slow, practiced arc Buckys metal hand squeezes my hip telling me when to release the knife.

With another light squeeze he steps back and nods for me to continue.

This man will undoubtedly be a distraction in the field if I don't get it together.

With a sigh I drop to a knee only to pounce back up in a spin while drawing the blade, letting it sail through the air in complete silence, slicing through it only to come to a halt with a smack that echoed through the room. In the blink of an eye it went from my fingertips to the mannequins skull a good twenty yards away.

He really didn't need an ego boost but damn if he isn't talented.

"Better. Now let's see how you do hand to hand."

I was suddenly back to the mat with a very heavy soldier pinning my body down, knife pressing into the hollow of my throat.

I let out a soft grunt as piercing blue eyes filled with concealed torment and a hint of playfulness met my own. "Well this brings back memories... for me at least."

Using his confused pause as an advantage, I run my foot along the inner seam of his sweatpants as the other slips from between his to hook around his thigh.

A startled grunt escapes open lips and the knife moves a fraction as his hold loosens. With considerable effort I had the hulking soldier underneath my straddling hips, knife now running up his chest, small cuts appearing along his shirt.

Large hands rest on my thighs, squeezing with every dip of the blade as it runs along the ridges of concealed muscle.

"Dirty move Doll."

With a small shrug his shirt gets cut open completely. "It can get dirtier Sarge."

I shift against his hips and his hands clamp down hard, keeping my legs in place, most definitely leaving Bucky shaped bruises.

"Are we ever gonna have that conversation you promised? Cause I feel like I'm missing some important pieces to our story."

"Huh, I thought this was a training session, not a slumber party." With another squirm against his crotch he lets out a low growl and I hop up, tossing the knife into the floor by his head. "Come and get me Barnes."

With that I took off down the hallway, thundering footsteps quickly catching up with mine. Damn super soldier speed.

As his arm wrapped around my waist I let out a giggle and ducked underneath it, landing a blow to his stomach. Which did little more than make him let out a grunt of air as I dropped to swipe his legs from beneath him.

With a roll Bucky jumped back up and caught my arm, spinning me against the wall.

His thigh pressed between mine as his metal hand locked my arms above my head, our chests heaving together despite the minimal effort of the chase.

The forgotten blade appeared in his other hand, the sharp tip trailing down my arm, dipping along the collarbone. Buckys head tilted as my heart beat went double time, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

With a smooth flick of his wrist a bead of blood trailed down my throat, stopping between the swells of my breast, Buckys eyes following the slow path returning to mine darkened and razor focused.

With a glimpse to the lip I trapped between my teeth he cocks his head with a suspicious glare. “Bringing back more memories Sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, is it Sarge?”

Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get you-

Buckys hips press firmly into my own, his thick thigh shifting higher, now tight against the needy heat between my legs. A very noticeably large and stiff bulge pressed into my hip. How am I not on fire yet?

A small whimper escapes my lips as Bucky trails his mouth and nose along the length of my neck, beard scratching deliciously against heated skin. My hips bucked, wonderful friction meeting my clothed center, a moan escaping with a sigh as I repeated the action.

Bucky growled low in his throat as his hips snapped against mine, leg tensing against my soaked cunt. “I might not remember our past yet Doll, but I remember this feeling. Your warmth. First time I looked into those big blue eyes I knew you were gonna ruin me. Had no idea who you were, but fuck it all I knew you somehow.”

With a slight tug he released my arms, hands falling to my waist, tracing a path along my body.

I rested my palm against his heart, as the other cupped his cheek. Thumb tracing his red lips I looked into lust blown confused eyes. “Maybe one day you’ll remember our story, until then I’ll remember for the both of us.”

A rough thumb brushes over a hard nipple as his hips start to rock steadily into my own. A small moan escapes as my fingers tangle in Buckys thick hair. His mouth once again finding my neck, this time leaving hot kisses. His tongue traced along my ear, teeth nipping along the skin until he reached the spot on my neck that made me keen.

His lips kissed a smile into my skin as he sucked it into his mouth, leaving his mark on my body. My greedy hand began to make its way to the band of his sweats as he-

“Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barnes, the team needs you in the conference room immediately.” Friday said from above us, damn near giving me a heart attack.

Cockblock. “Fucking hell.” I mutter as my head tilts back to rest against the wall, Buckys hot breath puffing against my chest from where his face is pressed into my shoulder. I run my fingers through his hair for a moment, relishing his warmth after so long being cold.

Bucky pressed a kiss to my collarbone as I clear my throat. “Well, duty calls soldier.”

As he backs away and releases my body, I rock onto my tiptoes and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before swiftly walking to the conference room.

I’m almost certain these shorts are ruined. My sanity is not far off either.

❤️ Francis Dolarhyde idea ❤️

So, based on a post I saw on here about Richard being kind of vain (in the insecure way that breaks my heart) and on the amazingly smart comment of one ThiccMerc on Reddit, an idea sprang to my mind.

This is a very short piece to clear my head and I wanted to share it with you :)

With a start, Richard awoke in a bed that was clearly not his own. A strange smell pervaded the space, and it took him a second to place it; it smelled like the homes of old people: stale air and old clothes full of pests.

Where was he and what had happened?

Blinking several times to make sure that he had not slipped unawares from one dream into another, he got up.

His surroundings felt familiar, but it was not a place he had any reason to be in; not any of his abodes, not the family home, not even the place of one of his lovers.

As he advanced towards a broken mirror, he realized that he felt different as well…younger and stronger than he had been when he had gone to bed yesterday.

He gasped when his eyes fully adjusted to the semi-darkness of his surrounding and he was able to make out the fractured image reflected in the shards of broken glass. It was the face he had expected to see, the face he had seen for decades day in, day out, and yet, it was not quite right.

Tentatively, his index ghosted over the surgical scar running down from his nostril into the narrow upper lip. He remembered the silicone prosthetic, a quick application for effect and faithfulness to the original opus, but his probing finger found no purchase now.

“Welcome to insanity.” A voice, low and growling, hissed inside his skull; it felt like his muscles were rippling even though he was standing perfectly still.

This was not possible, Richard tried to calm himself, this was not something that happened to real people in real life.

And yet, he recalled the painstaking research he had made at that time, years ago now, to search the mind of a demented murderer. He had worn his skin, lent him his own body, channelled his pain in pursuit of artistic excellence; had he gone too far?

Why now? Had he died? At 50 years old, his years of excesses lay mostly behind him, and he was almost certain that nobody would have had any interest in drugging and abducting a random actor for fun.

No, he was back in the body and mind of one Francis Dolarhyde; he recognised him immediately: the slightly hunched posture, the darting eyes, and the defensive scowl he just couldn’t wipe from the marred face.

His own vanity reared up its ugly head; he took no pleasure in seeing the scar that seemed so much more vivid and angry than it ever had on screen.

Of course, he was indeed younger as well; this was a level of fitness he would not achieve again without working himself to the bone…or to hospital.

His hands, Dolarhyde’s hands, slid over the smooth skin and the bulging flesh underneath it, but a wave of disgust washed over him, flooding and drowning out his own fragile consciousness.

“Are you the dragon?” He asked the one who had spoken to him and heard that his own voice was rough and gritty like sand on stone.

“No, I am Francis…the dragon is you.” The voice replied, plaintive all of a sudden.

Was he? Was he the thing that haunted this imaginary man? He couldn’t be. He had many a fault, but he was not a murderer.

Richard rubbed his hands again and again over that face that was so much his own and so foreign, nonetheless, as if he could tear away the nightmare by brute force and wishful thinking.

He could go out and ask someone for help, maybe? No, he dismissed the idea immediately; no-one was to see him like that or hear that mangled voice that was so unlike the one he was praised and paid for.

Also, if he was here, there was a distinct chance that the rest of this universe was actualised as well: murderers and psychopaths. He’d be safe here; he could not hurt anyone here.

He returned to bed, willing himself to fall asleep again and wake up in his own life, but the sweet relief of drowsiness would not come to him. His whole body tingled with a dark need to break out of this shell, no matter the price he had to pay.

Reality and fiction blurred as the seconds ticked by. He had loved the work, but Francis was not the kind of person he’d want to be. Most of his roles weren’t the kind of men he would model himself after, come to think of it.

A dull, aching pain crept into his soul now: the suspicion of being just outside of what was considered normal, handsome, desirable…

He was functional, he was useful, he was good at his job, but was he really loved? The inability, for he knew not if it was due to his own shortcomings or to circumstances, to be truly cherished and to engage fully with people sat, like a bullet lodged within a withering bone, in his heart.

No, this festering, poisonous dart was not his own. He was timid for sure, but he did not let the shadow of insecurity darken to the abyss of hate and resentment.

He would not succumb to the madness he had but dipped a toe in, for all the right reasons, and fall prey to the seduction of logical fallacies and short-sighted justifications.

Francis had not had a choice, he had been abused and neglected, but Richard held on to the memory of his family, of his friends, of the many faceless, nameless people paying money to enjoy the art he created.

“I am an artist too. I make beautiful things and people love them, people love beautiful things, don’t they? That’s why they do not really love us.” The voice muttered at the back of his mind, lying in wait for a moment of weakness, for the minutest of openings in his defences.

Richard could not bring himself to declare that he was, as a matter of fact, beautiful.

He just wanted out; he needed to get back to a world where his own doubts were a dull, nagging twinge in his soul and not the spring of terrible crimes. Already, he felt the frenzied anger rush through his blood and set his body on fire.

Resist it, he admonished himself, don’t give in to the darkness.

He had believed that he had washed himself clean of the people and stories he had plunged into, immersing himself in their pain and demented mania, but now, he realised that there had been treacherous stains left behind.

Those marks bled into his soul, spreading rapidly, and engulfing his own personality at a dizzying rate. It became harder by the minute to remember the sound of his own laughter or the last time he had felt genuinely warmed by the love of his fellow men.

He’d stay here until it passed, he swore, he would not be led like a lamb to the slaughter, for he knew that he would be the perpetrator and the victim of the crime in equal measures.

It would be fine; he was a patient man.

And then, the doorbell rang.

Say Yes ⇾ KTH

↳Pairing : You x Taehyung

Genre : Fluff / smut / established relationship / drabble

Warnings : Some spanking, unprotected sex, fingering

Words: +2k

Summary :  You loved him too much to say no.

A/N: I haven’t posted in ages and I was dying to write about Tae. Thank you @hopikoya​ for dealing with my shit every single day of your life. Here I go :p

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"I told you this party was a bad idea." Taehyung mumbled in between hot, terribly messy kisses.

He pushed the door of your shared flat with his hips and slammed your body against the nearest wall. His hands were everywhere, touching, pinching, roaming around your body and making you dizzy.

"Why do you never listen?" He quickly took your scarf off, threw it on the floor and ravished your neck right away. You arched your back in response, so sensitive, so hot, so bothered; he had you wrapped around his finger without doing much.

"Because Soojin kindly invited us." You ran your fingers through his fluffy locks, pulling softly as you pressed yourself harder against him, wrapping one leg around him, feeling his bulge against you. "You promised to behave for my sake."

Which he did. At least in the beginning.

The first hour at the party went smoothly. You knew most of Soojin’s friends but it wasn’t Taehyung’s case which didn’t bother him (he was way too sociable to worry). In a space of five minutes you found him happily chatting with Soojin’s older brother, Jin, who was in town (and didn’t hesitate, to your dismay, to tell some embarrassing stories about you). The second hour went even better. Music and alcohol did their work. Suddenly everybody were friends, everybody were close. For a moment you had lost Taehyung from your sight. A short moment and yet it was enough for your nemesis to come on scene. You weren’t a jealous type of girlfriend, you trusted Taehyung with all your heart. No, really. But when your nemesis decided to get a little too close and too touchy with your boyfriend, you just couldn't resist the urge to claim him, to show her that she had no chance. The whole situation amused Taehyung which ended with the two of you going home.

"I must say, you're hot, babe, when you're jealous."  He chuckled, nibbling gently at your skin before biting your tender flesh and making sure to leave a mark.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" You complained and tugged at his locks harder this time making him growl at you as a warning. You should have known that he would have remembered about your nemesis but your mind was just too clouded with anger to see.

"Maybe." You felt him smile against your neck.

Despite how addicting Taehyung’s lips were, you managed to put some space between you two; he tried to grab your arm and pull you back in his arms but you were faster and dodged him easily.

You took a good look at him, admiring your work. His previously well styled hair were now a mess, disheveled locks that were begging to be tugged. His lips were swollen, pupils blown, Taehyung was just as eager and excited as you were.

"This." You pointed at his coat. "Off."

"So bossy." He commented but gladly obeyed. He stared back at you, watching how you gulped nervously, seeing how affected you were with just small gestures. "What’s next?"

"Come here." You gestured him and turned your back and brought your hair to the left side as Taehyung approached you to help you to get out of your dress. The moment you felt his fingers on your nape, you shivered. No matter how well you knew him, no matter how well your body knew his, you reacted the same way every time - you shivered.

He planted a soft kiss on your neck before slowly unzipping your dress. With every inch of skin exposed he took care to kiss it, slowly, gently, lovingly. It drove you crazy and you just wanted to snap and get to real business. Except Taehyung wanted to take his time with you, you knew it and you gave in.

"God. I love you so much." He whispered against you skin. Taehyung gently pushed your dress of you, letting it fall on the floor before his hands found your hips and spun you around in his arms. You were left in nothing more than your panties, skin flushing under his intense gaze. He wanted to eat you alive, his eyes told you.

"Shit." You whined, feeling already weak. What country did you save in previous life to deserve such a man in this one? You had no clue but you blessed the universe for bringing Taehyung in your life.

"Stop." You begged

Taehyung only smirked and brought you closer to him. "Stop what?"

"That." You circled your arms around his neck. "You know what it does to me."

"No. I don't." He hummed "Tell me what it does to you."

You groaned at his play but did it anyway. You stood on your tiptoe and kissed his sharp jaw. "When you look at me like I'm the only woman in the world." You kissed his cheeks. "Like you want to eat me alive." You kissed then his lips, biting on his lower lip, asking, no, begging for more. He gladly complied. Sliding your tongue between his parted lips, you deepened the kiss, tasting him, battling with him.

Taehyung hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, feeling him even better now that you were almost naked.

"You're right." He said, breaking the intense kiss and admired how good you looked. "You're the only one that matters."

"Damn you." But your insides melted at his words.

Taehyung chuckled and carried you to your room. Without a warning he threw you on the bed, making you shriek in surprise. He stood by the bed, watching you, observing his prey. And what a prey. You were completely whipped; a word from him and you would be on your knees saying yes to any of his request.

Without breaking the eye contact, he started slowly undressing. Taehyung wanted to take his time just to rile you up some more. He unbuttoned his shirt first, throwing it on the floor and then he got rid of the rest. He stood proud, beautiful, his cock hard and angry, begging for attention- you licked your lips at the sight, only imaging how great it would feel to have hime inside. You were hungry for him.

You tore the last piece of cloth from you that was on his way. Taehyung growled in return, staring at your fully naked body, at your flushed skin, hardening nipples.

"Touch me." You begged, unable to contain your lust any longer, you needed him desperately.

"So demanding." He commented and put a knee on the bed. With one finger he touched your ankle, drawing circles but barely touching you. "Should I? Will you be a good girl for me?"

Another time and if you weren't so needy, you would have said no, but right now you wanted him to touch you, you wanted to feel him deep inside you. You nodded your head, pleading him with your eyes.

"So obedient." He caressed your skin. Taehyung got fully on the bed, as he moved, his hands slid from your ankles to your knees -he stopped and leaned to plant a kiss on your right knee. His warms hands set your body completely on fire and you felt yourself getting even wetter.

He spread your legs to his liking and settle in between, hovering over you, his hands exploring your body before going for a hot and sloppy kiss. "So beautiful." It was just a whisper against your lips but a whisper that brought pure bliss to you. His lips travelled from your lips to your neck, biting your tender flesh, making sure to leave some more marks. "And mine."

You whimpered in reply, your hands latching on his hair, forcing him to get to your level and captured his lips for another needy kiss.

You were lost with just his kisses, but the moment his fingers reached your center - you were a goner. Finally. He swallowed your moan, enjoying every single moment of how responsive you were.

You moved your hips, seeking for more friction but Taehyung stopped your attempt by pushing your body back on the mattress, forcing you to stay still.

"Aren't you supposed to behave, doll?" You felt his fingers moving up and down your slit, teasing you without giving you what you needed.

"Tae-" He didn't let you finish as he slid a finger, too easily, inside your heat, making you inhale sharply and close your eyes.

"You were saying?" Taehyung chuckled and added a second finger, knuckles deep, stretching you just like you liked it. He moved his fingers slowly, watching you moaning softly under him.

With his other hand he grabbed your left breast, kneading it, playing with it while his lips captured your right nipple, sucking softly at first before biting gently at it, making you roll your eyes in pure bliss.

"Shit, Tae." You moaned his name over and over again.

Taehyung bit you right under your breast, leaving another mark before he pushed himself off you to inspect his work. You were shaking from his multiple attacks.

"Look at me." He ordered but you simply couldn't. Not when his fingers were working magic on you. Not when he was stretching you so good. "Look at me." He retrieved his fingers from you and you whined at the loss - you bucked your hips wanting him back but Taehyung didn't take your disobedience so well. He slapped your heat, once, twice and you whimpered under him. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. Taehyung was frowning, disapprovingly at you. "What were you saying about behaving, doll?"

"I'm sorry." You weren't and he knew which led to another slap on your clit.

"No you're not. If you want me to fuck you tonight, you better be sincere, babe."

You bit on your lips, trying so hard not to snap at him and misbehave again. You couldn't help your behavior, it was just so tempting but the idea of him not fucking you was too devastating. "I’m sorry."

Taehyung's grip on your chin tightened. "What should I do with you, hm?"

"Anything you want."

"Anything? What a dangerous wish, doll." But your answer pleased him and he let go of your chin.

Taehyung's hands were back on your thighs, spreading them further while he guided his cock near your center, coating himself in your wetness. You clenched around nothing, delighted at what was about to happen - which didn't go unnoticed by your man.

"Tsk. Look at you. Completely soaked and for what?" He slapped his cock against your clit and you rolled your hips in hope to have more.

"For you." You whispered. "Only for you."

"Damn right, doll." With one strong thrust, he buried himself to the hilt making you cry out in pleasure and throw your head back.

"Taehyung." You mewled completely lost with the feeling of him inside you. You felt full, clenching madly around him.

You grabbed the sheets, holding for your dear life as Taehyung started moving, slowly at first, teasing you with his every thrusts.

"Mine." He captured your lips for another delicious kiss that only added to your delirious state.

"Please."

"Please what?"

You writhed in need beneath him, wanting him to go harder, faster, even deeper. "Ruin me."

"As you wish." Taehyung held you tightly, fingers digging into your skin that would undoubtedly bruise later. He pulled out almost fully before slamming back inside you and starting to move faster, setting a pace. Each of his thrust had your toes curled; arching your back you met him halfway.

"You feel so good." You purred shakily, breathless.

"Yeah?" He slapped your thigh and picked his pace. "Tell me more."

You wanted to tell him how good he made you feel, how his cock perfectly stretched you, how he was made for you and how you wished to stay like this forever. But you couldn't. Your voice was stuck in your throat.

"Tell me how does this hungry pussy feels huh?" He gave your clit a slap. "Look how well you swallow me."

You closed your eyes for a second, trying hard to force your brain to think, trying to find your voice. "Your cock stretches me so good, Tae. I love it."

To reward your honesty, he pounded into you fiercely, hitting all the right spots in you, making you scream loudly his name in pleasure. "Shit. Oh my god, babe. Again, please, please."

Taehyung knew you were close as your moans were getting louder and you were shivering beneath him. "How close are you exactly, doll?"

"Too close." You grabbed his arms, bringing him closer to you. You claimed his lips, messily, tongue dancing with his before biting on his lip.

Taehyung brought you to the edge with a deep and sharp thrust; you cried out his name, waves of pleasure washing over you, blinding you for a moment. He slowed down only for a moment, his fingers found your clit, playing with, helping you until you were writhing under him. Your body was a mess, too sensitive, too sore, but Taehyung didn't stop, instead he admired how helpless you were.

He resumed his moves. Growling, he seemed his own release, using you as he wanted. Pounding mercilessly in you, it didn't take him long to freeze, exploding, spilling inside you.

Taehyung collapsed beside you, panting but smiling sheepishly at you. He looked suddenly so childish and young and innocent which was a huge contrast from a moment ago. He circled his arms around you and pulled you against him, letting your head rest on his chest while he played with your hair.

"I love you." He said, planting a kiss on top of your head.

Despite how tired, how sticky and messy you were, you looked up at him, smiling. "I know." You kissed his chest. "I love you too."

"Hey babe." He started, shifting lightly under you. "Let's get married?"

You almost chocked at his words, completely taken aback, you haven't seen it coming. You stared at him for a moment, making sure that he wasn't messing with you. He wasn't.  

With a swift move of your hips, you straddled his hips. You hovered over him and cupped his face between your hands. You packed his lips before smiling brightly at him.

"Yes."

you got inside my head, i always wanted you

✨ link to AO3 ✨ 1.3k

Rating: E 🔞

Tags: PWP, Post-Episode: S01E06, Top Geralt, Bottom Jaskier, Anal Sex, POV Geralt, Masturbation, Wet Dreams, Geralt has Feelings.

Summary: [...] He pretended that nothing was happening while the bard was around, it was easier to bury his thoughts, but things got complicated after the dragon hunt.Dreams became more frequent, of all kinds - some good, a few nightmares and that fucking wet dreams... [...]

Geralt was lying on a bed, arms over his head, pinning by a hand with calloused fingers, while smooth skin slowly grinded against his hard cock and lips slide over his neck. A bite on his earlobe made him shiver. He wanted to move his hips, wanted to feel more pressure on his cock, but he had been given an order: don't move.

"Please..." he said, his voice hoarse than usual, and he heard a low chuckle in response.

"I like when you beg" the lips left his neck and bright blue eyes looked at him, a smirking spreading across his face.

"Jaskier" he tried to make it sound like a warning, but it sounded more like a whimper.

The bard chuckled again, wrapping his hand around Geralt's dick, sliding easily thanks to the oil that covered his palm, the Witcher groaned in frustration at the slow movement. Jaskier positioned himself on top of him, guiding the tip of Geralt's cock into his hole, rolling his hips, but not putting it inside him.

"Please" Geralt pleaded, voice low and trembling.

The bard bit his lip, lowering his hip and the Witcher groaned loudly as he felt the heat surrounding his cock. Jaskier sat on his lap, letting out little gasps and moans as he felt the length throbbing inside him.

Geralt clenched his fists, controlling himself not to move, the bard supported his weight by placing his hands on the Witcher's chest, fingers caressing the hair, and began to grind his hips, closing his eyes and feeling how full he was.

"Fuck" he moaned, going up and down in a sudden movement, causing Geralt to groan as if it was punched out of him. He did it a few more times without increasing the speed, until, when only the tip was in, he sat firmly, taking all Geralt's cock in one move.

The sound they both made was loud, echoing in the small room, Geralt closed his eyes feeling Jaskier clenching around his cock.

“Jaskier” he pleaded “Please, let me…” he slightly moved his arms, asking for permission to move.

"Come on, touch me" the bard replied, straightening up, fully seated, Geralt deep inside him.

The Witcher didn't hesitate, going forward, sitting and wrapping his arms around the bard, moving his hips upward hard as he did so. Jaskier moaned loudly, Geralt buried his face in the curve of his neck, biting and kissing the spot.

And they moved together, the bard tried to move up and down, but thanks to the way Geralt thrusted in him, he lose strength in his legs, so Jaskier contenting himself with just grinding his hips whenever the length was as deep as possible inside him, the Witcher was still marking the skin, feeling the heat in his body growing, his mind echoing Jaskier's name again and again, shocks of pleasure running through his veins every time he heard the bard moan loudly, every time he felt Jasker tighten around his cock and he was so close, so close...

It was the sound of a twig breaking that woke Geralt with a jump and he swore under his breath when he realized that it was just a hare startled by Roach moving.

The sun was almost up, Geralt was lying on his bedroll, fully dressed - he took advantage of the previous day exhaustion to finally get a night's sleep without worrying about getting undressed - the thin sheet that covered him was now by his side.

He could feel, thanks to the cool morning breeze, that there was a small wet spot on the front of his pants and the leather didn't help to hide how hard he was. He grunted disgruntled, his cock throbbing and he remembered how close he was in that dream.

That dream...

He brought a hand to the bulge in his pants, squeezing lightly and closing his eyes, relishing the memory of the dream. He could still feel the gaze of those bright blue eyes and every touch his dream projected, he felt his skin tingle.

Jaskier... he didn't let the name escape his lips, squeezing the still covered cock tightly. He grunted again, doing a quick job of lowering the waistband of his pants enough to free his dick. Geralt ran his finger over the tip, already wet with pre-come, his other hand he held the base firmly, the dream had already been enough to almost put him on edge and he didn't want to end it so quickly - not this time.

With his eyes closed and sliding his hand up and down slowly he remembered the images created in his mind, Jaskier's body on his, his hips moving sensually, the smile that didn't leave his face even as he moaned.

And, gods, the sounds. Geralt heard more than once the noises that Jaskier make when he lost himself in someone else's embrace, he really tried not to hear it, but his heightened senses and the heat that went up through his body whenever that happened left the task of ignoring the way that the bard sounded like a damn sin, melodic and so fucking good, almost impossible.

He wanted to see... wanted to see Jaskier's face as his body shiver with pleasure, he wanted to swallow every one of his moans and pleas. He wanted to hear his own name being said as if it's the only word the bard could remember as their bodies came together and became one, while he went deeper...

Geralt groaned, increasing the speed of his stroking, thinking of all the times he saw the bard naked, his instinct always screaming to mark the smooth skin on his neck, to cover every inch with kisses. He wanted Jaskier under him, a mess, moaning, whimpering, begging, while Geralt moved his hips hard in strong thrusts or Jaskier over him, like in that dream, grinding his hips in a way that drove him crazy, teasing, saying sweet nothings in his ear and Geralt being the one falling apart or, maybe, lazy mornings as their bodies moved slowly, just enjoying the feeling of sliding against each other, everything. He wanted everything.

His other hand stroked below his balls and at any time he opened his eyes, focused on every memory of the bard, every new situation his mind projected.

He bit his lip, preventing his groan from being too loud as he came, body shivering and seeing white under his eyes, the bard's name echoing in his mind as the shocks of pleasure went up his spine.

He loosened his grip on his cock, wiping his hand on the sheet beside him, "fuck, you did it again..."  he thought while taking a deep breath.

The first time this happened, Geralt woke up confused, Jaskier had appeared in his dreams before of course, but it was the first time that things were so... explicit, his mind showing him the desires he had and tried to ignore.

He pretended that nothing was happening while the bard was around, it was easier to bury his thoughts, but things got complicated after the dragon hunt.

Dreams became more frequent, of all kinds - some good, a few nightmares and that fucking wet dreams...

There was no turning back. He had to admit to himself what he wanted. Who he wanted.

Geralt got up, fixing his clothes and started to pack things.

What a bitter irony of fate to realize how much you love someone only after you lost them, isn't it? He sighed, preparing for another day when his mind wouldn't stop blaming him for everything.

Well, maybe someday life would be kind to him and tell him how to fix this situation, how to repair the damage he created, but now - he mounted Roach, putting her to gallop without looking back - he had his Destiny to fulfill.

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You’re My Mission Pt.05

You Have To Sit Right Next To Me?

9/23/2018

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,591

Masterpost

Warnings: annoying fluff, frustrating fluff, language

A/N: Making leaps and bounds without actually making leaps and bounds. You’ll see what I mean. This boy...this Bucky boy...he’s a touch cookie. Do y’all like the burn? Is it hot enough for you?! Let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. It made me giggle. Also, if you’ve never seen the Princess Bride, shame on you. Go watch it. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Credit for this pic after LOTS of research led me to THIS blog. Someone had taken it and posted it on Pinterest without any sources cited or credit given. Not cool, internet!

Sergeant Barnes has you wait outside the water therapy rooms, perched on a bench, dressed in soft black sweatpants and a tight black tank top. Both of them say Wakanda. The sweats have it along the right thigh in bold grey lettering, spaced out vertically. The shirt has it small, in the same shade of grey over the left side of your chest, horizontally.

After struggling to pull your boots on you sit back, breathing hard as you stare down at the untied laces.

You kick with your leg at the air both annoyed that you’re almost entirely helpless thanks to your stupid hands and also because you're still thinking about the way Sergeant Barnes’s breath felt on your lips.

He'd been close enough that his warm breath had wafted far enough to touch them. His smile, the way his lips pulled back exposing a straight line of stunning white teeth, the way it reached up into his eyes driving the scowl from his expression leaving you with a kinder, gentler Sergeant Barnes.

You shut your eyes and bang your head against the wall, unwilling to admit what’s happening to yourself.

“You know, they put people in institutions for doing things like that.” His voice is matter-of-fact and slightly uninterested but at least it’s not harsh like before.

You open your eyes slowly, not surprised by his presence.

“Then lock me up.” You turn to look at him and feel your chest tighten. You’re matching. Both of you. He’s wearing the same type of sweats and a matching tank top, only it's for men.

It leaves his large arms exposed and you can’t help it. You ogle his bulging arms quickly, taking in the pleasing image before you know you should look away or it's gonna get weird. Three seconds. That's all you give yourself.

His hair is still slightly wet, he smells like soap and that faint smell of peaches again.

“I tried. Steve wouldn’t let me.” He mutters before moving to stand before you. He looks down at your feet.

“Yeah, well, Steve's nice to me. And not an asshole.” You’re feeling moody. You know its because you’re so frustrated. Maybe you should just give in to the feeling you know is developing?

You have a crush on Steve, what’s so bad about also crushing, however unwillingly, on Sergeant Barnes too? Neither of these crushes will ever develop into anything anyway.

“That's because you don’t really know him.”

Sergeant Barnes throws his balled up dirty clothes at your face and it fully obscures your view, plunging you into a mass stink of his sweat.

“Ew! Jerk." You quickly pull the stinky clothes from your face and look at him, ready to give him a glare worthy of death, but you find empty space where he had just been standing.

You feel a tug on your foot and with slight surprise you lean over the bundle of clothes to get a good look at Sergeant Barnes as he tightens your laces and does them up, his expression stoic and fixed on your feet.

Once again, you’re assaulted with a flutter of hummingbird wings at the base of your stomach.

He taps your right foot twice and holds his hands open, waiting for your left. You swing your right foot back and gently hold out your left. He takes it, scoots closer, and places the boot on his knee then begins to lace that one up too.

As you watch him tie your boot, you begin to narrow your eyes at him, suspicious suddenly because once again this is an unexpected kindness.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You ask again, whatever he might say, he's being nice.

“I’m not being nice. I’m taking responsibility for my mistake.”

When he finishes with your boot he gets up suddenly so that your foot falls to the floor with a hard thump, pulling you forward with it. It doesn't hurt but the movement is rough.

“What mistake?” You ask, your voice harsh because the contrast of his gentleness with his petty meanness is frustrating.

As he straightens up he reaches up and begins to pull his hair up into a full-on bun. You try not to gawk. This shift that he’s doing, going from mean to nice and back to mean has you so confused and stressed you’re not sure whether to like the way the hair falls around his face or not. His eyes are so clear, ice blue that you want to stare but he’s such a jerk.

He points at your hands as he finishes with his hair. “That mistake.”

You look down at your wounded hands. “My hands? But I fell. It's not your fault.”

“It's my fault they weren’t treated quickly. They might not be so bad now if I had sent you to get them wrapped up properly.” He sighs. “Sorry."

You blink, your eyes wide and your mouth slightly open. Did he just tell you he was sorry? “Excuse me? What did you just say?”

“Alright.” He nods at you, his eyes narrowed to slits, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“No, seriously, I didn’t hear you. What did you just say?” You insist, adjusting his dirty clothes on your lap so that you can adjust in your seat to try and look at his face.

He’s shifting his weight from foot to foot, his hands clenching and unclenching. He's so obviously physically uncomfortable with apologizing to you that you can’t help but find it funny.

“Cut it out.” He grumbles.

You laugh, one loud ha, followed by a stream of quieter genuine chuckles.

“I’m leaving.” He states and walks off down the long and white sterile hallway.

“Hey!” You protest as you grunt with the effort it takes to try and get yourself up. You’re still clutching his clothes in your arms and you can’t use your hands to get up anyway. “Wait for me, I don’t know where Steve lives.”

You groan as you try and use your legs to pull yourself up but they’re so weak! Still, somehow you manage to pull yourself up and you use the momentum from rocking forward to try and get on your feet.

Instead the top of your head hits a hard, lumpy surface and you fall back onto your butt with an oof.

You look up at Sergeant Barnes's frowning face. You’d hit his stomach. Wait, that was his stomach? Damn.

“Does this mean you don’t hate me?” You wonder. He obviously feels bad about your hands. He couldn’t feel bad and hate you at the same time, could he?

“You’re annoying. And irritating. And you can’t follow orders. You’re also a klutz. You're a terrible soldier and a thorn in my side. I don't like you.” He reaches down and scoops his clothes out of your arms and into his metal grip.

Then, with his normal arm, he reaches down to grab your bicep and pulls you up onto your feet.

He looks at your face as you stand steadily on your feet a small involuntary pout twisting your lips.

He blinks, something like uncertainty passing through his ice blues.

“I don’t hate you, alright? But I can’t stand you either. Come on, or Steve'll eat all the food.” He doesn’t wait for you and moves away at a quick pace which leaves you struggling to keep up.

Scarlet Witch, Wanda, is one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever met. She’s got stunning red hair, beautiful peachy skin, and you can almost feel the power radiating off of her. Those cheekbones!

“Wanda, come meet Y/N.” Wanda wasn’t there when Steve rescued you. He’d had only Nat and Sam with him that night. “She’s the newest recruit and has already shown a lot of promise in her weapons training.”

Wanda smiles kindly as she wanders in from the kitchen, cleaning her hands on the simple blue apron she’s wearing over her jeans and t-shirt. She’s so incredibly casual. Last time you saw her, she was on the news wearing some tight red outfit. Her work outfit probably.

As she holds out her hand you take it. Wanda notices your injured hands and is sure to very carefully shake your hand. “It’s so great to meet you, Wanda. I’m such a big fan of yours. We don’t have enough kick ass women out there fighting the good fight, am I right?”

Wanda laughs softly, turning an amused look to Steve who is watching you with a soft smile. “I agree. Maybe we can start our own group? We’ll call it Lady Defenders or something.”

“Ooh,” You reply, excited with the name game. “Fearless Defenders!”

“Oh, I like that one better.” Wanda says with a light laugh.

“Don’t you have to have some type of hand-eye coordination to defend the planet?” Sergeant Barnes leans against the doorway to the kitchen, watching you and Wanda greet each other.

His mischievous eyes are on you and his words sting. You frown at him. Wanda however turns to look at him and smiles.

“So that’s what you were talking about?” She then looks to Steve who nods slowly.

“Kinda obvious, isn’t it?” He asks her.

“Just a little bit.” She suddenly turns back to you, ignoring both your and Sergeant Barnes’s confused expressions at the little side conversation they just had. “Dinner’s ready. Let’s eat so that we can get to that movie. Steve’s never seen it.”

“Okay.” You’re so grateful for female company again. Truly friendly female company.

Your hut mates are very nice but they all have established friendships and they aren’t training like you are with just one commanding officer in private. They train in groups with other cadets and other officers. So, there’s always that wall between you.

Aman and Joshua are the only two that go out of their way to include you in their plans though you have yet to accept a trip into the heart of Birnin Zana to go out and have some fun. You are always too tired to accept.

Dinner is simple. Chicken alfredo pasta, garlic bread, and salads. It’s so good that you inhale most of the food. You’re especially grateful for the wine. The alcohol will help you sleep tonight.

Sergeant Barnes watches you from across the table with disappointment at the way you’re eating. But you don’t care. You smirk at him, spear several leaves of lettuce, a tomato, and a cucumber on your fork and open your mouth wide as you shovel it in.

He sighs, curling his top lip. He’s so hating you at the moment.

You smile and shut your eyes tight then open them again sending him what your mom used to call pretty eyes when you were a toddler. It only makes him sneer more.

After dinner, when you offer to help Steve with the dishes, Sergeant Barnes scoffs, shaking his head as he gets up and leaves the room.

You and Steve pile the dishes together and Steve sends Wanda into the living room, giving her a type of look that you can’t decipher. You peek into the living room through the kitchen doorway from your spot at the table, your hands laden with dishes, and try to see what Sergeant Barnes and Wanda are doing.

“Bucky, do you mind if I use the big couch? I kinda wanna lay down while we wait for the movie.” Wanda pleads gently.

“No, I don’t mind. Go ahead. I’ll sit over here.” You see his normal hand point to the smaller of the two sofas before he takes a seat on the left side. He puts his arm up on the arm of the sofa and leans back, relaxing in a way that you’ve never seen him do. His voice with Wanda is also so gentle and normal.

You don’t realize that you’re staring.

“Y/N?” You jump, caught in the act. A small plate slips out of your wounded grip and it goes tumbling down onto the floor.

“Shit.” You mutter. You look back at Steve who had been the one to call your name. “Oh, Steve, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” He says, moving towards you as you begin to squat down to pick up the broken ceramic. “No, Y/N, how about you go have a seat? I’ll have these clean in no time. I completely forgot about your hands. I shouldn’t have let you offer to help.”

Now you know why Sergeant Barnes had scoffed at your offer. Steve nudges your butt with his knee, pushing you towards the doorway.

“Go on, Y/N, I’ve got it.”

You reluctantly head into the living room glancing first at Wanda who has her eyes closed as she lays straight across the large sofa leaving no room for anyone else to sit. With the only remaining seat being next to Sergeant Barnes you take it, falling roughly onto the soft cushion to his right. The jostling makes him turn his scowl on you.

“You have to sit right next to me?” He demands, irritated by your presence.

“Wanda’s lying down. I don’t want to make her get up.” You whisper so that Wanda doesn’t hear you but she’s humming anyway, and you doubt she’s paying you or Sergeant Barnes any mind.

“Whatever.” He spits. “Just stay on your side of the sofa.” He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at the large flat screen TV, and doesn’t speak to you again.

“Why are you always so fucking grumpy?” You ask him, irritated now because he was ruining your fun movie night!

He doesn’t even answer you. He just continues to sit facing the TV, his sharp jawline clenching and unclenching.

Ten minutes later, Steve finally comes into the room, taking in the way you’re leaning away from Sergeant Barnes, your arms wrapped around your torso—Steve’s modern apartment is actually really cold—and the way Sergeant Barnes sits with his arms crossed, staring at the TV to keep from looking at you.

“Are you cold, Y/N?” Steve asks, concern riddled in his tone. He’s so sweet! Sergeant Barnes looks at Steve then turns to look at you and also observes the way you’re hugging yourself, carefully holding your arms angled so that you don’t touch the injured palms to your shoulders.

You lick your lips and nod. “A little.”

“I’ll be right back.” He says and disappears down the hallway. His feet are silent on the light grey carpet.

Sergeant Barnes is staring at you, scowling as usual.

“What now?” You ask, so done with his attitude.

“Weren’t you complaining about being hot earlier in the afternoon?”

“We were outside, under direct sunlight. Can’t I even be cold without you criticizing me?”

Sergeant Barnes huffs at your words and then turns back to the TV. You drop it. You don’t want to have a bad night. You want this to be a fun movie night. You deserve some fun, don’t you?

You don’t hear him return but when he does, Steve hands you a blanket and hands Wanda a small blue bowl. She sits up effectively freeing up the end of the sofa which Steve plops himself in.

“Thanks, Steve.” You gush, smiling at him perhaps a little too brightly.

Eagerly you take it and throw it over your legs and then after a moment of hesitation you hold it out to Sergeant Barnes. It's already over his legs but maybe he’s cold and wants to cover his arms?

It's big enough that the two of you can share.

Sergeant Barnes keeps his arms crossed over his chest, his scowl turned to your injured hand, holding the blanket towards him.

“What?” He growls at you, quietly. Wanda, messing with some snacks from the bowl doesn’t hear him but Steve looks up towards the two of you from his seat on the other end of the long couch.

You’re not going to fight with him anymore tonight. You force yourself to be calm and smile, determined to be nice.

“You don’t wanna cover yourself? It's cold in here.” You wiggle the blanket and wait for him to take it. He doesn’t.

“I don’t get cold.” He states simply then turns his gaze on Steve. “Start the movie, Steve.”

You frown at Sergeant Barnes and go ahead and snuggle the blanket up over your arms. Asshole.

“What are we watching?” You wonder aloud.

Wanda smiles at you and hands Steve the remote. “The Princess Bride.”

“Oh! I’ve always wanted to see that!” You gush at the same time that Sergeant Barnes says, “The what?”

You and Wanda both look at him and observe the large panicked frown that’s overcome his stupidly handsome face. Well, it’s handsome when he’s not glaring at you.

Wanda ignores Sergeant Barnes and turns back to you instead. “You’ve never seen it?”

“No. I didn’t have a lot of time for movies growing up, so I really only ever saw the ones they showed us in school. My parents had to scrape up every penny they had to pay the bills, so movies were kind of a luxury. I did get to see It’s a Wonderful Life every Christmas on TV. It’s one of my favorites.” You smile, losing all the tension that you’ve held onto since your arrival here in Wakanda. Your body automatically relaxes, and you don’t realize you’ve teetered into Sergeant Barnes’s side of the couch as you lean back to look at Wanda a bit better.

As the TV comes to life and Steve navigates the menu, he smiles wide. “Hey, Jimmy Stewart. I met him once at an audition during my acting days.”

“You were an actor?!” You ask excitedly, your voice going up an octave. “We have to watch you in something.”

“Er…” Steve stutters, he looks nervous. Uncomfortable. “I don’t know if we’d even be able to find the films to be honest.”

“Are you kidding? With the internet you can find anything.” You giggle stupidly. “Come on, Steve, I wanna see you act.”

Are you flirting? It kinda sounds like you’re flirting. But if you are you don’t mean to. You’re just feeling so light after all the working out and the stress of losing your parents.

“Damn it, Steve, would you start the damn movie?” Sergeant Barnes suddenly snaps.

You don’t see how Steve reacts because you turn to look at Sergeant Barnes with a frown, Wanda freezes beside you.

“What?” Sergeant Barnes demands, taking in your annoyed expression.

But you don’t get to tell him off because the movie starts. The large blue font comes on the screen announcing the title of the film and through the silence a young boy coughs. The black screen fades in to an old baseball video game with funny sounds and graphics. There’s a kid on a bed, playing the game, sick obviously. As his mom comes in and checks his forehead you lean over towards Sergeant Barnes and whisper. He tenses for a moment then slowly relaxes.

“Do you know what that is?”

“It’s a video game. I’m not a moron, cadet.” He whispers back, agitated.

“Oh. Okay.” You reply lamely. You lean back into your spot.

You watch as an older man, the boy’s grandfather, comes in and tries to convince the kid that a book he wants to read to him is exciting and just as interesting as the video game he’s playing. The kid is doubtful. Skeptical but he eventually gives in.

“That sounds like you.” You nudge Sergeant Barnes with your shoulder and he gives you a glare in response. “Have you seen this before?”

“I’ve been a little busy to watch movies.” Sergeant Barnes gripes.

You stop talking as the true story begins with the girl and the farm boy. And the way he says I love you by saying something else. Then the girl seems to realize that the farm boy is confessing every time he tells her the words, ‘As you wish’. And then she finally realizes that she loves him too. The movie cuts to a romantic silhouette of the girl and the farm boy kissing when suddenly the kid interrupts, denouncing the fact that his grandfather is reading him what he refers to as a kissing book. Then he demands to know when it gets good.

“I’m with the kid.” Sergeant Barnes says, turning a disappointed gaze on Steve.

“As I recall, you used to be a fan of the romance.” Steve looks at his friend with raised eyebrows and a small smirk.

You look at Sergeant Barnes whose face is nothing but serious. Pained even. “Things change.”

As the lovers are telling each other goodbye you become so invested in the movie that when a purple man wearing a skin-tight grey body suit with a golden yellow cape walks through the wall and TV as if they were made of mist, you jump clenching your fists so tight you scream both in surprise and pain.

Sergeant Barnes turns to you, annoyance etched across his face because of your scream. The purple man looks to you and then looks at everyone else in turn before looking back at you.

“Please, forgive me. I did not mean to startle you.” The man speaks with an English accent and a strange proper cadence.

You drop the blanket and look down at your hands as they shake. You’d clenched them so tightly that you’re sure if any of your cuts had sealed, they were open again now. Sergeant Barnes adjusts slightly in his seat to look down at your hands, but he doesn’t do anything other than watch you fight through the pain.

“Vis,” Wanda says, chastising the purple man. “Seriously?”

“I’m sorry, I did not realize that you had guests. Forgive me, Captain.”

Steve sighs and nods. “Door next time, okay?”

“Right.” The purple man called Vis says.

“Y/N, this is Vision. He’s an Avenger and not on the run. Vision what are you doing here?” Steve probes, concerned suddenly. You could hear it in his voice. Was there trouble afoot?

You grimace up at Vision as he too greets you without words.

“I…came to see Wanda.” He admits a bit shyly.

Wanda gets to her feet and without further ado, motions towards the hallway. “We can go to my room.”

The man named Vision follows Wanda out of the living room and down the hallway out of sight. Your heart is still pounding as you turn your gaze back on the movie. The girl is grieving. Apparently, her farm boy is dead. How depressing.

“Y/N? You okay?” Steve asks, watching your shaking hands.

You look down at them and shove them underneath the blanket, pulling it up around your arms again, lifting your legs up as well. You cross them. Being compact keeps you warm.

“I’m fine.” You assure him with a forced smile. You lay your hands on your lap, resting them with your palms up.

As the three of you continue to watch the movie—Sergeant Barnes stealing glances at you every few minutes—your breathing evens out as the pain in your hands becomes more subdued.

The girl becomes a princess in order to marry a prince. Suddenly, Steve’s phone rings. He leans back and reaches into his jeans, pulling from a pocket the same flip phone he’d had during your simulation training.

“Excuse me.” Steve says. He flips the phone open and disappears down the hall, probably towards his bedroom. If it’s Sharon, he probably won’t be coming out anytime soon.

You’re left alone with Sergeant Barnes, watching a movie about a loveless marriage. Just what the doctor ordered. Your mind is really on your hands though. You don’t realize it when your eyes start closing. Your head lolls to the left, then the right, then forward. You drift into unconsciousness for a bit and suddenly jerk awake as someone on a boat in the movie yells something about shrieking eels.

You sigh heavily, your hands hurting again. You’re so tired and the pain shocked you right out of your happy mood. And now, with your blanket, you’re so warm. The wine at dinner really did help too. You continue to drift in and out until you slowly begin to slide to your left. Your shoulder lands against something warm and shortly after your head follows. For a moment your sleeping body is still and then you breathe in deeply, letting the sleep overcome you, as you settle against the warmth to your left.

You’ve never been much of a dreamer so you’re slightly shocked by how vivid your dream is. You’re still asleep in Steve’s apartment and you can still hear the muffled voices of the movie. And yet, you know that you’re dreaming because this could only happen in a dream.

You know you’re settled against Sergeant Barnes’s right shoulder. Somehow, his right arm is also underneath the blanket where it wasn’t before. You can feel your left knee gently resting atop his right thigh. His right arm very slowly rises so that your left arm falls underneath it. His hand takes hold of your forearm and with gentle fingers, he slides his hand down to your wrist. He reaches out, his index finger gently tracing the edge of the bandage on your palm.

His finger traces up along the inside of your hand up along your pinky and gently he caresses each of your fingers in turn. He does that, over and over again.

The movement is so soft, so intoxicating that you shiver and his hand freezes in place. You sigh deeply, still sleeping. When he’s sure you’re not awake, he keeps going.

The dream is so vivid that you feel his warmth as if you were actually nestled into his side, underneath his arm as he caresses your injured hand. Again, as you move to cuddle closer into his side, looking for more warmth, he freezes.

You can smell his soap and the peaches as you sleepily rub your face against his bicep.

Underneath the blanket, where no one can see, he reaches over to the right and gently caresses your right hand too. He pulls it over so that he can hold it more easily and you feel him breathe a sigh of relief beside you.

The the sound of a door opening and voices approaching interrupt the serenity of your dream.

All of a sudden, you’re falling.

Your face hits the cushion of the sofa and you’re jerked awake by the impact. You blink, trying to process reality.

The vivid dream still on your mind you push yourself up carefully, your hands still hurting, and look around. Sergeant Barnes is sitting on the larger sofa with his metal arm on the sofa’s, his chin in his metal hand.

He must have moved at some point during the movie.

The credits are rolling and his eyes are glued on you, staring in annoyance.

“Do you always snore like that?” He asks as Steve, Wanda, and Vision meander back into the living room.

It had been a dream. A very vivid and very…very confusing dream. You feel sad suddenly that it wasn’t real. You look at your right hand, your heart aching as you wish that it had been real. You carefully move to push yourself up with your left hand but freeze because the cushion you just fell on, the cushion that Sergeant Barnes had abandoned to get away from your snoring, is still warm.

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Angel baby~Part 2

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HI I AM BACK!!!! FINALLY!!! I am sorry I took so long honestly school this year is exhausting but I managed to get this done and not to boast or anything but I am loving this series so far!! I hope you guys like it too!!

special thanks to @a-theory-of-infinite-energy  for sharing ballet knowledge with me I will put it to good use in future chapters sorry I forgot to do this when I posted 

Enjoy your reading :3

- 5,198 words

smut

Pairing: Female Reader x Park Jimin

Genre: Sugar baby/sugar daddy AU; multimillionaire!jimin

~Your sugar daddy is distant, maybe you will finally get the touch you crave tonight.~

preview, part 1, part 2,part 3

“I don’t know if this was a good idea.” Jimin muttered down the phone as his nails dug into the leather of his chair.

“Oh come on!” his friend insisted “You need to stop this bullshit.”

“Tae..” Jimin sighed as his eyes drifted to the white ceiling. He knew very well all this wasn’t bullshit it was serious, him out of all people should’ve known. Hiring you as a sugar baby, it just had to be a mistake. He couldn’t do this. “You know it isn’t bullshit, after what happened I just- I- I can’t. Everything- it’s just too much you know I am not comfortable with all this already.”

“Ugh, I know but just listen to me ok?”

Jimin let out a quite “Ok.” and slumped in his seat. He knew what was coming. Tae was going to tell him to stop thinking about all this, and say that what happened wasn’t his fault as usual. He was right but it was still hard to get her image out of his head whenever he saw you. He didn’t want to be the person to ruin your life.

“You deserve to have some fun Jimin. You spend your days locked up inside, the only people you talk to are people you work with I feel like I am your only connection with the outside world. The real world.” he sighed and Jimin just waited for the rest in silence. He was hurting Tae and his chest clenched, he had to stop being so selfish. He didn’t see the problem with working all day, not until he realised he felt dead inside. He was drowning the bad memories in his work, and it wasn’t until Taehyung pointed it out that he realised. “Listen, I- I need you to try this. She signed up for this, she knows what she is doing, she even asked for it, isn’t that a sign that she wants it? Sex with her can only be positive for you, you need to get laid bro it’s been too long.”

Jimin remembered what you had said about sex, “I take it upon myself to offer it to the men I enjoy.” You enjoyed him, his heart skipped a beat at the memory of the flicker in your eyes and coy smile pressed against the hem of your crystal glass. You were the one who offered it, and he even thought by the look on your face that he had seen lust when he lost his self-control and started unravelling his fantasies before you. He didn’t know how that happened, you just made every word leak from his lips that burnt in need to devour your neck with a beat of your eyelashes. There was just something about you. He had no intention of getting into a contract that involved sex. Not after what had happened. But there you were with your sparkling eyes and adorable laughs. Your neck was fully exposed in the silk dress you had chosen and the only thought that ran wildly in his head was how he wished to tear it off of you. He tried pushing that back until you asked him what he was into and everything broke out of him.

“I guess so..” he muttered.

“Jimin, this is a good thing. You have to move on. What happened was terrible but I think you’ve dwelled upon it for long enough. You need to let yourself enjoy life too. Fuck I don’t even remember the last time I saw you genuinely have fun..”

It was true. He had fun, sometimes, but it never matched the intense laughs he used to have with Tae when they were younger. It never matched the thrill he had after a performance. It was never as good as it was before, there was always something haunting him at the back of his head. A darkness that dulled every instance of his life.

“You deserve happiness Jiminie. You can do this, it will take time but you’ve waited long enough… I just want you to live your life at its fullest.”

“I know Tae. I’ll try with Y/N..” he said softly. As his grip on the chair loosened he hated making Taehyung this concerned. He would try, just for him. If you could help him then it was worth the shot.

Little did he know that you were looking through the crack of the door and noticed Jimin's feet on his desk. You had eavesdropped and at the mention of your name you decided that it was time for you to leave. You shouldn’t have stayed there so long. It was a private conversation. He had told you that his office was the only place you couldn’t go into, so you were curious to see what he hid in there. You weren't expecting to hear anything of the sort but you hadn’t managed to fight off your curiosity. You quickly ran out of the house you were supposed to be gone already. As the taxi drove you back home all you could wonder about was what he meant when he had said “I’ll try with Y/N…”  why were you mentioned in what seemed to be a quite private and serious conversation?

“So have you done it yet?” Jade exclaimed.

You chuckled, “Done what Jade?”

You heard her sigh from the bathroom as if what she was asking was obvious, “Have you got anywhere close to his dick? Is what I mean Y/N!”

You almost choked and sat back upright in your bed as she looked out of the door with a smile on her face and her makeup half done “What?! Oh my god Jade no. Jimin is not that type of guy.”

“Really? Because from what you told me of the first evening you spent together things were pretty heated.”

She was right things were heated that first night, you remembered the way he undressed you with his eyes and bit down on his plump lip. The things he had told you still ran wild in your mind and came haunting you at night when you were alone on your soft bed. “I like it rough, and tender. I am the type to slap you on the ass and then soothe the soreness with my lips.” You couldn’t even count the number of times you had gotten yourself off to that. You wished he would let you touch him like you had imagined in a few of your wet dreams. Your hand on his thick thigh slowly creeping towards his bulge just that would suffice for you, but sadly there hadn't even been the slight allusion to sex yet. Of course, you respected that but there was a part of you craving his touch.

“That’s true but ever since that night, nothing has happened. The only things we’ve been doing is going out to the mall to shop and eat food. I have to say he has really good taste when it comes to clothing though.”

It wasn’t very surprising considering how he was dressed on the first night, he always wore nice clothes and paid attention to his appearance. When you had gone out shopping he picked out this gorgeous dress for you. It was a gold shimmery dress that hugged every single one of your curves just right and it sparkled even in the dimmest of lights. You had no idea when you would wear such a beautiful piece of clothing but he had insisted on buying it for you.  

Although he was always nicely dressed and well-groomed you once caught him just getting out of bed looking all soft and scruffy, his stubble showing and his usually combed hair all over the place. He was wearing sweatpants and a large t-shirt that showed the top of his chest and you could just imagine what it would be like for anyone who got the chance to wake up by his side. You had no idea why he woke up so late though it was 3 pm but you were not complaining, soft scruffy Jimin was a sight you were willing to see more often.

“Ugh I was really excited for you on that one, he is so hot Y/N!!”

“You think I don’t know that already?” you laughed. 

“Do you ever think it will happen then?”  you watched as she leaned over the sink and dropped her mouth open as she applied a coat of mascara.

“I have no idea Jade, it doesn’t seem like he wants anything like that.”

She huffed, you could tell how she frustrated about it she was. She was the type of sugar baby to offer sex to all of her sugar daddies, she loved the thrill of it all and now that you had found a sugar daddy you actually liked she was getting more excited than you about it. She had a thing for older men as well which made things easier especially considering she was only 19 years old. You often worried about her but she had a strong personality and didn’t like other people meddling with her stuff so you respected that. It didn’t stop you from worrying though.

After a short silence, you added, “You know I overheard one of his phone calls yesterday.”

“Don’t tell me you were eavesdropping Y/N?” she laughed as she came into the bedroom and dropped herself on the bed beside you. She looked at you eager for you to tell her what you heard.

“I was,” you admitted, “he was talking to someone he called Tae? I don’t know who that is but I am pretty sure they were talking about me.”

“Really?! Oh my god that’s exciting! What were they saying?”

“Well I heard say something like “Tae you know I am not comfortable with all this already!” and he mentioned my name at the end so I left.He said “I’ll try with Y/N”

“Oh! Try what?”

“I don’t know..I think something may have happened to him.”

“Do you have any idea what?” she asked curiously and much more excited about all of it than she should be.  

“I don’t know I didn’t listen long enough to know.”

“Oh Y/N I really need to teach you how to spy on people properly.”

“I wasn’t trying to!” you protested. You had just happened to walk by his office as you were leaving, and his hushed voice caught your attention. You didn’t think he would be trying to hide any secrets.

“Maybe he was talking about another sugar baby he used to have which is why he isn’t comfortable about all this? ”

“I think you’re pulling it a bit far there.” you weren’t sure if you could picture Jimin with another sugar baby, but after all, it wasn’t as if you knew a lot about him in the first place. He kept his life quite private and mostly took interest in you, so you were the centre of attention most of the time. It wasn’t that you disliked it but the further it went the more interested you were in Jimin. The few times he let you into his life were only when he briefly mentioned his days as a ballet dancer, his eyes always sparkled at the mention of dancing and you were curious to know what about it made him so obviously happy.

“Do you think it’s like one of those forbidden love stories? Maybe he fell in love with a sugar baby? But they couldn’t be together for some dramatic reason, now that would be so romantic.” she sighed.

“Yeah you’re definitely letting your imagination drag you right now.” you chuckled. “Shouldn’t you be heading out to see your sugar daddy right now?”

“Fuck!” she gasped and jumped from the bed before grabbing her bag and running to the door, “See ya Y/N!” you heard her yell from the front door and you were left alone in your room.  

Just as she left you received a text,

I got tickets for us. We’re going to see swan lake. [19:00]

Tonight. I’ll pick you up at 9. [19:01]

Wear something nice angel. [19:01]

You gawked at your screen. Angel, you always melted when he called you that. It was rare, but each time it left his lips as a soft tune accompanied by a small smile on his face and an adorable eye smile. You wished you could see it more often, each time it happened your heart skipped a beat. You sighed it was such short notice if he had said so a few days beforehand and you would’ve come up with a killer outfit. One that would make him have difficulties taking his eyes off of you. You only had 2 hours to work with, fuck. You decided to take a shower and think about what you would wear then.

The doorbell rang and you rushed to the door after hurriedly slipping your heel on. Before opening, you stopped in front of the mirror and checked yourself out. You chose to put the dress he bought you on, it looked fabulous you were happy you finally found an appropriate occasion to put it on. You checked your teeth and makeup, you were happy to say that you were flawless. When you opened the door the look on Jimin’s face only made it clearer. His eyes widened and lips parted a little bit as he took in your figure before him. He quickly regained his composure and snapped back to his normal self.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Of course Jimin.” you chirped before stepping out and locking your door, “Shall we go now?” you asked holding your arm up for him to take. He said he didn’t want any pda but this was just gallantry and an excuse for you to get closer to him. You walked out of the apartment block arms intertwined and you felt your heart racing in your chest. You were finally going out with Jimin on something else than a trip to the mall.

The car parked in front of a big lit up building. People were flowing inside and a thread of fur, glitter, rosy cheeks, and silk made its way through the large marble columns. The crowd bubbled with excitement and as the door opened you heard the laughter and loud sound of talking reach your ears. The building towered over the sea of lush bodies and a sudden knot of excitement appeared in your stomach. Jimin who had opened you the door offered his hand with a sparkle in his eyes, he smiled “Are you coming angel?” he cocked his head to the side and a strand of hair fell before his eyes.

You took his warm hand and let it gently pull you to your feet. All you could focus on in that moment was his smile no matter how impressive the building and scene laid before you was Jimin’s smile over-shined all of that. His head tilted slightly backwards as he too looked at the building and marble columns before settling back onto the crowd. His posture straight and elegant. He looked absolutely gorgeous, his tuxedo much like the first night you met him met any expectations of what would be worn by such a wealthy sugar daddy. Everything was luxurious and reflected his riches but as some may not expect all of it was tasteful. He shined slightly as the bright light coming from the building hit your faces, and his expression softened and beamed in happiness through the gentle stretch of his lips. You walked up many stairs and all the staff nodded respectfully at Jimin who smiled back.

“Do people know you here?” you wondered.

“I work with them occasionally.”

“Oh.” was all you managed to answer, the answer was clear but still vague. You had no idea what his job was, and suddenly learning he worked with people in the dance industry made you curious about what it was exactly he did. He lead you up the stairs and through less crowded corridors. The walls were adorned with gold and paintings of dancers adding a vague dash of pink to the picture. Your heels clicked on the marble floor and the noise echoed between the walls as less people were around you. Soon enough he pushed a small door and before you was a giant room full of crimson chairs and long velvet curtains before the stage. A soft tune of piano accompanied the excited muttering of people. You both sat down on the soft sofa and you turned your head his way biting your lip as your eyes met his. You could’ve sworn his pupils dilated slightly.

“So Jimin,” you inquired “why swan lake?”

“It’s my favourite.” he grinned and your heart melted. His warm smile reached your skin and made your hairs stand up on the back of your neck as a soft smile traced on your face. “It’s a classic for a reason.” he added.

“Have you ever danced to it?” you asked as you took in his excitement.

He sighed and his smile disappeared for a split second to be replaced by a melancholic one, and his smooth voice was suddenly weaker “I did..”

A small silence took place and he turned his face away from yours and let his eyes drift on the room slowly filling itself up. You felt the urge to reach for him, to place your hand on his cheek, and ask him what he was hiding but you had no right to do that so you just looked at him and waited for the silence to be broken. After a moment his voice reappeared above the tune of the piano “I was the swan.” he smiled weakly.

“The swan?”

“Yes. It was my best role.”

He still didn’t look at you and he seemed to drift somewhere else. Possibly back to the days he used to dance. You tried picturing Jimin as the swan. Chest bare, feathers flying from his costume and graceful movements perfectly accompanying the music. The crowd must have loved him, you wished you could see it. Sadly you had the feeling it wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

He soon snapped out of his daze and finally faced you once more with a faint smile.

“I have the feeling you’ll enjoy it.”

“I hope so.” You teased and cocked your eyebrow.

Suddenly the lights dimmed and the crowds chatting stopped as the music began. Soon enough the scene was animated by dancers, the music was loud and clear as it drummed through your ears.

“It’s the prince’s birthday.” Jimin muttered close to your ear explaining what was going on.

You turned your face towards him and found yourself only inches away from his own. Your eyes met his, he didn’t budge like you expected him to. His eyes lingered down to your lips and the tip of his tongue peeked in between his own. You smirked as you realised just what he was thinking about. You let your fingertips graze his warm hand as you pulled away and settled in the back of your seat pretending to focus back on the stage. Daringly he set his hand on your thigh as if nothing was happening. You didn’t move and took in the warm touch you had only dreamt about. 

The ballet went by and as the dancers swirled around on stage, people all seemed captivated by their elegant movements, the waves of their members the grace in their jumps, the music plunging each and every one of the people in the audience into the story. Everyone somehow found themselves by the lake of tears watching the swans, everyone except you. Jimin’s hand was on your thigh and that was all you could focus on. Although you tried to relax you felt your stomach clench as the warmth of his palm spread on your bare skin. Your eyes focused on the stage but your mind went wild with thoughts you knew you should avoid having. Your imagination took you to a place where Jimin’s lips sucked on your thighs, where his fingers went elsewhere than on your thighs. You wished you could taste him. A glance his way and you caught his tongue wet his lips making them glisten in the warm lighting. You could discern his eyes in the dark, you even thought his pupils were dilated and cheeks slightly pink. 

Your eyes lingered too long and he turned his head towards you questioningly, you took this occasion to smirk slightly and open your legs as your gaze plunged into his. He looked at you and not a sign of his thoughts could be seen on his face, except what looked like a sparkle in his eye. He turned his head away from you. You took that as a sign that your advance had been denied and tried turning your attention back to the ballet. You sighed slightly disappointed that it hadn’t worked. Without warning a warmth crept in between your still open legs. You snapped your head towards Jimin who looked completely unaware of what was happening. You didn’t move being unsure of what was going on. It looked like he had no idea that his hand was currently running up and down your thigh slowly setting fire to your core. You only straightened yourself back in your seat, and pretended that you hadn’t noticed anything, two could play this game. You tried containing your smirk as his fingers met the lace covering your damp underwear. A small smile seemed to appear on his face when he realised you were already wet with his simple touch. He rubbed your clothed folds making more fluids leak out in between your legs. You still pushed back any signs of enjoyment from your part although the wetness between your legs was a sign of the contrary. He leaned closer to you and the lips you had been desiring since the first night you met him brushed against your ear as he whispered in a hoarse voice,

“Stop resisting angel.”

You ignored his comment although a tight knot formed in the pit of your stomach at his words. His mouth met your neck as he placed a soft kiss on you leaving a wet trace on your burning flesh.

“I know you want it.” he added before leading his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean before your eyes. His tongue swiped and sucked quickly on your juices. You bit your lip to stop your jaw from dropping, you didn’t want him to know just how intense of an effect he had on you. His eyes then pierced through yours and as he cocked his head to the side a teasing smile appeared on his face and you felt each of your muscles tense. You found yourself having difficulties stopping yourself from rubbing your thighs together to get some relief.

You tried regaining your composure and said as clearly as you could with a coy smile, “I don’t know what you are talking about Jimin.”

He chuckled, “I think we both know angel..” and with that, his fingers made their way back in between your thighs, and his lips graze your neck. You felt warmth pool in your pit and the spark that had slowly been igniting was now becoming a blazing flame. All he had to do was to say those words in his hoarse voice and you were already intoxicated by him. You tightened your grip on the armrest and your nails dug into the leather. His touch reached your core once more and this time he rubbed harshly without warning. At the sudden feeling you could not contain the gasp that fell from your lips.

“See I knew you wanted it babygirl.” he hummed against your skin and you could’ve sworn your nails were starting to make holes in the sofa. You wouldn’t let yourself beat so easily so you let your hand creep onto his thigh. As your hand roamed up his leg you could feel just how well built he was and you could already imagine what it would be like to have one in between your legs. He said nothing but you felt him tense as your fingers slowly approached his clothed length. Just as you were about to touch it, his hand took a firm grip of your wrist and with a stern look he muttered “Not yet.” He let your hand go and you placed it back on your leg. You sighed slightly disappointed, your hand could still feel his muscles tense under your touch and you wondered when exactly he would let you touch him. “Not yet” means soon right? Your thoughts were soon cut off when you realised that Jimin’s hand still in between your legs had pushed your underwear aside. You let out a gasp and unwillingly arched your back in your seat when his skin met yours. His fingers swirled at your entrance and applied a gentle pressure, each rub made a shiver run down your spine. You looked over at him and his eyes were focused on the dancers as if nothing was happening. A small but noticeable smirk gave away the fun he was having making you squirm in your seat. You wished you could take that smile off of him, but he was your sugar daddy and you were paid to give him what he wanted. He told you not to touch him yet, and that what you had to do now. All you could do was take it and wait for the time you would be able to make Jimin moan your name softly as he slammed into you, just the thought of it made your mind go wild. His thumb found your clit and started to circle upon it making a sudden rush of pleasure leak out in between your legs.

“Fuck, you're so wet for me.” he groaned quietly, and you wriggled again. You couldn’t believe the effect he had on you even with simple words. He was the first sugar daddy you had that managed to do this to you. A few words and a simple graze of his skin were enough to make lust appear within you. Now that he was groaning dirty things to you with his hand on your sex you could feel yourself fall into a frenzy. Your hand instinctively rushed onto his own out of eagerness and you pushed the two fingers slightly signalling you wanted more. His eyes still followed each of the swans' gracious movements as his fingers gently pushed inside of you. A small strangled moan escaped your mouth, you hoped no one was in the booths beside you but you highly doubted it. His thumb still made small regular circles on your clit creating the right amount of friction you needed. 

“You’re missing an important part of the ballet angel.” he hummed and you whined with his fingers curling inside of you. He slowly thrusted his digits inside of you and your breathing was becoming heavier by the second.

“Jimin..ah..fuck” was all you managed to whimper back when he hit your g spot. Realising he had found your sweet spot he intensified the pace. Each thrust of his digits between your walls was becoming harder to do for him as you clenched around him. Your high was already approaching, the buildup of pleasure in your pit was on the verge of exploding.

“Faster.” you pleaded, but he wanted more than that.

“I am sorry baby I didn’t hear that.”

“Faster,.. pl- please Jimin..” you managed to release between heavy breaths as your hand settled on his leg searching for something to clutch on. The digging of your nails into his trousers made him hiss but he didn’t move nonetheless. Satisfied to hear you beg he obliged to your request and started going faster, the harshness of his movements hurt but the pain only rushed through your body as bliss.

“Come for me Y/N.” he muttered and you finally came undone around his fingers. Your moans increased and mostly came out in the form of Jimin’s name. Your back arched and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were completely high on his touch and as your orgasm spread fire within your veins all your mind could focus on was him. Your whines slowly died down and Jimin pulled his fingers out gently. You were left a panting sweaty mess on the opulent sofa, with a pair of gorgeous eyes taking in the sight of you. You brushed the few hairs out of your face and hoped your face wasn’t too flushed. Jimin’s stare made you uneasy, do I have something on my face?  

“Fuck, that was beautiful.” he finally said and your heart fluttered.

The ballet then continued and ended without a word exchanged between the two of you. You could see the bulge in his trousers, and you wished you could help him out. After all, you felt bad that you got to come and not him, you didn’t understand the point. Most sugar daddies would want it the other way around. It wasn’t rare for one of them to ask a sexual favour of you and never take the time to make you come. You were paid for their enjoyment so even though it was frustrating for you it was still understandable. You couldn’t fathom why he would want to pleasure you without anything in return. He said “Not yet” so you assumed he would let you touch him later but he wasn’t showing any sign that he wanted that to happen. His focus had returned to the dancing swans. You decided to not risk it and kept your hands to yourself. If he wanted anything out of you he would just ask.

He never did. The only words he spoke were at the end of the ballet, “My driver will take you home, I have some business I need to attend to.” his eyes looked at your face but they darted away from your gaze. 

“Oh...” before you could continue he added,

“I will see you tomorrow.” and he stood up and left you by yourself in the booth.

You found his sudden attitude strange. You had been working for Jimin for a couple months now, and he had always acted gentlemanly. Even if he didn’t accompany you home himself he would at least escort you to the car and bid you farewell. You walked out of the building by yourself amongst the crowd wondering if you had done something wrong to get such a reaction. Maybe he wanted you to touch him and was displeased, but if he had wanted anything he should’ve signalled it one way or another. You sighed as you stepped foot into the car, you would see how it went tomorrow and maybe ask him if he wanted you to jerk him off like you intended to in the beginning.

That night your dreams were once more tainted with the thought of him. How you craved to taste his tender lips.  

Black velvet

When Harry and Draco ever have intercourse, Draco always gets a bit Kinky. He has a secret cupboard that almost looks like the vanishing cabinet but instead of being able to escape danger through it, it contains his extensive collection of whips and other sex toys (almost like Christian Grey but not quite). I can imagine the first few times the boys had hooked up the blonde would have been too scared to show his kinky side as it was quite aggressive and overpowering. However, after a couple of months of living together Harry began to wonder what was in the cabinet that was always locked, but whenever he asked Draco had always changed the subject or said it was a sort of vanishing cabinet. But Harry knew it wouldn’t have been a vanishing cabinet as it would bring back too many painful memories from the 6th year. Why wouldn’t his boyfriend tell him? ———————————————— A couple of months had past and the blonde had been turning the idea of telling Harry about his fantasies in his head and came to the conclusion that he must as if was killing him as he was unable to climax as strongly as he used to. He decided to tell the brunette a week before his birthday so that if Harry was into it he was able to prepare a routine. The 24th of July soon rolled around and Draco had prepared a way that he could subtly get into the subject of their sex fantasies, a good old game of truth or dare along with a couple of bottles of fire whisky. The night came too quickly and when he had suggested the game, and Harry was slightly pissed, he agreed to play. It started off slow as they already knew most of the dirt on each other like who each others first blow job was and who they lost their virginity to, but after a few it was Potter who had brought up the subject of the cabinet. He had been pestering on about the bloody cabinet and its contents for months and there’s only a certain amount of times you can lie to your long term partner.

Anyway, Draco continued and said ‘Ahhh I’m glad you brought that up, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about its contents’.

This statement had caused the brown haired boy to blush quite badly, did he already know what was in there, Draco thought, there’s no way the key has always been around my neck or in my pocket, he can’t have got in. He decided to suppress the panicky feeling that was rising inside of him and continue trying to tell Potter about it. ———————————————— Harry sat there gawping at Draco, he couldn’t get his head around what he had just heard. He didn’t realise that Draco was kinky and enjoyed having rough sex, he thought that where he was from such a high class, classy family there would have been some sort of kink but nothing like this. The next thing he knew he was being dragged to where the cabinet was placed and the blonde was opening the door which revealed the many whips, blindfolds, toys and pairs of handcuffs that were inside. At first he thought he was dreaming but then he snapped back to reality, how did Draco know he had fantasies like this and only longed for a partner who was into the same thing. He, however, didn’t let on that he was excited for this but continued to tell his partner that he was up for a little taster next week. He was excited but nervous as he didn’t know what to expect. ———————————————– The week rolled by slowly but eventually Harry’s birthday was there and Draco had been working on his routine every evening for the past week, he really wanted the green eyed boy to have the time of his life. The evening of his birthday couldn’t come soon enough, he was so excited for the 'performance’ as some would call it, all day he had been thinking about it half erect just thinking about his gorgeous partner using the multiple different whips on him.  It was time, both boys decided it was best to have a small drink before they begun as both were clearly very nervous, but for very different reason. The blonde downed his drink so fast that Harry could have sworn he didn’t even have to swallow, not that he didn’t swallow a lot, (if you get my gist). While Harry was still slowly sipping his glass of fire whisky, Draco had scurried into their bedroom to get ready and set something up, which made Harry even more excited.  An hour had past and there wasn’t any indication that Draco was any where near to finishing setting up or that it was going to happen anytime soon, Harry was getting quite irritable as he had, had an erection since Draco had swiftly swallowed his drink wondering whether he was going to get some action like that tonight. He was just about to refill his glass for the third time when he heard his partner say that he was ready, boy was he excited at this point, he didn’t know what to expect so he filled two glasses with so more drink and proceeded to enter the bedroom.  What he saw on the other side of the door nearly made him drop the glasses, god why did he have to have such a gorgeous boyfriend, the outfit he was wearing made him look a thousand times better, fuck he was harder than a rock.  Draco was laid on their bed wearing a black silk robe that was cut off just above the knee and a black lacy mask, what made it worse is that he had his hair gelled back like he did back when they went to hog warts which was a massive turn on for Harry. After he had taken in the image of the blonde he proceeded to look around the room as he had noticed a few changes to the layout, there was a slick, shiny metal pole that went from floor to ceiling which made Harry hope that it was going to be used well, there was also a selection of bondage tapes, whips, hand cuffs and multiple bottles of lube spread across the back of the rustic crimson sofa they had always snuggled on in the winter months, removing the warm cosy feeling Harry always got when paying attention it. There was also music playing the background, but very quietly so that you could only hear the bass while you were stood still and not moving. What had Harry done the deserve someone like this.  Draco slowly got up from the bed making sure that he flashed a little bit of skin to lure Harry into the room and away from the door, he made his way over to him and reached out to take the glasses from his muscular hands and set them down on the side, yet again flashing another but of skin just so the green eyed boy got a hint of what was going to be happening in a couple of minutes, maybe even seconds, he could already see the bulge in the other boys trousers. He strolled back past Harry and made sure to brush his hand against the prominent feature which made the boy moan with pleasure and even more eager to get started.  The blonde took the boys tie on his hand and lead him over the small arm chair that was placed opposite the pole that Harry had noticed as he had entered the newly decorated sex cave. As he looked up his eyes couldn’t believe what he was seeing the blonde had removed his robe revealing exactly what he was wearing underneath, a black velvet thong. Harry’s number seemed to be getting harder, if that was even possible, if something didn’t happen soon he would have to sort it out himself as it was becoming slightly painful. Draco proceeded to walk seductively around the pole make sure to hold eye contact with his partner. He reached his hands out to grab the pole and swing himself up on it to one of the more simpler, but still very alluring poses, he then proceeded to change the music that was playing to a more up beat, sexual song that should make it easier to seduce the innocent victim who had no idea what was coming (pun intended). The blonde quickly got back to the pole and started teasing Harry by ever so slightly pulling the already revealing piece of clothing even lower on his hips which meant his slender cock was even more closer to becoming exposed. Harry’s eyes were transfixed, he couldn’t take his mind of how amazing Draco looked wearing just a thong and a mask, God what did he do to deserve someone like this. Draco was soon dangling upside down from the pole with his full ass on show spreading himself so that Harry could see what he would soon be enjoying at his own pleasure, roughly or not he just needed to be in that ass already otherwise he would come in his pants, which would incredible embarrassing considering the circumstances. He reached out and grabbed Draco’s ass, he couldn’t resist something that beautiful.  After Draco had finished his little dance routine Harry was so close he was sure he would finish within seconds of inserting himself into Draco. The blonde lead the brunette yet again by his tie to the bed where he urged him round and pushed him against the end of the bad causing Harry to fall backwards and Draco to be on top of him, there lips finally met although not for long as the blonde stood up and walked over the the sofa where the toys were laid out and took his time, which seemed like forever, to pick up a pair of white fluffy handcuffs, God Harry was in for a treat. Malfoy laid back on top of potter straddling his lap meaning he felt the prominent erection against his own and reached up clasping his hand around the other boys wrists and joining them together with the restraints and immobilising him by joining them to the nearest bed post. He then removed himself from potters lap and proceeded to unbuckle his black leather belt, which he placed just to the left of the brunette so that he could use it later on. Continuing but undoing his lovers skinny suit trousers he would son be exposed to the length that was hidden beneath them, when he removed the patterned boxers from the innocent man under him the length grew even harder as he was now gently stroking the shaft of this great length making Harry’s hips rut forward and him to release a deep moan of pleasure. Harry was now fully naked from the waist down and all the was left was his crisp white shirt and the gryfinndor coloured tie which was oftenly used as a lead. Draco was still wearing his low riding thong and the song that was used for the pole dancing was playing yet again but it was louder and sounded more sexual than before.  The blonde came back over after going back to the chair where he had picked the handcuffs from and now had a bottle of lube in his hand, looking as though he was ready to get down to business. It was clear that today, at least, that Harry would be the bottom which is a very rare occasion indeed.  The grey eyed boy squirted a far amount of lube on his fingers and proceeded to position Harry so that his entrance was easy access and inserted his fore finger. Moving it in and out, he quickly inserted a further two fingers making Harry thrust his hips forwards, moan and beg for Draco to get inside him. He was so close and Draco knew how to tease Harry and this was one of those times. He removed his fingers from Harry’s ass just as quickly as he had put them in there, making Harry moan for more. He then pulled out a whip, that looked like one of the tassels Hermione has on her handbags, and proceeded to flip potter over and began spamming him with it, at first Harry didn’t understand how that was meant to pleasure him as it hurt like hell but then he felt Draco’s hips grinding against his ass and his partners slender cock hardening as he did so. The whipping soon stopped and that’s where the fun really began. An icy cold hand, obviously Draco’s, covered Harry’s eyes, he was still laying on his front with his rear end exposed, he could feel the other boys cock pressing into his back as he straddled him, a black piece of cloth was then wrapped around Harry’s head covering his eyes, not that he needed anything over his eyes when he didn’t have his glasses on he was basically blind without them. The brunette was then roughly flipped back onto his back and his legs spread wide and his entrance eager for his partners length to be inside him. Draco slowly but seductively strutted up to Harry with his pink, slender cock on full show, he was now only wearing the mask. He worked Harry’s hole again just to make it even more painful for Potter before inserting his already dripping cock inside of the not so tight hole. Harry was moaning more than he would have liked but it was all he could do to shown his pleasure as he was unable to touch or kiss Draco because of the restraints. God he did enjoy this. Draco was now in the position to start making love to Potter but he didn’t, at least not straight away. He teased the boy by grinding his hips against the other boys and kissing his way up to his lovers neck where he stopped and sucked on the mole Harry had there, he then moved back down where he sucked on his partners now erect nipple which he got the reaction he was hoping for from. It was time to fuck Potter senseless. He inserted his length into Potter’s now dripping hole, where he roughly pushed right in straight away causing the other boy to scream out, maybe from pleasure or from pain, he didn’t know but that was the point of this. He was now moving in and out of the boy who was arching his back so much both of them thought he was going to break it, the blonde kept pulling right out and then thrusting right back in and always hit the spot which made his hips rut up into Draco making it harder for him to keep going. This went on for what felt like forever to both boys but in reality it only last 5 minutes if that because both of them were so ready to begin with. Harry was the first to climax, mainly because all of the teasing before, when he did he felt like he was going to pass out from the amount of pleasure and he could have sworn that he did because everything went black for a couple of seconds. Not thirty seconds after Harry had come all over himself and Draco, did Draco come, the warm liquid quickly filled Harry up and the moan of his name made his cock twitch again, he was not yet ready for a round two, my god why was Malfoy so hot when he climaxed? The blonde swiftly pulled out and rolled off of the brunette and proceeded to snuggle right up to him even though it was rather sticky and unpleasant, he reached over to the bedside table for his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell so that it would be more comfortable. Harry still hadn’t said anything after what had just happened, he had just laid there staring at the ceiling in shock. He had never, in his whole life experienced an orgasm like that, it was truly amazing, why hadn’t Draco done this before? He felt Draco wrap his arms around his torso and he tried to cuddle him too but then remembered he was still handcuffed to the bed. He asked his boyfriend to uncuff him so that he could 'return the favour’ but he just wanted to hug Draco until he died, he never thought that someone from such a classy background could be so naughty. This was it he was thinking, he has to marry this man, nobody else understands him like Draco does, nobody gets what he’s been through, nobody has been through similar stuff when they were so young. Harry had to propose. He was going to do it now, this is the best time of his life he thought. He looked down at Draco, who was now softly snoring clearly worn out from the performance he had put on, and felt that feeling you feel at the bottom of your stomach when you really, truly, love someone with all of your heart, he had made his mind up but it had to wait till morning as both boys were now soundly asleep, dreaming about there wonderful evening they had just had together.

-------------------------------------------- This was my first fic that I have written and published and it would be really helpful if you could give me some feedback on how to improve. Also this was meant to only be a small Drabble but it kind of turned into a full fic but oh well. I hope you can enjoy this, it was inspired by a song called black velvet by Alannah Myles which I absolutely L O V E, enjoyyyyy ❤️❤️

Heaven Scent Chapter Eight

Heaven Scent | Dan Howell rarely leaves the house unless he has too, too socially awkward to function normally around other people, and generally making his only friends through Louise, a sweet beta who took him under her wing a few years back when they were both still in college. It’s no surprise, then, that the omega has yet to find a mate, despite craving one rather a lot. It’s not until he attends Louise’s birthday party and gets accidentally-on-purpose set up with an attractive alpha named Phil Lester who smells absolutely heavenly that Dan starts to fall into a proper romance, complete with courting and scenting and the like. | Phan | Mature | A/B/O dynamics (Omegaverse fic), Fluff, Getting Together, Eventual Smut, Courting | 7,465 Words this chapter

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

Hello my friends! Ahhh, this is the final chapter of Heaven Scent, and I can’t believe it’s ended up quite as long as it appears to have :O In three weeks, I’ve managed to write 57K words, and to top it all off, this is the first chaptered fic I’ve completed on my own in at least 4 years, if not more, so… to say I’m proud of myself would be a complete and utter understatement.

Thank you to everyone whose supported this story since day one, when I first started writing it, and when I first started posting. It’s meant the world to me to have people so excited to see a story that defies the norm of what this trope usually is. Thank you as well to every person who has left a comment, or messaged me to show me their support and to tell me that this is the first time they’ve enjoyed this trope, as that is all I’ve ever wanted to do with this fic.

I’m so sad to see this ending, but all great things must come to an end, I’m afraid. I hope to eventually do a semi-sequel including some mpreg, for those who are interested, but I do start school again in 3 days, so I can’t promise when or if that sequel will appear <33 Still, maybe look out for it <33

This chapter does contain smut and sexual situations, so please read the second half in particular with caution. I promise you’ll know when it’s coming.

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Chapter Eight

As promised, Phil texted Dan the entire time he was having his heat.

At first, it was silly things like “i forgot to find the rest of my underwear, im gonna have to do laundry every day now”, and “i know you told me not to forget anything but all my most important things are all in your flat :’(,” both of which made Dan laugh and his heart clench up in happiness to know that Phil’s entire life had pretty much already migrated into Dan’s flat.

After the first few hours, though, while Dan was in-between flare up’s and munching on power bars, they become more sentimental and funny, more similar to what Phil used to text Dan back at the very beginning of their relationship mixed with corny love struck texts that reflected their emotions from tonight. They were everything Dan could have ever asked for and more, and they truly made this heat the best that Dan had ever experienced.

From: Phil Lester <3

i miss you already :’( do you miss me?

From: Phil Lester <3

part of me wishes id stayed, but im glad were waiting

From: Phil Lester <3

look at this dog i saw on my facebook feed. when are we gonna adopt? :’D

From: Phil Lester <3

i found this jacket you might like and i might have already bought it, oops

From: Phil Lester <3

the new youtube red short film im editing -- we have to watch it together when its out, okay??? i think youll love it!!

From: Phil Lester <3

thinking of you :’(

The last one came with an attached photo of Phil’s face, smiling delicately at Dan like he was unsure if he should be sending it all, and yet it made Dan feel warm to the core on the second afternoon of his heat. He hadn’t realized just how badly he’d needed the picture until he was staring at it, fingers fisted around his cock while his core fluttered around nothing and slick dripped from between his legs.

Dan could feel his insides aching as he sunk his fingers back into himself and dropped the phone, flinging his head backwards on a ragged moan as he pressed in deep and gave himself everything he wanted. There was an abandoned vibrator at his side that he’d given up on in preference of pretending his own fingers where Phil’s, and he felt so fucking good that he came almost instantly after pressing against his g-spot, collapsing backwards into a pile of pillows that smelled like Phil.

Phil, Phil, Phil, he was all Dan could think about, and he gasped and moaned as he writhed in his nest, soaking in the fact that everything smelt like alpha. Never before had Dan felt so good, and while he was a mix of exhausted and bored when he wasn’t in the midsts of heat waves pressing into his tummy and begging Dan to get pregnant, he was also content, because for the first time in his life, Dan had a partner to think of while he went through this.

Not to mention, when he was finished, he had a standing date with Phil to finally have sex, something he couldn’t stop thinking of.

How many times now had he rutted against Phil’s cock and felt the outline of the alpha, hot and long in his jeans? How many times had he pressed in close and felt that bulge, body reacting in desperate want to have it inside already? Phil’s mouth was pure heaven on Dan’s lips, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how it was going to feel everywhere else, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than he wanted anything in the world, and as the image of Phil biting into his scent gland, bonding him, sunk into Dan’s mind, he came with an explosive call of the alpha’s name, knuckle deep into his core once more, and hand fisted tight around his dick.

Dan didn’t know what was better, the image, or the sensation, and he gasped as he rocked into himself, desperate for Phil, soaked in sweat and slick, wishing the alpha was there to clean him up.

The memory of him would have to be enough for now. Dan just knew he couldn’t wait until he could finally have the love of his life in every way.

 On the fourth morning after Phil had left Dan’s side, Dan woke up exhausted, but okay. The heat cramps had dissipated, and the desperate arousal that had made his skin thrum for the past three days was finally gone. His cock was soft and limp against his thigh, and while his insides throbbed from being used and abused so much, the slick had pretty much stopped, and he wasn’t clenching desperately around nothing anymore.

He was, however, covered in slick, and fully aware that the entire walk-in he’d sequestered himself in smelled like nothing but heat and omega pheromones. Dan was willing to bet his entire flat was tinged with the scent as well, but while Dan knew he was going to have to get up eventually and clean the whole mess up, he was mostly just relieved.

Heat’s were amazing, don’t get Dan wrong. He actually really enjoyed them, and while spending a heat with a partner was always going to be better than spending it alone, Dan had yet to meet an omega who actually complained about their heat when they came less often than seven-ish times a year. Sure, they were long, often boring, and sometimes painful, but the chance to take time off and feel flushed with pleasure for three days wasn’t something to gawk at. Most omega’s enjoyed the time to feel extra pleasured, and when it came time to get pregnant and have babies, most seemed to feel euphoric.

Dan couldn’t wait to one day experience that, but not until he and Phil were ready.

No, Dan was relieved that his heat was over because it meant he’d finally get to have Phil back in his home, and he’d honestly desperately missed the alpha since he’d been gone.

Dan’s body was sore, he was tired of living off of protein bars and water, and he wanted Phil home, but he didn’t so much mind that he’d just spent three days essentially pleasuring himself to the mental image of Phil.

The fact that Phil was going to be the one pleasuring him the next time, though… well, that was enough to get Dan out of his nest and cleaning up.

The nest went first. With his heat over, and his hormones back to normal, Dan didn’t crave the safety of the little den any longer. He pulled it apart, sheets first, to start setting them in the wash with a special, slick dispelling soap. Then, he made two more piles by the washer and dryer; one full of the duvets he’d used up, and another full of the clothing he’d eventually need to return to Phil, as well as his own that he’d need to hang back up.

Once that was mostly taken care of, Dan took the more non-cloth like items such as his teddy bear, and his toys, into the bathroom to manually clean of his scent. The teddy bear, Dan knew, would have to air out for the most part, as he’d used it for nearly every single one of his heats in the past, but it hardly mattered. If it was left in the bathroom, it shouldn’t bother anyone too much.

His toys, on the other hand, needed to be properly washed and sanitized before Dan put them away, and his fingers were deft and quick against the malleable plastic. He’d cleaned them a thousand times in the past, and he had no desire to linger over them now when he had something much more pleasant coming for him tonight.

Just the thought made Dan grin and groan a little, low in his throat. He’d lived off the image of Phil fucking him for three days, now. The idea of it finally happening was making him wet, and he had to tighten his legs a bit to prevent the slick from getting everywhere.

On the upside, it didn’t smell quite as arousing as heat-slick did, and reassured Dan that he was most definitely finished with that part of his life for now. No, any arousal Dan felt now was purely his own, and not instinct. He couldn’t wait until Phil got home.

 By the time Dan had finished cleaning and airing out his apartment, a second load of duvets in the washer, it was nearing six o’clock. Phil didn’t tend to get off and home until closer to nine, but Dan hadn’t yet texted him it was safe to come back to Dan’s, and his heart was racing in his chest at the very idea of it all. He could feel his insides sopping with slick already, desperate for something Dan had been waiting months to have, and he scolded himself a little for getting overly excited.

What if Phil had changed his mind? What if he wanted to wait a little longer before they had sex? Dan could and would understand that, never wanting to push the alpha past his boundaries, but he needed to get his body under control before he lost his mind completely and demanded Phil come home and fuck him already.

Settling back on the couch, Dan finally relaxed and picked up his phone.

Phil had been texting him all day, the same as he had the past three - little nonsense words about what was going on, and pictures of things that had reminded Phil of Dan. There was even another selfie of Phil frowning at the camera, captioned with how he reacted to his coworkers being absolute idiots, and it made Dan laugh and sigh happily as he fingered his phone in his hands.

Phil Lester was everything that Dan had ever wanted, and he still couldn’t figure out how he’d gotten so lucky.

To: Phil Lester <3

De-heat-afied the flat. Come home? :(

From: Phil Lester <3

home? :’D

To: Phil Lester <3

well, you said it yourself. you practically live here now. so yeah… come home

From: Phil Lester <3

be there in twenty minutes

There was no mention of their plans in the quick five minute conversation. They didn’t discuss what Dan was hoping was going to happen. They didn’t talk about missing each other, or the I-love-you’s, or anything else that had happened since the last time they’d seen each other, and yet, it didn’t seem to matter to Dan.

Phil had called his flat home, had joked about it being something more to him than just Dan’s flat, and had spent a good portion of Dan’s heat complaining that all of his things were at Dan’s. Phil had promised to be home nearly three hours before he normally got off work, and that… that was everything to Dan.

Just knowing that Phil already considered Dan’s home, home too, and that he’d missed Dan enough to leave work early, that was everything to Dan, who couldn’t seem to stop it when he started to purr and fell backwards on his couch to lay against the cushions with stars in his eyes. His heart was beating frantically in his chest, aching in a way that made Dan want to burst with how much he loved Phil Lester.

Never… never in his life had he felt so treasured and so wanted. It didn’t matter, in that moment, if they had sex that night. It didn’t matter, because Dan already had everything he’d ever wanted.

 Ever the gentleman - or just a dork, Dan wasn’t sure - Phil knocked on the front door when he arrived.

Dan knew it was him because he’d be able to pick up Phil’s scent from anywhere by now, and he rolled his eyes at the sound because Phil had long since been given a key, but he didn’t complain as he stood and hurried to his front door, desperate to see his alpha again. His fingers were slippery on the doorknob, but he managed to pull it open, and was taken by surprise when the first thing he saw was another huge bouquet of wild flowers completely obscuring his view of Phil.

“I - what?” Dan stuttered, blushing a deep red at the notion of getting flowers again, like they were back in the beginning days and Phil was still trying to court him. He could feel his breathing had picked up, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, nor the way he seemed to melt into himself a little. It was such a silly, unnecessary gesture, and yet Dan was living for it.

“Phil,” he whispered, as he reached out to take the bouquet at the same time as Phil chuckled at him. His fingers tightened around the purple paper that was wrapped around the bouquet as he pulled it in close, for one second completely captivated by the scent and sight of the flowers. Then, he turned his gaze completely towards Phil, only to be faced with a look of complete and utter self-satisfaction painted across his features.

Dan was certain that he probably looked entirely enamoured.

“I hate you,” Dan muttered, and dropped the flowers to his side, taking two steps forward and pressing in close to nuzzle into his alpha. Phil chuckled again and wrapped his arms instantly around Dan, like he couldn’t help himself, and buried his face in Dan’s hair. “You didn’t have to,” Dan added for good measure as he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his alpha and wishing desperately to bury himself in him entirely.

“I did,” Phil murmured in response, his hands soothing against Dan’s back, scenting him unobtrusively. He breathed deeply against Dan’s hair, like he wanted to saturate Dan in Phil, and then pressed a kiss delicately to the top of his head. “I wanted to give you something special because - because I missed you,” he added, laughing at himself and hugging Dan a little tighter for a moment. “Can you really blame me?”

Dan chuckled as well, and shook his head, eyes a little wet as he pressed his face against Phil.

“No. I can’t. I missed you too,” he shot back, and sighed when Phil rumbled in response, the sound pleasant and warm as it soaked into Dan.

He’d missed this so much, more than he could say. He could spend hours just cuddling with Phil, wrapped up in his scent, and the long three days apart had felt like an eternity when Dan had spent the entire time imagining Phil was with him, in bed. Dan hadn’t even gotten to experience that yet, and it had been amazing. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like when…

His face grew a deeper red as his body started to react in tandem with his thoughts.

Dan shifted against Phil, trying to hide the fact that he was growing hard, only for Phil to draw him in closer and inhale deeply.

“I think we should get inside,” the alpha rumbled, his voice all deep and husky, the way it only ever seemed to get when he was taken slightly by instinct, when he was hard and wanting for Dan. The sound made Dan shudder and mewl, pressing in closer to Phil despite the fact that the alpha had suggested otherwise, and he pressed tentative, needy kisses against Phil’s chest.

“We probably should,” Dan agreed after a second, mind a little hazy.

He tried to pull back from Phil, but for a moment, the alpha wouldn’t let him go. His hands tightened around Dan, holding him closer, and then relaxed completely as Phil sighed. Not wanting to test the limits of Phil’s self control, Dan hurriedly stepped out of his arms, and turned on his heel to head straight for the kitchen, some part of his brain still very aware that he had a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

The sound of his front door shutting behind him was eerily reminiscent of the time Phil had showed up at Dan’s house that second time, and when the alpha’s footsteps carefully followed Dan into the kitchen, he felt a shiver rush up his spine.

Dan didn’t want to rush into this though, and while he was trembling with want, he turned, dropped the bouquet on his counter, and stared up at Phil with needy eyes.

“Alpha,” he managed, swallowing thickly when this made Phil’s pupils dilate. His hands were in fists at his sides, like he was trying to control himself, and it was like dynamite in Dan’s veins. He could feel himself beginning to grow wet, to throb with desire, because he hadn’t once seen Phil lose control in Dan’s presence just yet.

Dan wondered if Phil was just finally at the end of his rope, and couldn’t help throbbing in reaction to that.

Phil inhaled deeply, and shut his eyes.

“Look,” Dan insisted, “I know you said - before my heat, you said you’d only been waiting for the right time, but I don’t want to rush this. If you still aren’t… aren’t ready, that’s fine, Phil. When we said after, I didn’t mean it had to be immediately after,” he explained, trying to maintain his breathing and not make it anymore obvious just how desperate he was for the alpha. He’d been waiting so long, though, ready and willing to be taken and marked and claimed. His veins trembled with it, heart beating erratically in his chest. All Dan wanted was to know what Phil was like, what he tasted like, how he’d treat Dan…

He moaned before he could stop himself.

“Dan,” Phil gasped, sounding just as desperate and willing as Dan. “I want this. I want you. I’ve wanted you since day one, I just didn’t want to screw things up. Please… you’ve been all I’ve been able to think about since that night. I need you to tell me now if you’ve changed your mind. I want… I want to finally have this with you.”

His eyes were sad, and though his hands were still clenched into fists at his sides, like he was holding himself back from pouncing on Dan, he seemed to be trying to pull himself together, reign in his desire so that he could do what Dan wanted, what Dan needed, whatever that might be.

The sight of Phil’s self restraint… it broke Dan, and he launched himself into the alpha’s arms without a second thought.

For a second, Dan wondered if this was all because of his heat. Did he smell of pheromones? Were they screwing with Phil’s head? Had he not gotten rid of the scent quite enough, or was he still in heat? But no, as Dan inhaled deeply, mind dizzy with his want for Phil, he became very aware that there was next to no heat pheromones in his apartment, and those that were there, weren’t enough to drive either of them as crazy as they seemed to be just then.

Dan’s mouth came down on Phil’s, and he whispered out a soft, “I’m ready,” that seemed to be everything both male’s finally needed to break the long standing truce they’d held for months, now. Dan mewled, Phil growled, and suddenly, Dan was completely and utterly wrapped up in long-limbed alpha.

Phil’s mouth was warm as ever. Despite the way Dan could feel Phil rapidly losing control, he kissed just as sweet and as passionately as he ever had, licking and sucking at Dan’s mouth and nipping gently at his lips. When he pressed in deep, he did so in a way that felt all consuming and heated, and yet gentle at the same time. His hands embraced Dan’s body and pressed Dan close, but he didn’t crush them together the way Dan had known partners to do in the past. He just cradled Dan close with a pressure that made Dan feel wanted, but not suffocated, and kissed him until Dan was absolutely aching for more.

They were both making ridiculous noises. Dan couldn’t seem to stop purring on and off, little mewls and sighs escaping his throat, all while a rumble took up in Phil’s chest and echoed inside of Dan’s body. Dan’s hands buried themselves under Phil’s shirt, finally feeling safe enough to touch skin he’d ached to see for ages, all while Phil’s hands seemed to stutter up and down Dan’s back, unsure where they wanted to land.

It felt wonderful, and as Dan grinded his hips forwards, only to find Phil’s answering arousal there ready to meet him, he wanted nothing more than to take this to the bed.

So he did.

Dragging his mouth from Phil’s with a loud gasp, Dan pulled back against his touch, and felt a zing go through him at the ease with which Phil let him go. Phil’s eyes were half lidded and dark, the blue something different now, overblown with black and such a thin line it made it look even more intense. His mouth was wet from Dan’s kisses, and his hands were shaking at his sides, hips undulating slightly.

He looked absolutely wrecked, and the fact that Dan had done that to him, made him ache with need.

“Come on,” he insisted to Phil, taking his hand in his and tugging him hurriedly into the bedroom.

There were new sheets on the bed that didn’t smell like Phil anymore because Dan had washed them, but neither male seemed to care as they entered the room, eyes only for each other. Dan kept tugging at Phil’s hand, turning him until the alpha was doing what he wanted, and then pushed the male back against their bed until he was splayed out with his legs spread and hanging off the edge of the bed.

He looked so good like that, that Dan couldn’t help but to stop and stare. He’d wanted this for so long, wanted to have and see and hold Phil like this, eat him up and feel him intimately against Dan, and now that he was getting just that, Dan wasn’t sure where to start.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, “Phil. You look really hot like that,” he gasped, and found himself stepping forward instantly. Phil chuckled in response, smiling at Dan, and reached out with shaking hands to take Dan into his arms.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, voice so fucking deep and hot. “Now come here. I wasn’t quite done kissing you,” he teased.

How was Dan supposed to deny a request like that?

Without hesitating, Dan stepped forward and crawled onto the bed with Phil, pleased when the alpha scooted back so his legs no longer dangled off the side, and shifted his own legs to bracket on either side of Phil’s hips. Phil’s hands came up to press under the edge of Dan’s shirt, for the very first time touching Dan’s actual skin, and Dan purred as he leaned in close for another kiss.

Their lips pressed together just as needily as before, but it was the progression of Phil’s hands that really got Dan going. He rucked up Dan’s shirt without a care in the world, his hands so cold and yet hot against Dan’s skin, painting circles into his flesh and skating up his back to feel the outline of his shoulder blades. Phil had touched him a thousand times in the past, but never quite like this, never flesh on flesh, and when his hands skated back down to count against the bones of Dan’s spine, he shivered and moaned into Phil’s mouth so loud, Phil actually groaned in reaction.

“You sure your heat is over, Dan?” Phil wondered, disconnecting their mouths to laugh at Dan, “Cause you are… really, really reactive,” he added wonderingly, eyes sparkling and lips quirked in mischief. Dan leaned forward to kiss him hungrily again, his own hands moving to ruck up Phil’s shirt, exposing the alpha’s belly and sides, and tucking just under his armpits.

“I’m sure. I’m always loud,” he teased Phil when he pulled away from his lips, only to stare in wonder at the dark, dusky peaks of Phil’s nipples and the tangle of chest hair now exposed to him.

Phil’s chest was red, flushed with desire as he shuddered under Dan’s touch, who sat up on Phil’s hips to press his hands all over Phil’s exposed body. His bum rested just over the alpha’s straining dick, but Dan did nothing in reaction to it, merely smoothing his fingers around nipples and chest hair, plucking at plump skin, and watching the way Phil’s body reacted under his.

Phil never once took his eyes off of Dan, watching the way he touched, and licked his lips. Dan’s own gaze kept flicking up to Phil’s, until Dan couldn’t take it any longer, and he leaned down to bite a mark into Phil’s chest, just under his ribcage, sucking hungrily and claiming the alpha as his. He felt his scent shift to permeate over Phil’s skin, and groaned at the way Phil growled at him, fingers coming down to tangle in Dan’s hair. Dan merely sucked and bit harder, eyes closing in wonderment at the fact that he was finally getting to do this, and shifted to ruck his shirt up enough that he could pull it completely away when he pulled back from Phil’s rib cage.

He did, tossing his shirt over his shoulder and watching the way Phil’s eyes instantly moved to his exposed skin to trace over his chest.

“I want you, Alpha,” Dan whispered, “Want all of you. Want you to mark me all over,” he groaned, reaching down to press his hand against the bruise now forming on Phil’s stomach, and gasping at the way Phil growled and rolled his hips up into Dan’s ass in response. His cunt clenched around nothing slick beginning to dribble down until Dan could feel that he was getting soaked, and he groaned, throwing his head back in a way he hoped would be enticing.

“Take me, Alpha,” Dan said again, hoping this time, Phil would get the message.

He did.

While there were so many things Dan wanted to do with Phil, so much time he wanted to spend pinning the alpha to his bed, rutting down against him, and riding the cock Dan had been craving for so long, he wanted this even more - Phil taking control and making Dan feel like heaven had come to Earth early. The alpha flipped them, pressing Dan into the bed, and surging in to kiss Dan all over again.

His hands burned as they skated over Dan’s ribcage, playing at the waistband of his pants, and smoothing back up to tweak at Dan’s sensitive nipples. His own chest wasn’t quite as flat as Phil’s, filled with more fat to make room for breasts that would form should Dan get pregnant, and Phil seemed to love the swell of them, pressing the flesh up and into his palm as he groaned into Dan’s mouth. His hips rutted down into Dan’s, pressing their cocks against each other through their pants, and making Dan’s body shudder for more.

He could scent the smell of slick taking over the room, sweet and heady, as could Phil, as he pulled away from Dan’s lips and snuffle at his neck. His hands moved from cupping at Dan’s small breasts to instead rub between his legs, where the slick was pouring free, and rumbled against Dan’s neck.

“Shit. I forgot - how warm, and wet omega’s get,” he gasped against Dan’s neck. “You’re so beautiful Dan, and you smell amazing,” he groaned, nuzzling in close once more before his lips came down to suck around Dan’s scent glands.

Dan arched into the touch, moaning loudly, and rutted his body down against Phil’s searching hands as the alpha came so close to bonding them. He didn’t bite, however, not the way Dan had imagined he would - instead, he sucked, and licked, and kissed at the small spot until he seemed to have coated it in his scent so thoroughly he might as well have bit down, and then pulled away to hum against Dan’s mouth, nose rubbing gently along Dan’s.

Dan opened his eyes to find the alpha was staring at him with such need and love in his gaze, Dan nearly melted.

“Wanna bond with you one day. Wanna mark you for the world to see… but not today,” he explained, and kissed Dan leisurely one more time.

His hands had moved from between Dan’s legs, to his thighs, were he massaged the clothed skin through Dan’s sweat pants, and smoothed his fingers against him. It felt so good that Dan shuddered as Phil kissed him, licking into his mouth as gently as he always did, before pulling away.

“But I’m going to mark you in every other way,” Phil continued after a moment, the words gravely in his husky voice, eyes dark. They sent a thrill through Dan who threw his head back and moaned as Phil leaned in close and nipped at his collarbones, proceeding to decorate Dan’s chest in light hickeys and bruises that made Dan’s core tingle. He didn’t know what was throbbing worse - his dick, or his cunt; all he knew was that he wanted more.

Phil’s mouth came around Dan’s nipple, and it was better than he’d ever imagined. Phil suckled at the swell of Dan’s almost-breast, needy and wanton as he kissed and bit at it, tangling his tongue around as if he were searching for something more than just breast. The mental image of Phil suckling at Dan’s milk-wet breasts while he was pregant made Dan groan and spend pre-cum from his dick rutting up as Phil chuckled against him.

Then, he pulled back from Dan’s nipple to suck at the skin around it, marking Dan as his, before trailing further downward and marking Dan’s stomach as well.

As Phil moved, mouth hot and hands burning against his skin, Dan couldn’t help feeling like he was going to go crazy. Phil was better than Dan had ever imagined he could be, more slick and warm than anyone else Dan had ever had. He mouthed along Dan’s bellybutton, tongue fucking him there, and giving Dan a taste of what he could do, and then he was nibbling at Dan’s hip bones as his fingers played with the waistband of Dan’s pants.

Meanwhile, the alpha still hadn’t taken off his shirt, and Dan growled as he sat up and pushed the tease away from him.

“Strip,” he demanded, as his own hands pushed at the waistband of his pants, his boxers, slipping them free from and releasing the full scent of his slick into the air.

Dan could see how it was effecting Phil as the alpha clambered off of Dan to do as he’d been told, stripping first his work shirt, and then his belt from his jeans. For a second, Dan could imagine Phil tying him up with that, and then the moment was gone as Phil struggled with his jeans.

Dan reached down to stroke his hand over his cock as Phil undressed, eyes on nothing more than the great reveal of the alpha cock he’d been waiting for, and then it was there, far more glorious even then Dan had ever imagined it could be. It sprang free of his boxers as Phil scrambled out of them, hard and heavy as it bobbed between his legs, only a bit bigger than Dan’s omega one.

Alphas were always just a bit bigger, more than average, to accommodate for the knot that would settle at the base of their dick, but Dan was by no means small. In fact, he was proud of the fact that his own dick rested pale and thick against his tummy as Phil hungrily climbed back over him.

What he wasn’t expecting, was the way Phil instantly delved in to take Dan’s cock into his mouth, pleasuring Dan in a way he’d never quite experienced before - cool fingers pressed between the lips of his cunt, playing lightly with the flaps and the slick there as his mouth worked diligently and hotly over Dan’s cock. His tongue swirled over Dan’s tip, and his throat constricted around his dick as he took Dan as far as he could, fingers making Dan’s core ache with need where they played.

Phil was inhaling Dan’s scent deeply as Dan groaned underneath his touch, bucking almost wildly against Phil but trying his best to keep his body sated and still.

Dan was amazed he could want so much when he’d only just finished his heat, but he didn’t complain as Phil pressed a teasing fingers inside of Dan at the same time as he pulled back from Dan’s dick and grinned up at him.

“You taste better than I ever imagined,” Phil rumbled, “Better than anyone I’ve ever had. My mate,” he continued, leaning in to slurp up Dan’s cock all over again. Dan gasped, and groaned against the words, the sensations, as Phil pressed the finger in deeper, exploring and taking all that Dan had.

He felt so good, so much better than Dan himself, better than any toy, but it was his words that got Dan.

Phil pulled off his dick again with another hot pop.

“I wonder how good your slick will taste,” he said, and ducked in close to close his mouth around Dan’s cunt and suck.

It was… not something Dan had quite been ready for. He’d considered the chance that his alpha would want to put his mouth there as well as Dan’s cock, had considered that his alpha might give him everything, but Dan hadn’t truly expected so soon. The sensation of Phil’s mouth sucking at his cunt, lapping at his slick, all while his finger remained pressed inside of Dan… it was the best feeling Dan had ever experienced, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he came almost instantly when Phil pressed his tongue inside as well and slurped at Dan’s body, swallowing all that Dan had to give in the most obviously pleased ministration ever, rumbling in a pleased way.

Dan’s cock shook, and he came, gasping as cum dripped all over his abdomen while his cunt clenched up and scent a rush of slick down and out of him, straight into Phil’s mouth.

Dan shuddered as pleasure overtook him, crashing over his mind and making him cry out as his hips shook. Phil, meanwhile, didn’t stop pressing in deeper, sucking at all Dan had to give him, arching his finger and pressing against Dan’s walls in a way that made him feel like he was never going to stop coming.

His face screwed up, and his legs tensed as he came, Phil groaning for more and likely throbbing below Dan.

Dan wanted so much more.

By the time Dan had come down from his high, Phil was still fingering him lightly, but his mouth had moved from Dan’s cunt to his stomach where he was lapping gently at Dan’s skin, clearing him of spunk and rumbling happily. He had a pleased smile on his face, cock red and hard between his legs, but he didn’t seem to care for it at all as he moved his mouth to Dan’s dick and suckled gently at the head.

Dan let out a whimper at the sensation, and reached down to thread his fingers back through Phil’s black hair.

“Alpha,” he gasped, forcing the alpha’s gaze back onto him. “Fuck me. Now,” he demanded, watching as Phil reacted to the words in what seemed like slow motion. His expression turned from pleased, to dangerous, like he was losing his control, like he needed Dan as bad as Dan needed Phil.

It didn’t even matter that Dan had just come. He wanted Phil, and he wanted Phil now.

The alpha flat out growled at Dan’s demand, and shifted up on his knees as the finger inside of Dan started to work in earnest. Dan mewled at the way it felt, and grinned up at Phil in satisfaction, stretching his body out to show himself off completely. He arched his neck to set the alpha off more completely, and groaned when it caused Phil to press a second finger in needily.

“Fuck,” the alpha groaned. “I can’t wait to be inside of you, omega. Dan, god, you look so good,” he gasped, and leaned in close to nip at his neck.

He nuzzled it, licking over it again, as his fingers worked to spread Dan for him, even though Dan didn’t need it. He didn’t say a word, certain Phil was bigger than Dan was fully expecting, sure that Phil knew what he was doing, and waited as his body ached with pleasure, ready to come all over again.

“You’re cunt is so warm, Dan. So fucking warm. I forgot how good this could feel… I’ve wanted you so long,” Phil rumbled, mumbling the words against the shell of Dan’s ear, licking at the skin there and making Dan shudder all over again. He gasped at the words, arching his body up to Phil’s, and reached out with rough fingers to force Phil’s head close and kiss him.

“I’m ready,” he gasped after another minute, words muffled under Phil’s tongue, which was becoming far less composed as he usually was. He seemed unable to be as gentle as he wanted, and kissed and soothed at Dan’s mouth in apology. “Fuck me, now, Phil,” he continued, and laughed when a groan punched its way out of Phil’s throat in response.

The alpha didn’t hesitate. He pulled his fingers free from Dan’s body, and shifted so his cock bobbed between his legs and so close to Dan’s cunt, that his body clenched down at the thought of it. Dan was biting his bottom lip, and Phil was staring at him with eyes so bright and full of lust, it was amazing he hadn’t sunk all the way inside just yet.

Of course, that’s when Phil decided to take Dan completely by surprise when he said, “I love you, my Daniel,” before kissing him once more.

This time, his lips were not quite as heated. His touch was calmer, somehow, contrasting completely with the dark of his eyes mere seconds ago, but Dan didn’t even care. Somehow, this was better, so much fucking better, and even as Phil seemed to begin to lose himself again to the lust so obviously boiling over, he was gentle as his cock head nudged at Dan’s entrance and pressed inside.

Being fucked was… amazing. Being fucked by an alpha, was always particularly special.

Being fucked by Phil was like the beginning and end of the world.

He sunk in slow, cock pushing Dan’s body open, mouth panting against Dan’s lips. His chest was sweaty but perfect against Dan’s chest, flush to him as he worked to get his hips flush to Dan’s, groaning a little with each new inch Dan took. He didn’t rush, and he didn’t push, and he didn’t overwhelm Dan, but at the same time, he totally did.

Having sex with one’s mate was… more than Dan could have imagined.

There was just something about the intimacy, the care Phil put in his every movement, something about the fact that Phil had wanted to wait until just the right moment, that made everything about this seem almost otherworldly.

By the time Phil had settled all the way in, Dan knew he never wanted it to end.

“Phil,” he was gasping, the name chanting from his mouth over and over, and over again. “Phil, I love you,” he gasped at some point, the words lost to Phil’s mouth as he gasped against Dan, hips shifting but doing their best not to move just yet.

Their bodies fit together perfectly, a symphony seeming to rise in Dan, purrs escaping him and his heart beating fast in his chest. Phil was rumbling against him, scenting at his neck, licking over his skin, teasing with his teeth like he wanted to bite, but he didn’t.

There was a ringing inside of Dan’s ears, and then Phil whispered, “Mine,” all over again, and started to move.

Dan’s body surged upwards into Phil’s at the first drag of hot cock inside of his warm walls, his core singing as Phil’s body drove in and out of him. Phil was growling at Dan, mindless, hands clenched into Dan’s sides, fingernails biting into his skin, marking Dan all over again. His teeth were bared against Dan’s neck, little huffs escaping him as he moved, all while Dan keened and mewled, wrapping his entire body around Phil’s and drawing him close.

They moved together, as best they could. Dan’s movements were frantic, Phil’s bordering on out of control, and yet it was perfect. Everything about it was perfect, wonderful, amazing, and Dan’s heart sang as Phil held him and fucked him.

One hand sank between their bodies at one point, playing with Dan’s cock. Phil’s thumb stroked over the top, at the slit, pumping the foreskin up and down to give Dan more pleasure, and then Dan felt it - Phil was panting, his body seizing up, the fast but tempered paced he’d been setting falling apart in what seemed an instant. Something… something was nuding at Dan’s entrance, growing, popping, and Dan realized it was Phil’s knot.

The alpha was going to knot him, and the idea of it left Dan brain dead.

“Please!” he cried, body seizing up on his own desire to come, “Knot me, alpha, knot me!” he begged, body surging down on Phil’s cock, begging the knot to press inside, to push past the lips of his pussy and sink straight into him, locking them together for a few moments at least.

Phil grunted in response, licking desperately at Dan’s neck, and then he pushed Dan’s head to the side and bit suddenly and surprisingly into Dan’s shoulder.

The sensation stung, wasn’t anywhere near where Dan wished it would be, and yet he knew that Phil hadn’t been able to control himself but hadn’t wanted to make a mistake. While Dan mourned the loss of bonding pheromones that should have flooded him, he was pleased to know that Phil wouldn’t allow a night of passion to take the choice away from both of them, even if he knew they both wanted it more than anything.

The right time. They were waiting for the right time, not the first time they had sex, not Dan’s heat - the right time.

Phi’s knot suddenly popped in, and Dan cried out as his body was stretched further still. Phil’s cock practically exploded inside of him, hot cum filling him up, and Dan groaned at the sensation, body craving it as his cunt bared down to take it all, squeezing every lost drop from Phil’s cock.

Phil’s hips seized up, pumped twice more, stilled. His hand stuttered over Dan’s cock, and Dan came too, spunk once again painting its way up his chest as he gasped, fucked down on Phil’s cock and stilled too.

Phil collapsed on top of Dan with a gasp.

His teeth released Dan’s shoulder.

Dan nuzzled at the top of Phil’s hair, and thought, I could live with this, with a giddy little chuckle.

He never wanted to let Phil out of his life.

 Afterwards, once they’d cleaned up and Phil had crawled into Dan’s bed stark naked to spoon against his back, Dan asked the question he’d been waiting a month to ask.

“Move in with me,” he said, voice soft, quite, a little hoarse. He was purring, the same he’d been pretty much since Phil had knotted him, pretty much since Phil had come into his life, and he didn’t even care that the words had come out more as a sleep demand.

Phil chuckled against his neck, and nuzzled in close, wet hair brushing against Dan’s bruised and aching shoulder.

He pressed a kiss against the nape of Dan’s neck, and sighed.

“I pretty much already have. I don’t see why we couldn’t make it official.”

The words made Dan grin, and he patted at Phil’s hands where it rested on Dan’s hip.

“Good. Cause I never want you to leave me again.”

Phil chuckled again.

“Never,” he promised and sealed it with one last kiss against Dan’s scent glands.

One day… he’d bite into that as well, and they’d be mated, forever.

Dan couldn’t wait.

But also, there was no hurry.

You Did This.

Writing piece recounting one of Phoenix Nest’s most tragic events for use in a roleplay. 

"We need a medic on site, south gate NOW!" 

A voice yelled, the desperation and anger in the voice echoing through the camp. It came from the internals of Phoenix Nest just inside the main gate. The garage was closed, people lining the streets standing in the inches of snow lining the frostbitten ground. The white blanket and blue ice on the pavement was stained red as Dingo and Decorous shuffled through the large metal doors with someone between them. A boy, just over 18, and leaving a trail of crimson in his wake as they pulled him in to safety. 

Behind them Cell and Itzel both slid inside quickly, weapons drawn and wary eyes trained on the street. The bowwoman was waving for the guard on the wall to quickly shut the gates as Dingo and Decorous escorted the boy towards a team of medics rushing through the crowd with stretcher in hand. He was pale, convulsing as his body grew colder as Dingo grasped his violently shaking hand.  

"You're gonna be alright, son. Just hang in there we've got a medic on the way. At least we bloody well should WE NEED DOCTORS OUT HERE DAMMIT!" he yelled around him to any with medical practice who would listen as Megan approached hastily, her face as pale as the snow along with another nurse in tow at her side who quickly lifted the boy's shirt to assess the injury. 

"What happened here?" the nurse asked, her voice thick with an unknown accent.

"Gunshot, 9mm to the side. We found him maybe two minutes after he was injured-" Decorous explained hastily before his attention was taken away by the sound of screaming from the crowd. 

 "GET OUT OF MY WAY, THAT'S MY SON!" a female voice shrieked as a woman charged forward almost barreling over Decorous. Her face was twisted with anguish and terror as her wiry hands took Dingo's place as he stepped back. 

"Th-that's my boy." she sputtered as frozen tears streaked her cheeks. Somehow her presence alone seemed to ease the boy's fear, turning his head to look her in the eyes with a weak smile. 

 "H-hi mom... I-I guess I missed curfew." He joked faintly. 

 "Stop it, Jared, what were you thinking!?" the woman retorted, wiping the smile from his face as she doubled over with sobs, placing his hand against her forehead. "What were you thinking...?" 

 The boy, Jared, mirrored her despair as his lip started to quiver with the despair of his condition washing over him. "I-I'm sorry," he shivered, "I just wanted to help-" 

 "You put a lot of people at risk. I admire your resolve but that was very stupid of you." the nurse retorted, earning a concerned look from Megan before she went back to work washing a cloth with antiseptic.

"Megan bloody tell me is he gonna make it!?" Dingo demanded. 

 "I-I don't know," she stammered, "He's lost a lot of blood and sepsis is already setting in. We don't have time to get him inside we-"

"Is he going to live?" Dingo demanded again over the sobbing woman, this time Megan could only respond with a distant look in her eyes and a shake of her head. The Australian's teeth grit as his eyes shadowed beneath his hat before turning on his heel, his boots crunching in the snow as he paced towards the crowd. 

 "Dingo, do not-" Decorous began but was cut off as the sniper pushed passed him. The amount of resistance from Decorous was minimal almost as if he wasn't fully intent on stopping him from what he was about to do. He stepped up to a man at the front of the crowd, his hair well-kept and bushy eyebrows above his sunken in eyes, grabbing him by the collar he shoved him against a light post. A few people stepped aside with gasps and screams as Dingo locked the man's gaze with his, his ice blue eyes burning with anger. 

 "This was your doing. YOURS. You told that boy that he could fight on his own, that he should never rely on anyone else and you got him KILLED. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?" Dingo yelled, his mouth foaming as he shook the man in tandem with his lecture. 

The stranger's hands were clasped around Dingo's wrist, blood staining his fingertips and shirt where Dingo held it with an iron grip. His eyes looked at his wrist for a moment before stepping back and releasing the man's collar. 

 "Look at you. Look at your hands. His blood is all over them. Just like mine," he said almost taunting as he raised his own hands in front of him. "But I stained mine just like those nurses and his grieving mother trying to save him, yours are stained like you were holding the gun that shot him. You filled his head with dreams built on being the wrong man." 

 "That's not fair! I showed him how stupid following you blind idiots was! I taught him to how stand on his own two feet-!" the man argued.

"AND NOW HE'LL DIE ON HIS BACK." Dingo snapped back as if he could spit acid. "He'll die believing the lie his father put in him before he could find out what it meant to be his own man. Following your ideals and your beliefs before he could find his own. You told him to stay inside and give up on what he believed in and now he's dying for it."

The man had tears in his eyes but his face was red with rage, his eyes darting all over Dingo as if he was looking for an angle to attack before he shrank back as Christi approached and stood at Dingo's side. 

"What is the meaning of all this?" she questioned prudently. 

 "Miss Rheddstone, tell your subordinate to know his place! He's attacking a grieving man in his time of loss for his own ideology!" the man begged.

"He is not my subordinate," she said, her voice as cold as the concrete the man groveled on. "And he has the right to speak his mind. Especially when he is correct. You've been under investigation multiple times by the bureau for child abuse and now look at you. You would defend your actions as he lay dying instead of being at his side. You'd defend your reputation as opposed to protecting your son, because if he did not follow your word he had nothing. He died for an arrogant man that he believed was the personification of what this camp should stand for." 

Christi spoke almost as if she were giving a speech, her method so condescending in the most painful way as he stood to represent the real image of a leader without even intending it. The man before her tried so much harder to demand respect for naught and she took it with such ease. 

 "The difference between us and you is we stop people like you. The people who destroyed our world and took lives believing it was for a righteous cause." To add to the poetry of her words, Decorous stood just beyond her. 

Christi's eyes remained unwavering as she crouched staring into the eyes of the man as the bloodcurdling cry from Jared's mother echoed off the camp walls. She sobbed with utter despair into her now deceased son's chest.

"I'm sure you'll forgive yourself within minutes because you believe what your son did was worth being proud of yourself for, but she never will forgive you for any of this," Christi said as she stood to her feet. "Now you can walk yourself to the holding chambers and answer for your part in this murder investigation or I can have the two men who were more of a father figure to that boy in his last minutes than you ever were take you by force. But whatever occurs between then and now is out of my jurisdiction and off the record." 

 As the cries of the mother continued to echo the man's eyes and continued darting between the Administrator and marksman before scanning the crowd as they all stared with disapproval and malice. 

 "What are you all looking at!?" he yelled, pulling himself up with the pole, using it to steady himself. "That was my son too, and believe it or not I loved him! He had more conviction than all of you useless bastards! Say what you want, but I will stand by my choices! I did my job, and that boy lost his way and chose to follow his own uninformed convictions! You killed my son! All of you!" The man howled, the veins in his neck bulging with his hoarse voice as he pushed his way through the crowd; yelling obscenities as he left. The woman in the military cap stepped up next to Decorous, giving him a tap on the shoulder. 

"Rubies, we should get going and find the guy who did this. If we're quick we can pick up his trail." In the same moment a shot rang out and the crowd dispersed, the few remaining opening up a path as they turned to look at the source of the sound. 

A Merc, one clad in body armor and a helmet marked with 'SECURITY' stepped backwards as the father of the boy stumbled with his hands clutching his chest, choking as blood spilled from his mouth before he stumbled into a snow drift. His eyes staring distantly as the life left his body and red stained the ground. 

 "I had no choice, he attacked me!" the man claimed, a few mumbles from the distraught crowd confirming his story as Decorous stared at the now unfolding massacre. 

 "We've no one to find, Itzel." Decorous said to his partner. 

"The one responsible just paid his dues."