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undercoverpena · 9 months

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vii. oh oh oh, the sweetest thing

javier peña x f!reader | chapter seven of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. alludes to smut. sinful thoughts. continuous romcom vibes. an: javi and reader, sitting on a bed... ;) also new theme, slightly amended banner. thanks to @wildemaven for giving me the confidence to use this one ✨ wordcount: 3.4k.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Javi wakes to cold sheets beside him.

He stretches his arm out—and for a moment—he forgets where he is. Expecting to hear his alarm, feel the bobbles from his overly worn bedsheet.

That is until he catches the scent of sweet shampoo, perfume and—

Flipping his eyes open, he then hears the rustling.

His senses come back to him as he slowly sits up, spotting you immediately at the foot of the bed.

Compared to yesterday, you’re dressed so formally: fitted trousers, a shirt and a jacket. Your leg doing a twist, head bent—as he assumes—you’re trying to slide your foot into your shoe quietly.

There’s minimal light fluttering into the room, all courtesy of your suitcase pushing against the heavy hotel curtains to allow enough to dress yourself. With it now allowing a slither of sunlight to creep over your face, lighting up the shades in your eyes—the ones he swears he’ll see forever when he dreams.

The sunlight illuminates your lips—the ones he’d spent hours tasting last night—now having the chance to admire as they slide into a smile, eyes widening at the sight of him.

“Morning—“

“Shh,” you whisper, brows dipping. “Go back to sleep, baby. It’s so early.”

Stretching out his legs, he runs a hand over his face. “I’ll go back to my room.”

“No, it’s okay, stay. Please. Just get up when you’re ready,” you offer. “Plus, if you move and I see any more of you, I’m not going to want to leave.”

Softly, he feels a smirk slide up his cheek. “That so?”

Moving around the bed, he curls into your touch as it brushes through his hair—sparking memories of nails, your mouth pressed to his cheek as you begged him for more—before your lips kissed the side of his mouth.

“Fuck. Forgot how much I like your voice.”

“Didn’t get your fill of it last night?”

Mirroring him, you smirk a bit more.

His hand snakes up your wrist, keeping you here—just a bit longer. Feeling your eyes dart from one of his to the other, your grin broadening as his thumb traces a square on your skin.

“Go to sleep. I’ll call you at lunch and let you know how I’m getting on.”

Your face is so close it’s easy to kiss you. Deepening it, letting your mouth part as he tastes mint on your tongue, his hand sliding up—

You pull back, humming as you tap your fingers against your lips. “I’ll be late.”

“I can be quick.”

Shaking your head, smirking. You move back from the bed. “I’ll see you later.”

Grinning, he lies back down, an arm flopping over his eyes. “You don’t mind me in your room?”

Pausing as you pick up your bag, you shoot him a look—one where your smile is across your entire face, not just your mouth. “I trust you. Plus, I have the important stuff, ID, money. And, if you were to steal anything, as handsome as you are, I doubt you can pull off my jean jacket, or some of the other things I've packed.”

Laughing, he shakes his head. "Have a good day, cariño."

“Try not to miss me, baby.”

There wasn’t duplicate sales, someone just can’t do their job correctly.

if you were back home I’d call them an idiot but since it brought you here

Valid point. I’m still annoyed that it took me longer to get in the building than it did me figuring it out.

Could have had longer in bed.

for sleeping

Probably not. This handsome man has me waking up early to talk to him as he starts his day.

It’s reprogrammed my internal clock.

he must be really nice for you to let him do that

He’s okay.

fuck hermosa

He’s got nice hands though. And lips.

has he now

Yeah, don’t think I could tell him to his face that I don’t think my legs have ever shaken that much.

can’t wait to make them shake again

Yeah that was obvious this morning, charmer.

cant blame a man when you look the way you do baby

Stop I can’t smile like that right now.

Few more hours and I’ll be getting a cab back, will let you know when I’m back, then just need to change and then I’m yours.

I can pick you up

It’s fine, work will pay so let’s make them.

You remind him again that you’ll knock for him before getting changed.

Call for him. Like the two of you were teens ready to hang out until the sun goes down—something he found endearing and quite funny, all at once.

you wanna ask my pop if i can stay out past curfew too You’re hilarious. But I can do. I’d love to talk to your Pop. worryingly i think hed love to talk to you Did you ever make curfew? do I strike you as someone who didn't You strike me as someone who would work around the curfew, be technically on the land at the right time continuing the hang in the barn or something.

Through texts, you’d seemed in high spirits.

But when you reached his door, blasted with manufactured orange light from his room, Javi took one look at you and realised how much of a front that had been.

He barely knew you, yet he spotted how stress sat behind your smile and how your face was twisted into a fake version of the expression he saw yesterday.

“You fancy staying in tonight?”

It was why Javi was staring over the room service menu. Hearing you shower, cancelling the reservation he’d made earlier, listening as the water fell into the base (one thin wall away) as he placed the phone back on the hook.

Trying not to think of your body—of soap suds sliding down your perfect skin and how it was likely bending and twisting as you showered.

He tries not to think about the kiss, too.

The one you’d given him, arm looped around his neck when he suggested staying in, ordering room service and finishing a crossword. It had taken a moment, his eyes jumping from one eye to the next as he assessed whether he’d said something dumb or smart.

Your kiss confirmed the latter. Gratitude thrummed through it as you cupped his cheek—thank you, thank you, thank you, etching into him as he pulled your hips flush to him. Almost ready to pull you into his room when you’d mumbled about needing a shower.

That had been half an hour ago.

Now, he watched as you stepped out through steam, face fresh—black tee he could see the outline of your nipples through and a pair of yoga pants that made him almost choke when you bent over to pop something in your case.

"You alright?"

Swallowing, he shifts on the bed, tilting his head. "Yeah, hermosa. You just look..."

He prefers letting his voice trail off. Watching it flicker across your face, the embarrassment. It starts with your hands coming across your front, your weight shifting, before your eyes find it difficult to meet his.

“I never asked," he says, changing the conversation, feeling the warmth of your eyes snap back to him. "Your friend, Aish? Is it? She not have anything to say about you flying miles to meet a man you don’t know?”

You smile something wicked. “A few words, but..."

"But?"

Licking your lips, you look down at your feet. "I think she could see how happy I was. When I was talking to you. Think, like me, she just hoped you were who you said you were.”

Javi brushes his hand over his jaw, trying to fight the grin. The same one you constantly pull from him, his cheeks hurting from it happening so frequently all in one go.

“You put her mind at rest, baby?”

“Oh yeah. First chance I got.”

Moving to sit next to him, he hears the faint rumblings of your stomach. Something you quickly apologise for. And something you apologise for unnecessarily again a second or two later. His hand on your knee, drawing circles on the fabric covering it, hoping it assures you, relaxes you as he tells you as much.

“I don’t… I guess I don’t do things like this,” you say. “I’m not impulsive. I’m sensible—have to be. I don’t really have anyone, or thing, else if it all goes wrong, you know? And then you came along. And while my brain was telling me to be careful, the rest of me was just so sure this was…”

“Right?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“So you’re glad?”

“If my stomach weren't about to begin eating itself, I’d show you how glad. But, Javi, truthfully, I wouldn't let you be in my room again if I wasn't.”

Allowing you to lean into him as you flick down at the menu, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Good to know.”

Even if his original plans had been dashed, Javi still had plans to rid your body of the stress from your workday.

The alternative, he found, was just as pleasant.

After the two of you ate on the floor, you both moved to the bed to attempt the next crossword. Four answers were written before he found you in his arms, talking—sharing.

He learned more about your job, your place, and how you’d had a pet when you were younger.

Then, somewhere between sharing about music, movies and how good you were at Monopoly, you were curled against him, softly sleeping.

He could have moved, but he deep down he hadn't wanted to. Enjoying feeling your body rising and falling, your room rotating the smell of room service and your perfume in equal amounts.

He thought about your laugh from earlier when he told you about a horse trying to throw him off. The way his chest had flooded with warmth when you told him about how often you’d thought of him at work today.

It’s perfect. All of this. You.

It makes the corners of his lips slide up as he hears you take a sleep-filled sigh against him, your arm remaining tightly looped around his waist.

His eyes fall to the crossword—the one you’d attempted to complete—and was now close to falling off the foot of the bed. The previous days all filled in, block letters staring at him. Not even bothered in himself that he hadn’t managed to finish today.

Instead, he just focused on how nice it was having you against him. How he'd wanted this, before he even knew what you looked like. Had imagined your body is shaped and curled against his, but it hadn't even been close to this.

This, like you, was more perfect than his mind could conjure. Your knee currently between his, fitting perfectly—just like you do in every other aspect.

It's why he hasn't stopped running his fingers up and down your arm, surrendering to his position—not that he’s complaining. If anything, he never wants to move.

He had tried, initially. His brain worrying about what you'd do when you woke. Javi had attempted to rise up and tuck you in, but your hand simply clutched him closer, all unwilling to let him move.

He thinks about leaving every ten minutes, as though revolving. Only settling when his nose is re-flooded with the scent of your shampoo and perfume, making it harder to stop thinking the second thought on rotation.

The one which had slammed into him at the airport—the one which had been born some weeks back, bubbling inside him ever since—began rising up in his chest again, in his throat…

He likes you. Really likes you.

To the point, he’s not sure if he’ll be okay when he has to let you go. When he has to say goodbye and leave you at the airport departures.

Simply wanting languid kisses under bed sheets, your body under him, his fingers brushing your cheeks as he feels your laugh against his palm.

He wants more than a handful of days. Allowing himself to think it, acknowledge it, now he knows you're real.

Swallowing, he glances down at you—taking in the bow of your lips, the way your lashes sit on your upper cheek, and he relents. Just for a moment.

Instead, he rests his chin on the top of your head, letting his eyes close as he continues to slide his fingers up and down your arm.

He wasn’t meant to fall asleep. Javi had just meant to rest his eyes.

But he wakes to darkness, a slither of light peering through the closed curtains, with you very much beside him still. Your eyes closed, head on his chest, your own rising and falling as gently as earlier.

But the light had been on then.

A thought that hooks the edge of his lips, tugging it up. Because you would have needed to get up and turn it off, before climbing back into bed again. Moving under the duvet—likely whispering to him to do the same, because he too is now under it.

He lifts it tentatively, seeing that he’s still fully clothed, spotting that when you switched off the light, you’d also changed from your work clothes into a satin top and pair of shorts.

You’d wanted him here.

Javi beams. Broader than he's allowed himself to let grace his face. One that quickly, almost immediately, blossoms into a grin. One he continued to wear as he closed his eyes, pulling you closer—finding you do so with ease as he settled back down.

The next time he opens his eyes, he finds you struggling to cram in the few things you’d removed from your suitcase. The one you’d packed—like you were staying for a month.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he allows himself a moment—hearing the quiet, disgruntled grumbling coming from you as you push down on it as hard as you can.

“Want a hand?”

“No, no,” you protested, wiping your arm over your forehead. “All good.”

Nodding, he gets up to use your bathroom, back cracking as he does. After he's washed his hands, he splashes cold water on his face, staring at himself in the mirror—seeing the usual dark bags under his eyes, now appear fainter.

In truth, he wasn’t sure when the last time was that he’d slept as well as he had done the past two nights.

It niggling at him as turns the tap off, drying his hand, before he runs his fingers through his hair. Shelving the thought, the realisation, as he opens the door to be greeted with the same grumbles and sweet perfume.

One thing he does hope, is that your scent buries itself into his clothes, skin, and bones. Mainly, he hopes this isn't the only time he can see you, or be around you.

Something he thinks as he leans against the wall, folding his arms, trying not to laugh watching you give your case another few shoves. After several more quick and successive presses down, you look up at him, giving him the most wounded, puppy-like look.

“Okay, please help me.”

His knees groan as he gets down on them, pressing down on the suitcase lid—nodding to you to try the zip as it budges. The process continues, your fingers occasionally poking in the odd item that attempts to stick out—the heel of a shoe, the edge of the jean jacket you were in on the day he met you, and lace.

“So, I was thinking….”

Javi lifts his eyes, finding that yours are already on him.

“Did you…. want to share a room, maybe? Like, for the next few nights—I totally understand if you don’t want—”

“Baby,” he says, softly, full of please breath and assurance, as he leans back on his knees. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, biting your lip, your fingers slide over him on the suitcase. “I mean… we already have been, right? And, honestly, I hated even leaving you yesterday. Honestly, I… I don’t want to lose any more time with you than I already have.”

“Me too.”

It’s like an eclipse, the way you grin. Smothering over your worrying. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Lifting your case for you from being flat, you take the handle, continuing to grin before you follow behind him as you leave. His hand reaches behind, taking your fingers as the two of you head to his.

Half of him, not wanting to let go, see if he can grab his things with one hand while the other stays connected with yours. But he lets go, for speed, quickness, as he collects the things he managed to unpack in the room he's barely been in—never mind slept in.

Something you must realise, an apology hitting the air. Shifting on the spot at the door as he darts around.

Then, it's apology after apology. Different versions of the same thing, explanations that weren't necessary, because he didn't mind.

Something he also says.

It continues in the elevator, down to the small reception desk. The one more cramped, if that was even possible, than the first day they arrived. Your whispered reasons as to why you owe him made him slowly smile.

You didn’t even get to sleep in your bed, happened to be his favourite. Because if you took a breath to ask him what he'd choose, he’d always choose to sleep in the bed you were in.

“To make it up to you, let me buy the other nights. Work covered the two necessary for them, so it hasn’t cost—“

His hand slides over your cheek, face forced to look up at him, blemished with curiosity that relaxes into simmering disbelief.

A look he now suspects is on your face plenty of times when the two of you talk. That disbelief, the one unsure how someone could make you smile, makes you easily relax.

He knows because it’s something he thinks himself. He’s just not sure if his expression looks similar to yours.

“Hermosa, stop apologising—“

“—I can’t ask you to. You already picked me up from the airport—”

“Cariño, please—

“—And you paid for dinner the first night, and—“

“Baby.”

That word does it.

It makes you pause and swallow. Eyes focusing on him.

“Baby, listen to me. I’ve already spent upwards of triple digits falling for you, and I don't care. So, lemme pay for the hotel room so I can show you how far I’ve fallen.”

You're torn. He sees it immediately on your face from the way it ripples across your face.

Some part of you all unwilling to let him. A part he hopes to kiss away as he presses another kiss to your temple, softer, hanging there a second longer until he pulls back.

“I’ve got this, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper. “But, I’ll buy—“

He kisses you.

Realising as he does, it’s the only way to silence you. Feeling you melt, then you smile, before your fingers come up along his neck, little touches, and then nails, before you pull back.

“You should… pay for the room now,” you say, lips twitching, a smirk wishing to bloom.

“That so?”

Nodding, you bite your lower lip. “I know you saw the things I packed in my suitcase, Javi.”

Tracing his lower lip with his thumb, he smirks, slowly—before nodding.

Turning to face the desk, he presses the bell once, twice, thrice—all insistent as you snigger by his side. He’s about to press it again, almost shouting to call someone, when he feels you nudge him—moving closer, arm coming around his waist as he feels his cheeks warm as you stare up at him.

Fuck, you’re beautiful.

“I’m taking you out tonight, too. Just so you know.”

Narrowing your eyes, you give him a lopsided smile as you swallow. “Can I pay half?”

“You can argue with me about it. Yeah,” he says, kissing your forehead before hammering his palm on the bell all over again.

an: thank you for all the love on this, i can't even put into words how much i appreciate it and you. this chapter i was dreading, as it sets up so much for the next, but i hope it was worth it, as always xx

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lieutnt · 1 year

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morning, love

Trans!Captain John Price x Male Reader Summary: Price discovers the best way to get you motivated in the morning. Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Morning sex, fingering, unprotected, creampie.

Your eyelids flutter with each gentle kiss pressed into your chest, a groan of displeasure rising in your throat at being dragged from the depths of unconsciousness. You attempt to burrow back under the covers, pulling them up to hide underneath only to hear a soft chuckle from Price before he pulls them back down again. “We have to get up soon, love.”

Grunting in response you were close to drifting off again, body almost succumbing to slumber when Price pressed himself against you, the heat radiating from his body having the opposite intended effect and making it harder to open your eyes.

Distracted by trying to fall back asleep you almost miss the way he trails a hand dangerously low down your abdomen, fingers playing the waistband of your boxers. “Guess I’ll have to deal with my problem myself.” That made your eyes finally flicker open, taking a few seconds to adjust to the light streaming around the edges of the curtains before Price came into focus, staring at you with a sly grin on his face. He huffed in amusement, “Thought that’d wake you up.”

Humming in acknowledgement you angled your head forward just enough so that your forehead could rest against his. “What problem’s that?” You ask, tone still thick with sleep.

“Check for yourself.” Price threw his leg over your hip and grabbed one of your hands by the wrist, guiding it down and to his boxers. It doesn’t take long to find his ‘problem’, the crotch of his boxers damp and desperately clinging to his skin.

That woke you up. “So wet already?” You ask, lazily skirting your fingers over the bulge where his cunt sits. He exhales slightly harder when you press against his pussy, fingers drifting up to rub small circles on his clit through the fabric.

Price groans, throwing his arms around you to pull you into a desperate kiss, lips parting in response when your tongue swipes against them. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, moaning into your mouth when your tongues connect and shifts his hips closer, trying to move with you but he soon breaks the kiss, tilting his head back as you move down to tease his jaw. “I need more.”

You disconnect long enough to tug his boxers down, only bothering to free one leg completely and letting them hang around an ankle before you’re back on him, capturing his mouth again and feeling his sigh of relief when your fingers brush against his soaked folds, slowly beginning to stroke the swollen lips of his puffy cunt and spread his arousal. The moan he lets out when you push one finger inside has your cock twitching in arousal, blood beginning to pool south as you press against his spongy walls, his cunt already trying to pull you in deeper.

A second finger easily slips in, and when you curl them he gasps, hips twitching in response as you begin to scissor them, stretching him open in an uneven rhythm before curling them again, fingertips striking the soft spot inside him that has Price’s grip tightening around you. Your thumb moves up to massage tight circles on his clit, his cunt clenching around your digits. “Fuck- right there,” he groans.

He grinds against your fingers, rolling his hips with your rhythm as you press and press and press insistently against the soft spot inside him, the coil building with each stroke until finally it snaps, Price bucking his hips wildly as you continue your pace, drawing his orgasm out for as long as possible while he moans and trembles around your fingers. When the pleasure fizzles out you withdraw your hand, Price flopping onto his back to rest his arm against his forehead, body buzzing with the aftershocks.

Rolling onto your side you push yourself up just enough to crawl and hover over Price, cock achingly hard and resting between his thighs. “Looks like I have a problem as well,” you mumble, dipping down to brush your lips against his as you continue speaking. “Can I fuck you?” You already know the answer, but hearing him say it always sends a wave of excitement through your body.

“You’re not leaving this bed until you do,” Price growls, one hand coming up to hold you against him when your lips meet again, the kiss hungry, desperate. It’s awkward to try and push your boxers down but you eventually manage, leaving them once they’re mid-thigh and you can take hold of your cock, teasing your head against Price’s clit with a few slow thrusts before angling down and inching side.

Sounds of relief and pleasure swirl between you both, Price’s cunt already hot and tight around you. Dropping down to rest on your forearms he wraps his legs around your waist, ankles almost crossing in the small of your back. Another moan fills the air when you sink deeper and start off slow, rolling your hips while you gasp into each other's mouths, the soft squelching of his wet cunt only increasing your desire - to know that you’re the one who makes him so wet.

“You’re so perfect around me, fuck-” A moan cuts off your praises, Price clenching around you at your words. “I want to keep you here all day, keep you split open on my cock while I fuck you again and again.” You punctuate your words by drawing out until just your tip is inside and punching back in, knocking the air from Price’s lungs.

Giving him little time to recover you set a new pace, skin slapping against skin as his hole stretches to accommodate your unruly thrusts, each push filling him completely. You snake a hand down to toy with his clit, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves between your fingers as he jolts around you, head collapsing back in pleasure.

Price pants a combination of breathy “Ohhh’s” and curses into the air, body moving in time with yours. It’s one of the best sounds you can hear, a man so normally reserved crumbling underneath you.

You’re already close - the tight, wet, heat too much for your body. “Tell me you’re close, shit, I can’t last much longer.” You beg, almost on the precipice. Normally you would feel bad, about to cum so quickly, but with Price, he’s always either one step ahead or following close behind.

He nods in confirmation, “Please, please, please- keep going.” How desperate Price gets when he’s close to cumming never fails to ignite the fire in your belly, so unlike his usual self who gives and gives and gives. In these moments you encourage him to be selfish, to take the pleasure he wants that you’re so willing to give. So you do, fucking him hard and deep, circling his clit until his hips are attempting to arch up as he falls over the edge.

His cunt pulls you in and clenches like a vice as he cums, mingled chants of curses pouring from his lips as his body trembles around you. It’s enough to pull you over, your cum hot and thick as you fill him - both of you able to feel each new rope that pools inside as his walls pulse around you, desperately trying to keep your cum inside as a creamy ring forms around where you’re joined, your cock acting as a plug to keep him filled. You grind forwards in blind pleasure, seeking the edge of your orgasm as each burst of cum steadily grows weaker.

Hips coming to a stop once you’re balancing on the edge between pleasure and overstimulation you let yourself collapse on his chest, Price loosening the lock his legs have around your waist. Neither of you speak, only the last remnants of your joined moans as Price’s cunt twitches around you.

Time loses all meaning as you remain pressed against one another, unsure of how long you do, but Price cuts through the silence first, quickly glancing at the clock and then towards you. He always recovers quickly. “Shit love, we really should get a move on.” He tries to sit up but you remain still, keeping him pinned under your body and dismissing his statement with a grunt. He sighs and relaxes back onto the bed, dull nails scratching down your back in teasing motions. “If we go now we might have time for you to fuck me in the shower.”

Your interest peaks, head tilting up to smack your lips against his, body suddenly invigorated before finally lifting yourself off him and sitting back. “You have a deal.”

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fluloa · 1 year

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Could you possibly write something with a human or Avatar reader + Jake and Tsu'tey?

I love the idea of the possessive love triangle that leads into competitive sex with the reader in the middle 🤭

juuuust thinking abt them fighting over you while they both fuck your brains out. screaming

warnings — threesome, degradation, praise, basically being used as a cocksleeve, overstim, bit of crying, both boys getting pussy drunk FERAL

“Ooh— girl, that’s it. Squeeze just like that, sweetheart,” Jake dazes. You’re sat in his lap, legs whipped open and up in the air with his arms supporting them lazily, fucking you slow and steady with the fat of his cock.

Tsu’tey is in front of you, massaging and licking and kissing at your breasts like some juicy, ripe fruit that he just can’t get enough of. “What a whore of a woman,” he throatily grumbles. “Taking two men at the same time and enjoying it.”

You whine at his cruel words, head tilting back as his teeth grazes the skin of your left breast, then skimming up to swirl his hot tongue around your wet nipple.

“Oh, come on, Tsu’tey,” Jake pants, giving a lazy kiss to your sweat-glistened neck. “Bein’ a good woman for us, huh, sweet girl? Mmph, pussy’s good too, gonna have me cummin’ quick.”

Your hips twitch against him, choking out a moan when his cock hits a deeper spot than before.

“She’ll be full with your baby,” Tsu’tey spits out, giving the middle of your breasts a sloppy kiss. You whimper, walls convulsing around Jake and he laughs, the sound breathy and hot.

“Oh, she liked that. Like the thought of that, baby? Baby with a baby. Gonna be my baby with a baby, hm?” Jake groans, his fingers digging into the perky bone of your hips.

Tsu’tey grunts, shifting his hands to the curve of your waist. “My turn.”

“Nah-ah. Me first,” Jake insists, caging an arm over your tummy and digging his head into the back of your hair and into your hair to drag his point.

“You can have her mouth,” Tsu’tey bites back, attempting to reason but it doesn’t matter because he’s already snatching you from Jake, pulling you off his cock and you make a whine-filled noise at the loss of him.

“See? She’s crying for me. Aren’t you, my sweet girl?” Jake emphasises, a grin stretching at his mouth. Tsu’tey forcibly flips you on all fours, your face in line with Jake’s cock and your pulsing cunt in line with Tsu’tey’s body. The cold air bites at your opening, leaving you a panting, sloppy mess and both men appreciate the scene. Tsu’tey glides a hand along the curve of your ass, thumb pressing ruthlessly at your clit and it has you whining, practically begging for something bigger than that.

Then he grips at your hips, before teasing his cock around your entrance with a loose circle of his hips, and then he pushes in completely, filling you up heavy with the girth of his warm length. Jake watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, and a jealousy flares up his chest. “Hey, baby, eyes on me. You gonna take both of us? Gonna make me happy too?”

You nod lazily, head flopping down as your eyelashes flutter and you look so damn adorable and fuckable, he could bust a nut just at the view of you. But he doesn’t, and he grips your jaw, directing you to his angry tip that oozes clear, slightly glowed pre-cum.

“Looks good, huh?” Jake mumbles before begins to push your head lower, taking him into the sweet hot cavern of your mouth. “Ah, just suckle it, easy, easy… mm, there we go. Yeah, uh-huh, that’s a girl…”

Tsu’tey pushes the middle of your back down, creating an arch and he begins a pace, a pace that is tougher and less forgiving than Jake’s, a pace that has your elbows wobbling from underneath you. “Exkin," Tsu'tey breathes out. Tight.

"Warm too. Ain't that right? Huh, girl?" Jake tilts his head down to you, lowering you onto his cock pretending you can talk with it stuffed down your mouth. Tsu'tey slams his cock into your pussy, leading for a moan to erupt from your throat and vibrate against Jake's dick. He grunts, wiping hair out from your face and tucking it behind your ear. The sight of your perfect little lips wrapped tightly around his cock makes his head spin, makes it twitch in your mouth and as him threading his fingers through your tangled hair.

"Little moaning mess." Tsu'tey sighs, giving your thigh a slap and you jolt, dipping Jake's cock furthur down your mouth and the damp tip smacks the back of your throat. "So beautiful, and greedy, you're sucking me in hard. Loving my cock, mm?"

Jake chuckles under his breath, giving your chin a jolt upwards to see your face better. "She's lovin' mine more. Ain't that right, sweet girl? Say you love it more for me." He prods you, giving your cheek a single gentle pat like some sort of father giving his kid a piece of reassurance. You only produce a whimpery moan in response. "Taking that as a yes."

"I took it as a no," Tsu'tey murmurs and leans his head over to start trailing possessive kisses down the upper of your back, leaving a trail of spikey goosebumps on his way. "My cock is the one that's in her pussy."

Your ears perk up to the sound of a low growl vibrating from Jake's chest, and when you gather enough strength to look up, his eyes are darkened with fury. It is not easy to share a female amongst two men, especially if it's Jake and Tsu'tey. It's only a matter of time before things take an instinctive side. Only a matter of time before they start fighting over you.

You poor girl. You’re absolutely getting tossed around, and just trying to get a release when all they’re doing is snatching you away from the other man, and slipping their cocks into your sweet pussy before it gets whipped away from you again. And it’s a cycle. Jake’s cock is in you, and then nothing, then Tsu’tey’s is in you, and then nothing again. Acting like two vicious dogs fighting over a big, juicy bone.

“Had her first. She even wants me more, look at this face,” she grabs at your chin with his thick fingers, shoving your face up to Tsu’tey, shaking it a little and you can’t even bother to complain at the humiliation.

“That is a face of boredom. She needs me, not you!” Tsu’tey snaps, pushing Jake’s body and making him straight up fall onto his ass, straight into the dirt. As Tsu’tey prepares to take you from behind, fingers just grazing at your skin, Jake pounces onto him, tossing him aside. A hiss even leaves his mouth, caging your exhausted body in his arms as his dick slips half into your cunt.

You wonder if you’d ever be able to actually get fucked for more than ten seconds now.

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Chapter 3

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Vampire Levi x fem!reader

Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, protective Levi, on top of the clothes, slight smut.

This chapter: Levi takes care of you and shows you the wonders of your body. He does some on-top-of-the-clothes fun and gives you your first-ever orgasm. He also gives you a relaxing bath. Levi takes you to the theatre where you meet the tyrant Queen of the vampires.

Part 4

The moonlight reflecting on your skin as you slept was perfect. Levi really couldn’t stop looking at you. A few days ago the two of you exchanged blood. Since that day you had been wrapped up in Levi’s arms. Levi would not let you go and informed Mr Callahan that you were taking some time off. Mr Callahan realised when he got that message from Levi’s carriage driver, that you were Levi’s and Lord Demont had lost his opportunity to court you.

Levi perked up when you inhaled deeply and rolled to face him. A sweet grin spread on his lips when you snuggled against him and clung to his body. In an instant, Levi’s arms were around you and kisses smothered your face. He was just so full of love for you that he couldn’t contain it. He just wanted to shower you with his devotion and adoration.

You opened your eyes as you giggled at Levi’s actions. “Good morning.” You frowned a little. “Wait, it’s evening…”

“The sun has just set, but I would call this morning.”

You sat up and stretched your joints making them click. “Mm. It’s a lovely night.”

Levi wrapped his arms around your stomach before slowly kissing up your back to your shoulder. A deep growl rumbled in his chest. “I want to bite you and kiss you and touch you and hold you.”

You shivered at his words and his breath hitting your skin. You tilted your head to the side as you felt intoxicated by his words. “Please, please feed from me.”

Levi moved closer to you, wrapped his hand around your neck as his other hand gripped your stomach. He tilted your head to the side and inhaled deeply. “Thank you.” He kissed your shoulder over and over. He dragged his tongue over where he wanted to bite and enjoyed how hot your skin was. He bared his fangs and bit down hard on your shoulder. He gripped you tighter as blood pumped into his mouth. He sucked and lapped up the blood before cutting his tongue and dragging it over the wound. “Delicious.”

You moaned a little. “Levi, I feel cold.”

He hugged you tightly. “I think it’s because you have low blood pressure, my darling.” He squeezed you. “We have to get that up. I’ll keep you nice and warm.”

“Thank you.”

He turned you sideways and held you against him. “How about a hot bath?”

You gasped in delight. “Please!”

“I’ll give you a bath, massage you and make you a delicious meal.”

You snuggled up to Levi. “Mm, thank you.”

He wrapped you up in a blanket before leaving you to sit on the bed. “Wait here, okay? I’m going to start the bath.”

You flopped back down into the bed and gazed up at the beautifully decorated ceiling. Though you’d been here for a few days, Levi hadn’t touched you with sexual intentions. It was just pure tension between the two of you. You wanted Levi to take you, but you were also worried about how things would go and what would happen due to you being a virgin. You were hoping Levi wouldn’t mind.

You squealed when Levi dove onto the bed and climbed up it. You blushed as he placed his hands on the bed on either side of your head. “Levi.”

He leaned down towards you. “I sensed you were worrying about something.”

You caressed Levi’s cheek. “You felt that through the blood?”

He turned his head and kissed the palm of your hand. “I did. So, talk to me.”

“Does it bother you that I’m a virgin?”

He nipped your hand and smirked. “Not at all. Do not worry, my love. I will teach you the wonders of your body and the pleasures that can come from it.”

You whined as you covered your face with your hands. Just a few words and his intense gaze rendered you into a gooey mess. “I look forward to learning.”

He tangled his fingers in your hair and kissed you. “In time, though. Give it time.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He slipped off you and lay on his side. He propped his head up and gazed down at you. “So, I have a date plan for us.” He reached over and rubbed his hand on your stomach. “How do you feel about the theatre?”

You gasped in delight. “I enjoy it. I have yet to see what it is like in the city. I can only imagine how incredible it is.”

“We shall go. I own a box we can sit in and watch as many shows as possible.”

“I would love that.”

He showered your face with kisses before jumping off the bed and jogging to the bathroom. “Ah, almost done.” He returned to you and scooped you up into his arms like a bride. “Come, my darling. I will bathe you, massage you and sing sweet nothings to you.”

You kicked your legs as you hummed a laugh. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Because I adore you.” He placed you on your feet. “I’ll look away if you wish for me to.”

You blushed a little. “For now.”

He turned and offered his hand. “Take my hand when you’re ready to get in.”

You carefully removed your night dress before taking Levi’s hand and stepping into the warm water. You wiggled down and settled in place. “I’m in.”

Levi turned around to look at you. The milky water surrounded you and covered everything up. Only the tops of your breasts could be seen by Levi. Your exposed shoulders and neck appeared so kissable and biteable to him. He sank to his knees and leaned on the edge of the bath. “I could gaze at you for eternity.”

You reached over and caressed his cheek. “Me too. You’re so handsome.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “May I wash you?”

You whined a moment as you felt a little embarrassed. “Y-Yes.”

He grabbed a sponge and began slowly rubbing it over your skin. Water rolled down his arms when he squeezed water out of the sponge. “How does this feel?”

“Wonderful. You’re so gentle.”

“Because you are delicate.” He swapped to washing your hair. He lovingly massaged products in your hair and gently washed it out. “All perfect.”

You turned in the bath a little to look at Levi. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He rose to his feet and gathered towels for you. He wrapped up your wet hair before standing and holding up the towel for your body. He turned his head and looked away. “Ready when you are.”

You climbed out and wrapped the towel around you. “All covered.”

Levi looked back at you and blushed. “You look…fuck, I wish to bite you all over again.” He yanked you against him and moaned at feeling your whole body pressed tightly. “May I kiss you?”

You blushed as your lips quivered in pleasure. “Yes.”

Lips crashed together in a loving and passionate unionship. Hands gripped and tugged at fabric. Moans and whimpers echoed off the bathroom walls. A gasp escaped you when Levi’s firm hands wrapped around your thighs and lifted. You linked your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. He gently lay you down, his lips never left yours. Instinct and need took over you as you parted your legs for Levi so he’d settle against them.

You leaned your head back as he trailed loving kisses against your skin. “Levi, please.”

He placed his forearms on either side of your head and leaned on them. “How about something light to curb your hunger?”

You pawed at his pecs as you shyly nodded. “Mm, please.”

He started rolling his hips against you. “Some light on top of the clothes pleasure.”

You panted and whimpered. “Mmmmm.”

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

You shook your head. “N-No.”

He leaned closer and kissed your neck. “Right now I’m moving against your little bundle of nerves, your pleasure button, your clit.” He dragged his tongue up your neck to your ear. “Does it feel good?”

You gasped and arched your back. “Yes.”

He gripped the sheets tightly as he panted and huffed. Levi’s cock became engorged from his actions, your body and your soft moans. He admired how blown your pupils were, the needy look in your eyes and the desire to be loved by him. He gently pressed his lips against yours and hummed in delight as he kissed you. He smiled into the kiss when you wrapped your arms around Levi and started moving your hips with him.

You pulled from Levi’s lips. “A-Ah, what i-is happening?”

Levi panted. “Your body is close to an orgasm. Is it your first?”

You nodded. “I’ve n-never had one.” You wiggled under Levi. “Ah.” You pressed Levi with your thighs. “Mm.” You clenched up tighter. “Mmmm.”

Levi nipped your earlobe. “Let it happen, my love. Let go.”

You bucked against him when you felt the pop inside your body. You moaned and shivered under Levi as you felt a pleasurable burning rush go through your entire body. You bit Levi's shoulder hard as you tried to contain your moans. Your actions set Levi off causing him to cum hard against you. He shivered and moaned with you. He moved his hips for a bit longer before you both came to a stop.

Levi panted and smiled at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded as your heart fluttered. “Yes. Are you?”

“Of course.”

You covered your mouth with your hands and giggled. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

He rubbed your cheek sweetly. “We’ll slowly explore different things together.” He pulled back from you. “I will clean you up before you change.”

“Thank you.”

With delicate touches, Levi made sure you were cleaned up. A maid was welcomed into the room allowing you to be dressed up in a nice corset and a beautiful dress gifted to you by Levi. You thanked the kind maid and joined Levi in the hall to see he was all dressed up in a wonderful suit. As you lifted your dress a little you bowed to him.

Levi smiled sweetly. “There is no need to bow to me.” He took your hand and placed a loving kiss on your hand. “You are my lover. You are higher than myself.”

You gasped. “Oh, no, no, you are a Lord and I’m just a commoner. Plus, you said you are a pure-blood vampire, so I can imagine you are high up in rankings.”

He put his arm around you and guided you down the hall. “You are a divine being to me. Therefore, you are higher.” He leaned closer and whispered. “Besides, no matter what you say to my workers, they will treat you better than me because you are the first and only woman I have brought home to them. They are rather excited.”

Your cheeks heated up. “That makes me feel special.”

“Because you are. Now, let’s get you fed.”

You gasped as the double doors were opened to reveal a grand dining room with a table covered in delicious food. “My goodness.”

Levi walked over to a chair and dragged it out. “Please, take a seat and help yourself. Eat as much as you like.”

“Thank you.”

A welcoming smile spread over your lips as the maid did the last touches to your makeup. “Thank you.”

Mabel pulled back and grinned at you. “You’re most welcome. You are so pretty, my lady.” She checked your hair she had put up. “I am looking forward to your wedding day.”

You blushed. “I uh…”

“My Lord will marry you, I can feel it.”

“I hope he does feel that way. I do not know what it is, but there is this magnetic pull between us.”

A shiver ran down your spine as the sound of smart shoes tapping on the wooden floor got closer. The handle on the door slowly turned making your heart race. Every cell in your body was excited because Levi was coming to see you. It was like you were bound to Levi, connected to him and desperately needed him. He was so regal-looking when he slipped into your room with a suit on and cravat.

Levi glanced over at you causing a smile to slowly spread over his lips. “Look at you.” He moved closer as Mabel shifted out of the way. “The dress looks perfect on you.”

Mabel giggled. “She wears it so well.”

Levi caressed your cheek. “Her hair is perfect too. Well done, Mabel.”

“She is the perfect lady.”

Levi held your chin and lifted your head. “She really is.” He kissed you and hummed. “I have the perfect jewellery for you. I bought it just for tonight.”

You lowered your head as you felt flustered by how much love you were being showered in. “You spoil me too much.”

He stood behind you and placed a necklace on you. “I need to spoil you more.”

Mabel clasped her hands together. “You deserve the world, my lady.”

You lightly touched your necklace. “I…well…”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and kissed the side of your head. “You do.” He released you and offered his hand. “Come, we have a show to see.”

You took his hand and walked with him through the home until you reached the front door where all the staff excitedly waited. A soft and comforting cloak was wrapped around you to keep you warm. You were flustered by how much your life had changed in a short amount of time. From a simple town life to now living with Levi in his manor with many staff doting on you. It seemed like you would work until you died, but Levi was offering you a more perfect life. Although you couldn’t fully comprehend eternity with Levi, you were still hoping he would offer it someday.

Levi’s gentle tug on your body as he pulled you onto his lap awoke you from your thoughts. Levi kissed your cheek and gently smiled. “Something on your mind?”

You hummed as you reflected on your thoughts and if you should talk to Levi about it. “I was thinking about us.”

“Oh?”

You nodded as you fiddled with your dress. “Well, my life has changed so much since you entered it. I feel blessed and spoiled.” He whined a moment. “A-And I was thinking about being with you for um…”

A charming smile spread on his lips. “Eternity?”

You nodded. “Mm.”

He nuzzled your neck. “So, would you say, you love me?”

You gulped hard as the word throbbed inside you. “I…”

“Because I love you.” He smiled when you looked at him in shock. “I mean it.” He cupped your face and said your name. “I love you. Do you love me?”

“Y-Yes.” You lowered your gaze as you whined. “My heart is racing so much.”

Levi chuckled. “You are adorable.” He leaned closer and kissed your ear before whispering. “I could just eat you up.”

You locked eyes with Levi. “Please do.”

This time Levi was the one to blush hard. He slammed you against the carriage seat and growled at you which showed off his fangs. “If you insist.”

You placed your fingers over his lips. “May I pick the spot?”

“Of course.”

You lightly touched the top of your left breast which was pressed so right by your corset and red dress. “Here.”

Levi smirked. “You spoil me.” He covered the tops of your breasts in kisses. He opened his mouth and little and bit down on your plump breast. A deep moan escaped Levi as you mewled in delight. He pulled back and gasped. “Delicious.”

You purred. “Don’t heal it. I want people to know that I belong to you.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “Tch, fuck.” He lay against you and sighed. “You are saying such tantalizing words. You know just the right things to say to a vampire.” Jealous and possessive thoughts entered his mind. A growl escaped Levi as he hugged you tightly. “How do you know what to say?”

You played with Levi’s hair. “I know what you’re thinking. No, I have never been with another vampire or a human. You are my first in everything and will be my last. I don’t think I could ever love another single person the way I love you.”

Levi leaned up and released a long sigh. “I feel as if I am a demon who is praying upon an innocent virgin angel.”

You giggled. “I’m no angel.”

“That so?”

You pushed Levi to sit up and then straddled him. “I may not have given my virginity away, but I still desire your thick and throbbing member inside me. I want to feel you deep. I want to connect with you. I…I want you…to…spill your seed deep within me.”

Levi grabbed your neck and pulled you closer to him. “Such arousing words. Who knew you were a naughty brat, hmm?” His gaze flicked to the carriage door. “We shall continue this later. We have a show to see.” He shifted you off him and kissed your cheek. “Good girl.” He left the carriage first before turning to you and offering his hand. “Come.”

You gently took his hand and stepped out of the carriage to see the lanterns were all lit, the street was busy and the people were dressed so elegantly. You stumbled a little when Levi tugged you against him and held you close. “Levi?”

He looked down at you. “Don’t leave my side, okay? I might be nice, but there are a lot of my kind and those linked with vampires that aren’t.”

“I’ll stay by your side. Oh, but what if I need the bathroom?”

He walked with you inside. “The box we will be in has its own bathroom, we also have an attendant. We’re very safe there.” He took you to the reception desk. “Lord Levi Ackerman.”

The attendant bowed to him. “Welcome, my Lord. Please follow the butler here to your box.”

“Thank you.” Levi pulled you along and up the stairs. “Ignore their stares.”

You flinched a little at Levi’s words. You were surprised that Levi noticed that the gazes around you were getting to you. As soon as you had left the safety of the carriage a foreboding aura flowed around you. The tension in the air was thick like bog water. Though not all were looking directly at you, they were still aware of you and eyeing you up. They weren’t staring at you like a bag of blood, but merely as some lowly person who had just walked into the world of Gods.

It was clear to you that they didn’t believe you belonged here. Mocking smirks were hidden behind hands and fans, but you could still see them. Their disgust and view of you were understandable, seeing as you had just walked right into such a huge and grand theatre. Even though you were dressed up like a rich person, you were new to this group of people and you stood out.

You released a long sigh. “I’m sorry I’m causing people to stare.”

“They’re just jealous of how beautiful you are.” He stopped by the top of the stairs so everyone could see you both. He removed your cape to show off your body and beauty to them all. He smiled as people gasped and whispered. He kissed you and hummed. “See? You’re all mine though.”

You smiled a little. “Yes. I am yours.”

He pulled you down the hall to the last door. “I have the best box because my mother and father love the theatre, so I got it for them.” He pulled you into the room to show you a comfy lover’s seat for snuggling, a table and chairs for eating at and the views of the stage were perfect. “Get comfy, my love.”

You moved over to the seat and sat down. “Mm. This is nice.”

Levi ordered drinks and snacks for you and some blood for himself. He removed his coat and sat right next to you. “Comfy?”

You nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

Levi put his arm around you and dragged you close to him. “I’m glad.” He waited for the attendant to place the drink and food down and then leave before he started kissing you. “Help yourself to the food and drink here.”

You hummed as you looked everything over. “There’s so much.”

Levi blushed. “Sorry, I’m not used to feeding a human.” He gasped a little. “I didn’t mean to make it sound like you are a pet. I uh…I’m doing terrible. This is a bad date.”

You played with his hair a little. “I didn’t take offence. You have spent so many years around your own kind. I’m the first human you want to keep around for a long time.”

Levi growled before tackling you back down onto the sofa making you squeal in delight. “You say so many wonderful things. I just want to eat you up.”

“I’ve told you, Levi, you are welcome to.” You nibbled your lip. “But nothing too naughty in public.”

He sat up and dragged you to sit on his lap. He nipped and kissed your neck. “I love you.”

You smiled at Levi. “I love you too.” You picked up a drink and sipped it. “Mm sweet.”

Levi nipped and sucked your neck. “You’re sweeter.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I am.” He squeezed your thigh as he smiled.”

You giggled. “Then bite me.”

Levi pulled back from you as he blushed. “I meant another kind of hungry.”

Your heart raced. “Well, that can wait when we’re home.” You fiddled with your glass. “May I ask about my job? I have been off work for two weeks.”

Levi rubbed your thigh and purred. “Quit your job.”

“Oh, but all I’ve ever known is work and it was really hard for me as a woman to get a job like that.”

He kissed your cheek. “Well, you can always work for me and my friend Erwin. We need some extra help with paperwork. It's hard work being a vampire Lord. We need to do a lot of work and having someone assist us would be wonderful.” He nuzzled his nose against yours. “I will pay you double what you are getting now, no, triple.”

The news shocked you. “What? Really? I um…wow…”

“You can live with me as well.” He rubbed your cheek and then played with a bit of your hair. “Besides, I plan on making you my bride. So, this job will teach you about how a Lady runs her land and estate.”

A bride. Levi’s bride. Nothing excited you more. It had only been a month since you first started getting to know Levi. To most, this would seem fast but that was just how things were during this time. Plus, Levi was madly in love with you. You could have sworn that every time this man looked at you, there were little hearts in his eyes.

He squeezed you to gain your attention. “Please? Stay with me. Be with me.”

You fiddled with your dress. “Yes. I will take the job and I will be with you.”

He took your left hand and nipped your ring finger. “You have no idea how happy this makes me.”

You heard a commotion and a fuss being made. “What’s happening?”

Levi looked across to the other boxes to see someone he hated with every fibre of his being. Entering the most expensive and glamorous box was the vampire Queen. Behind her was her brother, the prince and holding her hand and whispering sweet nothing into her ear was Lucius, who had clearly moved on from you, or was using the Queen for money.

Levi released a long sigh. “That is the vampire Queen with her brother.” He turned your head and made you look at him. “Promise me this, okay? Stay far away from her. Don’t ever be alone with her if she pesters you. She is dangerous. Do you understand?”

You nodded. “I promise, I’ll never go near her.”

“Thank you.” He hugged you tightly. “I’ll protect you at all costs from her.”

The desperation in Levi’s voice made it clear that this woman was truly evil and dangerous. “I promise.”

“Good girl.”

Rosaline Monroe was from one of the most ancient vampire families, along with the Ackermans, the Smiths and two others. She was cut-throat and deadly in both ideas and looks. She was known for being heartless to those around her. Taking many lovers over the years, she left broken men and women in her path longing to be her one and only. The only person she ever truly wanted as hers was Levi. An obsession and need had festered and plagued her for years, it was driving her insane how much she wanted Levi, but he escaped her clutches.

She was breathtaking to those who gazed upon her. She was tall with dark brown wavy locks that were right now tied up. She had a few thick loose strands that framed her perfect oval. Her nose was slender but the end was a cute little button. Her plump lips were always painted red to match her piercing red eyes. Her bosom was always pressed in a corset and lifted. Clothes were always too tight on her because she wanted to show off her slim figure, even if it cost her a bit of pain, but some claimed she enjoyed it. Rosaline always topped off her outfit with a high collar to frame her perfect face. Her voice was alluring and a little deep, her laugh was loud and infectious. Everything about her was perfectly planned by her.

Her brother was rather similar, but he had a few screws loose. Damian Monroe had long flowing black hair that he often kept down or had a bit of it up. He was tall and had a charming smile that made any woman weak. He was slender and muscular. He had delicate lips and a diamond-shaped face that made him look model-like. He was always wearing the most fashionable of clothes that allowed him to show off his slim waist and muscular body. He enjoyed being loved and admired by people. He wanted to be wanted.

Damian was a little different from his elder sister. He wasn’t one to take countless lovers and make them obsessed with him, he was far more selective. He was trying hard to find the most perfect woman and it was hard. He had taken a few lovers and turned some into vampires when he thought he had the right one but it didn’t work out. It was as if these women became obsessive and wild vampires, almost feral. So, he had ended a lot of their lives or sent others far away. He was beginning to get bored. Damian wasn’t the best of people, but he was better than his sister.

Rosaline left many victims of her wrath in her path and one of them was her own younger brother. It was like she took extra pleasure in hurting him and keeping him in line. Being a pure-blood meant they were immune to most things, but silver would give them a bit of a burn and the longer the silver was on them the more it burned and caused damage. The blood of dead people would make them vomit and give them great pain as well. She would force-feed him dead blood and lay a blanket of silver on his naked body under the light of the sun for days until he apologised or complied with her.

If Damian had a choice, he would want his sister to suffer greatly before she was beheaded. It was in the best interest of the development of vampires and humans for Rosaline to go. She held back development and progress because she wanted all the power for herself, she had no one ruling under her so a lot of lands were neglected and fell apart. Vampires didn’t want to hide anymore, but she enforced the rule of hiding.

The Monroes were marvelled for their beauty and power, but also because there were two of them. Pure-blooded vampires could have children, but the chances of conceiving were incredibly low. So, a lot of the time pure-bloods only had one child, so for there to be two children was a blessing and the children and parents were to be seen as powerful beings. So, if Levi were to turn you into a vampire to be with him, there was a chance of a child, unless there was something special about the two of you and there could be more.

Rosaline glanced over to Levi’s box and snarled when she saw him hugging you tightly, kissing you and making you giggle. “Disgusting.”

Damian yawned. “What is it now, sister?”

“Look at her. That human has no grace or manners. Look at her.” Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. “Throwing herself at my Levi.”

“Sweet sister, he was never yours. He has made that clear.” He flicked his red eyes over to you and felt his heart race. “What a beauty she is. Mm…and a human no less.” He leaned on the bannister. “Now I’m interested.”

“Why would you want to waste your time on something like that? There are so many things wrong with her.”

Damian chuckled. “Everything is right with her. We have different tastes, dear sister and I see a beautiful creature.”

She flicked her fan open and smirked a little. “Well, knowing you like her could work in my favour. Let’s play our little love game, Levi.”

Lucius sat next to the Queen and said your name. “That’s her name. She is a delicate creature and there is something about her that is…alluring to vampires. She has this…delicious scent. I tried to woo her but failed. The day of our date I was too busy staring at her instead of taking her on a date and Levi swooped in.”

Rosaline watched Lucius kiss up her arm. “She has special blood?”

“I believe so.”

“Mm, then maybe I’ll use her as a blood bag for a while and Damian can sleep with her.”

Damian chuckled and sat back. “I will make her my bride.”

Rosaline held her head high. “You better. I’m entrusting you with that task. Levi must be mine.”

You frowned a little when you noticed you were being stared at by the Prince. “Levi? The Prince keeps staring.”

Levi cupped the side of your face with one hand and turned your head. “Don’t look at him, look at me.”

Your cheeks burned. “Yes, Levi.”

He kissed you and hummed. “The show is about to start.” He turned you on his lap and hugged you from behind. “I hope you enjoy.”

With wide eyes in awe, you watched the opera about a romance between a vampire and a human. You felt a rush of different emotions, from joy to horror and anxiety. It was a beautiful combination and you were really routing for the couple. The colours and sets were mesmerising and the music was just as beautiful.

Tears filled your eyes as you got emotional at the beautiful romantic end of the first act. You turned to Levi. “They’re so cute. Do they get a happy ending?”

Levi whined a little. “Uh…well…”

You welled up. “Levi?”

He pinched your cheek. “How about we leave now and say they do?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He wiped your tears away. “No more crying, okay? Our romance is time times better than theirs.” He stood with you and slowly walked down the stairs. “How about we enjoy some cake at my home?”

You grinned. “Yes please, I love cake.”

“Lord Levi.”

Levi pushed you behind him as Rosaline stood before you both in the entrance hall with her brother and new lover. “Queen Monroe.”

She flicked her fan closed and hummed a laugh. She moved closer to Levi and tapped the end of the fan against his chest. “Come now, Lord Levi, we’re on a first-name basis. It’s Rosaline.” She dragged her fan down his chest. “We know each other very well, so don’t cast that aside.”

“Tch, your lies are pathetic. I’ve never had anything to do with you.” He swatted her fan away. “Stop trying to have me.”

You squeaked when you were pulled away from Levi and slammed into the Prince’s chest. “A-Ah.”

Damian danced with you slowly as he hummed a laugh. “You are such a delicate beauty.” He dipped you and smirked. “I must have you.”

You wiggled free and slapped him across the face making him release you. “Don’t touch me.”

Damian touched his cheek. “No one has ever laid a hand on me before,” he smirked at you “I like it.” He moved closer. “Do it again.”

You hurried over to Levi and dove into his arms. “Levi!”

Levi scooped you up into his arms like a bride. “I’ve got you.” He glared at the Queen and Prince. “I’ve told you both, I am done with the vampire world. I made my own power. I made my own mark in this city, you just annoyingly followed. I have no connection to you and I owe you nothing.” He looked down at you. “Come now, my sweet love I owe you a delicious cake.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

Levi squeezed you. “I love you too.” He carried you outside and into his carriage. “I’m sorry you met them, it wasn’t my intention. I should have done better to protect you.”

You kissed his cheek over and over again. “You did perfectly.” You cupped his face. “I’m safe, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

You tapped your forehead against his. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”

He perked up. “You did?”

You nodded. “Uh-huh. It was the best. The play was so pretty and the singing so sweet.” You pressed your lips together as you thought. “I have something to cheer you up.”

“Oh?”

You kissed the crook of Levi’s neck just a little before biting him playfully. “How about that?”

Levi chuckled. “It’s like a little bunny is biting me.”

You pouted at him. “Bunny? I’m deadly.”

“Sure you are.”

You opened the front of your dress to show off your corset-pressed breasts. “How’s this for a so-called bunny?”

Levi growled. “Boobs.”

You pulled his head down against them. “All yours.”

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slippinmickeys · 6 months

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A few prompts for you or anyone indspired. What advice did Frohike give Mulder about going after Scully? What were Mulder's thoughts the first time Mulder sees Scully dressed up? What were Scullys thoughts when she realized that she loves Mulder or that he loves her? What was their first time like? What was their first kiss like? What prompted their first kiss? What are their feelings for each other compared to the past lovers?

I’m in a weird mood (see also: insomnia), so I took ‘what prompted their first kiss’ and kinda went with it.

“Hey, Scully.”

She turns to look at him over a navy shoulder pad. He’s got a look about him which gives her the same pleasantly repellent feeling as peeling off a scab.

“What’s the largest lake in the world?” he asks.

Ah. A test. He clearly knows the answer and is leading her somewhere.

“The Caspian Sea,” she says.

His face falls. “That’s an oceanic basin. And a sea. Hence the name.”

His smart mouth could use a little sassing, and so she decides to split hairs, turns her chair square towards him.

“Okay,” she says. “If you’re insistent on limiting it to the specific typology of freshwater, by volume, Lake Baikal in Russia is the largest—“

He groans, flops back in his chair.

“Fine,” she says, breathing through her nose. She was showing off, anyway. “It’s Lake Superior.” She could really be a bitch and point out that technically, Lakes Huron and Michigan are connected, even if it’s only a five mile stretch, thus technically one lake, and together they are bigger in square mileage by almost half. But he seems pleased, so she won’t.

“And do you know the biggest island in Lake Superior?”

Only because Charlie went through a pretty serious National Park phase does she know the answer, and only then because it’s the least visited of all the parks in the NPS and thus a trivia question, but she answers, with a fair amount of intellectual swagger:

“Isle Royale.”

“That’s right.” God, he’s not even impressed. It’s fucking annoying. “And did you know that the largest lake on Isle Royale is Siskiwit Lake, which has several islands, the largest of which is Ryan Island?”

Oh god, she thinks. She knows where he’s going with this.

“So,” he goes on. “On Ryan Island, there’s a pond. And in that pond, there’s a boulder.”

She pinches the skin at the bridge of her nose.

“So. That boulder becomes the largest island in the largest lake on the largest island in the largest lake on the largest island in the largest lake in the world.”

He’s pleased with himself, and strafes a thumb over the stubble on his jaw. He tilts his head back so he’s looking at her through fawny lashes, tilts it so she can see his overbite.

“I’m going to go walk into traffic,” she says.

She will, too. She’ll either walk into traffic or over to his office chair where she’ll straddle his lap and wipe that smirk off his face, stick her tongue down his throat, triple his dry cleaning bill.

“Did you know sharks have been around longer than trees?”

She’s in motion before her brain registers what she’s doing, the scrape of her heels on the gritty office floor producing a trembling cortical pulse, then his silk tie in her fist, his eyebrows to his hairline. He’ll think twice before opening that smart mouth again. He’ll think twice. He’ll think.

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #asks #prompt

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Oooh for soft prompts, maybe Buck + 23 (waking up)?

thank you for the prompt! I hope this is to your liking 💜

Buck wakes up feeling warm. Not fever-warm or overheated-warm, but perfectly cozy, snuggled under his duvet with the cool air from the AC ghosting over his face. The early morning sunlight has just started to filter into the loft, slipping through the cracks in his blackout blinds. And the warm body pressed close behind him only adds to the quiet repose of the morning. Buck is perfectly content to remain snuggled in bed for another couple hours when Eddie’s arm around his waist tightens, pulling him even closer against Eddie’s chest. Smiling, Buck closes his eyes. He kinda wants to see what Eddie’s plan is this morning to wake him up.

Eddie’s hand slips under Buck’s t-shirt, rubbing gentle circles on his stomach. There’s nothing suggestive about it, just slow, repetitive motions, like Eddie is indulging himself in some lazy skin-to-skin contact. Buck lets his body relax even further against Eddie’s, feeling like he might start purring at any moment. Then he feels Eddie’s lips press against the back of his neck. Buck barely manages to hold in his moan, but he wants to keep up this facade as long as he can. Eddie’s lips press a little more insistently at his skin, dragging along the knobs of his spine as Eddie’s teeth make an appearance. Goosebumps break out on Buck’s skin under Eddie’s ministrations. Eddie moves to Buck’s neck, biting lightly at the juncture of his neck and shoulder before Eddie’s tongue traces up his sternocleidomastoid. A kiss is pressed under Buck’s jaw, another behind his ear, and a final one against his birthmark. “I know you’re awake,” Eddie murmurs quietly, nosing at Buck’s hair. Buck can’t help but smile at that, warmth blooming under his ribs. Of course Eddie knows him well enough that he can tell when Buck’s faking sleep. Still, Buck’s enjoying this far too much to give up the game now. He keeps his eyes firmly closed as Eddie rolls him onto his back, but he can’t refrain from tilting his chin up slightly in anticipation of the kiss he knows is coming. Eddie doesn’t disappoint. Lips press softly against Buck’s mouth, a little off-centre. Before Buck can gripe, Eddie’s tongue is teasing against the seam of his lips, and Buck opens up easily, morning breath be damned. It’s a slow, lazy makeout session. Time stretches out like warm honey, and Buck almost feels like he’s sinking back into a dream when Eddie eventually pulls back. Blinking his eyes open, Buck is ready to lodge a joking complaint, but it dies in his throat at the sight of Eddie hovering above him. His hair is flattened and sticking up in all the wrong places, there’s a bruise in the shape of Buck’s mouth peeking out from the collar of his extremely low-cut black tank top, and he’s gazing at Buck with such adoration that Buck feels his insides turn to mush. “Good morning to you,” Buck says, only sounding a little breathless. Eddie grins, before leaning down to kiss him again, soft and sweet. “Happy anniversary.” Buck squints at him. He knows he crashed hard last night, but not hard enough to completely scramble his brain and forget what day it is. “What anniversary?” Eddie flops down beside him. “Wow, I can’t believe you forgot,” he says with mock disappointment. “Happy five-and-a-half weeks.” Buck shoves at him lightly. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t get the memo that we’re celebrating half-weeks now.” “I’m just appreciating all the time I have with you,” Eddie says easily. The metaphorical lightbulb clicks on in Buck’s head. There had been a moment on shift yesterday – a small, tiny moment – where Buck had taken a couple minutes too long to respond to Bobby’s headcount during a rescue. It had been nothing, really, just bad timing, but even after he’d checked in with his captain over the radio and stumbled out of the burning building, he’d thought he’d seen a glimpse of terror on Eddie’s face behind his mask. It had been gone when Buck blinked, though, and Eddie had been normal as far as Buck could tell for the rest of the shift and when they’d gone back to Buck’s loft after, so he’d assumed he’d just imagined it. Evidently not. Buck grabs Eddie by the shoulder and pulls him into his chest, trying to casually arrange them so that Eddie’s head is resting over his heart. Eddie doesn’t say anything, but Buck feels some of the tension bleed out of Eddie’s body as he goes boneless against him. “You can appreciate the time we get to spend uninterrupted in bed in the morning,” Buck says, snuggling himself back into a comfortable position. Having Eddie on top of him is a bonus, like the world’s best weighted blanket. “Go back to sleep.”

(also on ao3)

#911 fic #buddie fic #evan buckley x eddie diaz #myfic #softprompts #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic

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s0dium1 · 2 years

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KINK HEAD CANONS

A/n: Zoo wee this took a while, cant say I had tons of fun making it but in the end I did it! i hope you guys enjoy! The artist who did the covers art account on twitter got deleted I believe, I couldn’t find them anywhere! So if you know what platform they moved too please notify me :) Warnings: Dom!xreader, fingering, oral, blowjobs, breeding kink Characters: Geto suguru, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna Ryomen, Toji Fushiguro

Gojo Satoru- Face sitting

Gojo’s mouth on your pussy was greedy, tasting and sliding up every inch with an eager tongue. He wasted no time in dipping past your folds, licking up through them and then back down, and a strangled moan escaped your lips at the warm feeling balling up in your stomach. “Mmmmm” Gojo moaned against your pussy making your stomach twist. “Taste like heaven babe”. It had been made clear that one of Gojo’s favorite places to be was between your thighs, and so you were no stranger to the wonderful ways he could work you from where he was.Your thoughts were interrupted with just that, Gojo having brought a hand up to spread you open so that his tongue could sink in as far as it could go

Geto Suguru- Breeding kink

Geto didn’t let you go a second without being stuffed with his cock, it was a miracle you even managed to stay conscious. “Geto, i-it hurts….mmm, oh!” Tears swelled in your eyes and in one quick motion your body is flipped over, his cock not once leaving you empty. He pushes you into a mating press; knees held against your shoulders to expose your entire lower half to him, the perfect view of the hole Geto currently has his dick buried inside. The sight of you leaking around him makes his abs tighten and him groan. “Fuck doll your killin me” You let out a groan of your own at how the curvature of his dick digged itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls everytime he backed his hips up.The shuddering of his legs against you let you know he is on the verge of going over the edge, eager to be the cause of his end you buck your hips back against him helping him to get himself off to your soaked insides. Geto kept cumming inside of you, strings and strings of hot cum filling you up as he held you in his arms. It made your body shake, his load weighing at your stomach like it was forming a bulge with how much there was.

Sukuna- Fingering

It wasnt enough you needed more. More, more, more. The thought consumed you, your toes curling and uncurling over the sheets as you begged for more. “Kuna please!” You let out a pitiful whine when he jabbed another of he’s digits past your tight walls, but the momentarily satisfaction of the stretch didnt last due to his slow pace. “Faster! M’need faster” You wailed. “Greedy little thing.” Sukuna chuckled. He starts pumping his hand in earnest, covering your mouth with one large tattooed hand when you start crying out, jerking in his hold. It’s too much, the feeling of his thick fingers pressing into your sensitive walls, the wet little pap pap pap of his palm hitting your clit, the blinding ecstasy that’s coming closer and closer….

Toji- Blowjobs

“Suck.” With not an ounce of hesitance, you bring your face close to Toji’s awaiting member and allow your tongue to flop out, the warmth of your wet muscle gliding across the underside of his dick makes his thighs shudder. Your ego swells, he rarely, almost never, shows reaction when you suck him off. That simple shudder gives you the courage to bring his tip in your mouth, suckling and kissing the swollen head. Your eyes are locked with his as you do this, relishing in that subtle smirk he gives when your tongue swirls over his member, soaking the skin with your saliva.

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the pacific ocean rocks gently beneath the weight of an innocent question. bared against the glaring sun and july heat, the wood of the yacht deck is all but melting and the polyester cushions have molded themselves almost permanently to the shape of henrietta huang and mina kang’s bodies. henri can’t say for sure how many hours they have clocked sitting here, soaking up the last of the summer rays, something unspoken between them. but mina’s question breaks up some of that static silence.

how did you know you were in love?

henri watches the waves as they dip and bob, catching and sparkling with sunshine. the horizon stretches on endlessly before them, and she can’t help but be reminded of the last time she sat and watched the ocean, strong arms wrapped around her and a feeling of content growing warm inside of her.

she looks over at mina, but mina isn’t looking back. her blonde hair shines almost as brightly as the ocean, head tilted back to bring her face to the sun, eyes closed and skin striped with tan lines. the anxiety in henri’s throat is short lived.

does mina know? henri shakes her head. she doesn’t. she couldn’t. she can’t, ever.

“i don’t know,” henri answers, eyes turning back to the gentle, sparkling waves. the sweet bitterness of one glass too many lingers on the back of her tongue, the hollow feeling in her chest telling her she hasn’t eaten nearly enough to combat the four, five, six glasses of mimosa she’s had.

there were many times that she knew she was in love. even before she knew it was love, when she was still naive enough to think it wouldn’t be like that, that she wouldn’t let it get that far. touches that burned hotter than the sun, hours lost to soft words and quiet conversations. she can’t say when it began, can’t pinpoint any one moment as the start. maybe that first time, that first night. her fate was sealed then, she’s sure.

but that isn’t what mina is asking. mina is asking about theo.

“i just knew,” henri says.

“you just knew?” mina laughs, adjusting against the cushions, pulling her knees to her chest. “come on, seriously. there had to have been a moment where you thought, ‘woah, this is it’, right?”

henri shrugs. there were so many moments like that. when the realization that she was in love hit so hard she forgot to speak.

“it sounds boring, but falling in love isn’t really like running directly into a wall,” she explains, laying back against the cushions with a sigh so mina can’t look at her. she tries to put it into words. “it’s like... running down hill. you start off slow, and steady, and it’s so... it’s so easy and there’s all this momentum pushing you along and you don’t even realize that you’re going faster and faster and faster until you have to slow down, or stop, and you can’t.”

and then it’s a bit like running into a wall. or like the walls have come crashing down and there’s nowhere to take cover.

“but by the time you realize you’re going that fast, you know that you’ve already been doing it for a while, and you don’t really know when it started, or how you figured out.”

“i don’t think that sounds boring at all,” mina says. there is a longing in her voice that henri doesn’t want to think about. so instead she focuses on the footsteps she hears coming up the stairs, the obnoxious slap of wet flip-flops. both girls turn to look as sam pokes out onto the upper deck, hair pushed off his forehead with a pair of sunglasses.

“storm’s rolling in,” he tells them. “we’re going to start heading back to the shore soon, but you guys should come inside.”

henri looks back out to on the horizon, the sky clear and blue and limitless. but when she turns back to call sam a liar, on the other end of the yacht the sky has darkened, clouds rolling menacingly. and henri can’t explain why, but it makes her stomach go cold.

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11 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑺 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑹.

if she opens her mouth and speaks then she’ll never be allowed to slip away.

that’s usually how this goes, anyways. not that henri is up for much talking tonight. it’s been three hours since her flight landed in europe. she’d barely even had time to shower before she had to be here, but the quick fifteen minutes beneath the spray wasn’t nearly enough to wash away the evidence of summer that lingered on her body. the sun freckles dotted across her exposed shoulders and the tops of her cheeks, her hair that waved messily with the remnants of sea salt and humidity. her mother had only clucked her tongue in disapproval.

henri follows closely behind suah huang now, in a ballroom full of important people. the st. agathe annual committee dinner is held every year exactly a week before the start each new year. from all across the world, students and their parents, often alumni of the university themselves, travel to celebrate the prestigious school’s long lasting lineages and empty their pockets in order to ensure their children’s futures. it’s so fucking boring.

“henrietta, come say hello,” her mother ushers, snapping henri out of her thoughts. henri pulls her lips into a polite smile and steps up to suah’s side. she shakes the hand offered to her. it belongs to an older man with greying hair, probably the same age as her father if the emerging wrinkles by his eyes when he smiles at her are any indication.

the room is full of exchanges exactly like this. tight lipped smiles, firm handshakes, loosely held flutes of champagne and glasses of whiskey. a string quartet plays prettily in the corner of the room and the chandeliers hang so far above their heads that it is a little dizzying.

“stuart, this is my daughter, henrietta,” suah says. “henrietta, this is stuart mason, the head of the finance committee at st. agathe.”

“it’s nice to meet you, mr. mason,” henri says, unsure of where her mother is going with this, but knowing that this will be only the first introduction of many. they weren’t able to attend last year, as the event is only held for returning students. returning students whose parents have decided to donate, specifically. henri never bothered asking what her parents would be shoveling out, but she imagines it’s a number big enough to have stuart mason shaking her hand so eagerly.

“you as well, henrietta,” he says. “i’ve spoken with your mother over the summer. she tells me you have plans to start a campus organization this year?”

“did she?” henri asks, trying to keep her surprise hidden. she shouldn’t be surprised at all, knowing her mother. her parents had let her slide under the radar last year, allowed her to get used to the school and the rigorous academic responsibilities of university. truthfully, henri had spent that time procrastinating and partying with her friends, the same exact thing she’s been doing all summer, too. she should have known that her mother would be making these kinds of plans and promises whether henri was around or not. it’s one of the reasons she spent the entire summer abroad with mina, hopping from country to country, baking under the sun and drinking their body weight in prosecco.

“yes,” mr. mason says. “she tells me you have interest in philanthropy? i want you to know that i am always available to help with any fundraising queries or financial advice. in fact, let’s set up a meeting for next month and we can discuss your options as far as campus clubs go, how does that sound?”

henri’s fingers tighten around the stem of her glass. her mother answers for her.

“that would be lovely, stuart,” suah says. “henri will be sure to come and reintroduce herself once the semester starts. and i’ll be in touch.”

he gives them another smile and a nod, and then henri is whisked off into another handshake and forced to play along with all the promises her mother has made in her stead. she wishes she had her phone, as her eyes scan the room between conversations. she catches glimpses of her friends, familiar faces that she knows have better plans once they are all free from their parent’s talons, but henri’s not sure she can wait that long, heels tapping impatiently against the polished floors. there is a list of excuses piled up on her tongue, desperately fighting to get past her teeth, but she decides to not say anything at all.

instead, she makes a sudden, sharp left, disappearing between a group of bodies before suah can notice her daughter is no longer nipping at her heels like a dog on a leash. she moves swiftly, head ducked and shoulders tense, because the few hours since she has landed have not been enough to wash that away, either. the steady nerves and the fear that she will say the wrong thing or forget someone’s name too quickly or trip or not know the answer to a simple question someone is asking. the feelings that make her empty her glasses too quickly and make her dress feel too tight around her ribs. she just needs to pause for five minutes, not yet used to this again after a summer of sunny leisure.

she stalks past the restrooms and the bustling kitchens, away from the rumble of conversation and the heat of too many bodies and slips into quiet, chilled room, swinging the door closed behind her with a soft click. she presses her back to it and closes her eyes, shoulders lifting and falling a heaving sigh.

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s0dium · 3 years

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Kink head canons

Warnings: Dom!xreader, fingering, oral, blowjobs, breeding kink

Characters: Geto suguru, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna Ryomen, Toji Fushiguro

Gojo Satoru- Face sitting

Geto Suguru- Breeding kink

Geto didn't let you go a second without being stuffed with his cock, it was a miracle you even managed to stay conscious. “Geto, i-it hurts….mmm, oh!” Tears swelled in your eyes and in one quick motion your body is flipped over, his cock not once leaving you empty. He pushes you into a mating press; knees held against your shoulders to expose your entire lower half to him, the perfect view of the hole Geto currently has his dick buried inside. The sight of you leaking around him makes his abs tighten and him groan. “Fuck doll your killin me” You let out a groan of your own at how the curvature of his dick digged itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls everytime he backed his hips up.The shuddering of his legs against you let you know he is on the verge of going over the edge, eager to be the cause of his end you buck your hips back against him helping him to get himself off to your soaked insides. Geto kept cumming inside of you, strings and strings of hot cum filling you up as he held you in his arms. It made your body shake, his load weighing at your stomach like it was forming a bulge with how much there was.

Sukuna- Fingering

Toji- Blowjobs

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patchworkstateofmind · 2 years

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Fuck it out of you |Bucky x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/N comes home from a rough day and wants bucky to fuck the stress out of her. But Bucky is a big tease.

Words: 1.8 k

Warnings: Smut 18+

A/N: Hii, this is my first time writing smut, so please be kind. This is obviously not very good, so I would like to become better with time.

Leave requests for me to write so I can improve myself ^^

You threw your bag into the corner of the hallway, next came off your shoes.

Work had been a pain in the ass today, everything ended up on your desk and you had definetly no nerv left for someone to get on.

„Hey, doll“, Bucky paged out of the living room. You stomped over to him through the kitchen and flopped next to him onto the couch.

He was watching the news, not what you wanted to listen to today, so you pressed your face into the couch cushions.

„Bad day?“, he asked and gently pulled the hair out of your face.

You groaned as an answer.

His hand went from your face down to your shoulder, massaging gently. His face lowered eye level to you. You thought he went to kiss you, but instead he went straight to your ear.

„Want me to fuck it out of you?“, he growled.

You let out a soft gasp.

„Yes, definitely yes!“, you plead. Sitting up you climbed onto his lap, legs on either side of his.

„Make it up to me“, you whined.

He pressed his lips to yours, softly moving, dancing with yours.

Wound up as you felt you fought for dominance, and lost.

He grabbed onto your neck, pressing you desperately against his mouth as his tongue licked a slow swipe across your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

But you let him wait, instead you slowly started to circle your hips, rubbing your aching core against his growing bulge.

You let a gasp slide, allowing him entrance when his cold metal hand slid onto your waist under your shirt.

He held onto your waist as you again started to fight for dominance.

„Fuck it“, you groaned and pulled away from him to hastily rip your shirt off your body. He pouted. „I wanted to do that“ he whined and you would drop a snarky comment if in this moment his hand, entangled in your hair by the nape of your neck, didn’t tug your head back, stretching your neck free for him to attack.

His wet lips wandered over your exposed neck, kissing, sucking desperate red bruises onto your skin, licking warm stripes onto the wounded skin. He softly blew onto the heated skin making you shiver

His vibranium arm slid over your back up to your ribcage, his fingertips following your ribs to the front, right under breasts.

Your breath quickend when his mouth went lower, leaving sloppy kisses along your braline. „This has to go babydoll“, he growned and you hurried, trying to open the clasp with shaking fingers. „You have ten seconds or im gonna rip this fucking thing off of your Body“

You sighed when your bra fell down your shoulders, in the last few months he destroyed three fucking bras to shreds and you weren’t gonna give him another.

He latched onto your breast, his lips eagerly sucking on your nipple, swirling his tongue around it. He pulled back and blew cold air onto the sensitive skin, chuckling when your nipple stood up. His hand from your hair went down your back, trailing along your pants, down your ass and sliding under it.

„Hold on“, he growled onto your skin and you wrapped your hands around his neck as he stood up and carried you to the bedroom, not leaving your nipple, switching over to the other and repeating the same action.

He placed you down on your bed climbing over your body and licking a stripe up the valley of your breasts to your chin. You fingers tangled into his hair and you pulled him into a kiss so desperate. „Y/N“, he whined which went straight to your core, leaving it aching and wet, making your stomach turn.

You let your hands slide down his body, down to the front of his pants, grasping at the waistband, pushing it down half heartedly, while still fighting with your tongue. He chuckled darkly against your lips and let the pants down himself.

He sat up over you, you following him desperate for his touch. He pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him only in his boxer shorts. „Fuck, Bucky“, you moaned, you’ll never be able to not smother at his fucking body, falling back into the pillows.

He bend back down and trailed his lips down your body, leaving a path of kisses down your stomach, till he reached the waistband of your pants. You drove your fingers into his hair as his fingers fumbled with the button of your pants.

Hastily you pushed them down your legs, him still leaving sloppy kisses over your pelvis.

He slid your panties down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him.

He took one of your legs, gently lifting it and bending it, kissing the inside of your ankle, up your calve, the inside of your knee. Slowly he let his lips trail over the soft skin of your thighs, licking a wet patch, before latching his lips onto it and sucking harsh.

He let go and slipped your leg onto his shoulder, before bending the other and proceeding to do the exact same thing to it. „Bucky“, you whined and rolled your hips desperate for his touch in the place where you needed him the most. He pressed his vibranium hand onto your lower stomach, keeping your hips down, „Easy, babydoll“, he chuckled and continued his torture.

A sigh of relief left your lips when his reached the apex of your things, he blew a soft wisp of breath onto it. „Wha do your want?“, he asked. It took a moment for you to concentrate, his breath blowing soft waves of warmth onto your aching core. You lifted your head to look into his eyes. „You“, you whined, without a hint of hesitation. „Not what I meant, what do you want me to do?“. You whined again. „Come on doll“

„Just fuck me already“, you growled and rolled your hips up again, hoping to meet his mouth, but he pulled his face away. „Bad girls don’t get what they want, imma asked you one more time, what do you want me to do?“, he said calmy and blew a soft wisp onto your pussy.

Normally you would’ve happily replied, being a god girl, but today you weren’t in the mood. You swiftly sat up, sliding your legs from his grasp, to his surprise.

„Thats enough“, you growled. „No more teasing“

He furrowed his eyebrows confused but you didn’t say anything, just stood up. „Y/N, I“, he began but you interrupted him. „Sit“, you commanded.

You stood at the foot of the bed where he layed and looked down on him. His eyes sparked up for a second. „Yes, ma´am“, he said and sat down on the bed, looking up to you. „Lay on your back, on the pillows“ you said and watched him take on the position you had been in a minute ago

You turned your back and walked over to the closet, pulling out two of his ties. You walked over to the head of the bead, climbing onto it, onto him. Your legs dangled of the side of his torso, his hands reached up to settle at your thighs, but you swatted him away.

„No“, you purred. „You don’t get to touch“. Taking each of his arm you wrapped them up with the tie and binding it to the headboard, securing it with a tight knot. He hid a smirk, what an innocent thought that ties would keep the winter soldier from escaping.

When you were sure that he wouldn’t be able to escape you let your body slide down his torso, your pussy leaving a slick path down his stomach. Growling at the sight, he pulled on his ties.

You smirked, sliding down right onto his bulge, slowly rolling your hips onto his member. He groaned, bucking his hips up. You slid off of him and went around the bed, standing in front of the it. Slowly you crawled onto the sheets right between his thighs.

Your fingers danced over the waistband off his shorts, under them, pulling them down slowly, his member sprung free. You dragged your fingernails over the underside of his erect penis, grazing the sensitive skin.

Closing and opening your hand on his hard dick, squeezing. His heavy breathing stopped for a second, followed with a breathy whine. „What does a good boy say?“, you asked seductively, not stopping the slow torture. You let your fingers slide down, squeezing the base and a droplet of precum slid out of his tip.

You bent down and stuck out your tongue, kitting licking the precum off, before it could run down the side of his dick.

„Please!“, he whined.

You climbed over his dick and let yourself sink down onto his dick, groaning at his thick cock stretching just to right size. „Thats a good boy“, you gasped, sinking deeper onto him.

Slowly you rode right up, only to sink down again, faster this time making him groan.

„Y/N“, he groaned. „Take off the ties“. You let yourself sink down again on him, riding up again. „I don’t think so“, you growled, keeping your motions up, rolling your hips again and again.

„Y/N, now!“, he growled. But you ignored him, continuing faster and faster. You pressed your hand onto his chest, supporting yourself through the rapid movements. You leaned back, letting your nails scratch down his chest.

He growled again, watching your breasts jiggle up and down through your pounding.

Your hand slipped under your body, finding your clit and rubbing fierce, approaching your high rapidly. Your breathing quickend, so your moves and the knot in your stomach tightened.

You pounded onto him harder, the knot tightening and tightening.

You let out a scream as the knot exploded and your walls clenched around Buckyˋs dick, your moves slowed down, riding yourself through your orgasm. You combed your hands through your hair, leaning back, letting yourself fall off his dick onto the bed, rolling to the side.

You stood up, shaking on your weak legs, your breathing still rough and heavy. You went to the closet, taking out your evening robe, wrapping yourself in it. „Thank you“, you breathed „for fucking it out of me. It was heavingly getting to finish, don’t you think so?“.

Turning to him, still tied to the headboard, dick hard and aching against his abdomen. His chest rose heavy. „Y/N“, he growled. A warning, but you were still worn out of the orgasm. „Hmm?“, you made absent mindedly.

You made eye contact, he groaned and with one swift motion he ripped the ties off the headboard, freeing him. He pounced up, jumping off the bed, slowly walking around the bed, like a wolf encircling his prey.

You were glued to the ground, like a deer in the headlights. He walked towards you, stopping in front of you. He looked down to your hands, taking them both slowly in his hand, raising them above your head.

His vibranium hand unfastened the rope of your robe, splitting it down the middle.

„Oh, we are definitely not finished“

#marvel smut #marvel imagine #marvel #marvel au #winter soldier #bucky smut #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky fanfic #bucky #james buchanan barnes

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kimnjss · 3 years

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[ part two of a new series called: ‘giving new meaning to bts moments by adding yn’… (really bad name lmao) - feel free to request your own! ]

LOOKS SO REFRESHED.

friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar... it’s much harder. so while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party. // explicit. 3.4k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, fingering, yoongi has a lot of feelings... anal play, nipple play, biting, anal sex, this really turned out angstier than i intended lmao.

Yoongi is exiting the bathroom when you're entering his hotel room. Plush towel hanging low on his hips, dark hair appearing even darker from the water that drips from it. His lips stretch into a smile as he watches you make your way toward him. Amazed with how effortlessly beautiful you looked all the time.

A thin-strapped tank top covering your chest and stomach, stopping directly about your belly button. If he focused hard enough, he could see the tiny peaks of your nipples through the fabric. You've squeezed into a pair of bike shorts that do a great job n highlighting the gentle curve of your waist, the roundness of your hips.

He's nearly drooling over the sight of you as you make your way closer to his slim frame in the threshold, a soft hand landing on his bare chest. Yoongi reaches down to steady his palm on the small of your back while you lean into him, plush lips pressing against his.

“Hey, baby.” You're mumbling as you pull back, the tip of your finger tracing patterns over the skin of his peck.

His lips shift into a lazy smile, “Hi,” Voice sounding a bit dazed, drunk off the brief taste of your lips. A hand inching down toward the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a firm squeeze all while pulling your body tighter against his. “Are you gonna wear that out tonight?” Very unlikely he'd make it through an entire dinner with you beside him looking like that.

You're shaking your head, arms lifting to wrap around his neck. Chest paired against his. “Nope, I bought something when I went out with Jin,” He's nodding, barely taking in your words, his focus shifting to the push against his chest. And it becomes obvious with the way his lips curve into a dopey grin.

“I can feel your nipples through your shirt,” Yoongi says through a laugh, his hand reaching up to pinch it through the fabric. “Yoongi!” You say with a laugh, swatting his hand away from your body before wiggling out of his grip, crossing the room to flop down on the bed.

He's following behind you, fingers carding through his hair as one hand holds the edge of his towel up on his hips. “What else did you do today?” He asks while rummaging through his suitcase, picking out a pair of briefs that he slides on underneath his towel, letting it pool around his feet as he adjusts the band on his hips.

Yoongi nods along with the words you're saying as he pulls a hoodie from his luggage, shrugging it on before he's pulling a pair of dark jeans over his leg. “And then what happened?” He asks as he makes his way over to you, fists pinned on either side of your legs to lean down toward you.

The extremely hilarious story you were in the middle of telling him seems to become obsolete the moment you're being hit with the aroma of his cologne, pretty dark eyes boring into yours. His lips a pretty plush pink, looking enticingly soft. He must've noticed where your attention has gone, mouth shifting into a smirk. “Was that the end?” He laughs, brow arching as he urges you to continue.

“Mhm. That was it,” You're joining in on the laughter, hands lifting to rest on either side of his face. It's easy to pull him down toward you, mouth quickly molding with his.

He tastes heavily of mint, tongue pushing its way past your lips as he lifts his body onto the mattress. With a hand resting on your hip, he's laying your body back on the sheets. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers moving to knit in his damp hair. Kissing him was away so intoxicating, you could feel your head spinning even as he pulled back.

Smiling down at you with such adoration and appreciation in his eyes, Yoongi's lifting a hand to push the stray hairs out of your face before he's leaning in for another kiss. His hands slide down your waist, thumbs rubbing into your hip bones as he slots himself between your legs.

The sudden drag of his teeth on your lower lip has a moan emitting from the back of your throat, teeth clashing as the kiss grows sloppier, more desperate. He's reached around to palm at your ass, free hand trailing back up your body until he's able to grip the top of your tank top. With one swift movement, he's tugging it out of the way, heavy breasts spilling over the fabric.

“Fuck,” He grunts, mouth falling from yours to steal a peek at the newly exposed skin. His middle finger lifts, tongue quickly swiping over the digit before he's rubbing it into the hardening bud. Yoongi feels the way his jeans stiffen from the soft you're letting out, head tilted back slightly to expose the length of your neck.

And he's diving in without a second of hesitation, lips latching onto the clammy skin, tongue, and teeth determined to leave a mark. Soft whines fill the room, he's rolling your nipple between his knuckles, cock pressed firmly against your thigh. You can feel the pound of your heart between your legs and it comes with an unmistakable wave of arousal.

Teeth nipping from your jaw to your chest, stopping only to allow his mouth to take the place of his knuckles. His teeth gently tug at the skin, mouth shifting into a grin when you're whimpering at the feeling. Heat spreading throughout your body, thighs tightening around his torso – effectively pulling his body closer to yours. You wanted him. Like always.

He's pulling back after a moment, boob bouncing slightly as he releases it. Yoongi's body shifts above you, arms pinned on either side of your head so he's able to hold himself up. Taking a moment to admire the features of your face, the glint in your eyes. Love was a strong word, but it felt like the only logical way to describe how he was feeling now.

You're shooting him an odd look, nose scrunched slightly and brows furrowed. The palms of your hands fall from his hair, gliding down to rest over the sides of his neck. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You say through a laugh to hide your concern.

It was not at all like Yoongi to stop what he was doing (especially if it involved taking your clothes off) to just look. And the way he was looking at you. As if he was moments from professing his love, that was unlike Yoongi in so many ways.

An easy smile spreads across his lips, lowering his body so that he's holding up his weight on his elbows. You're still caged underneath him and you like it that way, accepting the kiss that he places on your lips. “I miss you,” He mumbles, not bothering to pull back from your mouth.

You missed him too. Just like you always did when he was swamped or too busy to call you up. Something that he always tried to make up for whenever he had the chance, but that didn't take away from the fact that you did miss him. You had to share him with the entire world and sometimes it felt a little unfair.

But, he was doing what he loved. And no matter how stressful and time-consuming it may be, he insisted that he was enjoying himself. So who were you to rain on that parade? Whining about missing him wouldn't change a thing. “I'm right here, silly.” Laughing it off and enjoying the smile that pushes on to his features.

“You are,” He agrees with a quick nod, leaning down to cover your mouth with his again.

A much slower kiss that screams what he did not say before. His fingers in your hair holding your face to his. Your arms reach to cross behind his neck, pulling him down until he's laying flat against you. Not an inch of space left. His tongue teases the opening of your lips until your jaw is falling slack allowing his tongue to twist with yours.

He loved you. And it was insane because he knew he wasn't supposed to. This wasn't what casual was, no feelings, just two people having a good time. He had broken every single rule he had set in order to spare your feelings. Didn't want to stick you with that feeling of longing that came with being with someone always on the go, but that's exactly what he did.

It's worse because he could end it, he knew that he should but he was so stupidly in love with you that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Hell, even his friends loved you! When the lines between just hooking up and falling in love started to blur, he had no idea. It came all at once, one night when you were too tired to do anything. So, you just sat around and talked, he listened to you laugh and then went on to do things to hear it again. Gone after that.

And there was no way back.

“Should we skip tonight?” He's already working his hoodie over his head before you can get your answer out. Which is, yes, of course. While you loved his friends, spending the night rolling around the sheets with him seemed a lot more appealing. He's reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand, typing out a quick message to Joon before he's setting it back down.

Not another moment is wasted as his hands curl into the waist of your shorts, tugging them off and tossing them out of the way. You're moving up toward the headboard, legs spreading wider for him. He's dropping down to lay on his stomach, arms looping around your thighs and easily setting them over his shoulders.

His eyes are zeroing on the wet patch staining your panties, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Making a mess already,” He's mumbling out before he's leaning down, tongue flattening over your slit through the fabric.

Lips latching on to where he suspects your clit to be, he's instantly filling the room with the loud suction of his lips. Fingers clutching his hair as his tongue pushes out to lap at your skin through your panties, the soft whines you're letting out going straight to his dick. “So sweet,” He groans as he pulls back, tongue jutting out to lick the bit of your juices from his lips.

“More,” You're breathless, a dull ache starting in the pit of your stomach and he's hardly done much. He's flashing his upper row of teeth as he chuckles, fingers hooking into the thin band of your underwear before he's dragging them down your legs. Placing a line of wet kisses into your inner thighs.

With the grip you've got in his hair, you're attempting to pull him toward your dripping pussy. Which earns you a firm bite into your skin, tongue swiping across the forming mark. The slight sting of pain mixes deliciously with pleasure his tongue brings, you can't help but moan. Fingers tightening in his hair.

“Be patient,” Despite his words, he's moving to press wet kisses along your slit. His hand lifts to lay flat on your thigh, keeping your legs from closing as he drags his tongue toward your clit. He's sucking it into his mouth, lips pursing as he slurps loudly. He's making a messy, spit dribbling from his tongue and sliding down your folds.

Urged by the sweet sounds that you make, your fingers tugging at his hair and hips rolling, effectively grinding your pussy on his tongue. Yoongi pulls back with a loud smack, eyes focused on the wetness dripping down toward your ass.

He grins. “What a pretty fucking pussy.” Making a show of licking your taste from his lips. “Should I fuck you with my tongue, baby?” Dark eyes lift to take in the look on your face. The flush of your cheeks, eyes hooded as you try to focus on him. His gaze drops to your fingers that work at twisting your nipples into a peak. Cock hardening at the sight.

There's a mischievous glint in his eyes and it makes your core tighten in anticipation. “Or...” Middle finger lifting and pushing past your walls without an ounce of hesitation. Slipping in to the knuckle, his eyes focused on you as he curls it up, mimicking the 'come here' motion.

��Both, both. Please, do both.” You were always so greedy when it came to him. He's obsessed with the way you whine but still pulls his finger from inside of you. “But then...” The digit is wet with your arousal and he uses it as a lubricant on your asshole, slowly pushing his way through. “What about this hole?”

He's pushing his way past the tight ring, a glob of spit falling from his lips and landing directly on the hole. “Yoongi, fuck.” You're gasping. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he leans forward, tongue pushing his way past your folds. Slowly, he's pushing past your entrance, finger loosening the grip around his finger.

You're letting out a soft gasp at the feeling of him pushing a second finger past your tightness. Holding his fingers firm against your ass, tongue fucking deep into you. Your feet slide against the sheets, wanton moans falling from your lip. Yoongi licks into you like a man starved, groaning against your core while pumping his fingers. Your feet drag over the sheets, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you.

The tip of his nose is smushed against your clit, nudging against it with every swipe of his tongue, applying just the right amount of stimulation to have the tingle growing in the pit of your stomach. Hips lifting as you're letting out a desperate cry of his name. Your orgasm is quick and it startles you, thighs shaking and back arching.

He feels the new tightness around his tongue, the gush of arousal that hits his taste buds. It has his cock twitching, moments from blowing his load despite the fact that he's hasn't even fucked you yet. Eating you out always had that effect on him, though. Enjoyed it so much he would be satisfied if that was all you wanted him to do.

Although, it never was. He can tell by the way you look at him when his head lifts from between your legs. Dark eyes taking in your fucked out expression as he sucks the taste of you off his lips. He looks so hot over you. Hair disheveled, your cum dripping from his lips and chin, nose glistening with your wetness.

“Fuck me,” You're whining, legs spreading in hopes of enticing him. He doesn't need much convincing, though, moving quickly to shove his jeans out of the way taking them along with his boxers. His body fits nicely between your legs, thighs pressed on either side of his hips.

He brushes the head of his cock against your over your entrance, and your legs lift to hook around his back. You're about to push him into you when he's being reminded of something. “Wait, wait.” The pout on your face makes him laugh. “You're ovulating,”

The fact that he has your menstrual cycle memorized teeters on the edge of endearing and terrifying. But you're too horny to think that deep into it, especially because you know he had given his last condom away to Hoseok the night before. “It'll be fine,” You say, but he's not the slightest bit convinced.

Birth control was never your forte and he was in no position to gamble with the whole pull-out method. “How about..” His hand wraps around his length, cock dragging from your pussy between your cheeks. Something you've only tried together once, but you've been eager to do it again. Just haven't said anything to him about it.

“Okay,” You're agreeing instantly, earning a surprise raise of the brow from Yoongi. He watches as you turn on to your knees, cheek pressed against the sheets. “Fuck. Stay just like that,” Sliding off the bed, he moves to rummage through his suitcase, plucking out a small tube of lube.

Your hands are stretched behind you, palms on either side of your cheeks to spread them slightly. He takes his time with making his way back over to you, taking in the way you look spread out and ready for him. God, he loved you so much.

The bed dips as he moves himself to kneel behind you, cock wet with lube which he spreads over your puckered hole. He takes his time pushing forward, watching the way his length disappears inside of you. Fists tightening in the sheets as a drawn-out moan leaves your lips.

You're squeezed around him much tighter than usual and it takes a few experimental thrusts before he's slipping into a comfortable pace. Hands gripping your hips as you push back into him, ass jiggling with each collide of skin. You're whining and hissing, breathy curses falling filling the air. He won't last long, had already been on the brink of it with his face between your legs.

“You're so fucking... tight, shit. I'm gonna cum,” Yoongi reaches around you, fingers dipping into your pussy. The palm of his hand presses against your clit as he pumps in and out of you. He's losing it the moment your walls are tightening around his fingers, hips pounding into you so hard your body is crashing down onto the mattress.

He's settling into a slow roll, allowing you to feel every inch of his cock as he drags it in and out. “Fuck,” He's groaning, stomach caving as cum spurts from the tip and filling you up. The first few hot strings of cum are what pushes you over, paired with the steady pound of the heel of his palm on your clit.

Your body shakes as you cum, hips rolling back into him. He fucks you shallowly through it, ignoring the sensitivity that vibrates through his cock. Instead, he focuses on the desperate whines, until your body is going limp beneath him. Heavy breaths shaking your back. He pulls back slowly, grinning at the way your hole squeezes around him as if protesting the emptiness.

“We have to do that more,” You're panting, feeling the trickle of cum that rolls down your thigh. His eyes follow it, nodding in agreement as he flops down on the mattress. The pounding in his heart is ten times worse than before and the way you curl up into his side doesn't help. An arm wrapped around his torso and cheek resting on his chest.

He watches the way your features soften, fingers tracing random lines into his side. Your soft breath hits his skin and your blinks start to slow. Fatigue washing over you and him too, but he can't seem to look away from you. Allowing his mind to wander to what it would be like if you were together and he could tell you all the things that were constantly bouncing around in his mind.

His hand lifts, fingers pushing a few stray hands of hair out of your face. He's two seconds from leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead when his name is being called loudly from the other side of the door, followed by a firm knock. It pulls you from whatever half-sleep that you were in, eyes squinting in the direction of the sound.

It's Hoseok. And from the use of his stage name, it's safe to assume they're probably filming too. He shushes you as he stands, finding his boxers in the mess of clothes. You watch sleepily as he makes his way to the door, cute butt poking out as he walks. The encounter is brief before he's sitting on the bed beside you.

He looks so cute, hair sticking up all over the place, cheeks flushed as he leans over the takeout, mixing it up before he's holding out a bite to you. You're leaning forward, allowing him to push the food into your mouth. Laughing along with him at the pieces that you miss. It's so comfortable. And nice.

You can't help but wonder what it would be like if everything wasn't this complicated. If you could just be together and talk to each other. Enjoy each other. If only it were that easy.

#min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #idol!yoongi #idol au #bts imagine #bts smut #bts #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts yoongi

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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Clean /// Sakusa x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: [College dorm AU] Sakusa can’t stop thinking about you in the shower.

A/N: Indirectly inspired by @seita and @bakatenshii, who made me think about soap and Sakusa’s cum in conjunction…thanks guys :P

Tags/warnings: masturbation, mild cleanliness fetish if that’s a thing?, Sakusa wants you and is in deep denial about it

It’s not like he started doing it on purpose. Not at first.

On weekdays, you wake up at the same time that Sakusa gets back from the gym: 7 AM exactly. He timed it that way because they clean the dorm bathrooms at 6:30—they’re still revolting, but they can’t be as bad as the ones at the gym. He can avoid touching the stall walls if he has to, and…he has to. 7 is the perfect time—even the students with 8 AM class can’t be fucked to wake up that early, so he gets the row of mirrors and stalls to himself.

Except for you.

Your room is right next to the stairwell; when Sakusa jogs up the stairs (two at a time, blood still pumping from his workout even though the sweat is already cooling on his back) he can hear your alarm through the thin wall. Always 7 on the dot: your phone blares an obnoxiously loud ringtone, there’s a muffled protest from you and your roommate curses at you to turn that shit off, it’s seven fucking AM. By the time he’s standing at the bathroom sink brushing his teeth, you’re usually pushing through the door in your pajamas, holding your towel in one hand and rubbing your puffy eyes with the other.

So it’s not like Sakusa plans this. It’s a coincidence. Mostly.

“G’morning…Kiyoomi.” You interrupt yourself with a yawn in the middle of the sentence. Your voice sounds heavy with exhaustion and he wonders, not for the first time, why you bother waking up so early. You don’t seem like a morning person.

The toothbrush is still in Sakusa’s mouth, so he just nods to greet you. You smile sleepily and then bend down to reach your bathroom locker, and—fuck, fuck, you’re wearing the shorts again, the threadbare cotton ones you wear whenever the weather gets a little warmer. They’re thin (so thin he can see the high cut of your panties underneath when they’re stretched over your ass, not that he’s looking), and they’re short.

Do you know how much you’re showing off when you bend over like that to rummage through your locker? You’re basically showing your ass off, the smooth muscle of your thighs rising up into those perfect cheeks, and between them, the dingy cotton stretched tight over your mound—

He’s not looking. He shouldn’t be looking. Sakusa lowers his gaze in the mirror to spit the toothpaste into the sink.

“Hey, can I borrow some of that?”

You’re standing at his elbow now, blinking up at him. Pleading. When he wordlessly hands over the tube, you grin, eyes crinkling up at the corners like he just offered to take your hand in marriage rather than letting you have some toothpaste that he wasn’t going to miss anyway. “Thanks! You’re the best.”

You barely know him. Sakusa’s pretty sure that these early-morning bathroom encounters are the only times you two interact.

“How was your workout?” you ask when you’re done brushing your teeth.

Sakusa has to grip the edge of the counter to tear his eyes away from you when you spit it out—white foam dribbling out of your mouth and down your chin—but that’s beside the point. “It was fine.”

“Yeah? Did you run or go to the gym?”

“Gym.” Why are you so curious? You’re too friendly.

You hum appreciatively, rubbing foamy circles of cleanser into your skin. The smell of it is light—floral, but barely. Lavender, maybe. That’s step one of your morning skincare routine, which Sakusa’s pretty certain he knows as well as you do by now. Next will be toner, and then you’ll save the rest for after your shower—but before you reach for the next little bottle in the row you’ve lined up on the bathroom counter, you turn toward him. “I should get back on a regular gym schedule too. Maybe one day I’ll go with you?”

“If you can wake up that early.” The remark must come out harsher than Sakusa intended, because you raise your eyebrows and your mouth drops open—but a second later you’re smiling again, turning back to the mirror so you can pat the toner into your skin.

“You’re probably right. I don’t know how you wake up at six in the morning every day.”

5:45, he wants to correct. But if he keeps talking to you, you’re going to notice he’s staring. So he just finishes washing his face without answering, puts his stuff back into the locker, and makes his way over to the shower stalls, leaving you and the scent of lavender behind.

There are five stalls. All open, of course. Second from the left has the best water pressure, and the one on the far right has a removable shower head and heats up the quickest. But Sakusa chooses the middle stall. For no reason. Not because he knows exactly which stall you’re going to pick, and he wants to be sure he’s in the stall next to yours when you do. He takes his time—undresses slowly, folding his dirty gym clothes even though they’re going straight into the laundry; sets his shampoo and conditioner and body wash out on the bench in the order that he’s going to use them; turns the knob to just the right angle to get the right temperature and waits for it to heat up until he can see the steam saturating the air.

By the time Sakusa’s under the water, massaging shampoo through his hair and feeling the sweat slough off his skin along with the shower spray, you’re done with your pre-shower skincare, padding over from the sinks to the stalls and picking—predictably—the one next to his. He has to strain himself to hear it over the sound of splashing water but he does hear it: your cheap pink flip-flops slapping against the tile floor, the relieved yawn in your breath as you stretch (you always stretch) and the soft rustling of fabric as you take off your clothes and deposit them in a heap on the bench.

Sakusa tilts his head up into the shower spray and feels the stray drops clinging to his eyelashes and wonders how much he’d be able to see if the walls were made of glass.

Today is Wednesday, and that means you’re going to wash your hair today because you always wash it on Wednesdays. Sakusa can already smell the shampoo you use filtering into the air. What is it? Sharper and more bitter than mint, medicinal almost—he’s considered asking you a few times what it is, but he can’t figure out a way to phrase the question.

Hey, (Y/N), tell me what product you use to wash your hair. Ever since I started jacking off in the shower to you, I can’t get off unless I’m smelling it.

That probably wouldn’t go over well.

Fuck, he’s already hard. The heat of the shower is nothing compared to the heat of his blood pumping down to his cock. Sakusa rinses through his hair quickly, freeing up his hands so he can palm his shaft and give it a tentative stroke.

Through the shower wall you give a light, soft sigh of appreciation, and Sakusa feels his cock jump in his hand. You prefer your showers hotter than he does—white puffs of steam are rising up over the gap between the stall divider and the ceiling, and you always come out flushed. The heat must feel nice, hm? He can almost see you, standing naked under the shower head in just your stupid pink flip-flops, letting rivulets of water drip down from the crown of your head to flow lower…over your shoulders, your back, your tits; your fingers lathering the shampoo through your hair, soap bubbles washing the grease away from you, draining away yesterday’s grime so you’re all fresh and squeaky clean.

You sigh again, and your voice is pushing out behind the breath. A moan, almost. Do you ever touch yourself in the shower? He’d be a hypocrite to think you shouldn’t be able to take advantage of this rare moment of privacy…it’s so hard to get time to yourself in the dorms, he can sympathize… So maybe you let your hands dip lower while you wash, shift your thighs apart so you can fit your fingers between them. Pet that puffy little cunt, push your fingers inside, feel your slick wash off in the water just to be replaced with more.

Sakusa wraps his fingers around his cock and slides his hand up the shaft, moving slowly so he can savor the light friction. Your hands would be soft, wouldn’t they? Softer than his. You don’t have calluses like he does—all that lotion you use must be doing you some good. And your hands are a lot smaller than his are…you’d probably have trouble getting one hand all the way around. You’d have to use both hands to hold him, hold his cock and pump him, jack him off…

If your hands are too small for him, what about your mouth?

The shower is so warm and you’re so close. Sakusa closes his eyes so he can breathe in that sweet medicinal smell and imagine you in here with him.

Your mouth. Soft lips, no makeup, just your natural color dampened from the water and your spit and his precum, closed around him, stretched around him to accommodate for the mass of his cock sitting in your mouth. Little pink tongue flicking out to tease the tip, lapping flat at the underside and then kissing it. You’d be a tease, a fucking tease. Looking up at him with those eyes, batting your eyelashes over your dewy-wet cheeks as you try to swallow him a little deeper. He’d tangle his fingers around the back of your head, push the strands of wet hair away from your face, pull your mouth up and down on his cock while the water splashes down around the two of you—

There’s a click of a cap popping shut and your shoes smacking wetly against the floor while you reach over to grab another bottle. You’re humming to yourself—a song Sakusa’s heard on his friends’ playlists and at parties but he doesn’t know the lyrics. Sometimes you sing in the shower (always softly, under your breath, so quiet he’d barely be able to hear if he wasn’t listening) but today you just hum. Maybe you’d sing out loud if he wasn’t there?

You’re probably being considerate to him...you do seem like the type. After all, you must be as aware of his presence three feet away from you as he is of yours. You probably think about him in the shower too.

Sakusa’s hips buck forward, pushing his dick through his hand as he pumps it with no real technique or rhythm, just trying to match the pace of his breathing to what he can hear of yours. The heat of his impending climax is coiling low in his belly, even though it hasn’t been long—it never takes long when he’s thinking about you. You’ve practically become a part of his own morning routine, to the point where he couldn’t even get off when he went home for spring break a few weeks ago. When the two of you move out of the dorms and go your separate ways, it’s going to be annoying. He should really stop this, wean himself off you while he can…not that he really wants to.

Your voice isn’t bad when you sing, but it’d be a lot better moaning his name.

People fuck in the showers. Sakusa knows that, he’s heard them himself and always been acutely disgusted at the filth of it all. Dorm bathrooms are notoriously foul—there’s a reason people wear shoes when they’re showering, and the thought of people actually fucking in here makes his skin crawl. But with you? He can see it, he can feel it—the soft fat of your thighs in his hands, skin dimpling under his grip as he holds you up; your arms twisted around his neck hugging into him; the hot water streaming over both of your bodies as his cock slaps into your pussy, burying into that tight wet heat.

Sakusa grits his teeth to stifle a groan and wonders if you heard it, and then he’s feeling around for the memory of your sleepy “Good morning, Kiyoomi” and warping your voice in his mind until he can almost hear your lips wrapping around his name, panting it, whimpering it, choking it out between pleas for him to fuck you harder—Kiyoomi, please, fuck me fuck me just like that, fuck my little pussy til I can’t walk straight Kiyoomi I need you!

God, he wants to hear it, he wants to say your name, wants you to know he’s jacking off to you. Sakusa’s hand speeds up and his hips are thrusting into his fist, the water making wet clicking noises every time his cockhead moves up past his fingers as he imagines fucking you right here in this shower. He’d make you cum, make you clench and tighten around him, make you wake up the entire goddamn floor with your screaming, and—fuck, he’s mouthing out the syllables, and then he can hear his own voice out loud and he’s saying your name—

“K-Kiyoomi?”

Your actual voice—lifted, high and clear as a bell ringing even stifled by the stall and the rushing water hits Sakusa and he flinches—and cums, cock jerking under his grip as the sticky white fluid shoots out to coat his hand. It’s good, so good, so fucking good, you said his name, you said it, fucking perfect—the release passes over him so forcefully that he has to hold his breath to bite back the stuttered hiss of pleasure from deep in his throat.

“Kiyoomi?” you ask again from the other stall, voice uncertain. “Did you say my name? I thought I heard you…”

It takes him a long moment to catch his breath, and another to work up enough control to straighten and raise his hand to the spray, letting the cum wash off his skin and down the drain in cloudy white trickles. “I didn’t.”

“Oh, sorry! Guess I imagined it.” You’re back to your cheerful self, humming that brainless melody and soaping yourself up without a care in the world. So gullible. Like always. And it’s not like Sakusa wanted to get caught, but…he can’t help wondering what you’d do if you knew.

Maybe you’d hate him. Maybe you’d call him a creep, stop showering when he does, avoid his gaze when you pass each other in the halls.

Or maybe you’d be into it.

Sakusa finishes his shower at the same time you do, so he can catch you just as you step out of the stall. “Oh—“ you start, barely keeping yourself from bumping into his chest. “Oops!”

Your face is stained pink from the heat of the shower…or maybe it’s the way you’re staring at his bare chest that’s making you blush. Sakusa’s not flattering himself—he knows he’s good-looking, knows what the years of athletics have done for him, and you are staring—but just for a moment before you catch yourself and right your gaze back up to his face, absently watching him towel off his hair. The fact that you let your eyes stray a little gives him permission to do the same, so he takes a moment to examine the lines of your shoulders, your soaked hair sticking to your neck, the dip of your cleavage under the fluffy white robe you’re wearing.

You smell good, all soft and wet and clean. Sakusa can’t help imagining if you taste that good, too.

“Um…s’cuse me,” you say after a moment when he doesn’t move to let you pass through the walkway. You could try to skirt around him, but he’s so big.

“What shampoo do you use?”

You blink and pat your hair self-consciously. “It’s, uh, tea tree oil? It has peppermint and lavender and stuff too I think, it’s really good for waking up in the morning—sorry, I know some people don’t like the smell—“

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Sakusa’s eyes narrow before he steps out of the way to let you walk past.

I like it, he wants to add. But he doesn’t.

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infinitesuckuyome · 3 years

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Puppyboy Tobi

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact:

ᴥ Tobi is such a cute and loyal puppy, always so hyper & affectionate

ᴥ He’s constantly on you and hates to be apart for too long- it’s really hard on him when you have separate mission assignments since he can hardly think of anything other than getting back to you as quickly as possible

ᴥ Needs to hear your pretty soothing words, craves your delicious scent- the memory alone has him drooling & whining into his pillow

ᴥ Loves to wrap himself around you to lave heavy stripes up your neck, nose pressed to your pulse point

ᴥ Can’t hold back happy moans when you run your fingers through his hair while he lays in your lap or nuzzles against your chest, it makes him feel so safe & cared for

ᴥ Praise isn’t something that Tobi will specifically ask for but it’s something he deeply craves, he’s never had much positive reinforcement so it just blows his mind when you tell him how well he’s doing or when you call him your good boy

ᴥ He’ll blush so pretty & doesn’t know what to do with himself because on one hand your words are bringing him so much comfort that he wasn’t aware he desperately desired- and on the other hand all your praise/encouragement is getting him so worked up that he’s starting to feel a little feral

ᴥ Body Worship King [both giving & receiving, he needs both] It’s important for him to feel that you like his appearance and genuinely find him attractive- becomes putty in your hands when you tell him how cute / adorable / sexy he is

ᴥTobi is insecure about a lot, so your words of affirmation mean the world to him, especially if/when he decides to take his mask off infront of you for the first time

ᴥHe needs reassurance that you’ll accept his scars / past and won’t change your mind about wanting to be with him- he’ll be beyond happy since all he’s ever wanted is to be loved & accepted

ᴥ When you first started to be intimate, Tobi was so nervous and embarrassed to tell you that he was virtually inexperienced- he was very grateful with how sweet & patient you were with him while he fumbled and figured out how to make you feel good too

ᴥ He’s so lovestruck especially when he draws out those beautiful noises you make when he’s buried between your thighs or when he’s rutting into you

ᴥ Total Service Top, he gets off on getting you off- has cum from eating you out on more than one occasion

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Petplay, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex

It had been a little more than three weeks since you had been sent out on a solo mission and Tobi was losing his mind. He kept telling himself to be patient & that you’d be home before he knew it, but at this point, he wasn’t thinking rationally anymore. With each passing day, the hours seemed to go by slower than the one before, while his need for you grew by the second. This was the longest you’d been apart since the two of you had gotten together- the separation anxiety was suffocating, he misses you so much and fuck did he need your touch.

He flopped down onto the bed, groaning into a pillow when memories of your lovely face and beautiful body came flooding into his mind. Tobi tried to think about anything else but found that despite his best efforts, every train of thought just brought him back to you. He felt painfully hard & with a pitiful whine, he glanced down at the large damp spot that had formed over the straining erection in his pants.

“Y/N-Chan will be home soon” he muttered to himself, gnawing at his lower lip. Though he knew those words were true, they did nothing to curb his need, especially since every passing thought of you had his ball clenching.

Giving into his base needs, he walked over to your dresser to fish out a pretty pair of your lace panties. He gripped the fabric tightly, letting out a shaky breath as he recalled the numerous times he’d taken them off of you and how delicious it looked when they were sticky & soaked with your arousal.

With a deeply flushed face, he went back to sit himself on the bed- hastily pulling down the waistband of his pants as he wrapped the fabric over his leaking head. Tobi hissed when he felt the delicate fabric rub against his skin but it just wasn’t the same- not nearly as soft as he’d hoped and nowhere near as warm. He winced, every sensation suddenly feeling too rough & it made him miss you that much more. In a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between his legs, Tobi closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he pumped himself furiously.

* * * * * *

After an absurdly long walk, you’d finally made it back to the Akatsuki hideout, breathing a sigh of relief when you were inside the main entrance. It seemed unusually quiet, you figured that most of the other members were off on missions of their own, but you were surprised Tobi hadn’t greeted you at the door like he normally did. You pouted, but shrugged it off, thinking he may have taken on an extra mission or was simply busy antagonizing one of the other members- either way you were just glad to finally be able to relax and unwind. After hanging up your cloak, you made your way to your room, eager to spend some time in your own bed.

A quiet gasp left your lips when you opened the door to your bedroom, eyebrows shooting up at the sight before you. Tobi’s eyes were squeezed shut while he roughly fucked his fist against your favorite pair of panties- grunts and whines of your name tumbling out of his mouth. You bit your lip at how adorable yet how lewd he looked, vigorously rutting into the now tattered fabric, With a slight shake of your head, you called out to him “Tobi, I’m home!”

“Y-Y/N-Chan!” Tobi yelped, covering himself with a nearby pillow. His eyes were wide, eyebrows furrowed - he was torn between wanting to run to you and trying to hide the evidence of what he’d just been doing. He had the decency to be embarrassed by how needy he was, hanging his head as a deep blush crept its way up his neck.

Your expression softened, knowing you shouldn’t be too hard on him- you knew how he got when you were away for too long. “Why are you hiding, puppy? Did you do something bad?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow as you made your way over to him.

Tobi whined, not wanting to look you in the eye. He clutched the pillow to himself tightly as a wave of embarrassment and shame washed over him.

“Give me the pillow, puppy” You sighed, feeling his grip loosen. You gently took the pillow from him, pursing your lips as you removed the shredded lace from his reddened cockhead. “I really liked those...” you tutted, flinging the material towards the waste bin.

Tobi glanced at you hesitantly, searching your features for any sign of disappointment or anger- when he found none, he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze. “Sorry” he mumbled, shifting slightly to adjust his insistent erection.

“Awe, it’s okay, you’re still my good boy” you cooed, affectionately carding your fingers through his hair. “Such a big boy too!” you giggled, eyeing the heavy way his dick twitched between his legs.

Tobi perked up at your words, relieved you weren’t upset with him. “Tobi missed Y/N-Chan so much!” he said nearly bouncing in his seat.

Any fatigue you’d felt from your trip melted away when you saw the twinkle in his dark, eager eyes. “I missed you too” you husked, sinking down to your knees. “What a pretty cock, can I play with it?”

He nodded frantically, digging his nails into the bedsheets. “Yes, yes! Tobi wants to play!” His heart thumped loudly in his chest, excitement and lust nearly making him tremble when he felt your warm breath just inches away.

“Mhm” you mused, taking his shaft in hand, licking a long slow stripe from the base to his head. You looked up at Tobi as you swirled your tongue around his reddened tip.

He let out a choked out groan, nearly falling backwards at the inviting warmth of your mouth, barely catching himself on his elbows- propping up just in time to see your head begin to bob. His eyes rolled back at the way you worked his dick, moaning loudly when you hallowed your cheeks.

Your fingers grabbed at his thighs, eyes fluttering closed as you set a rhythmic pace- taking in as much of his length as you could.

Tobi panted as he watched you, feeling delirious with pleasure that was steadily bubbling up within him. “S-soo good!” he keened, instinctively bucking his hips.

You hummed in response, happy to see your puppy getting the attention he needed. You sank down on him until your nose grazed the soft hair at the base of his cock, feeling the stretch of your lips accompanied by the slapping of his fat balls against your chin.

Taking one hand off his thigh, you moved it to cradle and massage his neglected balls, noting how heavy they felt in your palm. “Ngh- Y/N-Chan!” he howled, tossing his head back. “Cu-cumming now!”

Tobi came almost violently- weeks of being pent up all channeled into the thick, hot ropes currently swelling your mouth. You’re mildly shocked by just how much there was, swallowing around him as best you could, yet still unable to stop the steady stream that was seeping past your lips. You coughed a few times after finally pulling off his softening cock, strings of saliva still connecting you to him.

“Tobi’s Turn!” he panted, grabbing at your forearms to haul you onto the bed.

“Ah!” you squealed, suddenly laying on your back with Tobi hovering over you.

“Y/N-Chan is home, never letting you go!” he whined, kissing and lapping at anything he could get his mouth on. “Gone for too long..” he pouted, pushing your shirt up to bury his face between your warm breasts.

“I’m sorry puppy, I'll talk to Pain so it doesn’t happen again.” you assured him.

He tensed up, growling at the mention of another male’s name, “No Pain, only Tobi!”

You smiled, almost forgetting how territorial your puppy was. “Only Tobi.” you cooed, cupping his cheek.

He nodded in approval, nuzzling your palm as he tugged down your bottoms. He settled between your thighs, drooling at the sight of your drenched panties. Pressing his nose up against the growing wet spot, he flicked his tongue over it as he breathed in your scent. “Off!” he grunted, not wanting to destroy another pair of your underwear.

You lifted your hips, allowing him to drag them down your legs- casting them aside, along with your discarded shorts. He ran his tongue through your folds, moaning at your taste, feeling the blood rush straight to his crotch. He pulled back for a second, wanting to spread you open with his fingers. “Pretty!” he cried, eagerly diving in to lave over your clit.

He dug his tongue into your bundle of nerves, kneading at the plush skin of your thighs as he dragged your hips up and off the bed- nudging his chin forward to drive his tongue in as deep as it would go. Tobi savored every minute of it, shutting his eyes to immerse himself in your heat, nuzzling his nose against your swollen clit. He continued his relentless lapping, holding you flush against him- brain so focused yet hazy at the same time.

You tugged at his hair, feeling so dazed, you weren’t sure you could form words, settling instead for writhing & sloppily rocking your hips.

Tobi’s eyes snapped open, cock jolting at the way you were responding. Pride bloomed in his chest when he felt your legs begin to shake, high-pitched moans of his name freely falling past your lips. “Cum for Tobi!” he groaned, doubling down- watching every twist and writhe, taking in every sweet cry you gave him.

“Puppy!” you wailed, thrashing against him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you.

Tobi humped the mattress, slurping lewdly while you shook and cried in his grasp. You tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge- opting to suckle at your pussy lips before sealing his mouth over your poor swollen clit. Your taste was driving him insane, he didn’t stop even when you sobbed and whimpered out a “too much!”. He just kept sucking and rolling his heavy tongue over you, reveling in the way your body twitched and spasmed.

“Not enough, need more!” Tobi grunted, taking one of your ankles in each hand to spread your legs apart. He thrust his leaky cock against your little bud, rocking back and forth to feel the pulse of it against his slit. He growled, the slickness of you making him feel near feral with need- he quickly lined himself up with your entrance, slamming into you until you cried out.

Tobi’s head spun as he sank into your tight heat, keening at the way your were sucking him in. His cock throbbed with arousal, loving the loud squelching of your pussy, knowing he was the one who’d made such a mess of you.

You whined, lower lip trembling as you teetered on the edge of consciousness. Tobi’s crazed thrusting sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body. “P-please” you stuttered, struggling to keep your eyes open as your puppy continued to plunge into your gummy walls.

Everything felt so messy and hot, Tobi’s head tipped back when he felt you cream around his length. His sanity slipping a little more with every tremor and gush of your sweet pussy, making something snap inside of him. He frantically pumped into you, the harsh snap of his hips making you gasp and seize. “Hold on- hng- so close!” he said through clenched teeth. He dropped your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, curving his form over yours- driven by pure hunger and the instinct to fill you up with his cum & breed your pretty cunt.

Your vision was blurring in and out, hips aimlessly rutting against him- feeling like a ragdoll in his grasp. Animalistic thrusts causing your body to jolt against the bed springs. “Good boy- ah- such a good boy!” you babbled.

“Tobi is a good boy- Y/N-Chan’s good boy!” he pants, reaching between you to rub circles on your clit- determined to tip you over the edge one more time before reaching his own breaking point. With every thrust, a yell is dragged from you- body shaking uncontrollably as your vision goes white.

“Fuck! Fuuuuck!” Tobi growls, feeling your pussy flutter and convulse around him- his lower half completely drenched with the fluids you had just sprayed all over him. He drives in and out of you with reckless abandon, swearing he’s beginning to see stars. He bites down on your shoulder, grumbling fucked out moans against your skin as thick spurts of his seed paint your insides white.

You shiver when he finally pulls out, clutching at him weakly when he uses his fingers to push his cum back into your cunt. “’S full”. you whimpered, completely limp and exhausted.

“Shh” Tobi cooed, kissing your sweaty forehead. “Sleep now, Y/N-Chan.”

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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mark! (m)

pairing: dom!mark x sub!reader x dom!yuta

words: 2.2k+

summary: mark is scared of stepping out of his comfort zone with you. therefore, you enlist yuta’s help to get your boyfriend a little more comfortable.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome (kind of), anal sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

You sigh. “Mark, stop being such a scaredy cat.”

The frown on his face is positively adorable. You want to squeeze his cheeks so badly. “I’m not a scaredy cat!” He protests, but it only makes him look more soft.

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you say. Besides, Yuta won’t be back for a while. I don’t know why you’re so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He argues again, eyebrows furrowing together in the most adorable way. “I just- this is Yuta’s bed. It’s kind of impolite to be doing anything on a place where he sleeps.”

You sigh. “Mark, I think we both know what kind of a person Yuta is. I’m pretty sure he would do the exact same thing on your bed.”

His nose scrunches as the thought passes through him.

“Ew. I didn’t need that visual.”

You flop down on Yuta’s comforter before bringing Mark with you. He’s still very reluctant, despite connecting your lips together. You try easing him up, hands moving over his shoulders as you pull him closer and closer.

Your sex life with Mark was always more than satisfying, but he was constantly scared to take risks. Being an exhibitionist yourself and considering how shy Mark could get, it was really difficult to get your boyfriend to even hold your hand in front of the other members, let alone kiss you. You’ve tried on more than one occasion to suck him off at the dinner table, but he was always too on edge that someone would walk in.

To combat your curiosity, you enlisted Yuta’s help.

Your eyes carefully watch the door as Mark’s tongue explores your mouth. Yuta stares through the small opening, watching you with a heavy glare.

You giggle into the kiss and Mark eases up a little at the sound. Your fingers dance around his neck as you pull him closer and closer, observing as Yuta casually walks into the room. Mark is too lost in you to notice.

After letting you make out for a few more minutes, Yuta finally clears his throat. You swear Mark jumps five feet in the air and scrambles away from you. His whole face is flushed pink at the sight of Yuta, quickly stuttering to provide an excuse.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “And what were you two doing exactly?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

He smirks at your act. You’re still sprawled out on his bed, hair tangled from Mark’s fingers messily running through it. Yuta wonders how pretty you would look with his cock sliding in your mouth, beautiful lips eager to taste him. He leans closer to your frame, ignoring Mark’s surprise at his older member’s proximity to his girlfriend.

“I mean you and Mark trying to fuck on my bed.”

“W-We’re sorry, Y-Yuta!” Mark frantically says. “W-We just- I just-“

Yuta chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to your core.

“It’s fine, Mark. You weren’t putting on much of a show anyways. Why haven’t you touched her?”

Mark looks like his brain is going on overdrive. “W-What?”

Yuta’s fingers graze over your exposed thigh. He picked out the skirt you were wearing for this occasion, knowing it would make Mark incredibly flustered.

“Why haven’t you touched her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

You quickly nod. “It’s what I want. Touch me, Yuta, please.”

Yuta grins, his eyes darting back to Mark’s. “Can I, Mark?”

You think your boyfriend is really broken. He’s nervously twitching, shaking his head as he tries to gather his thoughts. You decide to give him a little break.

“I thought Yuta could help us out a little, Mark. I asked him to come so we can have more fun.”

Yuta nods. “If you’re uncomfortable, Mark, I can leave.”

The silence in the air is deafening. Mark finally clears his throat. “Can you show m-me how you do it?”

Yuta smirks. “Do what, exactly?”

The blush fully appears on Mark’s cheeks again. “Um, how you eat her out.”

Your eyes widen. You were definitely not expecting him to say that. Yuta’s smirk widens at the request.

“Definitely. Sit down and watch.”

Yuta’s staring at your clothed core in no time, playing with the hem of your skirt. He chuckles when he sees your choice of underwear.

“Lace,” he hums playfully, snapping the elastic against your skin as you squeak. “Do you always wear such pretty panties for Mark?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip. “I have prettier ones in his top drawer.”

“I’d love to see them some time, doll.”

You eagerly watch as Yuta pulls down your panties, making a show as his hands slowly caress your thighs. He throws the pair of red lace to Mark, who easily catches it and groans. Yuta yanks up your skirt so he can fully gaze at your exposed cunt.

He chuckles. “You should be nicer to her, Mark. She’s got such a pretty pussy.”

You moan when his fingers play with your folds, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You quickly learn that Yuta is a tease, patient as he touches you.

“Please, Yuta,” you beg, wanting him to do something already.

His smile appears again. “What is it, doll? What do you need?”

“Need your mouth,” you whine. “And your fingers.”

You’re already turning into a blubbering mess. Mark, on the other hand, could not be more nervous. He finds this whole situation incredibly arousing, but also dangerously intimidating. He wonders if Yuta will be better than him, and if you’ll like Yuta way more than you like him. All thoughts are thrown out the window when Yuta’s tongue takes a lick up your slit. Your moans shoot straight to Mark’s hardened cock, and Mark has no doubt in his mind that he could cum in his pants right now.

He takes silent notes as Yuta teases you, never fully giving you what you want and watching as you continue to beg for him. Yuta slips a finger into your hole and you cry out, your body reacting to every single touch.

Yuta’s gaze returns to Mark. “See? She likes it when you don’t go too fast. Draw it out, make her beg.”

Mark swallows at the sudden lessons. He’s always been really quick with you, never letting you wait this long.

“Yuta, please, please,” you continue to whimper, hands reaching for him. Yuta is quick to silence you, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. No touching until I say so.”

You nod in submission. Mark’s eyes zero in on Yuta’s tongue exploring your folds, finger slowly pushing in and out of your weeping pussy. Mark swears he’s never heard you this wet before, the squelch of Yuta’s finger entering you echoing throughout the room. When Yuta adds a second finger, you almost lose it.

“Please please, Yuta, I want to cum. Please let me cum,” you cry.

“That’s up to Mark,” he states, and the younger boy freezes. “Can she cum, Mark?”

Your eyes are glistening with tears as you stare at your boyfriend. You whimper when Yuta furiously begins eating you out, your orgasm dangerously approaching.

“Wait, wait, wait-“

“Give her the signal, Mark,” Yuta instructs, attacking your pussy with his tongue and fingers.

Mark waits until you’re right on the edge, seconds away from sobbing. He walks over and leans down until he’s whispering in your ear.

“Cum, pretty girl.”

You fall apart, clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you clench around Yuta’s fingers. He helps you ride out your high, licking up any remnants of your orgasm.

You blearily come to your senses after that mind numbing climax, Yuta and Mark discussing quietly. There’s a faint ringing sound in your ears until Mark cups your cheeks.

“Okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He laughs at your delirious state.

“Does she always get like that?” Yuta questions.

“Only when it’s really good,” he replies. His focus turns back to you. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You giggle again. “Okay.”

He smiles fondly at you, and butterflies swell in your chest like they always do when Mark smiles at you like that.

“Make it rough,” Yuta chimes in. “I want to see her really cry.”

You’re flipped onto your stomach in no time, Mark’s fingers threading your ass. Yuta’s taken a seat not far from the bed, switching roles with Mark as he watches you this time. Mark’s thumb gently grazes over your other hole and you gasp.

Yuta’s voice is full of curiosity. “She likes it there?”

“Sometimes.” He pauses before making a decision. “Can I fuck you here, baby?”

“Yes, Mark, please.”

You can practically hear his grin. “Okay.”

Yuta tosses him the bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand, and Mark quickly preps you. You moan when he fingers you, scissoring and stretching you to make sure you’re ready to take him.

You and Mark rarely do anal, mostly because he’s always afraid of hurting you. You know now, though, that he wants to put on a good show for Yuta.

Once you’re prepped enough, you feel the tip of his cock circling your hole. You both groan when he sinks the tip in. Unlike the other times, Mark doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes into you roughly.

You cry at the intrusion, already feeling the first batch of tears painting your cheeks. Around this time, Mark usually pulls out and apologizes, checking if you’re okay. He’s turned into a completely different person in front of Yuta.

You grip the sheets as Mark relentlessly pounds into you, stretching you harder than he has before. It isn’t painful at all because even though Mark is rough with you, he always knows how to make you feel good.

You’re incoherently blubbering for him. “Y-Yes, feels so good. Feels s-so good, baby. Such a big cock inside my small little hole. So good, so good.”

Mark grunts, fingers tangling into your hair again. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little hole? You like making a show for Yuta?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob.

You can barely make out Yuta’s figure as he grows closer to you, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you such a pretty sight? Really selfish of Mark to keep you all to himself.”

Mark pinches your clit and you scream, diving headfirst into your second orgasm. Mark hisses as you clench even harder around him, pulling you as close as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you. You both release little moans as you recover.

Yuta laughs when you both are done. You swear you could pass out right now and sleep for at least twenty four hours straight.

The ringing sound echoes in your ears again as Mark and Yuta quietly converse once more. You whimper when Mark pulls out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh.

“Baby?” Mark’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. “Yuta wants to ask you something.”

You blink as Mark gently flips you on your back again. Yuta’s eyes grow darker.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nod.

“Can I try something?”

You nod again.

Mark leaves you to go get cleaned up and you observe as Yuta pulls his cock out, tip leaking and begging for attention. He runs his hand up and down his shaft for a few times before lining up with your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nod again, feeling too tired to form words. You gasp when Yuta pushes in, his cock much thicker than Mark’s.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes focusing on how his cock disappears into your cunt. “So fucking perfect.”

He builds up a steady rhythm, and you finally understand what he wanted to try when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna breed you, doll. Gonna stuff my cum into your cunt until you’re dripping. Would you like that? Walking around with cum dripping out of both of your holes?”

You openly cry at his filthy words, clenching harder around him.

“Oh, pretty doll likes that. You think I’d never notice how many times you’ve tried to get Mark to fuck you while we’re eating dinner? How many times you’ve sat on his lap in the dressing rooms and tried to get him to fuck you in front of us? Naughtily little slut.”

“Yuta, Yuta,” you gasp, your third orgasm of the night building. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Want to cum? Why don’t you cum for me then? Show Mark why he should be more protective of his girl.”

You follow his command, seeing white as you cum again. Yuta’s right behind you, still hissing dirty confessions.

“Always wondered what it was like to see you stuffed full of cum. Pretty little girl, just waiting to be bred all the time. Practically made to take cock.”

He growls and with a few more snaps of his hips, he shoots his cum deep inside you. You whine as his warmth fills you, Mark’s cum still leaking out of your other hole.

You feel absolutely used when Yuta pulls away from you. You didn’t even notice Mark had entered the room again until he starts cleaning you up. You smile sleepily at him.

“I hope that was okay.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “More than okay. Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you faintly hear Yuta say, “We should do that again, I could die a happy man in your girlfriend’s cunt.”

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