#I’d give this pussy to him every. fucking. morning.
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hongjoong’s vlog is so boyfriend coded, and he did that intentionally. this man knows our delulu asses love this type of content from him, cuz he’s aware of how down bad we are :))
#i had to take a couple of hours after watching this to process#cuz this was A LOT#the morning bare face beauty 😩😩😩#whyyyy does he have to look so fuckable when he’s JUST BRUSHING HIS TEETH#the one button the arms out the forehead the bare face#UHHHHHHFGGGGHH#I’d give this pussy to him every. fucking. morning.#ok and then him showing the shot of him getting ready in just the tank top#OUCH#THAT WAS PERSONAL#the ARMS#FUCK ME SIDEWAYS#*inahle* HIM DRIVING !!!!!!!!!!#the ultimate boyfriend content#he looks HOT behind the wheel#the road head I’d give this man🥴🥴🥴#…..him in the gym#him leaning back just reclined looking all ridable#wanna straddle him and ride his shit SO BAD😩😩😩#he made sure to show off his arm too🙃🙃🙃#THE STUDIO CONTENT I AM LIVING#the cap while he’s driving at night🫠🫠🫠#so hongjoong when you gonna propose like#I’m ready 🤨💍#hongjoong hard thoughts#ateez hard thoughts#joongie#☕️
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Little Heaven
Synopsis. He’s just your friend-with-benefits, right? So why - in the still haze of the soft sheets and you, fúcking you so sensual and tenderly - does he feel like he’s found his own personal heaven?
Pairing. Multiple x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, kinda fluffy, he’s both pússydrunk and in love, slow to rough, marking, mentions of marriage and kids, morning, swearing.
Word count. 1.3k
A/N. Probably the fluffiest smút I’ve ever written.
You were just his friend-with-benefits, right? No strings attached, right?
So why was he here? Sinking into your plush mattress, quiet morning sun just barely peeking in through the curtains as he wraps his arms around your naked figure.
God, he really shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be laying you on your side, drinking in your soft little, “G’mornin’.” Both of your movements languid and still burning with soreness. Your hips pushing back desperately into his as he positions himself so that his leaking tip was just kissing your swollen folds.
He shouldn’t be whispering soft kisses into the marks that littered your skin. Licking one, long stripe up the sinful trail of hickies down your neck. All sensual touches where it was bruising grips last night.
That was rule #1, right? No marks.
Or was it #4…
Ah, right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Not when his greedy eyes wander the expanse of your face, fingers trailing along the features he’s mapped a thousand times over. Tracing delicate patterns across your skin, snaking down, down, down to leisurely lift your leg a little higher.
Bare chest warm against your back, his voice is low and gravelly in your ear as he whispers, “I had a dream y’know.”
Mind still thinly veiled with sleep, you lean into his warm touch, “Mhm?”
Your breath hitches at the way he drags his swollen head teasingly across your slit, pooling your slick on his achingly hard tip. Smearing your juices with his thumb as he pumps himself lazily. It’s so torturously good. You almost miss the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck, murmuring a soft “Had a dream of us.”
Oh?
Before you can overthink his words, he’s nudging in gently. So agonizingly gentle. And you can do nothing more than let out barely-audible whispers of his name as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt.
You feel so full. So drunk off of the delicious burn of your pussy and him.
And it seems he was drunk on you just as much, because as soon as his hips are flush against yours, the words escape him. So quiet and groggy with sleep, that you almost don’t catch them.
“Had a dream that I made you my beautiful bride.”
Oh.
That was new. His words hung heavy in the heady air.
Shivers run down your spine - all the way to where he was buried in your dripping cunt. Your voice is slightly shaky as you let out a humorless laugh, “Oh yeah? Must’ve been a nightmare then.”
Soft lips press against your forehead, breathing in your scent. Absolutely searing as he mutters out a muffled, “No, was the best dream I ever had.”
And then, with the audacity of someone who didn’t just send your mind reeling, he pulls his hips back unhurriedly. Immediately fucking into you at a slow, sensual pace. Tip kissing your cervix as he rolls his hips languidly into yours, making sure you feel every bump and graze against your tight walls.
You don’t know what’s more maddening - his agonizing pace or the words that tumble out of his lips. “Y’looked so beautiful in white. So pretty walking down the aisle to me.”
His lips brush against yours, hands dancing across every inch of you he could reach. Gently caressing the skin like it’s something divine, soothing over the marks from last night as if an apology. “Don’ think I’d want to see anyone else there.”
You glance back at him - only to find his eyes already on you. A jolt of electricity runs across your skin at the pure warmth in them. And you realize that, no, this wasn’t a joke.
Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply grind your hips down to meet his, abs rubbing against your ass. Letting out a broken whimper of what sounds like his name as he moves down a hand to press rough, little circles over and over your throbbing clit.
“Saw a little something else too.” he hums, a sly smile curling his lips as his other hand dances across your body to press down on your stomach. Hard. “Saw that I had some competition - two actually. Funny, right?”
“Hah- h-hilarious.” you manage to choke out as his thumb speeds up on your clit, hips moving a bit more purposefully. A bit more like you were used to. Rock-hard cock plunging into your quivering cunt in deliberate, sloppy thrusts that have you white-knuckling the sheets.
“Though…” he trails off dangerously, pulling back all the way until his furiously hard tip was just kissing your waiting hole. “I wouldn’t really mind.”
And with that he’s sheathing his throbbing erection in your wet pussy completely. A gasp of delight leaves him at the way you take him so readily. Walls sucking him up so sinfully - perfect. You were always so perfect for him.
“Dreamt we had a lil’ house with a big garden.” God, he can feel his cock harden so painfully at the fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your pretty lips each time his hip smack into yours. It’s music to his ears, such a shame he just can’t shut the fuck up right now. “And then you dressed the kids up while I made breakfast.”
“Then you made us do taxes and I didn’t even fucking mind.” His voice is strained now, words slurring together as he rams his cock deeper and deeper, glistening with your slick in the soft morning glow.
“And finally at night, I say we should make a third one.”
He looks at you, a sly grin stretching his lips, eyes half-lidded and a dangerous twinkle in them that has you wondering whether everything he said before was merely a ruse to fuck you silly. And it probably shows on your face - because he grins lowly in your ear, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have till our wedding night f’me to fuck you slow.”
And oh he almost feels guilty. But he can’t bring himself to slow down at the way your swollen lips drop into such a pretty oh! at his words. Mewling at the sting of his heavy balls as they smack your ass. Walls clamping down desperately on his dick, milking him for every drop of pleasure. Each thrust into your warm core has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, brows furrowing in ecstasy as he focuses on making you lose your mind.
He shifts his angle slightly, grinding expertly against your g-spot just right, and you throw your head back, releasing a low moan of his name.
“Shit. Yeah, say m’name, sweetheart. Jus’ like that.” he moans breathlessly.
His name - soon to be yours.
Maybe.
You turn your head to face him, eyes fiery as you capture his in an equally scorching kiss. Cock slamming into your poor, abused cunt with an intensity that matches that of your lips.
Probably.
Biting down on his lower lips, soft yet insistent. Humming deliriously against his mouth - and in the heat of it all, he feels you smile against his lips. Ever-so-slightly.
Definitely.
And then you’re cumming. White-hot pleasure behind your eyes, walls clamping down so deliciously around his twitching cock. It sends him over the edge as well - whispering your name as if a prayer, voice hoarse with emotions neither of you could name at this very moment.
Hot ropes of his thick cum paint your trembling cunt white, milking the soul out of him as you both ride out your climaxes together. A creamy ring forming around his base as some truly animalistic part of himself fucks his seed into you - a promise, he likes to think.
“I’m serious about the dream.”
Almost as gentle as that one.
As the haze settles, his thrusts slowing down to just shallow grinds, a fragile silence envelopes the room as neither of you speak. Because maybe no other words were needed.
And right now, morning sunlight harsh on his skin, strong arms pulling you warm body flush against his, no one but you two in this quiet world - he doesn’t think he’d like to be anywhere else.
All is well in your little heaven.
- GOJO, GETO, Choso, SUNA, ATSUMU, Tsukishima, Kuroo, EREN
A/N. Bro it took longer to think of what to write than to write this.
Plagiarism not authorized.
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#aot x reader#aot smut#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#gojo x reader#gojo smut#choso x reader#choso smut#geto x reader#geto smut#tsukishima x reader#kuroo x reader#suna x reader#atsumu x reader#eren x reader#suna smut#kuroo smut#tonywrites#eren smut#atsumu smut#tsukishima smut
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲?
✰ characters ✰ 𝐆. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐆. 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐅. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒. 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐍. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐊. 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨
✰ summary ✰ them overhearing you say you can take all of them at once (f!reader)
✰ tags/warnings ✰ kissing, teasing, biting, nipple play, biting, pussy licking
✰ kyun’s note ✰ this took a lot out of me, part 2 will be posted when I wake up because apparently there is a word count and I’m too tired to do anything about that right now. the tags will correspond to what part they are in so that’s why the tags look different than in the original outline. the taglist will stay the same with each part
maybe you should have been quieter
maybe you should have make sure nobody was around to hear you
maybe you should have declined their offer and went home to complete your assignments
maybe you’ll regret it in the morning when the pain settles in but that’s a problem for the you of tomorrow
it all started with a whispered comment you shared with your friends, while you watched gojo and geto walk past, you had said that you would let their whole friend group have their way with you unknowing of gojo’s impeccable hearing. you went on a tangent going into detail about all the things you would let them do to you letting the list drag on, shamelessly sharing your desires of all of them. that is until you felt an unfamiliar presence behind you placing their hands on your shoulder causing you to stop your rambling.
not daring to turn around after seeing the long nimble fingers resting on your shoulders as well as the way your friend was looking up at him with wide eyes, there was no doubt in your mind that the sweet scent coming from behind you belonged to gojo. “oh no, don’t stop on my account keep going. I’d love to hear more about what you’d let me do to you” the playful tone in his voice has you thinking that maybe he’ll let you off and move on. its not until he sits down in front of you, one leg over the bench mirroring your position, that you realise he wont leave without getting what he wants.
you try to slide back from him only to collide back into what you can only assume is geto’s firm chest. you have no clue as to when he sat behind you and you barely have to time to process his closeness before he speaks “theres no need to run away from us, we only want to hear what you have to say” his hand snakes around your waist holding you in place his low voice almost hypnotic as his friend flashes his pearly white seemingly innocent smile at you. you’re basically sandwiched in between them and you’re sure that your heart is beating loud enough for them both to hear.
your tongue is dry inside you mouth as you slowly start running out of ways in your head to avoid having to continue your speech. “I’m sure you’ve heard enough already I doubt theres anymore you’d wanna hear from me. I was finished anyway” you hope that’s enough for them but with the way gojo’s smile turn into a devious smirk you can tell they’re not gong to let you off the hook so easily. “oh really, cause if I can recall I remember you saying you’d let me use my fingers to choke you while I fuck you from behind, isn’t that right?”
he doesn’t even blush at his your vulgar statement while holding up his fingers in front of your face curling them into a c-shape as if to act out what he said, his predatory smile back in place. your eyes follow his hands as they drop back in front of him, he gives you a moment before turning his head to the side reminding you of his question but his companion answers for him. “i know what i heard, she also mentioned being spit roasted by both of us, if I’m not mistaken” he’s not and you’re starting to winder just how much they heard you say, you wouldn’t be surprised if they has heard all of it.
without at moments fail they begin to recite you every word, gojo making all sorts of obscene hand gestures while he speaks and you try to hang your head down in shame but gojo’s surprisingly warm hand lifts it up by your chin a small pout on his face “no need to hide princess, we’re only teasing. we’ll stop if you don’t like it” it kind of shocks you that he’s being considerate, considering all the stories you’ve heard of him have been about him being selfish. “not to say that we wouldn’t take you up on your offer is that’s what it is. i’m sure the others wouldnt mind either”
if gojos hand hadn’t already lifted you head you’re sure you would have gained whiplash from the way his friends statement has you turning your head to him with wide eyes. surely he must be joking right? theres no way that all of his friends would agree to live out all your fantasies with them. however the look on his normally impassive dace tell you that he’s serious, he was never known to be a joker anyway leaving all of that to gojo. “he’s serious ya’ know. I’m sure the others would be up for it, however it’s all up to you of course,” he waits before rephrasing his question “so? you up for it?”
you’re unsure as to whether you should accept his proposal or not but from what you’ve heard you’ve sure that you would regret it for the rest of you life if you rejected them now. “I mean if you’re really willing to then I guess I’m okay with it” you shrug and gojo’s toothy smile was back on his face in a flash as well as the hand behind you squeezing your waist gently, you had almost forgot that it was there. “perfect just give me your number and I’ll sort out the details” he hands you his unlocked phone and you type your number in it before handing it back to him. “perfect, I’ll see ya later princess”
he’s up and off just as quick as he came to sit down his companion following in suit both of them walking away side by side unknowing of the mess they just created in you head. it’s not a second later that you remember your friend and turn back to she see her sitting there with the same shocked expression as you except while your mouth was left gaping hers was raised into a crazed grin. having sat there throughout the whole interaction, you’re surprised she didn’t interrupt. the two of you leave your spot fawning over your predicament until you get a message from an unknown number with an address and time sent off with a blue heart emoji blue.
you quickly save his number and part with your friend leaving for your last lesson of the day, anticipation killing you all throughout the lecture. it’s no lie to say you almost run outside the room when the session finishes making your way home to freshen up and get ready. gojo had told you to be at his place by 4:30 earliest so you still had some time before you had to be there, plus you didn’t want to arrive early and seem to desperate even though you were. so you took your time getting ready making sure everything was making sure to pick out something comfortable to wear.
you had spent part of your afternoon in the shower making sure you were smooth as silk, washing yourself off with your favourite scented soap. making sure to rub cream into all parts of your skinthe time went by quick and before you knew it it was 4:28. you didn’t realise how long it took you to get ready but at least you knew that your were prepared enough. you search up the address gojo gave you and make your way there with slow steps giving yourself enough time to think through your life choices. you manage not to talk yourself out of it and soon enough you’re standing in front of their house.
before you chicken out at the latest second you quickly ring the doorbell and seal your fate, it’s not long before you hear steps coming your way making your heart beat faster. the door soon swings open slowly to reveal geto smiling down at you “glad you decided to come, have any trouble finding the house?” he steps aside you let you in closing the door behind you. in all honesty your surprised with the state of the house, you would expect it to be messy considering all the parties they’re said to have but it’s relatively clean bar a couple of cups on the living room table that geto leads you to.
“no it was a quick journey. why wouldn’t I come?” who in their right mind would turn down a chance to fuck the hottest guys on campus. you take a seat on the black leather sofa positioned in front of the wide inch tv and almost flinch when geto sits almost directly next to you. “it didn’t seem like you were to keen back at the table, I thought me might have come on to swing and scared you off” he picks up the remote from somewhere and turns on the tv, flicking through some channels he looks back to you with a reassuring smile. “you can still back out it you want the guys won’t mind”
“no, I’m sure. I’m just a little nervous is all, it’s my first time doing something…” you trail off at the end not sure how to phrase it but geto picks up for you “you mean you’ve never fucked this many people at once?” you can hear the smirk in his voice without looking at him and it’s clear as day that he’s teasing you “yeah, exactly that. but I’m sure you guys will make it worth my while won’t you?” you turn to look at him with an unwavering and seductive stare not planning on letting have all the fun. it’s seem to have caught him off guard with they way his eyes widen a little bit at your boldness.
seeing that your earlier nerves have dissipated he seems a little more eager to get started on your plans, placing your legs over his spread ones massaging his hand over your inner thigh slowly edging his hand further up. you part your legs a little to give him more access and use your arm to bring him into a kiss which he more than happily accepts. your lips melt against when he begins to deepen the kiss licking his way into your mouth. it’s only a second later that you realise the cold sensation you feel is his tongue piercing, which you didnt realise he had, mapping out the inside of your mouth.
he soon becomes impatient and pulls you on top of him without breaking the kiss, leaving you flush against him full body pressing down on his. he sucks in the small moan you let out when you fell his erection through the fabric of your clothes pressing directly into your cunt. even without opening your eyes you can feel him smirk into the kiss knowing that he’s having an affect on you. deciding that you won’t let him be the only one unaffected you roll your hips down into his, threading your hand into his tied up hair gripping onto it tightly and it’s a delight to hear the sharp “fuck” he lets out.
you pull back from the kiss leaving small trail of saliva connecting both of you lips for a second as you let out a small yelp when both his hand come down and slap your ass. the both of you are now breathing heavily trying to regain some air, staring at each other with lust blown eyes when he recovers. using his hands to keep you still he grinds his hips up into yours. “it’s cute that you’re trying to take control but just leave everything to me princess, I’ll make you feel good” you have half a mind to nod your head when he uses both his hands to grip your ass, squeezing sporadically.
just as you’re about to lean down and kiss him again you’re interrupted by an exaggerated gasp behind geto only to find gojo standing by the stairs surely hiding a grin behind his hinds that are clasped over his mouth. “how could you two start without me” you’re about to apologise but geto stops you, “ignore him” pressing kisses into the side of your neck while sliding a cold hand up your shirt sending a shiver down your spine. you’re so distracted by the feeling of geto’s soft lips on your skin that you hardly notice when gojo ends up kneeling next the the two of you on the sofa.
you’re startled by the sudden contrast of geto’s cold hands to gojo’s warm ones turning your head to his direction, looking at you with his now familiar predatory grin, “I could hear your cute little noises from upstairs, is he making you feels good?” your response is cut off by a moan as geto rolls his hips into yours again, “stop talking and make better use of your mouth” he says without his lips leaving your neck and you watch as gojo rolls his eyes playfully but complies with his friends command with a silent whisper of “so bossy” before leaning down and latching his lips onto yours.
unlike geto whose kiss was more rough and impatient, gojo focuses his attention on teasing you endlessly. gently brushing his lips against yours slowly pulling away, revelling in the way you try to chase his lips with a whine only to be pulled back by an annoyed geto. “I thought I told you to be useful?” he spans his attention back to you gesturing at your top lifting it slightly, agreeing you lift your shirt off and throw it behind you. gojo’s quick to unclasp your bra, taking it off to drop on top of your shirt. “yeah yeah whatever” he makes quick work of sucking your nipple into his mouth, biting down hard.
you arch into his touch while geto holds you down by your hips, flicking your other nipples while he watches your face contort into pleasure. it’s like the both of them are competing to see who can get the better reaction out of you, the near constant rolling of geto’s hips into yours versus how gojo relentlessly bites and sucks on your nipple. their more than experienced hands start to roam your body and you’re now starting to believe all the rumours that were said about them. if it feels this good with just the two of them you wonder what it’ll be like with the rest of them.
just as the thought passes you hear someone come through the front door and you try to look but you’re stopped as geto pulls you into another sloppy kiss. “impatient fucks, I thought you said you were gonna wait until we all got here” the voice comes closer but getos lips are still locked with yours and you cant bear to break the kiss. that is until a thick hand hooks around your neck from behind you pulling you away from geto’s lips. he turns you to face him and youre met with toji’s mocking grin. “she looks gone already, fuck what did you two do to her” he inspects you face for a second before letting go.
“nothing she hasn’t thought about before,” gojo smiles as he turns to you “isnt that right princess?” you don’t trust your voice enough to speak so a weak nod is all that you can manage, seeming to have accepted the response toji lets go of you neck and you already miss the heated grip around your neck as you subconsciously try to lean back into the touch which earns you a laugh from the trio. “seems like she’s tired of you two, how about you come upstairs with me?” not that you’re given a chance to answer as he effortlessly picks you up from geto holding you bridal style in your half-naked state.
you can feel his thick muscles flexing under you as he adjusts his hold while he ignores the protests from the other two men trailing behind him. he makes sure to watch where hes going when he walks so it gives you a chance to study his features. this is the closest that you’ve ever been up to him, sure you’ve seen pictures and caught glimpses of him around campus but seeing something in person is different, especially the fact that you cant smell through pictures. god he smells so fucking good. you can even see the thin layer of sweat over he exposed neck, probably having just come back from exercise.
I wanna lick the sweat off him, wonder if he’d let me. due to your gaze being lowered you failed to notice him smiling down at you. “I’d let you do anything you fucking want sweet cheeks, s’long as you let me get a taste of you first” your head snaps up to him, eyes widening in shock not realising you had said that out loud. ‘I really have an issue keeping my mouth shut don’t i- hold on’ “sweet cheeks?”. he chuckles deeply and you can fell the vibration coming off his thick chest. “s’there a problem? anyone with eyes can see a great piece of ass, I’m just the lucky guy that gets to have it”
in the few seconds the interaction had happen toji had managed to open a door, entering a room and practically tossing you onto the edge of a neatly spread bed. looking around you can gather that it’s probably a guest bedroom. the other two enter only shortly “we weren’t doing with her yet” gojo complains. “not my problem, it’s my turn now” in a quick motion he pulls his tank over his head snd gets down on his knees in front of you. “now how about we get rid of these,” without asking he pulls down your joggers and panties in one fluid motion leaving you bare in front of them. “that’s better”
you try to close your legs in modesty but toji stops you by spreading your legs wider than before with both hands “keep ‘em nice and wide for me,” he lets a hand slide down almost reaching your inviting pussy “keep ‘em and I’ll stop yeah?” you not airily hoping he’ll finally start but he doesn’t move clearly waiting for something else “I need words cheeks” you let out a frustrated groan before complying with his request. “I won’t close them just fucking do something already” his eyes look shocked but he grins at your boldness, however both geto and gojo, aquatinted with you sass, just laugh.
“such a needy cunt you have, can’t wait to be stuffed full” he slides both hands under your thighs and pulls you directly in front of him, leaning back and resting on your elbows waiting for what he’s for what he’s going to do next. you let out a whimper, relieved to finally be touched, when he runs two fingers up your pussy collecting your juices on his fingers and sucks them into him mouth ands moans at the taste while maintaining eye contact with you. “tastes better than I imagined, ‘toru come here” you’re suddenly reminded of the other two’s presence at the mention of his name.
its takes a second for you to notice that geto isn't standing were he was before until the bed dips behind you and your raised to lean against is chest, trying to look back at him but his cold hands lower your gaze down to were gojo is not knelt between your legs alongside toji. "keep your eyes on them, don't pay attention to me" his sonorous voice sends chills down your bare neck while you turn your attention back to the, now two, boys below you. gojo starts tailing kisses up your thighs looking up at you through his platinum lashes until toji pulls him back with a firm tug of is hair that as him letting out a grunt
"i didn't say you could touch did i?" watching as the two men stare at each other, you let out a whine at the sudden loss of touch but its quickly replaced by geto's cold fingers tweaking your nipple "be patient you'll get what you want soon enough" you're now left with both legs spread wide over geto's, almost begging for someone to do something, anything at this point. luckily your prayers are answered when geto runs a ands down your abdomen pressing a wet kiss to your neck "you do know its rude to keep your guests waiting right?"
at his reminder both men turn back to you with similar grins on their faces, though toji doesn't release his grip on gojo's hair he quickly whisper something into is ear that you cant hear before turning back to you "my bad, 's just that this little bitch as no patience 'n doesn't know how to listen". geto ignores then and turns your head towards him while the other one pinch and roll your nipple between is fingers, latching his lips onto yours in a wet kiss eliciting a moan from you, which distracts you from the other two. your eyes shoot back open, a hot tongue is presses flat against your pussy.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍
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The Fall of Spider-Man
bottom!ftm Miguel x top!masc!villain reader
🕷️ Word Count: 1,897 🕷️
AFAB Language Used
CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Lingerie, Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Crying, Corruption, Creampie, Nipple Play, Pregnancy Mention, Stockholm Syndrome (Kinda?)
Miguel’s eyes shoot open. He immediately analyzes his surroundings. He’s tied up and on the floor. He can't see anything but he can tell he’s wearing lingerie. He feels sick. His first instinct is to try and get out of his restraints but no matter how hard he tries, nothing happens. He’s powerless. How? Why? When? Where the hell is he? He looks around the dark room, stopping to look at a door. There's light coming from behind it and he can hear movements. Footsteps. Getting closer and closer.
“You’re awake! Good morning, Miguel.” You smile, turning the lights on before walking towards him. “How are you feeling?”
“Who are you?” He asks.
You give him your name. “The person who's going to defeat Spider-Man once and for all.” You grin. “Although my methods are a bit unconventional.” You chuckle.
Miguel keeps his mouth shut, waiting to hear what you have to say next. Your confidence scares him. It's not like he's never met a confident villain before, it's honestly less likely to meet an insecure one, but your confidence is scary. You know something he doesn't. He knows you're dangerous. He always chooses to fight but everything inside him is screaming to run away. It's not like he has the choice now though.
“Pretty soon, you’ll be my beautiful husband and the father of our children.” You kiss his forehead. His heart drops. “But first, I’m gonna have some fun with you.” You kneel down and caress his cheek. He grimaces in disgust. “Let me give you the play by play.” You push his lacy red panties aside. “First, I’m gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours and give it a lot of love.” You rub his clit. “Then, once I’m done, I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you. I’ll make sure to go real slow, make you feel every inch of my cock.” You bring your fingers down to his entrance and push two of them in.
“Yo- you're sick.” He spits on you.
You wipe your cheek. “I didn't give you permission to speak, or spit.” You slap his cunt, earning a moan from him. “Watch yourself, Miguel.”
He looks at you angrily but doesn't say anything, too ashamed of the sound he just made and too afraid of the consequences to do so. You push your fingers in and out of his cunt, giving Miguel unwelcomed pleasure. “You like that?” You smirk, moving faster. He bites his lip to silence his moans. “I know you do. Even if you try to deny it, your body doesn't lie.”
He hates this so much.
“And then, I’ll pick up the pace. I’ll fuck you rough and hard. So rough that you won't be able to think. So hard that you’ll cry.” You push your fingers all the way in and thumb his clit, moving your fingers inside of him absentmindedly. He tries to fight against the pleasure but it's no use. He’s going to come.
“I’d love to see you cry.” You grin. He’s not going to cry. He might do a plethora of shameful things tonight but one thing he isn't going to do is cry. He refuses to. “I know you think it's impossible but it's not. And I can't wait to see you break.” You punctuate your last word with a hit to his g-spot. Miguel gasps, hips raising in the air as he squirts. Miguel looks down at himself in shame, cheeks burning hotter than a flame. He’s never done that before. He hates that you're the reason it happened. “Oh Miguel…” You let out a sharp breath.
You move in between his legs and dig into his wet cunt, slurping up his slick before tonguing his sensitive hole. Miguel squirms around in protest. Why does this feel so good? He wants to curse you out but he's worried about what you’ll do if he acts out. He feels terrible and so fucking good at the same time. He wants to kill you but he also doesn't want you to stop. He rolls his eyes back and squirts again, feeling extremely exhausted.
You pull away and stand up, stripping down to nothing. Miguel looks at your cock in horror. That's not going to fit! He desperately tries to get away but he can't do much in the position he's in.
“You’re really boosting my ego, Miguel.” You chuckle, kneeling back down and grabbing his waist. You pull him close to you so his thighs are on yours and your shaft is right against his cunt. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You look at him like the 5 star meal he is. You move him so that his pussy is sliding up and down your length, bringing the both of you pleasure.
He bares his fangs, showing you how angry he is without speaking. “Aw, you don't like this?” You frown, faking sympathy. “Or is it that you want something else?” You grin. “You want me to fuck you, is that it? You want me to finally fuck you?”
Miguel shakes his head rapidly. You move him backwards, just enough for you to be able to make an easier entrance. You point your tip against his clit, smearing pre cum over it and sliding down in between his folds. You tease him with your entrance, you're gently thrusting into him but only the tip is entering him. He can't stand the feeling. You eventually stop and slowly push your cock inside of him. You weren't exaggerating when you said he’d feel every inch of you. You’re practically tearing him apart with the way you’re stretching him out. You bite your lip, thoroughly enjoying his pussy. “I think I’m in heaven.”
If you’re in heaven, then Miguel’s in hell. You slowly slide in and out of him, reveling in his wet warmth. “That's right baby, sit back and take it like the pretty little slut you are.” You place your hand over the bulge of your cock on his stomach, enjoying the way it feels as you move and how sexy he looks with his tummy bulging. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that? Doing so well…”
He doesn't want to be good for you. He doesn't want you to enjoy this. If he wasn't afraid of the consequences he’d curse you out. You rub his clit gently, causing his breathing to turn shallow. “I wanna feel you come..” You mutter. “Come for me, baby.”
He grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from giving you what you want but it's too difficult. He can't hold back. It all feels too good, his pussy feels way too good, he can't do anything to prevent this. He shuts his eyes and comes, walls fluttering around your length. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel. You may be prickly but at least you know how to follow orders.” You caress his cheek. He turns away from your touch. “Even after all that…you're still trying to keep up this facade?” You pull away and turn him onto his stomach. “You won't be able to pretend any longer, Miguel.” You raise his ass in the air and plunge your length fully into him. He gasps. Miguel doesn't even get a minute to adjust to the new position thanks to you suddenly pounding into him. He rolls his eyes back, letting out uncontrollable moans as you fuck the shame out of him. He can barely think over the explicit sounds of your hips snapping against his ass and the loud wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his sensitive pussy. You're going too fast for him to even try and act like he doesn't like it. He’s always had a thing for being treated roughly and you're fulfilling his need for it. You pull on his hair, causing him to let out an almost scream-like moan as he squirts.
“Fu- fuck-” He feels tears welling up in his eyes as you continue fucking him through his orgasm.
“‘M gonna give you the child you always wanted, Miguel.” You fuck him even rougher than before, chasing your orgasm. Tears flow rapidly from Miguel’s eyes, as if there was a blockage that contained all his tears and prevented him from crying all these years. He sobs, crying loudly as you overwhelm him with pleasure. It feels good but it's too much, he can't handle it. He loves it but he needs it to stop. “Ah, I love hearing you cry..” You slow down your thrusts and dump your load inside of him. Miguel uses this break to finally catch his breath and calm down.
“Aw, was it too much for you, baby?” You coo, rubbing your hand down his back.
Miguel nods. “Ple- please..” He whimpers.
You pull out and turn him around. You pick him up and sink him down on your cock. You place your hands on his waist and kiss his cheek. “You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” You caress his face gently. He sniffles, not sure how to feel about that. You press your lips against his, kissing him slowly and sensually. Miguel reciprocates the kiss, following your tongue movements and subconsciously grinding down on your cock. He feels a little less stimulated than before. He feels like he's about to have an orgasm that’ll never come and somehow it feels good. He doesn't know how he feels about you now but you make him feel good, and thanks to the current state of mind he's in now, that's all that matters.
You pull away from the kiss and pepper kisses down his throat and to his chest. You undo the clip in the middle of his bra, causing the two cups to separate and reveal his breasts. You latch onto his nipple, sucking it gently while your hand goes to pull and twist on the other one. Miguel whimpers in pleasure. His nipples are so sensitive, he’ll definitely come from this. “mmh..” Miguel grinds down harder as he orgasms, his pussy clenching and unclenching around your length. You pull away from his nipple, your saliva dripping down the brown bud.
He still despises you but he knows he'll be stuck with you from now on. He’ll eventually learn to love you.
Miguel turns on the radio as he starts cooking breakfast. The reporter talks about all the crime going on in the city and he doesn't seem to care, even though he’s back to normal and completely autonomous, he has no intention of going out to fight. He wants to stay home with you. The Spider Society’s been trying to contact him but he's ignored all their calls. He only leaves the house for dates and groceries, why would he go anywhere without you? He loves you so much, he wants to stay by your side as much as he can. Nobody seems to understand it but he doesn't care to explain it to them. Peter B. and Jessica have been trying to convince Miguel to come back and many spider people have tried to kill you but to no avail. He doesn't want to come back, especially not when they're trying to kill his beloved. He’s perfectly content with where he is now and he can't wait to have his first child with you.
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To Be Worshipped
Theodore Nott x fem!reader; smut
summary: studying can be so stressful, lucky for you, your boyfriend theodore is always eager to help you relax
a/n: you could consider this a companion piece to For You, I’d Fall from Grace, but the reader is receiving in this one 🫶 this was supposed to be up for lorenzo’s birthday but then i went out with coworkers and got tipsy, sorry. pure smut, 18+ only
It was almost one in the morning and you were still scribbling down notes for your History of Magic exam that was fast approaching. The slytherin common room was nice and quiet, the lamp at the desk illuminating a small radius around you. You were so lost in names and dates that you didn’t hear your boyfriend Theo approaching.
You jumped slightly at the sudden hands on your shoulders, looking behind you to see him looking at you with raised eyebrows. “What?”
He chuckles quietly, “I said you look stressed and that you need a break.” He tucks a stray bit of hair behind your ear.
“I dunno Teddy, I really want to do well on this and I don’t even know if I could relax right now if I do take a break.”
He bends down to whisper in your ear, “be a good girl and leave the relaxing bit to me.”
♡ ♡ ♡
As you spread your legs for him, he grabs your hips and yanks you to the edge of the bed, making you yelp. You prop yourself onto your forearms as he drops to his knees with a thud, his intense gaze never leaving your face. He gently pushes your legs open a bit wider.
Theo litters your left thigh with soft kisses and little nips, trailing towards your pussy. Before he finally reaches it, he pulls away and does the same to the other thigh, making you whine softly.
This time he does reach your heat, kissing the outside with soft lips. He spreads you open, admiring how gorgeous you are for a moment, “you’re already so wet for me, amore.”
Before you can fully process it, his mouth is on your folds, seemingly unable to hold himself back anymore. The feeling of his warm tongue against you alone is enough to pull a moan out of you. He takes a few tantalizingly slow licks through your folds, brushing his tongue over your clit before repeating the motion. It sends shock waves through you every time he touches it and in response he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs.
Once Theo is satisfied with his first taste, he flattens his tongue and runs it over your clit in firm, rhythmic motions. Another, softer moan escapes you. As he relentlessly rubs that spot, you lose the ability to keep yourself up, arms giving out from under you. Your back hits the mattress and Theo takes the movement as a cue to speed up. Moans turn into needy whimpers as he refuses to let up on pressure or speed.
One of his hands slides up your side to reach your breast and he takes a moment to gently knead at it. His fingertips ghost over a nipple, making your entire body twitch. His tongue continues to toy with that bundle of nerves as he begins rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally pulling on it.
He takes a moment to dip his tongue into your entrance and he moans. The vibrations cause your legs to shake and the sound contributes in making your brain go fuzzy. You jolt again when his other hand moves so his thumb can rub your clit, picking up a circular motion. As his thumb works against you, he fucks into you with his tongue.
Theo’s tongue slips back out to lick up to your clit once again, his fingers coming down to tease at your entrance instead. His other hand is still toying with your nipple and you can barely keep up with the assault of sensations.
He slides a finger into you, the mixture of your arousal and his saliva making it go in easily. His finger thrusts into you deep and hard, picking up speed as moans start to fall from your mouth. When Theo curls his finger, hitting your g-spot, you almost come undone then and there.
He pulls back a bit to watch you shake, finger still thrusting, “fuck dolcezza, you okay? You’re trembling.” You can hear the smirk in his voice and a frustrated groan leaves your lips.
“Teddy, please,” your thighs twitch as you lock his head in with your legs. Before you can beg more, his mouth is back on you and he’s adding a second finger.
His tongue teases at your clit like he was made for it and soon enough you’re bucking your hips up in time with his licks.
You feel a tightening in your core as heat settles there, moans falling out uncontrollably. Feeling that you’re close, Theo doubles down on the speed and pressure of his movements, causing your orgasm to hit you hard.
You let out a strangled moan of his name that comes out as more of a cry as you finish on his tongue.
Your thighs are shaking as you release his head, breathing ragged. It barely registers that Theo has gotten off his knees before his mouth is on yours and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He pinches your nipple once again, causing you to let out something between a yelp and a moan.
“Oh dolcezza, you didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”
♡ ♡ ♡
Theo is lying on his back, looking like something out of a wet dream as he beckons you over. Once you’re within reach, he’s grabbing your hips and guiding you towards his head as you face the rest of his body. When he’s satisfied with your position he pulls you down against him, hot mouth back against your folds. Your abdomen spasms at the feeling, still a little sensitive from your first orgasm, but Theo doesn’t seem to care.
His tongue immediately finds your entrance and your arms are already starting to feel weak. You lean down against his toned torso, head landing on his thigh right beside his clothed dick.
His tongue desperately licks into you, as if he was starving for you. You moan louder than before, body moving to meet his thrusts. His hands never leave your hips, guiding your grinding on his face as he moans, needy.
Your gaze locks on his bulge and you begin to fumble with the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips to help when he feels you struggling. You’re able to get them pulled down, his hard cock springing free. A whimper escapes you.
All the while, his tongue does not let up, redirecting back to your clit, lapping less calculated than before.
Your hands claw at his thighs, causing a few pink lines to appear on his skin. In response, Theo’s fingers dig a little harder into your hips, keeping you grounded. You grind sloppily against his now still tongue as he lets you take control. You find a rhythm quickly, hitting your clit perfectly every time you press back down.
You take the tip of his cock in your mouth, needing something to stop you from crying out. Theo whimpers at the feeling of your soft mouth closing around his dick, hips twitching, as he tries not to thrust up into your throat.
Heat pools in your core once again and it gets harder to keep your rhythm. You feel a second orgasm building, hips involuntarily snapping against his mouth.
You pull off his cock as your orgasm crashes over you again, moaning out his name as he refuses to let up. His hands move to your thighs as you try to squirm away, holding you down.
His tongue laps at your folds, teasing at your clit until you can’t take it anymore. The only thing you can do is whimper as you spasm against his mouth. A third climax hits you quickly with his refusal to let up.
“Teddy, please, can’t.”
He lets you up just enough to speak, “you sure? I think you can be a good girl take more for me.” His hot breath against your skin makes your thighs shake uncontrollably. You bury your face into his thigh as a whine leaves you.
“Okay, okay amore,” he presses one last soft kiss to your folds before helping you turn around to face him. You collapse against his chest and you can hear his heart thumping wildly.
He gives you a kiss to the top of your head and murmurs, “we’ll save it for after you ace that exam.” You can’t stop the quiet moan that escapes your lips.
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Hi honey can you do a text with Matt like he likes the reader and the reader likes him but they are to scared to confess and they make really sexual and suggestive comments and jokes to each other ✌🏼 I love you 💋 Matt is kinda subby and like touches himself to her messages imagining it’s real
Love you,🥰
I have a lot of ideas so just let me know if you need any 💋
texts w/ bsf! matt (part 2)
matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smuttttt, hand job, masturbation, fantasizing
a/n: pls don’t ever stop giving me ideas this ate
previous part !
want me to help ?
any sense of self-control that i had completely left my body when i saw the sentence.
i read it over again and again, trying to figure out whether she was joking or not.
as i let my mind wander, i began to palm myself through my boxers lightly.
i thought about her face, how pretty it would look scrunched up in pleasure, while she chased her orgasm.
suddenly, i felt my phone vibrate in my hand, bringing me back to reality while i began to read the text messages.
i’d spit on the tip and watch you squirm while it dripped down.
“fuck” i sighed out, rubbing myself through the thin material as i imagined her staring up at me, her hands massaging my thighs.
my hips jerked up into the air at the thought, almost as if i could feel her teasing touches.
part of me felt guilty, imagining my best friend’s face inches away from my dick.
but if she didn’t want me to, why would she send a text like that? when we’ve flirted in the past, it was usually all jokes.
but this felt different. maybe it was the morning wood and horny state that i woke up in causing me to misjudge her intentions, or maybe she was teasing me on purpose.
either way, i had no plans of stopping myself from basking in the moment.
besides, if i have my boxers on i’m not technically touching myself to the thought of her…..right ?
i’d give you a few good pumps, squeezing the base and twisting my hand around you.
god, what was she doing ?
i began to apply more pressure to my crotch, pushing and rubbing more and more aggressively.
she was driving me crazy, it’s almost as though she wanted me to drive over to her and fuck the living shit out of her.
and with that thought, i found my mind wandering off again.
i imagined the way she’d scream my name, the way her ass would jiggle while i fucked her from behind while her legs trembled.
then i’d swirl my tongue around the tip teasingly before taking you into my mouth.
she just loved to tease me. i wonder how she’d feel if the roles were reversed.
what would she do if i rubbed my dick against her thighs ? or her stomach ? each time, managing to just miss her pussy ?
would she be a moaning mess under me, whining and crying for me to do something ?
maybe she’d grab my hand, forcing me to pump myself a few times before finally pushing into her.
i’d take every inch of you, deep throating your cock.
i was so lost in my own world, i hadn’t even realized how close i was until i was bucking my hips up into my hand, with quick gasps and curse words flying out of my mouth.
“fuck, fuck, fuck” i whispered out as my hands flew around the sheets, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.
i let out a cry of her name as i came inside of my boxers, forming a wet spot on the light-colored material.
i took in a deep breath, attempting to calm myself when i got another message.
wouldn’t stop until you begged me to.
i’d let you cum all over my face while your legs shook and your body twitched.
i quickly pulled my boxers down, throwing them haphazardly across the room.
my hand immediately flew to my dick, spreading the remains of my orgasm around, making me let out a small whine.
i began to pump myself quickly, imagining how pretty she’d look while thick spurts of my seed flew onto her face.
my eyes were scrunched up, toes curling inward while i pushed through the overwhelming amount of pleasure building inside of me.
soft whimpers fell from my mouth, as the wet sounds of my hand sliding around my dick filled the room.
my head flew back as my phone fell from my hand and onto the bed.
i imagined her on top of me, bracing herself with her hands on my knees as she rode me.
“you wanted me so bad? getting off on my text messages like a little slut? sit there and take it”
“i can’t, it’s too much” i cried out, fisting the sheets as tears pricked at the corner of my eyes.
“you can and you will. take it”
i shook my head vigorously, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “i can’t-” i started.
she’d loop her fingers into my hair, yanking my head towards her chest.
taking the hint, i’d bring my mouth to one of her tits swirling my tongue around her nipple.
i was ripped out of my fantasy quickly, as my hips began to stutter.
i let out an embarrassingly loud whine as my load spilled out of me, covering my abs and thighs.
my body trembled, muscles contracting and relaxing as the aftershocks ran through me.
“holy shit” i whispered as the reality of the situation hit me.
i just jerked off to my best friend’s text messages.
and that was the hardest i’d ever came before.
i fucked up.
🦋🦋🦋🦋
yayyy double update bc i love you <333
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pls pls pls write one where a waiter keeps flirting with y/n and she ignores his advances and eren gets so proud that he takes her home and rewards her for being a good girl AHHHH!!
ughhhhh 😩😩
Eren decided to take you to a nice dinner on a Saturday evening, your hair freshly done, nails freshly done, eyelashes freshly did just during the morning and the afternoon just for this day, just for this date. You loved looking good with your man because he also looked good as well, he got fair compliments as well as you and maybe you even more so, i mean who wouldn’t like a woman like you with a body like that?
Your black dress sat nicely, pushing your boobs together with your gold chain on, ysl heels clicking against the marble like floor while you waited for your waitress to come. “I like the restaurant layout, it’s nice.” You hum, lips pouting with your chin in hand. Then you look at your man, hair down, face clear and lips pink spreading into a gentle smile. He also worn his gold chain, wanted to be like you, but his has your name.
Something about the way your necklace has no trance of Eren’s name but his do made butterflies form in his stomach, like you had him on a leash. Your eyes looks down at his black button up shirt, ironed and clean. You bit your glossed lips but was interrupted by your waiter. “Hello, i’m Nathan and i will be you guys waiter for today. May i start with your drinks…ma’am?” Eren side eyes the waiter like you guys weren’t here together so he should have suggested the drinks together.
He brushed it off as thinking it was some type of mannerism. “Mhm yes, i’d like a blueberry pomegranate lemonade. Whatd’ you want baby?” You smile and eren takes notice you also notice the mans attention towards you. “I’d like water, for now.” He hums, and the waiter stays there for a second, looking at you and then moves away. You go back simply looking through the menu humming along to the piano music in the back.
It wasn’t long before the man came back, with only one drink. And you would of known, it was only yours. “Hm, wheres the water?” You asked as you sat up, the man blushes and fidget on his toes. “Oh silly me, I must’ve forgotten, distracted by a beauty.” you frown and roll your eyes, “yes my boyfriend really is a beauty.” You laugh slightly and the man stands still giving eren a glance as he sits there smiling at the man. “O-oh im not gay i was t-talking about-,” you scoff and told him to go the water.
“It’s so hard being a sexy woman eren, im tired already.” You fake yawn. Eren bites his lip and nods a little. You almost thought eren was upset, thinking if you said anything that may have made the waiter think you were head over hills, but that was before you got home, before you even stepped foot through the door.
You were slammed against the wall behind the front door, wet lips kissing against your coco butter smelling neck. “O-oh gosh.” You breath, barely even understanding what just happened. “My pretty baby, so loyal and so fucking sexy.” He groans in your neck. Grabbing on your thick thighs and spreading them, your heels click against the floor when you almost stumble over. “H-ha t-thank you,” you moan when his hand goes and cups around your fat lips through your red laced panties.
“Had me hard in the restaurant baby, just f-for fuckin breathing.” He rubs two fingers on your swollen clit that throbbed, “wanna please you so good right now, for being such a good girl yea? you so pretty baby, tell me what you want. I swear to you i’ll do it.”
Thats what has you face down and ass in the air on the edge of the bed while Eren stands, fucking your sloppy pussy while both of your hands spread your ass cheeks, seeing your wetness all over his dick, he moves his dick out slowly only to thrust back in harshly, shoving every inch up in you just to hear you gasp and grip on your own ass. One of his hands move up your back and grip the back of your neck and his thrust turns faster, now hitting you all up in your spot that has your toes curling.
“R-right there daddy.” Your moans turn quiet, now only your mouth open and drool on your pillow. “Right there baby? It feels good right there?” He says it so sweetly and nice as he kept his pace up, spitting on your tight hole that never been touched and he circles his thumb right there, your pussy clenches around him and his moans, moving his hand from your neck just to smack your ass. He shoves the tip of his thumb in your hole and you moan loudly,
Moving back and forth on his thick dick, creaming on it, “D-daddy! m’cumming, pl-please ugh fuck.” Your crying now, you move one of your hands from your ass cheek to your clit and start rubbing furious circles on it, you felt your stomach feeling funny before the wetness begin to seek out of it through your finger tips. You sniffled and cried. “Yea mama, just like that. Such a good girl for me hm? Deserve the world pretty. mhm deserve it all.”
“I’m almost finished with you baby. 2 more.”
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I’m not sure if you’re still doing the sex pollen stories butttt I just read the one for Price (holy shit🔥)and I thought I’d ask for a Graves one🫠
Ah yes... GRAVES. First time writing for him... Damn ... Hope you'll like it...
Philip Graves on Sex Pollen (GN!reader)
Graves would be cocky. Probably would brush aside any worry you threw his way. He'd joke about it, saying he'll have a great night or something. You'd eye him suspiciously, keeping an eye from far away. That man is proud. So when the symptoms start to truly break him, he has to step away from his shadows. You know him. It's been a long time and you know every little manners of this man. You dart behind him.
You walk amongst the dark base hallways until you hear a muffled curse. You slowly peek around the corner just to feel a wave of heat crash over you. The sight of graves, pants and boxers around his thighs as one of his hands holds his shirt up, perfect abs clenching with every stroke of his other hand around his hard member. You feel yourself lick your lips as you watch him pump himself, drops of precum glistening.
You look behind you before finally stepping to him. You watch his eyes widen immediately as you come into view. He should have asked for help. He should have said something. Proud bastard. You drop to your knees in front of him as he lets out a choke of your name.
The salty taste makes you hum as he hissed, throwing his head back. His hands meet your hair, helping you move your warm mouth on his shaft.
Between curses and hisses you can practicality hear the smirk on his face as he mumbles a few words.
"fuck... You just wanted this huh?" He chuckles. "Didn't have to follow me... Could have just asked..." He teased again.
Your tongue circled his tip making him gasp in between words, a silent reminder that right now, you were the one in a position of strength, whether you were the one on your knees or not.
His first release was quick, warm salty at the back of your throat, little 'thanks' and praises falling from his lips.
Eventually, and you don't know by what miracle, you found yourselves in his bed, his hips ramming into you harshly. You were glad you had managed to find some place more private because the pornographic noises from you, him and your pussy made could have fallen in unwanted ears.
"shit... You feel so fucking good... Damn... Should have done this sooner..." He grinned while his cock buried itself faster into your pretty hole.
You could only whine at his taunts, the exhaustion and overwhelming feeling of your previous orgasms making your mind buzz.
"do you think they can hear us?? Fuck... I hope they do..." He teased, his hips faltering.
You threw your head back, another orgasm hitting you harshly as he released himself inside you.
He was more than desperate. It was complicated to keep his strong facade, cocky and proud, he was too lost on you. Lost in the pretty sounds you made and the way your body reacted to him. The way you clenched around his cock perfectly. He'd be embarrassed in the morning, fuck... But right now, he had his face hidden in your neck, kisses and bites muffling moans and begs for you to let him cum inside you again.
If you'd tap out and you'd give him consent to keep fucking you, he would. No hesitation. His large hands on your hips as his eyes wouldn't look away from where the two of you connected. The view only sending him to the edge again.
You'd blink your eyes open, the feeling of his thick cock twitching inside you as he looked down at you with something in between need and appreciation.
In the morning, he'd be gentle for you, in the secrets of his room, soft aftercare. However he'd gloat about you being his now, even though you hadn't even talked about it. Wouldn't deny anything to the shadows talking to each other about strange noises.
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Lowkey p*rn vibes here but reader is friends with John and helps take care of his place when he goes on roadies and she’s cleaning up when she gets a stain on her clothes and decides to just do a load of laundry since she’s there. She borrows one of his dress shirts and she’s putting things in the laundry when he shows up earlier than expected to find her “stuck” in the washer leading to sex
Coffee stain
John Marino x Fem! Reader
Warnings- Smut, cream pie, PinV, slight fingering, squirting, friends with benefits, nipple sucking, on the washing machine
Summary- in the request :)
Word count- 696
I tossed my coffee stained dress into his dirty clothes bin. Johnny had asked me if I could check up on his house every other day while he was gone for hockey and that’s where I was now. The only open time of my day was in the morning so I decided to just make my coffee at his place, in which I spilled on myself. I turn, only in red panties and a matching bra, as I look around his closet.
I look through his shirts and pull out a black dress shirt that I hadn’t seen him wear in years, I figured it would pass as a dress if I pair it with a belt. For the time being I toss the shirt about myself and button it up. I pick up the laundry pain and carry it to his washing machine. I bend down and begin tossing clothes in the machine, my panties peaking from under the shirt.
My humming filtered out the sound of someone entering the house and walking towards me. I jump when I feel a hand cup my heat over my panties. I turn my head to see John and I let out a sigh of relief. “Johnny I-“ he cuts me off by pulling my panties aside and dipping his pointer finger deep into my pussy. “If I knew I’d come back home to see you looking like a whore out of a porno, I would’ve came back sooner.”
I moan and catch my balance by placing my hand on the top of the washer. My back arches as I grind back onto his finger, looking for more greedily. He pulls his hand back, pulling a protest from my mouth. He places his hands on my hips and turns me around before lifting me up and placing me on the washing machine. “Look at you, such a greedy whore f’me, huh?” He teases with a smirk, obviously joking with the nickname.
He spread my legs apart and stations himself in between them before locking his lips on my jaw. “Johnny, please-“ “I know pretty girl, I’ve got you.” He sucks hickeys onto me as he unbuttons the shirt I had borrowed from him. The last button popping open and his hand grope my breast. I arch my back into his hand, the hand that wasn’t holding myself up made its way to scratch his back.
He pulls my lacey bra down to expose my tit. His mouth moves to give kisses down my collar bone and further down until his warm mouth latches on my nipple. My hand moves up to lock themselves in his curls. His teeth tug as he pulls away, causing me to gasp out a moan. Without another word he unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out. I bite my lip as I watch him pull my panties to the side and line himself up.
“You ready, baby?” All I can do to respond to his question is nod. He stations both of his hands on either side of me on the machine before he pushes in. We both let out pornographic moans that really set the seen as he bottoms out in my warm cunt. He pulls back on and slaps himself back in, in a quick movement. The way the dress short way unbuttoned and my tits were spilling out of my bra, moving up and down as he pounded into my tight cunt looked straight out of a porno.
He grasps my hips as he moves faster and harder. I brace myself, wrapping my arms around him as he bruises my cervix. “I’m gonna cum, Johnny!” I moan out as I hold him onto tightly. “Where do you want it?” “In me! I need it in me-“ he slips up a moan as his warm cum coats my insides. The feeling tips me over the edge, my juices spray on his pants in a squirt. “That was so fucking hot.” He says breathlessly as he pulls out of me. “This,” he sighs as he zips up his pants and helps me stand and situate myself, “is happening more often”
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❤ lazy mornings with choso kamo ❤
nsfw ahead: minors dni 18+
a/n: a lil rushed choso drabble as a comeback bc i can't get enough of this sweet 150 year old virgin. unedited bc i h8 myself. ily all & i'm excited to be writing again hehe.
choso's always easily excited in the morning. how can he not be when he gets to wake up to his pretty girl curled up in his arms? your naked back flush against his chest with his arms wrapped around you like neither of you have moved all night. choso's still drowsy from sleep but the feel of your soft rear subconsciously grinding against him for the last couple of hours is enough to stir his energy. he places soft kisses from your exposed collarbone all the way to your cheek until you finally wake. it’s like a routine by now. with a giggle and a yawn you give him a "g'morning", his kisses immediately become more frantic, large hands searching your body that quickly find your breasts, doughy hips and already slick sex. he needs you and he needs you now.
his teeth nibble on your ear, mumbling a still-sleepy (he’s a sleepy boi right?) “only if you wanna…” because this man is the KING of consent as his fingers hover over your pussy. and of course you do. you always do.
the thick head of his cock prods at your back as you give him a hurried nod, pushing further back to show him your willingness. he lets out a soft grunt as he pulls you closer to him - skin to skin - his hand dips between your legs, gently cascading a fingertip against your sweet lil bud.
“chosoooo!” you mewl impatiently, and he gentle places a hand on your side to keep you in place as his fingers ghost over your clit. he can’t help but laugh at your neediness. “just wanna make sure you’re ready angel. you know it can be too much sometimes. don’t know what i’d do if i ever hurt you." and oh, he's right. you were his first, an innocent boy before he met you. he’s still soft. he’s still gentle - still inexperienced to an extent but by god does he make up for it with his thick, juicy cock - it never fails to make you see stars. so he always takes his time playing with you and this morning’s no exception; his thumb starts to rub tight circles over your clit as two fingers thrust slowly in and out of your drooling hole. as your head rolls back against his chest, he admires your face watching gorgeous moan escape your lips at each filthy squelch that practically echoes from down south. “so wet f’me already”.
it makes you restless because it's not enough. you move his hand from you and push back further, one leg lifting to allow him access to what you both truly want.
"baby -" choso warns, delicately.
too late. your hips move of their own accord, mind driven by the need to have your sweet, sweet boyfriend inside. as the hood of his erection prods at the tight ring of muscle you waste no more time and push back, allowing him to slip in in one fluid motion.
his forehead hits your shoulder with a whine as he bottoms out. choso’s always so vocal and lazy mornings like these are no exception. breathless from the moment his cock is surrounded by your pulsing, tight walls; instantly pussydrunk. he always starts off slow and gentle, knowing his throbbing cock is hitting every sensitive spot inside you by the way you're already wailing.
"m-move," you beg ever so sweetly that it almost makes him cum right then and there. "p-please just -"
the hand still gripping your hip gets tighter as choso gives in, pulling back for just a moment just to slam his hips against yours. you meet him halfway, pushing yourself back to increase the friction & pleasure. it's divine. the hand on your hip moves to play with you again, fingers dancing over your slippery bud in time to his thrusts that it's not long before you're whining and falling apart around him. he praises you as he fucks you through your orgasm because he's just grateful to be a part of your pleasure.
you know he's getting close by the quietest hushed "l—l-love you, love you, lo’ you"'s he moans into your ear before slowing down - a final sloppy thrust as he empties his thick load inside of you. choso shudders slightly from the aftershocks, kissing your shoulders as a final thank you for a morning of bliss.
bonus: makes breakfast afterwards bc he's cute like that and will do anything to reward you for the privilege of cumming inside. isn’t he the sweetest, hehe?
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literally any bursona you would like x reader.
smutshot based off dress by taylor swift?:o
“Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off”
Superstarbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Pure smut omg, Dom!Superstarbur, Sub!Reader, praising, degrading, begging (if you squint), riding, choking (but not really), unprotected sex, this is just so unholy and I’m not sorry
EXCELLENT TASTE IN MUSIC, ☁️ ANON. EXCELLENT. (saw the other ask lmao ik it’s you). This song is insanely queer coded to me lol. Reputation will always be my top album (in case anyone’s curious, my top three are Reputation, 1989, and Fearless) and Dress is just. Mwah. Chef’s kiss.
Fic below cut!
Wilbur’s eyes lock with mine from across the crowded room, making heat rush between my thighs.
“You two have the sweetest friendship,” sighs my friend, sipping wistfully on her cup. “I’d never be able to stay just friends with someone like him.”
I give her what I hope is a cheerful smile. “It’s easy. He’s just my best friend. I’ve never thought of him as anything more.”
Liar.
My friend keeps talking, but my gaze keeps drifting back across the room, admiring Wilbur for the nth time that night. He glances up, making sure nobody’s watching us before giving me a wink, pulling out his phone.
Wilbur: i need you.
Wilbur: make an excuse.
Wilbur: i’ve been dreaming about what i want to do to you all night.
I give my friend an apologetic smile. “Sorry, but I’ve got work in the morning. Wilbur’s about to take me home.”
At least the second part of that isn’t a lie.
Right on cue, Wilbur walks up, making my stomach tighten, placing a protective hand on my lower back.
“Sorry to steal her away,” he jokes, face cheerful, but his hand sliding down and cupping my ass tells me everything I need to know.
The second we make it outside, Wilbur’s got me roughly shoved against the wall, kissing me so hard I gasp. His hand slips up my thigh, rubbing circles in my drenched panties.
“Do you have any idea,” he pants. “What you do to me?”
“I think I have a general idea,” I reply. “It’s pressing into my leg.”
“I’m going to take you home and do the unholiest of things to that gorgeous, gorgeous body of yours, ok, princess?” Wilbur coos, and I frantically nod. “Good girl.”
We barely make it into his bedroom before he tosses me into the middle of the bed, running his hands over my body through the thigh fabric of my dress.
“Only bought this dress so you could take it off,” I murmur against his parted lips as I unbutton his shirt.
“Knowing how wet I make you from across a room when everyone thinks we’re just friends is almost pathetic,” Wilbur replies silkily, fumbling with his belt buckle. “You love that, don’t you, you little slut?”
I groan at the sight of his bare chest. “God, yes.”
He tugs my dress off over my head with one hand and yanks my thong off with the other. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you all naked and spread out in the sheets for me.”
Wilbur leans down, burying his face between my thighs and licking up the wetness pooling between them. “Oh my goodness,” he murmurs into the soft skin. “I could drown in this pretty pussy.”
“Please,” I whine, tugging on his curls. “Please, Wilbur.”
He snickers. “Please what, baby? You know I can’t do what you want if you don’t use your words for me.”
“Please…” I gasp. “Please fuck me.”
Wilbur smiles, pulling back to tug his pants and boxers off. “There you go, sweetheart. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
God, he’ll be the death of me.
“Saddle up, love.”
We groan in unison as I sink down onto his cock, Wilbur’s hands grasping my hips and pulling me down. We start to move together and my head goes fuzzy from pleasure, swirling my hips as I take every inch he gives me.
“Bounce for me,” he groans, letting out a long, low, moan as I do exactly as he asks. “Good girl.”
This angle is hitting exactly where I need it too, and when Wilbur reaches around to rub my clit in time with my movements, I know I’m an absolute goner.
“I’m so close,” I cry out, legs shaking as the waves of pleasure washes over me. “Fuck, right there.”
Laughing, Wilbur grabs one of my nipples, twisting it between his fingers until I cry out. “So close already, huh?” He says teasingly. “Pathetic little thing, falling apart on my cock.”
I scream out his name as I tip over the edge, shuddering from overstimulation as he keeps thrusting into me.
“You can give me one more?” Wilbur says, and I nod. “That’s my girl. Lay down for me.”
Shakily, I climb off him, whining as he tosses my legs over his shoulders and dives back in.
He’s pounding into me fast and hard, every whine and groan music to my ears. One hand is snuggly around my throat, the other playing with my tits and only adding to the pleasure.
“You’re absolutely soaked, love,” teases Wilbur, nibbling and sucking at a spot on my neck I know will be visible tomorrow. “Does it really feel that good?”
I frantically nod. “Feels so good,” I manage to whine out, sinking my teeth into his lower lip. “Fuck.”
“Gonna cum with me, baby?” Wilbur asks, thrusts growing sloppy as he wills himself to keep going for me.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, God, yes,”
My second climax hits me like a train, lasting so long I practically see stars floating in my vision. Just as I start to come down from the high, Wilbur cries out my name, pulling out and releasing all over my stomach.
“Hang on,” he whispers gently, kissing my forehead before reaching into his nightstand and grabbing a towel. “Thought I should be prepared this time.”
I laugh wearily, letting him clean both of us up a little.
“So much for you being my best friend,” I murmur sleepily. “God, you’re so good in bed.”
Wilbur leans down and softly plants a kiss on my lips. “I’ve never slept with someone who makes me feel like you do.” He tugs me against his chest, curled as the little spoon, gently kissing the deep purple mark he left just minutes earlier. “Stay with me tonight?”
“Always.”
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Free Day - Ran Haitani
Summary: Being Ran Haitanis girlfriend meant having to spent most days alone, waiting for him. So when he has a free Sunday, he makes sure to show you just how much he really missed you.
Word Count: 966 Words
Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, slight cervix fucking (Mentioned like once) Ran and Y/N being two horny shits.
You heard soft grunting beside you and felt him shuffling against you. Smiling sweetly to yourself, you thanked the gods, and of course Mikey, for giving him a free Sunday after working every single day for almost three months.
You two always tried to enjoy every second you could get, but sometimes you just couldn’t help but miss him. His voice, all his crazy stories about the guys, his soft kisses, smooth hands. You missed the steamy nights you two used to share almost every other night. Now all you had were the rushed quickies in his office, between meetings and missions.
So having him laying beside you on Sunday morning brought all the different things you wanted to do to your head. You were awake before him, shifting impatiently against his crotch, feeling his morning wood press into your thigh. Your constant rubbing and whimpering woke him up, immediately bringing a sly smirk to his face.
“Well, good morning to you too, Princess.” He gruffly whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shudder from the sudden sound. “M-Morning Ran.” You softly said, finally turning around to face your love. Seeing his still sleep-ridden face, his hair sticking in all directions, made you sigh contently. “Need something?” he asked while looking you in the eyes. Of course, he knew what you wanted, and fuck, did he want nothing more than to finally fuck you again.
Feeling his cock twitch against you gave you the sign of him thinking the same thoughts as you were. “Need you, Ran. Want you to fuck me, please.” now that made him moan darkly under his fastening breath. Without much hesitation, his lips were on yours. Unruly, Wild and passionate kisses were exchanged, leaving no room for you two to breath. Slightly parting from him gave him enough time to finally lift your nightdress over your head, before he threw it across the room. “Been waiting to fuck you for so fucking long, Princess. You can’t believe how hard I’d get in the office seeing your cute little pictures you send me every day.” His words had you gripping the sheets in anticipation.
You mewled softly when his fingers finally came in contact with your pussy, softly massaging your clit. You were wet enough to let him fuck you right away, but being the tease Ran Haitani is, he just couldn’t without getting you close once. It didn’t take long for you to be a writhing mess under your boyfriend, nearly reaching your high, only for him to pull his hand away completely. “Tsk Tsk Tsk. Won’t even wait for me to fuck you? Forgot all about your manners because I couldn’t teach you for a couple of weeks, baby?” You suppressed a needy whine, shaking your head. He gave you a warning look, “What did I say about using your words?” now this made you gasp slightly, before speaking, “I-I’m sorry Ran, was too eager.”
Hearing you say that made him smile softly, as he began trailing small kisses all the way from your neck to your right nipple, not hesitating to suck the hardened nub into his mouth. You slightly arched your back, moaning quietly. You began pulling his underwear off, before you started to slowly pump his hard cock, although you didn’t really have to, because he was all ready to go. Grunting, he lowly said in your ear, “You want me that bad, huh?” which made you eagerly nod your head, whispering a small yes.
Satisfied with your needy state, he finally lined himself up with your sloppy entrance, before slowly sliding in. Making you both moan breathlessly as he bottomed out completely. The stretch still stinging slightly, even after all this time together. “Fuck, how can you still be this fucking tight, baby? It’s all for me, isn’t it? That sweet pussy of yours drooling all over my cock, hmm? Say it.” He moaned as he started to pound into you, building a steady, but fast rhythm to have you shaking in a couple of minutes. “Yes! Ha, aah... all for you ran, only yours!” You arched your back up higher this time, moaning louder, as he kept on thrusting into you, his fat tip nudging your cervix every couple of thrusts, making you scream out.
Already starting to drool, babbling incoherent sentences of mph sooo good and fffuck me s’good rannie!. That just made him growl, going impossibly faster, chasing his on impending high. He began rubbing fast figures on your clit, trying to get you to cum around him before he reached his own high.
But one look down, seeing the white ring forming around the base of his shaft, had him spiraling down the endless lust you gave him, arms almost giving out and moaning loudly as he painted your insides white.
Having him breathlessly moan above you, thrusts almost gone feral, the absolutely beautiful view of him coming undone above you had you cumming in seconds, screaming his name with the last bit of strength you had, uncontrollably gushing around his length. “That's fucking right, Baby. Fuuuuck... good fucking girl, always so fucking sweet for me, holy shit.” he kept on rambling, losing his mind because of you.
Finally coming down from your high he gently pulled out of you, making you wince slightly from the over stimulation. “I’m going to run you a bath, my Love, and after that fuck you again.” He said, grinning brightly while standing up, making you laugh slightly. “You sure we should take a bath then? Only gonna get dirty again...” You said, making him turn right around on his way to the Bathroom. “You’re right, better fuck you again right now.”...
Yeah, you were gonna have a very fulfilling day....
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A/N: Hey Lovelys!! Back at it again with my firts ever smut! Really hope you like this one, let me know if yall want more <3
#Tokyo Revengers#TokyoRev#tokyorev smut#ran haitani#ran smut#haitani smut#tokyorevengers x reader#tokyo rev x you
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Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 5
Warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, controlling behavior, insecurities, jealousy, use of toys
Series ML
Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, threatening to burst free from your chest as your boyfriend knocked on the dressing room door again. You shouldn’t be surprised seeing as how much of a control freak he was but you’d been a little distracted with JJ and his cum dripping down your thighs. Since he was the only guy you were having sex with, you didn’t see the point in condoms anymore since you had an IUD.
“Y/N?” Bryce calls through the door, giving it another tap.
“Why are you here, Bryce?” You snap, pulling away from JJ’s prying hands. You bite your lip to keep from moaning as his fingers attempt to get between your legs from his spot on the bench. He was enjoying this. The wicked grin on his face only confirmed it. You wouldn’t put it past him to try and make you have a conversation with your boyfriend while you were stuffed full of his cock.
“I wanted to make sure you actually showed up.” Bryce scoffs. You could picture the dismay on his face without even seeing him. He was ridiculous.
“I’m not a child, Bryce! I’m here so go.” You call back, swatting at JJ’s hands as he pulls you in front of him. You moan softly when his lips wrap around your nipple, gently sucking and licking. Desire pools deep in your belly, your pussy ready for more.
“You better be trying these dresses on out here for something else because I already told you what you’re wearing.” Bryce pounds his fist against the door, making you jerk in JJ’s hold.
“He’s a real piece of work.” JJ whispers so only you can hear, your nipple between his teeth. You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging gently as he palms your ass. You sigh dramatically, your knees starting to feel weak.
“Okay, Bryce! Good-bye!” You shout, shaking your head as you hear him grumble and his footsteps retreat. You hear the shop doorbell ring with his exit and you almost groan in relief.
“No wonder you’re obsessed with me. He’s a fucking prick.”
“JJ!” You hiss, pushing at him as he pulls you into his lap. His lips find yours and all your problems seem to dissolve.
If only it were that easy.
“Midsummers is tomorrow.” You mumble aloud, looking at the ceiling as JJ smokes next to you. A week had gone by since the dressing room incident and you’d resorted to using your parents beach house for.. privacy. Privacy that included fucking on every flat surface in the place. Even including the pool and hot tub.
JJ had marked many things off your sex bucket list.
When you weren’t off pleasing your parents, you were laid up with JJ. You’d never been more content or happy than when you’d started to spend nights together. Waking up in his arms was your own little slice of heaven. Seeing him groggy in the morning or taking showers together or cooking breakfast as he paws at you. It almost felt.. natural. Real.
But you knew it wouldn’t last. Summer would end in six weeks and you’d go back to school and he’d still be here.. with Kiarra.
“What are you thinking about?” JJ’s voice and warm hand on your hip draws your attention, his lips finding your shoulder.
“The end of summer.” You sigh, suddenly on the brink of tears. What would happen? No one would accept the two of you together. Were you even more than sex? Did he love you? Did you love him?
“Don’t think about it right now. Let’s just enjoy each other while we can.” JJ puts his vape down and pulls your body against his under the covers, engulfing you in his warmth. Tears prick your throat and you swallow away the emotion as he kisses your shoulder.
“I know you’re sometimes at the Country Club picking up shifts. Are you going to be there tomorrow?” You ask softly, noting when his body tenses against yours.
“I’d forgotten about that.” JJ sighs, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. “Yea, I’m on the schedule.” His words fill you with dread. Now you knew for certain that you absolutely did not want to go. You did not want to be paraded around like arm candy in front of the town and JJ. It would hurt you to hurt him like that. It wasn’t fair.
“And Kiarra will be there too, I’m sure.” You clip, not missing the way he sighs.
“Her parents will make her. She won’t be there by choice.” JJ says calmly, bringing his weed pen to his lips.
“She’s an adult. So are you.” My anger swells and I see him turn to look at me.
“Says the girl in a fake relationship that her parents forced her into.”
Your jaw clenches as you become unreasonably angry over his response. Maybe he was just telling you the truth that you needed to hear, but all you heard was him defending Kiarra. That he was taking her side. You couldn't help but think maybe their relationship ran deeper than you knew. You'd both jumped into this "situation" without even knowing each other. Now it was less physical in a sense and was stressing you out more than you'd hoped. Now you were thinking about his previous partners. If Kiarra was one of them. You had no right to be mad. No reason to, but you were.
You throw the blanket off and swing your legs off the side of the bed to get up when his warm hand catches your elbow. You glance back over your shoulder, not really looking at him but using your hair as a curtain.
"Don't do that. Don't get jealous and insecure over something that doesn't matter." JJ's words are calm yet stern. Your mind started to wonder now that Kiarra knew about the two of you. Did he confide in her? Did she tell him to cut his losses? Did she tell him how stupid the whole thing was? There was no way she'd be supportive. All of his friends would probably tell him to cut his losses. And that only pissed you off more. You didn't have anyone to talk to about this. It's not like you could confide in Bryce over JJ. Or ask your parents for advice. Or the friends you only have because of your social status.
It took you all of two seconds to realize that JJ Maybank was all you had. The Kook girl who had everything she could ever want, could truly only rely on one person that also happened to be a Pogue. Your anger seems to dissolve as JJ pulls you back under the covers, tucking your body against his. You wanted to hold him and never let him go. You never wanted to leave this bed. You didn't want to go to Midsummers and you sure as shit didn't want to see Bryce or Kiarra.
"Stop thinking." You tilt your head back to look at him, his blue eyes studying you so intently it almost made your heart hurt. JJ saw you.
"I--." You open your mouth but he shushes you, placing a soft kiss to your lips.
"Don't talk. Don't think. Just feel. Stay in this moment with me. None of that other shit matters when we're here together. We can pretend in front of everyone else but not when it's just us." His warm callused hand cups your face, bringing you in for another kiss. You start to feel him growing hard again and you smirk, throwing your leg over his waist and grinding your pussy against him as you get lost with his tongue.
"I--." You stop yourself, panic setting in that you almost said it. You almost said those words. They almost came out so freely, so naturally, like you actually meant them. JJ studies you for a moment, his hand sliding down over your hip to cup your ass.
"I need you." You say instead, kissing him harder so that he thinks it's a physical need and not a mental one. You hated to admit to yourself that you did need him in more ways than one.
JJ groans, rolling so he's on top and pinning you beneath him. You loved feeling him on top of you. You loved how he could hardly control himself, how he always ravaged you without a second thought. It made you feel safe enough to want to try other things. You pull your lips back to catch a breath, his mouth working its way down your throat.
"I-I want to try something." You rasp, sliding your nails along his biceps.
"Yea?" He pulls back to look at you and you can't help but give a cheeky grin. He raises one eyebrow in question but lets you slip from beneath him to go to your dresser. You rummage through the top drawer until you find the little black felt bag and turn to face him. You smile as you hold up the little baggy and toss it to him. The clank of metal on metal from his rings has him looking at you with a puzzled look. You plop down next to him as he dumps the contents in his hand, revealing a bejewled butt plug. His eyes widen as he looks from the toy to you.
"You're not using this on me." The panic in his eyes is enough to make you burst out laughing but he quickly grins, just joking with you.
"Have you used one before? With anyone?" You ask, fighting that sense of jealousy and insecurity.
"No but I've seen it in porn before. Have you used one?"
"No but I'm curious. I've heard it makes it feel better for the both of us." JJ rolls the toy around in his hand for a moment, a smirk on his lips.
"Okay, we will need to get you relaxed first. I don't want to hurt you." You nod in agreement before pulling the lube from the nightstand, sitting it on top for later with the toy. You turn back and he's suddenly on you, shoving you down on the bed and kissing you breathless. You moan, all your worries fading away as your body ignites under his touch. Kissing him was the best form of foreplay. His hands roaming your naked body was just a bonus.
Your back arches off the bed as he leaves your mouth and kisses down your body. You’re panting with need by the time he makes it between your thighs. JJ locks eyes with you as he kisses and lovingly bites everywhere but where you needed him. You’d hold your breath every time his mouth hovered over your core, only for him to plant his lips against your thigh.
“JJ.” You whine, propped up on your elbows so you could watch him.
“Patience.” He raises a blonde brow at you before swiping his tongue over your clit. You hiss, the jolt of pleasure not being near enough as he does it again and again.
“More. Please.” You beg, your clit pulsing and swollen with need.
“Whatever the princess wants.” JJ teases before latching onto your clit and sucking the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth. You keen as you cry out, your body arching off the bed as his hands being the only thing grounding you. He wastes no time in driving two fingers into your desperate hole, curling them just right until you cum seeing stars. JJ doesn’t let up, licking and sucking you into a frenzy as he adds a third finger.
“Don’t stop, oh god.” You cry, another orgasm washes over you just as you hear the obscene wet sound coming from between your legs. You can’t catch your breath when you realize he’s not down. He spits and suddenly his finger his pressing against your ass, eyes locking on yours in case you protest. His fingers continue to work your pussy as he pushes his finger in past the burning ring of muscle, your body shuddering and fighting the intrusion.
“Deep breaths, baby.” JJ curls all of his fingers, making your jerk with the sudden zap of pleasure. You’re surprised how quickly it starts to feel good as your moans grow louder and louder. It felt like a different type of orgasm. Almost more powerful and explosive as it worked its way up your toes and through all yours limbs before finally detonating like dynamite. Your screams rattle the windows as you climax, your body clamping down so tightly that you hear him curse but he’s determined to drag you through your high before your body finally goes limp.
You sigh in contentment until he suddenly flips you over, stuffing a pillow under your hips and angling your ass in the air. Your legs are shoved together as he straddles you. You didn’t know how much more you could take. That orgasm had taken a lot out of you.
JJ groans as he palms your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh like he can't get enough. You'd always assumed he was an ass man by the way he always pawed at you but now you knew for certain. He was in heaven. You loved how obsessed he was with you.
"You're so fucking perfect." JJ growls, biting your ass cheek lovingly as his fingers find your clit. "And wet." JJ hums in satisfaction, massaging your needy bundle of nerves until you're withering beneath him.
"You want me to fill this tight little ass?" JJ murmurs, his teasing driving you delirious. You were on the verge of begging and crying.
"Yes! Please!"
You listen as JJ quickly leaves you for a moment, coming back after washing his hands and grabbing the items from the night stand. Your breathing becomes labored as he pours the cold liquid between your cheeks, letting it run down your slit and pooling on the pillow. You gasp softly when the cool metal meets your flesh and he slowly starts to press it inside you. It didn't hurt nearly as bad as you'd thought. There was a slight burn and a feeling of discomfort but his free hand quickly finds your clit, letting the pleasure distract you. Everything felt tighter in this position.
"Oh, fuck." You whimper, your entire body clenching as the plug becomes fully seated inside you. You felt full but now all you could think about was having him inside you also. You needed more.
"Good girl. You're doing so good for me. I'm so proud of you." Your heart almost bursts in your chest from his praise. JJ's hands find your hips as he straddles your legs, his cock suddenly kissing your entrance. You lift your hips as an offering, pleading for him to take you. You'd never had to beg him to fuck you but now, you just might.
"JJ--."
"Shh, I know what you need, princess." His cock works its way inside you, making you both moan loudly from the tightness of it all. JJ's body hovers over yours, his lips finding your shoulder blades as he bottoms out inside your clenching hole.
Everything was wound so tight that you were coming apart at the seams, your orgasm at the tip of your toes. You swore if he moved just once you'd cum harder than you ever had in your life. You felt so full of him. Like your body wasn't yours anymore.
"You're squeezing me so tight, fuck." JJ rasps as he starts to move his hips back and forth gently. Your bottom lip quivers as the pleasure washes over you. It felt so fucking good. Better than you'd ever imagined. But you needed more.
"JJ, please, oh god, JJ. Harder!” You cry, your body clenching painfully as the urge to cum becomes too great. JJ growls, his hands tightening on your hips as he raises back up on his knees and starts to fuck you hard, making the headboard slap against the wall as he pulls you back into every thrust.
You cum so hard you see stars, your mind going blank as you're transported to another dimension. JJ always made sure you were satisfied but this was something else. You could hardly breathe or stop shaking as you fisted the sheets, crying out his name in pure bliss. Every muscle in your body was taunt and screaming as he fucked you into another orgasm, his grip practically bruising with every jolt of his hips, the sound of skin slapping skin and both of yours moans filling the room.
"I'm gonna cum again." You cried, sobbing as your body became too sensitive for comfort. You didn't want him to stop but you didn't see how you could possibly take any more without exploding.
"That's the point. Let me have it, princess." JJ's low husky voice tips you over the edge, your release soaking the both of you and the bed. You struggled to get a breath, your entire body trembling as you tried to get your bearings. JJ cursed, driving into you harder than before.
"JJ, no more. No more! I can't take it." Tears start to fall, a gentle hand finding the center of your back as he releases deep inside you with a deep choked groan.
You'd never been more thankful for sex to finally end. Although you’d probably be ready to go again soon. You felt your body going limp as you both fight to catch your breath. JJ slowly slips free of your sore pussy then removes the plug before he slides off the bed and goes into the bathroom. You don't even open your eyes or hear him come back until you're gently rolled onto your back and he swipes a warm rag through your slit.
"Are you okay? Was that too much? I feel like I lost control for a second." You don't open your eyes but you smile weakly, reaching your hand out to touch him. JJ leans into your touch, kissing your palm as he finishes cleaning you up then lays next to you.
"That was like otherworldly." You mumble sleepily, fatiuge creeping into your body. You curl against his chest, feeling him kiss your forehead. "I'd give you a five star review on Yelp." You tease, feeling him shake with a laugh. Unconsciousness starts to take hold of you, dragging you under just as you think you hear him say something.
Something that sounds like three little words you almost uttered earlier.
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hey! Could you do something where reader and eddie are doing... it and wayne walks in. Just kinda smutty and funny
Poor Wayne :( this was really fun to write, though!
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fingering, p in v, kinda public sex?
WC: 2.5k
A/N: This was a collab with @hxllfired! Please go and show her all the love.
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You’re roused from your slumber when the sheets rustle, and the comforter is pulled off a few times too many. It isn’t hard to do, as you’re typically a very light sleeper, and Eddie really did try in his best efforts to not wake you up, but his restlessness really got the better of him this morning.
As more melodramatic protests from behind you continue, you speak in a short tone, "Eds."
After a brief pause followed by a rueful “Sorry,” Eddie turned once more to face your back. He feels warm, contrasting perfectly with the spring chill filtering through the open window — of course you’d both forgotten to shut it last night after sharing a joint.
Despite your best efforts to drift off again, you were unable to block out the persistent, nagging birdsong from outside; Instead you surrendered yourself to Saturday morning, disappointed you didn’t get to sleep in on your day off.
There's more subtle movement, the springs protesting under his weight before he is pressing against you now, reaching a calloused hand to rub your arm, slipping up the sleeve of your shirt to reach your shoulder with every pass. Eddie leaves sleepy kisses over your shoulder, and you feel as if he'd dispelled your frustration like magic.
“Do you hear that?” Those same comforting hands now wander down the curve of your waist as you let out a quizzical hum in response.
“Even the birds are fucking,” his voice is hushed; the comment makes you suppress a laugh at the obvious direction he’s headed with you, and it’s confirmed when his hands start moving underneath your shirt to feel you skin-to-skin just how you needed it.
“Who else is fucking?” you ask, but you know just based on how he touches your hips and the way he bends your waist.
You feel his morning wood press against the curve of your ass. Despite knowing that it’s involuntary, Eddie insists that he’s only this hard when you sleep beside him. And who are you to correct him?
You grind on him instinctively, smirking as a breathy moan slips past his plush lips. His hand tugs at the waistband of your panties, and you wriggle until you feel the damp lace pool around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but his oversized Dio tee.
“Jesus Christ, how are you already so wet for me?,” Eddie muses, running a thick finger along your folds. “Were you havin’ a good dream?”
“Maaaaybe,” you giggle, inhaling sharply as he finds your clit and rubs it in slow, agonizing counterclockwise motions.
“Mind if I make it come true?” His lips dance across the nape of your neck, exposed by the messy bun you use to keep your hair out of your face while you sleep. It also gives Eddie easy access to one of your favorite spots to be kissed.
You nod excitedly. “I’d love that,” you tell him, humming as he increases his speed slightly. “But can you really get Rob Lowe here that fast?”
Eddie audibly gasps, moving his hand from your wanting pussy to tickle your sides. You laugh at the sensation, even through the shirt. “How dare you!” he growls teasingly. He smacks noisy kisses to your cheek as he slings a leg over yours, hooking it around your calf and drawing you closer. “Bet Rob Lowe couldn’t make you feel this good,” he murmurs as he broaches your hole with his middle finger. “Bet he couldn’t fill up this tight pussy with just one finger.”
The stretch feels too good; you couldn’t tease him anymore even if you wanted to. You whine pathetically as you involuntarily clench around his stagnant digit. “Please, don’t tease me.”
Although you can’t see his face, you know that there’s a smirk on it. “‘Not too sure if I should give you what you want, sweetheart. Not after that ‘Rob Lowe’ comment of yours.” But he can’t deny you for long; he’s a sucker for the moans that escape you at his touch. He’s gentle as he adds in a second finger, curling them perfectly — by now he knew exactly how to touch you, and he loved to show you he did.
“Can you keep kissing me?” There’s an innocence in your tone that drives him absolutely wild. But that’s not why you asked; you crave the intimacy that the feeling of his lips on your skin brings. If you can’t gaze into his beautiful brown eyes while he’s inside you, his tender kisses are the next best thing.
Eddie slightly shifts himself up, giving himself more comfortable access to your neck. Your whole body shivers as his breath tickles your skin, and your nipples harden when his lips leave open mouth kisses to the back of your neck. You can’t help but to pull your shirt up, tilting your head back with a sigh when your hand kneads your breast.
“There you go,” he praises in your ear, fingers still curling firmly into you. Your cheeks are flushed, lips parted as Eddie stimulates you in every way he knows how.
Eddie shushes into your ear as soon as your moans increase in volume. “That’s it,” he cooes, between kisses. “What else do you need, baby?” He’s serious, no longer taunting you. He’s completely focused on pleasing you.
You reach back and run your palm over his tented boxers that he wears in lieu of pajamas. Eddie hisses at the brief contact. “Just your fingers until you’re ready to give me this.” You’ve been together long enough to know that he’s ready—been ready—but you know better than to tell him what to do. He has no problem snapping right back into teasing you again.
Eddie pulls his fingers out of you, and you mewl at the sudden emptiness, and lack of pleasure while he reaches his hand up, and you can hear him sucking your slick off of his hand.
“You always taste as good as you look, baby,”
One more kiss onto your neck, then Eddie leans up onto his elbow to spit on his hand, letting it disappear into the covers; the soft schlick sound tells you that he’s stroking his cock, preparing himself to be inside you with ease.
“I swear, there’s nothing better than having you first thing in the morning, y/n,” he whispers behind your head as he settles back down. You can’t be bothered to point out that 9 AM is not exactly the crack of dawn, because he’s pushing into you from behind. The mushroom tip of his dick nudges against your velvety walls as he slides in.
Your mouth hangs open beautifully and your hand reaches out to grab the edge of the mattress. You’re quiet at first, and Eddie listens for that-
“Fuck,” your voice shivers, finally breaking into a small moan. His moves are slow, but the way your legs are pressed together makes it feel so good for both of you. You continue to hold onto the bed, knuckles white as he bottoms out into you, the sensation already so fucking much.
When he reaches a hand to your breast to pinch your nipple you whisper his name, full of desperation and need.
“Thassit, baby,” he presses firmly into you with each thrust, and the pleasure builds up faster than a quick fuck.
“Say my name, just like that.” But you don’t have time to chant his name like a prayer before there’s a light knock on the door.
“Ed? Y/N? Are you guys awake in there?” Wayne’s gruff voice travels from the other side. He’s the kind of guy who speaks at one volume; he doesn’t yell, nor does he whisper.
“Shit, shit,” Eddie panics, and you’re quick to adjust yourself into a more believable sleeping position.
“Pretend to be asleep!” you instruct Eddie, pulling the covers up as high as they can go, and tugging your shirt back down. You expect him to pull himself from you, maybe tuck his dick back into his boxers, but he just holds you impossibly close by your hips, his grip leaving an ache on your bones. Eddie continues to press into you firmly, occasionally rutting his hips.
“What are you doing?” You hiss.
“Shut up — You can come in!” Eddie calls back. You kick him in his shin with your heel, earning an oof from him, but he covers it well as Wayne pushes open his nephew’s door with an obnoxious creak.
“She still sleepin’?” he asks, presumably talking about you. “I can come back when she wakes up. Just had the morning off and wanted to see if you lovebirds wanted to go to Benny’s for breakfast with me.”
You silently will Eddie to take Wayne up on his offer to return later, but he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. “Yeah, that sounds great!” he replies enthusiastically, still thrusting his hips ever so slightly. You try your best to inconspicuously stifle a moan. And then, to your chagrin, Eddie says, “something on your mind?”
Wayne sighs as though he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Can’t hide anything from you, boy.” He gives a small chuckle. “Mind if I…” he trails off before sitting down on the bed—the very bed where Eddie is buried to the hilt inside your pussy. You feel the old mattress cave in where he plops down.
“So,” he begins, exhaling again, “you two are really serious, huh?” Eddie nods behind you, keeping his very discrete, but rhythmic pace. You feel every damn inch of him as your orgasm slowly draws near. “How long’ve you been together?”
“A year the end of this month,” Eddie says proudly.
The older man lets out a soft whistle. “Y’picked a good one, son.” You bite back a smile at Wayne’s approval. He meant everything to Eddie, and Eddie to him, so knowing that he likes you is a huge deal. Though you’re not sure how he would feel if he knew what was currently going on underneath the sheets. There’s a long pause before Wayne speaks again. “You’re, uh, you’re bein’ safe? Using the, uh, things I bought you?”
Eddie chokes on his own spit, and the sudden movement has him reaching even deeper within you. The truth is, the box of things has remained mostly untouched, since you’re on the pill. But Eddie isn’t about to divulge those details. “Yup, all good. No baby Munsons runnin’ around.”
“Good,” Wayne says briskly, placing his palms on his knees before starting to stand up with a loud groan. “At least, no babies yet. Maybe in a few years, once you get your own place, put a ring on her finger,” he suggests as his voice trails. Wayne finally laughs at what must be a very bemused expression on Eddie’s face. “Now, don’t give me that look, Ed. Just the other day you were goin’ on and on, ‘I’m gonna marry that girl, Uncle Wayne. She’s the one!’”
“Okay, thank you for the breakfast invitation,” Eddie blurts out, desperate to end the conversation. You feel his body heat up against you with embarrassment. “I’ll let Y/N know once she wakes up.”
As soon as the door shuts, you burst out into a fit of giggles. “Eddie Munson, did your poor uncle buy you those condoms?” you ask between peals of laughter. “I feel like we have to use them now!”
“That was brutal,” Eddie groans, pressing his face into the back of your neck. His messy curls tickle your collarbones.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy around the girl you wanna marry!” you throw his own words back at him, frowning when you realize he’s no longer teasing you. His movements have stilled, though he’s still inside you. “Eddie? You okay?”
He shakes his head, forehead still nestled against you. “I didn’t know he was gonna say all that,” you can’t read the tone of his voice. “Did it, like, scare you?”
You crinkle your nose. “Not at all, actually,” you admit. “I really want to marry you someday. I mean, if you wanna marry me, and Wayne wasn’t just joking—”
“He wasn’t.” Eddie is quick, but firm in his response. “I told him that you’re it for me; you’re the love of my life.” He clears his throat. “And while we’re being honest, the thought of a couple of baby Munsons with you—in the very distant future—is somethin’ I’ve thought about, too.”
“Oh, really?” you say salaciously while you begin to sway your hips against his pelvis. His cock twitches as he grows harder inside you. “Well, why don’t we practice now so we’re professionals when it’s time to try for real?”
“Shit, sweetheart,” his breathing picks up, as he pulls the comforter up to watch you. He’s trying very hard to keep it together, but after Wayne’s interruption, and Eddie’s teasing, you both just want to cum already.
“You’d better make this quick, Eddie. I don’t want any more interruptions, I just want you to make me cum.”
Eddie makes a feral noise, and you feel his hand hook under your thigh, lifting your leg roughly. This new angle allows him better access to fuck into you roughly, while hitting that delicious spot inside you that makes you fall apart every time.
“Of course, gorgeous. We can work up an appetite for that breakfast with Wayne.”
You weren’t sure how Wayne didn’t hear this time, but it helped Eddie’s other hand wrapped around you to cover your mouth, and the comforter muffled the slap your bodies made together.
You’re clinging to anything, eyes squeezed shut as you say his name into the hand that silences you, he understood you loud and clear, and it was so fucking hot.
“That’s it, good girl.” He continues fucking into you, his hand squeezing your leg so tight you are sure you’re going to bruise.
You couldn’t help but to envision Eddie fucking you like this in the future, the goal to get you pregnant, and you let out another desperate moan.
Eddie tells you he’s going to cum, and that’s what has you teetering on the edge, the second you start rhythmically squeezing against his cock, and your legs shake, he’s right after you, filling you with a drawn out moan into your neck.
Your hip aches as he releases your leg, and he doesn’t pull out just yet as you come down from your high. It takes a few moments before he finally speaks,
“So excited for uncle Wayne to bring us for breakfast.”
You turn your head to look at him, your lip curled in distaste, and when he notices his smile fades. “What?” He asks.
“Don’t ever mention your uncle with your dick inside me again.”
You can’t help but to laugh when he does, and Eddie pulls out of you before pulling your face to meet his with a smooch.
“Come on, I know my future wife must be hungry.”
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Honey kisses 🍯 💋
Summery: You are Kai Anderson’s Muse.
Warnings: language, mentions of death, mentions of sexual acts.
He remembers the first time he locked eyes with her. She was showering in the downstairs bathroom of his home. He didn’t know how she got in there, or why, but he was happy she was. He stood in front of the shower in a trance. Their eyes burning into each others as if reading the minds of one another.
He watched as she slowly rubbed the soap into her skin. He wasn’t even tempted to watch her hands glide over her perfect velvet breasts and dripping wet pussy, her eyes fixated on him was erotic enough.
Kai Anderson was anything but soft. He was manipulative, aggressive, over-critical, and slightly disturbed- but not around her. To him, she was his goddess. He melted into a puddle of desire when he was around her, but not just for her body; he craved her mind just as much.
As a political science major at Winter’s college, you were a very important part in Kai’s master plan. You were knowledgeable in his quest for world domination through power of social justice and his strong republican beliefs.
You also smelled like fresh cut roses and tasted like honey.
You were a whiskey on the rocks, and Kai was an alcoholic.
You- the drug, and he wanted to be high. All. The. Time.
He never showed the others that she was favored. She didn’t mind him railing Meadow, actually you had told him to. Meadow needed to feel wanted, and she knew if Kai made her feel that way that she could forever be loyal to him.
He always just pictured that it was you. He would fuck Meadow senseless, images of you naked and laying on a bed of flowers beneath him as he did it.
He loved his sister, and she was the only one he trusted to know who Kai Anderson really was. Winter was the only one to know him in and out…until You came along. He had been vulnerable with you, and so thankful she didn’t bat an eye when he introduced her to his parents or when he had told her about his plans for his growing cult. You was his perfect little “Tesoro”.
Some might fear Kai Anderson, and the wrath of his followers, but to some, nothing was more terrifying than YOU - because Kai was a leech, feeding off of you, trying to make the world a better one.. for YOU.
He watches you sleep, the way your body moves as you breath. He sometimes wonders why something so mundane as a human breathing could look so perfect when you do it. Kai felt as though you sometimes could read his mind. He loved girls who slept naked, and there you were, every night, your bare skin curled in his sheets. Or When he would come home hungry, you were always there with dinner ready.
Oh, and how could he forget - He loved the way you woke him up with your head under the sheets. His morning erection was always taken care of.
He never asked much of you, because you had just always done whatever it was he dreamed a girl would do for him.
Don’t get him wrong, you were your own entity. You loved Kai, but he didn’t own you like he did the rest of his cult. You never questioned the moves he made, or the people he targeted. You did however give him insight to only make him stronger. You were his little precious battery pack.
If anyone was to ever touch you, hurt you, make you angry in any way - You’d be dealt with more brutal than those who had not.
He thinks of the first time you kissed often. It was like an orgasm to his lips. He felt the addiction brew deeper in that moment. Your tongue felt as though it was searching around for his darkest secrets. Your kisses tasted so good. You were utterly addicting.
The way your body fit his like a glove during your intimate earth shaking love making sessions was when he realized you were made for him. He didn’t believe in soulmates much because of what he had seen in his parents, but damn he believed if souls were made up of something - yours and his were the same recipe.
You liked to link your pinky with his. You had stated that according to Chakra or Energy Healing, the little finger is associated with the heart meridian and the water element. As such, the pink is symbolic of feelings and emotions, happiness in particular.
He would always feel the power of your soul when he was pinky linked to you. Sometimes they would fall asleep that way, and kai would kiss your forehead and stroke your hair while you slept-The image of fucking you nice and slow while you were in nothing but your black Thursday Boots flooding his mind.
He had tried so hard to protect his queen. He knew that people around him would be able to tear down his walls if they used you against him. He knew the agonizing pain it would cause him if you were to bleed at the hands of his actions. Of course, no matter the harrowing efforts he made to keep you out of harms way- your death was loyal, furore, and for the sect of what you both had made.
So, when it was his turn, he was thankful that in the afterlife he would be greeted by you and your honey kisses.
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The Eternal Summer | Elliott Marston/Reader
II. Obsession
Summary: It's your first day at the station and Elliott's growing attached to you… maybe too attached.
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When you woke the first morning, for a few moments you forgot where you were. You thought you were still on the ship and that the man holding you against his chest, his erection pressing up against your bum, was your husband.
You opened your eyes and your heart skipped a beat in panic when you didn’t recognise your surroundings, then your mind caught up with you and you remembered where you were: in Australia, in Elliott’s house, in Elliott’s bed… with Elliott.
You shifted slightly in the bed, and Elliott’s arm around you tightened slightly.
“There she is,” he said softly. “Thought you were gonna sleep all day.”
“Whassa time?” you mumbled sleepily as you turned around to face him.
“Aout half ten. I didn’t wanna wake you.”
You were surprised not to have been woken by Elliott taking his pleasure from you, since he’d seemed so excited by the idea… was it possible he’d done so and you’d slept through the whole thing? You were a deep sleeper, but you always awoke when your husband slipped inside you during sleep, his lovemaking being passionate as it was, even so early in the morning.
But you felt dry, Elliott was still erect, and he seemed to be quite sleepy too. Perhaps he’d changed his mind…
“You’re such a pretty sight when you’re sleeping,” Elliott said. He traced a line down your body with his finger, as if trying to paint a silhouette of your figure. “And awake too, of course… but there’s something so innocent about the way you sleep. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.”
“I’m awake now,” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t give away your nerves as you tried to be seductive. You tentatively reached out and took his cock in your hand with a light touch. “You can do whatever you want to me…”
Elliott screwed his eyes shut and groaned with relief at the feel of your touch, but he seemed to be holding back. Usually when you took William’s cock into your hand he would thrust forward, desperate to feel some friction, but Elliott did no such thing; in fact, he moved his hips back slightly, away from your touch.
“No… it’s whatever you want, [Y/n]. Tell me what you want.”
“I, erm…” You hesitated. You hadn’t even thought about what you wanted. You just knew that he was erect, and it was your responsibility to give him his morning pleasure. Your husband had given you to Elliott for exactly this reason, after all.
“I… want to help you with this,” you said, wrapping your fingers around him again and giving him a small tug.
“Mhm… is that what you want, [Y/n]? Or is it what you think I want?”
You frowned, confused. It was too early in the morning for all these questions. Elliott’s cock was throbbing with desire, and you had to relieve it. Why was he asking you all these questions?
“I… I want to ride you,” you admitted with a blush.
Elliott smirked. Whatever had had him resisting fell away at your offer, and he rolled onto his back.
“By all means, darling… use my cock for your pleasure. I’d love nothing more than to see the look on your face as you bounce on my cock.”
You threw a leg over his waist to straddle him, and he held your hips in his strong hands to help you guide yourself onto him, a small whine escaping your lips as his cock stretched you out, your walls stretching and expanding to accommodate his size.
“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” Elliott groaned. “It almost feels like you’re a virgin. Does William really take you three times a day?”
“Yes, I… I do yoga exercises every day and it helps to keep my walls tight even though my husband stretches them out every day. It feels better for him when I’m tight.”
Elliott ran his hands up your thighs thoughtfully, his large hands rough and calloused from manual labour, so different to William’s softer hands that had seen little more exertion than the movement of a quill.
“And what about you? Does it feel better for you when you’re tight?”
“Yes,” you admitted. “I like the stretch… I can feel it now, the way you’re filling me up…”
“Hmm… good. Well, then, I hope you continue your exercises while you’re here.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I told you, [Y/n]… I’m no knight. It’s Elliott.”
“Sorry… Elliott. Would you like me to ride you now?”
“Fuck yes,” Elliott groaned.
He was skinnier than William, which meant your legs weren’t spread as wide as they usually were, and it took you some adjusting to find the right position. You ended up leaning back slightly, your head tilted back in pleasure, and Elliott marvelled at the sight of you, letting the pleasure take over, all sense of propriety dissipated. He watched your breasts bouncing, your jaw twitching as you moaned, your fingers digging into his flesh as you moved further and further towards your climax. He could feel his own building up too, but he wanted to see you make yourself cum on his cock first, so he pressed his thumb against your clit and, if your increased moans were anything to go by, your pleasure wound up further as he circled the sensitive nub in rhythm with your thrusts.
He felt your orgasm before you made it heard - your walls clenched tighter around him, your thrusts became more erratic, and when he began thrusting up into you to make up for it, the friction plus his fingers sent you over the edge, a delectable moan tumbling from your lips, and he was grateful you didn’t moan his name because that might well have sent him tumbling over the edge too, and he didn’t want to pull out before your climax had completely washed over you.
When your moans faded into sighs, Elliott grabbed your waist and pulled you off him with one strong hand, and the other tugged his cock until his seed came shooting out, splattering you, him and the bedsheets with his seed in a delectably deranged fashion.
Elliott pulled you close to him and kissed you gently. You giggled at the way his moustache tickled your nose, which led to both of you laughing, slightly delirious in your respective post-orgasm hazes.
“You’re certainly a skilled young lady,” Elliott murmured in your ear, and you blushed. “Go get yourself washed up, I’ll have breakfast made for us out on the front porch.”
You joined Elliott on the front porch some time later, both of you washed and dressed, looking nowhere near as sinful as you had earlier. Elliott had his hat on and was looking out at the ranch, watching his workers in their morning routines. From the corner of your eye, you saw the glisten of the gun sitting in his holster.
Elliott smiled at you warmly as you sat next to him, and he took no shame in placing a hand on your knee. If you were in private, he’d have lifted your skirt to do so, but since his workers were about and he knew you were shy, the fabric of your skirt stayed between your knee and his hand.
The Aborigine manservant followed you out and placed a plate of fresh fruits in front of you both. You thanked him as he bowed his head respectfully and retreated back into the house.
“Do you normally thank the servants in London?” Elliott scoffed as he speared a berry on his knife and popped it in his mouth.
“I do. William doesn’t. He says their pay is thanks enough.”
“And you don’t agree?”
You gave a small shrug. “A ‘thank you’ costs no extra.”
Elliott smiled and shook his head. “You are a fascinating creature, [Y/n]. Do be careful talking to him, won’t you? I wouldn’t want his base instinct to take over and he tries to rape you. I have him tamed, of course, but he’s an animal at heart, and you’re a beautiful woman.”
You frowned as you cut your fruit up into small chunks. “Why is he more likely to rape me than any of your other men?”
“Well, because of what he is,” Elliott explained casually.
“But I don’t understand why that means he’s likely to rape me. I mean, William did and he’s nothing like him.”
You continued eating, oblivious to the way Elliott frowned at you.
He leaned forward and said softly, “[Y/n]… do you mean to tell me William’s raped you in the past? Before you were married, I mean?”
You looked up at him and blushed, realising suddenly that Elliott appeared disturbed.
“Well… yes. It took me some time to understand the gift he was giving me by taking me in, so for a while I resisted. But I learned my place eventually… and I came to love him.”
Elliott leaned back again, his lips thinning, and the hand that lay on his lap near his gun twitched.
“Oh, please don’t tell him I told you!” you said quickly, your eyes widening with alarm when you sensed Elliott’s disapproval. “Yes, we had sex before marriage, but I was little more than a whore —”
Elliott shook his head, and you stopped talking. He sighed, looking thoughtfully out at the horizon.
“I always thought my cousin to be so stoic, so law-abiding,” he said eventually. “I suppose you never really know someone, do you?”
You didn’t really know how to respond, so you focused your attention on your plate of food. It was diminishing fast, as you were always quite hungry after sex, and you wondered if Elliott would allow you to ask the servant to bring you some more.
“My next lot of hires should be here this afternoon,” Elliott said eventually once both your plates were cleared. “I’ve gone to great lengths to hire a new sharpshooter, so he’ll be dining with us tonight, then I’ll talk business with him after we’ve eaten so that you can excuse yourself from any boring men’s talk.”
You nodded your understanding. “Who else have you hired?” you enquired curiously.
“I’ve asked the men to find a boy to sweep the chimneys and help out around the farms. Boys can be hard to find here, as they rarely get sentenced to transportation, but hopefully they were able to find one. We still have some time before they arrive - would you like to go out and see the sheep?”
Your eyes lit up, which Elliott thought very endearing. “Oh, yes, please! Do you have many?”
“A few dozen, providing the Aborigines haven’t stolen any more. We have some pregnant ewes, so perhaps you’ll be lucky enough to see a lamb being born.”
Lady Luck must have been smiling on you, because you saw not one but three lambs being born. It was certainly not the prettiest sight to watch the shepherd pulling the lambs out of the ewe, but the sight of the mother ewe licking her babies clean while they shook the gunk from their faces was adorable.
“You handled that well,” Elliott said as you rode back towards the station, you sitting behind him on his horse with your arms wrapped around his waist.
“I’ve seen childbirth, that wasn’t dissimilar,” you replied. “I wasn’t expecting the shepherd to put his arm in the sheep, though. Or that there would be three!”
“When did a lady like you see childbirth?”
“When my brother was born.”
Elliott didn’t question you any further. When you were nearly at the station, he veered slightly from the path and helped you dismount at a treeline. He tied the horse to a secure branch, and before you could ask why you’d stopped, Elliott pushed you up against a tree and kissed you. The sun was hot, even in the shade of the trees, but his body was hotter, the heat of his desire radiating from him.
“Does watching a lamb’s birth arouse you, Elliott?” you giggled when he pulled back slightly to look down as he unbuckled his trousers.
“No, but you do,” Elliott growled. “I’ve always wanted to take a woman against a tree, spill my seed into the very ground of Australia… and I just can’t resist you any longer.”
He pulled up your skirt, pushed your bloomers past your knees, then pushed his body against yours as he slipped inside you.
Elliott was lost in the fog of his arousal, not caring much for anything but the pleasure he felt from fucking you against the rough bark of the tree. He knew your back would be red and sore later, but the thought only turned him on further. He knew that you were close enough to the path that if anyone were to travel down it, they’d hear his fierce grunts from between the trees, though you were hidden from sight. But he didn’t care about that - even if someone were to pass by, what would it matter? This land was his, and for the next week, your cunt was his too and if he wanted to fuck you on his land, there was nothing anybody could do to stop him.
He was just about aware enough to pull out of you before he came, and he thought all his Christmases must have come at once when you reached out and finished him off with your hand, even making sure to aim his cockhead towards the earth so that his seed splattered on the ground, just as he’d told you he always wanted to do.
Back at the station, you sat in the lounge of Elliott’s house with a book while he got some jobs done. Some time in the afternoon, you heard a commotion outside, and you peered through the curtains to see that a wagon had arrived from town.
You put your book down and stepped out onto the porch, securing a bonnet on your head to protect yourself from the sun, and watched as the men unloaded themselves and some luggage from the wagon. Elliott approached the men and started talking to a man who was holding a very long gun - the gunman he’d been expecting, you surmised.
“We found a boy too, sir,” said one of the men. He gave a hand to a boy who was still in the wagon and helped him down. “Got him cheap off some fella from Sydney.”
“Good news all round!” Elliott replied, tipping his hat to the boy. “Welcome to my station, kid. My name’s Elliott Marston, I run this place. What’s your name?”
“Tommy, sir. Tommy [L/n].”
Your heart skipped a beat. The last time you’d heard that name was in your husband’s courtroom, summoning him to the dock for sentence…
You hurried around the wagon to get a better look. He was a few inches taller, and leaner too, but you’d recognise your baby brother anywhere.
“Tommy!” you called out.
He turned, surprised to hear someone call his name, and it took him a few moments to recognise you - after all, you were older too, and looking like a lady rather than a street urchin - but your brother’s eyes lit up all the same.
“[Y/n]!”
With a grin, and all sense of propriety thrown out the door, you ran forward and scooped your baby brother up in your arms, spinning him in the air as you both laughed with relief at seeing each other again.
You placed him down on the ground again to get a good look at him.
“Look at you, you’re so big! And strong too, look at those arms —”
“I almost didn’t recognise you! You look so fancy! Why are you out here?”
The story of how you’d come to marry the man who’d sent Tommy here, who also happened to be the cousin of his new boss, you decided would have to come later, when you were alone. Instead, you looked up at Elliott and explained with a grin, “Elliott, this is my brother!”
Elliott raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking between the two of you. You’d never looked much alike, and now with the differences in class between you, you looked even less like siblings than ever.
“Is he now? Well, that’s a coincidence and a half. How about you two run along and have a catch up? I’ve got a few questions to ask of Mr Quigley here, then I’ll come see you about what you’ll be doing for me, Tommy.”
“Yes, sir,” said Tommy.
“Thank you, Elliott!” you said with a grin. You kissed him on the cheek, then took Tommy’s hand and ushered him inside, eager to hear all about what your baby brother had been up to for the last two years.
“Are you married to Mr Marston now?” Tommy asked as you closed the door behind you and set about grabbing the two of you some water to stay hydrated while you caught up.
“No, I’m married to his cousin. My husband’s in town, he’ll be here in a few days.”
“Can I meet him?”
You hesitated. “…Maybe.”
You handed Tommy some water, which he gulped down gratefully, then you turned the conversation to him, anxious to hear about how he’d been for the last two years. He told you about the last farm he’d worked on, which by the sounds of it had gone well until it was destroyed in a fire. The pastoralist had brought Tommy and the rest of his men who hadn’t died in the fire to Melbourne to sell them off in an attempt to recoup some of the money he’d lost, and that was where Elliott’s men had bought him.
“Does your husband have money? Do you think he could buy me from Mr Marston, then I could come live with you?” Tommy asked eagerly.
“I - I don’t know,” you replied hesitantly. “We’re only here temporarily and I don’t know if you’d be allowed to leave Australia, even if he paid for you. That’s something you’d have to ask him.”
You knew William would do most anything for you, but allowing a criminal to come back from Australia early - even if he was your brother - would be a lot to ask of him.
Just then, Elliott poked his head through the door.
“[Y/n]! We’ll be having dinner with Mr Quigley soon, so get yourself ready. Tommy, come with me, I’ll give you a quick tour of the station.”
You knew that it was important to Elliott that the dinner with Quigley went right, so you made sure to wash yourself up and wear the nicest dress you had with you. Sometimes William had people over for dinner, usually higher up judges and ministers that he wanted to impress, and he always kept you out of sight. He said it was because he didn’t want any of them to look at you hungrily, but you thought perhaps it was so you didn’t embarrass him with your lesser education.
You were flattered, then, that Elliott wanted you at this dinner and you wanted to do your best for him, to prove that you weren’t an embarrassment. You entered the dining room just as Elliott and Quigley were sitting down, and Elliott smiled when he saw you enter, his eyes lighting up when he saw the effort you’d made.
“Ah, and here’s our dinner companion now. [Y/n], this is Matthew Quigley, my new sharpshooter. Mr Quigley, this is Lady [Y/n] Turpin.”
Quigley looked at you in surprise. “A Lady? Forgive me, my Lady, we don’t have your sort where I come from. Am I supposed to bow?”
You smiled good-naturedly as you took your seat to Elliott’s left. “Of course not. And just [Y/n] is fine.”
Elliott reached over and gave your hand a squeeze. “[Y/n] here’s staying with me for a few days while her husband sorts some business out back in Melbourne. I’ll be sad to see her go, she’s been excellent company.”
You blushed, and fortunately Elliott’s manservant chose that moment to enter with the food, otherwise you might have had to answer some very awkward questions about the nature of your relationship with Elliott.
You were mostly quiet during the dinner, but you listened as Elliott talked about his passion for the American West, his guns, and the mint jelly he’d made himself. You loved how passionate he was, and you blushed when he put his hand over yours and squeezed as he talked. At one point, he paused eating his own dinner to help you cut a particularly tough piece of your lamb steak.
“Tell me about the dingoes,” Quigley said once the three of you had finished eating. “Ten pound a month shooting wild dogs seems like a whole lot for not much.”
Elliott turned to you and rested his hand on yours. “[Y/n], darling, would you excuse us? It seems it’s time to talk business.”
“Of course.”
You stood, gave Quigley a polite curtsy, and kissed Elliott on the cheek before heading outside.
You found Tommy sitting outside with the men, finishing up a dinner of their own, and they fell quiet when you approached. Elliott had warned them not to treat you like a whore, and they apparently knew no other way to treat a woman, so they opted for not talking to you at all. Tommy, however, grinned when he saw you approaching.
“Hey [Y/n]! How’s it going in there?”
“I wouldn’t know, they saved their business talk for after I left. He seemed nice enough, though. What’ve you had for dinner?”
“I think it’s rabbit,” Tommy replied thoughtfully, looking at the bones left on his plate. “What’d you have?”
“Lamb. I think —”
You were interrupted by a sudden smash, and everyone whipped their heads around towards the source of the sound just in time to see Elliott hit the ground, having apparently been thrown through the door.
Everyone ran towards him, the men pulling out their guns to apprehend the assailant and you running to Elliott’s aid.
Elliott pushed himself to his feet and raised a hand to keep everyone back.
“No, stay right where you are!”
He locked eyes with you, your brow creased with concern, and he shook his head.
“I’m fine,” he insisted before turning back towards the house. “No man knocks me out of my own house.”
He stormed back in, but a few moments later, he came out again in the exact same way, landing hard on the ground.
Elliott looked back at the gathered crowd. For a long moment, nobody moved. Elliott looked around at his men with exasperation then said, “Don’t just stand there. Get him!”
He pushed himself to his feet, leaning against the beam for support and you ran to his side to examine his wounds.
“Has he got the rifle with him?” asked one man cautiously.
“He keeps it right beside him,” said another.
Elliot grabbed the first man and threw him towards the hole that was once the door. “I said, get him!”
The man crouched by the opening, listening for movement. Inside, a candle was extinguished, leaving Quigley in the dark.
“He’s just sitting in there with that big gun,” said the man from his vantage point.
Another smash came from within the house as Quigley turned the table on its side to use as a barricade. The men spread out, more emerged from buildings with guns in hand, and Elliott pulled you away from the house.
“Elliott, what happened?”
“Man’s a lunatic, that’s what happened! You need to get yourself to safety,” Elliott insisted, but you shook your head.
“But Elliott, you’re bleeding —”
“And you’ll be bleeding worse if you get shot! Go, hide in one of the buildings, and get Tommy safe too.”
You still hesitated. You didn’t want to leave him, not just because he was injured, but because he was the only safety you had in this place.
“Go, [Y/n]. That’s an order.” He stroked the side of your face affectionately. “Let me keep you safe.”
You finally conceded and left, grabbing Tommy by the hand and pulling him behind one of the buildings.
You winced, waiting for the sound of gunfire, but it never came. There was another smash from inside the house, quieter this time, and you peeked around the side of the building to see Elliott’s manservant dragging an unconscious Quigley out into the open.
“What shall we do with him, Mr Marston?” asked one of the men.
“Shall we shoot him?” asked another.
You watched as Elliott walked up to Quigley and nudged him with his foot. Quigley rolled onto his back, apparently just about still conscious.
“Show him some of that hospitality you showed him in Melbourne, Coogan,” Elliott declared. The men clapped each other on the backs in excitement and Elliott retreated to his porch and watched as his men circled Quigley and began laughing and kicking him.
You ran up to Elliott, keeping a careful distance from his hollering men.
“Elliott, what are they doing?”
The look in Elliott’s eyes frightened you. He looked just about ready to kill Quigley himself, but when he turned his attention to you, his eyes softened. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close. You instinctively buried your head in his shoulder, as if the closer you were to him, the safer you’d be.
“They’re teaching him a lesson, [Y/n],” Elliott said in a low voice. “No one disobeys me.”
“They’re not gonna kill him, are they?”
Just then, one of the women who’d arrived in the wagon earlier ran into the circle and jumped, screaming, onto one of the men, who easily knocked her out and threw her on top of Quigley’s unconscious body.
“Wait here, sweetheart.”
Elliott kissed the top of your head then approached the men, who parted to let him through.
“Throw him in the wagon,” you heard him decide. “Haul him two days from here and dump him. Let Australia kill him.”
As the men hurried to obey Elliott’s orders, he stormed back towards the house, where you were anxiously waiting for him on the porch. The glass crunched beneath his feet and he turned back to his men.
“And get this glass cleaned up! If [Y/n] gets even a sliver of a cut it’ll be half portion dinners for all of you!”
He beckoned you inside and you followed, treading carefully over the broken glass. Inside, the manservant was cleaning up the mess Quigley had made when he turned the table over. Elliott walked past him without acknowledgment, then headed into the lounge to sit himself on the sofa with a sigh.
You went into the kitchen, and when you emerged with a cloth and a bowl of water to clean him up, the frown on Elliott’s face melted into a smile.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said with a weary sigh. “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be exposed to the ugliness of men like Quigley. If I’d known what kind of man he is…”
“I’ve seen worse,” you said truthfully as you began gently dabbing the wet cloth on his face to wash away the blood.
“You are a peculiar woman, [Y/n],” Elliott commented with mild amusement. “Lady Turpin, wife to the formidable Judge Turpin… who’s seen blood and brawls, rats and childbirth. Is London really so bad these days that even the gentry are exposed to the scum of the world?”
“I told you why my brother was transported,” you said quietly. You washed out the cloth, gave Elliott’s face one last wipe for good measure, then set to examining the tears in the cloth of his shirt. “I’ll need to take this off so I can see if you’ve got cuts on your arms.”
Elliott smirked. “You just want me to take my shirt off, don’t you?”
“You fell onto broken glass!” you insisted.
“Relax, [Y/n], I’m joking. Here.”
He pulled his waistcoat off, then let you unbutton his shirt.
“Remind me about your brother.”
You glanced up at him. You’d hoped to distract him from the topic by taking his shirt off, but no such luck.
“He stole a loaf of bread. We were starving. I - we…” You paused, sighing. “I wasn’t always a Lady, Elliott. I climbed the ranks of society when I married William. When we met, I was nothing. Just a - a seamstress’s assistant, begging Lord Turpin for my brother’s life. He’d have been sent to the gallows otherwise.”
“And so he married you?”
“Well, at first he… kept me. As a - a personal whore.” You blushed, unable to look Elliott in the eye as you dispelled the image he had in his mind of you as an innocent Lady. “But over time… we fell in love. He was going to marry his ward, Johanna, but she betrayed him for a sailor and he wanted a wife who loved him. So he married me.”
You bit your lip anxiously and finally looked up at Elliott, who was looking at you with a curious look on his face, and you weren’t sure if he was going to throw you out into the Australian wilderness along with Quigley.
“You gave yourself to a man you didn’t know… in order to save your brother’s life?”
“Well… yes. Although if he’d promised me nothing in return, only taken me because he wanted to, I’d have not had much choice. He takes what he wants, just as you do. I’m very grateful I was able to at least save Tommy at the same time.”
Elliott raised a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your cheekbone as if to check you were real.
“You are… remarkably brave.”
You blushed. You hadn’t been sure how Elliott would react to knowing the truth, but that certainly wasn’t what you’d have expected.
You were about to speak when Elliott laughed.
“I’m sorry, I seem to have smudged some blood on your cheek.”
He took the wet cloth from you, washed the blood from his hands, then gently wiped the smudge from your cheek.
“There. All better. It should be my seed on your face, not my blood.”
You blushed, which made him laugh again.
“I believe you were taking my shirt off.”
“I - yes,” you stammered. You helped him ease the shirt from his shoulders, trying not to get too distracted by his chest as you examined him for cuts.
His chest and arms seemed fine, but when you asked him to lean forward, you saw he had an array of cuts on his back.
“It’s pretty nasty back here. You might be best off getting in the bath if you have the water.”
“First my shirt comes off, now you want me naked and wet. You needn’t make excuses, [Y/n].”
All the same, Elliott stood, poked his head into the dining room and instructed the manservant to draw him a bath. You sat yourself on the sofa and pointed to the floor in front of you.
“You’ve got some glass still in your skin. Sit here facing away, I’ll get it out.”
“Facing away? Are you sure?” Elliott said with a glint in his eye as he followed your instructions. “If I face you, it’ll be much easier to lick your gorgeous cunt.”
“That’s no way to speak to me when I’m picking glass out of your skin,” you said, glad he couldn’t see you blushing as you carefully pulled out the first shard. “If you distract me, I might push it back in by accident.”
“That’s true, and we don’t want you to take longer than necessary. I really do fancy that bath actually, and I’d like you to join me. I’m sure your back must be pretty beaten up too after our little escapade in the trees earlier.”
“I think my dress took most of it. I appreciate your concern, though, and I’ll gladly join you. I haven’t had a bath in months. Some people bathed in the sea during the journey but you need to be able to swim. William can swim, of course, so I just watched him.” You smiled, remembering the sight of your husband in his striped swimwear, soaking wet, climbing back onto the ship. One would almost be forgiven for thinking he was an ordinary man.
Elliott turned slightly to look over his shoulder at you.
“Do you truly love him?”
Your hand almost slipped in surprise at the audacity of the question.
“Of course I do! I love my husband more than anything! Serving him is the only thing that matters in my life.” You huffed. “Now stay still, I need to get the rest of this glass out.”
Elliott didn’t ask you anything more about William, and when the bath was ready and the glass picked from Elliott’s back, he led you into the bathroom and helped you unlace your dress.
“Mmm… the chance to see that beautiful body of yours all wet and shining, pressed up against me… it’s worth any number of cuts on my back.”
“You don’t need to get yourself cut up to get my clothes off, Elliott,” you said coyly.
Elliott grabbed the loosened neckline of your dress and pulled it down. He groaned with desire when your breasts popped out, his hands immediately wrapping around your chest to fondle them.
“‘I love my husband more than anything,’” he quoted at you mockingly. “Yet here you are getting your tits out for me.”
You turned your head away from him, not wanting him to see the upset on your face.
“I’m here because he told me to. If I had my choice, I’d still be in Melbourne with him.”
“Mmm, and what sort of husband does that make him, huh?” Elliott taunted, his hand leaving your breast to push your skirt down further and slide underneath your bloomers. “Getting you out the way, keeping you busy by offering up your most skilful services… how many whores do you think he’s had since we left Melbourne?”
Elliott was lucky he had you trapped in his arms, or else you might have slapped him.
“I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps you ought to have your bath alone.”
You tried to extract yourself from Elliott’s grip, but he was stronger than you, and he just held you tighter.
“Ah-ah-ah. I don’t think so. You said it yourself - you give me your body because your husband ordered it. And you wouldn’t want to disobey him, now, would you? No… no, I think I’ll take you right here, over the bathtub.”
He pushed you forward, forcing you to bend over the bathtub, your arse in the air while you grabbed onto the opposite edge to stop yourself from going head-first into the steaming water.
You braced yourself for the inevitable intrusion between your legs, but it never came. Elliott just stood behind you, breathing heavily, and you had no idea what he was doing or what he was thinking. Moments dragged, then finally Elliott groaned in frustration and, to your surprise, pulled you up straight again.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered against your ear, his breath hot on your cheek. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”
He sighed, apparently lost for words.
“You’re not a whore. Nor are you my wife. I promised I’d only take what’s freely given, and I’m a man of my word. I won’t… I won’t do that to you.”
He took a step back, freeing you from the enclosure he’d locked you in between his body and the bathtub.
“Go on, you can go…”
You turned around, and to your surprise Elliott seemed embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with you.
“Who’s gonna clean the blood off your back?”
He shrugged, as if the answer was unimportant. You shook your head and pushed your skirt and bloomers to the floor, followed quickly by your shoes. Elliott watched, confused, as you undressed yourself then slid into the bath, sitting at the end with your legs open for him to climb in with you.
“Come on, then,” you said.
Elliott stripped, then climbed into the bath with you, fitting neatly between your legs with his back to you so you could begin gently sponging down his back.
“You’re a very compassionate person, [Y/n],” Elliott said quietly. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No. What does that word mean?”
“It means you’re kind. Even to those who don’t deserve it.”
“Everyone deserves kindness. Even those who don’t believe they deserve it. Perhaps especially them.”
Elliott wished he could embrace you, but he settled for placing his hand on your knee. He was glad you couldn’t see his face, because you might have seen the anguish on his furrowed brow, his desperate attempt to stop himself falling in love with you. But how could he not, when he almost lost control and your response was to wash his back? The joy he’d seen in your eyes when you saw the lambs’ birth, the devilish smile you gave him when you tried to be shy even as lust coursed through you, the joy on your face when you saw your brother again and the kindness with which you treated everyone you came across, even him. You’d seen him be thrown out of his own house and sentence men to their deaths, he’d almost forced himself on you over the bathtub, and yet… here you were, cleaning the wounds on his back.
As far as he was concerned, you were an angel sent to him, and by god he was going to treasure you for the rest of his life.
He just had to get your pesky husband out of the way first.
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