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The Love and Deepspace Boys Trying to Get You to Sleep ⋆｡°✩
Tags: Fluff, teasing, needy boys, mild sexual content, gender neutral reader (I had to re-write so please let me know if I messed up.)
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Xavier is surprisingly softer than you expected when you first met him on your mission together. He’s an incredibly powerful hunter but possesses a quiet and gentle, almost oblivious, aura when navigating everyday life, like a ghost floating through the space he takes up. It should also be understood that this very nature of his makes him affectionate, so much so, that he won’t unwrap his arms around your waist and stop pressing his head to your shoulder as you sit at the kitchen bar, typing on your laptop.
“Are you planning on staying up later than the stars?” he mumbles.
There’s a gentle yawn against your skin from the sluggish man, highlighting just how long he’s been trying to coax you into going to bed.
“I wanted to finish this report for work.”
“The report will be there tomorrow,” he says. You swat away his hand that reaches for the power button on the laptop causing him to pout. He grumbles. “You should go to bed. Otherwise, I can’t sleep.”
Smiling to yourself, you decide to tease him. “Oh, so you’re really trying to get me to go to bed for your own benefit?”
“Well, you can’t very well expect me to do it by myself anymore.” Xavier nuzzles his head into the slope of your neck, cuddling you. “It’s your responsibility since you ruined my sleeping habits.”
“Ruined?”
“Ramshackled,” he repeats quietly, causing you to giggle. With an airy sigh, he presses his weight into you more. “How do you expect me to sleep when I can’t hold you?”
Defeated, you save your work and close the laptop. You swivel in your chair, enough to meet his eye, and cup a hand to his cheek. It never stops being endearing to you how he cutely closes his eyes and angles his head to snuggle your palm.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to beg.”
His eyes flutter open, and the smile on his face grows as he wraps his fingers around yours. Carefully, he pulls on your hand to bring it up enough to begin to lace your wrist with affectionate kisses, tracing your pulse.
“I thought you enjoyed my begging.”
“That’s different.”
“It isn’t,” Xavier mutters into your skin, pressing another light kiss.
“It is.”
“So, you're resolute about that position?” he questions “innocently”. There’s something mischievous about the glint in those arctic eyes, which makes your face warm. You find yourself breaking eye contact, or else you’d lose it.
“Yes.”
Xavier chuckles then begins to lead his kisses down your arm. “In that case, care to explain the difference in detail, love?”
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“Sleep.”
“But—”
“Sleep.”
Zayne narrows his eyes at you from his side of the bed. You can’t blame him for being a little annoyed right now but the movie you put on to fall asleep was much better than you expected; and instead of falling asleep, you were more awake than ever at a very late one in the morning.
“I’m almost done with the movie,” you tell him, hoping he’ll cut you a little slack this one time.
“Everyone dies at the end of their own stupidity,” he bluntly states and grabs the remote. The television turns off with an overly loud click, and you pout. “Now, sleep.”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff. “You’re the worst.”
“I’m fine with that title if it gets you to rest,” he explains with a smooth yawn. “Poor sleep habits lead to bad decision-making later. You’re more likely to develop high blood pressure, and with your heart in particular—”
“I get it. I get it,” you say, wanting to be spared the lecture. Zayne is a good person and a better doctor, but you wish he didn’t worry about you so much just because you might have a little big heart problem. Sighing, you squiggle onto your back and pull the sheets up to your collar, kicking them a little childishly in the process (totally not to let him know that you were not pleased with his spoiling). “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
“Very.”
Zayne turns over onto his side, away from you, and you frown at the loneliness. Softly, you poke him in the back, once, then twice then a third time before you finally get a hum in response.
“Am I really not getting a good night kiss?”
“Do you need one to sleep?” he asks, his voice deeper from the lack of sleep, urging you to convince him to kiss you even more.
“Duh,” you explain. Slowly, he turns back over to look at you, propping himself up on one arm with a look that says “Is that so” as you continue to ramble. It makes you a little flustered when he watches you so intently. He’s always had this silent dominance that makes you obedient, but you could get what you want from him just as easily with the exact opposite strategy. Cutely, you puff your bottom lip out at him. “There has to be some health benefit to it. Kissing makes people all happy. Happy is good, right?”
It takes a second for him to take in what you say, those smokey eyes closing in on you with thought before he climbs over you. He places both hands at your sides and quickly boxes in your upper thighs with his knees.
“You’re thinking of dopamine,” he says.
“Huh?”
“That makes you “all happy”,” he explains and presses a deep kiss to your lips, leaving you thoughtless and breathless all at once. He moves to your jaw, and you begin to squirm from the pressure of his impassioned lips.
“And Serotonin.”
Another kiss, lower.
“Oxytocin.”
He’s at your shoulder when he starts to nip your skin, and one of his hands moves to ski up the back of your thigh.
“Reduced cortisol.”
Flustered, you grip his arms.
“Zayne, stop, it tickles,” you whine, but it’s the last thing you actually want as he readjusts his position and hovers above you.
His usually neat hair is messier and his breathing a little heavier judging by how his chest laboriously rises and falls. Groaning, you bite your bottom lip as he knowingly leans in and whispers,
“You need it to help you sleep, isn’t that what you said?”
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“Why don’t you just say you don’t love me anymore?”
You look up from your phone screen at the sudden accusation. You’re resting on the couch, your back propped up by the armrest and legs splayed out on the other cushion while Rafayel looks down at you with crossed arms and a less-than-pleased scowl on his face. You’re entirely confused as to what you could’ve done to make him think something like that.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been playing video games for what—the last two hours?” he says, uncrossing his arms to grab your phone. It’s too late to warn him as he glances at the screen, clicking a few times. “What are you playing anyway? An…otome? Sheesh, go ahead and say you want me gone. Come on, tell me you actually hate me.”
Holding in your smile, you shake your head and affectionately roll your eyes. It takes an enormous amount of effort to not laugh as he continues to rant. “So, it’s one of those things. I thought I was actually in trouble.”
And by those things, you mean his dramatics.
“Hush, my complaints are perfectly legitimate,” he demands as he pushes your legs aside and sits on the couch. Leaning over, he flashes the screen at you to show the evidence he has that you’re completely unfair, unfaithful, and downright mean. “What’s this game giving you that I’m not? Are my dashing good looks and even better personality not enough? Is that it?”
Gently, you take the phone from his hand and set it down on the end table. “You’re plenty, perfect even.”
He scoffs and refuses to look at you. “Apparently not. Don’t you ever think about anyone else? What if I want to cuddle with you one day but you’re too busy to notice because you’re playing silly games?”
Ah, there it is. His real want. You never know why he can never just come out and say it.
“Rafayel, do you want me to come to bed and cuddle with you?”
“Want is a strong word,” he remarks but you can see his resolve (can you call it that when he planned to give in all along?) crumbling as he slowly turns back to meet your gaze, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Not that you deserve it or care.”
Humming, you sit up, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him down onto you. Lovingly, you snuggle him, stopping to only take in how red his neck and ears start to get when you squeeze him and start to stroke through his hair. You’re not sure if Lumerians can blow happy bubbles like he claims, but he definitely hums and relaxes his entire body weight to lay on top of you like he wants to sink into your skin.
Teasingly, you coo at him. “You’re so needy.”
“I’d rather say you humans aren’t needy enough,” he fires back as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the corner of your lips. “Ah, the sweet taste of victory.”
Giving out a gentle and short laugh, you lightly tap his back. “Go to sleep.”
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#zayne x reader#xavier x reader#rafayel x reader#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace fluff#love and deepspace smut#adelssmut#notsfw
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Nsfw scenarios/hcs for the LADS boys with their MC in ABO!AU (Idl if I wrote this right 😅) please? Like how they marked their mates, how they treated their mates during the rut and heat, etc.
+ Omegaverse, sexual content, alpha boys/omega reader, female reader
General
9/10 possessiveness level
Xavier is the most possessive of the main boys and gets jealous the easiest. He may seem calm about other alphas standing a little too close or talking a little too long to his mate, but the tension in the air is thick and unpleasant. There's a specific eery calmness to his face and falsely polite tone to his voice when he happens to cut into the conversation. He always wants to know the topic of conversation when you talk to anyone who has his suspicion. Xavier suddenly gets a little needier than usual, always trying to figure out a way to draw your attention back to himself. Or, purposely sliding an arm around your waist and holding you close in a silent hint that whoever is talking to you should back off, or he will drop his head against your shoulder, saying he’s tired, and asking you to hurry up so you can go home together, he emphasizes. His last resort isn't pretty.
While calm, he has a little of a competitive streak with others, whether that means scoring higher in your hunter team battles or building the largest snowman together. He is competitive for your attention against those he thinks are interested in you; and when he has you alone, he insists on scenting you or mating you. You better be prepared to hide large bite marks or hickeys by the time he’s done claiming you.
Protective Level: 6/10
Xavier has no problem with you running about your daily life. He has confidence that you’re strong and don’t necessarily need much protection. He only insists on coming with for two things: (one) if he’s jealous of the person you’re meeting or (two) if you’re going somewhere to fight on your own.
As long as he’s around, he’s confident that things will work out fine. However, he gets extremely protective when you’re hurt, asking for you to stay behind him, rushing ahead to be the vanguard, and trying to take on the brunt of everything himself. And if you get hurt being rash, prepare for him to be upset with you and insist that you allow him to protect you more.
Scenting
Scent: Fresh Linen
Xavier smells good, but there isn’t something to pinpoint about his scent that is unique to him. Simply put, he smells clean, like freshly dried laundry with a touch of lavender.
Xavier loves covering you in his scent, cuddling and sleeping with you until you’re no longer entirely sure what your scent smells like not mixed with his. He scents your things, like your plushies, before you even need to ask.
He likes to tease you, asking if you want him to scent his hoodies even more since you take them so much, and he’s always happy to oblige. His first instinct to calm you down consists of three options: scenting, cuddles, and food, in that order.
Mating
Xavier already likes to mate with his partner a lot, like a constant rut minus the attitude that comes with it; always wrapping his arms around you, nudging the back of your neck, and lightly coercing the situation to where he wants it to end up whenever the opportunity shows itself.
In a rut, he’s twice as easy to rile up and much more direct about wanting to be alone with you, wanting to hold you and shove his head into the divot of your neck, and audibly inhaling your scent. You can already feel him against you in more ways than one.
He doesn’t waste his time trying to play games with you during this time, choosing to show you exactly how much he wants you before taking charge. You’re burnt out by his energy when you’re used to him napping right after a round or two. This time he isn’t letting up, but he promises that he’ll treat you so well, promises that he’ll get you there twice in exchange for letting him have one more time, as if you're aren't already overstimulated with jellied legs.
He asks if you're already tired. He'll let you sleep but can he at least squeeze and kiss you while he uses his hand. He promises to clean his mess if it gets on you. He'll be good, he swears, and he's so puppy eyed that you let him.
When he finally is tired, he’ll fall asleep while inside you. His knot stopped swelling a long time ago, but he enjoys your warmth around him as he nuzzles the back of your head.
Xavier does his best to tend to his mate when they’re in heat. He’ll get warm compresses and try his best to cook for you (most likely failing) and offer to nap with you when you’re in pain. He’ll let you use him how you want as long as it makes you feel better, whether that’s using his hands, mouth, or knotting you.
There’s a small bit of worry from him, with the way he asks,
“Where do you need it?”
“Like this?”
“Are you sure you only want my fingers? It’s okay to ask for more.”
“Open your legs wider. You don’t have to be embarrassed. It's only me."
"Next time, I'll let you take care of me, deal?
You’re so cute like this, needing and wanting him, but he hates how it causes you pain.
General
3/10 possessiveness level
Rafayel tends to have confidence that he can have you before anyone else, trusting your judgment to take care of yourself. He also has pretty high esteem of himself when it comes to the social world. A few properly chosen words is usually enough to get any seducer to back off. Rafayel can’t believe someone else could possibly think they’d have a chance with you when you have him.
As repentance, he wants you to do things for him after little incidents like that. It’s so exhausting chasing lesser alphas off, after all. Whether he’s serious or not when he says he could use some affection after his omega so cruelly ignored him for another alpha remains to be determined.
If there ever is a time where he feels insecure or jealous, he isn’t above trying to cut off someone’s relationship with you. If it comes to threats so be it, but it will end. It doesn’t matter if it’s from your side or the pursuer. It’s an ultimatum, either him or the other person, but not both.
He has a bigger concern about you not needing or growing bored of him than falling in love with someone else. Otherwise, he tends to have faith in you.
Protectiveness Level: 8/10
Rafayel knows you’re strong. Trust him—a twisted arm and playfights abound—he knows. But you are also bulledheaded and naïve. He worries you might end up getting yourself injured; or worse, killed.
So, he’s observant as always, watching for any suspicious activities with the people you’re around, whether warranted or not. He wouldn’t just do that for anyone, only for his precious mate and also for his precious peace of mind. He tends to operate from the background to not be too overbearing, but he doesn’t mind being the one to step in—to get hurt—if it means keeping you safe.
Scenting
Scent: Beach Sand with a Hint of Citrus
Rafayel smells of white beach sand and tropical fruit. He smells like the first hint of salt air and the ocean breeze and mineral. It reminds you of family vacations and old memories. He insists most Lemurians have scents like these, but his is special! It's the only one that mixes so lovely with yours.
He does scent you when you ask, but he requests that you do the same. It’d be much better for you to scent each other. He loves to tease you when you ask him to scent things for you.
“If you like it so much maybe I should make it into a perfume.” But he’d hate it if you actually agree. “Wait, let’s not be too hasty. A perfume really can’t compete with the natural source.”
Mating
Rafayel dislikes his mating cycle only because he dislikes losing his sense of control over himself. But when you’re there, with your scent clouding his mind, it’s all bets off. He’s so needy and HAS to have you. He feels like he’ll die if he isn’t burying himself in your scent, your presence, in you. He needs to feel your hands on him and isn’t below demeaning himself or being more forceful than usual to get it.
He’ll constantly seek you out, calling you late at night. He has nothing to say. He just needed to hear your voice, just keep breathing for him, he’s almost there. He needs you to come over to his place right now. It’s all your fault he’s burning like this. You need to get there immediately and take responsibility before he goes insane. He's already dizzy and his hand isn’t cutting it anymore.
In person, he grabs your hand, and the look in his eyes is begging in place of his mouth that’s too heavy with pants to talk straight as he savors your touch, desperate and gluttonous.
“Right there...don't make me beg…just a little bit longer.”
“I need to feel you. There. You feel incredible.”
“If you want my knot, you can have it. Say you want it for me, and I’ll give it to you. Say it.”
When it’s your turn to go manic, he’s going to have his revenge for all the bullying and petting you did while he was rutting. He’s going to coo and fawn over how much you need him, and make you ask him nicely for his touch, but he’ll always give in to his little mate. He knows what’ll make you feel good, and he’s going to give it to you in due time. He thinks you look so pretty when you’re about to cum, covered in sweat, body tensing, the shallow, quick breaths.
“I wish I could paint you like this, but I don’t want to look away.”
“Do you really want me to breed you that bad? Don’t say you didn’t ask for it.”
Rafayel is going to make sure you have an easy time, clearing out your schedule for you and letting you stay in the studio with him. Thomas' calls are going to go unanswered for a while.
General
6/10 possessiveness level
Zayne is able to get jealous; however, he isn’t one to distrust you. It’s other people he doesn’t trust. He’ll drop hints he doesn’t like something you’re doing, a sarcastic jab here, a polite warning there, and even a “you should be careful of the company you keep.”. He always introduces himself as your mate to ensure there are no misconceptions about your relationship with him.
Zayne occasionally has to remind you that he’s your partner especially when you insist on teasing him and being a brat, poking at that jealous side of his to rile him up. It doesn’t take long for you to get the idea after having him between your legs. It’s really more of a funny thing, seeing him possessive, because he becomes a lot more short-tempered but absolutely refuses to admit he’s being possessive.
However, he calms relatively easy with some reassurance, and he doesn’t care as much if someone likes you after he knows you have zero interest in them. It’s more of an annoyance than something for him to fear.
Protectiveness Level: 10/10
Zayne is always so worried about you. He always has to tell you to be careful, to watch where you’re stepping so you don’t trip, to not drink too much without him there to take you home, and to watch for injuries. It might be a bit of his doctor attitude coming out, but it’s so much worse when it comes to you. You know no one else who adds the weather of the city you’re in to confirm you’re okay.
He’s also protective of your mental wellbeing; he tends to be the rock you rely on. If someone is bothering you, you can tell him, and he’ll be sure to handle the issue immediately.
Scenting
Scent: Bamboo Forest
Zayne smells like bamboo forests, a mix of floral and earthy. It kind of reminds you of him, calm and quiet but strong and solid like the earth. Fresh, green, and slightly woody. It smells like nature.
He scents you when you ask, and he quietly scents you when he wants, always overthinking if it’s something you want him to do or appropriate at a given point in time. It doesn’t take long for him to become better at knowing when you want it, when to leave something with his scent for you when you’re upset, and when to simply cradle you against him. His mood improves exponentially whenever you shove your face into his chest and mumble about how good he smells.
Zayne loves the way you smell. It’s a familiar and comforting thing to have your scent greeting him after a hard day at work. It lets him know you’re doing okay, and he gets worried whenever your scent is off. He can usually tell the slightest changes of your mood, and it makes him agitated whenever you try to pretend you’re fine when he can clearly tell different from smell alone.
Mating
Zayne tries his best to control himself and avoid you during his ruts. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, which leads him to being too restrained whenever he’s with you to the point where you can tell he’s not handling himself well.
It’s going to take a few times to convince him that you can handle it, that he can let go and give you everything before he finally allows himself to dive into his hormones, throw you against the bed, and kiss you hard. It's almost like a completely different side of him. Sure, he could always be dominant in the bedroom but there was always a control to it. Instead, he's instinctive, running off the rush of endorphins to reach the peak he desperately wants to tumble over, harsh and tunnel visioned as he chases the sensation of you clamping down around his knot.
“Hold it there, we’re almost there. You can handle it.”
“Let me have you a few more times. Then, you can rest.”
“Good girl. You’re doing so well. So good to me.”
During your time, he is meticulous. Zayne knows you almost as well as you know yourself, knows what sweets you like to eat, what positions make you the most comfortable, and tips on how to keep yourself together.
That only works so long, however, and soon he takes a more hands on approach in helping you through your heat cycle. His fingers curled up inside you, pushing that sweet springy spot inside you that has your juices pouring over his palm. He shushes you as you beg for him to give you more and more, to please stop this edging and fuck you already.
He promises he’ll make it good, but he has to slowly work you up first, so you won’t get overstimulated. Then, he’ll give you what you want until you pass out.
“Hold still, or do you want me to stop?”
“Does it feel that good? I’ll be sure to remember that for next time.”
“See what happens when you follow directions?”
“You’ll have your reward soon. Which do you prefer to have—my fingers or my knot?”
Zayne also takes special care of you no matter the situation, making sure to wipe you off and hold a warm rag to your swollen and puffy cunt as he makes out with you. He scents you heavily afterward and lets you fall asleep against him until it all starts over again.
#rafayel x reader#xavier x reader#zayne x reader#lads x reader#love and deepspace x reader#lnd x reader#xavier smut#rafayel smut#zayne smut#adelssmut#notsfw#omegaverse#abo#tw: omegaverse#female reader
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Thinking about playfighting with Rafayel
+ brief sexual content, play fighting, subby rafayel
Your sweet, dramatic friend of a man. Your fights with him normally stay in the verbal arena, where he excels at throwing playful jabs, sassy remarks, the quick teasing nickname, and occasional cocky comment. When he’s smart-mouthed one too many times, oh, that’s when you have to drag him into your arena. It never hurts to teach your Lemurian charge who’s the real boss from time to time.
It never goes far; you think he might be a little too delicate for your full strength. So, you stick to a quick tackle, some torturous tickles, and silly pokes, all in attempts to make his face go a lovely shade of red and hear him beg for mercy. You love when he’d whine your name and plead for forgiveness while the angry pout and glare after would always be the icing on a very much deserved cake.
Sometimes, when he’s in a cheerful mood, he fights back, determined to give you a taste of your own medicine.
It always ends up with you two on the ground in front of his couch. You pin him on his stomach to punish him for defying you, and he tries his best to regain dominance. Even with all his squiggling and wiggling like an octopus out of water, he won’t be able to get you off.
Forcing yourself to lie on top of him and pressing your chest into his back, you ignore his demands for you to let him up, not until he apologizes. Ah, but he never wants to give in right away, and you up your force a little as he tries to flip you over.
Then, there’s a tug.
It’s an accident.
You weren’t entirely paying attention to where your hand was until there’s already wavy purple strands tangled around your fingers and the loud moan that filled the room was already beginning to fade away. It leaves you frozen with Rafayel whose hair is clutched in your hands and whose ears and face are very, very deep red.
This is certainly a first.
“Did you just—” you ask.
“No,” he groans out, but his denial is short lived because you just can’t resist teasing him and seeing that blushing face of his, so obviously, you have to experiment by giving another light tug. It yields the same result: a whine held deep in his throat and the tensing of his legs under you.
“Stop,” he says. “You’re gonna—”
You cut him off with a grunt, already knowing where he was going.
“Turn you on?” You finish for him. “Don't tell me you have a hard on.”
The pout he gives is adorable, his face brightly decorated like a bucket of vermillion paint was dumped on him. He lifts his arm to his face, trying to hide the blush behind his hand, which you take that to mean as a ‘yes’.
“What else do you expect to happen when you do that?” he comments between heavy breathes, and the absolute embarrassment laced in his voice makes a tingle go down your spine as he sputters out lame excuse after excuse – it was reflex, random timing, the rubbing, to try not to get too full of yourself—like he was an inexperienced young man dealing with his first rush of hormones.
All you could hear was your own thoughts whirling faster and faster and the adorably flustered sounds of his voice straining as you repositioned on top of him.
“Round 2,” you whisper then blow against the back of his heated neck, causing him to shudder.
A lightly grumbled “shameless as always,” puffs from behind his trembling hand. But when have you ever led him to believe that you weren’t especially in situations like these?
You squeeze your hand between his stomach and the floor, slowly drawing it down and stopping at his belt. He doesn't fight it, doesn't move even, maybe is silently anticipating this even more than you. Still, you’re not “shameless” enough to not give him a choice in the matter.
“Last chance to tap out, fishie. Apologize,” you warn.
It takes him time to respond, but when he does you can’t resist smirking. He finally asks, “Do you really think I’d give in so easily? Do your worst.”
You nearly laugh. That’s what you thought.
#rafayel x reader#love and deepspace x reader#rafayel smut#lads x reader#lnd x reader#love and deepspace#lds x reader#notsfw#adelssmut#gender neutral reader
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Don't you agree we need more A/B/O for love and deep space?
Omegaverse Scenarios with the Boys
Content warning: Omegaverse, jealousy, marking, scenting, fluff, mild sexual content, no pronouns, MORE ABO! MORE ABO!
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“You’re back.”
You whip your head around to see Xavier standing at the balcony door, looking serene as ever in the mid-morning light. The soft look the sunlight gives him brings a smile to your face. However, it quickly strains and breaks, collapsing into a frown as Xavier steps out onto the deck. There’s nothing scary about his demeanor; he seems calm as usual but there’s a subtle tension in the air that fogs heavy from him.
Wordlessly, Xavier scans you up and down, focusing on…something. You’re not sure what he’s searching for, but you suspect he’s found it when his forehead creases and his voice drops.
“Did you visit Philos while you were out?"
"How'd you guess?"
"You smell like Jeremiah,” Xavier concludes coldly, which causes you to hold on tighter to the little packet of plant food clutched between your hands. “What were the two of you doing?” he follows up; this time he fixes his face and flashes you that sweet smile.
You’re smart enough to not be fooled by the innocent expression he puts on whenever he tries to pry information out of you. However, you have nothing to hide and answer honestly.
“My friend has been sick, so I wanted to send her some flowers.”
“Is that all?”
"I also got plant food for the strawberries," you add, flashing the green packet of nutrients.
"That's not what I meant."
Your suspicion tipped off, you raise your eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
Xavier closes in on you, each step making your heart pound as he boxes you in between himself and one of the large ceramic pots homing the strawberry plant. Raising your hands to your chest, your knuckles brush against the tassels of his hoodie as you try to make some space between the two of you. It's clear you have no room to run, and a part of you isn't sure you want to escape.
Xavier reaches out to you; his hand sweeps under the collar of your black turtleneck, sending jolts through your body when his fingertips hit the sore bruise in the soft junction of your neck. The way he immediately finds that tender target reminds you of the way he hunts down wanderers with precision, persistence, and unfortunately, pinpoint accuracy. Despite the severe shivers being coerced in your soul, it doesn’t frighten you as he traces around your scent gland.
“You’re practically shaking,” he mumbles, gripping the neck of your shirt and giving a gentle tug, exposing your bond mark. “Are you cold?”
“No," you answer immediately, watching his snooping hand from your periphery, "and don’t change the subject.”
“I’m not,” he says with a shake of his head as he continues to fumble with your clothing. “I was just wondering why you were so covered up.”
“There’s no reason,” you breathe out, distracted by the fierce concentration reflecting from dark pools of blue so different from the soft glimpses and angelic gazes he normally shares with you. They strike you so deeply, peering through you so sharply that memories from how the mark was made begin to flash through your mind, fumbling any other excuses you might have said.
“None at all?” he comments, making your face warm. “If the mark hurts, it’s nothing a hot bath won’t fix.”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Then, why are you covering it up?” he asks; this game of cat and mouse quickly unravels when he brings up, “Did you not want Jeremiah to see it?”
“That’s not it,” you deny with a sigh, pushing his hand away.
You never understand how Xavier can be so jealous. Jeremiah is a friend to both of you; he has been for centuries from your understanding. Even if there was some point in those decades that Jeremiah possibly had feelings for you stronger than friendship, you didn’t hold those same feelings for him. You only desired to be bonded with one person, the one standing in front of you. Even when he was being a needlessly jealous dummy.
“It has nothing to do with him.”
“Do you not like the way it looks?” He questions instead, his demeanor softening only slightly with regret. With a slight blush, Xavier pouts and rubs the back of his neck. “I admit I was a little out of it when I did it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it! It’s pretty,” you finally yell, which causes him to clamp his mouth shut enough for you to explain better. “This is the first time anyone made a bond mark on me, and it’s a little embarrassing cause then everyone knows, we’re um…” you start to lose your concentration when he looms over you. You take a sudden step back, stopping only when the pot behind you threatens to fall over when you bump it. “Doing things…together.”
Chest aching, you hope your explanation is satisfactory. You never want to make him insecure but the idea of people knowing intimate details of your love life makes you sheepish.
“So, you don’t want him to know.”
“Xavier, did you not listen to what I said?”
“I did but isn’t what you said still a roundabout way of saying you’re hiding it?” He teases with a small laugh. There’s a pleased curve in the smile on his face and a shimmering light like stardust in his eyes; unbeknownst to you, that’s from knowing he’s the first and only one to ever mark you. How proud he would be if everyone was aware of that fact. “You don’t have to be embarrassed by something so natural. Everyone, especially him, should know you’re mine and I’m yours.”
You open your mouth to protest but you’re interrupted by him grabbing your wrist in one hand to prevent you from squirming away as he hooks a finger into your turtleneck. Pulling your collar, he presses an open-mouth kiss to your bond mark then higher up to nip the soft flesh under your earlobe, higher until he's breathing into your ear.
"I'll fix it," he murmurs and kisses your neck again and again until all you can make sense of is the heat blooming along your throat with each touch of his lips.
His kisses lack his normal gentleness; they’re filled instead with a desire that makes your knees shake and buckle. You’d fallen if he hadn’t held you closer, squeezed you to him like letting go would be the end of him, as if he finds joy in feeling the aftershocks of your fluttering heart against your ribcage.
“Xavier, what are you-you-ah."
You desperately hold in the moan that builds up in your chest as he continues to bite into your skin and the sound of his kisses fills your ear smooch by smooch. Xavier chuckles against your flesh.
“Relax. I’m not going to do anything bad to you. I’m simply making a few minor adjustments to your first mark." He hums, tongue sliding along your neck to mark its target. “I think this is a good spot,” he whispers before sinking his teeth into your pulse.
It burns in a searingly blinding way, and your eyes roll up when he sucks onto your bite-broken skin. He doesn't stop until he manages to ring out a strangled moan from your throat. He cements his work with another swipe of his tongue then pulls away to admire it.
He paints that innocent smile back on his face as he locks his eyes with yours. His voice is light and airy like a weight is off his shoulders when the fresh mark peeks from your turtleneck. "This time I gave you a mark you can’t hide."
It’s another day at the arcade and another day Zayne watches you spend an exorbitant amount of money winning a plushie you could’ve easily ordered cheaper online. The Tinkle Toy you win this time is cuter than the normal fare at least. It’s a bright candy streamer rainbow, with smiling pink cotton candy clouds.
“I did it!” you cheer and hold out your prize to him in search of his approval. He congratulates you on your well-earned victory. With a smiling face, you push the toy closer to him rather than hug it to your chest in your normal possessive manner.
“What is it?”
You wave the toy back and forth. “You know.”
“I’m afraid I don’t.”
In truth, Zayne knows exactly what you want, and it makes his neck hot under the collar. He presses his pointer finger to the bridge of his glasses and pushes them further up his nose as an excuse to avoid your slowly narrowing gaze. Your previously cheerful smile flattens into a stern line and your tone becomes more demanding.
“Zayne,” you repeat ominously, like a parent scolding their child for not finishing their chores. Somehow, it always works to earn his attention, and he briefly glances over the toy again; it looks much less cute this time, the carefully stitched smiles now a mocking grin.
Zayne examines his surroundings: the kids running around the overly decorated and gaudy arcade, the bored and drowsy-eyed employees behind the gift counter, the many older siblings and parents trying to win tickets for the little ones, and, well, you, glaring him down. That look tells him you’re not going to be willing to let this go despite how crowded the arcade has become in your short time here.
“You want me to scent your toy for you?” he questions, adding for emphasis, “Right here?”
“Rainbow Candy can’t join the other plushies in the nest without being christened by the leader.” Poking out your lip, you give him the biggest puppy eyes you can muster. It doesn’t move him enough to give in, not until your eyes start to gloss like stained glass and you softly plead, “Please, Dr. Zayne.”
Ice quickly breaks and chips in the mildest bit of sunlight, dissolving into warm puddles, and it’s just like that when Zayne finally breaks and melts at the smallest insistence from you. Grabbing the toy, Zayne quickly shoves it against his throat, ignoring how plush the toy feels against the underside of his chin. He trails it up and down the column of his neck, swiping it one final time under his chin. It’s a simple motion, done quickly and precisely to efficiently cover the toy in his scent in the least amount of time possible, yet it still feels so inappropriate to do here under your watchful, yearning gaze threatening to make his body stiff.
As he feels his limit about to be broken, he hands the rainbow back to your waiting arms.
“Is this satisfactory?”
You squeeze onto the toy as if someone could snatch it away. You press your face against it, smelling deeply, and when you look up at him from under your brow it’s with the sweetest smile he thinks he’s ever witnessed.
“Your best work yet, Dr. Zayne. Good job!” you giggle, and he has half a mind to pinch your cheek and wipe that childish grin off your face. “Now, I’ll have something to remember you by while you’re at work today.”
“Is that why you demand I scent all your toys?” he asks, and you nod slowly.
“You’re always so busy that I hardly get to see you outside of the hospital, so when I get lonely I just cuddle with these guys,” you confess. You press your nose deeper into one of the garishly pink cotton candy clouds; this time when your eyes waver like watery skies, it isn’t to sway him. “When the teddies smell like you, it’s like I’m holding a piece of you too.”
Those words connect everything that has ever happened between the two of you together, stringing the moments like a red line of fate. Despite the words I love you never leaving your lips, it excites the same effect that can make a sane man an idiot, an effect not even Zayne is immune to when you so innocently and freely express your feelings to him.
It’s a skill he struggles with; though for you and your happiness, he’s willing to give in and let loose the restrained mask he wears on his face as he listens to the one person he’s longed for all this time admit that they get lonely without him beside them.
“I think scenting you before my shift would be more comforting,” he offers; the adoration glowing in your irises makes him weak enough to stroke your forehead with the back of his hand. There’s a little whimper muffled into your plushie while your forehead feels hot to touch before your face falls into shock and your eyes dart around the room, like his before. As sweet and innocent as you can be, you can also be very easy to read. “You’re thinking inappropriately.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Not here.”
“I wasn’t going to ask.”
Zayne gently pokes your forehead to clear your head of the improper thoughts running through it causing you to whine and rub the spot, which only reminds him how you’re much, much cuter than any plushie.
You hold in a giggle as Rafayel shoves his face against the crook of your neck. Since you came over to his studio, he hasn’t been able to tear himself away from you, which left you sitting on the couch, covered in little splotches of dried paint, trying to discern why he feels the need to drag his hands down your arm and audibly sniff your hair.
His breath is heavy and ragged as he sucks in a breath, or rather your scent, and continues to trace up your skin until his finger can finally sink into the collar of your button-up. “Did you do something different today? New lotion? Bath Soap?”
“I did what I normally do every day.”
Rafayel groans against your skin again. You haven’t seen him hot and bothered, face soaked and flushing red with fever, since his last ebb day, which already happened earlier this year.
“Are you sure?” His lips on your skin feel so familiar that your body is immediately on edge and reacting to every stuttered exhale he makes whenever your leg so much as brushes against him. He sinks closer to you, removing any space in between your bodies. “You smell delectable.”
“Rafayel?”
“I just want a taste.”
“Rafayel, are you rutting?”
“No, I’m not,” he groans, laps your shoulder without any care for the fabric covering it, then pricks his canines against vulnerable, pulsing skin. You can tell he’s about to lose it when he pops the first button on your shirt, not even paying attention to the way his nails draw across your upper chest. “I’m just…admiring you…there’s nothing wrong with that.”
There’s a whimper melting from his mouth when you press your hand to his chest and push away. Your confidence is quickly rising thanks to the pitiful expression on his face, highlighted by parted, puffy lips and wide violet-pink eyes fogged with hazy lustful clouds.
“I charge by the hour for appearances.”
Rafayel huffs lightly in response. Something about him is different today; something that your experience tells you is due to the rut he fails to explain away. He misses the usual flare he has, the coy seduction that he uses to draw you in. He trades it for brute force, spurred by the mind-numbing need to have this fire in him quenched inside of you as he grips your wrist and forces you closer to him.
“Just send any charges directly to the studio,” he pants out in desperation between sporadic breaths. His voice hitches, forming a short gasp when you grip his chin and focus his sights back on you. He follows so readily at any touch you offer him no matter how rough. Your mind was becoming fuzzy with how much power you have when he’s like this.
“I only take payments in kisses, but I’ll be sure to let Thomas know.”
There’s a moment where his eyes narrow, perhaps in frustration, before they drop and lock on your mouth; specifically, he's memorized by the motion of your tongue glancing across your lips. Rafayel is only consumed with thoughts of how gravely he wants to be the one wetting them despite doing so hundreds of times before. His body wildly craves yours like the months before he was graced with a taste of you, or maybe this yearning is because he knows exactly how it feels to be touched by you as you are now. Rafayel isn't sure which it is anymore, the lines fade and blur, becoming harder to trace by the second. It hurts being this vulnerable, his body uncontrolled by himself, but if you’re his mate then there isn’t anything to fear, at least not this time.
“On second thought, I really should settle my own debts.”
“Are you sure you can afford it?”
“I’ll gladly pay you with interest, darling,” he barely manages to force out in his last single coherent thought. “Now, let me taste you already.”
Rafayel leans closer, aiming for your lips, but is stopped by your nail dragging up the center of his neck, unhindered by the thick gulp he takes to stop his heart from jumping into his throat. You creep your finger up his chin, stopping at the point to force his head up and eyes to lock with yours. The smile on your face is torturous, the look in your eyes out to kill as your lips purse and part to form one simple word,
“Beg.”
The arrogant smirk on your face says you know he will; Rafayel knows he will; anything for a small taste to quench this thirst built in him since eternity for you, but he also knows he’ll have you in his trap instead very soon.
#xavier x reader#zayne x reader#rafayel x reader#love and deepspace x reader#xavier smut#rafayel smut#zayne fluff#love and deepspace smut#love and deepspace fluff#omegaverse#tw:omegaverse#adelssmut#notsfw
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Megumi an ass man confirmed
Head Canons!!! LETTS GOO!!!
CW: Sexual themes
Megumi never prides himself on being professional. Hardly ever listens to instructions unless it benefits him in some way and chooses to do things based on his own conscious. However, even he agrees that it’s unprofessional of him to stare at his classmate. Specifically, your ass.
This man can’t help himself though. He loves the curve of your figure, the ratio of your ass to your waist, the wide swing of your hips, and the thick juiciness of your cheeks in too tight leggings, all coming down to press against perfectly shaped thighs as you walk.
He also thought himself as to not being like those two idiots, never spending a prolonged time on the physical appearance of others but damn if Itadori wasn’t right about a nice ass.
Megumi didn’t think this way about you at first, not until he got to know you. Now, he can’t fight it whenever you’re walking ahead of him and his eyes wander down to scope out the faint panty line hidden behind your clothes, digging and hugging into your cheeks.
He’ll wonder how it feels to touch you, to squeeze and sink his fingers into your rounded buttocks. Maybe even spank you. He never wondered if he liked spanking, never thought about it, but now the action seems very tempting whenever you bend over near him.
Megumi will never say as much about how he stares, curses under his breath whenever someone tries to talk to him when he’s more busy watching you, afraid that they’ll notice that his eyes are busy less than somewhere appropriate.
He’ll also never say much about how his pants tighten whenever you back into him and how he fights to hold his hands at your hips whenever you – rarely – talk him into being your designated and going to the club to dance and you sway and grind against him.
When he’s finally allowed to touch it, touch you, he’s all hands on desk. Sliding his hands into your back pockets or putting his hand up your skirt, rubbing and pinching at your ass casually before pulling you down on top of him, settles large calloused hands on your rear, and begins to palm circles into it.
There’s so much teasing from you at first and so much denial and huffing from him whenever you’re in public and he’s too embarrassed to do anything more than look.
In the comfort of more familiar areas or when he’s sure no one is paying too close attention, he goes out of his way to move you to the side whenever he needs to get by; his hands at your hips, thumbs pressing at the side of your ass, pretending to casually shuffle you over just enough for him to squeeze himself between you and the door frame when a simple “excuse me” would have sufficed. But that wouldn’t be as fun, and he certainly likes the excuse to touch you.
Being the big spoon is almost a must for him when he wants to feel your figure pressing back against his, always adjusting and pushing on you before holding you close enough to feel your ass against his crotch. It’s warm to him, intimate, and a bit of a turn on. The position always leads to the feeling of his hard arousal pressing against you in the morning.
He absolutely loves to doggy-style you when he feels like being rougher and in control. He watches the bonce of your ass back against his lap, the jiggle with each of thrust of his hips before he tightly presses a hand to your lower back.
And he discovers, he does very much like spanking.
#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#fushiguro x reader#megumi smut#jjk x reader#adelssmut#notsfw
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I beg of you, your the only person who wrote such a good zayne story 😍 it makes everything tingle, can we get a story of us sucking him off PLEASEEEEEE
⋆｡°✩ PWP Smut, Banter, Oral (M-receiving), no pronouns. Please let me know if I missed something, and I'll fix it.
Your nerves are on fire, each one a tiny beacon for arousal to run its rickety, lurching course through you. Overwhelmed, you bring your hands up and brace them against the headboard of the bed, clasping them into tight fists to calm the adrenaline rolling like waves through your veins.
It’s been too long since you felt this way, burdened with trembling limbs and stomach-knotting excitement, something that could only be accomplished when you have a certain surgeon between your gripping thighs. It’s been too long since you’ve seen Zayne, let alone have his hard, defined abs taut where you cradle his stomach.
He props his shoulders on dark blue satin pillows, his head in the perfect position for you to look at him. The unyielding gaze he holds does nothing to calm your heaving chest or aching nether regions as you take your time soaking and drinking him in.
Zayne has already changed so much since you last were with him. Your eyes are anchored to the widening of an already broad physique and the stretch and bulge of his biceps when he runs his hands down your back and over your ass to grip at the meat of your thighs. The golden glow of the nightstand lamp setting off against dark hazel eyes and battle-worn skin tempts you to squeeze his slowly fluctuating chest.
Before you can seal the deal on your spiraling dirty thoughts, Zayne catches your intentions, as if the position you were in didn’t already make it obvious. It’s a game that both amuses and frustrates you at the same time.
“It seems someone worked themselves up rather quickly.”
Lifting your sight from his chest, you meet a playfully mocking glint hidden behind a firm gaze. To keep your annoyance, or impatience rather, from showing, you set your attention on the intricate designs of the headboard.
“Just admiring the finish on the wood,” you excuse. “Lacquer?”
Zayne lifts a hand and pinches at your chin to force you to concentrate on him causing you to take your first shuttering breath that night. With piercing eyes, he searches for something in your face, so hauntingly that it makes you throb, and you silently hope he doesn’t feel your legs clamp harder at his waist or how much you're beginning to leak.
He doesn’t need it. As always, Zayne finds what he wants. His voice is inquisitive but the look in his eyes is teasing when he finally asks, “Are you sure that’s what it is? Your pupils are dilated, and I don’t think you’re one to really care about woodwork to that degree.”
You huff at his observation, always the smart-mouthed one. Could he blame you for being hot and bothered when you have an undeniably attractive man under you, especially when you haven't been able to touch him in weeks? It’s so hard with your schedules. Even now, it’s thanks to an unexpected sick day that your schedules managed to align. So, yeah, maybe you were more worked up than usual, but Zayne was a lot of things, stern, serious, reservedly kind, and very much aware of his commanding good looks and the effect it has on you.
Luckily, you’re not the only one who is having trouble maintaining a calm visage. His face holds a barely recognizable flush, his chest strains with too-deep breaths, and his large, scarred hands squeeze the back of your legs to an almost painful point before he swipes your tender skin with manicured thumbs.
It doesn’t take a genius to see that the tepid atmosphere is growing too tense for both of you. Who admits to it first is anyone’s guess, but it’s not likely to be Zayne without some encouragement.
So, you prance your fingertips across his angular jaw before drawing a seductive line from the point of his chin through the center of his pectorals, a line you plan to use to start your reacquaintance with his body very soon. The sticky heat radiates from him and seeps into you, knotting the aching twists in your lower stomach even tighter.
“You’re one to talk,” you remark, displaying your own mischievous thoughts. Your hand finds a place to roost over his left side and sprawls open over his heartbeat, reading the steadily rising pace. “I can hear you breathing from here, and your skin is so hot and sweaty.”
For someone whom others wrongfully describe as cold, something about him is smoldering when he rakes his eyes over your body. It’s hungry, and you’re so ready to devour and be devoured, as he forces himself to meet your face again.
“It’s the fever.”
Holding in your laughter, you smack your lips at him. “Didn’t you say you were feeling better today? You didn’t lie to me, did you, Zayne?”
The man doesn’t respond, usually a sign that he was thinking but the only thing on his mind was your hand running orbits around his nipple, outlining the smooth round expanse circling it. You grope lightly at his chest, marveling how full it makes your hand, before cascading that touch lower and lower.
The girth of his cock twitches against your ass, and you think you almost got him as he begins to ripple under your exploration; alas, he manages to keep in his sighs until you start to comb through the delicate valley of shallow black hair that curls from his lower stomach and disappears under his sweatpants.
“I knew you would blow it out of proportion otherwise,” he plays off, releasing another low groan. “It didn’t seem to stop you from marching right over, however.”
“Oh?”
Pitifully pouting, you roll onto your side next to him, press your chest into his arm, and lean in to kiss under his ear.
“You don’t like me taking care of you?” you whine with a pathetic infliction and a whimper, all the while adding pressure as you begin to massage his groin over his briefs, close enough he can feel the sensitive flesh right above the base of his cock imprinting with your touch but not quite where he wants it or how he wants it. “That’s so mean.”
Playfully, you blow against his ear, and there’s the smallest shudder that makes your heart pound hard. There’s nothing like seeing him slowly give in, trying to act in control when his cock readily jumps and stiffens as if to reach your hand. The reaction encourages you to shuffle your hand under his briefs in a few ticklish swipes only to be met with disappointment when his voice catches, hiding a guttural sound you could only curse him for not letting you hear when you wrap your fingers around his cock.
It frustrates you how he won’t even give you an inch of nonresistance, but his cock pulses at your touch, and you smile to yourself at how he couldn’t hide the eager hard-on that you were quickly encouraging with only a few twists and pets.
“When you forced me to let you take care of me,” he begins, pausing only to hiss softly when your fist tightens, which causes the warm slick of precum to seep into his pants and a brief fluttering of his eyes before he recollects himself. “I assumed that meant you’d make a wreck of my kitchen like last time.”
Slowly, you slide your calf over the top of his knee.
“My soup made you better though.”
Zayne groans as you pull him free from his clothing, holding onto his cock as it springs from too-tight confines. Your thumb follows the thick pulsing vein running up the side of his cock before tracing his dripping slit. His head slides back against the pillow, tilting back as he quietly gulps, and his thick throat stretches with the swallow.
“At the cost of my best pot.”
“A win's a win,” you mumble against the crux of his neck, which turns into a sigh when his arm makes space to slide under you, wrap around your upper hip, and squeeze at your ass.
“Now, I see you only had one thing in mind when you came over, after all.”
“That’s not it,” you mewl, squirming when he pinches your cheek harder.
“Are you saying you didn’t come over to take advantage when you have me like this?” he asks.
“You make it sound so calculated!” You shake your head. “I just know this will fix you up in no time. Besides, I missed you.”
There’s a short and irritatingly self-satisfied chuckle from him that makes your chest vibrate with the makings of a moan as his deepening voice rumbles in your ears. “I’m in your capable hands then,” he finally relents, not that you expected any other outcome, and you make your move to flip on top of him again.
There’s a snap somewhere finally releasing any inhibitions when your lips meet. It’s passionate, filled with every desire that’s been burning in him since he’s seen you. Zayne can be gentle, but he can also be bruising. Sometimes he’s a mix of both like when his tongue glides on top of yours and his teeth graze against your bottom lip during the short moments you break for air before capturing each other’s taste again.
You moan into his mouth when he cups the back of your neck and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss to the point you're becoming dizzy. It takes some strength to break free from the passion of it all, but you want more of him, and you’re not willing to wait anymore. So, you pull away and allow your mouth to collide against his collar before he has time to capture you again. Zayne’s eyes glower, half-lidded as he watches every pucker of your lips and every kiss and bite on his body.
Zayne slides a palm up the small of your back, the other going to rub the crux of your thigh, dipping inward to stroke at the yielding flesh right at your center. You moan against him, doing your best not to start dry humping him like you’re in heat whenever his cock pulse against your lower belly, but the scent wafting from him was becoming too much. So, you quickly begin to make your way to the promised land, trailing kisses along the way.
“I missed you,” you puff out softly before wading your tongue across his nipple then under his chest and to his stomach. Releasing his cock, you slide your hands down his sides, making sure to keep them aligned with the movement of your kisses. “You don’t know how much.”
Zayne brushes his fingers along your hand, following down your arm before gently cupping the side of your face, his thumb gliding over your cheek in a tender return of your sentiment as his once proud demeanor in his eyes softens with the smallest of glances from you.
“Is it more than I’ve missed you?” he whispers, and when you nod, he smiles. “I don’t think that’s possible.” Seeing you like this, so beautiful, all his, is a luxury. “I never tire of seeing you.”
Feeling a rush of shyness overtake you, you muffle the small sigh of his name against his stomach. Butterflies filling your stomach, you slide further down and kneel, your knees digging into the end of the bed as you sit back on them, your ass in the air as you hover your face over his lap. He’s so big that you’re never entirely sure where to start. You could go for where he’s most sensitive or—
“You can always use your hands instead if you don't think you can fit it all in your mouth,” he instructs half-jokingly, causing you to grow flustered at your overthinking.
“This isn’t the first time, I know how—” You clamp your mouth shut when you remember the first time you tried, something you’re sure he wouldn’t let you forget. “Don’t,” you order before sliding your tongue over his tip to clean away the pre-cum.
Your tongue laps along his glans as you slowly take his head into your mouth. It’s only when you finally get to work, sliding your mouth halfway down then back up that he finally stops his teasing and lets you have your way with him.
There’s an audible sound of relaxation when you squeeze his base with your palm and purse your lips around him. There’s a certain pride that comes with knowing you’re the only one who can see him like this, with his shoulders lax, eyes closing in bliss, and jaw slightly slacked as he groans. It’s not an easy sight to imagine on someone as stern as Zayne but the look of arousal was also something that seemed like it was made for him, which only causes your legs to squirm with need when it evolves into a low grumble from his chest.
You push it a little further to turn it into a growl by relaxing your throat and allowing it to press against the back, pulling back up and slurping the sheen of saliva clean from him before lapping your tongue over the tip. When you repeat the process, his hips twitch and buck, causing you to whimper when you feel more liquid scalding down your throat.
With a quick reposition to sit up more and force you closer, he presses both hands to cup at your cheeks, lifting your head partway up as he lightly strokes your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. Briefly, you look at him, heart fluttering a bit at the flush dusting the bridge of his nose and the wetness of his parted lips.
“You’re so good,” he breathes out, a chilly flow emanating from him, “so good for me.”
Blinking away the water in your eyes, you moan around him, the vibrations rolling down his heated flesh as you suck your cheeks around him as he holds your face. One hand goes to the back of your head, and you bob once again with the encouragement of his hand pressing down on your head.
“Fuck,” he hisses out when you pop him out your mouth and brush your lips down the side of his shaft. You pepper it in kitten kisses before nipping lightly. You squeeze around his tip, making it your mission to keep your thumb grinding his slit and blushing head while you cup and suck his balls.
When you feel them strain and tense, not once but twice in your mouth you have enough warning to know he’s about to cum. It’s with one last stroke of his shaft and one last quick suck around his head that he paints your mouth white, the excess seeping from your mouth and flooding over his length.
You take your time cleaning your mess, like you promised. It’s with slow, deliberate movements as you allow him to ride out his much too quickly fading high, the last throbbing spilling the last drops of his finish on your lips. You release him with a pop and a sigh.
“How messy,” he quietly remarks, causing you to tense as his thumb ghosts over your lips. “You missed a spot,” he explains and slides the finger into your mouth for you to readily close around. He wipes it clean against your tongue before sealing your mouth with a kiss. He slides his finger free from your kiss, and you can feel the lingering wetness of your saliva against your face when he holds you in place to kiss you more passionately.
His strength starts to become too much when he grips your shoulders, pushes you towards the bed, and pins you on your back.
Breaking the kiss and pushing against his arms, you puff out, “Wait, I’m supposed to be in charge today.”
“Sorry to change your plans, but I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” he explains with a growing smile that makes shivers climb up your spine from the sheer hunger in it. “Allow me to show you how much I missed you as well.”
#zayne x reader#love and deepspace x reader#zayne smut#lads x reader#lnd x reader#zayne love and deepspace#adelssmut#notsfw#sorry for the wait hon#i kept getting posting anxiety
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hey! Was just wondering, could you do a part 2 for puppy! Yuji x reader, where Yuji successfully breeds reader, (don’t ask how it’s possible lol) and reader doesn’t know she’s pregnant, so Yuji tries to tell her she is by rubbing her belly, or laying on it and always holding it. Also some smut if you still do that kinda stuff! I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it! But I would really appreciate it! Live your work btw! <3
Based off I Love Yu
Kind of a what-if since originally there was an implication that he couldn't breed Reader, but let's do it! <3 Thank you to Avy for beta-ing for me again.
AN: It's been a while since I wrote non-solo smut I think. I love Itadori he's already really sweet and cute like a pup! I tried to fit some smut in there so I hope this is something like you were thinking.
CW: NSFW, Smut, Oral (F!Receiving), Interspecies (Puppy Hybrid), pregnancy✨
Filter tags Notsfw, Adelssmut, tw: hybrids, tw: pregnancy
You didn’t understand what was wrong with you.
You’ve been feeling so rundown. No matter how much you sleep, the fatigue doesn’t break. It didn’t help that you could barely keep anything down either, surviving off nothing but toast over the last three days.
The only bright spot in your day recently is your precious puppy boy. Yuji is so sweet to you nowadays, well, he’s always sweet but even more so as of late. He constantly stares at you with big brown eyes and holds his arms around your waist while resting his head against your belly. The warmth of his full weight on you did wonders for the random waves of cramps that hit you after a long day on your feet.
This time when you get home from work, immediately collapsing on your bed with nothing but a towel on after a long shower, he’s there. His fingers tiptoe along your shoulder, a curious set of pokes against your steaming skin.
In a small burst of energy, you plant your hand between two furry ears and briefly pet his head before passing back out into the sheets, sparing no care that you were making them damp. The coolness of them felt too good right now.
Yuji presses a hand to the back of your head, mimicking your actions as he lays on his side to try to catch a glimpse of your face.
“Mad?” he asks.
“I’m not mad, sweetheart.” You work the energy to turn your head to face him. It isn’t the first time you collapsed into the bed in the same fashion. Usually, it meant you were burnt out at work by an assignment or a stupid co-worker. “I just don’t feel good today.”
Big eyes going soft in an apology, he frowns at you before having the excellent idea to squeeze the back of your ankles and shuffle you around. You never understand exactly where he finds this strength, even with all the muscles, but you don’t fight it as he wiggles you around to flip you onto your back.
His hands slide up the side of your legs, shifting your towel to expose one thigh before wrapping around your torso. He scrambles on top of you. His head pushes to your stomach, and he muffles a soft “love you” against it.
“Love me?” he asks, and it makes you wince. He never really asks that unless he did something that he thought would get him in trouble. He learned to get really good at asking once he figured out that buttering you up was an easy way to slip out of scolding.
This time, it concerns you that he might’ve taken your tiredness as something he did wrong, so you run a hand along his upper back. “Of course, I do.”
His tail wags and his face shines again with that smile you love as he cuddles against your belly again. It’s enough to make you ignore it when another cramp seizes, all save for a small whimper and wince that causes his ears to twitch.
Your puppy moves on his own before you can request him to get off your stomach. Warm, big hands hold down your hips and pull at your towel enough so he can pepper your lower belly with kisses. They progress slowly down the center of your stomach, crossing the border to ghost between your legs.
“Are you trying to make me feel better?” you breathe out. With how his tail increases its pace, swinging back and forth fast enough to create a light swishing sound, and how his smooth wide tongue flattens against your mound, you take it as a yes.
And oh boy does it work to make you forget everything when he sets to work. His nails scratch against your skin, biting into the meat of your thighs as his tongue laps at your clit.
You moan eagerly, gripping at your sheets and lifting your hips to greet his sloppy mouth. He makes out with your cunt, almost like he’s trying to devour it as his tongue slides between your folds and his upper lip brushes your bead.
“Sweetheart, do you still know how to use your fingers?”
Yuuji growls and places a kiss on your thigh, smiling against your skin at the wet stain he marks you with. He brings two fingers at your entrance, glancing back up to watch your crumbling expression as he curls them into you.
“That’s it. G-Good boy,” you praise, and he knows he’s struck the right spot that’ll have your pretty moans vibrating in his sensitive ears.
You smell heavenly when he finally flattens his tongue back out over your clit. He knows you’re his, all his, when your walls flutter and suck his fingers deeper into their spongy hold.
He sucks in a breath through his nose. Your scent makes his cock twitch and the swollen and firm feel of your clit tells him you’re feeling good now, and he’s so happy to return the feeling you give him when you constantly float around with the pheromone of his pups.
Yuuji wraps his arms tighter around you, holding you closer. It makes you force a hand down into his hair, praises of “good boy”, “keep going”, ”almost there, sweetheart” panting wetly from your lips until your legs quiver in his strong hold.
When he pulls away, his face is coated in your release, from his nose down, far beyond where his tongue can reach but he wastes no time sucking your taste from his fingers with a smile as he stares at your spent form.
You may be sweaty and out of breath, but you look much happier now. Yuuji crawls over you, sliding his hips between your legs. His hard length presses against your stomach as he presses kisses to the center of your neck, his soft ginger ears tickling the underside of your chin.
Your heart could almost hold the world when he forces his full weight against you to cuddle you.
“I love you.”
You coo at him, scratching fingers through the back of his hair. “I love you too, Yu Yu.”
When he hears your voice, his cock aches. He whines against your skin, wishing that this time would go faster so he could breed you again already. He guesses it doesn’t matter this time, he knows you’ll still at least feel better after he knots you, even if your body is already occupied.
And the whimper you make when he parts you with his cock proves him right.
When the morning comes, you don’t want to get out of bed. You’d rather spend all day cuddling Yuuji and smothering yourself into the sweet strength of his muscles. Alas, you force yourself to get up and go to the doctor’s appointment you made for yourself otherwise you’d never feel better.
You let Yuuji sleep, sliding out from under him, throwing on the first thing you see in your closet, and heading to the clinic.
You enter the building with the expectation of getting some antibiotics or confirmation of stomach flu at worst. Instead, you’re given a list of vitamins to take, a note with a list of symptoms at the bottom all culminating in a diagnosis that reads: pregnant, and a little baby badge to attach to your bag so people won’t hassle you for using the special seats on the subway.
You’re scowling the entire way back home, stopping briefly at a drug store to pick out a couple of different pregnancy tests. There’s no way those stupid doctors had it right.
When you return home, you slam the door behind you, spooking your puppy as you rush to the bathroom. You take the first test that morning and the second one that afternoon, and they both come back with the same result: positive.
Your heart is racing the entire rest of the evening as you sit on the couch and stare at that dumb stick for what seems like forever, thinking that maybe if you stare at it enough your result will change. The only thing that keeps you from going ballistic is Yuuji sitting underneath you, one leg shuffled between yours and the other on the outside of your right. His chin rests right on your knee as he watches you talk with your friend on the phone.
“Is it someone you met on that app?”
“I haven’t even gone on more than a first date.”
Yuuji starts to get impatient the longer your conversation goes on, and you ignore him. He shuffles up onto the couch and collapses his head against your shoulder, making you grimace and shift, so he doesn’t knock the phone out your hand.
“You don’t think that maybe—"
“No, it was only two, and one was for coffee and the other we didn’t ride together,” you add on, and you never drunk enough to where you think someone could have taken advantage of you. “Yuuji cut it out,” you scold when he starts to whine and pull at your waist. Sensing he wasn’t going to stop any time soon, you decide to hang up. “I’ll call you back.”
You put down the phone, turning to your pup to ask him what was wrong. He snuggles against you, rubbing his head against your shoulder and sliding an arm around your stomach.
He mumbles out your name and starts to weigh you back, just enough so your lower back presses against the arm of the couch and he can scoot down to place his head on your stomach and breathe in deep.
“Love you,” he mumbles and looks as though he could almost fall asleep against you. You almost repeat it before the unsettling realization crashes down on you.
That’s impossible, isn’t it? You’re not even the same species!
“Yuuji,” he snaps his head up, pinning his ears back at the rough sound of your voice, “Did you do this?” you ask him, showing him the pregnancy stick. He doesn’t seem to understand so you put it in words he can. “Breed?” you ask.
He senses that you finally get it and gives you the widest smile you think you’ve ever seen him wear. It’s almost enough to make you laugh. Almost.
“You’re downright proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Happily, he buries his forehead against your stomach. “Good boy?”
You sigh but pet him anyway, seeing that this is very much your fault in the first place. Besides you can’t stay mad at that face. “Very good boy.”
#itadori smut#yuuji x reader#itadori x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#tw: hybrids#tw: pregnancy#female reader#yuuji itadori x reader#adelssmut#notsfw
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SFW and NSFW hcs with Fem Reader and Itadori and eventually Sukuna in a threesome? Like, S/O and Itadori were childhood friends turned middle school sweethearts and love each other deeply. When Sukuna comes along, Itadori is very protective of S/O, not wanting his sweet cinnamon roll girlfriend to be hurt. S/O would care for both, even if a bit scared of Sukuna, and if he pops up anywhere on Itaodri’s body, shoving food or a pacifier or even drawing silly things where the curse is should do.
SFW
Itadori is the cutest boyfriend ever. He’s always excited to see you and to spend time with you. He has no issue holding your hand in public and giving you kisses. He gets a little embarrassed when someone mentions how overly affectionate he can be but it’s usually good fun!
Being childhood friends makes Itadori that much more protective over you. Because you’re childhood friends, it takes him a while to associate his feelings of friendship with you into being in love with you because your family would always make sure to check in on him and his grandfather and watch out for him as well growing up, which confused his feelings about you for a bit. However, once he realizes it, it makes you that much closer.
He’s nervous about confessing to you because he doesn’t want to risk your friendship but you’re already so in love with him that neither of you consider dating other people anyway.
When he finally acquires Sukuna, the curse doesn’t think much of you other than a way to torture Itadori when he’s bored, and Itadori is doing his best to hide Sukuna from you because he doesn’t want to scare you or have the curse revealing his inner most thoughts to you.
It doesn’t last long because naturally you become curious about his new face “tattoos” and when you go to poke his cheek, you’re surprised to find an eye cracking open and staring at you and a mouth hissing at you that it’s his eye before spilling out the entire fact Itadori has a demon inside him to scare you and that he’d kill you if you tried something like that again.
Itadori is worried about having you around even more now, but you’re not really scared of Sukuna since Itadori is the strongest person you’ve known since you were a kid, and you believe in him that he can control Sukuna.
You’re always making lighthearted of Sukuna’s interruptions, laughing off how he must feel left out of the conversation whenever he pops in on Itadori’s face. You did this mostly to make Itadori feel better about the situation whenever Sukuna would try to scare you. Eventually, you started to simply like teasing the fellow.
Itadori becomes even more mortified when Sukuna starts to switch targets and explain in gross details all the things Itadori wanted to do to you, and what he would actually do to you the minute he takes over Itadori. He really wants to wipe that grin off your face. You’re not too concerned, throwing back your own “ganbare, ganbare” about it before doodling a mustache above his mouth.
Itadori isn’t sure whether to be concerned or thankful that Sukuna hasn’t managed to drive you off yet. He’d like to thank it is the latter.
NSFW
Despite how sweet he can be, Itadori can also be a bit of a perv, which is nothing shocking or unnatural. However, you didn’t fully realize how much he thought about you in that manner until Sukuna voiced it. He thinks about biting you like this and bending you over like that. Instead of being put off, you were turned on and happy to take the next step with your boyfriend.
Itadori blushes when you ask, “if we have sex, does that make Sukuna an unwilling participant to our threesome?” He says not to call it that, but you can see him blush when you straddle above his waist.
Itadori tries to keep Sukuna under control in order to protect you, but it doesn’t always work especially when he’s distracted by your lips around his cock. He’s always apologizing to his sweet baby because sometimes his concentration breaks because Sukuna is trying to switch, and he can’t focus on all the cute little licks you’re giving him right now.
When Itadori fingers you, Sukuna is eating you out, forcing his tongue against your clit causing you to mewl and squirm. Itadori is angrily grumbling against your mouth at the fact Sukuna keeps getting in the way but you’re moaning louder in his mouth. Just this once he’s too horny to question it right now or to keep arguing.
Itadori gets competitive with the voice inside his mind whenever Sukuna complains about how he isn’t doing it right or not treating you as he should. It’s a bit boring isn’t it, where’s the throwing around, the choking; let him show you a good time. It gets Itadori a bit riled up and makes him go harder.
When he takes over, Sukuna is quick to take what he wants from you, degrading you about how much you seem to like it. In your head, you think, ‘Well, why not? It’s your boyfriend’s body, and you like Itadori and Sukuna so it’s not really a big deal…and it felt good to feel something so different.’
It eventually becomes a hot topic for Sukuna to bother Itadori with how much you like him better, and how loud he got you to scream and the way you begged and quivered when you came undone.
It eventually ends up with Sukuna convincing Itadori to let him out every so often (he’s not going to hurt you even if you can be an annoying little whore at times and the brat can seal him back whenever he wants right, so what’s the harm?) and you end being able to have what almost seems like two different sides of the same person.
#sukuna x reader#yuji itadori x reader#itadori x reader#yuuji x reader#itadori smut#sukuna smut#notsfw#adelssmut
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In the Hybrid AU, would Gojo be a rabbit or another cat hybrid? Because you’ve got Rabbit Gojo who’s using his cute looks to his advantage but also secretly horny all the time and wants to breed little cute bunnies inside you. Then you’ve got Catoru, who’s the pamper type who loves making mischief and knocking things off the table just for funnsies.
Yes, Avy and I talked about this a few weeks back, and came to a consensus that he’d definitely be a bunny! (pampered Catoru gives me fuzzy feelings too. Because he’s pretty like one of those persian cats with blue eyes.) I do think it’s funny that baby rabbits are called kits/kittens, too.
+breeding, dubious consent, hybrids, fem!reader
Gojo’s a smart and silly little bun bun, who definitely uses his cuteness to get what he wants! He may have an adorable twitchy nose, whiskers, and fuzzy ears. His bouncing around during JJK 0 is his version of zoomies, which is what tricked you into taking him home.
Yet, he causes nothing but trouble. Digging through stuff around the house, constantly eating your snacks, bothering your curtains and sheets, and taunting the neighbors’ dogs. You thought you were getting a sweet, innocent bunny, not Bugs Bunny.
If he can’t work his way out of something on his own, he’s confident his luck will get him out of any trouble he causes. Always laughing away the problem because he has “lucky rabbit’s feet”.
He loves it when you scratch the top of his head and groom him. He’s super-fast and can fight well, so you don’t have to worry about him getting into fights with other hybrids. In fact, wolf-dog hybrid Suguru is his best friend.
He really likes sweets and fruits too. Gojo would inhale them if you let him, reminding you of the folklore of rabbits making rice cakes on the moon. With Gojo’s sweet tooth, you can see why it became a legend.
He’s bonded himself to you, so he loves to cuddle up with you for daily naps and tries to groom you. However, he’s really bad about keeping you up during the late hours and early morning when he’s the most awake before sleeping throughout the day like an innocent lil’ fuzzy.
Gojo scent marks you, constantly dragging his chin over your head and against your belongings to let others know you’re a part of his territory. He gets pouty, grumpy, and clingy when you’re around other rabbit hybrids. He also has really bad personal space issues, circling around you and yapping away to get your attention (because he considers you his mate!).
He wants to breed his cute little bunnies in you. He wonders, “How many kits can humans have at one time?” Two? Three? Six? Sometimes those shows on TV have 9! He thinks 6 is a good overall goal number. To start, anyway.
He's going to think about it all day, every day. There's a reason the saying "breed like rabbits exists". He gets so hard thinking about you. You don't even have to do anything. The idea of breeding you with his babies, a daydream of little yous with the same bunny ears as him is enough to make him want to mount you.
You think playing with his fluffy tail, watching it flick back and forth, and rubbing his fuzzy white ears is a cute way to tease him but all you’re doing is working up an already horny mind that was ready to mount you as soon as you rolled out of that bed in the morning.
If you pet him one more time, he’s going to grab you, pull you into his lap, and use his thick legs to part yours. You barely touched your bunny, but he’s already hard and pulling out his dripping cock to breed you. It’s your fault for starting it, doe! And if you try to wiggle away, he thinks you’re just playing a game with him. Weren’t you just grooming him?
Gojo will treat you so well most of the time though. He knows how to use his tongue to groom you, especially down there, and he is aware he has you when you start to make pretty little moans for him. He’ll have you soaking wet and choking up before he thinks about breeding you with his cute little fluffballs. You’re not even going to think about it when he presses his weight against your back, bites hard on your shoulder, and start to thrust like he's possessed.
He’ll keep going into you’re overstimulated and begging for rest, but he keeps his arms wrapped around you to stop all your squirming, begging not just yet, one more time, doe. It’s always one more time with him during his rut. One more orgasm, one more thrust, one more kit--please, please, please, doe--he knows you can.
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru x reader#jjk smut#notsfw#adelssmut#tw: hybrids#tw: hybrid au
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Pairing: Megumi x F!Reader
Content: mild sexual mentions, fluff, loving Megumi hours.
Summary: Megumi has it bad for you. That's it. That's the prompt.
Megumi often dreamed of this moment.
Your fingers linger on his stomach, right under his belly button. Whether you’re afraid to let that touch grace the skin hidden further up his shirt or you’re savoring the moment, he doesn’t know; both scenarios leave his brain feeling pleasantly yet frustratingly fuzzy all the same.
He’s never known the pleasure of someone’s touch in such an intimate place, not unless they were sealing his wounds. Your touch is softer than he’s imagined, warm and familiar but new and frightening.
Megumi told himself that if there was ever a day he was alone with you like this then he’d be ready. He wouldn’t be too quiet, too heavy in his thoughts, or too rough around the edges. Someone like you deserves smooth and rounded, a person who knows what they want. He can be those things for you in time and wants to be that for you now more than ever.
However, he was never good at the mental aspects of things so it’s as awkward and quiet as always but also loud because he swears he can hear his blood swishing in his ears. Nobara would probably laugh at him if she was here, say he’d never get a girlfriend if he didn’t learn to lighten up and stop overthinking; Gojo would definitely agree, tell him this is one of those times he should take what he wants with both hands; Itadori, well, at least Itadori would be on his side.
“Megumi?”
You lean into him, mouth inches from his, and all he can focus on is your lips and the painful way they tug. He wants to apologize for bringing that frown to your face when all he wants to do is make you smile. You have such a gorgeous smile.
“Something’s bothering you.” Your hand leaves his waist, trails past his ribcage, and finds a home above his heart. “Do you not want to do this?”
Megumi does. He wants to do this with you so bad that his chest is burning. He pads his thumbs against your hips to keep you from feeling how hard he is when all you’ve done is sit in his lap. He wants to be inside you, to hear your breathless voice whispering his name; he wants to show how desperately he loves you; he wants you to know that he loves you so much, much more than you could ever love him back.
But how could he when every time he embraces someone making a space for him in their heart it goes wrong? An injury, a death. What gives him the right to curse you too?
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he manages, somehow.
“You won’t.” Your voice goes soft as you teeter on the edge of shy honesty and embarrassment, “I, uh, I’ve done a few things before so it’s okay if you’re a little rough.”
“That’s not what I mean, I…” He closes his eyes tight as if it would wake him up from a terrible dream. “I’m not good at relationships.”
Megumi is so painfully inexperienced. He knows well enough that he looks mean at first glance, like he sets oil-sulked gulls on fire, and it’s true that he can be cruel, and selfish, and his moral compass is about as good as a ship without a rudder at times. There’s no doubt that he’ll make you cry more than once but he’d be willing to make up for it again and again until you’re sick of him and the shadows that blanket him. When that day happens, he isn’t sure how he’ll pick up the scattered pieces of his heart but your fingers rowing through the tangled mess of his hair and your lower body closing the gap he once made between you is enough to make him not care.
Your eyes are gossamer, bright, and delicate as they take him in. “I told you I don’t mind if it’s a little rough.”
To prove your answer true, you slot your lips against his. His fingers dig tighter into your hips, clothes crumpling in his fumbled grasp. He slumps then melts against you, and the happy sigh leaving you fully sears your name in his mind and your fingers settling on his collar bones brand your touch into his skin.
You don’t realize it as your tongue slides into his mouth and his hands disappear under your dress, skimming the back of your legs, but this moment would ruin him for anyone else.
When the two of you separate, he can see nothing in the room but you.
Megumi doesn’t care about the looks of others. He cares more about what lies underneath, and underneath you is compassion, kindness, and himself, but in this position, with your body flush against his, his hands cupping your backside, he might have to call Todou, tell him that he lied, that he did have a preference after all.
“You’re so perfect.”
Megumi will have to apologize to Itadori as well for grumbling at him to stop saying such corny things about his own girlfriend when they’re together.
“And you’re so pretty,” you say in hushed whispers, and when you connect again, it’s with your face nuzzled to his neck, layering kisses down the curve and over his shoulder.
It’s so warm; his head won’t stop spinning; the weight of your body on his is overwhelming in the best way, and he blurts out unceremoniously, “I like you.”
When you pause to look at him, he finds himself repeating it.
“I like you,” he announces, even then the words aren’t quite right. He more than likes you, so he repeats it again as if you aren’t already aware that he has it bad for you (as if Gojo hasn’t made it so clearly obvious time and time again). “I really like you.”
You giggle at him, and he groans.
It’s so embarrassing that he’s almost blushing, but the sound is still so silky sweet, and he’s the one that made you do it. So, he doesn’t regret it as you lovingly return, “I like you too.”
#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi x reader#jjk x reader#megumi smut#fushiguro x reader#notsfw#adelssmut
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hiii!! how are you? god, it's my first time requesting and I'm super awkward but I've been kinda having this dark mc brain rot! what would the love and Deepspace boys do with a secret gambler mc who's just like yumeko jabami? that'd be so interesting! feel free to ignore this ask if that makes you uncomfortable and have a nice day!
🎲 LND Scenarios with Dark Gambler!MC
🎲 Synopsis: Love and Deepspace men dealing with their dark gambler partner's eccentrics.
🎲 Pairing: LND x GN!Reader
🎲 Content Warning: sexual undertones, mild humor, no pronouns/looks mentioned (Jabami is for the aesthetic), Zayne is the only one vibing, there's no mercy in kitty cards!
🎲 A/N: Thanks for letting me take a crack at your request. I never watched Kakeguri but I think I got the vibe! I did tone the behavior down a little to fit LND more but I think you'll be satisfied. Zayne's part turned into my favorite even though I had the hardest time thinking of a scene for him!
“Let me have a turn.”
Xavier shudders at the dark aura he senses behind him despite the sweet smile plastered on your face. It’s almost like seeing a demon reflecting in the glass of the claw machine but in the form of an angel. He knew it was a bad idea to come to the arcade. He was no good at the machine no matter how much he tried and the nearly empty bowl where his tokens once laid was the proof.
“It’s alright. I didn’t think I could get it anyway. I’m not really good at this game.”
You frown at him. “It’s not you, love. These games are designed to cheat people out their money. It's disgusting really.”
Xavier gulps at that word. Cheat. If there was one thing you hated in this world, it was unfairness. The crooked smile forming on your face forces him to return eye contact with the special edition bunny plush he’s failed to get time and time again. Somehow, he sees fear in its eyes.
“I’ll get it for you.” Your hand reaches into the coin bowl; each clink makes his throat tighten as you finally pull out one of the coins between your fingers. “That bunny will be coming home with us.”
Xavier knows there’s little he can do when you sound that determined. Luckily, you won the bunny in two attempts.
“Ta-da! A fluffy bunny for my fluffy bunny.”
A sense of relief washes over him when the round rabbit hits his hands. Maybe he was being overly paranoid. However, his relief is quickly buffed out by anxiety when he sees you place another coin in the machine. It’s only a few seconds before the chimes of the machine go off again. Then, you pass him another toy, a carrot this time.
“Every bunny needs a snack!” you coo, but your tone carries that familiar edge that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand. “Now, whom shall we capture next?”
To Xavier, it sounds less like a question and more like a decree of war. “I think these two are more than enough for today."
“Xavier, this game stole forty dollars from you. I’m not going to let it get away with that,” you declare, proving it was just as he feared as your voice lowers. “Now, which one do you want, dear? Oh, I know, I'll just win them all for you! How does that sound?" you ask, but Xavier is eerily aware that it won’t matter what he says when you’re like this.
“Here we go!” you mewl as the claw begins to whir up.
Ignoring the shiver that climbs up his spine when your voice drips with the venom of ecstasy, there’s little Xavier can do but take another step back, buy another bowl of coins, and hold them for you as the role of a supportive boyfriend.
It’s an hour later when he finds himself surrounded by plushies, much more than he can hold, and the fear that you’re going to get kicked out the arcade any second.
“Cleaned out again!” you announce with a shrill breathy gasp, the giggle you give reminding him of the maniacal laughter Lemonette chortles out whenever the wanderer sprays lemon juice in his eyes. “Tell the employees we need another refill.”
“We don't have enough hands to carry all the ones you already won.”
“What?” Your focus finally breaks from the game and to the many toys scattered on the floor around him, overtaking his feet, then to the worried look on his face. “I went overboard again, didn’t I?”
Xavier sighs. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“How do you suggest I do that?” he asks with a shake of his head. “You’re impossible to stop.”
You flutter your eyelashes at him innocently. “I did get you your bunny though!”
“At the cost of the poor arcade owner’s precious sanity,” he reminds you but the smile on his face is less than scolding when he sees the guilty sulk you have and the lax of your shoulders. “Let’s find a donation center to drop these little guys off. We’ll count it as our good deed for the month.”
“Good idea! How about we surprise all the kids at the hospital?” you agree. Xavier chuckles. There’s the angel again.
“Pretty please, Rafayel!”
The painter rolls his eyes, scooting further away from you to find a different spot on the floor to sit as you crawl after him. Rafayel turns his head away and strokes his paintbrush down the center of his canvas.
“No. Now, go away. Shoo. Shoo, go paw at someone else,” he says, waving the wet paintbrush at you.
“But no one else will play with me,” you whine.
“I wonder why?”
You are terrifying when you play kitty cards. Unfortunately, he was once the only one foolish enough to play with you because he wasn’t aware of how you got when you gambled even when the winnings were only a few pieces of chocolate. He knows better now. Despite your cute precious face, you were evil incarnate when it came to games.
“Surely, you pity me my dear sweet, gorgeous boyfriend. Did I forget to mention talented?” You give him the puppy eyes to try to wear down his resolve; your hand glides over his bangs, lovingly pushing them from his face. As much as he loves trying to make you happy, this is one of the few things in the world that he refuses to listen to you about.
“As true as all of that may be, I prefer living thanks,” he says before switching brushes to another color. A splash of blue would be excellent.
“Is this about last time?” you ask him. “It was an accident.”
“You nearly broke my hand!”
“You were trying to swap the kitties!” you yell back. Rafayel was a no-good cheater when it came to playing games and not the least bit sorry about it. It’s not your fault that you grabbed his hand by reflex nor that he was so dramatic about it.
“So, the sentence is hand breaking? That's cruel and unusual punishment!” he says with a gasp.
"Is it wrong to take away your tool for cheating?"
“Have you forgotten what I do for a living? You might as well lay me out in the sun to dry.”
Sighing, you decide to agree with him. You suppose you could be a little competitive when it came to games. Besides, they say it’s easier to catch more flies with honey. “Look, I’m sorry, baby,” you apologize and smooth out a hand over his thigh. “How about I give you a super special prize if you win.”
Rafayel barely looks at you from the corner of his eyes that slowly drop to where your hand rests on his leg. You’re on your hands and knees next to him, perched up like a cat begging to be petted.
“I’m listening,” he says, continuing to mix his paints. Purring, you lean in and whisper in his ear the prizes you’re willing to trade for him to play one little round with you.
His heart races with each word. It’s suddenly becoming harder to keep the stroke of the brush straight when your hand starts to trail further and further up his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way—” and he almost gives in until he sees the corner of your lips curling up into a smirk. “Wait. No. I refuse.”
“Not even if—” and you whisper in his ear again. He swears the brush handle will splinter if he grips it any tighter. His face is glowing a light red by the time you pull away. He might be Lumerian but he’s still a man; it’s difficult to bury the memories of pleasure under the memories of his fingers squeezing in your hard grip the last time you caught him cheating. He manages, somehow.
“How easy do you think I am? I’m not open for business whenever you want, darling.” He manages to spat out, not exactly the best rejection but it’ll suffice.
You puff up your cheeks at him. “You’re the meanest boyfriend ever!”
“And you’re evil when a card gets in your hand,” he argues back. The last thing he sees is the red of your shirt as you pounce on him and blue paint spilling across the floor.
“You’re so nice, Zayne. You’re the only one who's brave enough to play against me.”
Zayne glances up from the stack of cards in his hands to catch your tongue glancing over your lips to wet them as you stare him down with dilated eyes. He expected you to get worked up but not quite this early into the game.
“I had the free time today.”
The real reason he schedules these regular games with you is to keep your strange habit under control, like providing a little bit of a drug to an addict; or in simpler terms, walking an overly energetic Husky so it won’t tear up the furniture. It beats the many times you ring him up at two in the morning, needing him to come rescue you out of a tough situation. He knows you’ll never learn your lesson with him always swooping in when needed, but he can’t stand the possibility of you getting hurt should he not come to your rescue every time you over bet your hand and need him to win back your money for you. The doctor never really expected to be a poker or kitty card expert at this age but alas.
“I’m guessing there’s at least one Kitty Plot in your hand, am I right?” you ask him; and he doesn’t understand how you sound more excited each time he obtains another assist card.
“And if I told you there was?”
The giggle you let out sounds much too vulgar for a simple game of kitty cards, but he’s used to this eccentricity of yours at this point. “Then that means I get to beat you even when you’re at your best!”
You slap down a Freeze card and Skip card. There’s not much he can do other than draw his assist card and ride out your next turn. In the next phase, you throw out another assist card, one that will allow you to restock your empty number stockpile and seal your victory.
“Any last words?” you ask him. He can see that you’re starting to twitch with the excitement that comes from besting him. It’s the most dramatic thing he’s seen, but he’d be a liar to say it wasn’t…satisfying…to watch your face fill with shock as he blocks your finishing move with a Meow This. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all, he muses.
“You held on to that all this time?” you ask him, recalling the many chances he could’ve blocked your earlier plays. You were aware he was luring you into a trap by playing the slow game, but you thought you could get around it this time. With a dreamy sigh, you cup your cheek in your hand. “I should’ve known. Just careless.”
“Any last words?” he asks, mocking your earlier victory line.
“None I’m afraid. I’m completely at your mercy; helpless in the face of your onslaught,” you tell him, and he ignores the little tilt of seduction lacing your voice and the squirming of your thighs as he starts erasing every point you’ve earned.
Slowly, your points decrease one by one as he throws out assist after assist while you let out little whimpers and mutter compliments under your breath with each cup color change and point reducer he throws out.
You’re going to lose! Again! He’s incredible as always.
But you’re offered deliverance when instead of erasing the six points of your blue kitty the cup color changes to match it. You hear Zayne “tch” under his breath, and you can’t help but laugh when he finally has to give up and fill the last white kitty cup with a pathetic low-level kitten.
In the end, you only won by two points but that was all you needed.
“I won…I won!” you repeat, rocking back and forth as you hug yourself and toss your head back. “I finally beat you! You won’t believe how long I waited for this day! Now what should my prize be?” You fall back onto the floor, kicking your feet. “It’s so hard to decide. I honestly didn’t think this day would come! There are so many things I’ve dreamed of making you do for me!”
Zayne presses his lips into a thin line as he begins to collect the kittens from the cup. “Calm down. You’re drooling on the carpet,” he exaggerates, not that you're in the right mind to listen.
“I got it. I know just what I want,” you squeal, holding your finger in your mouth to muffle your laughs. Zayne tenses when you sit up, much like a vampire from a horror movie, and lock eyes with him; he doesn’t think he’s felt so targeted since his days in the military.
“Meow for me, Zayne,” you demand, and his face burns at the ridiculousness of your request.
“You—”
“Are you backing out? That’s poor sportsmanship especially considering I took every nasty medicine each time you won.”
Zayne shakes his head. “No. I was simply thinking that’s surprisingly tame for you.”
You lift your eyebrows curiously. “So, does that mean?”
Zayne leans in over the table. In this position, he can see how your face softens from that lust-filled haze that gambling always manages to place over you. He doesn’t know if you can actually get embarrassed, but you certainly look flustered as he locks eyes with you.
“Meow.”
“Oh,” you gasp, eyes wide. “T-That was absolutely wonderful,” you blurt out with a clasp of your hands. “Do it again.”
“It was a one-time deal,” Zayne rejects before straightening his back.
“I didn’t think you would do it. One more little meow for me?” you plead. “This was a special victory, and I didn’t get to enjoy my winnings properly.”
“If you want to hear it again, I’m afraid you’ll have to beat me a second time,” he answers bluntly.
“And if you win?”
“You do what I want.”
“Which is?”
Zayne smirks at you. “All I can tell you is that I’ll ask for much more than a meow.”
“You’re on! You’re on! You’re on! What better way to solidify my position as the best kitty card player than with a streak?”
“I take it we’re playing on Hell Mode then.”
“What do you mean? It’s always heaven playing against you, Zayne. You’re the only one who can give an actual challenge,” you sweetly coo, nearly a moan. “Unfortunately, your reign will officially be coming to an end. I’m going to beat you without luck; and when I do, I think I’ll make you meow and purr for my reward.”
“Hurry and restart the match then if you believe that.”
Zayne watches as you excitedly set the game back up. He supposes that this type of gambling is more fun than gambling with chocolates. At least until he sees your social media message the next morning.
Guess who finally toppled the old king and became the new Ruler of Kitty Cards? I won’t name them.
No one asked.
It’s not polite to be a sore loser, my adorable meowing subject.
#zayne x reader#xavier x reader#rafayel x reader#love and deepspace x reader#lnd x reader#notsfw#adelssmut
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Summary: You and your mermaid friend take turns answering questions about the other. One thing you're both curious about is "how do you mate?".
Pairing: Mermaid Todoroki x Fem Reader
Content Warning: Smut, Humor, Interspecies, vanilla, kinda tentacle? Dorks again.
Notes: this has been in my ao3 a while but I never properly posted the 2nd part on tumblr.
Part one in master list!
“Your turn.”
You didn’t consider yourself a typically forward person, not without a good buzz going and a catchy song in your ear, but those words effortlessly tumble from your lips with a confidence you didn’t know you possessed. You blame it on the adrenaline burning its way through your veins and the lust clouding your head at the promise of touching someone, a mermaid of all things.
It isn’t a situation you ever imagined yourself in after the many days of going to the beach then home without much to show but you were finding fewer and fewer reasons to complain about the opportunity being served to you on a silver platter.
Clumsily, you steady your feet against the crumbled rocks and shells underneath them. Fingers spreading out over his slick skin, you destroy the last of his personal space, fitting seeing as he had no qualms about invading yours.
The memory brings back a hint of nervousness but why should you listen to it now? They always say life is about experiencing new things. This is definitely something that had to fall under that.
There’s a beat of his tail, a swirl of water whirling from the strength that makes you swallow hard. You flash him a smile, but he doesn’t seem to hold the same eagerness from earlier.
Concerned, you take a step into deeper territory. “You alright?” He doesn’t respond, and you lower your voice, drawing your question out again a bit more softly since for a moment you forgot that this probably isn’t the usual thing for him either. Still, as selfish as it is, your mind repeats to not give him an out, because you’re still dying to find out exactly how mermaids, him especially, like to be touched. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” you ask with a forced laugh, if only to relax the mood enough to encourage him to continue.
There’s a pause, a prolonged and contemplative pause, highlighted in grey and blue eyes. You can never seem to guess what he’s thinking with that serious face, and it flashes across your mind what other faces he can make, and you almost get embarrassed at how far your thoughts spiraled into the gutter.
“I can’t have cold feet."
You laugh genuinely this time. “It’s a phrase. It means you’re getting nervous. But Shouto, you know you promised, right?”
“I’m aware,” he answers, “It’s not that I don’t want to, I simply need a second to think.”
You fall silent as he begins to mutter under his breath in a language you couldn’t even begin to understand but you get the feeling that this time it’s more serious than not understanding human idioms. When he makes up his mind, he meets your eyes. “I’m ready,” he says, which gets rid of the last of the doubts playing in your mind as you wait for him to make his move.
Except he doesn’t.
Your head pivots to the side as you watch him concentrate on the churning water in front of him, and you tighten your once relaxed expression. “Shouto?” More confusion settles over you, turning in your head as you watch the motions of his shoulder. Suddenly, it dawns on you and quickly, almost enough to bring back your fluster from earlier. “Are…are you touching yourself?”
Your question is enough to earn his attention, finally. This time when he meets your eyes, it’s more subdued than before, embarrassed in a way that makes you wince for causing it. “I have to make it come out. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Make it come out?” You have somewhat of an idea of what he means but you’re not entirely sure you can imagine it.
“It feels strange to force it,” he admits quietly.
Your curiosity overtakes your actions as seeing is better than believing, and you hesitantly coax him to float back with a push at his sides. You probably wouldn’t have found what he was talking about had it not been for the reddening at his stomach built from the pulling of blood underneath, right where his human skin starts to fade and merge with his tail.
Your fingertips brush the spot first before courage demands that you press the flat of your palm to his abdomen. Your stomach does flips at the swim-toned muscles flexing against your palms with each of his heavy and deep breaths, creating a pool of arousal in you that anyone would embrace sinking into.
Carefully, you trace to where his torso and tail meet, finding a horizontal slit camouflaged in the blending of the two. Your eyes light up at the discovery. “It’s retractable!” you think out loud.
“Is it that surprising?”
You hum softly. “Well, human guys, there’s just hang there, but I guess it makes more sense for yours to be inside of you.”
You almost wish you could rush back to your notes to write all this information and probably make an entire diagram, but it would be better if you could explore him fully. First, you want to make it fully come out, with the goal of making him cum just as much as you had. For research purposes naturally, not because your pussy is throbbing at the idea of seeing his fully unsheltered cock.
You’re not entirely sure how to ask for that though. But it’s only fair considering how unashamedly he had explored you, right?
Luckily, Shouto asks the question for you though, “Are you going to touch me then?” And you could swear you hear a hint of wanting in his husked-over voice.
With his eagerness, you find a new level of composure to tease him. “Do you want me to that bad?”
“Only if you want.”
“I do,” you answer all too quickly even for yourself as you feel butterflies flutter inside. “I mean…why not, sure…”
You take his invitation to slide your fingers along the firm opening. You probably couldn’t push even more than a centimeter in but it’s enough to meet the slick covered flesh hidden inside. It’s so sticky that you can hardly get the flat of your fingertips to release from it, and when you do, they’re covered in a gloss that not even the water can easily wash away.
You draw your hand to your nose, surprised to find that the coat of slime doesn’t really have a smell. Nor a taste, you think as you suck around fingers. And your eyes widen as they flick over to Shouto watching you, as shocked as you are to realize you had slid your fingers into your mouth.
“Why’d you do that?”
“I-uh-I don’t know. It just kinda happened.”
“Ah,” he mumbles, fighting to keep eye contact with you before falling back on your twitching fingers still in your mouth, the touch you have on them. Shouto clutches tightly around your wrist, pulling your hand away to press your hand to his lips and suck on the two saliva slick digits. You shiver as his teeth prick at your skin and his rough tongue split them apart and whirl.
Satisfied at your reaction, he pulls away with a familiar half-cocked grin. “You humans sure like to use your mouths a lot,” he teases. “Like this and kissing, too.”
“You don’t kiss?”
“Depends. Some do a lot, but not as often as your people like to do. Most people prefer swimming together more,” he answers.
“That’s too bad…I think kissing is really fun,” you reply, and he blinks, still staring at your lips, dripping with the water that pulls from your hair to the crook of your nose and over them. Instinctively, you lick it away, cleaning a spot for him to lock your lips with his.
You try to keep up with him, the swirl of his tongue around yours, the prickling of his teeth against your lips, and the odd sensation you get from his kiss. The more his saliva mixes in your mouth, the more your tongue tingles like sucking on mint. You wonder if all mermaids' kisses feel like that or just his; but you don’t mind as long as you can keep doing this, having your arms around his shoulders and his hands at your hips. Your hands palm at his back, and you swear he flexes under your touch on purpose, which makes you giggle in his mouth.
It can’t more than a minute or two because you can feel your chest starting to burn for air and the strain of his gills sucking at your skin tells you that he isn’t getting oxygen through the air or his backup of water either. He breaks away, a heavy breath quickly refilling his lungs. “Was that good?”
“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Your smile flutters before finding the perfect wide grin to stop stretching at. “Do you want to do it again?”
Nodding, he takes you up on the offer immediately, more vigorous than when he first laid his hands on you. He bites on your tongue, making you whine as he gripped onto you tighter. He rubs your skin, spreading his hands at the back of your waist, and you can’t tell if it’s on purpose or instinct when his tail starts to curl around your calves, making it difficult to swim.
Heat was building at your core from something hard and rubbery pressing against your stomach, and you were too busy moaning to beg for him to stop so you could push him over and make a mental image of what was stroking you.
Todoroki breaks away to croon against your neck and bury his groans against your skin. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, how tight and slick you were, about how fuzzy everything you do makes his brain feel. He sighs your name, and you’re not sure you ever heard anyone say it as pretty, “Do you think we should see if we’re able to mate,” he says, fumbling around the request as if he was helping you.
“You sure that’s a good idea?” you ask, and he quickly answers by kissing and nipping your shoulder, pressing his weight harder on you to the point you were beginning to lose your composure. Suddenly, you realized he was determined to bring you under with him. “Wait, wait, I-I can’t hold my breath very long.”
“It’d be easier if I could take you underwater, but—” he begins, falling into agreement with you, seeing as he was trying to mate with you, not hurt you. His face falls and his ear fins tilt down like a wilted flower.
“I have an idea,” you tell him, wiggle yourself away, and start to work your way back towards the pool edge. “Swim to the other side, okay?”
“Now?” he flushes slightly, which makes you laugh.
“Well, wait until you calm down and swim over.”
Shouto sighs. “You certainly don’t take the easy way.”
“Yeah, but I bet mermaids don’t do what I’m going to do to you.”
And that piques his interest.
For better or for worse, Shouto has been put into peculiar situations more frequently since meeting you.
You have him placed on his back, his tail barely being brushed by the water as it rolls over the shore, and he can see straight up to the sky, his front hot while irritating grains of sand rub at his back.
“I’m on land,” he repeats to himself, questioning why he’d agreed to such a thing. Todoroki decides that you definitely make his brain too fuzzy and that you’re way stronger than you look to have dragged him up on the beach.
Then, you straddle his waist, and for a second, there’s nothing but you, smiling at him comfortingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, yeah?”
And he trusts what you say, not only because you've never lied to him before but with you spread out over his waist, that warm spot of yours lined up with his opening, he can't seem to make himself question anything that comes from your beautiful mouth as he admires the way your thighs spread and close around his sides.
“We should probably make it come back out…” you say sheepishly, almost apologetically for the situation.
“I don’t think that’d be hard,” he comments, thumbing at the plush of your thighs as you press more of your weight against him. It’s a pleasant, full sensation without the float of water keeping you separate. “I think I like having you on top of me.”
You thoughtfully trace the scale patches lining his arms and lightly wet your lips before confessing, “I wouldn’t mind doing it more.”
You lean over to kiss his jaw before scaling down to his Adam’s apple. His gills flutter at your lips each time you place a kiss on his neck, and he shivers when your tongue glances over them. His body tenses so suddenly that you are afraid he'll pop a scale. “I'm guessing you've never been licked before.”
“No,” he croaks out, his face burning and tail slapping the shallow water as you surprise him by flattening out your tongue over the shilling of gills again, which makes you laugh and him flush. It’s cute to see the red spreading across his face.
“Well, if you like that,” you hum and drag your kisses down to that warm spot on his belly. You already see the rounded edge of his cock starting to peak through. It doesn’t form a head, coming to a smooth finish like a tentacle, and as you glide your tongue across, you can feel the bumps of it like brail on your tongue.
His tail wriggles between your legs, and you subtly grind against it as you groan around his cock. The thick length of his tail completely strokes your pussy while the grooves of scales provide the perfect stimulation as it pulls against your suit bottoms.
It’s hard to find the right tempo to suck him off, your lips keep sticking to him due to the slick that coats his cock, and how bendy and flexible it was. It’d probably feel nice rubbing inside of you. For now, you try to keep it from going straight down the shaft of your throat as you push him in deeper, letting your lips meet the rough scratch of his scales.
You slide him from your mouth, letting his dick rest against the flat of his stomach as you lap.
“Fuck.”
You raise your head, glancing up at the flush on his face and his hand gripping tighter into wet strands of his hair. “You like it?”
He nods, and you squeeze your hand around his cock harder. “Worth coming on land?” you tease, and he groans again.
“Ye-Yeah,” he puffs out.
There’s a bit of white foaming from him almost like bath suds. The sudsy foam pools at his lap since there was nowhere for it to go, and the salty taste makes you think he’s on the verge of cumming but you don’t want to risk your time ending this soon.
But you’re also not entirely sure how well he’ll fit inside you, and it makes knots form in your stomach as you readjust your clothes and line yourself up with him. “I’m going to put it in, okay?” you announce, more for yourself than him because he knows (his eyes are absolutely locked on the shifting of your hips as you lower yourself on top of his cock).
You wiggle your hips down on top of him, following the bending of his cock until you could feel it beginning to bundle and bow inside until your lower half lightly bulges from the fullness. You doubt bouncing would do you any good and choose to slowly grind.
Shouto purrs out your name, his eyes still on where you’re locked together, dazed at how your hips roll and stomach twist to circle on top of him. “You feel so good,” he groans as your muscles swell against his, squeezing tight around him, “so warm.”
You can only moan in response. You whimper as you can feel him rubbing and curling back against your cervix. The beads of his cock stroke your rippling muscles, sliding against your g-spot, and the slick collecting from him keeps adding pleasure as his skin brushes your engorged clit.
Then, he pushes his hand against your stomach, and you nearly sob as you squeeze your eyes shut as he places pressure on his dick imprint. “Shouto, ah,” you whimper.
“I can see it in you,” he muses and grips onto your hips to press himself harder inside of you as his cum foams and collects at your entrance and puddles against his lap.
“Shouto, 'm gonna cum.”
“Will you squeeze around me again?” he asks, sounding too hopeful as you begin to tense and whine, and your walls flutter around him. You bow forward, shaking with the waves of your orgasm tumbling over you. He mimics your prior movements by rocking your body forward as you work your way through your high, and even after he slowly slides himself from you, your pussy clenches around the empty space and suds with his cum.
You slowly lay back down on top of him, letting the sound of his heart and the waves tickling your feet calm you back down. “That was interesting,” you mumble, feeling overly stretched and pitifully empty while his cock still press against you, making you want him one more time.
“Did that help with your research?” he asks, completely serious.
“I do have a few more things I want to figure out,” you reply and hazily bring yourself back up to kiss him again, trying to gather that tingling sensation back over your tongue. When morning comes you were going to be sore from all of this and from having to help him back into the deep end of the water.
#shouto todoroki x reader#todoroki x reader#shouto x reader#todoroki smut#bnha x reader#notsfw#mermaid todoroki#adelssmut#mha x reader#bnha smut#mha smut#bnha todoroki
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hello :) I don't usually request things but I figured this time I will jajaja- I've had this idea for a while but I wanted to find someone good to do it so I picked you. I had an idea for Denki smut... specifically during a camping trip. Like it's just us and then lil horny boy wants some action ykwim? maybe like by a campfire or while skinny dipping,,,, idk if you take requests like this but thanks for reading anyways lol
Pairing: Kaminari x Fem!Reader
Content Warning: 3rd base smut; vanilla; skinny dipping
Summary: You and Kaminari leave your friend group to go skinny dipping.
Notes: You guys be trying to butter me up I swear, and it works :P I hope you like it! Thanks for choosing me <3
“We should probably head back, yeah? It’s getting pretty dark.”
You laugh, light and honeyed, breaking the rustling of the thickets that annoyingly pull and snag at his pants leg. “I didn’t think you would be scared of the dark.”
“Of course not! But what if a bear sneaks up on us or something?” he comments, slapping away a mosquito from his face. Each bite makes him question why he agreed to stray away from camp with you but then you look at him from over your shoulder with pretty lustrous eyes, and your lips compress into a cute pout.
“That’s exactly why I asked you to come with me. You wouldn’t leave me all alone in the big, scary woods by myself, would you?”
“Like I’d ever leave a lady on her own,” he states with false bravado.
“My hero.”
As you continue to pace ahead of him, Kaminari finally recalls why he followed you out here as your hips swing with your stride, and the little jean shorts you wore ride up to the crease of your ass and squeeze into your upper thighs, which makes it hard to listen to the right head whenever you make a request.
Eventually, you lead him into a large clearing with a lake in the middle, the one that was the reason for your friend group to come to this specific camping location. It becomes clear to him that your goal was to head for a late-night swim all along as you walk out to the start of the boating dock leading partway out into the water.
“Let’s go swimming.”
“Ah, I didn’t bring my swim clothes with me,” he answers meekly.
“Neither did I.” It’s the smirk on your face that makes him feel hot when you begin to pull your t-shirt over your head, and once it drops to the ground, you move to your jeans. Kaminari blushes, a rough swallow sticking in his throat as you strip yourself stark naked in front of him. Noticing his hesitation, you giggle. “Come on. It’ll be fun,” you say, no shred of insecurity running through you, because why should you be when he’s soaking in your bare breasts and legs, wishing he only had more than the moon casting light for a better look.
You run across the small dock and jump in without even so much as gasp as you leave him to shake away his stun.
“Okay, keep it cool. Keep it cool,” Kaminari mutters to himself, wiggling his fingers to work out the nervousness and overexcitement building in him. He starts with his shirt, easy to go, and he’s pretty confident in his build. He wasn’t the most muscular guy in class, but he thinks he has more than enough to show off to you when it comes to his upper body. It isn’t until he reaches for his drawstring that he catches you still waiting and watching.
“Hurry up,” you tease, and he senses his ears warming from your steady gaze on him as he kicks off his pants.
“Damn. Can’t a man get a little privacy?”
“Well, excuse me!” You cover your eyes to give him a mock-up of privacy out here in the open for anyone to stumble upon. It definitely helps to calm him down, and you laugh as he cannonballs into the water.
“Hey,” you grumble. You catch your revenge with a heavy splash over his face. It causes him to suck in and spit out lake water with a short “blegh”, which only causes you to laugh as he runs his tongue over his teeth to rid himself of the taste.
“Your turn,” he spats back, and you quickly start to swim back from him.
“Let’s talk this out,” you suggest, screaming when he splashes you back, and you try to get out of distance.
“Get back here.”
And the night continues with the two of you enjoying your time in the water until you’re soaked through, hair clinging to your face and your breath huffing out white as the night drags on.
“Getting cold?” Kaminari asks.
And you nod. “Why don’t you come warm me up?” you request, and like always, he finds it hard to resist when you ask in that sultry voice, eyes beckoning him closer.
And when his arms are around your waist, your eyes locked on his, he can’t stop his mind from running, demanding to kiss you, and you beat him to the action by asking, “Aren’t you going to kiss me already?”
Your boldness has him blushing, a bit too dazed to speak as you wrap your arms around him and press your wet bodies together. He definitely can’t complain about following you out here now with your lips settled against his in a sloppy symphony. Your tongue slides against his lips, making each kiss smack and slide.
He hopes you don’t find how hard he gets so fast funny, especially when you pull away and slowly drag your thumb across his bottom lip to wipe away your spit.
You continued to tread close, keeping your arms around him as he slowly and cautiously wrapped his around your waist and pulled your chilled body close to share his heat with you. When you lean in again, he gently interrupts, “Let me do it this time.”
You moan into his mouth, accepting his tongue with eagerness, and sucking to show it. Your hands tangle into wet blonde hair that knots around your fingers, and you can’t help but smile at the groan it gets from the boy with you.
One of his hands falls to gently part your legs and stroke your pussy, and you can feel your stomach knotting as his fingers ghost over your slit and tease you with solid strokes until your mewling breath is being captured into his mouth.
You break away with a gasp as he begins to pump his fingers into you. “You’re full of surprises, huh,” you say, sucking in a moan as his fingers curl inside you. You hold onto his shoulders to keep afloat, and it’s with a chuckle that he licks your shoulder, this once not minding the taste of the lake water that douses your tempting skin.
“I got plenty more if you want, babe,” he confidently adds, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at his joking nature, which isn’t difficult when he’s pressing all your pressure points and running slick fingers knuckle deep into you until your cum begins to mix into the lake.
“Denki,” you mouth out, wanting to return the favor. You squeeze your hand around his cock while keeping the other steady to his shoulder. You didn’t expect him to be this hard already, and it excites you to know you have this sort of effect on him as you press his cock up toward his stomach and rub his throbbing sex. Even in the chilly water, you can feel how hot and ready it is with each stroke.
His fingers dig into your side, gripping tightly with each squeeze and stroke, and he’s so surprisingly sensitive that you can feel it affecting you as well, enticing you further.
Kaminari whines and tilts his head up. “Cl-Close, god, I’m so close,” he whimpers, eyes repeatedly fluttering. But you offered no quarter, choosing to pick up your pace until you sense the warm stream of his arousal pouring out.
You’re both left relaxed, peaceful, and cleansed as you tread in the water together, completely blissful, and oblivious to the world around you.
“We should probably head back,” he suggests, his arms still tightly slung around your waist. You’re too busy still enjoying the night and the heat radiating from him to head back to camp so soon.
“Let’s stay out here a few more minutes,” you suggest; and as always, he has a tough time saying no to you.
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Hiiiii!!!!! Just wondering if you’ll ever make a part 2 to this https://at.tumblr.com/adelheidvonschicksal/idk-if-this-would-be-something-your-interested-in/1nqycd57zflz
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Pairing: Dad!Bakugo x Daughter!Reader; First part linked in the ask.
Content Warning: graphic incest; smut; pining; masturbation; omegaverse
Summary: After your first session, Bakugo can’t get the change of your relationship out of his mind.
Notes: This is just something short <3
Katsuki hates that he can’t stop thinking about you now that the lines in your relationship have been blurred. It’s in the way his rut rises through him, heating his body until the only option available is to shelter himself in his room and shove his fist down his pants.
The sweet clutch of your cunt around him is the only thing on his mind as he licks the dryness from his lips and focuses on the strength of his hand tightening around his engorged shaft.
Katsuki pictures your glossy teary eyes, and the sweet pleading of your voice begging for your daddy to help you through your heat, and he curses himself for not being able to forget that time, for letting it be the only thing that can help get him off right now as the edge of his nails rail across his throbbing flesh.
Ever since that night, he can’t see you the same way as the little girl he’s taken care of since the day you were born instead viewing you as a potential mate to place all of his sexual desires on. Katsuki prays you don’t notice the way he looks at you now when you walk around comfortable and braless.
He tells himself he’s a good father, and that what happened was only so he could help you out of the pain of your first heat but that doesn’t explain why his mind conjure images of you straddling his lap, bouncing on top his cock as you cry out for him, telling him that you’ll be such a good girl for your daddy.
His cock twitches in his hold, pouring precum over his clenched fingers as his knot begins to swell. And how he would kill to bury it inside of you right now. He’s sure you will let him if he asks. The sweet sounds of, “I’ll help, daddy,” singing from your obedient lips.
Now, he moans, imagining your hands working over his cock, your cute face wrinkled with focus as you do your best to please him before bending down to lap your tongue over his slit.
He wonders if his rut would trigger your heat. Would you beg for him to help take care of you and cum inside your needy cunt again? Fuck, he almost hopes it happens, and you come to him, sparing him the humiliation of begging his own kid for a quick fuck.
And it’s with a shamed cry that his hips rut up, spurting cum forward onto his chest. It isn’t as strong as when he did it with you, he noticed, but it’s definitely more than the days before the two of you had sex, and it leaves him with another mess to clean up.
And he wipes as much as he can from his naked chest and goes to clean himself in the shower; and hopefully, if it’s hot enough, maybe it’ll be enough to power scrub the images of you from his head.
When he leaves his bath, nothing around his nude body except the towel around his hips to shield his nudity, he finds you, standing in his room, looking lost and wide-eyed.
“What are you doing?” he asks, gruffer than he meant, and he frowns slightly as you jump back from his gaze. Embarrassment in your eyes, you drop your gaze, and play with your fingers timidly.
“I…well…I can smell you,” you admit, and he knows what you mean. Even he can smell his own rut clouding up the room. “Can I help?” you ask endearingly. “Like you helped me?”
It’s this moment, that he realizes he is weak as he crumbles faster than he can imagine. Fuck. He thought you’d never ask.
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Pairing: Puppy Hybrid (Inumimi)!Yuuji x Fem Reader
Content Warning: Dubcon elements, interspecies, breeding, creampie, dry-humping, knotting, extensive use of “love you”, technically pseudo-bestiality (?), no beta
Notes: I'm sure I had a misused word in here but I couldn't find it aha, brought upon because I've been reading too many puppy/wolf hybrid stories u///u
Word Count: 4.7k
You did it.
You finally did it.
You broke down to your friend’s insistence and adopted yourself a puppy boy. It took weeks and weeks of her nagging you about living alone along with a string of burglaries near your neighborhood to finally convince you to go to the nearest adoption agency to find one to take home.
It took an hour's drive and some paperwork, but you left the center with a pet that you thought was perfect for you. The puppy was much larger than you had initially planned to adopt, seeing as he seemed to prefer staying in human form, but you couldn’t resist how cute he was with his fluffy auburn tail and perky black and ginger ears to match. The thing that probably stood out the most was the mop of spiky pink hair at the top of his head. You’ve never seen a puppy person with pink hair like that before; and if his looks hadn’t sold you, then the way he came front and center to his pen with a precious smile that went all the way to the cute little spots on his cheeks, bending them upwards like dimples when he saw you, did. The little placard next to his pen also said “Yuuji”. You smiled at that. Even his name was adorable.
If you were completely honest, you didn’t know the first thing about raising a puppy boy, but you figured hybrids were close enough to humans that it couldn’t be too hard to figure out how to raise him. The first thing you did before you even got home was buy him a big shiny red collar and a silver pendant with his name on the front and your phone number on the back in case he ever got lost. The second thing you did was buy a large futon for him to sleep in.
You placed the futon in the corner of your living room when you got home, telling Yuuji that this would be his spot, and he looked so happy having a corner all to himself to nap in as you made dinner for the evening. After dinner, you decided to turn in for the night and raised your arms with a yawn.
“Bedtime, Yuuji!” you called out, expecting him to return to his corner but instead he followed you to your room and attempted to crawl into bed with you.
“No, you have to sleep in your bed.”
Yuuji blinked at you once then twice before attempting to squirm onto your bed again. You guessed whoever owned him before would let him sleep with them, but you weren’t sure if you were willing to do the same.
“No, bad boy.”
It’s as soon as you said “bad boy” that he pinned his ears back to his head and his lips trembled. That seemed to resonate with him as he sat at the corner of the bed instead of trying to climb back in. You steeled your heart to remain strong and not give in to his pouting, not that it was possible to ignore him when he dropped his chin on the edge of your mattress to watch you with those sad little walnut eyes, silently begging to sleep with you.
“Fine, fine, come on,” you told him and ruffled his hair to christen him with your approval. The sparkly glow to his face was immediate, and he wasted no time clambering his way in next to you. Yuuji bowed his head towards you to cuddle his ears against your chest before falling asleep. As you scratched the back of his furry ears and felt the weight of his muscular body lean into yours, a touch you haven’t felt from anybody in a long time, you had to admit your friend was right. Owning a puppy boy was pretty enjoyable.
The next few days you spend trying to get Yuuji accustomed to his new home, starting with teaching him how to say your name. You had read online that some puppies were smart enough to learn a few words here and there and wanted to see if you could teach Yuuji to do the same.
“My name is (Name),” you told him, keeping your hands pointed to your chest before aiming your fingers at him. “Yuuji,” then once more at yourself, “(Name).”
Yuuji pointed his ears forward to show he was paying attention though you still didn’t think it was sinking in as he squinted and tilted his head to the side.
“Repeat after me,” you asked him again.
Yuuji only smiled happily and tilted his head towards your hand for you to pet him. Petting him, you sighed. He still wasn’t understanding. Maybe you had hoped for too much too soon.
Seeing your disappointment, Yuuji surprised you by giving sloppy licks to your face to cheer you up. When it earned a laugh, he smiled at you before his attention span demanded that he watch the birds building their nest on the side of the window.
For days, you tried, again and again, to get him to say your name, and a month in you officially gave up the idea that your puppy boy would be one of the few that could learn bits of human speech.
At least until your house was broken into.
It was late on a weekday night when you had heard the crash coming from the other room of the house. Luckily, you’d been preparing for this day and bought yourself a wooden bat for self-defense. Even with that, you were aware that on your own you probably wouldn’t have made such a scary wall for your intruder to get around especially if they were bigger than you. Yet Yuuji was that perfect addition of brash and unexpected, with his low growl and larger canines, that you added up to a force that wasn’t worth the fight for the meager things you owned.
After you reported the incident to the police, you put your remaining energy into giving syrupy sweet thick praise to your pink-haired protector. You squished his pudgy cheeks in your fingers and gleefully cooed at him.
“Good job, who’s mama’s good boy,” you said, gifting him with Eskimo kisses as he proudly thumped his tail against the floor. “I love you, YuYu~”
Happily, pressed his forehead to yours. “Lauyu.”
“Wha-What was that?”
“Laufyou,” he repeated, wrong but understandable.
Your heart melted like ice in the sun as he snuggled against you.
"That's right! Good boy! You're such a good boy!"
Slowly, you stood and ushered him to stand as well. You headed to the bedroom to hopefully get some sleep for the night. You wrapped him in the sheets with you, holding onto him tighter for comfort. Happily, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled deep like meeting a long-lost love. Tomorrow you already had it in your head that you were going to cook some good food for your precious little sweetheart.
After work the next day, you went to the store to pick up some ingredients to make meatballs. You’d given some to Yuuji before, and he absolutely loved the stuff. Arriving home, you instinctively whipped your head to look at the futon in the corner of the room and saw familiar ears perk up and wiggle when you clicked the door behind you. His tail fluttered into the air and pattered back and forth.
“I’m home, YuYu.”
He came to you like a moth drawn to the flame to beg for you to pet his head by shuffling it under your free palm. You giggled. You don’t think you could ever get tired of someone being so happy just to see you.
You answered his pleas with a gentle pat to the head before heading to the kitchen. He was right on your heels as you unpacked your groceries. “Guess what I’m making,” you told him and flashed the package of raw chicken.
His eyes lit upon seeing it, and you stifled a laugh before starting to cook. He sat by your side the entire time, antsy for you to finish as you prepared the food. When you finished, you let the food cool on the counter, earning a soft groan from the impatient boy under you.
“It has to cool off, you don’t want it to burn your mouth, do you, baby?”
His bottom lip poked out in a pout, and you decided to ruffle his hair to comfort him. “Love you.”
His ears flickered, gently shaking at those words, and he shifted his head closer. He often did so to encourage you to praise him more but this time he nestled his face between your legs and whined deep from his throat.
“Yuuji?”
He wailed again and began swiping his head against your crotch. Flustered, you peeled your hand away from his head and to his arm to try to raise him to his feet. You’re successful in getting his head away from your privates but it did little when he decided that smothering his face between your breasts sufficed just as well.
You opened your mouth to ask what’s gotten into him. However, you’re interrupted by the jerk of his hips, a clean rut towards any sort of friction. Unfortunately, it’s your upper thigh that his body clashed with, the imprint of his cock extremely clear against your flesh thanks to the simple gray slacks you often dressed him in, and that small contact with your plush thigh had him desperately trying to hump you again.
“No, down!” you demanded and thrust your hands on top of his head to try to push him off of you. “I said down!” you repeated and successfully managed to break his hold and shove him away. “Bad boy!” you scolded harshly. “Very bad boy, Yuuji!”
Yuuji grimaced, flattened his ears towards his head, and walked off back to his corner. You sighed as he plopped onto his bed, and faced his back towards you.
You had no idea where that came from; but hopefully, that would be the first and last time he tried to show you his affections sexually.
It wasn’t unfortunately.
Every other day it seemed like your cute pup tried to test his luck when it came to mounting you. You had to resort to yelling “no” at him and spraying him with ice water from an old spray bottle to stop him from trying to mate you. You knew you needed a real plan when you caught him trying to use your pillow as a replacement.
Your friend suggested having him neutered. She was right in that neutering Yuuji would be the quickest solution to this particular issue, but when you thought on it deeper; you felt a little bad at the idea of having him fixed. You loved his high energy aside from the fact he would accidentally damage a few things around the house occasionally. Picturing his miserable docile face at having to wear a cone didn’t sit very well with you either. As a lone house pet, it wasn’t like he was a threat to actually breeding a puppy girl either.
Frowning, you supposed for now your spray bottle would have to do with keeping his rutting at bay until the hormones were out of his system.
What an ignorant choice that had been.
“Yuuji, get off me!” you growled out, face hot with embarrassment and stomach clenched and dangerously close to getting friction burn as your upper half repeatedly skidded against the fibers of your couch cushions. You were pinned by the puppy boy, bottle out of reach. His claws dug into your leggings right at the point where your hips and thighs meet while he rolled his hips desperately against your slightly raised rear.
He’s been at it for nearly two minutes now, and you were growing weak at the intense weight placed on your lower back by his powerful thrusts. He couldn’t help it though, not when watching you lounge around in those tight leggings outlining your ass and your soft hand dug into his hair while your other hand was preoccupied with flipping through television channels.
You’d been sweet-smelling and bright smiled since the day you pointed him out to take with you. He was lucky to have such a cute owner love him, and the need lighting in the back of his mind to breed you every time you touched him couldn’t be extinguished by your scolding as he inwardly cursed about how to connect the two of you fully with all this fabric in the way while the wetness that collected in his pants started to seep through his clothes and soak into yours along with the heat provided by his stiff cock.
Wondering if he’s almost done, you closed your eyes and debated whether or not to just let him finish so he’d calm down and let you up.
You heard him panting against your back, his saliva wetting your skin as his mouth connected with each thrust forward. “(Name), (Name),” he puffed out, and you couldn’t really enjoy the fact that he finally learned how to say your name when his hard cock is dragging against your cunt. All you knew was that you were definitely making him an appointment to be fixed.
Growling, he hooked his arms under your waist and pulled you tighter, frustration lacing his features, a line scrunching at the bridge of his nose as he couldn’t figure out how to separate you from your clothes so he could have your warm cunt squeezing around him and accepting his seed instead of the fabric of his pants. Yuuji settled on ramping up his force, and you gasped as your legs suddenly trembled and clenched with the throbbing of your pussy.
“That feels good,” you thought, moaning at the feel before your eyes screwed open with the brief remembrance of reality dancing through your mind.
That was a mistake.
You shouldn’t feel tingly and warm from this.
It’s wrong to think of your puppy boy that way.
Yet the way his cock dragged made it increasingly difficult to swallow the moan that wanted to rip free from your lips. Suddenly, his rocking came to an abrupt halt as he tightened his grip on your hips and quivered. More wetness dampened your clothes, and you ignored the tiny bit of disappointment floating somewhere in your gut and thanked the heavens that he finally climaxed.
His hold weakened steadily, and you were barely able to wiggle from under him to retreat to the safety of your room. You locked up for the night and ignored the moans for attention coming from the other side of the door.
You stopped those sad mewls from swaying your heart to let him in, choosing instead to shower the gross and sticky feeling away from your skin. You went to the bathroom and began to strip off your clothes to bathe. Pulling off your panties, you found wet stains soaked into the cotton but you already guessed to expect it even if you hoped you had been wrong.
You’d gotten aroused from your puppy boy.
You weren’t ashamed to some extent that one of the reasons you had adopted Yuuji was because you had been a little lonely. Sure, the main reason was for protection, but you did enjoy having him around, greeting you at the door, bringing you “presents” on your trips to the park in the form of old tennis balls he’d find around. This was different. How could you not feel ashamed? Getting wet for a puppy boy grinding against you, clumsily at that. It was wrong especially with a person that probably didn’t know any better.
The worst part was that you’re still turned on.
You decided to make your shower a cold one.
When you woke up, you decided to forget the events of yesterday and set new rules to start over so things would hopefully go back to normal. You opened your door, and it refused to budge more than about a foot before bouncing back. You peeked through the crack to find that Yuuji had fallen asleep outside your door after his hours of begging to sleep with you. Pity started to wiggle its way into your heart at seeing him on the cold ground, and you gently nudge him awake so you can get out and start the day starting with giving him a bath. No doubt he was still sticky and dirty from yesterday.
“YuYu, get up. It’s bath time.”
You’re greeted by excited brown eyes and a pink tongue sliding over your lips as he jumps up to litter your face with puppy kisses. “I love you too,” you chuckled and took him to the bathroom for him to wash up while you do a load of laundry and get breakfast ready.
When breakfast was done and Yuuji dressed in his clothes, tail pulled through the holes you cut out, you patted his head.
“Be a good boy, Yuuji. I’m going to work.”
He pouted like he always did when you had to go to your job, and he lifted onto his feet to give you a hug but you rejected him. “No, down,” you said sternly, and he sat back onto his butt and looked up at you sadly, making you bite down on your bottom lip regretfully. “Now, I’ll be back, okay?”
Yuuji nodded.
That was the first start in trying to put up new boundaries for your puppy boy to learn like no jumping up on top of you anymore especially because it was so easy with his strength to actually knock you over and potentially hurt you. And especially no sleeping in the bedroom anymore. He had a perfectly fine futon to sleep on and get dirty as he pleased.
It seemed to work a little in stopping him from trying to mount you as he grew accustomed to his new house rules. You simply had to stick it out and not give in to the deflated way he’d rest his head against his pillow when nighttime would come. He was still confused at why you were suddenly pushing him away, but you reasoned this was for the better.
However, you weren’t prepared for how this would also affect you. You really missed sharing your room with the cuddly pink-haired pup and having him snuggle his head against you in his sleep. And even though you kept him at bay to get him to stop the heated feeling churning in your gut when his muscles would flex against you in the middle of the night, you were still the one having dirty dreams about your loving inumimi.
You kept asking yourself if you were really that touch-starved and selfish.
The answer was yes.
Throwing your sheets off, you got out of bed and lightly shuffled your way to the living room and the futon where Yuuji was sleeping, cuddled to his pillow in replacement of you. Gently, you placed your hand on his shoulder and lightly shook him awake. He churned to look at you kneeled in front of him, and you giggled as his tail already shifted into a wagging position.
He was really too cute. It wasn’t fair.
“YuYu, do you want to sleep in bed with mama tonight?” you asked him, and he wasn’t sure what all of it meant but he definitely understood that “bed” usually meant sleep time and mama meant you.
Yuuji nearly scared you from how fast he got up and made his way to your bedroom. You followed after him quickly and wrapped your arms around him in the usual position so he could cushion his head against your chest and lay partially on top of yours. It’s not like either of you would be able to sleep though, not with the way his tail kept happily slapping the mattress.
You missed this.
You kissed the top of his head.
“Love you, YuYu.”
He licked you in acceptance, his tongue wide and flat against your skin as it slid over the uncovered tops of your breasts. The hot slickness tickled your supple swells. He was humming softly into your breasts, soft, misspoken love yous being muffled against your flesh. It was a splendid emotion that thumped at your ribcage.
The sheets began to pull closer to the foot of the bed as Yuuji braced himself on his toes, sluggishly springing on them to rock on top of you. He found a perfect spot for his legs to slide around one of yours, where his pelvis could dip right above your knee.
“Yuuji,” you called out, and instinct pulled him back, eyes blown wide, shoulders slouched, and ears submissively back. He begged inwardly not to get kicked out of your comforting room again, but you soften your voice as you slid your hand lower, as close as you could to stroke his lower stomach, your fingertips barely reaching his cock. “Good boy, Yuuji.”
He perked one ear back up, unsure if he heard your praises correctly until you start to stroke him even harder, tilting your body downward to reach his full length. “Good boy.”
That’s all he needed to draw his claws against you, aggressively pulling at your top and snagging mismatch rips all the way down. The closest he’s seen you naked was with your towel wrapped around you after a shower, now he can see the velvet of your tits and stomach flashing through the lines he made.
He squeezed your sides, his fingers hugging doughy curves as he brushed his nose over your chest, the tip stroking over your nipple. Yuuji buried himself in your scent. You still smelled like lilac from earlier but that isn’t what he was hunting for as he continued to search your body.
Your best scent would always come from here, he thought and shoved his face against your crotch, smelling your heat there. It was intoxicating, begging to be quelched. He slid his tongue over that sweet spot, growling when your shorts drag against his tongue, halting him from gathering the fragrant fluid pooling underneath.
How was he supposed to mate you with this in the way?
He wasn’t going to hesitate when he had the gift of your lyrical praises, and your hand patting his head. He tore into your bottoms, earning a hiss of pleasure and pain as his nails scratched against your inner thigh and his teeth pinched at your center.
“Wait, calm down,” you pushed his head away, earning a soft chittering growl as he squeezed onto your hips. “I’m trying to help,” you answered, snagging your own shorts lower on your legs. Getting the idea, he joined you in stripping them away and made short work of your panties by tattering them.
Finally, he could have you for himself and lapped at your slick cunt, his lips kissing along your puffy folds. You choked down a moan, his tongue much rougher on your sex than you were prepared for after all the hours of having him drag it against your face. But it added an extra edge when your bundle of nerves met that roughness head-on.
It’s unknown to you if Yuuji cared for pleasure or if puppy boys only seek to fill their mate with a thick seed and hold it there like normal dogs, but his heavy tongue on your clit had your eyes rolling into your skull as it slurped from opening to mound with no hesitation over hair. He slid his arms under your legs, pushing them up higher and higher, and furthered his kisses up your stomach.
“Laufyu, laufyu, (Y/N),” he repeated, reminiscent of you praising him.
“I love you too, YuYu,” you said back, raised your hips to nudge against his hard cock. You sat up halfway to tug his pants just enough to free him and held your breath when he easily lined himself up with you and thrust inside like it was burning him to wait any longer. Yes, Yuuji was already beyond simply aching to be inside of you, the thought of mating you made him so hard it was almost painful, and he took that out on you by ramming in between your legs, his fingers digging into your hips to steady himself while his teeth sink into the top of your shoulder, breaking the skin and making you cry out. He didn’t stop rutting but he had affectionately lapped his tongue at the wound as an apology.
The weight at which the head of his cock slammed your cervix had you tearing up and swinging your arms up to grasp onto him to relieve some of the ache riding along with the pleasure. It wasn’t really his fault that the two of you weren’t perfectly made for each other as you feel your stomach bulging lightly. But it didn’t matter. You had never felt so full before in your life, so you could take the lack of rhythm as he jackhammered into you. Growling, he slanted you upwards, locking your knees towards your head, and bending you into a mating press. He didn’t leave you a second to catch your breath, staying deep and only pulling out just enough to ram back into you.
You were embarrassingly wet at this point, hearing your cunt squelch around him each time he bottomed out, with each slap of his balls against your ass, and his bulb stretching your puffed lips. You’ve bathed him plenty of times to know he was similar to a canine down there as well but it’s only now you’re aware of how much puppy boys could grow as it’s adding pressure against your soaked entrance, determined to lock into you.
Hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your cries, you screamed as he pushed his knot inside of you. Yuji whined as he watched you take in his seed. Some of it had leaked out of you before he had a chance to knot you. If it kept leaking out like that then those puppies wouldn’t have a chance to take inside of you. He couldn’t do anything about that right now though as he throbbed pitifully inside of your pulsing core.
You were too busy catching your breath to notice it though instead your walls tremble around the bugle suctioned inside you, his cum staining you inside as he jerks and grinds to milk himself completely inside you.
Yuuji pulled back and out of you, frowning when more of the fluids he put inside followed. Slowly, he slid his cock back inside of you, hoping to push more of it back inside only for you to cream around his cock with his futile pumping. Yuji whined softly, finally earning your attention.
“Yuyu, it’s okay, we can’t, you can’t breed me anyway,” you tried to reason even if you know he probably wouldn’t fully understand you.
And you’re right as you feel his hips slowly building up to a hard rut inside of you that he was determined to prove you wrong and fill you until something, anything takes.
Mewling, you dropped your hand to your clit to get yourself off while you have the heat teasing you from the inside. You could almost feel yourself there as you roughly circled your engorged clit with two fingers. Your pussy was clenching impossibly tight around him, pulsing with the oncoming of your first orgasm. At least until you feel his thrust slow. Opening your eyes in frustration, you whimpered as you see his eyes completely focused on your fussily stroking hand, dilated in on you and his chest puffing slowly with each breath before the idea dawned on him to push your hand aside and replace your fingers with his own thick-skinned padded ones.
Your eyes widened at how fast he was learning.
As he aggressively began to grind your bead, you silently remind yourself to thank your friend one last time, whipped your head back into your pillow, and moaned out from swollen lips. “Good boy, Yuuji.”
#yuji x reader#yuuji x reader#yuji itadori x reader#yuji smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#adelssmut#notsfw#puppy boy yuji lives in my heart rent free
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